>>39091673
Places I say things (like imminent threads): https://twitter.com/Predhack

The story to now: http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/archive.html?tags=Re:%20Lizard%20EX%20Quest

Character sheet (STILL NOT UPDATED): http://pastebin.com/dLa1ayJX

>>39091673
>Lizard engines are on double time now, need to not be near white bubbly death

>>39091673
>Lizard engines are on double time now, need to not be near white bubbly death

>>39091673
>Lizard engines are on double time now, need to not be near white bubbly death

>>39091673
Firing up engines 1 and 2 to full, aye aye sir.
>writing

Rolled 7 (1d8)

And someone roll me a quick d10

Rolled 4 (1d10)

>>39091933

Rolled 8 (1d10)

>>39091933

Rolled 8 (1d10)

>>39091933

>>39091914
Your brother pats your back while you catch your breath. The water has calmed, and the only sign anything went on is that there's a faint red tint to it.

"We should get going," you tell your brother.

He bobs his head in agreement. "I'll push for a while."

"I'll help."

He looks confused.

"I would rather gets away from bloody water and whatever got the snake while the getting is good,' you explain dropping into the water next to him.

He shrugs and you bother start pushing. Whether due to urgency or synergy with the lizard next to you can't tell, but the log glides through the swamp at an increased pace. The only downside is that with both of you swimming now you're essentially both pulling a double shift. After a couple hours you're forced to stop and rest. Food is divvied out and you chew on it as the log continues drifting slowly in the direction you were pushing it.

You spot a fairly oversized frog sitting on the shore about the same time he spots your log. He's fat enough he'd probably be a good meal, or alternatively a good fight. You don't have much experience fighting frogs.

>Stay still, let lizard camo do its job
>Shoot him a flinty look
>Ignore it
>Other?

Also:

>Maintain double lizard power? <tiring>
>Back to single lizard engine

>>39092101
>Shoot him a flinty look
Frogs tend to like to eat things that won't fight back

>Back to single lizard engine

>>39092101
>Back to single lizard engine
>shoot him a flint look
Can we let the current do the work and both of us stare him down?

>>39092101
>Shoot him a flinty look
>Back to single lizard engine

>>39092101
Need a d100 best of 3
We've seen the adorable face. Now let's see your war face

Rolled 86 (1d100)

>>39092220

Rolled 83 (1d100)

>>39092220

Rolled 28 (1d100)

>>39092220

>>39092220
86 83 28
>writing

>>39092310

...you said best of three, yes?

Would not the 86 be the only one counted?

>>39092400
He normally reiterates which counted for the three rolls, it makes more sense when he get alot at once

Rolled 80 (1d100)

>>39092310
Rolling for frog anal circumference.

Rolled 1 (1d4)

>>39092310
The frogs weight shifts and you get the impression it's about to try to be the second thing to bomb your log today. You're not going to have that. You turn and give the frog a hiss that reverbberates from the bottom of your longs to the deepest part of the pouch on your throat before slipping out and echoing through the swamp. Your eyes catch the frogs and it tries to flinch mid-leap and ends up falling into the water. It flounders for a moment before surfacing a few feet from you. Again your eyes meet but this time the sun is high in the sky behind your, shadow falls over the frog's face and you open your mouth, showing off your teeth and hissing again. This time low and sharp.

The hiss has no technical meaning in either the swamp language or in proper lizard, but the gist is universally clear to anything with ears.

Water splashes everywhere as the frog backpedals like it just jumped headfirst into a fire. It manages to pull itself back onto the bank and leaps off into the bushes.

You puff out a breath and resume eating. There's not time for cowardly frogs in lizard business. Your brother applauds politely from his half of the log and you blush, having forgotten he was there.

"That was great," he says with amusement, "Should have done that to the snake."

"Shutup," you say defensively, "It's your turn to push."

He sighs and looks at the water mournfully before sliding back in. There are another few hours easy travel before night falls and they pass uneventfully as the swamp passes around you. You pass the fork in the path that Rolo told you about, the one mom was more likely to use on her return trip. If she hasn't already past you you're very likely certain to run into her now.

>Hunker down for the night, time to dig.
>Maybe a different shelter tonight <specify>
>Let's just keep drifting, we've got a light, sorta
>Let's press on, whoever isn't sleeping can push
>Other?

>>39092732
>Hunker down for the night, time to dig.

>>39092732
>>Hunker down for the night, time to dig.
Diggy diggy hole!

>>39092732
>Maybe a different shelter tonight. Climb a tree.
Trees this time I'm thinking.

>>39092732
>Hunker down for the night, time to dig.

>>39092732
>>Let's just keep drifting, we've got a light, sorta

>>39092732
Drag and dwarf it, dig, and dig it
Log it, fill it, No one will it, find it
>writing

>>39092967
With the sun setting you get your brother to pull the log over so you can start digging tonight's shelter. Once you've widened the hole enough you call him over to help and the rest of the ordeal is done in short order. You take advantage of your log and wedge it into the hole of your burrow. The night is quiet from there. You fall asleep holding your cold fire stone.

Your awoken by the feeling of something tickling your nose. You hear a cute sneeze from your brother, and see he remains snoozing in the dim you light. You wait a moment and you notice the ground trembles slightly and dirt leak down from the cieling. You wait and the trembling repeats. The roof looks fairly solid. You're pretty sure it'll hold. The rumbles repeat and seem to get closer before they abruptly stop with the largest shake you've felt yet. The dirt falling from the last tremor manages to rouse your brother as he sneezes to clear his nose. He looks at you curiously and you tell him what you heard/felt.

>Let's go check it out? Might be something cool and not dangerous
>Back to sleep, it stopped
>Maybe we should get an early start since we're both up
>Other?

>>39093437
>>Let's go check it out? Might be something cool and not dangerous
Mom was supposed to be xbox huge

>>39093437
>Let's go check it out? Might be something cool and not dangerous
Sneeky peek.

lets hope it's not a bear

>>39093437
>Let's go check it out? Might be something cool and not dangerous
Might be mom, but lets be careful.

>>39093437
>>Let's go check it out? Might be something cool and not dangerous
In nature, minnows are known to cluster around sharks and goliath grouper as they are small enough to not be worth hunting by the predatory animal... chances are were safe in this situation too.

>>39093437
>>Let's go check it out? Might be something cool and not dangerous

>>39093437
Tiny lizard mystery solvers
Need 2d100 for stealth

Rolled 38, 43 = 81 (2d100)

>>39093625

Rolled 17, 67 = 84 (2d100)

>>39093625

Rolled 59, 52 = 111 (2d100)

>>39093625

Rolled 11, 78 = 89 (2d100)

>>39093625

Rolled 3, 37 = 40 (2d100)

>>39093625
What could possibly go wrong?

>>39093722
>>39093746
59,67

could be worse.

Rolled 2 (1d4)

>>39093772
Could be worse indeed
>writing

>>39093828
Lamb rolled an undeclared dice roll, everybody panic!

>>39094046
Yes. Panic. It brings me joy.

>>39094061
As quietly as you can you force the log free of the hole. After a couple seconds of fiddling you ditch your bag as too noisy, and your brother follows suit. The hole isn't going anywhere, you'll be back for your things later.

Outside it's obviously a couple hours til dawn, there's nothing immediately obvious around your hole to blame for the tremors. You snoop around with your brother, slowly exploring in the direction it came from and coming up largely empty. Your brother is the one who finally finds what you're looking for.

"Were these here when we arrived?" he asks, standing on top of a pile of good sized boulders and rocks.

Upon reflection you don't remember them. When you look closer at them they're surprisingly clean of moss and swamp dross, despite being pretty deep in the ground.

>Examine the rocks more closely
>Well that was a bust, back to sleep
>Early start, gotta find momma
>We're two days behind on bird murder, let's take them as they sleep
>Other?

>>39094189
>Early start, gotta find momma


.... it is raining boulders. No more sticking around.

>>39094189
>We're two days behind on bird murder, let's take them as they sleep

>>39094189
>>Early start, gotta find momma

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>>39094189
Let's gooo already
>writing

Rolled 6 (1d6)

For the sake of I didn't think of it, please roll a d10,

Rolled 6 (1d10)

>>39094601

Rolled 5 (1d10)

>>39094601

Rolled 2 (1d10)

>>39094601
Here we go

>>39094601
Rocks. Well that's boring. Should've just slept in. You take a moment to check the sky for more rocks. Then a paranoid thought creeps through your brain and you check every other direction. You're not sure why but for some reasons boulders falling from the sky strikes you as an omen that someone is going to die soon. Nothing is immediately apparent as dangerous but you decide it's better to be safe than sorry.

You dive back into your hole to gather your things. Your brother apparently gets the message and starts pulling the log back into the water. In short order you're back in the watery path through the swamp and on your way. You do a pair of quick shifts so that you both get an opportunity to eat and get a morning bask in, and mercifully nothing bothers you as you go.

In the middle of a though about how the swamp seems pretty unaggressive this morning you're interrupted by a strange site. Coming from the north you spot a wave of water breaking over some submerged object and steaming towards you. You quickly yell back to your brother to pull the log over but his response seems to take an eternity as the log slowly turns. You put your own tail to hurry things along but the erupting water seems to go faster as if to thwart you.

>Abandon ship, every lizard get ashore!
>Make fast the cargo and secure the engines! Brace for impact!
>PANIC
>Other?

>>39094888
>PANIC

Happening Level: it's

>>39094888
>>Make fast the cargo and secure the engines! Brace for impact!
>PANIC

>>39094888
>>Make fast the cargo and secure the engines! Brace for impact!

>>39094888
>Make fast the cargo and secure the engines! Brace for impact!

>>39094888
The captain goes down with their log!
I need 2d100

Rolled 35, 24 = 59 (2d100)

>>39095106

Rolled 66, 1 = 67 (2d100)

>>39095106
AAAND WHEN THE LIGHTS ALL GO OUT...

Rolled 18, 57 = 75 (2d100)

>>39095106

>>39095149
NO BRO

>>39095130
66 and 1

Hehehe
>writing

Rolled 50 (1d100)

>>39095170
Anal circumference roll go?

I should never roll again... or use selene dion...

>>39095170
You brace yourself and your brother against the log, but you do so too well, in fact, you feel yourself become one with the log, both body and soul... as the collision hits you stand firm... in fact one could say a bit too firm, as you are now unthinking wood.

>Reroll character

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>>39095265

>>39095265
The fucks wrong with your smut?

Was that the petrifying fetish?

You need length man, and at least some details than that

>>39095438
We got wood, we died...

>>39095170
"BRACE!" you yell, sinking you claws into the log and holding as tight as you can. You don't have time to check on your brother as the water before the wave parts to allow a gator to fly into the air. It's twice the size of the one that tried to eat you if it's an inch. It passes narrowly over the log barely missing you.

And then the water parts again. You see teeth, and scaled and eyes pass you in a blur, upsetting the water and hurling you away. You catch a glimpse of massive jaws closing on the gators tail, and then you hear a crack like a whip. Then the water fully bowls you over and throws you to shore. You manage to get your claws loose and roll free of the wreck of your log as you hit dry, for swamp values of dry, land. Your brother lands nearby looking more dazed than you.

Across the water on an island of earth in the swamp water you find sight of the gator again, it's only half the gator it was, its tail and one hindlimb gone. Standing above it is the largest lizard you've ever seen. Standing at it's full height it must be at least 10 meters high. From nose to tail it's even longer. It stands triumphant gleaming purple, gold and silver in the sunlight.

You see its dewlap expand as it pulls in air and you remember something auntie told you. You clamp your hands over your ears and try to dig face first into the loose swamp muck. You manage to get you heard into the ground and you realize that your brother was still reeling from the upset log.
[1/2]

>>39095577
Then the noise happens and you forget about anything else. Your ears explode in pain at the sheer loudness of the thing. A roar seems too tame to describe the agonizing sound that passes through earth and flesh to rattle your bones. You writhe for a minute waiting for the world to stop spinning and settle back down in the proper order. You'd settle for incorrect order even, as long as it settles. You're not sure how much time passes but your senses fall back into place and you find you managed to thrash your way back out of the ground.

Your brother lies nearby twitching. His expression blank and uncomprehending. You prod him but he fails to respond, completely out cold with his eyes open. That wasn't a thing you thought could happen. Back with the massive lizard you see she's tucked into a alligator breakfast.

Yes, she. She's got a certain set about her scales. Also, if that isn't your mother than you'll eat your hat. Which would really suck since your hat is mostly a raven skull and feathers.

What do?

>Hey
>Wait, politely. Keep an eye on bro
>Approach! Say... something? <specify>
>Other?

>>39095604
>Approach! Say... something? <specify>
>Hey

>>39095604

>Hey

>>39095604
>Hey
>Are you mom?

>>39095604
>hey

Yell Mom as loud as we can

>>39095604
>hey

> are you my mother?
This whole thing is basically a scary version of that childrens book.

>>39095604
>Hi
>Mommy?

I am now imagining mom as a deviljho

>>39095604
>Hey

Mom? Is that you?

>>39095604
>>Hey
> You hurt big bro

>>39095604
Alrighty. I can do this. Just watch me try.
>writing

>>39095721
The size is about right, except mom has arms and is more lizard shaped. ALso some other stuff. I'll describe her I guess

>>39095806
It's kind of awkward that you spent all this time, almost half your life if you're measuring it right, trying to get to where you are right now and you have no idea what to do now that you're here. You were kind of focuses on getting here. You settle on you most time honored words.

"Hey!" you call out, moving over to water's edge.

Your mother sits up from her meal and her turns to half face you. She doesn't spend any time looking for the source of your call, you notice, she just looks immediately at where you are. You also notice that despite only half her face being turned toward you she still has two eyes on you. That's a new thing.

She stands and you half to suppress a flinch as she manages to tower over you from twenty yards away. The water is barely deep enough for her to need to swim and she walks across the bottom most of the way to stand over you. As she gets closer you notice that her scales are diferent than yours. Hers are thicker and cover her in a thick series of plates, some of which, have apparently had metal riveted to them, mostly around her joints where her scales are small and thinner. She's also an almost yoral purple, with yellow patterns splashed along her entire length and ringing her limbs. Her eyes, and you count four of them, are like black pits that are in her head, a striking contrast to the purple above them and the yellow below. The claws on her fingers are also reinforced with metal, though the tips are exposed so it's possible that she had that done as a decoration or something.

You pull yourself away from such thoughts as your mother comes to a rest in front of you.

"Uhm. Are you my mommy?" you ask, immediately feeling foolish but unable to think of anything else you could have said.

"PROBAB-" she starts to speak and you step back as her voice booms loudly through the swamp. She stops herself and clears her throat

[1/2]

>>39096432
[2/2]
"Probably not, child," she says in a barely audible whisper, "Though I suppose I could help you fine her." She looks back down the path you came up wistfully. "I'ms already late. What is your mother's name?"

"Kasha," you tell her, and she flinches and you manage to keep yourself from flinching back. Then her eyes fill with anger and you do flinch. She does have rather a lot of very large eyes. They hold a lot of anger, but you still feel dumb from flinching as her expression immediately softens and regret appears again.

"Your father and aunt should be watchings you, yes?" she says in the same whisper. "Why are you here?"

How do explain?

>>39095577

> at least 10 meters high

Jesus, she's three stories tall?!

Is she tier 5? Or higher?

>>39096449
>>How do explain?
IM MAGIC
Turn oon the light show

>>39096449
Auntie Was afraid the shamans might do something to me because of magic. She sent me to find you because the shamans Wouldn't do that with you around.

>>39096449

The priest are bad people and I'm a magic lizard

>>39096449
>I glow!

>>39096460
Tier 4 or 5 I'd guess.

>>39096449
I'm too gloriously incandescent for town!

>>39096449
>>39096491
Ill back this.
Ask her to pick up your brother, too.

>>39096449

Well, I started getting all hot and glowy and Auntie said that the priests/shamans/whatever would hurt me or kick me out of the village if I stayed so Bro and I came to find you.

Then demonstrate the glowy thing.

>>39096449
I'm magic auntie was worried about priests

>>39096449
Alrighty
>writing

>>39096491
Oh god yea backing this.

>>39096694
Wait, shit, someone roll d100. I need a best of 3

Rolled 28 (1d100)

>>39096725
WHAT DO ALL THESE ROLLS MEANNA

Rolled 73 (1d100)

>>39096725

Rolled 63 (1d100)

>>39096725
We a firefly now

Rolled 52 (1d100)

>>39096725
Im guessing this is mom being pissed roll.

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73 63 28
Those are typical lizard numbers I guess

Rolled 1 (1d1)

>>39096803
did you want us to critfail this? Because I can give you a complementary critfail if you want

>>39096824
That looks like a natural success to me. You rolled the highest possible number

Rolled 82 (1d100)

>>39096835
The sad part is I actually managed to critfail earlier today.

>>39096803
"Uh," you take a moment to figure out how to explain. "I glow." No wait that doesn't explain anything. "Auntie, saids glowing is bad. No, wait Auntie saids that the shaman-people wouldn't like that. So she let me go find you. Me and brother." You wave a hand at your brother who is now properly unconscious with his eyes closed.

"YOUR AUN-" Mom starts to bellow at what you're starting to think is her natural speaking volume before catching herself and returning to her whisper, "What glowing?" she asks.

You step deeper into her shadow and see if the glow has turned on. It has not. You try to recall the feeling you have at night when you glow, but you never really stopped to make a study of it so you don't really accomplish much. Finally you manage a minor effect. Your eyes flash with light and you are blinded for almost a minute. Still, you managed to demonstrate magic, kind of.

"I usually only glow at night," you tell your mother, blinking rapidly as your vision slowly recovers.

"Then maybe you should show me later."

You nod in agreement. She looks at your brother.

"What happened to him?" she asks.

"He didn't cover his ears."

Mom looks confused for a moment then flushes and looks embarassed. It's an odd look on a lizard the size of a house. Well, not your house. Actually, this explains why your house was so damn big. She covers it quickly though and tells you that you're going to ride her back home.

[1/2]

>>39097111
[2/2]
"Make sure he's okay and then bring him along," your mother says lowering a hand to you, "We're going to go see auntie."

You collect your brother, who remains insensate but otherwise looks fine, and get on mom's hand. She places you on her head and after swallowing the last of her alligator wades into the water.

"Don't be afraid to dig your claws in, I'm going to go very fast," she warns you before launching herself forward. You're almost blasted off by the wave of water passing over her before she corrects her depth to keep most of the splash off you.

You assume a basking position and settle in for a nice long soak in the sun.

Mission accomplished.

>That's all for today guys. I'll be back Saturday.
>Thanks again for everybody who came I really couldn't do this without you guys
>I'll hang around for any questions and the like.

Rolled 58 (1d100)

>>39097130
Woot we did it! Starting quest complete!

Rolling for science!

Rolled 9 (1d100)

>>39097130
Yes, mom is best for sunbaking!
>Captcha Upmmom

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>>39097130
Yea Mom

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Dozens of miles away Sarissa sits up suddenly from an early morning snooze with Kuru and the sibs. She goes to the door and is almost out when Kuru asks where she's going.

"I feel the sudden need to pack for a long trip, and disappear into the swamp for a week or so. Don't tell anyone where I went." Sarissa answers.

"Uh, okay. Why?"

"I don't know," Sarissa admits, "I just feel like I need to be in the swamp far away from here for a few days."

"Um, have a safe trip," Kuru answers bewildered.

"I will, thanks."

>>39097222
She has a sister sensor.

Its very common, all my sisters know when to get the hell out of doge when they made some bad desicions and a sister disapproves.

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Something like that

captcha: oninu