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Another thing we could offer is to help find a good nesting site, and maybe arrange extra protection for it. Pay for death with life instead of more death. But I don't want to change the plan because it doesn't commit us to anything yet and we should still learn what we can about this god.
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I wonder if we would incur some kind of divine retribution from whatever being they worship if we were to arrange a deal, then shoot them in the face 
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Trouble on the Rim, Book 2, Chapter 2 The Longest Journey Part Five: The Mothers Lament Current Region: Elsewhere HBar posted:They say an eye for an eye makes the whole world blind.  Fear is a biter, a ravenous hound, driving the herd from its safe nest. Likewise for thee, fear seeks to uproot, and to make of fair stranger the foe. Amends for the fallen, a novel demand, in a world of hunt and be hunted. We follow the cycle, as always we have, from Mother to children to Mother. All throughout time, our line may be traced, though not always at land or at sea. Always however, a Mother will serve, to keep the ways and the herd. So if thee want truce, for thy children and thee, that our our lines might continue to grow, that peace you obtain in steps but three fold, do them and then you shall know. First you will Wake and with your Power in hand, scatter your war herd before us. Tell them sweet lies or the truth that is bitter, but make them obey and be quit here. Then you shall look to the Child you have taken; when you adopted it's spiritual form. Help it reach out to those that have died here, that they aren't into nothing absorbed. Last seek the Oasis, the watering hole. By your toungue the 'tavern of solace.' It lies in your Dreams, as such places are won't, and in that place partake of its sorrows. -- 1: Do you accept these terms? A: Yes Things will occur, probably in the benefit of the people of Portion and yourself. Though how exactly is at this point unclear. No Many will die. Victory is highly uncertain. -- CourValant posted:What harm and xhaotic displays are you running from?  The Cycle demands many things from the living; chiefly that after life follows: death. Though by many ways it may be delayed, that rule is still always obeyed. Imagine then, to your horror I'm sure, a place where death cannot be, were the laws of the land are fragile as dust, when naught matters; how can you be free?
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A seems like the best possible deal we could have hoped for. No idea what's going to happen at the tavern, but at least it should be interesting.
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A We're not going to win this battle. Have to wonder though, did Grandmother Lolth actually expect us to slay this thing? Or was this a set up to get us to meet a being outside the standard hierarchy? The spider's web is woven from plots upon plots upon plots.
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The CYOA participant in me is telling me to live and let live. The munchkin in me is telling me to go for the power-ups and exposition. There ... isn't actually much disagreement this time. A.
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Swedish Thaumocracy posted:1: Do you accept these terms? A: Yes Swedish Thaumocracy posted:The Cycle demands many things from the living; chiefly that after life follows: death. "Great Mother, this cannot be??! If what you say is true, this breaks the fundamental law by which all things living abide. The consequences are too horrific to consider. Where is this place of Undeath?"
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Lol we're going to graduate from monster hunter to outside-context problem solver. Is there a job code for that?
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Grognan posted:Lol we're going to graduate from monster hunter to outside-context problem solver. Is there a job code for that? It's just a different kind of monster we're hunting now. Which is good; we don't want to invalidate the game's premise.
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Grognan posted:Lol we're going to graduate from monster hunter to outside-context problem solver. Is there a job code for that? If we shift our employment Soc code it could play havoc with our application for imperial permanent citizen status. I just finished an incredibly stressful year of permanent residency applications, if you were wondering.
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Ia IA the eternal bureaucracy! We pray for the proper filing of paperwork Ia IA the eternal count! May Lolth chase the liquidity challenged
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Trouble on the Rim, Book 2, Chapter 2 The Longest Journey Part Five: The Mothers Lament Current Region: Elsewhere After some consideration, you accept the Tortaurs concord, not really knowing what Power would hold you to its law. Still, you think its best, seeing as your forces would otherwise be stomped flat by a stampede of Aurouchs and a monster the size of a small fortress. You part in silence, not wishing to disturb the peace that negotiation has bought you. And then...  You wake, except not really. The battlefield lies before you in a sepia haze, all combatants still and unmoving as if time stood still. Immesurable threads hold them together and they glow from within, the intensity nearly blinding. In this light, you can barely make friend from foe - only by their general positioning and number do you conclude which side is which. You sift through the threads, the power you wield freezing you each moment you delay, still none the wiser as to what any of it means or what any of it will do. You focus on the words of the  Perhaps there is another way, more brutal. The power you wield is raw and inherently violent, like the crackling of thunder. If you were to simply release it, would the resulting explosion(?) be enough to satisfy the demands of your situation? Your cow-spirit idles by your side, your only comfort in this world beyond. There is warmth here, and familiarity. There are tugs and pulls and pushes. There is an unnatural chill in the air and your more common senses fear frostbite should you dally. Not that you have a body persay, simpy a form you call your own, and a knotted, frayed cord that extends from it into the aether. 1: Do you... A: Search the threads as your body freezes? What exactly are you looking for? B: Expel your power wantonly? If so, where do you intend to aim it? C: Expel your power carefully? If so, where do you intend to aim it? D: Ask for help? From whom? About what? E: Pray. To whom? About what? F: Do something else? Write-in.
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E - Pray to Lolth for the wisdom to lure these cows and the power they serve into her web.
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Swedish Thaumocracy posted:C: Expel your power carefully? Honor our word and the the deal; expel power to 'scatter your war-herd before us'.
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super sweet best pal posted:E - Pray to Lolth for the wisdom to lure these cows and the power they serve into her web. Isn't breaking deals SUPER frowned upon in Rim's empire?
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The cows aren't actually members of the empire.
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Blasphemaster posted:Isn't breaking deals SUPER frowned upon in Rim's empire? I didn’t see either us or The Ur-Cow physically sign a contract  e: voting Use Cow-Vision-Sense “Daisy what’s up with all these threads”
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Aren't verbal agreements still binding to a degree? Activate accountant/ruleslawyer sense!
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D ask our cow friend for help, don't break the deal...
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Blasphemaster posted:Isn't breaking deals SUPER frowned upon in Rim's empire? It sure is! Especially since one of the three main deities worshipped is litterally the Goddess of Contracts. However, the Tortaur isn't an Imperial Citizen. And come to think of it, neither are you at the moment. Not to mention the fact that Tortaurs are considered hostile entities, ones hunted by the very Guild of which you are a member. Blasphemaster posted:Aren't verbal agreements still binding to a degree? Again, these aren't your everyday circumstances. However, you see no reason why breaking a deal two seconds after you make it, mere meters from the (giant) priest(?)-like monster with which you made it would not turn out poorly. alpaca diseases posted:“Daisy what’s up with all these threads”  Observation: There are a very large amount of threads present. Observation: They emanate and affix to all observed entities, including the enviornment. Observation: They are different from the cord that tugs at us; in that they wary in colour, intensity, direction and length, whereas the cord has remained the same throughout. Speculative Hypothesis: They are connections. Conclusive Statement: Uncertain, further datapoints required.
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Please let's just play this one straight for a change.
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C, and aim it toward the strands/threads connected to the local troops with the intent of making them scatter.
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C, aiming towards the threads of our local troops. I was considering going for some kind of plot here, but I think I'll try uphold the deal. I nothing unsavory and supernatural happens to these militia after we loose this power.
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Trouble on the Rim, Book 2, Chapter 2 The Longest Journey Part Six: Memories Current Region: Elsewhere  You awake in a cabin, yours, to the gentle sway of waves and the memory of cattle. You do not hurt. Your belongings have been stashed by the desk, which has gained another letter since last you saw it. Skvababts handwriting. Since last you awoke, a number of extra blankets have been wrapped around you. Thick, woolen affairs, and when you sit to get out of bed, you realize why. It is freezing. The cabin-window, your only source of light, has been sealed tight with the wooden frames using some kind of congealed slime for insulation, yet the chill still leaks through the boards. You hear only your own breath and the thrum of the engines, were usually for what you would think would be some point before noon there should at least be people walking around outside, admiring the view if nothing else. Ah, but what a view.  The River Ennui stretches out beneath you, disappearing into the horizon, mist and the shadow of the great Rim wall. Endless forests of spruce and pine the rivers only companion. Your boat must have reached the Taiga, which would put you... anything from a week to months away from the City of Portion in the Moores. So much for keeping your maps updated. From what little you know of geography - some of it supplied by Kvelar and his memories, some it it simply shipping information you have processed in your time as a customs accountant - most of the Empire is unclaimed wilderness. Not The Forest - simply forests, teeming with monsters, the land unforgiving and cold. What cities there are huddle the river, follow the great imperial road or hunker down in the safety of mountains. To be exposed is to invite certain death, but so is straying to far from the river. Not all communities can collect all they need to survive; only by Quackeens Grace and Imperial Boatwrighting does the Empire prosper. But enough sightseeing. It does not look like you will lack for it, at any rate.  You open the letter addressed to you, Thorgrim, not Kvelgrim or Thorgar or any other odd combination of letters that the world has thrust upon you. Written in sensual cursive, even the shape of the message is alluring, even if the contents are strictly business. It details the battle and the aftermath. The Tortaur charged, as did the Aurouchs. The men and women of Portion tried to hold the line, the archers and heavies and lancers all, but against that stampede they could not do so and survive. This is where ##Nåzom Stegeth## proved instrumental. When impact was all assured, it thundered, bolt striking the nearby hill and causing an avalanche. The Aurouchs were spooked, their charge broken, and when the dust settled they were gone. They and the Tortaur as well, though none could clearly say how. Here there is a section in the text either scolding you or praising you, it is hard to tell, for your continued inspired use of FOOF in battle. You are quiet sure you did not bring any, but then again you are pretty sure the bolts that fire from your arbalest are not explosive in nature - there must have been some misunderstanding, or, you realize with a start, some other power at work here. --  How do you fare, Misters Kvelgrim IronIronScriptScript? You are two dwarves and a cow of strong build and ill health. You are freezing cold. You are starving. You are being haunted. You are being haunted. You are being watched. 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. You have been drained of [crumbs] - you feel weak. There also appears to be light scarring on your hand, though it is healing. 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. 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, detailing the regions you have traveled through up until the Moores. [00] wealth - as best as you can remember the wealth you do own belongs to ITEC, and is frozen until your coming... investigation? Trial? Until you get to Rim. Your team, such as it is, consists of Skvababt - the Longbowfrogwoman, Khami - the Chainsman, and Mr. Hobbson - your Captor/Escort. You have a sneaking suspicion that Abigail - The Berzerker is on your trail as well. At any rate, you are sure that your team is around here somewhere, though when you try to open the door you find that it is locked. Perhaps that is for the best, things have been... excessively weird as of late. A little more rest will do you no harm. -- 1: What now, Kvelgrim? A: Relax, you aren't going anywhere. Try to stay out of trouble for once. When the door eventually opens, rejoin with your comrades and captor and try to low-profile the rest of the trip as much as possible. B: Investigate. What *really* happened. Where is my cow? Why am I being Haunted? How did I make the world explode, how long have I been out? These and many more questions rush through your head. Perhaps some can be answered Some on your own, by trying to remember, by meditation or by simply connecting the dots. Other questions you must ask of others. This option is decidedly less low-key. C: Pray. To Whom? About What? D: Schmooze Well, you are awake and at some point you will presumably be let out. Do your best to keep working your charm over those that remain on the riverboat. You... probably defeated a Tortaur? Even if there is absolutely no evidence beyond your word, and what the passengers might have seen or heard of themselves. You certainly don't have the trophies or even scars to prove it. E: Something Else? Write-in.
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E focus on physical and spiritual recovery.
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C - Ask Lolth about all the threads we saw.
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Cornuto posted:E focus on physical and spiritual recovery. +1 to this.
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A, stay out of trouble for once. Maybe someone in the city of rim is actually a supernatural expert and will actually be able to offer some insight and explain what is going on? That'd be a welcome change!
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Captainicus posted:A, stay out of trouble for once. I thought that was the whole point of this trip. We get to have someone explain metaphysics to us on the Empire's dime.
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Throw some FOOF at the ocean and watch what happens.
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Blasphemaster posted:Throw some FOOF at the ocean and watch what happens. Throw FOOF at anything and everything. JFC we're a mess right now. And by we I really mean we. Moo. Sit on our freezing bed in a catatonic state thinking about all the decisions we've made that led to our position. Eventually pivot onto the issue of we, who we actually are or are not, and who made those decisions. Consider blaming Thogrim for poor leadership and allowing curiosity to get the better of him. Consider blaming Kevlar for letting our cousin get to this point. Consider who might be at the root of the issue. Eventually blame the cow. Outrail fucked around with this message at 21:28 on Dec 22, 2017 |
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Eat the ghost cow. Ghost steaks.
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Trouble on the Rim, Book 2, Chapter 2 The Longest Journey Part Seven: Crime and Punishment Current Region: The Endless Taiga You are broken, and so you rest. Outside the Taiga scrolls by you in parallax, a winter wasteland seemingly without end. Miles of untouched and monster filled forests. Amongst them are ruins of those that came before. Of expeditions organized the Imperial Army, sent out to cull the wilderness and to secure resources for the Empire, only to find themselves outmatched and outnumbered by uncountable horrors hidden beneath dunes of snow. You know of only one such expedition that succeeded, an outpost famed for its brutal conditions, below zero temperatures and its nearly-all-convicted-felon workforce.  Known simply as The Gulag, this fortified mining camp stands alone in the middle of nowhere, a testament to the Empires tenacity. Though some would call it cruelty, those are mostly the already detained. The memory of your old mentor, Tariff Master Cranberry flies by your mind unbidden - though you are certain he was framed, he was nevertheless convicted. For fraud committed against the Empire, his sentence was clear. He would be residing somewhere in the area, spending the rest of his days until 'retirement' Toil-ing away for the common good, his great skill at accountancy lost to the world. The chill winds only ever increase, and so you wrap yourself in your blankets and stare at the wall, losing yourself in memory and thought. -- Eventually, the lock on your door rattles and Mr. Hobbson enters with a meal - hot soup, tantalizing your shivering bones.  "Ah! Misters Ironironscriptscript. You are awake. With all that has happened I can hardly blame you for sleeping, but a week is pushing it, don't you think? Japes aside, we feared you had succumbed to the new fever - I shall inform the others of your improvement at once - but please, for your own sake and mine, no more hunting until after your sentencing, I'm having enough trouble sleeping as it is."
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Surely we won't have another opportunity to run off and conscript a miltia? Maybe just a regular, few man hunt this time... 
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We could ask around if there are any outstanding contracts worth a lot of money that aren't likely to be filled in the near future, make a note of them for after we're done with our legal trouble.
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