>>38336999

"I mean it's not everyday I get a chance to kill cultists and fish people, now is it?"

"Well then I guess I shouldn't have bothered with apologizing then" Lily says with a sigh "say, can I ask you a question Kitty?"

"Sure, I don't really care" I say as pull my backpack over my shoulders.

"Were you ever...you know, normal?" She asks, a strange sadness in her eyes as she looks at me, as I try to avoid looking at her.

Normal...normal...what a strange question that is

What do I say?
[] Yes, I think I was
[] No
[] Lily, I was always a monster, in fact I don't see why you're trying to bother being friendly with me
[] Once, but I kind of stopped being normal once I got these cat ears
[] Does normal mean killing your own father? how about poisoning your own mother? setting a school on fire while others lay inside, unable to move or scream? do any of these sound normal to you.
[] Who cares, I'm me, and that's all that matters
[] write in
Shit wrong OP image,hahaha

>>38337005
>[] Who cares, I'm me, and that's all that matters

>>38337005
>There was a time I was once biologically normal if that's what you mean

>>38337005
>[] Does normal mean killing your own father? how about poisoning your own mother? setting a school on fire while others lay inside, unable to move or scream? do any of these sound normal to you.
>[] Who cares, I'm me, and that's all that matters

>>38337005
>I don't think so, no.

Thats a interesting question, but I don't think she ver was in any sense.
Even physically she was immune against poisons and chemicals, even if we don't know when that started.

>>38337005
> Sure. I love my sister, so i have to have been normal at some point.

>>38337062
Second

>>38337062
I doubt it, snake blooded means we were never biologically normal.

>>38337005
>>38337062
This and
>[] Who cares, I'm me, and that's all that matters

>>38337164
I kinda assumed the tolerance was something we built up through experimentation with poisons, but I can see your point.

Perhaps "physiologically mundane" is more apt.

>>38337005
>I used to think I was. It might have even been true at some point, but I couldn't say at what point I stopped being normal if it was.

>>38337005
>[] Does normal mean killing your own father? how about poisoning your own mother? setting a school on fire while others lay inside, unable to move or scream? do any of these sound normal to you.
>[] Who cares, I'm me, and that's all that matters

>>38337196
See how they told it, our poison resistance was something we were born with, likes ELi's ability to not get burned despite he fact she has no training as such. Remember they wanted to use our blood before we vamped it?

>>38337196
When the quest didn't have supernatural elements yet, that was what we thought.
But since then, we don't really know.
And Eli also having a distinctly more supernatural ability makes it likely Laylas affinity for poisons probably comes from her snake blood and not the other way around.

>>38337264
>our poison resistance was something we were born with
How exactly we got it, we don't know.
Only that we had it by the time they 'recruited' us.

>>38337005
>[] write in

> Normal? If I was ever normal, I would have been living a nice, normal life at home. As it is, my parents are dead and I am here.
> I like it here.

>>38337341
Point, but considering it was explicitly noteworthy and something not even poison teacher had, it's likely slightly unnatural like Eli's ability to not get burned badly.


>>38337376
Nice. backing.

"Who cares, I'm me, and that's all that really matters, isn't it?" I say smiling as walk out the door, mask hanging around my neck as I go "But I was human once so...yes?"

"I didn't really mean if you were always human" She says "I meant if you were always you, you"

"Mistress, do not leave your loyal servant" Mr fishy gurgles stumbling after us "I did as you asked of me, I killed him, are you not please my dead master?"

"What do you mean by that?" I ask as I turn down the hall, hearing a distant sound of groaning stone or metal as I do so, causing my ears to twitch beneath my hood.

"I mean, were you ever not a merciless killer?" She asks

"I killed my own father, Lily, I can still remember the noises he made as my creation burnt away at his insides" I say calmly as I walk along "I then started to use my own mother....as a guinea pig, causing her to waste away into a shadow of her former self, I set fire to my school, while my classmates were still inside, unable to move or screeeam for help, and I was always smiling, laughing....so what do you think?"

"Jesus, Why did you do all of that, I mean you had to have a reason right?" Lily asks

"LOOK!" I shout at her angrily "why do you care so much about me, hmm, why do you take the time out of your day to care and wonder about me, hmm?"

"I'm just curious is all" She says backing away from me "I mean we're going to be working together for awhile, aren't we, so it pays to know eachother right?"

I huff and continue walking, the dripping of water, and the slow shuffling gait of my new friend being the only noises besides distant whispers and groaning.

"I like it at the school, it's the only place I am allowed to act as myself" I say staring ahead into the darkened tunnel, as loud sloshing fills my ears.

"That's kind of tragic in a way" Lily says, her voice sounding normal for once, all traces of flirting and mocking gone.

"Mistress, what do you want of me, ask and I will serve" Mr fishy says
cont

The hall way ends, there's a door made out of rotting wood in front of us, and I can hear chanting...and flowing water.

>>38337536
What do I do?
[] How is it Tragic?
[] Ask Lily something
[] Mr fishy, I want you to pretend we're your prisoners okay?
[] try and get a peek through the cracks 1d20
[] cast a spell 1d20
[] HEY YOU FISH FUCKS!!
[] write in

Rolled 3 (1d20)

>>38337590
>[] try and get a peek through the cracks 1d20
>[] Mr fishy, I want you to pretend we're your prisoners okay?

Rolled 8 (1d20)

>>38337590
>[] try and get a peek through the cracks 1d20
>[] Mr fishy, I want you to pretend we're your prisoners okay?
do we have our gear back yet? I can't remember

Rolled 1 (1d20)

>>38337590
>[] cast a spell 1d20
>Cantrips, produce some light so our friends can see whats up
>Get Mr Fishy to head on in

Rolled 11 (1d20)

>>38337590
>[] try and get a peek through the cracks 1d20
I'm not very happy about her knowing about our father, I hope Lily has the good sense to keep her mouth shut around Eli, I would hate having to brutally murder her.

Rolled 1 (1d20)

>>38337590
>[] How is it Tragic?
>[] Ask Lily something
Well since you asked about me, I guess turnabout is fair. Were you always a succubus even as a little girl?
>[] Mr fishy, I want you to pretend we're your prisoners okay?

>>38337636
For fucks sake...

Well done anon, first fucking roll and you ruined it already, good thing it wasn't major because we don't have any coins to use.

>>38337636
>>38337655
This thread is off to a fantastic start.

>>38337655
Seriously?

Rolled 15 (1d20)

>>38337659
*Dances without regret*

Rolled 20 (1d20)

>>38337590
>[] How is it Tragic?
>[] HEY YOU FISH FUCKS!!
>[] use fish as a shield

>>38337636
>>38337655
oh wow

>>38337701
laaaaaaaaaaaaaate.

"How is it tragic?" I ask turning to face her "and since you asked about me, I guess it's all right for me to ask if you were always a succubus"

"Because, you tossed your humanity away and don't seem to care about it, Thomas had it taken away from him and all it did was make him pissed" She says "and I'm not sure, I mean I've always been able to make people do what I wanted, and so Thomas called me a succubus, don't know how right his about it, though".

"Oh" I say turning back to face the door "well I was hoping for a more interesting story than Thomas being an ass".

"Sorry, but I'm really not that interesting outside of the bedroom" Lily giggles.

<Curiosity is a poison most foul>

I walk up to the door, trying to ignore what I just heard. I press my face against one of the cracks in the door. I see a watery black eye staring at me through the crack, a toothy smile under it and grey wet looking skin around it. The thing on the other side laughs a gurgling laugh, and the door swings open, it reaching a hand through it as the door slams into the wall. It grabs me by my neck and hoists me into the air.

"Whart wer got ere?" it asks laughing as it lifts me towards its face, scratching its beard with its other hand "Wharts a pretteh lil thing lak you doing out of yer shell"

"Misstress!" Mr fishy screams

"Larwrence? whart are you doin with these, I said these MINE" the bigger fish person shouts angrily, spitting in my face as he does so.

What do I do?
[] What are you talking about, he said the masters wanted to see us? *facade of innocence*
[] What pretty eyes you have.... 1d20 to dominate his mind
[] try to bite him 1d20
[] Stab his hand 1d20
[] try to get out of his hand 1d20
[] LILY HELP ME 1d20
[] cast a spell 1d20
[] write in

Rolled 2 (1d20)

>>38337985
>[] cast a spell 1d20
>shock

Rolled 7 (1d20)

>>38337985
>[] cast a spell 1d20
shock

Rolled 10 (1d20)

>>38337985
Really hope we up strength sometime, so we can just plow a finger through someones skull.
[] Stab his hand 1d20

Rolled 7 (1d20)

>>38337985
>[] Stab his hand 1d20
>[] cast a spell 1d20
Shock.

Rolled 8, 5 = 13 (2d20)

>>38337985
>[] Stab his hand 1d20
>Lawrence, get him! 1d20

Rolled 4 (1d20)

>>38337985
[] cast a spell 1d20
zzzzzap

Rolled 2, 12 = 14 (2d20)

>>38337985
>[] cast a spell 1d20
>Lawrence, get him! 1d20

I grit my teeth and grab his arm with both of my hands, as electricity arcs from my fingers and into his flesh. He screams in pain and surprise, dropping me to the ground as he grasps his smoking arm. He turns to me, and roars angrily, and then
*Bang*
A splash of blood flies from his shoulder as Lily puts a bullet into him. He grasps it, cursing in a strange tongue as Lawrence tackles him and begins to beat his head into the ground, screaming what sounds like the same sounds the other fish man is making right now.

*thud*

The fishman kicks Lawrence of of himself and crawls away.

"HEEEELP ME, THE MEAT'S MURDERIN ME, THE MEATS MUDERIN ME, HELP ME FOR THE LOVE *gurgling noises*, HELP" He cries like a bitch.

What do I do?
[] I could go for some sushi *feed* 1d20
[] Okay, lets hide 1d20
[] Lawrence, kill him
[] Slit his throat 1d20
[] cast a spell 1d20
[] this is all your fault lily
[] Run over him 1d20
[] write in

Rolled 1 (1d20)

>>38338280
>[] Slit his throat 1d20

>>38338305
welp I'm never rolling again...

we really really really need to start getting more fucking lucky coins because it feels like we get one every 5 threads, and we need 3 in every thread which sucks ass, without actually continuously getting lucky coins to use, the system is kind of broken

Rolled 3 (1d20)

>>38338280
>[] this is all your fault lily
>[] I could go for some sushi *feed* 1d20

>>38338305
God damn it.

>>38338280
>[] Lawrence, kill him
>[] this is all your fault lily

Rolled 12 (1d20)

>>38338280
>[] I could go for some sushi *feed* 1d20

Rolled 6 (1d20)

>>38338280
>[] I could go for some sushi *feed* 1d20

Rolled 5 (1d20)

>>38338280
>[] Lawrence, kill him
>[] Run over him 1d20

>>38338335
>>38338363
>>38338365
>>38338400
Way to keep rolling after a starter critfail guys.

Our dice officially suck.

I'm going to go do other things if they're going to be like that, good luck anons.

Rolled 15 (1d20)

>>38338434
>he thinks that a subsequent critsuccess doesn't neutralise him
Point. And. Laugh.

>>38338280
>[] Lawrence, kill him
>[] Slit his throat 1d20

>>38338434
Well if we got a 20 then it could cancel the 1 out, which is our only hope seeing as we don't have and fucking coins and we never get any fucking coins.

>>38338454
>>38338459
Point was we had non roll options, and we didn't choose them. Same damn thing happened in the UMGQ boss battle and should have gotten us bad ended if not for headmaster fiating us.

>>38338280
>[] Lawrence, kill him
>[] this is all your fault lily

>>38338491
Yeah, no. I'm not so much of a faggot that I'll switch my vote to a non-dice one because the first roll was bad.

You and your principles are shameful, begone with ye I say, out! Out!

>>38338491
Dice should NEVER EVER get you bad ended, thats just terrible QM/DM'ing if you let the dice fuck things over like that.

>>38338491
>should have gotten us bad ended
I'm oh so glad you are not our QM anon, that's a terrible attitude to have to games and dice.

You know, I haven't had a bite to eat in awhile, and I'm beginning to get that terrible thirst in the back of my throat again, begging me to drink a little bit of the wonderful red stuff. I lick my lips and walk over to the fishman,grabbing his wet and faded black hair with my right hand as I begin to pull his head up slightly so I can bite his neck and get my much deserved to drink.

He roars and grabs my head with his good arm, sticking one of his thumbs into my eye. He smiles a crooked smile as he begins to press down on my eyes, causing me to yelp in pain.

What do I do?
[] bite 1d20
[] Stab 1d20
[] HELP HELP
[] Try to get his hand off my head 1d20
[] cast a spell 1d20
[] Save your mistress 1d20
[] write in

>>38338527
fine whatever.

>>38338540
>>38338572
When dice are used for combat and you double critfail then critfail twice afterwards in a boss battle? Sure should, otherwise there is literally no consequences for us losing.

Rolled 13, 11 = 24 (2d20)

>>38338603
>[] Stab 1d20
>[] Save your mistress 1d20

Rolled 11, 7 = 18 (2d20)

>>38338603
>[] bite 1d20
>[] Stab 1d20
>[] cast a spell 1d20
Shock
>[] Save your mistress 1d20

Rolled 9 (1d20)

>>38338603
>[] cast a spell 1d20
Lightning
>NOONE JABS OUT MY EYES BUT ME!

Rolled 19, 12 = 31 (2d20)

>>38338603
>cut his hand off 1d20
>[] Help your mistress 1d20

Rolled 10, 15 = 25 (2d20)

>>38338603
>[] bite 1d20
>[] Save your mistress 1d20

Rolled 15 (1d20)

>>38338603
>[] bite 1d20

Rolled 9 (1d20)

>>38338609
No it fucking shouldn't, there is no reason at all you should allow biased dice and 'random chance' to end your quest through no fault of your players, thats the worst kind of QM'ing and I'm glad HM is smarter then that.

>>38338603
>[] HELP HELP
>[] Try to get his hand off my head 1d20

Rolled 16 (1d20)

>>38338603
>[] Stab 1d20

>>38338713
So basically we can critfail an entire fight and still "win" cause we're the Mc? That's bullshit anon and you know it.

>>38338741
You realise dying isn't the only possible consequence of losing?
Especially in UMGQ.

>>38338741
You're fucking retarded if all you think there is to quests is "Win" or "Lose" and nothing else.

Also what >>38338770 said, don't be retarded anon.

>>38338770
>>38338783
Yeah Elizabeth could have gotten corrupted, which at this point would have meant bad end. Especially since the only other Magical girl who could match her would have fallen too. Amanda and Bella would have gotten their shit kicked in shortly after(one is too green and the other is glassier than a china doll) and lo and behold no mgs, bad end for the planet.

>>38338845
>Amanda and Bella would have gotten their shit kicked in shortly after(one is too green and the other is glassier than a china doll) and lo and behold no mgs, bad end for the planet.
Actually, Amanda and Bel could have gotten away, and Goblin still got four sticks to make new MGs with.

NOOO, I need that, I NEED that you slimy bastard, let go, let go, LET GO. I struggle to pry his thumb from my eye as I reach for my recently resharpened knife.


I stab forward, growling as I do so. The fishman shrieks in pain, letting go of my head as I lodge my knife into his eye with a sickening squelch, I stumble off of him, holding my eye, blinking to make sure it still works, I can still see my hand, so I guess it does.

"SAVE YOUR MISTRESS" I shout as I stumble against the wall. Lawrence smiles, and walks over to his struggling kin, grabbing my knife and twisting it around as the fishman screams in pain and stops moving, his mouth wide open.

"Fuck you fish" I pant as I grab my knife from my new friend.

"Well this is wonderful, already they know we're out" Lily sighs walking over the fishman carefully

"Eh, I've been in worse, I mean it's not like they have any guns this time" I laugh as I begin to walk down the hall way, hearing sloshing sounds and chanting and whispering once more. and gurgling, dammit.

What do I do?
[] keep walking, put on mask, and begin to laugh.
[] run into one of the nearby rooms
[] Hide under one of those weird looking banners 1d20
[]cast a spell 1d20
[] Charge 1d20
[] Write in

>>38338888
Yes they "might" have been able to escape, but them and 4 rookie mgs against Charlotte and Elizabeth, or Worse Elliote? Horrible odds. Even worse if they had the Huntsman with them.

Rolled 6 (1d20)

>>38338915
>[] keep walking, put on mask, and begin to laugh.
>[] Charge 1d20

>>38338915
>[] run into one of the nearby rooms

Rolled 2 (1d20)

>>38338915
>[] Hide under one of those weird looking banners 1d20

Rolled 7 (1d20)

>>38338915
>[] keep walking, put on mask, and begin to laugh.
[]cast a spell 1d20
hellfire Vomit
Fish bake time.
[] Charge 1d20

Rolled 6 (1d20)

>>38338915
>[] Hide under one of those weird looking banners 1d20
The roll makes me curious

>>38338915
>[] drink whats left of the fishmans blood
>[] run into one of the nearby rooms

>>38338915
>[] run into one of the nearby rooms


>>38338947
Then we wouldn't have fought them at the same time. Corrupted MGs don't work together with chaos creatures, as Charlotte proved.

>>38338915
>[] run into one of the nearby rooms
We're still missing our pet witch.

Rolled 18 (1d20)

>>38338915
>Bathe everything in helfire

>>38338915
>[] run into one of the nearby rooms

Rolled 17 (1d20)

>>38338915
[] Charge 1d20

>>38339005
>Then we wouldn't have fought them at the same time. Corrupted MGs don't work together with chaos creatures, as Charlotte proved.
Well she was going to, remember she's not smart. Eli does not have that issue. Even then two Moderate mgs against a 4 rookies, a near rookie, and Bella who would go down with one direct hit from either Charlotte or Elizabeth? The odds would be so heavily stacked against order it'd be funny.

I missed the philosophy bit, but possible outcome:

"My father was an ass, and I was alot younger, so I killed him the only way I could get away with. It felt good to see him on the floor, knowing he was dying, and when I whispered to him that I was the one who did it, I savoured the look in his eyes. I became addicted. I've liked winning, and liked watching others lose, that last look of fear and pain and loss, ever since. It was what told me I had conquered another."

>>38339220
No. Layla liked her father.

Yeah, fuck that, not dealing with those anchovie smelling shits right now. I throw open a nearby door, and walk in, holding it open long enough for Lily and the fishman to get in, before I close it behind me. I sigh and turn back around, as I hear Lily gasp and then retch in disgust.

Oh well isn't this a wonderful sight, someone's gone and decorated this room with people and somethings I don't know the name for, but they can't be good with the way they shiver and creep along through the shadows like balls of living oil and filth.

"Oh my god" Lily gasps, covering her mouth "is that a...oh I'm going to be sick, why?"

"The gods demand it" Lawrence says smiling dumbly as he stares at the skinned torso of a woman hanging from the ceiling "they were not able to accept the faith, so they were sacrificed ....should I be sacrificed then?"

<I do not want a foolish creature like you, begone>

"Lets just find Thomas and your toy, and get out of here, before we end up like this" Lily says covering her nose as I hear the fishmrn run down the hall outside, sloshing and gurgling as they go.

I peek through a crack in the door, and see that two of them are dragging the freshly killed corpse as the rest search the hallway and cell room, and since I don't hear georgy cry out in pain of death, I assume he's gone back into his cell.

What do I do?
[] Mess with the altar with the torso above it
[] Cast a spell 1d20
[] search the room 1d20
[] go out into the hallway and try to sneak down it 1d20
[] Wow, you used that one as a paintbrush
[] write in

Rolled 17 (1d20)

>>38339270
>[] Wow, you used that one as a paintbrush
>[] search the room 1d20

Rolled 3 (1d20)

>>38339270
>[] search the room 1d20

Rolled 14 (1d20)

>>38339270
>[] Wow, you used that one as a paintbrush
>[] Mess with the altar with the torso above it
>[] search the room 1d20

Rolled 16 (1d20)

>>38339270
>[] search the room 1d20
>[] Wow, you used that one as a paintbrush

>>38339220
First of all, Layla not having anything against her father, and actually liking him, was one of the first things we knew about her backstoy.
Second of all, Layla wasn't around for him dying.

Rolled 7 (1d20)

>>38339270
>[] search the room 1d20
>[] Wow, you used that one as a paintbrush

"Wow, you used that one as a paint brush" I say as I notice the headless and nearly shoulderless body of a man slumped over near the wall, that has a fresh streak of blood down it, slowly dripping and dropping to the floor, to flow into the the grate in the center of the floor.

"Actually it was Mathias" Lawrence says nodding

Lily groans and leans against the door, tears forming in her eyes before she shuts them, and covers her ears as she tries and gets as far away from the room proper as she can.

I shrug, I don't really see why she's so put off by this, I mean this is nothing compared to that little hut in the dessert, I mean there's only like two people in here and they don't even look that decayed..why am I hungry? oh just forget it, It doesn't really pay to worry about such things in a time like this. I shake my hands and begin to poke around the room, looking for something interesting, don't know what really.

I find, a meat hook in the back of the corpse on the ground, a bloodstained picture of a smiling family, a father, a mother, and a little girl. I toss it away, turning and spotting a big book on the small stone basin filled with blood and bits of flesh and skin floating in it.
I hear breathing and gurgling outside the door.

What do I do?
[] Hide 1d20 + with cat like tread
[] Grab the book
[] open the door 1d20
[]Get ready to run 1d20
[] get ready to fight 1d20
[] Steal someone's luck *add +5 to result, free action)
[] try to pretend to be a fishman and tell the other one outside you aren't here 1d20
[] cast a spell 1d20
[] write in

Rolled 11 (1d20)

>>38339623
>[] Grab the book
>[] get ready to fight 1d20

Rolled 3 (1d20)

>>38339623
>[] get ready to fight 1d20

>>38339623
[] Grab the hook
Time to go fishing.
[] Steal someone's luck *add +5 to result, free action) Theirs.

Rolled 1 (1d20)

>>38339623
>[] Grab the book
>[] get ready to fight 1d20

Rolled 12 (1d20)

>>38339623
>[] get ready to fight 1d20
[] Grab the book

Rolled 11 (1d20)

>>38339623
>[] Grab the book
>[] open the door 1d20

Rolled 17 (1d20)

>>38339623
>[] Grab the book
>[] get ready to fight 1d20

Rolled 16 (1d20)

>>38339623
>Grab the book
>Bathe them in hellfire! LET NONE LEAVE HERE ALIVE!

>>38339700
You guys know you have a x2 lucky coin still right?

Rolled 19 (1d20)

>>38339700
This fucking thread.

Rolled 7 (1d20)

>>38339623
>[] Steal someone's luck *add +5 to result, free action)
>[] get ready to fight 1d20

>>38339732
We do, yes.
I didn't think this one was that important?

But if you're already asking, maybe we should use it.

>>38339732
Does stealing luck do anything with a 1, since the one would technically be a 6 then as being the "result"?
Or would that make keeping track of overuse consequences too much of a problem?

Rolled 9 (1d20)

>>38339732
I say not to use it now. No doubt there'll be times when we're in a stickier predicament that they'll better serve us.

I grab the book, it seems like its bound with a fine weave a black, human hair. I stare at it, in a mixture of curiosity and confusion. Why hair, it makes no sense really, I mean skin, or maybe really dry flesh maybe, but hair, why use hair to bind you book of evil religion stuff? I sigh and turn around, still holding it in my hand.

"Hnn?" I hear the thing outside grunt.

Lily backs away from the door, and slips on some of the blood, and lets out a small moan of disgust as she tries to wipe it off of herself.

Oh...well shit, dammit, really not my day is it?

the door handle twists slowly and I pull my knife from its sheath. The opens up and I see a greyish blue man fish thing hunched in the door way, wearing rags and scraps of clothing as it stares at me, and looks at my hand. It's empty eyes fill with anger and hatred and it steps into the room, its clawed fingers clenched into a fist.


What do I do?
[] Jump on it, stab 1d20
[] throw the book at it, run 1d20
[] Is this yours 1d20
[] Stare into my eyes 1d20
[] Lily do the thing 1d20
[] try and bite it 1d20
[] inject it with something 1d20
[] Lawrence 1d20
[] cast a spell 1d20
[] write in

>>38339869
Well it could, but it also may hit an Allie since you aren't really trying to do it consciously

Rolled 2 (1d20)

>>38339945
>[] Lily do the thing 1d20

Rolled 20, 19 = 39 (2d20)

>>38339945
>[] Jump on it, stab 1d20
>[] Lawrence 1d20

Good to know its possible around allies whose well-being isn't that big a deal for us.

>>38339988
This.

Rolled 15, 11 = 26 (2d20)

>>38339945
>[] Jump on it, stab 1d20
>[] Lawrence 1d20

Rolled 6 (1d20)

>>38339945
>[] Jump on it, stab 1d20

Rolled 14 (1d20)

>>38339945
>[] Stare into my eyes 1d20

File: Not Today Peasant.gif (929 KB, 245x175)

929 KB GIF

>>38339988
I believe we just did pic related to it basically.....

Rolled 11 (1d20)

>>38339945
>[] Jump on it, stab 1d20

I smile, showing it my fangs. It runs at me, arms held out like it wants to give me a murderous hug. I back up a step or two, and then run at it, smiling as I leap into the air. It tries to grab me, but the surprise and force of me slamming into it knocks it off its feat and to the ground. I stare at its neck, and see a set of gills on either side of it neck, flaring and flexing as it breaths. I spin my knife around and stab the blade into its neck, right into its gills, It gasps and grabs at the knife, gurgling and gasping in pain as light, almost candy red blood streams down its neck as it tries to throw me off of it, but I leap out of the way of it's swipe, landing on the other side of it, it reaches towards me, hate in its eyes.

"Lawrence, kill the heretic would you" I say "he wanted to destroy the book"

"Bastard" Lawrence says grabbing it buy its head and dragging it into the room, Lily walking out of it, still covered in blood and looking more than a bit ill "By your will it shall be done"

I hear the sounds of screaming and fighting as lawrence and the other one fight. after a few moments the door opens, and lawrence steps out, covered in claw marks, one of his eyes closed over with a bruise. he holds my knife at and smiles weakly.

I hear the door to the cells behind us creak open, and a pale, if bloated human opens the door and looks at me with his watery blue eyes.I stare back at him and smile. Judging from his clothes, he's a janitor, of sorts.

What do I do?
[] run the opposite direction
[] Hiiiiiii
[] Lawrence
[] So, any chance you've seen a walking corpse and a little slut around here?
[] Wow, you look like shit
[] shhhh
[] I wonder how you taste
[] throw the book at him 1d20
[] write in

>>38340236
>[] So, any chance you've seen a walking corpse and a little slut around here?

>>38340236
>[] So, any chance you've seen a walking corpse and a little slut around here?
>No, a different one

>>38340236
>[] So, any chance you've seen a walking corpse and a little slut around here?
>[] Hiiiiiii
>You try to raise an alarm I will kill you and then drain you dry.

>>38340236
>[] So, any chance you've seen a walking corpse and a little slut around here?
>I bet you do it for free too

>>38340236
>[] Hiiiiiii
>[] So, any chance you've seen a walking corpse and a little slut around here?

>>38340236
>[] So, any chance you've seen a walking corpse and a little slut around here?
>No, not us stupid.

"Soooo" I say smiling as friendly as I can "have you seen a walking corpse with a hole in his head, and and a little slut anywhere around here by any chance?"

He stares at the blood stained knife in my hand, Lilly covered in blood and Lawrence covered in blood and smiling dumbly like a dog just praised.

"Okay, they don't pay me enough for this shit" He sighs pulling his hat up slightly "or at all, now that I think about it"

"SO have you or do I need to kill you?' I ask him smiling.

"Oh don't be so rude to the...man" Lily says "I mean he doesn't look that bad"

"Sorry, your not my type sweet heart" He sighs "and yes I have seen em, apparently they just can't kill the one, so they're going to summon their god or something to see if it can deal with it or...I don't know, they just really seem to hate them after he told them to and I quote "Go suck the dicks your rode in on, you future fucking fishsticks, if you stab me in the chest again I swear to go I'll skull fuck you with a godammed chair leg"

"Sounds like something Thomas would say" Lily says

"So if that's enough for you to go on, I'm going to just go back to cleaning the cells" He yawns "Also the fat one's okay, apparently my relatives were to fucking inbred retarded to check the cell rooms, dumb fucks, have fun killing them or whatever you're going to do"

"Well, that went better than expected" I say smiling happily

"Well at least he didn't try gouging your eyes out" She says "Again"

Lawrence smiles happily, waving to the janitor as he skulks away.

What do I do?
[] kill him anyways
[] Ask lawrence if there's a place where they take sacrifices
[] Cast a spell 1d20
[] Continue into main room
[] throw the book at him 1d20
[] write in

>>38340506
>[] Ask lawrence if there's a place where they take sacrifices

>>38340506
>[] Ask lawrence if there's a place where they take sacrifices
>[] Continue into main room

>>38340506
>[] Ask lawrence if there's a place where they take sacrifices

>>38340506
>[] Ask lawrence if there's a place where they take sacrifices
Its nice to find reasonable people here and there.

>>38340506
[] Ask lawrence if there's a place where they take sacrifices
Then
[] kill him anyways

No lose ends.

>>38340676
Don't be rude about it.

>>38340676
Why not make him a familiar?

>>38340506
>[] Ask lawrence if there's a place where they take sacrifices

>>38340700
Sure, just lacerate his neck real quick.

>>38340747
Don't we have, I don't think we ever got her name, the girl from the fanatics hideout, for familiar experiments?

"So, dear servant" I say turning towards the wounded man fish besides me "is there a place where they take there sacrifices?"

"Why yes, but shouldn't you know where that is already mistress?" He asks, tilting his head, his blood soaked hair falling to the side of his head as he does so.

<Have you decided that hope is a useless human thing that should does not and should no exist?>

"Well of course I do" I say glaring at him "But do you know where it is?"

"Yes I do my mistress, I didn't mean to" He says

"THEN SHOW ME" I shout at him causing him to flinch.

"Right away mistress" He says like a beaten dog as he limps down the hall way, his leg sporting a large gash down the side of it.

"Hmm, and I thought I was the only one who enjoyed using others like puppets, kitty" She says "Well lets follow the poor thing than"

"Yeah, I grow tired of this place as well, as well as all the annoying whisper" I sigh as I follow after my blood covered comrade

"The what?" She asks

"the nothing" I say.

Lawrence opens the wooden door and limps through it, I follow after him and see that we're in a cave, that seems to go down and down and down, deep into the black, inky abyss, I can hear chanting in the distance as he turns and slowly walks up the lone set of stone carved stairs in the room, making pained noises as he does so.

What do I do?
[] follow him
[] look down the big hole
[] Ooh, what's behind that door over there?
[] Do I hear the sea? and seagulls?
[] write in

>>38340863
>[] follow him
[] Do I hear the sea? and seagulls?

>>38340863
>[] Do I hear the sea? and seagulls?
>[] follow him

>>38340863
>[] follow him

>>38340863
>[] Ooh, what's behind that door over there?
>[] Do I hear the sea? and seagulls?

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>>38340863
>[] Ooh, what's behind that door over there?

>>38340863
>[] follow him
>[] Ooh, what's behind that door over there?

>>38340839
The nun? But she's effective as a vampire, there's little reason to test the familiar spell out on her.

>>38340863
>[] look down the big hole

>>38340958
>The nun?
No, the one we got on our last raid.
We locked her up together with the nun right now.

>>38340992
I've completely forgot who you mean, but even so, why not familiarise the fishman? Test it out if nothing else, we don't have to keep him if we don't like the result

>>38340992
>We locked her up together with the nun right now.
>We locked her up together with the nun
>together with the nun
We didn't think that through very well did we..........

>>38340958
We definitly have Clementines name anon.
He means the one we got when we freed Eli.

>>38341029
No, we definitly did.
Clementine deserved something nice, shes been a very good girl.

I tear my eyes away from the hole that I now realize is filled with water almost as black as ink and start to follow after my loyal hound, or fish man thing...person. yes, he's a fish man thing person now, since fish man isn't enough of a mouthful already. I hear something splash in the water behind me. Lily jogs past me and I turn around, to see nothing but a large hole filled with water.

Yeah, best not to dwell to long on that I think. As I walk higher up the stones stairs, I notice that the sides are carved like a great serpent, with eyes for scales and large spines along its back, it doesn't seem that well carved, though I guess that's because this place seems more like an entrance than a city, and I really don't want to bother with ever how many of these bastards are in the actual city of these things.

As I walk higher and higher up the stair way, I begin to hear drums and chanting. Lawrence walks through a tunnel at the top and I begin to smell sea air, I rush to follow him, and soon see the orange glow of fire. I creep as close as I can and stare in the room from behind a stalagtite....or stalagmite not sure which.

A bunch of those hood fuckers and two of the fish fucks are in a crowd, the fish fucks standing on a stage, with Thomas and Kimberly in chains. Between them is a large stone basin with some black liquid in it.

Thomas is....yes than pleased with his situation

What do i do?
[] watch
[] Put on mask and mess with them
[] Charge 1d20
[] Lawrence, they're preaching lies, kill them
[] Set book on fire, toss 1d20
[] Cast a spell 1d20
[] sneak through them 1d20
[] write in

Rolled 9 (1d20)

>>38341203
>[] sneak through them 1d20

Rolled 8 (1d20)

>>38341203
>[] Put on mask and mess with them
>[] Set book on fire, toss 1d20

Rolled 8 (1d20)

>>38341203
>[] Put on mask and mess with them
[] Set book on fire, toss 1d20

>>38341065
I think You did actually

Rolled 16 (1d20)

>>38341203
>[] sneak through them 1d20

Rolled 8 (1d20)

>>38341203
>[] Put on mask and mess with them
>[] Set book on fire, toss 1d20
Eldritch secrets of forgotten gods?
Boooring. Set something on fire and think of Eli.

Rolled 3 (1d20)

>>38341203
>[] sneak through them 1d20

Rolled 17 (1d20)

>>38341203
>[] sneak through them 1d20

"Stay here" I whisper to Lawrence and Lily, who's currently hiding behind a small rock nearby. Lawrence pouts and sits down, crossing his legs as he stares off into nothing.

I get down onto all four and begin to move towards them, carefully avoiding the sharp rocks and small puddles laying around. They don't seem to notice me as I slip past there legs and slowly creep over their feet, trying my best not to step or touch any toes as I do so.

"This intruder, this heretic has insulted our beliefs, spat upon the high priest of us pitiful landdwellers, refused to tell us how to kill him, called us cliche, and finally bit the nose and part of the face off of one of our esteemed fishers"

the crowd gasps and boos, as I stop for a second to listen.

"While this other one has done no crimes, she's also an outsider and as such no doubt planned other such crimes, no what say you, cadaver of the blighted society beyond our own?"

Thomas looks around, looking as irritated and annoyed as ever, and stands up, not carrying as the two fishmen try to force him down by stabbing there hands in his shoulders.

"I will tell you fucking nutters once again, I do not care about your little cult or any of you, but if you do not tell me where lily is, I will personally gouge out everyone of your eyes and Grrk"

Thomas stumbles and stands again as he tries to speak with a crude dagger in his neck, staring angrily at the cultist covered in fishbones who did it, before spitting in his eye. I shake my head and continue to make my through the crowd before.

I accidentally place my hand in water and recoil in shock, backing into someone else.

"huh!?" She says looking down. I stand up and look around, I had nearly made it to the podium to.

I stare into her eyes and see her reaching for something.
cont

>>38341586
The rest of the crowd turns towards me, as the head honcho stops his ranting and pulls his hood off and adjusts his glasses as Thomas begins to laugh happily.

"LAYLA?" Kimberly shouts "I knew you'd save me, and thomas said you wouldn't"

"Oh well I owe you a dollar then, also you're all fucked you dickless gilled sacks of fuck, YOU ARE FUCKED!"" Thomas screams angrily "ALL YOU, FUCKED!!!"

What do I do?
[] Hiiii
[] Bite her roll 1d2 if you wish to dominate
[] Stab her 1d20
[] Run to the podium
[] cast a spell 1d20
[] Stare into my eyes 1d20
[] Saaaay can I join your cult by any chance *lie*
[] LAWRENCE
[] write in

Rolled 1 (1d2)

>>38341636
>[] Bite her roll 1d2 if you wish to dominate

Rolled 11 (1d20)

>>38341636
>[] Hiiii
>[] cast a spell 1d20
Hellfire all the cultists

Rolled 6 (1d20)

>>38341636
>[] Run to the podium
>[] cast a spell 1d20
Hellfire vomit over the guards
>free thomas and Kimberly
>[] LAWRENCE

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Rolled 18 (1d20)

>>38341636
>[] cast a spell to make everything on fire.

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>>38341659
You know, starting to wonder why the dice gods hate Layla today

>>38341636
>[] Hiiii
>[] Run to the podium
>[] LAWRENCE

>>38341692
It was a 1d2 Hm......

Rolled 16 (1d20)

>>38341636
>[] cast a spell 1d20
>hellfire into the crowd
>[] Run to the podium

Rolled 10 (1d20)

>>38341636
[] cast a spell 1d20
Hellfire vomit.

>>38341692
it was a 1d2 Headmaster, not right dice.

>>38341692
It was a 1d2.
They don't hate us that much, its just tough love.
Maybe no enough cat puns recently.

>>38341724
Ahh, that'd explain it

I smile and stare at her, as a burning pain fills my stomach and claws it's way up my throat, forcing its way out of my mouth as I retch, covering her and a few of her friends behind her in light green flames. Screams fill the air as the flames spread, rapidly cooking the poor squirming woman on the floor, who sobs as she desperately tries to put herself out. I turn around adjusting my coat as I do so, The other cultists don't seem to happy I turned there friends into a living barbeque, and pull out ritualistic knives from their robes, that appear to be made out of obsidian, driftwood, and some bits of copper wire.

"What in the sweet name of Dagon did you just fucking do to them?" the head cultist says as he tries to carve through Thomas' neck to force him to stop laughing happily, causing his chuckles to devolve into a very disturbing gurgling whistling noise.

What do I say?
[] COME AT ME FUCKERS 1d20
[]Oh, I thought you'd like some barbeque, sorry
[] Same thing I did to these ones 1d20
[] Say, mind if I have this one? 1d20
[] HERETICS, YOU SHALL DIE TODAY!!!
[] You, tried, to, gouge, my, eyes, out, You're all going to die today
[] Say, can I have those back?
[] write in

Rolled 16 (1d20)

>>38341875
>[] Same thing I did to these ones 1d20
>[] You, tried, to, gouge, my, eyes, out, You're all going to die today
>Laugh

Rolled 3 (1d20)

>>38341875
>[]Oh, I thought you'd like some barbeque, sorry
>[] Same thing I did to these ones 1d20
>BLOLOLOLOLOLOLOL (the sounds of laughing whilst vomiting)

Rolled 14 (1d20)

>>38341875
>[] COME AT ME FUCKERS 1d20

Rolled 9 (1d20)

>>38341875

>[] Say, mind if I have this one? 1d20
>[] You, tried, to, gouge, my, eyes, out, You're all going to die today

Rolled 18 (1d20)

>>38341875
>[] Same thing I did to these ones 1d20
>[] You, tried, to, gouge, my, eyes, out, You're all going to die today
>Laugh maniacally.

Rolled 12 (1d20)

>>38341875
>[] You, tried, to, gouge, my, eyes, out, You're all going to die today
>[] COME AT ME FUCKERS 1d20

Rolled 14 (1d20)

>>38341875
>[] Same thing I did to these ones 1d20
>[]Oh, I thought you'd like some barbeque, sorry
>[] Say, can I have those back?

My tails curl up on my back, and my vision gains a green tinge to it as I smile and lick my lips.

"Same things I'm going to do to these ones" I say as I open my mouth as more fire flies from it onto two of the cultists infront of me, who begin to scream in pain as one throws off the robes, as the flames creep onto him and into his flesh, his eyes melting and burst into flames as the other begins to mutter prayers as she falls to her kness, muttering her prayers.

the cultist leader stares at me, clutching his staff close his chest, the black crystal on the top of it throbbing slightly as he stares at me

"What are you?" He asks

I pull my hood of and smile at him.

"Oh, some kind of hellcat person, or a person cat from hell" He says "what would you say fits better?"

"I don't know, what fits better, eyeless corpses, or burning corpses?" I ask him tilting my head.

"What did we do to make you so rude" He says "I mean we could work together oh mighty one"

"First off, why would I trust some one, who tried to gouge my eyes out" I say "and secondly, you have my property up there"

Kimberly smiles happily, looking overjoyed as Thomas tries to get the knife out of his neck.

"Gouge your eyes out, but I've never even seen you?" He says sounding confused.

"YOU. TRIED. TO. GOUGE. MY.EYES.OUT" I say "How else would I have been able to see Maria without them? SO you're all going to die today for taking her away from my sight"

"Holy shit you're insane" He says "You're absolutely insane, even for those from beyond the aether, you poor thing"

"Nrrr sheet" Thomas gurgles


"Brothers and Sisters, put this creature out of its misery" He says "we'll just summon a different one of its kind later, or something"

What do I say?
[] I'm human....or was human, doesn't matter
[] say, how would you folks like to live forever? Hmmmm
[] *random gibberish and laughing*
[] *cast a spell* 1d20
[] *knife fight the cultists* 1d20
[] *all together now* 3d20
[] *Ill omen* 1d20
[] write in

Rolled 7, 18, 11 = 36 (3d20)

>>38342174
>[] *knife fight the cultists* 1d20
>[] *all together now* 3d20

Rolled 9, 1, 1 = 11 (3d20)

>>38342174
>[] *random gibberish and laughing*
>[] *all together now* 3d20
>[] *knife fight the cultists* 1d20
>[] *cast a spell* 1d20
Shock

>>38342174
>[] say, how would you folks like to live forever? Hmmmm

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>>38342222
Damn

>>38342222
Jesus

>>38342174
>[] *knife fight the cultists* 1d20
>[] *all together now* 3d20
>fight your way up to Thomas and free him so he can help

>>38342222
Coin if we have to.

Rolled 15, 12, 12 = 39 (3d20)

>>38342174
>>38342250
forgot my dice
>>38342222
Damn anon.
And Lily is already not a great fighter

Rolled 10 (1d20)

>>38342174
>[] *knife fight the cultists* 1d20

>>38342261
We can't coin for others.

Rolled 7, 3, 17 = 27 (3d20)

>>38342174
>[] *knife fight the cultists* 1d20
>[] *all together now* 3d20

Rolled 9 (1d20)

>>38342174
>[] *Ill omen* 1d20

I flip my knife from its sheath and flip it around in my hand, smiling as I stare at the cultists slowing walking towards me, trying to intimidate me by chanting some gibberish, but all that does is make me giggle like the school girl I am.

"Come on Lawrence and Lilly" I shout as I stab at the nearest cultist, who blocks my strike by grabbing my knife and stabbing me in the shoulder, making me wince in pain.

"AT ONCE MISTRESS" Lawrence shouts as he rushes into the crowd, tossing around his less deformed kin like dolls, until a few of them jump on him and pull him down.

"Lawrence, I thought I told you to...well that explains why they got out so easily you idiot" The head cultist groans.

"Thomas" Lily calls from behind the rock

"Hrrrm" Thomas groans

"Remind me to get a spray bottle to tell Layla when she's being bad okay?" She says happily as she walks out, pistol and small sword in hand.

She is then stabbed in the hand by a nearby cultist, who she then shoots in the shoulder. the cultist stabbing me is distracted, so I stab him in the eye, and enjoy his screens before his three friends surround me.

"Well, at least we have a lot more outsiders to sacrifice now, right guys?" The leader says shrugging

what do I do?
[] Help Lily 1d20
[] Save Lawrence 1d20
[] Throw a throwing knife at the leader 1d20
[] Stare into my eyes 1d20
[] cast a spell 1d20
[] bite 1d20
[] Inject a cultist 1d20
[] run past them 1d20
[] dodge 1d20
[] write in

Rolled 9, 18 = 27 (2d20)

>>38342512
>[] Help Lily 1d20
>[] Save Lawrence 1d20

Rolled 19 (1d20)

>>38342512
>[] Help Lily 1d20
>[] Throw a throwing knife at the leader 1d20

Rolled 13, 9, 12 = 34 (3d20)

>>38342512
>[] Stare into my eyes 1d20
>[] Help Lily 1d20
>[] Save Lawrence 1d20

Rolled 1 (1d20)

>>38342512
>[] Stare into my eyes 1d20
>send him to help Lily
>[] Throw a throwing knife at the leader 1d20

Rolled 20 (1d20)

>>38342512
[] Help Lily 1d20
[] Save Lawrence 1d20
[] Stare into my eyes 1d20

Rolled 8 (1d20)

>>38342616
>>38342630
Anon. I don't know who you are.
But right now, I love you. I really do.

>>38342630
>>38342616
....uhm...

Rolled 16 (1d20)

>>38342512
>[] Throw a throwing knife at the leader 1d20
>[] Help Lily 1d20

>>38342653
I was the double 1 roller earlier, I sacrificed 3 neighborhood cats for that roll.

>>38342660
They cross out, we get a 19.

>>38342693
Once again proving that cats are the secret to pleasing the dice gods.

I sigh and watch for a moment as the cultist tries to pull the gun from Lily's hands.

"Yes, Yes, I cannot believe this is actually working" the cultist leader says happily, clapping his hands together as he does so.

I turn back and look at him, reaching into my pack and tossing a knife at him. He screams in pain as I dodge out of the way of the cultists' stabs and wild jabs. I guess I should save Lily, since she did seem worried about me earlier. I toss another throwing knife at the cultist she's struggling with.

I watch the robed figure fall forward like a puppet without strings as the knife vanishes into his skull.
*BANG BANG BANG*

"Ahhh, you cat bitch, why, why won't you just let your humans die...wait, you're here for my sacrifices aren't you, NO, fuck you, I...we're appeasing the old ones, not you you eldritch shit!" the cultist leader yells angrily as Thomas laughs "Kill her, all of you just try and kill her!"

The cultists shrug and begin to surround me as Lily begins to fight off the ones going after her. I see Lawrence's big hand reach up, pulping a cultist as he begins to sit up, blood flowing from his smiling mouth as he stares at me from across the room

What do I do?
[] jump over the crowd and onto the podium 1d20
[] Cast a spell 1d20
[] *Pretend to chant magic words* 1d20
[] throw more knives 1d20
[] Knife vs.....a fuckton of cultists 1d20
[]Syringe vs a cultist 1d20
[] Say something to the cultists
[] Ill omen
[] write in

Rolled 9, 11 = 20 (2d20)

>>38342901
>[] jump over the crowd and onto the podium 1d20
>[] Cast a spell 1d20
>[] Ill omen

Rolled 2 (1d20)

>>38342901
>[] Knife vs.....a fuckton of cultists 1d20
>Laugh

Rolled 5, 18, 17 = 40 (3d20)

>>38342901
>[] jump over the crowd and onto the podium 1d20
>[] *Pretend to chant magic words* 1d20
>[] Cast a spell 1d20
More fire! Eli be with us!

Rolled 20 (1d20)

>>38342901
>[] Knife vs.....a fuckton of cultists 1d20
>[] Ill omen

>>38342953
>>38342939
Multiple rolls for multiple characters only

Rolled 14 (1d20)

>>38339623
TURN KIMBERLY INTO A FAMILIAR

Rolled 2, 15, 16 = 33 (3d20)

>>38342980
Oh, yeah, I forgot.
Can we... just do the jumping and mumbojumbo without rolling then?

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>>38342973

Rolled 3 (1d20)

>>38342901
>[] Knife vs.....a fuckton of cultists 1d20
Finally some killing of shit that actually properly dies!

>>38342901
[] Cast a spell 1d20
hellfire
[] Ill omen

>>38342973
Good job!
Add coin to it!

>>38343008
I kinda regret not doing the "chant magic words thing" with that roll.
>>38342901
>>38342973
>Laugh!
Is definitly appropriate.

Rolled 4 (1d20)

>>38342901
>[] Knife vs.....a fuckton of cultists 1d20

>>38343029
Better not do Ill Omen while Lawrence and Lily are fighting, I don't want them to get killed when we already got a crit anyway.

>>38342973
Can we Lucky Coin this?

Any bets as to this being a re-enactment of Luke Valentine vs Hellsing defenders?

>>38343118
No. We shouldn't dump our only remaining coin on enhancing a crit, especially not the supercharged coin.

>>38343138
That was pretty much what our raid on the church hideout was.

>>38343174
Yeah but we used magic more this is more knife wielder moving so fast they don't know they're dead til well after the fact.

>>38343222
True.
And facing our own Integra Hellsing would be pretty neat.
But thats for another day.

>>38343243
Wouldn't that be Maria?

>>38343260
No if we're Luke Valentine, Maria is That girl with the musket. Integra would be an enemy. Once we get up To Alucard levels then yes she'd be Integra.

>>38343260
The original point was us being the enemy of Hellsing, so no.
Although you might argue she is the Integra to Laylas Alucard.
But Maria doesn't have anything in common with Integra whatsoever.

I hear sobbing and notice the cultist I traded blows with earlier is on the ground, crying as he holds his hand over the place where I stabbed him.....then it dawns on me, all of these people, are still human....they can die easily...they can die politely like they rightly should. I smile widely and begin to laugh as I pull my mask on, my distorted laugh bouncing off the walls and echoing around, making a kind of happy symphony of joy at my discovering of their mundaness.
I pull one of my throwing knives from my back pack and begin to tap my foot along with the nontune of my laugh.

"KehehehehehkKahahahahahahha" I laugh as I slowly walk towards nearest cultist, who tries to back away, to get away from the soon to be butchering slaughter, his friends pushing him forward "KRAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHA"

I run forward and stab my blade through his neck,, pulling it out, dodging a stab, paying it back with a knife to the cultist's eyes. I hear gun shots and continue to slash away at anything in robes, dodging their clumsy and slow strikes, tearing into their stomachs like bags of ....organs, okay that sounded bad, even in my head. I pull my mask down, and decide to have a little snack to appease my thirst, licking both blades, purring happily and pumping my arms once as I taste the wonderful coppery flavor again. I pull my mask back up and turn towards the other cultists.

I spin my blades around in my fingers as I step onto one of the cultists I cut down, there intestines making a squelching noise as I walk through.

"Did she just kill six people?" The cultist leader says "WHEN DID SHE DO THAT, HOLY FISH TESTICLES, MEN DO NOT DESPAIR, JUST CHANT THE HOLY WRIT AND THE BEAST WILL RETURN TO ITS REALMS"

"one, two, three, four" I say smiling as the cultists look at their leader like he's crazy.

"Fuuuuuuck that jerry, I don't want to grrk" The cultist begins before I jab my knife into his neck, sending him crumpling to the ground with a thud.
cont

>>38343296

cont
The other cultists look around, hands trembling as their friends groan in pain as or leak precious human juice all over on the dirty cave floor, or start killing eachother to win a chance to bed Lily, as she sits on a rock, smiling impishly

I lick my lips under my mask, as blood drips down my hands and sleeves.

"Krrk therrr arsss" Thomas groans as blood bubbles around the knife in his voice.

What do I do?
[] Fight me like a man Jerry
[]Slice your way to the podium 1d20
[] Cast a spell 1d20
[]Kimberly, think you can do the thing?
[] Ill omen
[] throw knives
[] syringe a cultist 1d20
[] get a bite to eat 1d20
[] Can't let the human juice go to waste
[] write in

Rolled 17 (1d20)

>>38343348
>[]Slice your way to the podium 1d20
>[] Can't let the human juice go to waste
>[] Fight me like a man Jerry

Rolled 5 (1d20)

>>38343348
>[] Can't let the human juice go to waste
>[] Cast a spell 1d20
Hellfire

Rolled 7 (1d20)

>>38343348
>[] Cast a spell 1d20
Fire, everywhar

Rolled 4 (1d20)

>>38343348
[]Slice your way to the podium 1d20
[] Can't let the human juice go to waste
[] syringe a cultist 1d20
[]Kimberly, think you can do the thing?

Rolled 9 (1d20)

>>38343348
>[] Fight me like a man Jerry
>[]Slice your way to the podium 1d20

Rolled 19 (1d20)

>>38343348
>[]Slice your way to the podium 1d20
>[] Can't let the human juice go to waste
>[]Kimberly, think you can do the thing?
>pull out that knife out of Thomas if possible

>>38343348
>[]Slice your way to the podium 1d20

>>38343348
>[]Slice your way to the podium 1d20
>[] Can't let the human juice go to waste
>[]Kimberly, think you can do the thing?
I have no idea what "the thing" is, but about time Kimberly did something here.

I begin to whistle, the mask making it sound like a screech nothing of this world can make, I then run forward, still whistling as I cut and slice into culists, calmly ducking pass their wild stabs, stabbing their arms as they do so, since that works for once. Oh this is a simply just divine feeling right here, sadly, the podium is all to close. I jump onto the podium, making a mental note to lick some of the blood from the floor if I get the chance later.

"Jerry, fight me like a man" I say pointing my dagger at him as Kimberly laughs happily along with Thomas' gurgles.

"Shit" He says looking back towards the tunnel hopefully "Shit why haven't anyone come to save us?"

I open my mouth to say something, and then I feel something strong grab my from under my arms and lift me up.

Oh right, the fish people, the other walks in front of me and stares down at me. It begins to sniff me, and tilts its head curiously, the black liquid in the basin begins to shift and stir.

What do I do?
[] Kick it 1d20
[] Stab it 1d20
[] Struggle to get free 1d20
[] Stare into it's eyes 1d20
[] Some help over here?
[] write in

Rolled 15 (1d20)

>>38343581
>[] Stare into it's eyes 1d20
>[] Some help over here?

Rolled 3 (1d20)

>>38343581
>[] Stare into it's eyes 1d20

Rolled 1 (1d20)

>>38343581
>[] Stare into it's eyes 1d20

Rolled 1 (1d20)

>>38343581
>[] Stare into it's eyes 1d20

>>38343631
>>38343639
Welp, eyes gone.

Rolled 3 (1d20)

>>38343581
>[] Stare into it's eyes 1d20
> Because you have been forsaken.

Rolled 4 (1d20)

>>38343631
>>38343639
Every. Single. Time.

Rolled 13 (1d20)

>>38343581
>[] Stare into it's eyes 1d20
>[] Some help over here?

Use the coin! Also dice hate us today.

>>38343631
>>38343639
I think NOW is the time for that lucky coin.
Definitly.
That will not end well.

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>>38343631
>>38343639
Aaaaand someone need to sacrifice some cats again.

>>38343639
I believe now is the time to use one of our coins......

>>38343707
Nah, nah. I wanna see them summon something big first.

>>38343743
Thats not really the issue, we got a double crit fail here, we might not get to 'see' them summon anything if we don't use a coin.

>>38343743
>Implying we'll still have eyes to see.

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>>38343631
>>38343639
Coin.

>>38343775
>>38343781
We've probably got echolocation too, right?

'Sides, witches can see through their familiars. We just gotta toss a spell in the direction our allies don't seem to be in, it'll be ffffiiiiiine

I stare into its black, shark like eyes, as its friend holds me into place. I...I can't...there's nothing human in there, it's just blackness, hunger, hatred...and joy. It smiles sadistically and raises a single clawed finger and slowly raises it towards my face....OH FUCK NO NO NO STOP STOP NO NONONONO STOP I NEED THAT

Use blood stained lucky coin.
[] yes (lose lucky coin)
[] No (lose 1 eye, and enter a rage)

>>38343823
[] yes (lose lucky coin)

>>38343823

How good is our regen on eyes?

>>38343823
>[] yes (lose lucky coin)

>>38343823
Will the eye grow back eventually?

>>38343823
>[] No (lose 1 eye, and enter a rage)

>>38343856
They did before when we gouged them out ourselves

>>38343823
>[] yes (lose lucky coin)

>>38343823
>>38343886
If you say so then.
>[] No (lose 1 eye, and enter a rage)

>>38343823
>[] yes (lose lucky coin)
I'd rather not lose our eye at this moment....

>>38343823
>[] yes (lose lucky coin)

>>38343960
>>38343886
>>38343856
It'd take awhile or if you don't want to wait, certain actions

>>38343978
More worried about the rage, really.
Laylas self-preservation instinct is already not the best as it is.

>>38343989
Oh well, I'd still totally opt to save the coin but it's heavily voted in the other direction so I guess we'll just avoid losing it.

I hear something fall out of my pocket and roll of the podium, the two fishmen turn to watch it roll down across the stone floor, I turn and see it's that coin that girl gave me, slowly rolling down the room, and up the small hill of dirt and stone...and down the tunnel and.

I hear a very distant almost unhearble splash.

"What?" Jerry says looking confused as me and the fishmen, who are still looking towards the tunnel.

Now's my chance to not lose and eye. I kick the one who was trying to blind me in the face as hard as I can, causing it to stumble in surprise, the other one drops me in shock.
Most of the surviving cultists have killed each other fighting over Lily, and the ones that aren't are crying for their mommies on the ground, covered in blood and dirt.

Jerry hides behind the fishman who was trying to turn me into a bloody pirate.

"Kill it, please kill it" He says holding the staff up, the fishman stiffens, nods and begins to walk towards me again.

The other begins to reach for my legs

What do I do?
[] Hey, still have your booook
[] Free Thomas 1d20
[] Feeesh? *bite out a chunk of fish man*
[] Knife vs claws 1d20
[] Cast a spell 1d20
[] push over the basin 1d20
[] write in

>>38344146
>[] Feeesh? *bite out a chunk of fish man*
>[] Hey, still have your booook
>[] Free Thomas 1d20

Rolled 17 (1d20)

>>38344146
>[] Feeesh? *bite out a chunk of fish man*
>[] Free Thomas 1d20

Rolled 14 (1d20)

>>38344146
>[] Feeesh? *bite out a chunk of fish man*
>[] Free Thomas 1d20

Rolled 13 (1d20)

>>38344175
Annnnd forgot to roll.....

Rolled 20 (1d20)

>>38344146
[] Feeesh? *bite out a chunk of fish man*
[] Hey, still have your booook
[] Free Thomas 1d20

Rolled 4 (1d20)

>>38344146
>[] Hey, still have your booook
>[] Cast a spell 1d20
Fire everywhere

Rolled 8 (1d20)

>>38344146
>[] Free Thomas 1d20
>[] Feeesh? *bite out a chunk of fish man*

>>38344213
Don't suppose we can use this?

>>38344256
It was well within roll margin and properly linked.

I just can't wait to give Maria a can of anchovies after the mission.

I tear my mask off, and let it hang loosely around my neck as my unbeating heart reminds me these things ARE part fish, and have some nice, delectable, and warm blood in their veins. I lick my teeth as my tails swish behind me. I leap at it and bite into it's neck.

It, being surprised at no longer being the big dog round here, grasp at me as I tear a large chunk of its neck out and begin to chew on it before the little and very beaten voice in the back of my head reminds me where it came from, and I spit it out as the fishman stares at me in confusion and some fear, the other one staring blankly at the chunk of his friend on the floor, covered in my spit.

I use this opportunity to cut the rope holding Thomas, who tears the nice from his neck, fire burning in his eyes as blood flows down his dark green suit. He pulls his collar up and grabs a nearby rock.

"Revenge" He groans "revenge"

"Oh my shit, Oh my shit, the revenant is free and is with its master, oh fuck me oh I knew I should've been a accountant" Jerry says backing away, before he stares in my eyes, and a black smoke flows from them and into his. He twitch for a moment as I suddenly feel a great pain fill my eyes as the scratches around them start to bleed again.

"Kill the cat" jerry says with the voice from inside my head "and bring me it's head my children"

"Of course he's possessed by an eldritch abomination" Thomas sigh tossing his rock in the air and catching it "ah well, ready to kick ass my fellow undead compatriot?"

The fish man I took a bite off runs towards me

what do I do?
[] Stab him 1d20
[] Thomas 1d20
[] ALL together now 3d20
[] Cast a spell 1d20
[] Throw the book at him 1d20
[] FUCK YOU JERRY 1d20
[] write in

Rolled 17, 6 = 23 (2d20)

>>38344454
>[] FUCK YOU JERRY 1d20
>[] Thomas 1d20

Rolled 18, 4, 20 = 42 (3d20)

>>38344454
>[] ALL together now 3d20

Rolled 7 (1d20)

>>38344454
>Cast Familiar on the possessed fish-thing

Rolled 7, 3, 3 = 13 (3d20)

>>38344454
[] ALL together now 3d20
[] Throw the book at him 1d20
[] FUCK YOU JERRY 1d20

Rolled 4 (1d20)

>>38344454
>[] FUCK YOU JERRY 1d20

Rolled 16, 12, 8 = 36 (3d20)

>>38344454
>[] ALL together now 3d20
>[] Cast a spell 1d20
>hellfire vomit
Maybe the fish taste better when properly cooked?

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>>38344488

>>38344488
adding
>hellfire vomit obviously

"Jerry, fuck you" I say smiling as Thomas beats the rock against his hand, frowning as usual.

"....You wish to procreate with my puppet?" Jerry asks.

"Nah, don't really swing that way" I say pulling the book from my back causing the fishperson to stop dead in their tracts and stare, needle like teeth seemingly frozen in a state of shock, can't really tell, fish faces are so hard to make out sometimes.

I throw the book at jerry, the fish person running to catch it. the burning comes back, tears begin to flow from my eyes as I open my mouth and vomit a stream of fire onto the fish thing, causing it to scream as it begins to burn and bite into it, it starts trying to pat it out, causing the fire to spread as I hear thomas start beating the other fish thing with his rock.

*Bang*
*Thud*

"Thomas you fucking idiot, you have a gun, use it!" Lily shouts across the room

"NO, I am pissed and you just killed my therapy you succubus whore" Thomas says smiling. I shake my head and turn back to the fishman, who's screaming and wailing in pain as the fire slowly cooks him alive.

"Your soul....what happened to it?" the jerry thing asked "twisted and broken, let still human, what kind of creature did you make yourself?"

What do I say
[] Layla fucking miller, and you should've stayed out of my head
[] A nyanpyre
[] ahhaha fuck if I know
[] Me, who's about to kill Jerry
[] Come and find out
[] write in

>>38344721
>[] ahhaha fuck if I know
>[] Me, who's about to kill Jerry

Rolled 11 (1d20)

>>38344721
"It's actually kinda funny. First I was demented and twisted and fucked up to begin with. Then I became a vampire cause, fuck, why not? Then I ate a demon. Then I started eating people's souls. I wonder if I can eat you, too...let's find out."

>>38344721
>[] Layla fucking miller, and you should've stayed out of my head
>[] ahhaha fuck if I know
>[] I'm a nyaghtmare for any who cross me. You Crossed me asshole.

>>38344721
>[] ahhaha fuck if I know
> you should've stayed out of my head

>>38344721
>[] A nyanpyre
>[] Layla fucking miller, and you should've stayed out of my head

>>38344721
>[] Layla fucking miller, and you should've stayed out of my head

>>38344788
>I was demented and twisted and fucked up to begin with
Eh, I don't think Layla would describe it like that.

>>38344797
Second