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1036060 No. 1036060 ID: 4ef090

Threads and magic, these are the same. But what happens if you pull that thread too far? Silly nudity, obviously.

This quest is NSFW
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No. 1039577 ID: b4ab25

Hit them with the Heavy Push,
Hit the thread with Heavy Cut!
(vibrating/bouncing Chester is adorable)
No. 1039578 ID: d0108b

use a push to knock them off (or hopefully sending them flying), if they zipline on the thread use heavy cut on the thread
No. 1039579 ID: a4f232

Friends don't usually try to take your head off by throwing a gigantic sword at you, which WOW is terrifying written out.
They are on a line, and hopefully their balance ain't superhuman because you gotta use that PUSH bullet at them... assuming you remember which spells are where in your gun, I hope you do otherwise you're rolling a D6 to see which spell your shooting
No. 1039582 ID: 474297

Hey Cut, heavy push on next round if they get close. They clearly don't want to talk.
No. 1039589 ID: 6a7ca9

Why not both? A heavy push and good cut on the line! It'll build some distance!
No. 1039605 ID: c7291c

No time to formulate a big plan. Absolutely use the Heavy Cut on the thread if you can; that should at least make things awkward for them on the jump to you.
Are there small rocks directly next to Chester? If she's able to, she could drop a Light on one to create a strong source of light in an attempt to blind the attacker temporarily. Otherwise just stick close but try not to get hit!
No. 1039610 ID: 496343

That half scissor is ours now! Cut the rope!.
No. 1039623 ID: 422cea

Cut the thread! This sword is now yours.
No. 1039722 ID: 7c0da2

You have a Heavy Cut loaded, and it travels in an arc. With some aiming you can both cut the line and fire toward him to try to prevent him from jumping toward you.
But don't expect him to be defeated that easily, he still has some thread to use to reach where you are with whatever magic he knows.
No. 1040002 ID: 0a95e7

Hop on top of the scissor-blade and ride it like you're at a rodeo!
No. 1040245 ID: 4ef090
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“Chester, cut the rope!” you yell.
She hands you a chopping knife out of the backpack and begins trying to sever the thread with the old scissorblade. It seems to do more damage to your knives than the thread. “Fuck, it’s been enchanted, I don't think we can cut it!”
No. 1040246 ID: 4ef090
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“Cover your ears,” you say as you pull out the revolver and take aim at the thread. They’re halfway across the gap. You let out a slow breath. You pull the trigger.
The gun explodes, kicking up hard as you fire a Heavy Cut round at the thread. It collides with the line with a blinding purple flash, and digs deeper into the rock beneath, cutting a thick chunk out of the ground.
No. 1040247 ID: 4ef090
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The purple assailant drops into the trees far below along with the rest of the thread. A couple seconds of silence. An uncomfortable, muffled crack. Several birds stir from their nests, taking off into the midday sky.

“What the hell was that?” Chester asks, peering over the edge.

“No idea.” You tug at the sword stuck in the stone. It’s wedged in pretty firmly, but with a little bit of work you manage to free it. “Nice of them to leave us a gift tho.” You hand it over to Chester.

She takes it and examines it. “It’s immaculate,” she says in awe, “Purple.. hmm.. that’s a popular color in Froasting I think… but I don’t know if it really means anything about who attacked us.” she winces, “that crack… do you think they’re still alive?”

“Not after a fall like that, no way.” You dust yourself off and lay a hand on Chester’s shoulder. “You gonna be ok?”

“Y-yeah I’ll be fine,” she says, “Just shaken. Let’s keep going.”

As night falls, you make camp among some scrub brush. You’re both still on edge from the encounter, and have decided to take turns keeping watch. Which of you will take the first turn?
No. 1040248 ID: c749d0

Chester, then you. It gets more dangerous later layer in the night, so it's best we offer to keep watch during the later shift and Chester watches first. Plus itll give time for Chester's dress to mend after we used our revolver.
No. 1040249 ID: d344dc

I think as we have a ranged weapon, we should take the first watch. And with it being loud as well, since it's a gun, it can wake Chester up in case of an attack.
No. 1040250 ID: 8483cf

Chester first.
No. 1040251 ID: d344dc

Oh yes, we should also reload our revolver, our ammo is precious.
No. 1040253 ID: 815672

Make sure you check on Chester. Likely her first run in with taking a life. Self defense or not. You can take first watch.
No. 1040254 ID: 7906fc

whichever can wind down enough to sleep first, I imagine... but you should probably take first watch, just in case Mystery Man survived and only like, broke a leg or something
No. 1040260 ID: b01382

ngl birb boi looks like wife material in those clothes.
No. 1040434 ID: 7c0da2

Take first watch, Chester probably don't want to be awake alone right now.
And remember to reload.
No. 1041101 ID: 4ef090
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Chester fares better with the fire this time, making good use of the extra thread from the broken sword.

“How are you holding up?” you ask as you work on cooking, “I don’t suppose you’ve ever been in a situation like that before, huh?”

She nods quietly. She plucks away at her banjo, holding the strings so they don’t make too much noise. "Guess we know why most people don't come back now huh."
No. 1041102 ID: 4ef090
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"I guess so," you say, "I certainly didn't expect mountain assassins. Try not to worry about it too much tho.  That was a pretty solid crack, so I think we’re probably safe from them now."

Chester looks like she's going to be sick at the thought of someone falling that hard, and stops playing her banjo. "Nobody expects to be assassinated," she snaps.
No. 1041103 ID: 4ef090
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You eat in silence and after cleaning up you reload the Heavy Cut round into your pistol. Chester curls up to sleep, and you take the first watch. [1]

You sit and watch the fire, listening for any sort of noise. You don't hear anything. You don't see anything. Just the fire.

Just the fire.

Just the fire.

The flames crackle and consume the wood, and someday, they say to you, someday they'll consume everything. It's just like you remember from the journals. Thread burns, worlds crumble, fire cleanses the remains. That's how it all ends, in fire, unceasing, unrelenting, burning forever.

You're so lost in your thoughts that you don't notice anything around you for several hours, so totally absorbed by the dancing lights as they draw the wretched texts to the front of your mind.
No. 1041104 ID: 4ef090
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You're in a crumpled heap on the ground. Tree sap and pine needles are stuck to you. Your cloak is tangled up around you, torn badly from the descent through the branches. You lay there as searing pain coursing through your body.
No. 1041105 ID: 4ef090
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You need to get up and either finish your job, or return to camp to mend yourself. You shakily push yourself off the ground and clamber to your feet. Your left arm is cracked and splintered very badly. A thick ichorous fluid is escaping it, dripping slowly onto the earth. You lurch and vomit even more of the dark fluid. There's no way you're just popping this one back into place.

Mother would be so disappointed in you.

You're somewhere halfway down the mountain. Once you get out of the trees you think you can find your way back to your camp.

Your cloak is in a bad state. You can maybe cast one or two spells before it's destroyed entirely.

Your legs seem to be fine enough to walk, but you're losing fluid quickly. Should you tend to your arm, or try to find your way back to camp? Or should you try to find the intruders climbing the mountain first?
No. 1041112 ID: 6e862c

If we keep letting ourselves lose fluid we might not make it back to camp, even if we were to try and find our way back first. Fixing that up takes priority.
No. 1041114 ID: b4ab25

Yea it seems that if we have a spell to stop leaking ichor that seems like it would be good and important to use, as it seems we can move, which so long as we don't die on the way to camp it seems we can then properly restore ourselves.
But regardless I don't think we are in any shape to 'finish the job'
No. 1041135 ID: b01382

find the intruders. lets get em!
No. 1041164 ID: 7906fc

Well, you CERTAINLY need to deal with your wounds before doing anything, take a moment to remember what, exactly, is at your camp, and if nothing useful, head towards the intruders
No. 1041172 ID: 15c72a

Plug your wound.
No. 1041175 ID: e51896

Plug wound...
Use underwear since using up the rest of your magic cloak for a wound would be bad. The magic cloak will regenerate and keep you concealed later.
No. 1041179 ID: 8483cf

Deal with your arm.
No. 1041184 ID: 2aa5f0

stop bleeding, then return to camp to resupply.

you're half dead and nearly out of supplies, now is not a good time to hunt, now is a good time to lick your wounds and gather more gear to replace what was lost.
No. 1041185 ID: de253f

Your arm needs to be tended to as soon as possible. Offing the intruders afterwards should be a piece of cake, they clearly have no idea what they're doing if they tried to sever your thread with fucking cutlery.
No. 1041187 ID: 0647c0

This. Patch the big immediate problem, but save the threads. And becoming nude is also a nice bonus.
No. 1041202 ID: 422cea

I don't think they're wearing clothing, their body looks like they're akin to a living doll or a puppet and those are simply differently colored segments.

Use some of your cloak remnants to patch the arm if I'm correct about this.
No. 1041205 ID: 847c2c
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You spit more of the black goop out and examine your wooden arm as best as you can. It's splintered roughly in a way that you can't just snap back into place. Garland will probably have to build a new one. Again.

You tear a strip of fabric off your tattered cloak and wrap it as tightly as you can around the break, and with a curse, you cast Hold. The fabric grips your arm firmly, stopping the fluid in you from leaking out. You let out a gasp as the pain surges, then fades back to a bearable threshold. That's one problem solved.
No. 1041206 ID: 847c2c
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You look upwards into the sky. The stars are starting to light up. You recognize certain constellations, and have a better idea of where you are. You start walking.

Hatred courses through you at the thought of those two idiots climbing your goddess' sacred mountain. Every few years some 'noble knight' or 'eager adventurer' shows up thinking they can just trample all over the mountain. Thanks to you, none of them ever succeed.

"P-pathetic, really," you hiss to nobody, and spit out another mouthful of ichor, "didn't even do a good j-job of hk.. killing me..."

You stumble along, slowly working your way back to a familiar trail. "No, I'm.... I'm pathetic... weak, broken doll... c-can't even protect her mountain from two nobodies..." You stop and cough, more black fluid dripping down your front. You march onwards.

You can see their fire far up above you. You curse again. Even if you still had your sword, your good arm is now your worst arm. Your cloak is in tatters, almost useless. You're sure they would kill you if you tried to attack now. Best thing to do is head back to Garland.
No. 1041207 ID: 847c2c
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Hours pass, but eventually you do find the trail, and it's not much longer before you slump against a tree near your camp.

"Garland, I'm back."

A bright green slime garbed in blue and white looks up from their prayer by the fire and sighs at the sight of you. "Oh no... you played rough again, didn't you, Wreathe."

"Please, spare me the sermon. I lost a lot of pride and blood today."

"Mmhm, I can see that. So it went very badly then?"

"Shit, no it was great actually, I threw myself down the mountain for the hell of it."
No. 1041208 ID: 847c2c
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Garland wrinkles her snout at the cursing, but doesn't reply. She rises and comes to examine you. "Mmm... this one is very bad. And it's your sword arm too." She sighs, "I can't fix it. You're going to have to wait for me to make you a new arm."

"Wh-what, no, I can't let them get to the peak! Garland, please, there has to be something you can do to fix me now. Can't you mend it or splint it, or, or, something?"

Garland looks at you with pity in her eyes. "You know I can't. Your body was literally built to resist the power of thread magic. I could spend a week or so trying to bend the fibers back into place and glueing them together, but the quickest option is to wait for me to build you a new one, and that's going to take a couple of days."

You let out a defeated groan. You know she's right, and you hate it. "Alright. I'll wait. Thank you."

Garland's expression softens. "The best thing you can do right now is relax and pray. They won't reach the peak for several more weeks at their pace. You can afford a few days to recover."

"Pray they die in their sleep," you grumble, "they're walking on hallowed ground, HER ground."
No. 1041209 ID: 847c2c
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"Mother will understand. Be a good doll for her and rest. Pray." She rises and returns to the fire, where she begins rummaging around her bag for tools.

You settle down as comfortably as you can near the fire. There's a little bit of food in your bag, some bread and fruits. You suddenly realize you're incredibly hungry.

A. Pray
B. Eat
No. 1041210 ID: 15c72a


Have you considered talking to intruders? Tell them to leave?
No. 1041211 ID: 6e862c

Had you done a better job they'd already be dead for even attempting to REACH her ground. Pray for forgiveness. You'll do better next time.
No. 1041212 ID: 7c0da2


You won't recuperate if you don't eat.
No. 1041215 ID: 815672

Pray you were given an easier job in life.
No. 1041216 ID: 36784c

B. Eat and recover your strength.

Honestly, that was an extremely stupid thing you did. You put yourself in a position that allowed them to not only cut your thread and drop you down the mountain, but it also allowed them to keep your weapon.
No. 1041218 ID: 2aa5f0

No. 1041225 ID: 8483cf

No. 1041226 ID: b4ab25

I dunno, we seem kinda like a robot-thing. Are praying and eating really mutually exclusive?
Pray and eat at the same time if we can, otherwise Pray. (then eat)
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