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>>528275
>Meanwhile back on Mortaali farms..
>"Agh, I think I have callouses from shucking all this corn.. That Milly is a real slave driver.."
>"I'd shuck her corn."
>"She's a haywoman Mashiro."
>"Have you seen those hay bales she's got on that chest of hers? That sweet smile and adorable face?"
>"I mean, she's alright."
>"Yeah, maybe a 6 outta ten."
>"Milly is perfect."
>"Watcha guys talking about back here?"
>"E-er nothing! Just shucking corn like you ordered."
>"Really, because it sounded like you were making lewd remarks about me."
>"I-it was him!"
>"Yeah Mashiro was the one who's got a thing for you."
>"Way to have my back guys. Geez.."
>Milly has a delightfully smug grin.
>"I-i'm sorry."
>"I think I know just the thing for you."
>Mashiro swallows hard.
>The other workers are snickering softly behind him as Milly stands menacingly in front of him.
--
>"S-so, are you sure this is safe? I mean, fighting the monsters like this?"
>"I've done it my whole life."
>"Pfft, your whole life? Even when you were a kid?"
>"Yeah."
>"Oh.. Er.."
>"Looks like we got some Rat-Crows to deal with, you ready?"
>"You expect me to kill these with a crummy old machete? I'm gonna die for sure!"
>"You'll be fine! Here they come!"
>"Ahh!"
---

2/4

>>528281
>Mashiro and Milly are sitting on the porch together.
>"So.. You do this kind of thing every day?"
>"Some nights too. When I feel the monsters are getting too close."
>"Feel them getting close?"
>"I can sense the locations of plants. So I store strings of berries as sort of traps to alert me when monsters are coming close to the farm."
>Mashiro seems astonished.
>"It's like some kind of advanced security system."
>"It's annoying sometimes because birds will eat the berries so I have to keep making them."
>"You're.. Really dedicated. I could never be like you."
>Milly puts her hand on Mashiros shoulder.
>"You will someday. You just have to find the thing that you really want and go for it."
>He looks down at his feet.
>"The thing I really want huh?"
>"Yep."
>"So, this is what you want then?"
>Milly is oddly quiet for a moment.
>"Not really. Actually, my sister is out on a trip to the northern city. She gave me some candy from the north, and it was really tasty. I wish I could have gone with.. I want to make sure she's ok. And it would be nice to explore a new area too."
>"You've never been to the north?"
>"Nope.. I've wanted to go when Morgan or Dad went but.. I always have to stay behind."
>"Thats.. Sad."
>"But I'm not mad or anything! I'm happy that they come back. And they share their goodies with me.. And they tell me about all their fun adventures."
>Mashiro is quiet for a moment.
>"So.. Thats what you really want right?"
>"Yeah.. But it'll never happen because I'll always have to watch the farm."
>"W-what if.."
>"Huh?"
>"What if.. Maybe I, could watch over the farm in your place? And fight monsters just like we did today?"
>Milly smiles.
>"Thats nice. But you don't have to do that for me."
>Mashiro grabs Millys hands.
>"But.. W-what if I WANT to do that for you?"
>"M-mashiro.."
>"I-if you teach me.. I can try and takeover for you. Then you'll get to spend time with your sister."
>"But.. Why?"
>"B-because.. I.. Really like you Milly."
>Milly hugs Mashiro.
>"That's so thoughtful.. And then I really will get to go to the north.. Just like I've always wanted.."
>"I promise I'll take care of this farm and defend it no matter what."
>"We'll get started bright and early tomorrow morning."
>"Sounds great Milly, I can't wait.. When should I wake up?"
>"About 3 in the morning."
>"T-three?"
>"I was going to say 1, but I didn't want to overwhelm you."
>Mashiro smiles nervously.

3/4

>>528285
>It's late at night.
>Porter knocks on your door.
>"I know it's late."
"No, it's alright. Whats up?"
>"I.. Wanted to talk to you alone.. Tonight."
"What for? Can't it wait till morning?"
>"I.. Can't sleep so.. I need to get it off my chest."
"Sounds serious. Let's go."

>It's later outside of town.
"Porter, I'm really tired, what's going on? Are you drunk?"
>"I'm not.. I'm actually, thinking clearly."
>She grabs your hands.
>"Morgan, I.. I want you to know, that you're the best friend I've ever had."
"P-porter.. I.. You're my best friend too, aside from my sister."
>"You always said to me, that I could tell you anything.."
"What are you getting at? Porter I don't think I like where this is going."
>"Morgan.. I.. My Father.."
"Are, you finally going to open up about your Dad?"
>"My Dad, is the leader of the southern bandits."
>Silence for a moment.
>You laugh.
"T-that's a good one Porter.. Heh.. Good joke.. Your Dad, he's a Baron isn't he?"
>"He is."
>It hits you like a brick.
"N-no.."
>"He bought his way into the aristocracy, using stolen goods from the southern people."
"It can't be.."
>"This tattoo of the Blue dragon on my back."
>She shows it to you again.
>"It's not just a pretty marking. It's a symbol of the gang my father belongs to, the gang that terrorizes the south. The Wyverns of Pestilence."
"All this time Porter.. How could you lie to me!?"
>"I didn't!"
"You said he was a Baron, and that you were the lady. That you had employees who worked under your Dad that were like brothers to you."
>"All of that was true. The members of our gang are tight knit, so of course they're like brothers."
"B-but.. I thought we were friends, I thought I could trust you! And now you come and tell me your Dad is the kingpin of the biggest criminal organization on the southern half of the continent? How could you just lie to me that way?!"
>"I never lied to you! Everything I said was true.. Right down to hating my father."
"What?"
>"The reason, I hate my father, is because he does those things. Because he extorted the people of the south in order to secure his place at the top. I never wanted to be the daughter of a Baron. Or have some fancy title bestowed upon me."
"Why haven't you tried to stop him-"
>She grabs you by the scruff.
>"You don't think I've tried!? He never listens to me! He thinks just because he buys me all these nice things he can pacify me and purchase my cooperation."
"Porter.."
>"I.. I just wanted to come clean.. It's not something I'm proud of and.."
>Porter starts tearing up.
>"I didn't want to keep it a secret from you any longer."
"I-"
>"I want us to be friends still.. And I.. Couldn't bear the thought of not being around you, and hanging out, and going on fun adventures."
>You can't find the words to speak.
>"But then.. I would understand, if this is too much.. And you.. No longer wanted to be friends with someone like me."
>Tears are streaming down her face, and she's teetering on hysterics right now.
>What should I do?
4/4

jump forward and go for the legs

>>532359
Relax. This dog is genetically predisposed to hate black people. He'll bite the thieves arm soon enough

>>532359
Command the dog to bite and scratch.

>>527483
>> Stars

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>>518976
>Corse on Purps
A curse,eh?

Wouldn't we do the magicky thing with the "prodigy"? Oh well.

>Write-in (Dream "Tree")

>>527483
Stars

"John, can I talk to you about something kind of serious...?" you ask, and upon hearing this John shifts to sit upright, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes.

"What is it?" he mumbles, doing his best to cover the yawn wanting to escape. You look out the window first, trying to ignore the rush of sickness you feel before peeking back at him. A new heat rises in your chest, a burning shame that scares you to no end.

"...how do I deal with this...this terrible and awful guilt I feel?" you speak freely, knowing that there is no one sitting close enough to hear you on this moving bus, your confessions only heard by John. "It's painful sometimes, like this...this tangled up and wiggling bunch of knots in my stomach whenever I think about it....think about them..."

"What do you mean by 'them'?" John asks, listening to each word carefully. Matching the sickening motions in your stomach, you can only look down at your fingers tangling up around each other in an attempt to distract you from it all. It feels as if breathing is too daunting of a task, your chest heavy with each inhale. Talking about it doesn't get any easier, and only lets your horrendous crimes be known further.


"Whenever I think about k-...ki-....hurting Warren like that, it makes me sick. And then I think about...about the guy I...I also hurt in the alley...and a woman in her store...I hurt them all. And I don't think I'm supposed to feel bad about all of it, they were all t-trying to hurt me first but I can't help it. I feel dirty, like...like I can't wash their blood off my hands. And it's not like I hurt them cause I was just trying to defend myself. I-...It's like I lost control with it. Like anything good inside me was gone, and I was just left with these feelings of...of wanting to hurt them, instead of just trying to protect myself. Like instead of me, it was all these awful feelings coming out and making me do it...do more then I needed. I couldn't stop, and when I finally did it was too late for me to take any of it back." You fall silent after this, your mouth feeling dry and a burning sensation at your neck. Realizing your nails have once again left their nervous marks against your bare skin, you pull your hand away and hold them both against your stomach. A new wave of nausea hits you, this time as a result of remembering everything that has happened. John remains just as silent, taking time to think over what you've said. It's obviously a lot to take in, even now it's hard for you to swallow.


"And all this is just, festerin' up inside you, ain't it?" John asks, keeping his eyes forward. You only manage to nod, afraid and unsure if you can say anything else right now. "And it just keeps growin'."


"It doesn't feel like I'll be able to hold it all in. Like, one day it's just going to grow and grow and just...all come out. And then maybe I'll just...I'll end up hurting someone I don't mean to, someone who doesn't deserve it or...or someone I..."

[1/3]

"Someone you care about," John finishes your thoughts and once again you find yourself only nodding in agreement, "Ain't somethin' you should have to feel. I'm sure you've already been told it's not your fault."

"Yeah, but that doesn't make me feel any better."

"Not hard to imagine. It'd be a little scarier if you could just shrug it all off as nothin'. I only know what happened with Warren, so I can't speak for certain on those other people you mentioned. And I know I'm just sayin' what's been repeated, but you first have to remember that it ain't your fault. You didn't go out and jump nobody, and it was either you or them. And if they're the type to try and hurt a little girl like you, then I say it's better that they're the ones who got hurt. Not that it'll get rid of them knots, but that's what you got to realize first. Over when I was deployed, you found that out quickly. When you're getting shot at, or have to decide if you should shoot or not. Course you think about everything at that moment that you shouldn't. Could be shooting a guy with a wife and kids, someone just tryin' to support his family who doesn't want anything to do with this stupid war. But then you got bullets comin' at you, and there's a choice to be made. You or them. Ain't no shame in choosing 'you', basic instinct. And in your situation, there ain't any doubt about it. They were the ones completly in the wrong, and probably deserved what was comin' to them. But you also got to realize something too. You can't just forget all this happened. Nothin' good comes from tryin' to push away memories you don't like, trust me on that. Accept that they happened, cause nothin' else will change that."


[2/3]

"I wish it was easier to forget..." you mumble, John sighing at this. He's been down this bumpy road before, and it's painfully obvious how it's not an easy one.

"Me too. But that just not how people work. You keep tryin' to push it away and you're not gonna get any better. But once you accept that all of it happened then you can try to do one of the hardest parts."

"And what's that?"


"Forgive yourself. You aren't in the wrong, but you feel like it anyways. If you forgive yourself for it, then it can help you to move on."

"I don't know if I can do that..."

"It's hard. I'm still struggling with that myself," John scratches at his chin, thinking back to everything he regrets just like you do, "But I just can't stress it enough. You didn't hurt nobody who didn't deserve it, understand?"


You nod, but there's something tugging at your heart.

You have hurt someone who didn't deserve, probably several. But the one that hurts you the most is Michele. With a foolish mistake, you took away someone's daughter and sister, moments before she could have been saved from her dreary life. You couldn't even properly confess this to Lawrence...he knows you were there and he knows it was by your knife, but he still doesn't know that you're the one responsible for her death.

Do you want to try and confess this to John right now, or should you only try to talk about it with Lawrence? Or maybe this is a secret you should take with you to the grave...

Fugg, forgot trip

The situation of today has its upsides, though. With the danger of civil war looming, The NCP republic in what was once South and East Germany has managed to extract quite a bit of aid from the Americans, and has begun researching technological advances unhindered by red tape. Meanwhile, the KN government in
Berlin is producing 1800 new Panzers (6 divisions) along with a 100 new planes, with no opposition in the Reichstag. And in Switzerland, the idea of Pan-Germanism is rapidly gaining ground in the north as German peoples flee across the border, frightened of a civil war.

>>526620
>>526653
NCP here and AFR let me keep his party doing thing while he's gone. So not to fuck him or be a dick, I'll make sure I follow his commands.

What AFR wants to do.
What do you suggest I get done before reunification besides trying to build our own programmable computers, assault rifles, and turning a city into an economic center for globalized trade? Hmm?
And saying that "look, we're not as shitty as everyone thought!" Is different than brainwashing an already 50% ARFP voting state.
Anyway, got places to go, people to see, NCP, do your thing with AFR!

Oh, and while we're at it, monopolize my land country party wise for the ARFP. Show that this experiment shoes that we can run a country successfully, and that even in these several months we have preserved German heritage and Culture. Also mention we want to bridge the rivalry between upper and lower class, so we all get a say. Essentially try to lure any moderates that have left the party back in.
Offer questionnaires to fill out to see how we can fix Germany.
We can run a nation successfully, against all odds, and do politik gud.

I can also postpone unification to get in that donation money before We reunify under the flag of Weimar, considering Many countries somewhat hate Germany and they may see me as a split that is anti German. More Ruble notes!

I'll do my best. I'll focus on Economics, Science, and Anschluss. See if it's possible to coup Switzerland into a Pro German Government OP, and postpone official reunification until later. Everyone can run AFR tomorrow until I get back.

We can always try. I will put Science into Computer Development and assault Weapons, Anschluss into Switzerland, speaking of which, will my Fellow German Brothers help by funding the coup? And For economics, Vaduz will become Slots and Corporations galore.

>>526653
This is what my party does monopolize my land country party wise for the NCP
Turn Prague and Vienna into economic center for globalized trade
Offer questionnaires to fill out to see how we can fix Germany

Show that this experiment shoes that we can run a country successfully, and that even in these several months we have preserved German heritage and Culture. Also mention we want to bridge the rivalry between upper and lower class, so we all get a say. Essentially try to lure any moderates that have left the party back in.

I ask the people what they want there government to do for them.

I want People in NCP Republic to love me and my party that once we reunification in due time everyone would have loved being with my party rule. They get the word of God, places to rest up if there homeless, food if they are starving, work if they are jobless. Better living for everyone.

George

Nigger

sex slave

>>533064

>2. You are correct, a pirate's life is not a life for me. There is much opportunity as a trader here, and I would be quite content with that.

Rolled 44, 37 = 81 (2d100)

>>533064
>2. You are correct, a pirate's life is not a life for me. There is much opportunity as a trader here, and I would be quite content with that.

>>533082
Don't forget to roll the dice, just put 2d100 into the options field when making a new post.

>>527839
Eat it.

>>527839
Tell a friend what you found.

>>527839
Swallow it. Let's go on a trip.

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>Stats:
>Population: Fourty Syrinx Monks, all possessed of either filed talons to signify their vows of peace, or beaks kept sealed in the daytime to illustrate vows of silence. Five new hatchlings wander, and when they reach adolescence the choice will have to be made whether they are to file down their talons or seal their beaks. A single Griffon hatchling, immensely rare and prized throughout all the world, dwells in the monastery.
>Food Sources: Your people have food brought to them by birds of prey, who they commune with and make deals with, but most food comes from either hunting or from the tribute of the kobolds, who leave massive offerings of food and resources on the altar devoted to your kind
>Leaders: Abbot Aella, A powerful mage, skilled in the use of Air and weather magic, revered as the Father god of the Kobolds, Kal, Revered as mother of the kobolds, who runs a hospital for the little creatures, caring for and teaching them.
>Diplomacy: One tribe of the Kobolds act as a labour force and as pseudo slaves, living separately in their own society but following the whims of your people as needed. They love their new gods, and are wholly devoted. This tribe numbers around eight hundred. The other kobolds of the area have added your people to their pantheon of gods, but you are not yet the universal central gods. The scattered human refugees from the destroyed villages of the area have not yet been contacted, but they have been spotted from time to time in the hills. The Goblins fight your people when they see you, which does not happen often. You have killed many of them, but their massive numbers still fill the area, skirmishing with the kobold tribes from time to time. A small community of giants dwell in the next mountain along from your kind, herding sheep. They have been influenced by your people, but are not vassals of any sort.


>Please roll for actions/ideas! (1d20 per action, 1d100 per idea. 2 Actions per turn, 1 Idea optionally per turn. 1 Action/Idea per person per turn.

Rolled 99 (1d100)

>>525592
idea?

-write the holy book (generally is us being the angel and earth dwellers needs salvation, reward as ascendment afterlife
>cultivate those Kal's hospital kobolds into evangelist with subtle magic

>>525618
Well. There you go, I suppose.

>>533000
Big press statement at the winners circle!

Head to the garage hoping to get into her car and go home to relax. On the way though...

>>532865
Your previous thread didn't even hit autosage. Come the fuck on.

>>532865
Why are you making a new thread if you old one in just 2 hours old?

>>532874
>>532870
Okay, okay...Should I just take this one down then?

Self bump because reasons.

Btw anons this quest will be entirely written by YOU that means it can be whatever you guys feel like use your imagination.

I start us off then. You are bob the African American pilot. You have just woken up. What do?
>drink
>breakfast
>check time
>no time,must get to work!
>sleep in
>write in

I go home. Fuck school.

>>531051
Shoot up the school

>>531058
lol

Is your character:
>Male
>Human
>Warrior (barbarian)

main weapon specialty
>Two Handed

skillset ( Pick three. )
>Intimidation
>Acrobatics (tumbling, climbing, swimming, etc.)
>Perception

>>528120
Oh dear that char gen.
>Male
>Human
>Arcanist
>Aggressive spells
>Knowledge arcana
>Craft potions
>Craft Handle animals.

>>528133
>Craft Handle animals
I mean
>Handle animals.

The interrogation at the police station isn't over before 1 pm. It upsets you that your free time has been wasted on responding over and over to the same questions asked by the police officer.

The police's arguments had no leg to stand on. You were linked to her disappearance only because you're the only person she interacted with in the last seven days. Sure, she did tell you she was leaving for a trip, but you couldn't reasonably suspect her of planning her escape. Even her request for more medicines was nothing but ordinary, considering her heart condition.

In the end, the officer who interrogated you acknowledged that an amnesiac boy with heart problems couldn't have possibly been capable of consciously aiding the girl in her escape, never mind kidnapping her.

You're in the car with Mutou, driving back to the school. He doesn't particularly like having to do this on his free day either, but at least this gives you the chance to talk with him.

"I was thinking, prof. Mutou. I want to join the Demon Hunters".

"Ah. Well this is great news and all, but I wouldn't have minded waiting for Monday to learn about this"

"Yeah, I wouldn't have minded telling you on Monday either. But no one could have predicted this situation. By the way, would you be interested in a trade?"

"Depends. What do you offer, and what do you want?"

"I am offering a broken Hand of St Eurosia. In exchange, I want some paperwork to send to the Church. I'd like to cover for Miura, since I am the reason her mission failed"

"Alright. That I can arrange. Bring the Hand to my atelier tomorrow, maybe I can turn it into something useful"

"Thanks", you say, sighing in relief. At least this was easy.

"Did Katayama look strange to you last time you've seen her?", Mutou suddenly asks.

"I've been asked this question several times today and my answer's not gonna change. She looked quite sick. She was covering her neck and her eyes, she said she had a cold. Nothing unusual there"

"If she had a cold, sure, there was nothing unusual about that. But what if it weren't a cold?"

"I don't know. What if?"

Mutou takes a deep breath. "I suppose I should explain how vampirism works to you"

"No need, Miura already did it. Still, it may take several years to turn into a vampire. It's not something you do overnight".

"If there's something I've learned, Nakai, is that there's no rule without an exception. You're the living proof of that".

You shrug. The possibility that Rika is a vampire exists, but it's a remote one. More importantly, on the topic of the Dead Apostle Ancestor you're hunting, and on Demon Hunting in general, you should ask Mutou about:

>[Write-in]

>>525534

So Rika went Satsuki way?
That'd be sad.

Ask Mutou about:
>How strong Dead Apostles are
>What supernatural abilities they might have
>Do sunlight, garlic and other traditional things harm them?
>How do you usually hunt a vampire anyway?
>Do the local Demon Hunters have something on this vampire already?
Is the vampire a cute girl?
>Who's the other Church operative in the school, the one the demon warned us about, and whether she is dangerous to us
>Can we somehow persuade the Church that we are a good guy so that they leave us alone?

>>525534
>what will my duties/obligations as a member of the demon hunters be

>who else is an active agent in the school? Do we need to worry about them?

>this D.A., do we know anything about its identity or abilities or has it been too circumspect for us to know anything more than it is actively feeding in the area?

Why are we covering for Miura? I'm fine with not killing her and stuff but honestly it seems like it would be in our best interest if the Church decided to pull her out of the school due to her botching things up.