You turn around to see an eclectic mix of people all around. Women in fullplate, men in lingerie, and everyone in-between laying in wait. You see them chatting around, talking amongst themselves. You could make a scene; you're a God, after all. A little bit of annoyance is nothing in the grand scheme of things. You could clap your hands and command everyone's attention...
Then you hear the strumming of what sounds like a...guitar? An electric guitar, in fact. A peculiar sound for this particular world; you don't remember them being invented yet. You turn to look to the source of the noise.
Sitting in the corner of the room, strumming a large weapon of stone is a woman that's taller than you are. Her skin is made of stone, and her scalera are black as pitch. Dull orange hair hangs down her back, and she wears a fur cape, some fur faulds and...that's about it; her chest is utterly bare, revealing a glowing scar in the center of her sternum and a number of smoking cuts.
She strums her weapon/instrument once again, and taps it once to the sound of an entire drumset being slapped by hammers. "Seems to be working." She murmurs, before she strums again.
"A good god is a dead one. A good god is the one that Brings the Star."
You step right in front of her as she lets out a couple of lines and an experimental tap on her axe; each one in a different part of the head brings a different sound, before she finally notices you staring. She gives you a grin; full of glowing, yellow teeth, before slowly pressing the base of her weapon into the floorboards.
"Ah, an admirer." She says. "Here for the music? Or here for me?" She gives you a fingergun. "Or both? I can multitask."
Before you think about it, you respond with "I am here for you".
You pause.
That sounds kind of like innuendo. Maybe you should rescind that stateme-
She cuts your thoughts off with laughter. "Wow! Someone's forward!" She sighs. "But yeah I'm assumin' you want a party?"
"Correct."
She shrugs. "Well, I mean, I got my own obligations. I mean, I am a travelin' musician." She plays her instrument, and the distorted sound of electric guitars fills the air. "So like, you got a hook? Somethin' interesting to offer?"
A smirk crosses your face. "We're going to kill the King."
She stares at you for a second. Then she sighs. "Ma'am, I don't know how big you think you are but plenty of people have tried that. He might be a snake but the man is well-guarded. That shit ain't reasonable."
You grimace. "So you're a coward?"
"I'm not a moron." She says. "I would like nothing more than to see that fuckface's head on a pike. But right now I am perfectly content just playin' my axe."
"Well, an offer." You say. "I take you to where the castle was, and if you're interested, you can stick around." You lean again. "And I can make it worth your while."
"Sex or money?"
"I doubt you can satisfy me, so money."
"Cold." She stands upright and oh wow she actually absolutely is taller than you. "Also, wait. Was?"
-
One party member joined, and now you need some more people in your group. You still probably need to figure out how to pay these people, though the barbarian you met might not necessarily care all that much about paydirt. You wander through the establishment to find a woman among a group of mercenaries.
Her hat is well-kept, with a band of golden lace and a strange golden feather sticking out of it. Her hair is plain brown, her skin a light tan, and she seems dressed in fine purple clothing. She looks like a noble; a cape around her shoulders, some manner of floofy, expensive-looking clothing. But most peculiarly, and this is what clues you into her actually being a soldier, is a zweihander. As long as she is tall, with a telescopic hilt and a rifle trigger.
She has an ammo pack at her side, and a magazing hanging off her hip, and you realize that this woman is equal parts markswoman and swordswoman. Perhaps useful?
You walk over, and you tap the table. "I'm looking for hired help." You say. "I have the funds to make it happen."
Whatever chatter was happening here stops dead, and everyone, the woman included, turns to stare at you. "Yeah?" One man asks. "What're your terms? Due date? You got a plan?"
"It's simple." You say. "I just want our king dead. That's it."
They all stare at you, before promptly going back to their business. You grumble to yourself and check your pockets; perhaps some soldiers had something useful...something of value.
You pull out something that looks pricey and expensive; a jeweled brooch. A quick inspection says that it's definitely real...and more importantly, magical. This is the sort of thing that would probably have value in combat...well, it would have for the poor bastards you were fighting. You raise your hand, and bring the item up. "This is the pay." You say. "A single enchanted sapphire. Royal quality."
The other mercenaries stare at you for a good long second, before the woman with the zweihander just sighs, shrugs, then stands up. "Sure. Okay. Fuck it." She sighs. "I don't expect this to be that eventful. So feel free to just...guide the way, I guess." She turns to the rest of her party. "I'll be back in a day."
You nod. "Well, that was fast-"
"Let's be abundantly clear, I expect you to die on first contact with the guards."
You take a long, deep breath and ignore the insult.
-
Lastly, you'd like a spellcaster. Perhaps someone that could kill from afar? Steal souls? Devour flesh? Most people here look like right and proper wizards. Either skeptical or impossible to please.
Then you see someone interesting. Namely, in that they seem to be talking to a glowing skull. Their hair is short and brown, eyes with blackened scalera, a tongue of black and pale, deathly skin. They talk and talk to the skull with a clear voice, but as your eyes wander down, you see that their ribcage is exposed, clear as day. There is not an organ among them, just a glowing sphere of magic where their heart ought to be, with a cape draped over their pelvis, complete with a tiny hole for where their spine goes.
"Like they'd ever give a shit about that! It was like, one knife. One little knife! How was I supposed to know that they were gonna try shootin' me after that!" They tap their head and mutter. "I don't think I could last with too much more drain bamage. My head's all rattled from that time it got knocked off." They sigh and scratch at the stitches under their neck. "Nasty..."
"Spellcaster."
They turn around. "Yeah. That's me."
"Your blasphemy is needed. I seek to kill a king. I have money."
They stare at you for a good, long second. They opens their mouth. Then they close it. Then they shrug. "I mean...okay?" They turn back to the skull. "Honey, I gotta go. I have a crazy lady asking me to kill King Reklan." The skull promptly dissipates, before they shoot you a finger gun. "When do we go?"
"Tomorrow."
It was weirdly easy to get people on board, but you honestly suspect that most of them regard this mission as a joke, rather than a quest to reclaim your godhood...but you suspect their tune will change when you use Surtr's blade. In the meantime...
[] Rest outside and contemplate.
[] Wait around and try to actually talk to these people a little more...? (Pick One)
-[] The Barbarian.
-[] The Warlock.
-[] The Landsknecht.
[] Get a feel for this world; you're still mostly an outsider in a strange land.
Adhoc vote count started by TheOneMoiderah on Aug 12, 2018 at 4:06 PM, finished with 91 posts and 13 votes.
[X] Wait around and try to actually talk to these people a little more...? (Pick One)
[X] Wait around and try to actually talk to these people a little more...? (Pick One)
-[X] The Warlock.
CAN YOU SUMMON GHOST KAIJU
THIS ISN'T STRICTLY RELEVANT BUT I WANNA KNOW IF WE CAN STAND ON A GIANT MONSTER'S HEAD FOR OUR BIG "REMEMBER ME FUCKFACE" ENTRANCE INTO THE KING'S HALL AND YOU'RE OUR BEST BET DEAD GIRL WALKING
[X] Wait around and try to actually talk to these people a little more...? (Pick One)
-[X] The Warlock.
CAN YOU SUMMON GHOST KAIJU
THIS ISN'T STRICTLY RELEVANT BUT I WANNA KNOW IF WE CAN STAND ON A GIANT MONSTER'S HEAD FOR OUR BIG "REMEMBER ME FUCKFACE" ENTRANCE INTO THE KING'S HALL AND YOU'RE OUR BEST BET DEAD GIRL WALKING
