Dominion of the Sword (Original Low Fantasy GURPS Quest)
- Thread starter Underlake
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Part 9: Planning your Flight.
Underlake
Tabletop Game Nerd
- Location
- America
- Pronouns
- He/Him
[x] Yes
Your mother leaves the plague-house. You sit in silence whiles he waits, before you decide to do something useful with your time, taking out a whetstone to care for The Blade. You find quickly however, that The Blade has not lost it's edge at all. It seems that is simply one of the properties of Star-Metal.
After waiting for a while, you hear the door creak open, and you ready yourself, crouching low behind a pieces of overturned furniture, you wait with bated breath. All of the tension flees your body as you see that the door has opened to reveal your mother, safe and sound. She makes her way, quietly, into the building, not having spotted you. You step out so that she may see you.
"How went your search?" You ask, sheathing The Blade.
"It went well. I was well believed to be a concerned aged woman, looking for directions to a relatives home. I believe that I have found a few places where we may hide out."
"Tell me of them."
"Of course, my son." She nods. "Firstly, there is a neighboring city, controlled, it is said, by a rival lord. It is unlikely that they will return slaves to a master from an enemy city, so we may be safe there. However, life in a city can be hard my son."
"Where else?" you ask.
"There is, it is said, a small farmstead across the lines of battle." She lowers her head. "We would have to make our way through a warzone, but it is said it is a peaceable place, and your skills as a smith could afford us a good life."
She takes a shaky, steadying breath.
"Then, there is one option more, though I hesitate to speak of it."
"Why?"
"A band of mercenaries are nearby. It is said they are no friends of slavers, but all the same they work for the coin of the lords. You skills with a blade... they are greater than many. You could do well there my son, and I am certain they would allow me to accompany. But the life of a soldier... it is a hard one."
You have three options ahead of you. What do you choose for yourself, and your mother?
[x] The City of Pergamon
-A city controlled by a rival faction, it is easy to be lost in the masses of people
[x] The Town of Julife
-Across the lines of battle, but safe from strife, a quiet life.
[x] The War Wolves
-A band of hired killers, a lucrative position, if you are willing to kill to achieve it.
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I had a tie, according to the tally, so I just flipped a coin.
Sorry that I am a bit late with this, caught a bit of a flu.
Your mother leaves the plague-house. You sit in silence whiles he waits, before you decide to do something useful with your time, taking out a whetstone to care for The Blade. You find quickly however, that The Blade has not lost it's edge at all. It seems that is simply one of the properties of Star-Metal.
After waiting for a while, you hear the door creak open, and you ready yourself, crouching low behind a pieces of overturned furniture, you wait with bated breath. All of the tension flees your body as you see that the door has opened to reveal your mother, safe and sound. She makes her way, quietly, into the building, not having spotted you. You step out so that she may see you.
"How went your search?" You ask, sheathing The Blade.
"It went well. I was well believed to be a concerned aged woman, looking for directions to a relatives home. I believe that I have found a few places where we may hide out."
"Tell me of them."
"Of course, my son." She nods. "Firstly, there is a neighboring city, controlled, it is said, by a rival lord. It is unlikely that they will return slaves to a master from an enemy city, so we may be safe there. However, life in a city can be hard my son."
"Where else?" you ask.
"There is, it is said, a small farmstead across the lines of battle." She lowers her head. "We would have to make our way through a warzone, but it is said it is a peaceable place, and your skills as a smith could afford us a good life."
She takes a shaky, steadying breath.
"Then, there is one option more, though I hesitate to speak of it."
"Why?"
"A band of mercenaries are nearby. It is said they are no friends of slavers, but all the same they work for the coin of the lords. You skills with a blade... they are greater than many. You could do well there my son, and I am certain they would allow me to accompany. But the life of a soldier... it is a hard one."
You have three options ahead of you. What do you choose for yourself, and your mother?
[x] The City of Pergamon
-A city controlled by a rival faction, it is easy to be lost in the masses of people
[x] The Town of Julife
-Across the lines of battle, but safe from strife, a quiet life.
[x] The War Wolves
-A band of hired killers, a lucrative position, if you are willing to kill to achieve it.
-{}-{}-{}-{}-{}-{}-{}-{}-{}-{}-{}-{}-{}-{}-{}-
I had a tie, according to the tally, so I just flipped a coin.
Sorry that I am a bit late with this, caught a bit of a flu.
- Location
- Nowhere and Everywhere
- Pronouns
- He/Him
[X] The Town of Julife
That Blacksmith life is rather attractive. Who knows? Maybe we can become a renowned craftsman.
That Blacksmith life is rather attractive. Who knows? Maybe we can become a renowned craftsman.
[x] The City of Pergamon
-A city controlled by a rival faction, it is easy to be lost in the masses of people.
Having to protect our mother and fight in the other options sound terrible.
-A city controlled by a rival faction, it is easy to be lost in the masses of people.
Having to protect our mother and fight in the other options sound terrible.
can we just all agree that the other options are better that being a merc
[X] The Town of Julife
[X] The Town of Julife
Crawkid
Lover of quests and community
- Location
- holed up in my room
the other options are better than risking being a merc *nod*
[x] The War Wolves
come on we have the skills for it
come on we have the skills for it
[x] The City of Pergamon
Part 10: To the City
Underlake
Tabletop Game Nerd
- Location
- America
- Pronouns
- He/Him
[x] The City of Pergamon
"We should head to the city. It will be easy to disappear among the crowds there"
"Very well my son." You mother nods.
And with that decided, you begin to pack up your meagre possessions. The Blade is safely covered in cloths, and your new clothes are donned. Soon, you are making your way out of the city as dawn breaks. You are fairly certain you have enough food for the entire journey. The guards wave you through, with your lack of collars presenting you as merely the urban poor, rather than escaped slaves. And with that, you are out of the city.
You walk for a week, your feet pounding on the packed earth and gravel of the roads. You pass by numerous small cottages and hamlets, with wide fields of grain all across your field of view. You've never seen anything so beautiful as the millions of stalks glistening in the sunlight as they rustle in the breeze, like an ocean of gold. Eventually however, this idyllic view of the countryside gives way to visions of castles, bastions of force, projecting might out into the countryside as you move from areas of peace to borders of tension, invisible, but choking the land all the same.
As you pass along the road, you reach a patch of forest. The trees extend overhead, forming a roof of intertwining branches and leaves that allow a dappling of sunlight to fall through their gaps.
You freeze, as far off in the distance, you hear the howling of some sort of... dog? No, a wolf. You've heard of these creatures from your mother's stories. At first, they are far off, but soon, you can tell the howling is coming closer and closer, approaching your position.
What do you do?
[x] Prepare to stand and fight
[x] Attempt to hide
[x] Write In
"We should head to the city. It will be easy to disappear among the crowds there"
"Very well my son." You mother nods.
And with that decided, you begin to pack up your meagre possessions. The Blade is safely covered in cloths, and your new clothes are donned. Soon, you are making your way out of the city as dawn breaks. You are fairly certain you have enough food for the entire journey. The guards wave you through, with your lack of collars presenting you as merely the urban poor, rather than escaped slaves. And with that, you are out of the city.
You walk for a week, your feet pounding on the packed earth and gravel of the roads. You pass by numerous small cottages and hamlets, with wide fields of grain all across your field of view. You've never seen anything so beautiful as the millions of stalks glistening in the sunlight as they rustle in the breeze, like an ocean of gold. Eventually however, this idyllic view of the countryside gives way to visions of castles, bastions of force, projecting might out into the countryside as you move from areas of peace to borders of tension, invisible, but choking the land all the same.
Random Encounter Roll: 8
As you pass along the road, you reach a patch of forest. The trees extend overhead, forming a roof of intertwining branches and leaves that allow a dappling of sunlight to fall through their gaps.
Target: 12
Results: 7
Pass!
Results: 7
Pass!
You freeze, as far off in the distance, you hear the howling of some sort of... dog? No, a wolf. You've heard of these creatures from your mother's stories. At first, they are far off, but soon, you can tell the howling is coming closer and closer, approaching your position.
What do you do?
[x] Prepare to stand and fight
[x] Attempt to hide
[x] Write In
- Location
- UK
- Pronouns
- He/Him
Are the wolves of this world like the wolves of our world?
Underlake
Tabletop Game Nerd
- Location
- America
- Pronouns
- He/Him
they're... large
[x] Have your mother hide in the tree while you stand and fight. Try and keep the wolf's in your line of sight, don't let them surround you.