>>552552
how do you even attack with those things?

also why in all fucks did you take that NOPE thing?? what are you planning to use it on!?

anyhow, follow the guy to adventure i guess. also read letter.

I would complain that strapping potions to your chest to act as ablative armor isn't always the best plan. (Inventory and wight capacity management, unidentified enchantments, a vault of loot we can't necessarily return to to pick through, gold versus gems, healing now versus healing later, and consumable item destruction. We so roguelike now). Although I suppose it's for easy access in the case of horrible injury?

I would still stuff the 'normal' clothes in your pack, along with the nope. You're going to have to stop off back at your room to drop the nope off anyways (ie, to hide it forever). You don't know how long you're going to be living in the library, and you might someday want a non battle outfit.

Anyways, go with the librarian. The letter probably contains your instructions- where the missing books should be, and what volumes you're looking for.

ok, we're geared up, look awesome, and now have to follow our new tour guide to our next destination, loots hope we can stop by our room soon to drop off some of the less important item's soon as I would like to have some free space incase we need to grab more things our have to use the spear for whatever reason.

>>552569
What AREN'T we going to use it on is what you should be asking.

>>552573
That's a good idea. We can drop some of the things we aren't going to use *cough*nope*cough*, and then continue on our appointed task.

On the other hand, do we really want to risk NEVER figuring out what the nope does?

>>553166
Applying the nope to an incapacitated enemy monster or guardian will solve that mystery.

Protagonist: Convert the nope into a club or flail with wood and leather cording.

>>553218
What if it's like a full heal or an outrageous buff or something though?

LimeBreaker 2013/12/26(Thu)22:19 No. 553742 ID: e5cc49
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You attack with the leg blades by kicking people with the sharp bits. It's really not that complicated.

You have the potion on your chest so it is within tongue-reach in event of horrible injury. Considering the value of its contents, the bottle itself is probably unbreakable (or nearly so) but you guess you could move it if you think it's going to be a problem.

With little hesitation, you follow the librarian, TO ADVENTURE!

Or to one of the library's roof entrances, you guess.

The librarian hands you the letter. You quickly tongue it open.

...

Well that didn't really need to be in an envelope. The letter lists three things.

The Dog on the Log - A children's book.

The Complete Works of Ser Laustro Fant - A poetry collection, maybe? You've never heard of the guy.

Advanced Thaumic Field Theory: 4th Ed. - A textbook on magic, probably.

You guess these are the books you're supposed to collect?

The librarian points at a tower in the distance, which you guess is where you're supposed to find the books. It then turns and leaves.

LimeBreaker 2013/12/26(Thu)22:20 No. 553743 ID: e5cc49
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Well.

Adventure!

Maybe.

You are fairly certain you could navigate back to your room from here.

You guess you could go drop some stuff off, if you really wanted to? Anything you left in your room would obviously not be able to assist you in adventure.

On the other wing, you could just fly over to the tower if you didn't have to worry about your golem buddy following you around on foot. Though, just flying straight there might attract unwanted attention.

You could always travel on foot, but that would take more time, and you'd risk running into constructs or other denizens of the Lands. Walking on the roof would leave you exposed to the skies and later take you through the Iron Gardener's gardens, while walking through the halls and tunnels would remove your advantage of flight and probably take you through another immortal's domain.

You probably should have asked which immortals are where.


So.

Do you head back to your room, and if so, what do you leave there?

Do you travel via the skies, the roofs, or the tunnels?

let's walk. while we may be better right now we do not want another flying fuck coming after us.

>>553743
Go into yonder woods. Worst case scenario you hook it up a tree and fly the fuck out of there through the canopy.

We've been told the Gardener won't care about us so long as we don't mess with his shit. So just go over the roofs. It'll be fine.

As soon as you find something innocuous that would be good as a training dummy, try hitting it with the legblades to see if they have an activated effect when they strike something. Hit it with the NOPE to see if that has one too.

>the bottle itself is probably unbreakable (or nearly so)
>is this going to be a problem
You could test how unbreakable the empty potion bottle is. If it doesn't break when you throw it against a wall or a stone or something, you can be reasonably sure the one on your chest isn't going to shatter easy.

>what do
Go back to your room, finish filling out the library card request form, and file it before you leave. That way you can get your library card now, or at worst, they'll have it ready when you come back.

I suggest dropping off (hiding) the nope in your quarters. Looking at >>552552 it appears to take up a ton of room in your pack. Enough that you might have difficulty cramming books in there when you find them. ...and really, you don't want to be experimenting with it anywhere that's unsafe / unsecured, anyways. Too big a potential distraction and/or embarrassment.

>You probably should have asked which immortals are where.
I highly suggest trying to look this up before we try to leave. The library must have maps or books about the rest of the area, right? Knowing who or what we might encounter where is a huge potential asset, and would give us the benefit of planning. You're sitting in a temple of knowledge. Make use of the power rather than choosing blindly.

(If I had to choose blind (which I don't want to) I would pick the route that gives us the option of fight, but not flying strait there. We don't want to be trapped in the skys or on the ground if something finds us again).

>>553742
Okay, after seeing this I gotta ask: How the heck do harpy scholars handle documents without getting either saliva or stuff they tracked on their feet all over them? Waterproof "tongue socks?" Wash their feet every time after they've touched the floor and before they touch the documents? Or do they all have magic foci and know short-range fine-control telekinesis?

This makes me wonder: Are there magic foci out there "tuned" so it can only do one effect but do it very well and very efficiently? 'Cause I imagine harpies would be all over one of those made for telekinesis. And if they do exist then it's a shame we didn't think to look for one in the Lost and Found.

go back to your room to refill the canteen with some water and drop off the clay doll and all it's holding (because if we get to an area where we have to fly for whatever reason that thing will slow us down big time, plus I kinda wanted it more as a personnel helper around the room more then anything), and the nope. We can study the nope later but now we need to get those books first so we don't get thrown out of our room or whatever.

First lets check the compass, recording current positions if necessary. We want to get some triangulation done as soon as possible.
Then head back to the room to deposit some stuff.

Agreed with most of the above. Drop off stuff. See if you can set the compass to point to the room (preferably using a useless needle, like one pointing to a place that no longer exists - though my packrat instincts cry out against deleting even one of those). I might favor flying much of the way, but at least stick to places you COULD fly from, if needed. You could also just fly, sticking close to a surface. Also, research is likely warranted.

Also, does her tongue have freckles or something? I find that...oddly attractive.

>>553803
Also, good idea about the empty bottle.

LimeBreaker 2014/01/06(Mon)01:57 No. 555457 ID: 2a1897
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You didn't actually bring the empty potion bottle with you. You figured it wouldn't be important.

With little fanfare, you turn around and meander back to your room.

It looks exactly like you left it.

You fiddle with the compass a bit and set one of the horizon needles to point to your room instead. As it turns out, the other horizon needle is unchangeable, so you guess it points north.

You hide the nope under your bed-couch-thing and command the doll to stay here.


You'd like to be back here before nightfall, so you're thinking it'd be best to leave as soon as possible and save filling out forms or finding books and studying for later.

Are you ready to head out on adventure, or is there anything else here that cannot wait until later?

>>555457
>figured it wouldn't be important.

This is one reason I basically never throw anything away. On the other hand, that's also tied to why my room looks the way it does.

Regardless, I have yet to think of anything else you need to do before heading out. So, unless anyone else has any input.... Tally-ho!

nah, we dump off things so we can now actually fight if we get into a fight and carry more crap for when we have to move the books we pick up back.

You coouuuld... find out what the nope does wink wink nudge nudge.

Other than that let's go. I'd like to also keep the doll following behind. It's got our money, extra rope, and notebook.

LimeBreaker 2014/01/13(Mon)02:09 No. 557069 ID: 2a1897
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You don't really have time to experiment with things right now, so.

Yeah. You're ready to head out.

You decide it'd be best to stick to the roofs, so you heft your pack, muster your courage, and start walking.

LimeBreaker 2014/01/13(Mon)02:09 No. 557070 ID: 2a1897
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In the lands far below the adventuring harpy, a Kobold and a Dwarf awaken from a hard-earned slumber in the quite halls of the pilgrim's dormitory.

But you are neither the Kobold nor the Dwarf.

You have not earned the right to rest.

LimeBreaker 2014/01/13(Mon)02:10 No. 557071 ID: 2a1897
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You fucked up.

You fucked up bad.

Are you the Mer or the Elf?
Are you male or female?
Is there anything distinctive about your appearance?
Would you die for your beliefs?

You are the elf. You are male. You are the tallest. You would die for your beliefs. That's a problem.

>>557071
male elf, tall;
lean, maybe a bit too thin... not much to eat and hunt lately...

Of course, everyone should have enough resolution to die for their believes!

Male Elf, tall with looooooong horns, counting the horns, you're one of the tallest elves around.
Would you die for your beliefs? Yeah, you would.

Elf

Male Mer.

And no, you wouldn't, if you could help it. Make the other guy die for his beliefs. You'd rather live, thanks.

The resolution to die for your beliefs is what wars are founded on. No man should believe that strongly in any one thing.

Male Mer, missing half one ear.

>>557071
heavily scarred elf male. you would definitely die for your beliefs.

Well...this has a chance of becoming extremely angsty, but I'll just throw this out there.... What if you had thought you would be willing to die for your beliefs, but when it actually came down to it, you lost your nerve? And now you're dealing with the emotional backlash?

Male Mer.

You don't have the resolution to die for your beliefs, but you have the resolution to live for them, which is harder.

>>557168
i agree

elf
male
scars across his body and his face
once but not anymore

The male elf, blood-spitting, brave, tall, gets into trouble

>>557116
Being willing to die for the belief that nobody should be willing to die for their beliefs sounds kind of interesting. Totally realistic level of hypocracy, if that person never has time to stop and think.

LimeBreaker 2014/01/22(Wed)04:30 No. 559009 ID: 2a1897
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After the end of the war, when the world was still whole, you packed your things and left for the Lands to beg forgiveness.

You arrived here two days ago. Those who would absolve you had long since fled.


You don't know what to do.

You want to make up for what you've done, you want to fix this, but.


You don't know how.


You drag yourself into an upright position on the undersized bed. It creaks in protest.

To the best of your knowledge, you were the only mortal to reach the Lands, but you think you may have heard something last night. It was probably just a servant making more noise than usual, but it's possible that someone managed to make it here with the end at their heels.

You think it's about time you got off your ass and did something, even if it is only looking for the cause of a mystery noise.


You're also kind of hungry.

if you cannot save the world, then you can at least help those that can.

you're an elf, right? the noise probably was food.

get your hair in shape, you messy bessy.

>You want to make up for what you've done
I'll ask the obvious question, then. What did you do?

Also, where are you, in the lands? And what, if anything, did you encounter on your way here?

>You're also kind of hungry.
What do you have in the way of supplies? It would be regrettable if your search for what might the only other remaining mortal turned into a literal hunt.

well you can start off the day by seeing if any other mortals made it here, if that turns out to be nothing but false hope we could always wonder around this place and maybe see if we can't find something that can at least hint a way for us to fix things.

Well, then, time to get up and fake energetic-ness until it becomes semi-real! Go look for food, the noise, and a way to make things better!

LimeBreaker 2014/01/23(Thu)00:25 No. 559133 ID: 2a1897
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You don't know what you did. Not exactly, anyways.

It was a spell.

It didn't feel right; it didn't feel like it would work.

But it did, just like they said it would.


For the briefest of moments, the horizon burned with the light of a second sun.

And then it was over.


You killed a lot of people, you think.

LimeBreaker 2014/01/23(Thu)00:27 No. 559135 ID: 2a1897
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You're in the pilgrim's dormitory. Food isn't exactly hard to find here; there's a cafeteria on the floor below you.

So.

Yeah.

You weren't thinking about eating anyone. You're just kinda hungry.

You want breakfast or something.


Your hair is a bit of a mess, but that happens when you sleep on it.

You should probably tie it up or something before you head out.

Select a hairstyle or suggest your own!

Please submit any image suggestions to the discussion thread.

http://tgchan.org/kusaba/questdis/res/71156.html

>>559135
What spells are you practiced with?

I like B.

I like B, too.

advance cafeteriaways.

I like A or B.

So... you didn't invent the spell? You were just the poor sod picked to cast it?

I vote afro

B

Style B, keep it out of the way a bit.
Atomic Mage, fuck yeah! Though this does mean facing a Godzilla-Fuck...

Afro.

Also, guys, I think he caused this thing that's unraveling reality.

>>559203
No that's definitely caused by the gods leaving.

Changing my vote from B to A because it's less likely to get tangled up in things.

>>559135
I like A.

>>559205
I bet the gods were actively preventing someone from setting off some kind of chain-reaction spell which consumes life in its quest to consume life. And this guy was just the guy to cast it first.

I'll vote for the Pompadour

i vote for a single giantass tail-like braid

LimeBreaker 2014/02/03(Mon)02:46 No. 560713 ID: 2a1897
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As you begin to comb out your hair, you are granted a vision of the most gloriously spherical hairstyle. Thoughts of a flawless, radiant follicle-orb dance through your mind.

And yet, despite your best efforts and considerable magical talent, you cannot make your vision a reality.

In the sickening gloom of failure, you lazily tie your hair such that it is mostly loose but stays out of your face.

LimeBreaker 2014/02/03(Mon)02:46 No. 560714 ID: 2a1897
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Hair sorted, you dress yourself, squeeze through the undersized door, and amble down to the cafeteria.

Hunh.

You guess someone did show up last night.

mmm, something smells nice.

It's not the afro on the outside that matters, it's the afro on the inside!

Go greet the ladies, they must have been through a lot to get here.

greet them and ask if they need help with anything.

how long have you been here again? maybe you could ask them if they've seen anyone else in there travels here. Not much else we can do but socialize right now.

Well, you may as well go and talk to them. It's a pretty big snub to avoid someone when they're literally the only other people in the world.

LimeBreaker 2014/02/26(Wed)21:10 No. 564525 ID: 2a1897
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Yeah, even though there's not really any food out, it does smell kinda nice in here. The kitchen must be somewhere nearby.

The lady by the door is a Servant, and you don't think she'd say much even if you tried to converse with her.

The Kobold, on the other hand.

LimeBreaker 2014/02/26(Wed)21:10 No. 564526 ID: 2a1897
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You think you hate everything.

Your hands are shaking, your head is pounding, and you aren't entirely sure you're going to be able to keep down the food you just ate.

And, of course, everything you have ever owned, save for what you could cram into a bag in a few minutes, is now gone forever. Including your house.

You are almost entirely sure this is the worst morning you've ever had.

Things could be worse, you suppose. You guess the dwarf saw fit to haul you up the pass, and, while you weren't exactly a frequent visitor, the dorms are not entirely unfamiliar to you.

In your miserable state, you fail to notice the elf sitting down across from you.

"Hey" he says.

elves are good with magic right? maybe can help you get through your burnout, or whatever doing too much magic does.

>>564526
Ask if he's seen a dwarf around.

...well here's some good news at least, it's not just you and the dwarf lady who got away alive so there's that. Anyways the elf seems to be chatty so maybe we can figure some things out from him. Ask him if he knows if anyone else is here besides the servants.

>Your hands are shaking, your head is pounding, and you aren't entirely sure you're going to be able to keep down the food you just ate.
Why? Aftereffects of pushing yourself too hard with your casting? Did you catch a cold collapsed in the snow? It it just nerves and stress from fighting monsters and living through the end of the world?

>You guess the dwarf
I take that to mean you haven't seen him since you awoke.

>"Hey" he says.
Give a strained greeting in response, and then apologize for not being in the best shape this morning.

Whatcha reading? Is that a book you took from your house or one you picked up around here?

ask the elf if he knows more about what's going on.

LimeBreaker 2014/03/26(Wed)01:13 No. 567703 ID: 2a1897
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"Hey" you respond.

The sight that awaits when you look up almost makes you pause, but you’re too distracted by your throbbing head to be phased by the mess that is this elf’s face.

"Elves are good with magic, right?” You ask. “I threw a bunch of bolts at a giant monster, passed out, and woke up feeling like shit. Can you do anything about that?"

"Uh." he replies, his smile fading slightly. "Yeah, that's definitely burnout, and that's not really a thing that you can just. You know. Yeah. You're kind of stuck with it. Shouldn't last longer than a day or two, though."

Wonderful.

"You seen a dwarf around, then?" You ask. "Tall, white, and fluffy, with this weird pink hair-bow? Covered in bloodstains, maybe?"

"Nnnnnnnoo. Bloodstains?"

"Have you seen anybody around?" You ask.

"Nope."

"Do you know anything about why everything was falling apart?" You ask.

"I." He pauses. "No, not really."

"Do you know anything useful?" You ask.

"Uhm."

Yep.

You hate everything.


You slump forward on the table in a mix of defeat and nausea. An uneasy silence sets in.

You don’t think you’re even good to stumble back to your room, and this dude is just sitting there quietly.

>>567703
Well, explain how you got here, I guess. Ask about him, why is he here? How'd he escape the apocalypse?

ask why he's here then and maybe say why you're here, might get your mind off your headache.

Ask him if there is any alcohol in the kitchen or cafeteria and if there is could he kindly fetch it for you, it should ease your headache.

Sigh, and apologize, weakly. Sorry, not really having the best day, here. I shouldn't be taking it out on you.

May as well introduce yourself and ask his name to fill the silence.

Wave vaguely towards his messed up eye and ask if he was in the War.

Maybe muffling your senses will help a little bit with the nausea and headache. Try laying down on the bench, covering your ears and closing your eyes.

>>567708
Because adding booze on top of nausea and the resulting hangover on top of everything else will go so well.

LimeBreaker 2014/04/04(Fri)03:51 No. 569128 ID: 2a1897
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"Alright, fuck." You grumble under your breath.

"Yesterday, everything was fine and then the end of the fucking world shows up on my doorstep with this dwarf and we went on a jolly fucking adventure and nearly got killed by not one, not two, but three different giant murderbeasts."

"I think I killed one of them, maybe. I dunno."

"Then I passed out and woke up here."

More silence.

"So." You say. "What's your deal? How’d you get here? What’s up with your face?"

"uh." He says. "I walked? Sometimes I jogged, I guess, but yeah. I've really only been here for a couple of days."

If you felt well enough to move, you'd have to resist the urge to punch him. As it is, you stay face down on the table.

"It took me quite a while to get here." He continues. "I left before this whole mess started, I think. Yeah, before I heard anything about it, anyways. I was kinda worried that nobody else would make it here."

"Uhm. My face was." he pauses, rubbing his scarred cheek thoughtfully.

"I think it could have been healed, when it happened." He continues. "But it wasn't. It was supposed to be a reminder, I think."

He laughs.

"Can't remember what for, though."

"Right." You respond. "Whatever. You got a name? I'm Raine."

Suggest a name for the elf.

Raisenharf Dilupula.
Maybe not a typical elf name, but at least you didn't get any successful derogatory nicknames as a child. People stumbling over your name became common enough that you answer to Rai, though.

Told Curkey

Aegidius. or Giles for short.

yeah, I'm naming him after the patron saint of outcasts. sue me.

Grendel

Toussaint

Stalin

You guys can also make normal suggestions. Like, conversation topics or questions or whatever.

>>569218
ok, "so what are you hoping to find here, since you said you came here before the world fell apart not to sure it would be sanctuary"

...so anything happen here in mystical godland the last few days? Or only land left, land.

>>569128
"why are you naked?"

Ask if he knows what you could do to better handle using magic so you don't get burnout like this again. Like, is it just a matter of pacing or can you train to handle more or are you just stuck with how much you can do?

Also ask what's the recovery slope for burnout. Is it gradual over the day, so you'll feel somewhat better by lunch and even better by dinner, or are you going to feel this terrible all day?

LimeBreaker 2014/04/14(Mon)02:23 No. 570601 ID: 2a1897
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"Senharf Toussaint." He says.

"So, wait." You say. "Why did you come here, if you set out before everything went to shit?"

"I." He says. "Well."

Something clanks against the table. You glance up to see a servant placing a plate of food before Senharf. It's... a pile of raw meat. Raw meat that you cannot identify as belonging to any animal you know about. Wonderful.

He grabs what you assume was once a part of something's limb, takes a bite, and thoughtfully chews for a moment.

"Same reason as anyone else, I guess." He finally says. "See the sights. Try to meet the gods. Eat the free food."

He shrugs and takes another bite of the meat.

"Has anything happened in the few days you've been here, then?" you ask.

"No, not really." he says.

Welp.

You're pretty sure you aren't going to get any useful information out of this guy, and you're still not feeling well enough to get up and walk away, so you guess you're just going to lie here for a while.

LimeBreaker 2014/04/14(Mon)02:24 No. 570602 ID: 2a1897
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Walking is boring. The roofs are boring. Adventure is boring.

You've been trudging along for an hour or two, with only the occasional hop up or down to a different roof to interrupt you and only the foreboding new horizon to keep you company.

You sang some silly songs to entertain yourself for a while, but then you ran out of songs.

But you are finally at the edge of the Gardens. The tower isn't particularly far away now.

The Garden paths seem well kept enough that you figure it'd be easy enough to get to the tower using them. Or, you could just fly over the Gardens entirely and try to land at the base of the tower or something.

Well, on the one hand, those trees look like something could come flying up out of them. On the other hand, at least you'd see them coming, which you might not if you were in amongst them. Also, the Librarian mentioned ill ease at the idea of someone "poaching" in the gardens, so it may be they're off-limits in some way or some fashion, or sections of them. There's something you can do in there you're not supposed to, in any case, and you don't know what they are or aren't.

Flying over something doesn't count as trespass, though. Usually. Does it? Anyway, you're not optimally built for closed-in environments. So, just fly over.

Adventure is a lot like war.
Long periods of doing just about fuckall, periodically interrupted by frantically trying not to die ignominously and horribly in some hole for damn near no reason.
But adventure is fun!
>>570610
And I agree. If it were a no-fly zone it should have been labelled as such. Just keep a sharp eye on the canopy for any adventurer-hating ruffians, like angry flowers or something.

always up for flying

All right, let's fly.

What are we gonna do with the little doll golem? Is it gonna follow along the ground?

don't strain yourself, now. you gotta let the leg heal. unless flying is easier on a leg than walking. I don't know, I've never flown before.