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- USA
Did this turn into Persona 4 when I wasn't looking?
There is a Novus Cookie in the fridge. It seems to be the result of Novus Ordo Mundi's Inspiration... Eat it?
By The Love of Evening Glory (A 5th Edition D&D Quest)
- Thread starter Novus Ordo Mundi
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There is a Novus Cookie in the fridge. It seems to be the result of Novus Ordo Mundi's Inspiration... Eat it?
- Location
- Leeds
- Location
- The Usual Room
- Pronouns
- He/Him
You'll never see it coming.
To be fair, that's what I want to do a lot as well.
- Location
- USA
You'll never see it coming.
"My
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- The Usual Room
- Pronouns
- He/Him
So, I'm working on the update, and I've decided to give a small sneek peek!
I smile, as I offer the still beating heart towards my Goddess Alice Angel...
Wait, wrong thing I'm writing. Here it is:
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Using what's left of the sled to hold the remains of your loyal companions, you start off in the direction of where your tribe is currently set up for the next few weeks.
You want to just run off towards Fallheart's Folly right now, and start on a rescue plan. And it's not just your new patron's blessing pushing you. Ever since Gelathaelle and Zelltora walked into the tribe, you've spent plenty of time with the couple. Hell, you'd even trained them in hunting and trapping. They were both your friends and your tribe-sisters. The thought of any member of the Tanuti being taken hurts you. Even Salki, and she's an utter bitch.
But you also remember a lesson your grandmother told you, back when you were a youngling.
The Yeahari once called to the tribes of Atosennim. "Reach me, and I will award you my blessing."
Pokreitok, fleet of foot, immediately ran out to get to the Yeahari first to get the best blessings.
He ran past his sister Silatuyok, who called out to him. "Wait for me, brother! We can go together!"
"I do not have time!" Pokreitok yelled, as he continued. "I may miss the blessing!"
Pokreitok kept going, passing an old hunter on his travels. "Young one, why do you go without protection against the cold? I have a jacket you can use."
"No time!" Pokreitok said as he ran past. "I could miss the blessing!"
Still moving on, Pokreitok kept going until he met a fellow traveller, sitting by a fire. "Stay with me, and warm yourself! Continue on tomorrow, for it is dangerous!"
"I dare not!" Pokreitok said. "I will miss the blessing if I do not hurry."
Pokreitok kept going, and that was the last anyone saw of him for three days.
Finally, an old sage on his way to the Yeahari found Pokreitok, face down in the snow. He took one look, and shook his head. He knew what had happened to the poor fool.
Pokreitok had exhausted himself. Without protection, he had no defense against the cold. And without anyone at his side, nobody could pick up Pokreitok and carry him to safety.
And in all of his haste, Pokreitok's actions were what caused him to miss the blessing.
Wait, wrong thing I'm writing. Here it is:
--
Using what's left of the sled to hold the remains of your loyal companions, you start off in the direction of where your tribe is currently set up for the next few weeks.
You want to just run off towards Fallheart's Folly right now, and start on a rescue plan. And it's not just your new patron's blessing pushing you. Ever since Gelathaelle and Zelltora walked into the tribe, you've spent plenty of time with the couple. Hell, you'd even trained them in hunting and trapping. They were both your friends and your tribe-sisters. The thought of any member of the Tanuti being taken hurts you. Even Salki, and she's an utter bitch.
But you also remember a lesson your grandmother told you, back when you were a youngling.
The Yeahari once called to the tribes of Atosennim. "Reach me, and I will award you my blessing."
Pokreitok, fleet of foot, immediately ran out to get to the Yeahari first to get the best blessings.
He ran past his sister Silatuyok, who called out to him. "Wait for me, brother! We can go together!"
"I do not have time!" Pokreitok yelled, as he continued. "I may miss the blessing!"
Pokreitok kept going, passing an old hunter on his travels. "Young one, why do you go without protection against the cold? I have a jacket you can use."
"No time!" Pokreitok said as he ran past. "I could miss the blessing!"
Still moving on, Pokreitok kept going until he met a fellow traveller, sitting by a fire. "Stay with me, and warm yourself! Continue on tomorrow, for it is dangerous!"
"I dare not!" Pokreitok said. "I will miss the blessing if I do not hurry."
Pokreitok kept going, and that was the last anyone saw of him for three days.
Finally, an old sage on his way to the Yeahari found Pokreitok, face down in the snow. He took one look, and shook his head. He knew what had happened to the poor fool.
Pokreitok had exhausted himself. Without protection, he had no defense against the cold. And without anyone at his side, nobody could pick up Pokreitok and carry him to safety.
And in all of his haste, Pokreitok's actions were what caused him to miss the blessing.
- Location
- Leeds
Salki is the worst.
Update 2: Imps, Hell's Jobbers
- Location
- The Usual Room
- Pronouns
- He/Him
The Yeahari once called to the tribes of Atosennim. "Reach me, and I will award you my blessing."
Pokreitok, fleet of foot, immediately ran out to get to the Yeahari first to get the best blessings.
He ran past his sister Silatuyok, who called out to him. "Wait for me, brother! We can go together!"
"I do not have time!" Pokreitok yelled, as he continued. "I may miss the blessing!"
Pokreitok kept going, passing an old hunter on his travels. "Young one, why do you go without protection against the cold? I have a jacket you can use."
"No time!" Pokreitok said as he ran past. "I could miss the blessing!"
Still moving on, Pokreitok kept going until he met a fellow traveller, sitting by a fire. "Stay with me, and warm yourself! Continue on tomorrow, for it is dangerous!"
"I dare not!" Pokreitok said. "I will miss the blessing if I do not hurry."
Pokreitok kept going, and that was the last anyone saw of him for three days.
Finally, an old sage on his way to the Yeahari found Pokreitok, face down in the snow. He took one look, and shook his head. He knew what had happened to the poor fool.
Without rest, Pokreitok had exhausted himself. Without protection, he had no defense against the cold. And without anyone at his side, nobody could pick up Pokreitok and carry him to safety.
And in all of his haste, Pokreitok's actions were what caused him to miss the blessing.
As much as you want to just run off towards Fallheart's Folly and start on your rescue, you're also in no shape to attempt to run off half cocked and probably get yourself re-killed. You don't even know in which direction your killers went. And considering the animosity they had towards each other, it wouldn't surprise you if they split up afterwards.
No, if you're going to get Gelathaelle and Zelltora back, you're going to need the wisdom and knowledge of your tribe. Not to mention that the two were tribe-sisters. If this is your fight, it is the tribe's fight.
You are no Pokreitok, after all.
Using what's left of the sled to hold the remains of your loyal companions, you start off in the direction of where your tribe is currently set up. About a third of a day's distance, as the dogs run. Which is not an option. Because your dogs were butchered and eaten right in front of you.
You try to get the bloody images out of your head. You remember the happier times. Of Kahal always being the first to greet you whenever you left the hut. Of Lunine, who'd always want to chase a rabbit, even though she'd never caught one. Of Yalal, who, as the runt of the pack, always wanted to wrestle with the others.
Is this what it's like, to lose those you love?
Is this why Evening Glory turned to undeath?
You can feel your lantern warm slightly in response, it's illuminating glow radiating just a little bit stronger.
With that, you head out, not bothering to look back where you died.
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In Atosennim, actual towns are not common.
Sure, there were about a couple dozen or so, dotted alongside the frozen arctic in various sizes. And there was a confederation, with Fallheart's Folly as the biggest member. But unless a person was near them, or ran into one of the nomadic tribes, you could go days without seeing anyone else on your travels.
So when you saw a bipedal creature leaning against a tree, you stopped.
(Perception Check: 7)
You can't tell too much about it, other than it's bouncing around from one foot or another, like it's waiting for something. It's not even the size of a youngling. It's pretty small, wearing some kind of fur on it's back.
Sighing, you move in it's direction. Maybe it's a small gnome child from the Snowbottoms Tribe? Though if you remember their migration patterns, they're usually a couple hundred miles west this time of year. Maybe if you're really unlucky, it's a member of the Court of Auroras scheming up some new way to tempt fools.
"Comeoncomeonwhereareyouguys?"
You stop when you hear that. That was not Common in any way, shape, or form. The language was too guttural, and some of the sounds a human could never make. But you can recognize it all the same.
Did your transformation give you knowledge you never had before?
"Wishikepttastydogmeat. Dogmeatgoodeating"
Kuak!
The world around you snaps blue
"Makik!"
The figure notices something and turns, a cruel smile playing on its face, blood staining it's teeth as it leers at you and licks its lips in hunger. Red wings pop out from under the pelt, preparing to take flight upwards in preparation.
It doesn't get a chance, as a spike of wood impales itself into the imp's flesh. It screeches in pain as the skin around the wound starts to necronize and scar.
"Whatmagicisthis?" The imp screams, as frost starts to spread over his wings. At the same time, you feel warm inside. It feels so good. Like kneeling before a fire with good friends.
"Howdareyoudothistothegreat…" A small pebble slams into the "great" imp's head, giving him a massive concussion. You know you're doing this. You don't know exactly how, but you're sure that your Goddess is involved somehow.
"Fuckthathur…" Another wooden sliver imbeds itself into his leg. It's interesting that you've accepted her fully as your Goddess. Not that worshipping deities was unheard of in the Tanuti. You know your Chief worships the Yeahari, the Wise God in the Mountain. A few worship the Ancestors, another couple worship Garl Glittergold. Hell, even Pelor has a convert up here. Though it's Salki, who though you love as a tribe-sister, is still an utter bitch.
"Ceasethisat…" And there's metal running through his stomach now. Instinctively, your feel annoyed at the thought of Pelor, though you don't know why. Probably has to do with Salki. "Whyyoudothis?"
Why? Why? You pick the mortally wounded imp up by his neck and bring him to eye level.
(Intimidation Check: 9 + 6 = 15)
The Imp sees into your eye sockets, and whatever he was going to say dies upon his lips. And as gray and blue replace more and more of his red skin, you tell him exactly why you're doing this.
[] (Tell this little shit why you are doing this. This will both allow you to style on him, and help establish your personality a bit. Subject to QM Veto, but as long as it doesn't contradict anything already established, you should be fine.)
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QM's Notes: Welp, that went well.
Note that in general, I will put the combat rounds either in the notes, or in the update. Right now though, I'm a bit busy, and you so completely murderblended it that the only other thing I could do is roll to see where and how many pieces land on the snow.
Voting open all day.
Thanks again @wowow2264, for the beta and the fixing!
Pokreitok, fleet of foot, immediately ran out to get to the Yeahari first to get the best blessings.
He ran past his sister Silatuyok, who called out to him. "Wait for me, brother! We can go together!"
"I do not have time!" Pokreitok yelled, as he continued. "I may miss the blessing!"
Pokreitok kept going, passing an old hunter on his travels. "Young one, why do you go without protection against the cold? I have a jacket you can use."
"No time!" Pokreitok said as he ran past. "I could miss the blessing!"
Still moving on, Pokreitok kept going until he met a fellow traveller, sitting by a fire. "Stay with me, and warm yourself! Continue on tomorrow, for it is dangerous!"
"I dare not!" Pokreitok said. "I will miss the blessing if I do not hurry."
Pokreitok kept going, and that was the last anyone saw of him for three days.
Finally, an old sage on his way to the Yeahari found Pokreitok, face down in the snow. He took one look, and shook his head. He knew what had happened to the poor fool.
Without rest, Pokreitok had exhausted himself. Without protection, he had no defense against the cold. And without anyone at his side, nobody could pick up Pokreitok and carry him to safety.
And in all of his haste, Pokreitok's actions were what caused him to miss the blessing.
- Tinuti Parable
As much as you want to just run off towards Fallheart's Folly and start on your rescue, you're also in no shape to attempt to run off half cocked and probably get yourself re-killed. You don't even know in which direction your killers went. And considering the animosity they had towards each other, it wouldn't surprise you if they split up afterwards.
No, if you're going to get Gelathaelle and Zelltora back, you're going to need the wisdom and knowledge of your tribe. Not to mention that the two were tribe-sisters. If this is your fight, it is the tribe's fight.
You are no Pokreitok, after all.
Using what's left of the sled to hold the remains of your loyal companions, you start off in the direction of where your tribe is currently set up. About a third of a day's distance, as the dogs run. Which is not an option. Because your dogs were butchered and eaten right in front of you.
You try to get the bloody images out of your head. You remember the happier times. Of Kahal always being the first to greet you whenever you left the hut. Of Lunine, who'd always want to chase a rabbit, even though she'd never caught one. Of Yalal, who, as the runt of the pack, always wanted to wrestle with the others.
Is this what it's like, to lose those you love?
Is this why Evening Glory turned to undeath?
You can feel your lantern warm slightly in response, it's illuminating glow radiating just a little bit stronger.
With that, you head out, not bothering to look back where you died.
--
In Atosennim, actual towns are not common.
Sure, there were about a couple dozen or so, dotted alongside the frozen arctic in various sizes. And there was a confederation, with Fallheart's Folly as the biggest member. But unless a person was near them, or ran into one of the nomadic tribes, you could go days without seeing anyone else on your travels.
So when you saw a bipedal creature leaning against a tree, you stopped.
(Perception Check: 7)
You can't tell too much about it, other than it's bouncing around from one foot or another, like it's waiting for something. It's not even the size of a youngling. It's pretty small, wearing some kind of fur on it's back.
Sighing, you move in it's direction. Maybe it's a small gnome child from the Snowbottoms Tribe? Though if you remember their migration patterns, they're usually a couple hundred miles west this time of year. Maybe if you're really unlucky, it's a member of the Court of Auroras scheming up some new way to tempt fools.
"Comeoncomeonwhereareyouguys?"
You stop when you hear that. That was not Common in any way, shape, or form. The language was too guttural, and some of the sounds a human could never make. But you can recognize it all the same.
Did your transformation give you knowledge you never had before?
"Wishikepttastydogmeat. Dogmeatgoodeating"
Kuak!
The world around you snaps blue
"Makik!"
The figure notices something and turns, a cruel smile playing on its face, blood staining it's teeth as it leers at you and licks its lips in hunger. Red wings pop out from under the pelt, preparing to take flight upwards in preparation.
It doesn't get a chance, as a spike of wood impales itself into the imp's flesh. It screeches in pain as the skin around the wound starts to necronize and scar.
"Whatmagicisthis?" The imp screams, as frost starts to spread over his wings. At the same time, you feel warm inside. It feels so good. Like kneeling before a fire with good friends.
"Howdareyoudothistothegreat…" A small pebble slams into the "great" imp's head, giving him a massive concussion. You know you're doing this. You don't know exactly how, but you're sure that your Goddess is involved somehow.
"Fuckthathur…" Another wooden sliver imbeds itself into his leg. It's interesting that you've accepted her fully as your Goddess. Not that worshipping deities was unheard of in the Tanuti. You know your Chief worships the Yeahari, the Wise God in the Mountain. A few worship the Ancestors, another couple worship Garl Glittergold. Hell, even Pelor has a convert up here. Though it's Salki, who though you love as a tribe-sister, is still an utter bitch.
"Ceasethisat…" And there's metal running through his stomach now. Instinctively, your feel annoyed at the thought of Pelor, though you don't know why. Probably has to do with Salki. "Whyyoudothis?"
Why? Why? You pick the mortally wounded imp up by his neck and bring him to eye level.
(Intimidation Check: 9 + 6 = 15)
The Imp sees into your eye sockets, and whatever he was going to say dies upon his lips. And as gray and blue replace more and more of his red skin, you tell him exactly why you're doing this.
[] (Tell this little shit why you are doing this. This will both allow you to style on him, and help establish your personality a bit. Subject to QM Veto, but as long as it doesn't contradict anything already established, you should be fine.)
--
QM's Notes: Welp, that went well.
Note that in general, I will put the combat rounds either in the notes, or in the update. Right now though, I'm a bit busy, and you so completely murderblended it that the only other thing I could do is roll to see where and how many pieces land on the snow.
Voting open all day.
Thanks again @wowow2264, for the beta and the fixing!
- Location
- Southbend indiana
Dab on him
- Location
- Leeds
Fuckthathur, unfortunate name, his parents must have been evil.
[ ] Pretty sure you were about to eat me.
[ ] Dogs are for hugging not for eating.
[ ] I just really hate your face.
[ ] Were you part of that group that lynched me?
[ ] I want your warmth inside me.
[ ] It was an accident, I don't know how I did that.
[ ] Have you seen a pair of kidnapped locals recently?
So many choices so few votes.
[ ] Pretty sure you were about to eat me.
[ ] Dogs are for hugging not for eating.
[ ] I just really hate your face.
[ ] Were you part of that group that lynched me?
[ ] I want your warmth inside me.
[ ] It was an accident, I don't know how I did that.
[ ] Have you seen a pair of kidnapped locals recently?
So many choices so few votes.
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Really, you have so many option. Remember, he is dying. Don't take too long.
I would like to point out that at least his name isn't Hctib Elttil.
[X] Why? For a lot of reasons, but at this moment? For eating my dogs.
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- Finland
[X] I just really hate your face.
[X] Were you part of that group that lynched me?
[X] Were you part of that group that lynched me?
I assume you meant "Were you", intead of "Where you".
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- Leeds
[Q] I'm workshopping oneliners for when I kill impressive people. Please don't die until I've gone through them all.
Oh one other. Demons don't die true death in D&D don't they
[ ] Pass on a message for me Fuckthatthur, tell them I'm coming for them.
With no clarification of who they are to maximise confusion.
Yup
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I have to double check that, but I think your right.
- Location
- Leeds
Full disclosure, I think I'm half remembering this from some guys ramble about why Critical Role is great and something something tiger demon.
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- The Usual Room
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- He/Him
Right. I think they experience death if they die in the Abyss or with proper spells.
- Location
- San Francisco
[X] Why? For a lot of reasons, but at this moment? For eating my dogs.
[X] Why? For a lot of reasons, but at this moment? For eating dogs. I like dogs.
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- The Usual Room
- Pronouns
- He/Him
So, question: If I get a subscription for SV, should I put the Character Sheet or an FAQ guide up as a sticky? Or should it be something else?
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- Leeds
Nah I don't think a sticky is needed.
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- The Usual Room
- Pronouns
- He/Him
Morning, fellow humans!
Last Call Initiated.
Last Call Initiated.