>>39388285
>>Follow his commands, pretending to be a representative.
yolo.

>>39388285
>Follow his commands, pretending to be a representative.
>Act relieved, having had trouble finding the right authority since we got lost?

Hello everyone!

>>39388357
>yolo.
No retcons in real life~
>>39388464
Fake it 'till you make it.

>Writing

I gotta go, so I suggest that we're, well, a stand-in. Some unfortunate.....complications....happened, and thus a different representative had to be sent. New. Inexperienced.

It's good to have a blend and truth and fiction, but I don't know if this would go over well in another realm with different norms.

>>39388652
I just got here, missed the first vote, and I suggest we drop the lie as soon as we're out of eyesight.

>>39388521

How can you say no to being on the inside of this realm’s trial of the century?

You sigh in relief. “I’m not quite used to this city yet…” You walk to the robed figure. “I thought I’d never find the right place in time. Thank you.”

He seems slightly taken aback by your demeanor, but you promptly walk past him and toward the looming head that’s to be your transport.

A figure atop the creature begins to lower a small rope ladder for you to ascend.

You wave your hand dismissively. “No need.” You swiftly fly yourself to the top, and elegantly land into a padded seat next to the person who was fiddling with the ladder, and across two other diplomats.

Although the shapes and sizes of their bodies vary to some degree, they all are dressed in the same flowing black robes, leaving your unclothed self, sticking out immensely. You tighten your wings close to your body and hold your dagger in your lap.

They all nod and greet you, which you only return with a polite smile. No need to get into any unneeded conversation just yet.

After confirming that you’re well-secured, the red officiator at the front begins the procession once again.

The ride is a bumpy one, with pounding music to mimic the excited beating occurring in your chest. Your palms tingle as you peer out to the sides of the march, even taking time to wave back to animated pedestrians.

You may have put yourself into something quite large here.

[1/2]

>>39389428

After a few short minutes of listening to idle gossip about absent diplomats, you stop in front of a great stone building with many dauntingly large statues of various creatures all holding unique weapons.

Even with all the people who were part of the strange parade, very few actually move to enter the building. The four diplomats, including yourself, and about a dozen guards all escorting a tall figure covered by a very large inscribed sheet, and bound with heavy shackles.

That must be this Grievermillion you've been hearing about.

Upon entering, you’re given a black leather sheathe for your dagger, and are then escorted to a strangely decorated waiting room with the other diplomats.

The trial will begin promptly.

You keep to yourself as the others discuss various politics of this city, the conversation gets quite heated.

“We can’t stop dumping our waste into their plane! Will be knee deep in shit in a few short weeks.” The smallest of the three argues.

“The war won’t take that long to end if we do so.” The owner of the voice takes a sip of a drink. “Starve the grubs out.”

“They lived for eons perfectly fine before we started the dumping there. Stopping won’t work, and this city is too big now to do anything else!” The third diplomat chimes in.

The three voices are all quiet to ponder the matter hand.

“You’re awfully quiet. What would you suggest, madam?” One of the voices calls over to you as you had begun to inspect what you had hoped is a fruit of some sort.

Heavy sewage disposal is not a field you’re well versed in, nor are you entirely sure if you should be as the diplomat you are.

>Tell them they should keep dumping it into their enemy’s plane.

>Tell them they should find a new place to dump it.

>Say you want to hear nothing more on the disposal of fecal matter.

>Write in.

>>39389473
>Tell them they should keep dumping it into their enemy’s plane.
fuck those losers

>>39389473
>>Tell them they should find a new place to dump it.
Or simply Render it down into it's base components and repurpose them.

>>39389473
>Tell them they should keep dumping it into their enemy's plane.
Kinda gross that they eat shit though

>>39389540
>>39389626
Can't stop now.

>Writing~

>>39389473
Hey, ocuult quest!
>Tell them they should keep dumping it into their enemy’s plane.
Ride along...
No sudden movements.

>>39390018
Hello there!

>>39389663

You’ve come this far, why not start meddling with high level politics?

You take only a brief moment to collect yourself from the surprise. “Keep dumping it. Having to wade through waste back home will ruin the morale of the war effort.” You answer confidently. “That will certainly end your war in a way you wouldn’t prefer.”

One of them chuckles in delight. “Well said! I know how I’ll vote next meeting.”

“What does a Caelumnite know about this anyway…” The one who proposed to stop the whole thing grumbles under his breath.

“Now, now. Though their reign over this plane is long over, Kyraen’Asils is likely governed just the same.” The third interjects to diffuse the any potential conflict.

Your hands shake with how much you just want to throttle them for answers. Caelumnite? Is that the species of creatures that your form looks like?

“Representatives?” An old clerk pokes his head into the room before you can think on the matter any further. “It’s time.” He leaves without another word.

“Let’s get this started shall we?” The three of them head out with you in tow, tightly clutching your dagger for a sense of security.

[1/2]

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>>39390471

~

The four of you sit flanking a large throne made entirely out of the bones of many different creatures, flesh still hanging from a few of them.

You’re actually close enough to touch it, but you’d rather not.

The courtroom is massive, with many violent works of art painted on the walls. A large pond of blood separates where you sit from the rest of the room.

You watch as dozen of wealthy civilians, all dressed in fine clothing, file in to be part of the audience. When the guards holding the particularly large weapons walk in with the still shrouded prisoner, you know the trial is about to begin.

“RISE!” A voice shouts demandingly, causing you to jump to your feet.

A towering figure marches into the completely silent room, his body is like that of an extremely muscular man only several times larger. His head is skull of dancing shadows, with two beady white dots for eyes.

He sits in the throne next to you, the steady rise and fall of his chest visible from where you sit.

You and everyone else in the room sit down immediately after, leaving only the guards and Grivermillion standing.

Then he is revealed.

A massive red demon is shocked by the sudden light. Several rune circles surround him, perhaps to bind his movement. A fascinating ability, which you must look into.

When his eyes finally do focus, he stops them on you.

The look on his face tells you that he somehow instantly recognizes some aspect of you. “Impossible…” His voice, while hoarse, still manages to fill the room.

Looking into his eyes instantly stirs up an unexplained feeling of familiarity. Why do you feel like you’ve met him before?

This could be bad, already several people are looking between you and him. Trying to reason out his utterance.

>Remain calm and seated.

>Politely excuse yourself.

>Get out of there as quickly as you can.

>Write in.

>>39390509
>Remain calm and seated.
Touch our dagger stealthily see if it's reacting.

>>39390509
>Politely excuse yourself.
Got to get the hell away from here as quickly as you can.

Rolled 2 (1d2)

Tie-breaking roll
>>39390572
1
>>39390630
2

>Writing the winner

>>39390509
>Remain calm and seated.
No. Sudden. Movements.

>>39390630
Well now we're even more suspicious and learn nothing, smart move anon.

>>39390630
Now we are more strange then ever .
nice job anon.

Rolled 2 (1d2)

>>39390749

If he’s somehow able to divine who you really are, then getting out of here should be your first priority. But how can you get leave without looking suspicious?

You clutch your stomach and wince in pain. “I can’t look at him without feeling sick. Please, excuse me.” You shakily rise to your feet.

Now to sell it.

You begin to collapse to the side, firmly holding onto the dagger to reel in your natural instinct to break your fall.

You shut your eyes tightly, but unexpectedly you don’t actually reach the ground.

Many gasps sound out from the crowd as you are caught by the large being that was sitting in the throne.

His small and intense eyes stare directly into your own panicked pair. “Come get her.” He barks his order to the nearest guard and then pulls you to your feet.

The guard carefully secures your arm in his own, and helps you out of the courtroom.

The judge’s booming voice fades as you walk further and further away. “Grivermillion, you are accused of the traitorous acts of…”

[1/2]

>>39391639

You are slowly walked to the entrance of the building. “Are you alright, miss?”

You take a deep breath as if slowly recovering from some trauma. “I’ll be fine…just need some fresh air.”

He nods and anxiously looks behind himself to the courtroom. His long hair pokes out of his helmet in someplace.

“Go on. You don’t want to miss anything.” You nod back to the room. “If they ask, tell them I forced you to leave me alone.”

He quickly straightens out and then bows to you. “Thank you, miss.” And then begins to march back to the courtroom.

“Be sure to pay close attention…” You call out after him. “I might want to learn more about what happened, and maybe more about you…”

He trips over his own feet, but quickly recovers and scrambles back into the room, exactly the reaction you expected him to have.

You step out of the building and look up to the sky. Even though that whole thing didn’t go as planned, it doesn’t mean your investigation into this realm ends here.

Far from it.

You take off with your magnificent wings, headed toward the portal, headed toward home.

~

Once you finish washing the dried blood off your pale skin, the sun has already begun to turn the horizon a dark shade of blue.

Amazingly, you’re not tired in the slightest, but you still head to bed anyway in preparation for the long day you have planned.

Although, there is something you need to take care of first…

The familiar feeling of your cloak on your bare skin gets your mind racing with possibilities.

Several voices whisper to you this time. “You’ve learned much…Control what you gained…”

The voices only confirm what you already know. The first time delving into the inner realm is likely to be one of the largest gains of knowledge, you’ll ever have. Now the question is, where to apply all of it?

>Delving (Level too high for vote without specific write in.)

>Pyromancy.

>Necromancy.

>Write in.

>>39391675

>Delving (Level too high for vote without specific write in.)
The control and manipulation of my form and magic in this plane and all others.

>>39391675
>Delving (Level too high for vote without specific write in.)
try to know about ourself as in the other relam.
and... the way to project it's powers out here.
>captcha:ingud
yeah, I know.

>>39391675
>Write in.
Learn more about the sealing magic around grievermillion.

>>39391675
>delving
How to bring back fuckhuge monsters

>>39391720
>>39391743
These two are basically the same thing, so...

>Writing~

>>39391808
>not controlling monster
Sayu already can summon them remember?

>>39391754
We'd have to learn basic binding first.

>>39391867
This guy gets it

>>39391861

Immediately your mind recalls the feeling of sheer power you had while transformed in the inner realm.

If you could invoke the power of that form in this realm then the possibi-

The voices in your head turn to frantic screaming as you collapse to the ground in an intense fit of coughing.

There’s no fantastic swarm of visions to point you to the truth, only the sight of your body breaking fills your mind, and you most certainly feel what you’re seeing as well.

In between wincing wretches of pain, you see blood shooting out of your mouth repeatedly.

The sight fades, you can’t keep your eyes open, your torso feels like it’s bursting, and you’re drowning. Literally drowning on your own blood, but only then, when the form you see in your mind begins to crack, does the pain stop....


After a long time you finally stand, and rise beyond the pool of blood you lie in.

Something presses against your back, you feel its urge to drink the air held completely back by the cloak around you.

You throw the dark shroud aside, and peer at your nude self in the mirror for what feels like the first time.

[1/2]

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>>39392552

Silver hair hangs around your head messily as you stare at the unfamiliar pair of vivid red eyes. Two precious rubies reflected for all their brilliance even in this dingy mirror.

Not to be shown up, your two crimson wings shoot out and fill up your room, like an exotic bird stuck in a cage. They surround your delicately pale skin, contrasting and exemplifying the beauty in both of them.

You astutely note that you’re not any taller, nor do you feel any energy coursing through your limbs, so you’re currently on par with your outer realm form.

Now for main event. You invoke your flame.

The vicious flame washes your whole room in its brilliant blue light. It hungrily consumes the air around, burning hotter than any flame you’ve ever conjured before in this realm.
You quickly snuff it, realizing that such an intense creation should not be called upon in such a vulnerable place.

All the same, you grin madly, fixing your hair so that it clear from your face. Fondly looking over the entirety of your new form, you begin to sympathize a bit more with Marissa.

Although, you are a bit more practical than her, so perhaps some restraint should be employed. A strange type of sadness comes over you as you think about altering this form.

Choose one from each category.

>Wings/No wings.

>Silver hair/Normal hair

>Ruby eyes/Normal eyes.

>Pale skin/Slightly less pale skin…

>Write in.

>>39392605
All transformed options. Rise beyond our true self

>>39392605
>No wings
>normal hair
>ruby eyes
>pale skin
Good mix and while weird not oh my god wtf weird.

>>39392648
Great way to get spotted and remembered anon. Not a good thing and indicative of a lack of control

>>39392605
>No wings
>Silver hair
>Ruby eyes
>Pale skin
We could use it as a separate identity if we do things right.

>>39392648
Alirght fine
Change to
>Everything but wings.

>>39392605
All transformed options.

>>39392605
If we choose to restrain something right now, then are we forever forbidden to bring it out again?
If so, all of it.
if not? Pull it back in, until needed

>>39392767
Transforming back and forth will be as strenuous as it was your first time. So not easy to do on the go.

>>39392650
>>39392677
>>39392721
>>39392755
>>39392767

Looking like all options except for the wings.

>Writing~

>>39392801
Wait can you clarify? Do parts of this form get applied to our original body, save for the ones we altered, or does our original body remain unchanged, and this form that we can switch to is altered?

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>>39392851
I must know of this too. Permenant changes should be warned at first, if it us, my choice will change drastically.
>>39392801
>Transforming back and forth will be as strenuous as it was your first time. So not easy to do on the go.
Will it get easier if we become more knowledgeable about it? You know, like marissa did.
also she looks real good in that form. I have a thing with wings, but needs must be subdues for the quest!

>>39392851
The forms are interchangeable, meaning that at any point, you can change completely back to your human form, completely to this form, or a different mix of the two.

Please, ask more questions if this wasn't enough to clarify.

>>39392911
You will get more used to it. But keep in mind that what Marissa is experiencing might not be the same as you...

>>39392948
If we can change back and forth I'd actually like to keep everything. I thought that this was a permanent change to how we always looked.

>>39392968
We can change but apparently it hurts like a bitch and takes a while. Much harder to manage or deal with Than Marissa's shadow things.

>>39392948
Thanks for the clarification, Auri.
my choise remains unchanged.
This one:>>39392767

Okayy, now that everything has hopefully been clarified. I will be holding a revote in a few minutes. Same options, but only five minutes to vote this time, to facilitate the process. Please be ready!

>>39393041
This is true, so please keep this in mind while you vote!


Choose one from each category.

>Wings/No wings.

>Silver hair/Normal hair

>Ruby eyes/Normal eyes.

>Pale skin/Slightly less pale skin…

>>39393090
No wings, keep everything.

>>39393090
>No wings.
>Normal hair
>Ruby eyes
>Pale skin

>>39393090
Keep everything, including wings.

>>39393090
>Everything but wings.

>>39393090
>>No wings
>>Silver hair
>>Ruby eyes
>>Pale skin

Okay, looks like we're continuing on with everything besides the wings.

>Writing

>>39393201

After much deliberation, you decide that you make everything work other than the wings. The other features can be achieved by some people through use of makeup and dyes, but the wings are just that, no hiding it. Not to mention that you don’t feel like sleeping like a bird.

With that thought, and a few painful minutes later, your wings are completely gone from your current form.

Your journal entry on this takes you some time to complete, and by the time you shut the tome, you’re yawning sleepily.

You gather and wear the cloak you tossed off earlier with reckless abandon, and drift off to sleep.

~

>”Who are you two?” You hear your grandfather’s voice ask well above where you stand.

The individual voice responding is an unintelligible murmur, lost from memory.

>”What?! Then why did you come here?” You sleepily stare at your grandfather’s legs standing across from you, not hearing the response to his question again.

>”Hurry up and come in then…”

You snap awake from the dream, the sun already high in the sky. Well, at least it wasn’t one of the bad dreams. Taking some time to style your new colored hair, you get dressed, and then head downstairs.

Walking into the parlor room was as much of an event as you expected it to be.

[1/2]

>>39393773

Immediately Laurent jumps from his seat, ready to fight, but a single disapproving stare is all it takes to let him know it’s you.

His face is a mixture of horror and confusion. He steady himself on the couch. “W-why-“

“WOW!” Ellie shoots toward and grabs a hold of your arm. “Is this the form you take on while delving?! How did you manage to do it?! Your hair is SO pretty, and your skin is so soft!” She hardly takes a breath, all the while poking and prodding at various parts of you.

Marissa walks in from the kitchen and gives a quiet smile, not at all surprised at what she sees before her.

“What’s done is done.” You address to both Ellie and Laurent. “I’m still me, of course. I just look different.” You pull your arm away from Ellie who’s rubbing her face on it. “Anyway, we have work that needs to be done immediately.” You address your apprentices.

Ellie’s gleeful expression instantly turns distraught, much to your amusement. “Oh, no.”

“Oh, yes.” You reply and begin walking to the backyard. “I hope you two didn’t have too big of a breakfast..."

~

With your hair tied up, the three of you stare at the bloated, and frankly, aggressively pungent corpse in front of you.

You begin to explain your plan. “Two of us will be dissecting, while one of us records. As for-“

Ellie instantly raises her hand eagerly. “Oh, OH OH! Can I be the person who records?”

“I’d actually like to be the record taker.” Marissa steps in front of her, tail swaying mockingly in Ellie’s face. “I just finished doing my nails earlier today.” She stares at her hand approvingly.

Tough, because you want to be the record keeper as well. But then again, something important might be overlooked if you’re not doing the cutting.

Then again, that thing reeks…

Who’s going to be the record keeper?

>You

>Marissa

>Ellie

>Write in.

>>39393806
>Laurent

>>39393806
>Ellie
Marissa's just getting too big for her britches.

>>39393806
>>39393886
Seconding.

>>39393806
>Laurent
Come on, be useful.
We just have to guide him where to chop up.

>>39393964
You're voting for the person who's not chopping things up actually.

>>39393806
>Ellie
She takes better notes.

Since it seems only one person wants Laurent to be record keeper...
>>39393886
>>39393933
>Writing~

>>39393886
>>39393933
>>39394058
This really simplified things!
>Writing

>>39393989
Whoops.
then we make ellie record.
Nails aren't a privilege.

>>39394080

You sigh and roll up your sleeves. “Ellie go get your notebook…”

“Yes!” She runs off after only a short celebration of her victory.

You turn to your other apprentice. “Marissa, well done nails are nice. But you’ll soon see that being an Occultist is not at all conducive to maintaining them.”

She shrugs and smiles coyly. “Hmm, not the worse place they’ve been.”

With that pleasant fact, you two go get the tools you need, and wait for Ellie to return before beginning.

FWOooshhhhhh~

You and Marissa begin to wretch as the fetid gas trapped inside the creature escapes from the first deep cut.

“Should I be recording this?” Ellie asks from quite a distance away.

You impatiently motion for her to get closer, which she hesitantly does.

“We have to cut into its digestive tract.” You instruct, turning your head to the side for fresh air. “See what it ate in the other realm and possibly over here.”

Marissa looks at you in disbelief at what you said.

“By we, I mean you have to cut into its digestive tract.” You clarify firmly.

Marissa groans and begins to work, stirring up unknown fluids on her arms and face.

“That’s good, Marissa.” Ellie comments over her shoulder. “Get deep in there so I can take good notes.” Ellie teases.

But not for long, as Marissa splashes the brownish fluid on Ellie, causing her to shriek in disgust.

“I have to clean it out first~” Marissa sticks her tongue out at Ellie, who’s still fuming in anger.

You can’t help but crack a smile as you move on to its upper torso. You carefully cut, and prod through the connective tissue on the muscles.

You stop, when you feel something unusual in the area around its sternum, maybe even something foreign. You hastily separate the muscles covering it, and marvel at the object you see before you.

~

>>39394461
Okay, that's where I'm going to end it for tonight. Looks like lots of people came to play today, and I want to thank everyone that did! If you have any questions or comments, please feel free to post them in the thread, and I will do my best to answer them.

If not, then I wish you a good day/night, and hope to see you again next time!

>(Twitter)
https://twitter.com/QM_Auri

>>39394482
Thanks for running! Did we open up a new subset of Magic with our choice? How is Laurent taking our change?

>>39394482
thx 4 runin budi gud thred

but really? that spoiler ending? really?

I don't suppose "what did we see?" is a question you'll answer

>>39394516
You're very welcome! You did open a new subset of magic with your choice, but probably not the one you're expecting. Laurent is taking your change poorly, but it's only been a few hours.
>>39394561
You're also very welcome! Have to keep you coming back, you know? And you're right about it being a question I won't answer right now;

>>39394482
Thanks for running Auri!

>>39394591
Your quest is more than good enough to keep me coming back, you don't need to resort to cliffhangers.

>>39394629
You're very welcome!
>>39394661
I was just joking earlier, but thank you very much for the compliment! Maybe I'm just too much of fan of cliffhangers? I'll keep an eye on it for the future.

>>39394482
Thanks for running Auri!
having no twitter makes it hard to know if a quest is up or not. I was lucky today, if I'm not, I use suptg for carching up.

>>39394714
By this, I meant I don't have a twitter account, not you (already saw that twitter)
>captcha: ifund
yes, we all do, captcha.

>>39394714
twitter takes like a minute to get

>>39394714
You're very welcome! I'm glad you got to play today, and I wish I had a less hectic schedule so I could announce the time for next thread in the previous thread. But I will be sure to continue to keep up with the archiving for you.

I'm going to be stepping out now, so, until next time!