Large, dark brown eyes stare at you with obvious distrust as the two coach hands in front ready crude fire hardened spears in uncertain hands as their beasts of burden snort long and loud. Two more lean out from the sides of a rear bench, readying long bows of warped yew, each ready to draw at a moment's notice.

You gaze about the scene almost lazily, having hoped for perhaps tougher prey for your first meeting. Nevertheless, this sorry group would have to suffice.

Words in a rough tongue you couldn't even begin to comprehend greet you, rather than the arrows already nocked. The two in front shout while the two behind mutter as they scan the trees, obviously expecting more to emerge from the woodline.

More strange, unknown creatures clad in dark leathers and the heavy black capes of enormous mountain bears. Creatures hefting steel and torch with death in their wake.

You would hate to disappoint their preconceived notions.

Without so much as a word in response to their calls, you start your attack, feet kicking up clouds of white in their wake.

The two archers never had a chance to loose before your axes were upon them. Two whirling blades of old, dark steel, each so inscribed with runes that any more would have to overlap another. Each snapped forth from one of your powerful hands. The weapons sail true as they have untold times before, from your hands and those who came before you.

The first axe catches the creature on the left a moment after it began to draw its string. The arrow hopping off in a lazy arc and sticking upright in the snow. Snow that, a moment later, is steaming from the hot blood and brains now decorating it.

A pained grunt is forced from the lips of the second target as the blade embeds itself up to the haft right into its sternum with a loud, wet *thunk*. The creature manages to grab hold of the stained wood, but is dead before finding the strength to attempt anything more.

All the pair of spearmen in front can mange is a groan of dismay before you're upon them, heavy, long, two-handed axe raised high above your head before you split the first one through the shoulder and into the groin. The blade sinks with next to no resistance before the hip bone finally manages to stop it with a cracking you can feel even as you hear it. Pink flesh of little concern for a head so heavy and sharp as your rather gruesome weapon.

The second nearly levels his spear before, with a confused and dazed look, he reaches down to feel the blade of ice now lodged in his throat. The body spasms as it dies, blood spurting blue jets from the wound.

With two deft strides you climb atop the large enclosed wooden wagon and turn back toward the forest you had left moments ago. A throaty bellow rings through the trees as you blow an intricate hunting horn in victory, banging the side of your heavy axe against the carriage. The others of your group will hear that, no matter how far behind. They will hear and come quickly, the allure of loot far too strong to even hope to ignore.

You'd left them to attend to the ships while setting off on your own, the prow of the lead of the three large craft not even against the beach before you'd splashed down into waters warmer than any you'd ever known.

Hammering stakes and locking oars are far outside the concerns of a Glacierborn. Even one so young as yourself.

And to the first victor go the first and best of the spoils.

The chained, horned beasts leading the cart make a low belching noise in protest as you step past them after retrieving your throwing axes; still slick with fresh blood and a coil of brains, but they can't shy far in such harnesses.

Instead of what you assume might well be your supper for tonight, you turn your attention toward the promise of the what lies within your captured cart atop its high, iron reinforced wheels.

ok so slutty fox loli
I'm in

A quick, short chop of your heavy axe is more than enough to sheer off the pocked iron lock and you waste no time in ripping the chipped wooden door open to gaze inside.

The findings, however, are rather to your dismay.

Against one wall leans a bundle of carved wooden staves, and while ornate, none appear to hide any gold or nestle any stones.

Against the others are simple sacks of woven twine.

And in the center rests an imposing cauldron of charred black metal, likely what had weighed down the entire cart. To your annoyance, even it is empty. No obvious gold, no chests of gems. Naught but cheap sacks and an iron cooking pot too large to begin to bother with, were it even worth the effort.

Not exactly the pile of treasure you'd been hoping to wrest free and take for yourself. Though you keep in mind that such a find would likely have been better guarded.

Sack after sack you toss out into the snow, intending to open them once outside. You think for a moment of tossing out the cauldron as well, but upon searching for anything hidden underneath, you decide it isn't worth the effort. Nor are the carved sticks, which wouldn't fetch enough coin to make carrying them more than a fruitless chore.

Tearing open the first sack yield only a stream of grain, yellow and orange kernels scattering before disappearing into the snow underneath. New to you, these strange seeds, but hardly interesting beyond their possibility as a side dish.

Another sack, marked with a burnt on image of a stag, is hardly more interesting. Its contents of dark black acorns hardly worth your time.

Sack after sack yield the same results. Fruits and grains. Nuts and berries. Nothing worth more than a passing glance as you're hardly hungry.

>>35654335
Get up early, Papa thread yesss. Also Dat tail action

It isn't until you get to the last sack that your interest is, at last, perked.

As your hand closes around the burlap, ready to rip it open, the bag does something most interesting.

It squirms away from your touch with a muffled noise from within.

You take another step forward and the bag shuffles back slightly in response.

Though it doesn't even take a modicum of your power to simply freeze the bottom of the bag hard to the brick underneath, rendering its escape unlikely.

Another step and again the bag attempts to retreat, before finding itself stuck fast.

Another step.

The bag begins to quiver.

In one fast, fluid motion, you split open the side of the bag with one hand. At the same time diving in with your other and grabbing hold of something smooth and wriggling before wrenching it free from the burlap and lifting it high above the snow to investigate what you hope to be more interesting than yet more food.

Rather than anything overtly edible, you find something quite different that had been stowed away in that particular sack.

A flailing, struggling creature. One you have held aloft by her thin ankle, held high above the snow.
The creature protests as loud as she can through the gag, while at the same time attempting to hold her clothing down with two fettered hands, lest it obey gravity.

You shake her slightly, eliciting an even louder response of muffled shrieks and angry growls.

Though you aren't completely unaware as to what she likely is, you have never seen one in flesh or on parchment. Only heard the stories from old crones and old raiders well into their cups.

Reaching with your other hand, you grasp it firmly around the single, bushy golden tail swishing anxiously side to side behind her.

If not for the manacles and chains about her legs, she might well have succeeded in kicking you. Her blue-green eyes wide with terror and her fanged mouth biting out a few words of a tongue you don't know past the strap gag of thick leather.

Before you can investigate further, however, you hear a noise from a ways off, around the bend of the road. The telltale crunch of movement against fresh snow. Not the leather soles of you and yours, but something harder and a good deal faster.

You watch though the thicket of frozen trees until you spot movement through their rigid branches, one hand still clasped around the ankle of the small, struggling fox creature.

Though you've heard stories of them enveloping entire villages in a strange, blue fire, no such spell has shown itself thus far. Indeed it would seem to you that whatever is coming is of more pressing concern.

Finally rounding the bend, galloping hard across the cold covered road, is yet another creature new to you.

It stands tall, taller even than you. Running hard upon four powerful, hoofed legs. Its upper body resembles your own, though this one is clad in shimmering plate armor that reflects the noon sun with a golden hue. Behind it follows another of its kind, though this one not so gallantly armored and carrying a far less impressive looking lance than the twenty foot steel tipped spike of the lead runner.

As the pair rear up to a hard stop some fifty yards from you, the leader raises the visor of his full helm and eyes of amber meet the pale blue of your own.

>field too long
>field too long
>field too long

A fervor of strange words it belts out at you, directing here and there with its lance. Once toward the four fresh corpses, again to the scattered contents of the many sacks, at the ripped open wagon, before finally resting on the flailing creature in your hand.

Again the plate clad beast speaks, yet more words you understand nothing of.

However the intent is clear enough when it utters what you surmise to be a curse, before lowering the pointed visor of its helm and tucking the lance into the pit of its right arm while raising a gleaming shield patterned with blue floral marks in its left.

This you understand.

[ ] Double throwing axes

[ ] Frozen throwing axe

[ ] Ice spear

[ ] Other

And this concludes the prewriting dump.

>>35654678
>[ ] Frozen throwing axe

this is a secret cumslut quest right?

>>35654678
>[ ] Ice spear
Centaur fight! Sweet!

>>35654678
>[ ] Double throwing axes
Good for hacking good for throwing.

>>35654678
>[ ] Other
Ice Boomerang

>>35654678
>[x] Frozen throwing axe

>>35654678
[ ] Ice spear

>>35654742
>>35654678
Hope we are throwing at their legs.

>>35654706
Lewd
Yes

Dropping the girl rather unceremoniously into the snow, you reach back over your right shoulder and pull the throwing axe from its sheath of fresh ice.

Only this time you don't simply send it forth.

Instead, bending just enough, you let the blade sink into the fresh snow underneath. As you do, you let out your breath in a long exhale and feel the power well from within you.

What you pull up would be unrecognizable to any who didn't know what you had just done.

A heavy head of razor sharp ice now resting atop the steel itself, runes glowing an intense azure underneath, the weapon in your hand is a far cry from mere steel.

This you hurl as the creature presses toward you, gaining more and more speed with every long stride of those four hoofed, muscled legs.

As the attacker raises his shield to block, you ready your second throwing axe.

The first strikes his shield square with a resounding clang that echos against the trees to all sides. Caught off-guard by the weight and power of the oncoming blade, the charging beast falters before skirting wide left of you, its lance missing quite wide as your axe sinks deep into the steel and wood of the shield.

This catches you momentarily off-guard. You aren't used to facing arms and armor of such quality. That throw would have blown a lesser shield to splinters and split the man behind it to the bone.

The second charging creature forces you to dodge to the left, rolling to evade the second lance.

Already the first hoofed beast is wheeling about and leveling its lance once again, though this time its shield arms sags noticeably from the sheer weight of the axe.

Heaving the second axe yields similar result as the heavy steel head bounces off the armored legs of the more eloquently armored opponent.

A second set of charging lances.

A second rolling dodge.

Enough is enough, you ready your two handed axe.

>roll 1d20 for attack power

Rolled 11 (1d20)

>>35654875
lewd loli fox sluts. BUENO
I'm on board

Rolled 20 (1d20)

>>35654875

Rolled 13 (1d20)

>>35654875

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>>35654900
Well, this will be amusing.

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>>35654900

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>>35654900
Noice

>>35654875
>>35654896
I guess the ground an't gunna be the only thing that's covered in white stuff then...

>>35655062
$20 says it'll just be more pure loli lezbeans

>first set of rolls yielding a 20
This is not the questing I am used to.

As the more heavily armored of the two hoofed monsters spins about yet again, this time you make ready and plant your feet into the snow beneath. Feeling the worn, ancient wood of the axe haft against your rough fingers.

A heavy, runic blade older than most Frost kingdoms, your axe. As large and imposing of a weapon as you had ever seen when it had been planted firmly in your hand upon your thawing. The axe of your “birthright”. The axe carried by every Vetr before you, forged during the winter of the seven dragon kings of fable.

Perhaps your charging opponent hadn't realized he had been facing such a weapon of legend. Perhaps if he had, he may not have cared to take additional caution.

Now, as he is separated cleanly in two where his torso meets his large, lower body, it is too late for him to reconsider his folly.

The plate that had seemed so stout against your throwing axes now appears as little more than paper as the long edge of the axe cleaves through it almost effortlessly. The wiry muscle and dense bones underneath proving no more a challenge.

Blood showers over you in a wave as you complete the arc of your swing.

The beast's legs, still kicking hard, carry the lower body some hundred yards before collapsing. The upper torso lands a mere twenty or so feet behind you, sending up a plume of powdery snow from the weight of the armor.

Reaching up with your left hand, you grasp your black beard tightly and wipe the fresh, hot blood from it.

Even as you do, you watch as the second creature falters, lance still in hand but no longer thundering toward you.

It is of little surprise when it spins about to flee.

[ ] Allow it to run

[ ] Run it down and finish it off

[ ] Other

>>35655147
>[ ] Run it down and finish it off

>>35655147
>first set of rolls yielding a 20
>This is not the questing I am used to.
When I saw the roll asked for my ass clenched.

>>35655147
>[x] Run it down and finish it off

>>35655147
>[ ] Run it down and finish it off

>>35655147
>[ ] Run it den and finish it off

>>35655147
>[x] Run it down and finish it off

>>35655172
My stomach rumbled.

While it might be amusing to simply allow the creature to flee back to whence it came, spreading tales of the horror in the snow, that would cause more problems for you and your little band of raiders.

Tales such as those might well bring towns to fear. But it also called men to arms.

Calling forth your power as you break into a frenzied run, you watch as clawed hands of ice reach up from the ground, grasping and ripping at the hoofed legs in front of you. Some miss, but not enough.

The creature, cursing as it spins and draws a sword from its side, slows as it attempts to hack away the reaching tendrils of enchanted ice. For each one it cuts down, two more rise from the white to take its place.

Thus, by the time he sees you leaping toward him, axe high above your head, he has little time to react.

Though he raises his shield feebly, it proves far too little to save him.

Despite not being able to see the eyes of your soon to be felled opponent, you can hear his scream as the blade tears right through the shield, his arm, and the majority of his torso. The pained cry sputtering out as his lungs are crushed and split.

Ripping your axe free, you give the lower body of the creature a shove with a boot and it topples over to the cold ground.

Again you wipe the blood from your beard, using a bit of powdered snow in your hand to scrub as much off as you can.

It's only after you repeat this a few times that you catch a glimpse of your captured prey as she tries to slink away through the snow despite her bonds.

Her panicked eyes catch your own.

[ ] Remove her gag

[ ] Put her back in the sack

[ ] Toss her over your shoulder

[ ] Other

>>35655374
>[ ] Put her back in the sack
>[ ] Toss her over your shoulder
Collect loot. Leave!

>>35655374
>[ ] Toss her over your shoulder

>>35655374
[ ] Put her back in the sack
and then toss that over your shoulder

>>35655374
>[ ] Toss her over your shoulder

>>35655374
>[x] Toss her over your shoulder
The Viking way.

>>35655374
>[x] Other
Carry her "properly". It'll be the last thing she'd expect.

Gotta get that Stockholm syndrome going.

>>35655374
>[x] Put her back in the sack
Then shake the sack.

>>35655374
>[ ] Toss her over your shoulder
>[ ] Other
Touch Fluffy Tail

>>35655465
>Touch Fluffy Tail
Oh yes we must do this

>>35655439
This

Though she continues to squirm away from you through the snow like some sort of fluffy caterpillar, tail swishing violently, it isn't nearly fast enough to warrant trapping her with hands of ice. Instead, you're upon her in only a few moments.

She squeaks as you grab her roughly by the bonds holding her arms behind her, and thrashes madly as you lift her from the snow.

Despite the gag the large eared creature still yammers at you in a language you still don't understand. You get the feeling she knows you don't understand, but that fact doesn't shut her up.

Tossing her over your right shoulder, though mindful of the axe haft once again secured there, you're momentarily perplexed by the violence of her kicking, and decide to re-secure the bindings there as well before you continue.

Plodding your way through the still falling snow back to the cart, you reach down to the heavy leather belt on your waist and remove a steel jug secured there by a buckle.

From this you take several long swallows of a mountain apple cider, fermented long and frozen repeatedly to increase its potency. A Frost favorite. The bite of the drink feels good enough to bend your solemn lips into the twinge of a smile.

While the plunder may not have been great from this little cart, you'd ended up with the only truly worthwhile pick of the bunch.

With a bushy, fluffy tail and almost comically large ears atop a hair of extremely messy curls, this strange little creature isn't exactly unappealing. Though you wish you could comprehend her language to work out the navigational problems still plaguing the small Frost expeditionary fleet. Perhaps she can simply point at your map and work the rest out in squeaks and grumbles.

Though her continued squirming and kicking is beginning to get on your nerves.

As her tail again hits you in the face, you finally reach up with your other hand and grab it firmly around the middle, eliciting a shriek and even more thrashing. Softer than the most regal of mink fur cloak, you muse.

Now which of these sacks should you stuff her in...

That thought process, which had just landed on stuffing her into the bag marked with the antlered stag, is cut short by the shrill call of a hunting horn. You recognize that one.

With a snarl, you heave the girl lightly from your shoulder and drop her into a powdery snow drift, which kicks up around her and fills her dirty blondish hair with white crystals that shimmer in the fading sunlight.

Through the trees to your right they come, the last ones you would have preferred to meet you here first.

“Oh, if it isn't Vetr!” One of the approaching Frosts calls mockingly, “We'd thought you'd just gone off too scared to show yourself as the shit seafarer you are.”

The supremely smug look upon the little lord's face is one you would prefer to remove. Permanently, if possible.

“Looks like he stumbled into a bit of a fight. You roll yourself around in that blood to make it look like your work, Vetr? Or did one of them nick you with an arrow? Always figured you'd bleed blue.” Snorts another of the five making their way toward you.

Though as they draw closer still, you see the youngest of that sorry group fidgeting nervously.

“I don't think we should be insulting a Vetr like that...” He murmurs, before the Frost to the left of him shoves him from his feet and into the snow.

“Ahh shut up Yig. We're not in the snowlands. Nobody here gives a bleeding fuck if he's the Vetr or not.”

A few more join in agreement as the group stops some ten feet short of you, looking around the small scene.

Though not a one of them appears too interested in the scattered grain and quickly freezing corpses, each of their gazes comes to rest on the small fox behind you.

“Hoh? What's this, then?” The leader of the group, the young lord Grangir, licks his lips as he peers around you.

“Looks like he caught you a little snack, lord.” Another of the posse answers as he continues to leer.

“Eh, she's not much my taste but I haven't had a good fuck since we left the Three Gate harbor.” Grangir chuckles as he extends a hand, “Now be a good boy and give her here. We'll give her back when we're done with her.”

“But that's not right!” The youngest one protests again, “He drew first victory, by all rights the first spoil goes to...”

A hard fist across the head from another of the group sends Yig to the ground yet again.

“Shuddit, fool. Captain's still back at the boat and nobody here gives a rat fuck about your stupid code.”

[ ] Intimidation

[ ] “Fill your hands you sonovabitch”

[ ] Pick up your loli and ignore them

[ ] Other

>>35656059
>[ ] Pick up your loli and ignore them
Our property
no one elses

>>35656059
>[ ] Pick up your loli and ignore them
If they come at us, put them in their place. This is respect.

>>35656059
>[x] Pick up your loli and ignore them
Our loot.

>>35656059
>[ ] Pick up your loli and ignore them

>>35656059
>[ ] Ask what he plans to give us for our property
>[ ] Cut the fucker down once her admits he plans to steal from us

You've always got to have a good pretense for cutting a fucker down.

>>35656059
>[ ] Pick up your loli and ignore them
Get your own loot/loli! Damn thieves. First the milk in OPFOR and now the loli here. Why do you want to take everything nice from us Papa-N?

>>35656059
[x] Pick up your loli and ignore them
And if he tries anything, cut his head off and shove it down his trousers.

>>35656059
>[ ] Intimidation

No one rapes our loli

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>>35656112
>Why do you want to take everything nice from us Papa-N?
He gets his rocks off to it.

>>35656059
>[x] “Fill your hands you sonovabitch”

>>35656059
>[ ] Pick up your loli and ignore them

>>35656059
>[ ] Intimidation

If they still think it's a good idea, carve through everyone but Yig.

>>35656059
>[x] Pick up your loli and ignore them
Imtakingmyloliandleaving.jpeg

>>35656112
Too feed his hunger anon.

>>35656059
>[x] “Get five coffins ready”

>>35656059
>[ ] Pick up your loli and ignore them
When they try something, we go easy on the one with common sense.

>>35656208
>implying our loli wouldn't be buried with us.

>>35656277
>for them

You take two long steps forward in response, looming above the little lord who's head barely reaches your chest. The four around him raise their swords ever so slightly.

For a long moment, you could cut the tension with a knife. Which would surely lead to a very bloody little quarrel in this unknown woods.

Instead you spit at their feet and turning around, snag your captive from her snowy resting place and again toss her over your shoulder, this time not kicking and squirming.

Pushing one of the five aside with a hand that could palm the majority of his skull, you continue on past them, back toward where the boats had been dragged to the beach. The man might have protested more if your hand hadn't also been clutching the giant axe of yours.

Despite this, a knife comes sailing past your head when you're only perhaps a few feet beyond the group.

“Didn't you hear the lord, Vetr? Do I need to teach you some manners?” The beady eyed groupie of Grangir's smiles with a mouth absent most of his teeth.

As he draws another knife from a bandolier across his chest, an arrow catches him through the hand.

“Ffffuuuuccckkk!!!” The man howls, falling to a knee and grabbing at his palm which is now slick and leaking.

The remaining three, Yig still appearing torn, raise their swords and shout.

Though the angry battlecry quickly fades and dies as the wiry thin figure of Captain Murok comes snarling through the woods. Thin but alarmingly strong and quick for a Frost of nearly eighty two, and sharper of wit than any of the other Captains.

While he might not be the Captain in charge of the ship you had sailed here on, Murok hadn't gotten the nickname “Grindstone” for nothing. The oarsman on his ship could outrun any other in the snowlands, it was rumored, and the discipline on his ship knew no equal.

On this trip alone, one of his new crew had found themselves chained to the bow for a fortnight upon refusing an order from old Grindstone.

The old man doesn't show his age as, after drawing near enough, he puts a bony fist square into the nose of Grangir. The young lord falters before crashing down onto his back in the snow.

The others, startled, step back and again raise weapons.

“You'd best put down that steel, children, before I show you how to use it. I've been putting better men in graves before the lot of you were squirted into the pigs you call mothers.” Grindstone snarls as he wraps long, thin fingers around the well worn leather wrap of his sword hilt.

With only the briefest hesitation, Grangir's posse abides, securing weapons back in sheathes.

Groaning and grasping at his broken and bleeding nose, Grangir attempts to rise, pushing one hand against the brick underneath the snow.

The hard boot of Grindstone shoves him back into it, face-first, with Grangir cursing and howling.

“A little lord you might well be back in the snowlands,” Grindstone digs the heel of his boot into the back of the struggling lord, “But this isn't the snowlands, boy. Out here we don't follow those rules. We obey the code.”

Grindstone delivers a hard kick with the steeled toe of his boot as Grangir again attempts to rise.

“Moreover, while you might be a little lord, you forget your place. The Great Father didn't thaw one of his frozen sons so he could grovel to every petty upstart with a title. The Vetr is above the commands of king and priest.” Grindstone grabs the grumbling lord by the back of his fur cloak and hauls him upright to a sitting position.

“Unless you think yourself above the will of the Gods, in which case I'll see to it you're reeducated on the matter.” The old Captain taps the long wicked leather whip hanging from his belt.

>>35656357
So, just in case it becomes relevant in the future, what is the bare minimum of decorum we'd need to adhere to in order to eliminate young without losing any honor ourself?

>>35656566
I like this guy. I like him a lot. Can we share some drinks with him later?

>>35656566
This guy is awesome.

We are totally buying him a mead or whatever equivalent there is later.

>>35656641
Him and Yig. Honestly, I wouldn't mind taking Yig for ourself. He's got a good head about him, doesn't need to be following these jackasses.

>>35656737

Let's take him and put him in a skir.

>>35656754
The fuck's a skir.

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>>35656737
>I wouldn't mind taking Yig for ourself

Grangir opens his mouth to protest, before apparently thinking better of it. While he might consider himself one of the better swords of the raiding party, even he knows that in his current position Grindstone could skewer him in a heartbeat.

“The rest of you lot take your lord back to his boat and see to it he stays there. If I see any of you again tonight you'll be learning how to deal with arrow wounds the hard way.” The wrinkled, thin Captain scowls.

“Vetr,” He gives you a nod, “Best back to your own ship. We plan to leave on the tide. Come, I'll walk with you.”

The Vetr you might be, but even you know better than to refuse old Grindstone. Not that you have a notion to.

As the two of you plod back through the snow, the old Frost continues the conversation, almost as if speaking to himself.

“My great great great great great great great great grandfather was perhaps just a boy when the war of the waters started, you know? Left our people in a terrible state. For thousands of years we used to raid along these shores,” He gestures to the woods around you, “Until those damnable squids and cursed fish asses started their bloody war.”

Grindstone reaches down to his belt, grasps his flask firmly, and takes several long swallows before he continues.

“Now look at us. All this way west, where our oldest ancestors used to tread. Snuck right past those water suckers.” He laughs once, more of a bark, really, before spitting.

“All so we can drag a sorry lot like that with us. If the old ones could see us now, what would they make of this pitiful little party of ours?” Again he swallows from his flask.

“So long as the southern route we took stays open, we can keep raiding these shores.” You answer, “And we can plant here. The soil is rich and the winds warm.”

“You'd have never known that after you got here. Did ya have to freeze it all, Vetr?” Grindstone snorts and gestures lazily at the trees.

Truthfully, despite being the Vetr, you were still only beginning to grasp the magnitude of your own power. While most Frosts could blanket an area in some snow or freeze the ground underfoot, none other you had met could change the season for leagues in all directions.

After all, you had only thawed some six months prior from your womb within the Glacier. If the scholars were to be believed, the first Vetr in some eleven hundred years. If the singers told it true, the first in almost two thousand.

“Ach, pay it no mind.” The old Captain waves away the concern obviously showing on your face.

Despite his words, the level of excitement slowing down now, you finally get hold of your power and draw back the clutches of winter. Though the land still remains frozen without the kiss of the sun to warm it.

It is only then that Grindstone seems to take notice of the currently still prisoner hefted on your shoulder.

He takes a swig from his flask and scowls, peering closely.

“What in the nine worlds is that?” Grindstone asks between drinks.

[ ] Remove her gag

[ ] “Dinner”

[ ] “I'd hoped you would know”

[ ] Other

>>35656933
>[x] Remove her gag

>>35656933
>[ ] “I'd hoped you would know”

>>35656933
>[ ] "It's fluffy."
>[ ] “I'd hoped you would know more”

>>35656580
Single combat is a lawful means of settling disputes amongst the Frosts, should both parties agree. However Grangir is still a lord and not without allies.

>>35656933
>[x] Remove her gag
>[x] "I'd hoped you would know."

>>35656933
>[ ] Remove her gag
>[ ] “I'd hoped you would know”

>>35656933
>[ ] Remove her gag
>[ ] “I'd hoped you would know”

>>35656933
>new cock sleeve

>>35656765
My first thought was that he meant "skirt", but that would be too lewd
Way too lewd
So it must be something else.

>>35656933
[ ] “I'd hoped you would know”

"It is fluffy though."

[ ] Remove her gag

>>35656933
>[ ] "I'd hoped you would know"

>[X] “I'd hoped you would know”
>[x] Remove her gag

Nothing saying we can't do both.

>>35657005
>>35657007
no
you have to wait
it's better that way

>>35657010
>"It is fluffy though."
This, so much this

and touch fluffy tail

>>35656933
>[ ] Leave gag
>[ ] "I'd hoped you would know"

>>35656973
Second

>>35656979
Can't we just face murder him for being a dick?

>>35656979
So, what kind of a weregild would we be talking to placate his allies?

You'd have to give them the fox loli.

>>35657206
Damn, no way the rest of the playerbase would accept that.

Taking a momentary pause on your walk back to the ships, you rather lazily grab the captive around the middle.

“.....!!!!” She yelps wordlessly. At least you assume that isn't a word in her tongue.

Setting her down on the ground so she's sitting on her knees, you glacne back toward a rather bemused looking Grindstone who is still working away at his flask.

“I'm not really sure. I've heard stories, but every singer is just as much a liar as well. Whatever it is, it's fluffy.” As though to demonstrate, you reach out toward one of the captive's ears.

She quickly leans away from you, eyes narrowed and lips trying to bite out something through the gag.

Grindstone laughs with a “She'd make a fine cloak, I suppose.”

Despite her squirming, after several moments she realizes that her bonds aren't going to slip, and she appears to give up.

“Any idea?” You ask the old Captain.

Grindstone spits a yellow gob into the snow at his feet.

“I've not heard any better stories than you. Could be a fox, could be a weasel, who's to say? Who's to care?”

Despite his words, you're rather intrigued by your little captive and the things she could possibly know.

Reaching out again, this time too fast for her to move away, you take a firm handful of her hair to stop her struggling. Though she glares as your other hand draws nearer to her face, she doesn't flinch away.

Her angry stare turns to sudden confusion as you work the buckle of the gag behind her head and slowly pull the leather away. For several long moments, she seems unsure of what to do. Until you're barraged by a torrent of fast, foreign words.

“Igh zahit tahir!” She shouts loudly in a rather high voice.

Grindstone snorts once in laughter through his drink. The girl pauses, wrinkles her nose in disdain, before continuing.

“Igh yolot! Dahir velmaht yas fitu!”

The stream of nonsensical words continue until you press a finger against her lips and hold up the collar for emphasis.

>>35657206
fuck that

>>35657309
Oh for god sake, re-gag our soon to be cloak.

>>35657309
See this is why you leave the gag on. Loot is better when it can't talk.

>>35657309
>She'd make a fine cloak

Bad joke, she doesn't have enough fear for more than a hat.

>>35657371
>>35657398
nah, just make it clear she'd be a hat or loincloth if she keeps yapping

>>35657404
I suppose we could kinda drape her over our shoulders like a living, angry mantle.

>>35657404

Think he meant cock cloak

>>35657416
Never make a threat you aren't willing to make good on.

>>35657404
A nice hat is always welcomed.

>>35657422
That would be good too.

>>35657206
>Giving lolis away...
How can these words be together?

>>35657427
Never heard the term. Though if we're seriously a frost man, wouldn't she melt our icicle?

>>35657441
I'm sure if she keep yapping we make good on it. At least I would.

>>35657309
I like to imagine that whatever she's saying is in the region's equivalent of the "sware on me mum i'll rek u mate" accent

>>35657476
nah, we keep the loli intact, she's adorable and foreign

>>35657506
>she's adorable and foreign
See I read this. Then I see her acting like this;
>she's annoying and foreign
She better stop, otherwise Papas got a new hat.

>>35657506
Where there's one, there are replacements. We're a Viking, our calling is pillage, plunder, death and glory. She's our first loot, not our last.

>>35657534
nah, that young lordling we turn into a hat, the loli we keep as a pet

>>35657540
If you read the actual quest you wouldn't sound so stupid and wrong.

“Vetr.” You point at your own face before pressing the same finger to her flat chest, “You?”

Despite your complete lack of common language, her sharp little eyes don't seem to hesitate for a moment this time. Both of her ears perk up.

“Avael!” She bites sharply.

For the shortest of moments you think you've finally reached some tiny sort of understanding. Until her cheeks begin to puff up as though her lips actually have to struggle to contain the flood of words.

“Igh yolot! Zahit tahir! Veli nir tamraht! Din nir Avael yist yolot!”

Well, at least you tried.

The girl squirms and protests angrily and loudly as you stuff the gag back into her mouth and secure it once again. Her ears going from upright to again laying almost flat against her head. She screams in what you imagine must be fury as you lift her from the ground and sling her across your neck, draping her there like some sort of scarf.

“I don't think she's a fox. A featherless mockingbird, mayhaps.” Grindstone snorts before the two of you again start plodding through the still, cold snow.

There isn't much of a welcoming party waiting for you at the ships. The Captain of your own still barking orders as other Frosts scramble about to meet the demands. Grindstone's crew seem to already be done with their work, and have taken to entertaining themselves with dice and drink.

Grindstone spits into the sand of the beach.

“Ach, I'm out of drink again. Well I suppose the crew can rest but I've got maps to scour. I'll leave you to your own fate for now.” The old Captain doesn't wait for a reply as he tosses his empty flask toward one of his crew and makes his way up the plank to board his ship.

Thankfully this beach and its three ships aren't part of Grangir's two longships. You surmise he must have gone back to his cabin to lick his wounds.

>>35657705
Hmm, do we have a temporary smithy set up at this cite? We should probably get her properly collared, shackled and registered as our property before some other set of idiots tries to swipe her.

The Frost ships are unlike any you had seen at the harbor where many other races gathered for trade. Long, wide, and incredibly stout. Sporting a large sail and row of oars. On some of the larger ships, there were even several decks. Yours being one of the larger ships in the fleet that had departed from Three Gate.

Given who you were, you'd been granted a rather large quarters of your own. A room meant for a king or lord or some such. You hardly spent any of the voyage down within the bowels of the ship, however.

While you think about that, you also take a moment to watch as Grindstone's crew continue to boisterously throw dice and toss down cup after cup of whatever the cask next to them contains. Equally appealing as the animal roasting over a spit at a near fire.

Looking over you see your captive, eyes locked on the meat, drooling through her gag. Well, more than she had been before.

[ ] Try your hand at dice

[ ] Sit with Grindstone's crew and see if any of them have an idea

[ ] Head back to your cabin and attempt further communication

[ ] Other

>>35657914
>[ ] Head back to your cabin and attempt further communication
Give her some meat.

>>35657914
>[ ] Other
Get some of the meat. Use it as incentive to try and get her to talk and learn her language.
If she's good she gets some meat.

>>35657914
>[ ] Head back to your cabin and attempt further communication

Give her some 'meat'.

>>35657914
>[ ] Head back to your cabin and attempt further communication

>>35657914
>[ ] Head back to your cabin and attempt further communication

>>35657914
>[x] Head back to your cabin and attempt further communication

>>35657914
>[x] Head back to your cabin and attempt further communication
Likely with food. Perhaps if we feed her, and demonstrate that we're not going to suddenly whip right around and murderape her, she'll stop screaming.

Which would be nice.

>>35657914
>[ ] Try your hand at dice
Since I'm getting a very Conan vibe from this, we need a little gambling.

>>35657948
>>35657914
This.

>>35657914
>[x] Head back to your cabin and attempt further communication
With food.

>>35657914
seconding >>35657934
let's see how food goes with her

>[x] Head back to your cabin and attempt further communication
>[x] Grab some food

>>35657914
>>35657934
>>35657968
>>35657984
Make sure that we feed it to her by hand too, don't want her to escape.

>>35657914
>>35657948
This

>>35658018
Agreed

>>35658018
Don't feed my pet play fetish like that

>>35658053
>petplay
my nigga

>>35658069
>>35658053
>>35658018
Stop making me want this.

>>35658119
No

>>35658119
I already want it.

Put a collar on that bitch before someone else tries to.

>>35658180
And before long she'll be crawling on her hands and knees nuzzling crotches and drooling over the floor.

>>35658018
Sounds good.

>>35658018
Just imagining her licking our fingers clean is giving me a huge boner

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>>35658018
>>35658032
>>35658039
>>35658053
>>35658069
>>35658119
>>35658180
>>35658202
>>35658220
You guys are all right.

am I the only one here who wants to fuck ADULT women?

>>35658233
Of course.

>>35658233
what, you think our fox isn't an adult?

>>35658233
I just want to fuck cute things. Whether that's adult or "not", male or female.

>>35658233
OP pls go

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>>35658220
Oh, dammit.

>>35658233
Where the fuck do you think you are?

>>35658261
pf nah, Papa loves him some cute fluffy tail

>>35658233
No. But since that's clearly a lost battle I'm hoping for a random time skip sometime relatively soon.

>>35658233
No, but welcome to 4chan. Give them loli and they'll either fuck it or treat like a daughter. It's an odd bunch.

>>35658283
>>35658233
Such faggots

>>35658233
If it's cute, fuck it.

As has been /tg/ tradition for many years.

>>35658283
Why.jpg

>>35658300
Aye. Male or female, adult or not, human or not, /tg/ wishes to fuck it, as long as it is cute.

>>35658283
Hahahaha

As if the fluffy tail will age, she's probably already fully grown

>>35658252
Well, given that so far she's been described as roughly 12 years old I'd say no, she is not an adult.

>>35658323
Oh wow he thinks she's an actual child. That's hilarious.

>>35658220
>>35658202
WELL NOW

>>35658233
Play one of the other quests. Nearly all of them are filled with cocksluts.

>>35658323
If only I could laugh harder

>>35657968
But... isn't that exactly what we're going to do?

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>>35658309
Some people like plump girls. Nothing wrong with that.

>>35658309
I'm just not a fan of kids in general.

After listening to the loud growling of the stomach against the back of your head, you get an idea in your head.

A few of the crew raise their heads at your approach and several greet you with a respectful “Vetr.”

You stop just short of the chest they are currently rolling dice on, watching as the ivory skitters across the wood. One Frost shouts loudly in victory and the other surrenders a gold handled knife from his belt.

More of the crew are gathered around the cask which seems to more or less be flowing constantly at this point. One of them takes notice of you and pushing the others aside for a moment, fills a large jug which he corks and passes over to you with a nod.

You aren't sure if you'll ever get used to that. While for the most part you and many others fancy yourself as just another man of the crew, a raider and a fighter, there are many more who don't see it that way. To them, the same as the Frosts for thousands of years, a Vetr is seen as the will of the Gods made flesh. And a Vetr is fabled only to be born from the ice that first took them in times of greatest struggle.

“Can I get a haunch?” You ask the crewman currently tending the roast. The silver bearded Frost smiles before a skilled hand clutches a long knife and removes the entire left rear haunch of the boar in a few fluid movements. He places the meat into a large wooden bowl and hands it over.

“Better than salted cod, no?” He grins, and you thank him for the meat and refill his empty cup with the large jug you'd been given earlier.

At this point the drool from your captive is actually dribbling down on your chest and shoulder and any and all struggling has ceased. Instead her eyes follow the still steaming meat even as you move the haunch back and forth.

She starts in surprise when you pretend to almost drop it, her entire body quivering..

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>>35658233
where do you think you are?

>>35658359
Good thing she's not a kid

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>>35658359

>>35658339
We're in a pre-roman equivalent Britain, right? She's pretty clearly a child sacrifice.

>>35658359
>>35658323
>>35658283
>>35658233
Just imagine her as petite and naive geeze.

>>35658374
>She starts in surprise when you pretend to almost drop it, her entire body quivering..
Oh goddamn it.

>>35658374
>At this point the drool from your captive is actually dribbling down on your chest and shoulder and any and all struggling has ceased. Instead her eyes follow the still steaming meat even as you move the haunch back and forth.
>
>She starts in surprise when you pretend to almost drop it, her entire body quivering..
Goddamn so hnnnnng and dawwwww

>>35658414
She wants our meat

>>35658359
I'm right there with you and yet the fluffy tail, attitude, and DFC call.
It is a dark power.

>>35658374
Upon reading this post I felt such great regret that we'd forgotten to start butchering the centaurs. It would have been the honorable thing to do to bring food back from our hunting trip to share with our allies.

>>35658496
nah they would have been shitty gamey meet not good for eating

>>35658496
We got distracted by fluffy tail, they'll understand.
We'll bring them something nice next time.

>>35658374
If we don't have proper silverware, we may need to bite off chunks for her.

She may even need to grab them out of our mouth if our hands are full.

>>35658521
>If we don't have proper silverware
The fuck you think you are? You eat that shit with your hands like a proper goddamn Viking.

>>35658374
So, given that we'll eventually be dragging her back to the glaciers, is there any ritual or protocol for converting her into an arctic fox?

>>35658539
Exactly, so we'll bit off chunks and give them to her with our mouth

>>35658539
Can we wipe our hands on her?
get her greased up?

>>35658539
Actually, most people at that point ate with knives only. Poking a knife at her face might be risky.

It's for her own safety.

>>35658550
Why would we want to do that, she's fine as is.

But if we did want to, I bet our dick would do the trick

>>35658567
Would you wipe your hands on a dog, or a housecat? That's not how you deal with your pets.

>>35658518
>shitty gamey meat
>implying that health horse makes a poor stew

I think your overestimating the selectivity of Viking palates. We've been at sea for weeks/months, they would be happy to have variety.

>>35658593
I doubt she has enough fluff to deal with sub zero temperatures for 8+ months of the year. You want her to get the bad kind of frost bite?

>>35658661
nah we'll keep her warm, or she's a kitsune and can make her own warmth

>>35658608
Yes.
And I have.
It's not like there's no water around to wash her off in anyway.

>>35658521
We're a Viking, we have a bowl, our hands and a knife.

Despite a few quizzical glances, nobody offers a word in protest as you scale the board onto the ship you'd sailed over on. Nor does any crewman do more than stare a bit as you carry your captive past them to your own quarters.

While not perhaps quite as nice as the Captain's own chambers, nevertheless the room is quite comfortable. Several oil lamps provide ample light when suns sets through the two windows. The bed is a bit larger than practical, stuffed with soft down feathers and covered in a thick coating of furs and woven wool blankets. There is a tub for washing and even a head in place of a chamberpot.

The room could have been full of hellspawn and hungry arachne, however, and you doubt your captive would have noticed. She isn't even making an attempt at stopping her salivation now.

Before seating yourself on the bed, you set the girl so she is again sitting upright on her own knees. Though this time she doesn't seem nearly as annoyed as her frantic eyes follow the steaming meat down to where it rests on your lap.

“Do you want some of my meat?” You ask and gesture, though that wasn't likely needed to get the point across.

She nods her head repeatedly, though the ever increasing stream of drool is really all the answer you need.

Pulling a long knife from your belt, you continue to watch your captive even as you cut into the hauch. The meat practically oozes with juice, the liquid running hot down the slightly charred outside layer.

“Nnnn...” She bites at the leather gag.

Carefully placing a chunk of meat atop the point of your knife, you hold out the steaming morsel and waft it under her nose. With a shudder she leans forward, eyes closed, and with every move she makes, you move the meat ever so slightly away, out of reach.

Her eyes open and track the bite as you slowly raise it to your own lips.

“Ahhh...” She almost moans quietly.

>>35658675
That would be awesome, use her as a hug pillow.

>>35658675
>the guy literally made of ice will keep her warm
Uhhh...?

You quickly bite down and swallow the piece.

“Ahhhh!!!” She would have lept to her feet, had the bonds allowed it. Her tail thrashes quickly back and forth across the wooden floor and her ears spring up in surprise.

>>35658572
Spoons too. Don't forget your spoon, or you'll be unable to eat your soup/stew.

>>35658720
ice magic bitch, ain't gotta explain shit

>>35658732
>>35658701
Fuck.
This is making me hungry AND horny.

Thought just popped into my head

Can you imagine Brian Jacques writing foodplay?

>>35658732
Nicely done OP!

Unable to resist, you grin rather wickedly and chuckle as those big bright blue eyes seem to be completely lost as she stares up at you.

“Oh?” You pause with a second piece atop the knife, “Is this what you want?”

Again you emphasize the bite, only this time after following it for a moment, she stops to stare up at you again. Despite what you can tell is her best effort to put on a strong face, her eyes are wavering and her lips quiver slightly.

“Shh!” You again press a finger to her lips and inquire with an eyebrow.

For a moment she does nothing, until she acknowledges with a fast, short nod.

“Good.” You reach around the back of her head and once again unbuckle the gag, which you re-buckle around her neck.

“Shout like last time,” You flap your own mouth for effect, “and I'll put that back on.” You gesture with the knife toward the gag.

[ ] Be a bully. Don't feed her right away.

[ ] Don't bully. Give her the meat.

[ ] Maximum bully. Eat it all yourself and make her watch.

[ ] Other

>>35658797
I was about to say no, and then I remember the level of detail he went into for each Feast.

Yes. Yes I can, and damn you for putting that in my head for the rest of eternity. Well played anon, well played.

>>35658885
>[ ] Be a bully. Don't feed her right away.

>>35658885
>[x] Don't bully. Give her the meat.

>>35658797

A full chapter of food descriptions, maybe two lines of foodplay. Most of the descriptions being off stuff no normal person would have ever heard of.

>>35658885
>[ ] Be a bully. Don't feed her right away.

>>35658885
>[ ] Don't bully. Give her the meat.

>>35658885
>[X] Be a bully. Don't feed her right away.

>>35658885
>[ ] Don't bully. Give her the meat.

>>35658885
>[ ] Other
Slowly feed her with the meat using her hands, making sure she cleans them of the liquids we gained by doing it.

>>35658885
[ ] Don't bully. Give her the meat.

>>35658941
This
Fucking this

[ ] Don't bully. Give her the meat.

>>35658885
>[x] Other
Sort of be a bully. Take turns eating, but take our sweet time with our bites.

>>35658885
>>35658941
thisthisthis

>>35658941
Agreeing with that.
Especially the feeding with hands part

>>35658941
Guess we're going full fetish here

>>35658885
>[ ] Be a bully. Don't feed her right away.
>[ ] Reward her some with scratches when she's a good girl.

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>>35658885


why is it so hard to resist bullying cute girls?

>>35658941
THIS PLUS >>35658992
>[ ] Reward her some with scratches when she's a good girl.

>>35658885
>[ ] Be a bully. Don't feed her right away.

Always bully the loli

>>35658996
Fun things are fun.

Also tallying now.

>>35658941
>>35659004
Yesyesyesyesyesyesyes

>>35658885
>>35658941
>>35659004
Fucking yes

>>35659013
Darn.
Hope my vote >>35659014 got in

>>35659013
Shit, just my luck.

The girl nods vigorously in nonverbal agreement. Different languages you might well speak, but with the steaming hot meat involved, she isn't having any difficulty understanding. Her hungry eyes and a faint trickle of saliva belay just how badly she wants that thick juicy meat inside of her, filling her up.

This time, with a fresh strip of meat, you take the bite in your hands and lean forward, holding the tender piece mere inches from her lips as it drips hot juices down on the floor. Her hungry eyes go wide at its thickness but she opens her mouth all the same, tongue extending out ever so slightly.

“Now. Speak!” You command, hovering the bite just out of her reach.

For a moment, she appears confused.

“Igh yolot? Veli nir tamraht? Din nir Avael yist yolot?” She seems almost tentative.

“I've already heard that.” You shake your head, lean back, and drop the piece of meat into your own gullet.

“Gnnaaaahhh!?” The creature protests loudly, her tail thumping against the floor and her ears falling halfway. Her gaze is one of someone absolutely betrayed.

“Now, now, don't give me that.” You shake your head, “I've already heard that part.”

Again you make another few cuts and again you hold a piece of meat between your fingers. This one even more tender, juicy, and plump.

“Now. Speak?” You again inquire.

Large, deep blue eyes look up at you with obvious mistrust. Like a dog finally wising up to the fact that you aren't actually throwing the ball. But you can see a gleaming spark of intelligence in those same eyes.

>>35659305
>Her hungry eyes and a faint trickle of saliva belay just how badly she wants that thick juicy meat inside of her, filling her up.
Okay we are going to fuck her eventually.

>>35659361
it is only a matter of time before we smear the pork grease on our cock, and starving, she hungrily licks it up until we burst, then consumes our essence due to her hunger and to her shame.

>>35659425
And that's how we invent bacon flavored ice cream in this setting. Generations of frosts to come with thank us.

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I'm liking this quest

>>35659556
Agreed, where's the twitter?

>>35659556
At some point we'll need to wash the sweat and copious amounts of blood off.

I look forward to the misunderstandings.

>>35659575
https://twitter.com/HereticalLoveQ

“Sien avello avachi? Torres messi nivel?” She offers. This even you recognize to be a different tongue entirely. The words are sharper and a bit slower. Still words you absolutely don't understand. Still, she seems to be catching on.

Holding out the meat to her with two fingers, this time you hold your arm steady.

Her eyes remain entirely distrustful, yet she keeps glancing down at the morsel, clearly expecting you to pull it away at the last second, even as her lips finally touch it.

Just before she can nab the entire piece, however, you pull back half and swallow that yourself. Your captive licks her right canine and her stare remains rather hard despite the half-reward.

Her next set of words sound almost familiar, though you can't place them. Maybe something like what you'd overheard from a group of tough hawk-harpies before leaving the harbor? Similar, at least.

This time you let her take the full length of the meat into her mouth and she works at it hungrily. Her mistrust if not gone, substantially subsided. By the time you retract your fingers, they are coated in a sheen of saliva where once had been boar grease.

Fully caught on now, it would seem, she belts out two more distinctly different languages. Yet still neither one you can comprehend. Though again you reward her.

>>35659581
Thanks man.

>>35659575
I got you covered
https://twitter.com/HereticalLoveQ

>>35659595
No I do.

Rather sharp teeth, you notice to yourself as one of her canines scrapes across your finger as she tears at an even larger chunk of meat, like some sort of starving, crazed beast. This time, after she finishes off the piece, she stares hard up at you yet again. Her eyes seem to be searching for something in your own and the slightest of recognition flashes across hers of deep blue.

“What want? Let go Avael. Feed first.”

For a moment you're lost to absolute stunned silence. You'd started this for just a bit of fun, you'd never thought it would actually ever result in anything useful.

The girl opens her mouth with a “Ah! Ahh!”

Without a moments hesitation you shove a piping hot piece of meat in her mouth, so big her eyes open in alarm and she can barely take it all. Drool and grease stream from her lips as she struggles with the juicy meat. A mixture of surprise and elation clear across her features.

>talk/question/action

>>35659618
Why they capture Avael? You sexrifice? Fuzzy butt hat?

>>35659618
>>For a moment you're lost to absolute stunned silence. You'd started this for just a bit of fun, you'd never thought it would actually ever result in anything useful. Certainly not spelltongue.

Forgot that last part.

>>35659645
>Certainly not spelltongue.
What's spelltongue?

>>35659618
Don't release her, keep feeding her.
And making sure she cleans up too. With her tongue

>>35659618
"What was happening when I found you?"

>>35659618
"What do I want? To figure out what or who you are. Let go? No, you're mine, fair and square. Feed? If you behave."

>>35659618
"The dog can speak after all".
Assuming we can speak that language.

>>35659618
Basic who's what's and where's.

Who she, who those people we murder the fuck out of, what they wanted with her, what she's doing out here beyond being captured, where towns and shit are for loot.

>>35659690
>>35659681
>>35659676
Guys, Guys. Assuming her race is full of magical animal lolis and shotas, we team up with them. It'd give us a friendly port for raiding and trading, and magical backup that knows the area.

Then we kill the Centaurs, take their land and interbreed with the animal peoples and form a super race of adorable magic vikings.

>>35659668
>>35659618
This

>>35659681
>>35659676
>>35659682
>>35659690
Guys, guys, we feed before we talk.
Admittedly we can ask this after she's all fed

>>35659618
> "Good girl."

>>35659764
>>35659668
This
Add in some ear scratching too

>>35659778
Second

>>35659764
>>35659778
this

>>35659763
We can feed her as we ask questions. Each question gets her more food and drink. Tit for tat.

>>35659778
That seems good for now, we can ask questions after that

>>35659793
But she's DFC.

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>>35659807
Ha ha. He he. So funny is thee.

After more than a minute of her working at the meat, desperate to get it down, she finally finishes. Coughing hard and flecks of saliva and grease flying from her mouth, she looks up at you almost pleadingly.

“Too much!”

But you already have another thick strip of piping hot meat in hand, and before she can even close her mouth, you've already shoved the next piece inside. Her eyes fly open in shock and she coughs even as her teeth desperately try to chew as fast as they can. But it just isn't fast enough. Grease and drool stream from her mouth which continues to work despite half-lidded, struggling eyes.

Again she finishes, and again starts a coughing fit. This time the coughs shaking her entire small frame.

“P-please, sto...!” She doesn't even finish the word before, yet again, you've thrust another large chunk of meat between those soft, pink lips. You can see the bulge in her throat as she struggles to contain meat of that magnitude and tears welling up in the corners of her eyes.

Upon finishing that piece, she collapses against the cold wood beneath. Her eyes empty and a small pool of drool forming around her mouth.

“You... Terrible...”

“That's for yelling so damned much earlier.” You retort, before helping her back into a sitting position. This time you fill a cup from the large jug you had been given earlier. Extending it out, you allow her to drink.

Which she does for only a brief moment before her face puffs up and she wrenches back, spraying the liquid as she does.

“This not drink!” She looks at the cup in panic, “Terrible!”

>>35659938
Enough with the games, now, tell me the location of your hidden rebel base!

>>35659938
Did she seriously just waste our booze?

>>35660047
Yes, worst loli.

>>35660047
>>35660053
Force her to the floor
Make her lap it up

>>35660086
You can stop trying so hard now.

>>35659938
I'm pretty sure we didn't ask for meat rape.
But I'm enjoying it anyway

>>35660119
As am I

“It'll grow on you.”

Again you press the cup to her lips, this time forcing her to drink. While you aren't quite sure what might constitute for a proper brew wherever it is she came from, you have severe doubts it holds a candle to Grindstone's firewater.

Despite as much pouring down to splash upon her thick, light brown thighs, you can tell she's drinking it, as you're leaving no other option once you plug her nose. Too small to struggle away, she's forced to drink.

Though perhaps half the cup ended up across her lap, you're fairly confident that by the time you lower the cup, she's imbibed a good amount.

“Izzt... Izzt over?” She stares at you, teetering slightly as you again take your seat on the bed, “Youh... Youh spelltongue?”
Her eyes are entirely lost, confused, and at this point more and more resembling those of someone quite on their way to drunk.

“Yes, I speak spelltongue.”

Better than you, is what you're thinking.

“Now I'll feed you nicely if you keep answering my questions, understand?” Setting aside the boar for now, you instead reach into a leather pouch atop the windowsill and draw out a handful of dried, purple berries.

“Yesh?... *Hic*” She slurrs.

“Good. Now why did I find you inside that sack?” You ask as you pop one of the bearries into your own mouth. She watches the bearry before focusing back on your face.

>>35660161
I didn't think I'd like this anywhere near as much as I do.

So, we're all in agreement that since she's made such a mess of her clothes we ought to take them, wash her off and give her a decent tunic and furs/leathers, right?

>>35660295
Stop reading my fucking mind
But first it's getting late right? We should sleep. But she can't sleep in such dirty clothes....

>>35660295
We can hold off on getting her something new to wear until tomorrow.

Also she should be sitting in our lap at this point, it makes her ears easier to scratch.

>>35660295
yes yes yes!

>>35660305
even more yes

>>35660342
fuck yes

You're all cool people and have good taste.

“Avael captured!” She almost shouts and nearly falls over, “Pink orcs capture Avael. Want sell!”

This is amusing, but not nearly so as finding someone else who can speak spelltongue. As mysterious as it continued to be, you'd thought yourself alone in knowing such words. No Frost had understood a word of it, most chalking it up as the “language of the Gods”. For your part, you'd known it as soon as your eyes had opened, as if that knowledge had always just been there.

“Sell?” You balk and poke your captive in her belly with your foot.

“What could anyone possibly want with some small, furry creature like you? Are you good to eat or something? Were those pink orcs taking you off to a meat market?” You continue to prod at her and the more you do, the more one of her cheeks puffs out and her eyes narrow.

Still, she did answer you.

While she seems to be mulling over an answer, you extend out one of the bearries and push it against her lips. Almost absent mindedly the girl draws it in with her tongue and chews on it, looking deep in thought.

“Shweet! What is!?” She remarks, gazing in wonder at the berries clutched in your hand.

“These? Just bear berries.” You wave off the question, “You still haven't told me why you were taken. Was it for your fur? Furry butt hat?”

“Schoo rude!” The girl's tail thumps the floor and she squirms against her bonds, “Avael great sorceress! Awesome magic! Sell for spell powers!”

Her cheeks are growing more and more flushed and she's begun to sway slightly side-to-side.

>talk/question/action

I'll be in my bunk, uh, -eating-.

>>35660439
"Magic? And what is the extent of this power small creature? Surely it cannot be too impressive if you allowed yourself to be captured twice."

>>35660439
Close the door and somesuch.
Release the bindings on her legs, keep the ones on her hands.
Find applicable clothing/furs, unequip her current clothing, equip clothing/furs.

>>35660439
Why couldn't you just magic yourself out?
Make a spell if you're so great

>>35660439
Spell Powers? What spell magics you can do? Can all Furry Butt people do awesome magic?

>>35660439
>Avael great sorceress!
Pffft. Yeah right. More like furry butt hat. Not nice to lie little one.

>>35660439
I'll second >>35660490 and also wash her because she got meat juice all over her.

But do it sensually.

>>35660507
Later. We're talking about magic and furry butt hats right now.

>>35660507
>>35660490
This.

>>35660490
>>35660507
Don't release her!
Not yet anyways. The first night she needs to sleep in the bindings. That way, when she wakes up in the morning she will be sore, and thus more value the freedom that we inevitably grant her.

>>35660543
We're releasing her feet so she can stand up, not her arms.

>>35660439
Sniff her, complain that her captors let her get pretty rank, cut her clothes off, wash her off, then put her to bed.

While that's happening keep asking about her capabilities, the local political layout (good raiding targets) and find out what the hell she is (species) and where she's from anyway.

>>35660616
>>35660490
This

>>35660552
She can stand up now, she can't run or claw us with her feet.

>>35660439
Pick her up, put her in our lap, ruffle her hair and pet her some.

Keep on asking questions, ask about her magic. Then ask about the lay of the land, the different races here, who good raiding targets nearby are, so on and so forth.

Then strip her and wash her.

>>35660658
Seconding.

>>35659735
This friendly port part is really important, vikings need a good place to turn bulky stolen goods into more compact and/or useful goods to bring home. That's how Dublin got created way back when.

>>35660658
>>35660616
>>35660490
Something something something mix them together

>>35660679
No wonder Dublin's such a shit heap

>>35660679
True, but her people clearly do not value alcohol enough to be native to, well, anywhere in the British Isles.

>>35660747
No, I'm pretty sure that's because it's full of Irish.
>>35660778
Largely irrelevant to the point. We still need to set up (or co-opt) a trading outpost on this side, to maximize the value of our cargo for costly trips back home.

“Magic...? You?” You make zero effort to conceal the absolute disbelief in your voice. And though perhaps drunker than she's ever been, Avael seems to pick up on that.

The little bodied, large-eared, fluffy girl scowls.

“Avael great magic! Big fire spell!” She boasts, her anger seeming to overpower her intoxication, if only momentarily.

You snort with laughter which only seems to make your captive even more mad.

“Super big fire! Like dragon!”

Palming the top of her head you rub her hair vigorously, much to her disdain.

“Ahh! N-no touch ears!” She wriggles and manages to worm away from you, “Super rude!”

“If you're so damn good at magic, how did you manage to get captured not only once, but TWICE? The second time by opponents killed so easily it was boring?”

This time you grab her and lift her easily into your lap, where you continue to roughly rub at her hair and ears. She struggles mightily for one so small and bound. With a lot of “Rude!” and “Do not touch!” and “No more!”

“First time capture not orcs!” She finally manages to blurt, “First time by many cat! Big knives! Too fast!”

“And the second time?” You continue to drill her. Literally pressing both fists against opposite sides of her head and twisting them quickly.

“Ahh!? Second time....mmmphhhmmrrr...” She mumbles the last part. Which makes you drill her head all the harder.

“Too hungry!” The words come flying out from your increased assault, “No food! Stop bully!”

>>35660876

Let loose some of her bonds, put her down. Ask her what she was doing getting captured the first time.

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>>35660876
>Stop bully!
Never happening.

>>35660876
>Keep bully!

>>35660876
>"Super big fire! Like dragon!"

Definitely need a way to switch her elemental affinity to Ice. She could really be an asset to our people.

While you still don't entirely believe her story, especially about the extent of her magical ability, you nevertheless stop your attack and release her. Avael slides off you and squirms her way across the floor, looking very annoyed and quite angry as she glares.

“Super mean!”

“Yeah, yeah.” You snort, before standing up and approaching her. While Avael worms back as much as she can, the cabin is small and there is no room to escape.

“What exactly were you doing that warranted capturing in the first place? I'm still convinced your species tastes good and that's the reason. Speaking of, what are you, anyways?” As you ask, you pour yourself a fresh cup of the firewater and take several long gulps.

“Avael is desert fox. Proud people, good magic!”

“Big ears.” You cut in.

“Leave ears alone.” Avael scowls.

“So you're a fox, eh? You're a lot smaller than the stories let on. And you don't look very skilled with a sword...” You pour yourself a fresh cup having drained the last one.

The girl looks puzzled for a moment.

“Desert fox not sword people. Magic people. Big magic!”

“Small bodies.”

“...!” Avael appears as though she's about to argue for a moment before she concedes, “Yes, small...”

“...One tail?” You inquire even as you grab it firmly. Its sheer soft fluffyness comes as quite a surprise even having felt it before. Ludicrously fluffy, as if you could work at it all day and never find the flesh of the actual tail through all that soft fur.

Avael seems to panic, her squirming growing more desperate and violent.

“No touch tail! More tail coming, more coming!”

You finally relent and release it, though somehow feeling as though your hand is actually yearning for more. Avael has retreated back into a corner and is glowering at you. Still, though, one tail... From all the stories and songs you'd heard since your thaw, foxes were always sporting a whole nine of them, not one.

>>35661151

Show me some of your magic little one.

>>35661151
Cuddle her fluffy butt.

“So terrible!” She glowers at you and attempts to tuck her tail behind herself, blue eyes narrowed and watching you fiercely. Her face is even more flush now, either due to the activity or the alcohol. Likely both.

“You know what else is terrible? Your smell. You seriously stink now that I get a whiff.” You pinch your own nose for emphasis.

Either Avael blushes or her face is just reddening out of anger.

“No bath in whole week! Run from cats, sweat in sack, get stinky!”

Well it just so happens your humble little quarters has a large washtub all to itself. With a stone pit built in underneath to heat a bit of firewood without creating too much risk for the ship. Frosts being quite excellent at combating fire anyways.

[ ] Light it up with your flint and knife

[ ] See if you can coax her into lighting it, if she actually can

[ ] Why would she need warm water anyways?

[ ] Other

>>35661316
>[ ] Why would she need warm water anyways?

>>35661316
>[ ] Light it up with your flint and knife
She's drunk. No point in wasting time

>>35661316
>[ ] See if you can coax her into lighting it, if she actually can
Best of both worlds. She gets warm water, we get to see if she can actually magic.

>>35661316
>[ ] Light it up with your flint and knife

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>>35661316
>[x] Why would she need warm water anyways?

>>35661316
>[ ] Light it up with your flint and knife

>>35661316

Coax her into lighting it

>>35661316
>[ ] Why would she need warm water anyways?
Why does bullying small things feel so right? I'm terrible person.

>>35661316
>[ ] Light it up with your flint and knife

>>35661316
>[ ] Light it up with your flint and knife
Lets not be ungracious hosts now.

As you continue to listen to her chattering about how rude and terrible you are, you hunch down beside the tub and draw out a flint and your knife. As skilled as a Frost is at creating ice, you're not magical when it comes to fire. Not even a Vetr has any flame magic, it would seem.

Instead you get to chipping away until finally you manage to catch a bundle of kindling which you promptly coax into a small blaze before stuffing it under a few longs. The dry wood catches almost immediately.

Stepping back, you let the fire go and quickly it's crackling away almost merrily.

“What you doing?” Your captive scowls, glancing from you to the tub.

“Me? I'm not doing anything. You, on the other hand, are getting a bath.”

[ ] Forced bathing

[ ] Loosen her bonds but make sure she doesn't try to escape

[ ] Climb in yourself [fearless warrior]

[ ] Other

man, all this loli is turning me off; I came here for monstergirl booty like the original Gen A quest. instead I get chimo quest 2014

>>35661540
>[ ] Forced bathing
>[ ] Climb in yourself [fearless warrior]
This is tradition in my people! Small fox girl must bathe with warrior of gods for luck!

>>35661540
[ ] Climb in yourself [fearless warrior]

>>35661540
>[ ] Forced bathing
>>35661541
Do what I do and don't even think about it. It's called using your imagination.