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Here's a different suggestion: our favourite of Khami's stories of this region is the one which he seduced the daughter of Mayor, but was chased off as he is only a wanderer and has no titles or money to his name.
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Captainicus posted:Here's a different suggestion: our favourite of Khami's stories of this region is the one which he seduced the daughter of Mayor, but was chased off as he is only a wanderer and has no titles or money to his name. Our quiet unassuming friend Khami getting up to some kinky poo poo with those chains of his?
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Swedish Thaumocracy posted:This is actually already true! Do I win a prize?   Outrail posted:Our quiet unassuming friend Khami getting up to some kinky poo poo with those chains of his? Its' always the quiet ones you have to watch out for. 
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Trouble on the Rim, Book 2, Chapter 3 The City of Whale Part One: Into the Foothills of Nonsense Current Region: Huddik You arrive in Huddik some four days later, for once feeling refreshed and ready for action. On the way here, Khami told you what little he knew of the region. Of the Foothills of Nonsense, just to the north of the great city of Whale. Up until twenty years ago they were nothing special, just some grassy hills on an otherwise fertile river-plain. But then, THE FOREST came, and ever since they have been... weird. Shifting. Never the same. The citizens of Huddik have, together with the Imperial Army, done their best to cordon the area off, but there is only so much that can be done when dealing with an actively hostile biome.  Your ship sets anchor in the twin-ports on the very outskirts of Huddik, near the enormous basin that forms the core of the Riverworks that irrigate the plains around you.  Everywhere you look there are windmills and factories and people at work in fields that stretch as far as you can see. In the distance, smoke. No doubt from the factories of Whale. It is by all accounts, a very very large city. In contrast to the remote village in which ITEC has settled, Braav, with its some two thousand inhabitants, Whale houses around seven hundred thousand imperial citizens. All crammed into the thin stretch between the mountains that the river passes through and the ocean to your south-south-east. With THE FOREST so near, it is the only place that is safe enough for so many people to settle.  Mr. Hobbson, your eternal chaperone, soon informs you that Whale is the next destination on your journey, and probably the last longer stop you will make on the way to Rim. When you inquire why you cannot just skip the city entirely and continue your trip on the river, he explains that his hand has been forced by the local bureaucracy and the word of the regional Lord - the detour will only take an extra day or so and there would be no end of hassle if he were to ignore such a direct command from on high. And so, without further ado, you take to the road. --  Skeletoads, as they are commonly referred to, are a local nuisance, according to Khami. They are large, monstrous toads with a withered body, about the size of a greyhound that hunt in packs of three to five, usually at night, and make their nests in caves along the river. As far as monsters go, they can be considered of average danger. Ie; more then enough to kill some unarmed Citizen that wanders into their territory, but not enough of a threat on their own to warrant more than a standing bounty for enterprising monster hunters. Of special note is their ability to jump large distances, their large teeth dripping with poison, and their long, sharp and whip-like tongues. Despite their ghastly appearance, they are very much alive and can be killed easily enough if you can get a hold of them. They are amphibious, but have no special resistances. When fighting them, ranged attacks are preferred, to negate their reach advantage, but if melee must be entered then pole-arms, nets or scourges are wise to bring in order to negate their mobility . --  You enter Whale in the last few days of the year, a full three months since you left Karg for Rim. Your journey has taken you across at least a third of the World, and it is with not some small sense of relief that you have solid land beneath your feet. Having spent most of your life underground, your sealegs are mostly an afterthought. What strikes you most about the city, aside from the throngs of people of all shapes and sizes that do their best to ignore you and your party - is the ocean.  The vast and glorious ocean that extends from the beaches and piers of Whale for as long as you can see; it is aside from the Wall the largest... thing you have ever beheld. Your cave-born mind is used to things having short distances and sensible endings. This is the very opposite. You imagine you could swim it for years before you reach the other end, the Wall on the opposite shore. Indeed, it is difficult to take your eyes of off, but as needs must you travel further into the city, away from the hustle and bustle of the harbour and into the outright chaos of big-city-life. Everywhere. Everywhere there are people. Humans, Ducks, Dwarrow, hobbitses and gnomes. Even a Drow or two. Here and there you spot some members of the other races as well; for Whale is truly cosmopolitan.  As if the noise from the people were not enough, minarets praise the Triumvirate Gods over the din of marketplaces and workstations, shops, taverns and office buildings. Everywhere you look there is a merchant trying to sell you something, an urchin begging for coins or some wandering Clerkic offering you blessings for a price. You even pass a temple to Lolth on the way, the wings of its architecture cradling the houses around it jealously as only a grandmother could do.  Eventually, after what feels like days of just -walking- you reach an Inn where Mr. Hobbson says you will be staying for the night. It is a no-place, in an easily forgotten alley of this sprawling metro. A quiet hideaway where you and yours can recharge for the next step of the journey. Mr. Hobbson looks rather agitated as the innkeep addresses him by name before he even has a chance to speak, delivering a letter directly into his hands. His mood sours even more as his reads it, and when he finishes he scrounges the letter up into a ball and throws it at the wall.  "Well, Mr. Ironironscriptscript. It appears I am being replaced. Most inconvenient. I had so hoped to see Rim for myself, but all the signatures and sigils... there is no question. I am apparently to return to Karg post-haste, leaving you here with your other escorts until a new chaperone can be established to take you the rest of the way. Let me make things perfectly clear, Mr. Ironironscriptscript. I believe something funny is going on, but it is far above my paygrade. Ill stay here as long as I can, to help you sort things out, but I'm afraid my authority over you has of this moment been revoked. Regrettably this also means your authority over this situation is dead in the water. Until your new chaperon arrives you cannot even leave this district, much less the city itself or the Region at large. I'm afraid you are stuck here." He sighs. 1: "If there is anything you need to know about the city or about your rights as a non-citizen, now would be the time to ask, before more red tape can be thrown our way.." --- You are Misters Kvelgrim IronIronScriptScript. You are two dwarves and a cow of strong build and decent health. You are only somewhat cold. You have recently eaten. You are being haunted. You are being haunted. You have a meeting to attend at the Tavern. You WILL progress towards the city of Rim, bar extraordinary circumstances which again, may only delay you, on pain of pain. To your name you can count the following: ##Nåzom Stegëth## - A Masterwork Siege Arbalest The nigh indestructible right and left Waspable Gauntlets A custom-built, heirloom, Masterwork Waraxe. A set of medium quality light leather armour. A shield, dented, wood with metal trimmings. A box of delectable Ethereal RimRose Cupcakes that do not appear to spoil. There are [05] left. A certificate (lower-case-c) marking you as a prospective citizen, granting you certain rights of movement within the Empire. An ITEC Business-card. The clothes on your body. A small collection of maps of the Empire. [00] wealth with your company, your assets frozen until after your Trial has been completed. [01] x Pouch of Coins - Spending money that should see you through at least your room and board for the coming week or two. Your team, such as it is, consists of Skvababt - the Longbowfrogwoman, Khami - the Chainsman, and Mr. Hobbson - your ex Captor/Escort. Likewise, Abigail is still counted amongst your number, but it has been months since you last saw her. She is probably taking care of your Owlbear Cubs back in Braav. -- [Bonus: Here is a map of the world so far, to give you an idea of how far you have traveled!] 
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The most defining feature of "Civilization" is good removal/treatment of human waste products. Learn everything you can about Whale's plumbing and waste treatment facilities.
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That guy knows what's up! Also, ask about where to find the local accountancy school. We aren't ourselves anymore, so we aren't barred from working as an accountant once we get a new license. Take a quick test and BAM our monster hunting shop doubles as a tax prep service
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Swedish Thaumocracy posted:1: "If there is anything you need to know about the city or about your rights as a non-citizen, now would be the time to ask, before more red tape can be thrown our way.." "What arrangements can be made, have been made, to ensure that I survive until the next chaperon arrives? I have no money, no prospects, no residence, and the geas will make my continued existence torturous at best in a very few short days. Surely there is someone I can speak with, to expedite the wheels of the bureaucracy."
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Keep ourselves on the downlow, tell the dude we feel for him, buy him a drink. go to bed and eat a cupcake. We need to get our hauntings sorted out.
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MinutePirateBug posted:The most defining feature of "Civilization" is good removal/treatment of human waste products. Learn everything you can about Whale's plumbing and waste treatment facilities. Waste is handled much like any other resource in Rim; anything that can be salvaged or recycled is a commodity, and where there is commodity there is value and where there is value Quackeen is sure to follow. In this, Whale is much the same as many other cities, with the 'product' either taken by bucket-men to refineries, tanners, slimegeneers or alchemists for processing or, when all possible use has been extracted, flushed into the ocean via gutters, far away from civilization. Sewers do exist, especially in places were running water is harder to come by, but they are relatively rare since they make optimal breeding grounds for a variety of monsters. As for plumbing, there are both public and private fountains and wells, in addition to both covered and uncovered aqueducts criss-crossing the city. Bathhouses are a common sight, indeed a very popular attraction for those that wish the hygienic life, since bathing in the river or ocean is likely to attract the monsters that usually live in them. -- Slaan posted:Also, ask about where to find the local accountancy school. We aren't ourselves anymore, so we aren't barred from working as an accountant once we get a new license. Take a quick test and BAM our monster hunting shop doubles as a tax prep service When / If you regain your citizenship, if you manage to do it in some comprehensible way, you could in theory apply for apprenticeship with an accountant firm somewhere. You would have to begin from scratch however, since your old license is null and void. That is to say, if they take you in to begin with. Do note however that your apprenticeship would be a full time commitment for several years and would likely spell the end of this CYOA as it has very little to do with slaying monsters.
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How long will it be until we get a new escort? How far away from Rim our we? Do you have any vacation time Mr. Hobbson? anyway you can unofficially continue on our journey with us? Can we pray to Quackeen to intervine?
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What is there of interest within this district? Do you know anything about our next escort, who it will be, when to expect them? Why do you suspect there is something funny going on?
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Feb 26, 2018 21:11
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Swedish Thaumocracy posted:When / If you regain your citizenship, if you manage to do it in some comprehensible way, you could in theory apply for apprenticeship with an accountant firm somewhere. You would have to begin from scratch however, since your old license is null and void. That is to say, if they take you in to begin with. Do note however that your apprenticeship would be a full time commitment for several years and would likely spell the end of this CYOA as it has very little to do with slaying monsters. Hello sir I would like you to take me on as an apprentice accountant. On the understanding that I will continue to maintain and improve my accountancy skills my friends at ITEC would like to contract your services for an accountant, including the services of an in situ bean counter during ITEC extermination activities.
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Hot Dog Day 80 posted:How long will it be until we get a new escort? AbysmalPeptoBismol posted:Do you know anything about our next escort, who it will be, when to expect them? CourValant posted:"What arrangements can be made, have been made, to ensure that I survive until the next chaperon arrives? "I am sorry. Would that I did, but the letter only informs me of the part that I have to play in all of this, that is to say, none at all." "As for your survival, I daresay you are capable individuals misters IronIronscriptscript, I'm sure something will come to you? I have at least settled our accounts for the night, so make sure to eat your fill and have a good nights rest." Hot Dog Day 80 posted:How far away from Rim our we? "Another month by river, if we keep our current rate. Which it looks like we wont." Hot Dog Day 80 posted:Do you have any vacation time Mr. Hobbson? anyway you can unofficially continue on our journey with us? "I doubt they have me monitored very closely, I could stretch my stay for a day or two, at the very least. I wouldn't push it further, however, as my own funds are rather limited at the moment." Hot Dog Day 80 posted:Can we pray to Quackeen to intervine? Yes. You are free to do whatever you wish. AbysmalPeptoBismol posted:What is there of interest within this district? "This is a residential district, one of many. Middle class, if it has any class at all, in the north-eastern part of the city. Not much to do here except eat and sleep. There should be a market nearby, there always is. Other then that; I do not know. I've been here about as long as you have, I'm afraid."  "Life finds a way, and to tall structures cling deep shadows." "I'm sorry, what?"  "What dear Khami is trying to tell you, Mr. Hobbson, is that a district so full of... mmhm, life must also be full of its, pleasure." "Perish the thought." AbysmalPeptoBismol posted:Why do you suspect there is something funny going on? "I've had my suspicions for a while now. Constant delays, unusual reports from my superiors and the like.To boot, this detour is highly irregular, though not exactly unwelcome after months on the river. To what end? I do not know. But by barring your progress they have stranded you here, so here must be where they want you. Make of that what you will." -- "I know this must be terribly perplexing for you. You are not alone in that regard. My advise is to get some shut-eye and to be prepared for anything. In the meantime, I will try to talk some sense into the Bureaucracy or, if worst comes to worst, take the matter up with the local Lord. I doubt anything good will come of it however, and as I already mentioned my time here is limited. If there was nothing else, I will take my leave, and try to get back to you in the morning with word of my progress."
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Swedish Thaumocracy posted:If there was nothing else, I will take my leave, and try to get back to you in the morning with word of my progress." Thank the man and let him on his way. Convene a meeting with Skvababt and Khami to discuss our options. What are their thoughts? Do they think they can find make ends meet while we languish here?
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Tell Mr Hobbson he did a good job and if he ever needs a recommendation we'd be happy to write one.Nettle Soup posted:Keep ourselves on the downlow, tell the dude we feel for him, buy him a drink. go to bed and eat a cupcake. +1 to cupcake
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super sweet best pal posted:Tell Mr Hobbson he did a good job and if he ever needs a recommendation we'd be happy to write one. You know what if we have like [05] left and we're within a month or so of the center of the world I think we can spare one. One. Plan super sweet best pal is accepted, edit: with alpaca diseases' addendum. dont be mean to me fucked around with this message at 05:42 on Feb 27, 2018 |
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Can we try to force ourselves to Dream first? We might be able to save the cupcake
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alpaca diseases posted:Can we try to force ourselves to Dream first? My ultimate plan would require cupcake power to work.
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super sweet best pal posted:My ultimate plan would require cupcake power to work. I can't help notice that our lives get progressively worst every time we play with those cupcake astral strands.
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let's not cupcake let's go skulk around the shadows and see what pops up, bring the dodgy dude and the frog
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Also do we even want to risk phasing into the Astral-Dream-whatever in such close proximity to T̶̢̤̭͍H̷҉̦̲E̴̡̛̠̟͎̺̰͙ ҉̨̙̺̭̦̯͙̲̭ͅF͕̺̥̣̩͓͎͈O̷̡̬R̴̻̼̬̟͙̝̠̩E͉̜̻̭͈S̶̳̤͎͔̳͕̘T͏̟̪̙ͅ?
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CourValant posted:Convene a meeting with Skvababt and Khami to discuss our options. "Mr. Hobbson is much like a square; in that he always has a right angle. I would study his words, bow to his wisdom." "Mhm, Mister Ironscript, you should exploit this opportunity, to act without undue attention or strict oversight into your actions." "In this, be like the mole, not like the ostrich." "It's been so long since i dipped my body into such unknown waters. How exciting for us, to explore this new place together." "The hermit crab cares not where it walks, for its home is always sure to follow."
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Swedish Thaumocracy posted:
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Outrail posted:Don't ask this again Yeah, that wasn't, in the strictest sense, helpful. I guess get some sleep, have some food, and strike out in the morning looking for some prospects. I would prefer we not cupcake.
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Outrail posted:Don't ask this again pretty much what you’d expect from a walking textbook on metaphorical riddles and a hypersexual frog
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Listening to them makes it sound like this would be the perfect time to cupcake.
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I like my monster hunting firmly grounded in the normal, non spirit realm 
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It's been proven time and again that there's a weird otherworldly element to the monsters we've been fighting. Being grounded is a bad idea when we're up against things like the boa conflictor or those spirits that possessed that worker.
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I figured that we could have just killed the boa conflictor in the 'real world', it just so happens that we have this siege arbalest that shoots things in the spirit. Very true about the worker and also the tortaur, though, and I suppose our current two-person-status is something that we could look into.
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Sometimes I want us to pray to toil: "Hey, uh, dude? Look the doom machine is really cool, but maybe having a 'just shoot giant lumps of steel through poo poo without all the mystical confusion' option would have been a good idea".
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Outrail posted:Sometimes I want us to pray to toil: "Hey, uh, dude? Look the doom machine is really cool, but maybe having a 'just shoot giant lumps of steel through poo poo without all the mystical confusion' option would have been a good idea". That was definitely not Toil, or if it was, it might have been some defect or sickness leaking from him. He specifically called us there to stop it. I'm pretty sure whatever it was was of the Forest.
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Trouble on the Rim, Book 2, Chapter 3 The City of Whale Part Two: To sleep... Current Region: Huddik You thank Mr. Hobbson for his time, and for his company, and wish him the best. Maybe tomorrow will bring you answers, but for now it seems like your only option is to grab a bite to eat and head to bed.  You take a seat with your companions, Skvababt and Khami and share the first proper meal you all have had in... months. Oh sure, you've had plenty of food on the way here but it was all lacking that special something that only Big City food can provide. That is, not being made entirely out of Bad Duck Wice™. The conversation is pleasant, even if your situation in uncertain. They both seem to share in Mr. Hobbsons opinion, that coming events are like to reveal any hidden intentions and you give them a weary nod in return. Ever since you started monster hunting, your life has been one never ending roller coaster of weird. You contemplate taking that weirdness one step further, eying your pack, imagining the sweet scent of cupcakes wafting from within, but in the end you think better of it. No more cupcakes... for now. Instead, you talk into the small hours of the night, until eventually Skvababt yawns an adorable, face-wide yawn and stretches her moist arms wide into the air.  You wave her goodbye as she trots of to her room, electing to keep Khami company a bit longer as you finish your drinks and stories. Eventually, even he capitulates and withdraws, leaving you alone in the room. The cupcakes beckon, but you ignore their call. You feel ill-at ease. Haunted even. But you suppose that is because you are. The Tortaur mentioned a tavern somewhere, a tavern that would be the next step on your journey, but as you look around the empty hall you do not for a moment imagine it to be this one. Probably something grander, probably something other-worldly. Probably something you should do sooner or later, you muse, when you aren't this tired. You rise from the bench and creak your neck, stiffling another yawn in the dim candlelight, your only company the sounds of the city invading from outside. Carts on their way to shoppes and markets, thieves' a burgling, ruffians a 'fighting, urchins begging, bucket-men a 'bucketing and all manner of sorts of people living the life that doesn't stop just because the sun decided to go to bed. Even in the mountain home things were never this busy, but you suppose the many cubic miles of granite put a damper on most errant noise. Still... something is off. You imagine voices, just on the edge of hearing. Curious, you creep closer to the window, aided in hearing by the newly bred silence of your solitude.  "I want to believe that he can help us."  "Help us how? One man isn't going to change anything." "Just look at what he has already accomplished..." "Twice exiled, cast halfway across the world, no money, no rights..." "And yet Haarst stands. Braav stands. Daalig is better off than ever." "He had help, you know he did. The Gods..." "You say that like it's a bad thing." "They are fickle. We cannot put our faith in them. Not with so much on the line." "Just don't let them hear you say that. Anyway, it should be right ahead, there. The inn." -- You blink. Did you hear that right? Were they talking about you? Footsteps, just beyond the door. Someone on the handle, before you can react.  In from the gloom step two people, clad in nondescript but obviously official looking uniforms. They immediately turn to you, looking as startled as you feel.  "Mr. Ironscript. You're up late."  "Trouble... dreaming?"  "Now now, don't tease the man. Please, Mr. Ironscript, have a seat."  "Yes. We did not expect to meet you until the morning, but truth be told a meeting at this hour is all the better." You blink again, stammering out a greeting, still confused as to who these people are who apparently know of both you and your deeds, despite everything. "Ah, but we forget our manners. Muld Ha'Ihr, Forest Investigation Bureau." "Field Agent Skellig, likewise." "A pleasure to meet you at last. I'm sure you have many questions." "... but this isn't a charity call." "That does not mean we can not be civil, Skellig." "We are stretched thin as it is, time is of the essence. Make the offer already and let us be off." "You will have to excuse my partners attitude, Mr. Ironscript, though I concede she does have a point. Very well, the offer is this. Your full cooperation, in exchange for ours. Take it or leave it." "No matter what your choice is - you never saw us. This never happened." "So it was, so shall it always be." 1: How do you respond? Write-in. -- You are alone in an inn, in the north-eastern section of the seventh district of Whale. Your companions have gone to sleep, the innkeep likewise. You are unhurt. You are in good health. You have just eaten. You are tired. You are being haunted. You are being haunted. You are not being watched. Before you stand two people, a man and a woman. Human? Drow? In the flickering light of your almost fully melted candle, it is hard to say. They appear unarmed. They are wearing blue uniforms with gold trimmings. Similar to the ones employed by some branches of the Imperial Bureaucracy, though the one they claim to belong to you have never heard of. Question time is open, though you have every reason to suspect they will be tight lipped until you come to a more formal agreement. However formal an agreement can be with two people who just claimed to not exist. True, they were probably speaking metaphorically, but after everything you've been through, how can you really know?
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Swedish Thaumocracy posted:"You will have to excuse my partners attitude, Mr. Ironscript, though I concede she does have a point. Very well, the offer is this. Your full cooperation, in exchange for ours. Take it or leave it." FIB huh? Hah. "First, if you please, may I see your credentials?" "Will this cooperation be under formal contract? If so, may I please see the terms and conditions?" "How may I be of service to the FIB? And, in return, how will be FIB aid in returning me to my rightful place as citizen and business owner?" "What's the literally hurry?" "Clearly, the timing of your arrival, this meeting, and the departure of Mr. Hobbes is no coincidence. You've gone to some lengths to limit my options and ensure my compliance. In my current situation, I really don't have the means or ways to say no; I would just like to know why? "
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Let's make an offer. "You already know of my accomplishments and experience with strange phenomena, so I assume you've decided I'm qualified to help you deal with the Forest. If your offer allows Kvelar and I be reinstated as a citizen in our current state and is able to either pay off business' debts or partially pay them while deferring the deadline until after our contract is done, we will consider doing business as long as it does not conflict with the geas we are under."
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CourValant posted:"First, if you please, may I see your credentials?" "Papers can be forged. We deal in facts." "Truths, connections, networking." "In secrecy." CourValant posted:"What's the literally hurry?" "Every day the forest grows closer. Every day we lose more people to the new plague. Monster attacks are only getting more frequent, on every front the Empire is under Siege." "We are facing an enemy we do not understand, fighting a war we do not comprehend, against powers we have no hope of defending against. We need every advantage. Time is just more manageable than most." CourValant posted:"Clearly, the timing of your arrival, this meeting, and the departure of Mr. Hobbes is no coincidence. You've gone to some lengths to limit my options and ensure my compliance. In my current situation, I really don't have the means or ways to say no; I would just like to know why? " "Because, much like you, we have no choice." "The world is on the line. We will stop at nothing to save it." super sweet best pal posted:"You already know of my accomplishments and experience with strange phenomena, so I assume you've decided I'm qualified to help you deal with the Forest. If your offer allows Kvelar and I be reinstated as a citizen in our current state and is able to either pay off business' debts or partially pay them while deferring the deadline until after our contract is done, we will consider doing business as long as it does not conflict with the geas we are under." CourValant posted:"How may I be of service to the FIB? And, in return, how will be FIB aid in returning me to my rightful place as citizen and business owner?" "In short, answers for answers." "We cannot restore what was, nor can we shower you with riches. But we can offer you new beginnings. A new place. A new identity, purpose, direction and yes, even answers. As long as you keep them to yourself." "We were never here. You did not hear it from us. Whatever you infer is fantasy. They must never know." "It sounds so dramatic when you put it like that, but yes. So it must always be."
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Swedish Thaumocracy posted:"We were never here. You did not hear it from us. Whatever you infer is fantasy. They must never know." "Who's 'They'?" Swedish Thaumocracy posted:"It sounds so dramatic when you put it like that, but yes. So it must always be." "How long has this been going on?"
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CourValant posted:"Who's 'They'?" "My apologies, people in our line of work are cryptic to a fault. 'They' in this instance refers to the public. The ordinary citizens of Rim. As to why; to avoid panic, discord and chaos. The situation is already bad enough as it is." CourValant posted:"How long has this been going on?" "The forest first appeared twenty years ago. Give or take a few months. Our organization has been operating since its inception."
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Swedish Thaumocracy posted:The situation is already bad enough as it is." "How bad it is, exactly?" (Har Har Har)
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"To ensure I understand correctly, if I were to accept your offer I would be giving up my quest to Rim to investigate my condition?"
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I assume you have a way to deal with my geas?
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