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 No.341853[Reply]

Basics:
Simply put the number of dice you would like to roll followed by a "d" and then add how many sides you want each die to have. Post rolling requires this in 'quotes' or [Square brackets], and nothing is needed for email rolls.

Email Field Rolling:
You can roll one set of dice from the email field
i.e.
2d20 in the email field will roll 2 20 sided dice

In Post Rolling:
You can roll up to 5 sets of dice from the post field, each set of dice can contain a different number of dice and a different number of sides.
Rolls can be placed anywhere in the post, they must be put in single 'quotes' or [Square brackets]. You can roll up to 6 sets of dice total
i.e.
'3d30' will roll 3 30 sided dice.
[5d10] will roll 5 10 sided dice.

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 No.748857[Reply][Last 50 Posts]

>Iron King Ischyros, the Far-Seeking, sets down the First Report with a long and relieved sigh, though his brow is knit with worry. "To think, that a lead might be uncovered so early…"
>"Temper your optimism, sire," Mabin, his right-hand diamond dog, says, looking over the edge of his copy of the Report. "Our opponents are hardly the type to leave such a fortuitous opening for their foes unintentionally."
>"Regardless, it is a lead," the King replies. "And I wasn't crowned King before I'd scurried my way through my share of mousetraps. Tell the Magister to guard that young bird's life with her body, mind and soul."
>"What of his rescuers?" Mabin asks, extinguishing his cigarette butt.
>"Ah, yes. Have her compile a section on them with each report from now on."
>Sister Root enters the meeting-chamber, carrying a tray of coffee, sugar and Mabin's favorite cigarettes on her back.

Last time, inside the Castle of Silence…

The expedition team successfully recovered Green, a young and emotionally-scarred Vola, who hid in a mall security room on L-8 F-7 after surviving the Dreaded Ones' breach of Agatecastle. He was immediately classified by Magister Colonnade Reprise as a Priority 2 Person of Interest, which set him on the level of witnesses to crimes, high-level info brokers, and traitors, within Ironcastle's hierarchy of criminal investigation. His designation as such came about from the very fact that he witnessed Agatecastle's fall – which, according to prior mission intelligence, occurred thousands of years ago. Green, on the other hand, claimed it occurred only one year prior.

The Magister and Knight-Brother Mountain attempted to steal away Green into a separate decontamination room, but the expedition team intervened, insisting on their presence there to help keep Green calm after his traumas. The Magister and Knight-Brother agreed, and conducted the decontamination in the presence of Huitlapan, Conflagration, Firmgold and Cautaa. During the process, the Magister intensely questioned Green not on the fate of Agatecastle, but on a particular mural near his hideout, which depicted a beach, just on the verge of the Dark Hours, when the ceiling-panels turned a nostalgic shade of pink and orange. When Green answered thPost too long. Click here to view the full text.
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 No.751131

>>751128
"Ah, wonderful! Can we expect a peaceful relocation? I'm sure there's plenty of space further along this maintenance path, no offense intended to this serene corridor."

 No.751132

>>751128
Can you learn another language in one sitting? Dhampir asks. Alright, let them know they should be good to move now. Drop her into the floor and let's go.

>>751125
>>751127
>>751128
>>751129
Cautaa and Huitlapan tense as the mermare raises one of her arms again… but she rotates it in a small circle, making the universal gesture for "Hurry up, would you?"
"D-don't get an attitude with us!" Huitlapan exclaims, suddenly aghast. "We were just discussing your fate."

>Paused

 No.751133

>>751132
I look at Steadfast and nod for him to lower her and step back.

 No.751134

>>751132
You can literally plug into her brain you sarcastic slimeball. How hard would it to be to like… make her understandable?

 No.751135

>Addendum

>>751134
It's not like I'm one of those universal connector cables you guys use. My bond with you is something different, something not so easily replicable. I spoke with her, but that's about it. But, I can still interpret for her, even from afar.

>>751133
The Shikkaku flops into the floor, then rights herself, glancing back up at you for a moment… before sinking back down.
"Somehow I don't think we've seen the last of her," Cautaa ominously notes.
"Wishful thinking?" Huitlapan jokes.
"Oh, I knew you wanted to go there," Cautaa retorts. "It was written all over your face."


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 No.750229[Reply][Last 50 Posts]

>Last time, on HolyQuest…

>Amy, Cloak, Pryce

Salt maintains her steady and judgmental glare, even as you respond. "Finally… it seems that you get it. In the end, one Will shall prevail above the others; it is those who do not conquer, who shall be subsumed. Know that all those who enter Tartarus must understand this. And if they do not, then rest assured that they will."

Ignoring Amy's other question, Salt nods. "See to it that you pass along my question to those other members of your small army. Not for my satisfaction, but for their hope of survival."

Like Sulfur before her, Salt is engulfed in a small and dense cloud of gaseous salt, and then vanishes.

>Shei
Gadds slowly turns his head your way as you make more suggestions. "…How about we take the 'expected' way down."
"Yeah," Busta says. "The Sons of God would have probably taken extra care to put up obstacles against demons that could just phase through walls and bypass all their more conventional traps and impediments. Whatever those things were, they won't be the last ones we face if we try that again."

>Flaming
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 No.751059

>>751053
Steering the entity is no small feat, and you strain every bit of your muscles to try to steer its momentum back toward the dwindling lights, until at last you come in sight of them.

The sight is abhorrent – Gadriel is wounded, his subtle body marred by slashes and gashes, but Busta is far worse, covered with deep wounds, bearing by far the uglier injuries. He covers Gadriel with his body, holding him tight in a protective embrace. Swirling currents of light and magical wind surround them, and outside of that, swim grotesque, hateful faces, if you can even call them that, misshapen, deformed, all made of resounding vibrations of corrupt energies. Hundreds of them, from the size of gnats, to that of giants, whirl around Busta and Gadriel, waiting their chance for when the protections fail…

"Shei!" Gadriel calls as he sees you. "Busta's not responding!"

[1d10+3] Heal

>>751057
"Know? I taught their recruits how to be small, how to be subtle, how to be as tricky as a mouse, and to cooperate like one," the stonecat retorts. "Though, I was a late comer. Soon after I was animated, the traitor, Lady Athena, emerged from Tartarus, coated in the blood of her fallen armies… soon after, Princess Wineberry dissolved what little remained of the Sons of God, and formed the Bene Elohim, seeking to remake her mother's ancient jihad. Prr-hrr-hrr, I got lost in my tangent. This Firmament must have been a later contrivance. You won't solve the issue just sealing it away, as the Sons learned the hard way."

>>751056
>>751055
>>751058
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 No.751060

>>751059

Amy heads north. "I wonder if this is like… Mercury's secret garden, or something. Hey, Mercury! We're in your garden!" Amy announces loudly.

She heads north, sniffing around for anything. [1d10]

Roll #1 5 = 5

 No.751061

>>751059
Shei directs the subterranean whale to feed on the qlipphoth in one direction away from him and his two friends so they aren't harmed.

Shei-Sher then hops off the whale descending to Gadd's and Busta's level. Without sparring a moment to talk Shei-Sher exercises his domain over the qlipphoth.
>control
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Roll #1 7 + 1 = 8

 No.751062

>>751059
Pryce hums in thought as his spell has no effect on the plants.
"I can't tell if if these are dangerous or not. If this was not meant to be in the labyrinth, or an intended path for any invaders, it's hard to tell what anything here could do. To be safe, let's not disturb any of the plant-life."
>"They all look so nice though, I wish we could bring one back."
"…We can examine more when we found a way out."

As Amy goes off towards the north, Pryce looks to Zjetya and River.
"River, Zjetya, lean in close."

 No.751063

>>751059
"Why didn't you teach them to be as tricky as a cat?" She asks the stone feline, snickering at the odd choice of words. As he explains the circumstances that came about after his creation, she nods as she takes in the new information.

As the subject turns to the Firmament, she sighs. "I agree. That's not what we're setting out to do, not unless it's a last resort. Sealing the demons away just made more problems when they inevitably came back, and honestly not all the demons are so bad I think I'd want them sealed away. But the ones that ARE that bad are going to keep destroying and killing innocent people and places unless we do something."

She smiles, "You know, if you taught a bunch of the Sons of God, we could really use your help. Have you ever been to Tartarus itself?"


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The party have continued their journey, continuing due south towards the perilous Isle of Glass. On their adventures, they have sought out the sorcerer Black Pudding, rescuing him from the clutches of the false Oneiromancer Malverlain. They have since learned that Pudding has apparently destroyed the Beldam, eliminating a potential ally of theirs. He has offered to join them in their travels, at least for a time. Since then, the party have ventured due south, to the pirate town of Broome, their final stop before continuing onward. Here, they have stopped to rest, recover, and resupply for the battle to come…
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 No.750955

>>750953
"Something else? You don't suppose the oniromancer has a hoof in this, do you?"

>>750952
"Oh not to worry, Aurora! Between our magic, our potions and our skill, i dare say we'll all see this through to the end!"

Raising my own glass, i help Violet with a toast of my own.

"To the battle ahead! May we finish this here and see the end of lysander's plotting!"

 No.750956

>>750952
"To whatever our fate may be." Zunden holds up a glass.

 No.750957

>>750955
>>750952
"I'm not really sure. We were, ah… it's like we were somewhere that was halfway her location, halfway mine. Maybe it's the Oneiromancer, or maybe it's just something else. Not too sure."

 No.750958

>>750952
I raise my glass. "And to, when we screw up, screwing up in the best way possible." And to Lysander's head, I don't add.

 No.750959

>>750953
"Elsewhere," Dawn muses, looking pensive. "Like in a world between worlds…"

"Definitely sounds like something or someone was interfering. And I don't think it's the Oneiromancer." Marisol looks dark. "Grosvenor had an interest in all sorts of magics. It wouldn't surprise me if she's trying to use my sister to…" She swallows nervously. "To observe us. …Though, if she could only see you, it doesn't seem to be successful. Yet."

"The other possibility is that she's physically close by," Dawn theorizes. "She could very well be on Lysander's ship. And we know he's not too far behind. It could be causing some sort of interference with your bond."

>>750954
>>750955
>>750956
>>750957
>>750958
Gawain beams with delight as Aegis uses his toast. "Prost! To our friendship!"

"To victory." Marisol raises her own glass.
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Last time, on Anno Castra…

Our explorers unwound their minds for a bit, after Tay and their assistants helped to ameliorate their physical wounds from fighting the Shadedrinker. Qhapaq and Good Intentions had a wrestling match in the rec room, much to the amusement of a group of watching Aya. Good ended up being the surprise underdog victor, which threw the Family into such an ecstasy that they nearly carried him down to the bar, on B3F of the bunker. Qhapaq rescued him before he could break any of Ironcastle's strict laws about underaged drinking.

Zamrud met two of the Aya who had come to their aid during the first bout against the Shadedrinker: A female Zawatil by the name of Ch'utiy, and a male Puros by the name of Utqay. Both were quite eager to get back out on the hunt, but were patient enough to talk awhile with Zamrud to get to know him better. During their conversation, the pair mentioned that Godspeed lingered behind to speak to Tay about something secret, yet obvious.
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 No.750897

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FDKnY9CK6vg

>>750892
>>750895
>>750896
Good writhes and spins, trying to get whatever crawled onto him off once more. Grutar and Billy run over, and they can see the culprits – small, near-white centipedes of a sort, composed all of snarled, clenched-up finger bones, inching toward the joints of his Armorsuit, where no plating covers, for the sake of mobility. Together, the three of you toss the centipedes off – and as they're ripped away, they explode in a chain of blasts, pelting Billy and Good.

>Billy 3/6
>Good's Crystal Wall has 6 Hits remaining

>>750893
A terrible silhouette, lumbering, fading upwards through the fog, mixing into it like smoke, its outline stretching to the tops of the buildings surrounding– you can see no more than that, but you can sense the trepidation of a wounded beast.
>The Shadedrinker
>Weak: Wind
>Resist: None
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 No.750898

And the sigh becomes a deep, gentle breath, belying its hideous strength, as a deep fog, dark as pitch, floods from the east, over the entire block, trapping you in the dark.

>Paused

 No.750899

>>750890
Qhapaq staggers a little bit, trying to fight off the numbing, deathly cold of the fog.
>Accelerated Healing (Automatic): Restore 1 Wound. Disable Accelerated Healing's passive Hit regeneration for three rounds.
Qhapaq takes a wild swing of his own into the fog, trying to strike the Shadedrinker- even a graze could help him figure out where it is.
>Light Claw Instant: [1d10] (Counting the -2, which negates bonuses)

Roll #1 10 = 10

 No.750900

>>750897
Seeing the sudden burst of dark fog overwhelming his team, Grutar lets out a shout of anger as he charges towards the direction of where it came, ready to bash anything that look like the horrid shadedrinker.

>Blind swinging
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Roll #1 5 = 5

 No.750901

>>750897
Good was not really keen on letting this fog remain near them and aimed to fire a new singularity to pull it away or at the very least lighten it for them all.

[1d10] Singularity shot

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Things are starting to go 'bump' in the night, day, and wherever smoky pillars arise at dawn. After a tense night, as the doors and shutters creaked from outside pressure, you and your quiet town awake to a ravaged wilderness and another pillar of pitch black rising into the sky. This smoke is unlike any other, it does not dissipate, or sway to the breeze. Within the material void that rises are stars, nebulas, comets that have no similarity to that of the night. The day is quiet and most ponies have vacated this town for an extended vacation at nearby Tall Tale. The nearby pub is likely empty, as towncentre billboards won’t have anything on this, the best course of action for anyone brave enough is to meet up near this pillar of smoke conveniently located at the base of a nearby mountain
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 No.750852

>>750850
>>750843
i guess we're taking the shanty elevator. Not sure we can run through those things.

 No.750855

>>750852
>>750851
Elevator time

 No.750857

Gorchander sneaks past the rock piles to get to the elevator.
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Roll #1 6 = 6

 No.750861

>>750843
>>750852
You two are about to leave before noticing that your goat companion has decided to sneak through the dome-shaped room into the elevator across the way.

>>750857
+1 when in natural environs, diamond dog mineshafts count as natural
You are light on your hooves, being able to quietly get through the entire room with many glowing holes to the elevator shaft. There is a platform in this shaft that is lopsided but still holds weight.

 No.750863

>>750857
>>750861
well, there they go.
"Well, I can't sneak, so I'm going to go the other way. We'll meet up below."


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Last time, on PirateQuest…

Cutlass, now awake again after her fainting spell, shared her suspicions of Kukulcan with Alder, Splendid, Prisma, Paraiba, the mooks, Make Believe and her four assassins. Her notion that Kukulcan was not who or what he claimed to be was backed up by the fact that Monty, her rumormonger snake amulet, changed his story about Kukulcan and the Watchkeepers after Kukulcan claimed that he was a god. Colobok asserted that he would leave behind one of the papers of his aura ability, Shadow Archive, to spy on Kukulcan and peer into his mind, to see if he was telling the truth. Colobok, Sparkler and Make Believe then left with the godray crystal to deliver it back to the Hidden Dagger before nightfall.

With evening upon them, and much of our crew still injured, Magoja (interning as the Thunder Serpent's surgeon) suggested that our crew ingratiate themselves with Kukulcan's. One such method, he suggested, was to challenge them to a drinking game. Nothing beats heatstroke and dehydration like alcohol, after all.

Cloud, escorted by Bent Scales of the Beesting, escorted Cloud partway to the Thunder Serpent. She broke off partway through, leaving to join the rest of the Beesting crewmates who had been spying on Kukulcan all day to get intel on him and his crew. Cloud arrived at the Dreamer's Moon just as Cutlass got several drinks deep with Cycle Kick. Alder, meanwhile, was being taught in the fishing and culinary arts by the hairless diamond dog they met earlier, the one with the compulsion for orderliness.

Cerulean continued to plumb the depths of the Skull Temple with her pets, getting as far as B5F. While her dog friends found another way around the pitfall obstacle she just cleared, she pressed onward, finding herself in a long hall, with a corridor to the west and one to the east. After going partway down the eastern corridor, she was stopped by a familiar sight: Herself, standing on the other side of what looked like some kind of translucent, watery mirror.
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 No.750995

>>750991
"Nope. Its a staff from a mechpriest guy. There was this Skull Temple, right? So…," she gives an excited, but brief as she could, explanation of her time in the Skull Temple.
"I really only meant to explore a bit, but everything was just so neat, I couldn't help but keep exploring!"

"But yeah, this is supposed to be a control staff or something…though I kinda forgot to ask how to use it. Aahahah."

 No.750996

>>750991
"We got a bit of insight on what he wanted, which is in the vault. I do not know if we ever quite figured out the dreams, though…"

>>750991
"If you really want to continue, I have medical supplies to share- though, I think it might be best to head back. We were having Miss Mallea do a bit of blood testing. Hopefully, we will have results when we return."

 No.750997

>>750992
Kukulcan shakes your hoof with gusto. "Good to have you aboard, sir. We shall discuss the details of your pay and employment once you have had a chance to acquaint yourself with the rest of the crew. Come, and I shall introduce you, though be warned that not all of them are with us for the moment."

>>750994
>>750995
>>750996
Bee Holder stops and considers for a moment as she takes in everything that you've said. "…Well then! Looks like we're the ones in need of getting caught up."
"You cleared that entire place by yourself!?" Bent Scales exclaims to Cerulean. "Respect! But, Captain, doesn't this mean we can get that map made now?"
"After we see what Mallea needs our blood for," Sickly Sweet says.
"Whatever it is, I'll bet it's to do with why you sought us out directly instead of calling ahead," Bee Holder says. "Let's be off."

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>>750993
roll relevant plant gathering skills

 No.750999

>>750998
>Search [1d10]

Roll #1 9 = 9


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Our heroes have journeyed far and faced many dangers, culminating in their daring escapade in the arid city of Galatian, where they retrieved the Heart of the Sun once and for all, crossing the agents of the sinister warlord Styr Thenn. Aided by one of his former servants, a zorse named Kothbiro, they destroyed the precious jewel, that none could claim it.

Their actions will not go without repercussions, however. They are in hostile territory, on the run from Thenn's servants. Aided by a mysterious ally known only as the Fire Witch, they travel now to the closest pocket of civilization on the borders of Thenn's territory. From there, only the stars and I know what awaits them…
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 No.748520

>>748519
"I see. Were such tactics common in your homeland?"

 No.748521

>>748519
"Or lead it into chargin. Some boars can change the way they're headed, but most gotta stop and turn. Kilt a big ole devil pig that way. Stuck it in the ribs after it ran by."

>>748518
"Wild things ain't usually light sleepers. Takes some doin to sneak up on em. Best to track and ambush."

>>748516
I nod. "Here, I imagine."

 No.748522

>>748521
"It likely does not sleep in the open. We will have it cornered in its den? Does that sound right?"

 No.748523

>>748522
"Hmm.. quite the dangerouss possition, i would imagine. a beasst backed into a den would likely gore one of uss before we could sstop it, much too closse."

 No.748524

>>748523
"Ah. I never presided over the military tactics of our empire. Trakali usually had such an overwhelming numbers advantage it rarely mattered. I trust whatever Noghu and Thungr come up with." She says with emphasis on the and.


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>Time moves in one direction, memory in another.

Calling sheets for the 85th session of TimeQuest
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 No.747459

>>747458
>Up at 10/2
Shooting yourself into a spiral, you swiftly meet Wing up close as you clear the gap in seconds, causing him to miss his slow-spell entirely though you see his body slowly patching itself up following the impact. His hooves coated in azure aura from his magic, he tries to catch the beam sword as you charge him down, causing his hooves to heat up and burn as smoke fills both your eyes.

HIs mask has now entirely shattered, and you see the full visage of Wing: his face is coated in feathers as well, the dark gray sickly appendages seeming to have replaced his coat entirely, but though it is aged with experience, and slightly mangled and matted through the trials you have put him through, the old muzzle is still very reminiscent of the stallion who gave you your first pumpkin-flavored coffee. Of the young man who went to great lengths to rescue your fellow Breezies from Obsidian.

He smiles, throwing the blade aside as he charges at you with both his hooves, "Great minds, as they say, think alike!"

He throws his hooves at you, no longer seeming to have any energy left in him for temporal magic as he makes the last stage of your duel a classic hoof-fight, albeit his coated in magic to level the playing field.
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[1d10+2]

Roll #1 9 + 2 = 11 / Roll #2 7 + 2 = 9

 No.747460

>>747459
Honey takes a moment to stare back at that face, and take the brief trip down memory lane. The moment is likely enough for him to get a couple hits in, which only spurs Honey on to come back swinging, putting aside her experience of alternating ranges for an advantage. As she swings, her armor activates the thrusters to give it more speed to make up for Honey's lack of mass.
"Fuck…I'ma gonna miss you."

>Dual Great attacks, no ranged, no elements, crit 8+
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[1d10+2]

Roll #1 10 + 2 = 12 / Roll #2 3 + 2 = 5

 No.747461

>>747460
The moment of hesitation as you look into the familiar face is indeed enough for him to get a few solid jabs in, your small form battered by the mystical might of your much larger foe, even in the face of your new upgrades and godhood. However, as he continues to jab, you see him slowing down - not just from any temporal tempering, but from fatigue, exhaustion. You seize a precise moment to throw ALL your thruster power into one powerful swing, the speed and force of which cleaves through the front of Wing's chest. At the exact same moment, Wing's magicall-imbued wing comes crashing down ontop of you, cutting into your breezie-tech armor and sundering it, sending you fluttering out and away as your unibeam finishes its slash at the same time as Wing finishes his.

You stand opposite of each other, grievous injuries on both sides as your armors spark and sputter and Wing stands coughing blood with almost every breath… until, in a moment, he falls to one knee, a hoof holding up to the recently made gash on his chest as he closes his eyes, grunting as he tries to fight through the pain.
"…and I… will always remember you…" he says as he struggles to keep himself from falling flat on the ground, but no longer holds the strength to stand.
"I… hah… I must be very disappointing right now. No matter how willing the spirit, your flesh always catches up to you…"
>Honey at 1/2
>Wing out of HP

 No.747462

>>747461
Despite being much younger, Honey definitely isn't looking much better right now. Honey staggers her way closer to him, making the armor spark out intensely at the joints. With a small bit of power left, she materializes an old, familiar object: the toy raygun.
"Nah…fucka that," she says with a seemingly sad-sounding chuckle. She points the raygun at him to…shrink him down to her size. She gets close enough to sit with him, letting him rest against her as she looks down at him, breathing heavily from the intensity of the fight.
Heh…hahah…don't push yourself, old man. Youa kicked my ass too hard toa say stupid shit like thata. Though you dida say lots of things like thata before." She laughs a bit again from thinking back, but quickly settles down.
"You knowa…you don't have to kick ita. Could stick around anda we could do this again once we senda Eon crying to whatever pit ita crawled out of."

 No.747463

>>747462
Wing… or rather, Mercile… looks on in surprise as you walk up to him, and then shrink him with the old fashioned toy-raygun you used to use. He looks on as you get close to him, leaning on you for support as he grunts, holding at several of his injuries from the duel. He chuckles, "Some things you simply never out-grow. Like saying stupid things to a pretty girl. So don't go making fun of my old age just YET, Honey." He laughs, shaking his head as he leans into you, relaxing and letting his head droops over your shoulder as you both sit down.

As you bring up that he doesn't have to kick it, Wing smirks. "Of course I cannot kick it. I imagine I still have a lot to answer for what I did while I was a Cardinal." He turns to you, "You think if we convinced them duels like these were a 'punishment', they'd let us keep doing it? Because, I will be honest: I do not think I could keep them convinced I don't like it."

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Two candles flicker on either side of a dusty old tome. The leather-bound cover creaks open and words slowly etch themselves into the paper. This old book begins to spin you a yarn. A tale of a small mountain village. A grand quest gone wrong. Self-sacrifice gone unrewarded. And, perhaps most of all, biting off a little more than you should chew.

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Her smile fades and her lips slowly draw into a thin line. "A wake? For?" She patiently waits for someone to explain, and turns her attention completely on Nepenthe as he finally begins.

Her face cycles through a number of emotions as you retell the evening's events, finally settling on a passive discomfort. When you finally finish, there's a long silence. "I suppose that explains why the curse didn't touch me," she says. "All those years mother thought- I thought…" She pauses and shuffles, trying to hide a faint shudder. Her eyes are hard, but a faint glimmer at the corners betrays her attempts to mask her emotions. She takes a deep breath, slowly lets it out, and nods. "Well," she continues. "Thank you. I have a lot to think about. At any rate, we're all in your debt. If you hadn't come along I can't imagine the town would've lasted much longer."

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"Tis simply my duty. I needn't thanks for saving the innocent from the predations of those most unholy forces."

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"A sordid case," he concludes grimly. "It was our pleasure to get to the bottom of it all, and bring some closure to this nightmare."

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Reverie nods at Scorched's response, "It's our job."

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"Your job or not, thank you either way. I'm sure Burgermeister Stone has a reward lined up for you, at least. Couldn't say how much. Probably not enough." She glances down at the letter again. "If it isn't a sum that seems fair then come back here and talk to me. Or talk to me after the feast. I don't know how much father left, but I don't think anyone would argue at least some of it going to you three."


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