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>>266305
There's a bed right there in case you need to rest, or *wink* something else *wink wink*

>>266305
Hug the Gnat

>>266305
Ask her if she needs a moment

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As you rise unsteadily to your feet it strikes you just how short you are. Chryssa is tall for a human woman, but compared to most Samjan she's pitiably short. Unfortunately, now you are too. The perspective shift has left you feeling almost like a child, everything seems so much larger than you remember it being. The doors in particularly are enormous, you'd have to jump just to touch the top of the frame.

You still don't remember where you are, not with any sort of clarity. There's a vague notion that you're in control here, but that's more a natural sense than due to any sort of retained memory. You're likewise uncertain what to do about your current predicament. Restoring your previous body should be as simple as rotting this body's flesh and bones and then regrowing your own to replace what was lost. Yet even if you are disgustingly pale, laughably short, and hideously ugly there are certain benefits to being in this form. For one, you're incredibly muscular and you have the strength to match. You feel like you could rip a man in half with your bare hands.

With your soul in its currently depleted state your memory is not what it could be, but you still get the sense that a compromise doesn't necessarily need to be made. You feel like you might have read somewhere that there's a way to edit memories and self-image. Certainly your people tell stories of... well, a person who could freely alter every minute detail of how they perceive themselves. They were among the most famous of the Sikari, an elite unit within the military of the Hiacian Empire which was responsible for hunting down and killing Vatis who have either risen against the power of the Shahanshah or gone on some manner of insane rampage.

So perhaps, via the proper manipulation of your soul, you could retain the elements of this form which you enjoy and discard those that you dislike. However, the idea sets you ill at ease. You'd be incorporating the elements of a degenerates soul into that most intimate and closely guarded portion of your own, that which contains your self-image. Although, that brings up a curious point.

What part of the soul contains the self-image? It certainly couldn't be the husk, you've exhausted your husk entirely and even in that state Zahak managed to heal you in a manner consistent with how you view yourself. Granted he wasn't skilled enough to heal you without turning you into a scarred abomination, but it still worked. If you'd lacked any sort of self-image, his magic should have simply rolled off of you, unable to bind itself to anything substantive. It should have been like trying to heal a corpse.

(1/2)

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Perhaps the shell could contain one's perception of the self? It is, after all, the part of the soul which seems most tied to the physical world. It would make sense for it to also tie itself closely to the mortal vessel housing the soul. It also seems to be primarily responsible for binding the soul to a vessel. Indeed, based upon what you know of the soul's structure and function, that would seem the most logical place to search for the self-image.

You glance briefly towards the unconscious woman sprawled across the sands of the sparring grounds. A vivid memory springs unbidden to the forefront of your thoughts, a memory of your father returning from a hunt with an enormous boar towed behind him on a sled. Bandages were wrapped around his abdomen, blood-soaked where one of the animal's tusk gored him through his leathers.

He sees you standing by the gate, and perhaps sensing your worry hands the sled's rope off to one of the other hunters as he draws near. You're scooped up into a loving embrace, twirled through the air before he sets you gently on the cobblestones and affectionately ruffles your hair. “A warrior never shows the pain they feel. It only encourages the enemy. Remember that.”

It's a pleasant memory, until you realize your father isn't a human. Then you're not quite sure what to think. The knowledge that a human's memories have been so completely integrated into your own that you couldn't immediately tell them apart worries you immensely. What if you start to think like a human, perhaps even grow fond of human women? What would your parents think? Your father, may he feast among the ancestors, would probably hide you if he thought you were interested in other women.

>You're exhausted, you barely know where you are. Sleep on it, and make a decision about what to do in the morning.
>This is too weird, you don't like this. Rot away flesh and bone until you're normal again.
>Bear with it for a while, you want to conduct a few experiments. (Write-in)
>Write-in

>>270696
>You're exhausted, you barely know where you are. Sleep on it, and make a decision about what to do in the morning.

Rolled 1 (1d2)

>>268331

>>268334

Great, now we know where we’re from; England's garden of opportunity, Rose City.

Now another important question:

Are you:

1. Rich
2. Working-Class
3. Poor

Roll 1d3 first reply wins.

>>268334
Oi mate, what the bloody fock is wrong with ya? A bloody fockin' one!

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Criproghad:
Climbing down the sloping wall of the crater, your foot catches in a couple places as worn stone crumbles under you almost sending you falling down to your death. A new method of entrance may be needed soon to ensure the safety of your villagers, perhaps the pig tail fibers that have been harvested from the new farm would be useful for ropes.

You soon find yourself back in your home, a humble stone shelter containing your bed of tied together cave wheat and pig tail fibers, and a stone desk piled with stacks of books of which you have no comprehension. One is open on the bed and you search the pages for some discernable shape or character, however you are lost on where to begin with the runic scribbles that the book contains. One figure continues to catch your eye, as if you have seen it before somewhere but you cannot remember where. Sitting at the desk you sort through the bits of scrap you have collected and begin to work on your project, lights powered by magic that burn for eternity with only an original magic source as their fuel. This project will take much time to finish, however you feel you have made large strides so far. You lean back in your chair, much to do, but where to begin?

Goldemaar:
Returning from retrieving the only person in your new home you’ve come to think of as a friend, you can’t help but find yourself concerned for the little guy. He’s been spending much time in the darkness of the surrounding tunnels and with the threat of an unknown beast lurking in the shadows you can’t help but worry for his safety. Slink will be fine, Slink is always fine. He has grown to fear the beast so you have no concern for his safety; Criproghad however has no fear. Perhaps if you ease some of his stress over the concerns of the village he will ease up a bit.

You pat a child kobold on the shoulder, you’ve seen him sulking in the same alleyway for days now. His parents were never found when escaping from the city after they were separated while making their flight. Perhaps some more exploration of the caves may yield some insight into the whereabouts of the other refugees. Many villagers are also concerned for their new family’s safety with what everyone has come to call “the beast” stalking your hunters in the dark. This new threat may need to be confronted soon. Slink may have some more information on where The Beast hides, if you can get him to speak about it.

You sigh and take a deep breath to orient yourself to the new tasks, then smile as you see the three new pyromancer kobolds Ember has created finally returning from their training. Things will begin to look up, you’ll make sure of it.

I'll wait for a few replies to see if there's interest before I post the status block for the tribe.

You got a map op?

Also bump for interest

Bumping,
And second on the map request.

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>>265867
We agreed to inquire about benefits and obligations

>>265858
>>265815
>>265784

"Tell me more about these benefits"
"Sure. Well first off, I'll need to know your level. Please switch your profile to public."

>Do it.
>This is suspicious, leave

You're on a mission to track down a lost Outcast member who vanished while in the northern Capital Wasteland reaches. No sight of him has come back, other than a message. "I am not leaving the Oasis."

You must find this place, and bring him back.

>Go to Paradise Falls but remain hidden from the slavers.

Turn on radio and camp out listening to galexy news for clues

>>275629
it's dead, jim.

"Free-lance PI, ya. The name's Achachak. You can call my Chuck."

>>270925

Wendigo or Skinwalker First Nations protagonist. Pick your favorite.

>>270925
>>270942

You okay OP?

Buddy ol' pal?

>>265582
Miellewds-guy here.

>making sessions week-long
I've seen it have its good sides and bad sides.
The slower pace can let more people participate, but individual votes will take hours to produce a story post.

>>265593
I mostly mean we can just keep most of the action on thur-fri and since the threads seem to last a week, I can check it twice a day for comments and suggestions. Just want you guys to remember the thread will be here and that i WILL check it from time to time.

Anyway, we left with thinking about the scarcity of high level monsters, right?

You guys wanna continue with that or fast forward a bit? should we do a long thing with Mai and the shadows, or just have it happening on the background for the most part?

>>265620
I think the scarcity of high level monsters is important for Eldric to look into; it will lead to a breakthrough in his understanding of the world.

Also, I'd like a long thing with Mai and the rest of the Shadows.

>Says update will arrive in 20 minutes
>Update arrives in 15 minutes instead of 30

Who are you and what have you done with Grub?

>>265475
>1 hour later
>update posted
>"Nevermind, it's him alright..."

Joking aside, it might run a little late

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>Shots fired

Umbra: Exactly

>>277119
>>Write-in.
Panic.

>>277119
>>Sate your hunger. End him.

Calling it with a combination of panicked hunger.

I expected more responses after a break of only one year and seven months. Players are so hard to keep a hold of now that /qst/ is a thing.

Roll me 2d6, we'll make it bo2 or settle for one set of dice since we're not going to get a third roll.

>>265153
THICC
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2nd for incubus mc best waifu

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>>265153
Razzrak get interested in Lola. He likes her spirit and fighting abilities. For the upcoming battle he decide to help her with some magic
roll d10
1-muscle growth
2-berserk mode
3-magic weapon
4-magic armor
5-wild power for mouse
6-thunder thights
7-fists of rage
8-super speed
9-overwhelming power
10-god's punch

>>277574
Memesus.

>>277574
Punished "Venom" Philippe

>>277574
L'Apôtre Saint Philippe

>>277032
Get the other hat

>take hat

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Though the cactus put up quite a fight, you acquire the hat. It is covered in sharp cactus thorns.

You have: hat, rolled tobacco, vest, kerchief, button-up shirt, britches, boots, rope, thorn-covered hat.

>>273615

The impact sends ticklish agony flashing through your freshly-healed broken arm. (+2 Stress: 57) (+1 Fury: 76) An instant later, the sky, the rain, the whole world is eclipsed by the slogbuh’s incredible mass as he rolls overtop you.

Your horns and face are mashed against hard stone.

A thunder of sound and power shocks through the mountain of flesh atop you, rattling your bones and heaving the ground weightlessly out from beneath you. The momentous motion accompanies a flash of agony from Crabby. You feel his life burn away like a tissue in a furnace.

Your entire body is left buzzing from the intensity of the muted blast. The raw stench of burnt meat and sulphurous smoke threatens to suffocate you.

Choking on fumes, you drag yourself with shadow and claw out from under the dead whale crab. His armored plates catch on your horns, on your bony wings, but your desperation lends you strength to tear free. (-2 PP: 7)

Stained with Crabby’s blood, you emerge from beneath the behemoth into a hellscape.

The even stone of the parade ground for yards in every direction is cracked and aglow with searing heat. Blistering, sulphurous air fills your lungs – if you were human, you’d probably have third degree burns inside your throat by now.

>>273618

Stress: 57/103
Sanity: 92/100
Fury: 76

HP: 29/35
PP: 7/47
LW: 7/15

You turn and narrow an eye through the volcanic haze, spying Anatu immediately. The heiress clutches her spear as a crutch, trying to keep weight off her maimed leg. Seeing you chiefly uninjured, her expression turns frantic. “No,” she growls to herself, trying to pull herself further up her spear. “No no no! You’re supposed to die!”

Without her incredible reserve of magic to fall back on, Anatu’s weakness is so obvious you can taste it in her blood. It’s a fearful, ripe taste that drifts on the air, cutting through the smell of yours and Crabby’s like a searchlight.

>You killed my grabboid.
>You had your fun. Yield or die.
>Approach menacingly.
>If I had ten thousand dollars for every time somebody said that, I’d have like, twenty, twenty thousand dollars? Thirty maybe.
>Call all surviving summons to make their attack.
>You’re feeling beat. Draw your rifle and shoot her.
>Throw your Izhowak spear at her.
>Other (?)

>>273625
>>Approach menacingly.
>You had your fun. Yield or die.

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“That's a long way up.”

You stand at the base of the mountain trail, staring up at the peak. “So Settan's all the way up there, huh?” you ask, scratching the back of your head.

“Seems that way,” Maro answers, readying his rifle. “If we can make it up there, take him out, then this supposed Endless Night will be behind us.”

“Hate to be a downer, but are we sure that's possible?” Ken asks. “I mean, Settan's much more powerful than any of us, and he's got that Archdemon backing him up... can we really beat him?”

Maro shakes his head. “I'll be completely honest, the odds are slim. We have him outnumbered, but he has us vastly overpowered. However, we do have a few secret weapons of our own.” He looks over to you and nods.

“No way,” you answer. “I'm not feeding that thing, no matter what. It's exactly what Settan wants.”

“Suit yourself, it's your choice,” Maro replies. “As Saki has informed me, you and Alice apparently aren't the only ones to get powers from demons.”

Oh yeah, quite a few of the group are looking quite perturbed about the news broken by Oharu earlier. Rei's extreme speed powers come from a demidemon as it was called. Not quite on the same level as the Archdemon that possesses you, but still a being powerful enough to bestow those kinds of abilities. She's probably not the only one in the group with that kind of power either. Hiro's healing abilities and Sayeka's foresight spring to mind. All three of them are looking disturbed by the revelation that their powers come from demons.

You decide to get cracking on that whole morale duty before you continue on the final stretch towards Settan and approach Rei. “How are you holding up?” you ask, with genuine concern.

Rei, being her usual self, is quick to deflect the question. “I'm fine! Never better! I'm ready to kick some cultist ass and get the hell out of here!”

“So, you aren't freaked out by what Oharu told you?” you ask more directly.

Rei sighs. “You can see right through me, can't you? Yeah, of course I'm freaked out. Not by the news itself... I mean, these powers had to come from somewhere, right? What scares me is what that news means... my illness, the reason I'm coughing up blood, wasting away... it's because of my powers. It's been said that feeding that thing inside you will make you lose your memories, right? Well for me, using my speed is draining my physical health.”

“So, what are you going to do about it?”

Rei shrugs. “I don't know. I can't stop using my powers, especially not in a situation like this! My speed is needed for when we're in danger! I guess it's just a matter of working out when using my powers is really worth the risk.”

“I'm sure Akira will be first to decide on that,” you remark.

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Rei laughs. “Yeah, I guess so! Her breathing down my neck can be a pain in the ass most of the time... but I am pretty lucky to have her watching out for me. Uhh... no offence on that pain in the ass comment, Akira.”

“None taken,” Akira mutters, standing directly behind Rei.

It's good to finally have an answer to the source of Rei's sickness, though you wonder why Hiro and Sayeka aren't inflicted with the same, assuming their powers do come from the same source. Hiro hasn't used his abilities to any major extent, except for during the fight against Yamato, and even then it took a lot out of him. That could be a reason for the lack of negative effects, but in Sayeka's case? She's using her powers 24/7, with no real way of shutting them off. It's a good thing she isn't coughing up blood or dropping into a coma... but why isn't she? Perhaps her ability just takes less out of her than Rei's. Perhaps Sayeka hasn't yet pushed the limits of her power... after all, all her visions are uncontrolled and hazy.

“Before I forget...” Shinji mutters, as he approaches you and pulls out a small purple round-shaped fruit from his bag, “We found a few of these in a nearby forest. Lilo was quick to test them against our better judgement. Luckily for her and us, they're edible.

You take a bite of the fruit, and recoil in horror. God, that tastes terrible, like chewing on tobacco paste. Still, food is food, and you work up the will to finish the thing.

“So Shinji...” Akio mumbles, his mouth full of fruit. “Have you reconsidered the idea of me dating your little sister?”

“Now is hardly the time for that,” Shinji replies. “And no... I haven't.”

“Come on! Why not?” Akio protests.

“You'd be a disappointment,” Shinji answers bluntly.

“Yeah, and Shinji doesn't want anyone taking his title as the king of disappointment!” Hikaru retorts.

“Are you still upset about the picnic?” Shinji asks. “I promise, as soon as we get out of here, we'll have that picnic. It's still summer, Hikaru.”

“You've broken that promise enough times already,” Hikaru folds her arms. “It doesn't really mean anything anymore.”

“You know, I could take you out on a picnic,” Akio offers, smirking. “Just the two of us. It'll be real romantic.”

“You really don't know when to give up, do you?” Hikaru laughs.

“Giving up has never been in my nature,” Akio replies.

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“I've noticed,” Hikaru fires back. “But you should really call it quits at this point. You're a good guy... sometimes... and I like you, but come on, Akio. This isn't going to work out. I want to date a guy that I can see myself marrying a few years from now, and let's face it... that's not you. You aren't the marriage type. I doubt you could stay faithful to a girl for more than a couple weeks. You were checking out Chihiro's ass about five minutes ago!”

“That's not my fault!” Akio says, raising his hands in defence. “She was bent over in a very compromising-”

“Look, let's just drop it,” Hikaru replies, a little frustrated. “I don't need you hitting on me at a time like this, in front of my brother, and to be honest, this whole game of yours in general is starting to get real boring.”

“But I-”

“Goodbye, Akio.”

As soon as Hikaru turns to walk away, Akio takes a deep breath and drops to one knee, reaching into his pocket and pulling out a small box. Oh... this is going to be painful? You feel as though you should go over to Saki and Maro and discuss the upcoming trek up the mountainside, but you don't think anyone in the group can take their eyes off the coming trainwreck.

“Hikaru Shirai...” Akio states, grabbing Hikaru attention. She turns around and stares at Akio in wide-eyed shock as she see's him pop open the box to reveal a small diamond ring. “Will you marry me?”

For a moment, nobody can speak. Shinji, a usually stoic guy, has completely lost his composure, standing in slack-jawed amazement as Akio makes a complete fool of himself.

Hikaru continues to stare, unable to find any words to say, before finally managing to squeeze out, “Not the most romantic setting to ask that, is it? And when did you get that anyway?”

Akio smiles, blissfully unaware of the many horrified eyes staring at him at this very moment. “I bought it in town about a week ago. I was planning on waiting until we got out of this hellhole before asking you, but you kinda forced my hand here.”

Satomi is covering her mouth, and you can't tell if she's stifling back tears or uncomfortable laughter. Seishiro looks just about ready to faint.

After another long silence, Akio begins to realise how uncomfortable this situation is, before muttering, “You haven't answered my question. Will you marry me?”

Hikaru is quick to shake her head. “No. Of course not. I'm not going to marry you.”

Harsh. “Why not?” Akio asks, a dejected look on his face.