After saving the city of Prontia from multiple threats in the past week, you, Billy “The Bat” Iwo, need a change of scenery. Now that you’ve resolved your own trial and made a friend that can help navigate this crazy world, you and the girl with a fluffy tail - Charlotte, have decided to move on. You’ve decided to go west in search of a certain someone.Your friend, Kauss the Lizardman, had wanted to meet with his son again after catching the plague when the two of you stopped it’s further spread together. He had said his boy, Vhost had set out west under another name.Fortunately for you, Henrietta, the friendly guild clerk in the Prontian Guild Hall has cash in quests you didn’t sign up for, but completed anyways after both destroying the source of the plague and investigating and lowering the source of gang activity in the city. The only gang left in Prontia, the Magnum Aes, were more happy to cease their underground trade deals and collection of protection money to focus on their legitimate business as the Morrcock Construction Company. You’ve been left a decent amount after having to pay for you and Charlotte’s medical attention after critical injuries.Charlotte has gotten you a map, which you’re having trouble making heads or tails of right now as the two of you stand at the north gate of Prontia, ready to leave.“Where are we going now Lottie? I can’t understand this map for shit.”The chubby little girl puts her stubby finger on the map and traces out a particular marked location a good distance away. It’s bigger than the others, so it must be a major city.“Our next destination is Dossantos. We’re headed towards the high wasteland now. There are a few places in between that we can head through. Which way should we go, Boss Bieri?”Charlotte’s round tail wags and her ears move under her little hat as she waits for you to decide on where to go. You’re honestly more concerned she packed enough goodies in her big bag to feed you and her freakish appetite on the way there.There are some mountains that creep northward straight out west that lead to a settlement on the other side, which is the closest to here. Beneath the mountain range, there is a lush forest that coats the end of the mountains. Further south, there is a dusty main road, which loops under the forest and heads to another town, which is the second closest town. Which way do we go?>Straight through the mountains. I’m not fucking around>Through the Forest. I’m not ready to walk through goddamn sand just yet, thank you very much>The Main Road. I’m not letting Mother Nature shit on me>Write In
>>2037499>Straight through the mountains. I’m not fucking around
>>2037499>Straight through the mountains. I’m not fucking aroundWe did just blow a giant fucking hole though it, I doubt there is anything left standing to annoy us.
>>2037499>>Straight through the mountains. I’m not fucking aroundI want to punt a dorf
>>2037499>Straight through the mountains. I’m not fucking aroundLet's keep our little marshmallow in shape.
>>2037499>The Main Road. I’m not letting Mother Nature shit on me.
>>2037499Previous ThreadsFirst Thread: >http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive/1883765/Previous Thread>http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive/2002666/William "Billy the Bat” IwoSTATS: ??? (Still nothing! Son of a B-...Wait a second...)Class: ......Holy shit! I wasn't expecting that. I have a class now! I'll take a look at it later when I have the time. I'm having trouble getting over my disbelief and confusion.Gelt: 3924>Background: Banchou>Ability: Strongest>Bonus to Intimidate Checks>Bonus to Strength Checks>Weapon: New York No Shinbatsu>(Studded Club with Chain)>Magical Enhancement:>Durability +>HP<, ATK+>Items (Carried by Charlotte)>Hermetically Sealed Diving Suit>Purple Gem>Delinquent Traits Scores>Clever: 38 (+1)>Manly: 40 (+3)>Code - Honesty: 29 (-2)>Fight'n Spirit: 38 (+16)Delinquent Traits 1.0.1Theses are the character traits that make you who you are, and with them comes both benefits and drawbacks that are befitting of your brash, trouble-making personality. >1) Your traits are kept track of through points, a Trait Score, which will rise and fall as you chose your options. Such traits unlock special dialog prompts that are unique to you. Often times it is a high-risk, high reward option that requires a roll for success and other times a bonus just for maintaining it. The modified prompts is not necessarily beneficial or harmful, simply the embodiment of a trait.>2) Successful rolls will give great benefits in the story, while failures might complicate things. Regardless of success or failure, choosing the modified prompt will cause a gain in points dependent on the situation (+3 or greater), while choosing not to use the prompt given will result in a loss of points (-2). >3) You may use your points to modify your “Write in” responses with your traits, which will give bonuses to the results if the response is appropriate to those traits, at the cost of (-2) points. >4) You may modify a response with more than one trait if appropriate for increased chances, and I encourage “Write in” responses, awarding particularly good responses by potentially refunding points spent. You lose this ability for a particular trait if you have a Trait Score of 2 or less. >5) Higher Trait Scores increase the likelyhood of modified prompts appearing. Lower scores do the opposite. The relative difference in numbers has some affect towards which type of modified prompt is given.>6) You may burn any of these points on given prompts as well to gain an additional bonus, provided the prompt does not already have the modifier on it already. Spend your points carefully, and try to find a balance, for once a trait score hits 0, your ability to take advantage of that trait is gone forever, having “gone soft.” I will make sure you are aware of the Trait Score values at all times as well as clarify any questions and feedback if necessary.
>>2037499>>2037515>>2037544>>2037575>>2037591>>2037592>Straight through the mountains. I’m not fucking around"It looks like the main road loops all the way around here, huh?"Charlotte is still excited to get going. She must be happy that she finally has someone willing to let her follow around and give her attention."Yeah Boss! it's going to take a while to-""Fuck that shit, we head straight through the mountains."The little girl's tail goes flaccid and her ears droop at the thought of scaling some mountains. She starts to pout until you give her a stink eye, to which she immediately feigns perkiness. That's better!"Yes Boss!..."It's not too long until your little sidekick is out of breath and sweating like the piglet she is. Her round little tummy must be weighing her down after gobbling up more than you eat in a week in one day."Bieri! *Huff* My belly hurts! Ca...*Puff*...can we take a break? Please!?"You've cleared the flattest paths, and the trail is starting to get rather steep after covering a good amount of ground. Here is a decent spot to settle, but am I ready to stop yet?>[Fightn' Spirit] YAMATO-DAMASHII!!!>If we take a short break, she can appraise my stuff and I can look at my Adventurer's ID card and reflect on the change.>Fuck it. I'm not in a rush. We set up camp here. I'll make sure she gets a good workout. We have enough people to do some belaying to set up for lost time and work her chubby buns tomorrow.>Write In
>>2037695>Fuck it. I'm not in a rush. We set up camp here. I'll make sure she gets a good workout. We have enough people to do some belaying to set up for lost time and work her chubby buns tomorrow.
>>2037695>>Fuck it. I'm not in a rush. We set up camp here. I'll make sure she gets a good workout. We have enough people to do some belaying to set up for lost time and work her chubby buns tomorrow.
>>2037695>Fuck it. I'm not in a rush. We set up camp here. I'll make sure she gets a good workout. We have enough people to do some belaying to set up for lost time and work her chubby buns tomorrow.>She can appraise my stuff and I can look at my Adventurer's ID card and reflect on the change.
>>2037695>[Fightn' Spirit] YAMATO-DAMASHII!!!
>>2037695>>2037714>>2037740>>2037781>>2037788>>2037806>>2037838>Fuck it. I'm not in a rush. We set up camp here. I'll make sure she gets a good workout. We have enough people to do some belaying to set up for lost time and work her chubby buns tomorrow."Fuck it."You drop your bat and squat right there."We're going to set up camp here for tonight. We've been on this trail for enough hours."Charlotte perks up at the thought of taking it easy. She drops her own bag and runs up to hug you while you're close to the ground. It makes you grunt in indifference"Yay!""Don't get any ideas. We have to climb to make up for lost time. Or else your gonna be fasting tomorrow.""Yes Boss..."Setting up camp is easy. Charlotte pitches a tent for us to stay in, which I move to under a nice rock face to give us some shelter from wind , rain and sun. A fire is made easily with gear. This is a decent team up. I provide the muscle and the make the big decisions, and she does everything else. Perfect.I have her appraise the special suit we managed to cram into her space-defying bag as well as that purple gem from a while ago."This armor is like nothing I've ever seen! It's super complex boss! Mr. Morrcock was probably right when he said there's only one around."She's looking inside the thing, her voice echos a bit as her little legs kick out while the rest of her is deep in the opening in the neck. She's making sure to check thoroughly, but tubby better not get stuck! I ain't pulling her out!"This is so cool, I've always wanted to have something unique like this, or at least see it! Umm...Hmm...there's some damage on the chest area and the arm. Hey Boss, I can fix this...I think. I just need some uncommon material...I have to check my bag.The little girl goes rummaging through her bag, looking for something sufficiently uncommon to use. On that note, you get her attention and toss her the purple gem."Will this work?"Charlotte does her little scratch-and-sniff routine to identify the item. Apparently, the item you found is a magical power source, oft called "Manastone". It's essentially condensed magical power, which a few mages can harness for interesting stuff, but most use to recover their own reserves of mystical energy. I wonder if that what was in the box that blew the mountaintops away towards the south of Prontia?"I can definitely fix it with this Boss, but are you sure you want me to use it now? I might be able to find enough junk to at least get out most of the dings if you don't..."Apparently, she can restore any physical item back to much better condition a few times a day, depending on the item. Charlotte says it's complicated to explain, but she breaks items down to fix other ones. She call her new skill [[Jury-Rig]]. I guess the little girl leveled up.>Charlotte learned [[Jury-Rig]]Should I have her use her new ability?>Yeah, Fix it with that gem>Forget it, It's not important right now>Use your junk>Write In
>>2037892>>Use your junk
>>2037892>>2037902>>2037909>>2037913>Use your junkYou have no intention of using that gem for anything yourself, but seeing how the Sextant guy deleted some mountains with the explosion some how, maybe it would be better to hold onto it."Just use your junk""Yes boss!"Charlotte proceeds to drop lots of junk out from her bag. It seems to be mostly consumable items, like those magical torches. She takes a little hammer and begins to pound the materials in. After a few hits, it just disappears into the armor. The containment suit is gradually less dented, until it's just barely noticeable. Good enough. There is a little stuff left, but Charlotte is too tired to use anymore. Skills have limits, you guess.The Tanukin girl plops herself down across from you from the small fire you've made. Time to take a look at that ID Card.It still is mostly blanks all around your stat block, which is making you impatient. Finally, something has changed. You have a class now. It's only one thing, but it's better than nothing."Imperiaru Curassu: Subcrassu Banchou:"I wasn't being totally literal when I told the little girl I was a Banchou because I was the strongest. What's this Imperial bullshit though? I'm not down with anyone's system in particular, to be frank.Charlotte looks over intently, making sure to pay attention to everything you do, including audible mumbling. She wants to see too now."Did your stats change? Can I see?">Let her see>Nah, stay mystified, little scrub>Write In
>>2038021>>2038021>Let her seeBieri accent is thick as fuck
>>2038021>>Let her see
>>2037892>Use Junk>What all can the gem be used for?>Check out our skill card!
>>2038021>>2038030>>2038051>>2038060>Let her seeA rousing game of keep-away would have been fun, but you just can't after she gives you some puppy-dog eyes. Fuck, I think I'm getting too soft for this bullshit!"Yeah, fine. Nosy little squirt"Your angry mumbles don't bother her at all. She plods over and plops her wide little rump right into your lap. She makes sure to wiggle her butt to make it snug and annoy you even more with her weird affection. Your urge to spank rises."Banchou class! You really are the strongest, Bieri! I haven't seen anyone with this before!"The ass kissing is meh to you, what's more important is what the hell this imperial shit is about."What does this "Imperial" shit mean anyways? You do know, right? It's not some rare bullshit, is it?""Oh, Imperial class. That's not unusual like Banchou is...but not a lot of people want those kinds of classes. It's not always so easy to follow that kind of demanding path. It's a power class, and you have to be able to lead and stuff."...Now that I think about it, being a Banchou does involve leading lesser delinquents, bossing the around, and taking tribute. The term "Banchou" is derived from an old military position, from what little I actually know. I was never that involved with Rokujo's other nerr-do-wells and wannabe's enough to claim I led anyone. I just got my fucking money and beat the shit out of anyone who challenged me. Those were the days alright...I still have to beat up Kurosaki-san when I get back home and show her who's boss."...If there's someone we know who has a similar class type to you, it's Knight-Captain Blackwell, I think."Ugh, being compared to that stubborn-ass knight-woman is really fucking irritating. If I didn't slap the shit out of her earlier, she would have let herself get her soul sucked out from not fulfilling a deal with the devil sort of baloney. That price wasn't that hard to pay even! She was just being an obstinate bitch about it because she was mad her friends died because of that deal. She's nice to look at and all, but as soon as she opens her mouth, everything turns to shit. Stupid Blackwell!Looking at my card. I notice my ability has no name. Do I have to name it myself or something, or maybe I should just wait...Whatever, it's getting dark. Charlotte lets out a little yawn, showing her pointy little canines as she does and leans into you.Shoving her off, you realize maybe it's a good idea if someone takes watch for the night, and we switch shifts. It is pretty barren up here though. I wonder if anything is even living nearby?>Let's sleep in shifts, You sleep first>Let's sleep in shifts, have fun staying up late, tater tot>What's the worst that could happen? There's no-one around>Write In
>>2038239>>Let's sleep in shifts, You sleep first
>>2038239>Let's sleep in shifts, You sleep first
>>2038239>>2038265>>2038303>>2038309>>2038365>Let's sleep in shifts, You sleep first"I just realized that we're out in the wilderness right now in magical fantasy bullshit land.""What does that mean, boss?"Charlotte is looking at you quizzically, more awake now that she was just a moment ago. You give her plump belly a smack, signalling to her it's time to hop off your dick."It means it's time for bed, chub-chub. We sleep in shifts tonight. Move your ass""B-but I wanted to sleep with y-I mean nevermind, I'm going Boss."Charlotte scurries off into the tent deliberately, with her tail between her legs and her hands rubbing her slapped-up stomach as she heads off to bed. Once she disappears from view and turns the lantern inside the tent off, you poke the fire a bit and get back into a proper Yanki squat. You close your eyes an absorb the warmth from the fire for a brief moment."AND DON'T FUCKING SLEEP THROUGH YOUR SHIFT YOU LITTLE TURD!""Y-yes Boss!"Taking a relaxed, but alert poise, you tried to listen to hear anything that might approach that needs the attention of your bat-club, New York no Shinbatsu. The wind whips enough to make a sound as you try to be at ease for once.Roll for night activities. I'll take the first three rolls.
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>>2038399>>2038406>>2038416>>2038418>Rolled 97: All quiet on the western frontThe night ends up not having much in the way of activity. Nothing happens.I'm pretty fucking bored, but I'll be damned if I let a coyote or somethin' eat my little fuzzy marshmallow girl as a midnight snack! Keeping one eye open and focused to look around, you notice your hair is in your face more than usual. Fuck that. Pulling out your comb, you proceed to get-a-combin'. Appearance is a major part of respect and authority, after all.I can't remember the last time I let my hair get this messed up. After quitting the baseball team, I let it grow out from my usual, pragmatic crew cut. One of the biggest changes I went through embracing the delinquent style was growing it long enough to make a pompadour. I wouldn't say it looks fucking amazing, but it agrees with my hair, which is naturally wild. My brother has the same quality, and his is a little too fluffy in my opinion after he grew his out."...Fuckin' hell..."I just remembered, I had a new electric razor coming in that I ordered before getting run the fuck over. It was originally to prevent getting a neck-beard and let my little goatee be kempt, but I was fixing to use that shit to prank my little bro into doing something about his mop-top after some schemin'.I was going to do that prank where you sneak up behind a fucker and shave off some hair.The idea of doing that puts a big grin on my face, imagining the reactions. Johnny would have gotten so fucking pissed! It would have been perfect! He would have to cut that shit up after that to avoid looking like he had a bald spot.God damn it. I need to get home.To spite you, a clump of your hair falls into your face. Damn hair. Your rockabilly-do has been conditioned to form a pompadour on command, but it's been a whole week since you've greased that shit up. It's starting to fall apart without enough adhesion. You should probably find an alternative soon.Maybe Charlotte has a solution. Oh, here she comes. It's your turn to sleep.Roll to sleep.
Rolled 83 (1d100)>>2038399What can go wrong?
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Rolled 23 (1d100)>>2038552Nightmare incoming
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>>2038552>>2038557>>2038566>>2038587_____________________________________________________________________________________________________________Ouch. My head really hurts!I've woken up in a dark room, laying down on some kind of altar or something. It's too dark to tell how big this room is. There is a constant, annoying clicking that steadily racks my brain, along with other mechanical sounds. It's like a machine putting in work. I know the noise well. Nearby, there's a table with all sorts of pointy things to my left! I wonder what those are for... Attempting to touch my aching head proves to be impossible. What's this?Looking down at my arms, their all tied up. My legs are too. Tied up is the best description, more like shackled and chained up. Yeah, that's more accurate. There's also a very large spike sticking out of my chest. Well that's not good!I'm not one for being bound to anything. It's time to bust out of this and do my own thing! Not that I even know what's next yet...I don't even know where I am!Roll to bust out. Best of three.
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>>2038688Lottie is getting slapped later
>>2038688>>2038709>>2038710>>2038712>DC ??: Rolled 87 - Oh I think I've got this!I can feel my muscles burning as I try to rip these restraints off. Hey! my dominant right arm is showing some success! These tight locks are pretty tough though, I'm pretty confident in my upper body strength.I manage to wiggle the vice around my wrist off it's hinges a little bit more...A blue glow fills my field of vision. Just as my arm is about to break free, a rough, strong grip grabs my arm and slams it down back to the altar."So you've awoken. I've been waiting for you.""Oh, it's you."The man above me has pushed my arm back in place, leaning over the table slightly. Looking down at me, I can see his glowing blue eyes shine through the dark from underneath his hood.Removing his covering, I am repulsed by his brass-colored face. It is a dull metal, except for those eyes, and those teeth that hide underneath cold, hard "lips". Eugh..."I had overheard of your attempt to avoid me. You were not planning on honoring our deal. I had a hunch this would be the case.""No, you've got it all wrong. I just wanted to talk it out wi-"+YOU LIE.+His voice becomes an obnoxious, grating monotone with a wonky reverb. It fills the room with his ugly, unpleasant droning of a sound. I'm really starting to hate this guy, even though we're co-workers."See, this is why you'll never get a girl into you. Your way too-"+SILENCE.+This guy is so annoying...so...boring!"I've heard enough out of your inane chatter. I hope your ready to hand over what you promised."I try to shake out of my restraints, before feeling a terrible pain through my chest. The spike is glowing!"Preparing something like this was not easy. Creatures like you are not fully bound in this realm are quite the conundrum. To think I would have to consult with another for assistance."Treion?"+WHO ELSE WOULD POSSIBLY KNOW.+I have to try to convince him to let me go. It's a long shot, but I really don't want to give up this special gift...Better act fast, he's cleaning his hands up with water."You know, my darling is going to be pretty upset when he finds out what you did."+I DISAGREE+-he does not care for you. Nor does anyone else. You are alone in your insane urges and I will enjoy this greatly. Our master has given me full permission to examine every crevice of your body, so long as I put it back together perfectly. It will certainly be interesting, I've never investigated an explanatory body."Whatever he did to me, there's no escape. Damn..."This is gonna hurt huh?"The bonds are tightened again as pain pores into my chest again. "Do not worry, I will not kill you, nor will I displace anything. Just cause you pain. Great and terrible pain. Such is the will of the Daemon King. Think of it not as punishment for your insubordination, but your re-initiation ceremony. Scheherazade.""I hate you."I can feel ice cold hands slice through me. Billy, where are you?>Cont.
>>2038835Robo-Dude dun fucked up
>>2038835__________________________________________________________________________________________________________________I was having that one really weird dream again. The one where I'm only a little shithead, running away from my mother, who is a caricature of herself, and more like a monster with long, vile hands. I try to flee on my shitty little boy legs forever, but end up getting grabbed by monster-mom and dunked into the water over and over and my skin starts to melt off. In dream land, the bathwater is lava. I wonder if there were others that hated bath time as much as I did when I was 2?Waking up, I realize I've fallen down on solid rock. Where in the fuck am I? Looking around, the land is unfamiliar, so I get up and walk around to try to figure out what the fuck happened. I'm still on the mountain. FUCK! I was sleepwalking again, wasn't I. Damn it! I was really hoping I would have a better night's sleep. Maybe using Charlotte like an extra fluffy pillow was the trick?...Naaaah!After peeking around the steep pathways of the mountain, you end up coming across a cave in a canopy of stone. Peering inside, there is a dull gleam in the dim, pre-morning light within the cave. It looks like a mine as ore shines on the walls. That's awesome, except for the fact you just want to get back to camp."CHAR-LOOOOTTE!!!!!!"___________________________________________________________________________________________________________________That's it for tonight. I'll be back on Sunday to continue the quest at 12:00PM EST. Thanks for waiting for me guys. I appreciate it.
>Shara getting examinedDoujin when?All archive links:1 - http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive/1883765/2 - http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive/1899453/3 - http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive/1915032/4 - http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive/1933577/5 - http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive/1966034/5.5 - http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive/2002666/
>>2038239>>Looking at my card. I notice my ability has no name. Do I have to name it myself or something, or maybe I should just wait...That should be obvious.It should be called "Battery"Cannot stop it
>>2038894After once again sleepwalking, while setting up camp after hiking up a mountain no less, you've managed to end up waking up somewhere completely unfamiliar. Upon waking up, after a little walking, there is now a mine of sorts wedged into the one of the natural enclosures of the mountain range. It's still very early in the morning, the sun not quite coming out just yet, but the sky has grown just a little lighter than it was before you finished sleeping in your shift. Right now, you've somehow managed to slip past the little girl that was supposed to be on watch and separated yourself from camp.I'm lost, and there's a mine here. What the fuck do I do now? Should probably be figuring out how the fuck I got here and find my way back. I was asleep, I couldn't have gone too far from camp. Right? Either way, Charlotte and I are having some fucking words later. She's supposed to be on watch!You had just called out to her a moment ago, letting your voice bounce off the stony walls of the surrounding rock faces. There was no immediate response. Maybe you need to call out again? It's still possible for you to turn up the volume...>CHARLOTTE!!!!!!!!!!!>Forget her, I'll find the way back myself>I'll take a look inside this mine first>Write In________________________________________________________________________________________________________Welcome back everybody. Thanks again for waiting for me.
>>2043024>I'll take a look inside this mine first
>>2043024>I'll take a look inside this mine first.
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>>2043092>I'll take a look inside this mine firstGod damn it Charlotte! Freaking letting me wander off in my sleep. Fuck this shit, I need to calm my nerves. Looking around at the surrounding cliff side is making me angry....I think I'm going to check out this mine as a distraction.Cracking your neck and grunting, you head inside the mine shaft. It is cool and damp, and surrounded by several kinds of ore. It doesn't look particularly valuable, it must be common. As you continue on, the volume of the discolored stone increases in concentration. Your footsteps echo in the hard, tight space.You've walked the tunnel for a good twenty minutes now, having not seen any other paths other than this very long shaft which you continue to walk. Tracks have begun to appear on the floor, old and decrepit. There must be a mine-cart nearby, if it hasn't been lost or broken by time.The path only seems to continue, but it seems like there's more to be seen. If there is a track set up, that means something might still be living here. Maybe.There's only one problem, the longer you continue, the more time you'll be separated from your only party member, and the more time you'll be lost. And the more time you'll waste instead of heading on westward...Should I turn back?>Head back. We can come back to explore at a later date.>Keep going, but only until I find a mine cart or something like that.>Keep going. I'm in no rush.>Write In
>>2043102>Head back. We can come back to explore at a later date.
>>2043102>>2043120>Head back. We can come back to explore at a later date.As much as you'd like to see if there really is a sign of life in this otherwise abandoned mine. Now is not the time. For all you no, Charlotte is looking for you.Letting out a deep breath, you are a little disappointed by the fact that there was nothing of interest in the mineshaft, other than some tracks of some sort along the ground and some ores on the walls. It's kind of a let-down.Stomping back, it takes you another twenty minutes to get back. You are greeted by brighter sunlight, and a panicked little girl looking around the area you woke up in. Noticing you, her little ears, which are exposed now that she took her hat off, twitch and she turns to you. It's Charlotte."Bieri! I found you! I was super worried!"It's hard to stay mad at her when she quickly runs over to you with her little legs and hugs you, not ready to let go for a while."I was doing the exercises you showed me, and I went to check on you, and you were gone!" I went looking around on the trail, and that's when I heard you call my name. I made my way up here. I was sure you were here!'It seems she had gotten a lead after hearing your voice with her fluffy animal ears. You scold her for not paying attention and letting you wander off, and leave it at that. Something needs to be done about this sleepwalking problem.The two of you walk back to camp, Charlotte guiding you back from whence the two of you came. Apparently, the way to the mine was at a fork earlier, in an out of the way area. It's very easy to miss unless you're able to see over the rock covering the secluded area.You have the nagging gut-feeling someone might be living in the mine, and discuss it with Charlotte on the way back. You aren't a fantasy buff or anything, but it's almost common knowledge that Dwarves and Elves are a thing. A mine would be the perfect place for the former to live."Bieri. I...I'm not sure what your talking about. I've never heard of a "Dwarf" before...At least the one's your describing."WHAT!? No way!The shocking news puts you into an absolute state of disbelief.The two of you head back to camp and clean up, packing your shit. Fortunately, Charlotte has warmed herself up already, prepping herself for the climbing you promised to do.This might be difficult, while you are confident in your strength, you haven't been rock-climbing in a long time. You might be a little rusty. The biggest issue will most certainly be your little helper. While she does provide the equipment necessary to set up a two-man belay, her stubby little arms and legs coupled with her pudginess will prove to make climbing much harder for her. Now is the time to pray that her animal qualities will help her out.You manage to set up the belay for the two of you over a relatively high cliff after securing yourselves. Here goes nothing.Roll to climb. Best of five.
Rolled 10 (1d100)>>2043213No dwarves? Interesting. What about elves?
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>>2043231>>2043258>>2043259I swear if the next roll is a 80+
Rolled 10 (1d100)>>2043213Yosh
>>2043213>>2043227>>2043231>>2043258>>2043259>>2043287>DC 65: Rolled 79 - We made pretty good time so far.You've made it up the next few cliffs in a decent amount of time. Charlotte is small and round, but thankfully she's a half decent climber. Even though she can handle it pretty well, you have to take one too many breaks. The girl would much rather be munching on something than climbing, that's for sure. Hopefully she gets into better shape and gains some endurance soon. She needs to be able to rely on herself more instead of you having to shoulder her tubby ass so she can be a credit to the team here.After climbing atop the last cliff, you take a quick break as you wait for Charlotte. Looking towards the sun, it seems to be a little bit after noon. Putting a hand over your eyes to shield them from the harsh light, you take in the awesome view high up over the ground.Looking around, not too far from here, there is a figure in the distance, a little farther from where you are, up the mountain and nearby to some kind of fairly tall, non-mountain structure. The silhouette of a person is clearly in the middle of something, and you want to go check it out. It doesn't seem threatening.From what I can tell, the silhouette is vaguely in the shape of...>A tall, lanky guy>A buff looking man>Short and scrawny, like a kid>It's more petite, maybe a woman?Should I investigate?>Yes>No, let's keep going. Sunlight is a-burning.____________________________________________________________________________________Sorry for the delay. I should be good to go now guys.
>>2043434>Short and scrawny, like a kidShould I investigate?>No, let's keep going. Sunlight is a-burningWhy i'm sundely thinking on "The Hills Have Eyes" movie?
Rolled 1 (1d4)>>2043434Gonna roll for the first choice because I like the randomness of the encounter. It's a little weird to be able to control such details in the narrative, at least to me. Don't get me wrong, it's a cool mechanic, and I'm interested to see what happens, but it isn't one I personally want to make a decision for, hence the rolling.>A tall, lanky guy: 1>A buff looking man: 2>Short and scrawny, like a kid: 3>It's more petite, maybe a woman: 4Otherwise:>Yes, let's check it out.
>>2043434>It's more petite, maybe a woman?>Yes
>>2043434>>A buff looking man
Rolled 1 (1d4)>>2043434let's let the dice decide>No, let's keep going. Sunlight is a-burning.we can check it out later
>>2043434>A tall, lanky guyWe have had party members of the other body types, might as well fill out the list.
Rolled 2 (1d4)>>2043481Doing the same>A tall, lanky guy: 1>A buff looking man: 2>Short and scrawny, like a kid: 3>It's more petite, maybe a woman: 4
>>2043434>A buff looking man>Yes
Rolled 1 (1d2)>>2043477>>2043481>>2043506>>2043512>>2043513>>2043517>>2043544>>2043665>A tall, lanky guy>A buff looking man>YesRollin.
>>2043434>>A buff looking manSay hi to the lumberjack>>Yes
>>2043683>>2043688>A buff looking man>YesVotes trump the dice gods, going with this.
>>2043700Phew. That was close. No wendigos here no sirree!
>>2043700>A buff looking man>YesOut in the distance, next to a tall, post like structure, there is a also a beefy-looking dude with thick arms standing there, looking over something in his hands. It's interesting, and taking a real break so you don't have to put up with Charlotte's ineptitude at stamina would be a good change of pace."Funyaa~"Speaking of the diminutive, fluffy devil. Charlotte finally catches up to you. She's panting and sweats a little bit from exerting her ungainly body up a sheer cliff face. You grab her from the edge and haul her up. Before she gets a chance to say anything, you unstrap her and yourself from your make-shift belaying equipment and head over to the stranger over yonder. Time to investigate."Let's go, Lottie.""O-okay Boss."The tired girl follows you unsteadily as the two of you follow the unpaved pathway to the top of the mountain.As you get closer to your target, you start to realize that the big, muscular man on the mountain is no ordinary muscular man. He looks like a bird, but also a man. A bird man? Another demi-human, perhaps?He is certainly a guy, but he also has white feathers, a beak for a mouth, and a very large pair of wings folded on his back. Thankfully, his appearance is not uncanny enough to be disturbing to look at, being half-man, half-bird. He has a big dufflebag-like sack hanging from his front, and papers in his hand. He has a nice looking red and white outfit on that allows him some freedom for his extra appendages.The post that you had seen earlier is like some kind of storage, with several boxes attached to the outside and all sorts of text and symbols on them. Is this some kind of mailbox or something?Charlotte stays quiet, though she acknowledges one of her partially-human kin is also here. She's usually quiet most of the time, letting you talk for her, but you are surprised she hasn't commented on the man-bird up here.As you approach, the bird guy is very aware of your presence, calls out to you. His voice has a serious tone to it. He seems to lack the same level of humor, but his physique reminds you of an even more swole demi-human lizardfolk."I wasn't expecting company all the way up here. Especially not from a human."He was quick to acknowledge your presence. Was he expecting you?>What are you, some kind of mailman?>How did you know we were coming?>And I wasn't expecting a bird dude out here.>Write In
>>2043753>Write In"But you were expecting someone? Who are you?
>>2043753>>And I wasn't expecting a bird dude out here.
>>2043753>>And I wasn't expecting a bird dude out here.Give him some bread if we have some
>>2043753>>2043766>>2043772>>2043779>Clever +1>And I wasn't expecting a bird dude out here."Hey Charlotte, do you have any bread on you? Or maybe some feed? Because I wasn't expecting a bird dude out here.""B-Boss!"Charlotte seems to be a little embarrassed after that joke. You can't tell if the bird guy found your quip funny or not, but he's not laughing."You no-wings are a rude bunch. We do all this hard delivery work day-in and day-out, and yet you still mock us. It's a miracle you humans are still alive after all this time."Hey! No one talks smack about me. Even if it's a generalized group that includes me in it!"Tch. You're gettin' paid for a living aren't you? I don't see the need to complain, delivery boy. I've never seen you any of you deliver mail until now anyways! You aren't slacking off are you?"The man is looking at you now, with his large, round yellow eyes. You think he's about to continue some banter, with the aggravated look on his face, but then it slacks up into mild curiosity."You haven't seen any of us?...You wouldn't happen to be one of those Silver Kingdom residents, would you? Tell me hotshot, where are you from?"He is a little bit incredulous . You remember Kauss saying something about the mail system in Prontia being different from the one everyone else uses. It seems the jurisdiction of the Silver Crown doesn't accept bird-men to do the deliveries.This is a complicated question to answer. What should you tell him about your place of origin? Dropping that you're from another realm completely straight up might be a little too heavy right now in situation.>[Honest] I'm from another world>I'm from a place called Japan, you've probably never heard of it>I was staying in Prontia not long ago, we just blew that popsicle stand>Write In
>>2043961>>[Honest] I'm from another worldBut we just came from Prontia
>>2043961>[Honest] I'm from another world>Its a long story and involves getting hit by a truck.
>>2043961>>I was staying in Prontia not long ago, we just blew that popsicle standbut>I'm from a place called Japan, you've probably never heard of it
>>2043961>>[Honest] I'm from another world>>Its a long story and involves getting hit by a truck.
>>2043961>>2043966>>2043970>>2043971>>2043978>[Honest] I'm from another world>Its a long story and involves getting hit by a truck.Your about to enlighten this fool on the fact that your from another goddamn world. The only thing is that, he doesn't seem to have any inclination to believe you, judging on first impressions. He seems to be vary wary of you on account of your own assholishness.Roll to be believable. Taking the first roll.
Rolled 50 (1d100)>>2044062
>>2044065Well... he probably believes we've sustained some sort of head injury.
>>2044093Or we're just being sarcastic
>>2044065Well i guess he believes we came from Prontia at least. Since we will bitch about Blackwell to him.
>>2044062>Honest +3>DC 50: Rolled 50 - Damn, well now I'm a lunatic."I'm not from around here. In fact I'm actually from another world. It's a long story involves getting hit by a truck."The bird man drops his serious look and proceeds to stare in bewilderment, unblinkingly so. Despite your best attempts to seem truthful, that's a little too much for him."Another world? A truck? I have no idea what in in Prontus' name you're talking about..."The bird man does his best to grab his things as quickly as possible. It seems you've made him uncomfortable. He wants out."Now I know you're crazy. Now it's time for me to leave. I don't have time for lunatics."He takes a parcel out from his bag and places it on one of the flat surfaces of the mail post he stands at. He makes sure to wave it towards Charlotte."Lady Marchette these are for you, since you so happen to conveniently be here. Please do everyone a favor and take your crazed human with you down from this mountain, before he hurts himself and others.""Um..Okay?"Charlotte is a little confused, not expecting to get any mail. You're getting kind of pissed off that this guy is lookin' down on you. Goddamn it birdman! It's time to tell him what's good. You don't get very far before you're cut off."Whoa, buddy did you just call me-"The bird-man proceeds to run off the top of the mountain before you can even say anything, and flex his mighty wings into the air. With a very big jump, he takes off into the air, far away as your anger starts to well up."GET BACK HERE YOU FEATHERY BASTARD!!"Like that, the bird-man is gone, leaving you cursing and shaking your fist into the sky. You have questions now, while Charlotte reads her mail near the post. She seems to be aware of these bird people.>Ask her about these bird demi-humans>Ask about why there's a kingdom that doesn't let them deliver mail>Try to sneak up on her an read her mail>Write In
>>2044207>>Ask her about these bird demi-humansFucking birdbrains
>>2044207>>"LADY Marchette these are for you."Mhmm, im sure this is a coincidence and not important at all.
>>2044207How did we fail? We met the DC.>Ask about why there's a kingdom that doesn't let them deliver mail
>>2044207>>Ask her about these bird demi-humans
>>2044207>>2044221>>2044357>>2044387>>2044405>Ask her about these bird demi-humans>Ask about why there's a kingdom that doesn't let them deliver mailNot taking your eyes off of the asshole who flew away, you ask Charlotte about his race."What was that guy anyways? He's not a demi-human I've seen before."Charlotte quickly puts her parcel away and answers your question as best she can."Those are the Roc. I don't have too much to say other than the fact that they've got the traits of birds and stuff. Oh! They also have really good eyesight and memory. And their home is an island that floats!"Before Charlotte can think of anything else to say, there is a loud grumbling that comes from her. Shaking your head, you continue to joke around."Do they see as well as you can eat?"________________________________________________________________________The two of you take a break while your here. Charlotte eats quite a bit, but makes sure to follow her diet without eating sweets and confections. She did in fact have bread on her. The two of you make some small talk.Apparently, those bird men deliver the mail all over the world except for one kingdom. You have to sign up to be able to receive mail, and they handle the rest. They're able to collectively remember the faces, names and locations of thousands of people and outposts to deliver everything from their flying island. The so-called Silver Kingdom refuses their service, in a recent development, apparently. Something with the decree of the crown. Interesting. It would seem that Charlotte already gets mail and you need to fill out the paperwork if you want deliveries. It doesn't matter to you either way, but it might be useful later. You wonder why the stupid birdbrain called Lottie "Lady" earlier. She's too much of a squirt to be called something so elegant. Especially when she's ramming food into her face and wagging her tail like an animal as she does so. Hmmm...After taking a lunch break, the two of you begin to continue trekking. Hopefully now that your hungry raccoon-dog girl has been fed, she'll be able to pick up the pace.Roll to continue through the mountains. Best of five.____________________________________________________________________________________________>>2044387Gotta exceed the DC, that's my rule, at least
Rolled 81 (1d100)>>2044471Nat 1 pls
Rolled 91 (1d100)
Rolled 45 (1d100)>>2044471
Rolled 90 (1d100)>>2044471Wooooooooo
Rolled 70 (1d100)>>2044471
>>2044471>>2044489>>2044490>>2044510>>2044512>>2044535>DC 65: Rolled 91 - C'mon Charlotte, I know you can do better than this...Grabbing the next rock, your are almost over yet another hump. You've climbed several today, but still there doesn't seem to be an end in sight. It's disappointing after doing so much work today. Securing the belay, you give Charlotte the guarantee that she'll be safe climbing up. The little girl proceeds to climb. It's much better than before, but it would be nice if she could be just a little faster. She's starting to come up now.Taking your attention away from the fuzzy muffin with legs, you look to the sky as it suddenly feels a little darker around you.Looking up to the sky you can tell it's about to rain really hard. The black clouds have rolled in, looking into the distance. They'll be here in another hour.I've gotta find a way to motivate this girl to keep "LOTTIE, YOU LITTLE TURD, HURRY UP BEFORE WE GET RAINED ON!!!!""Y-yes Boss!"She doesn't seem to be moving much faster. C'mon little girl, I know you can do better than this. I'm not ready to get caught in whatever the hell is coming down."LOTTIE, IF YOU DON'T GET YOUR ASS UP HERE RIGHT NOW, I'M GOING TO SPANK YOUR ASS!!!!!"You are surprised by Charlotte's outburst. You're almost proud of her for standing up for herself."Y-YOU ALWAYS WANNA S-SPANK ME!!!! IT'S. NOT. FAIR!!!!"She's starting to cry an blubber again as she clings to the rocks. Son of a bitch. You don't really want to spank her, but there's no other motivator for her that works so damned good. I guess it's fair to hear her out."THEN TELL ME WHAT YOU WANT INSTEAD. AND DON'T SAY "FEED ME" YOU LITTLE TUB OF LARD!!!!"The little demi-human stops crying long enough to figure out what she wants. It must be a tough decision for her while food is off the table."...I want...I want..."You gesture to her to let it out."RUB MY BELLY!"...Are you fucking serious? Are you a fucking dog!?>Nope, your getting spanked!>Fine you little weirdo. You better haul some serious ass though!>Write In
>>2044791>Fine you little weirdo. You better haul some serious ass though!Gotta make some concessions occasionally. We did get her blown up.
>>2044791>Fine you little weirdo. You better haul some serious ass though!
>>2044791>>Nope, your getting spanked!
>>2044791>>Fine you little weirdo. You better haul some serious ass though!
>>2044791>why not both?
>>2044791>>2044821>>2044830>>2044832>>2044835>Fine you little weirdo. You better haul some serious ass though!"NO WAY IN H-"Before you can complete the thought, you briefly consider the one time you weren't able to save Charlotte. It fills you with guilt. One belly rub won't make up for that, but it might ease your conscience just a little."FINE, YOU LITTLE WEIRDO!! YOU BETTER HAUL SOME SERIOUS ASS THOUGH!!""W-What? R-Really?"Even Charlotte is surprised you agreed. She really just throw that last suggestion out there. As soon as she gets over her state of pleasant surprise, she pulls a ton of resolve right out of her fat ass."IKU ZO!!!!"Mimicking one of your own foreign battle-cries, the girl begins to clamber up the wall as if she was a squirrel. She easily makes big leaps from one stone crevice to another, making it look very easy. Damn you Charlotte, I knew you were holding out on me. She can climb like a fucking rodent.It's only a few minutes before Charlotte makes it up the wall. She's still a little out of breath, but seems to be ready to continue, having gotten some momentum after you promised to give her an odd show of affection."I'm ready Bieri!"You've never seen her so confident before!The two of you cover a very large amount of the mountain range, before the dark clouds roll in. Charlotte as the lead belayer accelerates the process greatly now that she scurries up several cliffs without to much effort and no breaks. The little girl really wants that fucking belly rub. You hadn't thought you'd be able to make it towards the end of this range, but you can see the base of the mountain now. It's barren, but still quite the sight. The arid wasteland of the west is close now. You just need to descend the mountain.Oh and you need to find some shelter. It's not just raining, it's hailing. Hard. One of the hailstones that smacks into your back feels like a fucking baseball, and that shit hurts!"Bieri! over here!"Charlotte has shown her resourcefulness and the two of you slip into a crevice on the side one of the mountains that can guard from the hail. It's quite roomy. Plenty of space to camp out the storm. It doesn't seem to be letting up anytime soon, unfortunately. The two of you will probably have to settle here for now.Letting out a deep sigh of effort, you sit down cross-legged. You're pretty sore now from all that climbing. Charlotte, not missing any opportunities to harass you, plops her chunky butt into your lap once more. The action elicits an irritated grumble."Ready to rub my tummy now?"There is a hint of self satisfaction through her panting. You can't help but feel like she played you, after showing such proficiency minutes ago after getting you to do what she wanted. Letting your underling take advantage of you like this is not a good feeling.>Not until we get to town, you little sneak>Lets get it over with>How about I spank you for holding out on me like?>Write In
>>2045126>>How about I spank you for holding out on me like?
>>2045126>How about I spank you for holding out on me like?But>Lets get it over with
>>2045126>>How about I spank you for holding out on me like?>Seriously, where the hell'd that come from?! That was way too good for your complaining earlier.
>>2045136>Still give her the belly rub, but interrogate her about that sudden burst of skill. What the hell, man?
>>2045126>Lets get it over with>How about I spank you for holding out on me like?We did promise, but we need to show her that holding out on us for stupid reasons is stupid.
>>2045126>>How about I spank you for holding out on me like?>>Lets get it over with
>>2045126>>2045130>>2045134>>2045136>>2045186>>2045266>>2045304>How about I spank you for holding out on me like...?>Seriously, where the hell'd that come from?! That was way too good for your complaining earlier.>Lets get it over withThere is a moment of silence between the two of you. Charlotte is so pleased with herself, but that happiness turns into despair when she realizes her plump belly isn't being massaged."Uh-oh..."Charlotte attempts to scamper out of your lap as quickly as she can. Unfortunately, she's too tired to get away before you grab her by her tail."Eeeep!"Dragging her back to you, the little girl is already blubbering and tearing up."How about I spank you for holding out on me like I'm some kind of fucking idiot!?""N-n-no! It's not like that!"Ignoring her, you drag her back, but this time in the position she has become very afraid of. Once again, you hold her up by her round, ringed tail just enough that her butt is in the air, ready to get smacked."Seriously, what the hell Charlotte? What was with that burst of skill? That was far too good compared to the way you were complaining earlier!""I just*hic* I just wanted to be cool! You alwa-*sniffle*always save the day in the end. I wanna be like you!"I can't tell if she's being honest, or just trying to pull my heartstrings. Fuck. How do I handle this. She's like the little sister I never had or wanted. Sort of. Or maybe she's a little like my brother? In a way that is true. My brother's not completely hopeless though, thanks to my influence. "Look Lottie, do your best all the time, don't try to act cool to get my attention or whatever. Got it?""Y-yes Boss."After scolding her, you make good on your word and rub her tummy. It is incredibly supple and pleasant to the touch as you rub and scratch her belly like she was a dog. Her tears stop falling and she experiences euphoric joy as you touch her. She absolutely loves it. The attention to her midsection causes her to lay out and writhe, much like a puppy would having it's own belly rubbed. Happy noises come out of her as she coos with her eyes closed and a little drool coming out of her mouth, which sits between a pair of flush cheeks now. What a little freak she is! At least you've learned something about her: she likes her big belly rubbed. It suits her, considering how much she spoils it with food. Freaking fatty!It isn't long before your reluctant pampering causes the little girl to fall asleep. You end up having to set up camp yourself, and depositing your precious charge into the tent. Hope she doesn't mind not wearing her cute little pajamas to sleep tonight.It's time to take the first watch. This area is a little harder to get to, but you want to be sure none of these magical bullshit artists come out and kill you in your sleep. You can rest easy in your own room in an inn tomorrow.Roll to watch camp.
Rolled 65 (1d100)>>2045344
Rolled 39 (1d100)>>2045344
Rolled 80 (1d100)>>2045344
>>2045344>>2045348>>2045352>>2045372>Rolled 80: - Hey, I got something.Another boring night. Good thing Charlotte found this spot. It's secluded enough that there's nothing that can probably hurt us, especially in this brutal hail. It's also thundering and lightning outside quite violently, evidence this is no normal storm. Looking out into the sky reveals all sorts of strange colors hanging in the darkness, lighting up the sky like an aurora. It's quite pretty.Seriously though, the sound of the hail hitting the mountain is loud as fuck, almost as loud as the thunder!...wait a minute. This isn't hail anymore. There are most certainly rocks falling from the sky now. The sound is loud as shit!It's a goddamn meteor shower!Before you can finish contemplating the sky falling down, a large stray chunk heads right to your position at the entrance to the little cavern in which you reside. Leaping out of the way guarantees you don't get a concussion when the big stone smashes into the location you once were in. That was a close call. It digs into the ground slightly, having come in hot at a sharp angle. It has an odd glow to it, burning purple rather than red while heated up. Weird.You've never watched a meteor shower before, nor have you had the benefit of seeing a strange stone about half the size of a bowling ball almost hit you. After blowing on the meteor a bit, it cools down and becomes a shiny black color. Neat.>Obtained: MeteoriteThe meteors have ceased falling, but there is still a mighty storm brewing. This can't be natural. It might be best if you turned in for the night, to avoid getting hit by something else out there. That would be bad.Squeezing into the two man tent feels like a one men tent right about now. Fortunately, Charlotte is tucked in on the other side, giving you enough room to curl up next to her in your own cot. No late time cuddles for you missy.Roll to sleep.
Rolled 56 (1d100)>>2045403
Rolled 38 (1d100)>>2045403
Rolled 29 (1d100)>>2045403NIGHT NIGHT
Rolled 4 (1d100)>>2045403
Rolled 20 (1d100)>>2045403*Snoring Intensifies*
Rolled 29 (1d100)>>2045403Nat 1
Rolled 52 (1d100)
>>2045403>>2045405>>2045409>>2045432>>2045442>>2045457>>2045465>>2045486____________________________________________________________________________________The rumbling of my tummy wakes me up again. Ugh.This diet stuff sure is hard! At least I got Bieri to rub my tummy again. It was the best! He has such strong hands! I feel bad for tricking him into it though, but I was feeling lonely since he didn't want to sleep in the same tent and sleep in shifts. I just wanted him to think I was cool and useful!Turning around, I notice that Bieri is here! Oh my gosh! Did I miss my shift!? A quick check of my timepiece from my bag says otherwise. Phew! I can rest easy knowing he won't try to spank me again.Now that I think of it, it's raining pretty hard. I doubt anything will happen to us while we're off the ground this high.I'm halfway rolling over, and I feel an arm wrap around me. Oh gosh! I feel giddy now that his hands are squeezing around me again...Is he still asleep?His state of unconsciousness does nothing to stop this excited feeling I have when he holds me. I feel so warm and safe! Mmmm..After getting over my own tranquil comfort, I realize he's flipped over. No! Come back Bieri! I just want attention! I try to wrap my own arms around his strong, hard body. Pay attention to me Boss! I realize that I had made a huge mistake far too late._______________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________The sound of quiet sobbing wakes you from your slumber. You end up still in the tent, but not in your cot. Score! Sitting up from your weird position in the tent, you check on your little companion. Fuck, she is crying. I was hoping I was dreaming again."Lottie. You okay?""Noooooo..."Her voice trails off. It's nasally, like she's holding her face. She'll live, that much is for sure at least. It's impossible to see anything, because she's curled up in a ball on her side, facing away from you. Aww shit. I think I fucked up now."Turn around and let me see it."Charlotte slowly turns around and shows me what happened. Damn, that's a pretty good shiner. Shit, I'm so sorry little girl. I think I punched her in the eye. Thankfully, the dark coloring around her raccoon eyes hides the black eye I gave her pretty well.I end up getting guilt tripped into rubbing her tummy again until she stops blubbering and falls back to sleep. God damn it. I was so excited that I didn't leave the tent. Oh well. At least her stomach feels nice.___________________________________________________________________________________Sorry I was slow today guys. It was just one of those days again. Tomorrow should be better. I'll be back at 3:00PM EST to start again. Hope to see you all then.Need to get my shit together. Should have more art stuff finished tomorrow, if it meets my standard, at least.
>>2045492Thanks for running ohayo
Yo, Truck, just so you know, you fucked up the names for threads 5 and 5.1 in the archive. They don't show up when you search Delinquent Isekai
Make a fucking bat out of Meteorite or upgrade current bat, Seriously Meteorite is no joke and may be the difference between a legendary weapon and a normal bat.
>>2045492For some reason i had the mental image of Lottie waking up with us shuffling in our sleep and decided to rub our hair in a motherly fashion.Gonna see if a drawfag can get on this but no promises>>2045792I'll back this, but preferably have Charlotte appraise it first.
>>2045792Or make Meteorite baseballs?
>>2045792Meteorite Kanabo when?
>>2045492Just found this quest, gotta give you props for making me like essentially 100% of the characters, I'm really impressed. Probably my favorite quest ATM, Charlotte might as well be a giant sack of sugar for how sweet she makes all of this.
>>2045492That storm sure was something.The two of you have begun to head down the mountain after the hailing resided and you packed everything up. There is not too much farther to go to get to sea-level again, but there are all sorts of pocket-marks all over the place now. Potholes created by the meteor storm litter the mountain you tread down. It makes getting a foothold rather treacherous, after breaking apart much of the trail.It's not long after you're able to reach solid ground. Right now you stand in a dry, rocky plateau, overlooking the the sand towards your right and left. It's still quite early in the morning, after covering so much ground yesterday. Being ahead of schedule always feels good.Charlotte has given you her map so you can figure out where to go. Having estimated using the map, you've put yourself between two towns you had planned to venture to. One of them is much closer, and you were able to see it when coming down in the wasteland. It was deeper in the sandy wasteland. The other is further south from here. It's too far away to see right now. The way you took down the mountain has allowed you to chose between the two settlements in a way that you can reach either before the end of the day.Your little raccoon-girl is using her break to do her stretches and exercise. She's doing her best to impress you with her slightly improved form. Her left eye squints very slightly after swelling up, due to having elbowed her in the face the other night. You feel bad about it, and it bothers you that to have rolled over so much in your sleep. She seems to have gotten over it emotionally, and is all smiles when your eyes meet."Boss. I think we could go either way now. It might take all day to get to the town in the south, but I heard it's less gritty than the one to the north. Which way should we go?"They aren't big towns, so it shouldn't matter too much, but time is wasting. Getting to the northern town would be much faster.>Head North. I'm in a rush>Head South. I don't mind walking. It's a nice day out>Write In_________________________________________________________________________________________________Welcome back everyone. Let's get started.I'm glad I've been able to entertain you guys, but I still feel too inconsistent right now in some areas. Going to work hard on it this week to improve the experience.
>>2046280>>Head South. I don't mind walking. It's a nice day out
Slow day eh?>Head South. I don't mind walking. It's a nice day out
>>2046280>Head North. I'm in a rushFASTER
>>2046280>>Head South. I don't mind walking. It's a nice day outThose are always the best episodes
>>2046280>>2046301>>2046303>>2046317>>2046319>Head South. I don't mind walking. It's a nice day outThe sun is shining, the clouds are breaking up, and the sand is...er sandy. It's time to take a trip down south. Charlotte seems to want to go south anyways, seeing as it's apparently a little more quaint. Gotta make up for smashing in a little girl's face."Let's go south then, I'll get you a milkshake when we get there, or whatever you people drink around here.""Okay~"The girl grabs her big backpack and the two of you set out where you think you should head to. It's not long before the little girl starts to hold your hand on the way down.After quite a bit of walking the two of you see three ox-drawn carriages in the distance. There is a person driving each cart, and several people walking alongside it. Their forms flicker a bit from the strong sun, but you know you aren't crazy when your little helper pipes up."Hey look! Traders! I wonder if they'd do business if we stopped them..."Maybe I should stop them? You wouldn't think twice about ignoring them if you didn't have a master shopper and haggler holding your hand, which is kind of sweaty now. She might get a sweet deal on something useful.>Head over>Ignore them, I want to get to town TODAY>Write In
>>2046388>>Ignore them, I want to get to town TODAY
>>2046388>>2046396>>2046399>>2046406>>2046409>Head overAfter approaching the carriages with Charlotte, the people who had been surrounding the cargo are revealed to be mercenaries."YO, HOLD UP!"Your loud voice puts the guards protecting the carriages on edge. A man in dark clothes festooned with all sorts of knives and pouches stops you. Some of them even draw your weapons."State your business.""...Ehhhh?""Don't hesitate, or we will have quarrel with you."Wow, there was no hesitation to try to fight you. Even though it's just you and this chubby little girl trailing behind you. What's got them strung up? Is this what a mercenary job is like?>I want to do business>Calm down pal, I ain't going to hurt you>Can you tell me anything about where you're headed from?>Write In
>>2046511>>Calm down pal, I ain't going to hurt you
>>2046511>Calm down pal, I ain't going to hurt you
>>2046511AYO HOL UP*frown eyebrows*>Can you*tighten fists*>tell me anything*smack Charlotte's butt*>about where you're headed from?
>>2046511>Your traders, right? Just wanted to see what you might be selling.
>>2046511>>2046514>>2046516>>2046522>>2046524>>2046527>>2046529>Calm down pal, I ain't going to hurt youDamn bro, you need to chill. I'm just trying give you my money! Close up, the guy whose about to threaten you is shorter than you had initially thought. His build is lean, and he wears a covering over his mouth and head. It's like a turban to cover up from the sandy wind or something. Another similarly dressed man and a woman have come forward to provide back-up. You stand about a head over them. Not very scary guards."Calm down pal, I ain't going to hurt you. You're traders, right? Just wanted to see what you might be selling."It doesn't seem to stop the man from wanting to start a fight. You are not naturally inclined to be reassuring and not intimidating, but it seems your earnest face bought you enough time for Charlotte to help you out. The little girl breathes heavily after finally catching up to you on her thick little legs. She wraps her arms around your leg and hug you as hard as possible while the mercenary guy watches."We just came here to see if you were selling, mister"Her little enhancement to your inquiry seems to work. The guards are backing down a bit, before being interrupted by someone from within the carriage."Did someone say they were buying!?"A little elderly man comes out. Or at least he sounds elderly. He has rat-like face and two large ears. His fur is black. Oh shit, he is a rat! Another fucking demi-human. Where the fuck are they all coming from?His guards groan as he quickly gestures you to come over with a smirk that reveals his buck teeth. One of them is pure gold."Old, man, we've told you about a hundred times already, there are way too many highwaymen and raiders around to stop like this. To stop for anyone really.""Nonsense! You can't let opportunities slip away like that. Anyways, a man who escorts a little Tanukin girl can be all bad."Charlotte is taking a page out of his book and is rubbing her chubby cheek on your thigh as she holds you tight. Pushing the little opportunist off of you, the two of you pass by the guard, who has reluctantly let you pass by him.What are you looking for, stranger? I mostly trade produce with the town north of here, but I do have some other stuff lying about. We have some weapons if you're interested, or maybe some adventuring gear?"Thinking it over, maybe it would be good to get Charlotte more suitable means of attack. Perhaps she can contribute better to combat if she did so from a distance? You still need to train her in the ways of close quarters combat. Everyone should know how to do that much! Otherwise Charlotte should restock her own supplies and stay resourceful. And maybe ask if this rat-man has anything special for sale.>Got weapons?>Other stuff.>Do you have anything special on you? I'll buy it at a high price.
>>2046660>Other stuff.>Do you have anything special on you? I'll buy it at a high price.
>>2046660>>Got weapons?Something like club weapons, knuckleduster or chains?
>>2046660>>Got weapons?charlotte needs a gat
>>2046660>>Other stuff.>>Do you have anything special on you? I'll buy it at a high price.
>>2046660>Got weapons?>Do you have anything special on you? I'll buy it at a high price.
>>2046660>>2046670>>2046672>>2046674>>2046675>>2046677>>2046678>>2046725>Got weapons?>Do you have anything special on you? I'll buy it at a high price."Got weapons? Or maybe something special on you? I'll buy it at a high price."At the mention of buying at a high price, the old rat smiles wide, showing off his golden tooth once again.I a few items I'm willing to part with, but only one of them! I feel like I might be able to get a better price on them in Beaufore up north.He shows you several very interesting items.One is just a wishbone shaped stick. The demi-human says it can find the nearest source of water and will point the user towards it. Hmmm...sounds kind of familiar. It might be useful. Out west is a fucking desert wasteland.Another is a big, white quill. The merchant isn't sure how to use this, but apparently the wielder of this quill was an elf. He claims he saw the clouds themselves move when this instrument was being scrawled with. That's a bold ass claim. Was the owner some kind of motherfucking sorcerer? The owner must have dropped it.Last, but certainly not least, there is a firearm. It's small, maybe like a 22. sized rifle? It has no ammo and it's in very poor condition. He says this rifle in particular is a relic. However, all that aside, it's a gun. A. Fucking. Gun."All of these items are 3000 Gelt. I won't accept any lower."Well fuck. You aren't too sure about that. While you would have Charlotte pay for it, your a little afraid about showing how loaded she is to this motherfucker over here. Just look at the way he rubs his hands together! Having her help you haggle will be a better idea.Looking to Charlotte herself, you can tell she's not impressed with the prices at all. Her eyes are scanning the wares, and it seems the little hamster in her fuzzy head is working hard to make some good points about the shit on sale. If I buy something, you better work your magic, marshmallow girl!Other than that, the weapons are also available. They aren't that much to look at, being kind of primitive, relatively speaking. That and overpriced.>Spear: 400G>Bow: 400G>Sword: 400G>Axe: 400G>Tomahawk (x10) 200G>Big Knife 300G>Brass Knuckles 300GIt's notable that all of these weapons are sized down a bit. They would be more apt in the hands of everyone present, except for you of course. Except maybe the throwing weapons. Everything else might have to be resized or something, unless you want to look funny.How should we handle this one?>Give me that stick>How about that quill?>The gun>Show him the rock you found, see how he reacts>Write In
>>2046963>>Show him the rock you found, see how he reactsNothing interesting here
>>2046963>Big Knife 300GFor a holdout weapon.>And the quillBecause I got a hunch.>>Show him the rock you found, see how he reacts
>>2046963>>2046995Yeah, that sounds fine to me.
>>2046963>Brass Knuckles 300GWe need a small weapon we can hide on our person.
>>2046963>>2046973>>2046995>>2047026>>2047046>Big Knife 300G>And the quill>Show him the rock you found, see how he reactsThe quill seems like it doesn't belong to him, and he just happened to procure it, somehow. Additionally, a nice knife would make for a good concealed weapon for you to get out of a tight spot. But, first thing's first. It's time to show off this rock to get an estimate of how valuable it is.Fishing it out of Charlotte's bag, you present the dark stone to the rat man. The reaction is pretty good."That's!..."He immediately regains his composure, trying to keep a straight face. This confirms how rare this rock is."I'll give you one of these rare items for that rock. It would save me the trouble of grabbing one from The Rift myself. It can be dangerous on those mountains, afterall."What? Turning to Charlotte, you try to gauge how much she knows about this "Rift" he's talking about. She winces and makes the so-so gesture with a flattened hand. He's definitely trying to downplay the rock though. Interesting."Well here's the deal. I want that quill, and I want a one of your big knives. Okay?""That'll be 3300G. To sweeten the deal, I'll throw that knife in for free if I get that stone!"I'm not so sure about that, but it seems like you can get one of these rocks again if you go back to the mountains, if you really want another one. Other than that, you'll have to have Charlotte work her magic.>Pay with the rock>Have Charlotte help you haggle>Write In___________________________________________________________________Gelt: 3924
>>2047252>Have Charlotte help you haggle>You're not getting rock."Charlotte, this is your wheelhouse."
>>2047252>>Have Charlotte help you haggleNo rock for you Mr. Jew
>>2047252Well now I really wanna keep it. Clearly useful and we don't wanna have to go all the way to wherever to get another one once we know what it's for. First rule of rpgs is to not sell the unique/rare objects until you know everything they can be used for.Maybe offer to pay him for information on the rock though, since it'll be difficult to ask every other shopkeeper individually without someone trying to steal it.
>>2047252>>Have Charlotte help you haggle
>>2047252>>2047272>>2047274>>2047300>>2047316>Have Charlotte help you haggleBieri bumps my head. Oh! I guess he's ready to buy something! I think...I think he wants me to give him advice now. This Rodinian man sure seems unflinching in his exorbitantly price though. I hope I can make a difference!Roll to Charlotte. Best of three.
Rolled 56 (1d100)>>2047397Not today Jewman
Rolled 1 (1d100)>>2047397
>>2047404YOU BASTARDYOU'VE LET THE JEW WIN/pol/ HELP US
Rolled 11 (1d100)>>2047397>>2047404Crit fail for Charlotte
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Rolled 65 (1d100)>>2047397
>>2047404I just wanted to be useful. T_T
Rolled 54 (1d100)>>2047397Maybe we can save it!
>>2047404>Nat 1 a roll.>Someone always gets harmed.>Merchants are gonna shank our Potato
>>2047634It was a nat 1 by Charlotte though, so doesn't that mean she's going to end up hurting Billy?
>>2047639Point taken. No long is it Delinquent Isekai Quest. Now its Potato Merchant Quest.
>>2047403>>2047404>>2047409>>2047413>>2047428>>2047450>>2047461>>2047517>>2047625>>2047634>>2047639>>2047655>DC 75: Rolled 1 - HELP!"C'mon old man, that quill isn't useful to guys like you and me that can't use magic. There's no way to verify your claim that it can make the clouds move anyways. Lower your price by 1000G""I swear, I saw it with my own two eyes. The man got bored of writing in his book while near the forest on a sunny day. The very heavens obeyed his scrawling into the air! It's certainly worth something!"I do my best to help Bieri talk down the price. He has to keep bending down so I can whisper in his ear."And what's with her? Is she...helping you barter... WAIT A MINUTE! I know you from somewhere..."He's talking about me. Oh no. I can't let a creepy guy like him know my name! That's bad. He might actually know who I am!"My name is Lottie! Just Lottie!"I grip Bieri's leg as hard as I can. The old man looks at me dumbfounded for a moment and then apologizes. Maybe he got the wrong idea!"Oh, Terribly sorry miss. You looked like a daughter of a very wealthy merchant. A Tanukin family down south of here. They all have an outstanding acumen for trade. Have you heard of them? I believe they're from LaFra? The Marchette family of course!"Oh gosh. He's totally onto me! How did he know! I have to really lay low. This is why I went to Prontia in the first place!"What the hell are you on about old man?"My precious Bieri is trying to change the subj...Uh oh, he's giving me that look again! I should have told him when we first left! I should have shown him my mail. Oh scat. Now he's going to spank me again!As Charlotte freaks out her fluffy ears pick up a distinctive sound. It's the sound of hooves approaching. The other demi-humans hear it coming too. They've already drawn their weapons again."You, human! was this your doing? Talk before we have to kill you!""What the fuck man? I didn't do shit. Do you want to throw down? Bastard!"Their squabbling distracts them from the true threat. There is a big dust cloud in the distance. Are those?"Shit! RAIDERS"I detect someone with my nose, all of a sudden. There was a funky smell in the air, but I only realized now it was someone there!"Bieri lo-!"I get pushed down to the ground as Bieri turns to face his attacker. He swings with that club of his and misses the nimble opponent. Oh my gosh! He just got stabbed in the side. He ignores the pain and swipes again, glancing the head of his long-necked foe.I try to scream, but nothing comes out of my mouth! Someone has their hands on me! Get off!It's a Lizardfolk! We're under attack by Lizardfolk!"RETREAT!!!!"Those swords for hire attempt to hold off the attackers, but there are a lot of them coming in on horses! We're sitting ducks! Help! I'm being dragged away! The villain pulling me is excited."Tah think, we'd have a big fat ransom just walk into our hands! Ahyuk!">Cont.
>>2048219I'm already crying. What's going to happen to me! are they really going to kidnap me! What if they do something worse! Bieri! Save us! Everything becomes silent as the man who has me in his clutches wraps his arms around my neck. I feel faint. He's choking me out!Surely enough, a thump sound rings out in the hot, empty desert, and I'm in Bieri's arms.He shakes me and yells in my face. He's totally confused!There is an loud cracking sound that scares me back to my senses. Bieri drops me and goes down. Everything is happening so fast. What's going on! There are horsemen everywhere right now! They dart between all of us, swinging chains, blades, and they even have guns! This is bad!There is a tight feeling around my tummy. Before I know it, I'm back on the ground again. Ouch that hurt! looking around me, I've been tied up! All of a sudden, I'm being dragged across the rough sand. It hurts the exposed skin on my arms and thighs a lot and gets in my mouth. They're dragging me away by horse! There's a big rock coming up in the path I'm heading. All I can do is brace myself for the oncoming obstacle..."HEEEELP!!!!!!!"__________________________________________________________________________________________________...You can feel your skin burning as you come to, pain engulfing your entire body. It feels like you were trampled by a stampede or something. Death is nearby. Something is circling you in the burning sunlight.Trying to get up, your body doesn't seem to respond. You can feel yourself bleeding out right now. This is bad. If you don't do something now, you'll most certainly die. What the hell happened? You were just about to get a decent deal when all of a sudden...Oh yeah, you were attacked by raiders."Fuck..."I can feel blood pooling on my side and in my stomach. I need to get up.Roll to get up. Best of seven.I really didn't know what to do at first, had to make the plot thicken appropriately somehow.
Rolled 34 (1d100)>>2048306
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>>2048306We can do it!
Rolled 15 (1d100)>>2048334We can do it!*forgot to rolll...
Rolled 69 (1d100)>>2048306Can we also look around to see if any of the merchant crew made it?
Rolled 43 (1d100)>>2048306The rage mounts. We are missing a potato.
Rolled 56 (1d100)>>2048306
>>2048306>>2048314>>2048319>>2048333>>2048334>>2048342>>2048344>>2048354>>2048401DC 60: Rolled 69 - I'm not dead yet.I feel like shit, but that hasn't stopped me before.Checking yourself, you're already caked in blood. It's surprising you haven't passed out yet. You are certainly getting there though. There a stab wound on you left side, and you've been stomped on in several places, including your torso and a glancing hoof to the head. Worst of all, you've been shot in the stomach. It's not extremely high caliber, but it's still a gunshot wound.Tripping over yourself, you manage to stand up. Your ability to move is shaky at best, but you have to get to safety and get some medical attention. Right now.Looking around, one of the carriages that had been here was overturned, and broken apart. The others must have gotten away. There are a few bodies of the mercenaries that were left here. They left them completely divested of equipment, just clothes. Realizing you've also been robbed, New York no Shinbatsu, you're trusty bat, is now gone as well....You can't find Charlotte anywhere. Where is she? It' hard to remember what happened, after taking serious trauma to the dome. For all you know, she might have been taken."SHI'NE!"Catching yourself from falling again, you realize you don't have much longer before you join the mercenaries among the dead, as their hot stink fills the painfully dry air. This heat will kill you for sure if you don't FUCKING MOVE!What the hell do I do? Those fucking pieces of shit took everything from me!>Head north, It's closer>Head south. They aren't in the wasteland>The forest, I can at least get out of the sun>Write In
>>2048444>>Head north, It's closer
>>2048444>>Head south. They aren't in the wasteland
>>2048444>>The forest, I can at least get out of the sunAnd search for Shinbatsu.
>>2048444>>Head south. They aren't in the wastelandWe must get the help of Charlotte rich parentsWith jews, you loose
>>2048444>>2048447>>2048450>>2048514>>2048559>>2048590>Head north. It's closerManaging to haul my sorry ass up, I start heading back from whence I came, kicking myself for getting surprised like that.Thinking back. I have the distinct memory of Charlotte being kidnapped before I had the shit knocked out of me. To think, such an awful occurrence would happen from just trying to barter. They were following us for sure, How could I not see them!This is the second time I've failed to protect Charlotte. I'm ashamed to have made that promise to her. Trying to cup my injuries is not working well. Blood mixes with the sand as I continue to haul myself forward. It's getting really difficult to keep trudging on.To think, these bastards would take my pride and joy, Shinbatsu, everything on my person, including that stone I found, and most of all, the one thing I swore to protect.Slowly but surely, I'm losing steam. It's getting to me, this heat. Trying hard to keep moving, despair sets in. Was I a fool to think I could come this far almost completely on my own? Charlotte has helped, but when the going got rough, neither of us were prepared to deal with what this world threw at us. I need more allies. In spite of proving myself again and again, I'm still not strong enough.God damn it Charlotte, why didn't you tell me you were some kind of VIP? No wonder that girl has a ton of money to throw around. Apparently her family is rich. What would drive a gluttonous girl like that to abandon her rich family and live the crappy life of an adventurer anyways?The pain in your side numbs the feelings in your legs, your head feels fuzzy and you fall for the first time into the hot sand. The burning sand hitting you right in the face causes you to yell in frustration. You still can't even see the town you're heading to yet. Is this the end for you?Will I ever see my brother again?____________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________Really sorry for not being able to post consistently. Life got me again. I have to try to make up for lost time, so I'll be back at 12:00PM EST. Gonna try to get shit done tomorrow. Have faith in Truck-Kun guys. Thanks and see you again soon.
>>2048611I have faith in you T-kun
>>2048611I appreciate you, truck-kun
>>2048611Do we know it was lizardfolk that attacked us? Or was it only Charlotte that saw it?
>>2048611>Life got me againNo problem m8
>>2048611>>2048613>>2048622>>2048723>>2048904The world seems to stand still for a bit as I try to stay awake. Thoughts run through my mind as everything starts to fade away.Why in the fuck is this happening to me? A bunch of demi-humans came and ruined fucking everything. We could have been chilling in a fucking inn or something by now......No. Now is not the time to think about what could have been. I have to get back at the people who wronged me. Those cowardly bastards ambushed the wrong fucking person! If they think they can stop me from getting back home, they have another thing coming.>[Manly]Grow some balls and overcome this!>[Fightn' Spirit] Get mad>[Honest] Remember your promise>Write In
>>2049160>>[Fightn' Spirit] Get mad
>>2049160>>[Honest] Remember your promise
>>2049160>[Fightn' Spirit] Get madRage sustains us.
>>2049160>[Manly]Grow some balls and overcome this!
>>2049160>[Honest] Remember your promiseWe haven't picked that trait in a while.
>>2049160>>2049167>>2049180>>2049182>>2049187>>2049195>>2049198>[Honest] Remember your promiseUnder the oath that you made to help and protect Charlotte, you try to find the resolve to go on.Roll to get up. Best of five.
Rolled 59 (1d100)>>2049218
Rolled 21 (1d100)>>2049218
Rolled 6 (1d100)>>2049218
Rolled 52 (1d100)>>2049218
Should have picked rage desu
Rolled 69 (1d100)>>2049218
>>2049314hopefully this is enough.
Rolled 30 (1d100)>>2049218
>>2049218>>2049224>>2049244>>2049261>>2049265>>2049271>>2049314>Honest 32>DC 68: Rolled 69 - I'm coming Charlotte!>Honest +3Trying to muster all your strength into your limbs, you pull yourself up onto your hands and knees. You would do well to remember your promise to Charlotte. When she said "I wanna be strong like you!" She was serious. She's been putting quite a lot of effort to change her ways from the frightened and weak little girl that everyone sees her as. With your guidance of course.Testing the limits of your resolve, you are able to crawl, burning your hands on the hot sand as it whips into your face from the wind. It reminds you very much of your relationship with your beloved brother. All in your power was done to shape him into a good man. To prevent him from becoming a maladjusted youth like yourself. Doting on him was one of, if not the only truly selfless thing you've ever done.The blood spurting from your wounds is ignored as you slowly rise to your feet. There is a clarity now as the lightheadedness slowly, but surely subsides. You can walk now.Come to think of it, even though the circumstances are quite different, Charlotte is probably the only girl that has ever had the courage to approach and confide in you the way she did. You've never been socially awkward, always commanding respect from your peers, but such a strong-will has come at a price: the fairer sex has always been afraid of you an actively avoided you. That counts for something!Your whole body feels like it's on fire as adrenaline and honor allow you to push far past your limits. The mettle you've work up has allowed you to break into a steady run, able to power through all the injuries you've suffered. This is true resolve!"ORE GA MAMAROU!!!!"The town is in sight. There's just a little more to go now, but I'm running on fumes. I gotta get over there and get help.Roll to keep going. Best of five again.
Rolled 98 (1d100)>>2049512The Ogre cannot be stopped.
Rolled 97 (1d100)>>2049512
Not gonna risk the nat 1
Rolled 77 (1d100)>>2049512Risking it
>>2049512>>2049520>>2049524>>2049602>DC 65: Rolled 98 - I'm getting excited now.When you think back on this moment at a later time, you'll probably wonder what the hell is wrong with you. It had to be the heat getting to you.The prospect of getting revenge all of a sudden causes an inexplicable giddyness. Sure, you're mad as hell now that a couple of no-good raiders took your charge and your favorite bludgeon, but that just gives you the opportunity to let loose on the fuckers who thought the could pull one over your eyes. All the thoughts of what you're going to do to them gives you tremendous energy, and causes a wicked smile to twist your face. Your heartbeat is like an engine right now, beating at this speed."I'm gonna kill those guys. Hah! Their all dead!"Before you even realize it, you've made it into town. What the fuck is this?There little shantytown is much like a caricature of one the old west back at home. You feel like you've walked onto the set of some kind of cowboy drama or something. The place is run down and sun blasted to the extreme. Everything looks like an ugly tan-ish brown, like some of those ugly new video games that have turned up the bloom effect to fucking eleven. And where the fuck is everyone?There's no time to waste, I need medical attention right now. Nobody's around in this ghost town, of fucking course. I need to rest and figure out where those bandit shitheads went so I can get my stuff back.There's not much around the main street. You can barely read any of the signs from here, if there even is a place to get treatment. Is there enough time to look around? The only obvious building here is the damned saloon. Come to think of it, your mouth is cracked with dryness. Having a drink would be nice before you succumb to your injuries in this old western town.I don't know how long I can keep going, I'm on borrowed time.>[Intimidate]Things will get loud now>Look for a medic>Look for that caravan that ditch you>Barge into the saloon>Write In
>>2049675>[Intimidate]Things will get loud now>Look for a medic
>>2049675>>[Intimidate]Things will get loud now
>>2049675>[Intimidate]Things will get loud now
>>2049675>>2049703>>2049710>>2049761>[Intimidate]Things will get loud now"Anybody out there! I can use some help here!"...Of course. It's fucking nothing. Blood drips from my wounds to the ground. I don't have time for this bullshit. Slouching my shoulders and get comfortable, I take a deep breath. Things will get loud now.Roll to scare the shit out of them. Best of seven.
Rolled 22 (1d100)>>2049800"THAT WASN'T A GODDAMN REQUEST!"
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Rolled 99 (1d100)>>2049800I can't find my noise marines goddammit
Rolled 89 (1d100)>>2049800We've got this, by why not?
>>2049837AYYY found one.
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>>2049837>>2049850Really niceSLAANESH SINGS TO US
Rolled 26 (1d100)>>2049800
>>2049800>>2049802>>2049816>>2049837>>2049847>>2049853>>2049855>DC 75: Rolled 99 - Get your shit together. Jesus Christ!Taking a second to take in the silence, you realize you need these residents out now. You're growing paler by the minute, much like what had happened to you when you first got to Prontia with a banged up head. You fuckers better come help me."HOOOOOORRRRRRAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"You can hear the sound of movement throughout the housing nearby in the main street, along with your voice echoing down the tunnel made by them. Oh look, there are people here then. As you were saying..."THAT WASN'T A GODDAMN REQUEST!!!!!!"There is a chattering, and funnily enough a couple of girly screams coming from inside the buildings nearby."There's a monster outside!""We're all gonna die!""AAAAAH!!!!"All of a sudden, the residents begin poring out of their holes, kicking and screaming. Your shouting has thrown them into a panic!All of the residents are demi-humans! they are a mixture of rodents, lizardfolk and a few bird people. Shit is being knocked over and people are falling over as the animal people continue to freak out after getting yelled at. Goddammit! A bunch of fucking cowards you are! Now I'm really mad!"SHUT. THE FUCK. UP!!!!!!!!!"All these idiots stop flipping the fuck out and look at you as if you were playing freeze tag. They're a gibbering mess. It's time to put your foot down. You completely forget about your state of horrific injury now that you have their attention, it's still silent."I ask you bastards for help, and you just ignore me like this! You oughtta be ashamed of yourselves. Look at me, I'm fucking bleeding out here! What in the hell has you so fucking scared anyways! Do I look like some kind of bogeyman to you! Seriously you people need to f-..."Your ranting about the lack of hospitality seems to change the fear in their hearts to confusion as you ramble on in your aggravated state, while still a bloody mess. Now you just have them looking a little embarrassed for themselves because they lost their shit after a single man yelled at them really loud."And another thing......Uoohh!"Everything goes black as your consciousness slips away. Uh-oh._____________________________________________________________________________________________________Waking up in cold sweat, you seem to be in some kind of infirmary. Attempting to sit up is impossible, as all the pain you had been ignoring now catches up with you. Shit man. So this is what it's like to have gotten shot?"He's awake, Doc!""He's alive!? I didn't think he'd be waking up so soon, if not ever. I didn't think a human would be able to survive such grievous wounds. Remarkable.">Cont.
>>2050124There are two other men in the room with you. One sits at a desk, draped in a bloody smock with a pair of gloves. He has a tapered face, much like a rodent, but not as exaggerated as the rat man you had seen earlier. The other one is far less human, his overall shape is more like that of a big, overstuffed teddy-bear. His animal features are very familiar, with fluffy ears, and a round ringed tail. His body is furry and round to the extreme, and it surprises you that he's able to fit himself in the chair he sits in at your bedside with his corpulence. He's starting to talk again."Excuse me, sir. I'm sorry about earlier, but if you have a complaint, you should head to my office next time first before you shout loud enough to wake the dead. It's not good to disturb the peace like that."He seems to be the person...beast...man in charge here. I guess while your here it might be a good time to figure out what the fuck is going on.>[Manly] Get up>Who are you?>This is Beaufore, right?>What the hell happened to me?>There's no time for this, my friend was kidnapped. Thow me a bone here!>Write In
>>2050129>>[Manly] Get upThank you doctor Shekelstein
>>2050124>looking a little embarrassed for themselves because they lost their shit after a single man yelled at them really loudTo be fair, we're pretty dang scary.>>2050129>[Manly] Get up>This is Beaufore, right?>There's no time for this, my friend was kidnapped. Thow me a bone here!Nobody steals my underling and gets away with it.
>>2050129>[Manly] Get up>There's no time for this, my friend was kidnapped.
>>2050129>>[Manly] Get up>>There's no time for this, my friend was kidnapped. Thow me a bone here!
>>2050134>>2050136>>2050137>>2050163>>2050172Billy's not very good at this whole "Stay in bed you've been critically injured" thing.
>>2050203Billy is the "I ain't got time to bleed" kind of guy.
>>2050129>>2050134>>2050136>>2050137>>2050163>>2050172>>2050203>[Manly] Get up>There's no time for this, my friend was kidnapped. Thow me a bone here!You just can't sit still while Charlotte is still missing in action. To be fair, this might be hard, you've been stabbed, shot, and trampled by horses.Roll to get up. Best of five.
Rolled 4 (1d100)>>2050237ORAAAAA
Rolled 19 (1d100)>>2050237Gotta save Lottie from those damn bandit bastards
Rolled 33 (1d100)>>2050237Let's see if I'm lucky again.
Rolled 25 (1d100)>>2050237Get up
Rolled 36 (1d100)>>2050237
I don't think we've ever successfully gotten out of a hospital bed.
>>2050267I think you're right, must be the trade-off for such strength and resilience.
>>2050237>>2050241>>2050243>>2050245>>2050255>>2050257DC 75: Rolled 36 - FUCK!"Look, buddy, I don't have time for this. My friends was just kidnapped by a bunch of no-good dirty bandit pieces of shit. If you'll excuse me now, I have to find them and kill them.""Don-"To late, stuffed animal man. I'm getting the fuck out of here. That's what I told myself before I took one step out of bed, saw my life flash before my eyes and flopped over, face speeding towards wooden floor. Shit!The round one moves quickly, for such a portly fellow, and manages to break your fall with his big, round, fur-coated belly. Putting you in a bearhug, he restrains you."Are you out of your goddamned mind!? Doc!""Yeah, I'm on it."There is a prick into your arm before you are thrown back into the bed you had been resting in. Trying to get back up is now impossible. Your head feels warm now. Did they just sedate me?Falling into a dreamless sleep, the last thing you see is the mouse man and the big round demi-human as your eyelids grow heavy.__________________________________________________________________________________________A strong light from a fixture above you hits you right in the eyes and ends up waking you. You're still in a bed, but looking about reveals you're in a different room. There is a table with medical instruments nearby. Trying to move your arms is difficult, you've been restrained. Not only that, but your wounds have opened up. You can tell from the bleeding through your bandages. Damn it, I was hoping I'd be out of here by now.Footsteps alert you to someone coming. The mouse-like doctor approaches now, putting on a new, fresh pair of gloves."Awake already?" That tranquilizer lasted much shorter than I though it would."He seems to be prepping to heal you or something. Now is the time to ask about what the hell is going on.>Say nothing, You're kind of peeved about being tranq'd like an animal, especially by an animal man.>Explain what's going on, maybe he can give you information? Especially on the bandits>Ask about him and his friend>Write In
>>2050424>Explain what's going on, maybe he can give you information? Especially on the bandits
>>2050424>>Explain what's going on, maybe he can give you information? Especially on the bandits
>>2050424>Explain what's going on, maybe he can give you information? Especially on the bandits"Listen Doc, it's like this: I was attacked on the path to the town to the south while making the trip do - Hurk!"The pain in your stomach flares up as the mouse-doctor jams a pair of long, thin tongs into your bullet wound. Holy shit does that hurt. It causes you to pull hard on the restraints, to the point that they feel a little looser. The doctor fishes out what seems to be a portion of the bullet they shot you with. It's not a big round, thank god. He notices you looking at him with dissatisfaction as he puts the shard of bullet into a sterile metal plate."Don't mind me, please, continue. By all means."Talk about having no bedside manner. Fuck!You give him the skinny on what the fuck is up, and ask about the bandits that attacked you. It's difficult to explain, not because it's complicated, but because he keeps pulling bullet out of you and then stitches up your knife wound. That shit hurts!"So you're essentially saying that you had been traveling around with a Tanukin girl, who was secretly a merchant princess, who then got kidnapped by bandits while you were heading south to the town of Haven?""Pretty much."Your response is strained as the medic finishes stitching your wounds. Once he cleans off his equipment and undoes your restraints, he sits back down to give you some not-so-helpful advice."Well, If I were you, I would give up. Your friend was just kidnapped by the meanest bunch of brigands this side of the Duvali mountains. We call them The Rattlesnakes...""...Not fucking happening, doc..."He sighs, expecting you to be this stubborn even after his fair warning."...But if you insist on learning the whereabouts of their base of operations, look no further than the Beaufore Saloon. Only the scummiest of outlaws drink there. It's too bad really. Takes away business from the law abiding folks around here too scared to share a room with some of the dirtiest men in this wasteland we call home. By the way, before I forget, the Mayor wishes to see you."He also remembers to mention that the Caravan that was attacked did in fact make it here as well. They're not too far from this infirmary, apparently. Might not be a bad idea to ask them for answers.Finally, you are informed that if you're looking for some help, you're better off going down south to Haven for hired hands. They have a small guild establishment down there, apparently. Everyone here doesn't seem to be of help, apparently, being over their heads themselves.Rubbing your wrists, you get up unsteadily. It might be a good idea to take it easy for a little while to let everything heal a little bit. Where to next?>The Saloon>The Caravan>The Mayor's office>South. To Haven>Write In
>>2050783>The SaloonPotato first.
>>2050783>The SaloonChannel our inner drunk detective, and then proceed to rampage in the enemies general direction.
>>2050783>>The Saloon>Write-inAnd try to find our goddangit weapon.
>>2050887Taking our potato was bad enough.We need to get something to use as a weapon
>>2050783>>2050799>>2050804>>2050814>>2050887>The SaloonThrowing caution to the wind, you decide to head to the saloon in the center of town. Maybe I'll find some of those bandits to beat the shit out of?Getting your outer clothes back on over your injuries, you proceed to head down the street and through the double doors of the saloon. You are surprised with how packed it is. The piano is being played on the far left side of the room only partially drowns out the sounds of chatter and laughter. There are plenty of patrons around here of mixed race, but they are all demi-humans. Only a couple of spots stand out in the bar to you that might be relevant.There's a table to the right of the room that has an especially jovial and drunk group of mouse-men and lizardfolk. A trait you've noticed amongst the lizardmen in this region different from those in Prontia are slightly slimmer bodies, and long, almost serpentine necks with smaller jaws. Interesting.There is a group of dudes chilling out near the piano-man and giving him tips and what not. They change the song again not long after you walk in, like feeding a jukebox too much. They have a different style of dress than everybody else here. The song is a well played, but bawdy tune.Finally, the bar is empty, save for single customer, who sits alone, covered with a heavy cloak. All alone except for the rather large rifle right next to them.Where to first?>Near the Piano>By the drunkards>At the bar>Write In
>>2050930>By the drunkardsHighest chance of bragging kidnappers. And our new cannon ball contestants.
>>2050930>>By the drunkards
>>2050930>By the drunkards
>>2050930>>2050938>>2050948>>2050951>>2050962>By the drunkardshttps://www.youtube.com/watch?v=K8HWqocyKsQCracking your neck, you proceed to the right side of the room, with the bunch of drunkards. One snakelike lizardman seems to be dominating the conversation. Everybody over there is laughing and having a good time. You sit down about a table away, glaring at the two patrons sitting there and getting them to move. Good, it looks like you were able to establish a presence around here.After sitting down for a couple of minutes, you realize there is a huge problem. You can't hear for shit! If you really want to learn about what the hell their talking about, you'll have to either go right to their table, or have the piano guy lower his volume or some shit. Either that or try to channel your inner Charlotte right now, with those perceptive, fluffy animal ears.>Get the piano guy to bring it down a peg>Go right up to their table and shmooze in for a hot minute>On second thought, maybe going to the bar will be a better idea>Try to hear them over the music>Write In
>>2051041>>Try to hear them over the music
>>2051041Try to hear over the music. Achieve zen.
>>2051041>Try to hear them over the music
>>2051041>>2051050>>2051059>>2051104>Try to hear them over the musicThis isn't going to be easy, since you have inferior, not-fluffy human ears.Roll to Charlotte as Billy. Best of three.
Rolled 47 (1d100)>>2051115WWCD, Billy. What Would Charlotte Do?
Rolled 14 (1d100)>>2051115Give me strength
Rolled 27 (1d100)>>2051115>NB4 nat one gets us kidnapped by the same people who took Charlotte for some reason.
Rolled 29 (1d100)>>2051115
>>2051118>>2051124>>2051127Well at least the song is catchy.
>>2051115>>2051118>>2051124>>2051127>DC 75: Rolled 47 - Still can't hear shitDamn, trying to hear over this racket is impossible for you. Fortunately, they haven't noticed that you've been trying to eavesdrop on them for the past few minutes as you lean in towards them. They might've called you out on it otherwise.Now that you failed to understand them over the otherwise catchy music, you have about the same options you had before you tried to do this.>Get the piano guy to bring it down a peg>Go right up to their table and schmooze in for a hot minute>On second thought, maybe going to the bar will be a better idea>Write In
>>2051240>On second thought, maybe going to the bar will be a better ideaLet's try something else for now.
>>2051240>>On second thought, maybe going to the bar will be a better idea
>>2051240>On second thought, maybe going to the bar will be a good ideaI have a hunch that the dude in the cloak may be Kauss's son
>>2051240>>2051244>>2051247>On second thought, maybe going to the bar will be a better ideaI'm not sure I'm ready to start a barfight right now. I'm still hurting from being shot and stabbed earlier. I shouldn't push myself to hard or else I really might kick the bucket, against my strong urge to wring one of those lizardfolk's gangly necks until it looks like a piece of licorice somebody sat on.Walking up the the bar I sit about a seat away from the guy with the big gun and the hood. I'd rather not get shot again, especially through a barrel of that circumference.Their features are obscured, but it looks vaguely human. The beastly looks of a demi-human would be more prominent. Currently, the only customer at the bar is looking over a map. It seems they're traveling somewhere right now, marking off areas with circles and Xs. It's all around this area at the edge of the wasteland, mountains and forest. They haven't acknowledged your presence yet, which is not a bad thing. You notice they've ingested quite a few mugs of whatever they've been drinking.This person might know something, but There's a reason they sit alone right now, probably. Better be smooth about this. I would order a drink, but I don't have any money!The bartender is a little different from the other demi-humans you've seen. He has a bit of an effeminate face, with triangular ears atop his head, big, slitted eyes, in additions to a wiry build. I wonder what he is?>[Intimidate]Order a drink anyways>[Honest] Promise to pay him back if he gives you a drink>Just talk to the hooded person>[Clever] Ask the bartender a few questions about the area>Write In
>>2051377>[Clever] Ask the bartender a few questions about the area
>>2051377>>[Clever] Ask the bartender a few questions about the area
>>2051377>>2051384>>2051388>>2051389>[Clever] Ask the bartender a few questions about the area"Yo bartender, you got a second?""If you're about to purchase a drink, then yes."Shit. Hold on, maybe if I say something interesting, it won't matter that this guy is being fussy with his time. I wonder what the right words are, though?Roll to be clever. Best of five.
Rolled 18 (1d100)>>2051408come on bieri, be CLEVER AS FUCK
Rolled 100 (1d100)>>2051408We need our A game.
Rolled 67 (1d100)>>2051408Dumdum
>>2051423A GAME GET
>>2051423That's some shonkey business roight there.
>>2051423O fug here's the s-game.Give us shinbatsu dicegods
>>2051423Fuck A game, EX game time
>>2051408>>2051411>>2051423>>2051424>>2051427>Clever 39>DC 61: Rolled 100 - I am so fucking smart.The fuzziness from getting clocked in the head by hooves has been lifted somewhat as you have a fucking epiphany. It's all so obvious, how did I not see this before! But first, let's ask a couple of questions that might pique this dude's interest."Hey buddy, I'm new around here, I'm just confused is all. I want to know about how you guys are able to live out here in this desert area without croaking? I saw a caravan coming in from Haven, and they said they were transporting produce and such. From that forest right? Do you know who does that job? It's surprising a forest like that is alive and well being around these brutal conditions..."You dart your eyes to your left really quickly. It doesn't seem like you got any response out of your friend, for the most part. Not only does it not pique the gunner's interest, but the bartender also ignores you. Just gotta keep pushing..."...I'm sorry, is that common knowledge or something? How about that ridiculous Rift bullshit? I'm pretty sure I got caught in some kind of activity involving that when me and my traveling companion had to avoid getting pelted by purple-glowing stone hail. Not only that, but the sky was changing some crazy-ass colors. How about that shit? That doesn't seem so common. Not to mention that fancy ass quill the caravan owner had on him. Would you believe that fucker said it could move the clouds? Ehhhh?You here the seat one chair away squeak. Yeah, that's the shit, after going out on a limb right there. The bartender is getting impatient with you though now."Listen, "Buddy" I'm not about to waste my valuable time catering to your ignorant questions, either pay something or get ou-"There is a slam on the table. The stranger at the bar has re-positioned themselves right next to you. Their hand has been slammed between you and the bartender on the counter."Wha-""Just shut up and get the man a fucking drink. Put it on my tab."Oh shit, it's a girl! Her voice has a very pleasant and light texture to it, which is offset by her gruff manor of speaking. Her foul mouth and rude tone mirrors your own, humorously in your opinion. She looks you in the eyes for a brief moment. Under the hood, you can see pallid skin, blond hair and piercing green eyes. Very pretty, from what you can see. Her white cheeks seem to be quite red from drinking, however. Better keep talking, you wouldn't say she's necessarily glad to hear what she wants from her expression. Still, I fucking hit bulls-eye.>Cont.
>>2051547The bartender rolls his eyes and sighs before going back to what he was payed to do.Your new friend has sat back in her seat, seeming a bit more relaxed, stifling an unladylike burp before hitting her drink again pretty hard. Shit, she might just be an alcoholic. The bartender turns back to you, with a vexed look on his face, before double taking back to you."Excuse me, but I forgot to ask, how old are you? I can never tell how old you humans are."Eugh...I really don't want to answer that question, but my desire to be truthful overrides being ethical."I'm 16 years old."The bartender is now exasperated at the revelation. I guess he wasn't expecting that answer."Only 16! To think I was about to serve a minor! This is what I mean! The policy is requires patrons be at least 20 years old to be serviced. I'm afra-"There is a sputtering that interrupts the bartender ready to throw you out. The girl next to you just spat out her drink! Guess she just heard something stupid!"Fuck your dumbass policy! Take my fucking money already you dick! What do I even pay you furry faggots for!""Excuse me! Tha-"The woman slams her drink down to further stop the catlike counter-man and is just about ready to fly off the handle."Shut the fuck up Karl! I'm stressed, I'm drunk, and I've had it with your shit! Don't make me get up from this chair..."Karl shies away from going any further after the very angry woman looked like she was about to reach for her imposing rifle. She goes back to drinking, like nothing happened."Damn, only 16. Shit! Here I thought you were a grown-ass man, from the size of you. Shame on you, I feel pretty fucking old. You're just a kid!""Shut up and keep drinking lady. I want to get some answers already."She shrugs and does just that. Although the crass lady is completely serious, you are smirking from her sarcastic delivery. You've never met someone with such bad manners. She makes even you look polite. Hopefully she's just and angry drunk or something. Jesus.The following conversation between you and Karl the bartender is fruitful. You are fortunate to have pushed the right buttons on this drunk before she passed out."...I heard that the trade is good in Haven because they have a group living in the that grows crops and all other sorts of useful greens. Nobody knows how the forest has been alive near here for so long, considering the output of goods especially. In fact, some call it magic. The biggest rumor I heard though is that they're having some issues with supply and demand..."Your lady friend orders another drink after Karl explains that....I can't say anyone knows that much about the Rift that I know. There were some kooks around here that say a man told them it was actually some kind of gate into another dimension or something, but that's way to far-fetched, at least to me. There was some quack who used to come by here to talk about it. Haven't seen him recently.">Cont.
>I am 16 Japanese years old
>>2051632Finally, you ask about some questions more relevant to you. About those Rattlesnake boys.Karl makes sure not to talk too loud, just enough that you can barely understand him over the music."...The Rattlesnakes frequent here, but only usually the newbies aren't respected enough to go stay in the home base. I don't know any specifics, but I hear they hide out somewhere north of here. They've got two guys in charge. Harvey "Cold" Cassidy, and Gunner Clive. The first one is a big, mean lizardman, and his second in command is probably the fastest shot with a handgun I've ever seen. The whole lot of them are just a bunch of underhanded rustlers. But I didn't tell you anything, right?"He was quite informative, but nonetheless, you still have more questions.The blond chick downs her last drink and puts her money on the table. It's a pretty good amount. You've ended up having quite a few yourself, finding there to be nothing wrong with you other than a little warm, but the girl beside you is clearly hammered out of her mind.She gestures to you to come out of the saloon with her. Seeing as she just spotted you pretty hard, it's only good manners to do whatever she wants you for. She seems not to want anything else but an ear right now. She walks pretty straight, but is clearly swaggering a bit after so much imbibing.The alleyway behind the Saloon is as dusty as it is creepy. It's gotten kind of dark now. How long were you sleeping for? Your generous new gal pal takes a minute to get comfortable, leaning against the side of the drinking establishment and crosses her arms."Don't get the wrong idea, I didn't drag you out to shoot dice with you or something, we need to talk. It's gotta be fate that brought us together, I have that gut feeling."She takes off her hood and makes quite the revelation before falling back to the wall. Her features are slender, thin and have a hint of unnatural elegance to them. Now that you can see her eyes them better you avoid contact with your own, afraid you might get lost in the deep greens she has. From your peripheral vision her ears are long and pointed. Holy shit. She's an elf! At least she looks like one."My name is Rya...Hey don't look at me like I'm some kind of freak! Listen up kid. I need you to answer some serious questions. To start, do you know anyone named Kaeloras Kalden, better known as Kaeloras the Stormblooded?"Oh boy, you really managed to jump down the rabbit hole with this one! This Rya chick is looking for someone too!___________________________________________________________________________________________________________That's it for tonight. Thanks for participating again, everyone. I'll be back at 12:00PM EST once more. Looking forward to it.
It would be hilarious to see Charlotte escaping by herself
>>2051718"Kaeroras Karuden?"Rya winces at the way I butcher my Ls. Hey! At least I can speak your language, you bitch! She uses her fingers to count off the other titles."Stormblood, Stormborne, Stormlord, whatever. It's got storm in it."Nope never heard of him. Whoever this guy is, he's clearly very important, perhaps not just to Rya. She doesn't seem like the type to waste energy on somebody without a good reason."Well "Rye-uh" I haven't seen your boy anywhere. I didn't know elves were a thing around here.""DAMN IT!"The blond girl is clearly very frustrated, after smacking the wall behind her hard with the bottom of her fist. You end up getting a summation of her situation, filled with cursing, rude gestures and a little slurring. She's looking for another elf that went missing, this Kaeloras fellow. He apparently has been gifted with the rare power of controlling the weather, and has been gone for some time now. Moreso than usual, apparently. The big deal is that the forest south of the Duvali mountains is currently dying without this guy to water it. The quill that you had brought up had piqued Rya's interest."So then what does this have to do with The Rift. What even is that?"Rya goes on to explain the so-called Rift. According to a semi-reliable source, it's like a localized storm above the center of the Duvali mountains you had traversed earlier. The actual storm flickers in and out randomly and drops a bunch of random shit all the time, including strange stones like the one you found. Apparently, it's actually very dangerous to be close to the maelstrom that is The Rift, which is why everybody seems to know only a little bit about it. All of this magical bullshit is claimed to have been paraphrased from Kaeloras himself, who had taken it upon himself to study what he had dubbed "The Rift"."I was hoping you might have known where he'd gone since you mentioned his quill and The Rift. Fuck! I am not going back to square one! Where did you say you saw that quill anyways?"Reluctantly, you give her the story of your time in the west of Aetherion, detailing how shitty it was. You don't like mentioning that you had been taken out by a bunch of glorified hoodlums while making a pit stop."Hmmm..."Rya closes her eyes and takes a moment to mull something over in her head. You're about to ask her if she's still awake when she makes a proposal."It might be the ale talking for me, but I need help with this. And judging from the pathetic state you're in, you need some serious fucking help. Seeing as you're such a clever bastard and all. Scratch my back and I'll scratch yours, right? It makes sense, doesn't it kiddo?">Cont.
>>2052444Rya's first impression seems like one of competence, even though she's clearly very much into her alcohol. It could be a huge boon to join forces. The only concern in your mind is that she's clearly got a strong personality. It might end up clashing with your own, much like a certain knight-that-shall-not-be-named. She clearly wants to get Kaeloras before Charlotte. That's a bit of an issue."What'll it be, kid? I wanna go check that caravan out tomorrow. It should give me a clue about where 'Loras has been."It's really gotten dark out now. How did it get so late already? Better hurry up, the elf girl looks like she's ready to nod off.>Fine>We can work together, but this is how it's going down..>I need a night to think about it, let's meet in the morning in front of the saloon>No thanks>Write in__________________________________________________________________________________________________________Sorry I'm late lads. I'm ready now.
>>2052463>We can work together, but this is how it's going down.."You help me track down my friend and we both help you track down your friend.""Completely unrelated but does the name Vhosk rings any bell to you?"Better start asking around for lizard bro's son.
>>2052463>>We can work together, but this is how it's going down..>>2052484Support
>>2052463>>2052471>>2052472>>2052484>>2052490>>2052508>We can work together, but this is how it's going down...>"You help me track down my friend and we both help you track down your friend.">"Completely unrelated but does the name Vhosk ring any bell to you?"I'm really starting to miss Charlotte right about now. It's time to get her back from the bastards that took her. And probably my bat as well. Sorry elf girl, this is the way it's going to be."We can work together, but this is how it's going down. We're going to go and get my Tanukin first, then we'll all go and look for your Elf...""...You WHAT!!!"Oh shit! It seems you said exactly the words she didn't want to hear. Now Rya has been roused from her drink-induce drowsiness."You tink that your little rish girl is more important than teh idiot who's shuppose ta be keeping my people alive! The fuching nerve of you humansh, I shwear to the gawdsh, yah tink yer sho fuching shmart!!!"There she goes. Her slurring is getting worse as she losses her shit. Fucking hell, calm down! Her outburst is starting to stress you out now! It makes you want to yell her head off, but is that the best idea right now?>[Fightn' Spirit] Yes>[Clever] We're both tired and frustrated, let's figure this out in the morning>Alright, you win. Calm down>Write In
>>2052560>>[Clever] We're both tired and frustrated, let's figure this out in the morningAround elves never relax
>>2052560>>[Fightn' Spirit] Yes>implying elves are important
>>2052560>We're both tired and frustrated, let's figure this out in the morningthat really wasn't what I intended but fuck it.>>2052566Shh she doesn't need to know that.
>>2052560Your friend is missing, my friend is kidnapped, and I swore I'd protect her. I'd love your help, and I'd like to help you, but that's where my priority lies. That said, we can still check out the shop tomorrow, we need to see if that merchant knows anything, and maybe the same people who took my friend took your friend's quill?
>>2052560>>2052565>>2052566>>2052578>>2052587>Clever +3[Clever] We're both tired and frustrated, let's figure this out in the morning"Whoa, Whoa Whoa."You manage to get her to stop her angry rambling long enough to get her attention. She still looks like she's about to punch you in the face."I do want to work with you on this. We're both tired and frustrated, let's figure this out in the morning."The drunk doesn't respond to you, at least not before pulling out a square flask of what's apparently more booze. Letting out an alcohol charged breath, she calms down a little and agrees with you, still open to suggestion from you after paying for your drinks earlier."FINE!"Finishing the flask and slumping back after fumbling to put it away, Rya pouts a little bit about your previous exchange for a moment. It seems like she's taking a breather as the liquor catches up with her."...Alright, lesh goo. Theresh an inn nearr teh Shalooon, of courshe."...The two of you stand there as you wait for her to take the lead, but she seems not to want to leave her spot on the wall...>[Manly] Carry her drunk ass>Ask if she's feeling alright>Give her a minute>Write In
>>2052613>>[Manly] Carry her drunk assPick her up with one arm
>>2052613>[Manly] Carry her drunk assThe only real option.
>>2052613>>[Manly] Carry her drunk assWe're doing that again? Maybe it's one of our skills
>>2052613>>2052617>>2052621>>2052622>[Manly] Carry her drunk assIt's clear that Rya can't move under her own power without falling over in her intoxicated state. Hopefully she doesn't mind being carried without consent...Roll to haul the drunk. Best of seven.
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>>2052630>>2052631>>2052636>>2052639>>2052640>>2052641>>2052670>>2052677DC 65: Rolled 84 - Should I be upset, or flattered?In a masculine display, you simply walk over to the barely conscious Rya and motion to pick her up without even asking. Just before you do so, she stops you for a brief moment."Hold the fuck up!"You had believed she might have gotten pissy again if you had put hands on her without permission, but she makes the situation very anticlimactic for you both. Rya simply puts her hood back on to conceal her ears."Okay, Ahm good."She is scooped up with one arm with ease. You weren't really worried about picking her up as much as you were afraid she might not cooperate. Needless to say, she didn't resist, being as easy to scoop up as Charlotte is and cradle her in a single arm. It makes you realize how hefty that little girl is, being a similar weight to the an elf twice her height."My name is Billy, by the way.""Pleasure to meet ya, hansho-...Wait, ish that Billy, or Bieri?"You can smell the alcohol on her breath now, strong and noxious. Instead of simply wrapping her arms around your neck, she takes her sweet time running her hands across your body before supporting herself by gently grasping your neck and letting out a grunt that didn't sound like a grunt at all. Did I just get felt up?Seeing as you need her to pay for the room, you make some small-talk to keep her awake until you get to your destination."Completely unrelated but does the name Vhosk rings any bell to you?""What the fuck's a Vhosk? I hope it's a drink or something."She proves not to be so helpful when asking about the target of your campaign out west. Shit. At least she's more awake now, despite making herself comfortable on you.The Inn isn't like the Guild Hall as far as quality at all, but the coziness will be sufficient for a place to stay out in a wasteland. Upon entering you are greeted by a female mouse person, clearly of middle age. She says something about youth before telling you the price of staying."One bed is 99G a night, Two beds are-""One bed pleashe."Excuse me. What?"One bed?""What do you mean "One bed?". Shtupid kid, we're shharring, you can't just carry me in yer big strong armsh, getch me allll echcited an not put out. Yourrr a man? Arentcha?"Are you kidding me? The last time I slept with someone, it turned out to be an destructive force of nature with a pretty face. Did I really turn Rya on after picking her up like that?Rya's eyes furrow as she sees you hesitating to answer the question."Don't getch any shtupid ideas, you dumb kid. I'm just lookin' for some relief. I'm stresshed! Help a girl out, will yah?"The demi-human lady seems to be looking on with great intrigue as she watches what she believes are two lovers quarreling to give stimulus to her boring innkeeper life.This was unexpected.>[Manly]Yaraniaka?>[Clever]Rock her to sleep, get two beds>[Honest]Not that kind of guy>Write In
>>2052879>[Manly]Yaraniaka?Showing her a good time might help convince her to help find Charlotte first.
>>2052879>Write in : two beds, send her in hers like a potato bag
>>2052879>[Honest]Not that kind of guy
>>2052879The elf is lewd, surprising no one>Write InSleep on the Floor?
>>2052901To clarify one bed for her, not both of us on the floor.
>>2052879>>[Honest]Not that kind of guyI am not about to have Billy take advantage of a clearly drunk girl.>>2052887>>2052891>>2052895>>2052905Neither should you.
>>2052916Point taken.Switcing my answer from >>2052887 to this:>[Clever]Rock her to sleep, get two beds
>>2052916>take advantageShe's propositioning us. Stop being dumb
>>2052927if you do that you should probably link to the QM's post.
>>2052879>>[Manly]Yaraniaka?Around Elves watch yourselves though.
>>2052930She's also clearly drunk.
>>2053007And? This might come as a shocker but some adults do things like go drinking at bars and then having casual sex.
>>2053030not sure a few drinks and completely wasted are comparable.
Personally I just want to frustrate her
>>2053030>>2053048The problem is that we aren't. If we had enjoyed drinks with her and had similar levels of drunkenness, I wouldn't be bringing this up. But as it stands, this feels like taking advantage of her to me.
>>2053048whatever broWe don't know what she's like without alcohol. When we met her, she was already somewhat drunk and only drank more. I'm just saying, maybe taking advantage of the skewed judgement of a woman with a BIG ASS RIFLE might be a bad idea. Regardless of what we think, her opinion is the only one that's going to matter if we wake up staring down a barrel.
>>2053111Also this could totally be a trap. Her using Billy 'taking advantage of her' as blackmail for whatever
>>2053097>taking advantageSee, that's bullshit because we didn't even have it in our mind until SHE surprised us with it. She even told us "Don't getch any shtupid ideas, you dumb kid. I'm just lookin' for some relief. I'm stresshed! Help a girl out, will yah?"She's fucking asking
>>2052879>Write In"What about the age of consent around here? And what about protection? I cant be paying no child support!"
>>2053133>>2053133>But--but women can never give consent!Safe to say this setting is different from a college campus guys. She isnt going to press rape charges on us. What we should really worry about is that the only women who show serious interest in us are a demoness and the daughter of a very much "make people dissappear" mob boss. It will most likely turn out that she is searching for the Stormlord to use his powers to move forward her Elf Supremacist political party and take over the continent all while genociding humans.I am calling this right now.Billy "The Bat" Iwo has an evil-seeking-dick, if a girl wants to fuck him, assume she is evil until EXPLICITLY proven otherwise from now on.
>>2053146Then we'll just dick the evil out of her!
>>2053137She is asking for it.And even if she regrets later who is going to arrest Billy or take him to court, what kind of court will sentence him?It's not gynocentric country where woman can just cry rape and thousands of white knight will come to her rescue.
>>2053155That huh... didn't work out so well with the previous one.
>>2053171We clearly didn't dick Shara enough!
>>2052879>[Honest]Not that kind of guyWe need to raise our honest stat
>>2053171Practice good man! We must level up our anti-evil-dicking skills so that when we meet up with Shara again we can just meat-slap the evil right out of her!
>>2053171Because we had people voting actively against trying to recruit her because fuck allies
>>2052879>>2052887>>2052891>>2052892>>2052895>>2052896>>2052901>>2052905>>2052916>>2052927>>2052965>>2052968>>2053054>Manly +4>[Manly]Yaraniaka?Weighing your options, you deem that there’s only one thing left to do in a situation with a hot elf chick begging for it in your arms.“Yaranaika?”Rya initially reacts with confusion, but her vexed, crinkled face becomes a toothy, knowing grin.“Yeshh. Now datsh what I’m talkin’ bout.”She pays for the single bed without hesitation as the Mouse-woman looks on in genuine excitement. On your way up to the room you give the clerk a mean look, causing her to cower. Don’t judge me lady!All of a sudden, the wasted elf finds the balance necessary to spring out of your arms and grab you by your sleeve, dragging you to the room to get started on your love making.The two of you make it into the room, and you close the door behind you. It’s not a roomy, fresh place to stay, but it’s way better than nothing. Rya drops her gun like it was a toy and hops into bed as quickly as possible.Turning back to Rya, she’s already halfway taking her heavy duds off, exposing her milky skin. If she existed in the real world, shee would most certainly have the body to be a sucessful supermodel. Actually, she’s probably better looking than any of those dehydrated skeletons they call models, in an inexplicable way with that slender figure of hers. You've never met a girl in person that had a thigh-gap before. Damn. Must be that elvish charm. She notices you gawking and walks up to you shakily, before pulling you down to the bed with her and proceeding to angrily rip off your clothes. Damn girl! Calm down!“You're tooo shloww! Doncha know not to keep a girl waitin’? I mean, shit! It’s about fuchin time I slept wit shomethin without shitty-ass fur, or nasty scales! Don’t dishappoint me kid!”She seems to be experienced. You, not so much. That may be true, but you have a good idea. Maybe if you please her, she’ll be more open to help find Charlotte first instead of Storm-elf-guy. Hopefully Shara showed you the ropes enough that you can please another veteran with your current level of skill. You don’t see a downside to this. I’m going to do it for Charlotte!Roll to impress the elf. Best of five.
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Rolled 41 (1d100)>>2053236Let's see what we got
Rolled 69 (1d100)>>2053236ORYAAAA
Rolled 85 (1d100)>>2053236Come on
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Rolled 32 (1d100)>>2053236>It’s about fuchin time I slept wit shomethin without shitty-ass fur, or nasty scalesShe's full of STD
>>2053280>in fantasy land where people's wounds can be healed by praying and limbs can be regenerated with dark arts you cant cure SDTs.Come on now.
Rolled 57 (1d100)>>2053291Think we woulda got rotdick if we rolled a 1?Rolling std prediction
Rolled 35 (1d100)>>2053280Rolling for STD severity.
>>2053236>>2053250>>2053251>>2053255>>2053262>>2053264>DC 75: Rolled 85 - Damn, I did such a good job too.The details will be left to the imagination, but Roasting the Broomstick with Rya was actually not too far off from Smashing Shara, for the most part anyways. Where Shara was much more gentle with me because I was drunk off my ass, this time was totally different. Rya was very aggressive, much to my surprise considering how she couldn't even walk about an hour ago. I tried to match her energy, causing the whole thing to be pretty intense. It's hard to admit this, but I greatly enjoyed being an active participant quite a bit, rather than the girl doing the work, not that being taken care of was bad. It's just more "me". Otherwise, Rya knew what the fuck she was doing. I give her full marks in every category. She made quite a number of...interesting faces throughout the whole ordeal. And she didn't give up until she knocked herself the fuck out and took me with her! Going by her determination to keep it going all night, I'd say I did a good job.The sun is shining pretty hard in my eyes right now. Goddammit. Go away sun.You're a little beat from going all night, and your stitches are itchy and a little painful. No big deal. What is a big deal is that there is a sobbing coming from under the covers. What the hell?Ripping the covers off, Rya has curled herself in a ball and is crying into her pillow held tight. You put your hand on her pale shoulder to get her attention."Hey, what's the matter with y-""G-get off of me!"What? Now that you listen to her voice, it's far more demure and gentle than when you first heard her speak. All of that bravado and course manner of speech as her high, breathy voice makes her seem much less confident. What the fuck? Sober Rya is a complete 180 degree turn from when she was drunk! Now she's like the average elf!"F-filthy human! To think someone would be depraved enough to take advantage of me when I was drunk! Oh Kaeloras where are you!? How did it end up like this!? What a fool I was!"Oh boy, did I fuck up. This is bad, but maybe I can fix it?>What the hell? You asked me for it!>Gomenasai>Try to comfort her>Say nothing>Write In
>>2053556>>GOMENASAISLAM THAT FOREHEAD INTO THE GROUND IN A PROPER BOW
>>2053556>GomenasaiGee, what did we fucking tell you. Listen to Austin Powers next time. Its not the same if she's drunk.
>>2053591>>2053577>>2053584"It’s about fuchin time I slept wit shomethin without shitty-ass fur, or nasty scales!"She's not acting right? Maybe we did fuck up and it's our fault but I can't help but feel that something is wrong. Perhaps I'm just paranoid.
>>2053630Either this is her real personality and she's an angry, horny drunk or she's pretending and using guilt to get something out of us.Either way, I fucking called it.
>>2053146....What about Lotti, does becoming the bane of food buffets everywhere honestly count as evil, or Blackwell?
>>2053652Silly Anon, pototoes aren't for lewds.Blackwell... well, we did already steal her panties.
>>2053556>Write in "Last night you felt me up when I tried to help you, and ripped my clothes off as soon as we got in the room. You also said that it was about time you did this with someone that didnt have scales or fur, so forgive me if I ask... WHAT THE FUCK?!"If she keeps on maybe ask "Is it normal to seduce 16 year olds with promises of helping find their kidnapped friends among elves?" Maybe tone down what I wrote so it is given a little nicer, but depending on her attitude in the situation.Because this seems like an act. I would say if she tries to use this to manipulate us we should guilt her right back, what with us being a teen and her likely being 10 times our age. She basically just molested a baby by her people lifespan scale.
>>2053652Blackwell is obviously evil, and Marshmallow is to pure for this world, do not lewd the potato! Also it is only girls we have had come on to us and actively seek our dick. I have a feeling this girl is pretty damn manipulative and has done this on several occasions to men/boys of several species.
>>2053707Seconding>>2053683TO BE FAIR, we were sleepwalking, and we didn't know they were hers, which to my knowledge we haven't fucked her for yet, just stole them.>>2053715Blackwell is just stupid, sexy stupid, but stupid. And Marshmellow might have a masochist streak in her Berri needs to help her explore, but that a different story she can make him think of her as for lewd.Though I will agree with you, bitch is probably trying to screw with us.
>>2053715No dude, remember the innkeeper giving us a funny look.That should have been our clue
>>2053556Supporitng this >>2053707
>>2053734To add to my point, we went all night, now she might have slept off a significant amount of it, but it sounds like several hours of this happened. For fucks sake she knocked out a teenage boy with sex. I feel that at several points she could have gone "Ohno what have I done" and ceased relations. Yes we fucked up, but I think there is more to it. This is why I said to lighten up what I put as a write-in because this may be a legit complete fuck up. So I would go with being apologetic but back it up with those two cutting comments if she starts getting accusatory.>Inb4 she decides to hunt everyone Billy knows and loves because of this and we have infact transferred a portion of Shara's evil to an unsuspecting victim via the exact opposite of righteous dickings.
>>2053734Or maybe it was a look of >'Oh you poor stupid boy, she is going to fuck with your head like the rest of them'
>>2053556>>2053577>>2053584>>2053591>>2053630>>2053644>>2053652>>2053683>>2053707>>2053715>>2053731>>2053734>>2053747>>2053786>>2053791>>2053806>Write in"Last night you felt me up when I tried to help you, and ripped my clothes off as soon as we got in the room. You also said that it was about time you did this with someone that didn't have scales or fur, so forgive me if I ask... WHAT THE FUCK?!"*Pffffft!*All of a sudden, the elf lets out a sound that’s more of a involuntary snort than a sad whimper. What the hell?Her sobbing quickly turns into something else entirely. Your concern immediately turns to confusion, humiliation, and most of all, frustration. I can’t believe this conniving bitch! She just totally played you! Fuck!“HAHAhahaha....Guilty as charged, dumbass! How did you fall for that? It’s like, the oldest trick in the book! Hahaha!”...You don’t even know what to say, being completely at loss for words, for once. Rya is crying alright, because she’s laughing so hard. She dries the real tears her eyes and tries to come down from her fit of giggles. How did you let this happen?“WEW! I had my suspicions, but I guess this confirms it. You’re still pretty inexperienced, eh player? I could tell from a mile away. What is this, your Fifth time? Fourth time?””...Second.”“Your second time? Oh wow...!”Rya has taken the pause that you gave her to go under the pillow she fake cried into and pull something out from under it. It’s a bottle of something strong and clear. Is this how she nurses a hangover? She’s rubbing her temple a bit while beginning to chug anew. Pulling the neck of the bottle out from her mouth, she praises your ability to "do it".“You’re pretty good! Great even! The best I’ve had in a long time. The myth that humans weren’t any good in bed was a complete fucking lie. And your reaction just now - priceless. Humans are the shit! I think I’m beginning to like you, Billy. I have half a mind to take you home with me...”Interrupting herself by taking another swig, she makes a face like she’s hurting. Definitely a hangover.”...Tell you what. You did such a good job last night, I’ll spot you all day today, since you're broke and all.” The elf wraps her free arm around your shoulder and snuggles up next to you while she goes back to her bottle and guzzles more fucking alcohol with a big smirk. She gently runs her hand through your hair, probably feeling pretty bad for making you a sucker like that. You have a vicious urge to squeeze her skinny white neck until booze comes out of her pores. Son of a bitch! The strong scent of drink hits you all of a sudden."You want some kiddo?"At least I’ve learned a valuable lesson today: Around an elf, watch yourself.>Cont.And around Trucks, don't be a Cuck
>>2053972Had us going there. So is she like drunk all the time or...
>>2053972After grabbing a bite to eat and giving Rya the time to regurgitate it in the ladies' room until she's fully recovered from excessive drinking, the two of you get ready to head out. That stupid innkeeper is doing the laundry as you rub Rya's back in an attempt to help her sober up and keep something down after drinking way too much. The mouse lady once again has that look on her face. You can imagine she's saying things in her head, like "Awww look at how he takes care of her." or maybe "What a nice couple they make." One more glare sends her on her way again, double-time. You still feel inadequate right now about getting tricked."So, do you think we should find that Caravan after this. Once my head stops killing me, that is. Ugh. Fuck me man.""I already did-"Your quip was involuntary. Somehow, you really need to get back at her for pranking you so good earlier. But that comes later. Time to try to convince her about getting Charlotte first."S-shut up, you idiot. Help me out here so we can get shit done! Oww...">Look, We're going to get your friend back, but I really want to rescue my underling first>Yeah, let's go to the Caravan first, get some answers for the both of us>Maybe we should head to the Duvali mountains for clues?>Write In
>>2054039>>Look, We're going to get your friend back, but I really want to rescue my underling first
>>2054039>>Yeah, let's go to the Caravan first, get some answers for the both of us
>>2054039>Look, We're going to get your friend back, but I really want to rescue my underling firstTrust me, she'll be incredibly helpful
>>2054039>Yeah, let's go to the Caravan first, get some answers for the both of usAnd later/also>Look, We're going to get your friend back, but I really want to rescue my underling first
>>2054039>>2054046>>2054061>>2054063>>2054066>Look, We're going to get your friend back, but I really want to rescue my underling first>Yeah, let's go to the Caravan first, get some answers for the both of usIt would probably be best for us both if we head to the caravan first, but you really want to find Charlotte!"Look, We're going to get your friend back, but I really want to rescue my underling first. I definitely agree with you about checking the caravan first. We can get that quill back and then head north."Rya gives you that look that says "Is this asshole fucking serious?" before shaking her head and stuffing a fluffy pancake into her mouth."Fine, fuck it we'll get your damned helper or whatever. Just don't talk so loud! Ugh...If you weren't such a good boy last night..."She seems to be a little distressed now, you try to make it up to her by rubbing her shoulders. As long as you get Charlotte, you don't care what you have to do."Fuck 'Loras anyways, that fucking nerdy piece of shit! He doesn't come visit, or write, or anything. FUCK!"Hmmm...apparently Rya's relationship with Kaeloras is a bit more complicated than one of necessity, at least according to her emotional outburst. Interesting.You manage to get Rya into better condition. and the two of you head out while it's still morning. She has her big gun on her shoulder now, to reassure you she isn't playing around. In the light where you an see it, it looks far more like a fancy toy than any gun you've seen. The caravan should be around the main street in Beaufore somewhere, according to what you were told. As you walk the dusty streets, you notice there is a gathering of townsfolk near the entrance. What the hell is going on now?>No time for this, let's find the caravan.>Check out what the hubbub is about>The mayor's office is on the way to your destination, check in with him.>Write In
>>2054187>>No time for this, let's find the caravan.
>>2054187We're a rebound of a spurned Tsundere...>Check out what the hubbub is about
>>2054187>>Check out what the hubbub is about
>>2054187>>2054190>>2054198>>2054245>Check out what the hubbub is about"Come on, something is happening near the entrance."Rya rolls her eyes. She really wants to catch that caravan.Heading to the entrance of town, you can see a gathering of people in the big open space, much like they had gathered for you when you put the fear of god into them.Standing in the center of it all is that big round fluffy guy that had been at your bedside after you first got into town in the infirmary. He's wearing a rather tall, dark hat right now. Around him stand all the people you frightened. It seems like you're just in time to hear what he's about to say."I regret to inform you all, but there was a message left on my door this morning by the Rattlesnakes! By none other than Cold Cassidy.There are some Oos and Aahs from the crowd. It seems he's made a hostage of a wealthy trade-baron south of here."Taking a sheet of parchment out, the round guy shows it to his citizens and reads it out loud."Greetings, Mayor Huckabee. I currently have come across, and made a hostage of a daughter of Delmont Marchette, wealthy and famous merchant of LaFra. Charlotte Morceau Marchette is currently in my hands and at my mercy. My demands are simple: Send this message in my stead through the Roccan Express Parcel Delivery to her father, or the Tanukin girl will most certainly get it. And "it" will be slow and painful until the demands are met. If any of you believe yourself to be a hero and aren't the yella-bellied varmint I know you all are, wait in the center of town, and you will be obliged with a sporting duel for her freedom. Perhaps if I get a sufficient ransom from Mr. Marchette, you will be left alone. Get it done by sundown.Signed: Harvey Cold Cassidy"PS Rattlesnakes Rule!There is a lot of murmuring from the townies gathered around now. They had no idea there was a rich person nearby! There is a snide remark from Rya about the ransom note."Wow, what a dick. Getting all uppity like that when he finds one person to take hostage whose family has a wallet larger than his fucking fist."The Mayor looks pensive. He really wants to do something. It would probably be bad to piss of a lordly merchant like Charlotte's father apparently is. Bad for business that is."Is there anybody who would be brave enough to duel for the girl's safety?"A lot of the crowd just started leaving and getting the fuck out already. Bunch of cowards! It's morning, you'll have to wait a few hours if you want to duel to the death.>I would love to duel that asshole to the death>Fuck that, We're going to get Charlotte RIGHT NOW>Let's go find that caravan>Write in
>>2054565>>I would love to duel that asshole to the deathI'm your hucklebilly
>>2054565>I would love to duel that asshole to the deathWe have literally killed tougher.
>>2054593We don't have a weapon
>>2054603I bet we can find a bat-shaped object.
>>2054603It hasn't stopped us before.
>>2054603We destroyed The Sextant's arm with a single blow>>2054565>I would love to duel that asshole to deathMake him come to us just so we can beat his ass to hell, get our bat, then beat the rest of them to hell as well
>>2054565>>I would love to duel that asshole to the death
>>2054621Yes we shall falcon punch this fucker.Our rage is only more powerful when transferred directly from fist to victim instead of being dampened through our bat.Shinbatsu no Newyork is not a weapon, it is a safety precaution for our opponents sake!
>>2054621I still can't believe I got that sweet 100. It was beautiful.
>>2054565>>2054575>>2054593>>2054621>>2054649>I would love to duel that asshole to the deathWalking up to Mayor Huckabee gets you some stares from the demi-humans leaving the scene."It's you!""Yeah it's me fluffball Billy the B-""-Billy the Kid! Isn't he sho adowable"Rya has followed you and interrupted you like the elven bitch that she is, putting her arm around you again like you're good buddies already. She pinches your cheek and uses baby talk to make fun of the apparent difference in age. You wonder how old she really is when you shrug her off, annoyed by her teasing."To be honest, with your wounds, I didn't think you were going to make it back there."Starting a conversation with the mayor, he tells you that the Rattlesnakes always send their men to patrol the lawless town of Beaufore. They've never been able to keep a sheriff that wanted to work here, or could survive, an entire week. Apparently Cold Cassidy has made sure to keep the town under his boot. It seems this really is the wild west. Especially since they all have guns. The patrol this place regularly every noon.At the mention of firearms, Rya seems to palm her face. She must know why these people are so well armed compared to the humble people of Prontia."Well, if you manage to somehow get rid of Cold Cassidy, I would reward you handsomely...""Of course I'm going to duel. I have to save my underling from the sons of bitches."Rya, who has behaved herself long enough to let you have a conversation, asks her own question."Tell me, have you seen a caravan that came in the other day? This kid told me they were headed up here to make a delivery. Have you seen any of them? I have to ask them a couple of questions."The mayor scratches his head, unsure of what Rya's talking about, before remembering exactly what had happened."Oh yeah. Mr. Ratzentelle got here yesterday. He was down one carriage after getting attacked by Rattlesnake bandits. That's too bad huh? I heard he skipped town with his caravan early this morning. He's probably on his way to Fort Durnham as we speak."The revelation causes Rya to flip her shit. She throws her gun down to the ground in her frustration and stomps onto the sandy earth in her rage. You have to restrain her and drag her to the Saloon to stop her tantrum with some alcohol before she assaults the mayor of Beaufore for being the bearer of bad news. She really wants that quill!_________________________________________________________________________________________________That's it for tonight. I'll return tomorrow once more at 12:00PM EST. See you all then. Thanks for your participation.
>>2054796Thanks for the run Truck-kunSo question for when you come back.If Rya sticks with us, how fucking Yandere is Shara going to go when we inevitably meet back up with her?
>>2054878You misspelled Charlotte.
>>2054878Shara yearns for freedom, it strikes me as against her character to hold it against us
>>2054796After barging into the Saloon and letting Rya drown her sorrows for a couple of hours, you end up with a fairly drunk elf now. Six shots later, the girl is mostly over losing the caravan. Fortunately, she's not nealry as sloshed as she was the other night."They'll have to come back from Fort Durnham, or else they have to cross the desert to get to Dossantos. Not an easy job."Apparently, getting to the last western city is a tall order for most. The desert conditions further west are absolutely brutal, and without proper preparation, lethal. We'll have to get to Fort Durnham tomorrow, and fast.Looking at the archaic clock on the wall. It's about time for the Rattlesnakes to show up.Dragging the slightly wobbly Rya while she finishes her last drink, the two of you head out to meet your destiny. Time to duel to the death.You haven't made it off of the porch of the Saloon when in the distance, a large group of long-necked lizardmen riding on their horses in the distance. Pausing to size up you're opponents, you try to distinguish which one is the boss. They all look like a bunch of old western rustlers with their rifles, hats, tough looking pants, and other accessoriesAmong the group, only three individuals stand out. One of them is the lizardman who put his hands on Charlotte the other day, before you bashed his dome in. His scales are fucked up, you rarely forget the face of someone you bashed over the head. The second face you recognize is that lizardfolk you saw at the Saloon that had been partying it up earlier. It seems he was a Rattlesnake then. Finally, one last Rattlesnake grabs your attention. He stands out because he's more than a head shorter than his long, lizardfolk friends. He's actually one of those mouse demi-humans. On his belt he has holsters for some sizable handguns. One of them is in his hand right now, being spun and flourished, a big revolver. Scanning the bandits, you don't see any Charlotte among them.The sight of them coming into town causes all the denizens of Beaufore to run into their homes and close every door possible, proving how afraid they are of the gang of hustlers. After waiting for what seems like a few of minutes, there is a loose huddle, and then a loud, deep voice call out from the group of bandits."Are there any brave men in Beafore on this fine day!!? It's High Noon!!Rya burps and snorts, she doesn't seem to care about what's going on at the moment. You, on the other hand, really need to get some answers. Where's your precious charge and why is she not here?>Yeah I'm here. Time to duel, motherfuckers.>Have Rya flank them, getting the drop might have a good idea while you challenge them>I've got a brilliant idea, Just let them go for now...>Write In
>>2055473>Yeah I'm here. Time to duel, motherfuckers.
>>2055473>>Yeah I'm here. Time to duel, motherfuckers.We get fighting spirit points for that right?
>>2055483Supporting, even though we're wounded and without a weapon. It's not in Billy's nature to do it anyway else.
>>2055473>Yeah I'm here. Time to duel, motherfuckers."Guns out, Fists up you yellow belly chicken."
>>2055555Five fives. huh.
Why aren't we ignoring them and then tracking them to their base?
>>2055587Silly anon, we only need one of them to do that.Well, 75% of one, he won't need his legs.
>>2055473>>2055489>>2055528>>2055555>Fightn' Spirit +1>Yeah I'm here. Time to duel, motherfuckers.You're able to walk out calmly to greet the new adversaries. Normally you'd be quick to jump into the fray, but for some reason, today you're pretty calm. Maybe you're a little mellowed out from trying do hard last night. It was like this in Prontia, not too long ago..."Well, will you look at that? We finally found someone in Beafore that isn't yella.""Two humans? This far out west? Naw, this can't be true. One of them's a pretty lady to boot!"The lizardmen are all laughing, joking and catcalling as the two of you make your way into the center of town. Maintaining your composure, you slack your posture, put your hands in your pockets, and take the standard delinquent pose you've become renown for."Yeah I'm here. Time to duel, motherfuckers. Put up or shut up."The gang of bandits simply laugh at you more after trying to challenge them empty-handed. The deep voice that called you out speaks again, coming from one of the guys in the center of the group."No horse. No gun, No hat? No service. You six, git'em. Show him what happens when you try to insult us like that.""What about the woman?""Let the lady be, maybe she'll reconsider running with an idjit with funny hair after we fix his little red wagon."Did they just insult your pompadour? Those fiends! Now you definitely have to send them to hell!Six lizardmen descend from their horses. One has a long chain, and the rest have in their hands a makeshift melee weapon of some kind, or just fists. The lizardman with the chain is the guy you walloped, and the guy you had seen at the Saloon now has a big plank of wood with a nail in it. Who do they think they are? schoolyard bullies?Rya is checking out her own weapon right now, looking very disinterested. It's hard to tell if she's going to help or not at the moment. Elves are weird like that. Now she stands outside the semi-circle made by a wall of scales. It's six on one. Good. Now your punches are six times less likely to miss!>Stand the fuck back, I got this!>Just take one by surprise. Punch him in the face>Wait for one of them to make the first move>Write in
>>2055653>>Just take one by surprise. Punch him in the faceTime to teach respect
>>2055653>Just take one by surprise. Punch him in the faceHow dare you disrespect the Pompadour! This is a symbol of my status and Banchou and you WILL RESPECT IT! Now kneel, bitches!
>>2055653>Just take one by surprise. Punch him in the faceWe're a delinquent, we strike first and strike hard.
>>2055653>>2055659>>2055665>>2055698>Just take one by surprise. Punch him in the faceMan, fuck these guys. They took my marshmallow, they took my bat, insulted my hair, and now they have the gall to not respect me? That's too far! Fuck the rules. It's time to get even.Turning your head as the lizardmen approach you, one of them notices you aren't paying any attention to them, despite being surrounded and outnumbered. This maneuver has rarely failed to fuck up a dumbass."Look! This onessss trying to look cool! Or maybe he'ssss just trying to cover up the fact that he'ssss just sssscared?"You can feel his footsteps as he approaches...just a little more."Fool! Don't you know? The Rattlesna-""URUSAI!!!!!"Silencing the lizardman with your fist completely catches him by surprise as your knuckles collide with semi-hard scales. You punched him right in his scaly snout were his skin was weakest and knocked him right to the ground. He hold his nose and groans in pain after getting whooped. Everybody has a plan until they get punched in the face!"Ha~ Ha~!""You dirty rat! Don't just stand there, you louts. Git'em!"Putting up your dukes, you ignore the input of others as you get ready to take out five oncoming lizardmen with your bare hands."KAKETTE KOI YO!!!"Roll to fight. Best of five.
Rolled 81 (1d100)>>2055764Here we go
Rolled 79 (1d100)>>2055764
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>>2055770ORA!! Also did we just brougth fists ro a gun fight? Well guess we can loot then after.
>>2055764>>2055770>>2055773>>2055777>>2055781>>2055801>DC 70: Rolled 81 - Another one down...Three of the lizardmen attempt to assault you at once. Backing out of the way, only one can attack you as you cover up and back out, causing the plank-swinging lizardman to miss, and on taking on the other that was the farthest away from the brawl.Alone and unarmed, the lizardman attempts to put a haymaker into you, only to be elbowed in his head, causing it to be rocked along his snake-like neck. Grabbing his bobbin' noggin as his balance is off is easy, and you pull his head down low enough without moving the rest of his body and give it a two snappy knees and a blow over the head with your fist, cracking his scales and knocking him out cold. That's one down.There's another lizardman trying to flank you, swinging with fists in a cumbersome way due to his inhuman shape, only to get blocked and kicked in the stomach, doubling him over. This one is a little more battle-ready, having a pair of knuckle-dusters on his fists. He tries to take a bite out of you by drawing back and launching his head forward, mouth agape much larger than anyone you've seen open their jaws and revealing some big fangs. Fortunately, his attack was telegraphed, and you punch his head as it launches forward in the temple and divert the path of the strike, much like you would react to a pitch coming towards you. After staggering this dickhead, you put him into a headlock and sweep his legs in one fluid motion after his weight was shifted forward. After controlling his neck, you put pressure on his oversized windpipe as he sputters for air and his body kicks under your heel. It makes you believe you can rip his head off from here.The other two that just missed you are now coming forward slowly, not ready to let you evade again.The last guy is spinning his chain much like a lasso. He has a good chance an wrangling you if you let him take aim from where he's positioned himself.You've put yourself into an awkward position by grappling this guy. And you may or may not want to do something about that chain, though. The lizard with a plank and the lizard with what seems to be a broken whiskey bottle are coming in hot now.How should I handle this?>Throw the lizard you're choking out into the other two and get the guy with the chain>Finish this guy off first>Stop what you're doing and attack the incoming assailants>Get ready to counter the chain-wielding foe>Write In
>>2055888>>Finish this guy off firstKill him
>>2055888>Throw the lizard you're choking out into the other two and get the guy with the chain
>>2055888>>Throw the lizard you're choking out into the other two and get the guy with the chain
>>2055888>>2055894>>2055900>>2055901>>2055903>>2055909>>2055940>>2055970>Throw the lizard you're choking out into the other two and get the guy with the chainBetter do this right, or else I'll be caught in the middle of trying to hurl this guy's strange body rather than distracting these two idiots. It has to be quick and precise.Strength check. Best of seven.
Rolled 52 (1d100)>>2056008
Rolled 21 (1d100)>>2056008
Rolled 48 (1d100)>>2056008Nat 1
Rolled 3 (1d100)>>2056008Time for something AWESOME!
Rolled 48 (1d100)>>2056008
Rolled 91 (1d100)>>2056008Hey THIS IS YOURS!
>>2056043Bless you, anon.
Rolled 18 (1d100)>>2056008
>>2056046Any time zombi.
These rolls are always super tense
>>2056036Why do I try?My only other roll got Charlotte kidnapped. Am I cursed?
>>2056072That's the fun part of it. So once he deal with chain guy, are we going to use it as a chain or as a improvised knuckle?
>>2056080You must atone your sins child. Two full weeks without faping.
>>2056080Anon.it's not your fault
>>2056008>>2056013>>2056014>>2056018>>2056027>>2056036>>2056038>>2056043>>2056059>>2056059>DC 65: Rolled 91 - Hey! THIS IS YOURS!Giving yourself a moment, you take a deep breath and take a look at what's going on around you. The two lizardmen are coming at you, the other one to your far right is winding up to tie you up with his chain, the other Rattlesnakes are either watching closely or making noise as the fight commences. There's still almost ten more rustlers watching the 6 on 1 battle. Even further from them, Rya seems to be goofing off right now, whistling to herself as you continue the fight uneven odds. Damn it! You're supposed to help you damned elf! Even further than, you can see hints of the townsfolk peeping from the safety of their homes, poking their heads out of their windows and glancing from behind doors.Getting back to reality, you've already involuntarily taken a step back and slammed this guy's head into the ground. Picking up his tail you let out a grunt, before getting ready to heft the big lizards body up. These guys aren't big like Kauss, but they are probably a little taller with their snake-necks accounted for. whipping them won't be easy, but it will be dangerous.Rather than making it easy for yourself, and picking up the air deprived guy by center mass, you elect to grab him by his very long tail. Just as you're about to be battered by a two-by-four and shanked with a broken bottle, you jerk once to the right to build up momentum and then twist your body as quickly as possible."Hey! THIS IS YOURS!"With a grunt of a one-liner, you don't so much hurl the lizardfolk man you beat up as much as you swing him into the oncoming attackers, who are both buffed by their comrades long body, and the three of them are thrown to the ground a few yards away from the impact. Line drive: Left field.There is chatter coming from the other Rattlesnakes on seeing three of their guys get utterly slammed all at once. Rya cheers for you, having just seen something pretty awesome."Ha! Good shit!"Whatever, elf lady. Wasting not time, you blitz the guy with the chain. Jumping on top of him and taking him to the ground, the two of you play a rousing game of whack-a-mole, as he tries to use his long neck to evade your pummeling when you rain your fists down upon him. After missing twice, you are easily able to predict his next few movements and punch, smack, and headbutt while pinning him down until he's out cold and both his fangs have been smashed from his mouth.Relieving him of his chain, you notice that the guy you had strangled has come back. Wrapping the chain around you fist, you deck him easily, taking advantage of his unsteady movements. He goes down, leaving the last two left to take care of.Maybe I can kill to birds with one stone? My chain skills have certainly gotten better since I first got here.>There's two left, beat the shit out of them>Tie them both up>Use your weapon like a whip>Write In
>>2056175Chain fist go!>There's two left, beat the shit out of them
>>2056175>>There's two left, beat the shit out of themWe chainmancer now
>>2056175>>Use your weapon like a whiphttps://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9sX3fjpkFwk
>>2056175>There's two left, beat the shit out of themBacking chain fist.
C'mon guysChain whip
>>2056175>>Use your weapon like a whip
>>2056175Can we grab one of the big guy knuckles? Althought we don't need it eith our absurd powerness something we cab use to deflect blades besides our new acquired chain would be great. And if the guys try to go after us we can use the chain as a whip to keep then back.
>>2056210>>2056175I mean beat the shit out of them with the chain
>>2056226I know it's cool anon but if we fail they might grab the chain.
>>2056239Yeah use the chain to ciat one of our fist and make a improvised knuckle.
>>2056175>There's two left, beat the shit out of them
A semi-injured, unarmed Billy just mauled six at least 4 of the 6 bandits without taking a single scratch from them. How much quaking is going on in their boots? And how Ogre-like is our death stare right now?
>>2056175>Use your weapon like a whip
>>2056263These bandits were playing but they have no gutsAlso our level is higher than them
>>2056175>There's two left, beat the shit out of them>Manly +1Fuck it. I don't care. I'm just going to run up and beat the shit out of the both of them. Now that I have this chain around my knuckles, it's time to punch them even harder. Constantly hitting their scales has made my hand a little numb anyways.Roll to fight. Best of five.
Rolled 75 (1d100)>>2056271
Rolled 83 (1d100)>>2056271
Rolled 24 (1d100)>>2056271No chain whip :(
Rolled 41 (1d100)>>2056271Time for a 1
Rolled 4 (1d100)>>2056271HEY LET ME INTRODUCE MY FIST TO YOUR FACE!
>>2056277Billy to the bandits: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Xur5GF32Dek
>>2056271>>2056274>>2056277>>2056279>>2056290>>2056296DC 60: Rolled 80 - Didn't even break a sweat!The first lizard I run into is the one from the Saloon with the nail-board. He attempts to block my attack, but the metal coated punch I throw goes right through his plank, rocking his world. He goes down to his knees after I fucked him up.Next, the bottle wielding lizardfolk yells as he mans on last charge, to which a blow to his side turns his cry into one of pain. A second shot to his body throws him into the other guy I just dropped. This fight is over. Couldn't even feel those wounds from earlier.As I walk past the two downed lizardmen, I feel something wrap around my leg, followed by a loud blast that makes everybody jump. Everybody except Rya.There is a loud thump as the two lizardmen that were tossed into each other by you lay dead in the sand. Rya just shot the both of them with a single trigger pull. They lay dead and bleeding from their headshots and the tail that was wrapped around your leg goes limp. The elf drops her stable shooting stance, checking to make sure her hood is still on and then inspects her smoking gun like nothing happened. Watch where your pointing that shit! I was right next to those bastards you crazy bitch!The other lizardmen are not faring much better now after kicking their asses, lying on the ground pathetically, nursing their wounds, or knocked the fuck out.Getting over to the now quiet Rattlesnakes, you open up your arms and shrug, as if to ask if they are entertained. That fight didn't even make you break a sweat!"Ready to take me seriously now!?"The Rattlesnakes part a bit, some of them even break off from the group, moving on their horses until you are face to face with the mouse demi-human. You are only a little surprised by his low baritone out of all of the big lizardfolk present. He stops spinning his large revolver before addressing you."I recognize you now, you're that guy we left for dead. Well I'll be damned, you're still alive even after being left halfway down to Haven after with those wounds."There is a rustle behind you, the first lizard-man you punched in the face has something to say. He's ready to talk with the handgun he produced from his belt."How dare you say you've won! After all those cheap shots. Especially from your filthy wretched bi-"*PO-PO-PO-POW!!!!!*In an instant, the lizardman who was about to talk shit about Rya is dead. Looking at her, she's trained her gun near you, and it isn't smoking. Turning back to the mouse-man, he's already reloaded his big handgun and is pulling the hammer back before training it on you so you can't do anything. It dawns on you that all the other lizardmen you mollywopped are now still on the ground, bleeding from their heads or their chests. Even the other Rattlesnakes are cowed as the echo of gunshots cease, and they look to their leader, somewhat afraid. He turns to them to put them at ease."Boss' orders.">Cont.
>>2056434The mounted mouse man continues the conversation. It seems like your fighting ability has piqued his interest. You notice that there is a long chain attached to his waist, like a lasso. Is that...!"The name is Gunner Clive.Tell me, pardner, what's yours-""His name is Billy, asshole!"Rya still has her long gun trained on the handgunner. You're starting to think she isn't letting you answer yourself for some reason. It seems your friend also has the interest of the mouse. He takes his hat off in a respectful mini-bow of a gesture. The long ears on his head reveal that he is not a mouse demi-human but a rabbit! You were thrown off by his size, features and build! No wonder he's so fucking quick!"You know miss, I'm unsure why a desert flower like yourself with such an impressive talent is hanging around an brute of a human like this one o'er here. We could show you a good time if you came back to our little nest."Rya chuckles while staring down the sights of her rifle before answering the stupid question with a simple answer."Heh, Don't talk shit about my boy. He's like fucking brandy in comparison to the swill you're offering. Take that weak shit somewhere else!"You aren't sure how to feel about that complement, but at least someone is acknowledging your prowess as a man. Feels pretty good, I guess?"Well I'll be damned, she can shoot AND sass. That's quite a rare combination. The boss will be happy to see you later!"Rya currently curses some more at the rabbit demi-human. Putting his hat back on and concealing his long ears, Gunner Clive finally gives you an opportunity to get a word in."Tell me brandy-boy, are you ready to duel. You don't seem to be. Where's your gun?">Why don't we settle this with our fists?>Where is Charlotte?>What are your terms?>How about another competition?>Write In
>>2056553>>Where is Charlotte?
>>2056553>Where is Charlotte?
>>2056553First and foremost>Where is Charlotte?second>Why don't we settle this with our fists?"I already had my duel, in odds favoring you might I add, that's least you could do."
>>2056553The letter didn't say anything about guns, did it?>Who said anything about guns? You Bugs or Elmer fudd? We settle this with our fists, like men. None of that baby shit
>>2056553>>Why don't we settle this with our fists?
>>2056553>"You have to things of importance to me. Lotti, and my bat. I am going to get both back by the end of this day. Now whether or not your alive after I get them is up to you. If you keep pissing me off I will strangle you with your own damn ears. Now. Where. Are. They">Stay completely calm while saying this.>Hit him with our murder aura.
>>2056553>Where is Charlotte?GIVE BACK MY MARSHMALLOW!
>>2056597I could back this.
>>2056553I like this elf
>>2056553>>2056560>>2056565>>2056574>>2056579>>2056582>>2056597>>2056604>>2056608>Where is Charlotte?"Where's Charlotte? The message you left said that she would go free if someone wins the duel."The rabbit-man laughs at you, his youthful-looking, humanoid face makes him seem like a kid in contrast to his manly voice."Did you really think Cold would actually throw away a perfectly good ransom over a duel like that.""Why you!-"The revolver is trained on you once more. As much as you want to risk it, this guy isn't going to miss with that, and it's doubtful you'll live through a bullet to the head, especially if it penetrates the scaly natural armor of the lizardmen he slew earlier. I fucking hate gunsGunner Clive whistles with his free hand, and shortly after, the big, fluffy mayor has been dragged out into the streets by the Rattlesnakes. The men who had broken off and you had thought had ran for it have instead grabbed the only authority in town. Anyone who was watching from the safety of their homes suddenly don't feel so safe, and clam up once again. Rya is cursing under her breath, unsure of who to aim at, between Clive, and the men who have the mayor. The other Rattlesnakes have put their rifles on you and Rya as well. Fucking hell."Now, see here son, we Rattlesnakes rule over this dirtball of a town. When we left that message, we simply wanted to see if there was anyone stupid enough to try to be brave. Gotta keep the people complacent, as the boss always says. So no, I don't have your rich, fat little Tanukin. And you will duel me however I see fit. Otherwise, someone will die."While the bunch of them are lying bastards, that certainly was not a bluff. Even if you were able to survive his bullets, you aren't sure if anyone else will be as fortunate. Mayor Huckabee has just been put on the table to get shot as well now, just like that.Damn, this is fucked. At least Rya is here to threaten Clive if he does something to out of line. She's probably waiting for him to drop his guard. Needless to say, his guard is tight, considering he hasn't been shot yet."What's with that face, brandy-boy? I would happily lend you my spare if you'd like to duel me. What'll it be?">Let's go>Have Rya duel in your stead, she knows how to shoot>Suggest another type of competition instead of shooting each other>Write in
>>2056782>Let's goThrow the fucking gun at his head, then smash his face in before he can stop us.
>>2056782>>Let's go>>2056802Supporting gun throwing
>>2056802>>2056884Won't he just dodge the gun, and then shoot us with his? He's pretty dang fast, isn't he? We might be able to tank a hit and shoot him back if we're lucky, but no way we manage to throw that gun *and* hit him before he dodges and shoots.
>>2056782>Have Rya duel in your stead, she knows how to shootAsk her if she wants a piece of him. If not then>Let's go
>>2056893Bitch we are the badest motherfucking baseball player to walk this world(the fact the game doesn't exist here not withstanding), we can bean a bunny boy in the head with a small chunk of iron when we can lift tanks.
>>2056938Though this is a good compromise, let her have an option for a shot, if she doesn't take it, do the most unexpected thing ever, then beat the fucker till his ears drop into self strangling range.
>>2056782>>2056802>>2056854>>2056884>>2056986>Let's goEven against all odds, you aren't one to back down from a challenge. You're into that underdog shit."Give me your gat. Let's go."Gunner Clive smiles and whips his second revolver out with a spinning flourish. It's smaller than the other one, and you believe it has a couple fewer shots than the other revolver, but at the same time it's probably lighter. It's a handicap. He flips the handgun so that the handle is facing you.Giving him an angry look, you swipe the handgun from Clive. He tosses you the holster too after pulling it off of his person. You can see quite clearly now he has New York no Shinbatsu on his belt like a lasso. So close! He smiles confidently before dismounting. He's almost a head shorter than you when standing on the ground."Come down and meet me over here and we'll begin. Standard dueling procedure, we walk ten paces on my count-""-On my fucking count, big-ears."Rya has chimed in again, attempting to make the competitions as fair as possible."...On her count. And at the count of ten, we'll see who has the faster shot. And you! Drop your rifle! In fact, all of you drop your guns!"The elf lets out a groan and leaves her rifle behind her. The other Rattlesnakes do as their told, dropping their weapons. The men who have them mayor whip out a knife to his throat now that there's no firearm allowed to be pointed at him.Rabbit-ears has already moved to the center of town. Taking off your chain and leaving it by Rya. She stands in front of you, close enough to smell her strong liquor-breath. She gives you a hug before you go and whispers in your ear."Don't die. I refuse to use my fucking hand tonight...Mmwah!"She grabs your head roughly and gives you a sloppy, stain removing kiss on the cheek. It feels good, but it also feels like you were kissed more by a man for good luck rather than a hot elf lady with the unsavory way she did it.Now in the middle of town, it's just you and Gunner Clive. Looking down at him while he looks up at you, the two of you sheath your weapons, so that you may draw them when the time comes."Ready boys?"You stare Clive down, he seems assured in his abilities. That just pisses you off. It's time to show this ass-hat what happens to fuckers who mess with you. Gotta make an example out of him. The two of you wait for Rya's next command as she stands nearby with arms crossed.What's you're game plan?>[Intimidate] Make his gun-hand shaky.>Throw this gun at his head, while he's distracted>Outshoot him>Write In
>>2057041>[Intimidate] Make his gun-hand shaky.
>>2057041>[Intimidate] Make his gun-hand shaky>Outshoot himNever a reason to not try to unnerve him with our murderous intent.
>>2057041>[Intimidate] Make his gun-hand shaky.Lets see if we can make a new power, a power fuelled by our murder aura.>Throw this gun at his head, while he's distractedRemember to strangle him with his own ears. And we're a better thrower, we actually have training for that.
>>2057041>[Intimidate] Make his gun-hand shaky>Throw this gun at his head, while he's distractedIm surprised Billy hasn't lost his shit if he went super sayan from blackwell pronouncing his name wrong. Grand Theft Potato is at least a hundread times worse.
>>2057084But we already have killing intent.>>2057041>[Intimidate] Make his gun-hand shaky.
>>2057041>>[Intimidate] Make his gun-hand shaky.>Throw this gun at his head, while he's distracted
I hope we don't dieInb4 nat 1.potato escaped and was running into town when his bullet misses us and takes her eye before she's kidnapped add-in
>>2057041>[Intimidate] Make his gun-hand shaky>Outshoot him
>>2057041>>2057050>>2057055>>2057062>>2057091>>2057104>>2057122>>2057322>[Intimidate] Make his gun-hand shaky.>Throw this gun at his head, while he's distractedYou've decided to dick him over with a metal fastball. But first, its time to wipe that fucking smirk off of his face.Roll to intimidate. Best of seven
Rolled 49 (1d100)>>2057377
Rolled 7 (1d100)>>2057377
Rolled 43 (1d100)>>2057377
Rolled 12 (1d100)>>2057377Gonna try again!
Rolled 54 (1d100)>>2057377We're called Ogre for a reason!
>>2057384>>2057389Ignore my second roll, my captcha fucked me up
Rolled 12 (1d100)>>2057377Saving the day
>>2057400Fair enough. One more roll, Anons.
>>2057403Never mind We still have one more though!
Rolled 11 (1d100)>>2057377
Do the two 49s and two 12s at least count as something good?
Well we gave it a shot.
At least we won't die as long as we don't critfail
>>2057377>>2057383>>2057384>>2057390>>2057396>>2057398>>2057403>>2057409>>2057414>DC 70: Rolled 49 - What the fuck is wrong with me?I look down on Gunner Clive with determination, but no matter how hard I try, I can't seem to get angry enough to make my killing intent known. What the fuck is wrong with me? I have been pretty calm today, for whatever reason. Did I do anything differently? Whatever! Who cares. I'm going to fucking punch his shit in once I hurl this gun into his smug fucking face."About face!"The two of you proceed to turn, allowing your backs to face each other. Damn, I better not fuck this one up. I'm confident in my throwing arm, though. Nailing him from 20 paces away won't be hard. If I don't pull through on this one, I will die though. I don't think I can survive what looks like a 50. round to the chest."One!"Rya is counting for you, and on you for that matter. Thank goodness she's here as moral support right now. Even though her reasons for wanting you to stay alive are less than noble, it fills you with a little more resolve."Two!"Another step forward. You reflect on the events that have unfolded to get you here. It's time to fuck this guy up and get Charlotte back! Gonna beat this chucklefucks ass!"Three!"Strength check to throw the gun hard. Best of seven.Tough luck on those rolls. Better luck this time.
Rolled 23 (1d100)>>2057498There's no room for error this time!
Rolled 22 (1d100)>>2057498
>>2057498Pls oh dicegods.I will sacrifice anything
>>2057522>>2057528Oh no, dice gods why?! What do you have against us?!
>>2057498we can do it!!
>>2057498Just think his bunny face is that teacher that putted in detention last time.
Rolled 67 (1d100)>>2057535Fuck
Rolled 3 (1d100)>>2057538forgot to roll
Rolled 33 (1d100)>>2057498Uh i fucked up the roll some how.
Rolled 98 (1d100)
Rolled 64 (1d100)>>2057546here we go now y'all
>>2057554You are the dicegods' chosen and we are grateful!
>>2057554Pls knock his head offThe elf is going to be telling her children about this one
>>2057560Something good had to come out of it after all my horrible rolls. Doesn't make up for causing this mess, but Imma do my best to atone.
>>2057569The great dice giveth and the great dice taketh away
>>2057586A great quote to put in the book of Dicism.
>>2057377Whelp, seems like our story ends here!
>>2057586>>2057616>>2057747In all honesty it seems that we are only cursed when we dont rely on brute strength combined with bullshit.
>>2057498>>2057522>>2057528>>2057545>>2057546>>2057549>>2057554>>2057556DC 75: Rolled 98 - CHARLOTTE!!!!!"Four!"You wonder if your underling is alright. Until now, you had been so focused on getting her back, you hadn't even considered what they might have done to her. They certainly wouldn't kill her, making her a hostage an all, but a number of things could have been done to make the poor little thing miserable!"Five!"What if they bullied her? Called her fat? Pulled on her tail? Put their hands on her? Made her cry? Starved her? R-!"Si-!?"Without thinking, your foot turns around on a dime as Rya announces the next number loudly. Making for a quick wind-up before letting loose with all your strength and speed the gun flies in a straight line towards Gunner Clive's head. You imagine you're trying to make a 5-4-3 triple play, which necessitates throwing speed and accuracy above all else. Nobody sees it coming!Even though you've caught everyone flatfooted, Clive does attempt to react, clearly able to detect something flying at him at high speed. His quick wits do not end up rewarding him however, your Saturday Night Special fastball was just thrown way too hard!He turns only to eat gun with his eye, the edge of the handgun beaning him where the hammer lies. His own revolver discharges twice into the air ineffectually as he's bowled over."CHARLOTTE!!!!!"Now frenzied, you are easily able to cover the handful of yards between you in about two steps. You don't take very large steps unless you're about to throw down, making your paces not very long. So between the two of you, there wasn't that much distance. Tackling Clive to the ground hard, the two of you slid farther than you just ran over the sand floor."Holy shit!""Well I'll be damned!""Clive!"Wresting control of Clive's weapon, I punch him in the face, and his eight-chamber revolver flies from his hand when I jerk his wrist. I really through that gun hard. Not only did I take his eye out, but I've broken the orbital bone that hold it up as well. Might has well have taken that chunk of his face off. But that's not important right now. This guy needs to pay. They all do!"This is for making fun of my hair, dipshit!!!"Headbutting Clives face in causes him to let out a pathetic moan as you smash his oversized front teeth in along with his nose. You follow up with more pummeling.Gunshots ring out, but you're to into brutalizing the rabbit man right now to care. Blow after blow into his face with your knuckles are punctuated by several complaints from you about the previous events that landed you here."...And this is for stabbing me!Shooting me...Trampling me...Jacking all my shit...Leaving me to die!..."You've all but destroyed gunner Clive. There's nothing left of his face now but an unrecognizable pulp. It's time to let loose the final blow! Going to his belt, you rip Shinbatsu off and raise it over your head with the fat end down.>Cont.
>>2057806Shit son, he got rekt
>>2057806"AND THIS IS FOR CHARLOTTE!!!!!"Screaming like an animal, you take the bat and drive it right through his skull as if it were a flag and his face was the surface of the moon after landing on it. Blood spurts a bit from the impact as you crush his head in with impunity. Inspecting the red smear you've left, that's the end of Gunner Clive. He won't be shooting anymore now.Getting up after appreciating your work, you look to find that the mayor is safe, Rya is looting some of the Rattlesnakes she shot dead, and the rest of the Bandits are nowhere to be seen.There is a silence as everyone notices you've gotten up after crushing someones head beneath your bat. Everyone who had barred their doors earlier in fear now.Mayor Huckabee finds the courage to run over and pick you up with his bear-like arms."You did it! Billy the Kid!"Wait. No. That's the wrong, it's Billy the-Your angry thoughts are drown out by the cheers of onlooking townies as they celebrate their victory over the Rattlesnakes."Great job kid, you ran those bastards out of town like a bunch of pussy-ass faggots when you popped that losers head like a fucking melon!"Rya acknowledges your violent fury with praise. Thanks?The townspeople have flood into the once empty streets. They're all trying to drag you to the Saloon to celebrate the victory. You stop them short by hollering over their cheers, to which they shut up immediately to respect their terrifying, violent savior."HOLD UP!!!"You are put down, but not with out a slew of curses from Rya, who was looking forward to being dragged to her personal church. Raising Shinbatsu to rest on your shoulder once again, where it belongs when you aren't clubbing somebody to death with it, you announce to everyone your next step in saving your beloved underling."Now it's Cassidy's turn to get his head smashed in!"_____________________________________________________________________________________________________That's it for tonight. I'll be back at 1:00PM EST tomorrow. Thanks for participating. Look forward to seeing you all there.
>>2057910This was faaaaaaantastic.Thanks for running
>>2057806Let's keep clides guns, as trophies.Both of them. Who knows when theyll come in handy, maybe out elf can give us some tipsNever hurts to have an ace down your pants
>>2057910Dam Billy. Great run Truck see you later.
>have gun>throw itTruly impressive
>>2057910I just realized>Exotic Woman>Drinks alot>Overtly sexual>Has abnormally focused interest in BillyRya is just Shara in a disguise isn't it......How long until she poofs into a Djinn and says "See baby, we are meant for each other, no matter what form I take you keep being drawn to me!">Inb4 Shara is literally the only woman Billy ever sleeps with>Inb4 Billy sleeps with dozens of women or so he thinks>Inb4 Shara chuckling in slutese
>>2058375Nah Oni waifu for life. But i guess is more likely we manage to make a meteorite Kanabo.
>>2057910After a great deal of complaining, you allow Rya to horde up on drinks before you head up north. Hopefully those cowards left a trail or something.Taking your time to inspect the bodies of the rustlers that were killed, you manage to scrounge up a little something from the guys Rya completely salvage. You got a vouple of weapons and some pocket change. She probably didn't want them.>Obtained: 173G>Obtained: Knuckledusters: Okay>Obtained: Big Knife: PoorThere's a snork and a hiccup. Rya has returned out of the Saloon and is stumbling a bit now."Alright. I'm good! Let's go."She still isn't as bad as she was the previous night, but she getting there. How the fuck is she supposed to shoot straight if she'a already wobbling. Shit! Strangely enough, she's looking a little more...er...busty than usual as she wobbles about."Jesus woman, can't you lay of the damned bottle? You can't even walk! We haven't even gotten out of town you drunk!"Rya isn't utterly pissed off like she was the last night. She's actually quite jovial after getting some, it seems."I don't need to walk straight, that's what I have you for kiddo! Now let's get going already. I still have to kick 'Loras' ass when we find him! Need to...get on that shit already!"She bumps her body into to you and leans her slight frame as she grabs your arm affectionately. You have half a mind to throw her back into the Saloon and abandon her ass. Is this what having a reckless, alcoholic nee-chan is like? Hopefully not! This is not some kind disgusting, incestuous eroge your people have unfortunately become known for...Having a sister would probably suck! Thank goodness you don't!Dismissing your strange thoughts, the two of you walk out of town. Rya whips some of the spoils she collected out. The first one is a gun, which she had stuffed down the front of her shirt."Here, I thought you might want this! Wha-Oops!"She drops the handgun, to which you make a quick save in response to her fucking up. It's Gunner Clive's spare, which is now broken around the sight after you pegged him in the face as hard as you could with it. You were surprised that worked, until you realize you essentially cheated to win that duel with that premature play you made.>Obtained: Clives Spare Revolver: Broken"Isn't this great!? The Winter Solstice came early!!"She waves around a Clive's main-hand gun in a way that makes you feel uncomfortable and very unsafe. So that's why her chest looked bigger...Getting her to relax and helping her walk until she's a little more sober, you can't help but get a bad feeling as you stride across the shitty wasteland northbound, to where the Rattlesnake hideout had been estimated to be.Roll to walk the wastes. Taking the first roll.
>>2058611>This is not some kind disgusting, incestuous eroge>implying
Rolled 76 (1d100)>>2058615forgot the roll
>>2058617Shouldn't be too bad
>>2058611>>2058615>>2058617>>2058622>Rolled 76: Some hooftracks, but not much else.Rya is already bouncing back from her mild drunkenness, deciding to hold her liquor in again. She's still leaning on you, enjoying the company only a big strong man could give her, much to your chagrin.Before you shove her off and chastise her for using you like this, you notice there is an erratic set of hoof-prints in the sand. That's gotta be the Rattlesnakes who fled from town."Ohh! Thats a good sign! Those shitheads are probably headed that-a-way."You are fortunate there's no wind to kick up the ground and cover the Rattlesnake's tracks. Maybe you'll be able to find where you need to go with this lead...There is a quiet between the two of you as you continue down the desolate path. Maybe it's a good time to to ask Rya some questions and become less of an ignorant fuckhead?>Tell me about this desert>How old are you, really?>Tell me more about this Kaeloras.>Tell me more about The Rift>Write in
>>2058641ASK EVERYTHING>Tell me about this desert>How old are you, really?>Tell me more about this Kaeloras.>Tell me more about The Rift
>>2058641>Tell me more about this Kaeloras.it's impolite to ask a girl her age, mother taught us that much.
>>2058641>>Tell me more about this Kaeloras.
>>2058641>Tell me about this desert>Other: "Tell about the forest and why would someone such as the Kelolas leave it? You would think that he would at least leave the pen, so your home wouldn't be in danger."
>>2058648She's old enough. We don't really need to know more. Also i don't think Billy would care about her age.
>>2058663Exactly, no need to ask unnecessary questions
>>2058647This tbqh fampai
>>2058641>>2058647>>2058648>>2058655>>2058661>Tell me more about this Kaeloras.You briefly think about asking about Rya's age as a conversation starter, but get some sense about you and forget about it. Your mother taught you better. Hopefully the mentioning of her friend is a better topic? Who is this Kaeloras anyways.When you ask about the elusive elf-guy she talks about all the time, Rya squeezes you extra tight, showing that she has a very special, complicated relationship with the missing fairy-man."Kaeloras is a fucking dumbass, a weirdo and a nerd! I don't even know why I'm looking for him!"After getting the swears out of her system, she describes Kaeloras to you, but not without plenty of sass.According to Rya, Kaeloras is an elf, from the so-called Duvali Forest beneath the mountain range of the same name. Kaeloras had become a gifted with magic and a scholar. The elves had done everything they could to teach him the mystical arts so that he could be as powerful as possible. Apparently, the burden was too much on him. As a result he isolated himself from everyone as much as possible, not wanting to be saddled with the weighty duty placed on him by the fey people. He didn't fit in well as a result. She knows him well, due to being his childhood friend. She didn't fit in well with her people either, for not being very elf-like. Which explains a lot."So you're saying he was picked on because he was special?""No dumbass! He doesn't put effort into anything! That dick is never on time, he takes forever to get back to us, and he's always disappearing! Seriously, he's got no sense of fucking obligation. Everytime I yell at him it's always the same excuse about the fucking rift! Without him, nobody would be able to live in the Red Divide. He has one job. ONE JOB!!"The elf girl gets into a tizzy about Kaeloras. He's suppose to manipulate the weather just enough with his power that people can actually live in this part of wasteland by making it rain and keep the forest alive, so the elves can continue surviving while so close to the desert. For a long time now, Kaeloras has holed himself up in a tower in this direction, within the Duvali mountains. He wastes his time studying the phenomenon that is "The Rift", which pisses off all the elves, of course."He's obsessed. It would be nice if that good-for nothing bastard could get out once in a while. And do his damned job, of course. That asshole's been focusing on all the weird shit that comes out of The Rift for way too damned long. Personally, I think it's driven him insane! Ugh!!!"You leave it at that and work on tracking the evidence that the Rattlesnakes where here.The two of you continue to go deeper through the Red Divide. You keep your eyes peeled for any other interesting shit that might be around, like a damned hideout. Better stay alert before you ask another question.Roll to continue through the wastes. Taking the first roll again.
Rolled 76 (1d100)>>2058732
>>2058745That's some luck eh?
Rolled 65 (1d100)>>2058732So we got shinbatsu back right? You said it was on clives hip
>>2058732>>2058741The two of you continue through the desert. The weather is pretty good now, and Rya has decided to use her own damned legs now, instead of weighing you down. Finally.Staying alert, you aren't able to see anything that poses a threat. Has your gut been wrong? The two of you continue, with the mountain range to your right.Rya yawns and turning towards her, you notice something in the distance. From here, it looks like a big rock, but way darker. It has a dull gleam in the harsh sunlight as it's form flickers in the empty horizon.Now what? You can keep chatting up the pretty lady next to you to kill more time.>Ask about the Red Divide>Check out the object in the distance>There are elves, where are the dwarves?>Tell me more about the Rift>Write in
>>2058806>>Check out the object in the distance>>There are elves, where are the dwarves?
>>2058806>>There are elves, where are the dwarves?I find Billy's obscession with dwarves quite funny
>>2058806>Check out the object in the distance>There are elves, where are the dwarves?There has to be dwarves somewhere in this godforsaken world.
>>2058806>There are elves, where are the dwarves?Guys let's keep focused on the tracks.>inb4 it's our metworite in the distance.
>>2058806>>Ask about the Red Divide
>>2058806>>2058811>>2058814>>2058825>>2058870>There are elves, where are the dwarves?>Check out the object in the distanceYou manage to convince Rya to go take a look at that foreign object in the distance. She allows it, but teases and bothers you on the way there for making her walk more than she has to. Gotta distract her.You refuse to believe that there's a world with elves and no dwarves, even after Charlotte had no idea about them when you asked. Dwarves are a badass, manly fantasy race, and elves are weak and gay. Fuck that shit, where the fuck are the bitter little dudes that dig?"So there are elves, where are the dwarves? There can't be elves without dwarves!"Rya looks at you like you're crazy for a moment, and then bursts into knee slapping laughter, just like she did when she tricked you."Hahaha! Hoho! Ha! WEW! I haven't heard anyone other than elves mention fuck-all about stunties in at least two-hundred years! Holy shit!"Rya states that there used to be dwarves living in the mountains nearby, leading to a healthy rivalry between them and her people. That all changed when The Rift began acting up more than usual long ago. She hasn't seen a dwarf since. Apparently the two races are experiencing a mild case of existence failure, making them both very few in number, as far as she knows anyways. Rya wipes the laugh-induced tears from her eyes."Honestly, the chances you'll ever meet one of those midget-men are slim to none, as far as I know anyways. It's too bad, I kind of miss busting their balls. They were the best drinking buddies ever!"Son of a bitch! There really are no dwarves! What kind of sick fantasy world is this that there are only shitty elves left? Fuck!Any thoughts about fantastic creatures are halted after finally getting close enough to see what that big object you had seen earlier was. You wouldn't believe it if you hadn't seen it with your own eyes.It is a big, boxy hunk of metals, plastics and rubber. Lights adorn the nose, right above a toothy grill, filled with dust, just like every other crevice of the machine. It has clearly seen better days, having all of it's fragile parts and surfaces smashed in, and partially submerged with the hood sticking out of the sandy ground, a little more than bent out of shape."Hmm? What is this?"It's a truck!Shivers go down your spine as you remember your last experience in the real world. What the hell is a big old truck doing here?"Whats wrong kid? Are you alright?">Ask if Rya knows anything about this>Fuck this. I doubt anybody here will know about this. Charlotte is more important than a Truck.>Inspect it>Write In
>>2058965Try to drive it to charlotte
>>2058965>Fuck this. I doubt anybody here will know about this. Charlotte is more important than a Truck.It's just a mirage.
>>2058965typical QM self-insert>Inspect it
>>2058965>Inspect itSwear to god if it has a Billy shaped dent I'm going to flip.
>>2058965>>2058976>>2058978>>2058990>>2059016>>2059081>>2059106>>2059152>Inspect it"Hey, where the hell are you going!?"Jumping onto the truck is easy enough. It's deep enough in the ground that it doesn't move when you stand on it. Taking a quick look at the license plate shows that it's not the truck that cut you down. It has "The Golden State" etched into the bottom of the faded and almost unreadable plate. It's not unhelpful, you wouldn't have been able to tell where it was from by the make of the vehicle, which is unrecognizable anyways.Jumping back down, you try to get inside of the surprisingly intact door to the driver's side, which is a tight fit due to the way the entrance has been warped. It's locked. Pulling the tab through the nonexistent window and popping into the driver's side after a couple of pulls, you look to the aged dashboard and find a set of keys as you sit down. They're still in the ignition. Score! ...FUCK!Turning the keys rewards you with resistance, and overcoming that causes them to break them off in the ignition. The engine doesn't even make a peep anyways. Even if the car was semi-operational, it's been here long enough to not have any gas left, or any of the necessary other fluids most likely. Damn it!It would have been nice to mow some shit down in a big-ass truck! Monsters wouldn't stand a chance!"Oh. I supposed to come in too, right?""...Ehhhhh...?"You give Rya an incredulous look as she prepares to squeeze in with you. She's able to easily get in due to her slim figure and flexible body. The problem is, now your pinned under her waifish, but still respectably round rump. You idiot! How could you let her do that! Now you're stuck!"I mean, it's clearly a place where a guy and a girl make love! Why else would it have two seats this close and shit! This is the right amount of space for lovers to be close and have enough room to move around...and then your supposed to close the door and lock fuckers out! Like this! Oh! you can put your drinks in here too. Cool!...Okay, let me scoot over....Ready kid? Let's "Yara" that "Naika" real quick! I need a break anyways...""No, you dumb bitch!...!?...SHI'NE!!! Now I have to kick the door out or something!"Lock or no lock, you can't open the door now after she slammed it shut. Stupid elf! She's not completely wrong about it being a mini-lovemaking room, but now is not the time for that! Damn you! You're locked in with her now, and the only way out is blocked.Before you manage to escape through now-broken windshield, there's a lot of yelling, cursing, and kicking while your bodies are constantly on top of each other. Rya continues attempting to convince you to hook up in the front seats as you both struggle to get around each other and you focus on trying to get out. Enough of this bullshit! It's time to get Charlotte back! Roll to continue through the Red Divide. Taking the first roll.>>2059106Nah. I ain't sorry.
Rolled 58 (1d100)>>2059194
Rolled 92 (1d100)>>2059194
>>2059194>>2059201>Rolled 58 - Finally found it!"I think that's it!"Rya whispers loudly next to you as both of you study a large, ruined area at the base of the mountains from the safety of a conveniently placed rock. Judging by the firelight coming out of the broken gaps in the walls, there's no doubt in your mind that this is the place."Alright kid, what's the plan?"There are some humanoid silhouettes in the distance made by the light, now that it's darkened a bit. You need to get in and grab your girl and get out.How should we do this. Going in guns-a-blazing would be the go-to strategy if it wasn't for the fact that your little marshmallow was at their mercy...>Go in guns-a-blazing anyways>Rya, distract them and meet me inside>I'll distract them, get inside and I'll meet you there>Let's go around to the mountains and try to get in from the other side>Cover me while I go in>Write In
>>2059227>>Cover me while I go inOnly shoot if im in deep shitLets become Solid Snake
>>2059227>Rya, distract them and meet me insideShe distracts then, we climb on a window or something.
>>2059227>Cover me while I go in