Topic: Web of Life: A Drider's Adventure (Ended) (Read 188322 times)

Egan_BW · « **Reply #2490 on:** September 25, 2018, 04:50:58 pm »

Time to do whatever it was we were doing again?

Devastator · « **Reply #2491 on:** September 25, 2018, 06:25:02 pm »

Split up. We need to get that curse examined, see if we can get sanctioned to work on plague research, and get a plague sample for research. We gotta split up.

omada · « **Reply #2492 on:** September 25, 2018, 09:16:20 pm »

Hmmm, ask francine what her poison looks like. If she has regular poison, we can make mutterstew again to recover our mana, and ask her to keep milking herself (this is weird), unless the recipe needs the poison to be fresh

For both situations I think the mirror tower is the place to go, after getting some formal permit we can go get a sample killing that bandit stuff and getting our prize (only sidney and francine, maybe hal/yukinni if it looks like they are immune)

of course before that we will stop and loot the garbage from the inns for meat and bone and raise a bunch of rats and stuff when the time comes

hmmm, can we sets the cat's modus operandi default to "always get rats or small vermins and put in this bag when the oportunity presents"?

Liquefied Spleens · « **Reply #2493 on:** September 26, 2018, 03:23:19 pm »

Update delayed. I am tired as hell and I can't get anything on paper (or on screen, i suppose. Whatever).
I'll try to update tomorrow

Liquefied Spleens · « **Reply #2494 on:** September 27, 2018, 02:38:49 pm »

Hey, what's your poison, bitch?
You cold call me Francine, you know...
I repeat, what is your poison.
I'm quite partial to wine, mostly, white.
I mean what poison do you secrete and if you make that joke again I will put you through that wall.
I... Well, my species of drider doesn't really have special venom. It's an irritant, mostly, though it could probably kill a small animal of sorts. Very small, like a sparrow.
...Probably useless, damn it all. Well, disregard that, then.
Alright, I'm restocked... Shall we go to the tower, now? I think we're done here, right?
Yeah. Just about. I'll be making a visit to the inn's trash-heaps, though.
Don't bother. They throw EVERYTHING to the pigs, here. They get angry if you try to take anything from them, too.
Oh... Do you mean the innkeepers or the pigs get angry?
Yes. She says, looking straight ahead. You can see some bad memories there, the kind that you keep locked away in a mental vault and look back at with a stoic, if tired expression. It's an abstract kind of feeling.
How do you know that?
The journey to where Sydney found me was not easy.
Oof. That sucks.
Yeah, well. Let's get moving to the tower, shall we?

Getting tot he tower is nice and easy, as all major roads lead to it. The town is built up a bit like a spiderweb, you notice, with the tower in the centre. When you get to it, you see a few more members of the blighted beak scurrying around, though they don't spare you a second glance. They seem busy with their own work. When you get to the door, you can see a massive man with an equally massive gut in front of the door. He is very scarred, and he has a Ram Dao on his back. Not a man to be messed with, to be sure. You can't overstate just how tall this man is, too, he's nearly at eye-level with you. Considering you are very far from small, this is saying something.
He says something quick to your party in the usual language of this place. Before you can even think of saying anything else, he switches to heavily accented common.
What business?
We came to ask some scholars about the plague, and for a permit on helping out with it.
...I do not understand. Please explain simpler.
Uhh, We're here to help with the plague.
Talk to doctors.
I mean, WE want to help THEM!
I get now. Minute.
He turns around and enters the building. In less than a minute a diminutive figure pops out. A goblin, what a surprise! His massive glasses and buck teeth don't exactly add to his image, though he seems pretty confident despite the fact you could probably eat him and go for seconds.
Hm, driders? You look off, you sentient? He has a very nasal sort of voice, but talks at high speed and with the same amount of confidence he seems to carry himself. His scrutinizing yellow eye is rather piercing, even though it's comically enlarged through those massive spectacles.
Yes,I am.
Hm, likely related to spawner. No matter, what's your business?
We'd like to help look into the plague.
What can you bring to the table?
Brilliant alchemist and general genius do the trick for you?
Awww, you flatter me.
Zip. Anyway, that do it for you? Oh, and we're both immune to the plague. The rest of my companions have their own uses. Hal here is ranged combatant. You point him out of the group and he tips an imaginary hat at the goblin. He seems unimpressed by the gesture.
Hm, yes. Could be good. You will work with the Blighted Beak, if you happen to achieve a breakthrough of sorts, you will report to us. You are not to enter the library, but are allowed to request books on certain topics. A librarian will be able to help you. Hand the eunuch this note, and he will fetch somebody. Bringing the plague inside under unsafe conditions is grounds for execution. It will be slow and brutal. Any questions?
Can we work on our stuff outside of the walls?
Preferred, even, but not necessary if you follow procedure. Occasional raids may prove harmful.
Right. What's attacking the city?
Desperate refugees, infected with the plague. Fully transformed victims that turned to worshipping it, plain banditry, attracted by the weakening state of the civilized world. And whatever else might happen. Is that all?
How do I transport samples?
An airtight vial will do the trick. You can get some from the Beaks. Are we finished?
I think so. Right then. We'll be going, thanks for the golden ticket.
It is neither gold nor a ticket. Good day, Ma'am.

Well, that was quick. Time to prepare for that bandit raid. Your cat is on the hunt, for the moment, but is not very successful right now.

If you're going to bring Francine, you'll need to arm her. Obviously, Sucy's equipment will work best, but maye trusting her with anything above a knife would be dangerous. There is no reason to believe anybody else is immune.

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Devastator · « **Reply #2495 on:** October 01, 2018, 04:20:32 pm »

Francine can use a weapon from the first guy we kill.

omada · « **Reply #2496 on:** October 02, 2018, 08:56:09 am »

I was going to suggest to give her an alchemy kit, but won't begin trusting when we are alone (although me offline I am pretty sure she won't do anything),

give her the backup scimitar, unless we find a lone plague guy before, so we kill it and give her his weapon

Give her the part of the alchemy kit where she can take samples

Liquefied Spleens · « **Reply #2497 on:** October 03, 2018, 02:21:23 pm »

Give her sample parts of your kit. She'll work with my scimitar, and then whatever she can pick up.
...If you say so. If she dies, I won't miss her.
Your drider associate just rolls her eyes as Sucy hands her the needed parts. Looks to be a syringe or three, a small carving knife (not even remotely useful as a weapon, unless one happens to be fighting pumpkins) and a large collection of empty vials.
Please, I didn't end up being more than 10 times your age without getting my hands dirty. She places these in different parts of her person, proving that she has more than enough pockets to make it work like you do.Good thing you checked thoroughly before letting her come with you. After she put it all away, you hand her one of you scimitars and order her to follow you towards the bandit camp. The rest of the party, meanwhile, will just have to find their own entertainment. You suggested they get to work on setting up a little base outside of the walls ahead of time. You get a collective groan from your party, but considering there's no money and they don't speak the language, you're pretty sure they don't have anything better to do, anyway.
You leave town with your eight-legged companion a short while after that, heading for the bandit camp described on the bounty. It doesn't take long before Fran begins talking.

So, here we are. Alone. With nobody around to see us.
Attack me and I will make sure it takes a long time before I'm finished.
I wouldn't attack you, dearest! Come now. I'm a pacifist, you know.
No the heck you aren't. You have attacked multiple people, mutated others, and have about half the population of the drider mafia on your head.
I didn't kill them. I probably gave them the most pleasurable experience of their lives! Even if the dwarves were quick on the trigger, it's not my responsibility.
You made it a degenerative brain disease. They were going to die in a few days regardless of what happens.
A few days in my tanks in my old lab would have fixed them up, right as rain. Memory loss at worst.
Yes, of course. You were going to fit several hundreds inside a dozen tanks. That would have worked.
A doctor can't save EVERY patient. Besides, if we only took the important ones we would have saved everything of value. The dwarven slaves hardly count. Do you mourn a dog?
You look at her with abstract disgust. Or, to be more precise, you looked at her like she was walking garbage with a mouth and a tendency to spit.
OH, fine. It wasn't intended to spread, regardless. But somebody made sure that things went faster than predicted.
My gods, just shut up. I won't be able to let you see how you tortured and killed people even if I gave you every bit of evidence in the world!
Right, right. But back to my point. We could have some real fun ou here, you know. Just you and me...
You keep up with these advances, and I'll make sure they'll have to wire your jaw shut.
Oh, come on! We were meant to be! I'm a genius drider, you're strong, reliable, beautiful...
Shut. It. How would you even know I'm gay?
There are few things I can't fix, you know. With a little effort, we could even have babies together. Can you imagine!? My intellect, your body... It would be a master race!
You don't even honor that with a response. You instead look forward, hoping to see a bandit camp. You see nothing but sand a path forward, and internally you scream bloody murder. On the outside, the only sign of your revulsion is a small pull at the corner of your mouth.
My god what is this lady.

Why. are you. Like this?
23 years of being without a partner, and having improved my libido when I was 50 kind of makes me loopy.
...what.
Look, Sydney. I know you haven't thought about it much, but why do you think the world is not overrun with driders? Hell, why do you think the elves died out? The longer-lived something is, the less libido it has. It's an evolutionary trait. No need to pass on genes if you live for so long, right? It caught up with the elves, back in the day. If we didn't lay clutches, we'd be extinct as well. I had to amplify it. Adding some hormones, learning some behaviors, increasing sensi-
TOO. MUCH. INFORMATION. Just shut the fuck up and look for a bandit camp, will you!?
Oh, that? Straight ahead, 400 meters.
You look past her, and see the tip of a tent sticking out. It fits the distance and direction, it has to be them. Of course, you can't see any guards yet...

Sneak up first, get an idea of what you're dealing with.
They're plague victims, too. Who knows what they look like now?

Chearg!!!
Attacc, yes

Attack more casually.
None of that meme retardation here. Just a normal attack.

Try diplomacy(?)
I mean. Alright, it's an option?

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I was this close to ending this due to lack of interest from the people here and doing something new on /qst/. But here we are, continuing this.

Egan_BW · « **Reply #2498 on:** October 03, 2018, 03:10:59 pm »

Attack casually!

Devastator · « **Reply #2499 on:** October 03, 2018, 04:39:43 pm »

Attack casually.

If they're infected we might have to deal with all kinds of bullshit. Best keep our wits about us. Five seconds slower isn't going to make too much difference.

Egan_BW · « **Reply #2500 on:** October 03, 2018, 05:10:16 pm »

Aw, but that's boring. We should consider her offer of science-enabled procreation!

Ragnar the Råsh of Emal · « **Reply #2501 on:** October 03, 2018, 05:13:27 pm »

Attack Casually.

Devastator · « **Reply #2502 on:** October 03, 2018, 05:15:06 pm »

Quote from: Egan_BW on October 03, 2018, 05:10:16 pm

Aw, but that's boring. We should consider her offer of science-enabled procreation!

Isn't that what lead to there being clones of us running around? Nah, if we do any experimentation, it'll be making spiderlings from an infected corpse, as well as eating one. It being the end of the world and all, we might need extra power, and the voices in our head, although wrong about many things, have been accurate as to when doing something will give us power. We have enough stuff to research right now between this plague and our cursed friends.

omada · « **Reply #2503 on:** October 03, 2018, 11:11:49 pm »

Sneak up and then attack casually?

About the "lack of interest of players and stuff":

in my defense I am having a hell of a week against the company that provides me with internet

in one week i just got about 6 hours of working internet, if they don't discount this week on the paycheck I will bite someone

Liquefied Spleens · « **Reply #2504 on:** October 05, 2018, 05:38:35 pm »

Just follow my lead, we're going in.
Ahh, the rambunctiousness of youth. Sure, let's go.
Ugh.
You go forward into the camp, and notice that despite clearly making a lookout post, nobody is actually there. When you move past it, you find the reason why. They're all wandering around the camp, muttering in their strange language. The plague hit them, alright. They are still walking on two legs, but the heel looks to have extended to resemble that of an animal more than a human. Their skin is sloughing off, doubling off them like an incredibly disgusting cloak, bunching up around their middles as their belly seems to pinch inwards. They're inhumanly thin, and along with their malformed legs and hips, they all look uniformly female. Their arms have lengthened to reach their knees, and are almost skeletally thin. Under their rotting and moving skin, you can see scales in all sorts of colours, and in a few cases they have traded their human face with the muzzle of a lizard. Lizardpeople, with an animalistic bend. None of the bandits are even holding weapons anymore, though guessing from their new claws that won't matter enough.
Suddenly, one of them spots the two of you, though considering you were out in the open that's not exactly unexpected. The one he spots you points and screams, a high-pitched throaty roar that makes your hair stand on end. The lizards all screech in unison as they babble in their own language. The first one leaps forward, using his new legs to bounce towards you. You just raise your scimitar.

He manages to stop all his forward momentum on your blade, and manages to get his misshapen skull stuck in there. Also of note, the blade kind of got out of your hand from the force of it. You just unsheathe your new Ram Dao, to give it a spin. Reach seems more important than speed, anyhow. When you peek over at Francine, however, you notice that she's an avid jumper herself! With a single leap, she on top of the tower the the bandits would have used to spot threats. So she's a jumping spider? Interesting. No time to gawk, though!
Two more lizards pop in front of you, and try to slash at you with their claws. One, you dodge, the other, you catch with your monster arm. You counter-attack with our massive blade, and cleave one of the lizards in two with a single swing! The recovery time leaves enough of a hole for the creature to try to kick you, but you just catch his leg and pull him to the side of you. His bones, still forming into a final shape, shatter like a twig at the unexpected force, and you execute him once he lies on the ground, struggling and kicking with his broken leg. When a dead lizard lands next to you, you suspect that your companion won the scuffle on the tower. When she lands next to you, you can even note that she doesn't have a scratch. Of course, driders and high places go together rather well, and these plague victims are easy pickings. Matter of fact, those four seem to be the only ones...
The tents, of course. You get a confirmation of that when one of the larger tends suddenly comes apart from lizard people running against the supports of the tent. They crawl out of it easily enough, but like the last bunch they just jump and claw at you with no regard for self-preservation. You cut three more of them down as they trickle in, one by one. Three clean strikes with the Ram Dao makes quick work of each, delivering lethal blows in one go. This thing is working out for you! Then, you hear Francine crying out in pain.
One of the lizards managed to dropkick her straight on the chest, and they even get her bleeding using the talons on this one's feet. That particular lizard looks a bit further along in the mutation process. Considering you bothered getting her here, you kill the lizard and save her life before she comes to an embarrassing end.
Maybe... I'm a bit..* hhh* rusty. she says, winded from the blow
Yep.

With that out of the way, the camp seems about clear...
This was easy.
Way, way too easy. You start looking through the tents for anything of interest, but find nothing for the longest time. In the final tent, though, you find a survivor. Another lizardperson, though not quite as far along. He is staring into space, rocking back and forth and just as you're about to let your blade crash down upon him he suddenly lurches back.
PLEASE! No kill! No-kill! I not want die! Please. H-help... he croaks out through an unfamiliar throat. His face is already distending into a muzzle, and his skin is basically hone, but... Well, he's still lucid.
I feel dragon... Want to do bidding, but... AAaaah! Where thoughs come from? Cannot do think-think.
It's rambling, but it's also not attacking you.
Yet. What would happen if we were to eat one of these creatures? What would they taste like, I wonder...

Kill the plague victim
You would have killed him anyway, if he was a bandit. Best to put him out of his misery.

Get a sample while he's alive.
It's unlikely to make a difference, but hey, the option's here...

Interrogate him
You need to know more about this affliction. He might be able to explain something.

Capture him.
A live specimen? Perfect.

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