Welcome to Banished Quest!
You take the role of a young mage labeled a criminal by his people and cast out into the wider world. In the last thread you returned to Nazir, spoke with the Paramatma, read a book, and journeyed to Majhaya.
It is currently the 4th of Yuddha, in the year 936 NH.
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For a temple dedicated to Pani, their hospitality certainly leaves something to be desired. Is one of the faithful's central tenants not to provide bread and water to any weary traveler whom they come across? That's what your mother used to tell you when you were still but a boy. As the echoes of the lone guard's footsteps slowly fade you turn your attention to the chamber you've found yourself in.
It's much the same as it was the last time you were here, walls carved with figures bowed before the glory of Pani and the domed ceiling depicting a four-breasted woman with more arms than you have time to count. Unlike the room teleportation array beneath the city of Nazir, there is but one structure in this room. Two ornately carved pillars rise up from a platform at the center of the chamber, the runes on each still softly glowing in the dim light provided by what you can only assume are enchanted pedestals. The fires burning atop each simply hover a few inches above the stone.
Nothing in the room strikes you as being responsible for controlling the portal. You try channeling a little vys into the twin spires themselves, but that doesn't seem to do much of anything. There are nine sheltered alcoves branching from this central chamber, and then of course a stairwell leading further into the temple complex.
Actually, now that you take the time to examine the geometry of this place it's rather strange. The central chamber has ten sides, each adjoining alcove seems to have five. Lines of black stone running along the floor form a dizzying lattice of interconnected octagons and other lesser figures. It's almost as if the entire room has been set up as some sort of vast runic array, or rather as a part of some larger runic array. You're honestly not quite sure what to make of it.
Dismissing the strange geometry of the room, you resolve to try and finish off those last few chapters of the book on the Shaping Arts. There are benches in each of the branching apse, so you decide to take a seat before an enormous statue of bare-breasted Pani wearing a necklace of skulls and holding aloft a monstrous severed head. It's never been your favorite depiction of Pani, as a blood-soaked protector of creation, but it allows you to position yourself such that when the guards inevitably come searching for a horned intruder they won't immediately realize you're still here.
The leather-bound books slips easily from your cloak and you flip quickly to the page where you'd last left off, marked as it is by a thin strip of cloth. When you'd stopped reading the author had remarked that some among the High Council were rumored to have destroyed their shell without dying as a result. The only mortals without a shell you can think of off the top of your head are the disciples of spirits. However, from what you understand your earliest ancestors enslaved spirits with far more frequency than they worshiped them. Thus it seems unlikely that this would be the case.
(1/3)
Reading on, the book begins to delve into the limitations of the Shaping Arts. Though a powerful tool, the author admits that the practices described in this work are not what many might call practical. They're useful if one wishes to conceal their identity or heal wounds which have become internalized as a facet of how one views themselves. They're also a boon for the narcissist who seeks perfection of form. However, if one finds themselves challenged to defend themselves against a skilled swordsman, even the most talented shaper of mind and flesh would find themselves gutted upon the sands of the arena if the entirety of their efforts were devoted to advancement within the Shaping Arts.
Thus, the author emphasizes the necessity of mastering both armed combat and something he calls the 'Greater Aspects' of magic. You can only assume that these greater aspects are what you would call the five basic elements, though you have no real way of proving this assumption. It just seems the most logical explanation. The author also mentions that repeatedly altering one's form into and out of some specific configuration can allow even a novice of the shaping arts to achieve that same configuration without the need for meditation a well prepared practitioner of the Shaping Arts ought never be truly unarmed. What this means exactly, the author fails to elaborate.
The book goes on to mention that though a skilled practitioner may achieve unrivaled control over the minds of others, it's very difficult to actually change someone's opinion on an issue via the shaping arts. Shaping Arts, the author asserts, cannot be used to simply control someones' thoughts. Even once a memory is removed, the subject may recall having that memory even if they can't bring to mind the memory itself.
Nor is replacing a single memory sufficient to drastically alter someone's personality, unless of course that memory is tied to the shell itself. In this case, its removal or alteration can have wide ranging effects upon the way someone else perceives the world. However, altering memories so deeply ingrained is no simple task. Locating them within the husk requires the manipulation of every aspect of the mind.
>Shaping Arts: (15/17 Chapters Read)
(2/3)
You're just beginning to read a segment on the relationship between the shell, the shard, and the husk when you hear metal pounding against stone, the temple's guards no doubt coming to investigate your presence. It certainly took them long enough. You could have been off slaughtering innocent pilgrims by now if you felt any particularly desire to. They pause at the foot of the stairs, their erratic thoughts giving away their position even though you can't actually see them. However, as you passively examine the guards and the chaotic slurry of thought formed by so many men standing in formation, you notice something odd. The man at the head of the formation, though you can sense his presence, does not seem to possess a mind of any sort. At least, not one that you can detect.
>Reveal yourself to the group, in as nonthreatening a manner as you can. Surely they'll listen to reason.
>Wait until they fan out to search the room, then jump out and give one of them a good scare. What could possibly go wrong?
>Write-in
>>330051
>>Wait until they fan out to search the room, then jump out and give one of them a good scare. What could possibly go wrong?
Soma confirmed for fag
>>330051
>Wait until they fan out to search the room, then jump out and give one of them a good scare. What could possibly go wrong?
>>330051
>Reveal yourself to the group, in as nonthreatening a manner as you can. Surely they'll listen to reason.
>inb4 banned for posting blue tiddies
>>330051
>Reveal yourself to the group, in as nonthreatening a manner as you can. Surely they'll listen to reason
But do it like the Balrog from LOTR
>>330051
>posting NSFW content on a blue board
>Reveal yourself to the group, in as nonthreatening a manner as you can. Surely they'll listen to reason.
>>330051
>Reveal yourself to the group, in as nonthreatening a manner as you can. Surely they'll listen to reason.
>>330080
Blue boards are sfw. Blue tiddies must be sfw too
>>330051
>Wait until they fan out to search the room, then jump out and give one of them a good scare. What could possibly go wrong?
>>330051
>>Reveal yourself to the group, in as nonthreatening a manner as you can. Surely they'll listen to reason.
>>330051
>>Reveal yourself to the group, in as nonthreatening a manner as you can. Surely they'll listen to reason.
>>330051
>Wait until they fan out to search the room, then jump out and give one of them a good scare. What could possibly go wrong?
What Could Go Wrong?
>>330051
>>Reveal yourself to the group, in as nonthreatening a manner as you can. Surely they'll listen to reason.
>>330051
>>Reveal yourself to the group, in as nonthreatening a manner as you can. Surely they'll listen to reason.
>>330051
>Wait until they fan out to search the room, then jump out and give one of them a good scare. What could possibly go wrong?
>>330051
>>Reveal yourself to the group,cloaked in flame
>>330129
>not spooking won
neo-bq is hell
We should enchant the inversion ring as soon as possible.
>>330140
You should fuck off back to your circlejerk.
>>330144
You should learn to love our lord and Savior Rob
>>330129
>This Time for Real Edition
I think we all know this is a lie.
>>330138
Mik is already spoopy enough with the horns, blackened skin, golden arms, and cloak that seems wrong to anyone who looks at it
Will the jungle be the new Namek?
>>330194
Fuck off rob
>>330199
Fuck off iou
>>330204
You owe me for what?
Slipping the book back into your cloak, you rise from your position seated before the statue of wrathful Pani. This temple certainly does emphasize her chest, which is a little odd. Certainly she's revered as a goddess of fertility and passion, but usually she takes on a more motherly persona. Rather than this untamed, sword wielding, wild woman you see carved across the walls and painted onto the ceiling. Certain temples are widely known to revere certain aspects of the goddess as more important than others, but you've hardly seen any other depictions of her at all in this grand chamber you've found yourself in.
Then again, you've only seen one room of the temple thus far. It wouldn't be unusual for a particularly large temple to devote prayer rooms solely to one aspect of the goddess. Smaller temples typically have only a single grand hall at the center of the complex where Pani in all her forms is revered, so by separating out her divine aspects a larger temple might both flaunt its wealth and allow its worshipers contextualize their prayers based upon the facet of the goddess which they worship.
You're distracted by the sudden clattering of metal against stone, the men of the temple guard beginning to advance upon the chamber. You hadn't heard the commander issue any orders, so it caught you a little off guard. Moving quickly, you step out into towards the center of the chamber, but stop short as soon as you're in sight of the assembled guardsmen. They're quick to respond to your presence, the guards upon the stairs let out some indecipherable cry which prompts the entire formation to turn itself as one to face you.
Perhaps most people would raise their hands to show they're unarmed, but a vatis is never truly without a weapon. Instead you merely fold your arms within the sleeves of your silver-trimmed black robes and maintain as relaxed a posture as you can manage. “I trust that brave guard who greeted me by fleeing in the opposite direction told you of my presence. Rest assured that I've only come to prepare you for the arrival of my friends and allies.”
That probably doesn't sound as reassuring as you'd intended, in retrospect. “I previously met with your Varistha and the other leaders of this temple. Mikhael, of the house Abdul-Hakim. I understand I don't look quite the same as I did the last time I visited, but I assure you it's still me.”
From within the formation of guards emerges a familiar face, or rather a familiar mask. The Captain of the temple guards, wearing his gilded armor and blue robes trimmed with delicate golden thread. It seems exceptionally foolish to wield two heavy blades, but just as in your first encounter with the masked Captain he has two sickle-shaped swords in hand. His equipment is probably enchanted, or so your intuition suggest, but it's impossible to get any sort of read on him. You can detect his vys pool certainly, and it's rather sizable, but everything else about him remains inscrutable.
(1/2)
A vague impression of safety bombards your thoughts, though it's lined with the promise of violence. You're not really sure what to make of the vague impression of emotion, but you think it's the Captain's attempt to communicate with you. It's not the sort of connection you share with Zahak, it's a far less intimate, less detailed link the Captain seems to have established. “Are you mute? If our only avenue of communication is the vaguest of emotional impressions, this conversation is very quickly going to tire my patience.”
The only response you get is that same sense of soothing comfort colored lightly with the impression of vengeful wrath. The best interpretation of the message he's trying to convey is that you'll either safe so long as you don't piss anyone off, or he's going to kill you to preserve the safety of the temple. Either interpretation is equally valid based on what you know of this place.
Fortunately a different guard provides you with some sort of explanation. “If you'll come with us peacefully to see the Varistha, you won't be harmed within our custody.” The man who speaks is dressed similarly to the Captain, in gold arm with a bright blue robe, except his helmet features a horsehair burr running along the top and he wields a black axe banded with gold rather than the twin sabers of the Captain. He's essentially indistinguishable from ever other guard in the formation, but seems to have some sort of leadership role judging by the way others defer to him.
>Agree to peacefully enter their custody. You'd rather not start things off with a fight even if you will only be staying here a few days at most.
>You're not going to let them treat you like some sort of prisoner. Sweep them aside, and find the Varistha yourself.
>Write-in
>>330426
>You're not going to let them treat you like some sort of prisoner. Sweep them aside, and find the Varistha yourself.
>>330426
>Write-In
Demand to be treated as a guest, not a prisoner. From what I've read, Samjan culture is pretty huge on hospitality.
Going into custody assumes guilt.
>>330426
>Agree to peacefully enter their custody. You'd rather not start things off with a fight even if you will only be staying here a few days at most.
be nice, no reason not too. we are using his portal after all
>>330426
>Agree to peacefully enter their custody. You'd rather not start things off with a fight even if you will only be staying here a few days at most.
>>330426
>Agree to peacefully enter their custody. You'd rather not start things off with a fight even if you will only be staying here a few days at most.
>>330426
>Agree to peacefully enter their custody. You'd rather not start things off with a fight even if you will only be staying here a few days at most.
>>330437
Support
>>330437
Expanding on my post, also act vaguely insulted since you were previously attended to by the Varisatha and given hospitality before.
>>330426
>Agree to peacefully enter their custody. You'd rather not start things off with a fight even if you will only be staying here a few days at most.
>>330437
this
>>330426
>Write-in
Remove your arms as a gesture of goodwill.
In a full scale battle, just how many degenerates could we slaughter while ascended before we run out of soul fuel? Thousands?
>>330539
assuming no magic usage, 7 rounds of combat.
assuming that we rip husk and vys as we go along, as long as there is bodies we can march
>>330539
probably an entire nation/continent if we use a husk bomb.
>>330539
depends on how much we can absorb from our enemies
>>330539
Probably, depending on how the power is used. Millions depending on the conditions
>>330500
i second this
Or we could get together with our resident mad scientist Skull Kid and make a dirty delerium bomb to cause unfathomable damage.
>>330601
sure anon, we can put throw it down the mine and have it bury all the dragons.
>>330672
Yypee ki yay motherfuckers.
>>330426
Nice work ripping off DSQ, senpai.
>>330690
literally who?
>>330695
Dick Sucking Quest. Or Dark Souls Quest. One of the two, probably.
>>330690
>Not realising Soma is king of the jews
Post never
>>330770
He should tattoo INRI on his upper arm.
>>330865
He's gonna need a number of he doesn't start writing faster
>>330051
>>Wait until they fan out to search the room, then jump out and give one of them a good scare. What could possibly go wrong?
“What's all this nonsense about entering your custody?” Perhaps you're being paranoid, but you'd rather not inadvertently imply you're guilty of anything. Especially since you actually aren't guilty of anything, you've even behaved yourself since being left unattended in the middle of their temple. “I'm not a prisoner, I'm a guest. I expect to be treated with the according level of respect, or has that famed monastic hospitality been forgotten?”
The guard who spoke glances towards the masked Captain, who continues to focus the face plate of his featureless mask in your direction. You can only assume that it's been enchanted, probably to allow him the Second Sight, but everything about the man strikes you as odd. You don't like the man, and you get the impression that he doesn't like you either. As for what you've done to offend him, your guess is as good as anyone else's.
Finally the silence is broken by that same guard, apparently finished communing with his commanding officer. “Very well, if you would follow us we will lead you to the audience chamber where you may meet with Varistha Firdaus and break your evening fast.”
You hold up a hand, begging pause. “There's no need for that, I've already eaten.” It's polite to initially refuse a meal offered by one's host, but it's also simply the truth. You could hardly eat another bite after the veritable feast the slaves presented you in Nazir. “A cup of wine would be more than enough.”
That ritual out of the way, the formation of guards begins to reassemble itself into two columns of men, the Captain's attention lingering upon you a moment longer before he finally turns sharply and marches off to take his place at the head of the formation. You trail along behind as the guards march through the elaborately carved halls, every inch of the temple seems adorned in a manner similar to the chamber in which you'd first arrived.
You must have been fairly deep underground, as it takes several minutes of walking up various flights of stairs to finally reach what you think is the grand hall. An enormous, golden statue of Pani reclining upon her throne and crowned with a lotus rest against the far wall. The statue alone must measure some thirty feet tall, and the platform upon which it sits nearly doubles that height. The mural pained upon the wall behind stretches all the way to the ceiling high above, and depicts Pani's battle against Surya. Unlike most other renditions you've seen of this battle, it ends with Surya surrendering himself willingly. He draws Pani's blade across his own abdomen, thus spilling vys into the world and allowing mortals the use of magic.
(1/3)
Every pillar is decorated with lengths of cloth and elaborately dyed tapestries, giving the impression that the hall is decorated for some sort of celebration. However, the only other people in the room are a handful of solemn monks bowed upon plush woven rugs which line the ambulatory leading up to the statue. Offerings are draped across the first two levels of the tiered pedestal, while the third tier and the statue itself remain unadorned. None of the assembled monks pay you or the guards any attention as you're led around the edge of the ambulatory and over a squat bridge to the other end of the hall.
The doors permitting entry to the temple are sealed shut and barred, a fact you find exceptionally odd. More so than the fact they stand some several hundred feet tall and are made of solid stone. From the grand hall, you're led up yet another flight of stairs into a room which would not look amiss in El-Amin's finest inn. Long benches line the walls, covered in thick cushions and providing squat tables upon which food might be served. At the center of the room is a small garden, from within which the burbling of a fountain issues forth, though you can't actually see the fountain itself.
You're led quickly through the only other door in the room, since there's nobody else here to treat with the Varistha evidently. The garden in the room before was but a pale imitation of the garden you find yourself in now. Greenery fills the room, as does the sweet scent of burning incense. Light streams into the room through narrow slits cut into the walls at regular intervals, the barest rays of the early morning spilling across the pond at the center of the room. On a raised pedestal sits an empty stool, the Varistha of the temple nowhere to be seen.
The guards fan out around the edge of the pond, one taking up position at each of the seven pillars and eight altars surrounding the pond. Those that remain wait patiently by the entrance, alongside their Captain. You're about to ask what the meaning of this is when the door swings open once more, and a hunched over old man hobbles into the chamber.
He looks exactly as strange as you recall, a thick golden disk implanted in his chin and his white beard tied tightly around a golden ring housing a number of keys. His lone visible eye is covered in a thick white film and yet more disk pierce the lobes of his ears. You step aside to permit him passage, then follow along as he makes his way at his own limping pace to the stool.
(2/3)
{My apologies for the Captain's rude reception.} His thoughts drift lazily through your own as he finally sits down, emitting a sigh of relief. {Wine will have to wait, I'm afraid. We don't usually receive visitors this early in the day so the brothers and sisters of the temple have yet to fully rouse themselves from the grip of sleep.} He leans his weight heavily upon an iron staff, its surface inlaid with interlocking bands of red copper. {Until then, what do you request of my temple, False Child?}
>What does he mean false child?
>Just warn him that you're bringing along your draconic son and he should plan accordingly.
>Ask if he would be kind enough to dismiss the guards.
>Write-in
>>330918
>>Just warn him that you're bringing along your draconic son and he should plan accordingly.
>>330918
>>What does he mean false child?
Do you mean the fact that I haven't gone through the gate yet?
>warn him that you're bringing along your draconic son and he should plan accordingly.
>>330918
>What does he mean false child?
Seems like he knows.
>>330918
>Just warn him that you're bringing along your draconic son and he should plan accordingly.
>>330918
>>What does he mean false child?
>>Just warn him that you're bringing along your draconic son and he should plan accordingly.
>>330924
>Do you mean the fact that I haven't gone through the gate yet?
No. It's more likely the Gods told their priests about our shit.
>>330918
>What does he mean false child?
>Just warn him that you're bringing along your draconic son and he should plan accordingly.
Write-In
>I am the father of Dragons and you should give me some respect. *makes dragon noises*
>>330918
>What does he mean false child?
>Just warn him that you're bringing along your draconic son and he should plan accordingly.
>>330918
>What does he mean false child?
Well actually we know what he means. We should inform him that we intend to make our journey through a gate as soon as we have no other pressing matters. We'll do the task we need to in Elaudia, maybe GM fire with Profectus, then we'll get right on it.
Also
>Just warn him that you're bringing along your draconic son and he should plan accordingly.
>>330918
>Just warn him that you're bringing along your draconic son and he should plan accordingly.
and let him know that we intend to finish the ritual at a later date
>>330918
>>Just warn him that you're bringing along your draconic son and he should plan accordingly.
Don't hate me for getting by accident what many of your fellows fails to attains in a lifetime
>>330918
>What does he mean false child?
>Just warn him that you're bringing along your draconic son and he should plan accordingly.
>>330931
No. No that is not more likely at all.
>>330918
>What does he mean false child?
Do you have any advice for the ritual. We know little other than where to go. If you could give us any indication as to how we might face the challenges that await us we'd appreciate it, face disc guy.
>>330918
>Just warn him that you're bringing along your draconic son and he should plan accordingly.
NOPE NOT GETTING ON THAT TRAIN AGAIN
>>330934
I am Mikhael Abdul-Hakim, The Unbanished, Father of Dragons, Parbau, Child of Surya, Dual Grandmaster, Rediscoverer of Enchanting and Protector of the Shahdom
>>330918
>>What does he mean false child?
>>331000
Also Inter-dimensional traveler, creator of Seige, and conqueror of death.
>old man who has no fucks to give calls us by an arbitrary nickname based on some sort of readily visible (to him) trait
>sorta like "hey big guy"
>anons decide he's talking shit
>even though it's true and we literally are a false/incomplete child
>decide to sperg out and list our titles like this is some kind of autistic dickwaving contest
>hey big guy, you need something? Sorry we can't serve you anything fancy, it's a bit early
>What the fuck did you just fucking say about me, you little bitch? I’ll have you know I graduated top of my class in the vatis academy, and I’ve been involved in numerous secret raids on void-quaeda, and I have over 300 confirmed kills. I am trained in dragon warfare and I’m the top enchanter in the entire slamjam armed forces.
>>330690
How did he rip it off?
>>331046
>>331058
Hey soma i've been thinking and the piece of Surya is either his heart (and vys is his blood) or his dick (as he his the God of cucks which explains why you worship him)
>>331046
>anon is unable to recognize a joke
>>331046
>>331046
'Strayan jew niggers, not even once
The moniker surprises, more so that he so easily identified what you are, and knew that you had yet to undergo the Ritual of the Gate. He's obviously old, though he still has his hair so he can't be as old as Varistha Sehzade. Unfortunately, your questions will have to wait. There's actual business to attend to. “I came to give you a warning. When next I pass through the portal, I'll be bringing along my adoptive son. He's quite unusual, by samjan standards.”
The Varistha shrugs his shoulders, evidently uncaring. {I would be surprised if he was normal, considering who he calls his father. What exactly about the boy merits passing along a warning?}
“Well, the most important way in which he differs from most samjan youth is in his forty foot wingspan.” That at least gets the man's attention, his only visible eye flying wide. “He's also about thirty feet long from nose to tail, covered in thick scales, and weighs several hundred pounds. Speaking of, you may want to have an Earth vatis on hand to repair any broken tiles. I count a grandmaster of the discipline among my companions, but she seems to use her skills primarily to carve her name into walls.”
The old man descends briefly into a fit of coughing, though he's quick to recover. {Eight hundred years, I thought there was little left which might surprise me. You've adopted a dragon? Pani's divine tits, how did you manage that?}
You're a little caught off guard by the vulgarity, but you suppose the gods probably don't care in what context mortals use their names. “Well, I found his egg sitting buried underneath some stone at the bottom of a mine. I dug him out, and incubated his egg when the opportunity arose. Eventually, he popped out in all his draconic glory and I've raised him as my own ever since. I don't think you necessarily need to worry, he's as well behaved a child as you'll ever come across, but I assumed you'd want to warn the monks before we suffer any unfortunate misunderstandings.”
The Varistha never actually makes eye contact, you can only assume he's blind and not being rude. It seems a common disability among ancient samja regardless of how skilled they are as Vatis. {You were right to warn me, False Child. I will have the brothers and sisters assemble before the temple is opened to pilgrims and prepare them for your son's presence. How long will you be staying?}
>You've still got nine days left until you hit the deadline for the Triarch's task. You'll spend a day or two here preparing.
>There's no time to waste, you'll be leaving as soon as you've purchased whatever supplies are deemed necessary for your voyage.
>There's plenty of time between now and the deadline. Spend a week here reading, meditating, and seeking your own personal improvement.
>Write-inI'll write for the "Whaddya mean False Child?" bit in the next post, but it woulda felt weird including it in this one.
>>331177
>You've still got nine days left until you hit the deadline for the Triarch's task. You'll spend a day or two here preparing.
>>331177
>There's no time to waste, you'll be leaving as soon as you've purchased whatever supplies are deemed necessary for your voyage.
>>331177
>>You've still got nine days left until you hit the deadline for the Triarch's task. You'll spend a day or two here preparing.
>>331177
>There's no time to waste, you'll be leaving as soon as you've purchased whatever supplies are deemed necessary for your voyage.
>>331177
>>You've still got nine days left until you hit the deadline for the Triarch's task. You'll spend a day or two here preparing.
Don't throw any plot hooks.
>>331177
>You've still got nine days left until you hit the deadline for the Triarch's task. You'll spend a day or two here preparing.
Meditate on fire while we wait in the temple
>>331177
>There's no time to waste, you'll be leaving as soon as you've purchased whatever supplies are deemed necessary for your voyage.
I can compromise at one day.
>>331206
I actually probably won't bait you out with anything too involved. I mean, there's a few characters here I want to develop, but nothing major. I'm kinda ready to hit the jungle.
>>331177
>There's no time to waste, you'll be leaving as soon as you've purchased whatever supplies are deemed necessary for your voyage.
>>331214
About time.
>>331177
>There's no time to waste, you'll be leaving as soon as you've purchased whatever supplies are deemed necessary for your voyage.
>>331177
>There's no time to waste, you'll be leaving as soon as you've purchased whatever supplies are deemed necessary for your voyag
>>331177
>There's no time to waste, you'll be leaving as soon as you've purchased whatever supplies are deemed necessary for your voyage.
>>331177
>There's no time to waste, you'll be leaving as soon as you've purchased whatever supplies are deemed necessary for your voyage.
>>331177
>There's no time to waste, you'll be leaving as soon as you've purchased whatever supplies are deemed necessary for your voyage.
>>331177
>You've still got nine days left until you hit the deadline for the Triarch's task. You'll spend a day or two here preparing.
>>331177
>“Well, the most important way in which he differs from most samjan youth is in his forty foot wingspan.” That at least gets the man's attention, his only visible eye flying wide. “He's also about thirty feet long from nose to tail, covered in thick scales, and weighs several hundred pounds. Speaking of, you may want to have an Earth vatis on hand to repair any broken tiles. I count a grandmaster of the discipline among my companions, but she seems to use her skills primarily to carve her name into walls.”
This entire fucking paragraph.
I'd like a book of this quest put to prose.
>>331177
spend today gathering supplies, leave tomorrow morning
Why are there so many 1 posts for every vote?
>>331177
>There's no time to waste, you'll be leaving as soon as you've purchased whatever supplies are deemed necessary for your voyage.
>>331236
>I count a grandmaster of the discipline among my companions, but she seems to use her skills primarily to carve her name into walls.”
Chryssa a shit
>>331177
>>There's no time to waste, you'll be leaving as soon as you've purchased whatever supplies are deemed necessary for your voyage.
>>331245
Did you even notice how both votes have the exact number votes? That's kind of suspect.
>>331177
>>You've still got nine days left until you hit the deadline for the Triarch's task. You'll spend a day or two here preparing.
>>331262
If you exclude new IPs, it's still 5 vs 6 in favor of buying your shit and leaving.
There were 6 new IPs in this count >>331245 and 3 new IPs in this count >>330973. Two of the new IPs in the last count have posted since. One of them has not.
I dunno, just doesn't seem like an issue man.
>>331291
I came in for that last vote and haven't posted otherwise till now
>>331291
I just got in myself. Think that one guy who had a mental breakdown will show up? Or has he killed himself when he realized what a fag he was?
Literally Soma has implemented a "no new IPs" rule before and it didn't change anything. All it did was force people to post shit like "I exist" at the start of the thread and then go back to lurking for the whole quest. Implementing such a rule again won't do anything.
>>331446
It does techincally block a single exploit but how much that deters a motivated samefagger is questionable.
“I won't be spending more than a day here at the absolute most.” Much as you might like some time to read and meditate, you're working on a schedule here. “I need only buy supplies for my trip into Elaudia, and then I intend on setting off for that forsaken jungle. I'm operating on something of a time limit, you see. So I don't have the luxury of enjoying all that your temple has to offer.”
The Varistha makes no attempt to hide the mixture of disappointment and relief he's currently feeling. {Though I mourn being unable to examine this draconic son of yours, I must admit my gratitude. Housing a dragon for any longer than was necessary seems as though begging for trouble of one sort or another. We have seen them patrolling the mountains to the north of our temple, and the people who call Majhaya home are already on edge.}
The dragons truly have expanded their territory if they're patrolling this far to the east. “Do you have any recommendations regarding what I ought to bring with me on a trip into Elaudia? Assume the money at my disposal and the amount that I can carry are effectively infinite.”
Your host thinks on your question for some time, only to be interrupted by the sound of the door swinging open and slamming shut. A young woman, no older than twelve, garbed in the orange robes of a monk enters the room holding a clear glass pitcher filled with deep red wine as well as two cups. She's followed shortly by an older boy, perhaps fifteen, with a yellow sash. This brother carries a platter holding a bowl of stew, as well as a curious wooden contraption. The scent of pomegranates is almost overpowering as he sets the snaps the legs out underneath what you now realize is some sort of portable table and sets down what you think is a mixture of duck and rice.
The Varistha tucks into the stew greedily. It's not exactly what you'd call a breakfast dish, but it does look pretty good. You sip passively at your wine, finding it a passable vintage. It's just a little too tart, and they haven't spiced it at all, but it's certainly drinkable.
The monks depart, and even as the old man eats like a man starved his thoughts muddle your own. {I'm well aware that you posses a passage into the void dangling from your back. I can only assume it's been in your possession for some time, most men would not sit so comfortably at the edge of death otherwise. Know that you will need a several hundred feet of rope, many Elaudian temple complexes are constructed vertically and if you wish to rob them of their wealth you will be required to climb down quite a number of deep holes.}
(1/2)
The girl returns, this time with a small glass cup of yellow bastani. It's no more than a few spoonfuls, and you're surprised when she sets it down before you rather than the Varistha. You're not really opposed to a little something sweet, and if it's poisoned you can always just cure yourself with barely any expense of vys. Taking up the polished silver utensil, you scoop up a generous portion of the cold treat and enjoy the taste of rose water and saffron upon your tongue.
{You'll also want at least a few months worth of food and water.} You try to think off the top of your head how much food you have in your cloak. There's a few thousand pounds of meat, from that gargoyle you killed, and there's also of course the three months of food and water you still have stored away. {Unless of course, you count a skilled Water Vatis among your number. Other than that, I can't think of anything else you might need. Of course, perhaps once you're closer to the jungle you may encounter someone who knows the area better than I.}
The bastani is finished in only a few bites, and you return to your wine feeling quite content. “I think I should have food and water covered. I myself am a grandmaster of the second order, one of those being Water.” You pause to sip your wine, trying to decide just how you wish to ask your next question. “How did you know that I hadn't yet completed the rituals necessary to truly name myself a Child?”
Varistha Firdaus pauses his breakfast for only a moment to consider your question. {I have met a Child of Surya once before in my life. When I was still but a child. Despite the centuries which have passed, it has not been an experience easily forgotten. He was old, though I've since surpassed him in age. A man with grand horns crowning his head, and skin as black as coal. He did not have eyes, just hollow sockets filled with the fire of that realm he died in. I spent three days in his company and came to know him well by the end of our journey together. There is nothing specific which marks you as incomplete, but had you finished the process of becoming a Child I would surely know.}
>Ask if he has any advice to offer regarding the Ritual of the Gate
>Ask Varistha Firdaus something else. (Write-in)
>Thank him for his time, but you should be getting back to Nazir to finish preparations.
>Write-inBe right back, gonna grab some food.
>>331475
>Thank him for his time, but you should be getting back to Nazir to finish preparations.
>>331475
>>Ask if he has any advice to offer regarding the Ritual of the Gate
>>Does he know about the spirits that infest Elaudia? What are their mannerisms, how one should approach them, what their resources are, etc.
>>331475
>Thank him for his time, but you should be getting back to Nazir to finish preparations.
>>331475
Did you know Shezade, the old bastard was pretty cool
>>331493
ooh that's a good question
>>331475
>>Ask if he has any advice to offer regarding the Ritual of the Gate
>>Ask Varistha Firdaus something else. (Write-in)
ask him for general advice on useful tricks he's learned and for more specific advice about different methods of achieving grandmastery
also, ask about the armor we're looking for for the cat, just in case he knows anything about it
also this>>331486
>>331486
Sure, sounds good.
>>331475
>Ask if he has any advice to offer regarding the Ritual of the Gate
>Ask Varistha Firdaus something else. (Write-in)
Ask if he know's anything reguarding the Shapeing arts, the Higher tiers of Magic beyound the Basic elements, and advice on Nature and Fire Grand master meditations.
>>331475
>Ask if he has any advice to offer regarding the Ritual of the Gate
Better take the change to get some information on the ritual. But after this lets get moving.
>>331475
>Thank him for his time, but you should be getting back to Nazir to finish preparations.
LETS
FUCKING
GO
>>331475
>>Ask if he has any advice to offer regarding the Ritual of the Gate
>>331472
>{I'm well aware that you posses a passage into the void dangling from your back. I can only assume it's been in your possession for some time, most men would not sit so comfortably at the edge of death otherwise.
What did he mean by this?
>>331515
not an enchanter and we're not going to be teaching him.
>>331475
>>Ask if he has any advice to offer regarding the Ritual of the Gate
>>331517
for most people the void is a scary dangerous place.
>>331475
>Ask if he has any advice to offer regarding the Ritual of the Gate
>>331515
Nope.
>>331475
>>Ask if he has any advice to offer regarding the Ritual of the Gate
>>331517
>everyone assumes we know the dangers of the cloak
>Mik assumes everyone's just overreacting to the void
>>331590
But anon, we've been in the void.
>>331590
Every new person we meet we should have Ricky bring out a tentacle to shake hands with.
>>331590
Ricky would never let anything bad pass through.
>>331475
>He did not have eyes, just hollow sockets filled with the fire of that realm he died in
>he died in
So is that how it works? We have to die in whatever place the Gate takes us to?
>>331598
I assume he's implying that when a Child of Surya dies, they "return to Surya." Since Surya = Fire the child could have eyes that reminded the Varistha of Surya's domain
>>331479
>>331488
>>331507
>I'm out nigga
>>331568
>>331536
>>331533
>>331509
>>331503
>>331502
>>331497
>>331486
>Got any advice for a little nigga bouta light his ass on fire?
>>331486
>>331491
>>331494
>>331497
>>331499
>Elaudian Spirits
>>331493
>>331495
>Ask about Sehzade
>>331497
>Ask about armor
>>331497
>General tips n' tricks
>>331502
>Shaping Arts and other sorts of magic
I'll write for
>Ask about Ritual of the Gate
>Ask about Elaudian Spirits
and then I'll toss in at the end, as Mik's walking out the door
>Ask about Sehzade
Next time we meditate, we should meditate on creating a new effect of some kind.
>>331848
we should meditate on how to jerk ourselves off without using our hands.
“Did the child you meet pass down any advice regarding the Ritual of the Gate?” You've drained your wine cup by this point, so set it aside for now. “I've been thinking about undergoing it myself, but from what I've heard it's a tremendously dangerous undertaking. The vast majority of supplicants die and those that don't return altered by the experience.”
The Varistha nods his head, eyebrows drawn together in thought. {We spoke of many things, and the land beyond the Gates came up more than once. He told me of a land where the blood of the Earth boiled up through cracks in the ground, forming great lakes of molten rock. He described a pyramid, as the sort which populates the southern reaches of the Samrajya. Formed like grand steps. At the top sat an altar, and a horned woman with hair like fire.}
{She greeted him as a loving mother welcoming home a long lost son, and under her sway he laid himself willingly upon the blood-soaked stone. The woman whom he named Death incarnate drew a knife from her robes and carved the eyes from his skull, and the heart from his chest. He sought to exert his will upon the world but could not muster so much as a flickering flame in response, nor mend the wounds she'd dealt him. As the last vestiges of life drained from his mortal form, he woke upon the sands of the desert, just outside the temple where he'd been trained.}
{He says she turned his heart to stone and replaced his blood with molten rock. I was inclined to believe him, he had the scar upon his chest to prove it and lacked the vital pulse of life. He was a dead man, save for the fact he yet possessed the capacity for action and will.}
{I suppose my advice would be to undergo the ritual only when you're ready, for to enter that place to accept the will of the Gods. Letting them shape you as they see fit. It was not an undertaking without reward of course. The man I speak of, his soul did not dwell within his body. He merely inhabited it for a time. Crush his skull, sever his head, stab him through the chest and dismember his limbs. No harm done to him could ever truly rob him of his will. He did not die, merely passed once more through the gate. Grown tired of the life he lived, and hoping once more for that woman's embrace.}
(1/3)
>>331862
Darzi.
>>331862
We've already got manipulate.
You're a little surprised, being honest. You weren't expecting something quite so detailed. You'd also thought the mention of fire burning in empty sockets had been metaphor, but you suppose that wasn't the case. Certainly being unable to die would be useful for a man in your position, but you're not sure you'd want the reason for your invincibility being that you had already had your beating heart ripped from your chest. Still, the Paramatma said that for each man the Ritual of the Gate was different, and that nobody was granted exactly the same boon twice. Hopefully that means you won't necessarily be forced to sacrifice yourself upon an altar for a god you only tenuously revere.
{Have you any other questions, Mikhael of the Abdul-Hakim?} The old man's thoughts drag you forcefully from your own. {If not, I believe I will retreat to my chambers to meditate until such a time as I must announce your arrival before the assembled brothers and sisters of the cloth.}
You're about to thank him for his time, but on the other hand you do have one more question. “Do you happen to know anything of the spirits which dwell within Elaudia? I imagine they'll play a central role in my coming journey, and I'd rather enter conduct this mad errand I've been tasked with knowing what to expect.”
The Varistha rocks briefly in his stool, pushing himself to his feet with the aid of his iron staff. {I know some.} He professes, as he begins to hobble towards the door with you trailing behind. {Those most ancient of spirits are indistinguishable from the jungle itself. Fused with the landscape, an all-pervading presence at the edge of one's consciousness. These ancient spirits will not usually treat with mortals, though they will seek to defend their territory from mortal encroachment. It's for this reason that so many loggers vanish beyond the treeline.}
The guards fall into formation behind you and the Varistha, the monks from earlier slipping in to clear away the cups, dishes, and furniture. {As for the younger spirits, they tend to prefer mortal form. Rather, nearly-mortal form. You will easily recognize a spirit by its manner and appearance, I assure you. They may not recognize you nearly so easily. The half-snakes, they are not in truth spirits but a curious race of mortal. I cannot begin to guess at their origin. However, they worship a pantheon of powerful reptilian spirits. These I would not recommend offending.}
He stops at the door to the grand hall, leaning his weight heavily against his staff. {That is all I can profess to know of Elaudian spirits, I'm afraid. Have you any other questions?}
(2/3)
“Only one.” It's only just occurred to you, but your curiosity demands you ask. “Did you happen to know the Varistha Sehzade before his recent death?”
Concern flashes across the Varistha's face. {Sehzade is dead? We'd not received word. He taught me all I know of the elements, and was the man who inspired me to take on the vows. His last letter arrived naught but a few months ago, I'd been expecting his reply to my own shortly.}
How has the news not reached him? For what is supposedly a Grand Temple and a pilgrimage site, Majhaya certainly doesn't seem to get much news of the outside world. “He died no more than two months ago, so in all likelihood shortly after you received his last letter. There was a tear in the void on an island just off the coast, where the pirates who'd destroyed the fleet and killed the Shah made their base. He entered the portal alone and closed the breach before the creatures within could do any further harm.”
The Varistha's frown deepens as he pushes open the door to the grand hall and begins to hobble out into onto the balcony. {Sehzade always was a fool, always cherishing the idea of a warrior's death. I will need to begin preparations for a day of mourning.} He pauses just a few feet from the door, eye focused sightlessly upon the tiles below. {Thank you, for informing me. Though it wasn't your intention.}
With that, you and the Varistha part ways. Under less than happy circumstances, unfortunately. Still, a productive conversation over all. As you begin the long walk back to the chamber in which you'd arrived, your thoughts turn to just how exactly you intend to reactivate the portal.
>Contact Fulvia, you know she'll be awake at this hour and ought to be able to activate the portal.
>Search the chamber for some method of activating the portal from this side.
>Write-in
>>331865
So don't even think about doing it while we are on the god's shit list. Got it.
>>331871
>>Search the chamber for some method of activating the portal from this side.
Might find a neat rune or two.
>>331871
>Contact Fulvia, you know she'll be awake at this hour and ought to be able to activate the portal.
>>331873
Another reason to off Vic I suppose. Or to renegotiate our Contract with the Triarch for a middle route in getting them to fuck off.
>>331871
>Contact Fulvia, you know she'll be awake at this hour and ought to be able to activate the portal.
Just get everyone here.
Wait by reading the Shaping Arts
>>331871
>Contact Fulvia, you know she'll be awake at this hour and ought to be able to activate the portal.
>>331871
>>Contact Fulvia, you know she'll be awake at this hour and ought to be able to activate the portal.
Finish reading Shaping Arts while waiting.
>>331871
>>Search the chamber for some method of activating the portal from this side.
>>331871
>write-in
Scream at prof via the broaches until he does it
>>331871
>Contact Fulvia, you know she'll be awake at this hour and ought to be able to activate the portal.
>>331871
>>Contact Fulvia, you know she'll be awake at this hour and ought to be able to activate the portal.
>>331871
>Contact Fulvia, you know she'll be awake at this hour and ought to be able to activate the portal.
Lets get to Elaudia before a sidequest shows up and we delay another 20 threads
>>331912
Don't forget to write the fucking ending of Shaping Arts you kike.
>>331869
>reptilian spirits
Makes sense, samjans are jews and their ancestors lived in Elaudia.
{Fulvia.} Your thoughts ring out through the intervening distance, making contact with the vastness of your artificial companion's alien mind. {I've resolved my business in Majhaya for the moment and I need you to get down to reopen the portal so I can return. It's the third pillar, starting from the left. All you need to do is channel a little vys into the stone and that should activate the array.}
Her response comes with its usual immediacy. {I will see it done, Mikhael. Have you informed the temple of our imminent arrival?}
You pause at an intersection, struggling for a moment to recall in exactly which direction the chamber lies. {Indeed I have. I can't profess any fondness for the Captain of the Temple Guard. I know that he isn't mute, though he acts as though he is.} Perhaps he was being punished for speaking out of turn when he suggested your arrest the first time you visited the temple? Weeks spent condemned to silence are not an unusual punishment among Pani's faithful, though it's hardly a punishment at all for sufficiently skilled Nature Vatis. {How go your experiments with the new body? I noticed you seemed quite fascinated with the properties of its flesh.}
{They're going well, I have learned that this body possesses a sort of artificial flesh which heals of its own volition, at a very rapid pace.} Her response arrives just as you recognize a carving upon the wall of Pani mounting a figure you can only assume is Surya with the edge of a blade pressed against his throat. You head in its direction and soon find yourself once more in familiar territory. {It is also warm to the touch and capable of limited sensation, though I cannot judge whether this is due to the properties of the substance itself or some aspect of the enchantments placed upon it.}
Why would someone create an artificial body capable of both sensory perception? That doesn't seem like the sort of capability you'd expect a vessel designed solely for combat to possess. Regardless, you allow the conversation to peter off after that point, focusing instead on navigating the maze-like corridors of the temple. By the time you finally arrive once more at the chamber housing the portal, you find it open and waiting for you. Fulvia is nothing if not efficient.
(1/2)
Striding through, you're allowed some time to gather your thoughts without distraction. After all, the only things in this strange passage between the layers of creation are the pale shadows of reality, the curious grey fog which sits heavy upon the floor, and the pockmarked barrier separating your world from the void. Quite naturally you ponder just how long to wait before bringing your companions through the portal.
>Give the Varistha some time to inform the monks. You'll finish reading the Shaping Arts and perhaps start a second book first.
>Wake your companions, but allow them a moment to eat and dress themselves. After that, it's through the portal.
>You've wasted enough time as is, and there's food in the temple. Assemble your party and get going already.
>Write-in
>>332054
>Give the Varistha some time to inform the monks. You'll finish reading the Shaping Arts and perhaps start a second book first
>>332054
>>Give the Varistha some time to inform the monks. You'll finish reading the Shaping Arts and perhaps start a second book first.
>>332054
>>Give the Varistha some time to inform the monks. You'll finish reading the Shaping Arts and perhaps start a second book first.
>>332049
>Pani mounting a figure you can only assume is Surya with the edge of a blade pressed against his throat
>>332054
>You've wasted enough time as is, and there's food in the temple. Assemble your party and get going already.
>>332054
>Give the Varistha some time to inform the monks. You'll finish reading the Shaping Arts and perhaps start a second book first.
>Put the wagon in our magical realm for now so we can take it through the portal.
>>332054
>Wake your companions, but allow them a moment to eat and dress themselves. After that, it's through the portal.
>>332054
>You've wasted enough time as is, and there's food in the temple. Assemble your party and get going already.
>>332054
>You've wasted enough time as is, and there's food in the temple. Assemble your party and get going already.
Read while on the road.
>>332071
Or we could get Chryssa to separate it into parts, carry it through the portal, and then re-assemble it once she's through.
She's an Earth GM, after all.
>>332054
>You've wasted enough time as is, and there's food in the temple. Assemble your party and get going already.
>>332054
>Wake your companions, but allow them a moment to eat and dress themselves. After that, it's through the portal.
Finish Shaping Arts while they eat.
>>332054
>You've wasted enough time as is, and there's food in the temple. Assemble your party and get going already.
>>332054
>You've wasted enough time as is, and there's food in the temple. Assemble your party and get going already.
>>332054
>You've wasted enough time as is, and there's food in the temple. Assemble your party and get going already.
>>332054
>Give the Varistha some time to inform the monks. You'll finish reading the Shaping Arts and perhaps start a second book first.
>Wake your companions, but allow them a moment to eat and dress themselves. After that, it's through the portal.
Like give time to both groups.
>>332054
>You've wasted enough time as is, and there's food in the temple. Assemble your party and get going already.
>>332054
>You've wasted enough time as is, and there's food in the temple. Assemble your party and get going already.
>>332054
>Give the Varistha some time to inform the monks. You'll finish reading the Shaping Arts and perhaps start a second book first.
>>332054
>You've wasted enough time as is, and there's food in the temple. Assemble your party and get going already.
>>332054
>You've wasted enough time as is, and there's food in the temple. Assemble your party and get going already.
>>332054
>You've wasted enough time as is, and there's food in the temple. Assemble your party and get going already.
>>332054
>>Give the Varistha some time to inform the monks. You'll finish reading the Shaping Arts and perhaps start a second book first.
>>332054
>You've wasted enough time as is, and there's food in the temple. Assemble your party and get going already.
>>332054
>You've wasted enough time as is, and there's food in the temple. Assemble your party and get going already.
>>332054
>You've wasted enough time as is, and there's food in the temple. Assemble your party and get going already.
Voting's closed. Gimme a sec to count.
>>332054
>Give the Varistha some time to inform the monks. You'll finish reading the Shaping Arts and perhaps start a second book first.
Let's not undermine the whole reason we went over there to warn them just because we're impatient fucks.
Pretty suspicious desu
>>332110
>>332109
>>332108
>>332104
>>332101
>>332099
>>332093
>>332092
>>332090
>>332085
>>332084
>>332081
>>332077
>>332073
>>332069
>Wasted enough time.
>>332056
>>332062
>>332066
>>332071
>>332091
>>332094
>>332106
>Give Varistha some time.
>>332091
>>332083
>>332072
>Call your companions down for breakfast.
Because it is sorta weird to see a long string of new IPs all of a sudden, and because I'm about ready to put this samefag bullshit to rest. I'm gonna host a Final Destination vote with some tweaked rules.
>No New IPs
>Five Minutes Only
>Link to my post with the selected option, no other text.
So with all that in mind
VOTE
1
To leave immediately for the temple.
VOTE
2
To give Varistha Firdaus some time to prepare.
>>332140
wai
>>332150
wham
>>332154
Been lurking and was curius which one was mine cause i wanted to see how many posts i had.
>>332137
>Finally doing something about it
My work here is done. Time to sleep.
>>332159
you have earned your rest.
>>332148
>>332151
>>332155
>1
>>332139
>>332140
>>332142
>>332143
>>332144
>>332146
>>332149
>>332152
>2
>>332153
Doesn't count.
Alright, well... I suppose samefagging is a bit of a problem. I'm honestly impressed three dudes could make that many votes that quickly.
Suppose we've got some new Final Destination rules.
>>332167
*ahem* people admitted to samefagging in the vote for whether or not to kill vicitra, considering the shenanigans i hope you revisit that decision
>>332175
I samefagged the vote to be a Vatis.
When are you going to hold a FD vote for that, Soma?
When are we going to revote on becoming a disciple of Mahana. I samefagged the shit out of that vote.
>>332179
look at you, doin your thing, workin hard to put the Fag back in samefag. keep doin you anon, were all super proud of ya
>>332167
when are we going to revote on the lockout from the chryssa route? i samefagged the shit out of that vote
>>332189
I just got into this thread and all samefagging aside the actual quest is pretty dope
>>332199
This post is me by the way
>>332199
Glad yah like it, Anon.
>>332186
>>332179
Never ever.
>>332175
Asterisk actions make me want to shitpost at you, but on a serious note I'll probably host a revote before Mik leaves Nazir once and for all. Not the first post of next thread, but probably the second post of next thread. With the results being the third.
>>332199
There's an archive absolutely full of it. Start reading.
>>332209
This is me by the way.
>>332209
>probably the second post of next thread
>Trying to manipulate the outcome by having a vote before half your playerbase shows up
baka senpai desu
