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[WRITING] The Carnal Souls CYOA Thread (Rating Pending)

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  1. Azrin

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    [Aspiration (Wealth) +5]

    "Headstrong? Mischievous? A little too forward sometimes?" she smirks. "No, but I can't thank you enough for getting me out of there. Or putting me up here. I—" She licks her lips, struggling to find the words. "You've done way more for me than I probably deserve. You've got a good heart."

    You slip your arm behind her shoulders and give her a conciliatory squeeze. You tell her it's nothing, but that's a self-effacing lie; the shimmer in her eyes speaks for you both. "And yeah," she continues, tamping down the swell of emotion, "Gainful employment, a happy family... you've got it good here. Never take that for granted."

    Noon rolls around and your mother summons you for lunch. Most of the introductory small-talk has been covered, though she continues to query Nasrin on her sleep, how she's settling in, and so forth. You think she's being overly anxious, though the girl is all too eager to respond in detail; given your recent chat, you're not sure whether her superlative descriptions are merely playing to Mom. As you clean up, you ponder how to spend the afternoon: your legs are still stiff but the ache is abating, so you could probably manage a short outing.

    1.See what other chores need doing.
    2. Do another round at the market.
    3. Give Nasrin a tour of the neighbourhood.
    4. Take a trip to the bathhouse.
    5. Revisit the slums; they're close enough to be manageable.
    6. It's your day off; go take a nap.​

    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
    126 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
    Healing draught x2
    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.

    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. You remember seeing a thin black string around her neck, likely part of some hidden jewelry.
    Affection: 10
    Trust: 9
    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.
     
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    You figure if Nasrin will be staying for the long haul, she should know the local layout for when she isn't in your company. Suiting up for the chill, you leave the house and guide her down the street. It's very much a working-class neighbourhood, the roads partially paved but in varying states of maintenance; by virtue of being part of the Old Town, your particular block is more sturdily-built than the later housing further beyond the Circle Road. As you wind your way through, you recount the notable neighbours you've known: "Grandma" Nousha, the witch that mentored your early foray into potions; Erdem, an old friend of your father's who allegedly served in the expedition against the Beylagan Manticore; jackal sisters Munira and Fadila, recognizable by their peculiar solid-black pelts; Sagi, a jovial man charitable to his friends but with whom one must never engage in financial transaction; Ammon, a reclusive orc who becam a local hero for rescuing a family from a house fire; Etheldred, a stocky, fair-skinned and bright-haired woman rumoured to be a retired adventurer and single mother to seven daughters...

    As you approach a T-junction, you hastily shepherd Nasrin close to the wall down the right-hand side. "Now, this street you want to avoid," you explain, pointing to a house down the other way with a faded blue-and-gold awning. "That's the home of Leon the Lech. He's not dangerous, exactly, he's just..."

    "Leon the Lech," she smirks.

    Noting Nasrin's reactions as you continue the tour, you suspect these are not the sort of surroundings she's accustomed to, and eventually ask her as such. "I guess it depends how you qualify working class," she grins ruefully. "I can't say we would've been friends on the same block, but... well, let's just say I know what it takes for you to earn a living." More family trouble, you suspect, and refrain from prodding further.

    As you're circling back around home, you pick up a commotion and detour down a side street towards a group of people clustered around a figure on the ground. Approaching, you find the splayed form of a striped hyena-morph, roughed up something vicious: blood streaks over the cobblestones out from his mouth, clothes torn and fur matted from deep cuts all across his body. Though you can't make out his breathing from the excited din of the onlookers, from the faint twitch of ears and limbs you gather he's still alive.

    "Oh, thank the gods you're here!" cries Bogos, a stonemason and irregular customer of yours. "They beat him near half to death—you have any potions on-hand? We sent for Qusay but who knows where he is at this time of day..." He ushers you in through the crowd, bringing you right before the victim.

    "Those fucking zealots, I can't believe they'd do it in broad daylight!"

    Up close, the sight is even uglier: half-lidded eyes dance about unfocused and you can faintly hear a shallow wheeze. You're not sure what sort of internal injuries he's sustained, but if they're anything like the surface you can understand why no-one's seen fit to move him inside. Even using both health potions might not fix it all, though at least it should get him stable... assuming you're prepared to chalk the loss in your ledger.

    1. Administer what you can pro bono.
    2. They'll pay you afterwards, right?
    3. Say you have none to spare.​

    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
    126 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
    Healing draught x2
    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.

    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. You remember seeing a thin black string around her neck, likely part of some hidden jewelry.
    Affection: 10
    Trust: 9
    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.
     
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