Red Queen's Revenge

You are wearing tattered rags which are unrecognizable as scraps of the once immense and marvelous wedding dress which cost more than the lifetime earnings of a peasant family in your native land.

You ate the last bite of the moldy bread ration you were issued at the start of your sea voyage two days ago.

In every direction you look crowds of dirty cretins mill about, the very air reeks of desperation, dishonesty and shattered hopes. You feel a very real possibility that you will be robbed of your rags, killed or raped the longer you stay near the shore but wonder if any direction is safe.

No prompts?

>>161782
I'm open to creative anons, will make some prompts if you really want them

Search for anything to use as a weapon just in case for self-defense. Any sharp or blunt objects lying around.

Travel inland along a river, find a source of clean water and food.

>>161786
The hunger in your gullet can wait,you wander from the exposed landing to the increasingly narrow inland, keeping an eye for anything that looks as if it may serve as a weapon.

Though you lived a pampered life and have no training in combat of any sort, you feel confident that the driftwood will serve you better than your bare, scarred hands and tuck a shiv into a fold of the remains of your dress.

>>161762
Also, what other gods are there? If there is a god who loves Audrich, there must be a god that opposes his...

>>161792
You have known nothing but the Holy Word of the One True White Flame all of your life but surely this savage land where heretics like yourself have been expelled to must have clinged to their gods and creeds. You wonder if the rumors you heard in hushed whispers of dark blood beasts and daemons which feast on souls inhabiting this foreign shore have any truth to them and if it would pose any use to you.

>>161790
Go with this now. Rivers should be around since they're close to the sea. Avoid others, try to find edible food like fruits, nuts, plants. Preferably non-living things that won't requore effort.

>>161798
What were the names and ages of our dead children?,

And how old are we and what's our name?

>>161790
You ignore the smell of edible food piercing the persistent odor of festering filth, remembering the tale of Gordon the Poisoner who was once the most herelded chef in all the land, responsible for killing many nobles including your great grandfather. He was not exiled but dipped in his own concentrated concoction and the flesh melted off of his skull. You have no doubts that his ilk are the sort to offer food and shelter to the new arrivals such as yourself.

Wanting no part of this place you guard your womanhood and clutch your hidden shiv while avoiding eye contact. You wonder if any of the mob you pass through recognize you as you near the river Exodus at the edge of the Landing.

Lost souls line the banks, preparing to make the pilgrimage inland. Hordes haggle with ferrymen harsh languages you do not understand, exchanging what appears to be combinations of raw goods like foods, gold from your homeland, and different currencies you do not recognize.

You have nothing to pay them with and walk the muddy banks alone, keeping an eye over your shoulder.

You fear it may rain soon. A marshy woodland grows beyond the cleared land, you are unsure if it is wise to enter it but wonder if it contains sustenance of any sort. A faint, forelorn wailing emanates from within.

Unless we want to become a murderess or a whore we don't have too much of a choice. Follow the edge of the marsh to see if there's a river or woodlands.

I could give that push towards murderess...

>>161816
you are 20 year old Avellene, your children were Thomas, age 5 and Cynthia, 2

You father arranged your marriage when you were 10

>>161823
I should be clear, the River Exodus runs north, inland. You are on the east bank with marsh farther east.

you skirt the edge of the marsh, following the meander of the river bank, keeping a wide berth of the Pilgrims who trundle along a similar path who are also as penniless as yourself.

You wonder what is attracting them to flock so, perhaps they retain their humanity despite their appearances and are simply as appealed as you at the reality of the Landing's first impressions.

>>161832
Find another woman, and ask if she knows anything more about this land than you do.

You see a break in the treeline, a clearing where the muddy waters are especially shallow, seeming to form a path to the East. Farther along the river, North, the waterway branches into a tributary northeast. North seems to be an endless stretch of muddy path with bands of Pilgrims dissapearing over the horizon.

>>161843
Ask one of the pilgrims where theya re going, and then go North along the waterway, where there's more likely to be clean water and healthier plants and maybe shelter.

Farther along the river, North, the waterway branches into a tributary northeast

>>161832
*appalled

sorry for all of my tucking fypos

>>161836
You wait for several clusters of men to pass you by with little more than a few leery glances and before long you notice a lone woman walking at a distance from the other pilgrims.

You approach her, she is scrawny and, though dirty, relatively clean compared to the average citizens you have been exposed to so far. Her blonde hair is cropped short and her step and jaw are noticeably mannish. She is dressed in a leather jerkin, lined with a belt of knives. An empty scabbard is at her hip.

"E-excuse me, miss," you address her. She stops and eyes you up, forms a half-sneer, half smile you estimate somewhere between disdain and pity.

"Either you're the most well mannered whore south of the deadlands or you're a newfish who I don't peg at a week's survival. What are you after, wench?"

You ignore the indignity of her words and ask where she is going, where these herds of people seem to be going. She replies, "Well honestly no one here is going anywhere but to their graves, that's the truth. But this is the central highway," she spreads her arms, " bask in the glory of our local industrous engineers," she says, splattering mud into the air with her boot. "and as the life's blood of this fine continent, it branches and leads to the places horrible and low of all sorts in all directions

>>161858
Thank her, and be on our way north.

>>161865
You thank her for the information, she laughs before snorting and spits at your heels as you make distance from her, heading north, towards the place where the river branches northeasterly.

After a while of walking alongside this smaller river you notice that you are alone. While it should be comfortable considering the company you have known since your royal finery was first stripped from you, it is unsettling, as is everything else in this land. After an hour your stomach is insistent and mud has throughly caked your claves. Thunder rumbles in the distance and you wonder with a lump in your throat if the fantastic rumors of rain of boiling acid in this plagued land bear any truth.

The tributary grows increasingly narrow as you walk alongside it until you believe you could swim across if you wished. In the distance you believe you spy a small stone bridge crossing the span, smoke rising from the far side.

>>161877
Wash up as best we can before we approach the bridge.

>>161886
You have not looked at your reflection since the morning you were to be wed. The gaunt, bruised woman who looks back at you with forlorn eyes is a surprise. You trace the half-healed scars of your cheeks, remembering each laceration. Your tongue runs over the gaps in your teeth, remembering the texture of the pliars before the wash of blood. You're lucky your tormentors opted against blinding you but you recall fervent debate about whether they were to carve them from your skull or simply jam heated prods into the sockets. You remember their faces, their eyes will not be as fortunate.

You wash the mud from the stranger you've become and approach the bridge. At the far bank, huddled around a fire and what seems to be the remains of a demolished gatehouse is a semi-circle of people who seem quite like the wretch you saw in the water. They range from a gigantic man with a single arm and a tremendous beard to a naked, heavily pregnant teen. On a split above their fire roasts a slab of meat you cannot identify but are undeniably drawn towards by the demands of your stomach.

>>161914
Time to take the risk.

Approach cautiously, and ask what price for warmth and food. Be prepared to pay any price.

Survival>dignity.

>>161926
As you make your way towards the erstaz camp, halfway across the bridge, a stone ricochets across the surface in a blur.

"Hold it," a toothless man in rags not much more substantial than your own is perched atop the ruined structure, a sling whirling in his hand.

The crowd turns away from their meal and peer at you. A bald woman rises to her feet, draws a ragged and rusty shortsword from the mud and approaches you.

"What do ya want?"

"I have simple needs, a meal, use of your shelter, I ask for a bed if you have one to spare"

She does not reply for a long time before simply uttering, "No."

"What? Please, I am without recourse. I will die-"

"then die. Begone make yourself of use to the fog cannibals. I care not for you or what becomes of you but remove yourself from my sight."

The hunger is great enough that you care not about debasing yourself and let slip your bare breasts.

You have the attention of the sling spinner who noticeably slows his twirling at the display, but the woman is unmoved.

"Please," you whimper at last, "but a single bite in exchange for... for..."

"Leave!"

You make yourself as decent as your disheveled clothing allows and return to the far bank, longing for the increasingly wonderful scent of the roast you've been denied.

You could continue to follow the tributary, swim across it, or enter the marsh and hope to find any sort of shelter from the coming rain within

a devilish impulse comes to your mind as your clutch your shiv. Nightfall will not be far off.

>>161987
Offer to midwife the girl - you've carried two babies to term, you're qualified to midwife for another.

If she still refuses, follow the tributary.

>>161987
Unfortunately, OP, I have to head home. It has been kind of fun, I hope you'll persevere and I can return another time.

>>161995
You recall the care and attention of your dedicated staff of midwives and the love of the church nuns who also took turns in attending you, wondering if you could channel those skills into a compelling argument for a morsel

But that pampered life seems so foreign and your recollection turns to horror as the faces in your memory burst into blood, you scream at the the corpses of your children at your feet before reality returns to you and you remember where you are.

>>162006
see you around space cowboy

>>161987
>let slip your bare breasts

how big are they?

>>162012
We need to leave while these people are still letting us, then. Let's move along the tributary a bit longer.

will return after 11pm ET

Rolled 2 (1d10)

>>162075
1-2 small and nearly flatchested
3-4. Small but respectably pert
5-7 Average
8-9 Large, abundant bosom
10 Immense boulders of flesh

>>165623
No wonder we failed to seduce anyone. Only men of good taste would like DFC.

>>165672
yeah, you're pretty waifish it seems

You consider traveling farther along the water but your strength is failing and you fear being exposed and weak in the open, not to mention the coming rainfall.

The thought of food just outside your grasp is alluring, you wonder if you could sneak back among them come night or if the risk is too great and you had better focus on finding shelter among the trees

>>165827
look for shelter under the trees.