>>1772007

The following is information you have collected:
>The Archivum is a worldwide network of academic nature that is studying the ruins of the past. They pay well for artifacts.
>Nissa went to Lethbridge to return to Korlanis
>the 14th legion turned on Alainn and are now the raiders under the orders of a general
>There is a city called 'Korlanis' Where Nissa came from.
>Kantrel fell apart underground due elitism and pale horrors lurking in the underground sea
>Ollam used humans as nodes of their data network
>A very prolific Archivum archaeologist might have an idea about who you are.
>Clark was present during the disaster of Otharthur that led to the ban of magic.
>An Anomaly in Inis forest is producing strange things.
>Pisteia is a princess
>Clark can read people's minds
>Uriel is Garvelton's son
>The garrison of Graggen is part of the military of the country the duchies are part of
>Faerie exist in another world and can pass through anomalies.
>FEATHER has come from somewhere not of this world and bear weapons comparable to Alainn.
>Alleria is a fae, and her daughter is a shapeshifting creature.
>Alleria, Lily and Clark are stabilizing Inis and repurposing it for FEATHER.
>You need to remove the turrets in your fort.
>The madman appears shortly after the Flying Specter does.
>Garvelton got away during your battle.
>Harvest Festival is in celebration of Vor'Ma, a god of an Alainn religion.
>Almeda went to the Grand General (your glorious leader) directly just to be deployed in the same area and time as you.
>The Madman does exist, and he left behind crops.
>Dragon Rangers are interfering with Archivum activities in Titan's Arm
>Raiders have a main base in Titan's Arm.
>Something is destroying golems in Lothos.
>The strange laboratory is filled with fae dust from killing fae. A pale horror was destroyed almost instantly.
> the strange laboratory bears patterns and tech that is impossible.
>The Flying Specter is in Lothos.
>Someone who is afraid of FEATHER is tracking you, and has infiltrated the Hunter's Guild.

Current tasks:
>find the madman and have your body restored

Your current score:
Land Claimed: Koro Duchy Manor.
Vehicles obtained: 4 (+1 extra)
Airships: (Unnamed) - Archivum cargo airship
Permanent party members obtained: 7 (3 unavailable)
Allied factions: FEATHER
Harvest Festival Partner: Almeda Irnan
>Memento: Vor'Ma's Tankards. - an item you and Almeda have one each of from the same set. It is an omen of a strong bond between the owners if both tankards are from the same set.

>continuing

>>1772015
Archive:
1 - http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive/1676106/
2 - http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive/1686643/
3 - http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive/1697785/
4 - http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive/1709083/
5 - http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive/1720224/
6 - http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive/1752926/
7 - http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive/1761985/

>continues

>>1772020
>>1771944
>>1771961
>>1771995
The golem lurches towards you, you hear klaxons blaring. Footsteps can be heard for just a moment before the golem swings with the creaking of tortured metal.

>19
You open fire, unloading on the golem and destroying one of the hearts. Pisteia charges into the swing with her blade.

>17
You hear a voice crackle from unseen speakers. "Vee! Floor 9, Air tower! Golem's up!" It sounds like you'll have company soon.

>15
Almeda pounds the golem with gunfire. A turret emerges from one shoulder. It releases it's own spray of bullets, but you manage to skirt out of the gunfire.

>17
Your counterattack is unleashed on the golem. Another golem heart stone shatters. the golem's eyes flicker. Pisteia strikes again, disabling the turret. The elevator dings.

>15
The door is blown open as a shot flies through it. None of your party is in the path, but the golem gets hit head on. It lurches once and breaks into fragments.

Heavy footsteps sound in the hallway, getting closer.

"Intruders. This location is property of the Independant Research Union. You are tresspassing." The voice is that of a young girl's. The lights are dark, but you can see the glow of eyes staring at you down the hall on approach.

"Very high power output detected. Approaching entity's weapon outclasses the patrol tank." Artoria states, moving away from the door.

What do you do?
>Prepare for battle and ambush
>Attempt to communicate with approaching entity.
>Try to speak with voice on the speakers.

>>1772032

>Try to speak with the voice on the speakers

"Kinda hard to tresspass when your organization is unknown and hasn't even posted a "No Tresspassing" sign. Now let's all calm down and why don't we have a nice, friendly, chat. We have some questions you may be able to answer, and you might be interested in what we have to say as well."

>>1772045
Supporting

>>1772045
"Hey, if anyone is there, how were we supposed to know we were trespassing?!" You call out, hoping the voice on the speaker hears, "There wasn't any sign. Why don't we talk?"

The speaker crackles, "I thought the turrets said 'keep out' enough on their own."

"Plenty of ruins have those, it just means better treasure inside." Uriel responds.

"...Fair point. But the fact is you still wrecked one of my experiments." The footsteps stop.

"Professor, what do we do with the intruders?"

"Still deciding, Vee."

"We have some questions, and you might have interest in what we have to say..." You add.

"Hold on, I'll need a moment to think about it..." The professor's voice clicks off.

The eyes stare out from the dark hallway, glowing orange, "I swear if he's just playing videogames, I'll have to decide myself..." The child's voice mutters.

>Attack Vee
>Try to talk with Vee
>Wait for the professor to speak again.

>>1772057
>Try to talk with Vee

>>1772057

>Wait for the professor to speak again

>>1772057
>Try to talk with Vee

>>1772057
>Try to talk with Vee
Sooo, what game r u playing.

>>1772057
>>Try to talk with Vee

>>1772059
>>1772089
>>1772093
>>1772215
"Erm, what do you mean by that, exactly?" You ask.

"Oh, well, sometimes he says he needs to think about something, but he's actually partway through a level or game..." Vee replies, "Or he just started a new level on the thing. Hope it's one he sucks at... Then he'll be done. But in the mean time, I get to stand here and wait for him."

You look back at your group, "Is the professor the one we call 'the madman?'"

"I would think so, unless people have come up with a different nickname. But the madman suits him..." Vee blinks in the darkness.

"Well, we really need help from him, then..."

"Oh boy. This is going to be interesting then. Alright, I've made my decision, buuut, gotta wait for the professor..."
>What is your decision?
>Wait for the professor.
>Ask what Vee knows

>>1772059
>>1772089
>>1772093
>>1772215
"Erm, what do you mean by that, exactly?" You ask.

"Oh, well, sometimes he says he needs to think about something, but he's actually partway through a level or game..." Vee replies, you can hear the sound of a large gun being adjusted, "Or he just started a new level on the thing. Hope it's one he sucks at... Then he'll be done. But in the mean time, I get to stand here and wait for him."

You look back at your group, "Is the professor the one we call 'the madman?'"

"I would think so, unless people have come up with a different nickname. But the madman suits him..." Vee blinks in the darkness, "I personally would like to consider him 'the nicest mad scientist' but we don't decide our nicknames usually."

"Well, we really need help from him, then..."

"Oh boy. This is going to be interesting then. Alright, I've made my decision, buuut, gotta wait for the professor..."
>What is your decision?
>Wait for the professor.
>Ask what Vee knows

>>1772352
>>What is your decision?

>>1772352
>>Ask what Vee knows
>What is your decision?

>>1772377
This

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>>1772377
>>1772407
>>1772364
"What exactly do you know?"

"Me? I know that if you buy bread here it gets stale fast. I know that there's a lot of ruins down there, and I know there's satellites in orbit. But overall, I don't know much about this place." Vee responds.

"So... what is your decision?"

"Well, the original one was to just throw you all off the sky fortress if the professor messed around, but now I think it's best if I don't." Vee cheerily explains.

"Oh, good." Uriel sighs.

"But if the professor decides on that, I'll do it anyways." she adds.

"That's quite a bold statement, you think you could do that?" Pisteia asks. You note the glowing eyes are quite low.

"I don't so much as think it. I know it." Comes the response.

"Right, finished with the... task." The speaker crackles, "Vee, keep them there in that room, I'll be there shortly."

"...It would have been easier just to lock the doors beforehand then let me deal with the situation then, Professor..." Vee moves into the doorway to block the exit. Now you finally see her. She has the appearance of a child, but she wears strange armor, a ceramic, you might think. An antennae sticks out of her back. She has a particularly large weapon, the sort you'd have on an emplacement. Her eyes are atypical colors, orange, for instance, but the pupil looks to be blue. but for the most part she could pass as human. Her head reaches your chest. She looks like a child as much as she sounds like one.

"I'd advise for no attempts to leave this room then." Vee announces.
>Wow. You are small.
>What sort of gun is that?
>Wait for the professor.

>>1772957
>>Wait for the professor.
Also
"You aren't by chance a cyborg, are you? Like Artoria here?"

>>1772957
>>What sort of gun is that?

>>1772957
>>Wait for the professor.

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>>1772993
>>1773693
"You wouldn't be a cyborg by any chance, would you?"

The girl tilts her head, then looks at Artoria, "Like her? No. In fact, I feel a bit bad for her. She was human once, after all. I was never organic."

So she is a machine...

You decide to wait a bit for the professor. Finally, you hear footsteps.

On the viewing level, a man in a white labcoat appears. surprisingly youthful, but he seems to have similarities to the android.

"Alright, introductions. I am Professor Jeremy Trost, aka 'the madman,' and the nicest mad scientist you could ever meet." He shrugs, "Welcome to my flying city of science, Currently under construction. Why are you visiting before I've deactivated the defenses?"

You've heard the last name of Trost before...
>Write-in
>We ran into a fae and want to turn back to normal.
>this flying fortress is causing issues to the locals.

>>1774078
>>We ran into a fae and want to turn back to normal.

>>1774078
>>We ran into a fae and want to turn back to normal.

>>1774078
MOSTLY
>>We ran into a fae and want to turn back to normal.
but also a little bit
>>this flying fortress is causing issues to the locals.

>>1774106
>>1774132
>>1774143
"We ran into a fae. We need to be turned back to normal."

"Well I hope you killed it. How many of you? The knight woman?" Jeremy looks over your party, "Not the cyborg, right?"

"No, it's just me and..." You look to Almeda.

"Okay, so the shota and the elf. Looks like it was trying to make more faeries. Fantastic." Jeremy sighs, "Right, so... I'm going to need You all to go to floor 2 so I can fix this, unless you want to risk me going in blind and finishing the job for the fae."

"Your sky fortress is also causing problems for the locals too..."

"It only started doing that when Vee jostled the main core." Jeremy replies.

"That was all you, professor. I had nothing to do with that. You're the one who attached the cables!" Vee protests.

"Look at this, my own daughter betrays me."

"Only when you blame me for things you know you did..." Vee sighs.
>Go down to floor 2
>Write-in
>Have him try winging it.

>>1774577
>>Go down to floor 2

>>1774596
You gather into the elevator with Vee and descend. Her unceasing stare, albeit innocent, is unnerving.

Upon arrival to floor 2, Vee ushers your group into the medical bay. Somehow Professor Jeremy is waiting for you. He has a machine present, as well as a remote control.

"Please take a seat." He motions for you and Almeda to sit on a bench he's prepared.
>How did you get here before us?!
>Sit on the bench,
>What is that device?
>Write-in.

>>1774577
>Go down to floor 2
>Write-in
So are you also the flying specter with that fighterjet?

>>1774702
>>Write-in.
Wat gaem wur u playin?

>>1774702
>>How did you get here before us?!
>What is that device?
and>>1774705

>>1774717
>>1774705
"What game were you playing?"

"I wasn't playing a gam-" The professor is cut short by Vee's glare, "They wouldn't know anywa-" The android's glare intensifies, "Fine, I was playing Touhou again, okay? I don't want Vee to be the only one who's beaten the damn thing!"

He looks back at you, "Will you please sit on the bench?"

"Waitaminute. How did you get here before us? And what is that device?"

"The 'device' is a sampler. it determines how much fae contamination is in your body. As for how I got down here first... Trade secret." Jeremy smugly crosses his arms.
>No, seriously, how did you get down here?
>Sit down
>Write-in

>>1774763
>Sit down

>>1774763
>>Sit down

>>1774771
>>1774823

You and Almeda sit down on the bench. The device moves to your side, latching onto your arm. It beeps loudly before moving to Almeda. Jeremy looks at a tablet, nodding after it beeps.

"Well, good news is that you are only 20% fae contaminated. Both of you. Nothing is too far gone. Otherwise, eheh... well otherwise things would be complicated. This is a quick fix." Jeremy laughs, before heading to a computer on one wall.
>So how do you fix it?
>Complicated how?
>Should I be concerned?
>Write-in

Only just catching up but:

>Otharthur: Authoritarian. Tech level is about WWII with some anachronisms. Former magitech state. Messed up some magic, stopped using it (morons.) Still active due to underground infrastructure. Develops slowly due to advantage over current civilization.
>Still active due to underground infrastructure.
>Still active

Time to purge some remnants of the old world. Who knows what mutated state they'll be in if they've been underground this whole time.

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>>1774842
[I'm looking forward to the Otharthur desert region... Though some other locales also have interesting events.]

>>1774832

>"It'll be nice to be back to normal. Nobody takes a hunter serious when they look like this. It also feels weird. I'm guessing that if we had gotten hit with that fae magic a bit more, it'd be nigh-irreversible? Any tips on how to best avoid this...situation...again if we run into a fae again? Besides run."

>>1774870
Supporting this.

>>1774870
Thirding

>>1774870
supporting

>>1774870
>>1774892
>>1774943
>>1774959
"It'll be nice to be back to normal. Nobody takes a hunter serious when they look like this. It also feels weird." You state.

Professor Trost raises an eyebrow, looking back, "You think it's weird now, it can get far worse." He's removed a gun-like object from the wall.

"I'm guessing that if we had gotten hit with that fae magic a bit more, it'd be nigh-irreversible?"

"Not irreversible. No, it's just your brain would have been rewritten, so turning you back would just leave a fae's brain patterns in your body." He adjusts some settings on the device.

"Any tips on how to best avoid this...situation...again if we run into a fae again? Besides run."

"Yeah, don't run from them. Best option is to shoot them or trick them. You aren't going to outrun them, and they will probably transform you into something that runs." Professor trost makes the final adjustments and aims at you and Almeda. The front of the gun splits open and begins to rotate around the barrel.

"Alright... This might hurt a little bit."
>What is that thing?
>why? How does it hurt?
>follow the professor's instructions
>Write-in

>>1775500

>follow the professor's instructions

>>1775500
>why? How does it hurt?

>>1775505
Supporting

>>1775505
Supporting.

Meet pain with a stiff upper lip

>>1775505
>>1775551
>>1775699
The device lets out an unearthly sound and you feel... well, it starts as something uncomfortable, then it escalates to agony. It feels as if part of your very self is being ripped out of you.
You grip the bench and grit your teeth, Almeda does the same. You are the elite of Alainn, pain doesn't scare you. You've felt worse in your training.

Soon the feelings cease as the device spins down. Jeremy whistles, impressed.

"Most would be on the floor from that, but you didn't even break a sweat."

Almeda looks like herself again, and your height level seems to have returned.

>You and Almeda have been returned to your normal state.

You feel slightly dizzy with a sense of loss.
>Ask Jeremy what that device did to you, or how it restored you.
>Thank Jeremy and try to exchange information.
>write-in

>>1775809
>Thank you so much but what the hell just happened

>>1775809
>>Ask Jeremy what that device did to you, or how it restored you.

>>1775809
>>Ask Jeremy what that device did to you, or how it restored you.

>>1775809
>Thank Jeremy and try to exchange information.
>write-in
Sooooo, we read you note board downstairs.....
:) and it said no one would read it but him

>>1775833
>>1776114
"What did that thing do?!" You manage to keep your voice from shaking.

"Well, I haven't named it yet. I was thinking Fae-Undoing Gun. But I basically sucked everything fae right out of you with it." Jeremy replies, hefting the device.

"How did it... remove everything fae?"

"Well, it contamninated body and mind, so you need to forcibly rip the fae contamination right from both, because if any is left behind, it'll increase over time. I was lucky to catch it soon enough, otherwise you'd have a more drastic experience."

"...so if you point it at a faerie?"

"Oh, it'll just kill the thing outright." Jeremy replies before placing the device back.
>I want one.
>Thank Jeremy and try to exchange information
>Write-in

>>1776234
>>I want one.

>>1776234
>I want one.

>>1776234
>Write-in
"I want one-wait, no, focus."
Then
>Thank Jeremy and try to exchange information

>>1776234

>"That...would be useful. Anyway, why don't we exchange information. You may be interested in some of what we have to share."

Rolled 1 (1d2)

[1 for first two, 2 for second two.]

>>1776366
>>1776248
>>1776245
"...I want one" You say it at the same time you think of it. Almeda makes a sound of agreement.

"Do you now?" Jeremy turns with a smile, "That device needs a fae dust core to operate properly. Fire with fire and all that, as well as a variety of specialized composite materials that can restrain the energies within. On top of that it takes a powerful computer to properly target the fae contamination to remove it. It is a VERY valuable device... You might argue that I have plenty of fae dust, and I do, but the other materials are on the rare side." Jeremy clasps his hands, "Do you have something to trade for such a device?"
>Trade? You won't take money?
>We could take it by force...
>Is there a way to obtain these rare materials?
>write-in
>nevermind

>>1776405
>>Trade? You won't take money?
>Is there a way to obtain these rare materials?

>>1776428
second

>>1776428
>>1776460
"You... don't take money, only trades?" You ask

"Well, I'm always on the move, and, well, Esmor cash is great and all, but there's no international currency exchange, so it's not like whatever you pay me is universal in value, right? So I take trades."

What you have in your inventory (aside from what you took from here) you don't intend to give up anytime soon...

"...Is there a way to obtain the materials?"

"There is, but you won't like it." Jeremy replies, "You'll need to go... into an anomaly. You'll have to go to a completely different reality. Don't worry, though, you are sure to find the materials there."
>...can we trade information for it?
>We could take it by force...
>where the fae come from? No way.
>Okay, so we have to travel to another reality to get them? Sure, we can do it.

>>1776625
>>where the fae come from? No way.
Fuck that noise. Let's just go back to
>Thank Jeremy and try to exchange information

>>1776625
>>...can we trade information for it?

Rolled 2 (1d2)

>>1776645
1
>>1776698
2

>>1777051
Why couldn't these all be combined?
>>1776645
>>1776698
I would have asked about the fae after.

>>1776698
>>1777051
"Could we possibly trade information for it?" You ask, hoping you have something.

"Well, the problem with doing that is you might just tell me stuff I already know, which is useless. I only trade information for information..."

Artoria pipes up, "What about services? As an Ollamic terminal, I could hijack the magical arrays of the fortress for easier use..."

You consider this. An Ollamic terminal could make Jeremy's construction task much easier, but do you really want him obtaining his own personal airborne city?

Vee stares at you, "Is that our needlegun you have there?"
>Offer to trade Artoria's services for the weapon.
>Offer to trade information for information.
>Give up on attempting to obtain the firearm.
>return needlegun

>>1777065
>>Offer to trade information for information.

>>1777065
>return needlegun
>Offer to trade information for information.

>>1777065
>Offer to trade information for information.

>>1777065
>>return needlegun
Bad habit of adventuring is to pick up everything you see.

also
>Offer to trade Artoria's services for the weapon.

>>1777115
seconding

>>1777067
>>1777115
>>1777157
>>1777444
>>1777476
"Oh... Sorry, we just picked it up while we were exploring..." You hand the needlegun to Vee, who gently takes it.

"You wouldn't want to use this. It fires healing needles at people." Vee explains.

"Alright, how about exchanging information for information?" You ask.

Jeremy crosses his amrs, "Why certainly, although if the information is sensitive, you might want to split your party up. What do you have to tell me? And what do you want to know?"
>Write-in
>offer Artoria's services

>>1778701
We could tell him more about Gravelton - while asking why he is here gathering information on the various factions / building his own flying city.

>>1778750
I'm on board with this.

>>1778750
>>1778993
"We know what Garvelton is up to."

"Oho! That's something I could use! Vee, remember this to repeat for later." Jeremy smiles, "What do you know?"

"He's using his companies to take over regions and cover them in dark magic, corrupting the region. He subverts the people within. He also summons a large number of shapeshifters and otherworldly creatures to maintain the region, using several dark magic anchors."

"Oh, I see... Troubling. And how are these anchors dealt with?"

"They are destroyed with either powerful enough dark magic or a blessed weapon."

"Alright, so I just need to find the wavelength of those energies. This is good stuff, what do you want to know?"

"Why are you gathering information on factions and building your own flying city?"

"Ah, right to the point. I like that. I am building a flying city because I wish to live a peaceful life where I can't be disturbed in my research. As for the factions, well, I'm trying to find out who I can make friends with so far." He whips out a small pad of paper, "So far the Archivum is the best bet, but if I were to join them, they'd want access to my technology. I don't know about you, but I feel it's a bit too soon to give them atomic disruptors and zero point energy reactors."

Atomic... disruptors? He's talking about weapons that developers in Alainn have only just theorized. Was that the gun FEATHER had?

"So I take it you read my data terminal downstairs? That's what I get for not setting up a password..."
>Write-in
>offer Artoria's services
>Did you by any chance develop FEATHER's weapons?

>>1779105
>offer Artoria's services

ALSO
>write-in
"That you know of, is there any chance to bring out what's left of Artoria's human self? I know she's in there since she was desperately trying to get our help in the ruined underground city."

>>1779151
this

>>1779105
>>Did you by any chance develop FEATHER's weapons?
NO don't give Astoria away :(

Next entry will be on the new thread!

>>1781425

new thread!
>>1781431