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 No.700690[Reply][Last 50 Posts]

It's happening!
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 No.702557

>>702555
"So, Copper Feel, eh? Good to know."

"So, now that we're all acquainted, i've gotta know: what's next? Once this is all over we just gonna go our separate ways?"

 No.702558

>>702556

"Right."

The android hides the proof of kill once more and readies himself to leave. On the way out he turns his head back, asking:

"And how much for guitar, outta curiosity? Not saying I'll buy it, but I will consider it."

After that he heads out for said district/hotel.

 No.703752

As you sit in the Crossroads bar together, it starts to dawn on you that you don't really have anywhere to go from here. Although you're back in civilization, you're almost as stranded right now as you were on the tropical planet. There's sure to be someone hiring for work here on Capriast.

>>702558
"Hm? That old thing?" He checks his datapad. "Eh. It's old. I'll leave it at 75, and that's a lowball."

It doesn't take you long to orient yourself and arrive at the Triton Hotel, a luxurious looking building in an upmarket part of town. The exterior is a metallic peachy sort of hue, while the same color is present in the interior, with fancy black wooden panelling and furniture littered about the lobby. Holographic screens line the walls, keeping a log of which rooms are available as well as broadcasting local news. Behind a fancy looking desk is a mare wearing a high tech transparent visor and matching glove, which she is seemingly using to sort through some files projected in a VR scenario. She is swiping her hoof to and fro as if rummaging through a cabinet. She doesn't seem to have noticed you yet.

 No.703753

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>>703752
>>702557

"Well, depends on where the party is next, I suppose. Backstage tour around the galaxy would be fuckin' sick, but don't know if the 'ling's looking for roadies."
>>702549
Copper says, looking over to Glitter,

"Do I need to have prior knowledge of your discography? I'm no superfan but you saw how those hyper nerds acted before. Maybe it's for the best"

She laughs.

 No.703754

>>703753
"Oh, they act that way to almost any idol they really like," she replies with a slight laugh.
"Though having some risque songs to help sales can also have something to do with it. But yeah, nah, you don't need to know all my songs."



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 No.703565

>>703560
Both of the goo clones take the orbs, and show no fear when doing so.
>"If it comes to pass, so be it."
>>"As long as we took some bastards down with us," Trapper says with a smirk.
>"We won't be defeated. We trust Flow to give it his all."

 No.703566

>>703562
>>703561
>>703564
Flaming looks out below as she sees Amy and LJ both volunteer their services, feeling herself blush a little bit when she sees LJ rush up the stairs to catch her. She takes a deep breath, grabbing on tight to the rope as she eyes the two targets. "Alright… get ready, here I come!" She steels her nerves, and makes a running leap towards the 60m drop with her heart pounding as she grabs hold of the rope, preparing to swing like a jungle-pony

[1d10+1] to https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MwHWbsvgQUE

Roll #1 5 + 1 = 6

 No.703567

>>703563
>>703564
>>703565
The visions fade as you accept the orbs, and they dissolve into mist, mingling with your souls. You are brought back to the room where the king is inspecting the stone artifacts.

>Choose one Aspect from the Sphere of Dark, and then choose 1 level 1 skill and 1 level 2 skill from that Aspect.


>>703566
As you leap, you feel yourself coming up a bit short toward the railing, and just before the panic of falling can set in, LJ leans out and grabs you, princess style, and you see him straining with his back legs to hold onto the railing as they're pressed up against it. He strains and pulls himself back, slipping you out of the rope and back onto solid ground.

>>703562
>>703564
You both see that the Anomaly now lies dormant, but is still there, floating in the air. However, it's not doing anything. The bird in the nearby nest looks up as the coast is clear, then looks down at the nest, where you hear a very faint peeping.

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 No.703568

>>703566

Amy tosses a potion at Flaming as she falls. [1d10+3]

Roll #1 10 + 3 = 13

 No.703569

>>703568
Flaming catches it as LJ catches her, and the potion is so good that it can last and be used later as a free action.



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Hermodur, Norvegicus, Rabi, Silver and Zunden have traveled to the cruel, unforgiving expanse known as the Shifting Sands with their companion Violet. On the way, they became allies with the monks of the Lunar Monastery after helping them solve a murder case. The culprit, a bat pony mare named Aurora d'Arbanville, has also joined the party on their travels.

Back in the Dominion, Hermodur has had visions of Ailuros' continued campaign. Against her normal wishes, the would-be princess has contracted a Fire Witch, members of a sect of Celestia that are known for their prophetic powers. Ailuros is using the Fire Witch's abilities to routinely check on Hermodur. Hermodur himself has also encountered a Fire Witch called Fever Ray, who suggested trying dragonfire to transmit messages out of the Echoes.

Meanwhile, Zunden encountered a crippled mare called Dawn, who was under the care of the monks, who was found by them under bizarre circumstances. She soon found that this was the same Dawn whose ruined journal they had found at the start of their travels, although she was unfortunately not able to say much to Zunden before passing out. However, her most grevious wounds have been healed, and she will recover in time, although it is unlikely she will be able to see well again.

The Shifting Sands have proven themselves as deadly and treacherous as their reputation. A vast expanse of crimson sand, the Sands are populated by all manner of monstrous creatures, such as the predatory Terreocti or the elusive but deadly Bone Shambler, and the few that live there have been driven to madness and desperation by the desert. To make things worse, the party have discovered that the desert itself is alive, comprised of millions and millions of tiny treasure-loving insects masquerading as grains of sand.

Not all is despair, however. The party have not only grown in number with the addition of Aurora, but also made the acquaintance of a pair of traveling merchants, Rosen and Gilder, from who they acquired clothes for their journey as well as a disparity of magical trinkets. After having claimed water supplies from a reaver camp nearby, the party stand poised to embark on a long and arduous stretch of their journey traversing a vast salt flat. Beyond lies the center of the desert where Violet has heard great treasures can be found in forgotten ruins, as well as the heart of the Shifting Sands: an immense spire known as the Hive.

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 No.701717

>>701716
I would if I could, cat. I take a step up to the stairs and stop at the edge. "You're sane enough to talk to me. Good. I can't just leave you alone. You're hurt. And not hurt by just anything. Those are rat bites. They're going to get infected and even though I keep them groomed you're still at a pretty high risk for rat bite fever." I sit on the edge of the stairs, a bit away from him. "If I left you'd probably die. I have a friend who's a doctor-" I pause. "Uh… sorta. Two of them, actually. I can't do anything myself, but I'm sure they'll help you if I ask."

 No.701718

>>701717
"Lemme die," he mumbles, lying down on his side. He tries to pull himself up, but doesn't have the strength to. "I'll kill you…"

 No.701719

>>701718
I sigh and rub the back of my neck, deep in thought. "Shit. I was going to visit the alchemist anyway. Maybe he can do something if you don't want help from my friends." I look him over, trying to assess his size and weight. "I'm going to have to carry you, aren't I? You'd really rather die? Because let me tell you what'll happen if you don't bleed out. Your wounds will fester if left untreated. Every one of them. They'll yellow, and crust over with putrid pus. You'll be leaking fluid out of your neck. Of your arm. Hell, it'll probably hurt just to wear clothes because of those scratches and bites I'm sure you have on your chest. If you're lucky you'll bleed out, but I've…" I sigh again. "I've seen someone live through worse, so I can't see you bleeding out. Not from those wounds. What I can see is those wounds going septic. If you do contract rat bite fever you'll be vomiting and shitting yourself the whole time, but the good news is you'll die faster because you'll dehydrate." I scoot a step closer and fold my arms in front of me. "So if you ask me again I'll leave you to die. But is that really what you want?"

 No.701720

>>701719
His head reels as you go into the gruesome details. "I don't care anymore," he slurs. "Do what you want. 'S not worth it… 'S not…" He drifts off and stares into space before slumping over, passing out from the exertion.

 No.701728

>>701720
I study him for a moment. He genuinely sounds like he's ready to give up. I can't be surprised, considering where I am. I've had times like that. Times that seemed like nothing mattered. That giving up was the best option for both me and the people who were unlucky enough to have to look at me. My side aches from the cuts, and for a moment I actually consider just leaving him there to rot. At the same time, though, I realize that I couldn't live with myself if I did. I sigh again, stand up, and close my cage. Crouching down, I grab onto his forearm and hoist it over my neck, hoping I'm actually strong enough to at least partially drag him along with me and hold onto my cage at the same time. Goddesses this is going to be a pain.

[1d10]

After picking him up I continue toward Carnifex's, realizing that even if he can help heal him up he probably won't do it for free. I can already feel my barely scraped up winnings aching in my pockets.

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You've returned safely and unscathed from the nightmarish well. A good meal and sound sleep later, you feel yourself ready for more adventure.

Twinklebreeze mentioned he had another potential location for an artefact. Such an artefact would be enough to get you at least 500 bits after Twinklebreeze's finder's commission. Combined with your reward for the Moondial, that's enough to fund the airship construction!

It's a grey and dreary morning. The ground is still damp and wet from last night's terrible stormy weather.
As you fly outside the inn towards Ribbon's bed in the barn, you notice a Breezie once again wearing a Tinker uniform. This Breezie wears a peculiar hat with lights going on in and off in different patterns. He has short white hair and white short beard. His coat is blue.
Ribbon seems to have noticed the breezie already and is eying him suspiciously.
The Breezie turns and flies to you both as you go outside.
"Observation." He announces quite dramatically. "You are…" he gets out two little cards "Pattern Pitch and….Fairweather."
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 No.701300

>>701298
>>701294
"This is a [curse sealing vessel]. We can have it examined when we go back to see the witch breezies, or maybe we can puzzle over it to pass the time on the road. Either way, let's deal with it later."

 No.701301

>>701300
Say your goodbyes and go back on the road?

 No.701302

>>701301
Sounds good! We'll sell off the amulet, get our airship parts, and put it together for a few days before we meet back up with Oomar. That's the plan, anyway.

 No.701304

>>701300
>>701301
"Are you sure we shouldn't look around for a key? Or maybe we can look when we come back?"

 No.701306

As you leave the tree again and start the long journey back home, you notice the deer you met a few days ago at the edge of the devastation. It nods its head in thanks before disappearing again.
Armed with the artifacts you finally will have to acquire the parts for the airship.
Not only that, you have made new allies and enemies who will join your journey.
And many questions remain…what is in the black box, what was the witch breezie planning, will the zebra fit into the Hollow

Only time will tell…



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 No.696652[Reply][Last 50 Posts]

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 No.701419

>>701417
She nods. For the first time in years if not decades she's faced with something she doesn't understand. Her mind reels a little as she gazes at the golden orb, curiously pulling it in two then putting it back together. "This… This is a wondrous thing. Thank you, visitor. I shall not let it go to waste."

>>701418
"Don't ask. Please."

 No.701420

>>701417

For a moment, Cutlass considers just washing her hooves of the whole alien thing. This has to be some sort of hoax. But, she can't help herself.

"J-just a piece of advice," she says, trying to gain some composure. "Ponies aren't really used to hearing that there's life on other planets. Nothing on this world, really. I don't know if you're some pony joking around or not, but you should probably not claim to be from space."

 No.701421

>>701417
"Oh… Oh! Fascinating! Your home must be truly spectacular! Is it far from here?"

 No.701422

>>701417
"Even still, this is pretty cool to me! I mean, this giant metal thing flies? I still sit and wonder how the metals ones stay floating in water, nevermind flying!" She has a look of wonder and amazement in her eyes.

 No.701423

>>701418
He ignores you.

>>701419
He nods and has a dizzy, involuntary kind of swoon. "Ah, one last favor? Can ya fetch me some water and some greens? I been on that rock a mighty long time."

>>701420
"Ya nah, don't worry, I'll cause no stir, least of all on ya ship."

But the effect seems to have taken place, and both pirate crews are surely creeped out by him.

>>701421
"Far enough that it took a pretty penny to get here. But, I cannot tell ya more. It's illegal, ya know," he says.

>>701422
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 No.687100[Reply][Last 50 Posts]

Temporary thread for Soul Quest this evening / any future instances where we can't play on our normal site, post your sheets for the 9th session of Soul Quest
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 No.698189

>>698185
"Hello…" I reply, taken off guard by the construct's amicable tone. "Well uh, you know what they say… Be a fast machine. Keep your motor clean…"

"Yeah, it's a new manufacturing line. Reboot of an old design."

>>698186
"Say, you wouldn't know who that is, would you?" I indicate the mare to Piston with some subtlety.

 No.698190

>>698185
Alexis tries to think of a response, some witty reassurance, but coming up with nothing just says.

"I can't."

 No.698191

>>698185
Pain clutches his chest as Bal'boa gestures towards him, exasperatedly letting his head fall to the table and closing his eyes, sticking out his tongue pantomiming dying. As Dead Tom speaks him, he jumps to attention and smirks towards Bal'boa, then turning to Tom.

"Tom the only grudge I'd hold towards you is if you didn't fight with your all. I won't hold back as well, but if you defeat me, you'll have my graces and my best wishes in towards winning the tournament."

Pain says, wiping the goofy expression from taunting Bal'boa off his face and looking sternly at Tom in the eye sockets,

"I hope you won't hold it against me that I'll give my all as well."

 No.698192

>>698187
Lila smiles, "That's good! I'm glad to hear that you're good. I'm good too! Been having a LOT of fun around here, normally m'lord doesn't let me do anything this fun for this long but since we're having a one on one fight, I don't think he'd mind if I spent time saying hello myself!"

As you comment about if you're supposed to be nice to each other, she frowns, sitting cross-legged in the air as she flutters. "Oh… I guess that's a good point. I'm not sure if we're supposed to be nice to each other right before a fight either, I guess that does seem a little weird…" she turns her head, "Well, m'lord says appearances are important, and it's better for someone to think you're nice than mean, so… I think it's alright." She chuckles. "You're nice too. I wouldn't like to fight either but, it's a fighting tournament!" She shrugs, "What can you do?"

>>698190
Lachoc chuckles, "Hehe… well, can't say it wasn't worth a shot." He cricks his neck a little, stretching out his limbs. "Guess I'll just have to give it my all then and hope it doesn't come up too short. Guess I have to admit, I'm MUCH more glad to be up against you than some of these other bruisers out there…" he pauses, "Oh, heh, not to make you sound like you're weak or anything just, you know, less likely to leave this ol' ram a pasty pancake than that Bal'boa guy."

>>698189
Piston sounds a metallic-sounding laugh.
>"Can't say I heard that one, but it's not bad."
He nods his head in approval as you mention it's a reboot.
>"Ah, must be falling behind on my model catalog, don't recognize it. So much new Tech being developed these days even I have trouble keeping up with it all."

As you ask him about the copper mare, the machine looks between you and her repeatedly, seemingly caught of guard.
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 No.698193

>>698192
>>698191
Bal'boa snarls out the sides of his mouth as you mock him from afar, pushing himself towards your direction before his manager gets in the way, mumbling to him about saving his energy for the fight as he prevents an early confrontation and pushes him to the side.

Tom looks to you as you get serious, and bows his head. "No, of course I wouldn't hold a grudge against you. The only person I'd blame for my failure is myself. I will fight however hard I must in order to win, but you will have my best wishes as well should you succeed. I look forward to an excellent match, my friend… and let neither of us hold anything back."

He holds up a hoof, "If I may, I would ask an arrangement: should you win our duel, I will tell you everything I know of Bal'boa from my confrontation with him last evening. And should you win, I would ask if your manager might share anything he sees in 'his' fight while the two of us are ore-occupied."

>>698191
>>698190
>>698189
>>698187
As all of you converse with your opponents, you hear a call cry out from Viola once more as she raises her hoof.

"If you are all quite ready, it is time to begin the first round of the Finals! Please, pair yourself up with your designated opponent, and follow behind me as I lead you all to the first fighting grounds. All non-combatants, you will be escorted to the spectators' section to be part of the crowd."
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 No.693608[Reply][Last 50 Posts]

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 No.698761

>>698757
>"That was crazy, we're not even at the pyramid yet! Is there anyway we could speed this up a little?"
KP asks, keeping a cautious eye out for any other threats.
>Perception [1d10]

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 No.698762

>>698761
"That depends, are you afraid of heights? And can you swim?" She says, pointing down the edge of the slope leading down from the top of the waterfall, towards the LOOOOONG drop leading down to where it leads back into a river at the bottom going to the temple.

 No.698763

>>698757
Shei-Sher is at a loss of words for a moment and he thinks his next response very carefully. Shei-Sher kneels before King Linias "Then allow me to serve this kingdom one last time. I am not a sheep, I am a goat and though our genealogy is stretched there is kinship between us, as I had learned when I once traveled with Prince Novelus. The Tablet is yours, but when you do open the Vault, let me appraise the items for you."

Shei-Sher puts his hoof forward, in it is Pupil. "This eye was from the omni-fuel that generated from Y'dryth's ember in the seat of Vadahara. It has a divine connection with Y'dryth's memory as far as I can tell. Please hold it in your hoof and look at me. Tell me what you see."

 No.698764

>>698757
"There still remains a few days before this expedition starts, we have time to see what lies below there. Not to impose, but what if the records do not detail what lies in there because any information was kept inside the vault as well to not be temptations for invaders? Zha has remained calm and protected even in this demon-world until the invasion the other day. I ask that the vault could be examined at least, before a decision is made."

 No.698765

>>698759
>>698760
>>698761
The creature runs away in a fit. The nail beast can see and smell that there are other monsters like it lurking among the shadows, as can Flaming and KP. But the monsters do not pursue you, and instead slink away into the shadows.
"Right, let's put in some distance before they attack again!" Blessings shouts, whipping the Rumblers into extra quickness. The lizards pull the cart forward, swiftly putting a geat distance between you and those monsters.

After a little while, the winding path through the hill comes to an end and gradually flattens out, delivering you again into the thick and overgrown forest and away from the clutches of beasts for now. The temple of Slipper looms a short distance beyond, with the air pleasantly cool and damp, with the thundrous rhythm of the mighty river in your ears. You forage onward in the cart unto the massive temple, making out the outline and intricate design of an ancient set of doors in the outer walls.

>>698763
>>698764
"Enough," the King says, refusing Pupil. "I have heard all too much about this device from my son's account of his travels. I will not allow either of you into the Vault; we have had to bend our traditions copiously out of necessity in these past months, but the sacredness of that ancient earth, you will not enter. Give me the other tablet, and I shall have the royal geomancers make a new magatama from them and inspect what lies below. In the meantime, stay here with Prince Novelus."
In a rare moment of levity, the King cracks a stern smile. "After all, the lamb doesn't shut up about either of you."

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Hermodur, Zunden, Rabi, Silver Song and Norvegicus have been exiled to the world known as the Echoes. Upon exploring their initial surroundings, they found an old diary belonging to someone called Dawn, and later met a fellow exile called Violet Moon, who had found a strange brick cylinder in a boat that had washed ashore nearby. Violet has so far been acting as their guide through the Echoes, and they are accompanying her on a quest to a far off desert called the Shifting Sands. According to Violet, an inscription she found in the tomb of an ancient king has led her to believe they will find something of great value in the center of the desert.

While staying in the small settlement of Ironbrook, the party ran into a notorious bandit gang called the Bloody Mummers, having gotten into a barfight with some of their members. This led to them taking a long path around so as to avoid the Mummers' attention, leading them into a treacherous stretch of swamp known as Durenwol. There they met the sorcerer Black Pudding, who had apparently had dealings with Violet in the past. Pudding promised to aid them in return for their service, asking them to bring him parts of a terrible beast called the Berrengaith.

The party agreed to this and ventured into the Rotten Wood, eventually coming across the beast. However, they soon found that there was more to it than they'd anticipated: the Berrengaith is host to a swamp spirit, which used to have dominion over Durenwol until it was overthrown by Pudding and trapped inside a monstrous boar. They were offered the choice of either slaying it now or gathering the required items to free it: a black lily from the Dreaming Spring, the eyes of a deer, and the skull of its former body, which is in the possession of Black Pudding. The party have not agreed to either choice yet, but as a sign of good faith the swamp spirit let them take the blood and teeth that Pudding had asked for; in return, they received a slew of items that will aid them on their journey. Upon returning to Violet, they also discovered that the loss of her eye was due to Pudding having taken it from her, after she tried to take the skull herself.

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 No.697992

>>697991
Zunden frowns, but nods,

"Perhapz, perhapz… But again, fate iz a ztrange zhing. It iz not healzhy to dwell on what ze pazt could be. Ze pazt is zet on ztone, it iz our futurez zhat are fluid. Zhere iz zertainly zomezhing for you in ze future, I azzure you,"

She smiles again,

"And I'll keep working to make zure you make it zhere. I won't have pazzing on my watch."

 No.697993

>>697990
>>697989

"Companionship aside, you serve a valuable function simply by being there in a fight and not dying. It sounds cruel, but providing an extra body to withstand the blows of the enemy is a phenomenally important service. It's why I think it was foolish of us to split up. You saw how poorly that fight went when we had less bodies to get hit. We were hit more, and it was almost too much for us. We would surely die without you being there."

>>697989

Hermodur laughs. "Easy? See, this is exactly why I think you should hear more stories like this. I don't think anyone has ever had an easy time of it."

Hermodur sighs. "I was… young. Sixteen years old, I suppose? Somewhere around there. Maybe a little younger. I was working in a tavern at the time. I moved jobs frequently. Few people in Abyssinia could suffer the presence of a felid for long. I don't know if you are aware, but we have a stigma for being… swindlers, to put it lightly."

"Somebody had stolen something from the tavern. Nothing new. I was blame, of course. Nothing new. But, this time, it seemed it was something of greater value. I know not what it was, but it made the tavern owner get the authorities involved. They were coming for me, and I know how that story goes. So, I fled."

"I didn't get far before they caught up with me. I was cornered in an alley, pony guardsmen on either side blocking any exit. I only had one option left: climb the walls. So, I tried. Thanks to these claws," he says, exposing them proudly, "I could have gotten away. But, they were too quick. They pulled me down from the wall violently. I hit my head… I became dizzy."

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 No.697994

>>697992
I manage a small smile. "Thanks."

>>697993
I pause for a second, debating on if I should even mention not going into the camp with everyone else. I decide I may as well. 'Actually I didn't. I was outside the camp the whole time. That's where I was attacked."

I sit back and quietly listen to Hermodur's story. I cringe as it develops, wanting to say something but not knowing what to say. Now I think I know why he holds Ailuros in such high regard, though. "I think," I say. "I think I understand you a little better now…"

I sigh and roll back over onto my back again. "I don't want to look for it, but it's hard not to when people keep telling you that it's all but inevitable. It's like every time I turn my back I'm scared I'll end up in a life or death situation with someone and be forced to do it. I don't want to think about it as much as I do. I want to think that we're all just products of our situation, and if given the chance to change we will. But it's like everything that happens is trying to do its best to change that, and the more I deal with others the more naive I feel for wanting to give everyone a chance."

 No.697995

>>697994

Hermodur bursts out into laughter again. "I often think I'm the most straightforward person possible. But, I suppose I can be hard to understand. If only you could have the opportunity to meet Ailuros. You'd understand completely," he speaks with such adoration and whimsy in his voice.

"All of my wisdom is hers. She has taught me all I know. And, you're right. We are a product of our situations. People DO deserve a chance. But, as I said before to Silver. We don't always have that privilege."

"I asked her once: how do we gain that privilege. She told me through power. If you have the strength to impose your will and the endurance to withstand the consequences, then you can gain control of any situation. Then, you have the privilege of mercy."

"Each time I kill, it is a result of my own weakness. And, it reflects poorly on Ailuros. In her divinity, she has infinite privilege for mercy. Of course, not all will accept it, that is something you must always be ready for as well."

Hermodur looks to Norv with a stern expression. "Norvegicus, if you wish to have the privilege of showing others mercy, then you must first get stronger. Get strong enough that you can control any situation. Then, no one will ever have to die."

 No.697996

>>697995
"I think maybe that's why it's hard to understand. The straightforwardness. It's refreshing, but it makes me… Well, it makes me a little uncomfortable."

I think hard as Hermodur continues. Resorting to killing is a sign of weakness. Get stronger and nobody has to die. That's what I'd thought before. Even if I had to stoop lower to do it. "Yeah," I say. "I guess that makes sense. How to actually do it is the problem." I sigh. "Still. It's another thing to think about. Almost makes me miss when what I was going to eat was the only thing I had to worry about."



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Some people live in their old ways, set in how keeping to tradition is why things kept for so long.

Some people are quick to embrace the new and unknown, convinced that evolution is all that matters.

Some people have abandoned reason as they watched their world ripped asunder and smash into realities thought to be only in the imagination.

Exceptional people of these beliefs have dealt with their realm bleeding into others by fast becoming saviors, diplomats, leaders, caretakers, salvagers, scavengers, conquering heroes or scheming villains. Throughout the world, every expanding inch of it, opportunities are popping up for these exceptional people to prove themselves; for profit or charity…

Somewhere in a great underground dungeon made of steel and glass are some of these people who are quickly meeting back-to-back as they face tribals carrying spears and blugeons from all directions!
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 No.697432

>>697429
You heal yourself enough that the pain becomes a slight stinging. The humanoid is gone from this place. 4/5 Hits

>>697430
You hear the thing quickly going on all fours towards the West hallway, it will be there next turn!

 No.697434

>>697429
"My mistake dear."

 No.697435

>>697430
"Wait, hey, who are you?"

 No.697436

>>697432
I get a little annoyed at the thing fleeing, and decide to check this room for valuable things instead. '1d10'

Roll #1 4 = 4

 No.697437

>>697432
I'll quickly move back to the western door. Torch-first.
>>697435
"Questions can wait until after this thing is dead."



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Old thread: >>688329
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 No.696930

>>696928
"I'm beginning to actually think that…." Veta thinks over what Teal says about weapons and such.
"Well, maybe, I guess. Though I don't think my sweet-talking has been all that great. It just got me punched in the face a lot, last time I checked."

 No.696931

>>696929
"Aye, which is why i need t'find some better way o'holdin me own. Ye can't rely on the crew fer everythin, need t'be strong enough t'handle a brawl by meself, ideally."

 No.696932

>>696930

"Mmm… you know, usually, I'd just propose us girls doing some good ol' shopping. Helps lift the spirit, for sure. I'm down for it if you are. However, given the circumstances, I think I have an even better idea. See, it actually ties to what I've mentioned to Risky about getting the VR persona swapped. A certain archetype caught my eye that I've been meaning to try out eventually ever since. That is, a hardlight construct manipulator. Meaning, in a VR simulation, me and the party I'm in wouldn't be limited to the weapons we choose at the beginning. I plan to try out a lotta positions outta my tech wishlist. If you're not sure what do you -exactly- want right from the get go, I can get you a ton of nice stuff to try out. From cryoblasters, to incendiary grenade launchers, to portable siege lasers. You'll be able to take your time seeing what suits your style and once you decide, we'll simply track it down and buy it here in the city. What do you say?"

 No.696933

>>696932
Veta just stares at Teal, blinking as she tries to make sense over everything she was just saying. As she keeps talking, Veta puts her head back down on the counter and rubs her head where she feels it hurt the most. When the question came, Veta just gave a thumbs up, not sure what to say nor what the hell she just explained to her.

 No.696934

>>696931

"Ah, I reckon you just need a change of perspective, Risky. Gotta go back to the roots to see anew, if you know what I'm saying. That or, eh, just gotta get us together on a few more missions. Order some, blast others, the usual. We're still relatively fresh. We'll fine in no time. And this VR tournament is just what I feel we're in need of now.."

>>696933

Teal scrunches.
But she goes with it.



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