>>35549865
>>Laze around your balcony and contemplate your navel
>>Write-In
See if neighbor girl is home

>>35549865
>>Write-In
Go check our bossu

>>35549865
>>Write-In

Call mom and check in with her.

Investigate neighbor girl presence or lack thereof.

>>35550072
This.

>>35550072
Yeah this seems good.

Your boss Rebecca is probably still at the office, as far as you know she doesn't take days off. It's likely for the best you stay away from work, so that your life doesn't become any more stale than it already is.
Although you only have two ass-hole friends, you do have something even better than friends though, family! Stepping out on your balcony, you cycle through the contacts on your phone for your mother. What a wonderful son you are, calling home on your day off! She must be so proud of you!

"What do you want?"

Ah, your sweet mothers voice. She hasn't changed at all since you last heard from her. "Can't I just call home to hear from my mom?"

"No, you want something. What is it?"

"I don't want anything, I'm just checking in on you."

"We're fine, I'm fine, your father is fine."

"No cancer? No debts? No mysterious antiques picked up from shady china-men?"

"No, go away. I'm watching my soaps. Call back when you get a promotion or a wife, whichever comes first." Your mother hangs up on you, despite her flippant attitude you can't really say you have a bad relationship with your parents, it's always been an exceedingly average one and it doesn't seem she's interested in hearing about what boring going-ons have happened in your life.
As you stuff your phone away and into your pockets, contemplating the depths of your belly button and what purpose it could possibly have, you hear a cry off your left-side.

It sounds like the neighbour girl! What a sudden shriek. You saw both of her parents leave earlier for their bi-monthly round of marriage counselling and you know she should be home alone, but what could make her make that noise!? A rat? A burglar? An ancient evil!? Were this any regular evening you'd leave it alone, but you're just bored enough to want to play hero!

What if she's in danger!?

>Through the window! Janitor Batman!
>Knock on the door, Neighbour Gentleman!
>Knock on the wall and ask if she's okay through it.
>Write-In

>>35550616
>Through the window! Janitor Batman!
DANANANANANANANANA

>>35550616
>Knock on the wall and ask if she's okay through it.

>>35550616
>Knock on the wall and ask if she's okay through it.
I feel like maybe we shouldn't make a habit of hopping the balcony and barging into our kid neighbor's room every time we hear something strange.

>Then when she responds, reflect suddenly on how thin the walls actually are, and panic briefly.

>>35550616
>>Through the window! Janitor Batman!
Only option.

>>35550616

>Knock on the wall and ask if she's okay through it.

Be polite

>>35550616

>Knock on the wall and ask if she's okay through it.

>>35550710
>>35550744
>Going into a teenager's room
>When they're alone
>When they're sreaming
What's the worst that can happen?

File: asterskilltree.png (1.2 MB, 1220x1620)

1.2 MB PNG

You stumble back into your room and knock on the wall. "Are you okay over there," you ask.

No response, but you can still hear muffled noises coming from the other side. Damn these walls are thin, you can feeeeel the neighbour couple during their on-nights. You really need to move one of these days, some place with less loud Latinos and more desperate housewives. Louder, you ask the same again.
The sound stops. You press your ear flat against the wall and listen closely for the neighbour girl's response.

Starting with a stutter, you hear her meek voice. "I'm okay," she says, "it's fine over here!" There's something of a breathlessness in her sound.

Unfortunately it doesn't look like you'll be able to fight off a bunch of sex trafficking gang members, but fortunately your neighbour is fine. You leave your wall alone, making a note to yourself to be careful about your own noise levels and make way to your computer...

Looks like servers are up. That brief excitement aside, you go to log onto your game...

>You have two skill-points to spend, you can access all [Warder] skills and all [Diviner] skills.
>You have one profession-point to spend, you can access up to three tiers of [Tamer] skills.
>You have three stat-points to spend, you are at [3 STR], [3 DEF], [3 SPD], [2 MAG], [2 RST]

The game looks different since you last played, looks like the down-time was spent moving things from Summer to Fall. There's a slight warm hue to everything, and seasonal event markers are popping up all over your map. A few of your friends are already online, and more crop up as you allocate your points...

Odd, a message is waiting for you when you log on. That Imman fisher Humbert's sent you something, an invitation to the middle of nowhere. He's said nothing about what he wants from you.
The season being as it is, you could see what else there is to do though.

>[Personal] Follow Humbert's invitation
>[Quest] Change of Seasons - Go check out seasonal events
>Write-In

>>35551269
>[Personal] Follow Humbert's invitation

Let's see what this is about then

File: asterskilltree.png (1.2 MB, 1220x1620)

1.2 MB PNG

>>35551269
Whoops, I'm extra shitty today.

>>35551269
>>[Personal] Follow Humbert's invitation
Haha, she was fappin'.

>>35551269

>[Personal] Follow Humbert's invitation
Was she masturbating?

>>35551269
>[Personal] Follow Humbert's invitation

>>35551395
>>35551347
Nah, this is a Christian image board

>>35551347
>>35551395
If she was, It's probably a good thing we didn't just jump in through her window.

>>35551269
>[Personal] Follow Humbert's invitation

>>35551421
>Christian image board
u wot m8

>>35551269
>Stillness
Being able to go from Staggered to Still in one turn is pretty great, and it gives us a second way to tank a large charge attack from boss mobs aside from Lifting them with Rising Storm.

>Divine Fists
Effectively doubling your STR for the round is great.

>STR, SPD, MAG
More damage on Balanced Strike/Lion Fist and Divine Fists/Split Body, and speed is always useful.

>Big Feeder
I'd consider Rider, but I think having them be larger first would be a necessity.

>[Quest] Change of Seasons - Go check out seasonal events
Pretty sure I'm firmly outvoted here, but color me curious about assorted Halloween/Thanksgiving/Whatever temporary changes.

>>35551269
Oh shit those choices

>You have two skill-points to spend, you can access all [Warder] skills and all [Diviner] skills.
CLEAR BODY
RELENTLESS STORM
A once-a-battle cure all + a buff to our big move is pretty good.

>You have one profession-point to spend, you can access up to three tiers of [Tamer] skills.
BIG FEEDER
Bigger size = Slime girls trust me on this guys

>You have three stat-points to spend, you are at [3 STR], [3 DEF], [3 SPD], [2 MAG], [2 RST]
1 MAG
1 RST
1 LUK
Be balanced
Be a Warder

>>35551269
>Clear Body
>Still Existence
>Big Feeder
>Str, SPD, MAG

>[Personal] Follow Humbert's invitation
I'm a little late

>>35551695
>Slime girls trust me on this guys
I'm going to be sad if/when it turns out our friend was right that slime girls aren't a thing.

File: astersheetpng.png (491 KB, 600x800)

491 KB PNG

You decide to answer Humbert's call...

It's a bit of a walk before you find the place on The Western Wilds, the area is fairly low levelled and out of the way, with few settlements around and little in the way of events. It's a large lake in the middle of open fields where you meet the old Imman, who is seated on a cut stump. Seems you're not the only one here, you notice Pixie and Raven, among other unfamiliar faces.

"Hey there," Humbert says, tipping his fishing hat to you, "I see you got the message."

"You're here too, Aster?" Pixie waves at you, her cat-tail swaying behind her.

"What's this about?"

"You know right? That we can make settlements? Well, I want to open a little fishing spot here, so I thought I'd call up some friends for help."

"Are we friends?" You only remember meeting the man once, and you didn't hit it off perfectly there. Come to think of it, where did Humbert meet Pixie?

"'Course we are, why not? Any ways, we already cleared most the trees and the monsters in the area, but we can't settle nicely 'til we rout out the camp and there's plenty to be done 'round here other than that. Oh! 'Course I intend to pay you nicely, free fishing license and all."

"Are you two doing this?" you ask Pixie and Raven. Pixie gives you a short nod.

"Hmph, my Cursed Hand is made to destroy but... I can lend it out to creation now and again." Guess Raven's in too.

"Big ol' mole hangs out in the foothills north of here, they usually leave alone but sometimes they'll cause trouble if they wander down to the lake. Need someone to scare them off. Gotta collect some stones off the go'ems in the west too, got a guy for that though, it's kind of dangerous still. And of course, someone has to put up the place around here."

"What'll you be doing, Humbert?"

"Supervisin'."

>Go fight some moles
>Pick up rocks from golems
>Take it easy and work on construction
>Write-In

>>35551660
this

>>35551902
>>Go fight some moles
Let's go hit things

>>35551902
>>Go fight some moles
Let's go tame some moles. We'll get an especially furry one and name it Cuddles.
Because Cuddles the Mole is the best name.

>>35551942
this

>>35551902
>Go fight some moles
Hey you know while looking at the Character sheet, I noticed we still have that beginner's set. We need new drags

>>35551902
>Write-In
Aid the moles against this land grab

"I guess I'll go whack some moles then." Shit, that sounded better in your head than it did out-loud.

"Might be a bit much for three of you. Hey, Mordakka, help these fellows out would you?"

"Yeah boss?" An Imman lady saunters over to you, the top of her head only comes up to your belly, she's got bright pink hair covering half of her neon-green scalp, piercings stick out of her ears and her nose. Sizing you up, she speaks, "Name's Mordakka, Mordakka Boom--get it? What're you three called?"

"I'm Pixie, this is Aster, and that's The Bloody Raven."

"H-hey..." Raven gestures down Pixie's introduction, he seems nervous.

"The Bloody Raven? What kinda stupid name is that? Well, whatever, don't matter none to me." Mordakka scratches her rear, for her short size she's quite plump, her flesh peeks out the top and bottom of her short pants. "Let's go then, just two things you need to know about me, I'm a Stalker--the classy kind, not the creepy kind; and no staring at the assssets."

Humbert leans over, whispering quietly to you. "I strongly recommend taking that advice."

You make a note of this...

You set out north to meet the moles, your new companion swings her rear around as she leads the group, you have an easy enough time ignoring it--Raven not so much. The red of his eyes has painted his white cheeks rosy, and his head jerks left and right trying to avoid looking.
It seems Pixie has made a new friend, her class change to Hunter has come along with a big lion companion that stalks at her side. Not as cute as your slimes, which now bulge out taller and wider than Humbert or Modakka, but it's got a proud look to it.

While you walk, you...

>Talk to Pixie about pets
>Tease Raven about girls
>Question Mordakka's body language
>Write-In

>>35552290
>>Talk to Pixie about pets
Lions are alright I guess

>>35552290
>Talk to Pixie about pets
>Mordakka Boom
Goddamn it

File: don mole.jpg (19 KB, 480x360)

19 KB JPG

>>35551902
>Big ol' mole hangs out in the foothills north of here

>>35552290
>Talk to Pixie about pets
>Write-In
How's Mordakka know Humbert, anyway? She doesn't strike me as the lazing around and fishing type.

>>35552290
>Talk to Pixie about pets

Even though I'm usually free and this is a good time for me I usually miss these.

Also, Raven isn't off the hook yet. We can tease him when we're not with the shortstack.

"How do you know Humbert any ways? He was fishing on a mountain when Raven and I met him."

"He was fishing in the Granrose canals when I met him," Pixie answers.

"The boss?" Mordakka turns her head to you. "We were part of the same guild."

"Were?"

"Well, Baby Boomers is still around but the boss ain't a part of it no more."

"Baby Boomers, they're that big raiding guild aren't they?"

"That's right, birdman. First to clear half the dungeons on the server, though nowadays those Silver Crusade fellows and running all over. It's no interesting story though, the boss just got bored and quit one day--now he runs around fishing." Sounds like there's more to Humbert then meets the eye, but that's how it is with all strange old men if the fantasy novels you keep haven't been lying to you. Not much more to touch on there, you turn your mind to Pixie.

"So that's your pet now?"

"Yeah, named her Pixie."

Wait a second. "You named your lion... Pixie?"

"Yeah, cute name right? Named her after my cat."

"That's your name."

Pixie gives you a wide smile and an awkward laugh. "I'm not really good with names. I use Pixie for everything."

Opening up your pet window, you let out your pair Silver and Gold. Fish, you'd rather not introduce to people. "Can Pixie fight at all?" Your slime buddies flop on the ground, bouncing along. At their size and weight they'd do some mean damage slamming into something, if the game let them fight at all.

"Yeah, she scratches and bites and everything!" Pixie lifts her hands up, pawing them in imitation of a cat. She bares her fangs at you, growling playfully--before giving way to a giggle. "It feels kind of bad making pets fight though, you know?"

What a sweet girl, it doesn't seem she's got the full idea of virtual in her head yet though.

>CONT

The moles stand upright to about Mordakka's height, holding shovels and hammers in their hands. As you understand it, they'll just keep respawning as you knock them down but there should be a leader somewhere which'll slow them down if he's taken out.

"We're looking for The Mole Foreman, he's got a pickaxe out to here and one of those flashlight-helmets on his head, the ones miners use."

"Mining helmets?"

"Yeah!" Mordakka nods. "Any ways, we can sneak around and pitter-patter, but we blow up enough of these and he'll probably come crawling out of whatever hole he's digging up. What do you think?"

There're holes all around the foothills and it might take some time to figure out where the foreman is, there's a count of three moles not too far from you, just lazing around and doing not any work. It'd be easy enough to catch them off-guard, but who knows how many more will come out while you deal with them...

>You are at [Balance]
>Your health is [Full]
>Combat rolls are 3 sets of 3d20.

>[LIGHT] Sneak up on the watch-moles and attack.
>[HEAVY] Charge the watch-moles, who needs stealth.
>[GUARD] Have Pixie pull the watch-moles and deal with them first.
>[2 sets of 1d20] Try to find The Mole Foreman sneakily.
>Write-In

Rolled 14 (1d20)

>>35553005
>[2 sets of 1d20] Try to find The Mole Foreman sneakily.

Rolled 3 (1d20)

>>35553005
>[2 sets of 1d20] Try to find The Mole Foreman sneakily.

Rolled 9, 19, 3 = 31 (3d20)

>>35553005
>[LIGHT] Sneak up on the watch-moles and attack.
Serves you right for slacking off.

>>Write-In
Have Mordakka (explosively) collapse any mole holes she spots so we don't get flanked by surprise watch-moles coming up from the tunnels.

Rolled 9 (1d20)

>>35553005
>[2 sets of 1d20] Try to find The Mole Foreman sneakily.

>>35551269
I'm never gonna make it in time for upgrade votes

>>35553005
Can we make the moles carry live explosives and scare them into the mole holes?

"It safe to assume you deal with explosives?"

"Yup, took Stalker just to get at 'em." Mordakka sticks her chest out.

"We'll sneak by to find the foreman, collapse any mole holes you spot along the way so we don't have to deal with surprise watch-moles."

"Oooh? I like your style big guy." Mordakka laughs, her nose ring jiggles around a little as the air escapes her nostrils.

"Ugh, gross..." Raven sighs...

You slip past the lazy watch-moles on your way up the foothills, Mordakka leaving little bombs behind in your trails. You take a bit of a guess in your head on where the foreman might be, but years of gaming has served you well, it seems their boss' burrow sits centre of the zone.
He's scaled larger than all the others, a mining helmet caps off his head. In his arm is a pick axe chipped to make two points on each each, his fur is brown and his proportions are cartoony. Looks like he's alone, you're in luck.

"So how do we do this?" Raven asks.

You try to formulate a plan, but--

"HEAD ON!" Mordakka draws a bow and fires a shot at the unknowing foreman, rather than a pointed arrow it looks to be a ball tied to a stick--and unsurprisingly it explodes on hitting the grand mole's face. She drops the bow which vanishes as it touches the floor, a large hammer forming in her arms as she rushes forward.

"I THOUGHT STALKER WAS A STEALTH CLASS!? WHAT'RE YOU DOING?" Raven panics, fumbling around as he takes his spellbook out from his inventory.

"SHUT UP BIRD, I THOUGHT SORCERER WAS A MAN'S CLASS!" Mordakka slams her hammer against the foreman's foot, before he grounds her with a swing of his pickaxe.

Turning his attentions on you, the foreman steps forward and lifts his pick axe well above his head.

>You are at [Balance]
>Your health is [Full]

>[LIGHT] Dodge and run against the shaft of the pickaxe.
>[HEAVY] Smash into the foreman before he swings.
>[GUARD] Brace for impact, grab the weapon.
>Write-In

>>35553588
>[LIFT] the foreman with rising storm and let everyone nuke him in one go

Rolled 5, 2, 19 = 26 (3d20)

>>35553649
I like this plan. Squish him up against the roof of the cave, and have Mordakka set up a big bang right underneath him for when he lands. Wail away with Split Body while he's airborne. If we're REALLY lucky, since he's swinging his big pick overhead it'll get lodged in the roof of the cave when he suddenly finds himself in the air and leave him disarmed.

Gives Raven some time to get his magic in order, too.

Rolled 8, 4, 1 = 13 (3d20)

>>35553588
>[LIGHT] Dodge and run against the shaft of the pickaxe.
>Use Rising Storm.

Rolled 18, 6, 3 = 27 (3d20)

>>35553588
>>[LIGHT] Dodge and run against the shaft of the pickaxe.
Rising Storm time

looks like it is "getting our asses handed to us" time based on those rolls.

Rolled 13, 6, 1 = 20 (3d20)

>>35553588
>[LIFT] the foreman with rising storm and let everyone nuke him in one go
TACTICS ARE A GO

Rolled 17, 16, 17 = 50 (3d20)

>>35553815
>>35553739
>>35553725
>>35553714
Holy shit these rolls

>>35553769
18, 6, 19 for best-of-3 is actually fairly reasonable, but I forget how Librarian is handling 1s and 20s.

The pickaxe comes down, but you're not afraid. You run forward--not away, avoiding the width of the steel and placing your body along the wooden shaft of the cleaving weapon. The ground tremors, but you keep your balance--your knees bend then lift, and you call forth the [Rising Storm] as your fist cuts along the belly of the mole--
However, you cannot muster strength enough in your blow to lift him. The winds lift his fur while gusting around him, and the top of his helmet rattles but it's not enough to phase him. He drags his pickaxe swiftly back, leaving a large mark across the ground; you act fast enough to roll out of the way, but your back ends up against the wall of the little burrow as you stand.

"Good smarts. Bad luck." The Foreman laughs at you, the whiskers on his nose wiggling around.

Not for naught though, Mordakka is getting up and Raven has his spellbook. It's hard to see her behind the prowl, but Pixie and... Pixie, are both poised to strike the foreman from behind with his attentions turned to you.
And with his attention turned to you, he strikes. He leaps quickly forward, kicking his stubby feet at your head--moving deceptively quick for his size.

>You are at [Balance]
>Your health is [Full]
>Rising Storm is unavailable until your next refresh.

>[LIGHT] Duck past him and strike lightly as you reposition yourself.
>[HEAVY] Swing into his foot and try to meet him straight.
>[GUARD] Crouch against the wall and brace for impact.
>Write-In

>>35553922
There're no crits, but there are degrees of success. I only take one set, but the three dice in each set correspond to speed, damage, and defense respectively. The set I pick is influenced by whether [Light], [Heavy] or [Guard] is being used.

Rolled 11, 16, 16 = 43 (3d20)

>>35553983
>>[GUARD] Crouch against the wall and brace for impact.
Stone Wall 'em

>>35553983
>[GUARD] Give him a Stone Wall to dig

Rolled 16, 15, 16 = 47 (3d20)

>>35553983
>>[GUARD] Crouch against the wall and brace for impact.
use Stone Wall

Rolled 7, 19, 15 = 41 (3d20)

>>35553983
>>[GUARD] Crouch against the wall and brace for impact.
Rocks are for picking, not for kicking.

Rolled 2, 18, 11 = 31 (3d20)

>>35553983
>[GUARD] Crouch against the wall and brace for impact.
STONE WALL
GET BUFFS

You crouch and kick your foot out, announcing and summoning your [Stone Wall], the foreman stumbles over it with his approach, his snout flattens against the rock behind you. It looks like a painful trip, the burrow shakes from the impact.
You make space to stand by your companions, steel tipped arrows, explosive bolts and shots of flame fly into the back of the foreman, his health ticking down with the repeated blows. As the bar drops down to about half, the foreman pushes himself off from the wall and hits the ground with a thud on his bottom. He turns around, and bats his pick-axe against his palm.
He leans forward with his helmet, and lowers his stance. Approaching slowly, he brings his pickaxe out to the side like a scythe looking to reap.

>You are at [Diminished]
>Your health is [Full]

>[LIGHT] Run at the foreman, try to get past the helmet and strike.
>[HEAVY] Run at the foreman, smash straight into his helmet.
>[GUARD] Step forward between the foreman and your friends, prepare to catch his swing.
>Write-In

>>35554371
>Lion Fist his back, try to stun him

Rolled 12, 2, 2 = 16 (3d20)

>>35554371
>>[HEAVY] Run at the foreman, smash straight into his helmet.
Hit him with a Lion Fist

Rolled 2, 20, 12 = 34 (3d20)

>>35554371
>[HEAVY] Run at the foreman, smash straight into his helmet.
Lion Fist for sure, puts us back to Balanced for a bunch of Like the X passive buffs, and gives a chance to stun him.

>using heavy
>against heavy
>in an Rock Paper Scissors system

pls

Rolled 1, 16, 8 = 25 (3d20)

>>35554547
We're heavier so it's fine

I actually forget about the RPS things a lot

>>35554547
Pretty sure it's a Guard, given the slow advance and lowering his helmet to us. Telegraphing wide, sweeping strikes seems more defensive than offensive too, but that's more debatable.

If he was lowering his helmet intending to bull rush us, that'd be Heavy for sure.

Rolled 2, 4, 12 = 18 (3d20)

>>35554371
>[HEAVY] Run at the foreman, smash straight into his helmet.
LION FIST TIME
TIME FOR BUFFS

>>35554424
>>35554570
>>35554722
Goddamn are the dice gods against us

You run at the foreman, revving up your [Lion Fist]! Heat gathers in your hand, you're ready to smash straight through that stupid helmet!
Then, you trip--it's a rock, a stupid rock that catches on the bottom of your bare foot, more inaccurately into the bottom of it, you lose one leg to the stone and the rest of your body continues onward without it as you go into an awkward stumble. Pouncing on the opportunity, the foreman sweeps into you, smashing straight through your right arm and into your ribs; you're lifted off from the ground and into the ceiling before it lets go, stealing that arm before dropping you down. The bestial flame in it fizzles out.

Mordakka bursts into laughter, lowering her bow as you land. It looks like Raven's trying to hold his snickers back too, but Pixie at least is more concerned about your condition than amused. The foreman takes a short moment to look at you before continuing onward--his mistake, down an arm and a leg, you can still hold a weapon, albeit you summon your [Bamboo Lance] more to stand than to strike.

Distracted, two of your companions are caught off guard when the foreman cleaves into them, knocking Mordakka and Raven to the front and the back of the burrow respectively. It's not exactly life or death but they could take the game more seriously. Pixie standing alone bites her lip, her lion pet comes into vision in front of her and snarls as the foreman as she lifts her bow and aims it between his eyes.

He lifts his pick axe above his head, in an executioner fashion.

>You are at [Balance]
>Your health is [Medium-High]

>[LIGHT] Javelin the foreman and steal his attention.
>[HEAVY] Jump high and impale the foreman from behind.
>[GUARD] Leap between the foreman and Pixie.
>Write-In

Rolled 20, 5, 20 = 45 (3d20)

>>35554889
>>[LIGHT] Javelin the foreman and steal his attention.
sounds like a heavy, dice gods dont fail us now!

Rolled 3, 16, 6 = 25 (3d20)

>>35554889
>>[LIGHT] Javelin the foreman and steal his attention.
Can we Rising Storm again yet?

Rolled 16, 14, 9 = 39 (3d20)

>>35554889
>>[LIGHT] Javelin the foreman and steal his attention.
Told you guys it was heavy.

>>35554934
holy crap my praise to the dice gods worked?!?

>>35554968
apparently

Rolled 3, 15, 10 = 28 (3d20)

>>35554889
>[LIGHT] Javelin the foreman and steal his attention.
We may have one leg and one arm but we can still do this

You take a step forward and throw your weapon at the foreman's head, it smacks itself rather weakly against his skull before vanishing into light and reforming in your hand, but it's enough to stop the mole and enough to grab his attention.
The foreman turns around slowly on heavy steps, he wrinkles his brow at you, his nose is still flattened.

"Not enough? I hit you more!" He starts to stepping towards you, his big teeth chattering with his breaths.

"Go, Pixie! And Spiraling Strike!" Pixie fires an arrow at the back of the mole, the arrow becomes white light and twirls through the air before smacking into the moles head, bringing the monster to a halt. He starts to stagger with his movement, and the Lion-Pixie digs its fangs into the feet of the fiend, tripping him up and knocking him down on his back.

The foreman lets out a groan, he pulls his legs in and presses down on his own helmet, trying to get his balance back together. He looks wide open for attack, but one hand is still resting on his pick-axe.

>You are at [Balance]
>Your health is [Medium-High]

>[LIGHT] Strike the feet of the foreman, keep a fair distance.
>[HEAVY] Leap in on his stomach, one blow will do it!
>[GUARD] Wait carefully where you are, get ready to hit him when he stands.
>Write-In

Rolled 19, 6, 1 = 26 (3d20)

>>35555275
>>[HEAVY] Leap in on his stomach, one blow will do it!
Now let's Lion Fist him while he's stunned

>>35555275
>>[HEAVY] Leap in on his stomach, one blow will do it!

File: star-nosed-mole.jpg (72 KB, 761x595)

72 KB JPG

Rolled 19, 14, 19 = 52 (3d20)

>>35555275
>his nose is still flattened
Moles are odd.

>[HEAVY] Leap in on his stomach, one blow will do it!
Not sure how good a leaper we are with one leg, but keeping him off-balance is a good plan either way. Poking him from afar doesn't seem like a good way to do that.

>>35555275
>>[HEAVY] Leap in on his stomach, one blow will do it!
Also let our pets attack as well, for a team finisher.

Rolled 12, 3, 8 = 23 (3d20)

>>35555275
>>[HEAVY] Leap in on his stomach, one blow will do it!

Rolled 20, 11, 13 = 44 (3d20)

>>35555487
Woops forgot roll

>>35555438
Apparently a really fucking good leaper judging by that roll

You take one step forward and jam your lance into the ground, leaving it behind for the moment as you vault upward and above the grounded foreman. The weapon returns to your hand, and you aim for his heart as you drop.
Still shaken, the foreman is slow to the uptake when he goes to bat at you with his pickaxe. Bursting out from your tunic, your two slimes fling themselves into the the pole of his weapon--not able to do damage, but wise enough to make themselves a distraction.

"GET SOME!"

"HELL YEAH!" yell Silver and Gold, weighing the weapon down and pulling it into the dirt. Your route wide open, you pierce straight into the mole--
He bursts into pixeled blocks, coins flying from his core and bouncing off the walls, ceiling and floor before finding their way over to your party.

The battle ends, not much to be said. You collapse on one side, still off-balance without your limbs.

"Heheh, looks like you dropped something." A hand reaches out to you and you take it, naturally it's yours. "Fell over a little way, I had Pixie pick it up." Judging by the bite-marks...

"Ol' mole dropped something too." Mordakka waves to you from little deeper in the burrow, Raven flies over to you with your leg in hand and a disturbed look in his face, he helps you piece yourself back together. The three of you join Mordakka, to see what she's found. "Lucky us, we got some drops out of this. What do you want?"

Looking into the chest that's formed in front of the Imman woman, you pick out the...

>[Foreman's Pickaxe] Blunt weapon, gives +2 to Strength when wielded.
>[Miner's Helmet] A mining helmet, gives +1 to Defence, acts as a torch.
>[Moleveralls] Light overalls with a cute mole pattern, gives +1 to Resistance and inceases friendliness with animals.

"Well, let's head back shall we? I blew most of the burrows, so we should be okay to walk."

>Talk to Mordakka...
>Talk to Pixie...
>Talk to Raven...
>Write-In

>>35555687
>>[Miner's Helmet] A mining helmet, gives +1 to Defence, acts as a torch.

Rolled 8, 20, 20 = 48 (3d20)

>>35555687
>>[Miner's Helmet] A mining helmet, gives +1 to Defence, acts as a torch.
I don't want to go around wearing overalls

>Talk to Mordakka...
Talk to the new girl a bit

>>35555687
>>[Miner's Helmet] A mining helmet, gives +1 to Defence, acts as a torch.
>Talk to Mordakka...

>>35555687
>[Miner's Helmet] A mining helmet, gives +1 to Defence, acts as a torch.
New hat. We're gonna end up shining our light in peoples' faces a whole lot before we get used to this thing.

>Talk to Raven...
A little bit of playful ribbing on the way back (at a point in which the girls are otherwise occupied, since he's not likely to give up the goods otherwise). He's been pretty subdued this whole time, and it certainly ain't because of us.

>Talk to Mordakka...
Maybe get a better idea of how guilds work. We could ask Lloyd about his, but I can't imagine his answer would be a representative sample.

The mining helmet fits you nicely, or rather, it makes itself fit you nicely. One size fits all equipment, you can dig it. Mining jokes.
Better not say that one out loud...

"So how do guilds work exactly?" you ask Mordakka.

"Hm? You go to a big city, find the town scribe and he'll sign you up if you've got five signatures. Long as you have that many members you're functional, not much about that."

"What can they do?"

"Not much players can't, it's mostly the convenience. You get a discount on owning land, it's easier to organize raids and picking battles, and there're certain buildings only guilds can buy. Most of the Deman capital is owned by one guild if I recall, what was it called again..."

"Your guild was The Baby Boomers?"

"Yeah, we're still pretty active but we used to be one of the biggest around. The Boss made it, but I joined just a little bit before we left, guy's got a real head for management, but I guess he got tired of running numbers in a game and all... you could ask him more about it, hell if I know about much." You leave the conversation there...

Perhaps it'd be a good idea to join one soon.

>CONT

Despite Mordakka's loud appearance, Pixie seems to fit it off with her pretty well. The two girls chat it up on the way back, and meanwhile behind them, you play participate in the age-old male bonding ritual of merciless teasing.

"So Raven, not comfortable around the ladies?"

"Er..."

"Come on, there's like a half-chance they're men. Lighten up."

"Well, uuuh..."

"The Bloody Raven doesn't have need to fear anything right? Your avatar is so pretty, I bet my friend Lluth could hook you up with any number of ladies, or, men who pretend to be ladies."

"I'd um, I'd rather not."

"Come on, how do you like them? Giant red amazoness? Tiny punk and plump goblins? Or do you like them with wings?"

He seems to take a moment to think over this one. "Blondes, I guess... n-not that I have any interest in the mortal flesh though! I'm a lone wolf-a lone bird! Bird! I take flight where my heart wills me, anyone who comes to close is like to be burned."

"Well, better be careful then, hot stuff."

"...so, how're you doing with girls?"

Didn't think he'd ask you, you ought to answer...

>Honestly, you don't talk to any girls except your mother, and your boss!
>Dodge the question, you know tons of women, the two neighbours, that coffee girl at work, Pixie...
>Blatant lies, you are a man among men, among men, and have been with enough women to make for a small African army!
>Write-In

>>35556331
>>Honestly, you don't talk to any girls except your mother, and your boss!
>>Dodge the question, you know tons of women, the two neighbours, that coffee girl at work, Pixie...
>>Blatant lies, you are a man among men, among men, and have been with enough women to make for a small African army!
All three
Also we need new armor

>>35556331
>Dodge the question, you know tons of women, the two neighbours, that coffee girl at work, Pixie...

>>35556331
>>Blatant lies, you are a man among men, among men, and have been with enough women to make for a small African army!
A walking Adonis we is

>>35556331
>>Dodge the question, you know tons of women, the two neighbours, that coffee girl at work, Pixie...

>>35556331
>Dodge the question, you know tons of women, the two neighbours, that coffee girl at work, Pixie...

>>35556419
>>35556395
>>35556366
>Pixie
>Not a guy and/or underage in real life
Ok

>>35556331
>Dodge the question, you know tons of women, the two neighbours, that coffee girl at work, Pixie...
Uhhhhhh.

Yeah, I guess you've got us there, bird.

>>35556566
She's paralyzed

>>35556584
And now we took a dark turn
You're probably right though

This could become a character trait though, the MC is strange but he can be a really fucking good detective, like figuring out the real lives of people he knew online through simple interaction

"I knoooow plenty of women. I spent a long evening with my boss a few weeks ago, and the coffee girl always brings hot coffee, if you know what I mean. Why, the girl that lives next door to me is speechless when I'm around!" Smooth sailing Aster, there is no possible way this could go wrong.

"Oh wow, I didn't expect that of you." Raven looks impressed, you're like a cool older brother--now you just need a motorcycle, a pack of smokes, and to disappear for five or so years.

"I pretty much almost went on a sort-of-date with this girl not too long ago. Just earlier today her friend was shaking her rump at me!" Hopefully Pixie doesn't hear you. Raven looks awestruck by you, and there is no possible way this will ever come back to get you. No possible way. You continue to tell your technically true stories to Raven all the way back to the lake...

Raven's respect for you has gone up, your respect for yourself has gone down. But what's important is that you have a new hat and the moles won't be bothering the settlement efforts. The plains are dyed redder than before underneath the afternoon glare, and the foundations for 'Humbert's Fishing Hole' has been laid out nicely.

"Oooh, you lot did it then? The moles won't be a problem?"

"We cleared it out boss, killed their father and bombed their homes."

"I'm still not sure that was a nice thing to do," Pixie says, responding to Mordakka's choice of words.

"Well, just so you can feel a little better about all this..." Humbert wiggles his fingers at the air, likely going through his inventory. He pulls out some non-descript bags, and hands one each to you, Raven and Pixie. You open it up to find...

>[Fishing Outfit] It does nothing!
>[Fishing Rod] It catches fish! Mostly it does nothing!

"I think you can leave the rest of the work to me and the boys," Humbert says, patting Mordakka on the back, "How about you take it easy?"

>Bother Ervin & Lluthiana
>Bother Yzz
>Bother Isaac & Leah
>Write-In

>>35556829
>>Bother Ervin & Lluthiana
Ey yo faggots

>>35556829
>>Bother Ervin & Lluthiana

>>35556829
>[Fishing Rod] It catches fish! Mostly it does nothing!
It's nothing!

>>Bother Ervin & Lluthiana
It's been a while since we've had the three stooges all together.

>>35556829
>[Fishing Outfit] It does nothing!
WE ARE FASHIONABLE

>Bother Ervin & Lluthiana
BRO TIME
CHOO CHOO

>>35556829
>[Fishing Rod] It catches fish! Mostly it does nothing!
>Bother Ervin & Lluthiana

>>35556829
>>[Fishing Rod] It catches fish! Mostly it does nothing!
>Bother Ervin & Lluthiana

You part ways with Pixie and Raven for the moment, and return to the capital with your [Return Stone], sending a message out to grab the attention of your two friends...

"What do you want?" Ervin arrives first by the Granrose Cathedral where you thought fit to meet, seems you caught him at a decent enough time.

"Can't I just call to hear from my good friend?"

"No, you want something. What is it?"

"I don't want anything, I'm just checking in on you."

"I'm fine." Haven't you had this conversation already today?

"No cancer? No debts? No cursed weapons picked up from long overdrawn quest chains?"

"What're you losers up to?" Lluthiana chimes in.

"Aster decided he was gay and wants to know how we're doing."

"Well, I just had a threesome with Elman twins." Lluth puts her hand on her hips, acting triumphant.

"I'm sure they were both guys," you say.

"Just one of them."

"I meant the players."

"Ahahah... yeah, me too." Lluth doesn't meet your suspicious gaze, somehow you're not convinced. "So, what do you want?"

'Mostly I'm bored, but tell me about guilds."

"Oh, join mine! We're having a lunch next week!"

"What kind of faggots have virtual lunch gatherings?" Ervin grumbles, "if you're looking to join one, The Silver Crusade can use a Diviner... as, poorly equipped as you are." Ervin doesn't appreciate your fashion sense, the level 50 Crusader doesn't understand the plights of those who can't afford garish dragon-plate armour.

"Faggots is derogatory, we prefer the term 'Roleplayer'."

"Is that what you're teaching them in school, you creepy pedo?"

"I have nothing but pure love for my students. Also it's not pedophilia, they're high school students."

"That is absolutely pedophilia." Oh boy, looks like they're going to get into another one of those arguments...

>Discuss Ervin's raiding guild, Silver Crusade
>Discuss Lluth's roleplaying guild, The Redmane Troupe
>Ask about making your own guild
>Write-In

>>35557240
>Ask about making your own guild

>>35557240
>Discuss Lluth's roleplaying guild, The Redmane Troupe

>>35557240
>Ask about making your own guild
>The Monsterous Fists

>>35557240
>Ask about making your own guild

>>35557240
redmane

>>35557240
>Discuss Lluth's roleplaying guild, The Redmane Troupe
Not sure we'd join up, but I'm kind of curious what their deal actually is. A guild that does raids is sort of self-explanatory, but you've gotta make your own goals for RP stuff. What do these guys do while they're not grinding Perversion levels?

>Ask about making your own guild
Going into a specialized group might be interesting, but there's something to be said for the broad approach as well.

"So Ervin runs around acting like a big-shot over how many monsters he can attract to his D, what do you do, Lloyd?"

"Lluth. And we roleplay-"

"Jerk each other off," Ervin says.

"We put on shows and help equip new players-"

"Organized cyber brothels."

"We organize banquets, weddings, funeral events."

"Gossip over waifus and defile canon."

"Oh fuck off Ervin. Any ways, our goal is basically to make a community."

You're not really sure how much you are for something like that, you enjoy the community but the whole scale of things might be a bit much. Sounds like you can visit whatever event they're hosting even if you're unaffiliated. Still, it sounds like they're there to have fun, and you wouldn't mind access to a guild tailor while enjoying yourself. "What about making my own guild?" you ask.

"Christ, I invite you and Lloyd and both of you run off and do whatever... it's easy, town hall, party of five, tiny gold deposit. You have any ideas in mind what you want to do with it though?"

You give Ervin a shrug, it seemed like a good idea in your head but you don't quite have in mind what you'd do with a guild yet. You've never really been in a leadership position, or really, any position where you weren't just doing whatever everyone else was. "I don't know, I was thinking it'd be fun."

"Well, we can't really help you out much since we have our own commitments, but I'm sure you could find four friends easily. You're annoying enough." Ervin cups his chin in his hand, he gives you a smirk.

"And if you can't, I will allow you to come crying into my tender bosom!" Lluth crosses her arms under her chest, pressing them up. It's good to know where you stand with your friends.

You can leave the decision on the guild details until another day, for now, is there something else you need to talk about with these two? Something else you want to do?...

>Write-In

Wrapping up, do as you like.

>>35557611
>Write-In
We need new clothes. We still have that beginner's set, plus a crown would be nice.

>>35557680
Second this, we need new gear.
Also, delicious goo girls when.

>>35557851
Never

>>35557611
leaning more towards Ervin's guild personally
we need new gear and such, really wanna get another Slime Crown if nothing else, we should hit the Slime Duke's level to take it back for exp and loot

"Well, I'll think it over a bit. Any easy way to get new clothes that don't look ridiculous?"

"You're wearing a mining helmet."

"It's fucking awesome."

"Well, try the markets I guess." Ervin gives you the location, and you set off...

The market area of the town is calmer than expected, there're plenty of stalls all over but not a whole lot of people around to browse them. Maybe it's an off-hour, maybe it's how much better dungeon drops are. You need to make a couturier friend one of these days.

"Oh, that's you isn't it, Aster?" It's Isaac, he's carrying a bag, strap on his large forearm. It's kind of a dainty look for the biggest character you've seen yet. "What're you doing?"

"I'm getting fashionable," you say in a matter-of-fact way, striking a little pose to show off your mining helmet, "you?"

"The NPCs sell material for my liquor. It's cheaper to farm but..." Isaac shrugs. "I guess I just like shopping around." You browse the market for the next little while with Isaac, it seems like you he works a simple office job, and got home not too long ago from it. You part ways shortly, after a quick round around the place making note of what outfits you could wear. Coming back to one of the stands, you decide to purchase, fitting for your class...

>A sleeveless fur-trimmed outfit, going for the wild look
>Bright chinese-style robes, you want to look regal like a diviner!
>A dark suit, it's pretty out of place for the setting but you want to look professional!
>Write-in

No crowns, but you have a feeling you'll get your chance soon. You open your menu and tap to log out, and second by second the counter goes down...
When you see a shuffling. Between two stalls and the barrels between them, a blanket hovers left and right. White feathers stick out the back side of it. The locals don't seem too concerned, but it seems to be facing right at you. You think to rip the guise off but-

>LOGGED OUT

Will count before next session.

>>35558085
>>A sleeveless fur-trimmed outfit, going for the wild look

>>35558085
>>Bright chinese-style robes, you want to look regal like a diviner!
Keep the Miners hat though

>>35558085
>>A sleeveless fur-trimmed outfit, going for the wild look
>>Bright chinese-style robes, you want to look regal like a diviner!
can we try mixing the two? Chinese robes with fur vest/trim, sorta that wild monk look
>keep working the miners hat, least til I get my crown

>>35558085
>Bright chinese-style robes, you want to look regal like a diviner!

>>35558085
>A sleeveless fur-trimmed outfit, going for the wild look
>Bright chinese-style robes, you want to look regal like a diviner!
I want our guild, if we make one, to be named the Monstrous Fists so bad

It's oveeeeer, thanks for playing.

I'd answer whatever and talk to myself about something normally but I think I'm going to go collapse, this cold is killing me. Next session whenever I can find the time to run at decent hours. I'd like to run more often but my schedule at current makes it a bitch to plan, I actually have a huge amount of free time but very little free time I can consistently count on right now. I might pick up a second quest sometime next week and run it at obscene hours in the night where half of you are asleep but I'm reliably around as a heads up, but I promise it won't interfere with this quests usual timing. Just thought it'd be fair to say that in advance so you're not bothered if you see my trip pop up in the middle of the night. If I use it.

>>35558217
Why not.

>>35558085
>A sleeveless fur-trimmed outfit, going for the wild look
>Bright chinese-style robes, you want to look regal like a diviner!
That wild monk look the anon above me said sounds cool.

>>35558325
Before you go
slime-girls when

>>35558085
>White feathers stick out the back side of it
Harpy chick from before? Finally realized she should've taken our offer to be a pet right?
>A sleeveless fur-trimmed outfit, going for the wild look
>Bright chinese-style robes, you want to look regal like a diviner!

>>35558325
wild monk look is good, thanks for running.

>>35558368
Never.

If you truly believe with all of your heart and dedicate yourself to earnestly to the discovery of your magical realm, the divine programs that be will deliver you to a land where your fetish exists. No waifuing them though.

>>35558400
Waifuing? Never! /tg/ would never do such a shameful thing! Shame on you for thinking that!

>>35558400
Waifuing, never!
Daughteruing maybe...

File: kazakhs-western-mongolia_(...).jpg (87 KB, 990x742)

87 KB JPG

>>35558217
Leaning more central asian, I guess? Mostly the same kind of design stuff in the robes, but more likely to use fur/leather.

>>35558377
If you're right, we're gonna end up looking like some kind of weird Mongol ERPer.

>>35558217
I can dig that.

As for the helmet/crown/something actually appropriate issue:
Can tailors "smith" a crown onto the helmet, just for looks? A tiny crown, attached diagonally and by mysterious redering powers.

As for something KINDA monk appropriate: those wearable bald head things. Maybe with an attachable ponytail.