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 spooked a few grave robbers into serving your family and traveled through the spirit realm to return to your body.
It is currently the 24th of Svarthi, in the year 936 NH.
Character Sheet:
http://pastebin.com/8wLGz3HQ
Inventory:
http://pastebin.com/9mxDQn7N
Companions:
http://pastebin.com/tWc3Zjje
Spellbook:
http://pastebin.com/Tu1sVEnQ
Runic Library:
http://pastebin.com/7zQt9XLy
Current Missions:
http://pastebin.com/rzD5PPsU
Dice:
http://pastebin.com/nhswziq6
Magic:
http://pastebin.com/aYPzn0aU
http://pastebin.com/2iHKTQTS
Combat:
http://pastebin.com/e1peu2ih
http://pastebin.com/1niidZEa
Enchanting:
http://pastebin.com/jUQKQLLx
Fluff:
http://pastebin.com/ydKwNLba
http://pastebin.com/sijmZSSf
http://pastebin.com/UygnkCBe
http://pastebin.com/gR0sgiFu
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Notes:
Using names or trips in this quest is heavily discouraged. While it is impossible for me to prevent you from doing so, I ask that you not. I will also not count any votes made while using names or trips.
You passively wonder whether or not those warped lands will ever return to normal, somehow you doubt they will. The air there had seemed still, the wind did not stir the sands nor whistle through the arching pillars of black stone. An eerie silence blanketed the place, accompanied by an overwhelming sense of dread which seemed to weigh upon your chest despite your lack of physical form. It was an immense relief to escape its borders, and as you drift across the desert sands towards Nazir, you contemplate why you did not get the same sense of unease when you visited in your physical form to erect the cat spirit's shrine.
Lost in thought you soon find yourself approaching the city's walls without even realizing how far you've traveled. Curious that you felt so conscious and sure of yourself in that ancient tomb, yet here in lands not blanketed in corrupted vys you can barely keep yourself conscious and aware. In a way it's a blessing, time slips away from you with welcome rapidity when you can't both to keep track of who you are, but it's also concerning. Could it be a sign of the degradation of your physical form?
That thought drives you towards the palace with renewed haste. This late in the evening, the streets are abandoned save for the patrols of guardsmen through its streets. Much of the army is still camped outside the walls, what remains of it after the battle that is, but some soldiers have already left the city to return to their homes. These men are some of the very few to have faced a void beast and walked away from the encounter, it almost seems like a waste to let them simply slip away into obscurity.
(1/3)
You make it over the walls and through the city without incident, but the palace proves a slightly more daunting task. It practically glows with activity, even at this late hour. You think there might be some sort of celebration still going, as you spot a great mass of people in the courtyard. Dancers, jugglers, acrobats, indeed all manner of entertainers moving through a throng of well dressed men and women. Perhaps the local nobility, come to honor your brother's victory?
You fly around the side of the castle, in search of the window to your brother's solar. You feel Zahak's thoughts brush against yours, but they're indistinct. Flavored with tinges of memory and wisp of half-forgotten emotion. You think he's dreaming, and judging by the brief glimpse you're afforded it seems like a good dream. It's comforting to know that, even without your physical body, you can still communicate with Zahak should the need arise.
You find the solar soon enough, but slipping through the window you find it abandoned. Your body does not sit where you left it, and there is not a soul in sight. Frowning, you drift through the room and out the great wooden double doors. You suppose you were discovered, and dragged off somewhere upon discovery of your unconscious state. The most logical place to deposit your body would be your room, so that's the first place you resolve to check.
Before you even reach your own doorway, you can hear the voices of your companions engaged in heated argument. You pause outside the door to listen in, your curiosity getting the better of your judgment. “-brother! He's ruling in their father's stead, he'd be able to force the priest to keep Mik alive while he's off getting himself reduced to a gibbering idiot by the creatures of the void!”
(2/3)
That's Darzi's voice. To your surprise, it's Profectus who voices opposition to the idea. “Relax, Gun.” You think this is the first time you've ever heard someone use a shortening of Darzi's first name. “I'm sure he's fine. It hasn't even been a day yet, and yeah his pulse is weak but the same is true of anyone while they're asleep. I don't think that's any reason to go crashing through his brother's party demanding he drag the priest out of bed and force them to help Mik.”
You try to put your shoulder into the door to open it, but it seems in your own world you're far less physical than you were in the void. You pass straight through the wood, a strange sensation of nausea and dizziness momentarily overwhelming you. The conversation ceases immediately the eyes of your companions, Mortia, Fulvia, and Chrys included, turn towards you.
Darzi takes a few hesitant steps towards you, her head cocked to one side. “Mik?” She ask, but you don't respond. You just slip past her and through the doorway into your bedroom. Your body lies under the covers, head rested against a pillow. You'd almost think you were simply sleeping, were you not currently a disembodied spirit.
>ROOOOOLL 3d10-2 (+2 from Vatis, +4 from near-by shredded veil, +4 from A Terrible Thing to Waste, -12 from Mark of a Dragon Slayer) vs DC 20 to reenter your body without complications
Rolled 7, 7, 5 + 2 = 21 (3d10 + 2)
>>43710757
Rolled 9, 3, 2 + 2 = 16 (3d10 + 2)
>>43710757
Rolled 4, 3, 10 + 2 = 19 (3d10 + 2)
>>43710757
Rolled 9, 8, 10 - 2 = 25 (3d10 - 2)
>>43710757
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>>43710775
>>43710880
Shit niggas
Rolled 10, 10, 4 - 2 = 22 (3d10 - 2)
>>43710757
>>43710775
>>43710851
>>43710880
>19, 14, 17 vs DC 20
>Severe Failure!
Spend 1 vys for a Regular Failure?
Spend 4 vys for a Regular Success?
Spend 10 vys for a Great Success?
>Don't spend
>Spend 1
>Spend 4
>Spend 10
>>43710918
>Spend 10
>>43710918
>>Spend 10
I want to get back into the body plz
>>43710918
>>Spend 10
>>43710922
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>>43710934
>Spend 10
Writin'. That'll put you at 49/59, not that it's particularly pressing at the moment.
THIS THREAD IS A FEW DAYS LATE
You try simply slipping back into your body, but that doesn't work out. Any part of the shell of vys you've constructed around your exposed soul that touches your actual body is destroyed, scattered into your surroundings and almost immediately fading from sight. In the interest of expediency, you simply cut any ties you have with the shell and it disappears, the vys surrendered to the endless sea of ambient vys that blankets the world.
That done you focus, reinforcing the dull yellow sphere that compromises the outer shell of your soul. Golden light starts to build beneath its surface until all at once it spills out, filling the room with its brilliant light. You're not sure if anyone besides you can actually see it, but it's a beautiful display regardless. Thus prepared, you guide your soul towards your body. However, you meet resistance as your soul touches flesh. It's like some invisible, pliant barrier keeps you from resuming possession of your body. Try as you might, you just can't get past.
On a hunch you reinforce your soul further, and the more vys you push into your soul the less resistance you face. Pain burns through your arms as you suck in a deep lungful of air, eyes snapping suddenly open. You're alive, and you're physical again. The door burst open only moments later but you don't pay your companions any mind, forcing yourself into a seated position and rolling up the sleeves of your under robes.
The tattoos on your arms are giving off an ominous red glow, casting curious patterns of light across the room as they writhe and twist across the surface of your skin. They almost seem alive, the intricate designs contorting themselves into even more complex patterns as they revolt against the intrusion of your soul. You wonder if that's a result of the dragon blood and bone mixed in with the ink, or purely a result of the runes on the back of your hands.
(1/2)
Your thoughts feel clouded and foreign, but you assume the effect will pass with time. Darzi is looking at you warily, a dagger in hand, while Fulvia, Mortia, and Profectus wait by the door. Chrys, though she doesn't have her weapon drawn, rest her hand upon the handle of her mace. They're probably worried that you're possessed by some sort of foreign spirit, or something.
You gold up a hand, causing Darzi to flinch away as though she expects you to start spewing fire. “Relax, it's just me.” You try to sound reassuring, but you don't think it has much effect. “I was just meditating is all, I got a little side tracked and ended up leaving my body unoccupied for a bit longer than I'd intended.”
Chrys raises an eyebrow. “If that is the case, why did you not return through the void and why could we see you as you entered the room? From what I understand, the soul is an invisible thing save to those deep in a meditative trance or using an artifact.”
You're not really sure you want to admit to screwing around in an ancient tomb while they were worrying over your impending demise, Darzi will probably yell at you for not giving them some sort of warning, which isn't really something you want to deal with at the moment.
>Just make something up about being ejected from the void, not like they're experts on the subject.
>Tell them to the truth, you screwed around for a few hours without actually accomplishing what you set out to do.
>Write-in
>>43711534
>>Tell them to the truth, you screwed around for a few hours without actually accomplishing what you set out to do.
>>43711534
>Tell them to the truth, you screwed around for a few hours without actually accomplishing what you set out to do.
>>43711534
>Tell them to the truth, you screwed around for a few hours without actually accomplishing what you set out to do.
>>43711534
>Tell them to the truth, you screwed around for a few hours without actually accomplishing what you set out to do.
>>43711534
>Tell them to the truth, you screwed around for a few hours without actually accomplishing what you set out to do.
>>43711561
>>43711578
>>43711592
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>>43711597
Writin'
>>43711534
>>Tell them to the truth, you screwed around for a few hours without actually accomplishing what you set out to do.
>>43711649
I really shouldn't have these reaction images right next to one another.
>>43711673
Lilly's route.gif
I love our companion's reactions to our antics.
>>43711649
>mik i fucking swear if you somehow managed to find and explore a dangerous abandoned ruin despite not even being in a physical body i will fucking strangle you with my thighs
>>43711950
Oh no, that sounds awful.
>>43711950
>chill I just went to the most dangerous place in the world without a body and almost corrupted myself
Soma's home is on fire. RIP
>>43712471
rip in piss soma. you wont be missed.
You sink back against the headboard, only now noticing that you're wearing fresh clothes. The under robes you're wearing now have a subtle pinstripe of gold thread, something your previous robes lacked. Well, whatever. It's not important at the moment. “It's something of a long story. The gist of it is, I discovered a palace probably built by some sort of ancient enchanter while I was exploring the void. Inside this palace I found a runic array tied to a second array inside an old abandoned tomb which lies deep inside the Pa'vala, from what I gathered.”
Fulvia perks up. “Wait, hold on a moment. Did you say you found a man made construction inside the void, and more than that a construction with direct and permanent ties to our own reality? Such a thing should be impossible. The void consumes any physical object left too long inside, barring the protection of a native that is.” She nods towards your cloak, currently neatly folded on the bedside table.
You might theorize that items left in the void are not so much consumed as dragged off by that strange entity you met after 'assassinating' the Shah. However, now is not the time nor the place for that particular discussion. “Whoever made it seems to have first constructed a pocket of our reality within the void. I learned whilst meditating that the void is bound together by some manner of silver rope, and between these the enchanter had woven a series of golden threads.”
Fulvia seems on the cusp of asking a follow-up question, but Darzi beats her to the punch. “You were saying something about a tomb...?”
(1/2)
>>43712471
What?
Right, right. Back to the story. “I found a tomb which housed the body of the enchanter and a few grave robbers currently engaged in, well, robbing his grave. Their theft activated some sort of trap, but I managed to trick them into handing over the artifact they'd stolen and that calmed the constructs sent to rip them limb from limb. They ran off, promising to serve my family with undying loyalty, and instead of returning to the void I opted to return via the cat's spirit realm. So I had to fly back to Nazir from the warped lands where the portal to the void once sat.”
A thought occurs to you. “By the way, what did I look like? I perceived of myself as more or less looking how I look, just glowing gold and transparent. However, if none of you recognized me it seems safe to assume that wasn't the case.”
Chryssa shrugs, letting her hand fall away from her mace. “You appeared as an apparition. A being of golden light. Humanoid, and vaguely masculine, but I could not have said much more than that.”
Darzi shoots Chrys a strange look, you might call it suspicious, or perhaps concerned. “I didn't even see that much. You were just sort of a formless collection of white mist shooting through the room. I sort of just assumed it was you because, well, it seemed more likely than you being a wandering spirit which just so happened to detect a soulless corpse to possess.” She slides the dagger into sheath hanging from her hip. “I decided it was best to be safe.”
Profectus just shrugs, while Mortia shifts her weight uncomfortably from one foot to the other. Curious, how strange phenomena appear to those of differing levels of sanity. “Right then, since we're all in agreement that I'm not some sort of horrendous monster escaped from the void. What's with the celebration downstairs? It seems I've missed something.”
(2/3)
Now Mortia chooses to speak, seemingly glad for the change of topic. “Zaahir elected to invite a bunch of nobles and officials from the city and the surroundings for a feast, he sent the invitations out after the battle ended but most of them are only just now arriving. We're actually supposed to be there, we're going to be honored or something by the attendants, but I snuck away after Profectus found you in the solar.”
>Well, you should probably haul yourself out of bed and get dressed to attend the feast.
>Feasting sounds so dull. You'd much rather get back to meditating. You still haven't found a gateway to meditate upon.
>Why was Profectus looking for you?
>Write-in
>>43712697
>>Why was Profectus looking for you?
>Well, you should probably haul yourself out of bed and get dressed to attend the feast.
>>43712697
>>Well, you should probably haul yourself out of bed and get dressed to attend the feast.
>>43712697
>Well, you should probably haul yourself out of bed and get dressed to attend the feast.
>>43712697
>Well, you should probably haul yourself out of bed and get dressed to attend the feast.
>>43712697
>>Well, you should probably haul yourself out of bed and get dressed to attend the feast.
>Why was Profectus looking for you?
>>43712697
>Why was Profectus looking for you?
>Well, you should probably haul yourself out of bed and get dressed to attend the feast.
>>43712697
>Well, you should probably haul yourself out of bed and get dressed to attend the feast.
>Why was Profectus looking for you?
>>43712697
>Why was Profectus looking for you?
>Well, you should probably haul yourself out of bed and get dressed to attend the feast.
>>43712697
>>Well, you should probably haul yourself out of bed and get dressed to attend the feast.
>Why was Profectus looking for you?
>>43712697
>>Well, you should probably haul yourself out of bed and get dressed to attend the feast
>>Why was Profectus looking for you?
Also ask Mortia what she saw, with her Nature magic it might be interesting.
>>43712728
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>>43712740
>>43712762
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>>43712821
>Might as well go to a feast in your honor.
>>43712821
>>43712795
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>>43712762
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>>43712728
>Yo nigga, you need somethin'? Just say the word, son, I gotchu.
>>43712821
>Ask Mortia why she's bein' so awkward.
Writin'
Just wanted to say that Mik didn't buy Mortias glass armour, she bought it for herself.
P.S. Best Quest and playerbase. Keep beeing awesome and godspeed.
>>43712963
>playerbase
>>43712963
>P.S. Best Quest and playerbase. Keep beeing awesome and godspeed.
>and playerbase
I don't have an isthisniggaserious.jpg sufficient for this comment.
>>43713008
Can I not enjoy in a shit flinging contest that these threads have boiled down to?
I mean Soma is a genius, he gave you guys so many things with which there are sides to choose that you are too divided for any kind of higher cooperation. It's glorious.
>>43713008
>>43713033
And this is why I love you guys.
>>43713097
>tfw Banished Quest is just a very elaborate shitpost
>>43713008
>>43713033
Other playerbases are 100% pure grade pussies that can't handle the bantz. This is the only one that handle a joke.
>>43713131
It's just a logical evolution of Shadow Quest.
>>43713097
>he gave you guys so many things with which there are sides to choose
All quests have multiple options to vote on retard
>>43713139
Banished either makes you or brakes you.
>>43713139
u wot m8? i swer u are one cheeky cunt mate, say it to my face and not online and we'll see what happens. i swer 2 christ I'll hook you in the gabba. you better shut your mouth or im calling me homeboys rite now preparin for a proper rumble. tha rumble thatll make your nan sore jus hearin bout it. yer in proper mess ya nob head.
>>43710712
Soma, the Pratima omake was interesting. Why is she so stupid?because it runs in the family? are her choices controlled by an image board, too?
Could you please make an "omake master pastebin" which lists all the omakes?
Reminder that cat niggas are still alive thanks to soma not killing them off when he answered his ask like some assumed last thread.
>>43713166
Nah, not that m8.
The waifu, cat disciple, and other choices with longer lasting consequences. You guys even bitch over choices that are way too old, like the mask.
>inb4 waifus not having longer lasting consequences.
>>43713257
>what is chryssa
>>43713241
>Could you please make an "omake master pastebin" which lists all the omakes?
It's called his Pastebin account.
http://pastebin.com/u/Dintin
>>43713283
Chryssafags eternally btfo
>>43713283
Best girl.
>>43713257
The mask was our best decision.
>>43713241Semiha is pretty dimwitted.
And that's a pretty good idea, I'll get around to it after the thread. I've decided I'll do another, further delaying the Aylin Does Anthus omake. This one will be about Prof's last day as a Rhynian soldier before he was put in storage.
>>43713249
Why would the cat's disciples have died?
>>43713300
Gorillawarfarecopypasta.txt
>>43713344
>further delaying the Aylin Does Anthus omake
>>43713344
I'd say you should run a side-thread where we play as Pratima but you're already running too many quests so nevermind. Maybe if you're in the mood for the Banished universe but not Mikhael, then let us play as Pratima.
Magic is the best girl.
>>43713344
>further delaying the Aylin Does Anthus omake.
For what purpose?
>>43713429
Ayy lmao a shit anyway
>>43713415
And Cryss is magic.
>>43713344
>Why would the cat's disciples have died?
i was talking about the anons who are for the cat.
By saying that the cat will suck miks dick and thus make him alpha disciple if asked when we give him the key meant that they still had hope. Especially compared to last thread where people were boasting about them finally losing.
>>43713474
>make him alpha disciple
That was never said.
>>43713474
Gotta keep the status quo.
>>43713474
Being a disciple would have been fun.
>>43713509
i don't really care about this, but yea, it was. He said he'd make us first among all his disciples and we'd get tons of prestige all that
>>43713536
I prefer myself a slave owner not a slave. No matter how fancy of a slave I would be.
>>43713474
Or once we open the vault we could request complete knowledge of enchanting.
>>43713509
>If he would suck dick for it, does it mean the disciple fags still have a chance of winning since it would give us a chance of still being an alpha disciple?
>Maybe. The reason that disciples are very hierarchical is based on the nature of the soul and the nature of disciplehood.
Which probably means we would need to convince him.
http://pastebin.com/kJH28fiZ
also a nice reminder about disciples.
>>43713573
I think it only goes as far as the cat knows.
I still find it retarded that people let go an enchanting robot and said bullshit reasons for doing so.especially since that nigga said he would spread and use enchanting to make a kingdom.
>>43713559
No, he didn't. He said we MIGHT still have a chance of getting the head disciple spot. There is no guarantee.
>>43713573
Mik's brain was struggling with beeing spoon fed, complete knowledge is a bad idea. All at once it is. If we got ten runes a day until we've got all that would be nice.
>>43713621
>>43713561
whoops i forgot to link you.
http://pastebin.com/kJH28fiZ
Soma bassically already answered this disciple stuff in the pastebin/the thread it was in and following threads/and his ask.
>>43713621
>>Maybe.
>>43713645
probably would need to haggle or do something.
>>43713621
>especially since that nigga said he would spread and use enchanting to make a kingdom.
He won't get far especially since we now know why the empire collapsed.
>>43713683
it fell apart because of spirits causing a civil war and also because some spirits said fuck this bullshit and started killing enchanters right?
thats the only real reason i can remember.
>>43713573
Or when we open the vault, we could consume the magic bead and take that power for ourselves.
>>43713774
soma straight up said thats suicide.
>>43713757
Basically and the Aleamond empire is almost certainly ruled by a spirit who hates enchanters.
>>43713799
he also implied that if we study the enchantments in our brain we could fuck with it and figure out why we can't become divine.
>>43713344
right?
>>43713835
Whooo knooows~
>>43713814
>>43713757
you guys forget the reason the second one happened is because of the little bitch in or head.
>>43713855
KEEP WRITING.
>>43713835
nigga gods made sure to bless samnji, and also make sure we can't accept that shit.
I doubt we can fuck with a gods encasement at this stage especially the one in our mind.no clue if the other degenerates can accept it, but we samnji can't.
>>43713883
I'd rather he kept shitposting.
>>43713933
I'd rather his sister shitposted while Soma is forced to write while locked in a little box, able to move only his fingers, mouth, and ass.
>>43713855
Can we give Fulvia the books on Hiacia and tha al hikars and tell her to see if she can find out where the key is at?
>>43710719
>that arrow in the corner indicating here be filthy elves
Soma you sly dog.
>>43714316
That's old news, friend.
>>43714363
sorry, didn't take a good look at the map and I just found out.
>>43713855
Hey Soma, Elaudia was one of the options for places to go way back in thread one right? We'd heard legends about beast masters or some shit like that? Is it going to be possible for us to learn that or would we have to reinvent it?
>>43714414
Who~
Knows~
>>43714441
that doesn't look like the beast master's tamed the beast.
>>43714441
Coolio, I just wanted to make sure we weren't like permanently locked out of it because we didn't go there in the beginning
>>43714414
I think that was the desert
That is if your talking about the very first option og the quest
>>43714456
Who says every attempt is successful?
>>43714523
>This knot-taker could've been our waifu
>Instead we got chryssa
>>43714552
>>43714521
Looking back on it, it seems that the beastmaster thing was anons idea, or at least that Soma hadn't said anything explicit about it
On a different note, is the anon working on the e-book in the thread? How is it coming?
>>43714441
After OD'ing on /k/'s innawood stories, I don't even feel a single "nope" at the sight of this.
Slow thread today.
>>43714777
>1 1/2 hours since he started writing
Pretty average.
>>43714777
Have we reached peak shitposting today?
Also nice trips.
>>43714777
Soma missed two threads. I guess a lot of people assumed he'd miss this one, too.
You throw back the covers, sliding off the feather mattress and stretching to work some of the stiffness from your limbs. Not moving at all for... well, you're not actually sure how long you were away from your body. The majority of the day, you can confidently say that much. “I think I will get dressed then. I'll meet you outside and we can head down to the feast together. Relax after a stressful evening.”
Chrys nods before she turns to leave and Darzi follows suit shortly after. Once your companions have cleared out of your room and shut the door so you can change in private, you snatch your cloak off the bedside table and lay it out across the mattress. It doesn't take more than a few minutes for you to pull on the layered purple and gold Grandmaster's robes and the worn leather boots you've had since your journey began. Once you've fixed your brooch onto your robes, you throw on your cloak with a suitable dramatic flourish and stride out the door.
Your companions are waiting for you, mostly clustered about a hookah pipe sprawled amongst pillows, though Profectus is poking through a wine rack. You snap your fingers to get their attention. “Let's get going, I don't want to leave the local nobility waiting for too long.” Even if you probably do immensely outrank most of them, they're still your family's subjects. Thus, it would be wise to stay on their good side.
As Profectus walks past, you fall in next to him at the front of your little gaggle of freaks and misfits. “So what did you need me for? I think Mortia mentioned you were looking for me.”
A spark of recognition flits across his face. “Right! Shit, I almost forgot. Listen, Mik. Do you remember me telling you about meeting some weird guy in El-Amin who carved a symbol on my arm?”
You vaguely remember him telling you that, you think. “Sure, what of it?”
(1/2)
He glances around briefly, but ultimately shrugs. “Well, it's been acting up lately. Like, I decided to meditate. Since, y'know, I'd been neglecting it lately. When I started to fall into a trance though I felt like... I don't know, like there was someone with me, in my head. Something else that wasn't me. It was this vast, alien presence, like talking to Fulvia with a brooch, but it wasn't saying anything and I'd swear by the Niki's blade it wasn't Fulvia.”
You've theorized for a long time now that his arm was the result of trying to fuse a spirit with a mortal, and this pretty much confirms your suspicions. You've seen minor fire spirits flitting about his arm several times already and they seem more or less harmless, but if there's a much more powerful spirit lying dormant in his arm you worry for his sanity. What if one day he blast some poor unfortunate soul into a smear of black ash on the ground and for his trouble the spirit in his arm awakens and tries to take over his body?
On the other hand, what if he can only unlock his arms true potential by awakening the spirit? What if, would he only speak with it, he could unlock some previously unknown potential? You can only imagine what sort of power one might gain from having a spirit for an arm. Harnessing the power of the divine itself with a gesture could be immensely useful.
>Suggest that he try to communicate with the foreign presence next time he meditates, if it's still there.
>He should leave it alone, lest he inadvertently get everyone killed.
>It's his decision to make, but tell him your theory regarding his arm.
>Write-inSorry about the wait, been splitting my attention between helping my sister with her homework, writing, andshitposting.Gonna grab food, then I should be more or less out of distractions.
>>43714904
>>Suggest that he try to communicate with the foreign presence next time he meditates, if it's still there.
>>43714904
>>It's his decision to make, but tell him your theory regarding his arm.
suggest that he start looking into metal magic just in case
>>43714904
>>It's his decision to make, but tell him your theory regarding his arm.
>>43714904
>Suggest that he try to communicate with the foreign presence next time he meditates, if it's still there.
>Meditate with him.
>>43714904
>Suggest that he try to communicate with the foreign presence next time he meditates, if it's still there.
>Write-in
ASK THE FUCKING CAT.
I have been saying this ever since we first learned of it, but you niggas don't want to for some reason.
>>43714904
>>Write-in
Teach him mental fortification techniques so he doesn't go insane from the spirit.
>>43714904
>Offer meditating with him to commune with the spirit, so that we can help him bend it to his will if it tries to take him over.
>>43714904
>Suggest that he try to communicate with the foreign presence next time he meditates, if it's still there.
>>43714958
This. Maybe get the whole gang in on it.
>>43714904
>>Suggest that he try to communicate with the foreign presence next time he meditates, if it's still there.
>>43714904
>Suggest that he try to communicate with the foreign presence next time he meditates, if it's still there, but tell him your theory regarding his arm.
Cat time as well.
We should tell them our plan to get rid of a parasite.
>>43714904
>>Suggest that he try to communicate with the foreign presence next time he meditates, if it's still there.
>>43714904
>It's his decision to make, but tell him your theory regarding his arm.
>>43714904
Have we ever taken a look at the tattoo? I don't remember
>>43714904
>>Suggest that he try to communicate with the foreign presence next time he meditates, if it's still there
and
>>tell him your theory regarding his arm.
>>43714950
>>43714961
Thirding metal magic.
We should do an "introduction to metal magic" meditation with all our companions, since Fulvia is the only one who knows any metal magic.
>>43714904
>Suggest that he try to communicate with the foreign presence next time he meditates, if it's still there.
>>43715080
>We should do an "introduction to metal magic" meditation with all our companions, since Fulvia is the only one who knows any metal magic.
That would be pretty cool. I could vote for that. Probably wouldn't have a chance to until a few threads for now since I don't see us getting past the dinner party tonight.
>>43715080
I already voted for teaching Prof metal magic, but teaching everyone some would probably be a great idea seeing as we seem to attract insanity and that Soma has said it gives some protection from corrupted vys, and corrupted vys will probably become more of a threat as we start to get to Elaudia
>>43715152
you mean the dessert.
The jungle is another different matter.
I believe its full of spirits.
>>43715193
that too, but dead spirits produce corrupted vys, so I wouldn't be surprised if we encountered it there
>>43715257
>>43715193
well thats good news, more spirit wars and a more happy cat.
>we end up doing more for the cat, than the two niggas he recruited.
>>43715295
>Yes, we suck cat dick better than his little bitchs
>We are queen bitch
This is what you want
>>43715295
I think that's inevitable, and I'd rather our relationship with the cat be remain a friendly professional one, not a subservient one
>>43715335
The cat is a resource, why shouldn't we take advantage of it?
>>43715335
>not wanting awesome fights/wars
>not wanting more fast travel locations
The cat owns our land is basically our landlord, and I rather keep a good relationship with him, and helping him out should be fun.until we get another gm so that the skeletons can kidnap us for their mission.
>>43714931
>>43714958
>>43714959
>>43714980
>>43714998
>>43714999
>>43715006
>>43715080
>>43715091
>Try talking to it.
>>43715080
>>43715031
>>43714999
>>43714955
>>43714950
>Tell him your theory.
>>43714950
>>43714955
>>43715031
>His decision to make
>>43714958
>>43714992
>>43714961
>>43714950
>>43715080
>Meditate with/help him in some way.
So, you'll tell him your theory regarding his arm and suggest that next time he try to communicate. Then suggest that he train up his Metal magic and offer to help him if he feels like he needs it.
>>43715354
>professional one, not a subservient one
eh soma explained that in his pastebin/thread after finding out about disciples.
its more like a partnership, rather than a master slave relationship.
Though I do think it can become something similar to that if you are in his realm and have low metal mastery/shit will.
>>43715401
Can we be a little more firm with our suggestion of metal magic? Maybe mention how it's saved our life.
>>43715401
is your pastebin still right or did you change your mind about it?
Just asking since its been a few months since it was made.
>>43715468
mention how it can help him in sex.
Like becoming extra flexible or ultra hard.
>>43715444
We're giving him a bit of power over us, I don't think it would suddenly turn into Mahana barking orders and what not, but it would change the basic nature of the relationship. It's similar to how a friendship changes when a friend is working for you
>>43715495
That would actually probably be a good argument to convince him
>I come back two hours later and only one post.
sigh
>>43715495
elves cannot resist a suggestion this degenerate.
This totally will work in convincing him.
are all you guys forgetting that either prof or darzi are either at their limit or almost at their limit?
so adding another element now would be bad i think.
the only ones that could go full magic are mortia,mick, and chrysa.
Maybe fulvia if we ever enter her and give her theinfo.
>>43715664
What was Prof's exact limit, again?
>>43715664
They could always use mediation drugs to expand their limits.
>>43715401
yo soma what did our master say were the limits again?
>>43715774
i'm up for drugging our friends and helping them out with their meditations.
>>43715812
Prof could only manage GM in one element.
>>43715848
>>43715664
Getting a couple ranks in metal, even if he doesn't get anywhere near GM, is better than nothing when fucking with spirits. We can probably find or make>implyingsome enchanted item that boosts mental/soul defenses even more to help him make up the some of the difference.
>>43715664
Being at the limit doesn't mean you can't learn new things, just that it's more difficult (negativ modifier to meditation rolls). The modifier gets larger for each element you have at limit level (we don't know what that is for them, probably expert or master), but you can learn the low steps (novice, apprentice) of an element just fine, even with -8 it is still possible to beat a DC of 20 if they spend. Now pushing everything to master before having one at GM would be bad, because then GM will be almost impossible because of the modifier.
>>43715848
"... two at the most, with difficulty"
>>43715898
Or we could make our metal GM to bind the spirit's essence to Prof's soul to make it subordinate to him or something.
>>43715938
>Or we could make our metal GM to bind the spirit's essence to Prof's soul to make it subordinate to him or something.
That's not how it works you little shit. That's straight up divine essence manipulation not Metal which we can't do yet.
>>43715992
Time to learn, then.
>>43715992
>>43715938
soma has hinted that if we did gate meditations we would find something out about divine essence.
i don't know weather it was fire or metal though.
>>43716020
>>43716028
Well it's not you guys are ever going to read the book on Divine essence manipulation which we have.
>>43716062
I for one would rather fuck bitches and raid ruins than learn about manipulating divine essence.
I wish we never learned about soul crap and spirits.
>>43715992
Couldn't we do something like reversing the runes on the crown and forcing it upon the spirit? It leeches off Prof anyway, might as well make it a contract/bind.
>>43715664
It's possible with hard work, a good envoirment and some help to go very far beyond your limit, it's just harder.
>>43716062
which book?
>>43716116
Divine essence is essentially god mode.
>>43716133
Nope. Requires essence manipulation.
>>43716199
Shaping arts.
>>43716205
>Divine essence is essentially god mode.
And?
Is Prof's arm part of the spirit itself or just simply its container?
>>43716205
If we 're to find the right runes and conduct the right enchantment we could force a spirit to do just about anything. They aren't immune to enchantments and shit.
unexpected image shitpost
>>43716253
Dude that's fucking flashcrafting you fuckwit.
>>43716282
This is a shitpost-free zone, sir. Take your Jojo garbage elsewhere.
>>43716282
That looks like Brolly and that one dude who pokes you in the forehead, day's your already dead, and then you're head explodes.
>>43716261
I suspect divine essence manipulation allow you to alter the way enchantments interact.
This entire quest is just one big shitpostsoma takes so long to update because he's just fucking with us all
>>43716312
Nah, that's enchanting with the soul of a spirit, or their divine essence.
>>43716312
I suspect ur mum is a whore.
>>43716288
Yet it was talking about shaping of the mind dumbass. It would eventually go into shaping of the soul.
As the two of you walk through the halls of your brother's palace you explain, in brief, your theory regarding Profectus' arm. That it's actually a spirit somehow bound to his body by ancient Rhynian enchanters and that it lies dormant for some unknown reason. You actually wonder, briefly, whether the spirit realm you discovered in Anthus had anything to do with the spirit in Profectus' arm. You think Mahana mentioned that it had belonged to a spirit other than the one occupying it, who was too weak to really do much with a realm of his own.
He follows along in stunned silence until you reach the bottom of the stairs, at which point he puts a hand on your shoulder. You stop, turning to find him staring at you with the most serious expression you can ever recall him wearing. That's saying something considering you've seen him bleeding out with a gaping wound in his side on a battlefield swarmed by horrendous monsters from outside reality.
He takes a deep breath, steadying himself. “Mik, why didn't you tell me this sooner? I've wanted to know what my arm is for years, technically centuries. How long have you been thinking about this?”
You run your fingers through your hair while considering an answer. Finally, you shrug. “To be honest, I wasn't sure whether or not I was right. The only reason I chose now is that this other presence has resolved my remaining doubt. I always though that surely if there was a spirit living in your arm, you'd notice it. As for how long, probably a month now.”
(1/3)
Sometimes it still strikes you as odd how drastically your life has changed in less than three months. Friendships forged in the fires of war, and all that. “While we're on the topic of that arm of yours, I recommend you attempt to communicate with the spirit but at the same time look into Metal magic. Not only will it allow your arm greater flexibility in terms of use outside blasting things to dust, it will also help you defend your mind against this foreign presence. It's saved my life numerous times already.”
Profectus rubs the back of his neck uncomfortably. “I don't know, Mik. I mean, learning another elemental branch of magic? I'm struggling just with Fire and Earth.”
You glance towards the grouping of your other companions, only a few feet away. “You guys go on ahead, I'd like to speak with Profectus privately.”
Darzi nods, and following her lead Mortia, Chryssa, and Fulvia trail off towards the sounds of revelers. Turning back to Profectus you rest a hand companionably on his shoulder. “Listen, you know I'm here to help you if you need help. All you have to do is ask, it's really no trouble at all.” He's about to protest, but you cut him off. “And, as I've learned growing increasingly skilled with the magical arts, it has certain uses outside of combat as well.”
He doesn't seem to pick up on what you're talking about, so you try to be a little more clear. “Metal magic can reinforce more than just your soul, your mind, or your bones. Anything you can think of, it can... harden.”
The pregnant pause seems to get the message across, you would think you just revealed some great prophecy to the degenerate, the way his face lights up. “Really, now? Well, maybe I should look into it. There's no such thing as being able to endure for too long. If it reduces the amount of rest I need, perhaps it could even allow me to fight more than one opponent...”
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Talk about a titanic shift. He's gone from reluctant to eager in the space of a minute. “I thought that might interest you. Now then, we've a party to attend. Do try not to get yourself killed making advances on a nobleman's wife.” You clap him affectionately on the shoulder before turning to walk off. He joins you, his usual levity returned.
When you reach the courtyard you find that the immense crowd has parted somewhat to allow a group of monks to perform their traditional whirling dance. From what you understand it started as a form of meditation, though most don't use it any more. They twist and twirl, their long robes flaring out around them as they flow through and around one another like water. One man plays oud, another a camel skin drum, and a third an enormous qanun, a type of string instrument with seventy-two strings.
Some of the onlookers clap and cheer as they watch the priest twirl around the courtyard, but you're more interested in finding your companions. Profectus is already wandering off towards an opened barrel of wine has been opened and wooden cups are being distributed, but you can see neither hide nor hair of Darzi, Mortia, Chrys, or Fulvia. They were only a minute or two ahead of you, how far could they have really gone?
>Meh, enjoy yourself. They've got Darzi with them and she's got a good head on her shoulders.
>Look for your brother. That's probably where Mortia will be, since she's supposed to be a guest of honor just like you.
>Your presence doesn't seem immediately necessary. Maybe you could find Jinan, the leader of the slaves assigned to you, and sneak off somewhere.
>You should make sure they're okay. Even if they do have Darzi with them, this isn't exactly a crowd likely to be friendly to foreigners.
>Write-in
>>43716748
>You should make sure they're okay. Even if they do have Darzi with them, this isn't exactly a crowd likely to be friendly to foreigners.
paranoia tingles.
>>43716748
>You should make sure they're okay. Even if they do have Darzi with them, this isn't exactly a crowd likely to be friendly to foreigners.
>>43716748
>>You should make sure they're okay. Even if they do have Darzi with them, this isn't exactly a crowd likely to be friendly to foreigners.
That's weird. Mik isn't usually so concerned about his friends. We're at low Insanity too. This sounds like a hint.
>>43716748
>Your presence doesn't seem immediately necessary. Maybe you could find Jinan, the leader of the slaves assigned to you, and sneak off somewhere.
>>43716748
>You should make sure they're okay. Even if they do have Darzi with them, this isn't exactly a crowd likely to be friendly to foreigners.
Lets try and avoid any more public revalations of degeneracy.
>>43716748
>Meh, enjoy yourself. They've got Darzi with them and she's got a good head on her shoulders.
>>43716748
>Look for your brother. That's probably where Mortia will be, since she's supposed to be a guest of honor just like you.
Not concerned with the crowd these foreigners saved these peoples relatives lives on the battlefield
>>43716748
>>You should make sure they're okay. Even if they do have Darzi with them, this isn't exactly a crowd likely to be friendly to foreigners.
>>43716748
>>You should make sure they're okay. Even if they do have Darzi with them, this isn't exactly a crowd likely to be friendly to foreigners.
>>43716748
>>Look for your brother. That's probably where Mortia will be, since she's supposed to be a guest of honor just like you.
seek booty
>>43716890
Looking for Mortia isn't seeking booty, anon. That'd be looking for Jinan. Or maybe Darzi.
>>43716748
>Your presence doesn't seem immediately necessary. Maybe you could find Jinan, the leader of the slaves assigned to you, and sneak off somewhere.
>>43716890
>>43716861
>Find your bro
>>43716882
>>43716878
>>43716856
>>43716816
>>43716806
>>43716786
>Find your friends.
>>43716829
>>43716966
>gibe da pusi b0ss
>>43716860
>They're fiiiine.
Writin' for friend findin'.
>>43716923
I'm sure mortia has a perfectly fine booty, and I wish to seek itDarzi's too
>>43717034
The phrase "Seek booty" or "get some ass" implies that you wish to sleep with that person. Which isn't an option with Mortia.
>>43717115
>implying
>>43717135
>implying implying
>>43717115
Why not?
>>43717135
It really isn't.
>>43717156
Mik's momma didn't raise no degenerate fucking son.
>>43717155
>implying implying implying
>>43717172
The groundwork has been lain, all we need now is fro her to be curious about the process. In the name of science of course.
>>43717156
But it's fucking social suicide.
>>43717183
Too late m8
>>43717194
>In the name of science of course.
>>>/reddit/
>>43717156
The same reason you don't walk into a mosque and loudly proclaim your homosexulality
>>43717115
>>43717172
>>43717209
You seem to be under the impression that I am not a degenerate
The booty will be sought
>>43717209
Miks already a degenerate, he's fucked a humie beforeIt's only a matter of time before he starts fucking elves
>>43717209
Why would they know?
Though if they found out it would be literal suicide. Since we cannot be banished again.
>>43717183
>>43717209
Only if people find out.
We can erode her memories of it with Earth Magic, that way there's no danger to us.
>>43717194
You are a retard.
>>43717251
We didn't fuck a humie, anon. We walked one home one time after talking to her in a bar, but Mik never fucked a humie.
>>43717255
>We can erode her memories of it with Earth Magic, that way there's no danger to us.
We can't.
>>43717209
You and maybe 2 other guys are the only people who care
>>43717317
Erode her soul until she forgets then, who cares.
>>43717280
You're in denial, anon. Miks a degenerate already
>>43717346
You realize that her soul will regenerate and she'll regain all of those lost memories, right? We currently have no way of permanently erasing someone's memory short of killing them.
>>43717379
Why do you care so much, faggot?
Mik's already a degenerate, who gives a fuck if he just accepts that part of him?
>>43717346
why would you even want to do that?
Morti won't tell anybody, and we'd have to do the work of convincing her all over again every time.
Plus, das just wrong
>>43717339
>nobody except three people could possibly disagree with me
>>43717409
>implying i'm not a different anon chiming in only to poke holes in your bullshit
>>43717409
>Mik's already a degenerate
Wrong, faggot. Mik ain't no degenerate. Mik is a good boy.
>>43717419
This, also Mortia clearly has a gigantic crush on Mik
>>43717379
You could always use an enchanted item to do it. Something like Soul+Leech or Mind+Invert.
>chrysa fags are so but hurt about their waifu that they try to make mik celibate
>>43717453
>oh crap forget he fucked a human in anthus before better pretend i wasn't serious haha
>>43717477
>Mortia clearly has a gigantic crush on Mik
>being this delusional
>>43717477
Nah that's darzi, but she is in denial.
I wonder if miks legendary densness about women of his race liking him will stay for ever
>>43717409
Only lower lifeforms like a liberal accepts degeneracy.
>>43717510
You're an idiot.
>>43717409
Because even our master in all his degenerate glory never publicly admitted his shit.
All they have is rumors and assumptions.
Our master is smart enough to keep that shit on the down low even if it's obvious to a degree that he likes to touch degenerate booty supposedly.
>>43717549
Everyone here is an idiot but you decided to argue with the biggest idiot.
>>43717500
Waifus ruin quests. All quest MC's should be celibate.
>>43717549
nice one you sure showed me haha
>>43717477
I don't think she has a crush on him, but she does want the D.
After the brooch fiasco, she has been very interested.
>>43717512
>>43717530
Not the kind of crush that people act on, but that first crush that kids get
And Darzi doesn't have a crush, she just wants the D
>>43717584
Shut your mouth, out Master would never touch a dirty degenerate.
Now a goat on the other hand...
>>43717625
I don't see your point.
>>43717584
nobody said anything about announcing degeneracy
Why would anyone ever announce that?
Vatis have been having kids even though they aren't supposed to for generations and keeping it quiet enough that they can't get exiled for it.
Doing the same thing for some booty isn't difficult.
>>43717656
>Doing the same thing for some booty isn't difficult.
Not when you live with those people is it easy to hide.
>>43717606
>someone calls me on my bullshit
>i'll assume he's the same fag he was arguing with before
>says he's not
>i'll assume he's back peddling
Nah, you're an idiot.
>>43717686
I told you he's the biggest idiot in this thread
>>43717656
It's about context, keeping things deniable is fine, expressing desire for sweet untermenshen lovings in this particular setting however, would turn us into a social pariah faster than cosby.
>>43717686
>someone calls me on my bullshit
bit of assuming there yourself, anon
>i'll assume he's the same fag he was arguing with before
>says he's not
even more assuming
>i'll assume he's back peddling
good assumption
>Nah, you're an idiot.
Nah
>>43717747
Funny I don't see a single assumption there.
>>43717685
First off, there's very little need to hide such things from our party.
Darzi is the only one with such cultural leanings and she was even supporting Cryssa, so I doubt she'd expose us.
And if we can't hide anything from people outside out house? Well damn we suck at life.
>>43717735
Hey man, I just want to seek the booty, actually acquiring the booty can wait until we're in the right place, but it must be sought before it can be found.
You need to find your companions. Even if they've got Darzi with them, this crowd probably isn't fond of foreigners. On that note you wander over to the wine barrel where Profectus is already on his second cup, and after filling your own you drag him along towards the crowds to keep him out of trouble as much as to help you search for your other friends.
One would think that in a crowd of Samjan nobility, a band of humans would stand out. However, humans all tend to sort of blend together in terms of appearance and the number of slaves running about is truly astonishing. You didn't even know your brother kept this many staff, and this is probably just his servers. The kitchen is probably home to quite a number of slaves as well, and the cleaning staff is presumably kept out of sight.
You stick to the edges of the crowd as you search for any sign of Mortia, Darzi, Fulvia, or Chrys. After a few fruitless minutes, during which you spot your brother sitting upon a raised dais with his wife by his side but no sign of your friends, you decide to simply contact them via the brooches. {Where is everyone? I turn my back for a second and the lot of you scatter to the far flung corners of the Earth.}
Worryingly, you don't sense Mortia through the brooches. However, just as you're starting to feel a rising sense of panic Darzi's voice carries over the connection. {We're in the foyer, Mortia got dragged off to get changed and we're waiting for her to make a reappearance. Sorry, I probably should've told you earlier.}
(1/3)
>>43717775
>First off, there's very little need to hide such things from our party.
Mind Reading a thing.
>>43717769
then why are you lying anon?
the third one was a good assumption by the way, it was right
You think she might be making a dig at the fact you didn't give them any forewarning before running of to traipse about the void. If she is, it's awfully petty of her. Regardless you turn on your heels and march towards the opposite end of the courtyard, where the entrance to the palace proper lies. Almost immediately you spot Darzi, Chrys, and Fulvia standing together with a Samjan man wearing the unadorned white robes of a slave.
You approach, and Darzi introduces you to the other man. “This is Mikhael, he's the other Matha.” She shifts her attention to you. “Mikhael, this is Bhaskar. He was just explaining what will be expected of us during the ceremony.”
Wait, why are they involved? “Shouldn't he be explaining to Mortia and I? What do you have to do with all this?”
Bhaskar interrupts. “If you'd not been wandering off on your own perhaps you would have heard my earlier explanation. The human woman-” He says it with so much disdain it's almost palpable. “-has selected this woman and your pets as her honor guard. They'll be expected to act according to the traditional ceremonial format. I would expect you to know this, as a noble's son. Even if you are a Vatis.” Again, a note of disapproval.
The temptation to let Ricky out of the cloak to have a little fun is real, but you hold off for now. You wonder if he realizes that Chryssa and Fulia can speak Samjan, or he's only acting like this because he thinks the 'pets' can't understand him. “They'll likewise be serving as my honor guard. They are, after all. My closest friends. Not to mention competent besides. I've seen the horned one rip beast twice or three times her side in half with barely any effort, and this elf could burn Surya himself with that arm of his.”
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