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It has been a week since last we controlled Sirena Le Doux. In that time, we have accomplished a few notable things.

A brief summary:

>The tower has been completely cleaned and refurnished with new furniture, wood and doors
>Psuedo-adopted the boy cleric Alex as the group "kid" with his own bed in the tower
>Sorted through the spoils from our last dungeon delve and split them accordingly
>Had Ben profess his love to us on the night he rescued us from the shadow plane
>Along that note, Ben has pretty much moved into the master bedroom with you
>Learned three new spells from Faye in the schools of Restoration, Divination and Holy magic (one each)
>Taught Faye some spells from the schools of Necromancy, Transmutation and Illusion
>Studied Albert's book some more, unlocking some new potent spells and abilities
>Alex and Faye have both begun training Merriam in Restoration spells, which she has taken to learning quickly
>Ben has been training hard with Brutus and Kaylessa, focusing on honing his strength and archery
>You have yet to learn a way to harness any power from the shadow essence left inside of you

Life has settled into a reliable routine. You have spent the week studying, training and helping your allies. Thanks to connections with Mayor Jed, you were able to get new floors and support beams for the tower, construction of which is still ongoing but is steady. Ben has, in addition to training hard every single day, fallen completely in love with you and is utterly devoted to you. Most nights are spent with him, rewarding his hard work, and he certainly has been working hard. Every day he chops wood, trains with his sword and shield, and keeps himself in shape, mostly because you like him to be and that is all the motivation he needs.

Your mirror twin, Faye, has calmed down considerably. She hasn't wandered off or enacted any plots against you and seems now to merely be enjoying her time in this realm, almost like it is a vacation from hers. While you have busied yourself with Ben, she has made sure to keep Merriam and Kaylessa both busy and loyal, giving each of them the special attention they deserve, and has respected your orders to stay away from Alex. On the subject of the child, he has remained at the tower to both keep his promise to help you deal with the dark essence he detected within you and is awaiting a second journey into the crypt, half of which remains unexplored. Your group has been planning their next expedition carefully.

Before we delve too deeply into our new story of the day, let's decide on a new daily power that we have learned from Albert's book.

>Spirit Rend - You weave a dire spell that tears at your enemies’ spirits and holds the undead at bay.
>Lifetaker - You crook your finger and snatch a soul as it struggles free from its body. It screams as you draw forth its energy.
>Grasp of the Grave - Skeletal hands burst from the earth and ghostly claws swirl from the air to snatch at your foes.

>>1137588
>>Grasp of the Grave - Skeletal hands burst from the earth and ghostly claws swirl from the air to snatch at your foes.

>>1137588
>Spirit Rend - You weave a dire spell that tears at your enemies’ spirits and holds the undead at bay.
Anti-Necro spells are always a must.

>>1143279
[] Jessie
[] Yvette
Best bring our muscle and conscience.

>>1143279
>[] Pamela
>[] Tell rose about it

If Pam was who I think she was, this involves to her as well.

>>1143279
>[] Jessie

>>1137643
Map looks cleaner than when I updated it.

geez, writing takes a while.

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[Early Month IV, 285AC]

“The First is looking good Captain. Strong.”

“Shield up, Marcus,” Rafe Roper says by your side as the two of you pass by during morning drills, “Thank you Ser Mason, still a few stranglers, aye. Mostly the refugees we took in from the Outer Ring, Bernard there is a bleedin’ beanpole under the hauberk, but we’ll have her up to full strength within the month. Promise you that Ser.”

You pause a moment, watching the greater view of the yard, nodding along to Captain Rafe’s words in silent reflection. Steadhold had felt empty the past few weeks, but far more tense than it had been since your arrival in Westeros. With Steadhold’s standing at home nearly at half, the rest spread between the Princewood and in Highgarden, and those lingering ‘bandit encampments’ upon the borders both the castle and her people were on edge. Ser Dontos had been able to send little aid from Blacksaithe, fearing marching an army east would be an open invitation for attack, though Ser Raymun Chelsted, his lady wife’s younger brother, had sent his eldest son Ser Jaromir Chelsted and a handful of Knights in the night. A small force, but those suits of armor and horse were worth far more than those footed men armored in leather. You were thankful to the Seven Brynden had seen fit to get the First back up to a respectable fighting force, but still worried for the lean state of the army.

“Mas,” you hear a voice call and turn, to see the easy smile of Ser Victor Haigh, or at least the face of where that smile usually lie today replaced with a frown, his squire Lorry following quickly after.

“Yes Ser Victor?”

He inclines his head, his face a touch red from the brisk walk from the castle to the yard beneath, “Captain Rafe, good that you are here as well. Mas, we’ve received word from Brynden, Ser Wat Waters rode in this morning, Acoylte Ashby has been with him since. Lady Obella is calling the small and war councils together. She was insistent it be done immediately and… She did not seem pleased.”

Rafe exchanges a look with yourself, one of concern and dread, “Victor, gather Vargar, Danse and Jonos. Quickly.”

Victor nods off quickly, flicking his hand to Lorry who runs off opposite of him.

“Have the First finish drills and come to the Great Hall, Captain. I will see to her Ladyship in the meanwhile.”

“Yes Ser.”

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Your eyes watch carefully as Lady Obella Qorgyle paces back and forth, her daughter ever fussy close to her breast. Acolyte Ashby, Lady Amarei Fowler, and Ser Wat Waters stand behind her, waiting as you are for word. Gawen and your own dearest Lady Eliowny sit at the council table, the former going over a few figures with Steadhold’s Stewardess while her Lady calmed herself.

“He knows I do not trust the Hand, Ser Mason,” she says suddenly, hardly stopping her pacing.

“Aye my lady. He does.”

I MISSED YOU FATHER!

I DID TOTALLY NOT CONSTANTLY PRESS F5 WHEN IT WAS THE TIME YOU WERE SUPPOSE TO RUN

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“And I am wise enough to know he does not do this to spite me, but for the better of Steadhold. But I do not like this.”

“Like what milady?” Vargar Sorrios asks from behind you in his harsh tone underlined by the hint of alcohol that always sat upon his lips, a Reachwoman would never allow such a man about you think privately, he was lucky Brynden kept more southron company. The other Captains, ‘Dusky’ Danse, Rafe Roper, and Jonos Stroumen follow after joined by Ser Jaromir Chelsted and Ser Halden Rambton, taking their seats about the table while Vargar yet stood, staring with arms crossed.

“Captain, sit,” you state firmly, allowing the creak and clatter of your plate to echo as you turned to face him.

“Not til I learn what Brynden gots for us. Not liking this tone Flowers, sounds like more putzing about with our thumb’s up our asses.”

Brynden would have a smart remark you think, wit and charm to disarm Vargar and his drunken word. Not you, rather, you stare at the Essosi with a stern eyes, taking a step down from the dial in the deafening quiet of the Great Hall. “You will sit Captain. And watch your own tone in front of her Ladyship.”

Vargar peaks about your body and cracks his jaw, giving you a fair sight of his ruin of a mouth, red with sourleaf, brown from lack of care. He draws in, word nearly escaping lip before her voice interrupts.

“Captain Vargar.. I bid you sit, please.”

“You’re lucky Flowers,” he growls at you pushing by to take his seat.

You turn and look up the dial, everyone else seated just so, watching you, Lady Obella gives her daughter to Lady Fowler, who coos and hums a sweet tune as she walks off and you can see the weight of Steadhold and House Malroy again bear down upon her Ladyship’s shoulders.

“I am worried Ser Mason. For my daughter, for my husband, for this House.”

“As am I my Lady. But Brynden- Lord Brynden has purpose behind this decision. Acolyte Ashby, if you’d be so kind?”

“Oh! Yes Ser Mason, um... “ He fiddles about with the scrolls in his hands, reaching the smallest piece of paper Ser Wat had delivered to him this morning, “To summarize, my Lady, Sers, Captains, and other estemed members of the Council. It is Lord Brynden Malroy’s decision to involve the Hand of the King, Lord Jon Arryn, and the interim Master-of-Law Saul Cromwell in the current plight of House Malroy and by extension House Chelsted. It is his hope that the Hand and Master Saul will be able to defuse this situation peacefully dispersing these bandits and/or provide the necessary reinforcements and aid to Steadhold should it escalate to armed conflict.”

“FUCKIN’ BULLSHIT!” you hear first, the rest of the War Council members going into an uproar immediately after, “Inaction is weakness! We can’t fuckin’ hide behind walls half fuckin’ crumbled to dust!”

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>>1136626
First we have the Irako, or Ribbonweed. A simple plant, floating through the ocean currents.

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>>1136629
Next is the Idrai, small water-dwelling and insect-like, which feed on the Irako. They float through the oceans, and when they spot a strand of Irako, open their 'wings' to maneuver themselves toward it, grasping it and feasting.

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>>1136636
Rilva have the power of locomotion, swimming through the shallow waters in search of their prey, the Idrai.

>>1136849
You got this, Also what the fuck happened last time that we're at war?

>>1136870
We're beginning a raid on a smuggler outpost. 30-40 drunken pirates against the fury of the hive.

>>1136923
I missed alot then.

>>1143207
Add said bonuses earned by capturing a country to a roll.

>>1141374
>Probe the legend

>>1141374
probe le legend

It has been hoped that potential was greatest in the simplest legend. The mistake is known to shrink away from understanding.

You now know the legend in its entirety. But you must ask.

>There was a plan.
>Then it and reality divorced by mistake.
>Now nothing matters before that mistake and the beginning it became.
>Seek it.
>Correct it if you can.

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The cruel mirth stitched into the lips of the fire dragon's reptilian smile after he finishes informing you of his ultimatum infuriates you so intensely it feels like your blood is boiling. Well, your blood may actually be boiling from the intense surge in magic potential you feel seeping into the lifeblood flowing through your veins directly from the draconic source smirking smugly in front of you. But still, this cocky, over-glorified lizard makes you fucking mad.

“Message received,” you quickly spit out through grit teeth. “I should tell you, however, that the people who disrupted your tribute did so of their own accord against explicit orders.”

“A shame they didn't listen to your commands. If my minions disobeyed me,” he leans his long neck closer towards you, his head now close enough that you feel the intense heat that wafts off his crimson scales practically overheat your already feverishly burning skin, “I'd slay them on the spot. Thirty days. Inform your people. Collect your gold wherever you can find it. Leave it in front of your gate by dawn.”

Before anything else can be said or done, the dragon just disappears in one amazing instant. One second Burn is there, the next he's not. The warmth that had been radiating off of his form dissipates, either leaving with him or now simply dispersing into the atmosphere.

You breath a sigh of relief as your vision starts to swim, your limbs practically shaking as an itching sensation covers your whole body. You wish to just scratch away your very flesh until you can rip away the irritant beneath, but dismiss the errant thought as you realize that desire is both futile and irrational. You managed to steal, adopt, adapt, ASSIMILATE a nice chunk of Burn's natural magic prowess his aged, mystically potent blood possesses with him none the wiser about what you were doing. That or he didn't care. But if he was unaware, that means he most likely doesn't possess an instinctual or automatic ability to detect your unique powerset's presence nor when you're using it.

Which is good. Although perhaps next time you should take smaller steps with your thievery. You almost bit off more than you could chew and, uh, well you're starting to see double now so that's not as good.

You think you spy in your peripherals Eve turning around and floating back towards the Circle – wordlessly and solemnly. It would help if focusing your vision wasn't so difficult right now. Fluctuating between your arcane sight and your regular sight you flounder in mid-air, very disoriented. You think you might need to take a rest for a few . . . hours or so.

You turn towards the sullen gnome and fly after her. “Are you alright, Eve?” you call out hoarsely, your throat contracting and feeling swollen as you utilize it.

She doesn't answer, but simply hesitates for a moment before continuing on towards the tower. You bite your lip, wondering if you should say something else in lieu of her lacking response.

She was crying and digging her claws into the flesh of her palms.


>Burn's a fucking shithead, forget about him. He's underestimating just how dedicated to being a dragon you really are. His pride and sense of superiority will be his downfall. You're clearly making progress in your evolution and I'm sure if you keep at it one day you'll not only succeed at becoming a dragon, but surpass Burn's abilities. Let today motivate you to eclipse Burn utterly and be a better dragon than he ever was. Because to me, you already are.

>I warned you about this, Eve. Multiple times. I'm sorry this is what it took for reality to slap you in the face, but it's time you stopped living in your fucking fantasy world. There is nothing admirable about being a dragon. It's time for you to stop idolizing and glorifying them and especially Burn. At the end of the day you're a gnome. A magically powerful gnome who has some amazing potential. But you are a gnome. Get used to it.

>Keep quiet, give her some time to stew in her own thoughts and reflect on the situation without any outside input from you.

>>1133574
>>Keep quiet, give her some time to stew in her own thoughts and reflect on the situation without any outside input from you.

afterwards, then use

>Burn's a fucking shithead, forget about him. He's underestimating just how dedicated to being a dragon you really are. His pride and sense of superiority will be his downfall. You're clearly making progress in your evolution and I'm sure if you keep at it one day you'll not only succeed at becoming a dragon, but surpass Burn's abilities. Let today motivate you to eclipse Burn utterly and be a better dragon than he ever was. Because to me, you already are.

>>1142721
Normally I use GIMP or Hexographer

>>1142721
What do you guys use for random encounters?

>>1143139
I don't.

>>1143058
>daughter
Fuck you, theres enough unfinished dyke quests as it is.

>>1143069
Well then, let's hope this one gets finished.

>>1143058
'tis not often I see such bad writing.

SAGE

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Reminder: Suptg link in OP has been changed. Old link will allow people to vote on /tg/ threads but not /qst/ threads. New link is the other way around.

With you away from Rioja your advisors and key commanders are looking after your holdings.

Knight Captain Katherine Drake is your fleet's Wing Commander and is the acting commander of Rioja's fleet. You'll be hard pressed to find a better replacement when the House eventually promotes her.

Knight Captain Kim Yu Chung is seeing to defense and recovery efforts across the rest of the Relay.

Uyi Rna is the General of your Army and is growing increasingly popular among the troops thanks to your support. Consequently this has strengthened your relations with the General and his Knights. The troops know you're looking out for them.

Wiremu Tama is the Admiral of your Fleet. He's been busy helping to restore the Fleet's starfighter losses and those of the PDF. He is continuing efforts to develop combined arms tactics for manned and drone starfighters.

Fadila Saqqaf is your leading diplomatic adviser. She has wisely sent a small diplomatic team to support you which were picked up after your stop in the capital.

C.F. Vanderwal is a former House Erid noble now serving with your intelligence division as part of his parole. He's probably up to something sneaky and/or sinister that will help you out.

Chide Dlam'ard, the Governor of Rioja is continuing work on expansion of the cities.

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Determined to have as much impact as possible with your raiding mission you've set out with a fleet for the Jerboa dwarf galaxy. A trio of dwarfs are located between yours and Helios' home galaxy and all but one have been captured by Nasidum and its allies. Disrupting enemy logistics may help give the local Helios fleets and chance and buy time for your allies to come to their aid.

Your fleet is based around the Qlippoth, a captured and modified Neeran heavy carrier. Fast, tough and heavily armed it should be able to keep you in the fight. Two modified Lance Class medium cruisers will be acting as escort for the carrier and support ships.
The Outer Heaven, a Neeran Fast Medium Cruiser will be acting as your command ship.

One wing of attack cruisers, two mixed wings and an assault corvette wing will fill out the main forces. A Battleship squadron will give you some extra punch when you need it while a drone carrier and escort carriers provide flexibility.

Intel forces include at least 1 new Nocturn class cloaked ship and a new mobile jammer. The jammer should be powerful enough to keep any call for help from getting out and can disrupt long range sensors to some extent.

Helping you will be Lyas Cinayk, your acting second in command. Having gained plenty of experience leading raiding groups the past few years, they can keep units in the field with minimal logistics support.

>>1133270
FOR HOUSE AND DOMINION


Hope you're feeling better TSTG.
Does Sonia suffer from headaches? Do the Neeran artifacts make them worse?

Sir Arthur Tannyth

>>1132732
Lord Roderick Ponce von Fontlebottem.

>>1132732
Tenia Hawthorne II

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So I was stupid and didn't archive the previous thread. I'll be working to rectify that. In the meantime, vote away!

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> “Maybe you could connect with the spiders through the Force.”
FORCE HELP US HE'S GOING TO HAVE SPIDERS IN HIS BRAIN.

>>1133192
>“Maybe you could connect with the spiders through the Force.”

"Spiders. Why did it have to be spiders?"

>>1134502
>(Persuade) Try to convince the computer into working

>>1134502
>[Kick the goddamn console, that tends to work]
So is ninja monk dead?

>>1134502
>(Awareness) Look up the Error Codes in the manual