Strange Lands, and Stranger Times.
- Thread starter IcePickLobotomy
- Start date
- Original
I wonder if we're going to get a nickname among the orcs for this.
- Location
- Seattle, Washington
- Pronouns
- He/Him
You spent the better part of the night leading the orcs on a merry chase through the woods whilst pelting them with arrows. You then snuck right out from under their nose and fought a high-ranking orc, you didn't win that fight but you didn't loose either. Even if you don't get a nickname you will get respect.
- Location
- Canada
I thought the fight seen was pretty good. And it shows us that it's always a good idea to have a backup-backup weapon.
[X] By Dawn's Dying Light.
Given what just happened I would not be surprised if Rose carries 3 or 4 knives on her person at all times - plus the bone knife, which is more a trophy than an effective weapon. Never be completely disarmed again.
edmantgoog
init high just high
[X] By Dawn's Dying Light.
hide a small blade in the heel of her shoe (yes i did just watch escape from Alcatraz yesterday how did you guess?)
hide a small blade in the heel of her shoe (yes i did just watch escape from Alcatraz yesterday how did you guess?)
- Location
- Seattle, Washington
- Pronouns
- He/Him
Interlude. By Dawn's Dying Light.
The town stood in sleepy valley, fertile fields covering the valley floor. A few low hills dotted the valley, and a slow ponderous river wound its way back and forth. The small town was much like any of its kind, old wooden buildings, and creaky roofs with pale translucent smoke rising from the chimneys. A wide dirt road ran down the middle of the town which would normally be open to all. Instead it was barricaded by a lose collection of wood, and a group of angry men manned it with spears and clubs.
A few hundred feet from this scene a motley collection of armed men stared at the barricade in shock. They had been surprised, for three months they'd had the run of the town. The towns-folk too scared to stand up as they had their fill of wine and women, why now would they stand up?
"What'd we do now Jack?" asked a particularly heavy set man.
The man in question was a tall, handsome and athletic. A well trimmed beard, finely made armor, and a smooth educated accent differentiated him from the other, rougher men.
"Interesting" he drawled "I think I'll go have a little chat with the mayor, try and work out this misunderstanding here." standing up and he sauntered over to the barricade.
Crossing his arms, he shouted "You there! Yes you with the stupid face there. Take me to the mayor; I need to speak with him." The men spoke in hushed whispers before coming to a conclusion.
One of them shouted back "Alright, but you have to leave your sword behind."
Jack unclasped his sword and placed it along the side of the road. Two He entered the town and was escorted by two of the men into the mayor's house, an ornate three story buildings. The mayor was waiting for him in the parlor with a guest. The mayor was old and skeletal his parchment dry skin pulled taught over his skull.
The guest was more interesting, a dark haired young man, likely in his late teens. He wore a rough spun gray tunic, with a worn chain-mail hauberk underneath. A bronze hilted long-sword hung off his belt, and it looked well used.
"Well Mr. Mayor, I'll be frank." Jack said "You have in till sun down to tear that barricade down or I'll put your town to the torch."
The mayor sat down on the couch. "That is quite impossible." He removed a bottle of whiskey from a nearby table.
"I think you will find it very doable Mr. Mayor, if you want to keep your piss-ant town in one piece."
The mayor took a long drink from his glass "No no, quite impossible I'm afraid. Even if I ordered the men to tear the barricade down they wouldn't listen. The situation is beyond my control really." He took another drink, finishing the glass "Talk to William here if you wish to negotiate. I'll simple enjoy an afternoon drink."
Jack turned his attention to the boy who was giving him a contemptuous glare. "Well? Are you going to tear it down then?" Personally Jack though it unlikely, but no harm in asking.
The answer was curt and flat. "No."
Jack shrugged, no surprise there "Fine, but there blood will be on your han-"
William cut him off "No it won't. Their blood shall be on your hands. Yours will be on mine." His hand had drifted to the hilt of his sword, righteous anger set on his features. "We have nothing to discuss here. Leave."
"Fine, fine I'll go." He had his hands up, "See you at sundown then."
William narrowed his eyes "I look forward to it."
Jack made his way back to the others. "Well, looks like they want a fight. Let's go."
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The Mayor spoke first "He's lying."
"Worthless words from a worthless man." William replied in agreement.
The mayor poured himself another glass and took a drink. "Do you think we'll win?" he asked, the amber fluid swirling in his glass.
William placed his sword across his lap and bowed his head. For a long moment he was silent, in till his head rose and he spoke "We have the Lady's blessing. They will not survive this battle."
The mayor did not respond. For several long minutes they sat in silence, in till a man barged through the door.
"The Outlaws are attacking!" he shouted.
The mayor nodded to William "Well, time you got to work then."
William nodded to the mayor "Yes, it is." He stood up and followed the messenger outside.
Looking down the street he could see that the barricade had already fallen, the outlaws and militia skirmishing loosely in the street 80 untrained farmers with clubs, spears and fists to 50 unorganized bandits with axes and swords. It would likely go in the bandit's favor, if he failed to intervene.
Drawing the pale blue-light blade he strode into the melee looking for Jack. He saw Jack, directing his men some 40 paces away with sword in hand. Jack turned his head locking eyes with William and gave him a jaunty smile. The message was clear, come get me.
William strode through the melee, cutting down all three men who had tried to stop him. Jack stuck first, lunging at William with his short-sword. William parried and swung his sword only to have his attack blocked by Jack's buckler.
They exchanged several blows and it quickly become apparent that Jack was the superior swordsmen. Slipping past Williams guard Jack drove the point of his sword into Williams neck, only to have his blade glance away at the last moment, as if he had struck a piece of solid metal.
Do not fear the wicked sword for I shall shield the righteous
Caught by surprise Jack barely managed to bring his buckler up to block Williams blow. The sword struck and a brilliant flash of light compiled blinded jack as the peal of thunder deafened him. Jack found himself laying on the ground, his left arm a charred and ruined husk. William stood over him, the sword glowing as strands of golden light wove themselves around the blade.
Their armor will fail, their castles will fall, for the righteous will strike with the force of a thousand men.
"Run, RUN!" an outlaw cried as he dropped his weapon and sprinted away. Soon the others followed, fleeing from the battle. The townspeople began to cheer, while the women, children, and elderly emerged from their hiding places to attend to the wounded.
Jack was roughly grabbed by two burly men and hauled to his knees. William looked down on him as the light from his sword faded away.
"Do you require a priest Jack, or shall we proceed to you last words now?"
Jack raised his head and spat at William's face. He wiped the spittle from his cheek.
"Very well. I send you to the Lady's Judgment. May your deeds be judged fairly." He raised his sword. It glittered in the light before it took Jacks head from his head. William wiped his blade and sheathed it before assisting with the wicked.
The village celebrated its victory that night. They would mourn the fallen another day, for tonight they would be happy at their new found freedom. Music and laughter echoed across the town late into the night. Food was brought out, and cider was drunk and many toasts were made to an embarrassed William. It was his words that inspired the people, it was his plan and his actions that had lead them here.
The next day he was gone, he had left abruptly and without warning. For a long time the town speculated on his reason. Perhaps there was a girl, or he had been called by his lord? Others said it was wanderlust. Some said (having drunk too much) that he was a wandering spirit of justice who had faded when no longer needed.
In truth he had set out to Three Rivers City, some two months away. His reason was simple, The Lady had given him his mission and he would not fail.
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Welp, there is the interlude. We'll get back to rose tomorrow.
The town stood in sleepy valley, fertile fields covering the valley floor. A few low hills dotted the valley, and a slow ponderous river wound its way back and forth. The small town was much like any of its kind, old wooden buildings, and creaky roofs with pale translucent smoke rising from the chimneys. A wide dirt road ran down the middle of the town which would normally be open to all. Instead it was barricaded by a lose collection of wood, and a group of angry men manned it with spears and clubs.
A few hundred feet from this scene a motley collection of armed men stared at the barricade in shock. They had been surprised, for three months they'd had the run of the town. The towns-folk too scared to stand up as they had their fill of wine and women, why now would they stand up?
"What'd we do now Jack?" asked a particularly heavy set man.
The man in question was a tall, handsome and athletic. A well trimmed beard, finely made armor, and a smooth educated accent differentiated him from the other, rougher men.
"Interesting" he drawled "I think I'll go have a little chat with the mayor, try and work out this misunderstanding here." standing up and he sauntered over to the barricade.
Crossing his arms, he shouted "You there! Yes you with the stupid face there. Take me to the mayor; I need to speak with him." The men spoke in hushed whispers before coming to a conclusion.
One of them shouted back "Alright, but you have to leave your sword behind."
Jack unclasped his sword and placed it along the side of the road. Two He entered the town and was escorted by two of the men into the mayor's house, an ornate three story buildings. The mayor was waiting for him in the parlor with a guest. The mayor was old and skeletal his parchment dry skin pulled taught over his skull.
The guest was more interesting, a dark haired young man, likely in his late teens. He wore a rough spun gray tunic, with a worn chain-mail hauberk underneath. A bronze hilted long-sword hung off his belt, and it looked well used.
"Well Mr. Mayor, I'll be frank." Jack said "You have in till sun down to tear that barricade down or I'll put your town to the torch."
The mayor sat down on the couch. "That is quite impossible." He removed a bottle of whiskey from a nearby table.
"I think you will find it very doable Mr. Mayor, if you want to keep your piss-ant town in one piece."
The mayor took a long drink from his glass "No no, quite impossible I'm afraid. Even if I ordered the men to tear the barricade down they wouldn't listen. The situation is beyond my control really." He took another drink, finishing the glass "Talk to William here if you wish to negotiate. I'll simple enjoy an afternoon drink."
Jack turned his attention to the boy who was giving him a contemptuous glare. "Well? Are you going to tear it down then?" Personally Jack though it unlikely, but no harm in asking.
The answer was curt and flat. "No."
Jack shrugged, no surprise there "Fine, but there blood will be on your han-"
William cut him off "No it won't. Their blood shall be on your hands. Yours will be on mine." His hand had drifted to the hilt of his sword, righteous anger set on his features. "We have nothing to discuss here. Leave."
"Fine, fine I'll go." He had his hands up, "See you at sundown then."
William narrowed his eyes "I look forward to it."
Jack made his way back to the others. "Well, looks like they want a fight. Let's go."
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The Mayor spoke first "He's lying."
"Worthless words from a worthless man." William replied in agreement.
The mayor poured himself another glass and took a drink. "Do you think we'll win?" he asked, the amber fluid swirling in his glass.
William placed his sword across his lap and bowed his head. For a long moment he was silent, in till his head rose and he spoke "We have the Lady's blessing. They will not survive this battle."
The mayor did not respond. For several long minutes they sat in silence, in till a man barged through the door.
"The Outlaws are attacking!" he shouted.
The mayor nodded to William "Well, time you got to work then."
William nodded to the mayor "Yes, it is." He stood up and followed the messenger outside.
Looking down the street he could see that the barricade had already fallen, the outlaws and militia skirmishing loosely in the street 80 untrained farmers with clubs, spears and fists to 50 unorganized bandits with axes and swords. It would likely go in the bandit's favor, if he failed to intervene.
Drawing the pale blue-light blade he strode into the melee looking for Jack. He saw Jack, directing his men some 40 paces away with sword in hand. Jack turned his head locking eyes with William and gave him a jaunty smile. The message was clear, come get me.
William strode through the melee, cutting down all three men who had tried to stop him. Jack stuck first, lunging at William with his short-sword. William parried and swung his sword only to have his attack blocked by Jack's buckler.
They exchanged several blows and it quickly become apparent that Jack was the superior swordsmen. Slipping past Williams guard Jack drove the point of his sword into Williams neck, only to have his blade glance away at the last moment, as if he had struck a piece of solid metal.
Do not fear the wicked sword for I shall shield the righteous
Caught by surprise Jack barely managed to bring his buckler up to block Williams blow. The sword struck and a brilliant flash of light compiled blinded jack as the peal of thunder deafened him. Jack found himself laying on the ground, his left arm a charred and ruined husk. William stood over him, the sword glowing as strands of golden light wove themselves around the blade.
Their armor will fail, their castles will fall, for the righteous will strike with the force of a thousand men.
"Run, RUN!" an outlaw cried as he dropped his weapon and sprinted away. Soon the others followed, fleeing from the battle. The townspeople began to cheer, while the women, children, and elderly emerged from their hiding places to attend to the wounded.
Jack was roughly grabbed by two burly men and hauled to his knees. William looked down on him as the light from his sword faded away.
"Do you require a priest Jack, or shall we proceed to you last words now?"
Jack raised his head and spat at William's face. He wiped the spittle from his cheek.
"Very well. I send you to the Lady's Judgment. May your deeds be judged fairly." He raised his sword. It glittered in the light before it took Jacks head from his head. William wiped his blade and sheathed it before assisting with the wicked.
The village celebrated its victory that night. They would mourn the fallen another day, for tonight they would be happy at their new found freedom. Music and laughter echoed across the town late into the night. Food was brought out, and cider was drunk and many toasts were made to an embarrassed William. It was his words that inspired the people, it was his plan and his actions that had lead them here.
The next day he was gone, he had left abruptly and without warning. For a long time the town speculated on his reason. Perhaps there was a girl, or he had been called by his lord? Others said it was wanderlust. Some said (having drunk too much) that he was a wandering spirit of justice who had faded when no longer needed.
In truth he had set out to Three Rivers City, some two months away. His reason was simple, The Lady had given him his mission and he would not fail.
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Welp, there is the interlude. We'll get back to rose tomorrow.
- Location
- Canada
Welp, looks like we have another significant NPC heading our way. Can't imagine that his apparently fanatical faith will get along with our sudo-paganism, but he doesn't seem evil so I'm not ruling him out as an ally just yet. Still, things look to get interesting.
- Location
- Seattle, Washington
- Pronouns
- He/Him
Yes. Yes it was. but I think there is a more important question. Who has the knife?
- Location
- Seattle, Washington
- Pronouns
- He/Him
You awaken in a soft bed, the late day sun casting a golden square along the foot of your bed. You recognized the room as belonging to the Woodsmen. The wooden walls were adorned with trophies from many hunts, and you even recognized the head from the swamp troll you had killed with Jurgen.
You take a moment to inspect yourself. Your chest is wrapped in bandages, as is your left arm from wrist to elbow. Even now you can feel the sore muscles in your legs, and can simple imagine the wonderful collection of bruises that you have collected. It was worth it though; all this pain was fair payment for victory.
You hear Commander Salmer's voice echoing through the building as their footsteps flatly sound along the wooden floor. "And as I said Mayor Tallowfin, I have Allen and Sal tracking the orcs, I don't have any more men to send."
"Oh?" you hear the Mayor say, his voice dry raspy "and what about that Jurgen fellow? He's still here. Is he not under your command?"
"He is." You hear Salmer more clearly, their voices growing closer. "But he has pre-existing duties to attend to. He can't be spared at the moment."
"Hmmm, that is unfortunate; I hear he is rather capable tracker." The Mayor's voice is clear, likely just past the door to your room.
"Well, be sure to give Rose my thanks, but I have my own duties to attend to Commander Salmer. Good day."
"And to you Mr. Mayor."
You hear the mayor move away, his footsteps fading from the building as Salmer moves deeper into the lodge. Not too long after this you hear a set of footsteps approaching the door. A man steps through who you recognize as the doctor from a few weeks ago.
He is a middle-aged man, with short salt and pepper hair and bushy mustache. A pair of spectacles rest on his nose. "Good, good, you're awake. I'm Doctor Immeil. How are you feeling Miss Rose?"
"I'm feeling fine, somewhat sore though." You reply.
He nods "Good, good." He takes your right hand and presses two fingers against your wrist. "What is the last thing you remember?"
You take a moment to collect your thoughts before speaking "I remember fighting an orc on a riding-wolf. I drove it off and then I think I saw Jurgen before I fainted."
The man nods "Good, now just a few questions to make sure you didn't addle you brains here. One plus one?"
"Two."
"five plus three?"
You pause a moment, counting on your fingers. "Eight?"
The doctor smiles and holds his hand up, two fingers extended "How many fingers am I holding up?"
"Two."
"Good very good. I'm more concerned about that blow to the head you took than anything else, but it seems like you made it through alright." He spends the next half-hour inspecting the rest of your wounds before declaring you "In fine shape all things considered. Now go on and enjoy your day, but if you feel faint, dizzy, have a lapse in your memory come to me."
You collect your gear and head outside. Jurgen was waiting outside for you, carving on a piece of wood to pass the time.
"Rose." He sets the wood down as you approach him. He looks you in the eye while clasping your shoulder with his good arm. "You did good and I'm proud. It was a brave thing you did last night, if a bit foolish. But these things are often tricky like that."
You smile, proud that Jurgen approved of your action.
"Now, I have some business to attend to, but you should go and enjoy your day. And take this, the bounty from the troll and a reward from the mayor." He passes a heft bag that jingles as it moves before releasing you and walking into the lodge. You quickly stop and turn in the blood caps as well. (15 silver gained)
Glancing at the sun you still have a few hours of daylight left. You could pass through the one of the many markets and spend you well earned coin or you could just head back to the inn.
[ ] Go shopping (Will include purchase options in next update)
[ ] No need. See what the future has to bring before buying anything further.
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[X] A Wolfs howl pierces the night, rousing you from your sleep.
The next three days pass quickly. Jurgen was busy assisting Commander Salmer with tracking the orc raiders, so you had been left to your own devices. You spent most of your free time leisurely exploring the city. From the tall white bricked mansions with brilliant red roofs of high-town, to the stained and slick wooden peers and ramshackle warehouses of the docks. The city was not a singular entity you realized, but more like several individual towns that were smashed together.
It was on the third night that you were roused from your slumber. The howl of a wolf echoed across the city, seeming coming from just outside your window. Peering out the small stained window, you can make out a glowing white blob on a nearby roof. It jumps down into the small yard behind the inn. You silently slid off your bed, grabbing your bow and sword, and creep down to the small yard.
Opening the door reveals a wolf sitting beneath the starry sky. Its white fur seems to glow with moonlight, or perhaps it is simple the moon overhead. Grasping your short-sword you hope that this goes well.
"Den-Mother sends her regards." It says. Its voice smooth and fatherly. "I come seeking your assistance."
You stop, thinking of your response. While formalities weren't necessary when meeting with the fae, a certain level of respect was. With this in mind you respond. "I see. I will listen, but what am I to call you?"
"Call me Sigri. Now as for this problem of mine. Some time ago a foolish young boy stole one of my teeth." The wolf opens it jaws, one of its canine's missing. "I have tracked it to this city, the place where the houses have red roofs and large gardens. I am unable to enter the houses as they are warded against my kind so I ask you to recover it for me within three months'."
You frown, that sounded like high-town, where the rich and affluent lived. It was unlikely that you would have the money to purchase Sigri's tooth, and trying to steal it would be difficult.
"What from does your tooth take?"
"The boy fashioned it into a knife. The blade is perhaps one and a half hand lengths long. The hilt was fashioned from the wood of an oak tree and bound with the leather from a bear."
You nod "and if I were to acquire it how would I contact you?"
"A few miles to the north there is a tree with a dead tree on it. If you have the knife simple stand beneath it while the moon is in the sky. I shall appear. Do this for me and I shall grant you a single boon of your choseing so long as it does not bring harm to me or my kind." Sigri cocks its head to the side "Do you accept, or shall I find another?"
[ ] Accept.
[ ] Decline
[ ] Negotiate. You don't like this price or the terms given; you may be able to bargain for something else.
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Ok, sorry this took so long. I got busy with with stuff and school starting and as a result I got somewhat sidetracked. Can't say I'm satisfied with this update, but at this point I'd rather have something posted rather then waiting another week. Anyways, The absolute earliest you can expect an update would be Wednesday, but don't be surprised if it doesn't show up in-till Saturday.
You take a moment to inspect yourself. Your chest is wrapped in bandages, as is your left arm from wrist to elbow. Even now you can feel the sore muscles in your legs, and can simple imagine the wonderful collection of bruises that you have collected. It was worth it though; all this pain was fair payment for victory.
You hear Commander Salmer's voice echoing through the building as their footsteps flatly sound along the wooden floor. "And as I said Mayor Tallowfin, I have Allen and Sal tracking the orcs, I don't have any more men to send."
"Oh?" you hear the Mayor say, his voice dry raspy "and what about that Jurgen fellow? He's still here. Is he not under your command?"
"He is." You hear Salmer more clearly, their voices growing closer. "But he has pre-existing duties to attend to. He can't be spared at the moment."
"Hmmm, that is unfortunate; I hear he is rather capable tracker." The Mayor's voice is clear, likely just past the door to your room.
"Well, be sure to give Rose my thanks, but I have my own duties to attend to Commander Salmer. Good day."
"And to you Mr. Mayor."
You hear the mayor move away, his footsteps fading from the building as Salmer moves deeper into the lodge. Not too long after this you hear a set of footsteps approaching the door. A man steps through who you recognize as the doctor from a few weeks ago.
He is a middle-aged man, with short salt and pepper hair and bushy mustache. A pair of spectacles rest on his nose. "Good, good, you're awake. I'm Doctor Immeil. How are you feeling Miss Rose?"
"I'm feeling fine, somewhat sore though." You reply.
He nods "Good, good." He takes your right hand and presses two fingers against your wrist. "What is the last thing you remember?"
You take a moment to collect your thoughts before speaking "I remember fighting an orc on a riding-wolf. I drove it off and then I think I saw Jurgen before I fainted."
The man nods "Good, now just a few questions to make sure you didn't addle you brains here. One plus one?"
"Two."
"five plus three?"
You pause a moment, counting on your fingers. "Eight?"
The doctor smiles and holds his hand up, two fingers extended "How many fingers am I holding up?"
"Two."
"Good very good. I'm more concerned about that blow to the head you took than anything else, but it seems like you made it through alright." He spends the next half-hour inspecting the rest of your wounds before declaring you "In fine shape all things considered. Now go on and enjoy your day, but if you feel faint, dizzy, have a lapse in your memory come to me."
You collect your gear and head outside. Jurgen was waiting outside for you, carving on a piece of wood to pass the time.
"Rose." He sets the wood down as you approach him. He looks you in the eye while clasping your shoulder with his good arm. "You did good and I'm proud. It was a brave thing you did last night, if a bit foolish. But these things are often tricky like that."
You smile, proud that Jurgen approved of your action.
"Now, I have some business to attend to, but you should go and enjoy your day. And take this, the bounty from the troll and a reward from the mayor." He passes a heft bag that jingles as it moves before releasing you and walking into the lodge. You quickly stop and turn in the blood caps as well. (15 silver gained)
Glancing at the sun you still have a few hours of daylight left. You could pass through the one of the many markets and spend you well earned coin or you could just head back to the inn.
[ ] Go shopping (Will include purchase options in next update)
[ ] No need. See what the future has to bring before buying anything further.
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[X] A Wolfs howl pierces the night, rousing you from your sleep.
The next three days pass quickly. Jurgen was busy assisting Commander Salmer with tracking the orc raiders, so you had been left to your own devices. You spent most of your free time leisurely exploring the city. From the tall white bricked mansions with brilliant red roofs of high-town, to the stained and slick wooden peers and ramshackle warehouses of the docks. The city was not a singular entity you realized, but more like several individual towns that were smashed together.
It was on the third night that you were roused from your slumber. The howl of a wolf echoed across the city, seeming coming from just outside your window. Peering out the small stained window, you can make out a glowing white blob on a nearby roof. It jumps down into the small yard behind the inn. You silently slid off your bed, grabbing your bow and sword, and creep down to the small yard.
Opening the door reveals a wolf sitting beneath the starry sky. Its white fur seems to glow with moonlight, or perhaps it is simple the moon overhead. Grasping your short-sword you hope that this goes well.
"Den-Mother sends her regards." It says. Its voice smooth and fatherly. "I come seeking your assistance."
You stop, thinking of your response. While formalities weren't necessary when meeting with the fae, a certain level of respect was. With this in mind you respond. "I see. I will listen, but what am I to call you?"
"Call me Sigri. Now as for this problem of mine. Some time ago a foolish young boy stole one of my teeth." The wolf opens it jaws, one of its canine's missing. "I have tracked it to this city, the place where the houses have red roofs and large gardens. I am unable to enter the houses as they are warded against my kind so I ask you to recover it for me within three months'."
You frown, that sounded like high-town, where the rich and affluent lived. It was unlikely that you would have the money to purchase Sigri's tooth, and trying to steal it would be difficult.
"What from does your tooth take?"
"The boy fashioned it into a knife. The blade is perhaps one and a half hand lengths long. The hilt was fashioned from the wood of an oak tree and bound with the leather from a bear."
You nod "and if I were to acquire it how would I contact you?"
"A few miles to the north there is a tree with a dead tree on it. If you have the knife simple stand beneath it while the moon is in the sky. I shall appear. Do this for me and I shall grant you a single boon of your choseing so long as it does not bring harm to me or my kind." Sigri cocks its head to the side "Do you accept, or shall I find another?"
[ ] Accept.
[ ] Decline
[ ] Negotiate. You don't like this price or the terms given; you may be able to bargain for something else.
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Ok, sorry this took so long. I got busy with with stuff and school starting and as a result I got somewhat sidetracked. Can't say I'm satisfied with this update, but at this point I'd rather have something posted rather then waiting another week. Anyways, The absolute earliest you can expect an update would be Wednesday, but don't be surprised if it doesn't show up in-till Saturday.
edmantgoog
init high just high
[X] Go shopping (Will include purchase options in next update)
[X] Accept.
[X] Accept.
- Location
- Canada
[X] Go shopping (Will include purchase options in next update)
[X] Accept.
On the shopping, if we are going to be stealing the thing (which seems likely, although we should try other options first) we want some equipment, and the like.
As to the quest, given that den-mother helped us, and this appears to be a friend of hers I feel obligated to assist in this matter.
[X] Accept.
On the shopping, if we are going to be stealing the thing (which seems likely, although we should try other options first) we want some equipment, and the like.
As to the quest, given that den-mother helped us, and this appears to be a friend of hers I feel obligated to assist in this matter.
- Location
- Seattle, Washington
- Pronouns
- He/Him
[X] Go shopping (Will include purchase options in next update)
[X] Accept.
"I accept this deal."
A feeling of heaviness settles upon you. The pale visage of the moon lays above you, witnessing the meeting amongst a thousand twinkling stars.
Sigri seems to smile as he stands up. "Good. I have other business to attend to. Good night Rose." With that the spirit slowly dissolves, small golden embers gently float up to be carried away by the wind. In the distance a few dogs bark.
Turning around you find yourself facing the innkeeper, who is welding a strange curved blade. You can't make out his face as it is obscured by the darkness of the hallway. The two of you stand silently for a moment, waiting for the other to start.
He breaks the silence "I'm not one to tell you what sort of company to keep girl, be downright hypocritical of me considering the kinda business I've ran." He sheathes his blade and sighs "I don't want you draggin' any trouble into my inn here. Beyond that I'd advise you to be careful. There are darker things than spirits in the night." He turns and begins to walk back into his room.
"Hey what do you mean by that?" You didn't know what he could be referring to. Jurgen had told you that there wasn't anything supernatural that couldn't be considered a spirit or a fae.
He responds cryptically "best you don't find out." Before shutting his door.
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[X] Jurgen offers to take you into the woods. He cryptically tells you that he will help you find yourself.
The next few days pass much like the last. You recover from you injuries, explore the city and run errands. Despite your best efforts the innkeeper pointedly ignores any questions on what he meant that night, or simple tells you to mind your own business. It is on the last day of the month when Jurgen finds you and asks you to accompany him with a ritual in the woods. As the two of you head into the forrest he asks you if you had participated in a coming-of-age ceremony yet.
"No I haven't yet. My village was pretty relaxed about that, but those sort of things would be done in the spring. I wasn't old enough this year." You answer.
He nods "Normally I'd leave this sort of thing be, but I'm going to insist that we do this."
You frown, Jurgen had impressed upon you the importance of respecting the rites of other people. For him to so blithely ignore this was out of character. "Why?"
"Your bow."
You feel your stomach lurch and the temperature seems to drop noticeably."I-"
He cuts you off "You wanted to keep this to yourself, and for good reason might I add. Things like this, enchantments and the like." He pauses for a moment "These things always come with a cost Rose. I want to make sure that things is toying with you mind. Trust me when I say I have experience with these matters. Rose, please, tell me about that bow. How much do you know?"
You swallow dryly as you consider your options.
[ ] Tell him about the bow. Tell him everything, even about the energy transference thingie.
[ ] Refuse. This is your secret to keep. Even if you appreciate his concern you'd rather not share.
[ ] Other. Write in.
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Ok, so I ended up lying about having it on Saturday. Sorry about that I came down with a cold that weekend and have been busy this week. Anyways here we are. On the shopping, I'm working on some basic stuff but is there anything you guys are looking for in particular? This way I know what to make sure to have. I plan on having a list for things you can buy up with the next update, hopefully. Anywho as always please leave any comments, concerns, criticisms, or questions and I'll respond as best able.
[X] Accept.
"I accept this deal."
A feeling of heaviness settles upon you. The pale visage of the moon lays above you, witnessing the meeting amongst a thousand twinkling stars.
Sigri seems to smile as he stands up. "Good. I have other business to attend to. Good night Rose." With that the spirit slowly dissolves, small golden embers gently float up to be carried away by the wind. In the distance a few dogs bark.
Turning around you find yourself facing the innkeeper, who is welding a strange curved blade. You can't make out his face as it is obscured by the darkness of the hallway. The two of you stand silently for a moment, waiting for the other to start.
He breaks the silence "I'm not one to tell you what sort of company to keep girl, be downright hypocritical of me considering the kinda business I've ran." He sheathes his blade and sighs "I don't want you draggin' any trouble into my inn here. Beyond that I'd advise you to be careful. There are darker things than spirits in the night." He turns and begins to walk back into his room.
"Hey what do you mean by that?" You didn't know what he could be referring to. Jurgen had told you that there wasn't anything supernatural that couldn't be considered a spirit or a fae.
He responds cryptically "best you don't find out." Before shutting his door.
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[X] Jurgen offers to take you into the woods. He cryptically tells you that he will help you find yourself.
The next few days pass much like the last. You recover from you injuries, explore the city and run errands. Despite your best efforts the innkeeper pointedly ignores any questions on what he meant that night, or simple tells you to mind your own business. It is on the last day of the month when Jurgen finds you and asks you to accompany him with a ritual in the woods. As the two of you head into the forrest he asks you if you had participated in a coming-of-age ceremony yet.
"No I haven't yet. My village was pretty relaxed about that, but those sort of things would be done in the spring. I wasn't old enough this year." You answer.
He nods "Normally I'd leave this sort of thing be, but I'm going to insist that we do this."
You frown, Jurgen had impressed upon you the importance of respecting the rites of other people. For him to so blithely ignore this was out of character. "Why?"
"Your bow."
You feel your stomach lurch and the temperature seems to drop noticeably."I-"
He cuts you off "You wanted to keep this to yourself, and for good reason might I add. Things like this, enchantments and the like." He pauses for a moment "These things always come with a cost Rose. I want to make sure that things is toying with you mind. Trust me when I say I have experience with these matters. Rose, please, tell me about that bow. How much do you know?"
You swallow dryly as you consider your options.
[ ] Tell him about the bow. Tell him everything, even about the energy transference thingie.
[ ] Refuse. This is your secret to keep. Even if you appreciate his concern you'd rather not share.
[ ] Other. Write in.
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Ok, so I ended up lying about having it on Saturday. Sorry about that I came down with a cold that weekend and have been busy this week. Anyways here we are. On the shopping, I'm working on some basic stuff but is there anything you guys are looking for in particular? This way I know what to make sure to have. I plan on having a list for things you can buy up with the next update, hopefully. Anywho as always please leave any comments, concerns, criticisms, or questions and I'll respond as best able.
- Location
- Canada
[X] Tell him about the bow. Tell him everything, even about the energy transference thingie.
He saved out life multiple times now, and already seems to have at least a vague idea of what is going on with the bow. Might as well tell him. Given his supposed experience with this sort of thing, his advice is likely to be at least somewhat helpful.
He saved out life multiple times now, and already seems to have at least a vague idea of what is going on with the bow. Might as well tell him. Given his supposed experience with this sort of thing, his advice is likely to be at least somewhat helpful.
- Location
- Seattle, Washington
- Pronouns
- He/Him
Glad to be back. If, for whatever reason, I decide to cease the quest I'll say as much.assume I'm busy/lazy if there's a long delay between updates.
- Location
- Seattle, Washington
- Pronouns
- He/Him
You both stop as you lean up against a nearby tree. You tell Jurgen about the bow, about finding it, and the ease with which you first used it. He asked for more details on the fight with the swamp troll as well as the incident with the orcs. He expressed a grimace when you brought up the wisps.
Jurgen's brow furrowed and he frowned. "Do you have any idea why they'd help you like that?"
You shrug "Not in particular, The spirits near my village were always pretty friendly with me. There was even this time that a wisp showed me a band of dancing nymphs."
He groans while cupping his face with his hands. "Dancing nymphs, Rose? I shouldn't be surprised at this point."
"What's that supposed to mean?!"
He continues unabated "and I always get the weird cases too. Can never have a normal student can I?"
"Jurgen?" you probe "What are you talking about?"
He sighs and shakes his head "Nothing to worry about Rose just forget I said anything. Now you haven't heard anything from this Den-Mother since then correct? was there anything else?"
"No I haven't and there is nothing else." You leave out the "deal" you had made with Sigri. It wasn't binding after all and no need to further stress Jurgen at this point. Besides, you can always tell him later.
Jurgen motions for you to continue moving. Another hour passes and the trees grow larger, there branches splitting the afternoon sun into brilliant streams of light. The forest floor is clear save for a few furns and the occasional log your vision extending as far as the trees allow. Somewhere in the distance a stream babbles and churns serenely.
"Beautiful isn't it?" Jurgen says quietly.
"Yes" you speak softly, reverently. You'd always felt at peace in the woods, more so now than before leaving home.
"The Church goers often wonder how people can worship the wilds and their spirits. How could one ignore the wonder of a stain glass mosaic, the sounds of a chorus, and the wonderful words of The Lady. " Jurgne pauses a moment "I won't say that they are wrong or mistaken, that they should give up their worship and return to The Old Ways as some would have it. Personally I find both sentiments rather close minded.
I find their halls of stone and glass to be to fake when compared to a scene such as this. They fear the forest too much to see the wonder in it. It keeps them from venturing into the woods for any reason; to step a few feet into the woods is considered fool-hardy." He chuckles at this "I exaggerate of course but my point remains."
He points to you "There are strange and wonderful things in the deep and forlorn places of the world, and many are deadly." He gestures to the bow "And that is one of them. My advice would be to throw away and forget it was ever there."
"Bu-"
He cuts you off "But you aren't going to listen to me." He grumbles "And I can respect that. You're not quite a adult yet, but you're old enough to make your own choices, and your own mistakes as well. Just be careful, and don't be afraid come to me for help if you need it."
You swallow dryly. You felt touched that he cared and respected you as well. "I. . . Thank you Jurgen, I appreciate it."
He nods "Well, enough lolygaging, we're burning daylight here and we've got a few hours left in till we get there." He smiles and the sets off, you follow a dozen feet behind.
The next few hours passed quietly, the sun dipped lower and lower into the sky shafts of light glowing gold as the lanced through the trees. Eventually you came across a clearing, a small fire-pit and a stack of wood. Glancing back you could see the sun beginning to set, casting the sky red and gold.
"Well here we are." He announces and sets to starting a fire. Sometime later, after you had both enjoyed a plain meal of salted jerky, Jurgen sets a pot of water to boil.
"So I'm sure you have some questions, but I'll explain first and try and cut them down first. Sound good?"
You respond "Yeah, sounds fine."
"Good. This is a ritual from my people, done when a child is ready to become an adult. It's not a coming of age ceremony though. That is something that's done rather differently and it wouldn't be right to share that with a outsider, nor am I authorized for that. No offense."
"None taken, but you can do this? And what is it anyways?"
"Rose, what'd I say about questions?" he says in mock annoyance. "Anyways, just trust me when I say that its perfectly acceptable to do this. Now as for what it is." He frowns "The best way to describe is a journey to find yourself, or at least who you aren't."
You raise a eyebrow. This whole thing was rather vague, but you refrain from speaking.
"What you'll do is follow that path in till you come to a oak tree by a pound, once there you'll" He removes a small pouch and passes it to you "Take this and place it in this cup and fill it with warm water. Let it sit for a minute or so then drink. Mediate as it takes effect and you will fall asleep. The concoction will help you reach your inner self and from there, well that's up to you.
Any questions?"
"Is this safe? And why?" you ask immediately.
"First, It should be. I have an arrangement with the spirit here. It will insure no harm comes to you while you slumber. Now if the bow is malevolent or the like it could be dangerous. Trying to fight something in your own spirit is a bad idea. Even if you win you'll lose as you end up damaging the very foundation of you in the fight.
As for the why. I don't know what, if anything, that bow may be doing. If its effecting you this may help you realize and if, gods-forbid, is intelligent" He exhales sharply" will allow you to commune with it, possibly.
Now, I'm not going to force you into this, if you want to refuse, against my advisement by the way, then you can. As I said I'd recommend going through with this.
Now, any questions?"
[ ] Refuse. You don't like the idea of this, and you can't help but shale the feeling that there's something more to this.
[ ] Accept. You trust Jurgen, and his advice has always been good, throwing the bow away notwithstanding. Aside from that he has always had your best interests in mind.
[ ] Ask a question(s)
- No limit to questions. Will use any and all questions provided.
[ ] Other. Is there anything else you want to bring up?
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I don't know why but I really like writing Jurgen. Anyways, that was a lot of dialog there, but hopefully it doesn't seem to bogged down. I'm still having a hard time with Rose though. I'm not sure how to write her exactly, I have some ideas but I keep feel like I'm overstepping and ignoring how you guys have been trying to characterize her and then I end up going to far in the other direction so she ends up feeling to bland and passive. I've said this before but I'll say it again, if you want to specify how Rose approaches a choice the put it in under the option. Feel free to put in her dialog, no promises I'll follow it verbatum but I'll follow the spirit of it.
As always let me know what you think in the comments.
Edit: Also I've given up, I'll cover the shopping after you guys finish this section with Jurgen here. And as I said, if there is anything in particular you guys are looking for say so so that I know to have it.
Jurgen's brow furrowed and he frowned. "Do you have any idea why they'd help you like that?"
You shrug "Not in particular, The spirits near my village were always pretty friendly with me. There was even this time that a wisp showed me a band of dancing nymphs."
He groans while cupping his face with his hands. "Dancing nymphs, Rose? I shouldn't be surprised at this point."
"What's that supposed to mean?!"
He continues unabated "and I always get the weird cases too. Can never have a normal student can I?"
"Jurgen?" you probe "What are you talking about?"
He sighs and shakes his head "Nothing to worry about Rose just forget I said anything. Now you haven't heard anything from this Den-Mother since then correct? was there anything else?"
"No I haven't and there is nothing else." You leave out the "deal" you had made with Sigri. It wasn't binding after all and no need to further stress Jurgen at this point. Besides, you can always tell him later.
Jurgen motions for you to continue moving. Another hour passes and the trees grow larger, there branches splitting the afternoon sun into brilliant streams of light. The forest floor is clear save for a few furns and the occasional log your vision extending as far as the trees allow. Somewhere in the distance a stream babbles and churns serenely.
"Beautiful isn't it?" Jurgen says quietly.
"Yes" you speak softly, reverently. You'd always felt at peace in the woods, more so now than before leaving home.
"The Church goers often wonder how people can worship the wilds and their spirits. How could one ignore the wonder of a stain glass mosaic, the sounds of a chorus, and the wonderful words of The Lady. " Jurgne pauses a moment "I won't say that they are wrong or mistaken, that they should give up their worship and return to The Old Ways as some would have it. Personally I find both sentiments rather close minded.
I find their halls of stone and glass to be to fake when compared to a scene such as this. They fear the forest too much to see the wonder in it. It keeps them from venturing into the woods for any reason; to step a few feet into the woods is considered fool-hardy." He chuckles at this "I exaggerate of course but my point remains."
He points to you "There are strange and wonderful things in the deep and forlorn places of the world, and many are deadly." He gestures to the bow "And that is one of them. My advice would be to throw away and forget it was ever there."
"Bu-"
He cuts you off "But you aren't going to listen to me." He grumbles "And I can respect that. You're not quite a adult yet, but you're old enough to make your own choices, and your own mistakes as well. Just be careful, and don't be afraid come to me for help if you need it."
You swallow dryly. You felt touched that he cared and respected you as well. "I. . . Thank you Jurgen, I appreciate it."
He nods "Well, enough lolygaging, we're burning daylight here and we've got a few hours left in till we get there." He smiles and the sets off, you follow a dozen feet behind.
The next few hours passed quietly, the sun dipped lower and lower into the sky shafts of light glowing gold as the lanced through the trees. Eventually you came across a clearing, a small fire-pit and a stack of wood. Glancing back you could see the sun beginning to set, casting the sky red and gold.
"Well here we are." He announces and sets to starting a fire. Sometime later, after you had both enjoyed a plain meal of salted jerky, Jurgen sets a pot of water to boil.
"So I'm sure you have some questions, but I'll explain first and try and cut them down first. Sound good?"
You respond "Yeah, sounds fine."
"Good. This is a ritual from my people, done when a child is ready to become an adult. It's not a coming of age ceremony though. That is something that's done rather differently and it wouldn't be right to share that with a outsider, nor am I authorized for that. No offense."
"None taken, but you can do this? And what is it anyways?"
"Rose, what'd I say about questions?" he says in mock annoyance. "Anyways, just trust me when I say that its perfectly acceptable to do this. Now as for what it is." He frowns "The best way to describe is a journey to find yourself, or at least who you aren't."
You raise a eyebrow. This whole thing was rather vague, but you refrain from speaking.
"What you'll do is follow that path in till you come to a oak tree by a pound, once there you'll" He removes a small pouch and passes it to you "Take this and place it in this cup and fill it with warm water. Let it sit for a minute or so then drink. Mediate as it takes effect and you will fall asleep. The concoction will help you reach your inner self and from there, well that's up to you.
Any questions?"
"Is this safe? And why?" you ask immediately.
"First, It should be. I have an arrangement with the spirit here. It will insure no harm comes to you while you slumber. Now if the bow is malevolent or the like it could be dangerous. Trying to fight something in your own spirit is a bad idea. Even if you win you'll lose as you end up damaging the very foundation of you in the fight.
As for the why. I don't know what, if anything, that bow may be doing. If its effecting you this may help you realize and if, gods-forbid, is intelligent" He exhales sharply" will allow you to commune with it, possibly.
Now, I'm not going to force you into this, if you want to refuse, against my advisement by the way, then you can. As I said I'd recommend going through with this.
Now, any questions?"
[ ] Refuse. You don't like the idea of this, and you can't help but shale the feeling that there's something more to this.
[ ] Accept. You trust Jurgen, and his advice has always been good, throwing the bow away notwithstanding. Aside from that he has always had your best interests in mind.
[ ] Ask a question(s)
- No limit to questions. Will use any and all questions provided.
[ ] Other. Is there anything else you want to bring up?
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I don't know why but I really like writing Jurgen. Anyways, that was a lot of dialog there, but hopefully it doesn't seem to bogged down. I'm still having a hard time with Rose though. I'm not sure how to write her exactly, I have some ideas but I keep feel like I'm overstepping and ignoring how you guys have been trying to characterize her and then I end up going to far in the other direction so she ends up feeling to bland and passive. I've said this before but I'll say it again, if you want to specify how Rose approaches a choice the put it in under the option. Feel free to put in her dialog, no promises I'll follow it verbatum but I'll follow the spirit of it.
As always let me know what you think in the comments.
Edit: Also I've given up, I'll cover the shopping after you guys finish this section with Jurgen here. And as I said, if there is anything in particular you guys are looking for say so so that I know to have it.
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[X] Accept. You trust Jurgen, and his advice has always been good, throwing the bow away notwithstanding. Aside from that he has always had your best interests in mind.
- Location
- Canada
[X] Accept. You trust Jurgen, and his advice has always been good, throwing the bow away notwithstanding. Aside from that he has always had your best interests in mind.