[2/5] Cotta 2026/11/14(Sat)23:24 No. 1134121 ID: c65cd0
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...Huh. Can't say I expected to be in the house of some sort of wealthy dictator.

>How do people understand what GAK means? Are you psychic?

Of course I'm not psychic! There's no such thing as psychic powers. It's just hard to explain, okay? It's just whatever word that goes there. Maybe it's something that you have to learn by example. Gak Gak! means "like this!" because you would give an example after saying you'd give an example.

[3/5] Cotta 2026/11/14(Sat)23:24 No. 1134122 ID: c65cd0
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Okay, that looks like an entrance.

>At least disable that bell on your collar

It hasn't been ringing, actually. Either my feathers gummed it up, or it doesn't have the little metal ball in it.

[4/5] Cotta 2026/11/14(Sat)23:24 No. 1134123 ID: c65cd0
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The guy controlling the television has some graphics, it looks like.

"Rneririri ri ri... Oeomre ri si Oerneeoe meOesiri s ome me onomermsme ris risrni, isrniOe eomerneri oesenrmrn ri ni rne rroe renirnio e rnirneesme rne Oeoesenrni rirnenrni rineneere eomeernr oenesmeri s nrnem ermn."

"At some point, you gotta understand that I have no idea what you're saying. What does 'ririririri' mean? Are you purring or something?"

"Smeneo, Oe omreri si ismeme sme. Oerni rnesm om rne. Oeme reerniome nernerni nioesen smeris emrisrm ome n rnioerm rne, rniori sni o."

"Yep, yep, yep. Gak gak gak."

"MeriReRiRni ermrmrn ri e mornion rmnrirmome n ernirnio n nierninrni on smeSiOeOme OmeOmOeOme OmeSmeRi S."

"Merry renirini to you too."

"Oerernerni n e me, orirm risen rn rnion nenremn."

"You done?"

...

>Learn some alien words

I'm going to file that under "things to do when you are not actively trying to escape."

[5/5] Cotta 2026/11/14(Sat)23:24 No. 1134124 ID: c65cd0
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What.
the.
fuck.

???

I have no idea what I'm even looking at. I'm in a cylinder?? What's stopping everything on the ceiling from falling down?? There's apparently a forest past the fence. THE FENCE THAT WRAPS AROUND A GIANT CYLINDER!

Alright, looks like you're in a centrifugal-gravity space habitat. Leaving it will be problematic, but getting lost in the city area sounds doable.

And since a picture is worth a thousand words, what screen guy was saying sounds like:
- The moment you leave the house, the alarm will ring, so be quick
- Do NOT attempt to leave through the gatehouse, it's guarded. Find a point of the fence with no guards near it, and jump the fence.

Absurdity DeVoid 2026/11/14(Sat)16:05 No. 1134114 ID: dcd47c
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Gaping Jaws: "But I am already strong, much stronger than what I previously was."

Hanako: "Are you sure about that?"

Absurdity DeVoid 2026/11/14(Sat)16:06 No. 1134115 ID: dcd47c
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Hanako removes the bra and gently starts cursing them.

Gaping Jaws: "AHHH....Why ar are you doing that? What are you proving with it?"

Hanako: "That they have left you starving for the hunger for that urge. They kept you repressed, and that left you constantly wanting to experience it, but not being allowed to do so."

Gaping Jaws: "So how can you help me with my problem...?"

Absurdity DeVoid 2026/11/14(Sat)16:07 No. 1134116 ID: dcd47c
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Hanako: "Gaping jaws, anyone can tell you have not found a capable master here. But I can provide for you. Be my dog, listen to my commands, and I will give you treats you will beg for"

Gaping Jaws: "I....I can't disobey my mistress. I am an obedient dog."


Choose how you want to continue working on this target.

She is a good dog. And a good dog deserves a good mistress. One that can truly appreciate her qualities

Time to tame the best. She is starving and give her a full corse meal.

Twist 2026/11/14(Sat)03:39 No. 1134098 ID: f69ece
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(5/7)

Yriel: "You should eat, Iantha. We've got a lot of ground to cover, and it would be no good for you to lose strength partway."

Iantha: "I am- I mean, I will be fine. Thank you for your concern."

Getting this girl to sleep and eat is a battle for stronger men than you on the best of days, but there's something more to it, today. She flees eye contact with you, and when you turn your attention more fully towards her, she flinches away.

Yriel: "Is something on your mind? You seem skittish this morning."

Iantha: "Um."

Twist 2026/11/14(Sat)03:39 No. 1134099 ID: f69ece
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She tenses, and you see her squeeze her eyes shut. She takes a slow breath, in through her nose and out in a slow stream from her mouth. Whatever she's about to say, she needs to steel herself for it.

Iantha: "I… Uh. I had a nightmare last night."

What? Is that it?

Yriel: "What?"

Iantha: "I-i mean that to say- and, I am aware of how ridiculous it may sound, but please, let me finish."

Iantha: "I have visions, sometimes. My nightmares are not always terribly clear, and I do not always know what it means until the events it was warning me of are coming to pass, but… When I sleep, I see tragedies yet to come."

Iantha: "Last night was one of these visions."

Twist 2026/11/14(Sat)03:39 No. 1134100 ID: f69ece
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(7/7)

Iantha: "I understand that this is strange, and may be hard to believe, but- Please, I hope you can believe me."

Iantha looks up finally, an almost pleading look in her eyes as her eyes switch from you to Stand and back again.

You can't imagine how many people must have brushed her off in the past to make her look at the two of you like that.

Stand, to his credit, seems deep in thought. Questioning this does not seem to have occurred to him.

It would explain some things, you think. Iantha has had issues with sleep for as long as you've been treating her, but you've handled cases with insomnia before, and your other patients are rarely as cagey about their issues as this girl is, nor are they usually so resistant to trying to treat it. This secret would explain exactly why.

Gifts like this aren't impossible. You know of Palla, back at the Monastery, who always seems to know impossible things. There's divination magic that can reveal the future, and all manner of stories about prophets, and while Prophecy is a dangerous subject and is best left for cyclops and fey, dreams of the future isn't exactly the strangest thing you've heard of, as rare as they may be.

Unfortunately, you also know that, more common than genuine visions, are hallucinations and delusion. While you know it may be possible for

Do you believe her? How do you feel about this revelation? How will you respond?

>>1134100
Ah, poor girl. That's a heavy gift to carry, and even worse when people don't believe her. That explains why she's avoiding sleep, as well.

First tell her that you are inclined to believe her but you'd like to confirm it since it's quite rare. Ask for examples of her visions coming to pass in a way that she was able to predict what was going to happen *before* it happened. How often are they that precise? How often are they muddled, vague, metaphorical, or confusing? Has she ever been able to use the information in her visions to prevent something bad happening, or does it happen no matter what she does? Do they ALL wind up being prophetic or does she have regular nightmares or dreams sometimes?

That sort of information should give you a good idea if they are really prophetic dreams, and how useful they really are. What was the dream she had last night?

>>1134101
this

>>1134093
I theorise the King is one of the following:
- A large, intelligent, bipedal animal trying to pass as human or integrate with humanity.
- A regular human noble, ostracized after showing off his macabre genius/puppet creations at a feast of other nobles, which drove them into a envious, mad isolation.
- The above, but they're an abandoned child prodigy rather than an adult - would explain their temperament, obsession with terribly written theater and general madness.
- A crippled, inbred or disfigured individual who is effectively trapped in their own house, and reliant on the servants they created.
- A human corpse that is being puppeteered by a small animal, i.e. macabre Ratatouille, or a 'Wizard of Oz' scheme where some genius rodent is pretending to be human.

Notably with any of these theories, the King/Master is very devoted to keeping the vault safe at all costs. It could be literal human wealth/treasure, some science marvel, or something personal and/or macabre (grisly puppet trophies, mementos) in there. Unlikely anything the rodents need or want, as food wouldn't need such guarding, but potentially useful to lure them down there and into the grasp of a vengeful Moose to kill them.

A good way of stealing a key without its owner noticing it is missing is by making your own copy with scientific ingenuity.

Lisel can collect some wax (from candles that the friar likely has access to) in a bowl/box. Then if the key can be snatched and pressed into the wax, you have a key mold that can be used to make a copy of the key (with a easily melting metal like tin/lead, or carved from wood), and the real key returned with its owner not suspecting anything.

Another, more mundane solution to the lock problem would be to simply pick the lock. You just need something to serve as lockpicks (and practice opening it somehow),

>>1134107
Adding to this - assuming the Master is utilizing chemical science, them being a psychopathic madman might be a result of lead or mercury poisoning, both being metals that one is easily poisoned by in the time period this takes place in (usually from fumes or direct skin exposure).

I also just realized that the Revenants and the Fungal beasts have a thing in common - glowing bright blue. Could the Revenant Elixir be made from Fungal Beasts? The Fungal Beasts cleaely have unknown, mutating properties that the Master might have deciphered...

>>1134109
>Fungal Beasts and the elixir
Maybe it's the other way around. Maybe they grow here because of the chemical residues permeating the building.

>>1134110
The fungal beasts are apparently only found in these woods, and exist outside of the manor (hibernating or migrated, see the first post of ch.1).

While it's possible the manor somehow created these and they escaped/reproduced outside, there would need to be a LOT of them produced to become a whole population in the forest over... However long all this Witch/intelligent animals stuff has been happening.

Oddly enough we also didn't see any puppets or servants hunt or clean/exterminate the things.

They're an odd mystery for sure (along with the abnormally long winter in North England, year 1859/1869, that set off all this trouble).

Sauce:
https://questden.org/kusaba/questdis/res/145850.html#145893
https://questden.org/kusaba/questdis/res/145850.html#145908

Toxoglossa 2026/11/12(Thu)02:58 No. 1134028 ID: fc24be
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“Ooh, nice of you two to join us!” Casey remarks. She half turns to Cole and asks, “Think she can take it as good as me?~”

The mouse gets no response, only heavy, determined panting as the doppelgänger continues to fuck her. As he does, something curious happens: bits and pieces of his glamour start to flicker and turn off like magelights going out one at a time.

“Cole? You okay back there?” Casey asks.

“Told ya.” Gabe lays back with a smug look on his face. “Your butt is a certified masterpiece. Its got anti-glamour tech.”

“All right, I guess it does. I had no idea Argus’s training would- woah!”

Casey gasps as she’s pushed forward onto Gabe’s chest, letting Cole position himself on top of her. Driven by a single-minded lust, the doppelgänger grabs her hips and speeds up; pounding her with all the desperation of a true fey.

“Ah! Ah~ oh fuck! Okay! Yah! Oh fuck~!” Gabe bounces up and down in her shaking vision, looking very satisfied with himself. As much as Casey would like to say something about the situation, instead she moans and climaxes as she eagerly takes it up the ass.

Toxoglossa 2026/11/13(Fri)02:50 No. 1134070 ID: fc24be
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Kasey closes her eyes as Gaybe starts moving his hips. Concentrating on her breathing, she lets the dull, soreness beneath her tail fade to the background as the slow, easy thrusts rearrange her insides. A strangled moan slips through her lips and Gaybe chuckles.

“What’s that? Someone enjoying themselves?”

“Ah~ you’ll have to do better than that…”

“Oh yeah?” Kasey gasps as she’s rolled over onto her side. Still thrusting into her, Gaybe slips a hand between her thighs and dips his finger inside her. “Feels pretty wet to me. But you’re right, I should be upping my game.”

She squeals as his finger begins strumming against her clit. Looking down at his hand Kasey finds herself lifting her leg to give him better access. Suddenly, the tension she had been holding in is gone, and the dick in her ass feels great. She bites her lip and hums a tuneless, meandering tone, trying to keep herself from climaxing right away.

”Fates, how do they live with someone like this? Is it going to be like this for a whole year? Or even longer?” Kasey’s eyes roll back behind her closed eyelids as her hips wriggle uncontrollably. ”Oh fuck, what did we sign up for?”

Oh, she's doomed.

yesss give in

Imagine what they'll be like in a years time, properly trained to be indistinguishable via sex and appearance.

Though the mice will probably have the edge of being so different after a year of advenuring that their tells will be being out of date. And a fey-breaking angel ass.

Shows the real merc here.
But... can we really condone such a breach of contract, even if it's in our favor?

>>1134076
Just kill Red Mask already. We don't need to keep him alive.

Well if they're really surrendering then surely they would be alright dis-arming themselves

I don't think it's a breach of contract to spare someone('s mech). Just be aware he's probably gonna lie to you.
Probably best to let him leave, since if you don't he'll be able to do further damage to your mechs.

He's making you lower your guard by talking. If you let him leave, he's going to come back and be a problem in the future or he'll literally stab you in the back when you look away.

Kill him to prevent him from attacking you and your allies.

I mean, later you could ask your mom if she has any relatives. Hell when was the last time you even THOUGHT about your extended family?

But as for the current situation... honestly >>1134026 has the right mix of cheesy and genuine to be helpful, while also providing a hook for Ms.??? if she chooses. This would provide a further opportunity for the Eez to guess the mechanism by which the flower sticks on Ms.???'s head and both look, and feel, smart.

So, A with a mix of bc (prod Eez into asking about/look at the flower) on the side.

B. Baby steps for the introvert to get used to socializing

E / c

Eezeryh needs a little guidance, clearly. We’ve been taking charge for a while now, maybe it’s time for Gulketi to chime in?

Eez respects his opinion a lot, and even if he doesn’t pipe up, providing her some points of conversation to bounce off of should do the trick.

E/c

>>1134025
C, b

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Funny story; Reiko's been listening in on everyone since the ship's comms are still in okay condition. See, it's mostly static noise due to the damage to the comms, but... when someone puts emotion into their words, the comms... understand? And translate as best they can. Or something.

>>1133452
Something about that rant twists a lump in Reiko's chest.

The Youngmason parties were packed with people like that. Merchants who looked at the chains on their slaves more fondly than the glint of gold. Branch family members who obviously looked at the family heads like obstacles to be disposed of, no matter how many gifts or benefits they were bribed with. Nobles who openly did anything but noble when it came to the common servants around them, pretended to be kings of courtesy when it came to fellow aristocrats, and somehow blended the two diametrically opposing viewpoints into one twisted outlook. When they made someone distressed, they always made it everyone else's fault.

But the Youngmason heads? The thing is, they didn't feel like that to Reiko. Bitter and aloof towards deviants like her, but otherwise respectful and understanding towards the staff and potential clients. All their scorn had a reason. All that generosity put them above the rest of the decadence.
So why did they always show tolerance, even joy, towards these leeches, these threats to their rule, even in private? They were masters of an entire corporate domain, they had to know what flavors of evil the world had offered them... right?
Maybe Reiko will never understand it.

A tribe of hunters willing to sift through the immigrants and hunt the soci

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>>1133459
>research on the outer layers of Branu's fortress, looking at the footage for signs of potential access points, physical or digital.
>trained in understanding numenera
>rolled 13
Found a node address which should allow you to measure proximity to the Crux's public access points from the datasphere side. Now you just need a vertex through which to enter the datasphere.
>rolled 7
All the famous-yet-unclaimed vertices have some curse that discourages folks from hanging out nearby for long. Canting Pipes of Vnaar radiate an oppressively irritating telepathic message, the Pulvinated Valley intermittently produces toxic fumes, Corpseflinger... well, that one's fairly self-explanatory.

Canting Pipes are in the Ausren Woods, about a hundred, maybe hundred and twenty miles northwest of the Beanstalk. Possibly the easiest to access if you can just park the ship right on top, get in through the roof, maybe even counter that irritating signal with the ship's comms.

Corpseflinger, now that you think about it, seems at least a little bit similar to Zalkezia's repeated-copy problem. Might be able to get insights into debugging the Crux by solving some local glitch there first? It's near the Voil Chasm on the northern border of the Pytharon Empire, though, so not exactly "unclaimed." If the Grey Queen Dissicaeli happens to be nearby when you visit that one, there's a non-negligible chance she'd be able to shoot down the ship, or otherwise prevent you from leaving.

Pulvinated Valley is downriver from Uxphon. Malia probably knows more.

Or, you could sear

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While committed to descent, but before air has become thick enough for compressive heating to form a plasma sheathe, the CBDR alarm goes off.
Constant Bearing, Decreasing Range - the dead-simple algorithm for identifying which bits of space debris are likely to cause an actual problem
in this case, that calculation doesn't quite apply. Atmospheric and gravitational effects mean your trajectories will naturally diverge, landing points separated by...
...Reiko hesitates before hitting 'dismiss alarm.'
Two nearly perpendicular suborbital trajectories, LZ less than forty miles apart, timing close enough for collision alarms? On a 22,000 mile trip, that's about as likely to be random happenstance as two darts thrown from opposite ends of a bar hitting the same board's bullseye within the same heartbeat.
Less than a minute until the dangerous parts of re-entry, so there's no time for screwing around with half-measures and speculative guesses.
Max magnification passive scan, false-color mapping across 100 to 1000 nanometer range - the "visible spectrum," broadly construed.
It's a cube, 1.53 meters on a side, gray stone with swirling streaks of some purplish ore. Why would that be making her think of...?

The map table.

That utterly innocuous, unremarkable stone altar, blank apart from purple inlay or veins, found spotlessly clean, atop a starburst of fractures, surrounded by charred corpses all facing or reaching toward it, beneath a scabbed-over former breach in the ceiling.
In the deep vaults, long forbidden by the tribe's patron Voice (i.e. greater data-spirit), whose taboos they discarded after it seemingly betrayed them.
Very same room which Reiko's tribe's chief decided would be perfect for their new inner sanctum, right when the whole outside world seemed to be going mad.
The map table which was missing - leaving a

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rolled 10, 17, 2, 11, 15, 14, 1, 9, 20, 13, 12, 14, 5, 13, 4, 6, 8, 12, 6, 17 = 209

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Rage begins to channel through Reiko's nanofibered brain. This thing, it ate her family, and then it just... what is it doing?

She's angry. Breathe in.
Count to ten.
Breathe out.

KILL IT.

[A] Maximum Effort.

>>1133902
>rolled 10
Scanning at full power... did Paprika and Nat ever actually reconnect that loose wire causing the depth-of-field errors? Target lock seems clean, anyway.
>rolled 17
Firing for effect... direct hit, bogey is chaff and charnel on all bands. A few fancy split-beam followup shots ensure that no fragment larger than a grain of sand will survive to hit the ground; high-altitude winds soon scatter those across thousands if not millions of square miles, far beyond plausible self-repair.
>rolled 2
No sign of lingering software contamination detected before plasma sheathe of high-speed reentry, opaque to near everything short of x-rays, enfolds the ship.
>rolled 11, 15
The ship spins and flips over, but Reiko manages to get it re-stabilized in something close enough to optimal aerodynamic orientation before anything really critical buckles or tears under centrifugal forces, melts, or catches fire.

How fortunate that all these refugees are already so accustomed to what amounts to a microgravity environment, complete with occasional surges of turbulent convection! Illaquita's huge dodecahedral "tent" careens drunkenly from one end of the 'plaza' to the other, but everybody's properly braced, so crunching noises turn out to just be leather hinges tearing loose from wicker - easily repaired - rather than living bones, or even the liquor-distillation rig.

1 xp to everybody for mostly defeating the Scorn Core.

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Ask him how to get a date

>>1133957
Rude. Ruadan's out here taking care of our grandfather, and doing quite well at it from the look of things. He can be poncy if he feels like it. Show some respect!

Well, they know about our condition too, they'll be glad to hear that we're doing much better than we were this morning. But also we'd be happy if we knew our granddad was getting the rest he needs to recover. While we're here, let's talk a bit more about their adventures with the ship, so he gets his mind off of wanting to be out and about when he should be in bed.

Then I'd like to ask Ruadan about his plans for Lutricalia. His plans for finding a woman to go with. A handsome young man like him must have caught quite a few eyes already, hasn't he? We've met a nice druid girl today, but, well...

>>1133957
Grandpa sounds like he has stories to tell. Why not grab a stool, or sit down on the floorboards, and inquire further on the ship siege? Might he know some of the last words spoken by slain friend and foe?

Things to recall:
>Erciachran schemes
>Axathia
>Demons

Things to ask:
>Daughter
>Ponce
>Demon
>Prisoner - why?
>Leading the expedition
>What was on the ship? Was it a worth the injuries?
>Any permanent injuries or is he mostly just gonna be bandaged a while?

>>1133957
Let the memory of a sailor-minded grandads vocabulary recover the most important aspect of any language - the ability to cuss, swear, curse and other words you cannot say in polite company. And maybe some context or lore behind why they're 'dirty words'.

B) little slime in the big city

A) Slime in the Park. Back to basics!

A

C) go to the place where no other slime has gone before!

>>1134038
Adding to this: Temporarily revert to Shadow Puppets art as we return back to where it all started, finding the Squirrel that would be your first friend on this strange journey and asking if it wants to come along.
>>1111875

Also a chance to inspect where you actually came from - you oozed out of a crack in the park soil, but how'd you end up in the soil to begin with?
>>1111739

Damn this birb is blushing. Give her a snappy one liner about which came first, the chicken or the egg. Chicks love that kinda shit.

Immediately tell her to hydrate. That bottle looks empty.

A BEAN BAG CHAIR? Talk about fancy.

Greet.

Humanophile. Not sure why anyone would want to be one.

Say hi and pretend to be sane.

Take some of the plants, we could make new types of food.

Hey, shouldnt we, like, name the boat and break a bottle on it? Isnt it bad luck if we dont do that?

>>1133923
oh! good point. very good point. we almost forgot a very important thing.
how about... Silver Flame?

>>1133923
Well, since Fern did such a wonderful job helping out with the Engine I was thinking a plant name for the ship. It sails on acid so why not call it Desmarestia (Acid Kelp)?

I feel like you should prep the boat to be ready to go at a moment's notice, before wandering the town. Just in case you run into any surprises, haha.

(2/4) kpwlt 2026/11/10(Tue)13:22 No. 1133968 ID: 127310
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Sam proceeds. Hella falters. She makes a commendable attempt at regaining full composure before speaking.

HELLA: “Wait! I think we can figure something out where neither of us have to suffer further. What is it that you want from me?”

SAM: “What did you just do to Uberto? You need to undo it. And then you have to undo the same thing for Mary, the Hazard Association Agent.”

Hella moves her head so that the approaching Sam obscures her vision.

HELLA: “Fine. But you will have to leave afterwards.”


Uberto remains in his pitiful state with Simone and McGregor attempting to comfort him. Hella lifts her hand and he appears to rise slightly before standing.

UBERTO: ”Glad you could see reason, Hella. And well done, Sam.”

SIMONE: “I think we should get going.”

Simone points towards the unexplored end of the path, where a number of huge, pale salamanders are dragging their heft towards the group.

(3/4) kpwlt 2026/11/10(Tue)13:22 No. 1133969 ID: 127310
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Sam’s group travels with Hella in tow. They find Miller defending Mary from salamanders on all sides. With a flick of Hella’s wrist, the dark influence on Mary is lifted.

After cracking her joints, Mary leaps to her feet. Her flail slams into salamander after salamander.

MARY: “That’s better! You lot get outta here, we’ll catch up with you.”

Miller and Mary seem very competent, so Sam leads the group to the exit. The few salamanders that attempt to interrupt them are repelled swiftly.

(4/4) kpwlt 2026/11/10(Tue)13:22 No. 1133970 ID: 127310
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>Keep that figure in mind. It is a consideration for later, and dependent upon you winning here, but it doesn't look like Clerk's Raven. Mayhaps something else is watching. Anyway, think fast, Sam. Don't have time for much else.

Now that Sam is out of imminent danger, she recalls what she saw. She makes sure to commit it to memory.

Before long, the two lingerers clamber out of the well to join the others topside.

MARY: “Well, that was tons of fun. I’ve gotta catch up with you more often, Miller.”

MILLER: “In better circumstances, I hope.”

MARY: “And I have to thank you lot! Things coulda gone real different if you didn’t lend a hand.”

UBERTO: ”Ah, don’t mention it! Although, this does mean you’ll be voting for your electorate’s Esoteric candidate next election, right?”

MARY: “Cheeky bugger, this one!”

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Swallow your pride, apologise profusely to Hella for the debacle in the well, and see if you can secure the letter with an honest explanation.

That or let Uberto discuss it with her (or just have him back you up); aside from being an MP, he seems diplomatically inclined.

Also, might be time to consider where to go next.

Remember the real reason we came here. I think you'd better pursue the lead while you've got access to it.

>>1133245
Think happy thoughts Maya. Think about sesbian lex.

>>1133479
And now think about gay sex between men, then the gay guys and the lesbians pairing up to fuck eachother for procreation from that game "Day outside of the city" where the protagonist is called NITWit as a insulating nickname

>>1133540
Maya and doggo kissing action? would it be gay for two gay people of opposite sex to kiss each other, or would it be "gay?"

Does Maya like girls? Clearly she's into boys, but does it go both ways?

Hey Maya, are you bisexual?

Maya NEEDS to have some sort of trinket or keychain on her that she can flash to autistic baddies so they know she's cool

Imagine how much easier this would be if there was a little Shadow the hedgehog plushy attached to her belt or something

>>1133629
Nah its probably the big belly/womb Shrine that acts as the opposite of the big dick shrine with how boobs and butt are the opposite

>>1133701
But what if they become too enamored to leave and abandon their quest?

>>1133629
Foot shrine secret

Secret foot shrine.

>>1133623
Ah, that was a nice quest. We got to play with a big juicy goblin cock, and we've earned favors from all three of the local priests! And the Butt Priestess offered us something to help with her area, so if they all know sokething about their own faith's holy sites...

Is that how it works? One favor each makes three, right? Or is it just one favor collectively? I'm gonna guess it's three, just for opportunity's sake.

Butt Priestess: Ask about a monster in the Slime Swamp. Because if there's a chance for us to get fucked by gooey tentacles while our limbs are stuck in solidified slime blocks, I don't want to miss out.
Dick Priest: Show us a secret in the Crystal Labyrinth. With a name like that, there's sure to be fun treasures to find or traps to avoid. Or fun traps to get caught in.
Boob Priestess: We should learn about a monster in the Dark Vorest. That place sounds like it's either very dangerous or very safe and relaxing. Either way, we'll want to be prepared for whatever's lurking there.

>Secret Foot Shrine
Note to self: ask the gods to anoint a Foot God after we finish our quest. A world-saving hero can get away with a little heresy.

>>1113377
Ask the biological weapon if their wielder was born stupid or took too many blows to the distributed process matrix over the years, then attempt to negotiate directly with Sine. The one holding them seems like a rogue element with no authority to actually force them to fire.

Also, maybe just let Li.Ni.Si get laid, maybe it'll help give her reprieve from her own issues. Meanwhile, his Bad Luck Field seems beneficial to you. After all, B! Could have sent an elite killer after you but instead sent these two, presumably out of pity for the big one.

>>1113377
Alright, I have been informed Holdfast is the small creature on Sine's head. Fair enough.

Ask Sine to please not shoot you just because their pet idiot is kill-crazy.

Ask Sine why he's letting this little bundle of aggression giving him orders.
Go on a tangent about how he's clearly the sharpest of the two.

>>1113424
They live in an authoritarian populist regime; motivations towards loyalty are far more important to their survival than keeping the tentacles on the trigger. Now that they have 'due cause', they control the narrative of this encounter.

If we knew a way to turn that narrative around...

The spambots seem to love this one. It's always sad to see it at the top of /quest/ and then discover it's a false alarm.

Drake I think you might need to watch the news more often. It kinda looks like a whole racism movement started while you weren't paying attention.

>>1133759
Whatever this is it seems serious, do what she says for now but be sure to have that discussion ASAP.

Hey, a free flier!

should probably just do what she says

Just noticed she dyed her "hair" the same color as your eyes. She must really like that color.

B) this is non-negotiable. We can't abandon our people.

B) That's not making it right, that's keeping things wrong. there are more important things in the world than one's safety

B). being an adult means making decisions that may be wrong, but it is what you choose to do rather than what someone else wants

I'm not too happy Bobbie revealed us lesser demons to Actus, but I guess it's kinda moot point since Gram already revealed us to Actus before Bobbie did. Abdle probably should have said: "I picked up on some cues the way you said words such as "our father" or "our uncle""

But anyway, B. Ask Actus this hypothetical: "You said you have a wife, would you be willing to let your own family die if it meant saving me? Because you are essentially asking me to let my own family die to come with you."

"Even if we go with you, Maxwereus will still be looking for me even if the kingdom falls, and eventually, he WILL start questioning you, and be able to draw whatever hiding spot you have for me with his lie detecting ability."

(If Actus didn't already know about Maxwereus detecting lies, it is highly important he learns about it now so he can prepare).

Ask him why exactly does he still need to be a hero if he is so conflicted with coming after you.

Do not ask about the incident yet. Maybe next time you interact. Focus on the current state of things.
1, what's next? Does she have any tasks for you, or should you just start cleaning up the place on your own?
2, Is there anything dangerous in the facility right now?
3, Are there any more people hiding somewhere? (we've been told she's the only survivor, but we shouldn't know that)

There's no urgent questions. show you're a good reliable worker.

once she gives us the list, if any of our questions are relevant to the tasks we can ask them.

Ask her if there are any other ballistic turrets or similar measures in the facility. So you don't get shot, incinerated or exploded by something left on 'autopilot'.

Make a private assesment of Dr. Mabel thus far: Smash, or pass? Cutie, or not your type / incompatible?

>>1133683
>“Thanks for promoting me up to ass researcher though.”
>That’s… I can only fit so many characters on to the cards okay?
Doesn't look like she understood that was a joke. You might want to explain that it was a joke because you were attempting to lighten the mood. And it's also a way for you to try and not think about how freaked out you are to be in this situation.

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Oh!

Hello there?

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>>1133617
Oh no he works FAST.

Is he wearing a fucking shock collar!

Completed thread, right on time for the spooky seasons end. Lets hope the guy didn't suffocate in the bag / is still alive.

When can we expect the continuation?

>>1133619
yes

>>1133650
ill be going on a short break from questing then will continue. updates may not be as frequent, since i wont be crunching to hit a halloween deadline. we'll see.