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[cyberTripping]

and no less than 35 groups claiming the place for themselves.

Disputed place huh? Well, you know what they say, "When in Rome..."

>Join in on the revolutionary party, comrade!

[Sergarr]

Declare that your horn acute angle-ness makes you clearly the only one with the right to own this place!

(revolution, party, etc.)

[Putnam]

(you totally missed the opportunity to put "singlehanded" into Herido's party entry)

See if we can't buy some equipment with that money, armour could do with being padded out.
And it's underlings that live in dark fortresses right? If so that might be a good way to go to get geared up via grist, since as it turns out animalistic monsters don't have much in the way of property.

Declare that your horn acute angle-ness makes you clearly the only one with the right to own this place!

(revolution, party, etc.)

and no less than 35 groups claiming the place for themselves.

Disputed place huh? Well, you know what they say, "When in Rome..."

>Join in on the revolutionary party, comrade!

The dark fortress is mostly just trolls. Your friends have plenty armor.

Yeah, okay, revolution. Hestur is smiling upon you. Which is to say, you have an incredible bloodlust that can only be satiated through revolution. Bloody revolution is one of Hestur's favorite things, you've heard.

Nobody wants to join in your insurrection except Harlin and Herido, who are confused but seem to trust you.

You name your group Klandrdrendabogido, the Healing Ageless Planet. The name is much nicer in concept than in pronunciation, you think.

You declare your intentions. Nobody listens.

Time for some bandit hunting!

The current ruler is of bandit stock. You guess that's sort of bandit hunting. You now control Masterbook. In the ensuing fracas, Herido gets his arm cut off and dies.

DIALOGLOG:

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HARLIN: What the actual fuck???
GLAFLI: I had to.
HARLIN: Why?!
GLAFLI: I had to.
HARLIN: Well, you've taken over. Are you happy?
GLAFLI: Yes.
HARLIN: I can't revive him. Why can't I revive him?! I could revive you, why can't I revive him?!
GLAFLI: Harlin, you're missing a hand and your blood is getting everywhere. You need to heal yourself.
HARLIN: No, but then Herido won't live, I can't...
GLAFLI: You can't revive him anyway, or so you say. Give up.
HARLIN: Ugh.

Harlin seems a little put out. You're sad about his death too, but it's not unexpected.

You talk to the Exalted flare, a human.

UGRAD: Murderer! You are a legendary hero, but those acts bring no forgiveness.

Well. You talk to the nearby rifleman, Ustres Kesmelzicab. He doesn't seem to hate you too much.

What do you do?

NOTE: derails of this nature are accepted and welcome, heheh

[Sergarr]

Kiss Herido On another thought, let's recruit that rifleman and try to keep our distance better next time we go fighting.

Also, shout that you now control the Masterbook in the middle of the closest big city that is not Masterbook. Spread that fame around.

[Putnam]

Kiss Herido On another thought, let's recruit that rifleman and try to keep our distance better next time we go fighting.

Also, shout that you now control the Masterbook in the middle of the closest big city that is not Masterbook. Spread that fame around.

You suddenly get the urge to kiss Herido. Ew why would you even do that. He's dead. The urge disappears.

Ustres agrees to join you. Badass 65-year-old who ain't afraid to cry get!

After a few hours of standing around and everyone grieving, Ustres speaks up.

DIALOGLOG:

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USTRES: ...I'm going to die of old age in the year 141.
GLAFLI: What?
USTRES: You're going to die of old age in the year 147, at the age of 40 years, 6 months, 19 days, 57 minutes and 36 seconds.
GLAFLI: WHAT?
USTRES: I've suddenly become aware of this. I know when you're going to die. I know when I'm going to die.
GLAFLI: Why are you telling me this?
USTRES: I figure it's better to know.
HARLIN: Me?
USTRES: Year 161. Age 61 years, 3 months, 26 days, 14 hours and 24 minutes.
HARLIN: Holy crap. Do you know what this means?!
USTRES: I'm kinda creepy? Heheheh.
HARLIN: No. You're Doom. I'm Life. Glafli's Heart. Any traveling companions of ours are going to have an aspect! It's not a coincidence!
GLAFLI: Are you sure about that?
HARLIN: No, I'm not sure. I'm not sure of anything, but this is most definitely a new piece of info that tells me a lot.
GLAFLI: Me or you?
HARLIN: You told me earlier that you worship Hestur. You also have a mysterious sword and you sometimes do mysterious things. It's most likely you.
GLAFLI: Why?
HARLIN: Hestur saw someone who wanted to seek excitement and decided to give you a sword with which to pursue that goal, if I were to guess. He wants war.
GLAFLI: Shit. I'm supposed to bring war to the world?
HARLIN: I didn't say he wants you to, just that that's what he wants. By the way, I now have a most likely candidate for our destiny: do what we want. Just please don't pull the bloody revolution stunt again.
USTRES: Yeah, that's not a good thing to go around doing all the time if you value your and your friends' lives.
GLAFLI: No promises.

Nobody seems to care that you took over Masterbook. Oh well. You head back and someone's taken over while you were gone. Oh, that's why. The religious leader who called you a murderer earlier took over while you were gone. Hell no, that ain't gonna fly. You can take him and whatever soldiers he's brought around.

What do you do?

INVENTORY:

Spoiler (click to show/hide)

Some inconsequential clothes
Some consequential armor
Opossum leather waterskin (full)
Llama wool backpack
  Armor grist [1]
  Weapon Grist [1]
  Stray Asparagus
  Honey Badger meat [5]
  Hemp plant fiber bag
    Asparagus [28]
Unbreakable Katana

SKILLS:

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  Butcher: 0.120
  Alchemist: 1.7166666
  Bladekind: 5.814
  Armor: 0.780
  Throwing: 0.540
  Sneaking: 0.18
  Swimming: 2.072857
  Tracking: 6.8
  Observer: 4.438
  Reading: 1.0
  Fighting: 2.45
  Archery: 0.54
  Fistkind: 3.39625
  Dodging: 0.834
  Experience points: 250

PARTY:

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  Glafli Unnask, Stress-filled and thoughtful.
  Excitement seekers:
   Harlin Sjalda, Polite supergenius.
  Soldiers:
   Ustres Kesmelzicab, brash and outgoing, but not cruel.

JOURNAL CONTENTS:

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You've heard rumors that The Abysses of Wilt, a group of bandits, is harassing Mostring, about a half-days travel to the west.
The Mint Shanks is harassing Lockskunks.
There's a troll (of the underground cyan-blooded big n' dumb sort, not the gray-skinned sort) a half-days travel to the west. False.
You've taken care of a few bandits.
You've killed 4 night creatures. One of them killed you.
You've killed a bunny. It nearly killed you, ok???
The Sovereign Slayer is in the Shaft of Mining, far to the west. Ehhheh.
The titan Ared the Pine of Flowers is in Skunkgrottoes, very far to the west.
There are bandits in Masterbook. Or maybe there aren't? They're certainly nearby. They haven't taken over, though. You have.
There's a bronze colossus to the east. Dead. Destroyed? Deactivated?
There's a hill titan in The Natural Glade far to the northwest. It's killed almost as many as the colossus.
You are some sort of Heart Person and your companions have Life and Doom. Nobody else seems to have these. Harlin thinks that Hestur blesses any of your traveling companions with these powers and that you are, in fact, destined for random crap.

APPEARANCE:

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Very sparse, dry black hair in double braids; narrow ears with large lobes; short, upturned nose with convex bone bridge; broad head; thin lips; short, thin horns, at a very acute angle to the ground. All previous injuries, including missing teeth, have been healed. Brown blood.

[Sergarr]

Try to take him down, assassin style! Station your friends somewhere far away from the mess, then sneak in, murder, and sprint out!

As a hero of Rage, the outrageous stunts should be our bread and butter.

[Graknorke]

As a hero of Rage, the outrageous stunts should be our bread and butter.

Our hero of rage is dead.

Anyway, we should go and bully the leader guy and make him cry through aspect powers. Then we can return in the middle of the night for some swift katana-based retribution.

[Putnam]

Try to take him down, assassin style! Station your friends somewhere far away from the mess, then sneak in, murder, and sprint out!

As a hero of Rage, the outrageous stunts should be our bread and butter.

You're heart, not rage! The rage guy is laying in his own blood over there. It's starting to bother you, actually.

Anyway, we should go and bully the leader guy and make him cry through aspect powers. Then we can return in the middle of the night for some swift katana-based retribution.

Hmm. That's a good idea. Let's see just how badly you can mess someone's thoughts up. This guy's no good. He has absolutely no sense of duty, easily the worst layabout you've ever seen, completely shirking his duties whenever possible. It's apalling that someone like that could be in a position of power.

He's unshakeable, though. He's crying, yes, but he's not breaking a sweat. You've given him fear at taking over the site, and he's not letting you take over despite that. Katana-based retribution it is.

Yeah, you're leader now. Again. Seriously, these leader types tend to have no combat experience at all, and for some reason cutting heads off scares people enough to yield immediately. You decide to throw away all of the corpses in your seat of power, since that's kinda gross.

You head into the dungeon to see if there are any bandits that need talking to. You ask the local chief to pay homage. She says no. Ustres shoots her in the stomach and bashes her head in with his rifle while she's unconscious from the pain.

DIALOGLOG:

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GLAFLI: Oh, come on.
USTRES: She was a bandit who lived in your own dungeon.
GLAFLI: You can't take out the entire criminal element of a city like this!
USTRES: Ha. Watch us.
GLAFLI: I don't have time for this.
USTRES: Do you not? You don't seem to be too busy to me.

He's sorta right. He also told you about a tomb with bandits to the southwest nearby, so you think he's going to keep up the asking. Of course, there are 36 groups vying for control of Masterbook, but you get the feeling that you've already destroyed one of them.

What do you do?

INVENTORY:

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Some inconsequential clothes
Some consequential armor
Opossum leather waterskin (full)
Llama wool backpack
  Armor grist [1]
  Weapon Grist [1]
  Stray Asparagus
  Honey Badger meat [5]
  Hemp plant fiber bag
    Asparagus [28]
Large amount of blood pn your hands
Unbreakable Katana

SKILLS:

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  Butcher: 0.120
  Alchemist: 1.7166666
  Bladekind: 5.866
  Armor: 0.780
  Throwing: 0.540
  Sneaking: 0.18
  Swimming: 2.072857
  Tracking: 6.8
  Observer: 4.438
  Reading: 1.0
  Fighting: 2.45
  Archery: 0.54
  Fistkind: 3.39625
  Dodging: 0.834
  Climbing: 0.18
  Experience points: 250

PARTY:

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  Glafli Unnask, Stress-filled and thoughtful.
  Excitement seekers:
   Harlin Sjalda, Polite supergenius.
  Soldiers:
   Ustres Kesmelzicab, brash and outgoing, but not cruel.

JOURNAL CONTENTS:

Spoiler (click to show/hide)

You've heard rumors that The Abysses of Wilt, a group of bandits, is harassing Mostring, about a half-days travel to the west.
The Mint Shanks is harassing Lockskunks.
There's a troll (of the underground cyan-blooded big n' dumb sort, not the gray-skinned sort) a half-days travel to the west. False.
You've taken care of a few bandits.
You've killed 4 night creatures. One of them killed you.
You've killed a bunny. It nearly killed you, ok???
The Sovereign Slayer is in the Shaft of Mining, far to the west. Ehhheh.
The titan Ared the Pine of Flowers is in Skunkgrottoes, very far to the west.
There are bandits in Masterbook. Or maybe there aren't? They're certainly nearby. They haven't taken over, though. You have.
There's a bronze colossus to the east. Dead. Destroyed? Deactivated?
There's a hill titan in The Natural Glade far to the northwest. It's killed almost as many as the colossus.
You are some sort of Heart Person and your companions have Life and Doom. Nobody else seems to have these. Harlin thinks that Hestur blesses any of your traveling companions with these powers and that you are, in fact, destined for random crap.

APPEARANCE:

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Very sparse, dry black hair in double braids; narrow ears with large lobes; short, upturned nose with convex bone bridge; broad head; thin lips; short, thin horns, at a very acute angle to the ground. All previous injuries, including missing teeth, have been healed. Brown blood.

[Graknorke]

Huh, so we can't force people into yielding (without applying violence). That's... to be expected I suppose.

Ah well. I suppose it's time to either cleanse or get the loyalty of the bandit scum.

[cyberTripping]

I vote saying adios to the banditos. Gotta balance out the infamy of that revolution nonsense. Neutral power and all that.

[Sergarr]

Bandit-hunting sounds fun.

BTW, how many kills we have on unbreakable katana?

[Putnam]

how many kills we have on unbreakable katana?

13, of which 5 are dangerous beasts, 3 are wildlife, 2 are former leaders, 1 is a bandit, 1 is a soldier and 1 is a zombie.

I vote saying adios to the banditos. Gotta balance out the infamy of that revolution nonsense. Neutral power and all that.

Huh, so we can't force people into yielding (without applying violence). That's... to be expected I suppose.

Ah well. I suppose it's time to either cleanse or get the loyalty of the bandit scum.

Bandit-hunting sounds fun.

Might as well whole-ass it. You go to the local tavern to see if there are any bandits and sure enough, there's a leader of a bandit clan there. Surprisingly predictable, these people. You ask him about his group. He says it's two people. You ask him to pay homage, since his bandit group is small. He refuses. You grab his hand and crush it, leaving it dangling by the mangled remains of his tendon. He passes out due to the pain. You wait until he wakes up to ask again. He refuses. You take out your sword. He refuses. A willing guinea pig, then. You try to make him go insane. It works. Wow, that's new. You kill him in self-defense.

You try to find the other tavern in town and some prospitian bandits ambush you along the way. Ha.

Ustres is among them. What? He attacks you and you kill him. What?

(author's note: what?)

DIALOGLOG:

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GLAFLI: What?
HARLIN: If I were to guess, the bandits we killed were really bandits, but Ustres just wanted them dead so the clan he was planning to join wouldn't have as much competition.
GLAFLI: WHAT?
HARLIN: That's just a guess. I have no idea what the hell is going on here either.
GLAFLI: Okay, let's consider that. Hmm. That doesn't make sense. He should've known that I could have killed him on a whim.
HARLIN: He didn't see you actually fight, remember. He was out both times you took over the place and left before you crushed that master swordsman's hand and drove him insane. His only combat experience with you was you yelling at him to quit crushing that bandit's head.
GLAFLI: ...He must have thought I was some sort of ruler-type like the previous ones, huh?
HARLIN: Maybe. I really have no idea what went on here. Thankfully, his Doom powers didn't get nearly as much chance to be trained as our powers.

Odd. You head back to town and go to bed in your keep. When you wake up, you decide to ask a nearby axe user to travel with you, since Ustres was a bust.

DIALOGLOG:

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ANARLI: Ok. Not good words.
GLAFLI: That's fine. You don't need to talk much anyway. I do most of the talking and Harlin does most of the thinking.
ANARLI: Not dumb. Not good words. Here.

You suddenly get blasted with a sort of mental message. It doesn't have words, but you understand it just fine. It basically contains a bunch of information on her soul, the exact parts you can't get to yourself. Harlin seems to have also gotten this info.

DIALOGLOG:

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HARLIN: Holy crap, mind powers. Can you find out what ours are as well as what yours are? Glafli, you okay with this?
GLAFLI: Yes.

Anarli concentrates for a few seconds, then gives you both the information she obtained.

DIALOGLOG:

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HARLIN: Hmm. She's actually a bit smarter than you, Glafli! But yeah, not good with words is right. She's awful at that.
ANARLI: Yeah, that seems about right. The difference isn't that large in intelligence, though, and Glafli is the best-spoken out of all of us, though it's possible that I may be able to get meaning across more efficiently.
GLAFLI: Woah. That's weird. That all seemed like one sort of... big word, but I got the meaning. You can communicate telepathically?
ANARLI: I know I only seem to have gotten these powers just now, but I need them so much, so I figured them out. I haven't been able to communicate with anyone well before. It's been 125 years of not being able to say what I mean...
HARLIN: I'm very happy that we could help you finally communicate with others for once. Sorry we didn't make it more obvious that such a thing is possible; we try not to advertise our empowering abilities ever since Ustres joined a bandit group after he got his doom powers. Thankfully, he couldn't do much with them but make omens.
ANARLI: Ustres?
GLAFLI: Oh. Friend of yours?
ANARLI: Yes.
HARLIN: Sorry. Also, you're not communicating telepathically anymore. Why?
ANARLI: Hard.
HARLIN: Ah, just like our powers. Speaking of which, Glafli, you recovered since that insanity episode?
GLAFLI: I've recovered a bit, yeah. Sleep helps a lot. I think I may be able to do it again, but only on one target.
ANARLI: Insane?
GLAFLI: A bandit who wouldn't submit to my demands. I try to let them do what they want so long as I can regulate them, but they're very insistent.
ANARLI: Bandits?
GLAFLI: Yeah, I've given up on that ever since Harlin figured out that Ustres may have been trying to weaken the competition by putting us on our crusade. Ugh.
ANARLI: Oh.
GLAFLI: Do you want to wait a while before we go? This seems like an awful lot of new information to just dump on someone.
ANARLI: Fine.
GLAFLI: Are you fine or is waiting fine?
ANARLI: You.
GLAFLI: ...Can you communicate this telepathically?
ANARLI: We can go.

What do you do?

INVENTORY:

Spoiler (click to show/hide)

Some inconsequential clothes
Some consequential armor
Opossum leather waterskin (full)
Llama wool backpack
  Armor grist [1]
  Weapon Grist [1]
  Stray Asparagus
  Honey Badger meat [5]
  Hemp plant fiber bag
    Asparagus [28]
Large amount of blood pn your hands
Unbreakable Katana

SKILLS:

Spoiler (click to show/hide)

  Butcher: 0.120
  Alchemist: 1.7166666
  Bladekind: 5.866
  Armor: 0.780
  Throwing: 0.540
  Sneaking: 0.18
  Swimming: 2.072857
  Tracking: 6.8
  Observer: 4.438
  Reading: 1.0
  Fighting: 2.45
  Archery: 0.54
  Fistkind: 3.39625
  Dodging: 0.834
  Climbing: 0.18
  Experience points: 260

PARTY:

Spoiler (click to show/hide)

  Glafli Unnask, Stress-filled and thoughtful.
  Excitement seekers:
   Harlin Sjalda, Polite supergenius.
  Soldiers:
   Anarli Korido, who has difficulty speaking, low empathy and a great amount of focus.

JOURNAL CONTENTS:

Spoiler (click to show/hide)

You've heard rumors that The Abysses of Wilt, a group of bandits, is harassing Mostring, about a half-days travel to the west.
The Mint Shanks is harassing Lockskunks.
There's a troll (of the underground cyan-blooded big n' dumb sort, not the gray-skinned sort) a half-days travel to the west. False.
You've taken care of a few bandits.
You've killed 4 night creatures. One of them killed you.
You've killed a bunny. It nearly killed you, ok???
The Sovereign Slayer is in the Shaft of Mining, far to the west. Ehhheh.
The titan Ared the Pine of Flowers is in Skunkgrottoes, very far to the west.
There are bandits in Masterbook. Or maybe there aren't? They're certainly nearby. They haven't taken over, though. You have.
There's a bronze colossus to the east. Dead. Destroyed? Deactivated?
There's a hill titan in The Natural Glade far to the northwest. It's killed almost as many as the colossus.
You are some sort of Heart Person and your companions have Life and Mind. Nobody else seems to have these. Harlin thinks that Hestur blesses any of your traveling companions with these powers and that you are, in fact, destined for random crap.
We need to be careful about companions.

APPEARANCE:

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Very sparse, dry black hair in double braids; narrow ears with large lobes; short, upturned nose with convex bone bridge; broad head; thin lips; short, thin horns, at a very acute angle to the ground. All previous injuries, including missing teeth, have been healed. Brown blood.

[Sergarr]

Uh.

I hope that new recruit of ours is not in one of those 36 groups vying for control of Masterbooks.

So... let's resume killing bandits, hopefully with less team-killing this time!

[Graknorke]

what

[Putnam]

what

(what indeed)

(unrelated but anarli's linguistic skill is ~250, which is the lowest of pretty much any attribute I've ever seen)