And now for a break of something a bit lighter compared to Sulla and OPERATORS . A Generation A spinoff taking place in the other world. Pre-2012 event.Old threads here: http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/archive.html?tags=Generation%20AFreshly fallen snow crunches quietly underneath the heavy, hard soles of boiled leather as you make your way through the wiry branches of a swiftly darkening forest.Trees only a moment ago enjoying the gentle breezes of summer now locked in the cold embrace of a still and silent winter. Leaves frozen too swiftly to fall to the ground, tears of dew still and solid. Grass frosted, yet still green through the kiss of ice.For now, at least, you are alone. Well ahead of the rest of your band as trudge through this foreign, unknown landscape, brass rings clattering quietly against one another as the wind sways your beard.You had never seen a summer like this, trees so green, apples so plump and crisp nestled high in inviting branches. All your life you have only ever truly known the cold and harsh grip of a land that fully thaws perhaps only once a decade. Bards sing of summers you've never been fortunate enough to witness in your nineteen years. Of bountiful harvests; fjords clear of ice, and a warm, inviting sun.Though being who you are, the allure of summer is at best a minor curiosity.Frosts live for the ice and the heavy falls and the biting winds.Especially when hunting.To your right you can still hear the distressed snorting of several chained beasts you've never witnessed before. Their shrill cries intermingling with the shouts of their handlers. Both made equally uneasy by the sudden and terrifying change of seasons. Their placid, quiet land now a whipping blizzard.With a few more steps you reach the center of the snow covered brick road and turn to face the oncoming wagon, its large hold so encumbered the wheels struggle through the mere few inches of fresh fall.
Large, dark brown eyes stare at you with obvious distrust as the two coach hands in front ready crude fire hardened spears in uncertain hands as their beasts of burden snort long and loud. Two more lean out from the sides of a rear bench, readying long bows of warped yew, each ready to draw at a moment's notice.You gaze about the scene almost lazily, having hoped for perhaps tougher prey for your first meeting. Nevertheless, this sorry group would have to suffice.Words in a rough tongue you couldn't even begin to comprehend greet you, rather than the arrows already nocked. The two in front shout while the two behind mutter as they scan the trees, obviously expecting more to emerge from the woodline.More strange, unknown creatures clad in dark leathers and the heavy black capes of enormous mountain bears. Creatures hefting steel and torch with death in their wake.You would hate to disappoint their preconceived notions.Without so much as a word in response to their calls, you start your attack, feet kicking up clouds of white in their wake.The two archers never had a chance to loose before your axes were upon them. Two whirling blades of old, dark steel, each so inscribed with runes that any more would have to overlap another. Each snapped forth from one of your powerful hands. The weapons sail true as they have untold times before, from your hands and those who came before you.The first axe catches the creature on the left a moment after it began to draw its string. The arrow hopping off in a lazy arc and sticking upright in the snow. Snow that, a moment later, is steaming from the hot blood and brains now decorating it.A pained grunt is forced from the lips of the second target as the blade embeds itself up to the haft right into its sternum with a loud, wet *thunk*. The creature manages to grab hold of the stained wood, but is dead before finding the strength to attempt anything more.
All the pair of spearmen in front can mange is a groan of dismay before you're upon them, heavy, long, two-handed axe raised high above your head before you split the first one through the shoulder and into the groin. The blade sinks with next to no resistance before the hip bone finally manages to stop it with a cracking you can feel even as you hear it. Pink flesh of little concern for a head so heavy and sharp as your rather gruesome weapon.The second nearly levels his spear before, with a confused and dazed look, he reaches down to feel the blade of ice now lodged in his throat. The body spasms as it dies, blood spurting blue jets from the wound.With two deft strides you climb atop the large enclosed wooden wagon and turn back toward the forest you had left moments ago. A throaty bellow rings through the trees as you blow an intricate hunting horn in victory, banging the side of your heavy axe against the carriage. The others of your group will hear that, no matter how far behind. They will hear and come quickly, the allure of loot far too strong to even hope to ignore.You'd left them to attend to the ships while setting off on your own, the prow of the lead of the three large craft not even against the beach before you'd splashed down into waters warmer than any you'd ever known.Hammering stakes and locking oars are far outside the concerns of a Glacierborn. Even one so young as yourself.And to the first victor go the first and best of the spoils.The chained, horned beasts leading the cart make a low belching noise in protest as you step past them after retrieving your throwing axes; still slick with fresh blood and a coil of brains, but they can't shy far in such harnesses.Instead of what you assume might well be your supper for tonight, you turn your attention toward the promise of the what lies within your captured cart atop its high, iron reinforced wheels.
ok so slutty fox loliI'm in
A quick, short chop of your heavy axe is more than enough to sheer off the pocked iron lock and you waste no time in ripping the chipped wooden door open to gaze inside.The findings, however, are rather to your dismay.Against one wall leans a bundle of carved wooden staves, and while ornate, none appear to hide any gold or nestle any stones.Against the others are simple sacks of woven twine.And in the center rests an imposing cauldron of charred black metal, likely what had weighed down the entire cart. To your annoyance, even it is empty. No obvious gold, no chests of gems. Naught but cheap sacks and an iron cooking pot too large to begin to bother with, were it even worth the effort.Not exactly the pile of treasure you'd been hoping to wrest free and take for yourself. Though you keep in mind that such a find would likely have been better guarded.Sack after sack you toss out into the snow, intending to open them once outside. You think for a moment of tossing out the cauldron as well, but upon searching for anything hidden underneath, you decide it isn't worth the effort. Nor are the carved sticks, which wouldn't fetch enough coin to make carrying them more than a fruitless chore.Tearing open the first sack yield only a stream of grain, yellow and orange kernels scattering before disappearing into the snow underneath. New to you, these strange seeds, but hardly interesting beyond their possibility as a side dish.Another sack, marked with a burnt on image of a stag, is hardly more interesting. Its contents of dark black acorns hardly worth your time.Sack after sack yield the same results. Fruits and grains. Nuts and berries. Nothing worth more than a passing glance as you're hardly hungry.
>>35654335Get up early, Papa thread yesss. Also Dat tail action
It isn't until you get to the last sack that your interest is, at last, perked.As your hand closes around the burlap, ready to rip it open, the bag does something most interesting.It squirms away from your touch with a muffled noise from within.You take another step forward and the bag shuffles back slightly in response.Though it doesn't even take a modicum of your power to simply freeze the bottom of the bag hard to the brick underneath, rendering its escape unlikely.Another step and again the bag attempts to retreat, before finding itself stuck fast.Another step.The bag begins to quiver.In one fast, fluid motion, you split open the side of the bag with one hand. At the same time diving in with your other and grabbing hold of something smooth and wriggling before wrenching it free from the burlap and lifting it high above the snow to investigate what you hope to be more interesting than yet more food.Rather than anything overtly edible, you find something quite different that had been stowed away in that particular sack.A flailing, struggling creature. One you have held aloft by her thin ankle, held high above the snow.The creature protests as loud as she can through the gag, while at the same time attempting to hold her clothing down with two fettered hands, lest it obey gravity.You shake her slightly, eliciting an even louder response of muffled shrieks and angry growls.Though you aren't completely unaware as to what she likely is, you have never seen one in flesh or on parchment. Only heard the stories from old crones and old raiders well into their cups.Reaching with your other hand, you grasp it firmly around the single, bushy golden tail swishing anxiously side to side behind her.If not for the manacles and chains about her legs, she might well have succeeded in kicking you. Her blue-green eyes wide with terror and her fanged mouth biting out a few words of a tongue you don't know past the strap gag of thick leather.
Before you can investigate further, however, you hear a noise from a ways off, around the bend of the road. The telltale crunch of movement against fresh snow. Not the leather soles of you and yours, but something harder and a good deal faster.You watch though the thicket of frozen trees until you spot movement through their rigid branches, one hand still clasped around the ankle of the small, struggling fox creature.Though you've heard stories of them enveloping entire villages in a strange, blue fire, no such spell has shown itself thus far. Indeed it would seem to you that whatever is coming is of more pressing concern.Finally rounding the bend, galloping hard across the cold covered road, is yet another creature new to you.It stands tall, taller even than you. Running hard upon four powerful, hoofed legs. Its upper body resembles your own, though this one is clad in shimmering plate armor that reflects the noon sun with a golden hue. Behind it follows another of its kind, though this one not so gallantly armored and carrying a far less impressive looking lance than the twenty foot steel tipped spike of the lead runner.As the pair rear up to a hard stop some fifty yards from you, the leader raises the visor of his full helm and eyes of amber meet the pale blue of your own.>field too long>field too long>field too long
A fervor of strange words it belts out at you, directing here and there with its lance. Once toward the four fresh corpses, again to the scattered contents of the many sacks, at the ripped open wagon, before finally resting on the flailing creature in your hand.Again the plate clad beast speaks, yet more words you understand nothing of.However the intent is clear enough when it utters what you surmise to be a curse, before lowering the pointed visor of its helm and tucking the lance into the pit of its right arm while raising a gleaming shield patterned with blue floral marks in its left.This you understand.[ ] Double throwing axes[ ] Frozen throwing axe[ ] Ice spear[ ] OtherAnd this concludes the prewriting dump.
>>35654678>[ ] Frozen throwing axethis is a secret cumslut quest right?
>>35654678>[ ] Ice spearCentaur fight! Sweet!
>>35654678>[ ] Double throwing axesGood for hacking good for throwing.
>>35654678>[ ] OtherIce Boomerang
>>35654678>[x] Frozen throwing axe
>>35654678[ ] Ice spear
>>35654742>>35654678Hope we are throwing at their legs.
>>35654706LewdYesDropping the girl rather unceremoniously into the snow, you reach back over your right shoulder and pull the throwing axe from its sheath of fresh ice.Only this time you don't simply send it forth.Instead, bending just enough, you let the blade sink into the fresh snow underneath. As you do, you let out your breath in a long exhale and feel the power well from within you.What you pull up would be unrecognizable to any who didn't know what you had just done.A heavy head of razor sharp ice now resting atop the steel itself, runes glowing an intense azure underneath, the weapon in your hand is a far cry from mere steel.This you hurl as the creature presses toward you, gaining more and more speed with every long stride of those four hoofed, muscled legs.As the attacker raises his shield to block, you ready your second throwing axe.The first strikes his shield square with a resounding clang that echos against the trees to all sides. Caught off-guard by the weight and power of the oncoming blade, the charging beast falters before skirting wide left of you, its lance missing quite wide as your axe sinks deep into the steel and wood of the shield.This catches you momentarily off-guard. You aren't used to facing arms and armor of such quality. That throw would have blown a lesser shield to splinters and split the man behind it to the bone.The second charging creature forces you to dodge to the left, rolling to evade the second lance.Already the first hoofed beast is wheeling about and leveling its lance once again, though this time its shield arms sags noticeably from the sheer weight of the axe.Heaving the second axe yields similar result as the heavy steel head bounces off the armored legs of the more eloquently armored opponent.A second set of charging lances.A second rolling dodge.Enough is enough, you ready your two handed axe.>roll 1d20 for attack power
Rolled 11 (1d20)>>35654875lewd loli fox sluts. BUENOI'm on board
Rolled 20 (1d20)>>35654875
Rolled 13 (1d20)>>35654875
>>35654900Well, this will be amusing.
>>35654875>>35654896I guess the ground an't gunna be the only thing that's covered in white stuff then...
>>35655062$20 says it'll just be more pure loli lezbeans
>first set of rolls yielding a 20This is not the questing I am used to.As the more heavily armored of the two hoofed monsters spins about yet again, this time you make ready and plant your feet into the snow beneath. Feeling the worn, ancient wood of the axe haft against your rough fingers.A heavy, runic blade older than most Frost kingdoms, your axe. As large and imposing of a weapon as you had ever seen when it had been planted firmly in your hand upon your thawing. The axe of your “birthright”. The axe carried by every Vetr before you, forged during the winter of the seven dragon kings of fable.Perhaps your charging opponent hadn't realized he had been facing such a weapon of legend. Perhaps if he had, he may not have cared to take additional caution.Now, as he is separated cleanly in two where his torso meets his large, lower body, it is too late for him to reconsider his folly.The plate that had seemed so stout against your throwing axes now appears as little more than paper as the long edge of the axe cleaves through it almost effortlessly. The wiry muscle and dense bones underneath proving no more a challenge.Blood showers over you in a wave as you complete the arc of your swing.The beast's legs, still kicking hard, carry the lower body some hundred yards before collapsing. The upper torso lands a mere twenty or so feet behind you, sending up a plume of powdery snow from the weight of the armor.Reaching up with your left hand, you grasp your black beard tightly and wipe the fresh, hot blood from it.Even as you do, you watch as the second creature falters, lance still in hand but no longer thundering toward you.It is of little surprise when it spins about to flee.[ ] Allow it to run[ ] Run it down and finish it off[ ] Other
>>35655147>[ ] Run it down and finish it off
>>35655147>first set of rolls yielding a 20>This is not the questing I am used to.When I saw the roll asked for my ass clenched.
>>35655147>[x] Run it down and finish it off
>>35655147>[ ] Run it den and finish it off
>>35655172My stomach rumbled.While it might be amusing to simply allow the creature to flee back to whence it came, spreading tales of the horror in the snow, that would cause more problems for you and your little band of raiders.Tales such as those might well bring towns to fear. But it also called men to arms.Calling forth your power as you break into a frenzied run, you watch as clawed hands of ice reach up from the ground, grasping and ripping at the hoofed legs in front of you. Some miss, but not enough.The creature, cursing as it spins and draws a sword from its side, slows as it attempts to hack away the reaching tendrils of enchanted ice. For each one it cuts down, two more rise from the white to take its place.Thus, by the time he sees you leaping toward him, axe high above your head, he has little time to react.Though he raises his shield feebly, it proves far too little to save him.Despite not being able to see the eyes of your soon to be felled opponent, you can hear his scream as the blade tears right through the shield, his arm, and the majority of his torso. The pained cry sputtering out as his lungs are crushed and split.Ripping your axe free, you give the lower body of the creature a shove with a boot and it topples over to the cold ground.Again you wipe the blood from your beard, using a bit of powdered snow in your hand to scrub as much off as you can.It's only after you repeat this a few times that you catch a glimpse of your captured prey as she tries to slink away through the snow despite her bonds.Her panicked eyes catch your own.[ ] Remove her gag[ ] Put her back in the sack[ ] Toss her over your shoulder[ ] Other
>>35655374>[ ] Put her back in the sack>[ ] Toss her over your shoulderCollect loot. Leave!
>>35655374>[ ] Toss her over your shoulder
>>35655374[ ] Put her back in the sackand then toss that over your shoulder
>>35655374>[x] Toss her over your shoulderThe Viking way.
>>35655374>[x] OtherCarry her "properly". It'll be the last thing she'd expect.Gotta get that Stockholm syndrome going.
>>35655374>[x] Put her back in the sackThen shake the sack.
>>35655374>[ ] Toss her over your shoulder>[ ] OtherTouch Fluffy Tail
>>35655465>Touch Fluffy TailOh yes we must do this
Though she continues to squirm away from you through the snow like some sort of fluffy caterpillar, tail swishing violently, it isn't nearly fast enough to warrant trapping her with hands of ice. Instead, you're upon her in only a few moments.She squeaks as you grab her roughly by the bonds holding her arms behind her, and thrashes madly as you lift her from the snow.Despite the gag the large eared creature still yammers at you in a language you still don't understand. You get the feeling she knows you don't understand, but that fact doesn't shut her up.Tossing her over your right shoulder, though mindful of the axe haft once again secured there, you're momentarily perplexed by the violence of her kicking, and decide to re-secure the bindings there as well before you continue.Plodding your way through the still falling snow back to the cart, you reach down to the heavy leather belt on your waist and remove a steel jug secured there by a buckle.
From this you take several long swallows of a mountain apple cider, fermented long and frozen repeatedly to increase its potency. A Frost favorite. The bite of the drink feels good enough to bend your solemn lips into the twinge of a smile.While the plunder may not have been great from this little cart, you'd ended up with the only truly worthwhile pick of the bunch.With a bushy, fluffy tail and almost comically large ears atop a hair of extremely messy curls, this strange little creature isn't exactly unappealing. Though you wish you could comprehend her language to work out the navigational problems still plaguing the small Frost expeditionary fleet. Perhaps she can simply point at your map and work the rest out in squeaks and grumbles.Though her continued squirming and kicking is beginning to get on your nerves.As her tail again hits you in the face, you finally reach up with your other hand and grab it firmly around the middle, eliciting a shriek and even more thrashing. Softer than the most regal of mink fur cloak, you muse.Now which of these sacks should you stuff her in...
That thought process, which had just landed on stuffing her into the bag marked with the antlered stag, is cut short by the shrill call of a hunting horn. You recognize that one.With a snarl, you heave the girl lightly from your shoulder and drop her into a powdery snow drift, which kicks up around her and fills her dirty blondish hair with white crystals that shimmer in the fading sunlight.Through the trees to your right they come, the last ones you would have preferred to meet you here first.“Oh, if it isn't Vetr!” One of the approaching Frosts calls mockingly, “We'd thought you'd just gone off too scared to show yourself as the shit seafarer you are.”The supremely smug look upon the little lord's face is one you would prefer to remove. Permanently, if possible.“Looks like he stumbled into a bit of a fight. You roll yourself around in that blood to make it look like your work, Vetr? Or did one of them nick you with an arrow? Always figured you'd bleed blue.” Snorts another of the five making their way toward you.Though as they draw closer still, you see the youngest of that sorry group fidgeting nervously.“I don't think we should be insulting a Vetr like that...” He murmurs, before the Frost to the left of him shoves him from his feet and into the snow.“Ahh shut up Yig. We're not in the snowlands. Nobody here gives a bleeding fuck if he's the Vetr or not.”A few more join in agreement as the group stops some ten feet short of you, looking around the small scene.
Though not a one of them appears too interested in the scattered grain and quickly freezing corpses, each of their gazes comes to rest on the small fox behind you.“Hoh? What's this, then?” The leader of the group, the young lord Grangir, licks his lips as he peers around you.“Looks like he caught you a little snack, lord.” Another of the posse answers as he continues to leer.“Eh, she's not much my taste but I haven't had a good fuck since we left the Three Gate harbor.” Grangir chuckles as he extends a hand, “Now be a good boy and give her here. We'll give her back when we're done with her.”“But that's not right!” The youngest one protests again, “He drew first victory, by all rights the first spoil goes to...”A hard fist across the head from another of the group sends Yig to the ground yet again.“Shuddit, fool. Captain's still back at the boat and nobody here gives a rat fuck about your stupid code.”[ ] Intimidation[ ] “Fill your hands you sonovabitch”[ ] Pick up your loli and ignore them[ ] Other
>>35656059>[ ] Pick up your loli and ignore themOur propertyno one elses
>>35656059>[ ] Pick up your loli and ignore themIf they come at us, put them in their place. This is respect.
>>35656059>[x] Pick up your loli and ignore themOur loot.
>>35656059>[ ] Pick up your loli and ignore them
>>35656059>[ ] Ask what he plans to give us for our property>[ ] Cut the fucker down once her admits he plans to steal from usYou've always got to have a good pretense for cutting a fucker down.
>>35656059>[ ] Pick up your loli and ignore themGet your own loot/loli! Damn thieves. First the milk in OPFOR and now the loli here. Why do you want to take everything nice from us Papa-N?
>>35656059[x] Pick up your loli and ignore themAnd if he tries anything, cut his head off and shove it down his trousers.
>>35656059>[ ] IntimidationNo one rapes our loli
>>35656112>Why do you want to take everything nice from us Papa-N?He gets his rocks off to it.
>>35656059>[x] “Fill your hands you sonovabitch”
>>35656059>[ ] IntimidationIf they still think it's a good idea, carve through everyone but Yig.
>>35656059>[x] Pick up your loli and ignore themImtakingmyloliandleaving.jpeg>>35656112Too feed his hunger anon.
>>35656059>[x] “Get five coffins ready”
>>35656059>[ ] Pick up your loli and ignore themWhen they try something, we go easy on the one with common sense.
>>35656208>implying our loli wouldn't be buried with us.
You take two long steps forward in response, looming above the little lord who's head barely reaches your chest. The four around him raise their swords ever so slightly.For a long moment, you could cut the tension with a knife. Which would surely lead to a very bloody little quarrel in this unknown woods.Instead you spit at their feet and turning around, snag your captive from her snowy resting place and again toss her over your shoulder, this time not kicking and squirming.Pushing one of the five aside with a hand that could palm the majority of his skull, you continue on past them, back toward where the boats had been dragged to the beach. The man might have protested more if your hand hadn't also been clutching the giant axe of yours.Despite this, a knife comes sailing past your head when you're only perhaps a few feet beyond the group.“Didn't you hear the lord, Vetr? Do I need to teach you some manners?” The beady eyed groupie of Grangir's smiles with a mouth absent most of his teeth.As he draws another knife from a bandolier across his chest, an arrow catches him through the hand.“Ffffuuuuccckkk!!!” The man howls, falling to a knee and grabbing at his palm which is now slick and leaking.The remaining three, Yig still appearing torn, raise their swords and shout.Though the angry battlecry quickly fades and dies as the wiry thin figure of Captain Murok comes snarling through the woods. Thin but alarmingly strong and quick for a Frost of nearly eighty two, and sharper of wit than any of the other Captains.While he might not be the Captain in charge of the ship you had sailed here on, Murok hadn't gotten the nickname “Grindstone” for nothing. The oarsman on his ship could outrun any other in the snowlands, it was rumored, and the discipline on his ship knew no equal.On this trip alone, one of his new crew had found themselves chained to the bow for a fortnight upon refusing an order from old Grindstone.
The old man doesn't show his age as, after drawing near enough, he puts a bony fist square into the nose of Grangir. The young lord falters before crashing down onto his back in the snow.The others, startled, step back and again raise weapons.“You'd best put down that steel, children, before I show you how to use it. I've been putting better men in graves before the lot of you were squirted into the pigs you call mothers.” Grindstone snarls as he wraps long, thin fingers around the well worn leather wrap of his sword hilt.With only the briefest hesitation, Grangir's posse abides, securing weapons back in sheathes.Groaning and grasping at his broken and bleeding nose, Grangir attempts to rise, pushing one hand against the brick underneath the snow.The hard boot of Grindstone shoves him back into it, face-first, with Grangir cursing and howling.“A little lord you might well be back in the snowlands,” Grindstone digs the heel of his boot into the back of the struggling lord, “But this isn't the snowlands, boy. Out here we don't follow those rules. We obey the code.”Grindstone delivers a hard kick with the steeled toe of his boot as Grangir again attempts to rise.“Moreover, while you might be a little lord, you forget your place. The Great Father didn't thaw one of his frozen sons so he could grovel to every petty upstart with a title. The Vetr is above the commands of king and priest.” Grindstone grabs the grumbling lord by the back of his fur cloak and hauls him upright to a sitting position.“Unless you think yourself above the will of the Gods, in which case I'll see to it you're reeducated on the matter.” The old Captain taps the long wicked leather whip hanging from his belt.
>>35656357So, just in case it becomes relevant in the future, what is the bare minimum of decorum we'd need to adhere to in order to eliminate young without losing any honor ourself?
>>35656566I like this guy. I like him a lot. Can we share some drinks with him later?
>>35656566This guy is awesome.We are totally buying him a mead or whatever equivalent there is later.
>>35656641Him and Yig. Honestly, I wouldn't mind taking Yig for ourself. He's got a good head about him, doesn't need to be following these jackasses.
>>35656737Let's take him and put him in a skir.
>>35656754The fuck's a skir.
>>35656737>I wouldn't mind taking Yig for ourself
Grangir opens his mouth to protest, before apparently thinking better of it. While he might consider himself one of the better swords of the raiding party, even he knows that in his current position Grindstone could skewer him in a heartbeat.“The rest of you lot take your lord back to his boat and see to it he stays there. If I see any of you again tonight you'll be learning how to deal with arrow wounds the hard way.” The wrinkled, thin Captain scowls.“Vetr,” He gives you a nod, “Best back to your own ship. We plan to leave on the tide. Come, I'll walk with you.”The Vetr you might be, but even you know better than to refuse old Grindstone. Not that you have a notion to.As the two of you plod back through the snow, the old Frost continues the conversation, almost as if speaking to himself.“My great great great great great great great great grandfather was perhaps just a boy when the war of the waters started, you know? Left our people in a terrible state. For thousands of years we used to raid along these shores,” He gestures to the woods around you, “Until those damnable squids and cursed fish asses started their bloody war.”Grindstone reaches down to his belt, grasps his flask firmly, and takes several long swallows before he continues.“Now look at us. All this way west, where our oldest ancestors used to tread. Snuck right past those water suckers.” He laughs once, more of a bark, really, before spitting.“All so we can drag a sorry lot like that with us. If the old ones could see us now, what would they make of this pitiful little party of ours?” Again he swallows from his flask.“So long as the southern route we took stays open, we can keep raiding these shores.” You answer, “And we can plant here. The soil is rich and the winds warm.”“You'd have never known that after you got here. Did ya have to freeze it all, Vetr?” Grindstone snorts and gestures lazily at the trees.
Truthfully, despite being the Vetr, you were still only beginning to grasp the magnitude of your own power. While most Frosts could blanket an area in some snow or freeze the ground underfoot, none other you had met could change the season for leagues in all directions.After all, you had only thawed some six months prior from your womb within the Glacier. If the scholars were to be believed, the first Vetr in some eleven hundred years. If the singers told it true, the first in almost two thousand.“Ach, pay it no mind.” The old Captain waves away the concern obviously showing on your face.Despite his words, the level of excitement slowing down now, you finally get hold of your power and draw back the clutches of winter. Though the land still remains frozen without the kiss of the sun to warm it.It is only then that Grindstone seems to take notice of the currently still prisoner hefted on your shoulder.He takes a swig from his flask and scowls, peering closely.“What in the nine worlds is that?” Grindstone asks between drinks.[ ] Remove her gag[ ] “Dinner”[ ] “I'd hoped you would know”[ ] Other
>>35656933>[x] Remove her gag
>>35656933>[ ] “I'd hoped you would know”
>>35656933>[ ] "It's fluffy.">[ ] “I'd hoped you would know more”
>>35656580Single combat is a lawful means of settling disputes amongst the Frosts, should both parties agree. However Grangir is still a lord and not without allies.
>>35656933>[x] Remove her gag>[x] "I'd hoped you would know."
>>35656933>[ ] Remove her gag>[ ] “I'd hoped you would know”
>>35656933>new cock sleeve
>>35656765My first thought was that he meant "skirt", but that would be too lewdWay too lewdSo it must be something else.
>>35656933[ ] “I'd hoped you would know”"It is fluffy though."[ ] Remove her gag
>>35656933>[ ] "I'd hoped you would know"
>[X] “I'd hoped you would know”>[x] Remove her gagNothing saying we can't do both.
>>35657005>>35657007noyou have to waitit's better that way
>>35657010>"It is fluffy though."This, so much thisand touch fluffy tail
>>35656933>[ ] Leave gag>[ ] "I'd hoped you would know"
>>35656979Can't we just face murder him for being a dick?
>>35656979So, what kind of a weregild would we be talking to placate his allies?
You'd have to give them the fox loli.
>>35657206Damn, no way the rest of the playerbase would accept that.
Taking a momentary pause on your walk back to the ships, you rather lazily grab the captive around the middle.“.....!!!!” She yelps wordlessly. At least you assume that isn't a word in her tongue.Setting her down on the ground so she's sitting on her knees, you glacne back toward a rather bemused looking Grindstone who is still working away at his flask.“I'm not really sure. I've heard stories, but every singer is just as much a liar as well. Whatever it is, it's fluffy.” As though to demonstrate, you reach out toward one of the captive's ears.She quickly leans away from you, eyes narrowed and lips trying to bite out something through the gag.Grindstone laughs with a “She'd make a fine cloak, I suppose.”Despite her squirming, after several moments she realizes that her bonds aren't going to slip, and she appears to give up.“Any idea?” You ask the old Captain.Grindstone spits a yellow gob into the snow at his feet.“I've not heard any better stories than you. Could be a fox, could be a weasel, who's to say? Who's to care?”Despite his words, you're rather intrigued by your little captive and the things she could possibly know.Reaching out again, this time too fast for her to move away, you take a firm handful of her hair to stop her struggling. Though she glares as your other hand draws nearer to her face, she doesn't flinch away.Her angry stare turns to sudden confusion as you work the buckle of the gag behind her head and slowly pull the leather away. For several long moments, she seems unsure of what to do. Until you're barraged by a torrent of fast, foreign words.“Igh zahit tahir!” She shouts loudly in a rather high voice.Grindstone snorts once in laughter through his drink. The girl pauses, wrinkles her nose in disdain, before continuing.“Igh yolot! Dahir velmaht yas fitu!”The stream of nonsensical words continue until you press a finger against her lips and hold up the collar for emphasis.
>>35657309Oh for god sake, re-gag our soon to be cloak.
>>35657309See this is why you leave the gag on. Loot is better when it can't talk.
>>35657309>She'd make a fine cloakBad joke, she doesn't have enough fear for more than a hat.
>>35657371>>35657398nah, just make it clear she'd be a hat or loincloth if she keeps yapping
>>35657404I suppose we could kinda drape her over our shoulders like a living, angry mantle.
>>35657404Think he meant cock cloak
>>35657416Never make a threat you aren't willing to make good on.
>>35657404A nice hat is always welcomed.>>35657422That would be good too.
>>35657206>Giving lolis away...How can these words be together?
>>35657427Never heard the term. Though if we're seriously a frost man, wouldn't she melt our icicle?
>>35657441I'm sure if she keep yapping we make good on it. At least I would.
>>35657309I like to imagine that whatever she's saying is in the region's equivalent of the "sware on me mum i'll rek u mate" accent
>>35657476nah, we keep the loli intact, she's adorable and foreign
>>35657506>she's adorable and foreignSee I read this. Then I see her acting like this;>she's annoying and foreign She better stop, otherwise Papas got a new hat.
>>35657506Where there's one, there are replacements. We're a Viking, our calling is pillage, plunder, death and glory. She's our first loot, not our last.
>>35657534nah, that young lordling we turn into a hat, the loli we keep as a pet
>>35657540If you read the actual quest you wouldn't sound so stupid and wrong.
“Vetr.” You point at your own face before pressing the same finger to her flat chest, “You?”Despite your complete lack of common language, her sharp little eyes don't seem to hesitate for a moment this time. Both of her ears perk up.“Avael!” She bites sharply.For the shortest of moments you think you've finally reached some tiny sort of understanding. Until her cheeks begin to puff up as though her lips actually have to struggle to contain the flood of words.“Igh yolot! Zahit tahir! Veli nir tamraht! Din nir Avael yist yolot!”Well, at least you tried.The girl squirms and protests angrily and loudly as you stuff the gag back into her mouth and secure it once again. Her ears going from upright to again laying almost flat against her head. She screams in what you imagine must be fury as you lift her from the ground and sling her across your neck, draping her there like some sort of scarf.“I don't think she's a fox. A featherless mockingbird, mayhaps.” Grindstone snorts before the two of you again start plodding through the still, cold snow.There isn't much of a welcoming party waiting for you at the ships. The Captain of your own still barking orders as other Frosts scramble about to meet the demands. Grindstone's crew seem to already be done with their work, and have taken to entertaining themselves with dice and drink.Grindstone spits into the sand of the beach.“Ach, I'm out of drink again. Well I suppose the crew can rest but I've got maps to scour. I'll leave you to your own fate for now.” The old Captain doesn't wait for a reply as he tosses his empty flask toward one of his crew and makes his way up the plank to board his ship.Thankfully this beach and its three ships aren't part of Grangir's two longships. You surmise he must have gone back to his cabin to lick his wounds.
>>35657705Hmm, do we have a temporary smithy set up at this cite? We should probably get her properly collared, shackled and registered as our property before some other set of idiots tries to swipe her.
The Frost ships are unlike any you had seen at the harbor where many other races gathered for trade. Long, wide, and incredibly stout. Sporting a large sail and row of oars. On some of the larger ships, there were even several decks. Yours being one of the larger ships in the fleet that had departed from Three Gate.Given who you were, you'd been granted a rather large quarters of your own. A room meant for a king or lord or some such. You hardly spent any of the voyage down within the bowels of the ship, however.While you think about that, you also take a moment to watch as Grindstone's crew continue to boisterously throw dice and toss down cup after cup of whatever the cask next to them contains. Equally appealing as the animal roasting over a spit at a near fire.Looking over you see your captive, eyes locked on the meat, drooling through her gag. Well, more than she had been before.[ ] Try your hand at dice[ ] Sit with Grindstone's crew and see if any of them have an idea[ ] Head back to your cabin and attempt further communication[ ] Other
>>35657914>[ ] Head back to your cabin and attempt further communicationGive her some meat.
>>35657914>[ ] OtherGet some of the meat. Use it as incentive to try and get her to talk and learn her language.If she's good she gets some meat.
>>35657914>[ ] Head back to your cabin and attempt further communicationGive her some 'meat'.
>>35657914>[ ] Head back to your cabin and attempt further communication
>>35657914>[x] Head back to your cabin and attempt further communication
>>35657914>[x] Head back to your cabin and attempt further communicationLikely with food. Perhaps if we feed her, and demonstrate that we're not going to suddenly whip right around and murderape her, she'll stop screaming.Which would be nice.
>>35657914>[ ] Try your hand at diceSince I'm getting a very Conan vibe from this, we need a little gambling.
>>35657914>[x] Head back to your cabin and attempt further communicationWith food.
>>35657914seconding >>35657934let's see how food goes with her
>[x] Head back to your cabin and attempt further communication>[x] Grab some food
>>35657914>>35657934>>35657968>>35657984Make sure that we feed it to her by hand too, don't want her to escape.
>>35658018Don't feed my pet play fetish like that
>>35658069>>35658053>>35658018Stop making me want this.
>>35658119I already want it. Put a collar on that bitch before someone else tries to.
>>35658180And before long she'll be crawling on her hands and knees nuzzling crotches and drooling over the floor.
>>35658018Just imagining her licking our fingers clean is giving me a huge boner
Come back to check thread>>35658018>>35658032>>35658039>>35658053>>35658069>>35658119>>35658180>>35658202>>35658220You guys are all right.
am I the only one here who wants to fuck ADULT women?
>>35658233what, you think our fox isn't an adult?
>>35658233I just want to fuck cute things. Whether that's adult or "not", male or female.
>>35658233OP pls go
>>35658233Where the fuck do you think you are?
>>35658261pf nah, Papa loves him some cute fluffy tail
>>35658233No. But since that's clearly a lost battle I'm hoping for a random time skip sometime relatively soon.
>>35658233No, but welcome to 4chan. Give them loli and they'll either fuck it or treat like a daughter. It's an odd bunch.
>>35658233If it's cute, fuck it. As has been /tg/ tradition for many years.
>>35658300Aye. Male or female, adult or not, human or not, /tg/ wishes to fuck it, as long as it is cute.
>>35658283HahahahaAs if the fluffy tail will age, she's probably already fully grown
>>35658252Well, given that so far she's been described as roughly 12 years old I'd say no, she is not an adult.
>>35658323Oh wow he thinks she's an actual child. That's hilarious.
>>35658220>>35658202WELL NOW>>35658233Play one of the other quests. Nearly all of them are filled with cocksluts.
>>35658323If only I could laugh harder
>>35657968But... isn't that exactly what we're going to do?
>>35658309Some people like plump girls. Nothing wrong with that.
>>35658309I'm just not a fan of kids in general.
After listening to the loud growling of the stomach against the back of your head, you get an idea in your head.A few of the crew raise their heads at your approach and several greet you with a respectful “Vetr.”You stop just short of the chest they are currently rolling dice on, watching as the ivory skitters across the wood. One Frost shouts loudly in victory and the other surrenders a gold handled knife from his belt.More of the crew are gathered around the cask which seems to more or less be flowing constantly at this point. One of them takes notice of you and pushing the others aside for a moment, fills a large jug which he corks and passes over to you with a nod.You aren't sure if you'll ever get used to that. While for the most part you and many others fancy yourself as just another man of the crew, a raider and a fighter, there are many more who don't see it that way. To them, the same as the Frosts for thousands of years, a Vetr is seen as the will of the Gods made flesh. And a Vetr is fabled only to be born from the ice that first took them in times of greatest struggle.“Can I get a haunch?” You ask the crewman currently tending the roast. The silver bearded Frost smiles before a skilled hand clutches a long knife and removes the entire left rear haunch of the boar in a few fluid movements. He places the meat into a large wooden bowl and hands it over.“Better than salted cod, no?” He grins, and you thank him for the meat and refill his empty cup with the large jug you'd been given earlier.At this point the drool from your captive is actually dribbling down on your chest and shoulder and any and all struggling has ceased. Instead her eyes follow the still steaming meat even as you move the haunch back and forth.She starts in surprise when you pretend to almost drop it, her entire body quivering..
>>35658233where do you think you are?
>>35658359Good thing she's not a kid
>>35658339We're in a pre-roman equivalent Britain, right? She's pretty clearly a child sacrifice.
>>35658359>>35658323>>35658283>>35658233Just imagine her as petite and naive geeze.
>>35658374>She starts in surprise when you pretend to almost drop it, her entire body quivering..Oh goddamn it.
>>35658374>At this point the drool from your captive is actually dribbling down on your chest and shoulder and any and all struggling has ceased. Instead her eyes follow the still steaming meat even as you move the haunch back and forth.>>She starts in surprise when you pretend to almost drop it, her entire body quivering..Goddamn so hnnnnng and dawwwww
>>35658414She wants our meat
>>35658359I'm right there with you and yet the fluffy tail, attitude, and DFC call.It is a dark power.
>>35658374Upon reading this post I felt such great regret that we'd forgotten to start butchering the centaurs. It would have been the honorable thing to do to bring food back from our hunting trip to share with our allies.
>>35658496nah they would have been shitty gamey meet not good for eating
>>35658496We got distracted by fluffy tail, they'll understand. We'll bring them something nice next time.
>>35658374If we don't have proper silverware, we may need to bite off chunks for her.She may even need to grab them out of our mouth if our hands are full.
>>35658521>If we don't have proper silverwareThe fuck you think you are? You eat that shit with your hands like a proper goddamn Viking.
>>35658374So, given that we'll eventually be dragging her back to the glaciers, is there any ritual or protocol for converting her into an arctic fox?
>>35658539Exactly, so we'll bit off chunks and give them to her with our mouth
>>35658539Can we wipe our hands on her?get her greased up?
>>35658539Actually, most people at that point ate with knives only. Poking a knife at her face might be risky. It's for her own safety.
>>35658550Why would we want to do that, she's fine as is.But if we did want to, I bet our dick would do the trick
>>35658567Would you wipe your hands on a dog, or a housecat? That's not how you deal with your pets.
>>35658518>shitty gamey meat>implying that health horse makes a poor stewI think your overestimating the selectivity of Viking palates. We've been at sea for weeks/months, they would be happy to have variety.
>>35658593I doubt she has enough fluff to deal with sub zero temperatures for 8+ months of the year. You want her to get the bad kind of frost bite?
>>35658661nah we'll keep her warm, or she's a kitsune and can make her own warmth
>>35658608Yes.And I have.It's not like there's no water around to wash her off in anyway.
>>35658521We're a Viking, we have a bowl, our hands and a knife.
Despite a few quizzical glances, nobody offers a word in protest as you scale the board onto the ship you'd sailed over on. Nor does any crewman do more than stare a bit as you carry your captive past them to your own quarters.While not perhaps quite as nice as the Captain's own chambers, nevertheless the room is quite comfortable. Several oil lamps provide ample light when suns sets through the two windows. The bed is a bit larger than practical, stuffed with soft down feathers and covered in a thick coating of furs and woven wool blankets. There is a tub for washing and even a head in place of a chamberpot.The room could have been full of hellspawn and hungry arachne, however, and you doubt your captive would have noticed. She isn't even making an attempt at stopping her salivation now.Before seating yourself on the bed, you set the girl so she is again sitting upright on her own knees. Though this time she doesn't seem nearly as annoyed as her frantic eyes follow the steaming meat down to where it rests on your lap.“Do you want some of my meat?” You ask and gesture, though that wasn't likely needed to get the point across.She nods her head repeatedly, though the ever increasing stream of drool is really all the answer you need.Pulling a long knife from your belt, you continue to watch your captive even as you cut into the hauch. The meat practically oozes with juice, the liquid running hot down the slightly charred outside layer.“Nnnn...” She bites at the leather gag.Carefully placing a chunk of meat atop the point of your knife, you hold out the steaming morsel and waft it under her nose. With a shudder she leans forward, eyes closed, and with every move she makes, you move the meat ever so slightly away, out of reach.Her eyes open and track the bite as you slowly raise it to your own lips.“Ahhh...” She almost moans quietly.
>>35658675That would be awesome, use her as a hug pillow.
>>35658675>the guy literally made of ice will keep her warmUhhh...?
You quickly bite down and swallow the piece.“Ahhhh!!!” She would have lept to her feet, had the bonds allowed it. Her tail thrashes quickly back and forth across the wooden floor and her ears spring up in surprise.
>>35658572Spoons too. Don't forget your spoon, or you'll be unable to eat your soup/stew.
>>35658720ice magic bitch, ain't gotta explain shit
>>35658732>>35658701Fuck.This is making me hungry AND horny.
Thought just popped into my headCan you imagine Brian Jacques writing foodplay?
>>35658732Nicely done OP!
Unable to resist, you grin rather wickedly and chuckle as those big bright blue eyes seem to be completely lost as she stares up at you.“Oh?” You pause with a second piece atop the knife, “Is this what you want?”Again you emphasize the bite, only this time after following it for a moment, she stops to stare up at you again. Despite what you can tell is her best effort to put on a strong face, her eyes are wavering and her lips quiver slightly.“Shh!” You again press a finger to her lips and inquire with an eyebrow.For a moment she does nothing, until she acknowledges with a fast, short nod.“Good.” You reach around the back of her head and once again unbuckle the gag, which you re-buckle around her neck.“Shout like last time,” You flap your own mouth for effect, “and I'll put that back on.” You gesture with the knife toward the gag.[ ] Be a bully. Don't feed her right away.[ ] Don't bully. Give her the meat.[ ] Maximum bully. Eat it all yourself and make her watch.[ ] Other
>>35658797I was about to say no, and then I remember the level of detail he went into for each Feast. Yes. Yes I can, and damn you for putting that in my head for the rest of eternity. Well played anon, well played.
>>35658885>[ ] Be a bully. Don't feed her right away.
>>35658885>[x] Don't bully. Give her the meat.
>>35658797A full chapter of food descriptions, maybe two lines of foodplay. Most of the descriptions being off stuff no normal person would have ever heard of.
>>35658885>[ ] Don't bully. Give her the meat.
>>35658885>[X] Be a bully. Don't feed her right away.
>>35658885>[ ] OtherSlowly feed her with the meat using her hands, making sure she cleans them of the liquids we gained by doing it.
>>35658885[ ] Don't bully. Give her the meat.
[ ] Don't bully. Give her the meat.
>>35658885>[x] OtherSort of be a bully. Take turns eating, but take our sweet time with our bites.
>>35658941Agreeing with that.Especially the feeding with hands part
>>35658941Guess we're going full fetish here
>>35658885>[ ] Be a bully. Don't feed her right away.>[ ] Reward her some with scratches when she's a good girl.
>>35658885why is it so hard to resist bullying cute girls?
>>35658941THIS PLUS >>35658992>[ ] Reward her some with scratches when she's a good girl.
>>35658885>[ ] Be a bully. Don't feed her right away.Always bully the loli
>>35658996Fun things are fun.Also tallying now.
>>35659013Darn.Hope my vote >>35659014 got in
>>35659013Shit, just my luck.
The girl nods vigorously in nonverbal agreement. Different languages you might well speak, but with the steaming hot meat involved, she isn't having any difficulty understanding. Her hungry eyes and a faint trickle of saliva belay just how badly she wants that thick juicy meat inside of her, filling her up.This time, with a fresh strip of meat, you take the bite in your hands and lean forward, holding the tender piece mere inches from her lips as it drips hot juices down on the floor. Her hungry eyes go wide at its thickness but she opens her mouth all the same, tongue extending out ever so slightly.“Now. Speak!” You command, hovering the bite just out of her reach.For a moment, she appears confused.“Igh yolot? Veli nir tamraht? Din nir Avael yist yolot?” She seems almost tentative.“I've already heard that.” You shake your head, lean back, and drop the piece of meat into your own gullet.“Gnnaaaahhh!?” The creature protests loudly, her tail thumping against the floor and her ears falling halfway. Her gaze is one of someone absolutely betrayed.“Now, now, don't give me that.” You shake your head, “I've already heard that part.”Again you make another few cuts and again you hold a piece of meat between your fingers. This one even more tender, juicy, and plump.“Now. Speak?” You again inquire.Large, deep blue eyes look up at you with obvious mistrust. Like a dog finally wising up to the fact that you aren't actually throwing the ball. But you can see a gleaming spark of intelligence in those same eyes.
>>35659305>Her hungry eyes and a faint trickle of saliva belay just how badly she wants that thick juicy meat inside of her, filling her up.Okay we are going to fuck her eventually.
>>35659361it is only a matter of time before we smear the pork grease on our cock, and starving, she hungrily licks it up until we burst, then consumes our essence due to her hunger and to her shame.
>>35659425And that's how we invent bacon flavored ice cream in this setting. Generations of frosts to come with thank us.
I'm liking this quest
>>35659556Agreed, where's the twitter?
>>35659556At some point we'll need to wash the sweat and copious amounts of blood off.I look forward to the misunderstandings.
“Sien avello avachi? Torres messi nivel?” She offers. This even you recognize to be a different tongue entirely. The words are sharper and a bit slower. Still words you absolutely don't understand. Still, she seems to be catching on.Holding out the meat to her with two fingers, this time you hold your arm steady.Her eyes remain entirely distrustful, yet she keeps glancing down at the morsel, clearly expecting you to pull it away at the last second, even as her lips finally touch it.Just before she can nab the entire piece, however, you pull back half and swallow that yourself. Your captive licks her right canine and her stare remains rather hard despite the half-reward.Her next set of words sound almost familiar, though you can't place them. Maybe something like what you'd overheard from a group of tough hawk-harpies before leaving the harbor? Similar, at least.This time you let her take the full length of the meat into her mouth and she works at it hungrily. Her mistrust if not gone, substantially subsided. By the time you retract your fingers, they are coated in a sheen of saliva where once had been boar grease.Fully caught on now, it would seem, she belts out two more distinctly different languages. Yet still neither one you can comprehend. Though again you reward her.
>>35659575I got you coveredhttps://twitter.com/HereticalLoveQ
>>35659595No I do.
Rather sharp teeth, you notice to yourself as one of her canines scrapes across your finger as she tears at an even larger chunk of meat, like some sort of starving, crazed beast. This time, after she finishes off the piece, she stares hard up at you yet again. Her eyes seem to be searching for something in your own and the slightest of recognition flashes across hers of deep blue.“What want? Let go Avael. Feed first.”For a moment you're lost to absolute stunned silence. You'd started this for just a bit of fun, you'd never thought it would actually ever result in anything useful.The girl opens her mouth with a “Ah! Ahh!”Without a moments hesitation you shove a piping hot piece of meat in her mouth, so big her eyes open in alarm and she can barely take it all. Drool and grease stream from her lips as she struggles with the juicy meat. A mixture of surprise and elation clear across her features.>talk/question/action
>>35659618Why they capture Avael? You sexrifice? Fuzzy butt hat?
>>35659618>>For a moment you're lost to absolute stunned silence. You'd started this for just a bit of fun, you'd never thought it would actually ever result in anything useful. Certainly not spelltongue.Forgot that last part.
>>35659645>Certainly not spelltongue.What's spelltongue?
>>35659618Don't release her, keep feeding her.And making sure she cleans up too. With her tongue
>>35659618"What was happening when I found you?"
>>35659618"What do I want? To figure out what or who you are. Let go? No, you're mine, fair and square. Feed? If you behave."
>>35659618"The dog can speak after all".Assuming we can speak that language.
>>35659618Basic who's what's and where's. Who she, who those people we murder the fuck out of, what they wanted with her, what she's doing out here beyond being captured, where towns and shit are for loot.
>>35659690>>35659681>>35659676Guys, Guys. Assuming her race is full of magical animal lolis and shotas, we team up with them. It'd give us a friendly port for raiding and trading, and magical backup that knows the area.Then we kill the Centaurs, take their land and interbreed with the animal peoples and form a super race of adorable magic vikings.
>>35659668>>35659618This>>35659681>>35659676>>35659682>>35659690Guys, guys, we feed before we talk.Admittedly we can ask this after she's all fed
>>35659618> "Good girl."
>>35659764>>35659668ThisAdd in some ear scratching too
>>35659763We can feed her as we ask questions. Each question gets her more food and drink. Tit for tat.
>>35659778That seems good for now, we can ask questions after that
>>35659793But she's DFC.
>>35659807Ha ha. He he. So funny is thee.
After more than a minute of her working at the meat, desperate to get it down, she finally finishes. Coughing hard and flecks of saliva and grease flying from her mouth, she looks up at you almost pleadingly.“Too much!”But you already have another thick strip of piping hot meat in hand, and before she can even close her mouth, you've already shoved the next piece inside. Her eyes fly open in shock and she coughs even as her teeth desperately try to chew as fast as they can. But it just isn't fast enough. Grease and drool stream from her mouth which continues to work despite half-lidded, struggling eyes.Again she finishes, and again starts a coughing fit. This time the coughs shaking her entire small frame.“P-please, sto...!” She doesn't even finish the word before, yet again, you've thrust another large chunk of meat between those soft, pink lips. You can see the bulge in her throat as she struggles to contain meat of that magnitude and tears welling up in the corners of her eyes.Upon finishing that piece, she collapses against the cold wood beneath. Her eyes empty and a small pool of drool forming around her mouth.“You... Terrible...”“That's for yelling so damned much earlier.” You retort, before helping her back into a sitting position. This time you fill a cup from the large jug you had been given earlier. Extending it out, you allow her to drink.Which she does for only a brief moment before her face puffs up and she wrenches back, spraying the liquid as she does.“This not drink!” She looks at the cup in panic, “Terrible!”
>>35659938Enough with the games, now, tell me the location of your hidden rebel base!
>>35659938Did she seriously just waste our booze?
>>35660047Yes, worst loli.
>>35660047>>35660053Force her to the floorMake her lap it up
>>35660086You can stop trying so hard now.
>>35659938I'm pretty sure we didn't ask for meat rape.But I'm enjoying it anyway
>>35660119As am I
“It'll grow on you.”Again you press the cup to her lips, this time forcing her to drink. While you aren't quite sure what might constitute for a proper brew wherever it is she came from, you have severe doubts it holds a candle to Grindstone's firewater.Despite as much pouring down to splash upon her thick, light brown thighs, you can tell she's drinking it, as you're leaving no other option once you plug her nose. Too small to struggle away, she's forced to drink.Though perhaps half the cup ended up across her lap, you're fairly confident that by the time you lower the cup, she's imbibed a good amount.“Izzt... Izzt over?” She stares at you, teetering slightly as you again take your seat on the bed, “Youh... Youh spelltongue?”Her eyes are entirely lost, confused, and at this point more and more resembling those of someone quite on their way to drunk.“Yes, I speak spelltongue.”Better than you, is what you're thinking.“Now I'll feed you nicely if you keep answering my questions, understand?” Setting aside the boar for now, you instead reach into a leather pouch atop the windowsill and draw out a handful of dried, purple berries.“Yesh?... *Hic*” She slurrs.“Good. Now why did I find you inside that sack?” You ask as you pop one of the bearries into your own mouth. She watches the bearry before focusing back on your face.
>>35660161I didn't think I'd like this anywhere near as much as I do.
So, we're all in agreement that since she's made such a mess of her clothes we ought to take them, wash her off and give her a decent tunic and furs/leathers, right?
>>35660295Stop reading my fucking mindBut first it's getting late right? We should sleep. But she can't sleep in such dirty clothes....
>>35660295We can hold off on getting her something new to wear until tomorrow. Also she should be sitting in our lap at this point, it makes her ears easier to scratch.
>>35660295yes yes yes!>>35660305even more yes>>35660342fuck yes
You're all cool people and have good taste.
“Avael captured!” She almost shouts and nearly falls over, “Pink orcs capture Avael. Want sell!”This is amusing, but not nearly so as finding someone else who can speak spelltongue. As mysterious as it continued to be, you'd thought yourself alone in knowing such words. No Frost had understood a word of it, most chalking it up as the “language of the Gods”. For your part, you'd known it as soon as your eyes had opened, as if that knowledge had always just been there.“Sell?” You balk and poke your captive in her belly with your foot.“What could anyone possibly want with some small, furry creature like you? Are you good to eat or something? Were those pink orcs taking you off to a meat market?” You continue to prod at her and the more you do, the more one of her cheeks puffs out and her eyes narrow.Still, she did answer you.While she seems to be mulling over an answer, you extend out one of the bearries and push it against her lips. Almost absent mindedly the girl draws it in with her tongue and chews on it, looking deep in thought.“Shweet! What is!?” She remarks, gazing in wonder at the berries clutched in your hand.“These? Just bear berries.” You wave off the question, “You still haven't told me why you were taken. Was it for your fur? Furry butt hat?”“Schoo rude!” The girl's tail thumps the floor and she squirms against her bonds, “Avael great sorceress! Awesome magic! Sell for spell powers!”Her cheeks are growing more and more flushed and she's begun to sway slightly side-to-side.>talk/question/action
I'll be in my bunk, uh, -eating-.
>>35660439"Magic? And what is the extent of this power small creature? Surely it cannot be too impressive if you allowed yourself to be captured twice."
>>35660439Close the door and somesuch.Release the bindings on her legs, keep the ones on her hands.Find applicable clothing/furs, unequip her current clothing, equip clothing/furs.
>>35660439Why couldn't you just magic yourself out?Make a spell if you're so great
>>35660439Spell Powers? What spell magics you can do? Can all Furry Butt people do awesome magic?
>>35660439>Avael great sorceress!Pffft. Yeah right. More like furry butt hat. Not nice to lie little one.
>>35660439I'll second >>35660490 and also wash her because she got meat juice all over her.But do it sensually.
>>35660507Later. We're talking about magic and furry butt hats right now.
>>35660490>>35660507Don't release her! Not yet anyways. The first night she needs to sleep in the bindings. That way, when she wakes up in the morning she will be sore, and thus more value the freedom that we inevitably grant her.
>>35660543We're releasing her feet so she can stand up, not her arms.
>>35660439Sniff her, complain that her captors let her get pretty rank, cut her clothes off, wash her off, then put her to bed.While that's happening keep asking about her capabilities, the local political layout (good raiding targets) and find out what the hell she is (species) and where she's from anyway.
>>35660552She can stand up now, she can't run or claw us with her feet.
>>35660439Pick her up, put her in our lap, ruffle her hair and pet her some.Keep on asking questions, ask about her magic. Then ask about the lay of the land, the different races here, who good raiding targets nearby are, so on and so forth.Then strip her and wash her.
>>35659735This friendly port part is really important, vikings need a good place to turn bulky stolen goods into more compact and/or useful goods to bring home. That's how Dublin got created way back when.
>>35660658>>35660616>>35660490Something something something mix them together
>>35660679No wonder Dublin's such a shit heap
>>35660679True, but her people clearly do not value alcohol enough to be native to, well, anywhere in the British Isles.
>>35660747No, I'm pretty sure that's because it's full of Irish.>>35660778Largely irrelevant to the point. We still need to set up (or co-opt) a trading outpost on this side, to maximize the value of our cargo for costly trips back home.
“Magic...? You?” You make zero effort to conceal the absolute disbelief in your voice. And though perhaps drunker than she's ever been, Avael seems to pick up on that.The little bodied, large-eared, fluffy girl scowls.“Avael great magic! Big fire spell!” She boasts, her anger seeming to overpower her intoxication, if only momentarily.You snort with laughter which only seems to make your captive even more mad.“Super big fire! Like dragon!”Palming the top of her head you rub her hair vigorously, much to her disdain.“Ahh! N-no touch ears!” She wriggles and manages to worm away from you, “Super rude!”“If you're so damn good at magic, how did you manage to get captured not only once, but TWICE? The second time by opponents killed so easily it was boring?”This time you grab her and lift her easily into your lap, where you continue to roughly rub at her hair and ears. She struggles mightily for one so small and bound. With a lot of “Rude!” and “Do not touch!” and “No more!”“First time capture not orcs!” She finally manages to blurt, “First time by many cat! Big knives! Too fast!”“And the second time?” You continue to drill her. Literally pressing both fists against opposite sides of her head and twisting them quickly.“Ahh!? Second time....mmmphhhmmrrr...” She mumbles the last part. Which makes you drill her head all the harder.“Too hungry!” The words come flying out from your increased assault, “No food! Stop bully!”
>>35660876Let loose some of her bonds, put her down. Ask her what she was doing getting captured the first time.
>>35660876>Stop bully!Never happening.
>>35660876>"Super big fire! Like dragon!"Definitely need a way to switch her elemental affinity to Ice. She could really be an asset to our people.
While you still don't entirely believe her story, especially about the extent of her magical ability, you nevertheless stop your attack and release her. Avael slides off you and squirms her way across the floor, looking very annoyed and quite angry as she glares.“Super mean!”“Yeah, yeah.” You snort, before standing up and approaching her. While Avael worms back as much as she can, the cabin is small and there is no room to escape.“What exactly were you doing that warranted capturing in the first place? I'm still convinced your species tastes good and that's the reason. Speaking of, what are you, anyways?” As you ask, you pour yourself a fresh cup of the firewater and take several long gulps.“Avael is desert fox. Proud people, good magic!”“Big ears.” You cut in.“Leave ears alone.” Avael scowls.“So you're a fox, eh? You're a lot smaller than the stories let on. And you don't look very skilled with a sword...” You pour yourself a fresh cup having drained the last one.The girl looks puzzled for a moment.“Desert fox not sword people. Magic people. Big magic!”“Small bodies.”“...!” Avael appears as though she's about to argue for a moment before she concedes, “Yes, small...”“...One tail?” You inquire even as you grab it firmly. Its sheer soft fluffyness comes as quite a surprise even having felt it before. Ludicrously fluffy, as if you could work at it all day and never find the flesh of the actual tail through all that soft fur.Avael seems to panic, her squirming growing more desperate and violent.“No touch tail! More tail coming, more coming!”You finally relent and release it, though somehow feeling as though your hand is actually yearning for more. Avael has retreated back into a corner and is glowering at you. Still, though, one tail... From all the stories and songs you'd heard since your thaw, foxes were always sporting a whole nine of them, not one.
>>35661151Show me some of your magic little one.
>>35661151Cuddle her fluffy butt.
“So terrible!” She glowers at you and attempts to tuck her tail behind herself, blue eyes narrowed and watching you fiercely. Her face is even more flush now, either due to the activity or the alcohol. Likely both.“You know what else is terrible? Your smell. You seriously stink now that I get a whiff.” You pinch your own nose for emphasis.Either Avael blushes or her face is just reddening out of anger.“No bath in whole week! Run from cats, sweat in sack, get stinky!”Well it just so happens your humble little quarters has a large washtub all to itself. With a stone pit built in underneath to heat a bit of firewood without creating too much risk for the ship. Frosts being quite excellent at combating fire anyways.[ ] Light it up with your flint and knife[ ] See if you can coax her into lighting it, if she actually can[ ] Why would she need warm water anyways?[ ] Other
>>35661316>[ ] Why would she need warm water anyways?
>>35661316>[ ] Light it up with your flint and knifeShe's drunk. No point in wasting time
>>35661316>[ ] See if you can coax her into lighting it, if she actually canBest of both worlds. She gets warm water, we get to see if she can actually magic.
>>35661316>[ ] Light it up with your flint and knife
>>35661316>[x] Why would she need warm water anyways?
>>35661316Coax her into lighting it
>>35661316>[ ] Why would she need warm water anyways?Why does bullying small things feel so right? I'm terrible person.
>>35661316>[ ] Light it up with your flint and knifeLets not be ungracious hosts now.
As you continue to listen to her chattering about how rude and terrible you are, you hunch down beside the tub and draw out a flint and your knife. As skilled as a Frost is at creating ice, you're not magical when it comes to fire. Not even a Vetr has any flame magic, it would seem.Instead you get to chipping away until finally you manage to catch a bundle of kindling which you promptly coax into a small blaze before stuffing it under a few longs. The dry wood catches almost immediately.Stepping back, you let the fire go and quickly it's crackling away almost merrily.“What you doing?” Your captive scowls, glancing from you to the tub.“Me? I'm not doing anything. You, on the other hand, are getting a bath.”[ ] Forced bathing[ ] Loosen her bonds but make sure she doesn't try to escape[ ] Climb in yourself [fearless warrior][ ] Other
man, all this loli is turning me off; I came here for monstergirl booty like the original Gen A quest. instead I get chimo quest 2014
>>35661540>[ ] Forced bathing>[ ] Climb in yourself [fearless warrior]This is tradition in my people! Small fox girl must bathe with warrior of gods for luck!
>>35661540[ ] Climb in yourself [fearless warrior]
>>35661540>[ ] Forced bathing>>35661541Do what I do and don't even think about it. It's called using your imagination.
>>35661540[ ] Climb in yourself [fearless warrior][ ] Loosen her bonds but make sure she doesn't try to escapeWe should be able to keep her in check.
>>35661540>[ ] Forced bathingRemove smell.>>35661541I heard fluffy then got loli... Needless to say I'm disappoint. Oh well waiting for OPFOR to return.
>>35661541Fennecs are substantially smaller than other foxes.Also this is likely going to end up as shameless a harem as HLQ.
>>35661540>[ ] Forced bathingDon't forget to scrub behind her ears.
>>35661611>Also this is likely going to end up as shameless a harem as HLQ.WELL THEN.
>>35661540>[ ] Loosen her bonds but make sure she doesn't try to escape>[ ] Climb in yourself [fearless warrior]Let's see how lewd our captive is.
>>35661540>[ ] Climb in yourself [fearless warrior]>[ ] Forced bathing
>>35661611>shameless a haremThat is the best kind.
>>35661611Don't let the whiners distract you, man. Just keep going the path. We had no problems with Loli D in HLQ
>>35661540Is there anyway to rinse her off before putting her in the tub? Because as much as I'd like to climb in with her the girl just isn't sanitary right now.
>>35661540Papa-N, you've become my favorite QM in the course of about 42 posts.Hope to see more of you.
>>35661674There was a futa loli in HLQ? How do I not remember that? Seriously, the only loli I remember was our shota sidekick's stalker.
>>35661689>not being the top QM since HQL
>>35661719I didn't play HQL
>>35661719>HLQBloody fucking hell>>35661727You better have read that son.
>>35661717Not futa, Loli Daemonette. She was the Slaaneshi Waifu.
>>35661753I'd be easier if I knew what the abbreviation meant.
>>35661753Stop trying to scare away the new blood.
>>35661774Heretical Love Quest; his monster quest for his Magnum opus
“A what?”Without leaving her time for another word, you simply reach out and push her backwards into the tub. It's both large and deep enough to ensure she doesn't bang her head off the side or something.The fennec girl comes sputtering to the top of the water, her fluffyness now completely soaked. The look on her face is one of shock, horror, and downright “what the fuck just happened?”You try to bite back laughter but the look in her eyes tells you that she can tell.“Like I said, a bath. I can only abide bad smells for so long. And if you're going to share this cabin with me, you're going to be clean.” To emphasize, you produce a bristle brush and sea sponge.If you'd thought her face was shocked before, you don't know what emotion that face is trying to convey when you ditch your cloak and start working at the laces of your tunic.“What doing! Stop!”“Relax, it's big enough for the two of us.” You smirk.“Enough Enough! ENOUGH!!!” Suddenly, without warning, the little captive you've been toying with this entire time is now wreathed in an ethereal glow. As her pupils change to a burning red and orange flame, a circlet crown of fire forms above her head.>[fearless warrior] engaged. Roll 1d20 to avoid being roasted alive.
>>35661611>Also this is likely going to end up as shameless a harem as HLQ.So fucking based.
>>35661759I'll take your work, of the daemonettes only the khornette made a lasting impression.
Rolled 9 (1d20)>>35661808HUE
Rolled 10 (1d10)>>35661808OH PLEASE
Rolled 11 (1d20)>>35661808
Rolled 6 (1d20)>>35661808No eyebrows!
Rolled 6 (1d20)>>35661808
Rolled 17 (1d20)>>35661808HUEHUE
Rolled 19 (1d20)>>35661808HUEHUEHUE
Rolled 4 (1d20)>>35661808Release the nat 1s!
Rolled 18 (1d20)>>35661808C'mon 1!
>>35661604>The more tails she gets, the more her appearance changes going from loli, to jailbait, to college slut, to buxom MILF, to insatiable cougar
>>35661795>>35661793No you fools! Let them get a proper introduction to papa, need more nat 1s!
>>35661893Actually, looking back on it I remember reading this while trawling through 1d4chan at some point.
>>35661875Or this could happen
>>35661875Nope, she's a perma-loli. Said so here: >>35661151.
>>35661875Nah, that'd suck.
>>35661907I don't know man, green's really not her color.
>>35661907that's even worse than losing loli
>>35661875Now where have I heard that from before.
>>35661875No, just no.
>>35661875>taking the /cake/ away from pedos in a totallynotpedo questSon you just sauntered into the wrong saloon
>>35661541>>35661604>>35661611Like I said, petite naive girl, that's pretty much what popular usage of loli means now days.
>>35661875I'm sure you'll get your share of HEALTH, now stop trying to ruin this for the rest of us.
>>35661973That's really not what loli means nowadays though.
>>35661541>chimonow that's a word I've not heard in a long time. ever been to prison, son?
>>35661973Not really, no.
>>35661973If you actually believe that I dare you to ask her in character how old she is.
>>35662060I double dare you to do it!
>9 rolls>11.12 average>absolutely no 1's on two roll callsWhen the seven hells did you all become so competent? Max would have crashed into a building and been eaten alive by now.The first and only thing your reflexes can manage is a duck and a roll. Or rather a duckroll. Which is rather good, because if you had stayed put for a moment longer, you would have been dry-roasted.You come up on the balls of your feet just in time to see her eyes turn back toward you yet again.Perhaps you had underestimated her just a slight amount.Another dive and the entire exterior wall to your quarters is blown outward in a massive jut of flame and a shower of burning splinters....Just a slight amount.“Too... Rude...!” Avael shouts, her eyes still ablaze and the wreath over her growing ever larger.This time you're forced to use your own magic, catching the next stream of fire with a wall of solid, hardened ice. The two magic forces collide violently, showering the small room in coughs of flame and jets of steam.Perhaps your first mistake had been assuming that the tail count of a fox was always a direct indicator of their power. With but a single tail, you'd expected her capable of little more than a few hot sparks. Certainly not the torrent of flame currently ripping through your modest living area, catching more and more things ablaze.Though you can hear shouts and banging from the other side of the door now, you see that engaging the lock earlier had perhaps been a mistake as well.>talk/question/action
>>35662120"Calm down!""I'll keep the loincloth on!"
>>35662120>duckrollnow THAT's something I've not heard in a very, very long time
>>35662120It stops with the fire or it gets the gag again.
>>35662120Put out firePrisoner interrogation
>>35662120Ice the bath water. Make her focus on keeping herself from freezing without boiling accidentally herself.
>>35662120>When the seven hells did you all become so competent? Max would have crashed into a building and been eaten alive by now.The dice are evolving, they troll all now.>>35662145+1
>>35662120Hey, you know how we can create a circle of winter a league in radius? Unleash that in our cabin.
>>35662120Super Freeze the room except the bath to protect from Fire. Take off Loincloth, Cuddle-Bath.
>>35662120I asked my prize to further roast my meat. She complied with gusto.
>>35662293Sounds painful in a bad way. Then again, sadist loli dom could be fun.
Again and again you either dodge or block another roaring burst of flame. Each time the fire seems only to grow in intensity. Despite your own impressive magic, you're at quite an equal footing, it would seem.“Alright, stop, stop!” You hold up your hands and the assault stops momentarily. Though those flaming eyes remain locked right on you, “Look, I'll keep my loincloth on, alright?”“Grrraaahhhh!”You throw up another wall of ice, utilizing what remains of the bathwater this time, and the fire licks away at it the same as before. This time melting it away even faster.“Fifteen years top magic hall!” The fennec roars as yet another blast of flame sails toward you, “Best student! Most honors!”Two more fast flame attacks put you on your back foot. You have to grab your axe and deflect the second off the side of its blade. The searing heat burning at your skin even as you do.Through the steam and the fire and the smoke, you can still see her. The bonds wrapped around her arms and legs now gone, perhaps burned away, along with the clothes she had been wearing. Instead of the simple crown of flames, now her entire body is covered in them as nine tails of flame whip behind her.“Too rude!” She continues and again you block with the axe.“Too mean!” Another shot of flame.It's all you can do to unleash the full extent of your power and feel as the air temperature rapidly drops past freezing. Though even that doesn't seem to slow her.“Too... Tooo...!!!!” She hisses.The flames stop, quite suddenly. The magical fire encasing Avael shrinks at first before disappearing altogether. Even her eyes lose their burning flame as the tails disappear, leaving only her single fluffy one behind.“Ah...” She groans as her stomach grumbles loudly, before she goes teetering over backwards and sprawls out on what remains of what had once been the floor to your cabin.
>>35662460Pick her up and give her a hug. "That really was impressive, I'm sorry I doubted you.""Still need a bath though."
>>35662460Sexy bath time, then more food.
>>35662460Place fists on both sides of her head and proceed to give her double nuggies. Then explain that she owes us a new fucking ship after that outburst.
>>35662516>>35662514>>35662494Pretty sure he hasn't asked for a vote yet.
>>35662460Someone deserves a spanking for throwing a tantrum.
“So you're not fluffy down there, huh?” You muse, standing exhausted above the snoring figure of the fennec who had only a moment ago been flinging fireballs at you as you'd danced around the small room.It's only a second after tossing the only remaining fur over her snoozing self that the door is violently kicked down and a bewildered Grindstone enters, sword clutched in one hand and short axe in the other.“By the son of... Did you let a dragon aboard?” The old Captain coughs as his hawkish gaze scours the small, smoke-filled room.You're about to try to explain before he cuts you off with a “This ship is going to burn down, we can't stop it now! Hurry up and get out!”While this isn't his ship, you take his word on it.So it's as the two of you watch the large longship slowly burn away to the skeletal remains of its former glory that you look ponderously down at the fur-wrapped foxgirl snoozing in your arms. Such obscene power from such a small package...“So lad are you actually telling me that this,” He gestures with a finger down at Avael, “did THAT?” He points at the burning wreck.“Yes...”Grindstone regards the fluffy thing in your arms with new suspicion and disdain. As does the entire crew of the vessel that only a few minutes ago had been one of the most glorious Frost ships ever to grace the salt seas.“And what stopped her?”“I think... I think she got hungry...” You shake your head and shrug at the same time.
Alright I think that's probably as good a stopping point as any. Got to be at work at 6am too.I thought it went pretty well.
>>35662698Hah, I wake up to carnage! That teaches you lot to not bully.
>>35662698Me too.Eager to see the next thread.
>>35662698I'm liking it was a lot of fun thanks bro. You gonna archive?
Thanks papa-N. I'm stoked about this series.
>>35662698Fun. Thanks for running.>>35662724Needs more bully.
I don't usually follow these types of quests and the anime tropes like the puffed cheeks are annoying to me, but I have to say I'm a believer. The rest of your writing style is rather floral and engaging while being simplistic enough to quickly read and digest.
To bad there wasn't hue. Maybe next time, eh?
I wanna go hilt deep in her scabbard. The eating innuendo wasn't enough. Also drawfags assemble when?
>>35662733Anons usually come up with better descriptions than anything I could think up. I've never actually archived one before.>>35662758This is basically a training montage to get me back in the sort of mindset for Eightquest while MC1 (Sulla) is to prepare myself more for what Z&W was because I want to finish that and have some good ideas concerning that as well.>>35662815I think the only answer is more dice. I wanted to use them more but ended up forgetting somehow. Though there was the chance for dice gambling that wasn't chosen which would have been a lot of rolling.
>>35662841>This is basically a training montage to get meD-does that mean this won't last long?
>>35662832I just woke up and getting ready to work. Also, I'm not good with cute. I can get something done, but don't expect much.
>>35662841>>35662727 Last two archive guyI didn't actually know that. I'll try to keep em archived if I can make it.
>>35662849I honestly have next to no idea. Aside from a few preconceived ideas and the initial text dump, this was all done on the fly. Much like HLQ. My original plan for Avael had been a rather incompetent bumbling mage but this will be just as fun.I guess it will end when it should end?
>>35662918I can only hope that end doesn't come soon. I really like what you've done.
>>35662927If you like this go read HLQ and Gen A. If you want a more mature story Z&W and Gen A opfor.
>>35662900>A brief visit with a certain Iceman as he battles literacy and boredom.>a werewolf in powerarmor operates with a new team only to have his milk stolen.That's pretty good work, anon. "Battles literacy" is 10/10>>35662927I just don't want to drag it out too long is all. This writing style feels good and I'm glad it came back to me which is exactly what I wanted.
>>35663017>I just don't want to drag it out too long is all.Which fine really. Dragging them out in attempt to just add length tends to end poorly. When comes to a ending, well it should end.
>>35663118>Helping distribute wealth and rescuing damsels in distressI'm going to try to make these reoccurring themes
>>35663017>I just don't want to drag it out too long is all.As long as your not shortening it just to make it short.Also, when Avael wakes up, we are going to say she owns us a boat to make up for the one she burned to the ground and we won't stop bullying her until she replaces it.
>>35663214Nah it'd be more that it's just at an end. Like HLQ ending in 26 threads.Could be five threads, could be fifteen. I have absolutely no idea.
>>35663214Don't worry about it bro, his stories end when they should and he goes onto something different and great in its own way. Also just because they end don't mean they are actually over.
>>35663318And that's the best way, let the journey run wild.
>>35663369>Those HLQ Olympics I didn't imagine them, right?
>>35662681>>35662698I just got back from work and caught up, thanks for the thread Papa, I'm liking both sides of this quest.Though I'm stumped as to what we do seeing as she burnt our fucking ship up.
>>35663388Adventure is the only answer.
>>35663383Nay, they happened but it was just a sneak peak teaser and all that.
>>35663388You might get to party with Grindstone on his ship.>>35663383>>35663413Sneaki peeki for Eight's own adventure.Anyways I'll see you all in the next thread. Night.
>>35663441>Sneaki peekiCheeki breeki, man.http://youtu.be/3cqDXlfASMM
>>35661540Damn, I was making dinner or I'd have recommended we pretend we're about to cook her instead of give her a bathBoiled fox Mmmmm~