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You are Brianna la Croix, journeyman necromancer, and it is very much time for a bath.
Today is a day in which you learn things. You learn, for example, that the Shaft has full-service baths and that longstanding policy says you don't enter the Atheneum without taking one, so as not to offend the librarians or damage the books. It also has laundry facilities, for much the same reason.
You get to open your morning by becoming cleaner than you've felt in months, not because you haven't cleaned but because absolutely fucking nothing beats hot running water and scented soap. It's the little luxuries in life.
Your laundry being cleaned gives you an excuse to luxuriate, at least until one of the people tending it throws a still-slightly-wet set over the door to your bath. You emerge, towel off, and dress a bit reluctantly.
Still, you have to face the day /sometime/.
When you step out, the elevator is bringing passengers down from the Shaft. Curious, you take up your cane, don your hat, and hustle over to meet it. This can't be the reinforcements already, right?
When it hits the bottom, the elevator contains Victoria and Scribbles, the former armed professionally, the latter holding an unloaded crossbow and enough quarrels of bolts to start a civil war and a religious debate besides.
"Surprise!" the lamia says with a grin.
> Hey! Good to see you!
> WHERE IS MY COFFEE, SNAKE-WOMAN?
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Agreed. To be expected of a La Croix, and of Brianna.
As previously discussed, Brianna can combine her necromancy with other branches of magic if she decides to get her study & experimentation hat on. That being said, are there any specific spells that would be worth learning in the immediate future? I know of balefire and the blinding darkness being illusion-based, but could we rapidly age and corrode weapons and armor with a combo of water, air and necromancy? It could make it easier to disarm rather than kill those we don't actually want to harm. Also, necromancy combined with water could yield acid.
Another random question because I am an insomniac; In your magical realm, is it possible to save skin, blood, bones and organs for later use? I just figure that if you have in-depth experience with both magic and medicine, you could perform some successful transplants.
Also, are there any unique traits inherent in the half-blooded children of the First and Secondborn? For example, are there specific strengths and weaknesses depending on who your demonic parent was (Succubus, Incubus, Oni, Rakshasa, etc.)?
Surprise fellow Amerifag, I use meters to identify fellow Amerifags in the field. Also I used it because it felt right.
that's rather bland chap. Just normal luggage?
>Not making super legs and becoming toa mata pohatu
You mean a horse drawn carriage?
>Takes cubic meter of Wraithsteel.
>Hires manufacturer to build computer parts.
>Builds magical super-computer from living metal.
>What do I name the Apocalypse to come?
I know it's misleading to say "a" Luggage, but it's not like it was the only one in the setting.
I'm assuming with the amount of "life" in the raw material, it'd sprout legs even before you had a chance to forge it.
Kinetic sorcery, if you can find a teacher for it, pairs well with necromancy for the creation of rot, rust, and damage. It's a bit draining but as you can imagine, highly effective.
Transplant attempts have met with mixed success; thus far, the most successful attempts tend to lean on using demon parts. As you can imagine a lot of folks are reluctant to go there, though when they do generally succubi or incubi are bargained with, as their anatomy is closest to humanoid.
The half-breed children of demons trend towards diversity, though some things tend to show up - their shadows are often animate, they have a tendency to be hale and healthy (even if they look outwardly sick and diseased) and are sensitive to magic and its uses.
Just another picture for Vox's potential use. Carry on.
"Scribbles!" you call out; there is a meeting of lamia and necromancer in a tight, friendly hug. "I just had the most /amazing/ bath, so I'm feeling forgiving about the coffee. But," you add, unable to keep the grin off of your face, "my forgiveness is not without limits."
"Well, it's a shame you spent some on me today," the lamia says apologetically, pulling away from the hug. She opens up a pack strapped to her belt and pulls out a bag that smells like /fucking heaven/. "Since I'm about to deliver and all."
"HOW?" you ask, reaching for the coffee like a kid for candy. You hold it tight and inhale the glorious scent of the beans.
"I have a friend in the Harrow with a copy of one of my anthologies," Scribbles says wryly. "I told you I could get you the real stuff. I've got the rest of it upstairs."
"It smells like love," you say dreamily.
"Does this mean I can write my book?" the author asks. Something about the contrast between her being strapped for war and the eager, giddy look on your face makes you break up laughing.
"We'll discuss it. I haven't even had breakfast yet. /Or/ coffee! Oh gods, /Amy/ is going to be /so energetic/!"
Victoria clears her throat. "Brigette expresses her sympathies, but she can't leave the Atheneum - she tried. She even tried talking Lora into letting her, but no dice."
"...How?" you ask.
"The same way anyone talks to an angel. She prayed."
"Care to catch us up?" Victoria asks.
> Catch them up over coffee and breakfast
> Get Nathan and Amy, /then/ catch them up over coffee and breakfast
> Actually, I need to find my patient first
holy crap, I think I just realized what loras real name is, Armageddon. The gods gave her the leeway to make the dungeon, and she had enough power to do so despite all of it being outside of her bailiwick, so she's probably a big name angel. On top of that she has some issues with what she was created to do, even after coming to accept the necessity of death. She is the final swing of the reaper's scythe, and the final end of all life.
christ, no wonder she has issues.
"Actually...can you give me a bit?" you ask. "I need to check up on my patient. I have this sneaking suspicion that she went and did something stupid."
"Sure. Maybe your compatriots can catch us up?" Victoria suggests.
"Lemme check." <Fetch, do you know where Nathan and Amy are?>
<The bath, milady> the bird's voice sounds a little awkward.
<When they're done bathing, can you let them know that Victoria and Scribbles are waiting at the elevator?>
<I did not say they were bathing.>
What's that supposed to - oh.
You sigh, dig out your pipe, and pack the bowl slowly. <As soon as is courteous, then> "They'll be along when they can, if you don't mind waiting."
The pair confirm that waiting is fine, and you set off in search of Silence. The first couple of people you ask have no idea where she went, and then you hear a sentence that bodes of nothing but bad shit.
"I'm pretty sure she went to the forge."
You all but run there and find the fairy woman outside, topless and stretching. As potentially distracting as this sight would normally be, your eyes are instead drawn to the places where her wounds were yesterday.
She's patched them over with solid gold, flexing as she stretches.
> WHY THE FUCK?
> ...So I hear silence is golden...
>...So I hear silence is golden...
Yesss... good good let the snark flow through you.
Well, she uses a spear. The gold is just because she carries a gold disk with her (which is probably what she used for the patch here). If I remember right she's pulled a stone spear from the ground before.
"Okay," you say slowly. "I've heard that silence is golden, but this seems a bit on the nose."
"Enjoying the view?" the fairy asks.
"I'm a bit distracted by the big patch of living gold all over your fucking ribs," you tell her. You realize, at length, that you've been holding your pipe between your teeth without having lit it this entire time, and pause to rectify the problem. "Also in a comitted relationship."
"Fair enough," Silence grants. "Why are you here?"
"Checking on my patient," you say frankly. "How are you feeling?"
"Like grim fucking death," Silence admits. "...But alive. And on the mend, and for that you have my gratitude. I don't forget who my friends are, heritor. And I can see you opening your mouth to say something stupid and selfless, so how about you shut the fuck up and let me talk."
You put your pipe back between your teeth.
"I'll be ready for battle when it's time to assault the Baron's defenses," Silence continues. "You'll find me and mine there to play vanguard for you again. But I'd like to ask you a question, and while I don't /expect/ an answer, I'd appreciate one."
"Hit me," you tell her, taking a puff on the pipe.
"What, precisely, is going on?" Silence asks.
> Avoid the question
> Hedge your bets
> Come clean
> Come clean
If Lora hasn't demanded we keep quiet, I see no reason to. Silence might even be more willing to believe it than others here.
We might also get some more information on Lora, though whether that's a good thing is more debatable and depends on whether Silence reacts positively to what we tell her.
A group of assholes have bound the owner of the dungeon for various nefarious purposes and we're trying to stop them before they damage something really big, like reality.
Do we really know much more then that?
It's been explained that the total control spreads to the other chain bearer, but as we break the chains there's fewer rules and restrictions on what she can and can't do.
>Go somewhere private
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> Come clean
I feel like if anyone would be okay to tell this to, it'd be Silence. She's pretty invested in this place functioning as intended. Plus she seems cool.
Also, this is probably impossible, or at least a bad idea, because of her ties to the mine, but does anyone else kind of want Silence to be our last party member?
> And on the mend, and for that you have my gratitude.
Did the Fae just thank us? Because I've been waiting for this.
> Damn. It's rude to point out another's social gaffe bluntly. So I guess we pointedly ignore the thanks and make no comment towards it at all and simply move on to asking why the gold?
> Hedge your bets
Fae don't play by our rules yo. So we don't tell her shit unless she is willing to swear by the darkness that eats all things to not fuck us or our plans if we tell who Laura is.
> Come clean, but without throwing caution completely to the wind.
Don't lie, and don't just refuse to answer at all, but also don't go into all the details. Some things likely would be considered a betrayal of Lora to reveal, so for those bits simply tell her (accurately) that there's some parts we don't know and some parts that aren't our place to reveal, but go ahead and tell her what we honorably can.
>Any type of undead
I'm sick to
deathof this meme
woah woah woah.
Did we just miss out on fey pussy?
We lost bard pussy.
We can't have fey pussy.
We can't have succubus pussy.
And we don't even get invited to partake in the shower sex with what we do have.
> Come clean
Bri's an honest gal.
Silence is indeed pretty cool. I'd bet good money that she has an idea of just who Lora really is, too.
But yeah, I don't think she'd be interested in leaving the Mine at all. It's her ground, after all.
Can I just say how much I appreciate your handling of difficult shit? A lot of writers would have played Lora's rape for sexiness, and you instead chose to focus on how fucked up it is that this is happening to her. I think that shows either a moral commitment to do right by the real people in similar situations, or a professional commitment to write characters in a way that's genuine, and either way I just have to respect the shit out of that.
No, I understand that rape fetishes exist and that some porn panders to it, but the idea of a non-pornographic non-rape-fetish-dedicated work playing a rape scene for 'sexiness' is utterly baffling and abominable to me.
That is a very appropriate reaction, but I should point out there's this show called Game of Thrones, and, well...
Yeah, it's pretty fucked up. But I've seen a lot more of it than I have of actually-decent portrayals.
Believe it or not, that kind of shit happens to people who've been raped.
When the fuck who's raping you starts coming down your throat, he usually doesn't care whether you're trying to breathe.
The person who is going to have their soul tortured pretty damn hard, that is who.
We should ask her who among the enemy does this or that she hates the most so we can take special care of them.
I can respect that. And I appreciate the feedback.
I had some...uncomfortable interviews, with very understanding friends of mine, that went into that scene. I chose to cleave to their experiences. I'm not saying this to refute your stance, only to explain my decision.>>44889488
I'm not sure what the first anon's problem with the wording was, honestly.
The way he asked, it's like he thought that referring to it as a scene was somehow disrespectful or dismissive of its vileness.
Which doesn't make sense, because if it was an event shown in the story, it would have been a scene in the story.
I can see where that would be confusing, yes. For all future reference, their experiences were more from...Lora's side of the event, as it were.
And on that depressing note, votes called, writing soon. I need dinner something fierce.
"I'm gonna answer that, but I'd like to answer it, y'know, somewhere reasonably private."
"Lead the way," Silence agrees.
You lead the freshly-clothed fairy somewhere a little more private. You light a new bowl and try to figure out where to begin.
"A lot of what needs to be said, you already know," you tell her at last. "I've been appointed as the heritor of the Dungeon. That appointment was made by its creator, because she feels unable to continue her duties in an acceptable manner."
"Aye?" Silence asks.
"She's been enslaved, Silence," you say softly. "The Dungeon was created by an angel of the Death Choir, and she has been enslaved. Now the ones holding her leash are using her to break the laws of death, and for worse besides." You hand squeezes the grip of your cane. "The Baron is among them, as are others. The Traitor, the Lush, the Diviner, the Librarian, the Debtor, the Daughter, the Wyrm, the Pallbearer, and the Master remain."
Silence pauses. "...Did you say the Pallbearer?"
"I did. Why?"
"It's just...I know someone by that name," she admits, quietly.
"Name? Not title?" you press.
"She's a ship, so...yes?"
> Okay. Back to the problems at hand.
> Y'know what, this sounds like the sort of thing to discuss with the others.
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> Okay. Back to the problems at hand.
Is her captain's name Daphnes Nohansen?
> Okay. Back to the problems at hand.
I'm not sure why this matters?
I'm sure there are ships called the Poet or the Moneychanger or the Wyrm. If it ain't a title, it ain't our target.
Wait, could the Pallbearer be another Fae possessing the ship? Or maybe be like Davey Jones from the Pirates franchise; the Captain and the Ship are one, and when the Captain dies, the Ship goes with him?
Also, second this >>44892350
I imagine that Amy and Nate will have a similar response to this information as Brianna did.
This intrigues me.
Oh, I've never read the /tg/ quest or watched the anime. I just remember that the main characters are humanized battleships, and was amused by the idea of an parody by Vox.
>> Okay. Back to the problems at hand.
We should get more information about this Pallbearer ship at some point, but for now, let's finish up the business we've already got in front of us.
A quest is canon to itself.
A show is canon to itself.
When you read a series, do you assume each book is noncanon to the others?
KanColle Quest is not canon to this quest, and it's of course not canon to the official KanColle material, but KCQ is canon to itself. Which is what followers of KCQ discuss.
There's this amazing concept called Internal Consistency.
>canon to itself
Actually, KCQ is where the double coffee joke 'originated', as it were.
Someone tried brewing coffe with Monster instead of water, and last we heard from him he'd called the paramedics because he was suffering from observable caffine poisoning.
Alright folks, I'm alive. I need to handle morning chores, find some breakfast, and get some caffeine. I'll call the vote and update when that's done.
It would be to boats what wraithsteel blades are to swords.
Can confirm that it will not be a shipgirl. Or shipboy, before anyone decides to be cute.
Nate doesn't know we have elemental iron for his leg yet, does he? The coming interlude is gonna be awesome. If Amy can't crack a door lock, he can just boot the damn thing.
Also, sketch is looking /much/ better. /Should/ have it completed soon, barring interruption.
Brianna better be getting some time to relax and enjoy some time with her lovers. Shit's been heavy in a 'I don't think my heart can take anymore of this' kind of way.
>to boats what the blades are to swords
So, given the typical boat names, are either obsessed with their owner piloting them or obsessed with dominating and destroying "lesser" boats.
Oh, damn. I'd forgotten. At least its just a nude pose and note outright sexing.
For future reference, where should I put this kind of stuff up? I want to make sure everybody can see it, but I don't want to attract the attention of angry mods or drooling trolls.
Nice pic but
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"...Okay, we're gonna circle back to that later," you say slowly, "but for right now the worry is the Mine, and the angel. The Baron's going to use her to defend himself, which could be problematic, depending on her power, his orders, and how we approach the issue."
"You're not getting into that compound without an army," Silence warns. "Not unless you're willing to try and sneak into his mansion from the solid rock and then pray you can kill him before his men fall on you from behind."
"If we could get Lora's attention and /then/ attack," you propose.
"...Yeah, that could work," Silence agrees with a nod.
"That's it? You're this calm about this?"
Silence shrugs. "There's always a would-be tyrant who thinks they can control the Dungeon. They're always wrong. Though now that I know the extent of their transgression...well."
Fangs of stone shoot from the roof of the tunnel, dripping salt and water while a growling breeze rumbles the walls.
"Let's say I'm upset at their temerity," Silence finishes, mildly. "I'll be ready when you are. Send for me, when you assemble your war council."
<Fetch, progress?> You ask, taking the dismissal for what it is and heading back in the direction of the Shaft.
<They're ready, and waiting to talk to you. They seem...a little shy.>
Of course they do.
> Treat it like no big deal
Dammit. Says I can't because the post is too old. Ah well..win some, lose some?
>Treat it like no big deal.
Of course, we should tease them for leaving Bri out of the fun. Lady Necromancer can get some lovin' later.
I'm assuming that Amy was full up on adrenaline after gutting some of the Baron's goons, and being the lovable little murderbird that she is, she wanted to../express/ herself. But of course, Brianna was busy saving Silence from iron poisoning, so she grabbed Nate. No worries. Brianna's gonna tap both of those later.
Woah you fuckers, read that post from Vox. We should communicate with the people we're in a relationship with. Not being painfully upfront and honest with conversation topics is how things like possibly deceased fiances crop up.
As a personal aside, I do feel your pain with regards to missing out on fun times. That said, it's still nice to see that anon's concerned over the relationship end of things.
This'll be my final update before work.
>It might just work
>saying the trigger word
Note, avoid saying needful, work or job. Any of these words trigger the Bri and causes it to begin shaking involuntarily and crying before running off to do necromancy.
It's not hard to find your lovers; they wait just to the side of the bath area, with Fetch a respectful distance away. Nathan's on his peg leg, not leaning on Amy, though the half-harpy stays close to him.
Their expressions are just the cutest combination of afterglow and 'we're sorry', and you can't help but grin.
"So," you say, taking your pipe out of your mouth. "Does this mean we've all forgiven each other?"
Nathan coughs, awkwardly. "...I owe /you/ an apology too, Brianna. For much the same reason, really. Thanks for making sure I didn't choke to death with my head in my ass."
"You're fine," you say with a shrug. "I'm just glad we all understand each other. A little sad that I missed out on getting laid but, eh, I got to see Silence topless."
"Aww," Amy objects. "I wanna - he's giving me a look, isn't he?"
"Totally is," you confirm.
"Well he looks at Kells' erotic woodcuts," Amy says with a sniff, while Nathan chokes in shock.
You laugh and pull your lovers into a hug.
"You thought about what you're gonna do with Talon?" you ask Amy.
"...Well...circumstances may kinda force me to kill him?" Amy says, a little awkwardly. "Assuming they don't, though, I wanna be straight-up. He deserves that much."
"Harpy politics?" Nathan asks, gently.
"You have /no/ idea," Amy agrees.
"Alright, we're burning the day away," you murmur.
> War council
> Private breakfast
> Catch Victoria & Scribbles up
> Spend the day helping the medics (work)
> Spend the day with Amy & Nate (relax)
> Other activity?
>War Council. It's time to put the Baron down.
We can catch Scribbles and Victoria up to speed there. Plus, we can have Silence share what she knows of the Pallbearer.
>Spend the day with Amy & Nate (relax).
Like this is even a question?
True, but doesn't Scribbles want to meet the eight-foot tower of badass fairy that fought a molten iron elemental and won?
Exaggeration is a fundamental part of storytelling. Also, I want to see Silence get weirded out by a fangirling lamia.
>Catch Victoria & Scribbles up
>> Other activity?
>Get started on the bat minion
Its not very helpful in a fight, but against Lora it would be an efficient use of time and lifeforce
Vox's pathfinder novel includes a character called the Margrave, who's a pirate captain. Going by pathfinder classes, he'd be a Dread. This pun only caught up to me a few minutes ago.
> Catch Victoria & Scribbles up
We can war council tomorrow. Somehow I doubt we're fighting another battle today.
> Spend the day with Amy & Nate (relax)
We kind of need it, and frankly, we're a better battlefield medic than we are a post-battle medic. Too much of our healing needs to be done quickly.
Vox works for dreamscarred pres.
they make pathfinder shit.
Some guy made a class called "dread"
Vox wrote a novel with a character called Margrave who was this class.
Dread Pirate Margrave
So I did get it right, then - it was a Dread Pirate Roberts joke.
The Pallbearer might actually be the ship Silence knows, or the captain of that ship nicknamed after it, and they might rule the Sunless Sea level.
>> War council
Indecisive about the other option. Bri has deserved some rest and might need it, but there is still work to be done, so no vote from me.
I'm home. I'm alive. Votes called, will write after I acquire THE FUCKING FOOD.
Like making a ship from wraithsteel, this would require an /absurd/ amount of wraithsteel. Presuming you could get such a bounty, you could indeed make a sub from wraithsteel.
This presumes you have even the tiniest clue what you're doing, mind. The thing still has to /work/.
So is it possible to get some wraith steel and make a goddamn mech suit?
Is it possible to use necromancy to bring back the corpse of a great dictator and then bind them to said mech suit?
If so is it possible to summon mecha-hitler unto the world?
Overall complexity is not the same as understanding, for one. Technology doesn't always move in ways that neatly match the understanding of one field to another. This world's got more reason than ours to invest in prostethics (to wit: fucking monster attacks, mages, etc) and as a result there's greater strides there.
More to the point, the design of Amy's new wings, or Nate's new legs, are being aided by them being made from materials that are in a sense still alive and remember being part of a living whole. Remember the 'wraithsteel helps to an extent' comment? Between Amy's harpy magic and the wraithsteel's aid, the wings have a lot of design problems smoothed over; likewise for Nate's leg if a living material, such as the elemental iron, is used.
TL;DR people have had more reason to learn arms and shit than attempting to learn how to travel in tubes underwater.
>TL;DR people have had more reason to learn arms and shit than attempting to learn how to travel in tubes underwater.
A: "Ok so we have a ton of monster attacks injuring people. What do we research?"
B: "yea gotta fix them up; some of those monsters have magical properties that may help."
C: "No! We should make vessels for exploring unknown frontiers!"
A: "You know there'd me more monsters there."
C: "Who cares? Exploration!"
A&B: silent stare "Get out."
Still acquiring the food but I brought a present from my partner
> MRW Anon has put more thought and care into this subject than I have.
I DUNNO, LEMME GET BACK TO YOU WHEN I ACTUALLY HAVE AN ANSWER!
EATING DINNER NOW. STILL NEED TO KILL THREAD.
Nice descriptions, though I prefer the darker reds myself; everything between ruby and mahogany.