Bamp?

rolled 3, 3, 1, 6, 1, 1, 1, 3, 2, 6, 6, 2 = 35

Maximum cattitude.

rolled 2, 4, 4 = 10

>>16988033
Prowess.

rolled 3, 4, 5 = 12

So much grace...

rolled 2, 5, 5 = 12

Prowess

rolled 5, 5, 4 = 14

>>16988141
Moxie

MOXIE, give me MOXIE.

rolled 1, 1, 2 = 4

>>16988141
>>16988145
Grace

rolled 3, 4, 2 = 9

>>16988141
>>16988145
>>16988149
Cattitude

Explain how our fiefdom is the strongest when we're highly vulnerable to infection and don't adapt well to outside habitats.

Please.

rolled 6, 6, 5 = 17

CATTITUDE

rolled 5, 6, 5 = 16

>>16988152
Prowress: 12
Moxie: 14
Grace: 4
Cattitude: 9

Not too shabby, seems rather appropriate.

>>16988159
FUCK YOU SON.

YOU DON'T GET TO TAKE ONLY YOUR ROLLS. UP YOURS SHITBAG.

YOU SHAME HOUSE OF MANUL LIKE PIG DISGUSTING MAINE COON.

>>16988154
Pure Cattitude, unbeliever. A heretic burns tonight, my Manul brothers

>>16988159
Forgot to remove that shit, now I'm done.

>>16988164
I have no concern about playing with this quest, just curious to see what I'd roll. Hope you have fun though.

>Pallas Cat
>Son of the King
>Pallas Cat
>Palace Cat
I see what you did there.

Stats:
Prowress: 12
Moxie: 14
Grace: 9
Cattitude: 17

What you lack in brute strength and grace, you make up for in your complete and utter CATTITUDE, the governing force that keeps House MANUL so very powerful in these times of tribulation.

Oh, we almost forgot

What is your name, mighty PALLAS CAT?

>...?

>>16988188
Rex.

>>16988188

Young Manul. We are the prince, after all.

>>16988202
Jung Manul.

>>16988188

Just "Pal" will do

>>16988188
Tom.

You are JUNG MANUL, First Prince of the STEPPES, HOUSE MANUL, son of OLD MANUL, KING of the STEPPES and all PALLAS CATS, the mightiest fiefdom in the 10 KINGDOMS. As you step from your CAVE in the side of the STEPPES cliffs, you are greeted by GRAY-FANG, your Father's ADVISER.

" Good morning, Jung. Your Father wants to see you immediatley. It is a matter of great urgency, pack your CATTITUDE"

You follow Gray-Fang up the winding path to your father's Chambers, the highest cave in the STEPPES. It is part of the area you inhabit, known as MIST HOLM. As you pass other Pallas on the path, they bow and offer you your due respect. The MANUL family is well loved in Mistholm, and in the fiefdom as a whole.

*continued*

>>16988286
I feel like we're about the dragon shout.

Stepping into your father's chambers, you and Gray-Fang stop short of the man himself. He is perched infront of a huge STONE STATUE of a Pallas Cat, three times the size of your father. Around the statues kneck are STONE BEADS representing this ancestors years of service as King. This particular statue is of your GREAT-GRANDFATHER, ROCK PAW. Your father, OLD MANUL, steps away from the statue and turns to face you.

" We are on the brink of war. The Kingdoms of the east are amassing their armies behind our greatest enemy, and the air is filled with threats of war." He says, a look of extreme seriousness on his face. His whiskers twitch and you notice the scar that runs through his now blind left eye, a battle scar from so long ago.

" You don't mean?"

" Yes" Gray-fang interjects " Them"

" The Corgis."

Your stomach drops.

Dayum we look boss.

>>16988318
pick up our stomach before we make a fool of ourselves!

>>16988318

SPLIT THE AIR WITH BLOOD AND THUNDER!

Muster THE FURRY REAVERS, we're going to fuck up some tiny dogs, and wear their bloody remains as hats.

" We must amass our bannermen, now before they're on our doorstep" Gray-Fang coughs in a low tone " though our CATTITUDE is mighty, even our PALLAS MAGIC cannot halt an army of Corgi with 4 Kingdoms at their backs. We must move quickly to -"

Suddenly, a BLACK CROW bursts into the chamber. The Crows have been longterm allies of the MANUL, and their principle house DARKBEAK has stood by the MANUL for generations. Many of their messengers serve the MANUL as an act of good faith.

" Your grace!" The messenger squawks, ruffling his feathers in the process " There is trouble in the valley! BANDITS move amongst the townsfolk, attacking the young!"

Old Manul looks at you.

" Are you ready to prove yourself in the eyes of your people?"

>...?

Lick that section of our inner thigh.

Extend the Royal Leg.

>>16988318
Corgis are fucking terrifying! And a scourge upon this kingdom. TONIGHT WE FEAST, TOMORROW, WE ATTACK.

>>16988364
"Does a Manul piss everywhere to exert its dominance?"

>>16988364

Ready our weapons and alert our elite guard, we prove ourselves.

You step out of the chamber, and you can hear the SONG OF BATTLE below you from your high perch upon MISTHOLM. Gray-Fang speaks to the messenger.

" Assemble the REAVERS to meet Prince Jung in the valley below. " The bird takes flight.

" Hurry, the battle is already begun"

-----------------------------------------------------------

You finally step down from the winding path, and into the clearing of the VALLEY. The villagers live here in relative peace, but not so today. You are here to rectify this, with the might of the Northern MANUL. At your disposal are your CLAWS, your TEETH and your CAT MAGIC, derived from your CATTITUDE.

There are TWELVE BANDITS, of varying species, destroying and pillaging the simple houses of the VILLAGERS. Dogs, Wolves, Stouts all lead by a BEAR, three times your size. Behind you assemble the REAVERS, the elite fighting force of HOUSE MANUL.

The Bandits notice you, and turn. The battle is about to begin.

What do you do?

>....?

( Roll d20s for Actions, 20s are Crits, 1's are fails. If either are rolled, that is the roll and action taken. Get rolling.)

rolled 4 = 4

I ATTACK THE CLOSEST BANDIT

>>16988420
I use my Cat Magic to turn the mind of the bear upon his fellow bandits with violence.

rolled 17 = 17

>>16988457
Welp.

rolled 3 = 3

>>16988457
>not correctly rolling
I meow very loudly and then fall over for a nap.

>>16988435
You leap at the first and nearest bandit, and completley forgotten that you are not so apt at CLOSE COMBAT. You stumble, and land face first in the DIRT. The WOLF you lunged at stands over you and CACKLES in the harsh tounge of WOLVES. He raises a paw to swipe at you, and you have just enough time to do one more action.

What do you do?

rolled 6 = 6

I sing a cat song that makes everyone on the battlefield take a cat nap.

rolled 17 = 17

>>16988465
ROAR A MIGHTY LIONS ROAR OF JUSTICE TO SCARE HIM AWAY

Strike him down with a bolt of power that splits his gizzards and makes him weep with impotence.

>>16988477
Your CATTITUDE is UNDENIABLE
You open your mouth, and a stream of HARSH MOUNTAIN AIR explodes from your mouth. The WOLF is caught of guard, and FLIES THROUGH THE AIR. He tumbles for a moment before skidding across the ground. You hear the audible SNAP of his neck. He lies broken and dead. You look around you, and see the REAVERS ripping into the Bandits. The ancillary BANDITS are being cut down and driven off, but the BEAR is not so easily defeated. Knocking three REAVERS back with one swing, he roars. In your heart you know what you must do.

Your choice?

rolled 17 = 17

>>16988493
I lunge straight for his throat no mercy, bearing my claws and fangs hoping to rip out his jugular.

>>16988500
He welcomes your challenge. You lunge, and sink your teeth into his arm but he feels no pain. He flings you, and you hold on for dear life. Eventually he shakes you loose but, being the son of OLD MANUL, you naturally land on your feet. This is you first real fight, but the BLOOD OF YOUR ANCESTORS courses through your vain. He bleeds, but ignores it and begins lumbering towards you. He swings, roll to dodge!

rolled 9 = 9

>>16988539
Yo ho ho, a Manul's life for me!

rolled 20 = 20

>>16988539
I roll through his legs!

rolled 11 = 11

>>16988555
nooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo

>>16988556
You succeed!
As he lunges forward, you deftly roll through his legs and score TWO CRITICAL HITS on his HIND LEGS, and BLOOD squirts from the fresh wounds. Bear buckles, falling to his side. He is not dead, but he will be soon. The Reavers have routed the remaining Bandits, and they turn to the Bear.

" I yield!" He roars, raising his paws in a show of submission. " I'll do anything you want!" The Reavers stand back and look to YOU. It is your duty as House Representative to deal with CAPTIVES.

How do you proceed?

rolled 10 = 10

>>16988555
I'm rolling for the bear btw. Consider me as the anti-hero roll.

rolled 14 = 14

>>16988585
I think you need to tell me who you're working for. And we might think about speeding this up a bit.
MIGHT.

>>16988594
The Bear is not cowed, yet he knows when he is beat.
" I am URSUS, Son of None. I am a MERCENARY, hired by the EAST. They've sent me to sow dissent, and create a panic. But, I know it is MORE than that. I am a DISTRACTION, even if they never told me outright." As if on cue, a huge explosion rocks the Steppes behind you! Mistholm! Father!
" I submit myself to you, but know that I did not want this. I am only a pawn."

For the second time today, your stomach drops.

It was a distraction, only a trick to keep you at bay. Only thing springs into your mind.

FATHER

rolled 20 = 20

>>16988630
HEAL the BEAR, and equip it with a mighty Manul sized WARSADDLE. We shall ride into battle in CLASS.

What do you do?
>...?

rolled 11 = 11

>>16988650
Who is to say he isn't gonna fight you again or betray you?? dumb move is dumb

>>16988677
He's a mercenary, we HIRE him as well.

>>16988650
The danger posed to your FATHER provokes your innermost CHAKRA of CATTITUDE. You open your mouth, and mist surrounds URSUS. As it clears, he is standing on all fours, saddled and ready to go. The look of pure indignation on his face is priceless. You climb on his back, and he looks at you.

" You want to live, then you run as fast as you can"

And so he does.

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You bound up the slopes, Reavers at your side, riding your new companion. Acrid smoke filters down from the top of the mountain, but you ignore it. Figures jump through the smoke, Wolves in full battle armour, but you and your vanguard cut through them. There bodies topple off the cliffs. Eventually, you reach the top of MISTHOLM. Standing in front of you is the last person you expected to see. Grey-Fang, standing over the crumpled body of your Father. He is flanked by Wolves, dressed in the same armour as their now dead compadres. Standing next to him is a small dog, a Corgi, in all black. His face is hooded.

" The hand is dealt, young one. The East will rise, and now I only have to finish the Manul line for my victory to be complete" Grey-Fang purrs, pushing down on the crumpled body of your father.

" Any last words?"

>>16988698
My name is Jung Manul. You killed my father. Prepare to die.

rolled 12 = 12

>>16988711
>oh fickle dice command

rolled 11 = 11

>>16988698
Please, give my regards to my father for me, I shant be seeing him for a very long time.

The bear and I rush Grey Fang

>>16988720
>>16988711
With brave words, you charge with your Vanguard at your heels but you are NOT quick enough. The CORGI opens his mouth and BARKS, and you recognise it for what it is. BLACK MAGICKS, The ANTITHESIS of your own CATTITUDE.

BARK MAGICK

The Usurper and his posse DISSAPEAR into a puff of SMOKE and NOTHING. You skid to a STOP. He is beyond your reach now, but you know that NOTHING can stop you from killing him. Not any force in the TEN KINGDOMS or the HEAVENS above.

Your FATHER lies below you, crumpled and dying.

He pulls you closer.

" Defend...the realm"

And then he passes.

>...?

rolled 11 = 11

>>16988774
Father..... hold on, I come with healing magicks.... please.... we can stop them together! Just don't pass.... The Deciever GRAY FANG WILL NOT GO UNPUNISHED!

rolled 3 = 3

>>16988774
Summon our mighty CATTITUDE to provide Father with a worthy memorial, then rally all surviving forces. WE MARCH.

Two days pass. Two long, hard days. You father is entombed in the Crypt of his Fathers, Mistholm's burial chamber. You have no time to mourn. You have to prepare. The armies are coming and you must have a force to meet them. It is time. Time to call the banners, for the first time in 40 years.

Ursus pledges himself to House Manul. But you don't know if you can trust him. But any soldier, especially one as large as Ursus, is valued.

You know it is time for war, and you must prepare. The future grows uncertain, and as you stand with your expeditionary force of 40 of Manul's personal house guard, accompianied by 10 Reavers, you know one thing is most certain.

Mistholm will not fall, you will succeed.

And Grey-fang must die.

End Part One

C&C, should I continue this soon? Basically just looking for expressions of interest

>>16988891
Yes. Yes you should.

rolled 9 = 9

>>16988891
I was rocking out, so yeah forge a head man~

MORE

So..what happened next?

Will post a new topic later on, probably not today. If someone archives this, it'd be easier to track

>>16992594
http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/archive/16988033/

Scottish Wildcat ...

Bigger, stronger, angrier than any manul, a valuable fighting companion, or an enemy in our midst!

Holy fuck this shit is awesome. It makes me wish to be the big cat.

Don't allow this thread to die! Long live the Pallus Emperor!!!

>>16992963
But I thought /tg/ wanted to be the little girl, not the big cat?

...I've got it! We can be the little girl who has the big cat as a mount/companion-animal!!

>>16996958