Post by docclox on Nov 14, 2010 15:31:10 GMT -5
I was thinking about side quests and exploration and I had an idea. Daisy, feel free to use it, abuse it, or ignore it completely. I'm having my fun in the writing.
Anyway, without further ado:
Delivery Run
Quest Requirements: Game day >= 120
Anarista gives the quest when the player calls into the auction house:
"I might have some work for you if you're interested. I've got a client who wants a slave trained to spec. I tried to tell him we were more about 'raw materials' than 'finished product' but he wasn't having it."
"Anyway, I told him I'd see what I can do. He wants a virgin, trained to be perfectly obedient, and skilled in the use of her mouth and ass. Pay is 1200 gold, plus some magical dodads I never heard of before. Interested?"
Player options: Yes/No/What's the catch?
If No: "Damn. I guess I'm going to have to offer it to Bubba after all. OK, kid, thanks for your time": Quest Ends
If "Yes" or "What's the catch?", Anarista continues
"The catch is that you're going to have to deliver. This guy lives deep into the Green, and you're going to have to fight your way to him while keeping the product alive and hymen intact. Probably a good idea to put her in a chastity belt for the duration"
"Bearing that in mind, do we have a deal?"
Player Options are: "Yes" or "No". The "No" option is same as earlier.
If "Yes", back to Anarista:
"Outstanding. OK, come back when you have the product ready, and we'll talk about delivery. Quick as you can, now, the client said this was urgent".
***
The player now need to turn in a girl with obedience >= 90, blowjob and anal skills >= 75 and wearing a chastity belt. When a girl passes the check, she gets sent to the pens, and there's another convo with Anarista
"All right, she should do. Nice work. Now you need to deliver the product to the client who lives deep in the Green.
"I can't tell you exactly where he lives, but he game me this obsidian compass thing. Just follow where it points and you'll get there. Do not lose it if you want to be paid."
"When you're ready, check the product out of the pens and set out. I'd advise taking a bit of muscle with you, so you might want to get that organised first. And remember - no one wants to pay for a half dead slave - protect the product!"
***
Player goes home, checks the trained girl out of the pens, chooses two others to round out the party and sets out into the green. The journey is medium-long with usual encounters.
At the end they come upon something like a ruined, where they are met by a stooped, wizened old man, who greets them thusly:
"Hey! Welcome! Come on in. You are the slave trainer, I take it? Tell me you're the slave trainer. Never mind, 'course you are. Who else would travel the Green with lovelies like these?"
"Ehhh... listen to me rattle on. Introductions. I am Johmanayomanyo, Mighty Volcano God of the Sunshard Islands. Call me 'Joe', I would. I'm very pleased to meetcha."
"For my sins, I find myself incarnate upon this no-seas, no-magma pebble in the me-forsaken void. But enough about me. Which one of these charming ladies is my bride-to-be?"
Player Responses: "Bride?" "Volcano?" "WHAT?"
If "What?"
"Oh, hey, don't tell me they didn't brief you on this bit. OK, I guess if you got questions then you better ask them. G'wan. Shoot."
Options here are "What do you mean, 'bride?'" and "What's a volcano?" - they both lead to the same discussions as the bride and volcano options in the previous option.
If "Volcano":
"Volcano? You know: tidal flexing melts planetary rock causing subterranean presure released by explosive erruptions of magma? No? How about big-mountain-go-boom-destroy-village-with-fire? Any bells ringing?
Player: "I don't think we get them around here"
Volcano Joe: "Damn right. Artificial planetoid, no rocky mantle, no pressure, no volcanoes. And you you want to keep it that way then what you need is to get me a bride".
Player: Yeah about this "Bride" business...
(and we join back up with the "Bride" option from earlier)
"Try and see this from my viewpoint. I'm like this living personification of masculine, vital energy, dig? At some point, all that virile essence has to come shooting out. And if it can't get out one way, it's going come out another."
"Bottom line is this: I don't get me some poontang, then I'm going to end up raining fiery death down upon ... probably upon the entire planet for little speck like this place."
"I'm not being a bad guy here. It's kind of the divine equivalent of a wet dream. You wake up, there's a wet patch on the sheet, you think 'oh no I did it again'. Only in my case "it" is burying the populace three feet deep in molten rock."
(If the player hasn't done the Volcano option, he gets to say "explain this volcano thing again". Otherwise it's "You made an odd choice for a marriage bureau")
Volcano Joe: "Well, my bride has to come to me of her own free will, or the ritual will fail. Back home, the islanders understood these things. Here though, I find most women get put off by the immolation-in-molten-lava aspect of things"
PC: "Is that what it sounds like?"
Joe: "What? No, of course not. What do you think I, am some sort of pervert? Well ... OK, I am several sorts of pervert. I'm just not THAT kind of pervert.
PC: "So you're not going to burn her alive?"
Joe: "No! Where would be the fun in that. She gets transported to the heavenly realms where I can make divine love to her for Eternity."
Joe: "It just looks burning-to-death to the uninitiated is all. You can imagine how that leads to misunderstandings, on occasion."
(ok - at this point I think the player may well have reservations about the proj
ect)
PC options:
PC: "I don't think I want to do this any more"
Joe: "Oh dear. And here I thought I was dealing with professionals. All right, get out of here. I'll see if I can make other arrangements before I end up destroying the world.
(player has to fight his way back. Anarista tears a strip off him for his conduct. No pay and a hit to rep)
PC: "I think I'm going to have to kill you"
Joe: "Oh dear. And here I thought I was dealing with professionals".
Joe morphs into a giant lava boss-monster and summons four lesser lava monsters. If player survives, consequences are as if he'd just left.
PC: "If you're lying, I'm going to be really cross"
Joe: "That's the spirit! Anyway, I need someone to come to me of her own will, so I need someone trained to obedience. And I figure, as long as I'm getting a slave trained, I might as well have her taught some other useful skills".
PC: So what do we do now?
Joe: Take her over to the altar there and tie her down.
(PC moves over to the altar on the exploraton screen. Joe's bride vanishes from
the party and appears on the altar).
Joe: "And now ... LET YOUR PHYSICAL FORM BE CONSUMED BY THE FIRE OF MY PASSION!"
Joe: ...
(nothing happens)
Joe: "*ahem* LET YOUR PHYSICAL FORM BE CONSUMED BY THE FIRE OF MY PASSION!"
Joe: ...
(nothing continues to happen)
Joe: "I said: LET YOUR PHYSICAL FORM BE CONSUMED BY THE FIRE OF MY PASSION!"
Joe: ...
Joe: ...
(still nothing)
Joe: ... shit
(One of the other non-bride slavegirls giggles)
PC: Don't worry. I bet that happens to all volcano gods from time to time.
Joe: Smartass. Anyway, this isn't my fault.
PC: I'll bet.
Joe: She just needs to be dressed in the ceremonial rainments.
PC: You didn't think to mention this earlier?
Joe: Don't get lippy with me, mortal. Normally I have a priesthood to take care of this sort of detail. It's a long time since I had to do this from memory.
Joe: Anyway, it's not that bad. The rainments are close at hand.
PC: How close is that?
Joe: About 20 miles north of here. Let me adjust your compass.
PC: Hang on. Explain why this is my problem?
Joe: You want to get paid, I need to get laid. Come on now, sooner you start the sooner you finish.
PC: So it's 20 miles north ... where exactly?
Joe: In the ruins of my last temple. Remeber what we were saying about misunderstandings? Well that one was a doozy, let me tell you
Joe: And don't take any shit from my apostate priesthood! They'll probably tell you all sorts of guff about how I'm this extra-dimensional destroyer god who's going to blow up the world
PC: And are you?
Joe: YES! But I'm trying not to be. Now are you going to help, or not?
PC: Well, if you put it like that....
-- more on the way, but probably not tonight
Anyway, without further ado:
Delivery Run
Quest Requirements: Game day >= 120
Anarista gives the quest when the player calls into the auction house:
"I might have some work for you if you're interested. I've got a client who wants a slave trained to spec. I tried to tell him we were more about 'raw materials' than 'finished product' but he wasn't having it."
"Anyway, I told him I'd see what I can do. He wants a virgin, trained to be perfectly obedient, and skilled in the use of her mouth and ass. Pay is 1200 gold, plus some magical dodads I never heard of before. Interested?"
Player options: Yes/No/What's the catch?
If No: "Damn. I guess I'm going to have to offer it to Bubba after all. OK, kid, thanks for your time": Quest Ends
If "Yes" or "What's the catch?", Anarista continues
"The catch is that you're going to have to deliver. This guy lives deep into the Green, and you're going to have to fight your way to him while keeping the product alive and hymen intact. Probably a good idea to put her in a chastity belt for the duration"
"Bearing that in mind, do we have a deal?"
Player Options are: "Yes" or "No". The "No" option is same as earlier.
If "Yes", back to Anarista:
"Outstanding. OK, come back when you have the product ready, and we'll talk about delivery. Quick as you can, now, the client said this was urgent".
***
The player now need to turn in a girl with obedience >= 90, blowjob and anal skills >= 75 and wearing a chastity belt. When a girl passes the check, she gets sent to the pens, and there's another convo with Anarista
"All right, she should do. Nice work. Now you need to deliver the product to the client who lives deep in the Green.
"I can't tell you exactly where he lives, but he game me this obsidian compass thing. Just follow where it points and you'll get there. Do not lose it if you want to be paid."
"When you're ready, check the product out of the pens and set out. I'd advise taking a bit of muscle with you, so you might want to get that organised first. And remember - no one wants to pay for a half dead slave - protect the product!"
***
Player goes home, checks the trained girl out of the pens, chooses two others to round out the party and sets out into the green. The journey is medium-long with usual encounters.
At the end they come upon something like a ruined, where they are met by a stooped, wizened old man, who greets them thusly:
"Hey! Welcome! Come on in. You are the slave trainer, I take it? Tell me you're the slave trainer. Never mind, 'course you are. Who else would travel the Green with lovelies like these?"
"Ehhh... listen to me rattle on. Introductions. I am Johmanayomanyo, Mighty Volcano God of the Sunshard Islands. Call me 'Joe', I would. I'm very pleased to meetcha."
"For my sins, I find myself incarnate upon this no-seas, no-magma pebble in the me-forsaken void. But enough about me. Which one of these charming ladies is my bride-to-be?"
Player Responses: "Bride?" "Volcano?" "WHAT?"
If "What?"
"Oh, hey, don't tell me they didn't brief you on this bit. OK, I guess if you got questions then you better ask them. G'wan. Shoot."
Options here are "What do you mean, 'bride?'" and "What's a volcano?" - they both lead to the same discussions as the bride and volcano options in the previous option.
If "Volcano":
"Volcano? You know: tidal flexing melts planetary rock causing subterranean presure released by explosive erruptions of magma? No? How about big-mountain-go-boom-destroy-village-with-fire? Any bells ringing?
Player: "I don't think we get them around here"
Volcano Joe: "Damn right. Artificial planetoid, no rocky mantle, no pressure, no volcanoes. And you you want to keep it that way then what you need is to get me a bride".
Player: Yeah about this "Bride" business...
(and we join back up with the "Bride" option from earlier)
"Try and see this from my viewpoint. I'm like this living personification of masculine, vital energy, dig? At some point, all that virile essence has to come shooting out. And if it can't get out one way, it's going come out another."
"Bottom line is this: I don't get me some poontang, then I'm going to end up raining fiery death down upon ... probably upon the entire planet for little speck like this place."
"I'm not being a bad guy here. It's kind of the divine equivalent of a wet dream. You wake up, there's a wet patch on the sheet, you think 'oh no I did it again'. Only in my case "it" is burying the populace three feet deep in molten rock."
(If the player hasn't done the Volcano option, he gets to say "explain this volcano thing again". Otherwise it's "You made an odd choice for a marriage bureau")
Volcano Joe: "Well, my bride has to come to me of her own free will, or the ritual will fail. Back home, the islanders understood these things. Here though, I find most women get put off by the immolation-in-molten-lava aspect of things"
PC: "Is that what it sounds like?"
Joe: "What? No, of course not. What do you think I, am some sort of pervert? Well ... OK, I am several sorts of pervert. I'm just not THAT kind of pervert.
PC: "So you're not going to burn her alive?"
Joe: "No! Where would be the fun in that. She gets transported to the heavenly realms where I can make divine love to her for Eternity."
Joe: "It just looks burning-to-death to the uninitiated is all. You can imagine how that leads to misunderstandings, on occasion."
(ok - at this point I think the player may well have reservations about the proj
ect)
PC options:
- I don't think I want to do this
- I'm going to have to kill you now
- if you're lying, I'm going to get really cross with you...
PC: "I don't think I want to do this any more"
Joe: "Oh dear. And here I thought I was dealing with professionals. All right, get out of here. I'll see if I can make other arrangements before I end up destroying the world.
(player has to fight his way back. Anarista tears a strip off him for his conduct. No pay and a hit to rep)
PC: "I think I'm going to have to kill you"
Joe: "Oh dear. And here I thought I was dealing with professionals".
Joe morphs into a giant lava boss-monster and summons four lesser lava monsters. If player survives, consequences are as if he'd just left.
PC: "If you're lying, I'm going to be really cross"
Joe: "That's the spirit! Anyway, I need someone to come to me of her own will, so I need someone trained to obedience. And I figure, as long as I'm getting a slave trained, I might as well have her taught some other useful skills".
PC: So what do we do now?
Joe: Take her over to the altar there and tie her down.
(PC moves over to the altar on the exploraton screen. Joe's bride vanishes from
the party and appears on the altar).
Joe: "And now ... LET YOUR PHYSICAL FORM BE CONSUMED BY THE FIRE OF MY PASSION!"
Joe: ...
(nothing happens)
Joe: "*ahem* LET YOUR PHYSICAL FORM BE CONSUMED BY THE FIRE OF MY PASSION!"
Joe: ...
(nothing continues to happen)
Joe: "I said: LET YOUR PHYSICAL FORM BE CONSUMED BY THE FIRE OF MY PASSION!"
Joe: ...
Joe: ...
(still nothing)
Joe: ... shit
(One of the other non-bride slavegirls giggles)
PC: Don't worry. I bet that happens to all volcano gods from time to time.
Joe: Smartass. Anyway, this isn't my fault.
PC: I'll bet.
Joe: She just needs to be dressed in the ceremonial rainments.
PC: You didn't think to mention this earlier?
Joe: Don't get lippy with me, mortal. Normally I have a priesthood to take care of this sort of detail. It's a long time since I had to do this from memory.
Joe: Anyway, it's not that bad. The rainments are close at hand.
PC: How close is that?
Joe: About 20 miles north of here. Let me adjust your compass.
PC: Hang on. Explain why this is my problem?
Joe: You want to get paid, I need to get laid. Come on now, sooner you start the sooner you finish.
PC: So it's 20 miles north ... where exactly?
Joe: In the ruins of my last temple. Remeber what we were saying about misunderstandings? Well that one was a doozy, let me tell you
Joe: And don't take any shit from my apostate priesthood! They'll probably tell you all sorts of guff about how I'm this extra-dimensional destroyer god who's going to blow up the world
PC: And are you?
Joe: YES! But I'm trying not to be. Now are you going to help, or not?
PC: Well, if you put it like that....
-- more on the way, but probably not tonight