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Against my better judgement I'm making a new one, I'm assuming the last one was deleted because of the off topic argument
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What future does Lofn have in the grim darkness of the far future? I didn't see any stories explaining this picture, is there something hidden away in /tg/?
I bet most of you are getting sick of that introduction. God knows I'm kind of sick of repeating myself. I think you guys get the point by now, right? I'm a demi-god, dealing with a whole lot bullshit involving my sister, killers, snoopy asshole hipsters and now my own followers are causing trouble. I've got a lot on my plate.
Let's get that out of the way, and get back into the story.
Now I've just inducted a new priestess into my service. She is, or was, my girlfriend Alma. She's sitting on my couch getting dressed, cleaning vodka off her neck with an old washer, while still coming down from that intense high, face all flushed and flustered, hair all messed up. Never seen her look so damn relaxed before though. Her body looked like liquid draped over my crummy ass furniture. No one should look that comfortable on a twenty dollar couch.
She's not the follower causing problems. That would be my handmaiden, the one sitting next to her and my first one ever, Ellie.
She's giving me all smiles. I can tell she's real damn happy that I've gone and made another handmaiden. I can tell not just because of that smile and the way she leaned against the couch, lookin' at me with big eyes behind big frames, but because of a cluster of pleasure in the back of my head. It was just a little glow compared to the spot Alma took up, coming down as she was from her initiation, but I could feel it all the same.
Something about her seemed smug. The cat like smile. Like she set this all up.
But it isn't Alma getting made a maenad that had me annoyed either.
Ellie had gone and slept with another guy, a good guy getting hitched to a lady I liked a whole lot.
"You're angry," she said, but didn't seem scared by that, "Can I get a chance to explain myself?"
> explanation better be good > no, all you're getting is punished
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Years of work in on the periphery of the Sar desert, trading with gnolls and working on the ships of other goblins to make pilgrimage to the mist-wreathed isles of Gobl, first earning money, then beseeching for your own marque, building a ship and assembling a crew, and finally loading her with the fine ceramic vases of gnolls, and the oils and wines that merit many furs and bales of cotton from the humans of Ruqvela, which would in turn fetch a good price from the elves, both black and grey. A splendid and profitable plan, before the storm arose. Now you're lying on the shore as poor as you ever were, your crew drowned to a man, like as not, and your beautiful ship scuttled a thousand yards from the shore. You've made it as far as Ruqvela, at least, though it'll do you scant good with nothing to sell here. At least you've got your skin, but regaining your fortune may be the work of a lifetime.
[] Search the shoreline for something salvageable - it's not likely that much made it here, but there's enough crags and rocks that being sure would take some time. [] Set out along the coast, for a human city that should be somewhat near here - though "near" may be a day's walk or a week's, for all you know [] Head inland, towards a high place, and seek to get a view of the land []Other