Lemontree City Quest
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Welcome to Thread #2 of Lemontree City Quest! I think nobody could be bothered to archive the previous thread, so a bit of starting information:
>Who am I?
You are the wandering drunkard king of Lemontree City.
>Where am I?
You are deep within the flooded districts, those districts of Lemontree which were flooded when King’s Canal burst its banks. More specifically, you are at an outdoor bar in the middle of the night, chatting to a cute barmaid.
>Why am I here?
You and your friend have a map and are on a quest to find a chest of gold hidden in a courtyard by the banks of the canal.
>What’s been happening?
The barmaid has asked you if there are any distinguishing features to the courtyard you are looking for.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AFsNs0BxnNs
>There’s a fountain in the courtyard
“There’s a fountain in it,” you tell her.
“A fountain…” she muses, rinsing one of the wooden drink bowls. “I don’t know. Sorry. But, see that girl with the guitar?” She points over to where the dark-haired girl is still playing her mandolin by the edge of the stilted wooden patio which extends over the flowing water. “That’s Lily. She goes down nearer to the canal than I do; she could give you a bit of help. There’s some others who pass through here who know a little about those courtyards: in fact, that old man over there –“
She gestures to a white-bearded man varnishing a large piece of wood in a table near to the edge of the patio.
“- could probably tell you a few things you want to know about them. So you can get those… postcards you wanted.”
> Carry on talking to the barmaid and have a few more drinks whilst you talk
> Talk to Lily
> Talk to the old man
>Other
>>96447
>Talk to the old man
>>96636
>Talk to the old man
“Thanks, Lavender.”
You walk over to the old man sitting on a stool on the patio by the water. He looks up at you as you approach.
“Hello,” you say, “I am a traveller in these districts. I wondered if you could ‘elp me find my way somewhere.”
“Where?” he asks.
“I’m looking for a courtyard, wi’ a fountain in. Have you heard of it?”
“Aren’t y’ worried about the man-eating fish?”
“This bar’s full of men eating fish,” you reply. “What’s so strange about that?”
The man looks at you for a couple of seconds. “Nothin’,” he concedes. “But people have died by King’s Canal. It’s a dangerous place. I doubt you know these waterways and I discourage you from approachin’ the canal. It’s not for me to lead y’ to your death.”
> Pressure the old man to tell you about the courtyards
> Buy the old man a drink
> Talk to Lily
> Other
>>96937
>Buy the old man a drink
Woooooooooah, this is still up.
I abandoned this session after lack of activiity.
I would continue in this thread, but it's passed the three-day age limit and it's / it'll be autosaging.
>>112215
Come on OP, I bet there is still a bit of life in this this thread.
>Pressure the old man to tell you about the courtyards
>>112315
Well, since we managed to bump the thread, I'll carry on where I left off.
>>96937
>Buy the old man a drink
>Pressure the old man to tell you about the courtyards
“Wise sage,” you say to the old man, “master o’ the waterways. I intend to go to the courtyards, maybe even t’ the canal itself. Mayhaps I’ll be eaten by giant fish or toads, carried away by a bat or drowned by a current. It matters not. I am intent upon my goal: to find the courtyards or die in my attempt. But if you’d offer me your wisdom to help me in my venture, I’d be most thankful.”
The old man leans back on his stool, so far that you fear he will fall off backwards into the water. He puts his bare, age-spotted feet onto the table and you notice he’s missing three of his toes on one foot. “Communicatin’ knowledge makes me awf’ly thirsty,” he says. “I can’t do saging with a dry mouth.”
You pay a quick visit to the bar to pick the old man up a bowl of seaweed beer – whilst you’re there, the barmaid, Lavender, offers to buy the foot of giant toad’s tongue which you’re carrying around your neck like a scarf. You tell her you’ll consider it and rejoin the old man at the table.
Cont.
>>112408
The old man takes a big gulp of beer.
"There were six public courtyards in the old days. Three on each side o' the river: two west, two east an' two in the middle of the city. There were also the royal courtyard and some small private courtyards owned by alehouses and apartment buildings. For pub gardens, that sorta thing. Is there anythin' you know about this courtyard?"
>Tell him one of the courtyard's features
>Show him the map
>"No; I don't know anything more about it"
>Other
>>112435
>Show him the map
>>112435
>Tell him one of the courtyard's features
The fountain
>>112435
>Show him the map
>Tell him about the fountain
You take the map out of your pocket and unroll it. In the warmth of the bar, the map has dried out from falling into the water earlier, during your fight with the giant toad. But even though it’s dried out, the map’s still in bad shape: the lines of the scenery have blurred and the annotations have become nearly unreadable.
“I ‘ave this map,” you say, “for… err… finding rare herbs. Spices, medicines, all that stuff. I’m a botanologist. A customer o’ mine wants to help me find some plants for him.”
You think he’ll buy that – he looks like he knows fuck-all about herbs.
>“Oh really?” he asks.
“Yeah. Now then, I’m lookin’ for this courtyard ‘ere.” You point at a blurry square with a wavy, meandering river at the top. You point at a smudged square and say “that’s a fountain.”
>”Huh. Well, I don’t know ‘bout this map, but only the two fountains in the middle o’ the city had any fountains, far ‘s I know. They built ‘em ‘cause it’s hotter in th’ city’s centre.”
> ”Interesting. Do you know anythin’ else?”
>”Thanks for the info. I’ve got to be going.”
>”Tell nobody about this. Rare plants are serious business in Lemontree’s centre.”
>Other
>>112630
>only the two fountains
* only the two courtyards
>>112630
> ”Interesting. Do you know anythin’ else?”
