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Last time on EDQ, we went underground, talked to the kobolds who didn't want an alliance, learned they are basically the Not!Romans, with a little bit of having a scottish accent and annoying Bessie/Horny, also known as Chrysoula, our second head's wife.

It's been four hours since you got in the crammed up car that the Legate gave you, complete with a driver. You could barely stand it, as it was way too hot, and Chrysoula kept complaining... Along with you being tired, and eventually you asked the kind kobold driver to pull over. And you made camp for the night, as the kobold driver apparently took a bundle of sticks out from his truck and lit a small fire, which you partially dislike, but that's just you. Chrysoula however, is pleased to not be literally crammed into the back of the car, and instead is stretching.

"...Why can't they just make cars bigger? For Alexander's sake, it's like they want me to suffer."

"I'd ask the same thing of the humans on the surface, but I don't think they can make a car that is sixty-four stories."

"Was that supposed to be a joke?"

"It's a better joke then that nickname you tried to give me... Dick, was it?"

"I can't think of anything better, damn it."

"Oh, I know Bessie. I know."

"...By the Gods, I hope you suffer." She mutters.

"Right."

"So, what exactly is the plan with these kobolds anyways? It doesn't seem like they want to be your friend too badly. And now we're helping them against the Dwarves."

Actions.

>Well, I just wanted them to stop expanding towards the dwarves, and I don't think the dwarves needed more land.
>I'd like an alliance. It means I don't have to cover more ground.
>Don't worry. After a few more conquests on the surface I'll get to them...
>I don't know shit about infrastructure or where their towns are. How are supposed to conquer a empire if we don't know where their shit is?
>Have you seen my empire? It's barely standing on four legs.
>Well... I was intending for my personal religion to spread down here and make them worship me like a god.
>...I just don't really feel like conquering more people.
>Write-In
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Bumping
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One more bump anons.
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>>652690
>>652529
>>652349
Can you do the spanish conquistadors quest where we were the scot in the new land?
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>>652349
>Don't worry. After a few more conquests on the surface I'll get to them...
Finally got here at the start!
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I missed threads 24-29 and they aren't on suptg. Where could I find them?
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>>652818
I didn't realize that anyone was archiving them for about 5 threads since Hare is ded, and a new anon might be archiving or not. Trying to figure out how to archive to avoid losing threads for all eternity.

>>652805
Planning to after this thread, can't believe it fucking took me a month after I started it to post another thread of it.
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>>652836
K, I really don't like the dragon quest, since it's too much autism for me. But'll drop in for the Conquistador.

I feel I like more down to earth quests, that we're weak instant of a powerful dragon. So I don't be partaking in this quest. Hope you find readers
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I'll be here for a few hours hopefully
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>>652883
Thanks anon.

"Oh, don't worry about it. After a few more conquests we'll get these guys."

"Who said I was worried? I was just surprised."

"I bet you were, though. Probably wondering of my master plan?"

"...No, not really."

"It's a good plan, I assure you."

"That's good, I suppose."

"Yeah. Now, are you done stretching?"

"If it gets me back in that car, no."

"I'll assume yes then."

"...Give me five minutes."

"Got it."

A minute or two later, Chrysoula asks you another question.

"So it's your goal to conquer Europe?"

"Well, the world really. It's slow but it's happening."

"Why?"

"Wouldn't you like to rule the world? Countless servants, having a population which serves only you..."

"Sounds like your a little bit of a megalomaniac."

"You forgot how I'm trying to get people to worship me and whatnot. Eventually I'll surpass the gods in power..." You let loose an evil laugh, refined thanks to a little bit of service to Khorne, and your background in science.

"So uh, Good luck?"

"I don't need luck... But thank you."

"Aren't you worried a god will try to stop you or something?"

"Really? I'm probably the strongest creature in this dimension. I bet I could conquer everyone without even trying."

"Ren, I think you're overestimating your abilities."

"What? I've destroyed an entire city by eating it and burning it to the ground. How am I overestimating my abilities?"

"I'm fairly sure someone would come up with a missile or something to prevent you from... Wait, did you say you ate an entire city?"

"Not important. What are you saying?"

"Have you considered that there might be countermeasures in case you attack?"

Actions.

>Laugh. She's hilarious.
>...If there are, why wouldn't they of used them already?
>How would you counter me? I'm a big fucking dragon. Rest in peace anyone else.
>By the way, for the record my religion is a religion of peace.
>...By the way, I am not a megalomaniac.
>Can you admit the world would at least be a better place under my glorious rule?
>Come on, let's get back in the car...
>Write-In
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>>652950
>Laugh. She's hilarious
Don't you love it when weak mortals think they can stand against you?
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>>652950
>...If there are, why wouldn't they of used them already?
>How would you counter me? I'm a big fucking dragon. Rest in peace anyone else.
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You start laughing. She's silly, thinking mortals can actually fight, let alone even muster up the courage to flee before you.

"What's so funny?"

"I-It's nothing... I-it's just hilarious that you mortals think you can defeat ME of all people." You wipe a tear from your eye. That was a good laugh.

"Seriously?"

"C-come on. Maybe back when I was a fledgling who could barely take out the Finnish Army, but now?! I am more powerful then you ever will be!" You let out another laugh.

"So uh, how did you get that eyepatch?"

You stop laughing

"...The only mortal who could actually beat me. A Finnish sniper called the White Death."

"Wait, really?"

"I could of died if I wasn't lucky. That man is the one man who could of actually killed me."

"...Seriously?"

"Yeah. I thank the gods that he works for me now."

"Right..."

"But seriously, if there are countermeasures to me, why haven't any mortals used them?"

"What if they target your wings or eyes? Those seem vulnerable and rather big."

"...That's true. But that takes a lot of firepower. And I'm a huge fucking dragon, there's few counters to that."

"But you expect people not to have come up with countermeasures."

"What would seriously counter me?"

"A nuke?"

"...That's... Actually, yeah. That could damage me. But it would be hard to nuke me."

"They could give you a poison or a disease that only harms you?"

"That would cost millions."

"I'm just saying."

"Anyways, why don't we get back to the surface?"

"Honestly, is it alright to be slightly concerned that you want to become a god?"

"Just a little."

"Good. So uh, I'm sort of curious. Why exactly do you have slaves?"

"Don't you have them in Sparta?"

"Well... Yes. I'm just curious on why you do. You could just pay servants."

Actions.

>...It's a dragon thing. I wouldn't look into it as much.
>Occassionally I crush someone or need someone to brush my teeth while in dragon form. And it costs a lot less to crush, accidentally dissolve, eat, or otherwise kill a slave than a servant.
>Well, I plan on getting rid of my servants and just replacing them with an army of slaves... My mom would love that. She loves slaves, you know?
>That's... True. But slavery is the lifeblood of being a dragon. And also they're good for property values.
>I was planning to abolish it once mom left, yeah.
>...Eh, maybe in the future I'll just have the planet as slaves. Have you read 1984?
>Write-In
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>>653080
>Other
>Slavery just gives the proper image you know? Powerful tyrant, no-one can defeat me kind of stuff.
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"Eh, Slavery just gives me the proper image, you know? Powerful, all conquering tyrant, no one can defeat me, that sort of thing."

"I can barely see where the ego begins and where it ends. It's nearly all-encompassing."

"Wow, thanks. You mortals actually do have weak egos in my opinion... But that's just me."

"I see. Well, why don't we get back into the car?"

"Sure thing."

After a few more hours of the kobold driving, your let out around the entrance where you came in a day ago. You wave to the driver and begin walking towards the gatehouse.

"Anyways, have you ever tasted Italian food? I mean, it's not really anything compared to butter, but it's a good change of pace."

"..I uh, mostly just eat Greek food. Salad, that sort of thing."

"Oh man, you're missing out. Try some butter some time. It goes good with everything."

"What's with you and butter?"

You naturally flex at this question.

"It's how I get my muscles."

"Come on, my muscles are better then your muscles."

"Seriously? You want to show off?"

"Yeah. Because I do have bigger muscles."

"Come on, Bessie. How wo-"

She begins to flex, and you note that the two of you actually have equal muscles.

"We're about equal."

"No, I'm fairly sure mine are bigger."

"Nope. We're equal."

"Then again, I have been out of shape... Let's just start getting back before someone questions why the two of us are flexing."

"...Flexing is fun though, Bessi-"
She grabs you and dangles you from your dwarven beard. Goddamn it...

Eventually after being dangled for a few minutes you come to the gatehouse and talk to the Legate for a bit, until your let loose into the underground.

"For the record, I have bigger muscles."

"We have equal, damn it..."

"Anyways, where are we going?"

Actions.

>Let's just head home, ok?
>...Let's see if we can head down to France. Didn't the ambassador say there's Skaven down there?
>Let's hunt down some Drow!
>...So uh, I sort of need to go down to France and go into a different dimension to see how my brother's doing. Want to come along?
>Write-In
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>>653080
>>653118
+1
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>>653159
>...So uh, I sort of need to go down to France and go into a different dimension to see how my brother's doing. Want to come along?
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"So uh, I sort of need to go down to France and go into a different dimension to see how my brother's doing. Want to come along?"

"...What the fuck?"

"Don't believe me, do you?"

"Well... Yes?"

"Either way, you coming or not?"

"Well... I'd rather just get back home. I have things to do."

Actions.

>Come on, exploring another dimension? With me? And Flames? It's fun!
>Suit yourself. I'm going anyways, I'll meet you back at Stockholm.
>...What things do you have to do?
>Write-In
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>>653368
>Come on, exploring another dimension? With me? And Flames? It's fun!
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"Come on... Exploring another dimension? With me? And Flames? It's fun!"

She sighs slightly.

"...I hope it doesn't take long then. Come on, let's get going..."

Roll me a 1d20+2 for fortunes.
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>>653498
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Fuck
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Rolled 12 + 2 (1d20 + 2)

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Rolled 4, 9 = 13 (2d20)

>>653498
Trying my luck
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12+2=14

Failure!

On the way to Paris, after a week of traveling underground and living off the remaining rations, you find that you're encroaching on Skaven territory, and to boot the caverns become smaller and denser, barely allowing any comfort... And most importantly, little defense to ambushes.

Actions.

>...You'll go through the Skaven territory. It's the fastest way to Paris, though the riskest.
>Fuck this, you'll go back to the Dwarven mountainhomes and fly back. This could take a long time however...
>Double fuck this, you'll burrow your way to Paris. Be warned that this could cause some serious damage to Paris if you fuck it up, though it'll be somewhat fast.
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>>653655
Just fucking burrow. Who cares about Paris anyway.
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You decide to burrow to Paris.

Roll me a 1d20+2 to see how much damage you cause to Paris.
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>>653737
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Rolled 5 + 2 (1d20 + 2)

I am the worst at this
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Rolled 17 + 2 (1d20 + 2)

>>653737
Rolling to save paris
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Rolled 15 + 2 (1d20 + 2)

>>653737
Kk
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17+2=19

Good Success!

All your burrowing does is cut off electricity to a few houses and cause one unlucky homeowner to be below sea level, along with causing a slight lean on the Eiffel Tower and rupturing the ground around it, most likely giving groundskeepers a headache. Over all, you deal jackshit in damage to Paris. Wew.

After a little while you come to the Catacombs in France, and you shift down and begin to wander through it with Chrysoula...

Roll me a 1d20+2 for fortunes.
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Rolled 17 + 2 (1d20 + 2)

>>653861
Ya boi with the lucky rolls...
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17+2=19

Great Success!

The trip through the catacombs is... Uneventful. Chrysoula remarks that it smells like a sewer, and eventually the two of you get around to the place where that damned portal is... But you notice that there's some Skaven guards around it. About four ugly damned rats wielding rifles, and patrolling around the portal room. Some banners seem to be waving around the portal room, probably that of a Skaven clan.

"So uh, what the hell are we going to do?" Chrysoula says, as the two of you lean in from the doorway...

Current Form: Dwarven Form

Actions.

>...What else? We're going to charge in there and assault the rats with our fists! FOR SCOTLAND!
>...Why don't you go in and show me how a Minotaur takes care of some rats?
>Hold on, let's smoke them out... Shapeshift into your dragon form.
>...Maybe we can talk with them?
>You'll ambush them while I insult them with some traditional Sccottish insults!
>Write-In
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>>653937
>Hold on, let's smoke them out... Shapeshift into your dragon form.
If the portal won't be damaged from it. If it will be:
>...Why don't you go in and show me how a Minotaur takes care of some rats?
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"Hold on, let's smoke them out..."

You begin shifting into your human sized dragon form and get ready to breathe some fire.

Roll me a 1d20+5 for how effective a flamethrower is in close quarters.
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Rolled 2 + 5 (1d20 + 5)

>>654018
It's not the flames, its the sudden lack of breathable air. Although that might apply for Chrys as well.
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Rolled 2 + 5 (1d20 + 5)

>>654018
Come on Rngesus don't fail me now
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2+5=7

Great Failure!

You unleash a mighty bout of... Smoke.

"Goddamn it..."

"That's it? Seriously?"

"Flames, work damn it!"

"That's all I had!"

The Skaven turn their attention towards you and start coming towards you.

"Don't worry, I got this."

"Hang on, I can get this to work..."

Chrysoula charges out there!

Roll me a 1d20+7 to see how effective Chrysoula is against rats.
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Rolled 2 + 7 (1d20 + 7)

>>654092
They're rats, they can't be too hard.
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Allowing samefagging on this roll.
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Rolled 8 + 7 (1d20 + 7)

Yea boi!
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Rolled 20 + 2 (1d20 + 2)

>>654092
Let's try not to die against a bunch of rats. Imagine the impact on our credibly I'd being unstoppable.
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>>654195
I am actually a god.
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Critical Success!

Chrysoula rushes into the room, picks up a Skaven by the tail, starts swinging it around into a fucking wall, and it explodes into giblets. The rest of the Skaven seem... Terrified by her smashing one of their friends into a bloody explosion, and she stomps on one of the skaven's head, exploding it. They begin to retreat but she charges with her horns, impaling one of them on her horns, and she brutally kicks the last skaven into the portal, while you hear a sickening crack of it's neck being broken.

"OH YEAH! ANYONE FUCKING ELSE!?" she yells to no one in particular... You come from the doorway.

Actions.

>That's... Another way of clearing out a bunch of skaven.
>Come on, we still have plenty more on the other side. A lot more then you can handle.
>...So uh, is it safe to say I should stop calling you Bessie?
>You did good work, Bessie. Now, come on.
>Don't get too excited. They were just Skaven.
>Write-In
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>>654268
>That's... Another way of clearing out a bunch of skaven.
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"Well... That's certainly another way of clearing out a bunch of Skaven."

"Yeah... Yeah. That felt good. So we're going through the portal now?"

"Yep. There's a lot more Skaven on the other side however."

"If they're like this bunch, then there's not really a problem."

"...Well, they're probably better armed. Oh, and you have a dead skaven stuck on your horns."

"Oh. Right." She tries to remove the dead Skaven from her horns.

"Want help?"

"No, I got it..." She slides the skaven off and the corpse flops the floor.

"Well, let's go through it then!"

"Got it."

You go through the portal...

Roll me a 2d2 anons.
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Rolled 2, 2 = 4 (2d2)

>>654378
Rolling a 2d2
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The two of you end up in the same dimension, and you see a... Huge horde of Skaven in front of you. Oh, and you seem to be stepping in dead Skaven. That's nice. The cave seems to be wet, as there's practically water everywhere... Luckily you and Chrysoula seem to be in a dry spot.

"Ren? That's a LOT of Skaven."

"Really? I couldn't tell."

The skaven begin to point rifles at you... And seem to be pissed off. There seems to be about seventy of them, great.

"...Can you turn into a larger dragon and stomp on them?"

"Are you crazy? By the time I start doing that they'll just shoot me and you!"

Actions.

>...Shit, maybe they understand surrender?
>...There's one way out, and that's to go deeper! Grab Chrysoula and start digging!
>It's the best chance you got! Become larger!
>Hold on, you haven't tried fire yet! Breathe fire!
>...What happens if you cast a spell? (Cast Spell)
>...Pheromones!
>Well, you don't really need an eyepatch... Take it off.
>...Khorne? You there?
>Write-In
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>>654448
>Well, you don't really need an eyepatch... Take it off.
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>>654448
>>...Pheromones!
Fear pheromones. Make them want to run away.
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Rolled 2 (1d2)

Rolling.

1=Rage!
2=Pheromones!
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Roll me a 1d20+4 to scare them. Additional +2 if you can do a good threat.
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Rolled 17 + 4 (1d20 + 4)

>>654561
"Hah, rifles! It will take more to kill me!"
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17+4+2=23

Good Success!

"Really? Rifles? You expect that to take down a dragon!? It will take more then that to kill me!"

Your fear pheromone spreads out throughout the Skaven, and they seem a little distracted, some lower their rifles and turn away. You doubt anyone would actually notice if you grew just a little...

Actions.

>...Idea, what if you continue making them afraid of you, and grew slowly? That would make anyone turn tail and run. (Intimidation)
>Just grow silently. No need for attention.
>Motion for Chrysoula to sock one in the face. Maybe they'll get the idea to leave you and your companion alone.
>...Wait, a pool of water? Rats? Conductivity? Science!? Shock bolt! (Evocation)
>...More pheromones! Double the dosage!
>Cast a spell.
>Write-In
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>>654958
>>...Idea, what if you continue making them afraid of you, and grew slowly? That would make anyone turn tail and run. (Intimidation)
Sounds like a plan QM.
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Roll me a 1d20+10. Samefagging allowed.
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Rolled 12 + 10 (1d20 + 10)

20 here i come!
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Rolled 15 + 10 (1d20 + 10)

>>655120
There is no god like the dice gods!
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15+10=22

Great Success!

You begin shifting slowly... The Skaven don't really notice until they see a shadow looming overhead, and they turn to see you.

"Boo."

The Skaven turn to flee while you stomp on a handful of them, and Chrysoula seems a little shaken up.

"Something wrong?"

"N-No. Just feels a little chilly."

"Oh, sorry. Sometimes being around me can cause bouts of lust and fear."

You turn around and breathe a short bit of ice breath towards the Skaven, freezing a few solid. That'll teach those pesky mortals to mess with you...

"There should be a Skaven city not too far uphead. Past that is the dwarven halls... And a Karak which I of course, took over."

"Karak? What's that?"

"A very, very old dwarven settlement."

"...Huh."

"So, want to go through Ratland and to my personal dwarven estate, or just burrow up to the surface?"

"Why are you asking me? I'm here to see what the fuck this place is all about. Though a dwarven estate does sound interesting."

Actions.

>...Come on, I need to trim down on the local Skaven population.
>We'll burrow around the Skaven settlement and just head to my Karak, alright?
>Let's just burrow up to the surface. I'm not wasting time...
>...So uh, just saying that you might be confused for a Beastman by some mortals... So expect people not to like you.
>In case you hear any whispering or thoughts of debauchery, or start coughing up pus, contact me immediately. There's heresy about...
>Write-In
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Anons? Feels like a very slow day today.
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>>655226
>>We'll burrow around the Skaven settlement and just head to my Karak, alright?
>>
>>655226
Sorry. I'm posting between rush periods at work.
>...So uh, just saying that you might be confused for a Beastman by some mortals... So expect people not to like you.
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"We'll burrow around the Skaven settlement and just head to my Karak, alright?"

"Got it."

"Oh, and uh... Sorry to say, but people might confuse you for a Beastman... So expect mortals to try and kill you."

"...Wait, wh-"

You begin tunneling loudly and after nearly an hour, you dig into the Dwarven hallways.

"Ren!?"

"Huh? What?"

"What the hell is a beastman?"

You shift back to a dwarven form and walk alongside Chrysoula.

"...That's going to be hard to explain."

"What exactly are they?"

Actions.

>...Imagine you, but smaller, weaker, generally assholes, and enjoy cannibalism.
>Well, they're a blight on this world. And in my honest opinion, should all be purged. Along with the Skaven.
>They're... Misunderstood, let's just say that. They're mostly bad and douchebags, but there might be a good one. Or two.
>That's not important. What is important is that we make you look... Humanish.
>People who like eating babies. That's as much as I know, anyways.
>Write-In
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>>655843
>>...Imagine you, but smaller, weaker, generally assholes, and enjoy cannibalism.
So uh, stick next to me.
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"Well, just imagine you, but smaller, weaker, generally assholes, and enjoy cannibalism. So stick next to me, alright?"

"Right..."

You begin traveling down the Dwarven hallway, Chrysoula seems to be somewhat in awe of what you see, such as the occasional waterfall or massive chasm.

"First time in the Dwarven halls?"

"Well, yeah... By the Gods."

"Yeah, come on."

After an hour or two more of traveling, you eventually come to the split. One way being caved in now. You follow the now linear path, but you hear a yawn from Chrsyoula.

"Ren? We've been traveling for hours."

"So? We're almost there."

"Some of us need sleep. And we're starting to run low on food."

You can't help but sigh...

"...Fine, I suppose."

"Thanks, Ren."

After a few minutes you have a small fire going, and Chrysoula begins to get ready to go to sleep.

"So, how was your first day in this dimension?"

"It was... Interesting."

"I bet it was."

"Honestly, I'd love to explore more, but I'm fucking exhausted. We've been traveling for a week or two now."

Actions.

>...Hey, just curious... Would you mind if I squeezed in with you? I'm cold.
>Yeah, aboveground is knights, demons, that sort of thing. It's pretty cool.
>So uh, you're probably wondering who my brother is, right?
>...I'm going to sleep now. I'm also exhausted.
>Hey uh, Flames? Would you like to talk to Chrysoula a little?
>Just wondering, you know that Frankizka is a vampire, right? And she comes from this dimension?
>Write-In
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>>655935
>>Just wondering, you know that Frankizka is a vampire, right? And she comes from this dimension?
>Hey uh, Flames? Would you like to talk to Chrysoula a little?
>>
"Just wondering, you know Frankizka is a vampire, right? And she comes from this dimension?"

"Come on, everybody knows vampires aren't real. She's probably just faking it to make herself look more exotic."

"She is."

"If I could speak German or any other language besides Greek, I'd ask."

"I see."

Hey, Flames? Want to talk to your wife?

Huh? Sure!

You give him control of your body for a little bit, and he starts cuddling with Chrysoula, talking together, that sort of thing.

So uh... Where are we?

You're still here?

Well, yeah. But I feel a lot weaker... Like a mortal. No offense.

...Weaker?

Yeah.

I'll keep that in mind.

So uh, Chrysoula and Flames are uh...

They are what?

They're lovers, right?

Yeah.

No offense, but that's kind of weird.

What's weird?

You know, having a second head doing the moves on someone else that you don't love.

...It's not weird. It's perfectly normal.

Well... I don't have a second head that talks to me. So yeah, that's kind of weird

Actions.

>...Well, uh... Let's talk about something else. Flames might overhear and try to beat the shit out of you somehow.
>It's not weird. Come on...
>You get used to it.
>So uh, you aren't mortal here, are you?
>...If it makes you feel better everyone but Flames thinks it's degenerate and fucking weird.
>Write-In
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>>656049
>...If it makes you feel better everyone but Flames thinks it's degenerate and fucking weird.
But hey, I've never let social convention stop me.
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>>656049
>...If it makes you feel better everyone but Flames thinks it's degenerate and fucking weird
>...Well, uh... Let's talk about something else. Flames might overhear and try to beat the shit out of you somehow.
>>
If it makes you feel better everyone but Flames thinks it's degenerate and fucking weird.

Really?

Yeah, even Khorne thought it was fucking degenerate.

Yeah... It's uh, weird. Why exactly did you let him have a girlfriend anyways?

Why are you asking?

Eh, he talks and boasts about her a lot. It's kind of annoying.

If you want, I can get him to stop boasting and talking about it.

Nah, it's kind of funny. Flames is acting like that nerd who just got a girlfriend and is rubbing it in my and Khorne's face.

Really?

Yeah. Khorne laughs at him and shit, it's fucking hilarious because Flames yells back at him a fuckton.

Jeez. Didn't realize he was boasting and trying to rub it in.

The way he does it is pretty sad though, he's not even good at it.

Actions.

>I feel bad for him now. Thanks.
>Wait, Flames is talking to Khorne?
>I'll start giving him shit about it. Sounds like fun.
>What's your opinion of Chrysoula? Besides Flames talking shit.
>Honestly, I'd rather he court someone a little less... Well, you know. Furred?
>...He hasn't rubbed it in my face.
>I'm going to sleep now.
>Write- In
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>>656102
>>...He hasn't rubbed it in my face.
>I'll start giving him shit about it. Sounds like fun.
>>
He hasn't rubbed it in my face.

That's cause you don't give him shit about it. It's fucking hilarious to see his reaction.

Really? I'll try giving him shit about it. Sounds like fun.

Cool. Try it now, it'll be fucking hilarious.

Why?

He's cuddling with his wife or whatever. It'll be fucking hilarious to see him just go ballistic all of a sudden. Bonus points if you get Chrysoula to wake up from his shouting.

Actions.

>...That's kind of a dick move. I'll just save it for later. He's relaxing.
>If you'll excuse me, I'll be making fun of him now.
>Will you help me?
>...I'm going to bed, Fenrir.
>Write-In
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>>656135
>If you'll excuse me I'll be making fun of him now.
Shit talking is best past time.
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It's like one giant skype call with Australians.

If you'll excuse me, I'll be making fun of him now.

I'm going to fucking listen in. Don't disappoint me, ok?

I won't. Hey, Flames?

Your body blinks it's eyes slowly.

Huh? You need something man? Thanks for letting me rest with Chrysoula tonight.

Actions.

>...How does it feel to be a furry, you fucking degenerate? Are you going to start wearing a fucking fursuit or tail around the house?
>So it's pretty much agreed by everyone that you're a disappointment to mom, I'm sorry to say.
>I can't believe my second head is mentally incapable of telling a human being and a minotaur apart. Good job.
>So, how's getting laid going for you?
>Do you like your girlfriend because you like soft pillows or because you have a thing for cows? Man, I didn't think eating so many cattle would make my second head have a fucking thing for them... Or is it both?
>Erh... Can you act really offended? Fenrir wants me to shit talk you.
>...Actually, nevermind.
>Write-In for shit talking.
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>>656225
>Do you like your girlfriend because you like soft pillows or because you have a thing for cows? Man, I didn't think eating so many cattle would make my second head have a fucking thing for them... Or is it both?

Angry flames in 3...2...1...
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So, just curious... You like your girlfriend because you like soft pillows, or because you have a thing for cows? Man, I didn't think eating so many cattle would make my second head have a fucking thing for them... Or is it both, you like sleeping with fucking cow pillows? That's pretty sad...

What? Are you talking shit about me and Chrysoula!?

Well, yeah, you fucking recluse?

What the fuck!? Seriously?! I thought you didn't have a problem with her!

Well, turns out I do.

I fucking hate all of you cunts. You, Fenrir, and Khorne. Stop fucking making fun of me and my wife! You're... You're just jealous you fucking bags of shit.

Why would I be jealous of fucking a cow?

Flames begins to get out of the sleeping bag with Chrysoula.

SHE IS NOT A FUCKING COW!!!

The science community would like to talk to you about that...

WELL YOU HAVE A FUCKING THING FOR SCALES YOU FUCK! STOP SHAMING ME YOU SON OF A FUCKING BITCH!

Actions.

>Calm down, ok?
>At least I'm not dating food. Good job, Flames. Really making mom proud here.
>Have you ever wondered why people give you strange looks whenever you hug or walk with Chrysoula, holding hands? It's because it's fucking weird.
>I don't have a thing for scales, you fuck!
>You sound like a fucking idiot, Flames. Shut the fuck up and go back to bed.
>You know, I'll always have twice the women you do. And they aren't cows.
>If it makes you feel better, I could just get someone to make a body pillow of a fucking minotaur for you. I mean, at least you won't smell like cow in the morning...
>Write-In
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>>656225
>Can you get offended? Act like I said "How does it feel to be a furry, you fucking degenerate? Are you going to start wearing a fucking fursuit or tail around the house?"
>I may or not mean it.
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>>656325
>If it makes you feel better, I could just get someone to make a body pillow of a fucking minotaur for you. I mean, at least you won't smell like cow in the morning...
>Also I'm a dragon. I'm fucking covered in scales.
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If it makes you feel better, I could just get someone to make a fucking body pillow of a minotaur for you. At least you won't smell like cow in the morning...

"THAT'S FUCKING IT! I'M ALWAYS FUCKING INSULTED WHILE THE REST OF YOU CUNTS CAN'T EVEN FUCKING PLAN SHIT OUT!"

Flames is at this point, yelling outloud. Chrysoula is beginning to wake up...

Just so you know, I'm a fucking dragon. I'm covered in scales.

YEAH... Well... Yeah. Shit.

See? He's terrible at this shit.

Fuck you all...

Fuck me like you did to Chrysoula?

You know what? Fuck it. If you don't want her around, why don't you tell her you fucking douchebag?

Actions.

>...Fuck off, Flames. I'm going to sleep.
>You know what, I think I will. Fuck you.
>...We're just shittalking you Flames. Stop talking it personally.
>You're bluffing. You wouldn't let me kick her out.
>Wow, I knew you were beta... But this beta?
>I would never do that to someone you love, Flames.
>Write-in
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>>656458
>Wow, I knew you were beta...But this beta
>Oh by the way just shittalking. Thanks for getting pissed so easily it was fun to watch.
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>>656458
>...We're just shittalking you Flames. Stop talking it personally.
>I would never do that to someone you love, Flames.
>*wink*
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>>656458
>>656489
Add in a
>Besides if Chrysoula wasn't around it wouldn't be as easy to fuck with you. It'd be easy. But not as easy.
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>>656497
What the fuck is the wink supposed to represent? Or am I just clueless?

Wow, I knew you were beta as shit... But this is the definition of beta.

"I'M NOT A FUCKING BETA YOU SCRUBLORD!"

Chrysoula begins to wake up.

"...Flames, what are you yelling about?"

We're just shittalking you Flames. Thanks for getting pissed so easily, it was fun to watch... And besides, if Chrysoula wasn't around it wouldn't be as easy to fuck with you. It'd be easy, but not as easy.

"You cunts! I fucking hate it when you do this..."

"Flames? Who are you talking to?"

"Huh? I'm uh... Just the guys."

"You're yelling at the wind. And you look angry."

"...Just give me a hug, damn it."

He falls onto Chrysoula with a thud.

Fuck you guys. I'll get my revenge. One day.

Right... Wink wink, right?

By the time you say that, Flames has fallen asleep.

See? Easy as cake.

Yeah. Thanks for the fun time, Fenrir.

No problem.

Actions.

>...You don't think he's serious about the whole revenge thing, right?
>Fuck, we should find more things to anger him. It's fun.
>...I feel a little bad though. Mostly about calling Chrysoula a cow.
>So, just curious... Does Flames talk about me at all? You know, what does he think of me?
>...I don't want to do this again. Flames gets pissed off easily.
>Write-In
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>>656606
>Fuck we should find more things to piss him off. It's fun.
>I feel bad about calling Chrysoula a cow though.

Flames salt is best salt.
Fire salt always.
>>
Wink was to make flames doubt if we were telling the truth
>>656606
>...I feel a little bad though. Mostly about calling Chrysoula a cow.
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Fuck, I feel bad about calling Chrysoula a cow... But we should find more things to piss him off.

Yeah. Anyways, I'm grabbing some shut eye. Night.

Yeah...

After a few hours you wake up, and notice that... You aren't in control of your body. What?

Flames, give me control of my body now. I gave you a night's rest with her.

Yeah, fuck you. You've been a dick recently. So no.

...Seriously?

Deal with it. This making me call my wife Horny. I'm going to see our brother without you, ha!

...Seriously? He's my brother.

Yeah? And he's mine! Sort of. I'm not really sure on the relationship... But uh, yeah! Suck it!

Seriously, just give me my body back.

Fuck no. You called Chrysoula a cow, gave her some shitty nicknames, and made me pissed off. Now YOU get to see what it's like, being the second head! Being stuck in there, for hours!

Actions.

>...Fine. I'm interested on how this goes. (PoV switch to Flames.)
>Start laughing. He won't last a single fucking day in your shoes.
>Erh, right. You do realize I get to sleep in, right?
>Have fun then, you crazy idiot.
>...Give me control of my body or you'll never spend another day with Chrysoula.
>...Listen, sorry for acting like a dick, but I need to see my brother.
>...When I get out of here, I will make sure you are as uncomfortable as can be.
>Write-in
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>>656741
>You do realize that since I don't have to control my body or anything I can focus solely on talking shit. You really want me to talk shit for hours on end?

He better be ready.
>>
You do realize that since I don't have to control my body or anything I can focus solely on talking shit. You really want me to talk shit for hours on end?

I'll just ignore you then.

What? No you can't. Come on. You're living with a cow of a wife...

Flames humms loudly as he wakes up Chrysoula and begins his day walking...

God, this is fucking boring already. At least when you had control of your body you could do shit like walk or talk...

Fenrir? Are you awake?

All you hear is snoring from him... This is like your personal hell. Nothing to do but talk to someone who won't listen. You'll go mad in here!

After just watching Flames and Chrysoula walk and talk... Which is what YOU do, damn it, you find yourself bored. Nothing to do... At all. You even tried shittalking to him and all Flames responded with is silence and fucking humming.

Actions.

>...You can tolerate a few hours of doing nothing. (Timeskip)
>...Hey uh, Flames? Could you shift into your half-dragon form? I need something to do.
>Try to ruin his day by shittalking louder.
>...Fenrir, get your ass up. I need to do SOMETHING.
>Test the waters. Flames, do you think renaming my country is a good idea? I think Sweden is a little outdated...
>...This may be a good time to do what Flames does. Which is plan the shit out of things. Like taking over Spain, or some other irrelevent and pathetic country.
>Write-In
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>>656849
>Fenrir get up! We need to shittalk flames.

>Shit talk heavily.

The bigger the burn the better.
>>
Roll me a 1d20+4 to see if you can bypass his shield of contempt. Additional +2 for any good insults.
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Rolled 20 + 6 (1d20 + 6)

>>656879
>You know flames it's bad enough that you're dating a cow. But you're a fucking beta to a cow. I know humans whip cattle but I didn't think a cow could whip a dragon like Chrysoula has whipped you.
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>>656897
Well I think flames is gonna need some mental salve for that emotional burn.
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>>656897
ABSOLUTELY TRIGGERED ANONS
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>>656919
I'm gonna need a fucking warehouse to store all the salt.
Ren is #1 shittalker.
>>
Flame's gonna need a trip to the burn ward for weeks
>>
Critical Success!

You know Flames, It's bad enough that you're dating a cow. But you're a fucking beta to a cow. I know humans whip cattle, but I didn't think a fucking cow could whip a dragon like Chrysoula could whip you.

Flames goes still. He takes a deep breath, and looks angry, angrier then a Khornate who didn't get a axe for Khornemas.

I WILL FUCKING BEAT YOUR SHIT IN YOU SON OF A BITCH! I WILL PERSONALLY GRAB YOUR SHIT AND TOSS IT INTO A WALL OF SPIKES AN-[/i

He goes into a verbal assault outloud, which creeps out Chrysoula a little, and she backs away slowly from the angry Flames, who is angrily ranting, throwing his arms around, that sort of thing. She asks if he's alright but he starts shouting obsecenties at her, telling her to fuck off and to "get a life". She storms off, angry. He continues ranting until he runs out of energy and collapses to his knees, alone.

I... I fucking hate you so much... I would strangle you if I could.

Right. Until you accidently got so angry that you pissed off your girlfriend.

T-that's your fault. Now... Just fuck off. I don't need any more of your shit. I-I'll get her back.

I uh... I think you took it a little too far, Renexizious.

Actions.

>...Give me control of my body and you won't have to deal with my shit-talking.
>I'm a bit sorry this went a little far, but you escalated it by taking my body.
>...I'll stop but you'll have to insult your wife, ok?
>...She's left you for good. Maybe you should find another cow to marry?
>No. You know that I'm right.
>Shit talk him more until he falls apart. He's vulnerable.
>Write-In
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>>657029
>I'm sorry it went this far, but you escalated it by taking my body. Now let me get my body back. I'll try to put in a good word for you cause I'll assume she doesn't want to talk to you right now.
>>
Listen, I'm sorry for burning you so hard, but you escalated it by taking my bod-

You escalated it by calling my wife a fucking cow, insisting that I call her Horny, and all that... That other shit!

Don't interrupt me. Give it back, and I'll try and put a good word in with you, because I assume she doesn't want to talk to you right now.

Fuck off! I-I'll get this done without your fucking help... Maybe I'll insult your brother, eh?! How would you like it?!

Actions.

>Flames, calm down... Just give me back my body.
>...You asked for it. Begin shit talking him.
>...I'm sorry, alright? I just wanted to have some fun.
>...Insult my brother? He'd assume you're joking around.
>Write-In
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>>657080
>First of all she didn't care about being called horny. You're the one that made it weird.

>And well honestly I don't give a fuck. You just get pissed too easily flames. Plus he'd think you're joking around.

>So just take my help damnit.
>>
>>657108
First of all, she didn't care about being called Horny! You're the one who made it weird.

She didn't even know what it meant! Then you forced me into saying it!

...So? And honestly I don't give a fuck if you insult my brother. You just get pissed off too easily Flames. Plus he'd think you're joking around... So take my help, damn it.

You're a douchebag, so fuck off. I'm doing this without you.

Goddamn it... Fenrir, who should be in control of my body?

Wait, why am I being dragged into this?

Because so far you've been silent about him stealing my body!

And you got my wife to fucking leave me!

Uh... I'm just gonna... Let's uh...

Say something already!

I think both of you are borderline autistic in your own rights. And I think the two of you should calm down. Maybe I should be in control until the two of you sort out your feelings?

Actions.

>...Listen, if you help me get Flames out of my body, I'll uh... I'll let you eat more things?
>That's a really, really bad idea. But you had a good play.
>Flames, I have one thing you don't. Charisma. People skills. And pheromones.
>Fuck it. I'd rather be on equal ground with Flames then just yell at him...
>How the fuck are we borderline autistic?
>Fenrir, we're friends. Help a friend out and get Flames out of my body, please?
>You know what Flames? I'll give you a single day in that form since you want it so bad.
>Write-in
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>>657177
>Actually you know what. Go ahead and have this form for a single day. Now go ahead and use your amazing people skills to fix this.

I wish to see him crash and burn.
>>
Actually, you know what? Have this form for a single day. Now go ahead and use your amazing people skills to fix this.

Fine! I will!

Flames begins run to find Chrysoula... After a little bit he finds her.

"Chrysoula! I'm so sorry! Renexizious was ca-"

"I don't want to hear it, Flames."

He sighs a little.

"Listen, I'm sorry for calling you a cow and a bitch... But I'm really frustrated right now. Come on, give me another chance,."

"How could you call me a cow and a bitch?"

"Ren called you a cow, and that I was a slave to you. I was... Really, really angry."

"I know you get angry, but I doubt Renexizious would call me a cow."

"H-He did though! I can't prove it, but he's been making fun of me and you since last night."

Actions.

>...Annoy him, maybe get him into one of his angry rants by shit talking him.
>Leave him be.
>...Give him some advice in order to apologize to Chrysoula.
>Write-in
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>>657240
>Leave him be.
If only we had some metaphysical butter to enjoy while we watch.
>>
Anons, roll for how well Flames can recover with Chrysoula. 1d20+4
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Rolled 11 + 4 (1d20 + 4)

>>657265
Is it wrong that I'm praying for a Nat 1?
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Rolled 1 + 4 (1d20 + 4)

>>657265
Yes
>>657279
>>
Couldn't have planned it better myself
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>>657307
>Flames said he didn't need our help.
>Crit fails at calming down his wife.

I am pleased by this.
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I feel kinda sad for Flames now
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>>657332
I don't.
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>>657302
Damn.

Critical Failure!

"Seriously? Now you're blaming Renexizious?"

"It's true!"

"...That's pathetic. You're lying."

"He told me to call you Horny, a-"

"Seriously? I don't really care about that. You're making a big deal out of this."

"But he called you a cow!"

"I don't like that. But I doubt he did... But you did, Flames. How could you?"

"I-I wasn't... I wasn't thinking, Chrysoula."

"Really? You were ranting and raving for no reason. Twice. Then you called me a cow. A cow!"

"Listen, I'm sorry. It won't happen again."

"Really? Really!? You expect me to forgive you for calling me a cow?"

"I'm... I'm begging you. I'm sorry, Chrysoula. Renexizious w-"

"There you go again, blaming your friends. What, was it somesort of challenge to court me? Did you want to live up to Renexizious?"

"Wh-what?"

"You barely see me, Flames. Then you call me a cow and a bitch!"

"I'll make it up to you. I'll... I'll..."

"You better. Until then, I won't even consider myself friends with you."

"W-what? Come on, dear..." He tries to put his hand on her but she shoves his hand off.

They begin walking far apart for the next thirty minutes... Flames seems to be close crying out of despair and regret and seems to be stunned of what happened.

So, need my help now?

I... What?

Actions.

>Good job, some real people skills right there.
>Well... You still have twenty-three hours and thirty minutes left. Make me proud, Flames.
>Oh man, I'd love it if you could start crying in front of your wife. Get that image of manhood complete, son.
>...If it makes you feel better, I feel really bad for you.
>Wow, she just doesn't want to consider the two of you engaged anymore and now you're nearly crying? Beta.
>If you want... I can help. Just give me my body back.
>Write-In
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>>657419
>If you want... I can help. Just give me my body back.
Holy shit posting on pc is much better than mobile
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>>657419
>Well you got 23 hrs and 30 minutes left. Good luck dude. Unless you want my help of course.
>>
I know that feel famalam. Mobile sucks.

If you want to, I can help. Just give me my body back.

N-No... I... I just need to do something special... Flower? She likes flowers... No, that's cliche...

Well uh, you got twenty three hours and thirty minutes left. Good luck. Unless you want my help.

...N-no. I can do this...

The two of them get into the Dwarven Karak, which seems abandoned and looted. They begin to pick around, while Flames seems to be trying to make something... Romantic in a dwarven bar.

Roll me a 1d20+4
>>
Rolled 10 + 4 (1d20 + 4)

>>657446
Just need another 1.
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Rolled 18 + 4 (1d20 + 4)

>>657446
Let's try for a lower number
>>
Rolled 16 + 4 (1d20 + 4)

>>657446
Let this 20 make up for my 1
>>
18+4=22

Great Success!

Unlike last time with his terrible sense of words, Flames seems to be trying to brew a very strong drink, and drinks it down. He makes another one which he puts on the table, and begins searching throughout the Karak for fancy stuff to probably make some fancy dining thing for his wife. He returns, and begins setting up the bar to be much more fancy, ornate rugs, golden mugs, and he even found a rather dashing necklace with a sword and diamond in it... He's probably trying his best, to make it up to Chrysoula... You also note he's shapeshifted into half-dragon form so he can get an aerial view... Chrysoula seems to be picking around for what happened to the dwarves living here.

Actions.

>...Maybe you can ask Khorne to help you make Flames crawl back to you?
>...Distract him with shit-talking. Maybe he'll mess something up.
>No, leave him be. His mistakes are more funny if it's natural.
>Maybe you should discourage him... Tell him this isn't fancy enough for a girl like Chrysoula and he'll give up or try to find something more fancy.
>...Oh, absolute dick move time. You're his second head... Breathe fire into the bar.
>Write-In
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>>657457
>>657460
What's with this anti Flames attitude?
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>>657489
>No, leave him be. His mistakes are more funny if it's natural.
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>>657489
>Nah leave him be.
If he fails it must be natural.
>>657490
I don't hate him.
But firstly I want our body back and secondly his salt is delicious.
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>>657489
>Leave him be, his mistakes are more fun when natural.
>>
You leave him be, and he finds Chrysoula.

"Chrysoula, I-I uh, made you something you'd like."

She sighs.

"What is it?"

"It's a relaxing dining experience... Come on, please?"

"...I'm trying to find out what happened here."

"That can hold on a minute. I need you."

"...It better be worth my time."

Roll me a 1d20+4 for how well he does.
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Rolled 1 + 4 (1d20 + 4)

>>657511
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Rolled 12 + 4 (1d20 + 4)

>>657506
Just archived #30
http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive/624945/
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>>657516
I think Flames might be the new Claw, since Claw is now barely on the spectrum.
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>>657516
Dice God is crashing flames love life with no survivors.
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What happened with Claw being some guy's reincarnation? I missed a lot of threads
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The two of them go to the bar, and as soon as the door opens, she grunts angrily.

"Oh no, you are not going to try and get me drunk. That shit tastes terrible."

"What? I thought it would be relaxing."

"You just want to get in bed with me, don't you?"

"No! I'm trying to make it up to you!"

She throws him into the room, splashing alcohol all over him.

"I'm not a damned whore. Do something more uptight..." She slams the door angrily and stomps off.

"...Goddamn it! You fucking cunts... Wait, upright?"
He gets a spark of brilliance and after another hour, begins to rush to the surface with Chrysoula. He comes out to the surface and quickly shifts into YOUR dragon form, and fly towards Bretonnia while Chrysoula gets on his back... He eventually lands, shifts into your elven form, and tells Chrysoula to wait for him because he has to use the "restroom."

You only have eleven hours left, man.

I know...

He seems to sneak up behind a... Brettonian knight, taking a piss.

Roll me a 1d20+4 to see how well Flames can knock out a knight.
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Rolled 17 + 4 (1d20 + 4)

>>657552
Poor Flames :(
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Rolled 13 + 4 (1d20 + 4)

>>657536
I think claw was autistic for a while
>>657553
This is still funny
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>>657558
meant >>657553
>>
17+4=21

Good Success!

Flames bashes the knight over the head and quickly starts taking his armor off, and attaching it to himself. He coughs a little bit and practices a more... Knightly voice.

"Huzzah! That should do..."

He goes up to the knight's horse and gets on it... It begrudgingly accepts him, and he begins to ride off towards Chrysoula...

Roll me a 1d20+4 to see if he can impersonate a knight decently. Also, continuing this tomorrow.
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Rolled 19 + 4 (1d20 + 4)

>>657553
Let's crash this like its the Malaysian airlines.
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Rolled 17 + 4 (1d20 + 4)

>>657571
Ok OP it'll give me time to prep some ones
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Rolled 6 + 4 (1d20 + 4)

>>657571
Hope he doesnt screw this 1 up
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Could some one archive the Nazi Experimental quests please?
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Flames rides around the corner and comes across Chrysoula.


"Hail fair maiden! Haveth ye seen any monsters in thine lands?"

Roll me a 1d20+4 to see how well this goes.
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Rolled 12 + 4 (1d20 + 4)

>>657618
Damn I didn't have time to prep my ones
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Rolled 20 + 4 (1d20 + 4)

>>657618
Shit son. Time for some epic failure
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>>657625
Or not.
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>>657596
WHat do you suggest I put for the description?
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>>657648
Too tired anon. Catching sleep. Othet anons can help while I snore.
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>>657648
Mention the shittalk
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>>657687
I don't pay attention to the were wolf quest so I have no idea what was going on
>>
Sorry anons but I need to hit the hay as well. Werewolf Reich will still be up tomorrow
>>
Can't get any sleep so posting an update.

Critical Success!

"Erh, who are you?"

"I am the fairest knight in thine realm! Come upon my steed!"

"Sorry, but I'm waiting for someone."

"Tis but take only a minute!"

"...Well... I suppose it would be interesting to ride a horse."

"Hoppeth on, maiden with fur!"

She tries to climb on behind him, but the horse neighs, and is being crushed by her weight.

"Would thine object to a leisurly stroll?"

"Well... Sure."

She jogs behind Flames as he rides the horse. The two of them. Of course the conversation shifts to who she's out with, etc. Then they start talking about emotions, why she should stay with Flames, shameless pandering, that sort of thing. Flames however does seem rather good at keeping up the facade and they part ways. Flames rushes back to the original spot and she approaches him.

"Oh, uh... Hey Flames."

"Is something wrong?"

"...Yeah. I think I might be a little hard on you."

"What?"

"Well... You tried your best back at the Karak, and you were rather emotional throughout our trip. Crying for a few moments."

"...I wasn't crying."

She sighs a little.

"Well, what I'm trying to say is that maybe I was a little too brunt with you."

"Thanks?"

"Yeah... So uh, can we go back to being spouses?"

He gives her a huge hug, and a kiss.

"Yes! We certainly can!"

"Oh, uh... I wasn't really expecting you to be that emotional." She pats him a little on the back.

"Well... I sort of pissed off Ren. I stay in this form a lot longer then I should of. So you might not see me again for a while..."

"I'll miss you."

"No. We still have ten hours left... I intend to make the most of it. And thanks for giving me a second chance."

"No problem."

They hug, for a bit too long... You realize this doesn't really require your interest, so you pass the time by idly thinking.

Would anons roll me a 1d20+13?
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Rolled 4 + 13 (1d20 + 13)

>>657743
Going to school soon so I can't stick around.
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Bumping.
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Rolled 13 + 13 (1d20 + 13)

>>657743
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Rolled 7 + 13 (1d20 + 13)

>>657743
I wonder what happens if we fail here.
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13+13=26

Good Success

Eventually when you come back you find Flames and Chrysoula resting beside each other. You wake up Flames and tell him he had only two hours to remain with Chrysoula.

"Why don't you take control then?"

What? I thought you wanted my body, Flames.

"Listen, I'm worried I'm going to fuck up somehow."

I see... So uh, what were the two of you doing?

"Just some tumbling.. Now do you want your body or not"?

Actions

>Great... I probably smell like cow then.
>It's about time.
>I'm never giving you my body again, ok?
>Sorry for uh, well shittalking you.
>Come on, you won't fuck up. You have an hour left...
>Write In
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>>658274
>Come on, you won't fuck up. You have an hour left...
>Sorry for uh, well shittalking you.
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Come on Flames, you won't fuck up. You have an hour left, and... Well, I'm sorry for shit talking you earlier, ok?

"Really, oh, uh, thanks. Sorry for stealing your body earlier. It's honestly a lot of fun."

Actions

>Don't get used to it, ok?
>Well, that's nice. How do you deal with the crippling boredom in here?
>I'll see you in an hour.
>If you want we can take shifts. Like a rotation.
>Write In
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>>658287
>How do you deal with the crippling boredom in here?
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So uh, how exactly do you deal with the boredom of being in here?

"I uh, plan. Talk to Fenrir... Sometimes do d&d with him or myself."

Wait, what?

"I didn't say anything..."

I swear I heard you say you play d&d by yourself. That would be pretty sad.

"I don't, I swear."

Right... What to do?

"Try planning. We have a lot to do when we get home."

Actions

>That sounds good. Have fun, Flames.
>I'll just watch you. (Time skip)
>Nah... I'm going to talk with Fenrir. And maybe a god or two.
>Write In
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Bump
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>>658350
>I'll just watch you. (Time skip)
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I'll just watch you then.

After an hour of watching Flames walk towards Mousilion, he releases control and gives it back to you. Which means you get to walk the rest of the way. After a day of travelling and coming across plenty of peasants and serfs which you avoid, you come to an I'll kept section of road, surrounded by burned down farms and blackened woods.

"Erh, Ren? What do you think happened here?"

"Bandits, Orks, really anything."

"Right."

You continue on until you come across a razed village, bodies still fresh everywhere. You note that a few of them seem to be soldiers, judging from their weapons and armor, and Brettonian men at arms lay not too far from them. On close examination, it seems the strange soldiers seem to be part of the eastern Empire... You don't recall the name though.

"What's with the burned down houses and stuff?"

"If I didn't know any better, I'd say Brettonia and The Empire was at war."

"Should we help?"

Actions

>...Impartially, maybe. I'd rather not take a side.
>What? Of course not.
>This may be a good chance to expand your Treasury. Pick through the ruins!
>Empire, of course. I like their suits.
>Brettonia, my brother's a vassal of it.
>You're implying I won't just conquer both of their tiny nations.
>Write In
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>>658672
>You're implying I won't just conquer both of their tiny nations.
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"You're implying that I won't just conquer their tiny nations."

"I thought we were here to see your brother?"

"Well, that too. But I like conquest, ok?"

"Right..? So uh, what's your brother like?"

"He's a bit moralistic, and he's not a dragon like me."

"I see. So uh, can we save the conquest for later?"

Actions

>You're no fun, you know that, right?
>Don't worry, I plan on doing it with my brother.
>...Just a little? Please?
>Fine. Maybe if I come back I'll conquer these mortals...
>...Just curious, would you help me if invaded these lands?
>Write In
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Anons?
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>>658736
>Just curious if I invaded would you help me.

I'm busy I'll be back to continue in a bit.

Amd damnit flames recovered.
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"I"m just curious to see if I invaded this land, if you would assist."

"Well... I mean, we're friends. So I guess. I just fail to see how I would be very effective with helping you. I'm not sneaky. Or a mage or anything like that."

Actions.

>...Well, have you tried being sneaky? That would be entertaining.
>...That's a good point... Would you mind if I mutate you?
>Flames, would you be adverse to me making your wife a little more helpful in day-to-day tasks? As in mutation?
>You could guard me, I suppose.
>...Come on, I enjoy your company. And thanks for saying yes.
>You'd make a good strategist, I bet. Have you tried?
>...Well, if you want I could try to teach you magic.
>Write-In
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>>658971
>...That's a good point... Would you mind if I mutate you?
What would flames think when he can't be a furry anymore?
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"You know, that's a good point. Would you mind if I mutate you?"

"Erh, what?"

"You know. Mutate."

"That's uh... Well, that depends."

"How? It'll make you stronger, better, faster, and probably be able to breathe fire or something."

"...Well, I'd like to remain the way I am. Though it would be cool to be bigger and stronger, I suppose..."

Actions.

>Say no more. I got you covered.
>Any specifics?
>...So no glorious half-dragon minotaur?
>Just saying, I think you'd look better with scales.
>...Sorry, but you can already flex as well as me. So no.
>And here, I was thinking I could stop Flames from being a furry...
>Hold on, let me ask Flames...
>Write-in
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>>658998
>...So no glorious half-dragon minotaur?
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>>658998
...So no glorious half-dragon minotaur?
>Just saying, I think you'd look better with scales
If a Minotaur is half human half cow, would she be half dragon, quarter cow, and quarter human or a third of each?
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"So no glorious half dragon minotaur?"

"No, sorry. I'd rather just be bigger, stronger, that sort of thing."

"Well... I think you'd look good with scales, just saying."

"...Thanks?"

"Yeah..."

Actions.

>...I'll look into it, then.
>Please? Seriously, you'd look amazing with scales...
>I mean, being bigger and badder is nice, but wouldn't you like the ability to breathe fire?
>Oh uh, I think we should talk about something else. Sorry.
>How much bigger are we talking about?
>Listen, I can't make you bigger and badder without giving you some scales...
>Fenrir, is there anyway I can get back at Flames for stealing my body for twenty four hours? I feel the need for revenge.
>Write-In
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>>659038
>I mean, being bigger and badder is nice, but wouldn't you like the ability to breathe fire?
>Listen, I can't make you bigger and badder without giving you some scales...
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>>659038
>I'll look into it then
>Also flames I distinctly remember Fenrir calling us both borderline autistic. We must plan our revenge.
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"I'll look into it, but I can't make you bigger and badder without giving you some scales... And the ability to breathe fire and shit."


"I'd rather not have scales, alright? Though the ability to breathe fire does sound pretty fucking cool."

"...Cool."

Flames? You alright with me mutating Chrysoula?

Huh? I mean... I guess? Just don't make her a dragon or scaly or any one of your fetishes, ok?

...I'll keep that in mind. So uh, want to get revenge on Fenrir for calling us both borderline autistic?

Oh goddamn it, that's going to escalate and you know it.

Actions.

>...You're right, that's a stupid idea.
>Come on, please? It'll be cool.
>Just give me an idea. You don't have be involved in this.
>...I'll just shittalk him like usual.
>Write-In
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Anons?
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>Come on, please? It'll be cool.
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>>659081
>You're really okay with being called borderline autistic? Come on it'll be cool.
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Come on, please? It'll be cool...

We have more important things to do then grill Fenrir, alright?

Seriously? That's a buzzkill.

Just fucking talk to your brother already. That's why we're here.

...Are you really okay with being called borderline autistic?

...No, but... Goddamn it, fine. Just a little, ok?

Thanks.

Yeah... You fucking owe me.

Hey, Fenrir?

...What?

Actions.

>...How is it to basically be a fucking puppy with a eating disorder?
>Apologize for calling the two of us autistic, alright?
>I think you're a bit more of a furry then Flames is. I mean, you are a giant planet-eating wolf...
>So, how's your love affair with Odin going?
>Who's a good puppy? Who's your master, boy?
>Write-In
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>>659202
>I think you're a bit more of a furry then Flames is. I mean, you are a giant planet-eating wolf...
>Sounds a bit like vore
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>>659202
>How is it to basically be a fucking puppy with a eating disorder?
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I think you're a bit more of a furry then Flames is. I mean, you are a giant planet-eating wolf... Sounds like vore.

...What's vore?

It's uh, when you have a "thing" for eating.

Thing? I'm fucking starving. I'd eat anything, honestly.

Because your basically a fucking puppy with a eating disorder?

You try living off nothing for a few centuries. It'd make anyone want to eat a planet.

I wouldn't.

Well, yeah. You aren't the size of the moon, now are you?

That doesn't matter, puppy.

Why are you calling me puppy? I'm a Norse god. Not really applicable to be a puppy.

Actions.

>...That sounds like a good nickname. Pup.
>...Goddamn it, this isn't fun if you aren't going into a rage. I'll be back.
>Come on, you have a thing for eating stuff. I watched you earlier...
>Hey, at least I have a wife instead... Make that two, actually. You don't have anyone, do you?
>Really? A moon is small-time shit. Call me when you become the size of a galaxy.
>Write-In
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>Really? A moon is small-time shit. Call me when you become the size of a galaxy.
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>>659245
>Wow I didn't know Norse Gods were so easy to trick. So first you gamble your freedom for fame. Then you get lock away by a fucking piece of fabric. And then you get trapped for centuries. Really impressive god here amazing stuff. You're really cut from different cloth.
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Wow, I didn't know Norse Gods were so easy to trick. So first you gamble your freedom for fame. Then you get lock away by a fucking piece of fabric. And then you get trapped for centuries. Really impressive god here amazing stuff. You're really cut from different cloth, Fenrir.

Grr.... They fucking tricked me, damn it. It's not my fault that I got trapped in here.

Hit a nerve, did I?

I'd like to see you try to get out of here... Oh wait, you aren't a god, are you? You'd find it to be impossible.

I'm not a god YET.

As if any mortal actually could become a god. That's impossible.

Mortal? I am no mere mortal.

If you can die, you are a mortal. Simple as that... And keep in mind, you're calling the kettle black here with my "eating disorder" as you have a fetish for fucking butter. I bet you lather yourself in it every Sunday, eh?

Actions

>...Fuck off. You don't insult butter. That shit is off limits.
>Butter goes good with anything. And it's nutritious. Now fuck off.
>Try getting laid sometime, Fenrir. Better then being stuck in a prison until Ragnarok.
>Lather? That's a great idea, thanks. I'll make sure your watching while I lather myself in fucking butter from Ukraine.
>...Why so specific about lathering with butter? What, are you gay or something?
>...Seriously, I'm just going to fuck off now.
>Write-In
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>>659275

>...Fuck off. You don't insult butter. That shit is off limits.
>Butter goes good with anything. And it's nutritious. Now fuck off.
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>>659275
>Even if I can't break gleipnir I'm still not stupid enough to let myself get trapped by it. Great job on that by the way. And you call me borderline autistic.

There is no mercy with shittalk
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Fuck off. You don't insult butter, that's off limits.

Hit a nerve, did I?

Well... Even if I can't break Gleipnir I'm still not stupid enough to let myself get trapped by it. Great job on that by the way. And you call me borderline autistic.

Coming from the guy who has nothing better to do but conquer the world?

That's not autistic. That's ambitious!

It's just another spectrum. If anything, you're a high-functoning autism... And a cuckold as well, I bet.

What?

What, I bet you enjoy watching Flames and Chrysoula get it on. I mean, you've been eyeing Chrysoula for a while...

I'm not a fucking cuckold! How dare you! And Chrysoula doesn't have NEARLY enough scales to be worth my time!!

You hear Fenrir start to laugh a little.

Actions.

>...Fuck it, I'm out of here. No more talking. No.
>...And you can't get laid, how about that?
>I'd kill you if you weren't a god.
>Flames, back me up!
>I dare you to say that to Chrysoula.
>...That's false as fuck. I have more then enough wives.
>Eyeing? If I've been eyeing anyone it's been Lorriana! I mean, golden scales? Blue scales? Imagine the kids!
>Write-In
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>>659313
>Eyeing? If I've been eyeing anyone it's been Lorriana! I mean, golden scales? Blue scales? Imagine the kids!
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>>659313
>Wow you're talking alot of shit about me being mortal considering you're a failure of a god. I mean I have more worshippers than you. Yours being zero by the way. You're trapped and only able to struggle against a cloth that happened because you wanted to look cool and I'm the loser here? At least I can go where I want to. Ican at least leave my room. What about you.
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>>659334
Perhaps I took this a tad bit too far.
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Come on, if I've been eyeing anyone it's been Lorriana! I mean, golden scales, white scales? Imagine the kids.

Really? All you've done is act beta as fuck around her. You got your own children to go out on a date with her!

Goddamn it! Revenaris fully knew what he was getting into, and it's not weird at all!

Fenrir continues to laugh while you can't help but feel extremely frustrated.

You know, you're talking some major shit about me being mortal considering you're a failure of a god. I mean, I have more worshippers then you. Yours being zero, by the way. You're trapped and only able to struggle against a cloth that imprisoned you because you wanted to look cool and I'm the loser here? At least I can go where I want to. I can leave my room. What about you?

Fenrir stops laughing.

Fuck off... That was centuries ago. And I'm getting out. And I don't think you'll be saying that shit once the end times come, asshole.

Actions.

>...Oh, right. Ragnarok. That shitfest where you're supposed to die in? And literally just that?
>I'm not beta as fuck, I'm the most alpha person you'll ever know!
>Can we just stop shittalking each other?
>Fine, maybe when I go back home I'll treat her to a nice restaurant... While you sit there and lament about how you're starving to death.
>By that comes I'll be as big as you. And probably be able to hand your ass to you.
>Write-In
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>>659351
>...Oh, right. Ragnarok. That shitfest where you're supposed to die in? And literally just that?
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>>659351
>Oh right Ragnarok. That shitfest where all your effort to escape is wasted because you die and literally just that? I'm gonna grab a front row seat and some butter to watch and you're right I won't be saying shit. I'll be too busy laughing
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>>659357
Savage
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Oh, right. Ragnarok. That shitfest where all your effort to escape is wasted because you die and literally just that. I'm going to grab a front row seat and some butter to watch and you're right, I won't be saying shit. I'll be too busy laughing at your demise.

That's... That's kind of low. I'd rather not be reminded of my fate, ok?

Actions.

>I'm just shit talking you. Don't worry about it, I'll find a way to keep you from dying. And eating my planet.
>You know, what would taste better? Ukranian Butter, or French butter? I hear great things about Ukranians and butter, but I don't think I like human stuck in my teeth...
>Just messing with you. I'll see you around.
>...You also forgot the part where nothing really gets done. And it's all for naught.
>If you're a high and mighty god, why don't you change it?
>Write-In
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>>659368
>I'm just shit talking you. Don't worry about it, I'll find a way to keep you from dying. And eating my planet.
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>>659368
>I'm just shit talking you. But seriously don't call me autistic. Don't call me a beta. And never call me a cuckold. Because then I start no holds barred shit talking.
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I'm just shit talking you. But seriously, don't call me autistic. Or a beta. And never call me a cuckold. Because then I start no holds barred shit talking... But don't worry. I'll find a way to keep you from dying, and eating my planet.

You kind of went a little extreme, you know, expressing laughter at my demise.

...That was a little extreme, but you did call me a cuckold beta autist.

Yeah, but still...

I get it...

You go back to reality. For a few seconds.

So uh, just curious... What exactly are you going to mutate Chrysoula into?

Well, she wanted to be bigger, stronger, that sort of thing.

I know... But you aren't going to do anything like make her a dragon or some shit, right?

What, you don't want her as a dragon?

...I don't know if she'd be able to handle it... Besides, how big are you making her?

That remains to be seen.

Just don't make her large enough to premiere in monster movies, or the size of a house or something... Just make her like a foot or two bigger, ok?

Actions.

>...Well, I guess.
>Flames, why don't you want a giant minotaur as your wife?
>Beta. My wife is the same size as me and I don't have any problems...
>She's the judge of her own mutations, ok? Not you.
>...Let's talk about this once we can actually do it, ok?
>...You know, I was planning to ask Khorne if he wanted to help. You know, make your wife a Khornate beserker while we're at it... It sounds fun, no?
>Nothing will prevent my search for science, Flames.
>Write-In
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>>659411
>She's the judge of her mutations.
>Don't worry though it won't be too extreme.
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She's the judge of her own mutations. Just down worry, as it won't be too extreme.

Good... So uh, you don't actually think she's a cow, right? You've been making fun of her and the fact she's related to them.

Actions.

>...It's just meant to be a joke, ok?
>Flames, I could give a shit if you married a housecat, let alone a minotaur.
>...I'd prefer if she had scales. That's all I'm saying.
>...I know, you're just a fucking degenerate.
>You're so easy to offend...
>Write-in
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>>659441
>Flames I don't ok. Every bit of shit talk I say is designed for maximum damage. It's not personal. It's war. Shittalk war.
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Flames, I don't think she's a cow. Every bit of shit talk I say is designed for maximum damage though, and it's nothing persona. It's just war. Shit talk war.

Can you leave me out of it then? Or at least Chrysoula? Everyone gives me shit about it. And I nearly lost her...

I'll consider it.

You continue walking to Mousillion with Chrysoula.. After a little bit, you come up to the border, guarded by a handful of watchtowers, still apparently manned and flying the banner of Bretonnia.

You could try to rush past the border, just say fuck it and shapeshift to rush across, or burrow beneath it. Or walk like a normal person.

Actions.

>...You'll shapeshift and just fly to your brother's city. Whatever it was called.
>Burrow down. No need for attention.
>Rush across the border! You don't know if this is legal or not!
>You'll just walk calmly. Maybe you get asked a few questions, but who cares?
>Watchtowers of Bretonnia? Well... You feel like turning a few to cinders today. No doubt they're holding your brother back.
>Write-In
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>>659473
>We will... walk. Maybe get asked a few questions but who cares?
>>
You decide to walk calmly across the border, when you hear a knight ride towards you.

"Halt!"

You of course come to a stop, and the Bretonnian knight rides up to you, accompanied by a handful of other horsemen. Not knights, but soldiers all the same.

"What is it?"

"Firstly, what is this beastman doing in your company?"

"I'm not a man. I'm a woman."

"You all look the same..."

"She's civilized. Don't worry about her."

"Sure she is. Now, why are you crossing into Duke Richard's lands?"

"I'm his brother. Renexizious."

"I doubt it."

"Just point me towards him, alright?"

"The Duke is in the Ducal Palace inside the city."

"I see. Thank you."

"Carry on. If there is word that you or your companion have been causing trouble, you'll be drawn and quartered."

"...Gee, thanks."

The knight and his men leave you, and you continue into Mousillon.

It hasn't really... Improved. Too much. The swamp is still a deathly smell, and you feel water clogging up your boots. You actually hate this place still. However, the roads are a little bit better kept, and some of the swamp has been drained. Not too much, though. Just enough to be slightly less annoying.

Roll me a 1d20+4 for fortunes.
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Rolled 1 + 4 (1d20 + 4)

>>659523
Revving my 1s
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>>659534
Uh.
I was joking dice gods.
I didn't legit want a 1.

This is gonna go so bad.
>>
Anons, use barbaric?

>Yes.
>No.
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>>659542
Yes.
The answer is always yes to barbaric.
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Roll me a 1d20.
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Rolled 16 (1d20)

>>659558
God wills it.
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Rolled 12 (1d20)

>>659558
Revving my 20s
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16

You continue through on the dirt road, and after a hour of traveling through the damned swamp, you eventually see the city of Mousilion...
Which is slightly better then before. There's certainly less rubble, and as you approach you note the populace looks a lot less deformed then last time you came here. There's even armed guards, and the shantytown has slightly decreased in size... Huh. Of course the gate is wide open for anyone, and Chrysoula gets a lot, and you mean a lot of looks from the peasantry. She seems a little uncomfortable by this, but either way you enter the city. The Ducal Palace is in the skylight of the city, and the buildings and homes seem a lot more... Upkept. There's less of a smell of constant death and more of a smell of... Well, nothing in particular. Which is always a good sign.

"Hey uh, Ren? Can we get out of here?"

"People making you nervous?"

"Just a little. Lots of stares..."

Actions.

>...Come on, we're going to see my brother. I think you'll like him.
>...I think we should put an end to that, don't you think?
>Don't worry about it. When I get around to mutating you people will instead of looking on at you in hatred here, will look on you in fear.
>If you want, I can give you a hug or something.
>...They're peasants. Of course they're superstitious.
>...Maybe you should show one of them a lesson. I enjoy it when you punch things.
>Write-In
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>>659593
>They re peasants of course they're superstitious.
>Come on we're going to see my brother. I think you'll like him.
>>
"They're peasants. Come on, of course they're superstitious. besides, we're going to see my brother. I think you'll like him."

"Anything to get out of this sewer town... And also so people stop staring at me."

You approach the Ducal Palace after wandering a bit, and see that a handful of guards patrol around it. You of course, go up to the guard.

"I'm here to see Duke Richard, my brother."

"He's busy for the rest of the month, sir."

"What?"

"He's simply far too busy to talk to people who may or may not be his brother, sir."

"What the hell is with guards and not letting me into places?"

"That's what guards are for, sir."

Actions.

>...Tell him his big brother Renexizious is here, then.
>How busy is he nowadays?
>Just curious, does the Duke have any family?
>...Shapeshift. You won't deal with these mortal affairs.
>Let me in and I won't pommel you.
>Write-In
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>>659643
>Tell him his big brother Renexizious is here.
>Shape shift
Dragon blooded.
>>
You shapeshift to dragonblood form, which doesn't seem to do very much.

"Listen, just tell him his big brother Renexizious is here, alright?"

He nods his head and goes inside. After a few minutes the doors open, and the guard waves for you to go inside.

You enter a rather long sort of throne room, and see your brother Richard dressed in a rather courtly suit, and holding court. You approach, and bow.

"Hey, Richard? It's me."

You hear him snoring, slightly. You see a few signs of sleep deprivation, mostly bags under his eyes.

"...Richard? Wake up."

"Huh? What is it..."

"It's me. Renexizious."

"Huh? Oh..." He yawns heavily.

"...Yeah... Y-you can uh... Just have a free roam..." His head falls back down and goes to sleep.

"Richard!"

"What?! Are we under attack?"

"No. It's me."

"Huh? Oh... Uh, right... Sorry about sleeping... I'm exhausted."

"Why?"

"...Lots of nightmares recently. I'd rather not talk about them. But uh, why are you here?"

Actions.

>I'm here to say hi. And see how you're doing.
>Well, I heard you got vassalized by Brettonians. I'm here to fix that.
>Listen, why don't you get some sleep while and Chrysoula just roam around a bit?
>...I'm uh, curious about what you've been doing. If you need help, that sort of thing.
>Serioiusly? No party or anything? No welcome back celebration?
>...Just curious, do you have a wife yet?
>You need a break, Richard.
>Write-in
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>>659757
>Why are you getting nightmares?
>>
"Why are you getting nightmares, Richard?'

"It's... It's really hard to actually rule this place. I can barely find any time to rest or do anything else besides try to rule. "

"I see."

"...Honestly, if it wasn't for you wanting me to be here, I'd left already."

"Why?

"Stressful, not to mention boring at times and a fucking chore."

Actions.

>You get used to it, believe me.
>...If you want, I can get someone else to rule for you.
>I wouldn't of picked you if I didn't think you were up to the job.
>...Anything odd happen recently?
>Why did you become a vassal of Bretonnia?
>...Are you sure that's why?
>Write-In
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>>659800
>Maybe you need people to help you.
>Are you sure that's why?
>>
"Maybe you need people to help you?"

"...Who else here can help me? I have to rule over a fucking nightmare of a province. Trade commonly gets waylaid, people go missing, knights want me to go questing to prove my worth... That sort of thing. I'd need fifty more clones of myself to catch up on what the fuck I'm supposed to be doing... Fuck , I don' even know if it's having any effect."

"Well... Are you sure that's why?"

"I have no idea, but it's the best guess I got... So uh, feel free to make yourself at home. I'm going to see if I can get some sleep, please don't interrupt me in court, yadadada, I need a fucking bed."

"Sounds good."

"Yeah... So uh, what's with the beastman?"

"Beastgirl. She's a minotaur."

"I see. I didn't think my brother was into that sort of thing."

"Shut up..."

"Well, if you need anything there's servants, an alchemy lab, and my advisors."

Actions.

>...Thanks for the offer. I myself am getting to bed shortly.
>...She's not actually my wife.
>Would you care if I used the alchemy lab?
>I'd like to talk to you more, even if you might fall asleep.
>Hey, just saying... I sort of missed you back home.
>Write-in
>>
>>659839
>Would you care if I used the alchemy lab?
>>
"So uh, would you care if I used the Alchemy Lab?"

"For what?"

"Just uh, science."

He sighs a little.

"As long as you don't blow anything up, sure."

"Thanks."

Hey uh, Ren? Maybe we should ask if he wants to be a dragon.

What? Why?

...I mean, we did plan that out a little. And I hate to leave plans unfinished.

Actions.

>No, I'd rather not have my sibling on a similar power level of mine...
>Sure... And hopefully I can still call him "little" brother.
>Nothing against him, but I was intending that only for my wife. Not for anyone else.
>Sounds good. Mom would love me for it, wouldn't she?
>...That's a terrible plan, honestly.
>Write-In
>>
>>659891
>Sure what could possibly go wrong.
>Ask Richard if he wants to become a dragon.
>>
"Hey, Richard? Want to be a dragon?"

"Huh? Sure..." He says before going back to sleep.

"...Yeah, I think he'd love it."

You quickly rush to the alchemy lab...

Treasury: 30,000$

Actions.

>Work on mutating Chrysoula!
>...Start constructing a dragon mutagen for your brother. (Cost: 10,000, will take an alchemy roll to succeed.)
>...Actually, you were just going to work on a sleep tonic for your brother. He needs one.
>...Maybe you should ask what Chrysoula would like.
>Write-In
>>
>>659930
>Start construction of death mutagen
Another one for the dragon master race.
>>
>>659945
>Death mutagen
I mean dragon mutagen.
No need for death mutagen.
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>>659945
>Start construction of death mutagen
>Construction of death mutagen
>of death mutagen
>death mutagen

There's something wrong with that sentence, anon... How are you going to mutate death?
>>
Roll me a 1d20+5 for alchemy.
>>
Rolled 15 + 5 (1d20 + 5)

>>659977
Rolling.
>>659973
Zombies?
>>
Rolled 5 + 5 (1d20 + 5)

>>659977
This will be fun.
>>
Here are the following effects.

Defects: Very Prone to Anger, Weak Breath Attack, Ambitious, Overweight.
Pros: Huge, Efficient Digestion, Fast Metabolism. Burrower.

It seems when working with crude ingredients and tools, that you have lost some bonuses, such as shapeshifting and Feels no Pain.

Actions.

>...This, this is good. Time to inject it into your brother!
>Throw it away...
>This isn't good enough for your brother... But it's probably good enough for someone else. Hold on to it.
>...You need MODERN tools, and your dimension's ingredients. You'll hold off on this while you're in this dimension... For now, at least.
>Attempt to refine it... Though it may go terribly wrong. (Alchemy, VERY HARD)
>Write-In
>>
>>660031
>Prone to anger
>Dragon
Trash this shit.
Before a town gets nuked for dumb shit.

Work on a sleep tonic.
>>
You destroy the vial, realizing it's useless. Probably because your brother would get angry and destroy shit if you weren't careful.

You decide to work on a sort of sleep tonic for him, however.

Roll me a 1d20+6

By the way, Alchemy has leveled up!
>>
Rolled 14 + 6 (1d20 + 6)

>>660054
>Level up
Wew
>>
14+6=20

Good Success!

You create a rather inexpensive and efffective sleep toxin... Of course, you store in your pocket for Richard...

Anything else in particular?

Actions.

Treasury: 20,000
>...Try your hand at making another dragon mutagen. Maybe you'll get lucky? (Cost: 10,000)
>Time to work on Chrysoula a little.
>Try to make a new potion.
>Actually, you have your own research you want to pursue in alchemy...
>Write-In
>>
>>660099
>Just give Richard the vial of sleep toxin.

Also
>efffective
Must be a really good sleep toxin.
Even OP is slurring.
>>
>>660099
>...Try your hand at making another dragon mutagen. Maybe you'll get lucky? (Cost: 10,000)
Come back to the lab after giving it to him.
>>
>>660115
God, honestly I feel like passing out right now. But I'm trying to continue until around nine or tenish.

You leave the alchemy lab and head back to Richard.

"Dude?"

"Huh? You need something?"

"Yeah... Take this. It'll help."

You give him a small jug of the sleep toxin, and he begins chugging it down.

"That's.... Tastes terrible..." He falls out of his throne, asleep. You drag him back to his bed and he snores contently. You decide to head to bed yourself, and you head to your room, only to find Chrysoula undressing. You quickly and silently close the door, and after a few minutes you head back in, and lay down in the bed, which has lost use of it's legs and has fallen to the floor from Chrysoula's weight. You pass out not too long afterwards.

After a little bit you wake back up, Chrysoula holding you in a sort of bear hug. You get out of it and begin getting dressed, and when you leave you see a... Well, a much less tired looking Richard.

"Renexizious!" He gives you a hug.

"Oh, hey."

"I'm uh, sorry about the shitty meeting yesterday. I couldn't even walk from being so tired... Now, why don't we get a drink?" He seems to be smiling, and much more confident.

Actions.

>That sounds good, yeah.
>...Only if we get into "drunken shenanigans" territory.
>Oh, hey. Why don't I introduce you to my second head's wife, Chrysoula?
>No problem man. I completely understand.
>Have any nightmares tonight?
>Man, I fucking missed you. Always nice to see a family member.
>Write-In
>>
>>660148
>Have any nightmares?
>That sounds good yeah.
>>660145
I don't think we'll make any good mutagens here.
>>
"Have any nightmares?"

"...I don't really remember. But I feel a lot better now. Thanks."

"No problem. Now, let's grab a drink!"

"Hell yeah!"

The two of you walk together to the kitchen, and start drinking a bit.

"So, it's nice to see you again. I uh, missed your company. It's a little lonely here."

"What, how?"

"...Virtually all the nobility were corrupt, vampires, cultist, or worse, so they're all gone. And they were the only people who could READ for Pelor's sake. And now the only people who can read are a few merchants who are gouging me for coin, and the damned Clergy won't come here since this land is cursed, so I can't actually force them to TEACH people to read, so I can't fucking actually have merchants go out and trade, or have doctors in case of a p-"

"Calm down. You're beginning to rant."

"You're right. I am."
He grabs a mug of ale and starts slamming it down.

"It's hard ruling this place. Anyways, mind if I ask why you came here?"

Actions.

>Come on, I don't need a reason to visit family.
>Well, to see if you wanted to be a dragon, and to see if you're alright.
>I may of heard that the Ruinous Powers may be targeting you.
>...I just wanted to say that you're invited to come back home.
>I was curious what you were up to, of course.
>Write-In
>>
>>660251
>I may have heard that the ruinous powers may be targeting you.

Wait is this bad?
>>
>>660266
Depends anon.

I may of heard the Ruinous Powers may be targeting you.

"Erh, who told you that?"

Actions.

>...Have you met Khorne? He's a hell of a guy.
>A wise man, a very good warrior. Maybe I'll introduce you one day.
>Erh, it was a whisper, really.
>...Just curious, have you investigated any of your servants for Chaos worship?
>Write-In
>>
>>660273
>Just curious, have you investigated any of your servants for chaos worship?
>>
"Just curious, have you investigated any of your servants for Chaos Worship?"

"No? Why would I? I don't have any reason to."

Actions.

>...Goddamn it, that's not how things work in this dimension. If they're Chaos worshippers, they'll try to convert or kill you!
>...You need someone to investigate your servants, damn it.
>...Have you stamped out any Chaos Worshippers?
>Do you even know what Chaos is?
>Listen, you can't practice that liberal "freedom of religion" thing in this dimension. The Dark Gods will tear you a new asshole if you do that.
>Write-in
>>
>>660296
>Listen you can't practice that liberal freedom of religion thing in this dimension. The Dark Gods will tear you a new asshole if you do.
>>
"Listen, you can't practice that liberal freedom of religion thing in this dimension. The Dark Gods will tear you a new asshole if you do."

"I don't "tolerate" them, and by Brettonian law I have to get rid of them. But I doubt any of my servants would convert, that seems highly unlikely."

"As unlikely as it is, you need to investigate."

"Right..."

"So uh, you got vassalized by Brettonia, eh?"

"Yeah. I didn't have any say in the matter since you left me hanging. I had no troops, money, anything. They did leave me in charge of the Duchy though. That was nice."

Actions.

>...You can't be a vassal. You're going to be a dragon, damn it.
>...Don't you think you can be a better ruler? Have you looked at the life of the average Brettonian serf?
>Listen, I don't care if your a vassal or not... I just care that my little brother is alright.
>...Listen, do you want my help?
>God, I hated the ruler I served under... A weak mortal, the king of Sweden. I believe I ate him...
>...Take my advice, Brettonia is pretty shitty. I recommend you take your chances with the Empire.
>So uh, got any work you want me to help you with?
>Write-In
>>
>>660335
>Listen do you want my help?
We can do it bro.
Just crunch them all.
>>
"Listen, do you want my help?"

"Well, sure. I wouldn't deny my brother's help."

"Great... Now, want to be freed from Brettonia?"

"...And enter a costly civil war? No thanks. Brettonia and the Empire are fighting each other, and I'm expected to contribute somehow."

"It's perfect, you can betray the King of Brettonia when he's his weakest, crunch all the humans..."

"Erh, brother... I'm not as ruthless as you are. There is such as thing called chivalry. So sorry, but no betraying allies or people I've sworn my service to... Which is the King of Brettonia."

"...You paladins and your chivalry... It would be so much simpler to attack."

"It's dishonorable and craven to think of that..."

Actions.

>...Listen, I think I'll need a few more friends to help me out here. Like Frankizka and shit.
>Come on, it's as easy a one, a two, a crunch!
>...I'll make you that dragon mutagen firstly...
>Is there any... You know, modern alchemy stations nearby?
>Right... Guess the easy way's out?
>What's more valuable, human lives or your honor?
>I admire your knightly principles... Although outdated.
>Write-In
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>>660385
OP what are our odds of flying to both places and just wrecking their leaders?
>>
>>660399
Well, honestly you'd have your ass kicked without help. It'd be like the time you crushed a dwarven king and nearly died. But this time there's two dwarven kings who have enchanted shit and their mooks.
>>
>>660385
>>660411
Ok then tell him we will need some friends to help us.


We gotta assemble the super friends.
>>
"Alright, fine. I'll need some friends to help us."

"Come on... I haven't seen my brother for what feels like months. I'd rather you don't go."

"I'll be back, soonish."

"...See to it, then. But uh, what exactly is the plan?"

"Well, I was thinking about crushing and eating their leaders a little."

"...That's still breaking the laws of chiva-"

"Hey, I'm not associated with you. It's just a coincedence."

"...We can't solve everything through violence. If we kill either of them then both of their empires fall apart!"

"That sounds great, cleaning it up will be far easier..."

"That's not great. Not at all. Because if they all fall apart then those Chaos assholes will come down south again."

"Oh."

"It's more complicated then whatever your used to, Ren..."

"Listen, I'll be back in a while. Just sit tight."

"...Alright..."

You leave the palace and carefully burrow beneath the city, and start tunneling as fast as you can to the portal you came from...

After nearly two days straight of tunneling (and occassionally eating a farm, people and cattle and crops alike), you finally get to the portal... And you prepare to jump through, shifting into your human form...

Roll me a 1d2 for going through strange portals!
>>
Rolled 2 (1d2)

>>660446
Rolling.
>>
You of course, go through the portal, and end up on the other side...

On the other side, the portal behind you blinks out of existence... And more strangely, you feel like this place is similar... And you recognize this place as the... Goddamn it, you're in the nazi dimension. Which is cool, but that's the last place you need to be in. You also hear distant explosions from above... Huh.

Actions.

>...Fuck it, you'll wait for the portal to come back online. You can't get sidetracked.
>...Bismark came from this place... And he has the knowledge of something called the Internet... Maybe it might be worth it to explore a little?
>...Burrow outside of the dimension room and poke your head up outside. Your curious on what's going on...
>Write-In
>>
>>660462
>...Bismark came from this place... And he has the knowledge of something called the Internet... Maybe it might be worth it to explore a little?
>>
>>660488
This.
Maybe we can find cool stuff.
>>
You decide to explore a little bit around the place... Which means crawling through the familiar ventilation.

As you crawl out of it, you note that the facility that you entered seems recently abandoned, and you hear gunshots and artillery landing overhead. Along with the occassional shout... It seems safe enough here, however. In addition, some glowing boxes, which Claw described to you as "computers" dot the room, asking for passwords and usernames. Of course, there's a door to what seems to be an office, and another door to a staircase...

Current Form: Human

Actions.

>Shapeshift...
>Maybe you should burrow up to the surface? It will seem a lot more convenient?
>...You bet you can understand how these "computers" work. Try to login into them.
>Explore the office... It could be interesting.
>Go into the stairwell... Better moving then remaining still.
>Write-In
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>>660509
>You bet you can understand how these computers work
>>
Roll me a 1d20+8 to understand how computers work.
>>
Rolled 3 + 8 (1d20 + 8)

>>660516
>than
Let's see if Ren can into computers
>>
Allowing samefaggging anons.
>>
Rolled 10 + 8 (1d20 + 8)

>>660516
Reckless samefaggotry coming
>>
10+8=18

Borderline Success!

You... You guess a little on how these computers work, you honestly have no idea, but you make a mental note to take one for later for you to study. And dissect what it's password and ID could be.

After that, you decide to investigate the office, which rewards you with a blueprint of... Well, what seems to be a rocket. You pocket it. You also see what seems to be a labcoat...

Actions.

>...You'll explore further, go upstairs.
>No, grab a computer and leave. You're not getting involved in whatever's happening upstairs.
>...Head to the office and put the labcoat on. You need somesort of disguise...
>Shapeshift.
>Write-In
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>>660545
>Head to the office and put a lab coat on.

So we now have plans for a rocket.
That's nice.
>>
You head down into the office, and put on a labcoat... And decide to go up the stairwell.

The gunshots get louder, and you hear yelling not too far away, eventually you continue deeper into the complex, where it seems evacuations are underway by some Wehrmacht soldiers and the scientists. You of course, curious, approach.

"Move, move! The yankees will be here any minute!" The soldiers seem to be knocking on office doors, looking for anyone still here most likely.

"What's going on?"

One of the German soldiers approaches you, and looks closely.

"Yankees took us by surprise... As we speak they're advancing on this base."

"Really?"

"Of course! Our job is to secure the scientists here and their projects... You have everything loaded, right?"

Actions.

>...I'm uh... I'll be right back. I left stuff downstairs...
>Where are we going to evacuate to?
>...I'll fight against the yankees with you. It's not my first fight.
>...I left all my files on my computer! I must go back and get it, and come with you soldier types!
>Shapeshift!
>Write-In
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>>660567
>Where are we evacuating to
>I left my files on my computer! I must go back and get it!

Don't tell me this is D-day or some shit.
This is bad.
For the Nazis I mean
I'm okay with this.


Also I must go to sleep.
Bye OP.
>>
"Where are we evacuating to?"

"We're moving to the other side of Paris!"

"Shit, I left my stuff on my computer! I'll be right back!"

The soldier nods and evacuates the rest of the scientists, while you rush down and carefully unplug a computer...

Eventually, that's done... But you have two options...

Actions.

>Fuck this, the Germans can fend for themselves. Go back through the ventilation.
>...Maybe you can get some more tech. Go with the German evacuation.
>You should actively help the Germans... You know, fight their battle?
>The Americans were right... You should assist the Allies.
>Shapeshift. (Specify)
>Write-In
>>
Going to also grab some shut eye anons.
>>
>>660590
>Maybe you can get some more German tech. Go with the evacuation.
>>
Literally, as soon as I say that someone posts.

Just fuck my shit up anons.
>>
You grab the computer and rush up the stairs to the evacuation, rushing out a set of doors and narrowly jump into a truck. A few Wehrmacht soldiers shoot at an enemy you cannot see, while the truck begins to drive away. The scientists chatter excitedly about what just happened, mostly about the explosions and the battleground that Paris is becoming. Eventually a scientist starts talking to you.

"Hey, do I know you?"

"I"m uh, Ren."

"Ren? You remind me of Kristoph down in Engineering."

"I'm uh, Dr. Ren. I'm part of the... Rocket division."

"I see. Would you happen to know where they're taking us?"

"To the other side of Paris, I think."

"Huh... Thank you."

"No problem."

After a little longer the truck pulls up beside an army base, and you and the rest of the scientists are pulled out of the trucks.

"What's going on?"

The scientist from earlier responds.

"Reassignment, doctor."

"Ah."

After a little while, the line of doctors begins to thin and your face to face with a SS officer. Oh boy.

"Name?"

"Renexizious Thorson."

"...No stated background, and I don't believe your name is on here. Would you care to explain to me what this is?"

Actions.

>Someone got the papers mixed up, sir.
>...I'm uh, a intern.
>I'm just a man stealing a computer from the nazis. That's it.
>You aren't good at this whole sneaky thing. Shapeshift
>My occupation is Dragon. It should be listed on there.
>...I uh, came through a blue portal, put on a lab coat, and found out that you guys were evacuating so I came along....
>Pheromones somehow?
>Write-In
>>
>>660658
>Someone got the papers mixed up, sir.
>>
>>660658
>...I uh, came through a blue portal, put on a lab coat, and found out that you guys were evacuating so I came along...
>>
"Well, let's see... Someone got the papers got mixed up, probably. But what is equally likely is that I came through a blue portal, found a comfortable lab coat, and found out the Wehrmacht was evacuating us."

"...I very much doubt that."

"Come on, it's the truth."

"It sounds nearly impossible. Blue portals? How many alcohol rations do they give you scientists?"

"Not enough?"

He grins a little.

"I see, a joker..."

He walks off to talk with his commandant on what exactly to do with you, and he begins to come back.

"...We'll sort this out with high command. You'll be headed to Wissencraft in Austria meanwhile."

"...What exactly is that place?"

"Underground manufactory, biological, and anti-yankee testing laboratory. Second largest in Austria."

"Really? Thank you."

"Hold on, your papers will be in transit. By the time you get there we should of confirmed if you actually work for us, or are just a damned poor British spy."

Actions.

>...I don't think that'll be a problem.
>Me? British Spy? That's rather unlikely.
>...Listen, I don't know about you but I'd rather fight the enemies of the Reich... Could you give me a firearm or something in case any Yankees attack?
>...Could you give me some more specifics on what Wissencraft does?
>...Just saying, you might not find any papers on me. I'm a... Super secret scientist or something?
>This sounds... Interesting, actually. I'll be happy to come along.
>Sorry, but I'm not going anywhere.
>Is there any field research divisions by Paris?
>Write-In
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>>660876
>This sounds... Interesting, actually. I'll be happy to come along.
>>
"Well... That actually does sound interesting. I'd be willing to go."

"Good. Get into the fourth truck on your right."

"Got it, thank you."

You get into the truck, which is rather notable to be empty in the back, save two other scientists. It begins to drive off while you relax and enjoy the scenery.

"Excuse me, but who are you?" Asks one of the scientists.

Actions

>Just call me Dr Ren. I have a PhD in medicine and biology...
>I'm Renexizious the dragon. Ever heard of me?
>First, who are you?
>That's not important.
>Write In
>>
Bump
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>>661216
Ya boi here to save the day.
Wasn't this quest brimming with people before?
>>661044
>I'm Renexizious the dragon. Ever heard of me?
>>
>>661222
Yeah, but it's still pretty early.

"I'm Renexizious the dragon. Ever heard of me?"

"Strange name... Inside joke maybe? I'm doctor Otto's Ambrose."

"I think I read about you... Interesting. Nice to meet you."

"Read about me?

"You came up with some chemical weapons, right?"

"Yes? How do you know about me?"

Actions

>Oh, I know a lot.
>Could you give me the recipe to some of your weapons? I'm a fan.
>What specifically did you invent again?
>I'm from another dimension.
>You know, I have a project you could help me on. However, it'll be a long journey to my home...
>What are you working on now?
>Seriously, I am a dragon.
>Write In
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>>661288
>"Imagine, that I am a time traveler. In my future, your findings have let us transform people into dragons, and that you have become famous for it. Now imagine that thats bullshit and I've really just read about you."
>"But seriously, I'm a dragon"
>>
"Imagine, that I am a time traveler. In my future, your findings have let us transform people into dragons, and that you have become famous for it. Now imagine that's bullshit and I've really just read about you. But seriously, I am a dragon."

"Erh, you aren't going through some sort of shock from the Yankees attack, right?"

"I'm not. I am honestly tired of you mortals thinking I'm not a dragon."

"Right, You're rather eccentric. What are you researching anyways?"

Actions

>I can prove that I'm a dragon.
>Just alchemy. Mutations.
>The internet.
>Nothing. I don't work for the Nazis.
>Man, this is cool meeting nazi scientists. Just saying.
>Just laser weaponry.
>Write In
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>>661339
>I can prove that I'm a dragon.
>Write In
"Well that depends, publicly or privately? I personally have great interest in chemical studies in regards to forced evolutionary mutagens. The ability to make people stronger, faster or provide unnatural talents like claws, low-light sight or aquatic respiration.

However I also have a history in weapons design, political theory, dabble in poetry, know multiple languages and have a limited talent in sculpting. However I doubt that I'll be asked to use most of that for the war effort!"
>>
>>661397
seconded
>>
"Well that depends, publicly or privately? I personally have great interest in chemical studies in regards to forced evolutionary mutagens. The ability to make people stronger, faster or provide unnatural talents like claws, low-light sight or aquatic respiration.

However I also have a history in weapons design, political theory, dabble in poetry, know multiple languages and have a limited talent in sculpting. However I doubt that I'll be asked to use most of that for the war effort!"

"That's unbelievable. How come I have never heard of you?"

"Well, other dimension."

"I dread to think you're lying, but I can't help but be interested in your studies. Forced evolution is as most people know, simply science fiction. It would be impossible to give a human being claws... Do you have any proof that you did this?"

Actions

>Shapeshift.
>That's sort of why I'm coming. I got to make a mutagen.
>It's far from impossible. You're just a chemist though... A good one, but far from impossible.
>Mutter some words in the languages you know.
>...Cast a spell?
>Later. Once we come to a stop.
>Don't worry doctor, you'll be working with me.
>Summon a familiar.
>Write In
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>>661429
Aren't we in a truck?
>"Well you see, im a dragon. If you'd stop the truck for a second i can get out and shapeshift if you'd like"
>Shapeshift if you stop and get out
otherwise
>"Alright, i guess i'll show you once we stop."
>>
"I'll show you once we stop then."

"I see."

Actions

>Engage in technobabble for the rest of the trip. (Time skip)
>Just curious, have you ever met Fenrir?
>How's the war against the Allies going?
>Erh, do you know someone called Bismark?
>I'm curious... How do computers work?
>Engage in a intellectual conversation. See how smart he is compared to you.
>What exactly is Wissencraft?
>Try to stop the truck.
>Write In
>>
>>661463
>I'm curious... How do computers work?
>>
>>661463
>I'm curious... How do computers work?
>>
"Excuse me, but do you know how computers work?"

"Well, yes. But you'd need to plug it into a electric socket."

"And we seem to be lacking one..."

The trip goes steadily... Roll me a 1d20+3 for fortunes
>>
Rolled 8 + 13 (1d20 + 13)

>>661598
>>
Rolled 19 + 3 (1d20 + 3)

>>661598
>>
The trip to Wissencraft goes steadily, the occasional stop to refuel or whatnot. However, at one of the stops at the petrol station you see another truck pull up. Some well dressed SS soldiers begin to get out of it, and slowly approach the vehicle and start asking questions to the scientist besides you. You of course, overhead.

"Is the man known as Ren aboard this truck?"

"Erh, yes. He's beside me, sir."

"Thank you then, citizen."

An officer calls your name, and you poke your head out.

"If the doctor known as Ren is aboard this truck, could he step out of the vehicle? We have questions to ask."

Actions

>Nope. Bad idea.
>You have nothing to worry about, remain calm and cool.
>...Time for plan B, shapeshift into your human sized dragon form and fly through the roof and get out of there!
>Write In
>>
>>661679
>You have nothing to worry about, remain calm and cool.
>Shapeshift to dragonblood.
>>
>>661679
>You have nothing to worry about, remain calm and cool.
>>
You carefully shift into your dragon blood form and begin to step out of the truck.

"Yes? What is it?"

"Under suspicious circumstances, we've been asked to bring you into questioning about your foreign nature... Such as coming from portals."

"...Why?"

"We are more then happy to leave you alone once we know why you're here, and clear things up... Not to mention questions, sir."

Actions

>I'm not going with you, damn it.
>Fine. I suppose this should be entertaining.
>What if I refuse?
>Shapeshift.
>Can this wait? I'm in the middle of something.
>I'm not going to be shot and left in a ditch, right?
>Let's get this over with, I am indeed foreign, and I am in fact a dragon.
>Write In
>>
>>661724
>Let's get this over with, I am indeed foreign, and I am in fact a dragon.
>I'm here to assist your scientists with their research.
>Shapeshift to half-dragon
>>
>>661724
>Let's get this over with, I am indeed foreign, and I am in fact a dragon.
then
>>661741
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"Let's get this over with, I am indeed foreign and I am in fact a dragon who's here to help your scientists with their research."

You begin shifting into your half dragon form, and they seem shocked.

"S-sir, I think we shou-"

"The Reich doesn't tolerate cowards Obermann. But by God, I wasn't expecting this.."

"But we don't even know what he is!"

The officer sighs a little, frustrated.

"I have orders to bring you to a researcher to ask questions, damn it. Cooperate and we'll send you on your way..."

Actions

>I suppose.
>You don't understand the position your in, mortal. Shapeshift to a dragon.
>Leave me and the scientists alone or you'll have a crippling headache.
>No, and that's final.
>Do you want to mess with a dragon? (Intimidation, HARD)
>Listen, I'm a big fan of the Reich, and I'd hate myself for hurting a nazi. You can be assured that I'm here on the best of intentions. (Charisma, Hard)
>Write In
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>>661782
>Listen, I'm a big fan of the Reich, and I'd hate myself for hurting a nazi. You can be assured that I'm here on the best of intentions. (Charisma, Hard)
Let's see if we can turn this hard roll into a normal one.
>I've read much about Ambrose's work. I already have knowledge of mutagens and their practical applications. If you allow me, I could benefit the Reich.
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Roll me a 1d20+10, normal roll due to explanation above.
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Rolled 18 + 10 (1d20 + 10)

>>661830
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Great Success.

"Listen, I'm a big fan of the Reich, and I'd hate myself for hurting a nazi. You can be assured that I'm here on the best of intentions. Not to mention I've read much about Ambrose's work. I already have knowledge of mutagens and their practical applications. If you allow me, I could benefit the Reich."

The officer pauses.

"Well... Fine. If we hear about any trouble though, you're coming with us."

"That won't be a problem."

"Good. Have s good day then."

The two of you exchange a Roman salute and you shift back into your human form, and begin to climb into the back of the truck. You sit back down to Ambrose.

"Holy shit, you're some type of... Reptilian humanoid."

"Now you've figured that out?"

"By God, I have... What exact chemical properties do you have?"

"What?"

"This is utterly amazing! Non-human life!"

"It's not that amazing."

A few of the scientists talk among themselves and ask you a lot of questions. A lot.

"Calm down everyone. I'll answer your questions when we get there."

Hey, uh, Ren?

What do you need, Flames?

Are we actually going to help them, or just shamelessly take their tech?

What do you want?

I fucking love Nazis, honesty. I think that's something we both share. So what's the plan Ren?

Actions

>Just sabotage.
>...So uh, you don't think I'll be able to meet the Führer himself?
>...I wonder how Hitler would be like as a dragon...
>We're grabbing tech and heading back.
>Well, we're going to make our brother a dragon mutagen with the Nazis.
>We're helping them of course! For the Reich!
>We're exchanging technology, Flames.
>How about you ask later?
>Write In
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>>661905
>...So uh, you don't think I'll be able to meet the Führer himself?
>Well, we're going to make our brother a dragon mutagen with the Nazis.
>...I wonder how Hitler would be like as a dragon...
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Well, first we're making our brother a dragon, then we'll meet Hitler and give him some mutagen as well... God I can't wait! I mean, meeting Adolf Hitler? Seriously, that's a once in a lifetime event!

Oh man, now you're making me excited. Fuck yeah, let's do this!

The truck continues to go uphill until you reach the summit and see a small concrete bunker sticking out of the ground, patrolled by guards. You get unloaded not too far from it and approach the guards who wave you in, along with Ambros.

"So, what exactly are you going to do?"

"What is there in this facility?"

"Manufacturing, test chambers, you name it, we've got it."

Actions

.
>I might need a few test subjects. Know where I can find those?
>I need a workbench for alchemy. I mean chemistry...
>Ooh, a manufactory... Maybe you could bring back weapons?
>Is there a launch pad for rockets?
>What are you working on?
>Write zin
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I'll be back in an hour anons.
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>>661965
>Write zin
"Well, that depends I can, in theory, begin mutagen productions or I could perform some occult acts... alternatively. I could assist in technical development."
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>>662109
This.
With scientists helping, we should easily be able to further our research in mutagens, rockets, and computers. Now maybe we could make a mutagen that has virtually no drawbacks.
But perhaps that's just wishful thinking.
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>>662174
A more realistic view would be one where no major drawbacks are present.
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"Well, that depends. I can in theory, begin mutagen productions or I could perform some occult acts. Alternatively. I could could also assist in technical development."

"Well, unlike me you don't have a manager. It's up to you what you want to do."

"...Well, I'll start with the basics then. Mutagens."

"Right... Uh, how exactly do they work?"

"It's mostly my blood, which is magical in nature, mutating a cell due to radioactive components. It's quite simple, really."

"So... What exactly can you make?"

"That varies. I can make a dragonblood mutagen, which essentially gives people some vestigal looks, such as slit eyes, occassional scales around their eyes, and they tend to be tougher and healthier, but still be human. Or whatever they were previously. Half dragon is much, much more extreme, essentially making you a dragon but humanoid, lacking wings. Then dragon, which is very expensive to make, but very powerful..."

"Interesting. You can do this with your blood?"

"Well, yes. But I can also do it with other species. For example, if one got a dog and a human, put their blood into a small vial, and put a little bit of my blood in, it would act similar to glue in the mutagenic process, making something like a dog half-dragon or something. The science isn't too clear, and the only result I got was a Mantis Half-Dragon who was too valuable to waste and in addition couldn't be touched without fear of death."

"That's interesting. So you can make things like you?"

"Yes. I would assume there's other subtypes I could make people into, but I haven't really explored it."

"That's quite interesting. If you don't mind me asking, what happens if you give a patient twice the recommended dosage of mutagen?"

"Death or cardiac arrest. It's very careful and precise."

"That's a little rough, but interesting..."

"Anyways, if you need me, I'd like a small team of scientists to help me while I work on a mutagen..."

What work on?

Actions.

>Try to make a new mutagen! (This option takes you to a menu for new mutagens)
>Refine a mutagen!
>...Time to go a little eccentric. Maybe you should make a mutagen using another animal's DNA?
>No, you'd rather do something else.
>Create a pre-existing mutagen.
>...Just curious, would you like to be mutated?
>...You should work on a mutagen for Chrysoula.
>Write-In
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>>662282
>Try to make a new mutagen! (This option takes you to a menu for new mutagens)
>>
You decide to make a new mutagen.

>Try to make a new type of Dragonblood mutagen.
>Try to make a new type of Half-Dragon Mutagen.
>Try to make a new Dragon Mutagen. (Nazis are funding this.)
>...You know, why don't you try to add wings to the half-dragon mutagen? (Alchemy, HARD)
>...The Dragonblood mutagen should have a sibling. Make a cross of a half-dragon and a dragonblood, combining the dragonblood's human-like looks with the Half-Dragon's strength and size. And scales. (Alchemy, HARD)
>...Maybe you should see about making a mutagen which can effect another race besides Human?
>Write-In
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>>662365
Also, write-in is just in case anons want to come up with their own mutagen ideas.
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>>662365
>Try to make a new type of Dragonblood mutagen.
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Waiting ten more minutes anons.
>>
Roll me a 1d20+6
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Rolled 13 + 6 (1d20 + 6)

>>662435
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Rolled 2 + 6 (1d20 + 6)

>>662435
Let's see if I fuck this up.
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Rolled 11 + 6 (1d20 + 6)

>>662435
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13+6=19

Here's what the new Dragonblood mutagen gets.

Pros: Semi-Waterbreathing, Very Minor Ice Aura.
Cons: Vulnerable to Heat.

You note that patients injected with this mutagen seem to have a small aura of... Well, cold. As cold as being in a refrigerator, at least. However, they seem quite vulnerable to heat common to the Mediterranean, and seem to start sweating heavily. Desert temperatures are assumed to be dangerous for prolonged periods of time... In addition however, you note that they have the remarkable ability to breathe for a short time underwater for at least an hour and thirty minutes. You decide to call the mutagen the Dragonblood Mark Two.

Actions

>...Give it a different name
>Well, time to work on a different mutagen! (Specify from the list before.)
>Maybe you should refine it? (Alchemy, HARD)
>That's good enough, time to do something else.
>Write-in
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>>662527
>Time to work on a different mutagen

Half dragon Nazis?
Half dragon Nazis.
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>>662527
>Write-in
Attempt to create a combat enhancement drug; faster reactions, quicker clotting blood, sharper senses, stronger muscles, dulled pain. That sort of thing.
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Waiting ten more minutes anons.
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>>662575
Actually this sounds good as well.

Make a super serum.
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Roll me a 1d20+6 then anons.
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Rolled 6 + 6 (1d20 + 6)

>>662608
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Rolled 20 + 6 (1d20 + 6)

>>662608
Captain America when?
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>>662691
Apparently now.
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>>662691
...Now?


Well, our military is getting one hell of an upgrade when we get back...
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>>662691
Dice god loves memes and pop culture references.

I always knew this was true.

When we give out this shit the ads anf propaganda will make itself.
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Critical Success!

After some heavy experimentation with the fellow scientists, you create a very, very expensive... But very effective combat drug. When applied, it visibly causes muscles to double, nearly instantaneous reaction, and essentially no way to feel pain... Not to mention a very fast healing system, capable of regenerating broken arms in minutes. You dare to wonder what happens if you gave Khornates this... However, in order to produce one of these, it costs five-thousand dollars. Cheap, maybe. But expensive in bulk.
The drug also is radioactive, requiring iodine to prevent radiation poisoning, and you don't precisely know the long term side effects... The fellow scientists help out and say that the price could easily be reduced with more access to methamphetamines and morphine. They also copy it down and seem very impressed... They call it "Muskel Blood" mocking it a little.

Actions.

>...You need another mutagen. Another! (Specify which mutagen to make)
>...You have another idea...
>...Try to make a weaker variant of this drug. (Alchemy, HARD)
>This is good... Maybe you should look into weaponry and other such things.
>You should rename this drug.
>Write-In
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>>662792
So when we get back we should make an elite unit of super soldiers.

And we need methamphetamines and morphine when we make this.

>Muskel blood
I like this name.

Anyways let's look into weaponry.

OP when can we make more runes?
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You get new runes when you level up Enchanting... Which is done by enchanting.

You decide to turn your attention away from making mutagens towards making somesort of weapon. The Nazis are thrilled to have you look into this, and watch eagarly.

Actions.

>Make a new gun... (If you want, specify if a machine gun, assault rifle, etc...)
>...You know, maybe you should look into armor. That's rarely touched upon.
>...Ammunition. You've heard about the American's and the British tracer magazines and clips.
>This is simple, focus on making weapons and armor specific for a race. (Specify if for Half-Dragons, Dragons, Minotaurs, Dwarves, and Lycanthropes. This will make weapons more effective, and armor fit them instead of humans.)
>...Focus on the bigger stuff. Maybe you should look at the German's tanks and artillery...
>Hold on... You remember that Lorriana has some laser technology. You should hold this off...
>On second hand, you'll just go back to mutagens.
>Write-In
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>>662792
Intelligence dragonblood mutagen?
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>>662855
>Artillery and Tanks
Big booms are always good.
>>
You take a look at the artillery and tanks, which are smaller then your dimension's counterparts. Huh.

Actions.

>Maybe come up with a new light tank?
>Medium tank. There we go.
>...Heavy tank. That's a big boom.
>Maybe a sort of super-heavy tank?
>You know, why not focus a little into rocket artillery? You've heard good things about it.
>Howitizers are the classic big gun... Look into that.
>Anti air is essential now, especially with jets becoming modern-place.
>You know what? Fuck it. You're coming up with YOUR OWN tank or artillery piece...
>No, head back.
>Write-in
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>>662936
Can we make a tank that can become an artillery piece?

It sounds stupid doesn't?
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>>662945
Seige tanks?
Aww yiss.
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Roll me a 1d20+8 for siege tanks.
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Rolled 16 + 8 (1d20 + 8)

>>662977
Ready to roll out!
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Rolled 17 + 8 (1d20 + 8)

>>662977
>>
Rolled 10 + 8 (1d20 + 8)

>>662977
Yes I see the problem.
The guns aren't big enough.
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17+8=25

Great Success!

You create a sort of medium tank. It's capable of firing at targets from afar, and up close with a very flexiable barrel, but excels at neither. It's armor is mediocre, but can deal good damage to infantry and tanks if used correctly. It acts as a tank destroyer if converted to a tank.

You decide to call it the Greathammer Siege Tank, and move on... Eventually though, you yawn.

"God, this science stuff takes a hit on the nerves... Maybe I should get some sleep." You say aloud to no one, as the nazi scientists are too busy studying your siege tank to really listen.

Actions.

>...Yeah, you should get some rest.
>Hold on, you have an idea for a mutagen...
>Time to make some dragon mutagens for Adolf and Richard!
>You need some more weapons... More!
>Chrysoula mutagen? Do it!
>...You know, you have a need to kick some allied ass. Maybe you should ask Otto if there's any allies you can kick around.
>Write-In
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>>663056
We should sleep

Maybe we can make ammo to make the siege tank more effective when we wake up.
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You decide to go to sleep, and you ask one of the guards where the barracks is. He points to a small room which you head towards, and fall asleep inside.

After a few hours of glorious sleep, you get back up and stretch. Time to awe some mortals again with your genius...

As you get up you hear that many of the scientists have begun to envy you for your fast accomplishments, and the fact you've been doing this all without a budget.
Of course, you spend a few hours drawing up some ammo types to go with the siege tank, your usual kind of high explosive, armor piercing, chemical... Oh yeah, you got it all planned out.

Hey uh, Ren?

Yeah?

So uh, when are we doing that mutation thing for Chrysoula?

It wasn't really on my priorities... I'm just having a lot of fun doing science right now.

I know, it's fun... But we've got a empire to rule and a brother that needs us. We can't dawdle and make cool shit all day.

Well, when did you want to leave?

...Maybe tommorow? We can always come back later... Besides, we have a scientist which you like back at home to do this stuff for us.

Actions.

>...Well, fine. I suppose we'll get to it soon enough.
>Come on, our brother will be fine.
>...If you want, I can work on that mutation for Chrysoula.
>Come on, they can wait.
>Come on, I'm like a kid in a candy shop. Just give me a day or two...
>...I'm in the middle of making artillery shells, ok? Go away.
>Lorriana might be smart, but I'm smarter. Also this is fun as fuck.
>...You know, some time we should work with Lorriana. It'd be like somesort of nerdy, awkward date. But not nerdy or awkward because I'm there.
>Write-In
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>>663117
We should give the mutagen and research to Hitler and portal these scientists with us.
>>
Well, I'll give the mutagen and research to Hitler and leave with these scientist...

I uh, don't think he'd like that/

What?

I mean, these guys are the reason Nazi Germany is winning. I don't think he'd give up his card just for a handful of things to help him. Even if it might make him a dragon.

Hm...

Also, we have a few objectives. Make our bro into a dragon, make Chrysoula awesome, and maybe get our friends... But I'm feeling like just terrorizing humans with our brother.

Actions

>Fine then, give me a moment to research this shit.
>Make Chrysoula and Richard awesome. Got it.
>...I'm getting these scientists one way or the other.
>...Listen, I think he'll be very amiable if we give him the mutagen and show him what it does. Hitler would love being able to crush the Allies under his reptillian foot, after all.
>...Let's just head straight home then, god.
>Write-In
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>>663117
OP can we try studying the Captain America mutagen to figure out the effects it might have long term on someone?

Also can we make it possible to use on Chrysoula?
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>>663181
Long term effects in order to understand would take a very long time. That's why they're called long term effects.
Also, yes this can be used on Chrysoula.
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>>663190
Got it.
>>663178
>Then let's head home then, god.

We've at least made some cool stuff.

I assume we can make it when we get back to Sweden.
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>>663190
If mutagens can be reversed, we're giving it to her. Also, let's set up a line of different tanks and guns for Hitler's war effort, as well as bulk stock of the mutagen in exchange for scientists.
We Wolfenstein now.
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>>663235
Anon, it's a drug, not a mutation. This means in order for her to keep all the stuff the drug gives her, she'll have to consume a regular amount of it. Also, mutations can be reversed, even if it's a bit lengthy.

...Then let's head home then, god.

Well, I thought you wanted to make the dragon mutagen for Hitler and Richard? Now I'm confused...

I was thinking about giving them some guns and tanks, along with some mutagen in exchange for scientists.

So uh, can we clarify? What the fuck are we doing?

Actions.

>We're not making Adolf a dragon. That's a bad idea.
>...Richard's good as a half-dragon. Also so I can call him my "little brother".
>I was planning to make that shit when we get home so the Nazis don't figure out how to make it.
>...I was about to make it until you interrupted me. I mean, they're paying for this stuff and not me.
>Fuck, now I'm confused...
>Come on, let's just meet with my role mod- I mean, Hitler, and see if he's cool or not. Also so we can do a trade for scientists.
>Write-in
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>>663311
>Come on, let's just meet with my role mod- I mean, Hitler, and see if he's cool or not. Also so we can do a trade for scientists.
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>>663333
Sick quads.

Come on, let's just meet with my role mod- I mean, Hitler, and see if he's cool or not. Also so we can do a trade for scientists.

Sounds like a rough-fitting plan with a lot of holes in it. Let's do it. Just saying that maybe we should get that shit done before we leave so we save time.

You return to reality...

Actions.

>...Well, time to excuse yourself from this base and get your ass to Berlin.
>Actually, maybe you'll get in Hitler's good graces first... Maybe you should take care of some Allies? That would help him. Also you haven't eaten breakfast yet.
>Hold it, first you should make some dragon mutagens for Richard. That was a core thing you were going to do!
>...Maybe you should make a dragon mutagen for Hitler? That would CERTAINLY make him like you at least.
>...Well... Since you're friends with Flames, maybe you should research a mutagen for Chrysoula.
>...Flames, are you alright if I give your wife that Muskel Blood?
>Well... You have a day. Time for more science!
>Write-In
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>>663375
>Research a mutagen for Chrysoula.
May dice gods please give us a 20 for this.
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>>663389
This.
>>
Huh, mutation for Chrysoula.

You start coming up with a few ideas for what to mutate Chrysoula as... Of course, Flames advocates for "bigger, larger, stronger!" while Fenrir doesn't give a shit.

Of course, you start grinding up the mutagen, Flames telling you not to "make her a fucking half-dragon or anything with scales."

Roll me a 1d20+6 to make her stronger, faster, tougher.
>>
Rolled 1 + 6 (1d20 + 6)

>>663411
>>
Rolled 8 + 6 (1d20 + 6)

>>663411
>QuestingQM
Rolling for making Chrysoula 'uge.
>>663415
Wew
>>
Rolled 9 + 6 (1d20 + 6)

>>663411
>>
So, anons... Barbaric?

>Yes.
>No.
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>>663422
Yes.
>>
>>663422
Yes.
>>
Roll me a 1d20 for barbarian science.
>>
Rolled 3 (1d20)

>>663441
Needs more rocks.
And skulls.
>>
Rolled 18 (1d20)

>>663441
>>
18

Great Success!

You make a successful mutation for Chrysoula... Which you have a suspicion is a little bit... Barbaric. There's just something wild about the vial that the mutagen swooshes around in, and you pocket it.
You won't know what this does until you give it to a minotaur, or Chrysoula.

Actions.

>...Time for a dragon mutagen for Richard.
>Adolf Dragon When?
>...Flames, want to take bets on what this will do?
>Time to leave. And head to Berlin.
>You can research something else at least.
>The internet! How could you forget? You need to figure it out.
>Maybe you should have some Allies for lunch. And so the Reich likes you a little more.
>Write-In
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>>663486
>The internet! How could you forget? You need to figure it out.
But dragon Hitler first.
>>
Anyone else watching the vice presidential debate?

You decide to figure out the internet... But first, Dragon Hitler now.

It's quite simple to get the dragon mutagen together, most of it's just waiting for soldiers to bring ingridents, so you decide to pass the time by trying to find out how to into internets. You plug your computer into a socket, and press somesort of button. The computer's screen flashes on...

Roll me a 1d20+6 to see if you can figure out how this works. Along with the internet.
>>
Rolled 15 + 6 (1d20 + 6)

>>663558
I've given up on paying attention to the elections.

Internet get!
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15+6=21

Minor Success!

By the time you finish the dragon mutagen, you finish figuring out how to "login" after some heavy trial and error. You spend nearly all night figuring this out, and you must admit that the "internet" is amazing... Information practically everywhere, and without having to open a book. Huh. You of course start writing down how this all works, intrigued and amazed.

Eventually around five in the morning, after drinking a little too much coffee, you're fairly sure that this "World of Reichscraft" game is a little too addictive, and you turn off the computer.
Internet Research speed has been doubled!

You yawn slightly, comfortable in a office chair and with your computer at your hands...

Actions..

>...Fuck it, time to make a copy of the dragon mutagen for your brother. You can probably find the things or whatever...
>...Half-Asleep science?!
>You need sleep. Fall asleep where you are.
>It's already the next day... You need to get going to Berlin.
>...Just one more hour? I mean, this World of Reichcraft game is pretty fun... Even if you're half asleep.
>Write-In
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>>663615
>Need to make the dragon mutagen for Richard

What could possibly go wrong making mutagens while exhausted.
>>
Roll me a 1d20+6 for competency.
>>
Rolled 5 + 6 (1d20 + 6)

>>663660
The best science is done half asleep.
>>
I'm allowing for samefagging anons.
>>
Rolled 2, 16 = 18 (2d20)

>>663660
>the
And some samefaggotry if that's ok.
>>
16+6=22

Good Success!

After a few more hours... You finally get that shit done. You relax into your chair, mutagens in front of you... You briefly fall asleep, some acid drool dangling carefully over it. But you wake up just in time to fall asleep in a different direction. As in the floor.

After getting back up, and leaving a scorch mark right where your mouth was, you rub your eyes and prepare to leave... You carefully put everything away, and leave the bunker after some talking with the guards. You decide you'll fly, mostly because the mortals should get used to having a dragon as a Fuhrer.

Actions.

>...You should actively help the Nazis. And probably make your return easier if you clear out the Allies in Paris.
>Berlin to see Adolf Hitler... Oh man, you can't wait!
>...Hang on, you have something you want to do here.
>...You're going straight home.
>...Instead of flying wherever your going, maybe you should take the time to ask a soldier to call ahead and get driven to where ever your going... (Free Action)
>Hold on, maybe you should burrow there? Although if you aren't careful you could damage the countryside... Or a city.
>Write-In
>>
Anons?
>>
>>663711
>Actively help the Nazis.
Must kill something.
>>
You decide to actively help the Nazis.

You shift into your dragon form, much to the amazement of the guards, and take flight towards Paris.

After an hour or two of flying, you feel something... Well, making the wind tickle you. You turn your head and see what seems to be a allied fighter plane flying by you, not shooting at you, but as you look underneath the cockpit, the pilot seems seems amazed and stunned.

Actions.

>...Eh, you'll spare this mortal. He's not worth your time.
>...Try to tell the pilot to fuck off or something.
>...Grin evil, he'll get the message that it might not be worthwhile to be near a dragon.
>...Activate your frost aura and cause his plane to stall and freeze up.
>...Nom. Planes taste great.
>...Who else loves a frozen treat falling from the skies? Freeze the plane with your breath.
>Flames, if you will, please set the plane on fire.
>Swat it out of the air like the pest it is.
>Write-In
>>
>>663901
>Engage frost aura.
I'll be out for a bit be right back.
>>
>>663711
>...Instead of flying wherever your going, maybe you should take the time to ask a soldier to call ahead and get driven to where ever your going... (Free Action)
>>
You activate your frost aura, and the plane begins to stall... And fall towards the ground. The pilot ejects and pulls his parachute, and you continue to fly towards Paris.

After flying for a little bit longer, you see Paris is divided into the Axis side, and the Allied side... Which means you'll focus on the Allied side. There seems to be lots of tanks, artillery, and soldiers moving through those streets.
Sure would be a shame if someone ate them all...

Actions.

>...Hold on, Flames fucking loves oil. Maybe you should find some... And let him drink it.
>Hey uh, Fenrir? You hungry?
>You'd rather not leave any evidence of you being here... Burrow beneath the city and try to collapse key sections of the Allied assault.
>...Slam straight into the city streets in front of the Allies.
>...You know what's a good and climatic beginning? Evil laugh over Paris. That's always a good sign.
>...Maybe you should just turn around and head to Berlin.
>...First, find the Allied command center. Maybe you can negotiate or threaten them enough where they pull out? Or you know, squish it?
>Write-in
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>>663959
>...You know what's a good and climatic beginning? Evil laugh over Paris. That's always a good sign.
>...First, find the Allied command center. Maybe you can negotiate or threaten them enough where they pull out? Or you know, squish it?
Activate fear pheromones
>>
>>664028
Ooh, this!
>>
Roll me a 1d20+8 anons. Additional +2 if you can give them a good threat, scare, or something along those lines to basically try to be as terrifying as possible.
>>
Rolled 18 + 8 (1d20 + 8)

>>664050
Bow before me mortals lest I feast on your souls!
>activate evil laugh
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You fly around the Eiffel Tower, until you decide to speak to the foolish mortals terrified of you.

"Bow before me mortals! Lest I feast on your souls! I am Renexizious, devourer of souls, conqueror of Europe, and a dragon with a foot larger then a fucking house!"

You laugh evilily, just enough to terrify the Allies into a semi-retreat, while you land directly outside of the command tent, and a single American... Which you identify as... Eisenhower? Wait, isn't that the American who's your son's vice president? And sort of helped him shoot Elves?

You sort of just stand there.

"What, or who the hell are you?!" Eisenhower yells.

"I'm Renexizious."

Actions.

>This is nothing personal.
>...Stomp on him. No commander for the Allies anymore.
>I request that your forces withdraw back to Britian or America, before I am forced to actually put effort in.
>Huh. You probably don't know me, but thanks for helping my son, Viktor shoot elves and get elected. For that, I think I'll spare you.
>...Just curious, do you like fire or frost? I personally prefer frost.
>...Nom.
>Write-In
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>>664196
>I request that your forces withdraw back to Britian or America, before I am forced to actually put effort in.
If he says no,
>...Stomp on him. No commander for the Allies anymore.
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>>664259
Also tell him that you're from a dimension where he's your son's vice president and he's a cool guy.
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"I request that your forces withdraw back to Britian or America, before I am forced to actually put effort in."

"What? What purpose do you have in this conflict?"

"Mostly seeing the Reich survive and prosper. So I recommend you take my advice. Beside, you're a cool guy. And I'm from a dimension where you're my son's vice president."

"...Erh, what?"

"So, you retreating or not?"

"I didn't come all the way from Kansas, selling goddamned vegetables, going to goddamned West Point, taking care of Erwin Rommel in that shitty continent they call fucking Africa, just to lay down!" He says in a rather authorative manner.

"...You are rather brave for saying that to a dragon, mortal."

He grits his teeth.

"You may be a giant dragon, son. But I have the entire armed forces of the Allies at my back. I possess more firepower, more men, more goddamned balls then you ever will."

"...Really? I don't want to step on you."

"Give me a reason to surrender, damn it. And I might just consider it."

Actions

>...You bet his command staff is more agreeable. Stomp.
>Because wouldn't you want your men to return home to their families rather then get eaten, frozen, burned, blown up, or stepped on?
>Start laughing, mortals are so silly when they think they can stand up to you.
>Because there's no winning here. You could possibly, and I mean possibly take me out, but then your manpower advantage is gone, your morale is gone, virtually everything is gone. At best it would be a Pyrrhic victory.
>Because, you Americans have no part in this war. This war is between the Nazis and Poland, and you are quite literally, not needed.
>I respect that you aren't running in fear and aren't groveling. It's a nice change.
>...You can make him cooperate. Stomp on his command staff.
>Hold on, I'll be right back as soon as I've devastated your army.
>Write In.
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>>664344
>>Because wouldn't you want your men to return home to their families rather then get eaten, frozen, burned, blown up, or stepped on? Besides, killing me would require all of your manpower. Even then, there's no guarantee your success. I respect that you haven't already turned tail and run, but you simply must withdraw your troops.
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"Because wouldn't you want your men to return home to their families rather then get eaten, frozen, burned, blown up, or stepped on? Besides, killing me would require all your manpower. Even then, there's no guarantee of your success. I respect that you haven't already turned tail and run, but you simply must withdraw your troops."

Roll me a 1d20+7 to see if you persuade him.
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Rolled 19 + 7 (1d20 + 7)

>>6644377
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19+7=26

Amazing Success.

He looks like he's about to protest, but instead lets out a sigh.

"...Goddamn it. Johnny, call off the shot."

"Shot?"

"I had a Hellcat aimed right for your eye."

"...Oh. Well, thank you for not trying to blind me."

"...I'm going to get court marshaled for this, damn it. Order the retreat back to Normandy, Johnny."

One officer snaps out at looking at you and rushes into the tent.

Actions.

>...I'm glad we could come to a peaceful decision.
>...Wait a few seconds. Then stomp them all.
>That's the price we pay sometimes General. It's worth it instead of being killed by me and having your men all slain.
>...If you'll excuse me, I have business to attend to.
>...You know, if you joined the Axis, you would be treated like a hero...
>I'll see you around, Eisenhower.
>Write-In
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>>664450
>...I'm glad we could come to a peaceful decision.
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"I'm glad we could come to a peaceful decision... Now, I will see you around Eisenhower."

You take flight and begin flying towards Berlin... You can barely contain your excitement. You land outside of Berlin, out of sight, and shift down to your human form. You begin to walk into Berlin, and look at the sights of nationalism, non-degeneracy, faithful husbands and wives... God, you love fascism.
After taking a brief tour (and a detour around the Reichstag and the Brandenburg Gate.), you head to the Reich Chancellery. As you approach you see SS guards patrolling around, and you briefly sigh, realizing that once again you're going to have to confirm your identity to the guards in order to see the Fuhrer...

Actions.

>...You know how this works. Go into a secluded area and try to burrow past the guards.
>No, you can talk to them. They'll let you in once they realize your a dragon or something... That's how this stuff works.
>Hold on, you aren't in your proper form. Shapeshift, that's important.
>Flames? I can't help but be excited! Are you excited?
>Write-In
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Anons?
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>>664644
Shapeshift to small dragon and talk to them.
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You shapeshift into a small dragon and cough loudly at the guards, who seem to be confused, and shocked.

"Let me in. I have an appointment with the Fuhrer."

"Erh, who are you?"

"Renexizious. I have something to give to the Fuhrer."

"...What is it?"

"Medicine."

The guards look at each other cautiously.

"Is this one of those british assassination attempts?"

"No, it's not poison. Just let me in."

After some debate, the guards reluctantly let you in. Under armed guard of course.

You shift back into your human form and come to the gardens... You hear some barking and some... Humming? You of course follow the sound of humming and find... Adolf Hitler painting.

Oh my god it's really him.

Calm down, just keep it together.

You cough a little loudly, and you see a rather... Cheerful German Shepard poke his head out from behind what Hitler seems to be painting. Hitler sighs and puts down his paintbrush, and unties his apron and turns around calmly. From what you read and heard about, that German Shepard seems to be his dog, Blondi. She eagerly comes up to you and looks at you, whines and starts begging.

"Erh, why is your dog begging?"

"She's been a little... Angry at me recently, mostly for me trying to change her diet."

"I see." You pet Blondi a little, and she barks happily, wagging her tail.

"She doesn't seem angry."

"Oh, she takes it out on my painting... Now, who exactly are you?"

Actions

>I'm Renexizious. Dragon, fellow fascist, and also the Emperor of Sweden.
>I'm Renexizious, and let me just say I'm a huge, huge fan. I own your book, Mein Kampf, I even read it to my kids on occasion...
>Just call me Ren. Is right now a bad time to talk?
>It's Ren. Also, I must say your dog is rather friendly.
>I'm Renexizious. You'll be taking orders from me.
>Write-In
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>>664796
>I'm Renexizious. Dragon, fellow fascist, and also the Emperor of Sweden.

I'm going to sleep night OP.
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"Well, I'm Renexizious. Dragon, fellow fascist, and also the good old Emperor of Sweden."

"...Emperor of Sweden? Dragon?"

"It's a long story. I come from a different dimension, where there's magic and... Well, you killed yourself."

"Well.... That is a rather dark place, isn't it?"

"It is indeed... My nation follows gladly in your footsteps."

"I see... But Dragon? Is that a sort of title?"

You shift into your half-dragon form, and Blondi barks a little bit, rushing to protect her owner. You shift back down, Hitler somewhat surprised.

"...Good God. Are you telling me fantasy creatures are real?"

"...Well, generally yes. At least in my dimension. I don't think yours."

"...Hm. So, I see I have a dragon visiting me then. That's one in the history books."

"Good... Also, sorry for scaring Blondi."

"She needed a good scare, but anyways, why are you here to see me?"

Good job not going autist mode.

Goddamn it I'm actually really tempted. Don't do anything, Flames.

I won't man. This is THE Adolf.

...Ren, didn't you name your dick Ado-

HE DOES NOT NEED TO KNOW THAT! Now, what to tell him...

...Wait, how did you know we call it Ado-

...Remember? You know, during your tumble with Chrysoula last night?

You watched?

No, I overheard. You're really loud, you know...

Shut up! I'm trying to think what to ask...

Actions.

>...Well, I consider you an honorary dragon. And by honorary, I mean if you take this syringe... You'll be like me. As in part of the master race.
>I honestly always wanted to meet you. It's one thing to read about you...
>I was wondering if we could work together...
>I wanted to save your Reich... Which I did. Right now as we speak the Allies are fleeing from Normandy.
>I wanted to ask if I could have your best minds and researches, in exchange for technology?
>...Hey uh, can we be friends? Seriously? Please?
>Write-In
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I'm going to sleep now anons. I'm continuing this tommorow just to wrap up the current story arc.

Also, I fucking love writing Hitler and Ren together. Just saying.
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Giving a bump.
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Bumping.
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>>664917
>Well I have this syringe that can let you become a dragon.
>I honestly always wanted to meet you.

Hitler Senpai.
It is him.
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"Well uh, erh... Hang on, let me get it together. I always wanted to meet you. I'm a huge fan."

You stick your hand out to shake his, your hand can't help but actually be sweaty.

"Pleased to meet you then."He shakes your hand.

"Thank you for this opportunity, Führer."

"So, what do you need?"

"I was wondering if you wanted to... Well, be a dragon."

"Excuse me, but what did you say? I think I misheard."

"I-I want to make you a dragon. I'd be honored to make you one of us."

"Dragon? Is this a figure of speech?"

Actions

>I'm talking about being a huge dragon. No joke.
>Come on, you'll be able to conquer the world without fear!
>Hey, uh... Can I have an autograph?
>You'll see. Give him the syringe.
>First, let's make a deal...
>You'll be able to shift between forms, just saying.
>Write In
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>>665663
>No. Basically I can make mutagens to turn others into dragons. Real dragons. I've already done it before. And you'll be able to shift between forms.
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"No. Basically I can make mutagens to turn others into dragons. Real dragons. I've already done it before. And you'll be able to shift between forms as well, if you like."

"You certainly have my interest, but how can I tell you aren't trying to poison me or kill me?"

Actions

>I'm a dragon. I would of stomped all over you I'd I wanted to kill you.
>...By chance, do you know about the Allies retreat at Paris? That was me.
>Because we're friends, and I would never poison you.
>Don't worry, unless I calculated wrong, you'll be fine.
>It's worth it to keep Germany Great, Hitler.
>Write In
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>>665675
>I'm a dragon. I would've stomped you if I wanted you dead. Poison isn't my style. By any chance did you know the allies retreat? That was me.
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"I'm a dragon. I would've stomped you if I wanted you dead. Poison isn't my style. By any chance did you know the allies retreat at Paris? That was me."

"I see... Well, I have no reason to refuse or otherwise question your intentions then. But I am curious, what do you seek to gain from this?"

"Oh, well..."

Actions

>That's not important.
>Well, who else can say they turned Hitler into a dragon?
>I'm curious to see what you mortals do with the power of a dragon.
>I like you, mortal. That's all.
>Because I'm hoping I can establish good relations with your Reich and my Empire.
>I'd like to say that Adolf Hitler Is my friend.
>Because I think you'll be enlightened by becoming the true master race.
>Write In
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>>665691
>Write In
"I want good relations between our empires, so I can use your research assets to improve my own nation and peace in your dimension. Because I respect wanting Germany's pre-WW 1 borders back along with historically Germanic areas but I don't want you conquering america or something crazy.

By making you, functionally, immortal I eliminate one of the major problems with fascist governments; the fact every time the leader dies everything goes to shit. Alternatively I could make you a half-dragon or something similar."
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"I want good relations between our empires, so I can use your research assets to improve my own nation and peace in your dimension. Because I respect wanting Germany's pre-WW 1 borders back along with historically Germanic areas but I don't want you conquering america or something crazy.

By making you, functionally, immortal I eliminate one of the major problems with fascist governments; the fact every time the leader dies everything goes to shit. Alternatively I could make you a half-dragon or something similar."

"I see... Well, there's no point in waiting around."

"You want me to give you the shot?"

"Well, I suppose... I am not one to refuse gifts."

Actions

>Mutate him!
>Actually, why don't we go for something a little less... Dragon. Like a half dragon?
>Right here? Right now?
>I hope you continue to impress me as a dragon, Adolf.
>Actually, how about later?
>Write In
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>>665709
If we mutate him he's not gonna suddenly turn dragon and obliterate the room he's in right?
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>>665709
>Actually, why don't we go for something a little less... Dragon. Like a half dragon?
>Write In
"The full dragon one would mean that going to the tropics would be... uncomfortable at best. Deadly at worst. The half dragon mutagen lacks such problems."
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>>665712
He will, but you're outside.
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>>665713
I thought the dragon blood mutagen is the one with a heat weakness.
>>665715
Does the dragon mutagen have a weakness for heat?
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>>665717
It's slightly uncomfortable, but that's it for everything else besides the new Dragonblood mutagen, which can be lethal instead of just merely uncomfortable.
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>>665720
Okay then let's give him the dragon mutagen.

Warn him that he will be slightly uncomfortable in high temperatures though.
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"Well... The only problem you'll have is being uncomfortable in high temperatures."

"That sounds like a fair trade."

You take a breath, and take out your syringe, and inject it into Hitler's arm.

A minute passes.

"I don't feel any different."

"It's s little slow."

A few more minutes pass, until you see him straining... Getting bigger, sprouting scales... You watch his transformation and he becomes a thirty two story white dragon, and quickly shifts back to his human form.

"By god, you were right!"

"I hear that a lot."

"I'd like to thank you for this... It I'll prove devastating to the enemies of the Reich. Namely the Bolsheviks."
Blonde barks happily, her tongue hanging out slightly.

Actions

>No thanks needed.
>Personal advice, Russian conscripts taste good.
>Could I have a reward then?
>Just curious, why do you have a dog?
>No problem, my Führer.
>With that over... Could I talk to you a little?
>Just don't go crazy, alright?
>I have to go back to my dimension now. Sorry.
>Write In
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>>665734
>Could I have a reward then?
Ask for a few scientists.

Then
>I have to go back to my dimension now. Sorry.

It was short lived but fun.
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>>665738
This
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"Could I have a reward then? Namely some scientists?"

"I see... Well, I suppose."

"Thank you. Send them to these coordinates. Also, I must be going now. It was good to meet you."

The two of you shake hands.

"I will see you around, dragon. Thank you."

You give him a Roman salute, and he does as well to you.

"Hold on... Take this as a symbol of my appreciation, dragon, and of the Germanic People's."

He takes out an iron Cross from his pocket and hands it to you.

Actions

>No need, thank you though.
>I wear it proudly then.
>I'll see you sooner thrn you think.
>...Could I have a few more? My family are fans.
>Wait, is this YOUR Iron Cross?
>I'd say this is worth more then an Iron Cross.
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>>665752
>Wait, is this YOUR iron cross?
>Wear it proudly.
Nazi dimension best dimension.
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"Hold on, is this yours?"

"Well, yes. But I can always get a new one."

You nod your head and attach the cross to your lab coat, and you take your leave.

You fly back to Paris, and after corralling some of your scientists into the portal. You go in shortly after.

Roll me a 1d2 for which dimension you end up in.

1=Your Dimension.
2=Warhammer Dimension.
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Rolled 1 (1d2)

>>665812
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Rolled 1 (1d2)

>>665812
Rolling for not having to deal with heresy bullshit.
>>665814
Oh dear.
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You and the scientists find yourself in your dimension, notable because of the dead Skaven everywhere.

Actions

>Go back through the portal until you get to your brother's dimension!
>Well, right now maybe you should get a few of your friends in Stockholm?
>Write In
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>>665820
>Well, right now maybe you should get a few of your friends in Stockholm?
Drop off the scientists and get Frankizka.
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>>665823
This.
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You begin to head back to Stockholm and eventually arrive after two hours of travelling, and dealing with the complaints of the scientists. You land, off load them off your back... And then they ask what they're supposed to do. You tell them to follow what Lorriana tells them to do, and you decide who to take with you...

Actions. Please take two or one. Anymore and this gets a little long to write and a little more chaotic.

>Speaking of Lorriana, maybe you should take her?
>Kryos. He's a minotaur, and a pretty cool dude.
>Frankizka, it's like a vacation!
>Maybe your dad should come.
>Oh man, bring mom. She'll love it!
>Elizabeth did ask to come with you on your adventures... Time to fly to Britain!
>Maybe you should ask Basil or one of your kids... Fathet child bonding time? You haven't seen Joan or hanged out with Basil much.
>Write In
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>>665840
>Elizabeth
>Mom
This'll be fun.
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>>665840
>Frankizka, it's like a vacation!
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>>665840
Changing my list to
>Elizabeth
>Frankizka
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So anons, waiting ten minutes until people vote for one or the other.
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>>665856
This.
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Liz and Franza it is.

You shift down to your human form and go to first find Frankizka... Which you find that she's sitting by a fireplace, reading a book.

"Frankizka! I'm going to Mousilion, do you want to come?"

"What? Well, sure?"

"Great. Meet me outside in two hours, ok?"

"Right."

You rush outside and begin flying over to Britain, landing directly outside of the palace of Elizabeth.

"Liz!"

You see a window open above the palace.

"...Ren?"

"Hey! I'm going on an adventure. Want to come?"

"To where?" She says, and promptly yawns.

"Mousilion, to meet my brother."

"I see... When are we going?"

"Now!"

"...Ren, I have a nation to rule. Give me some time to prepare at least... Not to mention I have a full list of things to do today."

Actions

>...Please? It'll be fun. And you get to hang out with me!
>Aw... Fine, I'll get someone else.
>Just curious, are you a sucker for knights?
>Because we're going back to fantasy land!
>You'll be able to hang out with Chrysoula and Frankizka.
>Write In
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>>665887
>You'll be able to hang out with Chrysoula and Frankizka.
>Please? It'll be fun.
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>>665887
>You'll be able to hang out with Chrysoula and Frankizka.
Wew, they broke click-and-drag text selection on iOS 10. I expected nothing and I was still let down.
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"Come on, you'll be able to hang out with Chrysoula and Frankizka... Besides, it'll be fun."

"Is this one of your schemes to make me like your other wives?"

"No! It's a vacation, Liz!"

"A vacation conveniently with your wives?"

Actions

>Come on, don't act like that.
>You owe me one after I made you a sculpture garden!
>There'll be science! And crushing humans!
>You'll need to stop disliking them and see them as human beings eventually! Even if one's a minotaur!
>Please?
>Fine, I guess.
>That's not a reason, that's a complaint!
>Write In
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>>665895
>Please? It'll be fun!
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>>665895
>You'll need to stop disliking them and see them as human beings eventually! Even if one's a minotaur!
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"Come on? Please? It'll be fun! Besides, you'll need to stop disliking them and see them as human beings eventually!"

A few seconds of silence go by.

"Fine then, Ren."

You wait a few minutes and Liz comes out dressed in a dress.

"Let's get going then."

You head back to Stockholm to pick up Frankizka, and start flying to Paris with Elizabeth flying beside you. And also staring daggers into Frankizka.

Eventually you land and shift down, along with Liz, and walk towards the catacombs.

"Erh, Ren?"

"Yes, Frankizka?"

"Why did you bring Elizabeth along? We don't get along well."

Actions

>Don't you worry, she won't dare do anything.
>She's my first wife, of course I'd bring her.
>I love both of you equally, and when we all share a bed I'd rather not have the cold war going on in my bed.
>The two of you need to get along.
>I made a promise to her, ok?
>If you want, I could tell her to stay.
>Well, I think she should get used to being a dragon. We'll be doing some fighting after all.
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>>665905
>Well, I think she should get used to being a dragon. We'll be doing some fighting after all.
>I made a promise to her, ok?

"Any how she is used to dealing with nobles and is a dragon now, I am bringing the big guns to help my brother which is why you are all here. Also because I find flames interactions with his wife adorable..."
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>>665906
This.
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"I made a promise to her, and she needs to get used to being a dragon. Any how she is used to dealing with nobles and is a dragon now, I am bringing the big guns to help my brother which is why you are all here. Also because I find Flames interactions with his wife adorable..."

"I see... Well, come on then. No time to wait."

You go down into the catacombs, and you enter the portal.

Roll me a 1d20 to avoid splitting the party.
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Rolled 5 (1d20)

>>665943
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Rolled 14 (1d20)

>>665943
>>
Rolled 2 (1d20)

>>665943
Rollan.
>>
14

You get through fine, and end up on the other side, where it seems a few Skaven are talking. They turn to look at you and your party, and start fleeing.

"What was that?"

"Skaven, don't worry about it. Basically rat people."

"Are they friendly?"

Actions

>No, not at all.
>...You know, maybe we should cut down on their population?
>Only if mutated.
>I haven't asked.
>Well, maybe we can talk to them when we come back?
>Write In
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Bump
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>>665988
>I haven't asked.
>>
"I haven't really asked them if they're friendly or not. But until then, I think a policy of telling them to go fuck themselves works wonders."

"Right. So, anything else?"

"As far as I remember it's pretty much par for the course. Now, let's get to the surface, shall we?"

Actions

>Maybe you should ask Frankizka's opinion on the Skaven.
>Well, let's take out the Skaven around here, they are pests after all.
>Maybe we should peacefully see about getting the Skaven to stop being aggressive?
>Idea, what if we got the Skaven's slaves to revolt? From what I can tell, they enslave their own kin.
>Frankizka, could you dominate them?
>Let's just burrow up to the surface. And head to Mousilion.
>Shittalking Flames and ask if he'd like a Skaven for a wife.
>Write In
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>>666032
>Ask Frankizka's opinion.
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>>666032
>Let's just burrow up to the surface. And head to Mousilion.
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"Frankizka, what's your opinion on the Skaven?"

"Hate them."

"...Just that?"

"Well, besides being Chaos cultists, they're also filthy rats."

"You Frenchies can't deal with a few rats?"

"Frenchie, what does that mean, pardon?"

"She's not a fan of the French. And you sound French, honestly."

"Right. So are we going or what?"

Actions

>No, We're ending them once and for all.
>Let's stop wasting time and go to the surface.
>Let's try talking with them.
>Why don't we just encourage a revolt?
>Liz, the French and British have a lot in common...
>Write In
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>>666055
>Let's stop wasting time and go to the surface.
>>
"Well, let's stop wasting time and get to the surface."

"Agreed."

Roll me a 1d20+4 for fortunes.
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Rolled 17 + 4 (1d20 + 4)

>>666062
>>
Your journey goes smoothly enough to the surface, and you carefully burrow to Brettonia and emerge in less then a day, so you begin to travel on it's roads. After a little while, Liz decides to talk.

"So, Ren? What's with the Iron Cross on your lab coat?"

"Oh, right. I forgot to change into plate armor..."

"I meant, how did you get it? It looks new."

Actions

>I travelled to another dimension, made Hitler into a dragon, and got it.
>I bought one at a collection sale!
>I found it.
>Change the subject!
>Oh, you know me. I love nazi stuff.
>Just curious, what do you think of the Nazis?
>Write In
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>>666078
>Just curious, what do you think of the Nazis?
>>
"I'm curious, what do you think about the Nazis?"

"Personally, I'm alright with their policies... What I don't like is their war against honest Brits and how the bastards almost took us down."

"So, like?"

"No problem with what they did, but they deserve to be utterly wiped from history for even trying to question Britain's strength."

"That's a little... Aggressive."

"I know."

"So... Pro fascist or anti fascist?"

"Neither, really. Us Brits have a constitution to uphold. But I do like absolute power. But that's minor. I do know that your fascinated with them."

Actions

>More like in love with them... No offense.
>Well, Hitler did give me the Iron Cross. That was nice.
>You really should lower on the "bite" and focus a little more on the "bark" side of diplomacy.
>I bought it somewhere. Looks good, right?
>Come on, one day you'll meet a nazi and they'll be pretty cool.
>Write In
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>>666117
>Well, Hitler did give me the Iron Cross. That was nice.
>You really should lower on the "bite" and focus a little more on the "bark" side of diplomacy.
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"Well, Hitler gave me the Iron Cross. And you should really lower on the "bite" and focus a little more on the "bark" side of diplomacy."

"Wow, thanks for the advice, and telling me how to conduct foreign affairs. I love you too."

"Thanks for the sarcasm."

"No problem."

"So... You aren't asking me how I met Hitler?"

"I'm not even surprised anymore."

"Thanks?"

"Yeah... So, not to sound dumb, but what's with the peasants and knights going on around here?"

"Other dimension. Feudalism is still around."

"...No guns or anything?"

"Not as far as I'm aware of."

"Interesting...So how far is Mousilion?"

"About a day."

She nods her head and you continue walking down the road... After a little while you hear brush rustling behind you, and a peasant hops out of woods, remarkably ill-fed, and armed with a dagger. Two other serfs step out of the brush, armed with a bat and the other with a rather crude bow.

"This is a robbery here mate! Hand over yer' , valuables!"

"Aye! We won't smash yer' bloody head on on the road then!"

Your party looks at each other and all of you are moderately entertained.

Actions

>Wow, geez. You heard them guys, give them your valuables. I'm so scared of a few badly armed peasants.
>Start laughing.
>Hey, have you met my wives? They're really nice.
>... Shapeshift.
>Just saying safety and not being squished lies behind you.
>...Why the hell would you serfs take up banditry? It's suicide out here?
>You forgot to tell me your names. Try that again, why don't you?
>Write In
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>>666193
>...Why the hell would you serfs take up banditry? It's suicide out here?
>You forgot to tell me your names. Try that again, why don't you?
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"Why the hell are you serfs resorting to banditry? That's suicide."

"Better then starving. Now, hand over your goods!"

"Hold on gentlemen, I think you forgot to tell me your names. That's very important if you want to be a successful bandit!"

"Gerald, I think he's roight!"

"Right... We're the Bildergreen Gang!"

"That's roight! Let's get roight into the robbery!"

Actions

>No, you fools! This scene is completely wrong! Go back into the woods and wait until I call you to come out! (Theatercraft)
>Right. We're the Dragons and Monsters Incorporated. Nice to meet you.
>Goddamn it, I can run a bandit gang better then all of you. I just ask for twenty five percent of the profits, ok? (Charisma)
>Can we just give you food?
>Alright, I feel charitable today. Take some change.
>Shapeshift.
>Franza, could you dispose of them?
>Write In
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>>666326
>Alright, I feel charitable today. Take some change.
>Write In
"What happened to make you want to turn to banditry, I might be able to help?"
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"Alright, I feel charitable. Take some change, but first... What happened to make you all turn to banditry?"

"Me farm was burned down by some beastmen bastards. I couldn't pay the lord enough taxes and I was forced off me land!"

"Aye, same here."

"I was just nearly hanged when I was caught hunting food for my family in the forest. I was lucky I wasn't killed outright, eh?"

"I see... I can't really help with that, but take some change, all of you."

You hand them some gold coins left over in your travels.

"...Erh, thanks?"

"No problem. Now, get lost."

The bandits nod and leave you alone, while Frankizka comes up beside you.

"That was rather noble of you, Renexizious."

"Well, I always had a soft spot for peasantry... And it would be like me stepping on a spider or something helpless."

"Interesting idea. Well, thank you for not just laughing and crushing those unfortunates."

She gives you a slight kiss on the check.

"It's fine, really."

"Still, it's nice to see someone who is a noble and not disdain the peasantry. As far as I can remember, only Karl Franz is like that."

"...Who's that?"

"The Emperor of the Empire of Man. You know, the Empire next door to Brettonia?"

"He's a nice guy?"

"From what I hear, yes."

"Huh. Thank you for that kiss, by the way."

"Consider it bonus points."

Your walk stops at the border of Mousillion, where your wife comments on the "whiff".

"So, this is Mousillion... It's mostly swampland."

Elizabeth speaks up.

"I see. If you need me, I'll be ABOVE the swamp."

"What, are you too noble enough to brave the wetlands?"

"I prefer not getting my dress stained, thank you very much."

Actions.

>Hey, no class warfare on my watch, got it?
>That's fine, Elizabeth. I don't blame you.
>...She's right, I think we should just fly to the city rather then go through that abhorrent swamp.
>Come on Elizabeth, where's your sense of adventure?
>Come on Franza, we'll have a good time without Elizabeth then!]
>Write-In
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>>666372
>Write-In
"You have a point, the longer we take the longer shit can fall apart back home... flying is for the best."
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"You have a point, the longer we take the longer shit can fall apart back home... flying is for the best."

The two of you begin to fly over the swampland and land directly beside the Ducal Palace. After briefly terrifying a urinating guard, you are allowed entry and you shift down to your human form and enter. You see Richard and Chrysoula playing... Chess, apparently.

"Honey? I'm home!"

Chrysoula looks up and begins to get up.

"Thank Zeus. It's hard talking to people if they don't have the same language you do."

"Yeah."

Richard gets up and waves.

"Hey man... What's with all the women?"

"Nothing much, they're my wives."

"I don't remember you mentioning you were married. Good job man."

"Thanks. How's everything?"

"Calm. Nothing has happened, yet."

Actions

>Friendly hug your brother!
>Chrysoula, a word?
>Richard, let's talk.
>I missed you too Chrysoula.
>So, guess who just met Hitler?
>Elizabeth, meet Richard, my little brother. And Chrysoula, my second head's wife.
>Write In
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>>666438
>Friendly hug your brother!
>Elizabeth, meet Richard, my little brother. And Chrysoula, my second head's wife.
>Write In
"So I've decided to help you with improving your territory. It seems a far easier task with two, not counting soon-to-be you, a military expert and a medical/scientific expert.

I was thinking we could try to de-swamp the area or teach some of your people to read."
>>
>>666463
Meant to be

"...with two dragons, not counting soon-to-be you..."
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You give your brother a friendly hug and pat him on the back.

"Richard, Elizabeth, and Frankizka, meet each other. Oh, and Chrysoula, who's my second head's wife."

They begin doing greetings to each other, while you wait patiently.

"So, Richard... I've decided to help you improve your territory. It seems a far easier task with two dragons, not counting soon to be you, a military expert and medical slash scientific expert. So, I was thinking that we could try to de-swamp the area or teach some of your people to read."

"There's a few problems with that... Under Brettonian law, it's illegal for a peasant to learn to read unless he's a member of the clergy, which is all-female and isn't here due to how fucked this place is, or nobility."

"Well, just violate that."

"I can't, I have obligations to my liege to not break the realm's laws. I could petition for change, however."

"Hm... And what about the swamp?"

"The swamplands are dangerous, and are a menace to health and society, hiding monsters and foes. But the water is infected with disease, meaning we cannot just empty it into a river... And the ocean surrounding the city is so polluted that I fear to think what more pollutants could do to it."

Actions.

>...Goddamn it, we need to solve the fact no one can read here.
>...I think we need you to get independence, little brother.
>...Well, we can solve this one step at a time... How can we get the clergy to come back?
>Draining the swamps is very important... If not vital to the cause of improving the land.
>Polluted ocean could be bad...
>Is there any other problems that you need help with?
>...First, let me dole out the mutations..
>Write-In
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>>666510
>...First, let me dole out the mutations
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"First, let me dole out mutations... Chrysoula, take this."

You hand her a vial of mutagen, with grey liquid in it.

"Erh... What exactly does this do?"

"I have no idea."

"Great. Now I'm slightly concerned."

"Well, either way it'll make you stronger and faster."

"That's true..."

"Just take it, you'll be fine."

She seems a little nervous...

"I'm uh... Can we do this later?"

"I'd rather do it now. Beside, it'll be cool."

"...Do we have any alcohol?"

"Yeah. I have some that I carry around..." Richard says.

"Pass me it."

Richard passes a flask to Chrysoula and she begins to chug it down, and then looks at the vial.

"...Well, what's the worst that could happen?" She drinks the contents of the vial...

Roll me a 1d20+6 for what she gets anons.
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Rolled 19 + 6 (1d20 + 6)

>>666553
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19+6=25

Great Success!

Her armor and clothes begin to strain against a sudden addition of weight, size, and muscle to Chrysoula, and eventually are ripped off of her as she grows a full six feet with her original size being 11'4' and her current size becoming 17'6', and her muscles easily becoming at least a little, if not as strong as yours in half-dragon form. Her horns have also significantly grown to a foot and a half long, and you think you see a barbaric tint in her eyes... And her voice has gotten a little bit deeper.

"Holy shit, this is some strong stuff!"

"You're... Much bigger."

"You seem a little smaller."

"Holy fuck... So uh, sweet."

Cool!

"Yeah... Now if you'll excuse me, I need to make a new shirt and breastplate."

"...I see."

She walks off, and you can easily hear her footsteps stomp off... She must weigh much more then originally planned!

That's... Thanks, Ren. That's pretty cool.

Actions.

>No problem.
>...Do you think we could make her BIGGER? I mean, in theory. Just curious.
>...You want to give her that Muslek Blood stuff? I'm curious to see what it does.
>Well, there goes plenty of tax dollars.
>You owe me one, you furry.
>I sort of want to see what happens if we put her in a battle. Just to see what will change.
>...Should we tell her dad we might of made her bigger, badder, and stronger?
>...Goddamn it, now I'm going to have to work out more so I don't get beaten by a girl. Thanks for the extra work.
>Let's move onto Richard, alright?
>Write-In
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>>666613
>No problem.
>Let's move onto Richard, alright?
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No problem. Let's move onto Richard, alright?

Yeah.

"So, Richard... I uh, got you something."

"What is it?"

"...Well, you want to be a dragon, right?"

"...Erh... You aren't te-"

"Oh yeah, this turns you into a dragon. Want it?"

"...I mean... Well..."

"Yes or no?"

"...Sure. Should we do this outside?"

"Actually, yes. Good point."

The two of you go outside, and you make him drink the vial. After a handful of minutes, he begins mutating... Wings sprout out of his back, and he starts getting bigger...

Roll me a 1d20+6 for how well this goes.
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Rolled 20 + 6 (1d20 + 6)

>>666658
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>>666719
Critical Success!

Your brother becomes a very large, powerful, and noble dragon after a few minutes of a rather painful transformation... He is in fact, equal in size to you, and actually posses two sets of wings, rather then one... And he seems to be rather similar to you in strength and power now.

"Ren? Where are you?"

"I'm down here!" You wave up at him, and he lowers his head.

"Holy shit, this is fucking amazing! I can see everything!"

"Yeah, cool, right?"

"Yeah, thanks man... Hang on... I feel like I have something in my mouth." He spits out a gob of acid that lands very, very close to you.

"...You aren't supposed to have that..."

"I can spit acid?"

"Yeah."

"Hold on... I'm going to test this stuff out."

"No problem."

For the next hour, your brother practices with his new abilities... And it seems he's gotten most of what you have, give or take. He lacks the second head though, eyepatch, and a few noteworthy ones, but seems to be very similar to you now, but a little weaker. He lowers his head down to you.

"...By Pelor, if I could I'd be this huge forever. So uh, how do I get down? I mean shorter?"

"Try shapeshifting. It comes naturally."

"...Erh, can I just stay like this? It's fucking cool."

"Come on, try a different form."

"Well... I guess." He starts shrinking down to what seems to be a... Dwarven form. He has a little blonde beard and hair.

"What's funny?"

"Nothing, little brother."

"W- By Pelor, I am a fucking dwarf. Hang on..." He shifts into his human form.

"That was awesome! I feel like I could take on the world... Metaphorically speaking."

Actions

>...Hell yeah it will... Now, why don't we take your dragon form for a test drive since you like it so much.
>...Just curious, do you have pheromones?
>God, I wish I could do this to more people. Your expression is priceless.
>...So, let's get to making your land great again.
>...How would you feel about getting independent, or becoming the king of Bretonnia?
>...Come on, I think the two of us should hang out a little in dragon form and just kind of... Well, see what we can get up to.
>Write-In
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>>666771
>...So, let's get to making your land great again.
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"Well, let's get to making your land great again."

"Good. Well, come inside the palace then..."

You enter the ducal palace again, and there's four things that you need to help him with, if you want Mousilion to be set for his reign.

Essentials. (To keep your brother in power and somewhat wealthy)

>Deal with the Chaos Heretics possibly roaming around.
>Deal with the swamplands!
>Deal with the lack of education, clergy, and labor?
>Deal with the lack of trade.

Optional.

>...You'd like your brother to get independent, rather then remain a vassal. He probably feels the same way... Try to get Mousilion independent or your brother in power.
>You should deal with the war between the Empire and Bretonnia, at least then trade may stabilize.
>...You need to deal with the polluted ocean water. It's bad for the environment and for fishing.
>Maybe the local bandits could be gotten rid off? That may help your brother out a little bit stress wise.
>Maybe you should see about contacting Khorne and see if the Dark Gods were really behind your brother's nightmares?
>Write-In
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Anons?
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Final bump.
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>Deal with the swamplands
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Dayum.

You decide to deal with the swamplands surrounding Mousillion.

Actions.

>...Use your burrowing to drain the swamp into ocean!
>Burrow the swamp into the water, fuck everyone else who lives downstream!
>...Maybe you should clean the water first somehow? You have a few ideas.
>...Easy. Freeze the swamp! It should be easy with Elizabeth essentially being a beacon for snow!
>...You'll evaporate the water using heat!
>Write-In
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>>667352
>...Maybe you should clean the water first somehow? You have a few ideas.
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You have a few ideas on how to clean up the water. Of course, all of these range in price and time required...

Actions.

>...Freeze some water and test it for what disease it may carry or bear.
>You have an idea, convert the some of the swamplands to steam... Maybe that'll get rid of the disease in it?
>...When in doubt, use mutagen!
>Frankizka may be helpful. Even if she's a medieval physican.
>You taught Khorne about disease... Time to ask again!
>...You have a rather hefty Khornate axe you don't use in order to cure Nurgle's Rot. At the very least you could lower the chance of that by hitting infected areas with it.
>...Maybe if you get enough salt you can purify the water? Maybe the diseases in it can't actually live in salt water...
>...Magic. You were curious if this world had it or not...
>...Maybe you can make somesort of drug to affect the water to kill anything bacteria-related in it? It's a little extreme, though...
>You know what? You'll just drink all the infected water up. You'll be fine... Right?
>Write-In
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>>667407
>You taught Khorne about disease... Time to ask again!
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You decide that asking Khorne about disease might be a good idea...

Anyways anons, I've got to get some sleep. Could someone archive this thread?
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If anons want I can try to write this while I do Conquistador Quest.Of coutse only if anons are still monitoring this thread.

By the way anons, thanks for following my quests. I love you all.
No homo though.
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>>667652
I'm still watching, but I'm also doing vidya and I have about 9 hours of college stuff to do tomorrow. I'll probably stop checking /qst/ by midnight in PST.
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Most people who view this quest have heavy schedules, I assume. Anyways I'll continue a little.

Khorne? You there?

HELL YEAH I AM! YOU NEED SOMETHING?

Just something to help purify disease from water.

I SEE. WELL, I CAN HELP OUT QUITE A BIT... IN FACT, I HAVE A DAEMON IMBUNED SWORD HERE. OR I COULD JUST UPGRADE YOUR AXE.


Actions

>...Wait, just like that? No skulls or anything?
>I'll take the sword please.
>I love my axe... Upgrade it please.
>Why not both?!
>I was hoping for... Well, medicine.
>Wait daemon imbuned? Can I bind Daemons to stuff too?
>Write In

Just curious Baron, how did you find my quest?
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>Why not both?
I found it from the first werewolf quest. While it never caught on with me, I looked up you name in the archives and fell in love with Ren
>BTW I'm not the Baron
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>>667737
This.
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Absolutely Heretical anon. How dare you not be Baron.

Why not both?

THAT'S A LITTLE EXPENSIVE FOR ME. SORRY.

Why?

I NEED A DAEMON SOUL SACRIFICED TO ME. WHICH IS RARE.

Actions

>Sword sounds cool.
>Axethology, of course.
>Any nearby daemons I can sacrifice?
>Could you just use a normal soul?
>Write In

Also, anon, what was it about Ren that made you fall in love with him? I'm curious tonight.
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>>667759
>Axethology, of course.
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Sorry anons but I passed out. On the bright side I personally archived Werewolf Reich, so don't worry about the whole "archiving" thing anymore.

...Axethology. Axes are cooler anyways.

GOOD. MAKE ME PROUD. ALSO, JUST CURIOUS, IS FLAMES STILL A DEGENERATE?

Yep. That'll never change.

IF I COULD I'D STILL TRAVEL WITH YOU GUYS... A SURPRISING AMOUNT OF FUN HONESTLY.

Really? Huh.

BY THE WAY, AFTER BEATING TZEENTCH UP LAST NIGHT IN THE USUAL FRIDAY MANNER OF "GO FUCK YOURSELF BIRD-BRAINS" I HEARD YOU CAPTURED ONE OF HIS DAEMONS. NICE WORK.

Thanks. It was like a small blue jay, talked about dice a lot.

DON'T TRY TO UNDERSTAND, THEY'RE FUCKING NERDS ANYWAYS. AND DON'T TRUST THEM.

Don't worry about it, thanks.

NO PROBLEM.

You return to reality, where your brother seems to be going inside, and you notice your khornate axe has become a little more... Well, Khornate. A few more symbols dot it, and you feel primal anger just by holding this.

So uh, guys? I have a question for you.

What?

Why do you like this guy called Hitler so much?

Dude, it's been three or two days since we met our childhood hero. A little late to be asking us.

Hey, I'm curious. Besides, I didn't think you looked up to anyone as a role model. Besides dragons, I guess.

A little presumptuous, are you?

Sorry? I'm just wondering why.

Well, we all know Ren has a "thing" for them.

I do not have a "thing" for the nazis, damn it!

...Come on, for Christ's sake you nearly maste-

Flames, you also have a thing for him.

You're just delusional.

Yeah, I think Fenrir's losing it.

What? I'm not. I'm just sa-

That you are a asshole for presuming my gender?

...Erh, Flames... You're male, right?

...Goddamn it, I was making a joke. Of course I'm male. That would be fucking weird if I wasn't.

...How the fuck would that work?

Stop asking questions! What were we talking about?

...Uh. About how you two guys like Hitler so much.

Nationalism, a little bit of genius, and just the right helping of "want to help people."

Yeah, same. Also because of his mustasche.

Yeah...

Anyways, let's talk about something else...

Hold on you faggots, I have to make the swampland great again.

Got it.

You again, return back to reality.
Continued.
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You follow Richard inside his palace again.

"You know, I sort of miss the days I was a legitimate adventurer and a paladin instead of this "ruling stuff" or the "dragon family" thing."

"Adventurer?"

"Well, yeah. That's what paladins do... And by extension, ex-paladins of Hextor do."

"I see. Weren't you raised by humans?"

"Yeah... I sort of miss that rather then having my mother being somesort of dragon slaver, even though I love her very much, and my father being a concubine of hers..."

"Right... You don't like mom much?"

"I despise her and all that she stands for... But at the same time she's my mom. It's hard to justify trying to slay your mother, even if she might be evil."

"Thank God you didn't try. Then I wouldn't have a little brother."

"...Technically I'm older, but alright."

"Yeah. I know."

"Just curious, who's this "God" guy?"

Actions.

>...He's kind of a dick. Cursed me, and he's basically sort of making me worship him so I can remain a religious figurehead.
>He's... Decent.
>...Honestly, I worship his son rather then his father now. Christ is pretty cool, just saying.
>I'd rather just worship my old gods, the Norse Allfathers. They're pretty cool and don't give a shit what I do.
>...You're a paladin, right? What do I do if my god dislikes me?
>I don't "worship" anyone. No one deserves my worship.
>...Well, I'm trying to make myself a God also. I think it would be a cool experience.
>Write-In
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>>668069
>...Honestly, I worship his son rather then his father now. Christ is pretty cool, just saying.
>...Well, I'm trying to make myself a God also. I think it would be a cool experience.
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Phoneposting anons

"Well, if anything I just worship his son. He's pretty cool compared to God."

"Huh. What does he do?"

"Mostly not get in the way, encourages me to remove kebab, that sort of thing. Nice guy though. Although I am looking into becoming a God."

"That's a little delusional..."

Actions

>Come on, I'd make a great god.
>You'll be enlightened in time.
>I practically already am a god.
>I knew you'd say that.
>That won't be for a long time though, brother.
>Good point.,I'll call this godhood thing off.
>Write In
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Bump
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>Come on, I'd make a great god.
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"Come on, I'd make a great god."


"Of what.though? And no offense, but another evil dragon god is NOT needed."

"Erh, conquest... Slavery, family, that sort of thing."

"Ren, that adds up to evil. Except that family thing, that's good."

Actions

>I'm not evil, alright?
>Well who cares? I can laugh like a demon you know.
>To be honest, evil is fun.
>Fine, just for you I'll be a little more sensitive.
>Come on, you'd be the older brother of a god!
>Still, I like the way souls taste. And mortal worship of me is fun!
>...What were you like as a Hextoriab?
>Write In
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>Come on, you'd be the older brother of a god!
Sorry but I have to go back to school in a few mins but I'll be back 6 EST
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Don't worry famalam.

"Come on though, your.big brother, a GOD?"

"I mean, that's a cool goal, but I don't think you have the noblest intentions in mind... Anyways, let's get to work. I'd rather not risk our relationship talking about religion and godhood."

Actions

>Yeah... I'd rather not argue.
>Seriously, I'd be a fucking cool god...
>Come on, we should talk about it, ok?
>Come on... I'd also make you a god.
>I'm not evil damn it...
>Write In
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>>668333
>Yeah... I'd rather not argue.
>>
"Yeah, I'd rather not get into an argument with you. Besides, I need to see if this axe works against infected water."

"Axe? How is that going to help?"

Actions

>It's a gift from Khorne. Hell of a guy.
>Just a dark god.
>Now, if you'll excuse me... Blood for the Blood God! Had to get that out, sorry.
>Maybe I'll tell you one day.
>Technobabble time!
>Write In
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>>668425
>It's a gift from Khorne. Hell of a guy.
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>>668425
>It's a gift from Khorne. Hell of a guy.
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"It's a gift from Khorne, don't worry about it."

"Right, so uh, see you?"

"Yeah, I'll be back..."

Roll me a 1d20+2 to see if the axe works. Samefagging allowed.
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Rolled 18 + 2 (1d20 + 2)

>>668481
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>>668468
After flying into the swamp, you wildly swing your axe into the water, which makes it look a little cleaner....You do this off and on for a few hours, and you proudly smile at your achievement. You of course start walking back, until you notice something not too far away from you. You see a small band of... Elves?

Actions

>Shapeshift.
>Just head back.
>Get closer so you can observe them!
>Sneak up on them?
>...Elves in your brother's lands? Elves?! Attack!
>Burrow silently beneath them
>Demand to know what they're doing here!
>Ooh, slaves!
>Write In
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>>668558
>Get closer so you can observe them!
>Sneak up on them?
>>
Roll me a 1d20-3 for stealth anons.
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Rolled 5 - 3 (1d20 - 3)

>>668673
>>
Rolled 13 - 3 (1d20 - 3)

>>668673
>>
10

You stalk the elves silently, at least until you step on a twig, smashing it loudly. Of course, the elves rush into the swamp in an instant!

Actions

>Wait! Come back!
>Shapeshift!
>Rush after them! Maybe you can catch up!
>You need more eyes then you already have, which is right! (At least in dragon form, and with Flames Head.) Summon Smaug!
>Goddamn it... Just head back.
>Cast a spell damn it!
>Stop or I will crush you all!
>Write In
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>>668749
>Wait! Come back!
>Shapeshift to elf.
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>>668749
I'd like to thank autocorrect for being nigger tier and correcting eight to right.
>>
"Wait! Come back!"

Roll me a 1d20+2 to see if they respond! Additional +2 if you can say something proving your an elf!
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Rolled 19 + 2 (1d20 + 2)

>>668774
>>
19+2=21

Good Success!

The elves slowly get out of the brush... And talk in a foreign language. You attempt to decipher it...

Roll me a 1d20+6
>>
Rolled 3 + 6 (1d20 + 6)

>>668820
>>
Rolled 17 + 6 (1d20 + 6)

>>668820
>>
You comprehend their language with ease, and the handful of elves watch what you do carefully, bows drawn.

"Can you understand me?"

"Yes?"

"What is a elf doing here?"

"I was hoping you'd tell me why you're here."

"We are tracking down a particularly cunning tribe of beastmen. Now, what are YOU doing here?"

Actions

>I'm an adventurer. Looking for work, of course.
>How cunning are these beastmen?
>Dragon, at your service. Enough.said, really.
>Where are you from?
>Why are you hunting down beastmen?
>I'm a worker trying to drain the swamp.
>Write In
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>>669113
>Write In
"Working to improve the area, by detoxifying the lake and some other tasks, to assist the local lord."
>>
>I'm an adventurer. Looking for work, of course
Finally got off.
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Back anons. Conquistador Quest soon.

"Well, I'm working to improve the area, by detoxifying the lake and some other tasks to assist the local lord."

"Why are you serving the local human lord?"

"...Erh..."

"...Did he enslave you or something?"

"No, nothing like that. I'm getting paid for it."

"I see. You are a rather strange elf..."

"Well, it's part of being an adventurer and not having a lot of work to do."

"This is Mouselion. Mousilion... However the humans call it, there should be plenty of work in this degraded swampland."

"Well, nothing that might get ME killed."

"I see... Well, good hunting, fellow elf."

Actions

>...Hold on... Do you need any help?
>Why exactly is this beastman horde of any interest?
>By chance, have you heard of the dragon ruling Mousilion?
>Where do you come from?
>What, is it wrong for an elf to work for a human?
>Write-In
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>>669336
>By chance, have you heard of the dragon ruling Mousilion?
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>>669336
>Write-In
"Wait! What have the beast-men done to attract your attention? I might be able to convince the local lord to... lend a few men."
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>>669366
This.
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"Wait, what have the beastmen done to attract your attention? I might be able to convince the local lord to lend a few men."

"Beastmen numbers have grown in this swamp, but unlike others they have not taken to swarming the villages. Instead, we believe they're demanding tribute... And protecting some villages in exchange for their newborns."

"Really?"

"It bears the mark of Chaos, and that's all us rangers need to know."

"Rangers?"

"Trained specifically in Ulthuan for nearly a hundred years, better then the Hawkeyes that command most archer regiments."

"I see. So you're elites?"

"Somewhat. We're mostly sent to take care of Chaos and whatever threatens the stability of the world. Very occassionally we do mercenary work or go on a expedition to the New World, Lustria."

"Interesting... By chance, have you heard of the dragon ruling Mousilion?"

"Dragon? What sort of dragon?"

Actions.

>...A pretty nice dragon. He's the lord, and he has a glorious vision.
>One of those white dragons, I believe.
>...Erh, it's just a nickname for him. He's perfectly normal and human.
>I mean, erh... Let's talk about how you've been traveling so much!
>...Would you care if I come with you to see these beastmen for myself?
>...Would you pay me if I assisted you?
>Write-In
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>>669406
>...Erh, it's just a nickname for him. He's perfectly normal and human.
Just realized that the powers that be might not like that there is a dragon
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"It's a nickname for him. He's perfectly normal and very human."

"...Right. We'll keep a close eye on him then."

"What? Why?"

"I have my suspicions. Firstly, another elf all the way out here? Just to work for a lord that happens to be nicknamed "the dragon?"

Actions.

>...You know too much!
>Come on, it's just a nickname. You're being overly paranoid about it. (Charisma)
>...If he was a dragon, what would happen?
>I recommend you just go for the beastmen. They're more worthwhile of your time then some strange rumors. (Charisma, HARD)
>Right. Have a good day then, fellow elf.
>...The lord is a terrible man, evil, cruelhearted... It is said he boasts of a hundred slaves easily! I beg you, for my sake that you do not anger him! (Charisma, HARD)
>...Erh, just curious... What happens if a dragon bears a mark of Chaos?
>Write-in
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>>669445
>Come on, it's just a nickname. You're being overly paranoid about it. (Charisma)
DAMAGE CONTROL!
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>>669445
>Write-in
"Look, that lord is a friend of mine and a hugely moral being. Screw with him and there shall be consequences."
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Rolled 1 (1d2)

Rolling.

1=Damage Control!
2=Threaten!
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Roll me a 1d20+6. Additional +2 if you can give them a reason why he couldn't possibly be a dragon.
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Rolled 13 + 6 (1d20 + 6)

>>669483
It was an honorary title given by Renexious the Empire of Sweden
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13+6=19

Success!

"It's a nickname.You're just being overly paranoid about it... Besides, it's a honorary title given by Renexizious from the Empire of Sweden."

"Are you making stuff up? I have no idea who this "Renexizious" person is, or the Empire of Sweden is."

Actions.

>I mean, it's uh... By the Empire? You know, Karl Franz? Renexizious is just the name of a... Character I'm writing. Yeah.
>Erh, that's me. Hi.
>Fuck, negotations are failing. Quickly, shapeshift!
>...Well, the Empire of Sweden is the greatest empire of all time... Better then the Romans, etc.
>...Renexizious is an actual dragon. And he's scary from what I saw.
>Write-In
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>>669507
>...Renexizious is an actual dragon. And he's scary from what I saw.
>Write in
Says he was from another dimension
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"Well, Renexizious is an actual dragon. And he's scary from what I saw. He says he comes from another dimension."

The rangers look at eachother...

"...How do you know all this?"

"I'm uh... A friend?"

You're a fucking terrible liar at times. Good job. Stop mention DRAGONS!

"...I see. Did this dragon bear any runes of Chaos? The ambitious ones usually do."

Actions.

>...I'm uh, no. Not at all.
>...Sure?
>Wait, there are other dragons beside me in this world?
>From what I hear, he's best friends forever with Khorne.
>He has a little bit of a split personality disorder too. I recommend you take that into opinion.
>Why don't you rangers go on your way?
>Write-In
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>>669553
>I didn't see any
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"Well, uh. I didn't see any."

"Hm... Well, we must get going. This has been an enlightening conversation."

"I see..."

They begin to take leave.

Good job, you nearly ratted us out.

Shut up.

Fine... So uh, what should we do next?

Well... I think we should drain the swamp now. It's been cleared of diseases.

Right, got it.

Actions.

>...But that can come later, right?
>I think we should drain the swamp into the ocean.
>Could we make the swamp drain into a nearby river?
>...Since there's no disease, let's burn it down. It'll make fertile farmland... Maybe.
>I have my own idea for draining the swamplands.
>...It's valuable though. We should keep it around.
>Write-In
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>>669595
>...Since there's no disease, let's burn it down. It'll make fertile farmland... Maybe.
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You decide to burn down the swamp. This is of course going to be rather "lethal" for the inhabitants of the swamp, but it's an effective way to clear it out.

So... You want me to burn down an entire swamp?

Well, yeah.

Should we at least warn the people living in there?

Actions.

>...Well, sure. That sounds sane.
>...Nah, they'll flee once they hear me coming. That's how these things work.
>...If you help, I'll let you guzzle down some oil.
>Good point, at least a few humans will die or refuse to leave.
>They're all inbred. It's a good thing. Besides, we might get some chaos cultists as well.
>...Fenrir, Flames feels like he has a need for "morals", why don't you wrestle control for a little bit?

>Write-In
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>>669619
>Good point, at least a few humans will die or refuse to leave.
>I think we should drain the swamp into the ocean.
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Good point. However a few humans will die or refuse to leave... And I think we should drain it into the ocean.

Yeah... Can I have some oil though, after this?

...Maybe.

Hey, uh... Ren? Why don't you try eating or drinking stuff that's cold?

...Why?

Maybe your breath could be supercharged like Flames?

...Eh, maybe later. I don't feel like eating the Antarctic.

Just saying. Also so we don't have to fucking drink oil, that shit's nasty.

Hey, it's fucking great.

You sigh, and return to reality...

Roll me a 2d20+4 for how well Flames burns down a swamp. Second roll effects how well you persuade people to leave.
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Rolled 11, 15 + 4 = 30 (2d20 + 4)

>>669647
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Rolled 11, 1 + 4 = 16 (2d20 + 4)

>>669647
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11+4=15

Failure!

15+4=19

Success!

By the next day, you successfully force most of the inhabitants of the swamp off of their lands and try to burn it down... All you get however is a few smoking trees, and a out of breath Flames.

God... Goddamn it... I can't breathe...

We've only burned down seven trees.

...My lungs are killing me.

Our lungs.

Well, we share lungs, alright?

True enough...[/red

Actions.

>...Guess burning it down won't really do any good.
>...Fenrir, are you thirsty for some groundwater?
>...I think we should try "purging it with excessive oil drinking" as one of our options.
>...Maybe we could just burrow and cause the ground water to go a little more underground. That could dry up the swamp... And hurt agriculture.
>...Well, we'll just uproot trees then so the foliage doesn't block our breath... Maybe Chrysoula could help us, she's strong as hell now.
>Write-In
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>>669665
And nothing of value was gained.
Also, didn't we switch to draining the swamp?
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>>669668
>...I think we should try "purging it with excessive oil drinking" as one of our options.
>What about dragonfuel? We could go get some
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I think we should try to drink something combustible... What about dragonfuel?

That shit doesn't explode. And it's literally just our blood put into some gasoline, which we lack the capacity to make. Also I'd rather not become Frankizka with the blood drinking and all.

Actions.

>...Well, maybe it's a good diet? That would explain why Frankizka looks good.
>Let's try something else then.
>Uprooting it is then.
>...Regular crude oil it is then.
>...We'll just find something else that's combustible.
>Maybe I can make a sort of combustible Dragonfuel then. If I can find a professional refinery. Which means traveling back to either Nazi Dimension or our dimension. Or try to make our own refinery.
>...I'll let you drink oil, so long as it's not ALL of it, like last time.
>Write-In
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>>669686
>Maybe I can make a sort of combustible Dragonfuel then. If I can find a professional refinery. Which means traveling back to either Nazi Dimension or our dimension. Or try to make our own refinery.
This sounds like a great i.e. terrible idea
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Maybe I can make a sort of combustible Dragonfuel then. If I can find a professional refinery, which means traveling back to either Nazi Dimension or our dimension... Or we can try to make our own refinery.

Goddamn it, I'm drinking blood. You might as well turn me into a vampire now.

Yeah, no.

Thought so. So, can we just make our own refinery here? I'd rather not go all the way back home...

Uh, what are we going to use for labor.

We're going to steal an idea from communism... Slavery! Besides, I doubt we can train anyone to use this shit. It's out of their education range by far.

We could just pay them.

Please, that's for plebs. Also we don't have money, or time to educate them.

Actions.

>This is a terrible idea. Let's just head back and get it from one of our own refineries.
>...This could have great profit, I mean... After all, oil is expensive in our dimension...
>Let's not enslave people to work for us. I think we should just recruit them. We'll handle education later.
>...Slavery is a family past time. Let's make our own refinery!
>...Let's just drink crude oil, alright?
>...Maybe we could get a leader to refine oil for us, if we can get them dependent on it?
>Write-In
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>>669721
>...This could have great profit, I mean... After all, oil is expensive in our dimension...
>...Slavery is a family past time. Let's make our own refinery!
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This could have great profit. I mean, oil is expensive in our dimension... And slavery is a family past time. Let's make our own refinery!

Huzzah! So uh... Where the hell should we build the refinery?

What are you talking about?

If we build it too close to civilization then people might learn what the hell Oil can do, or try to rally against us... If we build too far, exporting it will be very, very hard...

We could do it underground.

Dwarves.

Actions.

>...Well, we'll set it down in Karak Ankor. You know, the abandoned Karak I conquered?
>Easy peasy, we'll set it up in our brother's domain.
>First, let's handle getting the slaves, alright?
>...I like the idea of putting it Antarctica or something.
>Why not somewhere a little more... Hot? There's probably an equivalent of South America here.
>Write-In
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>>669756
>...Well, we'll set it down in Karak Ankor. You know, the abandoned Karak I conquered?
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Easy, we'll set it down in Karak Ankor. You know, the abandoned Karak I conquered?

Right... Now, we should get slaves... But who?

...Can we at least treat the slaves decently

Why?

...It's uh, it's a quirk of mine. You know, being locked up and being helpless.

Come on, the norse gods don't whip you or make you do forced labor.

...I'd still rather avoid the "nom slaves if disobey" or whipping and shit. It doesn't sit well with me.

Actions

>...Fine. We'll treat them like human beings. Warm quarters, that sort of thing.
>...Come on Fenrir, they're just mortals. They're practically meant to be used as tools.
>Out of a habit of pragmatism, I tend not to do so.
>...Erh, I'd still eat a slave if they annoy me or disobey, but I doubt anything like just fucking flat out crushing some guy because he tripped and disrupted a line or something. Or whipping.
>I try to leave my slaves better then when I found them. As in let's try to teach them to read and whatnot. That's moralistic, right?
>...Should we tell our brother?
>Write-In
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>>669780
>...Fine. We'll treat them like human beings. Warm quarters, that sort of thing.
>Out of a habit of pragmatism, I tend not to do so.
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That's fine, I treat my slaves like human beings anyways. Mostly out of a spirit of pragmatism.

Right... Cool, yeah.

Just don't worry about it.

Hopefully we don't end up with you whipping priests... Remember how well that worked last time?

Don't even fucking mention it.

So, where should we get slaves?

Actions.

>...Well, Orks might be good slaves. If we can make them less warlike, somehow.
>Eh, humans tend to do just fine.
>...Remember that tribe of beastmen? There we go...
>Elves. Always pesky, and I already have a slight dislike of them.
>Dwarves are excellent slaves. But I am fond of their beards and little stubby legs.
>...Why don't we just enslave who ever we find?
>...I think our brother wouldn't mind us enslaving a few of his inbred civilians.
>Hold it... Why don't we get Frankizka to summon undead instead of just slavery?
>Write-In
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>>669799
>...Remember that tribe of beastmen? There we go...
>Two birds with 1 stone
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>>669799
>Hold it... Why don't we get Frankizka to summon undead instead of just slavery?
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Waiting twenty minutes anons.
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Changing to >>669815
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Well... Why don't we just get Frankizka to summon undead instead of just slavery?

I'm not sure she's strong enough to summon intelligent undead who can refine oil, Ren. She can summon zombies and skeletons.

We could make it a little more... I don't know, simple?

They're great at simple orders, I'd assume... Though not as good as just slave labor or paid labor. It would effect efficency...

Actions

>We just need a fucking refinery so YOU can drink some oil, damn it. Fancy oil. Who cares?
>Slave labor it is... (Specify which race)
>...Well, we could try to make Frankizka stronger. She'd be able to summon stronger undead as well, I'd assume...
>Let's at least pay for our laborers.
>Write-In
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>>669847
>...Well, we could try to make Frankizka stronger. She'd be able to summon stronger undead as well, I'd assume...
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>>669867
This.
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Well, let's just make Frankizka stronger!

...What, by drinking blood?

I'd assume so. Let's go ask her then.

Got it.

You start flying back to the Ducal Palace and shift down to go inside... Eventually you find Frankizka idly looking outside a window.

"Franza?"

"Huh? Hi Ren. You need something?"

"Sort of... I was wondering how exactly YOU get stronger undead."

"What's this for?"

"...Well, I need some labor to make some oil. And I thought it would be better to summon undead."

"...Well, I can only summon stronger undead if I have a stronger connection to dark magic, which gradually gets reinforced by the more blood you use up using said black magic."

"I see."

"Oh, and also I believe age plays an important role in it."

"That'll take too long... I need you to summon semi-intelligent undead."

"...That'll take a while. All I know how to summon are bats, skeletons, and zombies."

"I see..."

"Listen, just let me drink your blood once in a while and it'll go smooth. Besides, if you need brute labor, ask Chrysoula."

Actions.

>...I think I can handle it if you drink from me more often. I need you to be a good ruler after all... And therefor a good vampire.
>I see. Well, I'll go ask her.
>Come on, drink some blood from me now.
>...Slaves it is.
>...I think I can make do with normal undead.
>...So uh, what are you doing looking out this window?
>Write-In
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>>669901
Sorry for the dump but there are so many good options
>...I think I can handle it if you drink from me more often. I need you to be a good ruler after all... And therefor a good vampire.
>Come on, drink some blood from me now.
>...Slaves it is.
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"I can handle it if you drink from me more often. I need you to be a good ruler after all... And therefor a good vampire. Anyways, drink some blood from me now."

"Really? I mean, I prefer it when we're both in bed."

"...Because you get to cuddle up to me?"

"Generally, yes. Also because it's more polite."

"...Well, just save it for later then, once I come to bed. And if you need me, I'll be getting some good old slaves."

"Slaves? Oh, right."

"Yeah."

Actions.

>...Have you ever had slaves? Just curious.
>You know, I think I should bring Elizabeth along. She likes slaves... And she could get used to rampaging around a little bit.
>...You don't think I should get Chrysoula a few slave- I mean, helots, right?
>...First, why don't we talk a little?
>Give her a kiss, and leave!
>Write-in
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>>669918
>...Have you ever had slaves? Just curious.
>You know, I think I should bring Elizabeth along. She likes slaves... And she could get used to rampaging around a little bit.
>Flames, you should get Chrysoula a few slave- I mean, helots, right?
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"You know, I think I should bring Elizabeth along... Maybe get Chrysoula a few slaves... Say, have you ever had slaves?"

"Erh, no? I'm not too fond of the idea of slavery."

"Why?"

"I lived under feudalism and serfdom. I don't like the idea of slavery at all."

"...You don't seem to complain about it."

"Because that's your decision. And you aren't too mean with your slaves, I think."

Actions.

>...No slaves? Aw...
>You know, I should really teach the kids about slavery. They could learn a lot. Also so mom doesn't start asking questions.
>Don't worry, I practice humane slavery.
>...Feudalism and serfdom are very different from slavery, you know.
>...Come on, I'll get you a few just so you know how it feels to have one.
>I respect your decision.
>...Slavery and necromancy are similar, you know... Both are binding things to your will without their consent.
>Write-In
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>>669956
>Don't worry, I practice humane slavery.
"I'm like PETA but for people"
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"Well, don't worry. I practice human slavery. I'm basically PETA but for people."

"...What's PETA?"

"I don't know. People Eating Tuna Animals?"

"...That's oddly specific."

"Listen, I just had to think of a important abbreviation off the top of my head..."

"Listen, thank you but no. I have undead I can just use, and the servants here are more then enough."

Actions.

>...Did I mention you can drink from the slaves and that would be totally fine?
>Just try it out... Please? Everyone's got to try this at least once.
>Fine, I get it... I'll stop bothering you.
>But the undead are so dull!
>Come on, even Flame's wife is going to get one!
>Write-In
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>>669975
>...Did I mention you can drink from the slaves and that would be totally fine?
>But it is your choice if you want some
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"Did I mention you can drink from the slaves and that would be totally fine? It's your choice to do with what you will with them."

She seems a little interested, then quickly shakes her head.

"I'm sorry, but my personal beliefs won't let me drink in excess."

"...Seriously?"

"Ren, I may seem somewhat irreligious or rather calm and cold, but that's simply just me trying to deal with vampirism. And I beg you, please don't try to bribe me with blood... It's a low blow, even if it works..."

Actions.

>...Come on, bloodwine. Blood, and wine. French people love wine. So do you... And you can do it any time you want, as long as you have a slave.
>...I promise I won't try to exploit it.
>Well, my glaring weakness is butter... So we have that in common. Sort of.
>But what if I'm gone? You can't live off of my blood then.
>...Did you see what happened to Julius without blood? He went crazy. I don't want you to end up crazy.
>...Come on, slaves allow you to test cool spells on them, if you're particularly immoral.
>Sorry, but I'm going to use what you just told me against you.
>...Alright, I'll knock it off.
>Just try one for Christ's sake.
>...Is it alright with me wishing you were a classic vampire who could give a shit about human life?
>I know. I married you because you were different from all the other girls. And vampires.
>Write-In
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>>670015
>Well, my glaring weakness is butter... So we have that in common. Sort of.
>But what if I'm gone? You can't live off of my blood then.
>...Did you see what happened to Julius without blood? He went crazy. I don't want you to end up crazy.
What happened to Julius?
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>>670022
Went a little crazy, ate a few slaves, then fucked off and returned to normal and invented a new soda type.
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"Well, my glaring weakness is butter. So we have that in common, sort of."

"Right, I forgot how you consume that for breakfast, lunch, and dinner."

"Yeah. It's damned good... But, what if I'm gone. You can't live off of my blood, and you'll go crazy like Julius did that one time!"

"Couldn't I just have a servant who I pay to drain?"

Actions

>...Yes? But I'd rather you have a disposable slave.
>...Can we stop arguing?
>Listen, you can feed a slave whatever you want, and when you drain them you'll taste it, right?
>Good point. Nevermind then.
>...If you drain from anyone else, you need to kill them to avoid word of your existence spreading. A slave is easy and disposable.
>...You can get a variety of different races with different tastes each, but it would be rather hard to hire them as servants... So why not just enslave them?
>Write-In
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>>670062
>Good point. Nevermind then.
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>>670062
>...If you drain from anyone else, you need to kill them to avoid word of your existence spreading. A slave is easy and disposable.
>But it is your choice
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>>670081
Probably wouldn't be nice to tell her that.
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you are probably right
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"Good point... Nevermind then."

"Thank you for understanding, Ren."

"No problem. I sort of wish that you did have slaves."

"Sorry, but I'd rather not. Anyways, you should get going... And I'll see you in bed tonight." She gives you a slight kiss on the cheek, and begins to look out the window again while you decide to find Elizabeth.

Eventually you find her talking with your brother, and you wait until he leaves and is out of earshot... And carefully maneuver up to her.

"Hey, Elizabeth!"

"Afternoon, husband. Do you need something?"

"Well, I was wondering if you wanted to catch some slaves together?"

"...I suppose. I have been a bit lacking in them recently..."

You give her a hug. A rather heavy one.

"Thanks! I'll wait for you outside... But first I got to ask Chrysoula something."

"Got it... I'll see you."

You of course pat her on the back and exchange a long, drawn out kiss before moving onto Chrysoula. Who seems to still be adjusting to her height and weight in what seems to be an abandoned ball room... Hoof marks seem to have ruined the marble floor, and that's when you notice she's a little... Well, exposed. She doesn't have a shirt on, and seems to be making a breastplate out of copper, hammering away at it.

"Erh, Chrysoula?"

"Hold on!" She smashes down with a hammer onto her breastplate, takes out her tongs and puts it into the water... And you hear that the fireplace might be on... Seems like she's doing some forging.

"You need something?"

"Erh... Uh..."

"Oh, shit. Right. Uh, hang on." She bends over, and slides a shirt on.

"Sorry about that."

"I-It's really nothing. I mean, it's..."

"It's perfectly fine. Now, what do you need?"

"I was wondering... Do you want some slaves?"

"...Helots? Eh, I'm good. I can do most things myself."

Actions.

>...Come on, you might be big and strong, but a few extra pairs of hands go a long way.
>You certainly are. I'll just be going now.
>...Do you want to come with me to get some slaves?
>Come on, slaves would make life easier. I mean, who's going to brush out your fur? Or polish your horns? Or clean your weapons and armor?
>...I liked you better with the shirt off, honestly.
>You're a... Well, Queen. You don't have to do all this physical work you know.
>...With slaves you can get some sparring partners. And beat them to death on accident and no one will even bat an eye!
>Write-In
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>>670132
>Come on, slaves would make life easier. I mean, who's going to brush out your fur? Or polish your horns? Or clean your weapons and armor?
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>>670142
This.
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"Come on, slaves would make life easier. I mean, who's going to brush out your fur? Or polish your horns? Or clean your weapons and armor?"

"Seems impractical and a little vain... I can do most of those things myself."

"It would make your life easier..."

"Easier isn't always the way, you know."

"Well, it's more convenient."

"Well, fine. I'll give it a shot. Just don't bring me any dwarves. I've had enough of them.

Actions.

>Got it, bring you dwarven slaves.
>Any specifics?
>Just curious... Why don't you instead of going breastplate, go plate armor or chainmail? That seems more efficient.
>So, how is it being five feet larger?
>Just curious... Have you noticed anything different besides height and strength?
>So uh, want to talk a little?
>Write-In
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>>670162
>Just curious... Why don't you instead of going breastplate, go plate armor or chainmail? That seems more efficient.
>So, how is it being five feet larger?
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>>670162
>Any specifics?
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"Got it... So just curious, how is it being five feet larger?"

"Really, really strange. I wasn't actually expecting to become this large."

"Well, yeah."

"Still, it's pretty cool. Dad's going to be shocked though, once he sees me."

"Yeah."

"Though it's really inconvenient in day-to-day matters. You know, I can barely get through a doorway. Nearly impossible."

"Really?"

"Yeah. My horns either get caught in it or I just have to carefully break sections of the wall off. Though I'd wager I'm larger then any other minotaur, which is pretty fucking cool if you ask me."

"That's nice that you like it."

"Yeah. Though it's sort of strange, at times it feels like there's a little smoke in my lungs."

"That's the draconic genes. You might occasional have an ember or two come out of your mouth."

"That's pretty cool, even if it's not as devastating as pure fire breath. Anyways, I doubt you came here to hear me compliment you for this."

"Yeah... It's nice though, getting complimented."

"I bet."

"So, any specifics?"

"Not really. Just make sure they can understand me, won't try to kill me, and aren't good looking. I'd hate Flames to get any ideas."

"I see. So, just curious... Why don't you go chainmail or plate armor instead of brestplate?"

"Besides costing a fuckton and being really uncomfortable? Hell no. I'm good with this. Besides, plate armor and chainmail get excruciatingly hot."

Actions

>Come on, I bet you'd be like a armored furry tank. With horns. And smoke coming out of your mouth.
>Hey, one day you might gain the ability to breathe fire. That would be pretty cool if you ask me.
>...So uh, why don't you come with me? I'd like to see you in action.
>...Hey uh, we're friends, right?
>...Can I apologize for something? Remember when you got pissed at Flames?
>...I'll be going now. Thank you for your time.
>Write-In
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>>670207
>...I'll be going now. Thank you for your time.
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