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912160 No. 912160 ID: 7816e7

Chapter 7

18+ adult content

First thread: https://tgchan.org/kusaba/quest/res/860238.html
Previous thread: https://tgchan.org/kusaba/quest/res/891196.html
Wiki: https://tgchan.org/wiki/Moot_Point

The air today is thick in Moot Point. Fog creeps through the streets, rising into alleyways as if the harbor itself was making an effort to fill the city. On the far cliff above, Augustine Moot looms; her sword lit with a powerful magelight lantern to warn sailors of the rocks below.
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Miki’s door jingles as the Guides stop by. Little tendrils of mist follow them inside like inquisitive fish, dissipating in the warm bakery. “Hey Miki!” Kol hails.

They saunter up to the counter, taking a look at the surprisingly sparse selection on the shelves. Miki bustles up with a couple of hot loaves on a tray and plops them into a rack. “Hey guys,” She huffs, a frustrated flame curling out of her nostrils. “Sorry, I don’t have much today. My flour shipment never came in! I’m trying to stretch what I have until it gets here.”
No. 912164 ID: 91ee5f

If this fog doesn’t lift, then she’s not going to get that shipment anytime soon. In fact, she’s probably not the only shop that’s suffering from missed shipments due to the fog.
No. 912167 ID: 298905

Oh no! How will we get our hands on some toasty buns now!

... Seriously though would you like us to go investigate what happened or something? We've been making a lot of friends lately and we need a full stock of little sandwiches and cupcakes and things for if anyone comes over.
No. 912173 ID: b1b4f3

Fog must be keeping ships from landing. I think we should go out and see what we can do to help. Though I'm honestly not sure we can. A portal at sea won't be stable enough to send shipments through.
No. 912175 ID: 05ebc7

Yeah, I suspect the fog is causing a bunch of issues with people's plans for the day. Might not be too big of an issue, hopefully, if people have a mind to stay in because of it.

I doubt there's really much we can do here; I mean, it's weather. Can't really affect that too much, I think.
No. 912191 ID: 094652

Okay, has she tried experimenting with alternative carbohydrate substitutes?

Cricket Flour might be too much of a stretch, but how about a sack of potatoes? They have many uses. One time I saw them sail a ship - erm don't ask

Just... don't substitute milk with... you know what I mean.
No. 912198 ID: 91ee5f

>I doubt there's really much we can do here; I mean, it's weather. Can't really affect that too much, I think.
I mean, we do know of someone that can help with that: >>/questarch/888604 , Flashing feathers Joyous blue of the perfect sky, who I hope has a shorter name now and has learned modern English so there’s no language barrier. Although, we don’t know where he went after we freed him, unless he’s staying with Mr. Ochre or Mr. Ochre knows where he went.

But even if we did find him, I’m not sure if he’d want to help, since the last time he helped people, he got trapped in a pot for a few thousand years.
No. 912211 ID: eeb7d9

This isn't good. This will not only hurt Miki, but all of those who receive goods from the port. We need to find out what is going on and fast. There must be someone that could help us.
No. 912213 ID: e1d580

The weather in a port is.... foggy

This must be the work of... AN ENEMY STAND!!!

Quick time to run around trying to accomplish a mundane task and fail in increasingly comedic fashions
No. 912253 ID: a62780

That sucks, the fog can't be doing any favours for travel in general.

Still! fine company, a warm building and the smell of freshly baked goods will help keep your spirits up until it dissipates.
No. 912281 ID: d887c0

For all that the team's managed to handle, they still can't change the weather. I mean, we could be paranoid and say it's something supernatural in nature like a weather spirit or something, but it's much more likely that this is nothing more than some mundane inclement weather. All the same, if Miki needs any help around the bakery, then I see no reason to deny her call for help.
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“Weird, do you think this fog has anything to do with it?” Gabe asks.

She nods, “Probably, even trying to scry in this weather is hard. I can’t imagine theres many boats willing to sail into this soup.” She adjusts the bun on the back of her head, “I do hope everything’s alright...”

“Do you think Mr. Ochre and Flashing Feathers might be able to help?” Casey wonders. “A coatl should be able to lift the fog.”

Miki sighs, “They went traveling together while workmen finish up the aerie. I wouldn’t know where to contact them.” She shrugs, “Just my luck, right?”

Kol scratches his chin, “Well is there any way we can help?”
No. 912330 ID: 7816e7
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“You know, there just might be.” Says a voice. The guides swivel, finding a figure draped in a long traveling cloak and a shaded by broad brimmed hat.
No. 912331 ID: e0ca8d

Check carefully for the jungle jangle of spurs, and say pardner a lot. Squint and ask who this varmint who they are.
No. 912335 ID: 91ee5f

“.....would you care to elaborate on that?”
No. 912352 ID: 83bf07

Usually western types get blown in with dust, not fog. What brings ya?
No. 912358 ID: 438a42

Ask if he knows what evil lurks in the hearts of men.
No. 912376 ID: 094652

How many gallons of hat are you selling?
No. 912391 ID: d887c0

Hey there, stranger. What brings you here?
No. 912392 ID: eeb7d9

You know what is going on? We would much really appreciate any help.
No. 912403 ID: e6a046

Compliment them on a perfect dramatic entry.
No. 912429 ID: 7816e7
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"And who are you, stranger?” Kol asks, prompting a chuckle from the visitor.

“I know I haven't visited much, but to call me stranger?" The hat is swept aside with a flourish, revealing the face of Sifr Bardo, Spirit Guardian. “Is that any way to speak to your own blood? Good to see you, lad.”

“Uncle! What’re you doing here?”

“Hunting a beast, my boy. I need your help.” His bushy brow furrows as he leans in conspiratorially. “Trouble is afoot.”
No. 912430 ID: e1d580

So we need a sock and a shoe?
No. 912431 ID: deec6e

Express willingness (and exuberance) to go along with your cool uncle.
No. 912432 ID: 91ee5f

Express enthusiasm at the chance to do something with your cool uncle! Then express nervousness at the thought of embarrassing yourself in front of your cool uncle!
No. 912435 ID: d887c0

Just a guess: it's related to the fog somehow? Or it's using the fog to its advantage?
No. 912439 ID: 094652

>Hunting a beast
"Do we get to @#$% it?"
No. 912478 ID: e0ca8d

"hey, we're all here and ready to help."
No. 912541 ID: 10c408

"it's the fog, isn't it? Something's increasing the fog to blanket the entire town."
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“A beast?!” Squeaks Miki, “Did something eat my flour shipment?”

“No, thats quite unlikely. However, I do believe it is responsible for the miasma permeating the city. I would like to enlist your aid in dealing with the situation.” Sifr bows his head arthritically.

The three Guides exchange a glance and Kol speaks up, “Sure! What are we dealing with?”

"It’s rather delicate to explain, but our best bet is to start somewhere we can see the city."
No. 912708 ID: afdebc

Time to portal to that big mountain with the statue, then.
No. 912710 ID: eeb7d9

A portal could be useful.
No. 912711 ID: 10c408

portal to the very top of Augustine Moot's head, nothing can possibly go wrong with a view like that.
No. 912715 ID: d887c0

Let's head up to the statue. You can see for miles up there.
No. 912867 ID: 438a42

Kol: Recall how basically all of your past encounters with beasties have ended (y'know, with one of your entourage boinking said beastie).

Now realize this means you're going to have to pork a monster in front of your Uncle. Or possible with your Uncle.

You're welcome!
No. 912868 ID: 985f67

I guess we're about to learn if the lewd apple doesn't fall far from the tree. Or however that goes.
No. 913047 ID: 7816e7
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Gabe shrugs, “I have a beacon placed up on the point, I could Gate us there. Take care Miki! We’ll be back after we bag a beast!”

“Madam, a pleasure to see you again...” the elder Bardo doffs his hat and leads them into the misty gloom.
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Miki shivers, erupting into a squeal, “So cool! There was a Spirit Guardian in my shop!”

Somewhere in the back, Raithe calls out, “Wait, what? There was?”
No. 913049 ID: 7816e7
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A crack of light and thunder later and the figures step out onto dewy grass. The hem of Augustine’s stone dress extends vertically above them, cutting the ocean breeze into little eddies. Gabe huddles against the wind, raising his voice a bit, “So what are we looking for?”
No. 913051 ID: 91ee5f

>Gabe huddles against the wind, raising his voice a bit, “So what are we looking for?”
I think it’s obviously that giant thing over there at the top of the picture! O_O
No. 913052 ID: b1b4f3

Jesus christ what the hell is that
No. 913054 ID: 055cbc

2 o clock high there, boyo
No. 913055 ID: d56460

I hesitate to say this


that may not be possible to fuck
No. 913056 ID: e1d580

Smh don’t all of u know to pay attention to the thing inside the red circle? Idk why we want a featureless white void but it sure is our target now
No. 913057 ID: afdebc

I'm guessing its the giant wolf on stilt legs. just a hunch.
No. 913059 ID: 06fdc0

woah now, don't underestimate the powers of horniness
No. 913063 ID: d887c0

I spy a BIG BOY off in the distance.
No. 913065 ID: df5c09

Turn your head to the right and look to the horizon and you'll get part of the answer you seek, Gabe.

What in the name of the Fates is that creature? It looks like a gigantic... fox? Coyote? No, no, not lanky enough... A-ha! It's shaped like a maned wolf! ...But what is it, actually? Uncle Sifr, a explanation, please?

And poor Gabe could do with a warmer outfit in his wardrobe. The dear'll catch a cold wearing that shorts-n-mini-cloak getup in this weather! ...Maybe Kol and Casey could hug Gabe to keep him warm.
No. 913075 ID: 62fa98

Sounds like quitter talk
No. 913080 ID: e0ca8d

LARGE. How in the world would we stop that?
No. 913091 ID: 298905

Hey, Sköll! Still tryin' to eat the sun, buddy? Did you actually do it this time or are you just covering it up for a while? Getting annoyed with the chase, maybe? Don't want to look at it? That's cool, but could you not do it here? Maybe go back to Járnviðr for a while? That'd be great! You'd probably be more comfortable!
No. 913132 ID: a62780

I uh, notice that while the nephew looks to some huge creature, the uncle looks offscreen.
for some reason the latter worries me more.

that said; unless that's a known giant statue or spirit thing that everyone knows about already then yeah we should totally be concerned why such a thing is on the horizon.
No. 913134 ID: 094652

I say we use portals in its eyes and make it think it's not walking straight into the ocean.
No. 913149 ID: bad12e


> Leggy Pupper

But does it smell like weed haze
No. 913189 ID: 7816e7
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A growing anxiety gnaws at them from somewhere within the endless grey. Kol's finger points uncertainly, "Wh-" He starts, not believing his eyes, "What the fuck is that?"

They follow his gaze and once they see it, they curse quietly. Something on the horizon is moving, each slow, loping step bringing it closer to the city. Its shaggy back cresting as high as Moot Point itself, hunched as though there were not room enough for it under the sky. Giant eyes flash in the mist, piercing the gloom and striking dread into their hearts
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Casey’s voice answers him with a gasp: “Bargast...”

“Correct.” Sifr nods sagely.

“The-they’re harbingers of doom... Oh Minerva...” Casey stammers, her knees feeling weak.

Sifr huffs, “Nonsense. They’re creatures just like you and me. Once upon a time, vampire lords rode them into battle, turning them into weapons of terror. But otherwise very little is known about them.”
No. 913191 ID: 86eb65

Well we should go ask it what it is doing in the neighborhood and see if it needs anything.

Would rather get off on the right foot with it before assuming it has some horrible agenda.

Still need to be very careful though.
No. 913192 ID: 10c408

"...We're not hunting that, are we? Or... is it looking for something else in the city that we need to find first? before it starts crushing buildings?"
No. 913193 ID: 91ee5f

“Does that mean there’s a vampire lord on its back right now?!”
No. 913196 ID: eeb7d9

I can't bang that! Or can i?
No. 913199 ID: b1b4f3

>little is known about them
...Okay, let's go talk to it.
No. 913201 ID: d887c0

Okay. So, it's just a FUCKING ENORMOUS animal and not a supernatural doom machine. Good to know.
So, what's to be done? Lure it away from town before it stomps all over it?
No. 913202 ID: b1b4f3

...what does it eat?
No. 913209 ID: 10c408

History called, it would like to remind you about them being used as giant doom machines by vampires.

I mean really. We don't know a lot about them beyond what's established but even if they are peaceful they're also really big and that's a danger to everything smaller than it and this one doesn't appear to be stopping.
No. 913211 ID: b0354c

Let's pool our knowledge on this thing. Can they cross rivers?
No. 913240 ID: e0ca8d

Also, legends aren't necessarily nonsense. It could very well be a horrifying premonition of doom. Or it could be coincidence that a lot of doom happens around them.

Still, how do we get one to leave?
No. 913241 ID: 094652

Step 1 - Attempt to solve conflict diplomatically
Step 2 - Nurse injuries
Step 3 - Portals through the legs
Step 4 - Cauterize wounds
Step 5 - Begin sex sequence with giant dog dick

Simple enough, what's all the terror for?
No. 913252 ID: 10c408

It's a third the size of the city itself. The statue everyone is on? Smaller than it.
No. 913298 ID: 2007b6

Well you're not going to be able to do anything from way over here. If the one thing we actually know for sure is that it's possible to ride the giant doom-dog, let's portal over onto it's back, and we can figure the rest out as we go.
No. 913377 ID: 7816e7
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“How is this possible? I thought they were all gone!”

Sifr’s fingers twist at his mustache, “Evidently not. From what I have heard, there are still a few living in the far north; where the boundaries between worlds are weaker.”

“Well then, what’s it doing here?” Casey stares in disbelief as a monstrous paw sails silently over an entire hill.

“Precisely what I intend to find out.” The Medium nods, “We must find its intents and, if possible, convince it to leave the city in peace before it sparks a panic.”

“And if we can’t?” Kol tears his eyes away from the Bargast long enough to question his uncle.

“Then, I’m afraid, my fellow Guardians and I will be asked to... deal with it.“

Kol and Casey share a glance and they nod, “What do we need to do?”

“Get me on top of it. As close to the head as possible... discreetly.”
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As one they turn to Gabe. Still slackjawed by the immensity, he murmurs “Maaaan, what does it even eat?” Realizing himself, the Sender blinks and refocuses. “We’re going to ride that thing?”

“That’s what I’m hoping, yes. With a minimum number of Gates. I worry they will end up will attracting its attention ”

Gabe squints, his tongue lightly clamped between his teeth as he concentrates. “Impossible to tell how big it is like this... Maybe...”

He sticks his hand out into thin air, summoning a spacial pocket and withdrawing a heavy, leatherbound tome. Cracking the pages open, he flips through pages until he finds a map of the area surrounding Moot Point. Red lines of energy lattice their way across the paper and Gabe whistles, “Wow, its bending the ley lines around it as it walks. That gives me some idea of the distance but I’m still not sure about the height.”
No. 913381 ID: 908948

Can we get a vecor and plant someone in it's path? Maybe on a high ground or landmark?
No. 913386 ID: b1b4f3

You could use trigonometry to calculate its height, knowing the distance and having a visual reading on it. Measure the angle between its feet and its head, then take the tangent of that angle and multiply it by the distance from here to its feet.
...that requires a precise measurement though. It moving shouldn't matter too much since its height is a constant, you just need the distance and angle to be measured at the same time.
No. 913389 ID: df5c09

You could theoretically get it in one Gate if you got a surveyor up here. They'd have the equipment and know-how to find the height, distance and angle of a spot right over the Bargast's head. However, it'd take time to Gate down, find one, hire 'em or convince 'em to come up here, Gate back up, wait for 'em to setup, then wait more for 'em to take their measurements and do the calculations.
So, how long until the Bargast passes the point of Guardian team intervention? Probably not long enough to execute this plan.

Second idea is opening targeting mini-Gates very high over the Bargast, adjusting position 'till one is right over its head. Then drop something glowing or otherwise visible from a far distance through and measure how long it takes to land on the Bargast's head. From that calculate based on gravitational acceleration to find the rough distance from the targeting mini-Gate to the Bargast's head. Subtract how high up you can safely fall from that distance and open a Gate that far down from the targeting mini-Gate.
May not be a viable idea due to opening too many Gates over the Bargast. How good is it at sensing Gates?

Third idea is to think over everyone you know in Moot Point, or that you can summon from farther away, that might be able to help you here. Y'all wouldn't happen to know someone who can magically accurately eyeball angle, distance and height, do ya?

Also, if you're making rough calculations, error on the side of extra height, since the Bargast will definitely notice if a Gate slices its flesh.

And when the Gate is open, could Casey create a aura tentacle long enough for everyone else to slide down it to the Bargast? Then she could hook the end of the aura tentacle over the edge of the Gate and lower herself down.

>It moving shouldn't matter too much since its height is a constant...
Except its walking across terrain that isn't flat, so there will be variation. But if it's slow enough, and the measurements and calculations can be done fast enough, that won't matter.
No. 913401 ID: d887c0

You could try comparing it to the surrounding geography or look up historical accounts on Bargast dimensions.
No. 913402 ID: b1b4f3

Yeah the terrain isn't flat but we know where the terrain is, right? My understanding is that Gabe sends portals at points relative to other points, so he'd just have to place a portal X above the ground where X is the height. Uh, plus some room for error of course.

I wonder if either of our Fey friends could help here? Maybe Nixxy? We could summon her.
No. 913424 ID: 2007b6

If you've got a topographic map, and the range, it should be possible to approximate height by comparing to the known-and-visible dimensions of surrounding hills and valleys. Open up a pinhole gate, peek through it to confirm (like you did for the ship >>/questarch/878705 ) then slide it vertically (like you did at the start of thread one >>/questarch/860241 ) to tweak if necessary, and finally expand the gate to person-size.

Can Casey's binding magic be used as a parachute and/or shock absorber? A relatively long fall might not be too much of a problem if you'll be landing in thick soft fur, then sticking like a cocklebur on impact.
No. 913461 ID: df5c09

>Can Casey's binding magic be used as a parachute and/or shock absorber? A relatively long fall might not be too much of a problem if you'll be landing in thick soft fur, then sticking like a cocklebur on impact.
...Or, could Miki's boyfriend Raith help us here? We've seen him levitate, but if he can glide or fly and would be able to carry at least one person at a time, then open a Gate way up above the Bargast and have him ferry the group down. We'll need fireproof clothing or counter-fire magic for him to carry people, right? And there's the question of whether the Bargast will immediately pick up on a Salamander flyin' around near it. And multiple trips raises the detection chance too.

...Wait, is the whole group even going? We just assumed that, but Sifr only said "Get me on top of it. As close to the head as possible... discreetly." That sounds like he's going alone, which makes sense with the "discreetly" part. It's also in line with Casey, Kol and Gabe not being quite up to the level of traipsing across a Bargast's back. Who knows what kind of giant parasites live in the fur and on the skin of a giant creature like that.
No. 913607 ID: 7816e7
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“Hang on,“ He sighs and stands up, brushing the dew from his shorts. He makes a few passes with his hands and opens a gate before disappearing through. A moment later he returns wearing a scarf and carrying a dark, wooden box. He strides over to the base of the monument and sets the box down carefully. Twin latches thunk open and the case opens on quiet hinges. Inside is an instrument of stunning precision and complexity, milled from gleaming brass and cushioned in a bed of velvet. “Haven’t used this thing since the Academy: my Grandparents had it made for me.” The Sender's fingers trace over the polished metal with an uncharacteristic reverence, gently lifting it out of its cradle and giving each lens a polish. "It helped with training and assignments, but kind of hard to use in the field: too scared I'm going to break it." He props the theodolite up onto a monopod, which locks into an upright position as a built in stability charm takes effect.
No. 913608 ID: 7816e7
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Gabe eyes the creature in the distance. According to the leyline map, the bargast is roughly 2.2km away. From experience, he knows that the base of the monument sits at 256m above the harbor, and the statue itself is 130m tall. The hill nearest the bargast is roughly 30m tall according to the map. A quick check through the scope gives the target area roughly 5 degrees of inclination over his position. Fortunately, the titan is moving slow enough that he has time to take measurements from one or two other positions.
No. 913609 ID: b1b4f3

Tangent is opposite over adjacent.
2200*tan(5 degrees)=200 (one significant digit due to low-precision degree measurement, base answer is 192.4750598)
200+256=456m for a single measurement.
Note, this is the measurement at the 2.2km mark. I'm not sure where that 2.2km ends in this diagram. Also, of note is that the diagram is squished horizontally, do not trust the diagram(NEVER trust a diagram when it comes to proportions).

Gabe could do another round of math at the top of the statue and at the base of the cliff. The base of the cliff should be a better position in general since the angle measurement will be bigger and thus more accurate. Two digits would be a great improvement.
No. 913610 ID: b1b4f3

Oh, hang on, where does the height measurement start at, and where are its feet? The height I just measured uses the base of the cliff as a 0 point. It may not be standing at a spot perfectly horizontal to the base of the cliff. If its feet are roughtly at the height of that hill, and we want its feet to be the 0 point, subtract 30m from the height. So, 426.
No. 913611 ID: 65c9b9

puppo is 448.47 meters~ tall. using TRIANGLE MATH we can Tan(5)=X/2.2(1000) to find the answer. (1000) is to change KM to Meters.
No. 913612 ID: b1b4f3

Oh, in the likely scenario that all measurements round to 200m+256m due to significant digits, it might be safe to average out the three unrounded measurements?
No. 913615 ID: 65c9b9

2208.40 meters is the hypotenuse. which is important if your making a gate from here. though you may want to shove 50 to 100 meters off the distence so you land closer to the head meaning you would wind up with 2133.70 meters to get an easier time getting to talk to it.
No. 913632 ID: 2007b6

>Gabe could do another round of math at the top of the statue and at the base of the cliff. The base of the cliff should be a better position in general since the angle measurement will be bigger and thus more accurate.
If there's limited time for measurements, and bigger angles are better, how about reducing the range uncertainty while we're at it by portaling over to the peak of some hill near the beast? Known horizontal distance on the map lets us triangulate, hopefully narrowing the margin of error for range to less than a hundred meters.
No. 913644 ID: 8269f3

ain't that like pemdas or some shit
No. 913654 ID: b1b4f3

Yeah, going closer would give a very precise measurement. Unfortunately I think that's what we're trying to avoid here? If we pop a portal near the beast it will notice. Maybe there's a middle ground where we can get a lot closer but not so close that it will notice? Also I'm not sure triangulation will help very much since we're measuring a vertical line. Triangulation is what you use when you're looking for a point on a plane.
No. 913656 ID: b1b4f3

Okay instead of using significant figures here let's assume the error is +/- 0.5 degrees.
2200*tan(5.5 degrees)=211.8
2200*tan(4.5 degrees)=173.1
So the range of height we have here is 429.1m to 467.8m. 448m is right in the middle as expected.

Thinking about it a bit further, being at the base of the cliff is slightly WORSE for the measurement like this, because that 1 degree range covers a larger distance when you're looking up or down at an object. The most extreme example is looking at an object at an almost vertical angle. 89+1=90 which is infinite height. A smaller percentage change in the angle does not equal a smaller percentage change in the arc.

So it'd actually be better to take a measurement from the top of the statue! But only slightly, as the effect won't be pronounced at this distance. Getting closer will give us a bigger angle but the distance to the object will be shorter, resulting in overall better precision.
...wait, do we even have to do the measurement from the ground? Can't Gabe just look through a portal with his instrument to get a measurement off it? So long as he knows exactly where the portal is, it should be fine.
OH HEY if he can do that, then let's take a measurement from 450m up! If we get an angle of 0 then we know that's the correct height.
No. 913680 ID: 769498

If gabe says any nerd junk kol better call him one and give him a playful noogie.
No. 913876 ID: 7816e7
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"Be right back!" Gabe announces over the rush of the wind. He opens a gate and steps through; a moment later the onlookers see a pinpoint of light appear on the shoreline, followed by a distant thunderclap from the top of the monument.

Gabe reappears and hands off the theodolite to Kol while he scribbles on a notepad. "Done. Our friend in the distance is roughly 450 meters tall." He beams, looking rather pleased with himself.

"Melek fucking Taus…" mutters Kol.

"Well done lad!" Gabe earns himself a clap on the back from Sifr, "Can you get us there?"

The Sender's smile fades a bit as he realizes what's being asked of him, "Woof…" he looks queasy.

"Woof, indeed."

He nods and takes back his surveying instrument and stows it back in its box. "Okay, Case: be ready to grab anybody in case we… well…. Just be ready, okay?"

She gives him a thumbs up, "You got this, Gabe!"
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The Sender nods and steps back, “Okay, get ready...”

Gabe tears open a gate and the four of them rush into the blazing disc one after another.

They emerge with a short drop: finding themselves standing in what seems to be a forest. Thick, black trunked trees stretch into a canopy of fog, while a pale mist curls around their ankles.

“Is this...?” Kol whispers. As if to answer him, the ground beneath them shifts and the forest sways
No. 913879 ID: b1b4f3

Ah, good. That was a very precise measurement of angle after all.
Also wow this thing is big. I suppose we're going towards the head of the beast, to speak into its ear?

I already see one frightening risk: making it itchy. Don't irritate its skin, you don't want it to stop for a scratch.
Also watch out for giant parasites.
No. 913884 ID: e7848c

How close to the head did we land?
No. 913897 ID: 91ee5f

How close did you get to the head? And do you know which direction the head is so you can go over there?
No. 913898 ID: 094652

>Melek @#$%ing Taus
I would pay to see that!

Also, DO make it itchy. I have yet to see the non-sentient animal that continues walking while scratching itself. Target any boils or infected hair follicles for extra effect.
No. 913904 ID: 65c9b9

Gabe make a portal above the furline and get your bearings and if its not too troublesome get a gate closer to the head if you can
No. 913949 ID: d887c0

1) Make a beeline for the head. No time to waste.
2) If the bargast is essentially a giant animal, then keep your eyes peeled for giant parasites like fleas.
No. 914036 ID: 7816e7
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Casey looks down at the ribbons of mist curling around her legs, then in the endless stretch of trunks surrounding them. “So which way do we go?”

“Our best bet is to find the head...er... which way is that, lad?” Sifr turns to the Sender.

“Um... it was coming towards us soooo: that way.” Gabe points behind them and sets out into the fog. The others follow and as they do, they feel a gentle shift of inertia confirming the direction as the bargast plods forward.

The surface leads to a gentle incline, and they find themselves at the top of a rise. Gabe leans against one of the black pillars and stops them. “Hang on a sec...” He reaches into his inter-spacial pocket and pulls out a pair of thick socks. He sits down to pull them on and nearly disappears from sight. Gabe stands up, legs safely ensconced in wool and realizes the others are staring, “What? This thing is freezing! You might not have noticed but I couldn’t feel my toes.”
No. 914040 ID: d887c0

You're too cute, Gabe.
No. 914042 ID: b1b4f3

The beast is cold? Shouldn't it be warm, being a living animal? Maybe it's already dead, and is being piloted by a vampire, just like the old days. Is there any way we can check if it's still alive? Listen for a heartbeat perhaps?
No. 914043 ID: 91ee5f

If you wore more clothes, then you wouldn’t have that problem in the first place.
No. 914044 ID: 094652

>This thing is freezing
Does that mean an obligatory walk-and-@#$% scene?
No. 914047 ID: 10c408

thick socks and other winter gear for everyone else. No exceptions. We don't want to get frostbitten or worse while travelling on it's back.
No. 914065 ID: 2007b6

Normal living animals aren't so big. If you somehow stacked fifteen blue whales vertically, nose-to-tail, they wouldn't reach up to this bargast's shoulder. Square-cube law says there's no way it's made out of ordinary meat and bone. Even trees don't grow more than about a hundred meters high, and that's without the mechanical stresses involved in walking around! This thing's obviously heavy-duty magic, through and through, so it makes as much sense as anything for it to be magically cold to the touch. In fact, that actually helps to explain the fog.
No. 914089 ID: 83bf07

Nice stripes, lad.
No. 914094 ID: deec6e


Or maybe it is a vampire itself and is draining heat/life by way of touch! Maybe all of this cold mist stuff is an extension of that - just its way of slowly sapping a little bit of vitality out of everywhere it goes!

Or maybe bein' cold is the way Bargast are, the interaction between its cold body and the local clime is what's causing the mist and the real reason it's coming this way is because it ~finally~ spotted something that was recognizably humanoid - the statue and its light!

Get ye head-wards so we can find out.
No. 914098 ID: bad12e


Pocket socks are going to be the next big thing.
No. 914109 ID: a62780

Good call Gabe, no point getting frostbitten, or more likely falling over at an inconvenient time due to numb feet.

So vampires used to 'ride' this?
Did they have like a platform to stand on or were they actually big enough to not be totally obscured by its fur like this?
No. 914233 ID: df5c09

Well, then, how 'bout Kol carries Gabe piggyback as well so Gabe's poor footsies can warm up a bit more on the way. Now, anyone else here having literal cold feet issues?

Ask Sifr what the game plan is for when the gang reaches the Bargast's head. How's Sifr gonna be communicating with it and what're the dangers we may face if things go sideways?

And better hope this Bargast doesn't have fleas or other parasites 'cause they'd have to be equally gigantic. You don't want to have to fight those as well.
No. 914335 ID: 7816e7
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Casey reaches below the mist, running her fingers over the surface. "Fates, That's cold! It explains the mist, at least. But no living creature should be this cold."

"It feels different from Adrian," Kol squints, unsure of how to describe it, "That felt like it was sucking the life out of me, this is like ice."

Sifr nods, "This is old magic, something only a powerful vampire could have cast. There's something up here as well: I can feel it."

"A vampire?" asks Casey

"Nothing that strong, but stay alert just in case."
No. 914338 ID: 86eb65

If its not a vampire it might be another type of undead that has borrowed this friendly doggo to make a trip.

If there is someone riding then its visiting town for a reason. Lets go politely ask what they need.
No. 914347 ID: b1b4f3

So, a vampire turned this Bargast icy, but that isn't what's riding it? Could they be someone who found this poor creature and wanted to get it help so they steered it towards Moot Point?
Some kind of ice nymph? Or... this guy is big enough to be considered a mountain. Maybe there's a Yeti here? Or some kind of snow spirit... Yuki-onna?
Other mythological figures associated with the cold, and winter time: Jack Frost, Old Man Winter, and St. Nick/Krampus.

Anyway, we just have to keep heading forwards and keep an eye out. Optimally we'd track down the mysterious presence before talking to the Bargast, but if it proves elusive maybe the Bargast will be talkative enough to explain on its own?
No. 914349 ID: a9af05

Sifr said he wanted to get to this things head so he could talk to it, right? Wouldn't that imply that this creature is intelligent?

It's possible that it may be able to understand speech and we can just ask it what it wants or if it's injured and looking for help, we can ask how we can help.

The only problem I see is that it can understand speech, but is unable to communicate with us.
No. 914371 ID: e7848c

Watch for movement, folks!
No. 914437 ID: 7f0aac

>There's something up here as well: I can feel it.

Look for tiny green sprites rolling spheroids of dandruff.
No. 914438 ID: 91ee5f

Try not to get frostbite!

Does everyone know the signs of hypothermia? If so, make sure you guys let each other know if you start to experience any of those symptoms!
No. 914471 ID: df5c09

Any of you lot got magic that could blow away the mist so you can get a clear view of where you're walking or to possibly reveal someone or -thing hiding in it? Casey, could you shape your binding magic into, like, a fan-like paddle and wave it around?
No. 914474 ID: 7816e7
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“Alright, we better keep moving.” Casey stands up, reorienting herself towards the creature’s head, “Keep an eye out for movement.”

They pad along through the icy forest, tracing fingers over the black trunks as they pass. Gab swivels around, keeping pace while facing backwards, “Hey, you don’t think this thing has fleas do you?”

Sifr chuckles, “Fleas, indeed. No, I have my theories. But I highly doubt we’ll find anything living up here.”
No. 914475 ID: 7816e7
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“Gabe?” Casey watches as his smile slips away, “Are you okay? You’ve gone pale...”
No. 914476 ID: 7816e7
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“Something just moved,” Gabe whispers, “Behind us.” They turn to look and see only fog curling where it was recently displaced.
No. 914479 ID: daffb0

Keep an eye upwards!
No. 914481 ID: d887c0

Form a circle and get ready. Keep your eyes open, and watch the skies. Whatever this thing is, it won't catch you unprepared.
No. 914493 ID: 91ee5f

>But I highly doubt we’ll find anything living up here.
That’s what I’m afraid of. If we don’t find anything living up here, then we’re probably going to find some non living thing up here!

>Something moved!
Look up!
No. 914497 ID: e7848c

Circle up! Get ready!
No. 914500 ID: c3a631

Eyes up and backs to each other!
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Their gazes flicker back and forth through the fog, looking for signs of movement. Sifr’s eyes trace upwards as a shadow passes overhead. “Move!” He shoves Gabe aside and dives for cover.
No. 914640 ID: 7816e7
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Kol and Casey roll suddenly as something large, heavy and very flat comes crashing down between them. The sound of grinding stone reaches their ears as the creature reorients itself and turns to face them.

Sifr mutters, “Well, spite me. I guess it really does have fleas.”
No. 914641 ID: e7848c

Stone fleas? Adapted gargoyles? Either way, everyone get on your feet and be ready to move.
No. 914644 ID: 65c9b9

Gabe be ready to use a gate if the fleas try to make a meal out of you and your friends. keep moving to the head
No. 914648 ID: 094652

I bet if we cracked the giant flea open and planted any eggs we find deep throughout the bargast it would die from maggot infestation.

The only problem would be destroying the whole infested corpse quickly without causing long-term air pollution or a horde of angry giant maggots.
No. 914649 ID: b1b4f3

Casey should bind it. Then anyone can deal with it.
No. 914652 ID: 4c908d

Flea golems? Maybe they're here as sentinels to protect the bargast's back. What do those etches on it's sides mean?
No. 914658 ID: b1b4f3

Oh, actual hostile things we need to beat up means Kol might want to use that bauble.
No. 914659 ID: 91ee5f

I don’t think anyone here has any sort of combat abilities. Except for Sifr, the guy who we were told managed to beat multiple vampires at once.

.....and Gabe if he wants to attempt using his portals to cut it, but he should probably save his power in case everyone needs to make an emergency exit, so maybe he shouldn’t try cutting it with his portals.
No. 914726 ID: 7816e7
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The giant parasite lowers its head, aiming to leap at Gabe. Casey flings out her hand in response, the binding spell around her wrist glowing as it activates.

The flea launches forward, but stops with a sickening crunch as its hind legs are locked in place. The remaining momentum tears through the creature’s carapace and sends splinters of rock in a thousand directions. It heaves itself violently against the spell in mindless protest, kicking up chunks of frozen turf.
No. 914727 ID: 7816e7
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Fascinated, Kol picks up a chunk of stone spalled off of the creature and examines the surface. Although faded and worn, a sigil of the three fates is visible as well as the words “Here lies Eustice Parv-“
No. 914731 ID: b1b4f3

It's made out of gravestones?! That's metal as fuck. Is this a vampire's construct powered by the souls of the dead? Do we have to Send this thing? What would that do if we were wrong?
It keeps targeting our Sender, but maybe that's just because he's in front of it.
No. 914749 ID: 2007b6

Easiest way to mission-kill the tomb flea might be cutting it's legs off on one side with a small portal. What are our rules of engagement on this one, Sifr? Still trying to minimize portal use for stealth reasons? Say, would it be possible to muffle the portal thunderclap with binding magic?
No. 914758 ID: 83bf07

If this thing is made of tombstones, where are the bodies?
No. 914785 ID: df5c09

Call out to Sifr that the flea is made of tombstones and ask if he's heard of a creature such as this and how to disable or destroy it. It doesn't have the souls of the buried locked up it it, does it?

Gabe ought to keep moving and see if the flea keeps turning to focus on him. If so, then he may be targeted as a Sender. Keeping the Bargast's giant hairs between himself and the flea would be a good idea.

Yeah, that sounds like a good way to disable the flea, if a portal won't bring down even more unwanted attention. But if a portal would, then perhaps Casey could do the same by wrapping a bind around the base of all the legs on one side, then "twisting" it like a rope so it constricts and pops the legs out. Alternatively, she can bind the body, loop the bind around one of the giant hairs to anchor the base of each of the legs in turn and winch the bind in to rip the leg out.

Is there anything Sifr or Kol could do against this stone flea? Could they knock whatever magic or souls are powering it out of its body?
No. 914809 ID: bddb0f


Ewww, extra-creepy lollipop!
No. 914890 ID: 7816e7
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"Hey, guys! Its made of-"

"In a second Kol!" Casey clenches her fist. The bound construct seethes in her grip, the unnatural stresses tearing its body apart. "Gabe, go ahead and cut it!"

The Sender backs up in the face of the creature's savagery. "Are you sure? I-its not alive is it?"

Kol waves the chunk of stone, "It's made of gravestones! Go for it!"

"O-oh, okay!" Gabe opens his palm and arcs his brings his arm down like an axe. There's a flare of light and thunder-
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Followed by the sound of rubble collapsing.

Casey's binding spell fades and the tomb flea's legs crumble to the ground. The guides cautiously approach the monster's remains, applying probing toetips to confirm its defeat. "Where did all of these gravestones come from? And what happened to the bodies?"

As one they turn to the Spirit Guardian, who twists his moustache between his fingers as he thinks. "I have a theory about that. Have any of you ever heard of a genius loci?"
No. 914892 ID: a62780

They're like, the spirits of locations or sentient locations themselves right?

They're weird, I remember that much.
No. 914893 ID: daffb0

The spirit of a place. Very common in animistic and shamanistic mythologies, not unknown in others either. I mean we already know a couple of fairies, and some of their kind take up that sort of role now and then.
No. 914896 ID: b1b4f3

So, a graveyard could take on a sort of collective spirit of death? Odd form to use. Maybe it's symbolic. A parasite on top of a giant warhound... war feeds death? Or war feeds grief? Graveyards are places not where people die, but where people grieve. And bodies rot, I guess, but I think a spirit of a location would be more interested in the visible and the emotional. The corpses are out of sight.
No. 914913 ID: d887c0

A genius loci (plural genii loci) is the protective spirit of a place. They are often depicted in religious iconography as a figure holding attributes such as a cornucopia or snake.
Why such a creature would take such a shape and be on a bargast is beyond me.
No. 914968 ID: 83bf07

So a better question is, where did this come from?
No. 915035 ID: df5c09

It's a place that's taken on a spirit and intelligence of its own, right? Don't remember what things can cause that to happen, though.

Is Sifr thinking that a graveyard turned into an genius loci, uprooted itself and, what, wanted to go on vacation so it rode a bargast down south?
No. 915129 ID: 7816e7
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“Its a type of spirit, right? The ‘spirit of a place’.” Casey tosses the chunk of broken marble aside, “Are you saying this bargast isn’t a creature, its a place?”

“Correct again, Ms. Leander. I believe that this is a burial mound: a barrow. From here, a vampire lord going into battle could carry an entire army of dead warriors, ready to be raised for combat. The psychological impact alone of facing such a force would be overwhelming.” His voice is an awed hush. “Still, to animate a mound of this size would require an enormous magical energies, and a spirit of considerable power.”

“But what’s it doing here?” Gabe asks. His mind reeling with the thought of undead hands clawing free of the frozen earth and dragging him down. He shudders and blanches.

Sifr shakes his head uncertainly, “That, my lad, I cannot answer. But, if there is a spirit or some kind of intelligence bound to this place, it must have its reason for travelling so far south."

His ear twitches as sound reaches it; the distant crunch of feet across frozen earth. “We best keep moving. We may have drawn attention to ourselves.”

Feeling the chill of fear at their heels, the four mice scurry into the fog, trying to stay close and following the steady march of the bargast’s progress. Uncertain of the distance traveled, they run blindly away from their pursuers.
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Suddenly, they find themselves in a clearing. They slow, casting their eyes around in every direction and looking for threats. As they do, Kol trips over something and lands heavily.
No. 915131 ID: 7816e7
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He pushes himself up as the fog begins to thin. “Uh... guys…”
No. 915136 ID: e7848c

Hornets' nest. Try to minimize contact with the ground. That means getting up, Kol
No. 915137 ID: b1b4f3

I think Sifr might need to run interception here if a whole bunch of grave-fleas come out. He should be more combat-ready than our rookie group.

This also might be where the spirit is, as... well, the main graveyard would also be the place you'd control the bargast from, right?
No. 915165 ID: 91ee5f

Is this a, “Move slowly and try not to disturb the graves” situation?

Or is it a, “Move as quickly as you can to get out of here” situation?
No. 915167 ID: c18c89

Soo... the genius loci of the fecking killing fields?
No. 915205 ID: d887c0

An entire graveyard's worth of undead.
A ready-made horde.
This bargast isn't a siege weapon.
It's a troop transport.
No. 915224 ID: a62780

No, wait, this isn't the barghast anymore.

At least not the giant wolf version, the 'fur' is gone and the landscape is changed.

Kol I think you are in contact with the genius loci and can see it in it's original form.
Remember it is a graveyard you're dealing with; be quiet, be calm, be respectful of the dead interred within.
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The four adventurers square up, back to back, eyes watching for movement. “Alright, easy now. Everyone stay calm.” Sifr whispers.

Kol shuffles sideways with the group, “What’s the plan?”

“There’s a big stand of trees on the far end. I suspect that's the ‘mane’ of the beast, let’s make for cover there.” They nod in agreement and slowly make their way through the maze of marble.

Gabe shivers as cold and fear drip their way down his spine, “Man, I wish Miki had come with us. I could definitely do with some of her sunshine.”

Without warning, a headstone keels over, nearly landing on his woolen feet. Everyone jumps, freezing up and watching to see if it moves.
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Slowly, they breathe a sigh of relief and chuckle, realizing it’s inanimate. The laughter dies on their lips as the ground rises and a head emerges; blinking eyeless sockets to regard them with patient curiosity.
No. 915393 ID: 83bf07

"Return to your rest, friend."
Someone check that headstone for a name.
No. 915415 ID: b1b4f3

Uh... so this is a ghoul? A lesser spirit occupying a vampire's victim?
It's not attacking, so ask it what's going on here. Why is the Barghast traveling?

What are spirit guides supposed to do with ghouls? Should we offer to Send it, or do we have to banish it? In the latter case this is going to be a problem because there are likely a lot of ghouls here...
No. 915421 ID: 438a42

"Sir, are you aware that your gravesite is infested with giant horse-sized fleas?"
No. 915430 ID: bddb0f

If we go by the theory of these being ancient defenses/on-hand soldiers left by the Vampire that made the place, that might be a (very bored, if it can get bored) sentry of sorts. It might be waiting for a codeword or signal. Maybe you need to do some action. Something a vampire and its minions would have an easy time doing.

It's blind guesswork as to what I'm afraid. We could try everything from "the password is password" to giving the response very slowly, and spend precious seconds edging towards the forest in the hope that it will wait for the response to end before raising a fuss about the intruders.

You could just try staying silent. It poked its head up at the nervous laughter, not the tombstone falling over, so noise might be what triggered it.

Or you could try laughing harder. If it's got half a mind and popped up to see what was so funny, I bet you could keep it distracted if you kept entertaining it.
No. 915432 ID: daa216

Name him Gary and take him along with you for the adventure.
No. 915444 ID: daffb0

... An old man with a big wound?
No. 915484 ID: 2007b6

"Please excuse us, didn't mean to disturb your rest, it's just that this bargast is headed for a populated area. We're spirit guides, you see. Sooner you can direct us to the, uh, captain or whatever, sooner we'll have that all sorted out."
No. 915486 ID: df5c09

Apologetically right the headstone and hope that that sends the dead back to slumber. Otherwise, if this one turns hostile and others start popping up, Gabe's gonna need to be ready to open a emergency exit Gate into the treeline for the group.
No. 915567 ID: bad12e


Apologize for disturbing the poor guy, ask if they could use some help righting their grave, and perhaps what the quickest way through would be.

I mean, it's only right to treat them kindly, seeing as they're stuck in a hole.
No. 915903 ID: 7816e7
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Casey extends a hand and flexes her aura. A ghostly tendril snakes across the frozen graveyard, wraps its self around the fallen stone and heaves it upright. “Um, sorry about that, we didn’t mean to wake you.”

The ghoul clacks its jawbone back and forth for a minute, fitting it back into position. Its beak creaks open and expels a foggy cough before answering, “Quyte alryght young maidyn. I thought it the work of they grayve beasts. Long hath they covyted thyne marker-stoyn, finest among our lord’s collection. I thank thee for returning it. What maye this humble servant to ayde thee in turn?”

“Actually,” Casey squats on the balls of her feet getting closer to eye-socket level, “Our city is in the path of the bargast. We need to stop it or turn it away. “

The ground heaves some more and the ghoul shoulders itself halfway free from its plot. “I thought it had grown warmyr, a most-“ his ashen skin tightens in an undead parody of a smile, “grayve occurrence. I know not what hath drawn it so to thys place, but should it stay, I feare the fyres binding it togethere maye wyther.”
No. 915906 ID: 094652

Is there any known method to lure the barghest in a specific direction? Who was the beast's original master?

... Also what gender
No. 915911 ID: b1b4f3

Maybe that's what it wants. All things must die in time, perhaps the barghest has decided it's time.
Ask how best to reach the barghest's head to speak with it. Does he know how to avoid the grave beasts? Or is there another way to communicate with it?
No. 915932 ID: 83bf07

We can't have this carrier dropping it's payload on the city. Do we need to keep this thing alive until it moves on?
No. 915950 ID: 91ee5f

>Maybe that's what it wants. All things must die in time, perhaps the barghest has decided it's time.
I wonder if Gabe is prepared to attempt to Send the Bargast? Or do we need to get a more experienced Sender to help?

And if Gabe can successfully Send the Bargast, he may end up getting another promotion, like he did when he Sent Adrian.
No. 915955 ID: 9b7f98

Would his lord be available for visitors?
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“If that happens, it would be catastrophic! We need to get it out of here. Gabe, could we send it?” Casey asks, already knowing the answer yet looking for a gleam of hope.

“What, all of it?” Gabe scrubs at the fur on his head in exasperation. His eyes keep darting back to the ghoul in nervous little twitches. “I mean... its over a kilometer tall! It would take… the entire Sender Academy working together to make a gate that big!”

“Right- “ Casey nods, “We need to move it then. Is your Lord here? Can we talk to him?”

The ghoul, Norman if the headstone is correct, coughs a boney cackle. “Long synce gonne I’m afrayd, love. Challenged and beatyn by hunters such as yourselves; done the grace of an honorable enyd. The spyrit of the place lives on in the great buryal chambyr. You’ll need descend into the ears to fynd it.”

“Is there any way we can avoid the grave fleas?”

“Blind to all but the light of living fyre, they seek mana and that alone. That and a fine headstoyn.” He squints possessively. “They are not the ones you should feare. There are servants of my Lord that never slumber, honoring his memory even still.”
No. 916166 ID: b1b4f3

...watch out, he could be referring to himself, and it looks like he's grabbing a rock. Ask who he means, for clarity's sake. Other ghouls?
Obviously if he tries to bash someone with that, give him an honorable end by lopping off his head.
...that kills ghouls, right?
No. 916167 ID: b80d6d

So wanna bone
Do the graveyard smash
Experience the little undeath
No. 916168 ID: 094652

Ask him if he knows where you can learn to make your own grave fleas. If you can build your own army in a resource field that should turn the tide.
No. 916172 ID: d887c0

You mean no harm to the beast or to any creatures that dwell upon it, living or otherwise. If you can settle this peacefully, then that would be ideal. Any help he or any others would be willing to contribute would be welcome.
No. 916202 ID: 83bf07

Are any of those said spirits nearby?
Casey, keep the gravestone in the air. Could be useful.
No. 916240 ID: 86eb65

Well we mean your lord no dishonor. We just want to find out what his mount/house wants.

So what do you think we should do?
No. 916249 ID: 06fdc0

is boney, uh, doing anything later?
No. 916252 ID: b1b4f3

Please do not flirt with the corpse.
No. 916254 ID: afdebc

Flirt with bird bones.
No. 916268 ID: 2a75be

Flirt with the corpse.
No. 916680 ID: 7816e7
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“We just want to talk to the spirit, not to disturb your Lord’s rest.” Casey explains, “Is there some way of getting past them?”

The corpse thinks about this for a moment, pulling himself out of the earth and dangling his legs in the grave. “Perhaps... A loyal servant such as myselfe myght speake with them and arraynge passage. I would go, but I feare leaving my stone to be pilfyred by those thyving fleas.”

“Well, what if we brought the stone with us?” Casey extends her binding spell again and heaves the block into the air.

“A-aye, I suppose.” He admits, clutching bony fingers together, “Be careful with that...” He looks back and forth across the misty hillside, “We best be quick then: The scent of magicks will draw attention.”
No. 916690 ID: b1b4f3

Well you heard him get a move on.
No. 916698 ID: e7848c

I hope Norman can keep up! If Casey has to carry him too, she's going to get worn out real quick.
No. 916702 ID: a9af05

No. 916954 ID: 7816e7
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A crash from somewhere in the distance reaches their ears and they break into a run. The mice find precious little traction on the frosty ground. Their forced to slow their retreat lest they slam into the marble memorials. Norman hobbles to keep up, his spindly legs still stiff from unknown ages of disuse.

There’s a squawk from the ghoul as a stone flea lands in front of him, cutting him off from the group.
No. 916956 ID: b1b4f3

Kol, take the gravestone so that Casey and Gabe can kill the flea.

Or maybe that'll take too long and it's time for the elite in the group to flex some muscle?
No. 916960 ID: e7848c

Casey, grab its legs and spread em before it jumps again. Gabe, clip it.
No. 917115 ID: 2007b6

Magic use is drawing aggro, so keep it to a minimum! Kol, you're the brawniest in the group, grab the headstone and see if you can lug it around without spending any mana. Sifr, give Norman a piggyback ride to speed things along.
No. 917116 ID: a9af05

Sounds like a good idea!
No. 917118 ID: df5c09

Gotta cut the magic down, but not before saving Norman. Casey'll put the headstone down for a moment while she magic grabs Norman to yank him out of danger. Then each of the party'll grab a corner of the headstone to carry it, Casey sits Norman on the headstone and y'all skedaddle. His dessicated ass can't weigh that much, right?
No. 917265 ID: 7816e7
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“Casey, can you lock it down?” Kol turns to face the beast, his feet slipping in the frozen loam.

“I gotta put this down first!” The Binder gently lowers the gravestone, “Gimme a second!”

“Don’t droppe it!” Comes a desperate cry from the other side of the flea.

“Gabe? How about you?” Kol asks.

“Running kinda low on mana!” He admits, “Lots of gates this morning! I can do it but I need a clean shot!” As he speaks, the titan swivels, sensing the flow of Casey’s binding spell.

“Allow me to provide you one, then.” Sifr’s cape and hat are cast aside and he rotates his shoulder joint with a creak.

The Guardian’s eyes go blank and his muscles stiffen. For a brief moment, he blurs as something under his skin ripples and snaps back into place. Sifr lunges forward, closing the gap between himself and the grave beast impossibly fast and delivers a strike against the stone flank with two of his knuckles.

The flea is immediately lifted off its feet and hurled into a rather impressive tomb, which explodes in a crash of marble. With a groan like a millstone in pain, the construct flips itself upright, shedding broken slabs and scored with a spiderweb of cracks.

"Tch," Sifr grumbles, rubing his fist, "getting old…"
No. 917267 ID: b1b4f3

Damn Sifr what kind of technique was that?
Kol needs to learn that shit.

Gabe, get ready.
No. 917300 ID: d887c0

Sifr has that Street Fighter shit on lock

Gabe, carve that stone bug a new one.
No. 917308 ID: 83bf07

Now, before it reorients itself!
No. 917329 ID: 864e49


Now while its stunned.
No. 917901 ID: 7816e7
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Sifr shouts a command, “Now! While its stunned!”

Gabe seems to come to his senses and shakes his head, “Oh! Right!” He waves a hand horizontally in the creature’s direction and a gleam of light flashes. The stones grind to a halt before slithering down into a pile of rubble, cleanly bisected top to bottom.

“What was that technique, gramps?” Gabe asks the elder Bardo.

Sifr rubs a knuckle and raises an eyebrow at the comment, “Body puppetry. Lets you take complete control of your body, bypassing the natural self preservation instincts that limit your strength.” He twists his neck with a crackle of cartilage, “Bit rough on the joints though.”
No. 917902 ID: 7816e7
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There’s a crash from somewhere in the fog and he nods “Lets keep moving. Get to the trees!”

They hustle as fast as Norman’s joints allow them, watching as the pines loom overhead and blot out the steel grey sky.

“Hey, Kol. That puppetry thing, can you do that?” Gabe huffs, his breath ragged from running so much.

“Yeah! I did it at the dodgeball match! Its a fundamental power for Mediums.” They thread themselves in a loose line between the hulking tree trunks. The forest here is knotted and twisted with age, its dark spires clustered together like the ribs of a cathedral.
No. 917926 ID: d887c0

These tight quarters are actually pretty advantageous. Those fleas won't be able to pull off any bullshit aerial attacks like they have been.
Keep pressing forward. Be careful not to lose track of each other.
No. 917938 ID: 91ee5f

>“Yeah! I did it at the dodgeball match! Its a fundamental power for Mediums.”
Then why didn’t you do that and help Sifr punch the giant rock bug?!
No. 917957 ID: 83bf07

Wait guys, instead of wasting Casey's mana and drawing the fleas to us, can we stick the headstone in Gabe's pocket dimension?
No. 918123 ID: 7816e7
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“Hang on...” Casey skids to a halt. “They’re going to keep chasing us as long as my binding spell is active. Gabe, do you think you could fit this thing in your spacial pocket?”

“Oh...” He stares off into space as the realization dawns. “Oh, yeaaaahh.” A flash of red light and a clap of thunder later, and the headstone is gone.

The old crow frets, his bony hands wringing, “It- It is safe, then? I will see it returned?”

A skeletal hand touches Gabe’s shoulder and a ripple of discomfort zags through his fur. “Y-yeah dude, it’ll be fine. I can give it back when we’re done.”

“Very welle. I have throwne myself in with your lotte, and I will trust you.” He beckons, “Come, we approach the head!”

The ground slopes downhill at a worrying angle, rolling sickeningly as the Bargast stalks ever closer to the city. The party does their best to clamber down in a controlled tumble, grasping at clusters of branches and resorting to undignified butt-slides to keep from falling head over heels.

As they slide to the bottom, the sound of running water is heard. Casey stops, finding herself at the edge of a thin brook, its surface laced with mist.
No. 918124 ID: 83bf07

Knight. Catch your breath, everyone. They might not act until we approach.
No. 918129 ID: 094652

Your undead guest is a civilian of this town. Let him talk to the knight first.
No. 918132 ID: b1b4f3

Tell Norman it's his time to shine.
No. 918134 ID: 864e49

>the edge of a thin brook
OF WHAT! We're literally on a giant dog where is this "water" coming from?!
No. 918138 ID: b1b4f3

It's not actually a giant dog, it's a section of land that's been animated via a dog-shaped spirit.
No. 918140 ID: 91ee5f

>resorting to undignified butt-slides to keep from falling head over heels.
Everyone check your butts to make sure your clothes didn’t rip when you slid down the hill.

Hey guys, there’s a knight on the other side of the river. What should we do?

I think we should have him stand behind us as he talks to the knight. You know, just in case the knight attacks, we’ll be able to intercept before he reaches Norman.

Yes, but if the land is separated from the ground and is walking around, then where is the water coming from?
No. 918213 ID: 2007b6

Follow Norman's lead, he'd know the protocol.

>if the land is separated from the ground and is walking around, then where is the water coming from?
This thing's hundreds of meters wide, with an irregular surface that's not immune to erosion, it's been unnaturally cold and exposed to the elements for centuries, and is currently moving through humid air near a coastline. Only real new information the presence of a small waterway gives us is that a bargast's main body structure isn't porous enough for all the accumulated rain and dew to flow straight down through it.
No. 918370 ID: 7816e7
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Casey trails her tailtip through the water. “Where’s this coming from? And why isn’t it frozen?” She hisses through her teeth as the shock of cold ripples up her spine.

“It be more than mere water. It is a symbol: alle who crosse must be granted safe passage by our lord, lest the land itself would cast thee out.” Norman croaks, his jaw wobbling loosely as he talks. “Now, beholde: The guardian of the river!”

Through the mist they spy a figure clad in fullplate, an arming sword held before them. It stands as immobile as a statue, frost gleaming from between its greaves.

A voice booms out, echoing against the trees. It sounds deep, ancient, and surprisingly cheerful. Nevertheless, the intent is clear, “Who goes there!

Gabe gives their guide a bit of a nudge, “Care to introduce us?”

The figure shambles forward, his hand held high. “Hail, brave defender. I am Norman Wayne, servant of our lord, the great kinge under the earth, his grace Hekal. I bring with me four travelers from the lande below, wishing to speak with the spirit of this place.”

The metal clad warrior nods, ice crackling on its helmet. “And you speak for them?

“I do,” replies Norman. “They have carried my stone, guarding it against danger.”
No. 918371 ID: 7816e7
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Very well. They carry your favor. Let us have a challenge!” The knight pulls itself free of the frost, taking up its sword and clanking over to a stand of trees.

With a single backhand swipe, the blade cleaves cleanly through the broad trunk of a pine. The massive tree groans and slowly begins its long decent to the forest floor. Crashing against the far side of the stream, the wood splinters and bends awkwardly: forming a crude bridge over the running water.

As the noise settles down, the guides peek out from behind the safety of a tree, finding the warrior balanced on top of the fallen trunk and holding a pair of staves. “Who among you shall offer challenge?
No. 918372 ID: b1b4f3

Kol! Time to practice your puppetry.
No. 918378 ID: e7848c

Agreed. Sifir probably can't take a hit like Kol can. Step up, Kol.
No. 918407 ID: 91ee5f

>”Who among you shall offer challenge?”
Considering this looks like a physical challenge, that automatically rules out Casey and Gabe. That leaves Kol and Sifr.

Normally, I’d say Sifr should go in, since he’s got years of experience. However, due to his earlier complaint about getting old, I think he’d be in danger of hurting himself if he attempted this challenge.

So that leaves only one person capable of doing this. Let’s send in Kol and hope he’s got what it takes!
No. 918441 ID: daffb0

Kol. And since he's facing a knightly challenge, methinks for luck he needs a token bestowed by a fair lady.
No. 918455 ID: a9af05

Send in Kol.
No. 918700 ID: 7816e7
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“I’ll do it.” Kol takes a running leap, tucking his feet as high as they’ll go and landing on the bridge. He stands and faces his opponent. The knight tosses one of the staves in his direction and he snatches it out of the air.

“Kol! Kol! Kol! You got this!” Chants Gabe as he pumps his fist in the air.

The armor clad guardian bows, and Kol nods in reply. He squints, trying to size up his opponent, applying the skills learned following the Path of the Medium. He might as well try to read a brick wall. The soldier seems genuinely enthused to be challenged in combat, but doesn’t display the hunger for victory that a warrior normally exhibits.
No. 918706 ID: 10c408

Kol, your stance is all wrong for this. Your lead foot is in the same direction as your back foot. You are also hunched down and forwards. If he's smart and fast he's going to jab his staff forwards into the empty air behind your exposed back and then just push you right off the log because you've given him a hell of an opening.

Correct your posture and get ready to deflect any strikes.
No. 918707 ID: 3ed3c3

Play defensive. If you can't get a read on him, then be ready for anything.
No. 918710 ID: b1b4f3

He might not want to win. He might just want to have fun. So have some fun with it.
No. 918717 ID: c1212a

He's wearing heavy armor, you're not. If you can mess up his footing he'll be in the drink real quick.
No. 918730 ID: 83bf07

Better be quick about fixing your stance or this soldier will take two steps and topple you. You're broadcasting unsteadiness right now, if he jumps on it, make him regret it. Be ready to dodge.
No. 919013 ID: 7816e7
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Kol steadies himself, taking a defensive stance and waiting for his opponent’s first move.

The knight scoots forward and finds his distance, before lunging forward in a clatter of armor. His staff clacks soundly as Kol parries: once, twice, and again. The attacks are fast exploratory pokes; testing the Medium’s reactions and skill.

Nevertheless, Kol feels an uncanny strength behind them, and decides he needs to force the attacker back. He counterattacks, aiming low, trying to sweep the knees. The guard hops back with a clank, out of range. From within the helm comes a happy sigh, as if savoring the moment.

Kol smiles, “Been a while, eh?”

“It does this soldier’s heart good to feel the pulse of battle. My heart may not beat, but it sings for this moment, friend."
No. 919015 ID: e7848c

Wonder if this is a battle of stamina. See how long you can make this last for him. Play it safe but don't be afraid to push forward.
No. 919017 ID: b1b4f3

Can't win a battle of stamina against a dead guy. He's definitely in this for the thrill of the fight though. Amp up your attacks gradually, make a show of it.
No. 919020 ID: bad12e


Well, best we help him enjoy it, eh?
No. 919021 ID: 10c408

Hmm. On the one hand, he's likely going to win a battle of endurance. On the other hand, he's probably a whole lot lighter than you, Kol. And as such, will probably be somewhat easier to stumble off the log.

And giving how bad his hands are positioned for playing defensively..

keep up being defensive for another moment, then go aggressive and switch it back to being defensive for a few blows then rinse and repeat. You should be able to force him to give you more ground than you'll lose on each exchange and eventually he'll have no more ground to give and just fall off the log.
No. 919038 ID: 3ed3c3

This is a pretty big deal for Kol, too.
Dueling a Death Knight on the back of a bargast to save the town from imminent doom.
This is the sort of thing that legends are written about.
No. 919132 ID: 7816e7
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“This is pretty cool for me too.” Kol nods, slapping a jab away with his staff. “But there's a lot of people counting on me to stop the barghast before it reaches town.”

There’s a slightly metallic sigh from within the helmet. “Yes, well, I suppose it can’t be helped. We best stop playing around then.” The soldier attacks, chaining together a flurry of blows at the Medium.

Still on the defensive, Kol paces backwards. The weapons clack and echo through the forest as the pace builds into a frenzy, neither side able to gain the advantage. A forward lunge passes through Kol’s guard and-

Passes through him.
No. 919133 ID: 7816e7
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Kol’s body ducks, his spirit puppeteering him from above. He thrusts forwards and knocks his opponent off balance with a clang. There’s a splash as the soldier’s helm is lost to the icy river. The figure staggers back, its gaunt face all stitches and broken teeth. “That's the spirit!
No. 919134 ID: 83bf07

"No, that's my spirit!"
Sweep the leg, but be ready to catch them.
No. 919150 ID: 3ed3c3

Sweep the leg. No mercy.
No. 919163 ID: b1b4f3

Move faster, hit harder! Push your body. Maybe you can get some more clothing damage in.
No. 919206 ID: ac10e5

This IS a good time to be aggressive, but try not to lower your guard, either. He's better at this than you, you can't give him a moment of weakness to exploit.
No. 919221 ID: 094652

Wave your spirit butt in his face.
No. 919223 ID: a9af05

I agree
No. 919290 ID: 7816e7
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"No, that’s my spirit!" Kol follows up. He presses the advantage and sweeps low, taking the knight's legs out from under them.
No. 919291 ID: 7816e7
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A series of sorrowful clanks and a splash later and the soldier sits up, water pouring out of their armor. "Ahh, I suppose I left myself open for that." Legs splayed in the stream, they slap their head to dislodge water from an ear. "You stand at attention for two hundred years and its no surprise the joints get a little stiff. Well fought young man." The stitched-together warrior shakes the wet from their hair and nods. "I suppose you've earned an audience with the spirit under the hill."
No. 919297 ID: 91ee5f

Make sure you bow to your opponent as a sign of respect!
No. 919306 ID: 3ed3c3

Be respectful. Thank your opponent for a good fight before proceeding.
No. 919353 ID: 864e49

Help him out of the river.
Then help him out of his clothes.
No. 919358 ID: e7848c

Well thought. Give him the respect he deserves.
No. 919359 ID: caf1de

Casey tell him he's cute
ask if he can cum with us
No. 919392 ID: df5c09

Ask the knight what their name is.

But use the staff to do so. Otherwise clapping hands to freezing cold wet metal gauntlets will get said hands frozen to said gauntlets.

Oh, and also use the staff to fish their helmet out of the water and return it to them.

Ah, but they have their orders to stand and guard the crossing here and a sense of duty strong enough to do so for two centuries. They aren't gonna abandon their post just 'cause we gave 'em a compliment and asked 'em to travel with us.

We could promise them that we'll ask their superior, presumably the spirit under the hill, to permit them to at least move about their guard area freely. That way their joints won't get all stiff again.
No. 919396 ID: a9af05

Bow to your opponent.
No. 919430 ID: 7816e7
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Kol hops down to the bank and offers his defeated opponent a hand up.

“Much appreciated. I am Sir Opinel. Guardian of the barrow.” The knight extends a hand and half-heaves himself out of the mud.

“Kol, I’m a Spirit Guide.” The Medium winces as an icy cold hand claps into his palm. It's not the searing, mana-draining cold of lichfire; merely the chill of a very wet, very dead person in plate mail. He braces himself as he helps lift the waterlogged soldier to shore. “You okay?”

“Nothing needing to be sewn back on, which is a blessing. Well fought, champion Kol. Let us not delay, I sense the barghast draws close to what it seeks.” Opinel takes up the discarded sword, and sheaths it with a clank. He starts off into the forest ahead, half-turning to guide them.
No. 919431 ID: 7816e7
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Norman catches Gabe by his scarf. He clears his throat, “Ahem. As faitheful servant, I approach no further unless I am summoned. I shalle remain here, but…eh, w- would you mind...?” He cocks his head towards the ground, looking to Gabe for help.
No. 919432 ID: 094652

"Sir, your social cues are falling on dead ears. Mine are big, round, and alive."
No. 919435 ID: 91ee5f

I think he wants his gravestone back.
No. 919436 ID: b1b4f3

Yeah he wants the gravestone, I presume he's going to dig himself back into his grave.
No. 919439 ID: 6a6833

Give his gravestone back, carefully, and if he seems like it maybe help him dig himself back into the ground? Actually ask him if it's fine to leave it here, or if there's a particular nearby spot that would be better or safer.
No. 919442 ID: b1b4f3

Digging takes time we don't have.
No. 919445 ID: df5c09

He wants his gravestone back? Sure, if that's it. You just need to find suitably level ground to stand it up on end as it comes out of the portal. And thank him for sticking his neck out and guiding your group. Oh, and he's not gonna have trouble with the grave fleas tryin' to nab his gravestone out here, is he?
No. 919455 ID: 83bf07

Give it back and ask if he has a preference where. Under a tree, maybe?
No. 919468 ID: bad12e


Yeah, let's pop it back out and plunk it down for him. It's a rather lovely spot, after all, and I think he'll have a nice, long, well-deserved rest here.
No. 919568 ID: 7816e7
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“Oh! Sure, no problem.” Gabe makes a few signs with his hands and a section of earth sinks into itself. A shower of dirt appears out of the air next to the freshly dug grave. “Is this okay, out here in the woods?”

“Oh, yes. I have long wanted to finde a place less crowded. This will be quite restful. I feel much safer with Sir Opinel stationed nearby.”

The sender gives one last gesture and and Norman’s headstone drops out of its spacial hiding place.

“Thank you kindly! Best of lucke hunters!” Norman cackles, settling down into his new home.

Gabe shivers and hurries to catch up with the rest of the group.
No. 919569 ID: 7816e7
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As he draws closer, its apparent that the other Guides are getting a history lesson. “And this I earned in battle at the Cresswary bridge, cleanly severed by a footman for Lord Carver.” Opinel points to stitching around his ear. “Full five hundred men they threw upon us. Still, we held the line as our Lord had ordered.”

Casey’s eyes sparkle with interest. Her notebook open and pencil blurring, she works to jot down everything the soldier says in scribbled shorthand. “This is amazing! We have fey accounts of the Warden’s War but very little from the side of the Vampire Lords!”

“Our stories are written upon our bodies; unforgettable and eternal.” The knight smiles and reveals a mouth like a ruined cemetery.
No. 919579 ID: 3ed3c3

Continue pumping Opinel for info as you proceed.
No. 919581 ID: b1b4f3

Holy smokes the mass of historical knowledge here! If we can get the barghast to stop without harming it or its denizens this will be a great boon to historians.
Ask him if that's likely to be possible. Does he have any idea why the barghast is moving?
No. 919584 ID: 094652

Ask him why they were fighting in the first place. And you want three answers:
1) Why HE and the other grunts fought
2) Why the Vampire Lords claimed they should fight
3) What physical assets that his Lord "totally assured him were not important compared to the first two answers" were at stake?

Also you'd like a description of a regular day on the job. And you want details. Every tidbit of how things actually worked back then is scientific research that used to be overlooked or falsified, now in your hands.
No. 919651 ID: df5c09

Just to double-check what Norman said, ask Sir Opinel what the full name of the Vampire Lord who was his master before he or she was defeated was. It was Lord Hekal, right?

And after their Lord's defeat, what became of the command hierarchy here? Who's in charge of whom? Who commands the barghast? Did their Lord's orders die with 'em or do any still stand that they follow? Are they still bound to serve the Lord, if they ever were before, now that the Lord is gone? How free are they to act on their own will? And what has he and the other followers of his Lord been doing since their Lord's defeat?

What does Sir Opinel remember of how he came to be a follower of his Lord, and what can he tell of the day his Lord fell? What were the circumstances that led up to the Lord's defeat?
No. 919658 ID: 91ee5f

Write down everything you can, Casey! Pretty sure once we Send the spirit of the Bargast, the rest of the undead on its back will also disappear and take all of this valuable info with them!
No. 919660 ID: 7816e7
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One thing that we’ve struggled to understand was: what caused the conflict in the first place?” Casey sighs, “Fey courts indicate a number of legal reasons, but they cite personal contracts that were lost at the end of the Wild Age.”

“Ahh, I was just a footman at the time, but I remember it clearly...” He closes his eyes and waves a hand, leaving little spirals of mist in its wake. “It began when a group of bedraggled travelers arrived at the doorstep of lord Hekal. They revealed themselves to be fey, members of the court of Stone of Six. One of them was clad in royal finery, his tongue sealed with a brand of glowing fire.”

Casey gasps, “A devil?” She chews at the end of her pencil with excitement.

“Indeed. I had heard of them, but never before seen one.” Opinel smiles wistfully. “I never had imagined a creature could look so proud, so defiant in defeat.”

“Wh- what’s a devil?” Gabe interjects.

“A fey lawbreaker”. Answers Casey, her voice low and quiet, “They’re marked with a sealing spell which keeps them from speaking a lie and then banished. Other fey are forbidden from helping them: if they’re caught, they can be branded or killed. According to legends, devils can be incredibly dangerous.”

“Why’s that?”

“They aren’t bound by fey codes or laws, existing on the fringes of society. They have no allegiances and even with the sealing spells in place, they’re considered untrustworthy and wild.”

Opinel nods. “That’s what I thought, too. But this man... There was a fire in him. A beautiful righteousness that gleamed like the edge of a blade.” The knight’s voice trails off, his mind lost in an ancient age.
No. 919670 ID: b1b4f3

What did he say?
No. 919672 ID: 094652

>Compelled to tell the truth and then exiled
Honestly, that's a recipe for disaster. The best tricksters learn to tell lies by weaving their version of the truth to make others speak the lies for them. Preferably those in power. And by exiling him without supervision the fey forced him into a sink-or-swim survival campaign that he succeeded with a grudge.

Yeah this did not end well did it.
No. 919684 ID: 3ed3c3

And? Speak, man! Speak!
No. 919685 ID: 91ee5f

Let me guess, your master made a deal with the devil, didn’t he?
No. 919694 ID: 83bf07

What tales did he tell?
No. 919720 ID: a9af05

That seems to be what's going to happen.
No. 919723 ID: df5c09

The way Sir Opinel wistfully trailed off kinda gives the impression that that devil had a hell of a lot of charisma and charm that left a deep impression in Sir Opinel. Was that it?

What was the name of this devil, and what did he do to be banished, bound and branded a devil? Knowing his name will make historical investigation a heck of a lot easier later.
No. 919766 ID: bad12e


Nate ...? Is that you on the left?
No. 919772 ID: a2cac9

unlikely, nate's been dead for over 2 years now
No. 920206 ID: 7816e7
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“What happened then? What was he exiled for?”
The soldier’s mind snaps back to the present. “Oh, right! He introduced himself as Rodwin of Sixstone; duelist of the High Court and brother to High Warden Morgrain. He was the warden’s sword, standing in for his kinsman when settling affairs of honor. He claimed that he had been drawn away from Morgrain’s side under the false message that his wife was deathly ill. He claimed that his younger brother, Hewn had arranged for him to be removed, and used the chance to challenge the Warden’s honor. Forced to duel for himself, the warden was slain and Rodwin was imprisoned for dereliction of duty.”
“Hewn, the new ruler had him branded and condemned to death in order to secure his position. However, a small group of loyalists secreted him out of the castle and over the border, into our lands.”
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Casey’s scribbles intensify and she looks up as she turns to a fresh page. “What did your leader do?”

“Lord Hekal considered this. He had little patience for the rules and traditions of the fey courts. The old warden had been a good neighbor and an ally in conflicts before, and Hekal knew his words to be true. He also knew that protecting the warden-in-exile would be dangerous, but a powerful card against his opponents; even if he was branded as a devil.”
“Hekal decided to give him sanctuary, keeping him close at hand. Over time, Rodwin became a trusted advisor, despite the protests of those around him.”

“He trusted a devil over his own advisors?” Casey stares, blinking away amazement. “Why?"

"It was his nature..." Sir Opinel shrugs. "Lord Hekal was born to defy the expectations of the world. He was lowborn, but defied the nations of the world to build his kingdom. And when he was slain in battle he defied the Fates by returning from death. He saw... a kindred spirit in the exiled fey."

Opinel sighs, “However, whether it was because of fear or jealousy I do not know, but members of the court sent word to the Sixstone halls of Rodwin's presence. The fey immediately called for him to be returned to their lands and executed: a demand that Hekal rebuked.“
No. 920208 ID: 465a14

No. 920216 ID: 8f36f1

Mana check. How's everyone doing?
No. 920219 ID: b1b4f3

Fey court politics sound pretty cutthroat compared to what we know about Fey. Or maybe times have changed. I mean, devils can't lie, so shouldn't the Fey have exiled his brother once they heard this testimony? Did they not give him the chance to speak? Or maybe his wife being deathly ill wasn't an acceptable excuse? Maybe he left out some crucial details. Like maybe he was imprisoned as a formality, then broke out of prison and tried to murder his brother, which was what really got him exiled. To "secure his position" implies an illegitimate reason, but it could be very legitimate.
I guess this is why you don't trust devils. They are forced to speak the truth, but not the whole truth. You can deceive without lying, and it's especially easy if the person you're talking to knows you can't lie.

So anyway I'm guessing the Fey declared war.
No. 920225 ID: 3ed3c3

A bloody and terrible state of affairs all around. Might it be asked what this tale has to do with the current situation? Is Hekal the master of the beast?
No. 920227 ID: 91ee5f

>"Lord Hekal was born to defy the expectations of the world. He was lowborn, but defied the nations of the world to build his kingdom. And when he was slain in battle he defied the Fates by returning from death. He saw... a kindred spirit in the exiled fey.”
Lord Hekal was an undead?!
No. 920249 ID: df5c09

...Yes, he was. Lord Hekal was a Vampire Lord and this barghast was his, up until his defeat and destruction. I thought this was said earlier.
No. 920253 ID: 77a760

Was there ever a place where mentioning "court politics" and "cutthroat" in the same sentence wasn't redundant?
No. 920373 ID: 7816e7
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“And then?” Casey stops, her pencil tip itching to record further.

“War.” The soldier shrugs, his armor clanking and shedding ice. “Not war as you know it. Magical warfare, fought on distant plains and under strange suns. Battles waged in dreams and reflections, armies made of earth and fire clashing as old allies were drawn into the conflict. The scars left on the kingdom were... enormous.”
No. 920374 ID: 7816e7
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He flashes another crooked grin at the Binder, “Speaking of scars, that’s when I earned this...” He points to the sutures that appear to bisect him vertically. “Got caught in a mirror maze. Nasty spell, not a good way for a knight to die. My lord was kind enough to give me another chance to find a proper death. Still looking too.” He says with a wink.

Behind him, two massive hills loom overhead. One of them twitches and the guides realize that they are looking at a pair of ears.
No. 920375 ID: b1b4f3

So is this it, then? Do we talk to the ears?
No. 920378 ID: 96aa63

Thank you for your guidance. Where from here?
No. 920390 ID: 864e49

>"chance to find a proper death. Still looking too.” He says with a wink
We could give you a little death.
No. 920412 ID: 10c408

Perhaps later, long after the barghest isn't going to utterly crush moot point under it's paws.
No. 920427 ID: df5c09

>My lord was kind enough to give me another chance to find a proper death.
So what would he consider a 'proper death?' I'm guessing falling in honorable, glorious battle defending his Lord and comrades against a worthy opponent, but it could be otherwise.
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Sifr claps the warrior on the back with a frosty clang. “I hope you’re not in too much of a hurry there. There’s much we’d like to learn from you lot, would be a shame to say goodbye so quickly. Let’s sort out this business first...”

Opinel barks a laugh, “Good to hear it! I look forward to it, hunter. Come, we draw close to what you seek.” He beckons into a low, root-lined tunnel braced with irregular stone slabs. Chunks of ice placed at head height glow with a strange frozen fire, illuminating the passage as they descend.
No. 920727 ID: 7816e7
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They crawl deeper, entering into a round, root-covered chamber far below the surface. The center of the room is dominated by a large, gnarled tree trunk, growing out of a circular pit built into the stonework. Opinel steps to the edge and looks over. "I believe what you're looking for is down there…"
No. 920730 ID: b1b4f3

Looks like a dryad.
Can we climb down there instead of portaling? It'd save some mana.

Let's go say hello and ask why he is traveling so far from his home.
No. 920731 ID: 094652

>Insert Disgaea Wake Up Protocol Here
No. 920732 ID: 10c408

We don't have enough prinnies, weapons or throwable people for that.

See if you can't use the tree root near Opinel to climb down since it appears that the individual we need to chat with won't be able to rotate their head at all.
No. 920733 ID: e7848c

Is there stairs or do we have to use a portal? Everyone be on your best behavior.
No. 920774 ID: 864e49

Welp time to fuck a tree.
No. 920785 ID: 91ee5f

Time to climb down and talk to them. No portals because Gabe should save what’s left of his magic just in case he needs to Send someone.
No. 920805 ID: a9af05

Let's go talk
No. 921020 ID: 7816e7
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Casey gives the others some help with her binding spells, allowing the party to drop safely into the pit. They cautiously approach over a knotted carpet of roots and examine the trunk.

Gabe squints and tilts his head. “Its... a dude!”

Grown into the body of the tree is the undeniable shape of a person. His head is bowed slightly under the weight of long, curling horns that twine themselves into wood. The face glowers with an unreadable expression that seems ancient and tired.

They look to one another for answers. Kol asks, “What is it? A dryad?”

“No... I’ve met dryads before. They’re more... insect-like: they have a whole hive-culture-thing going on. This... I feel like I’ve heard about something like this somewhere, but I’m not sure where.” Casey thinks, opening her notebook and flipping through pages.

“Do you think he can hear us?” Gabe stares at the impassive face nervously.

“A good question.” Sifr nods and steps forward. “Perhaps we should find out.”

He approaches the petrified figure and drops to one knee, lowering his eyes and extending a theatrical hand. “Please, excuse our intrusion good sir. I am Sifr Bardo, Spirit Guardian. My compatriots and I have come to beseech you: please direct your steed, this mighty barghast away from the city before you. Your presence is a danger to the people below.” He remains kneeled, his eyes closed and head bowed.

Nothing happens.

After several moments nothing continues to happen. Sifr stands up. “Spite me. I was hoping that would work... Well, I’m open to ideas.”
No. 921021 ID: b1b4f3

Knock on the wood? Use Spirit Form to go inside the tree?
No. 921022 ID: 91ee5f

>After several moments nothing continues to happen. Sifr stands up. “Spite me. I was hoping that would work... Well, I’m open to ideas.”
Maybe his ears are covered with wood and that’s preventing him from hearing us? Or he can hear us, but he just doesn’t have a way to respond to us, since his mouth is covered with wood?
No. 921024 ID: add027

He's probably asleep. How do you wake a tree? Wrap it in blankets?
No. 921025 ID: b1b4f3

...hamadryad? Treant?
No. 921026 ID: b1b4f3

There are myths about people being turned into trees... like Cyparissus.
No. 921029 ID: 3ed3c3

...Is he...dead? I mean, I know it's unlikely, but it would explain everything. The guy was guiding the barghast when suddenly BAM! he croaked.
No. 921030 ID: 91ee5f

That’s a possibility.

Does anyone in the group have the ability to detect if the tree guy is still in ther3 or if he’s just a shell with no spirit?
No. 921031 ID: 51f21c

>No response
... So, are you going to hump the tree, or are you going to hump the tree?
No. 921033 ID: 2007b6

Set up some sort of safety-net ward first, just like in thread one. If nobody's home, maybe you can just possess the boss's empty shell and steer the bargast toward a less populated area manually.
No. 921060 ID: 7f0aac


Bet that's our fey buddy we learned about.
No. 921085 ID: df5c09

Maybe, though he had more than two horns. Could be one of his entourage, or it could just be some other goat guy. If Sir Opinel is still around he could be asked who this is and, if applicable, was.
No. 921142 ID: 37b5ac

Try spirit form? See if you can speak to them on a spiritual level
No. 921277 ID: 78f3e0

Is he made of plant matter or has he been sitting there so long the tree grew around him?
No. 921876 ID: 7816e7
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“Maybe we can communicate in spirit form...” Kol scratches his chin and shrugs.

Sifr cracks his knuckles and nods. “Sounds good to me. Young man, would you be so kind as to give us a spirit ward?”

Gabe gives him a thumbs up and passes his hands back and forth across the wall. The pit flashes with crimson as the spell takes effect. “Good to go!”

The spirit guardian claps his hands against his chest and does a little warmup shimmy. “Okay! Take care of me while I’m gone.” Sifr exhales and allows his spirit form to pull its self free from his body.

The spectral form strides confidently into the air and stands eye to eye with the wooden features of the figure. “If you’ll excuse the intrusion, sir...” He remarks, stepping forward and disappearing into the gnarled trunk.
No. 921877 ID: 7816e7
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Silence fills the chamber as the spirit guides wait with bated breath. Above them, Sir Opinel sits down in a clatter of platemail and asks, “So, what happens next? He better not die before he can give me a worthy battle…”

Before anyone can answer, Sifr emerges. A frustrated scowl twists behind his ghostly mustache as he folds his arms. “Well... He doesn’t seem to want to talk to me.” He looks to his younger relative and sighs, “I do believe he wants to talk to Kol...”
No. 921928 ID: e7848c

You have to wonder what kind of reputation precedes you, Kol! Assume the position.
No. 921930 ID: b1b4f3

Before you swap places (I presume the ward is important?) ask if he said why he wanted to talk to you.
No. 921932 ID: 91ee5f

And now is when Kol gets all nervous and asks why the tree guy wants to speak with him?

Although, it might have something to do with when you let Adrian the lich into your body. There might be some sort of leftover trace of that on you and that might be why tree guy wants to talk to you.
No. 921954 ID: 3ed3c3

Well, shoot, Kol. You're getting popular. Best to make an appearance, then.
No. 921991 ID: bad12e


"Cuties only" is serious business.
No. 922363 ID: 75c493

Kol earned passage for everyone, so maybe he's seen as the leader, right now.
No. 922371 ID: afdebc

No. 922577 ID: 7816e7
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“What? Why me?” Kol blinks back amazement.

His great-uncle sighs and shakes his head. “I suspect it has something to do with that litchfire beacon seen above the city a few months back.”

“Oh... that..” Kol’s ears wilt. “Hoo-boy...”

“What’s the matter warm-body?” Opinel chuckles from above. “You were cocky up until a minute ago.”

“Don’t worry, lad.” Sifr lays a spectral hand on his nephew’s shoulder. “If there’s any danger, tag me back in. I’m all for diplomacy, but I’m not about to let some overgrown oak push me around.”

Kol and takes a seat on the floor. Feeling the cold radiate up through the stones, he steadies his breath. There’s a certain familiarity to the act that takes him back to his training. He can almost hear the great bronze bells that would ring as he meditated in his niche.

A moment later and he opens his eyes, stepping away from his body. He hovers in mid-air and nods to his partners before placing a hand on the wooden figure.
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A bright light fills Kol’s vision and he throws an arm up in defense. His eyes begin to adjust from the incandescent assault and he looks around. He finds himself in a room lit by a soft white light that seems to come from everywhere at once. The only furnishing appears to be a long table set for two and a pair of heavy oak chairs. The walls, which glow from within, are scarred with rows of claw marks, and scorched by long, blistering streaks still leaking acrid smoke.

A figure stands up from behind the table, hastily dropping a fork back in its place. At his full height, the fey stands a head taller than Kol. Between his fangs dangles a pink sliver of tongue, branded with a glowing sigil. He clears his throat and greets the guide, enunciating clearly despite having to speak around his tongue “Oh good. I was worried you wouldn’t come...” He looks around him at the damage to the room. “I may have acted a bit... rashly with your predecessor. It has been a long time since, um...”
He waves a hand dismissively. “Anyway, my name is Rodwin: high council to Lord Hekal. I take it you are the one who witnessed the lichfire beacon?” He extends a hand indicates a chair, “Please, do take a seat. I wish to know all about it.”
No. 922579 ID: 06fdc0

hahaha, you're reputation precedes you Kol
No. 922580 ID: b1b4f3

Okay but I'm gonna skip over some parts to respect the privacy of a friend.
No. 922581 ID: 094652

Careful, he's had centuries to plan this exact scenario and you don't know if Fae enchantments work on undead.

Demand he fix the Barghest's course. He's smart enough to figure it out.
No. 922584 ID: 3ed3c3

He wants the story? What is he willing to trade for it?
No. 922585 ID: c1212a

Yeah, you're going to have to ask why.
No. 922606 ID: b101b7

This, even a basic noncommittal answer is somewhat useful. If what they say is vague, well, you helped a lich deal with some estate affairs and one required them to be physical.
You didn't break any rules doing that, did you?
No. 922622 ID: b1b4f3

Good point. If he wants something Kol has, we need to get something in exchange. For instance, we should get him to agree to keep the Barghest away from the town. Out of fog-producing range, in fact.
He can settle nearby I suppose if he wants regular contact with the living, but that would also necessitate a peace agreement.
No. 922627 ID: 83bf07

Show respect. Play it safe with your responses. Silver tongue is on show. Don't take a seat just yet.
No. 922813 ID: 2007b6

"Yes. I'll say this much freely: I was closer to the source of that lichfire at the time than I am to you now, and ended up in such a position by acting to protect the town of Moot Point, which is the same reason I have come here. I'd be willing to share the rest of what I know about the incident, once my duties are discharged. Perhaps an exchange of favors? Simply steer the bargast in a safer direction, and then I'll grant your wish."
No. 922832 ID: 7816e7
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“Alright, if you stop the bargast. We need to get it away from the city.”

The devil raises a finger and twitches it sideways. “Done.”

“I also might have to omit some of the more… personal details.” Kol explains, standing by the table but not yet sitting.

Rodwin glowers, mulling this over. “Very well, for now. But I may have some “questions when you are done. “

“My partners and I are Spirit Guides-“

“Hunters?” A curious eyebrow arches in his direction.

“Not exactly. Mediators. Councilors I suppose.”

“Ahh, my apologies. Please continue. “

“We came across a rumor about a very powerful spirit and went to investigate its origin. We... helped him settle the last of his mortal affairs and let him go to the ghost- er etherial sea.”

The fae steeples his fingers, tapping the tips together softly. “That’s it?" He shrugs. "What affairs? Why the beacon? Who was he?
No. 922833 ID: 7816e7
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His fist comes down suddenly. “I can smell the lichfire on you, boy! I did not wait five hundred years and- and- and travel to the edge of the world and back for a thin dribble of a story.” His face contorts with grief, shaking his head in exasperation. "In all that time I have heard nothing, and then a sign in the sky draws me to a town built in the shadow of that woman!" His fist hits the table again. "I must have answers!"
No. 922836 ID: 2735ca

Ok, he wants a bit more of a story, not information. Take it from the top, man. Rumours, call to adventure, mysterious handsome fisherman, attempt to help, tragic story, daring never-before-done lich possession, et cetera.
No. 922837 ID: b1b4f3

Oh. Okay... well, warn him ahead of time that the lich probably isn't anyone he knows, but if he still wants the story then you'll tell him more. Only thing we really need to omit is the sex scene.

If he's looking for someone he's lost contact with then we could try finding them?
No. 922840 ID: e7848c

Apologies. You can go in greater detail but omit names. When the story is done, you can ask him why the hostility for Augustine Moot.
No. 922842 ID: bad12e


Alright, so it looks like maybe WE don't necessarily know enough of the circumstances here. We can absolutely give a more elaborate telling, but that is essentially the tale in summary, after all -- huge outpouring of lich energies once a spirit moved on of their own accord and relinquished that power.

But ... why does the statue of someone matter?

I suppose what we need to ask is who she was, and why. This harkens all the way back to the wars, I suspect.
No. 922849 ID: 67ad26

"It's simple: a champion-class Pirate Captain contracted a fatal disease while adventuring, turned into a Lich, and decided his reputation (and marriage) was more important than becoming an unstoppable murder god. He did the lichfire thing because he didn't know it was more than sparkly theater lights.

As for Augustine, we keep her giant anti-magical statue because it attracts all the merchants to our city. Your giant dog is kind of the inverse, brings your city to the merchants instead.

This is a big city with millions of mortals and we would really appreciate it if you didn't stomp on everyone."
No. 922852 ID: b1b4f3

...it occurs to me that he cannot lie with his words, but he can lie with his face and actions. He might even be able to lie with his inflections. They're part of speech, but so long as the words are true it's fine, right?

At this point I don't think he's here to deceive, but he might do so to smear the name of those he dislikes, or even just out of habit.
If we suspect deception, we can just ask him to explain his feelings through words, and confirm important facts in a straightforward way. I don't object to anything he's saying or implying just yet... but after the story, we could ask why the lichfire beacon was important to him?
No. 922853 ID: 3ed3c3

He's searching for someone particular!
It wasn't even a woman who was the lich, though.
Just an old sailor who stuck around for too long.
An old sailor man at that.
No. 922854 ID: 7dc36a

The statue is of one Augustine Moot, assumed founder of our current home of Moot Point. What she did to gain a grudge from this devil is unknown though. He'd want to share it with you, at the least.

Kol should comfort him: it seems he is only here because of an "accident of Fates" unrelated to his circumstances. The important part is no one who lives in Moot Point now should get hurt over history long past.
No. 922878 ID: 5739b8

For starters, this.

Then move on to Augustine Moot.
No. 922879 ID: bcc41d

Tell him honestly that you truly don't think this is the same person. You don't see how it could be. They were a sailor, held back from death by love, kept from hungering life and empowered through aid most inventive. The beacon was a sign to your Sender, so he could nail down the location and come back aboard the boat.

Your reluctance to share the tale is a mere matter of privacy and in no way intended as an attempt to obfuscate the truth. If pressed, you could tell the tale in exhausting - and embarassing - detail, but for now he may know that the lich's name was Adrian.

When this inevitably disappoints them, offer to help. If the town's founder has past history with him and his quarry - his lost patron, you guess? - then perhaps he could tell you of it and you could investigate on his behalf if any clues remain here. It may be for the best that he receive aid. There are many souls on this barrow that seem in need of some kind of resolution to their limbo, so you'd be happy to help answer the question of their lost lord.

You'd rather not have another war, though.

Speaking of which, you know of someone who will insist - with frightening ferocity - that a historical account of the war and the times be written down by, er, 'living' witnesses. Is this something that can be arranged?
No. 922995 ID: 2007b6

I can give you better answers if you make it clearer what you really want to know.
>Who was he?
Adrian, captain of the Sea Scar.
>What affairs?
Marriage to a selkie.
>Why the beacon?
To help targeting a portal onto the ship.
>I can smell the lichfire on you, boy!
For one reason or another we end up having sex with nearly everyone we've come to help, often as a key part of solving their problem. It's a sorta weird, embarrassing specialty to have, as a team of spirit guides, but there's no arguing with success.

In that particular case, the lich was possessing me as part of an effort to reconstruct damaged memories and locade his husband's missing skin.
No. 923475 ID: 7816e7
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“Oh… Sorry, its just that some of the story… well, its gets rather… well, intimate. The spirit was a sailor, a rabbit named Adrian. His husband, Caleb, had given him mana oil to make him more powerful and keep him from fading away. However, his husband was a selkie, and he needed help uncovering where his skin was hidden.” Kol sits down. “Adrian used his lichfire to make a beacon so that one of my partners could find his way back to the ship. Then I allowed him to occupy my body so that we could search for it.”

Rodwin searches the Medium’s eyes for any hint of deception and sighs, resting his horned head in his hands. “Root and Stone, it was all for nothing... I’m a fool to have hoped for a sign.” He lifts his head. “But who is that sculpture for? Who is that woman?”

Kol scratches his head, “That’s Augustine Moot: founder of the city. She also created the Order of the Senders. There’s a school up on the hill above the city. I know a bit about her but my partner, Gabe, would be the one to ask. He's a Sender as well.” His ears perk up. “Why? What happened between you two?”
No. 923476 ID: 7816e7
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The fey swallows, as though tasting bitter memories. “I only ever saw her once. She appeared out of thin air in Lord Hekal’s throne room, wearing a long red cloak and wielding a sword made of light. As a duelist I placed myself between her and my lord, but she aimed her blade at me and suddenly I was... somewhere else.”

“By the time I returned they were both gone...” he bows his head and closes his eyes. “To once again be... stripped away from someone I was supposed to protect... it was the greatest insult. I vowed to find them no matter how long it took." Rodwin grits his teeth and continues, "When my body failed me, I sealed it with an ancient binding spell and became one with the land itself. But… as the tides of mana ebbed, I was forced to take my search northward and wait for a sign..."
No. 923481 ID: 094652

"Uh huh. Well, you of all people know what it's like to be remembered for something you didn't do. Same goes for Augustine, apparently. She might be a hero but the church has discredited all her 'violent' adventures of glory and conquest in favor of "all loving hero who sliced the boundaries between people" and whatever else they want to claim she did.

You should correct them in person.

And Augustine was a portal queen? Gabe's going to love that."
No. 923483 ID: 3ed3c3

Well, that pretty much explains everything.
So, now what? With the crisis averted, there's time for other topics.
No. 923484 ID: 91ee5f

Sounds like we need to go to a library or something in order to find out what happened in the past.

Then once he has his answers, maybe he’ll allow us to Send him?
No. 923491 ID: b1b4f3

Ask when this was exactly. If it was just before Moot Point was first saved... I wonder if Lord Hekal cooperated with her somehow to make the portal and save the town? Like, by possessing her and using his massive mana pool to augment her skills as a Sender? That would be quite the twist!

Regardless, tell him you plan to find out what happened. I'm sure historians will arrive within the next week or so to interview his servants and possibly also himself. They might have some relevant information for him, or at least an avenue of investigation. Before then we can do some research ourselves to see if there is some hint as to the fate of Lord Hekal.

...how did Lord Hekal retain his memories as a lich, anyway? Was he not a lich as we know them, but some other form of supernatural immortal?
No. 923534 ID: 2007b6

Seems like a very reasonable question, and while we haven't got a complete answer handy we'd certainly know where to go to look it up. You've been waiting half a millennium already, now that the end's in sight, a few more hours should be no big deal, right? Let's park the fog-dog somewhere safe and out of the way, have Gabe drop a beacon here in the throne room, and check in with Cecil Ocher and/or whoever's in charge of historical archives at the Order of Senders. Surely they'd have some sort of comprehensive account of their founder's adventures on hand.
No. 923651 ID: 7816e7
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“My partners and I might be able to help. We have access to archives and historical records about Madam Moot. Let us search for you.”

“I... I would like to trust you on that. Unfortunately I don’t know how long I can sustain myself...” Rodwin shakes his head. “The mana here is so weak...”

“Just give us time. Can you rest the bargast somewhere nearby that won’t... you know... crush anyone?”

The devil is silent while he thinks, opening his eyes to fix Kol with his gaze. “I will give you one year to find out what happened. If in that time you cannot give me an answer, I will continue my search through other means.” His claw thunks heavily into the table, punctuating his decision.
No. 923654 ID: 86eb65

What exactly do you want me to find out? What happened in that room after she teleported you away? Or just where her or your lord ended up in the end?

Regardless I will do what I can to find out for you. What is the best way to contact you? Getting up here and past all of the undead wildlife would get old if I had to do it several times.
No. 923670 ID: 438a42

"Well before I agree, I would like to know specifically what it is you wish to know about her. Is it just what happened after she vanished you? Or how she died? Specifics are important."
No. 923674 ID: 10c408

Thank him for his hospitality and if there's nothing else immediately pertinent, it's time to go.

(yes I know that Rodwin could narrow the scope of our investigation but given that he emphasized the point by stabbing his own spectral table, it's probably time to vamoose instead of infuriating the devil by being a nosy mortal medium.
No. 923684 ID: 7dc36a

Remind him that the war happened centuries ago, but you are interested in helping find peace with that. You will find out what happened to Lord Hekal.
No. 923685 ID: b1b4f3

Okay this is approaching Deal with the Devil territory. Make sure you have the terms of success clearly stated, and know what the consequences of failure are. No implications, please.
No. 923910 ID: 7816e7
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“This sounds like we’re making a deal, right? You stay put for a year, and we find out what happened to Lord Hekal. If we don’t, then...?” The question hangs in the air on silk strings of hope.

Rodwin sighs, “I don’t know... I’m no longer bound by fae law, this isn’t a binding pact. I’m saying that if I cannot find answers in one year, my... condition will force me to find another arrangement. If what you say is true, then you and your comrades are my best hope of uncovering the truth.” The devil’s eyes narrow into thin, gleaming slits. “But if I sense that you’re manipulating me, keeping me from the truth, or attempting to seal me away... I will raise this city and anything bearing her likeness.”

Kol slowly nods, one year being longer than he had hoped but nevertheless, worryingly short. He asks, “One thing that might help: you said this was five hundred years ago? Can you be more specific?”

“Five hundred and thirty years, during mid-autumn. We had just returned from a campaign on the Plains of Dawn.” He waves a hand, “Sir Opinel will assist you with the details if you need.”

“Can we come back to speak with you?”

Rodwin raises an eyebrow, “You’ve earned that right, I suppose. You may come and go as long as the bargast is not damaged.”
No. 923914 ID: b1b4f3

Tell him you will do your honest best. In fact, does he want regular updates? You can't promise steady progress but you can still tell him how things are going.
As for his mana problem, would mana oil help?

Oh and you usually get paid for jobs. Will he pay you for your work, once you're done? If not I guess we could try to persuade the local government to give a reward for "defending the city".
No. 923916 ID: bad12e


So far he has been a rather kind host. It's only appropriate to thank him and promise to do our best to uncover what happened that day.

Then it's off to Sir Opinel for a history lesson, provided Casey hasn't already composed a library while we've been away.
No. 923918 ID: 2007b6

>raise this city
Pretty sure you mean "raze" as in demolish, not raise as in elevate.

Mana oil is worth considering, but remember our goal here is to lay the dead to rest, in order to prevent spiritual environmental damage, not necessarily to give them everything they want.

Sounds like the negotiations are pretty much settled for the moment. Let's put a good-faith effort into the research project, but... maybe start laying the groundwork for more militant solutions too, just in case that doesn't work out. A year should be more than enough time to gather some sort of reinforcements, given such an unambiguous threat to the whole city.
No. 923929 ID: 3ed3c3

That sounds all well and good.
We can keep him apprised of the investigation as it develops if it would please him.
If there's nothing else at the moment, then we should draw this to a close and reconvene with our team members.
There's a lot we need to tell them, and we need to speak to Opinel as well.
No. 923947 ID: 094652

Question: Why does he have to keep his tongue out like that?
No. 923964 ID: 556568

bleppers gonna blep
No. 923985 ID: 094652

A few extra questions:
1. Can we purchase real estate on the Barghest?
2. Can we kill and loot the grave-fleas?
3. Can we @#$% the residents?
No. 923986 ID: 917aee


You can only do #3 to dog corpse is you kill him in battle
No. 923990 ID: 91ee5f

Alright, let’s go tell everyone what’s going on. And let them know to not damage the bargast.
No. 924062 ID: ecd116

i think it to show that he a devil and is unable to lie by words alone so he honestly means it. including words of demands and threats.

also to follow up with that question, ask if that glowing gold/yellow thing on the tongue the sealing spell that make him unable to lie and is their a way to remove or at least weaken it.
also ask what the deal with all the gravefleas and is there a trick to deal with them?
No. 924182 ID: 5b93d3

Maybe mention the ticks? His subjects seem most put out about their gravestones being abused.
No. 924477 ID: 7816e7
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“It sounds like I better get started. You’ll hear back from us as soon as we find something.” Kol stands and extends a hand, “Thank you for your time.”

Rodwin joins him and accepts the handshake, “No, thank you. In the old days... there weren’t many who would listen to someone like me. I hope there more like you. I sense that in the next year there may be... challenges for us both.”
No. 924478 ID: 7816e7
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Kol opens his eyes, finding himself back in the mortal plane.

“Hey, welcome back! You okay?” Casey asks.

“Yeah...” he shakes away the haze of his spirit walk, “What happened?”

“The bargast changed course! We felt it shake, and I think it laid down!” Gabe shoots a thumbs up at his partner. “Good job big guy! You turned on that charm!”

“Indeed, good job lad.” Sifr slaps his nephew on the back. “I knew you could do it!”

“Not exactly,” Kol pulls himself upright. “I just bought us time. I talked to Rodwin; apparently his master, Lord Hekal went missing five hundred and thirty years ago and he’s searching for what happened. He seems to think Augustine Moot was responsible.”

“Was she?” Casey asks.

“He said she appeared in his court in a red robe, carrying a sword made of light and somehow sent him away.”

"Yep, that was her." Gabe says authoritatively, "Its a spell, not a sword. She was the only one ever to master the Claíomh Solais.”

"Well, he wants to know what happened to them and he's giving us a year to find out."
No. 924479 ID: 7816e7
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Casey looks back up at the fae frozen in wood. "What happens after a year?"

"He said that he'll need more mana, and that he'll continue searching 'by other means'."

"Ominous!" Gabe remarks, "Anything else he said?"

"He warned me that, if we try to banish him or damage the bargast, he'll rain doom down on the city."

"Sounds about right." Sifr shrugs. "I'll get in contact with the Guardians, we'll make arrangements but… hopefully we can get this sorted peacfully."

"Oh, and he said Sir Opinel might be able to help us. His background will come in handy."

Above them the Knight laughs, "A shame, looks like our fated battle will have to wait. A knight's duties never end, even in death."

"We'll start there." Casey decides, "I'll figure out what Opinel knows and make a timeline. Gabe, the Sender Academy should have archives dating back to madam Moot's time, can you find them?"

"Ugh, research…" Gabe makes a face. "I'll see what I can do."

Kol scratches his chin, "I think I'll talk to Caleb. If we can get more mana oil, it might buy us some more time to look."
No. 924625 ID: 3ed3c3

Then we have a plan! Everybody get to it!
No. 924628 ID: bcc41d

We could bring Sir Opinel along to the Sender academy. The historians there would know better what events to ask about, or what might be beneficial in asking about - and surely they'd have some interest in seeing someone so long dead, yet who still haven't lost their wits and will to hunger. I'm betting they'd be about as eager as Casey to pick his brains.

As an added bonus, we could show him the sights and the town along the way, maybe introduce him to Mitzi (who as a romantic is just gonna DIE from meeting a 'live', actual knight). Should be fine, no? With some (strong) perfume and a hood, he'd probably pass as a living person and I hazard he's interested in seeing what's changed in the world since he last was a part of it.

He might get ga bit disappointed re: that whole noble death thing, mind you. World's pretty safe these days. Not a whole lot of dragons to slay, fellow knights to duel and the fey are, uh, still wild, but ruly for the most part.
No. 924633 ID: 10c408

No offense to Sir Opinel, but it'd probably be best if we fact-check his information by at least collecting the fey half of the warden's war for comparison.
No. 924874 ID: 7816e7
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Their plans decided, the Spirit Guides clamber out of the cavern and step back into the sunlight.

Casey pauses and turns, “Look’s like the fog’s rolling back.”

Beneath them, the Moot Point bustles with activity. Its citizens fill the markets as rumors spread their busy fingers through the streets.

“Indeed, I imagine there’ll be many people wondering why the city has a new mountain.” Sifr chuckles as he strokes his mustache. “I believe it would be best if I took Sir Opinel to the Sender Academy and explain the situation. We’ll need to move quickly to keep the curious from trespassing.”

“What about us?” Casey asks, “Shouldn’t we come with you?”

“No, you lot go home and rest, you've earned one.” He smiles affectionately, his old eyes shining with hope. “You saved the city; mysteries can wait for another day.”

He sighs, “What comes next will be meetings and arguments between the guilds of the city and the Spirit councils. Long battles of pomp and opinion where a Guardian’s word holds a lot of weight. They would only serve to distract you from the real goal.”
No. 924880 ID: 83bf07

Thank him. This has been a real test on you. It's time to check up on Miki and head home to relax.
No. 924881 ID: b1b4f3

...I wonder if Mr Ochre's new friend will have any relevant knowledge?
No. 924883 ID: bcc41d

Thank him profusely for jumping on the sword of responsibility for you. Then do take a break - but send a message to find Caleb with a letter offering an explanation for why you need mana oil, though. Although... I wonder if the fey world is going to react. Given the war between Hewn and Hekal, there may be a few old fey with grudges left. If Hewn is alive and still 'High Warden' or whatever he'll likely make some waves, diplomatic or worse, once he hears of Rodwin's continued existence. After all, it'd still be his reputation and position on the line if Rodwin lives and has the chance to clear his name. I see the potential for any number of fey or fey agents to involve themselves here

... really, it makes me want to suggest to Sifr that Rodwin's details be obscured until we know more of the fey side of things. If the LAST occasion lead to a magical proxy war of cray proportions we might still see real trouble, despite the current weak levels of ambient mana.

It might be wise to ask Caleb and other trustworthy fey friends - Nixie and Vivian - to see if they know anything at all. Perhaps they've heard of stories or know notable fey who may have been alive at the time that are still around.
No. 924884 ID: 10c408

I doubt it, but it wouldn't hurt to ask if all of the more readily available leads prove fruitless.
No. 924886 ID: bcc41d

Granted, this is only necessary if our own knowledge of the Warden's War isn't sufficient to weed out the possibilities. If Hewn is, like, already known to be dead or deposed and gone already, that does make the situation a lot, well, safer for everyone involved.
No. 924889 ID: 3ed3c3

Thank Sifr profusely for the opportunity to take this adventure and for all the help and tutelage he provided.
No. 924893 ID: 864e49

No fair how come Sifr gets to keep the fuck-zomboi!?
No. 925291 ID: 7816e7
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"Thanks, Uncle Sifr. We might want to check on whether Rodwin’s presence will cause any problems with the remaining fey courts. We don’t want to bring down any retribution from old enemies.”

“Mmm,” the Medium nods sagely. “I doubt any of the fey will be comfortable with a devil living so close. I’m not up to date on my fae politics, but I’ll ask the Binder’s Circle. Cervantes always has an ear to the ground there. He might be able to fill in some of the gaps from the Court’s records as well.”

He extends a hand and Kol shakes it. The palm is worn and leathery, and the joints creak in his grip but underneath it all is a steely strength. “It was an honor working with you three. I get the feeling you’ll be joining me as Guardians someday soon, I’m looking forward to that day.” Sifr pulls his nephew in for a bony hug and claps him warmly on the back.

“Now, why don’t we get out of here? Would you mind dropping me off at that lovely bakery, my lad? All of this adventuring has left me dying for a scone!”
No. 925292 ID: 7816e7
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Gabe flexes his fingers and opens a gate very dear to his heart, bringing them right to their friend’s doorstep. The familiar bell jingles as they enter and Miki’s squeal of delight fills them with a warmth sorely missed on the cold mountain. Introductions are made and the looming tension of impending doom unwinds. Safe among friends, the Spirit Guides share their tale of the bargast and celebrate a victory for the whole city.

End of chapter 7

New goal: The mystery of Augustine Moot.
No. 925293 ID: 7816e7
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Gabe’s last gate for the day closes with a clap of thunder thats rattles the cabinets. Kol flops down on the couch, spreading his arms across the back and rolling his head back. “Oof! Fates, what a day.”

Gabe sits next to him, back straight and tail twitching with agitation. He nibbles nervously at a nail, “Yeah... glad you’re okay...”

Casey squeezes in next to the Sender, “Yeah, that was... intense.”
No. 925294 ID: bcc41d

Smother that poor nervous mouse in a reassuring double huggle and ask what's gotten him so on tenterhooks.
No. 925295 ID: 757cbb

Looking more like your uncle every day, Kol. Is that the hint of whiskers we see there on your face?
No. 925298 ID: 91ee5f

Kol, ask Gabe and Casey why they’re both looking at you like that?
No. 925299 ID: 10c408

Before we move on to a mouse sandwhich (and we all know Casey's gonna do to Gabe what she did to Kol.), one of the remaining two should ask about the Claíomh Solais
No. 925300 ID: 094652

Not nearly as intense as your upcoming bakery visit!

Also, zombie macaroons.
No. 925304 ID: b1b4f3

I bet you're all gonna want to blow off some steam.
No. 925305 ID: 83bf07

Does anyone want to unwind with Nixxy?
No. 925306 ID: 2735ca

Casey and Gabe seem worried about you, Kol.
No. 925550 ID: 7816e7
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“What’s up? You guys seem worried.” Kol slips an arm around Gabe and rubs his shoulder. “We did it, didn’t we?”

Gabe smiles back at his partner, his mousey incisors peeking out. “Yeah, its just...”

“Well, while you were away on your spirit walk, your uncle seemed really worried.” Casey speaks up, putting a hand in Gabe’s. “He tried not to show it, but he was pacing all over the place, wondering whether he should go in after you...”

“Yeah. We were, ya know, scared something could have happened to you.” Gabe snuggles up a little, tucking himself cozily in Kol's arm.
No. 925561 ID: e7848c

Bless their mousy hearts. Console them. Would a nice, warm cuddle pile in a big bed be in the books?
No. 925642 ID: 6c7b8c

"Sifr is proud of you, he really is... and he doesn't want to embarass you by acting like you can't take care of yourself. I could see how agonizing it was for him to ponder whether he should let you keep your dignity or rush in to save you. Good thing it was a choice he ultimately didn't have to make."

If things are about to turn naughty (and why wouldn't they?), Kol should be the focus of any sybaritic activities, given that he played the biggest part in saving Moot Point from the Bargast.
No. 925649 ID: b1b4f3

Yeah, well... they got in a fight. You didn't. 's fine.
No. 925650 ID: a9af05

Kol, your arm is long enough to also reach Casey. So reach over and include her in the one arm hug! Get both of your companions in the one arm hug!
No. 925657 ID: df5c09

After all she's been through, she deserves better than that. In fact, they all do. Kol ought to get up, then kneel down to their level to give 'em both a comforting hug, and them return it and with each other, for awhile. And then he can also give 'em each a smooch too.
No. 925660 ID: 7816e7
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Kol’s mind flashes to the scarred and burned walls of Rodwin’s mind and nods. “I can understand why. It was a risky move, and luckily I was able to talk him down... but it could have gone sideways at any minute. I’m glad I made back to you guys. Thanks for watching out for me...”

Kol slips an arm under Gabe’s legs and hoists him out of the couch. His partner holds onto his neck as the bigger rodent stands up and cradles him. “How about we go upstairs and celebrate?”
No. 925661 ID: 7816e7
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Kol feels his feet leave the floor and looks down in confusion. Trailing her aura tentacles behind her Casey gives them a smirk. “Good idea. You coming?” She asks coyly as the boys float behind her.
No. 925663 ID: 3ed3c3

No. 925664 ID: c1212a

Kick your legs like you're running in place
No. 925672 ID: e7848c

Whoops, there goes the (metaphorical) pants
No. 925674 ID: 91ee5f

>“Good idea. You coming?” She asks coyly as the boys float behind her.
Give her a smile and tell her that you think she’s asking a rhetorical question and she already knows what your answer is.
No. 925676 ID: d5a51d

Welp, time to strip fucking everything and get rid of the stress of dealing with a potential city-killing threat.

Through sex.
No. 925715 ID: 6c7b8c

If one might make a few suggestions for what sort of celebratory activities could occur...


These might provide some inspiration. Whatever happens, Casey should definitely get her butt stuffed at some point.
No. 925722 ID: df5c09

And speaking of stuffing butts, Casey could slip her aura tentacles into her or the guys' butts (or her vag) when their positioning would make it uncomfortable, awkward or impossible to use dick or fingers for that.

Also, thinking of uses of their magic, Gabe could theoretically create small Gates to allow auto-fellatio or auto-cunnilingus. Unfortunately just for others, since him losing concentration and causing the Gates to close while using them this way would be real bad.

Now, what could Kol use his magic creatively for sex-wise? Pushing his body beyond normal physical limits in the bedroom immediately comes to mind, but sounds kinda obvious. Spirit walk to share another's body and experience what they feel? Partially separate his spirit to connect with his sexual partner and share what each is feeling? Are those even possible?
No. 925780 ID: 7816e7
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“Apparently, yes.” Kol chuckles and slips a finger around Gabe’s waistband and tugs at his shorts, tossing them to the floor. He slings the Sender over his hips in a straddle and pulls him forward into a kiss.

Gabe’s hips grind hungrily against Kol’s stiffening cock and he moans appreciatively as a hand cups his ass with a squeeze. Another hand slips between his legs and teases out soft squeaks muffled by Kol’s lips.

No. 925781 ID: 7816e7
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As the pair continue to make out, they’re suddenly dropped onto the bed. The boys land in a blushing tangle and giggle to one another.

Casey steps out of her skirt and crawls onto the bed with a swish of her tail. “What's this? Starting without me?”

No. 925792 ID: e7848c

Casey, show 'em who's boss.
No. 925793 ID: 130f18

Ever heard of the Shocker?
No. 925823 ID: d5a51d

First order of buisness: spirit tentacle those pants off him.
No. 925827 ID: 6f764d

Give her a kiss. A deep one.
No. 925832 ID: 6c7b8c

And rub her gently betwixt her legs.
No. 925843 ID: da50bd

Just lean over and attend to Gabe while Kol lays almost flat on the bed so he can focus.

Give it a few moments, then insert a tentacle into Kol like you did before.
No. 925927 ID: 7816e7
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Lay back for me, will you?”

Kol obliges, enjoying the view as she stretches out on top of him. Her fingers roll lovingly over the tent in his pants. “Lets get you out of there...” Casey slips Kol free and runs an eager hand up an down his length. “Mmm, looking good.” She takes an experimental taste and nods in approval.

No. 925928 ID: 7816e7
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An impish smile spreads across her face. “I’ve got an idea. Gabe, get closer.”

“Yes ma’am!” The Sender shuffles forward on his butt, until he’s sitting dick to dick with Kol. His hips roll gently with anticipation; a single drop of pent up lust drips between the two, spread thin by the twin shafts sliding against each other.

“Good, keep that up.” Casey twirls a finger and a thin loop of aura uncoils, wrapping itself around the frotting boys. A deft twist and it constricts, squeezing them together and slithering up and down their lengths.

“Ahn! Oh fuck, Case! That’s good!” Gabe gasps as his tip is kneaded against Kol’s. His hips buck into the grind and Kol groans in response.

No. 926126 ID: ac10e5

Well geez, don't leave her hanging there. A kiss and a bit of attention down below might be in order. When you two can stop panting and use your mouths properly anyway.
No. 926131 ID: 91ee5f

Casey, you mad woman! You’re not going to try and take both of them in the same hole, are you?!
No. 926149 ID: 7816e7
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Gabe squeaks, loving the sight of his partner’s cock caressing his. “Don’t just sit there, Kol. How about you show some appreciation?”

Kol wraps his arms around Casey’s waist and drags her backwards. The Binder gasps as her partner dives between her legs and laps hungrily at her folds. Casey’s knees go wobbly as Kol’s tongue slips inside her, trying to find shallow sensitive spots to tease. She manages to raise her hips and Kol withdraws to happily suck at her clit. As he does, he feels her thighs shuddering as drops of her salty satisfaction drip from his chin.

No. 926150 ID: 7816e7
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Casey’s breath heaves as she comes down from her peaks of pleasure and turns around. She pushes a strand of hair aside and kisses Kol deeply, tasting herself on his breath. Wordlessly immersed in her passion, Casey reaches between them and lines him up before sinking herself onto his cock.

Slowly riding her partner, Casey feels a soft pressure under her tail. She “mmph”s back at Gabe encouragingly as he sinks inside, savoring the sense of fullness. Her eyes roll back with bliss as the boys begin to rock carefully in and out; their shatfs taking turns thrusting in a gentle, coordinated fucking.

No. 926213 ID: 83bf07

Now that's what I call music teamwork! Keep it up, don't fizzle out until Case has had at least two!
No. 926332 ID: 6c7b8c

Yay, we got that butt stuffing! <3

...y'know, I think you should let Kol keep his jacket on throughout the whole lovemaking session. It somehow makes the whole thing even more adorable.
No. 926399 ID: 7816e7
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Together, Kol and Gabe build up speed, giving their partner a passionate double stuffing. Casey flops forward and hangs onto Kol’s chest as the pistoning cocks drive the breath out of her. Sandwiched between thrusting, happy lovers, her body surrenders to the push and pull of pleasure.

She reaches out a shaky hand to add her aura tentacles to the mix, but there’s simply too much fucking going on. Her eyes seeing stars, Casey lets out a long, drawn out “Fffff-uuuuck!” as the pair thrust in simultaneously and send an orgasm crashing through her like a rogue wave. Muscles clench in rhythmic concert, telling the boys that they’re doing a good job. They smile and bite their lips as they redouble their efforts, trying to push their lover over the edge once more.

Casey's whole body shivers as the rough fucking pushes her beyond her limits. She writhes in place, pinned between her lovers and feeling spread and stretched. The slap of Gabe's hips against her ass, the base of Kol's shaft grinding against her clit, the smell of sweat, and sound of hot breath above and below: everything comes together to send the Binder into another explosive, shuddering climax.

That one moment of perfect balance finds its end as the mice lock together and the boys finally reach their end. Tight and hot, Casey's body welcomes them as they bury their shafts and let go, feeling one another pulsing within her and separated by millimeters. Twin cocks fill her with white hot sprays of cum as clenching muscles desperately cry out for more. Everything dissolves into a grasping, sticky mess, where no one can tell where they one mouse starts and the other ends.

No. 926417 ID: e7848c

Fuck. That was a fucking fuckton of fucking. Fuck yeah.
You may proceed to melting into a messy mousey pile. Good job team.
No. 926515 ID: 6c7b8c


So good...

You may now proceed with some sweet cuddles to end the quest.
No. 926559 ID: 7816e7
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Exhausted and spent, the three spirit guides flop together in an intertwined tangle of limbs and tails. Gentle nuzzles bring each other closer as their hearts beat as one. Soft sighs and contented murmurs herald the onset of slumber, as the saviors of the city close their eyes.

End of epilogue...

No. 926570 ID: a9af05

I hate to ruin the mood, but did Casey take something to prevent getting pregnant?
No. 926647 ID: 6c7b8c


That is a good question actually. How *do* the people of Moot Point prevent such things?

Anyway, Chapter 7 was great! Can't wait to see what comes next <3
No. 926764 ID: 7816e7

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