Bone Weary Quest

>>1019556
>The Naive - You were here for no real reason - the beach has always been where you’ve turned to if you can’t sleep. However, with this amount of driftwood, you could sell it and help out with getting the medicine for your father. Perhaps Master Chavez will even promote you...

>The Naive - You were here for no real reason - the beach has always been where you’ve turned to if you can’t sleep. However, with this amount of driftwood, you could sell it and help out with getting the medicine for your father. Perhaps Master Chavez will even promote you...

>The Naive - You were here for no real reason - the beach has always been where you’ve turned to if you can’t sleep. However, with this amount of driftwood, you could sell it and help out with getting the medicine for your father. Perhaps Master Chavez will even promote you...

>>1019556
>The Purposeless - The secrets of driftwood are known to you and you alone, and you wish to bring the supplies back to a safe place. If all goes well, you may even be able to plant trees across the island, ones untainted by whatever manner of corruption most on this island suffer from.

>The Purposeless - The secrets of driftwood are known to you and you alone, and you wish to bring the supplies back to a safe place. If all goes well, you may even be able to plant trees across the island, ones untainted by whatever manner of corruption most on this island suffer from.

>>1019556
>The Purposeless - The secrets of driftwood are known to you and you alone, and you wish to bring the supplies back to a safe place. If all goes well, you may even be able to plant trees across the island, ones untainted by whatever manner of corruption most on this island suffer from.

>>1019556
>The Purposeless

(Calling for the Purposeless, writing now.)

>>1019658
what is the point in this quest?

>>1019687
Let's wait for him to reveal that before asking him to spoil it.

>>1019705
why even bother though?

>>1019687
>>1019731
And why did you bother to vote then?

>>1019741
because I have no purpose

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>>1019731
Then why bother reading a fucking book when you can just fucking read the summary online? Why watch a movie when you can get your friend to tell you what happens? Do you see how retarded that line of thinking is?

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Closing your eyes, the wind continues to bite into you, your frost tipped eyelashes giving your eyelids weight enough to make opening them a chore. You stay very still and listen, hoping to catch something, anything, that will help you get out of this situation. After all, you know the stories - acquiring driftwood can be deadly, and bodies are often found staining the beach red. Some even wash up from time to time, bloated beyond compare. You shiver, imagining your own corpse floating out there on the abyssal waters, and that's when the people out there begin to speak.

"Everyone, come here." A loud voice booms out in what you assume is the middle of the beach, but you can't be certain. His next words chill you to the core.

"We are gathered here to celebrate the first ascendance in more than five centuries. The children of the lord will be upon us soon, and we must do what we can to ensure that all goes to plan."

Truly, it's not his words alone that scare you - but there is screaming, quiet at first, but becoming louder and louder. These people, whoever they are, have prisoners - and worst of all, they're walking towards you.

You stay completely still, and the boots of tens, possibly hundreds of people walking by make themselves known to you. You open your eyes to see figures clad in black cloaks walking to the entrance of a nearby cave - one that happens to be situated right next to the crevice.

For a moment when they all reach the dark cave, there is an eery silence. You relight your lamp, for a moment - and that is when the screaming of the captives begins again. Over the course of a minute, their voices become distorted, like they're speaking through water - and by the end of that minute, their voices are an unholy cacophony of something not human. And all of a sudden, it stops.

Knowing that they're a decent distance away, you poke your head out to see all those people in the cloaks circling... something. What is that?!

There are 5 people clad in white robes, who you assume to be the prisoners, with their hands on what for all intents and purposes appears to be some form of living yet decaying flesh. Where they are touching it their skin is inflamed and red, and it seems to have spread through most of their body. The thing seems to pulse along with the spreading corruption, its flesh sagging with each convulsion.

Whatever this thing is, it's not human.

Roll a 1d100-10, best of 3 please.

Rolled 27 + 10 (1d100 + 10)

>>1019759

Rolled 88 + 10 (1d100 + 10)

>>1019759

Rolled 25 + 10 (1d100 + 10)

>>1019759
ceкc

Rolled 80 (1d100)

(for options, in case you didn't know, you need to enter dice+1d100+-10 for a negative modifier. Of course, even if the modifier is messed up, I'll still take the roll.)

>>1019765
78. Writing.

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>>1019774
(Whoops, didn't actually mean to roll anything. Ignore that.)

You avert your eyes and manage to stay calm as the abomination stops pulsing. But what you see when you open them again possibly even worse.

Flames now surround everything within the vicinity of the cloaked figures, tongues of fire licking at the ice, as if threatening to reveal its secrets. In the middle of the fire stands 5 beings of unimaginable height and shape - clear perversions of the 5 prisoners who stood there before.

Their arms are elongated and blackened, each warped at the joints in both their arms and their fingers. God, their fingers - once fleshy and pale, they are now reduced to charred bone, yet they too are elongated, looking akin to a spider's legs. Their legs are thinned, but by far the most normal looking thing there. Their chest is holed and worn, with what you can glimpse beneath appearing to be burnt and charred. Worst of all is their head - all their defining features have been burnt to a crisp, with only their eye sockets and mouth remaining. However, even that is twisted - the appearance of these features looks more like an inner flame had burnt through them, rather than the natural appearance of a healthy being. Hugely tall, the tallest of the apparent acolytes could not even reach up to their knees.

You recognize the man from earlier by his voice. "Rise, Second Sons of Nac'Acti. This land is his, and the depths below are yours."

These words are echoed by his followers all around, but you have eyes only for him. He is of average build, with dark hair and tanned skin. You wouldn't be able to pick him out of a crowd - that is, if the mania apparent on his face didn't make it clear he was the leader of this group.

Having heard the words of this man, the beasts press their palms against the ground - and with a thunderous crack, it breaks beneath their colossal strength. A massive hole forms and in turn, they all drop down, fiery forms plunging into the unknown depths below.

With that, these cultists seem satisfied. They walk off, but their leader turns to look at the crevice where you're hidden. Gazing for merely a few moments, you still feel terrified that he may know you're there. But in time, he too wanders away.

You wait an hour, then another, and finally emerge from the crevice. The light of dawn is finally appearing on the horizon, and the villagers will most likely come down and discover the hole soon. Without any delay, you have to figure out what to do.

>Check for the driftwood
>Head home
>Look at the hole in the ground
>Write-in

>>1019853
>Check for the driftwood

>>1019853
>Look at the hole in the ground

>>1019853
>Check for the driftwood
>DON'T Look at the hole in the ground

>>1019853
>>Check for the driftwood
Its a bad idea to look in the hole since we are WEAK to going insane

>>1019853
Head home

>Check for the driftwood

(I figure I'll mention this now - you having a +5 to Blessing from the beginning is good for you. It's a +5 to encounters and "looting", and once per session you can apply that +5 to one roll. So it can be used to make something super great or try to negate the effects of a super bad roll.)

It appears we'll check for driftwood first and then head home.

I'd like d100 + 5, Bo3 please.

Rolled 25 + 5 (1d100 + 5)

>>1019949

Rolled 24 + 5 (1d100 + 5)

>>1019949

Rolled 83 + 5 (1d100 + 5)

>>1019949

Well then, the same anon rolled the best of the lot twice.

88. Writing.

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>>1019853
You make your way towards the driftwood, avoiding the scorch marks left behind by what those cultists called "Second Sons." Giving a wide berth to the gaping hole left behind in the ground, you do note that the abomination sat inside the middle of the circle is gone. Whether it was perhaps consumed or went with the cultists you do not know - but it left behind no trace other than an unnaturally heavy imprint on the ground.

Luckily, the wood was mostly unharmed by the events that took place earlier. Some pieces show signs of flame damage, and you see the cinders left behind by a completely burnt one as well. However, you're able to secure enough in your bag, gray and tattered as it is with age, and you begin the slow trek back home.

The climb up the hill is surprisingly easy. The flames softened the packed snow and ice enough that you can get footholds quickly, and in a mere half hour you stand upon the peak of the hill once more.

From this direction, the hill overlooks Gato, the main city on the island. From this distance, it's all clean metal and snow encrusted houses, with smaller shacks in the slums being farthest from the hill. It borders Lake Mar, the only source of freshwater fish within the territory. And of course, the port is where you head.

Climbing aboard your small sailing vessel, you head towards the middle of the lake - there exists your island home, a paradise of which you are the only resident.

(continued in a moment, just grabbing some food.)

Back and am writing

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Across the swiftly lightening waters, your ship travels, your expertise in using it after living on an island so long being a great help. You think back of when you first came there - your parents left you there with your grandfather, wishing for you to have a better life. He taught you all of what he knew about the way of life your people, the Dagan, had lived for over a millenia. At least, the way of life they lived before the Andites came.

Your boat nears the shore of the island and you step onto the land once more. The snow touches only the peaks of the trees here, this hidden oasis that to most, due to technology from your grandfather's time, appears to be a large rock formation in the middle of nowhere. It is the home of not just you, but the most important resource on the island as of now - the trees. Your grandfather taught you that too... "Ata, this secret you must take to your grave, for the mainland has no trees."

Your name is Ataciaro Sanchez, and you really need to get some sleep.

(This will be the end of my run for today. I will give an update later on whether I will run Sunday or Monday, but for now we'll stop here. I'm free to answer questions if you want - just not feeling well, and don't want post quality to go down because of that.)

>>1020184
This was top notch.I fucking love trees too. Can't wait to start planting trees on the mainland and get some ecology going.

Next session tomorrow, starting at 12 PM EST.

>>1021376
Apologies, looks like I have to delay til 5 - something has come up

>>1023186
(Really sorry about this everyone, but it looks like a run won't happen until tomorrow. Power just got knocked out for the third time in a span of 3 days, and I'm stuck with my phone on low charge atm. Once again, sorry)

>>1023627
make sure that you use that battery life for what really matters: good hentai

Starting at 6 EST, providing my shitty luck doesn't screw me once more.

Perhaps you were doomed to failure that evening. Perhaps it was fate. You've never put much weight in either, but it wouldn't be the strangest thing you've ever experienced. As you lie in bed, these thoughts flicker across your mind like so many blades of grass on a windy day.

Glancing out your window, the sun seems to be slowly sinking. It's the first night since the incident on the beach, and you're still not sure what to make of it. It wasn't the first time you had witnessed something along those lines, but the day you did was the day your grandfather died, on a night 7 years ago.

*****

"Ata, wake up. Ata?"

Groaning, you shove the covers off your still aching body. According to the light shining through the window, it appears to be around noon.

"Ah, and good morning to you Ata. Had a good sleep?"

Your grandfather's face wrinkles even more with the smirk that dons his face, as if that's even possible. It is lined and worn from his time as a fisherman, and it's creased in every place imaginable. How funny, you think, that sailors faces wrinkle like the waves they sail on. Perhaps when they get too wrinkled they drown? Or maybe -

"Ata? Cmon, get up, we've got to be heading to the groves."

That's right. After the sailing lesson yesterday, grandfather promised he'd show you something important today. You should probably grab anything you need.

>Flashlight
>Rope
>Jacket
>Write in

(I will say that write ins are encouraged especially on this vote.)

>>1027284
>>Flashlight

>>1027284
>Flashlight
>Jacket
>Survival Knife?

>>1027284
Fleshlight

>>1027284
>Flashlight
>Rope
>Jacket
>Weapon(?)
>Supplies for the trip (Food and Water)

>>1027284
>Flashlight
>Rope
>Jacket
>Weapon(Gun and Knife?)
>Supplies for the trip (Food and Water)