>>33993765

You weren’t sure how you could see them all, as it looked like a haze, but you could make out immaculate details on each and every one of them, even without actively looking. Your head started to throb and so you looked away, trying to, once more, puzzle out where you were.

Something compelled you to look right, and you saw what seemed to be yourself, looking at yourself, looking at yourself…onward and onward until you were out of sight. “Guh,” you grunt, closing your eyes for a few seconds, counting to ten before opening them again.

Still white. Son of a bitch.

Your frown deepens. You have to get out of this…place, whatever it is, wherever it is. But you can’t do that just by staying here…at least you don’t think.

>Call for help
>Start wandering (specify direction or aimless)
>Double-check surroundings for clues
>Other (Write-in)

>>33993783
>>Double-check surroundings for clues

>>33993783
>>Double-check surroundings for clues

>Double-check surroundings for clues

>Double-check surroundings for clues

Seems we have a consensus. Writing.

>Double-check surroundings for clues

Okay. Okay. Let’s go over everything again. The ground leaves you with a great deal of a headache, as you can see your shadow, amplified hundreds of times over. To the right seems to be yourself stretching out endlessly...

You frown, looking down at your feet again. Despite the thudding in your skull, you are able to note something…interesting. The shadows to your immediate right appear slightly shorter than the other ones. Following them, you once more see yourself watching yourself on and on.

With your eyes moving back down, the ones on the left are definitely longer. It’s marginal, but you can definitely note that…which suddenly makes you curious as you look upward. Again, it’s white, but there’s something…watching you. At least you feel like it is. There’s no difference in the endless field of white, but much like the shadows, you can tell that something is, in fact there.

Tentatively, testing the waters, you take a step forward. Your shadows change a bit, and you nod slowly, noting that now the longest ones are now pointing still to the left…but slightly behind. Another step forward makes them point even further. “Okay. Still weird, but it’s something,” you murmur under your breath, turning your body to point towards the shadows main focal point. The shadows adjust to your new shape, but do not change- pointing straight ahead of you. Looking…you think you can see something in that direction, but it’s far.

>Follow the long shadows
>Go opposite, toward the endless reflections of yourself
>Call out for help
>Other (write-in)

>>33994187
>>Follow the long shadows

>>33994187
>Follow the long shadows
Though selfcest IS my fetish...

>>33994212
>>33994228

Long shadows it is.

>Though selfcest IS my fetish...
While an interesting thought, Alyara is unfortunately not that kind of girl.

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>Follow the long shadows

“That has to be it,” you murmur under your breath, having been talking mostly in whispers since this whole thing started. You weren’t sure, not wanting to talk louder, as if you would shatter this world like glass.

You knew (or were at least pretty sure) you weren’t dreaming as you pinched your arm, giving a small wince. Whatever this world is, it must have had something to do with where you were before…if only you could remember. Still, you followed the shadows, occasionally glancing down and correcting your course if necessary.

The small blemish on the horizon turned into a person as you drew closer- a girl with long scarlet hair, and a blue robe that barely covered her assets, bare at the shoulder. Something went off in your mind. You knew this girl, at least, you thought you did. Something about her made bells go off in your head as you approached.

She was currently speaking with something…translucent. You didn’t have a better word for it. There was something there, you were certain of it, but you couldn’t see it. It was like trying to see a shape in a cloud against a plain white sky, and it didn’t…work. You caught occasional glimpses of it, but it refused to be seen, no matter how hard you stared at it.

However, your approach signaled the girl and she turned to face you, confusion on her face as well for a few seconds before recognition started to move over her features.

“Alyara..?” she asked, her voice uncertain. Well, she knew your name. At least, you were pretty sure that was your name.

>”Amelia?”
>”Do I know you?”
>”What is…that?”
>Other (Write-in)

>>33994563
>>”Amelia?”
halp

>>33994563
>”Amelia?”

>>33994594
>>33994609

>Amelia?

Good. We recall her name. Let's hope she knows a way out of here. Writing~

>”Amelia?” +1 Amelia Relationship

You don’t know what possessed you to say that name, but that was the first name that fell from your lips as you looked at the woman in front of you. “Amelia, right?” you confirm, and the girl nods, and what feels like inexplicable relief runs through your entire body. “Where…where am I? Are we, I guess?”

The scarlet haired girl shook her head, frowning. “I don’t know. I don’t even really remember how I got here. I was just talking with-“ she spoke, before gesturing to that strange space near her, “with…this,” she finished lamely.

“I…don’t see anything. I know there’s something there, but I can’t see it,” you respond. The whole thing was incredibly bizarre, to you, but at least you found someone that you could talk to. And supposedly the two of you knew each other.

The Elementalist frowns, looking at the space, before back at you. “It’s…pretty plain as day, to me. I just don’t know what it is.” She paused, before looking back at it. You wait, patiently, as it seems that it’s communicating with her. “It’s the personification of the elemental spirits of the…world, I guess,” she translated, though she didn’t exactly appear to understand what it meant.

“O…kay?” you respond, and Amelia merely shrugs in response. “So…it represents Elementals…maybe that’s why you can see it? You’re an elemental mage, right?” you ask. You’re…not quite sure how you know that, but you do.

The girl blinks, looking back to the space, and then back to you, nodding. “Yeah. Yeah I am. Maybe,” she admits, though she doesn’t look entirely convinced. “It also says it can get us out of here, if we want to go.”

You glance at the space, before looking back to Amelia. You kind of did want to leave…but something else nagged at you. You had questions, but you didn’t know what they were.

[1/2]

Whitefog here. Computer randomly shut down and is not restarting. Hopefully will be back soon.

>>33995223
No problem, take your time.

>>33995069

Amelia could see something on your face, and gave a knowing nod. “I want to ask it things too, but I don’t know what.”

You give a small sigh of consternation as you look at the space that the creature was in before you looked back to Amelia. “So what should we do?” you ask, feeling a little helpless.

“You’re the leader, right?” As she said this, the same look that you felt on your face when you called her an elemental mage seemed to cross hers, and whatever else she had in mind seemed to fall short.

You…were the leader. Of something. Closing your eyes, you tried to remember, but there was nothing there. It was empty. But at the same time, you knew that you were, not just because she suggested it, but because it was true. “Yeah, but I don’t know of what,” you say, voicing your concerns aloud.

“Yeah…me either,” she admits, giving a half-frown.

It was incredibly frustrating, being able to talk to this…well, whatever it was, and possibly get some answers to questions that you had. But by that same token, you knew that you had to leave, also. Whatever you were the leader of, that was in danger, the longer you stayed in here.

But as Amelia said, you were the leader.

>Wait awhile, try to remember a little more by talking with Amelia
>Just leave, you could always come back
>Try to ask it why you don’t know things that you should
>Other (Write-in)

Really sorry about that. My video card has some issues. Second time it’s crashed recently. Might be time to look into getting a new one.

>>33995716
>>Wait awhile, try to remember a little more by talking with Amelia

>>33995716
>Try to ask it why you don't know things that you should

>Wait awhile, try to remember a little more by talking with Amelia
>Try to ask it why you don't know things that you should

Time for twenty questions. Writing it up

>Wait awhile, try to remember a little more by talking with Amelia
>Try to ask it why you don't know things that you should

Answers were important. There were things that you needed to know the answers to, and even if something else might be in danger, you felt like you could save more things by knowing these answers…assuming you could find the questions. “Does…does it know why we don’t know anything?” you ask, looking to Amelia.

The girl blinks, as if she hadn’t thought to ask that question. She turned, slightly, turning to look at the spatial distortion there, as if it were already speaking. You frown, wishing that you could at least hear it, if not see it. Or maybe see it. Something.

Eventually, Amelia turns back to look at you. “I can’t fully understand what it’s trying to say, but…we’re not all here, right now. Just a very small part of us is here. The rest of us is…somewhere else,” she finishes, frowning.

You scratch your head. That didn’t really help. It did, somewhat, you suppose, as it answered the question, and it let you realize that these ‘other things’ you were worried about were probably there. Where the rest of you was. “Okay…so we’re only partly here. Where’s the rest of us?”

Amelia shakes her head. “I don’t…really know. I don’t remember,” she admits. “I got lost in the moment, talking to it. I’m trying to remember what we were doing before we got here, but I don’t…I don’t remember.”

You frown again, before looking around here. There still wasn’t anything that triggered any memories. What were you doing before this? You led…something, and she was an elemental mage. Problem was, you didn’t even know what either of those things meant. “So we were together, before we got here, right?” you ask, and Amelia gives an agreeing nod. “Okay. That’s a start. That’s something. We can work with that…probably.”

[1/2]

You begin to pace a bit, wandering back and forth as you try to recall something from where you were before.

Amelia watches on, occasionally looking back at the distortion, and murmuring a few things in response. You don’t pay much attention; it’s about her family, and how they are. That sort of thing.

You blink, looking back at her. “Wait. Your family. That’s what you’re talking about?” you ask, and she nods. “Where are they from? Do you remember?”

A finger moves to her lips, and she taps it a few times. “It’s right on the tip of my tongue, but I don’t remember. I know I have them, though. Mother and father and my uncle. I’m an only child.”

Her uncle. Something flares in the back of your mind then…horses.

Horses?

You need to put something together, as loose as it might be as your gaze moves from the shadows at your feet to the girl. “Something about horses,” you say, at a loss.

“My…uncle raises them. For the Knights,” she says, not really understanding the significance of her words, at first. And then it dawns. “The Knights! The Dremnar Knights!” she exclaims, clapping her hands together. “Dremnar! That’s where we’re from!”

You nod. That’s right. “Okay. I remember your uncle so I must have met him. Were we going somewhere?” This was the most frustrating thing, and you couldn’t help but to grind your teeth as you looked at her, trying to get something.

“We must have been. But we don’t have them now. Not…that I would imagine they could come in here, wherever we are.” She shakes her head. “I don’t remember anything more than that.”

You’re close. You know you’re close. But the worry that was in your chest before has started to expand. You’re not sure why, but you bet sure as shit it has something to do with the questions you want to ask.

>Keep figuring it out. You need to know.
>You’re worried for a reason, let’s bail.
>Other (write-in)

>>33996650
>Keep figuring it out. You need to know.

>>33996650
>Keep figuring it out. You need to know.
If we figure out most of what we are, maybe we can learn something new while we're in here.

>>33996790
Yup. Let's just hope nothing too bad happens while we're doing it, though.

Don't worry friends, we're close to a breakthrough.

Writing it up!

>Keep figuring it out. You need to know.

The Dremnar Knights.

That was your key, you knew it was. The horses had just been a way to get here- they weren’t important. You closed your eyes, trying to remember something about them. “Why can’t we remember?” you ask after a moment, groaning.

“Maybe…they weren’t that important to us?” Amelia responds, her voice questioning. “Maybe they were just sort of…there?” She shakes her head. “I think my family also works with them, but I don’t…I don’t know why.”

You try to think back to your own family. Maybe there was something there you could use. As soon as you try to pry those thoughts from your mind, you get a flash. The scent of burning wood fills your nostrils, and screams fill your ears.

Barbarians.

“The barbarians…” you whisper, and Amelia’s eyes widen. “The Knights keep us safe from them. We’re...we’re trying to do that too,” you say. You turn then, to the distortion. “What are the barbarians? Where do they come from?” you ask it, your voice intermixed with both anger and fear.

Amelia looks at it for a moment, before turning to you. “They are…” she begins, before her own eyes widen, “from beyond the Fog.”

The white around you begins to dim slightly, and now you can see that it’s not a white room that you’re in, but one filled with white fog. Panic grips your heart and your breathing quickens. The Fog; how could you have forgotten that? Still, it doesn’t seem like there’s anything happening, even though Amelia seems to be shaken to her core.

You remain calm (or as calm as you can be). “What’s the Fog?” you demand. “Why is it here?”

Amelia doesn’t react at first, and you move to wake her before she looks back up at you, having fallen to her knees. “It…protects us..?” she answers, once more confused by the answer. “From the world beyond.”

[1/2]

The world beyond? There…was a world beyond the Fog?

“Alyara, we can’t stay here,” Amelia speaks, her voice high, and tight with emotion. “It says that we’re losing ourselves, here. The more we remember, the less of ourselves is left. If we don’t leave now…”

There were so many questions flooding into your mind, now. But you knew Amelia was right. You had to go. You had to get out. If you stayed any longer…wherever you were, you would lose yourself. You didn’t know if that would turn you into the very barbarians you fought against, or if it was even worse than that.

>Alyara…

The voice was faint, but you heard it as you turned, looking back over your shoulder. “Alyara, we have to go. I’m going- are you coming too?” she asked, extending her hand out to you.

>Alyara..!

The voice was…masculine. Definitely male. And it was very familiar, somehow. Not all of your memories had returned, but this one seemed like it could be one that might be important.

“Alyara, come on!” Amelia cried, trying to grab your hand. The panic in her voice was tangible, and you listened to the voice again, as it seemed to make you remember another time, long before this.

Amelia was trying desperately to take your hand as her body began to fade away.

>Alyara!

Your eyes suddenly open wide- you knew that voice. It was your father’s voice. Were you…on the veil of death? Was the rest of your family here?

“ALY!” Amelia cried, and you turned to look back at her. You knew you should go- but part of you wanted to stay, to be with your family again that had been taken all those years ago.

>Take her hand and leave- you can’t stay here.
>Stay with the voice. Your father’s voice.
>Other (Write-in)

>>33997535
>Take her hand and leave- you can't stay here.

>>33997535
>>Take her hand and leave- you can’t stay here.

>>33997535
>Take her hand and leave- you can’t stay here.
I think this one is the obvious choice.

>>33997535
>Take her hand and leave- you can’t stay here.
sorry daddy
it's time to be lewd

>>33997626
>>33997635
>>33997698

Yeah. I'm sick of this place too. Let's get out.

Writing!

>>33997901
W-With who?

>>33997945
We're holding Amelia's hand, anon.

>>33998014
I hope she notices it, gets all tsundere with us and then we say something smart about it

>Take her hand and leave- you can’t stay here.

Despite the desperation in you, knowing that your family was just…a few minutes away, if that, you nod at Amelia, taking her hand. You close your eyes as the world seems to implode around you, murmuring a soft “I’m sorry,” before everything goes black.

“Aly!”

The voice belongs to Trelthar, and you give a small grunt as you sit up. Your head is pounding- it feels like you were struck with a hammer. Every pulse of your heartbeat sends waves of agony through your skull, and you have to actually grip the blankets a bit, lest your nails bite into your palm. Suddenly, Trel’s arms are around you, and while normally you would be embarrassed, you’re in too much pain to comment on it. “Trel…get off…” you grunt.

He pulls back, not at all upset as he looks at you, making sure that you are, in fact, okay. “Vrand and I didn’t know what to do. You and Amelia just…walked into that thing and-“ he begins, rambling.

You hold up a hand. Or try to. You look down and realize that you’ve still got Amelia’s hand in yours. The girl looks like she’s been through hell, and you’re certain that you, too, look the same. Her eyes hold the thousand-yard stare as she looks to the far wall. She has your hand held, and tightly.

So, you hold up the other hand, cutting Trel off. “My head is pounding,” you explain, but make a motion for him to continue. “Quieter, please.”

“O-okay…sorry,” he says, looking over to Vrand, who is trying to get Amelia to talk, before his gaze comes back to you. “Anyway…you both went toward that gem, before you just…fell over. Whoever you must have seen before came back and when…it…saw us, it flipped out, but brought us in here.”

You look up, realizing that you were in a small room. Amelia’s still clutching your hand tightly. Trel and Vrand both look nervous as all hell, and you have a splitting headache.

What a day.

[1/2]

You need to get everything sorted out, and there are a lot of things to sort, right now. You exhale, your emerald eyes taking an inventory of everything that needs to be addressed before nodding to yourself, immediately groaning from the pain.

Okay. What’s first?

>Try to get Amelia to snap out of it…and let go of your hand.
>Try to alleviate your headache
>Find out exactly /where/ you are.
>Find out why Vrand and Trel are so nervous- they must be hiding something.
>Other (Write-in)

>>33998241
>Find out why Vrand and Trel are so nervous- they must be hiding something.

>>33998241
>Try to get Amelia to snap out of it

>>33998241
>Try to get Amelia to snap out of it…

>>33998276
Actually yeah, changed my mind.
>Try to get Amelia to snap out of it

>>33998280
>>33998293
>>33998330

I see what you all did there...

Writing!

>Try to get Amelia to snap out of it

You look over to Amelia, giving a small frown. She’s definitely out of it, right now, but you need to know if she remembers the same things that you do. Or if she had some other nightmarish dream. “How long has she been like that?” you ask, looking at Trelthar. You don’t bother to stand up- she still has a deathgrip on your hand.

“She woke up a minute or so before you did,” Trel responds, looking to her before his eyes come back to you. “Don’t know why but she’s just been…staring.” He grunts. “What the hell happened, anyway?” he asks.

You glance back to him. “That’s what I’m trying to find out.” You move a bit- she seems willing to move, just not let go of your hand. “Anything trigger her at all?” you ask of Vrand, as you assume he’d been watching over her.

He shakes his head. “No. Once she woke up she sat bolt upright and has just been…staring at the wall.” He frowns, before he exchanges a look with Trel. “You want to talk about what happened, or…”

“Just…give me a sec. Amelia was there too. I want to know if she remembers anything at all. Otherwise if we had two separate dreams, I don’t know how much stock I’d put in mine.” You frown as you look back over to her. “Amelia, hey,” you speak, snapping fingers in front of her face. She blinks, at least, but doesn’t really respond.

“I don’t know where her brain is,” Vrand says with a frown. “She’s just not responding.”

[1/2]

You wave your hand in front of her face a few times, not earning much of a response. Frowning, you look down to your free hand, and back to her. She’s an elemental mage, and that…thing mentioned that it was something to do with elementals. It was a longshot, but it couldn’t hurt.

Bringing your hand up, you focus, before letting a burst of flame show up in front of her face. That gets a reaction. Her pupils contract, and she gives a small startled breath as she looks around, from Vrand, to you, and then Trel…before coming back to you. “Aly!” she calls, releasing your hand long enough to throw her arms around you.

You blink, not entirely sure what’s going on. Not only did she call you by your nickname (again,) but now she had her arms around you. And you honestly had no idea how to react. Vrand gave a small cough, nodding at her. Glancing at Trel, the male had a hand over his mouth, seeming to stifle laughter at your predicament.

None of them knew her particularly well, but the two of you had (probably) shared a relatively unique experience.

…But now what do you do?

>Extricate yourself and find out what happened
>Return the embrace
>Get help from Trel and/or Vrand
>Other (Write-in)

>>33998788
>>Return the embrace and find out what happened

>>33998788
>Return the embrace
>Other (Write-in): Ask her about the dream.

>>33998788
>Return the embrace

>>Return the embrace and find out what happened/ask about the dream

Writing it up! Trel will be offended that /he/ didn't get a hug back.

>>33999156
He doesn't need a hug

>Return the embrace and find out what happened/ask about the dream +2 Amelia Relationship

Taking Vrand’s hint, you gingerly put your arms around the girl’s shoulders, pulling her against you. “Hey, Amelia. It’s okay. We’re okay,” you whisper, trying to be soothing, despite the fact that you have no idea what you’re doing.

“Oh I see how it is,” Trel comments from the side. “I hug you and you push me away. But when Amelia does it, you hug her back. I never pegged you for that, Aly,” he said, giving you a wink in response to your glare.

Amelia, however, doesn’t even seem to hear him as she clings to you, as if for dear life. You pat her gently on the back, slightly uncomfortable but not enough to say anything to her- the girl was obviously shell-shocked. “Come on, Amelia…you’re okay now,” you whisper again.

Suddenly, the girl retracts, as if she suddenly became aware of what she was doing. Her face is as red as her hair as she folds her hand in her lap. “S-sorry, Alyara,” she speaks, the embarrassment seeming to affect her speech a bit. “I was just…surprised,” she mumbles.

You chuckle, brushing the whole thing off as you give her shoulder a small squeeze. “I’m sure that’s all it was,” you respond, in the tone of voice letting her know that you really /didn’t/ think that, but you left it at that, not wanting to push her too far. She was upset, you were upset, it was natural, you supposed. You were just better at keeping it inside. “Anyway, did you-“ you begin.

“Yes,” she interjects, even before you can complete your thought. “I didn’t know if you remembered either, but I saw it all. I remember it all,” she says, and you exhale.

“So the barbarians…and the Fog?” you ask, and she nods.

“Wait, woah woah wait. Woah. What?” Trel speaks up, looking between the two of you. “What about the Fog?”

[1/2]

You give a small sigh as you rub one of your eyes, the pulsing headache seeming to hammer behind your vision. You wish it would just go away, but it hasn’t yet, and it’s making it a little harder to think. You wonder, absently, if Amelia has a headache too before you glance back at Trelthar.

You explain the events of the conjoined dream, from start to finish. Amelia offers her own viewpoint that she simply awoke right near the serpent (which was apparently what she saw). Thinking on it now, she believes that, in retrospect, it was waiting for you to show up.

Trelthar gives a g runt, but says nothing in response. Vrand, however, offers his opinion. “I…don’t know for sure, but I have seen some old books in the library that mention the world. When they talk about it, it had always seemed so much larger than the maps we have. I always just assumed that it was something of a difference of opinion, or they had thought the world was bigger than it was, but…” he trails off.

“Well if that’s the case, we need to tell the Knights,” Trel says, looking at you. “If the Fog isn’t a bad thing, maybe we can find a way to use it. Against the barbarians or something and go outside it.”

“But that thing said the Fog was protecting us from the outside world. Why would we go outside of that?” Amelia asked, frowning as she looked over at Trel.

“If we can get rid of the Fog, we get rid of the barbarians. It’s simple.” You weren’t so sure it was.

“We’ll talk about this later,” you interject, not wanting to break down into an argument right here. There were other things to figure out. Amelia seems okay for the time being, if a little jumpy. What's next...

>Try to alleviate your headache
>Find out exactly /where/ you are.
>Find out why Vrand and Trel are so nervous.
>Other (Write-in)

>>33999460
>Find out why Vrand and Trel are so nervous.

>>33999460
>Find out why Vrand and Trel are so nervous.
They didn't hire us out as prostitutes, did they?
Or worse, maids?

>>33999460
>Find out exactly /where/ you are.
>Find out why Vrand and Trel are so nervous.

>Find out why Vrand and Trel are so nervous.
>Find out exactly /where/ you are.

>>33999562
I certainly hope not...

>Find out why Vrand and Trel are so nervous.
>Find out exactly /where/ you are.

You look back over to Trel, who looks a little glum at being told to stop arguing. “So now that Amelia’s okay…where the hell are we again?” you ask.

He and Vrand exchange glances, causing you to look at them both with suspicion. “Well…” Trel begins, scratching the back of his head. “It’s…well,” he tries again, with the same amount of success. “We’re in that thing’s home. Sort of. The door’s locked,” he says, nodding towards it. “I don’t know how long, or why, it plans to keep us here.”

You blink, looking back to Vrand. “Okay. We’ll cross that bridge in a minute. What…is it?” you ask, figuring Vrand would have a better answer than Trel.

“I…I think it was an elf, Aly,” he responds, frowning.

You stare. “A what?” Elves were mythological, as far as you knew. Elves, dwarves, goblins, the whole nine yards. Monsters and all that were just fairy tales.

“You know…tall, thin, pointy ears. Elf. He called himself the Crystal Keeper. And when he saw you two knocked out, he brought us all here.”

You exhale, the pounding in your head even worse than it had been a moment ago. “Okay and…so,” you try, sounding much like Trel. “Okay,” you try again, “so this…’elf’ locks us in here. Doesn’t say why. Doesn’t say for how long. How long have we been in here?”

“A few hours, by my count,” Trel responds. That would put it at night…the Mist would be near.

“Do we know anything about him?” You ask, and they shake their heads in response. Great. “Has anyone tried…calling for him?”

Vrand nods. “I tried, to see if he could tell my why my Spiritual magic wasn’t working. I tried to use it on you two to wake you up but it’s just not working.” You frown, and try to use some yourself. You can feel its presence, but as Vrand says, it simply…does not work.

[1/2]

“So…what do we do?” Amelia asks, her voice low. “We’ve got to get out of here. I don’t know what’s going on, but we can’t stay in here.”

You look at her, feeling for her. She was a spoiled brat, that much you knew, and all of this was getting to her. But by the same token, you weren’t sure about leaving. It definitely wouldn’t be a bad idea, because you had to get back. There were all kinds of things you had to report. The entrance to this cave was well-hidden, but not so much that you couldn’t find it. How had none of the Knights noticed it before?

“I’m with Amy,” Trel spoke, often giving nicknames to make talking less difficult. “I say we get the hell out.”

Vrand frowns. “If…that man is indeed an Elf, he can answer all kinds of questions. I just don’t know how to…ask him. It seems rude.”

“So’s locking us up,” Trel grunted.

They turn to look at you, and you sigh, giving a nod as you massage the bridge of your nose. You were the leader, after all…

>Find a way out (+1 Amelia/Trel relationship)
>Find a way to talk to the Elf (+1 Vrand relationship)
>Other (Write-in)

>>34000058
>Find a way out (+1 Amelia/Trel relationship)

>>34000058
>Find a way to talk to the Elf (+1 Vrand relationship)
>Other (Write-in): Try and reason with Amelia and Trel that breaking out of this guy's house could put us in more danger because of the advancing Fog.

>>34000058
this >>34000148
I was going to type out something basically identical anyway.

>>34000148
>>34000176

Sounds good to me. Writing!

>>34000058
>Find a way to talk to the Elf (+1 Vrand relationship)
More ancient knowledge go!

>Find a way to talk to the Elf (+1 Vrand relationship)
>Other (Write-in): Try and reason with Amelia and Trel that breaking out of this guy's house could put us in more danger because of the advancing Fog.

“Trel, you said it had been a few hours?” you ask, looking at him. The male nodded. You exhale slowly- that was rapidly becoming your stress release. “I think we should stay,” you decide, and Trel stands, looking a little ticked off. Amelia looks away. “Look. It’s close to evening. The Fog is going to be everywhere, out there. If we go, we’re probably going to…well, die, or something worse,” you add, your voice falling a bit at the end.

Vrand steps forward. “Alyara’s right,” he says, giving you some much-needed backup. “If the Fog is out there, that’s going to be far more dangerous than some guy in here. There’s four of us.”

Trel gives a grunt, but nods. “Yeah. All right. I’d rather chance just one guy than who knows how many barbarians.” Amelia doesn’t say anything, but nods quietly.

You nod. Okay. That wasn’t too bad. Now it was just time for you to figure out what to do from here. The Elf didn’t answer Vrand, from what he’d said...but maybe he’d talk to you? It was worth a shot, at least.

That or you could just…wait. Honestly if he was doing something else, that might be the best call anyway. You frown, looking back at the others.

>Try to see if the Elf will answer you
>Just wait (and probably rest)
>Other (Write-in)

>>34000572
>Try to see if the Elf will answer you
This, but don't just call him "elf".

>>34000611
Agreed, voting for this as well

We'll see if the Elf answers. Next reply will be the last for the night. I unfortunately have work tomorrow.

Writing!

>>34000572
>Try to see if the Elf will answer you
>>34000611
Yeah. 'Mister Keeper' might work. Or just 'Keeper' if we don't want to come across all adorable.

>Try to see if the Elf will answer you, but don't just call him "elf".

You glance back to the door. It couldn’t hurt to see if he’d at least talk to you. You exhale a bit, before moving forward, rapping on the door. “Um…sir?” you call out, not even sure if your voice will carry far enough for him to be heard. “Mister…Crystal Keeper…sir?” you call out again, remembering his title from Vrand. “We were just…wondering if we could come out?”

There was silence for several seconds, and you frown, not sure if your voice could even reach him. As you drew in breath to try again, a voice came through. “Not now.” The voice was quiet, soft, and you hadn’t even heard him approach the door.

“Why not?” you ask, honestly curious.

“The Fog runs through these halls. Your bodies cannot handle it, or so our research suggests. The room you are in is warded. I will fetch you in the morning.”

That raised…so many more questions than it answered. You opened your mouth to speak before not being sure what you were going to say. You exhaled, before trying once more. “Mister…uh…Keeper?” you ask, seeing if you can get permission to ask something further.

“Astaris is my name,” he speaks, and you get the impression that he is quite short on patience.

“Ah, Astaris, then. Where are we? I appreciate you keeping us safe from the Fog, but…what is this place? How did this get here?”

There was silence for a brief second before he answered. “The questions you have are many. I will answer them. Tomorrow. Rest now. You will need your strength.”

Though you couldn’t hear him, the dismissal in his tone made it obvious he was gone.

“Guy’s a jerk,” Trel muttered.

“I want to go home,” Amelia whimpered.

“I can’t wait for tomorrow,” Vrand added, eyes dancing.

You sigh. “Let’s…just get some rest. We’ll figure out what to do tomorrow…”

>>34001043
[x] cuddle Amelia

>>34000873
Thanks for running!

Thank you so much for coming, everyone! Again, I apologize about the initial computer issues.

now that a ton of things are happening, I'm considering getting one of those...ask.fm things that I see a few other QMs have?

That or I'll wait for Quest 5 and make it something pertaining to that. I don't know.

>>34001076
I will keep that in mind for the next thread's start

>>34001080
Thank you for coming!

>>34001043
Yeah, tonight was cool! Thanks for running, looking forward to next time.

>>34001097
Of course! I appreciate you playing!

I'm always up for critique as well, so if there's something that works or doesn't, let me know so I can adjust my QMing style

>>34001127
Nope, seems fine to me.
Although, it'd be nice if you could give like, a day's warning as to when you're going to run. I almost missed tonight because I hadn't checked until like, right as you started.

>>34001143
Cool cool.

And yes, I can do so. It's normally Friday evening, starting between 8-9pm EST. But I can toss up a few alerts on Twitter. 24-hour and 8-hour (when I start my workday) notice as well.

>>34001225
Cool, sounds good. Alright, I should head to sleep too. 'Night, good session tonight.

>>34001043
>Can't resist the fog
>Magic isn't working
>Crystal Keeper
>Fog mutates people.
>In an unfamiliar room

...For some reason I don't think we are in Kansas anymore.

Just got back when the thread ended, but I look forward to the next time you run!

>>33993765
Where are quest 2 and 3?