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[WRITING] The Carnal Souls CYOA Thread [NSFW]

Discussion in 'User-Submitted Works' started by Dolfuss, Nov 24, 2020.

  1. daedaddy

    daedaddy Well-Known Member Member

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    theres no other choice than 3.
    but to throw you off im choosing 1 ;)
    when do i get to makenher totties gigantix
     
  2. Dolfuss

    Dolfuss Well-Known Member Member

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    I mean I could tell you now, but that would ruin the adventure. ;) Though you can, of course, write in your own actions.

    ~~~~

    You've made surprising headway in only a day, and opt not to push your luck. Doing the best to corral your racing fantasies, you follow Nasrin's lead and simply bask in the moment. While the couple nearby is chatting in what sounds like a working bath, closing your eyes you can almost pretend it's just you and her. Indeed, as time passes she snuggles in closer, head settling on your shoulder. You can't resist just a little tease, reaching up to toy with her hair, eliciting a pleasant sigh.

    All good things must come to an end, however—the couple's somewhat noisy exit breaks your meditation, and your waterlogged digits signal it's time to leave. A wordless exchange passes between you and Nasrin and you clamber out of the pool to dry off. Another ingenious feature is a nearby chute for sending used towels straight to laundry, ensuring the standing racks are fresh and possibly telling maintenance when to restock. You catch one last glimpse of the girl's nude profile as she stretches rejuvenated before you suit up for the cold outdoors. [Easy Perception check - failed] As you leave the chamber you notice the redhead has also left, paying only passing attention to the remaining bathers.

    "That was nice," Nasrin declares as you make your way home. Indeed, though your legs are already issuing feeble protest, the soak has certainly helped your muscles. "And the company was pleasant, too," she grins—no sarcastic smirk, she looks genuinely pleased. [Nasrin's Affection +3, Trust +1] Mom's already started dinner when you walk in, and though she tries to shoo you away, you feel a little guilty that you were out longer than you thought and help your brother with remaining prep work. The dinner itself is largely uneventful; judging by the food, Mom's still aiming to impress, though apart from continued queries on how she's settling in they otherwise leave Nasrin alone. Freshened up by the bath and with your body a little more limber, you contemplate whether to make one last outing this evening...

    1. Hawk your wares at a tavern.
    2. Try the slums again.
    3. Investigate the Astley estate.
    4. Ask your brother about any workplace rumours.
    5. Catch up with the family.​

    Health [8/8]
    Ego [8/8]
    Orientation (Female): 2
    Kink (Bondage): 1
    Aspiration (Wealth): 5
    Affinity (Nobility): -5
    Agility: -1
    Chemistry: 1
    Endurance: 0
    Etiquette: -1
    Medicine: 0
    Perception: 0
    Persuasion: 0
    Seduction: 0
    Stealth: 0
    Wisdom: 0
    Dudly Premonitions
    Your brainwaves occasionally tap into ethereal frequencies, granting you limited powers of prediction. Random chance for minor bonus to Perception checks.
    1 silver
    106 copper
    Doctor's note
    Fleece shawl (worn)
    Overdress (worn)
    Blouse (worn)
    Wool pants (worn)
    Thrift boots (worn)
    Simple underwear (worn)
    Satchel (equipped)
    Alchemical reagents
    Alertness booster
    Anti-toxin x3
    Lover's Salve x2
    Lust draught
    Mind soother​
    Nasrin
    A young woman you found lurking in the hospice basement. She claims her stepmother had her committed under false pretense of demonic taint.
    She has a soft, cute face, with a slender button nose, a plump, slightly protruding upper lip, and large almond eyes with bright amethyst irises. Her brown skin has a natural bronzed sheen. Black hair is cropped short, flat and wilted, curling slightly inward just beneath her jaw. Whether from malnourishment or the treatment she was on, her body is boyishly slim and without definition, with a nearly-flat chest and small nipples, straight hips, and narrow thighs. Her petite pussy is topped by a thick, yet smooth and tidy triangular bush.

    She is wearing a silver-trimmed, dark-blue cloak overtop a loose-fitting stained woolen tunic and striped pleated skirt, concealing her white linen hospice gown. Loose-fitting boots adorn her feet, suitable for the snowy ground. Looped around her neck but hidden from view is a thin black string tied to a small steel-framed amethyst pendant.
    Affection: 13
    Trust: 12
    Lord Astley
    An old, and old-fashioned nobleman you met in the psych ward. Though hardly a gallant knight, he remains committed to honourable conduct.
    Attitude: -10
    A House Divided
    Among the psych patients is one Lord Astley, who claims to have been committed against his will so the family can seize his estate. He has requested you find his servant Beatrice, the only remaining member of the domestic staff he believes can secure his release.
    • You have directions to Beatrice's home and the Astley estate.
    • You may be able to sneak His Lordship out of the hospice, but he won't be enthused by the methods.
    • Lord Astley has hinted he will provide a reward for exposing the family's conspiracy.
    Fate's Spyglass
    Following Dr. Radwythe's advice, you've sought out a suitable instructor to hone your seer's gift. Unfortunately, formal education is a bit pricey, and you'll either need to scrounge up enough coin to enroll, or find an alternative tutor willing to work for cheap.
    • Professor Wellig is teaching a course; you will need 5 silver for tuition.
    • A student acquaintance has offered to recruit a tutor from his peers.
    Burnt by the Sun
    A militia calling itself the Order of the Solar Cross has been terrorizing the local beastfolk. With the authorities allegedly turning a blind eye, you have suggested the creation of a neighbourhood watch to deter future attacks in the area.
    • The stonemason Bogos is acting as a recruiter.
    • The Order's monopoly on professional weapons may dissuade people's involvement.
     
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  3. Azrin

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  4. Dolfuss

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    You don't want to drag your parents into this Solar Order business—Mom would fret needlessly and Dad would contort himself in his impulse to back you up. That said, there's one other member of the household you might be able to grill for useful clues. Leaving Nasrin to her own affairs, you hunt down your brother, nonchalantly asking how his day was. "It's like Dad said," he shrugs, "Pretty run-of-the-mill on our part. Got a couple cabinets done but the exciting jobs were other people's." From there you segue into general workplace gossip, which earns a quizzical look. "Didn't think you cared much about our office politics," he grins bemusedly.

    You shrug—you've been out of the loop for a few days, so you've got some catching up to do. "Fair enough," he chuckles, "Not much has changed—well, Javed bummed his leg on a job so that screwed up the schedule a bit, a couple people are on leave for health reasons... oh, we got tipped something generous for a home extension we did in the noble district!"

    You follow the thread a little longer, but it's soon evident it's all banal, so you hone in on the personal and start asking about his social scene. "What, you're asking who's available?" he smirks, "I thought that's why you had Nasrin..." You

    1. roll your eyes
    2. punch his shoulder
    3. smile smugly​

    warning you might go directly to his friends in future, if they prove better conversationalists. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry!" he throws up his hands in mock surrender, "Though I'll warn you upfront: Shadi definitely crushes on you..." From there, the conversation meanders, slipping back and forth between largely-irrelevant factoids about your brother's friends and colleagues and news about town. He doesn't explicitly reference organized violence, but it sounds like some live on the front lines: neighbours' homes vandalized, beastfolk with clockwork regularity suddenly much less frequent a face... though some seem to be anxious about a squeeze between greedy landlords and rumours that friends-of-friends are under threat of layoff for cheaper (often 'morph) labour. In particular, he recounts the plight of Emin, not a close friend but a solid acquaintance from a decidedly poorer background. "...He was a right mess a month ago, nearly got fired twice for tardiness. Whatever that group did, it's done wonders for him: he throws himself into his work, he's getting proper sleep, and he's just overall happier. It's like his whole soul is rejuvenated. Not sure about some of the stuff he spouts off these days though."

    Oh? What's he saying? "Oh, he's gotten it into his head that a co-worker was undermining him, rather than—you know—he's not showing up 'til after noon because he'd drunk himself into a stupor the night before. Said Dad's smart not to be hiring beastfolk, which just goes to show how little he visits the shop. Ah, it's mostly harmless—I know plenty of people who'd blame 'morphs when their chips were down but were sunshine and rainbows after bouncing back. Like Dad says, we'd rather look down on the worse-off than up to where the problem is."

    Sounds like Emin's still brooding even on the upswing, though. The rhetoric seems to match what the cheetah said about the Order... the question is whether you want to handle this on your own, or see if your brother is willing to do some probing on your behalf.

    A) Keep quiet.
    B) Share the rumours you've heard about the Order.
    C) Tell him what you saw today.​

    Health [8/8]
    Ego [8/8]
    Orientation (Female): 2
    Kink (Bondage): 1
    Aspiration (Wealth): 5
    Affinity (Nobility): -5
    Agility: -1
    Chemistry: 1
    Endurance: 0
    Etiquette: -1
    Medicine: 0
    Perception: 0
    Persuasion: 0
    Seduction: 0
    Stealth: 0
    Wisdom: 0
    Dudly Premonitions
    Your brainwaves occasionally tap into ethereal frequencies, granting you limited powers of prediction. Random chance for minor bonus to Perception checks.
    1 silver
    106 copper
    Doctor's note
    Fleece shawl (worn)
    Overdress (worn)
    Blouse (worn)
    Wool pants (worn)
    Thrift boots (worn)
    Simple underwear (worn)
    Satchel (equipped)
    Alchemical reagents
    Alertness booster
    Anti-toxin x3
    Lover's Salve x2
    Lust draught
    Mind soother​
    Nasrin
    A young woman you found lurking in the hospice basement. She claims her stepmother had her committed under false pretense of demonic taint.
    She has a soft, cute face, with a slender button nose, a plump, slightly protruding upper lip, and large almond eyes with bright amethyst irises. Her brown skin has a natural bronzed sheen. Black hair is cropped short, flat and wilted, curling slightly inward just beneath her jaw. Whether from malnourishment or the treatment she was on, her body is boyishly slim and without definition, with a nearly-flat chest and small nipples, straight hips, and narrow thighs. Her petite pussy is topped by a thick, yet smooth and tidy triangular bush.

    She is wearing a silver-trimmed, dark-blue cloak overtop a loose-fitting stained woolen tunic and striped pleated skirt, concealing her white linen hospice gown. Loose-fitting boots adorn her feet, suitable for the snowy ground. Looped around her neck but hidden from view is a thin black string tied to a small steel-framed amethyst pendant.
    Affection: 13
    Trust: 12
    Lord Astley
    An old, and old-fashioned nobleman you met in the psych ward. Though hardly a gallant knight, he remains committed to honourable conduct.
    Attitude: -10
    A House Divided
    Among the psych patients is one Lord Astley, who claims to have been committed against his will so the family can seize his estate. He has requested you find his servant Beatrice, the only remaining member of the domestic staff he believes can secure his release.
    • You have directions to Beatrice's home and the Astley estate.
    • You may be able to sneak His Lordship out of the hospice, but he won't be enthused by the methods.
    • Lord Astley has hinted he will provide a reward for exposing the family's conspiracy.
    Fate's Spyglass
    Following Dr. Radwythe's advice, you've sought out a suitable instructor to hone your seer's gift. Unfortunately, formal education is a bit pricey, and you'll either need to scrounge up enough coin to enroll, or find an alternative tutor willing to work for cheap.
    • Professor Wellig is teaching a course; you will need 5 silver for tuition.
    • A student acquaintance has offered to recruit a tutor from his peers.
    Burnt by the Sun
    A militia calling itself the Order of the Solar Cross has been terrorizing the local beastfolk. With the authorities allegedly turning a blind eye, you have suggested the creation of a neighbourhood watch to deter future attacks in the area.
    • The stonemason Bogos is acting as a recruiter.
    • The Order's monopoly on professional weapons may dissuade people's involvement.
     
  5. WildRosey

    WildRosey Active Member Member

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    Been a while!

    I've got a bit to read up on!

    ~tens of minutes later~

    3
    B
     
  6. Dolfuss

    Dolfuss Well-Known Member Member

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    You're not sure this group therapy and newfound anti-'morph attitude are coincidental; you explain that you've overheard talk in the neighbourhood of a clique calling itself the Order of the Solar Cross. Your brother's face falls from curiosity to blanched concern as you recount allegations of their systematic targeting of beastfolk, though you stop short of reporting what you observed first-hand.

    "He's not—no, I mean, he's never been violent..." he starts pacing agitatedly. You try to console him: nobody tips the chalice straight up, after all, every cult works through gradual coercion. He's only dipped his toes in, you doubt they hand out the clubs on the first day. "...But it's better if he got out early," he concludes. If his friend is involved... you mention Bogos is scouting for a community watch in case organized pogroms start cropping up around here, and it would definitely be a shame if his friend wound up in a fight.

    "Bogos? The Neighbourhood Uncle?" He chuckles nervously. "This must be serious then. What do you need from me?" You shrug; he knows Emin better than you do, so if he wants to stage an intervention that's up to him. Though it would probably help to keep his ear open around the shop, figure out whether other people are involved, dissuade those that seem on the fence. "Yeah, I can do that, sure... Though the old man would probably be better at tracing business connections."

    No, you want to keep this discreet: Mom would only worry and Dad would throw 110% in without regard to the consequences. "True enough. I'll glean what I can. Just—don't get yourself too deep in this, right?" [Quest Updated: Burnt by the Sun]

    Soon enough it's time to settle in for the night. The rest of the family retreats upstairs as you and Nasrin prepare the couch. After shedding her overclothes, she strikes an intentionally sassy pose in front of you, fist resting on an out-thrust hip. "Now that you've had a proper taste of the goods, I trust this is too tame for your flame?" she grins teasingly.

    1. Absence makes the heart grow fonder
    2. You'll just have to suffer through it
    3. All the better for the imagination
    4. Clothed or not, you'll always be thinking of her​

    you reply, setting aside your own clothes and wriggling tight into the cushions. As she snuggles gently against you, you carefully drape your arm around her front. "Sexy thoughts," she mutters, tugging the blanket down.

    A) This day was too exhausting and you fall straight to sleep.
    B) Treat yourself to a little pleasant projection.
    C) Indulge in some sensuous fantasy, though nothing outright explicit.*
    D) Oh, you've got plenty of saucy ideas on mental file...*
    E) Dive into your deepest fetishes and damn the consequences!*​

    * Once again, you can indicate specific themes to boost kink weights.

    Health [8/8]
    Ego [8/8]
    Orientation (Female): 2
    Kink (Bondage): 1
    Aspiration (Wealth): 5
    Affinity (Nobility): -5
    Agility: -1
    Chemistry: 1
    Endurance: 0
    Etiquette: -1
    Medicine: 0
    Perception: 0
    Persuasion: 0
    Seduction: 0
    Stealth: 0
    Wisdom: 0
    Dudly Premonitions
    Your brainwaves occasionally tap into ethereal frequencies, granting you limited powers of prediction. Random chance for minor bonus to Perception checks.
    1 silver
    106 copper
    Doctor's note
    Fleece shawl (worn)
    Overdress (worn)
    Blouse (worn)
    Wool pants (worn)
    Thrift boots (worn)
    Simple underwear (worn)
    Satchel (equipped)
    Alchemical reagents
    Alertness booster
    Anti-toxin x3
    Lover's Salve x2
    Lust draught
    Mind soother​
    Nasrin
    A young woman you found lurking in the hospice basement. She claims her stepmother had her committed under false pretense of demonic taint.
    She has a soft, cute face, with a slender button nose, a plump, slightly protruding upper lip, and large almond eyes with bright amethyst irises. Her brown skin has a natural bronzed sheen. Black hair is cropped short, flat and wilted, curling slightly inward just beneath her jaw. Whether from malnourishment or the treatment she was on, her body is boyishly slim and without definition, with a nearly-flat chest and small nipples, straight hips, and narrow thighs. Her petite pussy is topped by a thick, yet smooth and tidy triangular bush.

    She is wearing a silver-trimmed, dark-blue cloak overtop a loose-fitting stained woolen tunic and striped pleated skirt, concealing her white linen hospice gown. Loose-fitting boots adorn her feet, suitable for the snowy ground. Looped around her neck but hidden from view is a thin black string tied to a small steel-framed amethyst pendant.
    Affection: 13
    Trust: 12
    Lord Astley
    An old, and old-fashioned nobleman you met in the psych ward. Though hardly a gallant knight, he remains committed to honourable conduct.
    Attitude: -10
    A House Divided
    Among the psych patients is one Lord Astley, who claims to have been committed against his will so the family can seize his estate. He has requested you find his servant Beatrice, the only remaining member of the domestic staff he believes can secure his release.
    • You have directions to Beatrice's home and the Astley estate.
    • You may be able to sneak His Lordship out of the hospice, but he won't be enthused by the methods.
    • Lord Astley has hinted he will provide a reward for exposing the family's conspiracy.
    Fate's Spyglass
    Following Dr. Radwythe's advice, you've sought out a suitable instructor to hone your seer's gift. Unfortunately, formal education is a bit pricey, and you'll either need to scrounge up enough coin to enroll, or find an alternative tutor willing to work for cheap.
    • Professor Wellig is teaching a course; you will need 5 silver for tuition.
    • A student acquaintance has offered to recruit a tutor from his peers.
    Burnt by the Sun
    A militia calling itself the Order of the Solar Cross has been terrorizing the local beastfolk. With the authorities allegedly turning a blind eye, you have suggested the creation of a neighbourhood watch to deter future attacks in the area.
    • The stonemason Bogos is acting as a recruiter.
    • The Order's monopoly on professional weapons may dissuade people's involvement.
    • Your brother is keeping abreast of shop talk for further leads.
     
  7. WildRosey

    WildRosey Active Member Member

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    Hm... Well, I'll keep the submissive streak going, lol.

    3

    Hm.... E or D.... HmMMM.

    E.


    How many kinky thoughts should I express?
    *'You think about Nasrin clasping a dog collar on your neck, hearing her ask, "who's a good puppy?"
    She runs her smooth hand from the top of your head to your scalp; beginning to scratch at it lightly. "A good puppy always needs to listen..." She smiles deviously.'

    If the PC can have more thoughts:
    'She stands up, and you notice the silhouette of an upright shaft right around where you thought you'd seen her triangular bush. She takes a few quiet steps forward before bringing the head of the rod closer to your mouth. "A good girl will please her owner," she whispers as she continues to pet you.'
     
  8. Dolfuss

    Dolfuss Well-Known Member Member

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    [Kink (Submissive) +1, (Petplay) +1, (Futa) +1, (Oral) +1]

    Your over-active imagination threatens to keep you from sleeping at all, but eventually you find yourself back in the bathhouse, this time with the whole pool to yourselves. After far more handsy flirting than you dared risk in the real world, Nasrin dips in for a peck on your forehead before you haul yourselves out. While she straightens up and strides to the shelves, you crawl on hands and knees, vigorously shaking your whole body, the water disappearing from your skin. Turning back to you with a wide grin, the girl looks healthier, a subtle but noticeable swell to her ass and petite but visible mounds on her chest. You beam back at her, shuffling up to her feet. Leaving her clothes be, she retrieves a simple leather collar from the neighbouring cubby, kneeling down to clasp it around your neck. "There's a good girl," she coos, running her fingers over your scalp and through your hair, coaxing a tremble through your core and a whine from your lips. Nasrin smirks. "You like to please Mistress, don't you?" You nod eagerly, imitating a dog's pant as she continues petting your head, reaching around to tickle your ears. "And you do such a good job," she sighs, shuffling back slightly as she rises up onto her knees. Rapidly swelling from her groin is a slender phallus perfectly-toned to the rest of her body. Biting her lip, she looks to you equal parts shy and giddy. "...And I think my good girl's earned a treat, hm?" You respond by nuzzling her crotch, prompting a half-giggle, half-moan as your mistress guides you into position. "Such an obedient puppy!" she breathes as you dutifully set to work...

    You awake abruptly—hot, sweaty, and with a rapidly-blooming, tell-tale afterglow that makes you

    1. wince
    2. blush
    3. grin​

    at the knowledge you'll need to do some early-morning laundry. You may have had sexy dreams before, but you don't recall them ever feeling this vivid... Part of you would rather skip today entirely and see if you can pick up where you left off. [Seduction +1] Nasrin meanwhile seems to be having a perfectly normal sleep... despite your pebbles pressing firmly into her back, treacherous body having reacted to your REM cycle by spooning her tight. You do your best to pry yourself off before she wakes, teasing whispers of the dream tormenting you as you wait for the house to rise.

    "Morning," she croaks when she finally wakes, rolling over to give you a soft, oblivious smile; you can't help but smile back. Watching her get up and stretch, you think she's definitely looking better: there's a little more bounce to her hair, and a definite pep in her step as she redresses. For your part, the strain of the last two days has finally faded. [Agility +1] Mumbling vague excuses you duck out to change your underwear, and by the time you've cleaned up the rest of the family is in gear.

    Rejoining Nasrin, you tidy up the couch, her hand alighting on your upper arm as you're about to join breakfast. "I just want to say," she says softly, fixing you with an anxious-yet-determined look, "I meant what I said, about the bath. We're still mostly strangers, but... I dunno, it's hard to explain," she rubs the back of her neck, "I tease you a lot but I do appreciate the attention. I might be shy in showing it but... I like you. And I dunno if you're looking for anything committed but... I'm not kidding if you want to eat out sometime." By the time she finishes, she has a soft, almost serene grin. [Nasrin's Affection +6, Trust +4]

    Breakfast proceeds as normal; your brother slips an affirmative word about last night's chat before leaving for work. You help with a few minor chores, but as you reflect on the larger tasks ahead you resolve to knuckle down on a concrete plan for today:

    A) Focus on finding Beatrice.
    B) Delve further into the Astley family squabble.
    C) Focus on scrounging up that tuition.
    D) Seek further leads in combating the Order.
    E) Head off in a cardinal direction of your choosing:
    North leads into a mountain pass;
    Immediately East is Saint Catherine's Hospice;
    South connects to the regional thoroughfare;
    West is forested foothills.​

    Health [8/8]
    Ego [8/8]
    Orientation (Female): 2
    Kink (Bondage): 1
    Kink (Submissive): 1
    Kink (Petplay): 1
    Kink (Futa): 1
    Kink (Oral): 1
    Aspiration (Wealth): 5
    Affinity (Nobility): -5
    Agility: 0
    Chemistry: 1
    Endurance: 0
    Etiquette: -1
    Medicine: 0
    Perception: 0
    Persuasion: 0
    Seduction: 0
    Stealth: 0
    Wisdom: 0
    Dudly Premonitions
    Your brainwaves occasionally tap into ethereal frequencies, granting you limited powers of prediction. Random chance for minor bonus to Perception checks.
    1 silver
    106 copper
    Doctor's note
    Fleece shawl (worn)
    Overdress (worn)
    Blouse (worn)
    Wool pants (worn)
    Thrift boots (worn)
    Simple underwear (worn)
    Satchel (equipped)
    Alchemical reagents
    Alertness booster
    Anti-toxin x3
    Lover's Salve x2
    Lust draught
    Mind soother​
    Nasrin
    A young woman you found lurking in the hospice basement. She claims her stepmother had her committed under false pretense of demonic taint.
    She has a soft, cute face, with a slender button nose, a plump, slightly protruding upper lip, and large almond eyes with bright amethyst irises. Her brown skin has a natural bronzed sheen. Black hair is cropped short, flat and wilted, curling slightly inward just beneath her jaw. Whether from malnourishment or the treatment she was on, her body is boyishly slim and without definition, with a nearly-flat chest and small nipples, straight hips, and narrow thighs. Her petite pussy is topped by a thick, yet smooth and tidy triangular bush.

    She is wearing a silver-trimmed, dark-blue cloak overtop a loose-fitting stained woolen tunic and striped pleated skirt, concealing her white linen hospice gown. Loose-fitting boots adorn her feet, suitable for the snowy ground. Looped around her neck but hidden from view is a thin black string tied to a small steel-framed amethyst pendant.
    Affection: 19
    Trust: 16
    Lord Astley
    An old, and old-fashioned nobleman you met in the psych ward. Though hardly a gallant knight, he remains committed to honourable conduct.
    Attitude: -10
    A House Divided
    Among the psych patients is one Lord Astley, who claims to have been committed against his will so the family can seize his estate. He has requested you find his servant Beatrice, the only remaining member of the domestic staff he believes can secure his release.
    • You have directions to Beatrice's home and the Astley estate.
    • You may be able to sneak His Lordship out of the hospice, but he won't be enthused by the methods.
    • Lord Astley has hinted he will provide a reward for exposing the family's conspiracy.
    Fate's Spyglass
    Following Dr. Radwythe's advice, you've sought out a suitable instructor to hone your seer's gift. Unfortunately, formal education is a bit pricey, and you'll either need to scrounge up enough coin to enroll, or find an alternative tutor willing to work for cheap.
    • Professor Wellig is teaching a course; you will need 5 silver for tuition.
    • A student acquaintance has offered to recruit a tutor from his peers.
    Burnt by the Sun
    A militia calling itself the Order of the Solar Cross has been terrorizing the local beastfolk. With the authorities allegedly turning a blind eye, you have suggested the creation of a neighbourhood watch to deter future attacks in the area.
    • The stonemason Bogos is acting as a recruiter.
    • The Order's monopoly on professional weapons may dissuade people's involvement.
    • Your brother is keeping abreast of shop talk for further leads.
     

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