Tarot Quest

Rolled 17 (1d22)

>>1397300
Ayy imma join this crook

Rolled 3 (1d22)

>>1397300
I'm assuming you meant to place The Fool as 22nd.

"Daaaaaamn fool! Yo talkin' some crazy ass voodoo, nigga! Gimme some o' yo shit coz that kush must be lit-as-fuck! Whatz this wack magic setup yo got here coz it lookin' dank as hell, mang! Yo got the mothufuckin' caravan, yo got the mothufuckin' robes, dude nigga yo set foe life! Where'dyo get these cards coz this fancy pictures are hella mah thang! Look at this here star one, ooooh I see her tiddies! Heheeey, don't yo think I don't know whatcho been up to i yo spare time, nigga! Now whatcho game here?"

>>1397335
(Yes, if you roll The Fool will be the 22nd, but in the Arcana it is considered number 0
Also, closing votes in 5 minutes)

Rolled 11 (1d22)

>>1397300
I'm in

Rolled 3 (1d3)

>>1397309
>>1397335
>>1397369
(votes are closed. Tie-breaker roll.)

Rolled 1 (1d22)

>>1397377

>>1397369
> 11 - JUSTICE

The wooden door creaks as someone enters the room.
A giant of a man, face covered by a black mask. Bloody hands, bloody boots, a rusted axe tightly hugged to his body.
You are The Tormented Executioner.
You are Justice's holy instrument. You lop off the heads of the sinful, granting them absolution.
But...
Too many innocents have perished by your blade. All that Justice stands for has been cast away by corrupt judges and lying governors.
Every night, you pay for it.
The spirits of the unjustly executed haunt your dreams. The Tormented Executioner knows no rest for the atrocities he has committed.
You have escaped under the cover of night, and seen, in the distance, a lone wagon. You have found the fabled Teller, he who understands the ever-changing Arcana
What do you seek from him?

Choose:
>New purpose
>Freedom from the Torment
>To recreate Justice
>Death

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>>1397418
(Forgot the picture)

>>1397418
>New purpose
No longer will we serve this corrupted brand of reversed Justice.

>>1397418
>>1397427
ill second this

>>1397421
very spooky

>>1397427
>>1397438
(voting closes in 5 minutes)

>>1397442
(Voting is closed, writing now!)

>>1397418
"Sup nigga. I'm a known man in the hood and got a reputation foe upholdin' street justice to any mothufucku come mah way. He get poooounded nigga! But I dindu nuffin. I wanna escape mah past and start a new life here, yo know what I'm spittin' atcho nigga? I'm leavin' the hood, drug dealin', store robbin every night, nigga, I'm leavin' that shit behind me! Yo understand what I'm sayin' nigga?"

>>1397427
>>1397438

"Teller..." You begin, noticing that your throat is awfully dry and sometimes words seem to escape your grasp.
"They... Will not leave me alone. I see ghosts. The dead speak in hushed tones at the corners of my mind."
"God be my witness... I wish for change..."
You speak with a passion that you never knew belonged to you. The Teller looks up from his cards, and motions for you to sit down on a chair that was not there before.
"I have your answers, Tormented Executioner."
"The question is, are you willing to test fate? The Arcana hold many dangers..."
The cloaked man points a bony finger in your direction.
"You will have to face them."
With another hand, he brings the deck of cards in front of you.
"Create your own destiny."
With a trembling hand, The Tormented Executioner draws a card.

>Roll 1d78

Rolled 22 (1d78)

>>1397466

Rolled 74 (1d78)

>>1397466
The Arcana holds no more dangers than life itself.

>>1397469
>>1397471
(voting closes in 5 minutes. Also should calrify, when rolling 1d78, i will always take the first roll unless specificed otherwise)

Rolled 71 (1d78)

>>1397466
"Back in the street life, mah niggas use tah call me Hydrogen cause I waz headin' to the top and I make dem pussie ass niggas squeal. But all the kush, the money, the crib, it gets to yo, mang. I dunno what wack ass mystical shit yo sellin' me here, but I swear to looooord Jezus I want to get away from mah past. Heeeey, I hope I get the card with da tiddies!"

>>1397478
(Voting is closed, writing now!)
>>1397481
(And i swear, if this quest picks up and i actually manage to finish it, I will make a Ghetto Thug quest.)

>>1397482
"HEEEEEEEELL NIGGA!"

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>>1397482
>>1397483
I'm not sure if I was ever ready for Carthugmancy quest.

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>>1397469

> 22 - THE FOOL

You blink once. Twice.
What is this?
Is this what life reserves from you?
Even the Teller is quiet.
"The Arcana have never been kinder. Fate pities you, Tormented Executioner."
"A life of carefree happines awaits. True joy and wonder."
"But be careful. Extravagance and Delirium have more than once caused men and women alike to fall and meet their doom."
You could swear, by hearing his voice, that the Teller was smiling.
"To reach this you will have to completely forget of your desperation. Leave this torture behind..."
"And draw another three cards."

> Menace - Assistance - Influence
>Everyone roll 1d78, the first three will be picked.

>>1397488
(Ironic, drawing The Fool has actually opened up that possibility)
(also, this rolling phase will be longer, as i have to eat before writing)

Rolled 52 (1d78)

>>1397493
>next 3 cards are all 10 of Swords

Rolled 63 (1d78)

>>1397493

Rolled 37 (1d78)

>>1397493

Rolled 54 (1d78)

>>1397493

>>1397493
"Nigga I don't want nuffin o feet's pitty. We been livin', we been survivin' offo yo welfare shit an' I'm sick of it! Who yo think yo are comin' up into mah area withcho magic shit tryina tell me to forget the torture, dats what I wanted all along, nigga! I'll keep playin' yo card tricks just to show yo how it feels to be pittied as a black man, o' yo rather I crack yo like the mothufuckin' cracka yo are, nigga!"

>>1397501
>>1397502
>>1397506
>>1397510
(I have returned, rolling is closed, writing now!)

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>>1397501
>>1397502
>>1397506

> 52 - Two of Swords
The Teller places a hand on the card, which depicts a woman dressed in white, blindfolded and balancing two swords on her shoulders.
"The two of swords... Your travels will be beset by rogues with sharp blades. Someone hunts you down, they wish for your return. They will force you to conform."
The Teller leaves this card, moving over to the next one.

> 63 - Queen of Swords
"She who knows the secrets of sorrow will accompany you in your travels. A widow. Never give her your full trust. Her intentions may not alwasy be what they seem..." As the Teller speaks, a figure seems to rise from the ground behind him. Your eyes widen. It is a spirit... Her.

>The Tormented Executioner gains a follower: The Beheaded Queen!

>37 - Ace of Cups
"Oh! the Arcana are particulairly benevolent... Strange. Your travels will be influenced by abundance. Food and drink will be everpresent. Hunger and thirst will not be felt."
The Teller gathers his cards and puts them away.

"You know your dangers, you know your blessings, go forth and follow them, Executioner."
"Until we meet again..."

You rise from your chair without another word. Taking the axe, you open the door and step outside. Night's chilling breeze welcomes you.

The whole world is at your disposal, Executioner.

>Return home, gather your things.
>Run. Run away.
>Return to the city. Someone deserves to be beheaded.
>Return to the city. You wish to say your last goodbyes.
>Write-in

>>1397551
>>Run. Run away.
Let's leave and start anew.

>>1397551
>Return home, gather your things.
But leave the axe. Then,
>Run. Run away.

>>1397551

>run away

look for answers as to what your new path requires

>>1397557
>>1397568
>>1397575
(Voting closes in 5 minutes.)

Leave the Axe:
>Yes or No?

>>1397551
"Nigga, that aint weed, yo been smokin' an entire forest! I'm gettin' mah ass outa here! fuck dat axe, nigga!"

>>1397580
no

keep the axe as a reminder of those you have killed

>>1397590
Yup

Rolled 2 (1d2)

>>1397580
Voting is closed

2 votes for keep axe
2 votes for leave axe

Tie-breaker roll

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>>1397557
>>1397568
>>1397575
>>1397592

>The Tormented Executioner loses: The Axe

You look down at the weapon in your hands. Blunt steel, old wood and rust. If you were the Reaper, this would be your scythe.
The Teller said to forget... To leave everything behind.
You swing the axe into the ground, burying the blade.
Forgotten forever.
You then turn and begin running. Away from your life, away from everything. Under the cover of night, with the moon as your witness.
You are free.

Running does not tire you. The cold wind on your face is refreshing. The sound of your feet on the grass is calming.
You travel all night, without even stopping for sleep. For once, you are happy to stay awake.

>Roll 1d78

Rolled 63 (1d78)

>>1397622
Gotchu senpai

>>1397300
How does one roll a 22 sided die?

>>1397649
dice+1d22

>>1397630

>63 - Queen of Swords

Finally, after an eternity of running, you tire.
Stopping, and falling to your knees, you look to the horizon. Between the trees you see the rising sun.
It is a new day.
Just then, you feel a tug at the back of your mind.
It's Her.
The Beheaded Queen shows herself before you. Her icy gaze penetrates your soul.
You still remember her shriek of terror, right as your blade severed her neck.
Her blood is still on your boots.
She seems to soften up, and extend a hand in your direction.
You take it.
Touching a ghost is not like what you expected. You do not feel anything, but at the same time you feel something tugging you upwards.
She points somewhere in the distance.
A lake.
The water is clear, and you are still thirsty.
It is so inviting...

Choose:
>Drink from the lake
>Do not trust The Beheaded Queen

After that...

Choose:
>Set up camp in the woods.
>Keep running
>Search for (something)
>Write-in

>>1397653
Do we have a container as to which we can store some of this water?

>set a small fire
>sing a song
>after a short rest, light a big stick with the fire and walk the rest of the night

>>1397653
>Drink from the lake
We might not truly trust her, but we cannot doubt her every action. If she wished us crippled or dead here, surely she simply have not shown us the late, and let tiredness and thirst take their toll?

>Set up camp in the woods.
>Search for food.
We cannot run forever.

That is to say, we cannot physically run forever. Figuratively is another matter.

>>1397668
Yeeeeah you have a point. Ill vote for your vote.

>>1397653
I still think it'd be pretty nice if we could store some of the water somehow.

>>1397676
You could try to fashion your black mask into a makeshift container (since technically it is just a sack you put on your face).
Or you can always get creative: find animals and use their hide for leather to make a container, or something else.
Your path is influenced by the Ace of Cups, you will always have an abundance of resources.

>>1397676
Do I? I don't actually believe it myself; I'm just voting for what I would consider in character, for a repentant and emotionally-vulnerable former executioner being entreated into something by the ghost of a previous victim.

>>1397683
Might we perhaps find lost and discarded items along the road, or do we have to fashion things from what we have on us (which is probably just the clothes on our back)?

>>1397693
If you wish to find a discarded item, roll 1d14

Rolled 4 (1d14)

>>1397697
Sure thing. Gotta get some water senpai.

>>1397683
gotta keep he mask on, the tormented executioner probably has a deformed face

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>>1397701
>>1397693

4 - Four of Cups

You breathe in deeply, looking up at the spirit before you and giving a nod of thanks.
Heading over to the lake, you notice how tired your body has become. You are thirsty. You are hungry. You need sleep.
The lake's water is cool and refreshing. Good for your soul. You revel in this feeling, and drink deeply.
Wiping your mouth with a wrist and rising, you look around the lake, for something you may use to carry more water.
Soon however, you start feeling bloated. You have drunk too much.
Be more careful next time.
Nonetheless, you manage to find something...
And old bucket, thrown away a long time ago.
It will do, for now.
You go back, fill it with water and begin walking over to a small clearing in the woods. On the way there, you even manage to gather some plump fruits.
With a couple of low branches, some weeds and two stones you make a fire. The rest of the day passes uneventfully. Before drifting to sleep, you sing one of the only songs you remember: one about bouncing heads. The irony is not lost on you

In your dreams, you draw a card
>Roll 1d22

(And this will be my last update for today! How are you liking the quest so far, guys? All criticisms are appreciated. Also, I wanted to know what you think of the dice system. Don't really like limiting the roll to the first poster)

(Will probably run tomorrow too, at the same time.)

Rolled 16 (1d22)

>>1397745

>>1397749

> 16 - THE DEVIL

Next time will be fun.

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CROOK I HAVE COME TO JOIN YOUR QUEST.

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>>1397793
WE'RE CLOSED
FUCK OFF.
jk, gonna run tomorrow though

>>1397799
>Tfw senpai tells you to go away
>Tfw you only wanted to help
>And shitpost
>Tfw so heartbroken you have no face

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>>1397844

>>1397844
Feeling kinda bad now...

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>>1397749

> 16 - THE DEVIL

Your dreams are troubled.
Sleeping brings out horrible memories, which you wanted to forget.
Fire that burns your face.
bleeding hands.
a whip on your back.
And the spirits scream. Furious.
Horned monsters with the wings of a bat and the blood of a snake cloud your mind.
With a scream, you wake.

>The Devil's gaze is upon you!

It takes time to catch your breath again.
Those dreams left you troubled...
And the water from your bucket is gone!

The sun is high in the sky.
Picking yourself up, you notice that your hands and clothes are still bloody. Maybe something should be done about that...
With a yawn, you think of what to do today.

Choose:
>Go to the lake. Wash away your sins
>Continue your travels
>Explore the area
>Search for (something) [Roll 1d14]
>Write-in

>>1401383
>Go to the lake. Wash away your sins
Absolutely this

>>1401383
>>1401386
Second but also pray

>>1401386
>>1401388

That night of sleep has left you wearier than ever.
This is not good at all.
You begin walking over to the lake, thinking that it will help clear your thoughts.
Nonetheless, you are feeling watched.

The lake's water is cool and fresh, as you remember it.
Dipping into the water without even removing your clothes, you enjoy this feeling of bliss.
Joining your hands together and starting to pray makes you feel even better.
After a while, you swim out of the lake. Walking back to camp, your steps are lighter and your mind is clearer. For a while, those dark thoughts will stop bothering you.

>The Tormented Executioner has lost: Bloody Hands

Shielding your eyes from the sun and looking up, you feel ready to move on

Choose:
>Continue traveling
>Rest and Meditate
>Explore the area
>Search for (something) [Roll 1d14]
>Write-in

>>1401396
>Continue traveling
Lets keep on going on, mabye sing a little song

>>1401396
>>Continue traveling

>>1401398

Humming another gentle song, you gather your things and continue walking.
The forest is rather calm today, so calm that you don't see any animals.

Heading deeper into the woods, it seems that you won't find any traces of civilization for a while.

>The Devil laughs!
Suddently, you feel like everything has got darker.
The bushes are thicker,
The trees are taller, more menacing,
You even start hearing a low growl...
Or maybe it is just your imagination.
Right then, you remember the Teller's words:
They are hunting you down.

Your feet begin moving as soon as you see the shimmer of a blade between two bushes.
An arrow embeds itself in the ground where you stood.

>The Two of Swords is near!

Choose:
>RUN
>HIDE
>FIGHT
>Write-in
And
>Roll 1d78

Rolled 32 (1d78)

>>1401416
>RUN
Pick the most treacherous path!

>>1401416
>RUN

Rolled 67 (1d78)

>>1401416
>>1401417
2nd. Most treacherous that we can survive, that is.

>>1401417
>>1401422

> 32 - Ten of Wands
> Success! At a cost...

You turn, and run.
Never looking back, the faces of your attackers remain unknown.
Again, you seem to run for hours without tiring. However, you still feel their breath on your neck.
Even as the sun begins setting, you run.
And finally, the forest is quiet again.
When your feet stop moving, your legs collapse. Escaping has tired you out.
The cold ground offers a reasonably comfortable bed, but the wish to survive brings you back up.


What will you do, before collapsing?
>Find somewhere to hide.
>Keep walking, put more distance between you and them
>Find a weapon.
>Search for (something) [Roll 1d14]
>Write-in

>>1401432
>Find a weapon.
We can run, but we cant hide. Not from the devil.

>>1401432
>Find a weapon.

>>1401432
>>Search for (something) [Roll 1d14]
>Holy item.
What's the Devil weak to, holy items? Look for a holy cross, water, or something to turn him away.

Rolled 12 (1d14)

>>1401432
>>1401440
Forgot the dice.

>>1401433
True, but maybe something that'll counter the Devil than just a weapon would help more?

>>1401416
Interesting premise and quest mechanics so far, QM. I came here from /qtg/.

>Find somewhere to hide.

Do you really think a weapon will serve him shit after collapsing?

>>1401433
>>1401435
>>1401440
(Combining all these because i like the idea)
>>1401441
(Much appreciated)

Writing!

>>1401442
>Do you really think a weapon will serve him shit after collapsing?
Not unless we COMPEL HIM WITH THE POWER OF CHRIST!

>>1401443
Sweet.

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>>1401446

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>>1401433
>>1401435
>>1401440
>>1401442

> 12 - Knight of Cups!
> Help from a friend...

You stagger forwards, breath ragged and clutching at your aching chest.
Looking around, you seek something to counter this evil... A weapon, a symbol, hope...
None.
Back to the ground you fall.
Your vision becomes foggy...
Do your ears decieve you?
You hear something coming. A horse.
There are not your attackers.
And before you drift to unconsciousness, something is pushed in your hands.
Peace washes over you.

>The Devil snarls menacingly...

>The Tormented Executioner has obtained: The Crucifix
>A gift from a friend, A Weapon against Evil

Somewhere, someone draws a Card
>Roll 1d78

Rolled 70 (1d78)

>>1401457
>1d78
>>1401457
>>The Tormented Executioner has obtained: The Crucifix
>>A gift from a friend, A Weapon against Evil
Sweet, we got a holy crucifix.

Rolled 61 (1d78)

>>1401457

>>1401451
>jcmac.jpg
This is EXACTLY the sort of fever dream we need after we successfully make a Hail Mary to our divine lord and savior.

>>1401457
Not as much delirium as I was hoping, but great to know a Holy Grail seeker saved us.

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>>1401460

> 70 - Six of Pentacles
> Gifts, prosperity, vigilance.

You dream of a man in the garb of a merchant. A scale is in his hand, and he distributes money to those in need. The poor bow before him, before his kindness. You find yourself bowing too, with a handful of coins tightly clutched to your body. The merchant smiles, moving on.

>The Devil frowns...

Looking down at the money in your hands, you
see a pentagram inscribed on each.

The warmth of a fire welcomes you as your eyes open.
You are lying on the ground. A man in armour is tending to the fire. He has not noticed your awakening. He seems to be muttering a hymn to the Lord.
Behind him, The Beheaded Queen frowns, looking at the fire.
Seeing her makes you think of something...
Where was she before?

Choose:
>Talk to the Knight of Cups
>Talk to The Beheaded Queen
>Say nothing, rest some more
>RUN
>Write-in

>>1401478
>Looking down at the money in your hands, you see a pentagram inscribed on each coin
How did i get that so wrong?

>>1401478
>Talk to the Knight of Cups

>>1401478
>>Talk to the Knight of Cups
Thank the guy who just saved our ass, and ask how he managed to find us all the way out here.

>>1401480
>How did i get that so wrong?
It's the work of the Devil, I tells 'ya!

>>1401478
>Talk to the knight of cups

>Talk to the knight of cups
Do you know what this coins are?

>>1401478

>>1401482
>>1401484
second

although we must talk to the beheaded queen at some point before she disappears again

>>1401487
To clarify, the merchant giving everyone coins was just a dream. Whenever you actually obtain something, a message will flash, like when you got the crucifix

And i see everyone wants to talk with the Knight. Writing now.

>>1401480
>>1401482
>>1401484
>>1401487
>>1401489

As you push yourself up, the Knight of Cups looks up from the fire, pushing a bowl of stew in your direction
"T'is good to see you awake, my good man. Eat, now. You must be tired, to say the least."
He says, giving you a nod.
The Beheaded Queen briefly glances at you, then back at the fire.

You have no words for the kindness this man has shown you, and begin eating in silence.
Soon, however, memories of whatever happened this day come back to your mind.
You find the words to thank the knight, and ask him what happened, how was he able to find you so deep into the forest?
"Pure luck, my good fellow. You see, i am a wandering poet, a dreamer, and it so happened that tonight i would be passing through this same forest. Now i do not know what happened to you, and sincerely, i understand if you prefer not to tell me."
"Also, are you sure you do not want to remove your mask, friend? It dosen't look very comfortable, let me tell you."
You bring a hand up to the black sack that covers your face. You had completely forgotten about it.

>The Devil's gaze abandons you... For now.

Choose:
>Remove the mask
>Keep the mask

Choose:
>Continue talking to the knight (ask something)
>Ask if the two of you may travel together
>Thank him and go on your merry way
>Write-in


(Sadly this will be my last update for today, folks! Won't be able to run for the next three days, but i will return saturday. Stay on the lookout for updates on /qtg/ or the /qtg/ Discord. As always, i'll be sticking around a bit to answer questions and get some feedback from you guys, criticism is always appreciated!)

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>>1401515
Aaand i forgot the picture. Great!

>>1401515
>Remove the mask
>Ask something
Where is he going?

>>1401515
>keep the mask

>>1401528
I'll second this

Rolled 13 (1d14)

>>1401515
>>1401515
>Remove the mask
But do not abandon it. It is the container of our sins and burdens.
>Ask if the two of you may travel together
> While here, search for an item