>>42312023

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>>42312023
>>Truth. No point hiding it.

>>42312023
>>Truth. No point hiding it.

>>42312023

>Other

"You are going to explain what the fuck you just did to my hand before I answer anything."

>>42312023
>Truth. No point hiding it.

Cutting off voting early until we get more players in here.

Writing. What do you guys think is in the journal?

>>42312192
Uhhh.... Something like a log on experiments, or even some journal from HIS adventuring, maybe?!

>>42312192
The Answer to the Ultimate Question of Life, The Universe, and Everything.

>>42312023
>Try to flee.
or
>>Lie. You still can't trust these people. They just cut off your hand and offered no explanation to why it grew back within seconds.

Let's not indulge the mad scientists.

>>42312192
Honestly wouldn't even be able to fucking guess.

My personal crackpot theory is that we're the result of some kind of horrific experiment including demon blood or some other such horseshit that our uncle was tasked with watching over, and the journal is essentially a log on our progress, like >>42312218 suggested.

>>42312192

My head is telling me that it contains info / prophecy on whatever the red-lightning monster storms are.

My heart is telling me Gnomish Kama Sutra.

>>42312238
>My heart is telling me Gnomish Kama Sutra.
Now this
> "Who gave you this book?" He stares at you with an outmost serious expression.
Makes so much sense. Abraham doesn't want the truth on how agile gnomes really are to get out!

>>42312023
>>Try to flee.
nope

NOPE the fuck out.

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>>42312257
>Abraham doesn't want the truth on how agile gnomes really are to get out!

/pol/ was right again. The gnomes are behind everything.

>>42312192
>Cutting off voting early until we get more players in here.

What does that mean?

Or did you mean to say extending the voting.

>>42312326
No, I meant I cut off voting before the 10 minute period had passed. You can still vote on the next update.

it is once more

time

>>42312359
What?

But you didn't do anything differently. It still was about ten minutes before you cut it off.

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>>42312192
You take a deep breath and your gaze meet the Gnome's intensive stare. You tried to flee before, albeit a pathetic attempt at it and you were stopped by Mr. Fiddlestick. Lying might give you more trouble and to be honest, curiosity has grasped at your heart and mind. Why did they cut off your hand after just reading a page out of the journal? What did Uncle write in it? Who are these two and why are Abraham important to Uncle? So many questions and hopefully they will all be answered today.

"My uncle gave it to me and he told me to give it to you." You confess, never shying away from the Gnome's gaze. He leans back in his chair further, removing his hand from the journal.

"And could you describe your Uncle to us, Oak?" Abraham continues to press the subject. You give him a general description. Bald, gray and thick beard, same eye color as yourself and a muscular body built. You don't forget to mention the scar across his face as well. Abraham ponders on what you told him for a couple of seconds before he removes his glasses and starts to rub both of his eyes.

"Oh right. He never unlocked his blood ability." He mutters more to himself than you or the tall man behind you, but Mr. Fiddlestick responds nonetheless.

"Then how will we know if this 'uncle' is him?"

"I don't know. Not yet." Abraham throws a glance back at you behind his frames and leans forward. "When your town was massa--" Abraham cuts himself off when he notices Mr. Fiddlesticks burning gaze. "Erm, when your town was... attacked. Did you notice anything strange about your uncle?"

>Tell him about your Uncle's Rune-inscribed sword.
>Tell him about your Uncle's awesome moves when he killed those dark creatures and attacked the large yellowish brown creature.
>Tell him there wasn't anything strange about him during the attack.
>Ask him something instead. (What?)

>>42312509
>Tell him about your Uncle's awesome moves when he killed those dark creatures and attacked the large yellowish brown creature.

>>42312509
>>Tell him about your Uncle's Rune-inscribed sword.
>>Tell him about your Uncle's awesome moves when he killed those dark creatures and attacked the large yellowish brown creature.

>>42312509
>Tell him about your Uncle's Rune-inscribed sword.
>Tell him about your Uncle's awesome moves when he killed those dark creatures and attacked the large yellowish brown creature.

>>42312509
>>Ask him something instead. (What?)
Who are you even looking for?

If my uncle that I love dearly was, hypothetically, the man you want, he was hiding for a reason, wasn't he?

>>42312509
>>Tell him about your Uncle's Rune-inscribed sword.
>>Tell him about your Uncle's awesome moves when he killed those dark creatures and attacked the large yellowish brown creature.

>>42312509
>>Tell him there wasn't anything strange about him during the attack.
Uncle never said to tell them anything else.

>>42312574
>>42312617
Exactly. You guys are quick to jump on the bandwagon of trusting these guys. Uncle only gave us the book and the gnomes name. He never said anything about telling them shit.

>>42312509
>>Tell him there wasn't anything strange about him during the attack.

Oh yes Uncle chopped my hand off OH WAIT NO HE DIDN'T fuck you guys.

>>42312671
What could possibly go wrong?

>>42312617
>>42312671
I can't help but think our uncle wouldn't send us to these guys if he didn't trust them.

>>42312690
>>42312699
Maybe it was a last resort kind of thing? They obviously don't know him.

>>42312699
He didn't let them know he was even alive for a fucking reason.

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>>42312509
>>Ask him something instead. (What?)
What the hell is that hand-eating rat.

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>>42312731
Either you have forgotten or already started to repress some of the memories, but when Abraham asked you knew there was something, but you couldn't quite put your finger on what it was. It takes you a few moments before you remember the last time you saw your Uncle. He was rushing through the open cobblestone field before the church, killing any dark creature that dared to pounce at him. Before you looked away, you saw him leap at the large creature with the tree trunk. You retell what you can remember and the room grows silent.

"It could be him." Mr. Fiddlestick breaks the silence. You look back at him in confusion.

"Who?" You ask, but you're ignored as Abraham retaliates.

"And it could not be him. You can kill a Balverine and so can I, given the right circumstances. He might just be an old mercenary who's killed dark creatures before."

"Have you ever heard of a mercenary brave enough to attack a C-class monster? An ogre."

"If his family was in danger, yes."

"Or if he knew he'd be able to kill it and heal from his injuries." Mr. Fiddlestick ends the argument on that note and Abraham leans further back in his chair, thinking in silence. After a few moments, just as you're about to ask what's going on, the Gnome speaks up.

"Fine. While I continue to translate what I can from this heavily deciphered book, I want you to take Mr. Oak here to the armory; he needs more protection and he doesn't need the shield anymore." The tall man nods in agreement and walks up to your side. The crow leaves his arm and looks down at you.

"Come with me."

>Refuse.
>Accept.
>Refuse and ask questions. (What?)
>Other.

>>42313072
>Refuse and ask questions. (What?)
What the fuck is going on? You've been very cryptic and lopped off my hand. Answers would be nice.

>>42313072
>>Refuse and ask questions. (What?)
It's their turn to tell what they know.

>>42313072
>>Refuse and ask questions. (What?)
>>42313094
this

>>42313072
>>Refuse and ask questions. (What?)
"Why should I. What does the journal say."

>>42313094
This. Especially the lopping off our hand part.

Alright. You refuse and want answers!

Roll 1d100 to this post! First three rolls count towards the unknown DC!

Rolled 72 (1d100)

>>42313324

Rolled 53 (1d100)

>>42313324
Cold staredown.

Rolled 11 (1d100)

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>>42313343
>>42313370
Alright! Writing!

Rolled 36 (1d100)

>>42313341
>>42313389
72 is pretty good.

>>42313442
They're probably better than our 72

>>42313442
>>42313442
Not against control freak paranoid mad scientists who fake their own death.

They didn't get this far by explaining their master plan to teenagers who wander into their clutches.

>>42313341
I mean.

It's okay.

>>42313510
What's the next step of their master plan?

>>42313542
Crashing this world, with no survivors.

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>>42313542
>Yfw the Gnome is revealed to be the main villain and Mr Fiddlestick is revealed to be the good guy at the end of this quest.

>>42313389
"No." You plant your feet into the floor, crossing your arms while your eyes dart between Mr. Fiddlestick and Abraham. "I'm not leaving this chair until I get some answers."

The tall man throws a glance over at the Gnome. Abraham stares at you for a few seconds and then nods at Mr. Fiddlestick. The man backs away from you.

"Very well. What is it you want to know?" He entwines his fingers as he rests his elbows on his desk, observing you as he awaits your questions.

"You could start by telling me why you cut off my hand? What do you want from me and my uncle? What's in the journal?" Your tone is cold and collected. No point getting upset in front of these men, unless you want them to think of you as a child throwing a tantrum. Abraham cracks a grin, not moving an inch.

"Alright, you've earned as much." He finally says, jumping off his chair, moving in front of you. At this height, his head is at your stomach and he has to look up to gaze into your eyes. "First of all, we didn't cut off your hand without at least a hunch on what your body, or your blood to be more specific, can do."

"How did you know about something like that when not even I knew about?" At the face of your question, the gnome merely gestures towards the journal.

"In the very first page it says you have the blood of a Hero in you. It also states that this journal belongs to Ghane; one of the five Heroes. If you haven't heard the tale, I'll fill you in on it later, but for now all you need to know is that you have a special ability in your blood, the journal most likely belongs to your father and I don't know yet what's in it, but I have a couple of ideas. If any of them are right, I'll need you to get suited up in some decent armor first. Any other questions?" And the Gnome's rant ends with a smirk.

>Ask about the tale now.
>Accept his answers for now.
>Tell him it's not enough information.

>>42313797
>>Accept his answers for now.

>>42313797
>Accept his answers for now.

>>42313797
>Ask about the tale now.
>Accept his answers for now.
MUTUALLY EXCLUSIVE CHOICES
though that depends on how you look at it

>>42313797
>Ask about the tale now.

>>42313863
Either we accept his answers and leave with the fiddle guy or stick around and ask about the tale.

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>>42313922
Well if that's the case then I'd like to know the tale.

>Accept his answers for now.

>>42313797
>>Accept his answers for now.

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>>42314057
You start to process his vague answers and eventually nod at him. Your mother told you and your sister that your father died a long time ago, but maybe he's alive out there somewhere? To be honest, it sounds too good to be true at this point. Your hopes aside, your curious about this so-called 'special ability' in your blood. You saw for yourself what it did to your hand just seconds after it was cut off. You're just as curious as to what's in the journal and what these men have planned for you. Can you trust them? You've done so so far, but can that trust hold? Should it?

"Good. Now take Mr. Oak to the armory. I got my work cut out for me." Abraham announces, strutting back behind his desk and assumes his place on the chair. Mr. Fiddlestick follows you out from the room. You're under the impression that you're going to some smithing district or something, but it turns out this place has an armory of its own. Odd. The blacksmith working his hammer upon the warm steel on his anvil. He doesn't give you nor Mr. Fiddlestick a second glance and just continues with his work in peace. It doesn't take long for Mr. Fiddlestick to get you outfitted with some steel pieces along with a chain mail dressing underneath the new set of brown clothes. He pulls off your shield and puts it aside and pulls off the belt around your upper body. He re-attaches your sword and the scabbard it's in at your waist alongside the belt. He claims it's impossible to pull out such a long sword from your back. A wonder Remny didn't poit this out or even your Uncle...

"Alright. This looks good for a starters. Do you want to keep the shield or not? Can't see how it'd would be useful to you now. Might come in handy for a new squire or something." Mr. Fiddlesticks taps on the wooden shield you bought from Remny a few days past.

>Keep it and use it.
>Let some squire get it.
>Keep it as a memory.
>Other.

>Image related. Ignore the hat and the backpack along with the red belt.

>>42314376
>Let some squire get it.

>>42314376
>Keep it and use it.

Protective properties aside, shields make for damn good weapons. Or, even better, see if he doesn't have a metal one for us to get our hands on.

>>42314376
>Let some squire get it.

>>42314444
Did our uncle use a shield? Nope.

>>42314376
>>Let some squire get it.

>>42314376
Is the shit-eating grin included?

>>42314472
Yes, but that's because he had great (probably enchanted) gear.

Also, we'd literally never seen our uncle fight before seeing him go after that ogre.

>>42314376
>It doesn't take long for Mr. Fiddlestick to get you outfitted with some steel pieces along with a chain mail dressing underneath the new set of brown clothes.
He took our clothes off? How lewd.

They didn't explain who's going to kill Oak if he doesn't wear armor yet.

>>42314499
Why have a shield when you can take the hit and then lop off their head while their weapon is stuck in your body.
>>42314505
They're obviously going to pit us against a monster.
And then we'll be huge dicks to them for that afterwards.

>>42314505
>They didn't explain who's going to kill Oak if he doesn't wear armor yet.
That's true...
Can we even be killed given our ability?

>>42314495
I'm afraid not. It's just a showcase on the equipment.

>>42314505
Yes, yes he did and no, they did not.

>>42314539
You can, but you don't know how.

>>42314537
The list of reasons for revenge grows ever longer.

>>42314376
>>Let some squire get it.

>>42314539
>Can we even be killed given our ability?
Decapitation we are a highlander

>>42314644
Armor wouldn't help against that. So no.

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>>42314644
>Yfw this isn't fantasy at all.
>Yfw we're playing a Highlander in the medieval age and the 'gnome' is just a dwarf that wants to be called something else to avoid social stigma.

I got side-tracked. Writing!

>>42314713
It's obvious what will happen, there can be only one.

>>42314738
It was something you bought from Remny, but given the circumstances, maybe you don't need it anymore? Maybe you don't need material things to hold onto the memory of people? And who says they're gone? You're certain your Uncle helped them. He seemed to have the situation under control, right? Maybe you're lying to yourself, but it feels better than being realistic at this point.

"Give it to some squire." You decide that you'll keep the memory of them in your heart until you meet them again. Whether that be in this life or the next. Mr. Fiddlestick nods at you and both of you leave the armory and the blacksmith working away at his anvil, not concerned for anything but his work. You're about to walk off back to Abraham's office when Mr. Fiddlestick stops you in your tracks. He pulls the coin purse off your belt and drops a fistful of silver coins in it.

"30 silver. If I know Abraham, and I do, he won't be done until tomorrow. Go fetch a room at some Inn at the trade district and watch your purse. Thieves in streets at broad daylight is as common as rats are down in the sewers. Off you go. Come back at first light tomorrow and we'll have made some progress. Do not leave the city. I will know if you do." He explains before leaving for a flight of stairs heading elsewhere but Abraham's office.

You're left uncertain to what you should do next. You still have food for another day in your little sack and with 31 silver coins in your purse, you can do or buy some decent stuff.

>Try to leave the city. You're done here. Time to return back to the Town to see if there are any survivors.
>Find an Inn at the Trade District. Might as well follow orders for now.
>Go buy something. (What?)
>Other.

>>42315053
>Find an Inn at the Trade District. Might as well follow orders for now.

>>42315053
>>Try to leave the city. You're done here. Time to return back to the Town to see if there are any survivors.

>>42315053
>Go buy something. (What?)
Get a bow, arrows, and quiver

>>42315053
>>Try to leave the city. You're done here.
Let's see him prove it.

We do have that book of monsters still, right.

We should probably try and find what those things that attacked were. And/or what kind of monster Hero's blood-havers are.

>>42315053
>>Find an Inn at the Trade District. Might as well follow orders for now.
Let's follow the damm train for now

>>42315242
>We do have that book of monsters still, right.
Yes, indeed you do. You've strapped it onto your belt with the use of some small rope found in the carriage you took to Whitedale.

>>42315053
>>Find an Inn at the Trade District. Might as well follow orders for now.

Writing.

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>>42315347
So far you've witnessed his control over crows first hand, so maybe Mr. Fiddlestick can stay true to his word when he said he'd know if you left the city. Either through his birds or more humanoid birds. Spies. This is all starting to sound like some grand adventure, but it sure doesn't feel like it. Your yearning for a journey has slightly died off, especially when you start thinking about heading home, or what's left of it. You still haven't quite accepted or come to terms with what happened. This all feels so unreal, as if you're going to wake up in your bed and smell your mothers home cooking any minute now. You close your eyes and imagine it, slowly opening them again. Didn't work. You're just outside the spire, still in Whitedale. You kick a rock against a house wall and starts walking down the dirty street road heading back to the Trade District.

Finding an Inn turns out to be easy and for 5 Silver, you rent a room for a day plus supper and breakfast on top of that. The day is starting to come to an end from the looks of it. The room you're shown to is larger than the one in 'The Prancing Donkey' and the bed is more comfortable. After eating your warm supper accompanied by some ale, which just tasted awful, you're once again uncertain what to do.

You could read the book about Monsters, go to sleep early or ponder about all the so-called 'answers' you've been given today and the questions that have sprung up because of it.

>Book
>Sleep
>Ponder
>Other.

>>42315575
>Book

>>42315575
>Ponder

>>42315575
>>Book

>>42315575
>Book

>>42315575
>>Book

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>>42315644
>>42315665
>>42315725
I apologize profusely, but I have to cut it short here. Got a call from the local hospital. I'll update on time and shit on twitter later or tomorrow. Again, I'm sorry.

>>42315883
Shit happens man all good. Thanks for running!

>>42315883
maaaang