>>40156875
"Momma, do I have to? I don't wanna hurt her..." To your credit, you had practiced so hard! For the last two days, you had gone through all the stances on the scroll Sylea had shown you over and over again, doing your best to get everything right. You still felt sometimes that you were standing wrong, or lost your balance a little, but that wasn't a big problem, right? There was lots of time to get it all right before you went travelling. Djanna had been watching you more or less the whole time, mirroring you and thinking it all the best kind of game. That was why Sylea had 'asked' her, against her will, to spar with you. "...she's so small..."

Oh, it is ON.

>Attack
>Grapple
>Fight Dirty
>Surrender and do something else

Welcome to RE: Kobold Quest

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SYSTEMS:

Rolling: All rolls will be on d100. We will be using a roll-under, best of three system, utilizing degrees of success. 1 and 100 are crits, success and fail respectively, and overrule other rolls. A crit fail and success on the same roll means the remaining die result will be used. Your rolls will be considered against your opponent's to calculate D.O.S. In the interest of fairness, opponents cannot crit.

Win/Lose by 10: Slight Success/Failure

10-20: Moderate Success/Failure

>20: Extreme Success/Failure

Voting: There will be a ten minute voting period, followed by a 20-30 minute period for writing posts (since on following readings, my grammar and spelling are horrendous). If the votes dry up earlier than the voting period ends, I reserve the right to call it early for the majority option. As long as it doesn't break character, write-ins are always encouraged and I reserve the right to incorporate them as needed/if it's amusing. Bonus points for character moments.

Final Destination: If a vote is tied/contended, I will call for FINAL DESTINATION, and present the most popular options. For those who don't know, you must vote precisely in the form of ">vote" without additional commentary. This extends 4chan's native post delay from one minute to five, and prevents samefagging or vote padding.

Exploration: While I have a general outline of what's going to happen, sometimes there are instances where things are left to chance. In those cases, I'll call for 1d10, and take the first given. Low rolls are beneficial encounters, with the higher you go being more dangerous. A result of 10 can actually be threatening to the character, and should be treated as such.

Combat: You will make both an offensive and defensive role, unless you choose FULL ASSAULT DEFENSE, which will prohibit one or the other, but give you a bonus of -10.

>>40156883
>>Fight Dirty

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>>40156883
The Best time of day is here!

>>40156883
>Grapple

>>40156883
>Grapple
SAY THAT TO MY FACE

>>40156883
>>Grapple

>>40156883
>>Grapple

WHAT DO OUR CHANGES LOOK LIKE?

>>40156883
>Grapple

>>40156875
>the mother of all growth spurts having rendered you without a place to sleep in a single night.
So did we evolve? Or will evolution work differently in this quest? Either is fine.

>>40156883
>Attack

>>40156883
>Qm:"I'm not going to make the dragon a mary sue who outshines you, You're the MVP afterall!"
>Goes and does it fucking anyways
Yeah okay.......

>>40156883

>Grapple

>>40156883
Grapple has it. Writing.

>>40157027
You are still tiny puppy, but your hands and feet have gotten almost too big for your frame. Your fur has thickened on your hands, feet, knees, shoulders, and elbows, and the blond sheen has deepened almost to gold. You've gained some muscle definition, but you still look like a gawky teen.

Rolled 86 (1d100)

>>40157063
Size doesn't matter, anon.

Give me a d100.

Rolled 45 (1d100)

>>40157095
Muahahahaha Dice!

Rolled 32 (1d100)

>>40157095

Rolled 9 (1d100)

>>40157095
Come on nat 100!

Rolled 82 (1d100)

>>40157095

Rolled 65 (1d100)

>>40157095

>>40157111
so close but one roll too late

>>40157111
Nat 100 is crit fail.
We're doing roll low. Holy shit did you even read the second post? Or the last three threads?

>>40157132
Count again, m8e.

>>40157132
That first roll was Lotus. Its in the top 3.

>>40157111

Yeah, success by 7 orders of magnitude.

Everyone was Kung-fu fighting.

>>40157145
Oh damn, apparently i cant read.

>>40157095
>>40157111

Evidently we can grapple like a master

>>40157183
We might have taken wrestling in addition to track and field.

>>40157205
The Dice Gods have decreed her favored child.

Know fear.

Guys! Tarslimes can't melt stone beams! The attack was an inside job!

>>40157226
Inside the walls, floor, and ceiling, so yes

>>40156883
You give a small, high-pitched growl, eyes narrowing as Djanna shrinks away from you just a bit, wincing. Her short tail swung idly left to right, and she whined again as she lowered her stance, expecting you to just charge forward like the last dozen times. But not this time. No, you were smarter than that. Or you could be, at least. Shut up!

You approach slowly, Djanna moving to follow you as best she can, holding her arms up carefully. You feint a few times, and she reacts like you'd taken full swings at her, pulling back defensively. Your eyes are steady, your breath even. She squints her eyes closed tightly, giving a half-hearted war cry as she takes a clumsy swing at you. You grin and snap out a limb, grabbing her around the wrist and shuffling quickly around her back. You put your other hand on the inside of her elbow, forcing her arm to bend, then forcing it around behind her back and wrenching it up. The dragon girl whimpers in pain, trying to turn and face you, but it's too late. You are in direct control. She moves, you move, keeping her facing away from you.

"Pup, c'moooon... this isn't fair!" She struggles, trying to break your grip, but with a gasp she realizes each move just forces her deeper into your grapple. Her mother says nothing, simply watching the exchange with an inscrutable look on her face. After five minutes of your dance with her hatchling, she bangs her crutch on the floor.

"That's enough. Let her go, pup."

You oblige and Djanna jerks out of your grip, whining and rubbing her shoulder, looking back at you with the sad eyes of the betrayed. She sniffles and walks over to her mother, tail and shoulders drooping. The older dragon gives her a pat on the head before Djanna curls up on Sylea's lap, sniffling. Well... damn.

"That is enough today," the elder dragon said, stroking her daughter's back. "We will rest a moment before we go back."

>Talk to Sylea (Write-In)
>Talk to Djanna (Write-In)
>Other (Write-In)

>>40157287
>Talk to Djanna "Look i'm sorry but don't call me pup or look down on me, I'm still older than you afterall"

>>40157287
>Victory Awoo!

>>40157287
>Talk to Djanna (Write-In)
Sorry but that last crack got to me, Djanna. I've been treated like a weakling all my life. Didn't mean to hurt you.

>>40157317
Just to clarify: She's using Pup as your name. You don't have a proper name yet. Kobolds don't name their young for a month, especially with runts, since there's a lot of lethality in this world.

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>>40157287
>Talk to Djanna >>40157317

-Wan

>>40157287
>Talk to Djanna (Write-In)
>I'm sorry, I didn't want to hurt you, but you have to take this serious, and me, so we can get stronger!

>>40157330
Second

>>40157287
"I'm sorry I hurt you, but don't look down on me!" has it. Writing!

>>40157287
So it's okay for her to hurt us.. but if she gets hurt we're a monster.

Dragons are racist.

>>40157524
Not really, she seemed quite against the idea of hurting us.

>>40157287
You take in a breath, ready to break out in a well-deserved victory howl, but catch Sylea shaking her head. You let the breath out slowly, giving a small, defiant "-woo" under your breath at the tail end before crossing over to where the dragons sit. Djanna has her head buried under her mother's chin, looking away from you. You gently reach out and lay a paw on her arm. "Hey... I'm sorry, okay? I didn't mean to hurt you. I just don't like being called weak. That last crack really got to me."

The dragon girl turns her face to you, unshed tears and confusion in her eyes. "Crack? What crack?"

"All that stuff about not wanting to hurt me, about being small. I know you were just trying to rile me up because it's good fun in a fight, but it still... it hurt, all right?" Your tail presses close to your leg, ears flattening back, a weird mix of pride and awkwardness danging about in your chest. Just as quickly, the tail uncurls and the ears perk as you stand back, turning your face upward and laying a paw on your chest. "Besides! I'm older than you! I'm the one who's going to protect you, so we need to do this so we can both get big an' strong for when we go outside!"

>>40157597
"But, Pup, I wasn't tryin' ta be mean! I really didn't want to hurt you, even on accident." She wipes her eyes, the tip of her tail whipping back and forth with her earnestness.

"Oh... well... still, I-"

A short bark from the passageways leading to the warrens calls your attention, and Sylea sets her daughter on her feet. You turn to find your brother standing in the passage, a short spear resting against his shoulder. He jerks his head back over his shoulder, then disappears into the gloom. If nothing else, you can take pride in the fact that you're now a whole inch taller than he is. Djanna helps Sylea to her feet, moving to support the older woman before she's waved off with a light swat. "I am not so old I cannot find my feet, child. You two run along and clean up. I will see what it is that is wanted of us."

With a nod, you bound on down the tunnel. Djanna looks between you and her mother for a moment, before turning to bound after you. "Wait for me!"

>Head to the warrens
>Head elsewhere (Surface, Mines, Flowstone)

>>40157613
>Head to the warrens

>>40157613
>Head to the warrens

>>40157613

>Head to the warrens

>>40157613
>Head to the warrens

>>40157613
>Head to the warrens
Let's be obedient for the first (and probably last) time in our lives.

>>40157524
Superiority complex. I wouldn't call it blatant racism.

>>40157613
Calling it for dutiful bold. Writing.

Interesting fact, exercise as a way to get /fit/ or to get stronger is a relatively new concept. People didnt get fat or out of shape in the past due to having to do strenuous activities to survive. Till the fields, plant crops, care for animals, labor in mills.

The only people who actively sought out training for strength would be those who would be planning to fight, monks, or nobility who wanted to remain fit.

Tldr; exercise is wierd when other things make you stronk

>>40157613
You slow your pace long enough for Djanna to catch up, then move along toward the warrens as quickly as the dragon girl can keep up with. You hear and smell them before you see them, rounding into the central warren to find every aunt, uncle, and cousin packed in, surrounding something lying on the ground. You hear growls, murmurs, and angry snarls here and there, and a fear seizes your heart. You smell blood, and the stink of something you don't recognize though it burns your nose. And undercutting it all-

"Papa..."

You bound ahead, barely hearing Djanna call after you to wait, as you plow through the press of bodies. You get a few cuffs, and angry words, but you don't care. You shove your way through the throng, even bodily shoving a rather heavy aunt out of the way to find your father and mother sitting at the center of the throng. Your father is holding what used to be his arm, now just a stump covered in burned tar and rough bandages. Your mother sits beside him, worrying over his injuries as Baltas stands facing the group, trying with little success to silence them. You hear, here and there, talk of monsters. Eigan seems fevered, and barely lucid, as he mutters.

"Shouldn't have gone, no. Dead. He's dead. Have to move. They'll be coming... can't stay... can't stay..."

You whine and whimper, tail swishing. You look between your parents and Baltas, and-

>Go to Baltas
>Go to Papa
>Go to Momma

(Short break for supper. Feel free to write-in or talk amongst yourselves/ask questions)

>>40157899
>>Go to Papa

>>40157899
>Go to Papa
What happened Papa?

>>40157899
>Go to Papa

>>40157899
>Go to Baltas
Baltas will be most likely to give us an accurate run down of what's going on

>>40157899

>Go to Papa

>>40157899
>Go to Momma

>>40157899
>>Go to Papa

>>40157899
>Go to Baltas

>>40157899
>Go back to Djanna

>>40157899
>Go to Papa

>>40157899
>Go to Papa

>>40157899
Go to Pappas. Get some physical contact going on. I wonder if our blessing can burn out his fever? It is kind of an enemy.

>>40158169
so, get to dad, ask Yra for help?

>>40158211
Yup

>>40157899
Going to Papa's side wins it, and for >>40158169, I'll go ahead and let you try. Give me a d100, and roll really, really damned low.

Rolled 56 (1d100)

>>40158239

Rolled 60 (1d100)

>>40158239

Rolled 17 (1d100)

>>40158239

Rolled 59 (1d100)

>>40158239

>>40158263
Good enough?

>>40158263
Well. This was not something I'd anticipated. Writing.

Rolled 91 (1d100)

>>40158239

>>40158282
I tried Anon lets hope for the best

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>>40158298

I did good?

>>40158298

When you aren't expecting it, the dice will do it

>>40158325
Even if you didn't, you rolled best by a significant margin, and thats good in my books

So, were a monk-clericbold we can cast fist and lay on hands?

>>40158263
Thats the equivalent of rolling an 83 on roll high so... i guess?

>>40158239
We aren't curing Pappa, we're killing the infection!

>>40157899
The world seems to fall away as you rush to your father's side. You fall to your knees beside him, calling out his name though you can barely hear your own voice. You feel hands upon you, but as soon as they touch you they're jerked away. The whole cavern is growing brighter, as though the flowstone were coming up from below. You reach out, your hands blazing, and your vision goes white.

When you wake, you are lying where you fell, murmuring all around you. Your father lays beside you, his feverish mutterings silenced, chest rising and falling steadily. Another of your aunts is bandaging your mother's hands, Djanna kneeling beside you and whimpering, casting here eyes back and forth to anyone whose gaze she can meet, as if silently begging for help. Sylea stands inside the press of kobold bodies, towering over them, her eyes narrowed and frowning. Even, for once, uncle Baltas is stunned to silence. You slowly rise, reaching up to lay a hand on your forehead. Your temples pound as if your head threatens to burst in half, and- hey, those are new.

You look down at your hand, flexing your claws, which have turned from a sleek black to a bright golden color. Branded into the palms of both hands is a symbol you don't recognize, but despite that you know it. Yra, the Sun.

"P-pup..." Djanna reaches out to you, and your mother absolutely snarls. The dragon snaps her hand back with an 'eep,' turning her eyes to the older kobold, terrified. Your mother comes to her full height, and howls loudly. The room was already silent, but now all eyes are on her.

"HEAR ME, EYSZHA WILL SPEAK!" Murmurs of "We hear you" fill the room. "My daughter. My sweet, tiny daughter, whom you have said in your own caves would not live the night when she was born now sits before us, marked. She carries the sun in her eyes, and upon her claws! These are signs! The dark places are not for us, not any longer. She has come to us as a bearer of change, and so I have chosen to name her!"

>>40158651
Howls rise from the throng, some in anger and some in approval. Snarling, growling dissent rises amongst the warren before another howl from your mother silences them again.

"She brings hope for a new dawn among us, when we may live without relying on the scraps given by the cities, and their people! I clearly see that now." You flatten your ears back a bit. You wanted to find out more about the old places, but there's something in your mother's eyes you don't quite like. "And so, I have chosen! The pup will be called Nadia!"

>Yay, new name!
>Momma, you're scaring me...
>Write-In

>>40158670

>Momma, you're scaring me...

>>40158670
>>Momma, you're scaring me...

>>40158670
>>Momma, you're scaring me...

>>40158670
>Momma, you're scaring me...

PRAISE THE SUN!

>>40158670
>Momma, you're scaring me...

>>40158670
>Yay, new name!

>>40158670
>Momma, you're scaring me...

I guess we're the kobold chosen one.

>>40158670
...so kobold lizard crossover when?

Praise the fucking sun.

>>40158758
I am somewhat against this, I'd rather we adventure and learn, instead of be a figurehead for a kobold renaissance .

>>40158670
>Praise the Sun! What's the Sun again?

>>40158772
Never

>>40158670
>Momma, you're scaring me...

>>40158782
Kek.

>>40158781
Hey, nothing says you have to follow your mother's crazy agenda.

>>40158807

10 years later, head home, mother has become Fuhrer of the kobold race. Fight Mom-Hitler to the death.
I should write a book about this. make literally tens of dollars

>>40158670
Scaredbold wins it. Writing.

>>40158781
Nothing says we can't convince our mother to let us adventure and learn, then come back with everything we've gained.

>>40158894
And then never actually come back, because kobold culture a shit

>>40158925
Well we could change that.

mildly off topic, after we learn the way of gentlemanly fisticuffs, we should pick up a weapon perhaps?
become a stereotypical barbarian? who also knows kung-fu

Yeah Sun warrior! Praise the sun

>>40158975
become fitbold, wear only sterotypical barbarian clothing. show everyone our glorious abdominals.

>>40158849
Original kobolds donut steel.

>>40158925
Hey, now, kobold culture is cool and interesting and not-at-all terrible and don't judge because perspectives and yeah, I got nothing.

>>40158670
You whine, folding your ears back and tucking your tail around your legs. You look back at Djanna, who reaches over and quickly takes your hand. You give it a strong squeeze, feeling her delicate fingers compress under a strength you didn't think you had. Your heart pounds and your grip trembles as your mother goes on, ranting about how you all had to leave the warrens and go into the forests and the old places, beneath the sun, exposed to the old spirits. Baltas' frown darkens until he simply pushes his way through the throng, disappearing deeper into the warrens. The assembled kobolds mutter amongst themselves, some nodding their agreement and casting sidelong glances at you with a combination of awe and... you don't know what some of their expressions mean, but you're pretty sure you really don't like them. You feel Djanna give your hand a tug when your mother looks away, and you follow along in a daze, moving to Sylea's side. The dragon woman puts an arm protectively around the both of you, turning to lead you away.

"Where do you think you're going with my Nadia?"

Sylea turns to look at Eyszha, something between contempt and pity on her face. "This talk is not for pups or hatchlings. Speak to your people, and I will see to them. Don't worry, your hope will be safe in my care." Your mother regards the dragon cooly, but nods, turning once more to speak to the assembled group. She leads you through the press of bodies, mutters of "Praise be to Yra" whispered here and there, hands reaching out and touching your shoulders, arms, tail, whatever they can reach. You shudder, pressing into your aunt's side. Djanna presses in closer against you, trying to shield you and glaring daggers at the rest.

>>40159067
Sylea leads you deep into the warren to her own cave, bare but for the few items Baltas had managed to recover... and Baltas himself. He shakes his head and scoops you up into a hug as Djanna helps Sylea settle against the wall, one of the kobold-sized chairs she had been gifted creaking under her weight.

"Pup, you are okay, ya? No hurt, but your head and your mind, hearing your momma's mad-speak?"

>You're fine
>Things are NOT FINE
>Write-In

>>40159089
>Things are NOT FINE

>>40159089

>I'm okay, but I think mama is bonkers

Shit, our mom got a serious case of the religion.

>>40159089
>You're fine
but
>Things are NOT FINE

>>40159121

Serious may be an understatement, she became a zealot in 0.2 millipups

>>40159089
>>40159126
This

>>40159089
>Write-In

We have no idea what is going on.

>>40159089
>You're fine

>>40159089
>You're fine
But
>Things are NOT FINE
Momma went crazy and papa is hurt!

>>40159121
>serious case of the religion.
Really? Religion isnt the problem here. Its that Mom is a zealot. Her faith is blinding her from the fact we are tiny and terrified of the "messiah" Role.

Also stop tipping your fedora, I can hear it from here

>>40159089
>momma's being weird.
First she wants to defy the gods over us, then keep us from doing anything, and now we're being propped up on a pedestal as a sign from gods.

>>40159089
Through barely restrained tears:
"I-I like the sound of my name, actually. But everything's NOT FINE right now."

>>40159089
>Things are not fine

>>40159190

bit of both? Our mothers is taking her faith to an extreme, or using it for personal gain. her religion is part of the problem, but its not the source of it.

>Things are not fine

But we should go inna woods anyway

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>>40159197
Don't worry, guys, I know what I'm doing! Bit of both wins it. Writing.

I think I understand now why daddy doesn't like mommy to pray

>>40159293

you may be right...

>>40159262
Aw man, this is getting good. I've got to drive for a couple hours now and probably miss the rest of the quest, but dang dude, you've got good stuff between your ears. You're a pretty talented writer (better than Anne McCaffrey anyway, yeah?), and I just wanted to say thanks for running this quest.

>>40159495
I am a hack and do not deserve your praise, but thank you for it all the same. I'll archive it, so you can catch up whenever you get home. Safe trip!

>>40159089
You bury your face in Baltas' chest and shiver, trying desperately to hold back your tears because you're a big girl now and you have a name and everything and big kobolds don't cry. WE DON'T CRY, DAMN IT! STOP MAKING UNCLE'S SHIRT WET, EYES!

You look up at him, tears in your eyes, and sniffle to keep the trail of snot from dripping out your nose. "I'm fine, but... why's momma yelling about leaving the warrens an' Yra an' hope an' all that? An' why were the cousins lookin' at me funny?"

He sighs and settles you down, mussing your hair beyond immediate repair before pulling up the other chair in the cave and sitting. He gives a soft snap and you immediately sit at his feet, tail wagging despite yourself. "Your mother, she nicey-nice, ya? Not always. She come from warren far away, long time gone. Your father and I, we from this warren, ya? Got taken by Uvu long, long." You tilt your head, but you know better than to interrupt. "Hold all questions till the end of the lecture," you hear in the back of your mind.

"We go to visit kin in lake lands, just after named. We meet your mother there, young, devoted to spirits and gods. Very mighty in own colony. Oh... like 'warren,' but not in ground. " Djanna has joined you now, sitting beside you and staring up at Baltas with rapt attention. Sylea broods in the corner, watching the doorway with her eyes half-closed, listening to something.

>>40159572
"Your uncle, he wily, but Eigan strong. She fancy him, yes. Want to... well, they came back to warren together, your mother very heavy with her first litter. She found out we had warrens deep, pull stones from ground, and she no like. She yell and carry on, about Yra not liking deep-dark, and she no have pups in 'land of dead.'" He scowls and makes to spit on the ground, but a sharp glance from Sylea makes him blanch and swallow it once again. "Our parents make to drive us out unless Eyszha put crazy in a basket, and so Eigan tell her 'No gods, no more'. She fight him, but it deep, hard, cold and no colony, no shelter. She had no choice, ya?"

"But, she still... many years now, she tell young bolds, and old. Try and make believers of them, in secret from Eigan. She good mother, very good!" he leaned forward to lay a hand on your head, as if trying to reassure you, before leaning in and looking you right in the eye. He cups his hand to his mouth, and whispers "But also? Crazy." He settles back in his seat, nodding as if imparting some great truth to an eager student. You whimper, tail tumping against the ground. You don't like the sound of all this, and you're still confused.

>Why is she crazy? She just believes something different.
>She seems dangerous...
>Yra? Uvu?
>Write-in

>>40159588
>Why is she crazy? She just believes something different.
>>Yra? Uvu?

>>40159588
>>Yra? Uvu?

>>40159588
>>Yra? Uvu?

>>40159588
>Yra? Uvu?

>>40159588

>Why is she crazy? She just believes something different.
>Yra? Uvu?

>>40159588
>Yra? Uvu?

Oh wow. So in her eyes we just justified everything people were telling where to cut out.

>>40159588
>Yra? Uvu?

She might be a zealot but the slime monsters are still welling up from below and the warrens can't support us. We need to leave, but she can't be in control when we do

>>40159588

>Why is she crazy? She just believes something different.
>Yra? Uvu?

No sure if its intentional that our dad sounds like a complete asshole here.

>>40159918

Baltas is an uncle, Our dad basically told mom to chill out or stop.

>>40159968
>Our dad basically told mom to chill out or stop
Nah, he impregnated her and then forced her to live his way or get driven out to starve/freeze to death.

>>40159994
If she'd been driven out, he'd have gone with her in a heartbeat. I know that's outside game info here, but I thought it should be mentioned.

>>40159588
"But... but she just believes really, really hard in something. Why's that crazy?" You tilt your head, and Djanna pipes up with "And what's an Uvu? Or a Yra?" You look to your friend, then to your paw. You hadn't spoken to her about your glowing. Hadn't found the time, or thought it necessary. A pang of guilt hit you, but your uncle was already grumbling as if trying to decide how to go about answering. He snapped his fingers and you went to sit down again before realizing you already were. You huffed and frowned, tail thudding dully as he reached into his pocket and pulled out a small wring of woven silver wire.

"Nadia, here. Take this. Look closey-close. You too, dragon-girl." You took the ring and looked it over closely, taking in the subtle sheen of the silver, the small flecks of green and red gems woven into the strands, and rolled it over in your hands, feeling the weight of it. You passed it to Djanna who gazed at it, transfixed. She held it for what seemed like far too long, only returning it with a sheepish blush when Baltas cleared his throat.

"Now, the ring. Is pretty, ya? Good silver, and strong, with gems and a single strand of platinum." Huh? You hadn't noticed that at all, but Djanna nodded enthusiastically. Baltas smiled, and then with a roar, stood and knocked his chair over backward, hurling the ring into the hearth. "Well, you are DUMB AND WRONG! STUPID RING! IS FILTHY AND UGLY AND MUST BURN-BURN FOR BEING SO UGLY AND WRONG, AND YOU TOO!"

HOLY SHIT! You recoil across the room into Sylea's knees, Djanna's eyes watering as she sits paralyzed in terror, making small whining noises in the back of her throat. Sylea rises, hissing in pain as she puts weight on her injured foot, but Baltas just raises his hand and reaches out to hug Djanna. She tries to recoil, but soon enough hugs the older kobold back, crying timidly into his shoulder. Your heart pounds in your throat, and your confusion is only deepend.

>>40160041
I had assumed it was unintentional he came across a asshole. The mentioning of now food and shelter heavily implied she would have been alone.

>>40160071
"That is the kind of crazy-crazy your mother is. Anything that is wrong must not be, and anything that she think is right is right. Her colony, they were wild. Almost monsters. Bad ones. I thought... better to show." Now it's his turn to look sheepish as he beckons you back, and after a short nod from Sylea, you return to his feet. Well... perhaps a foot or so further back.

"As to Djanna, Yra and Uvu... hmm... how say this. Yra is sun. Uvu is wind, but more than that, they are high-high. Like... highest-high-high." It's like he's dancing around a word, his own tail twitching uncomfortably.

"Gods. The word you want is 'gods'."

"I am knowing that!" Baltas snaps at Sylea, who hisses a warning at him. He gives a light growl in response, but Djanna's attempts to make herself disappear into her own shoulders makes him clear his throat and settle down. "Yes, gods. They have different name-words everywhere, or different meanings, but these names they have in old places. Yra, Sun. Light. Fire. Hater of the deep-dark, banisher of evil. Uvu, Wind. Far-walker, mirthful, friend to a joke."

>Neither one sounds very nice...
>Tell me more about - (write-in)
>Will momma be okay? Will papa?
>Write-In

>>40160098
>Will momma be okay? Will papa?

>>40160098
>Tell me more about - Yra
>Will momma be okay? Will papa?

>>40160098

>>40160132
I'll support this.

>>40160098
>Neither one sounds very nice...
>Will momma be okay? Will papa?

>>40160098
>Tell me more about - Uvu

>>40160098
>Tell me more about - Uvu
>Will momma be okay? Will papa?

>>40160098
>Will momma be okay? Will papa?
>Tell me more about the other gods

Uvu sounds pretty chill Yra... Not so much.

Yra sounds like your standard adventurer smite evil god, Uvu sounds like a not evil version of nurgle.

>>40160098
>Tell me more about Yra
>Will momma be okay? Will papa?

>>40160098
>Is there a... god of the deep dark?

>>40160098
Best Daughteru bold wins, with a side of "Tell me about da gods, Baltas?" Writing. This might be a long one, so bear with me.

>>40160098
>Will momma be okay? Will papa?
>will we?

>>40160277
>Yes. Yes.
>Oh, my, no.

>>40160098
>Will momma be okay? Will papa?

We may be a child but we are smart, at the end of our explanation, all votes for saying we shouldnt and or cant stay for too long?

>>40160346
>aye

>>40160098
>>Will momma be okay? Will papa?

>>40160346
Sounds good.

>>40160098
You shift in your seat, whimpering. You reach out and take Djanna's hand, and this time it's her turn to give yours a squeeze. Your uncle looks down at the both of you with worry in his eyes, but says nothing more, waiting for either of you to speak first. There are so many questions churning about in your little mind, but there is one chief among them. You look up at Baltas, and with a small voice squeak out "Will momma and papa... will they be okay?"

Baltas clears his throat and looks into the flames, the ring having begun to warp and melt amongst the blazing logs. He thinks about the question long and hard before shrugging. "Who knows? There are many-many things to happen, I think, and even wily bold like me can't see the future. When you touch your father, he scream like shriekbat, but then his eyes, they clear, ya? I think you purge his sickness. He will live, but... I think your momma will not be being so much so the way she was now." You swallow deeply, lip trembling.

"It's all my fault..." you whine.

"Yes." Baltas nods. Djanna gives a defiant "Hey!" while behind her Sylea's jaw hits her chest. Baltas looks between both of them as if to say "What?" while you simply put your face in your free hand and start sobbing. You feel Djanna's arms encircle your shoulders, your younger sort-of-sister hugging you tightly.

"That's not true at all! Nadia, come here child. Djanna, bring her." The younger dragon helps you to your feet, leading you to the elder. You collapse at her feet, head in her lap as she pets your hair, cooing and fussing over you while she glares at Baltas.

"Is not her fault, but her doing? Is that problem here, ya?" He genuinely seems befuddled. Djanna just lays a hand on your back and gives a hiss which falls short of the force of her mother's by several orders of magnitude. "Am sorry, little pups. Did not mean to say you do bad-bad things, just that-"

>>40160688
"I don't know much, children, but I will try and tell you what I know. Where to begin... there are a lot of spirits in the world, and they live and rule in different places. They are natural things, and the stronger they are the larger their domain. Spirits of the forests, spirits of certain caves or mountains, but above them are the gods. Where a single spirit might rule over a certain ancient oak, the spirit of Vya gives all growing things strength."

"What about Uvu?" Djanna lays her hand on her mother's knee, trying to get her attention. Sibling jealousy?

"Uvu is a trickster's friend, and the lord of all winds. Sailors and travellers pay him heed and tribute before they set out on long journeys, and when they return, to ask for and give thanks for safety and fortune on the road. He is playful, but when his anger is aroused, he will lay waste to land and sea alike. I have seen the wind tear up houses made of stone and metal, leaving nothing in their wake."

"What about Yra?" you ask, your despair replaced with curiosity. Sylea shakes her head with a soft exhale.

"Not much I know, child, I'm afraid. Sun god, gives life and heat, and those who cross him will usually not find only themselves punished but all around them. While it's true he is the father of all the others, in legend anyway, he is also beyond definition, with regard to 'good' or 'evil.'" She lays a hand atop your head, as if feeling your distress without seeing any outside signs of it. There are outside signs, mind you, as you're pretty sure your ears are pressed close enough to your head that you've about gone deaf. Baltas nods in agreement, but adds nothing.

>>40160709
"What about... the deep-dark..." you whisper, fearful of the phrase even without knowing the name. Something in your chest burns at the utterance.

"Gra, the lord of stone and shadow. Keeper of the dead, hoarder of treasures. Dragon history alleges that our kind used to follow him, back when we lived isolated and collected vast treasure troves of our own. But, that is ancient history, and best forgotten. Like Yra, he is neither good nor evil, but unfortunately, many of the worst kinds of monsters live in the dark places, unseen to the living, and it's this reason that Gra gets the short end of the divine stick."

You nod, wiping your eyes, and stiffen as you hear voices approaching from outside. Sylea growls softly, but says nothing. She looks down at you, brushing her thumb along your cheek with a mothering look. She pats your cheek softly and lifts you to your feet. "There, now. Sounds like your mother's come to claim you..."

>Ask for more information
>What else can you tell me/Where can I learn more?
>What am I going to do now?
>Write-in

>>40160752
>What am I going to do now?

>>40160752

>What am I going to do now?

>>40160752
>What else can you tell me/Where can I learn more?
>What am I going to do now?

>>40160752
>What am I going to do now?
Go for snow cones?

>>40160752
>What am I going to do now?

>>40160752
>>What am I going to do now?

>>40160752
>What should I do?

>>40160752
"Halp" has it. Writing.

Also, a high-quality office chair costs the same as a laptop. What kind of BS is that?

>>40160956
Capitalism at its finest good sir.

>>40160752
>What am I going to do now?

>>40160956
The laptop was made in china?

>>40161087
ASUS, so I dunno. The chair I was looking at was $250 because I am not a small man.

>>40158298
The average result of three 100 sided dice keep lowest is roughly 20.

>>40160752
You whine as the darkness in the cave grows less so. One of your uncles steps in, carrying a lantern and squinting in the light. He stands in the doorway, eyes moving over everyone in the room in turn. "Eyszha would like her pup returned." Sylea frowns, but you're not quite sure why. She nods down at you, motioning to the door.

"Go on, Nadia. It's okay. We'll talk again soon, okay?" She gives you a soft pat on the shoulder, moving you toward the door. You look back at her with a whine, tail curling against your leg. Djanna rises to follow you, but Sylea catches her wrist and pulls her back down beside her, arm around her daughter's shoulder.

"But... what... what should I do? I don't like this..." you whimper quietly, looking to your uncle, then back to Sylea, then to Baltas. The uncle with the lantern seems to be very, very interested in something out in the warren proper, studiously ignoring everyone inside the cave.

"Baltas and I... we will talk about that. Don't worry. We are family. We will keep you safe." You whine a bit, but nod, realizing that's the best you're likely to get at this moment. You cross to Baltas and give him a hug before moving to your other uncle's side. He nods down to you and takes you out into the warren proper. In the center, large, irregular stones have been gathered into a circle. Firewood has been piled in the center, and your mother stands before it with a lit log from what you assume is your home hearthfire.

>>40161214
Kobold dens are shaped purposefully so that smoke from cooking, fires, and the like are channeled upward, through various cracks and tunnels to dissipate or escape through the caverns above. Even so, when your mother tosses the branch into the pile of oiled lumber, and the massive bonfire roars to life like a thing alive, the smoke that begins pouring off of it threatens to choke everyone. Your eyes burn, and you give a hard cough. Your uncle growls softly and leads you along a side-tunnel, moving lower into the warrens to approach from the bottom. He looks down at you, his dark fur and eyes making him all but invisible in the shadow, though with your eyes picking out his form is simple. He lays a hand on your shoulder, giving it a soft squeeze, before you step out into the main passageway and approach the bonfire.

"Here she is, Eys- Voice..." He grimaces, as if the name leaves a bad taste in his mouth. Your mother smiles sweetly, but there's an edge to it that you're not certain you like. Your father is nowhere to be seen.

>"Where's papa?"
>"Voice?"
>Don't anger the crazy lady. Remain quiet.

>>40161241
>>"Where's papa?"
>>"Voice?"

>>40161241
>"Where's papa?"
>"Voice?"

>>40161241
>"Where's papa?"
>"Voice?"

>>40161241
>"Where's papa?"

>>40161241
>Don't anger the crazy lady. Remain quiet
Well this escalated quickly...

>>40161241
>"Where's papa?"
>"Voice?"

>>40161241

>"Where's papa?"
>"Voice?"

It's official, mom is insane AND power hunfgry

>>40161241
>"Where's papa?
>"Voice?"

>>40161195
ASUS is a chinese company, so definitely.

Things have taken a distinctly uncomfy turn...

Anyone have a link to Tue third thread, I missed it :(

I was right about momhitler wasn't I

>>40161318
what we need to do, is see what's going on, and if it gets to crazy, wait for the right moment, and run. run like hell and go deeper into the caves than we ever have before.

>>40161340
http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/archive/40112368/

>>40161241
>>"Where's papa?"

>>40161342
Rule 0: Never give the DM ideas.

>>40161354
Or maybe run to the surface? The snow was nice...

>>40161386
no, they'll follow us to the surface and it'll be harder to hide, they won't follow us if we go deep enough.

>>40161241
"Where's papa, voice?" has it. Writing. Ignore the Papa-shaped lump at the center of the bonfire, and the muffled screams. Kidding!

We should try and become blessed by Gra as well as Yra.

...

We need to find some treasure and some secrets and horde it.

>>40161471
Oh god no don't do that.

Rolled 84 (1d100)

>>40161241
"M-momma? Where's papa?" you all but whisper, back straight and tail rigid, stuck straight out behind you. Your mother gathers you into her arms, tutting and trying to smooth your hair. You almost relax, tail wagging slightly, before you pull back, looking up at her with worry in your eyes. She looks down at you, head cocked, before the edge on her fervent expression softens. "Don't worry, pup. I had him carried home. The sickness in him, and the rot in his arm, is gone completely. My little miracle worker..." She reaches out reverently, laying a hand against your cheek. You shake her off of you and pull away with a yip. A young cousin steps forward, armed with a mattock, and looks ready to yell at you before Eyszha snarls. The cousin, cowed, steps back quickly. "He will be fine, thanks to you. What about you? Are you all right? Has your uncle been filling your head with more crazy stories?"

There is something dangerous in her voice. An edge, as if she were looking for an excuse. The smoke is burning your nose, and the bright light is hurting your eyes, and the heat is making you sweat as much as you can, your tongue - and those of your kin - lolling out to help dissipate the discomfort. For the first time in your life, you wonder if you can tell your mother everything.

>Lie
>Truth

Write-ins encouraged for either.

>>40161497
I like this idea

>>40161609
Damn it, dropped my trip.

>>40161609
>Lie
yeeeeaaaah let's NOT give the pysco an excuse to murder our uncle.

>>40161241
Our mom isn't Voice! Where's Papa, I don't like this!

>>40161609
>Lie
I was scared and Uncle told me funny stories to calm me down.

>>40161609
>Lie
>Can i see papa?

>>40161609
>Lie

Also, you are not the voice.

>>"Where's papa?"

>>40161609
>Lie

>>40161684
This

>>40161609
>Avoid answering
>Ask for papa
>Cry if no papa.

Lets remind her she is a mother of a cub, not the priestess of a god.

>>40161609

>Lie

"No stories, this time. Can i see papa"

>>40161609
>deflect
>can you tell me about Yra?

>>40161609
Truth

But let's be prepared to shut our mom down HARD if she goes crazy. We're the ones with the sun god brands here.

She'll only be worse if we let her take control now.

>>40161609
>I'm okay. What's going on? Why the fire?
Channel our inner rogue/politician and dodge, dodge the question like the wind!

>>40161609
>Lie

>>40161675
I think I back this.

>>40161609
>>Lie

>>40161609
>Lie

>>40161609
>Truth

>>40161609
Lying and crying have it. Roll for the lie, but no need to roll for crying on cue because gods damn, this is fucked.

Rolled 85 (1d100)

>>40161851

Rolled 69 (1d100)

>>40161851

Rolled 60 (1d100)

>>40161851
Can . . . Can we ask our mom what's wrong with her?

>>40161708
Backing this, mainly the 'you're a mother, not a priestess' point.

Rolled 88 (1d100)

>>40161851

Well... we aren't the best liar in the world.

>>40161872
You can, but I wouldn't suggest it. Writing.

>>40161903
do we get a bonus if we write-in a lie?

>>40161867
>>40161868
>>40161872

Well, looks like it's time to have a fight with Mom. This should be . . . . probably pretty horrible. Then again, like >>40161728
said, WE'RE the one's with Yra's blessings. If she's so "right", why doesn't she have them?

Bitch wants to step, she gonna get knocked back down. We don't let anyone hurt family, even other family.

>>40162062
welp, this is ending with us murdering or scarring our mother and running away.

>>40162091
Or we Sylea helps us flee because she is against us being a political tool

We have Yra's blessing, not her. Either way she was going crazy but we may need to run soon.

>>40162091
Or murdering or scarring our mother and taking control of the tribe as a "Child Prophet". Of course, we're going to be smart enough to pick advisors we can trust, and who aren't fucking nuts like our mother.

Dad needs to wake the fuck up so he can control his bitch.

>>40161609
"Just the one about the smelly squirrels. I was worried, and it made me laugh..." your heart pounds in your chest, and you can't quite meet her gaze, but after a few moments of scrutiny she seems satisfied and nods. She smiles and draws in a breath to speak, but you cut her off, the weirdness of the situation putting you far from at ease.

"I wanna see papa." You say. There's no hint of your usual energy, or any distraction. Your mother frowns, shaking her head. "Nadia, it's fine. He's still sleeping, and besides, there is a lot for us-"

Tears come to your eyes, stinging them more than the smoke as they wend their way through the soft, thin fur of your face. You stamp your oversized foot, arms straight down at your sides. "I... I wanna see my papaaaa!" You start sobbing, and ball your fists up as you scrunch your eyes closed against the tide of tears. Your breath hitches in your throat as you begin to hiccup, and your mother looks as if you just yanked the rug out from under her. She whines, casting here eyes about at the assembled relatives before gathering you against her chest in a tight hug.

>>40162215
Dad controlling mother may be impossible at this point, she has followers now. She will probably control him.

>>40162228
"There, there, love, of course you can see him. I'll have Romani take you to see him now..." You hear her call for your cousin, and a moment later she is knelt before you, drying your eyes with her thumbs, a smile on her face and the zeal in her eyes suppressed. For now. "There, now, my light. Dry your eyes, everything will be fine. Soon enough we'll be leaving this horrible hole, and we'll be living outside in the old places I told you about. Won't that be nice?" You somehow doubt very much it would be anything approaching 'nice,' but you nod all the same. An older female cousin, this one armed with a pick, takes you by the hand and leads you quietly not to your home cave, but to the nicest one in the warrens. Easily twice as large as yours, and close to the surface in a blind tunnel, you're led in to find a roaring open fire pit in the center of the room, smoke rising through a chimney into the darkness, and sitting upright behind the flames, scowling into the light -

"Papa!" You pull your hand from Romani's and bound over to him, plowing him over with a hug, your tail wagging violently. The older cousin nods to Eigan and turns, but doesn't leave, leaning the pick on her shoulder and watching down the hall vigilantly. Eigan holds you tightly with his good arm, his hand on the back of your head as he mutters your name over and over again.

"They told me. Gods and demons, they told me. My poor pup... my poor, sweet pup..."

>Are you okay?
>Why's mom crazy?
>We have to go!
>What do we do!?
>Write-In

Going to have to start getting ready for work soon. Going to take a quick break in a few to shower and shave and the like, or we can call it and I can run again later in the week. Your call. Regardless, done in about two hours.

>>40162253
>Are you okay?
>Why's mom crazy?

>>40162253
>Are you okay?
>Why's mom crazy?
>We have to go!

>>40162253
>>Are you okay?
>Why's mom crazy?
>What do we do!?

>>40162253
>Are you okay?
>Why's mom crazy?
>What do we do!?
>My hands are different
>What happened to you arm
>I healed you

Keep going until you get to a nice spot to stop

>>40162253

>Are you okay?
>Why's mom crazy?

We should probably whisper about mom being crazy, our cousin will probably tell our mother if she hears

>>40162253
Stop whenever you think is appropriate.

>>40162253
>>Are you okay?
>What do we do!?

>>40162253
>Are you okay?
>Why's mom crazy?
>We have to go!

>>40162334
backing the whisper part.

>>40162253
>Are you okay?

>>40162253
>Are you okay?
>What do we do!?

If ya need time, ya need time. I don't mind if we pick up later

>>40162253
This >>40162329


>>40162334

Nah, man, let him hear. Lets not make this a thing that will split the tribe in two, mmmkay? Declare our side early, and stick with it.

Once again, we're the one with the blessing. You want to be Emperor, fine, I would rather be the Shogun.

>>40162253
Hyper Puppy Mode Engage. Writing.

>>40162407
>Declare our side early, and stick with it.

I'm of the position that there's nothing wrong with living underground, it's just too dangerous right here.

>>40162504
Yeah we need to let the followers know that we don't like what mom is doing, before they become too blinded with her zealotry

>>40162590

we are a child, we may be blessed but we dont have much respect, like when we were avoiding our mother and our cousin was going to step in.

At best we'll be a puppet, no matter how hard we try.

>>40162253
You just bury your face against your papa's neck, tail wagging and hugging him hard enough you hear his back pop. He sucks in a breath and gives your head a couple quick pats, tapping out. You pull back and crawl into his lap, holding onto his jacket and looking up at him with new tears in your eyes. "Papa, I'm so sorry! It's all my fault mom went crazy! I healed you and then she went all nuts about Yra, and then I woke up and talked to Uncle Baltas and Sylea and they think that mom's gone crazy and I kinda do to and we should think about going because I don't feel safe here an-"

He pulls you close again, pressing your face into his chest. It feels nice for a moment, until it gets hard to breathe. You struggle a bit, and he lets you go. He puts his finger to your lips, snapping his eyes toward the doorway. You look back, and just barely see Romani turn her head back down the tunnel, doing her best to look disinterested... though her tail has a set to it that means she's none too happy about something. Eigan frowns and leans back, regarding you quietly for a moment. "So... 'Nadia...' tell me everything." You oblige, blushing and wagging so vigorously you almost fall off his lap at hearing him say your name. He nods here and there as you explain the brief happenings, not interrupting, before growling lightly at the end. You hear the sound of a claw scraping stone and look up to find Romani turned fully toward you, having brought the pick off her shoulder and into both hands. Your father swallows his irritation and turns his face aside in a gesture of submission to you. Your ears fold back, and wow where do you keep all these tears?

>>40162669
He takes your hand and gives it a gentle squeeze after your cousin half-turns back to the hallway, now standing half in and half out of the cave. "Nadia, listen carefully to me. I will do what I can to bring your mother back to us, but it's not safe here for you any more. Do you understand?" he whispers quietly, barely louder than the crackling flames. "You will have to leave the warren. Tonight."

>What? NO!
>How?
>Write-ins

>>40162504
I am okay with this. The important thing is to cut our mom's power before it even starts gathering. People will be shocked and unsure what to think right now, and hearing someone who is so convinced about what is right and is ALSO our mother, if we don't take a hard stance then it's going to spread until the tribe tears itself apart.

She's the fucking ISIS commander.

>>40162702
>What? NO!

>>40162702
>How?

>>40162702

>How?

Mom has taking minutes to go full on Commander crazy, I'm not sure how people are following her though.

>>40162702
Growl at our cousin. Maybe flash our claws.

> How?

>>40162702
>Write-ins
Is it really that bad Papa? Should I take anything with me? Where should I go?

>>40162702
>How?

>>40162702
B-but the warren is the only home we know. Where do we go? What about the family? What about papa?

>>40162702
>Write-ins
>Get excited. Outside!

>>40162765
She's been subverting people for years. She's established herself as an authority without it being fully obvious to anyone not in her inner circle.

>>40162662
Doesn't mean we have to lay down and let her use us. We have opinions. Voice them.

>>40162702
>How?

>>40162702
>How?
>Write-ins
Can't you come with me?

>>40162820

Thats what I mean by no respect, voicing our opinion wont mean much if no one listens.

>>40162702
"How," with questions, wins it. Writing, and last update for the night I think.

Think I'm gonna bow out of this quest. Not what I signed up for. Was hoping for funny/fun lighthearted adventures, not dramatic runaway legend of 'X' story. Well written...but not what I was hoping for. Best of luck anywho.

>>40162874
Wow, you must be your own worst enemy. You don't know that they wouldn't listen, and they would remember it later.

But no, you'd rather be a doormat

>>40162702
>What? NO!

>>40162954
Anon we stepped out of line and our cousins nearly attacked us until mom told them off. Until we grow up they won't listen to us. Remember lying is alien to them here. Until we're fully grown we will get no respect no matter how much we try because that is how this society is set up.

>>40162954
Nah, just as a child, people only started listening to my opinions when I was was allowed to vote. It was actually quite sudden, and strange.

>>40162874
Yeah, the whole "Blessed by God" thing kind of puts a crimp in that. WE'RE the ones with the blessing, not her. If Yra had faith in HER, then she would have received it. Obviously, while nobody can fault her faith in Yra being honest, it's not pure because she didn't get the blessing.

So, we don't take a stance against the faith, but we establish that clearly our mother is not "right" enough to determine it either.

And we make it so that they aren't arguing against US, but against Yra. "Why should we listen to a pup?" "Because Yra choose to bless us. Or are you saying he was wrong in doing that?"

I love arguing this kind of shit.

>>40163048
And get our head caved in by a fanatic?

They're not listening to logic, nor is she.
They're listening to HER, and she's listening to something we don't know what.

>>40163048

I agree with your argument, I actually did think of that, it's more that people seem to be willing to ignore the one with blessings in favour of our mother.
People can be stubborn, even to the point of some orwellian doublethink bullshit.

>>40162927
I'm sorry to see you go, anon. I hadn't intended for things to remain quite so grim, but if everything were happy and stayed that way, there'd be no impetus to go out and have awesome childhood adventures. Still, if that's how you feel, I hope you enjoy whatever it is you end up doing with this time slot. Cheers, man.

>>40163048
If they try to attack us, we can just ask "Do you think Yra will welcome you into the light if you attack the one he's blessed?"

>>40163102
SOME people. Not all.

Besides, she is still our mother. I doubt she'll stand by while someone attacks us. Also, we can use Yras blessing while fighting. See how they like that.

> All you guys have decided they won't listen for any reason. To the person who actually HAS the magic.

We just have to convince our mom to tone it the fuck down, anyways.

>>40163121
Dude... they are zealots, not believers. Big difference. Like a fan who loves a musician so much they go to his apartment and shoot him. Holy people in history were DISMEMBERED ALIVE on their death beds, so people could get holy relics first.

>>40163121
Better still, would Hitlermom allow them to hurt her power base?

>>40163176
Yes, and we just have to convince them that WE are the holy one, not our mother.

>>40163173
Yes and no, also I just want to get the adventure, why are we worrying about fixing our mother as a child, if we really want to we could always do the "returning messiah" schtick and fix it at the end, return as an adult, when no one can argue a lack of life experience. gain more blessings from more gods, if possible. which also improves our influence etc

>>40163208
If she thinks we're still doing Yra's will, then probably yes. She's a fanatic, too, not a politician.

>>40163236
Wouldn't matter we're a child we don't know what we're doing. Same problem with child kings and dowager queens.

>>40163252
Lets just do this. It sounds like the least headache. Sadly people will probably die in our abscence but such is the way of the world.

>>40163365

It's better than the current "people will listen because WE got blessed" "NO 'Bolds don't listen to children, pay attention" back and forth BS that's for sure.

>>40163252
Yeah, fuck it, let's go.

People keep bitching that we don't have a power base (despite most of the kobolds not being fanatics) and that our mom is impossible to talk to (despite her backing down before when we started freaking out.)

So, it looks like our uncle and probably our dad are going to burned as a sacrifice, while we escape with the Sylea and her baby to live as a hunted fugitive. That's cool, guys.

I mean, fuck talking our issues out with our mom, yeah? She's obviously a fucking psycho who just wants to use her child as a tool, and doesn't care about us at all.

>>40163480
Anon stop it with the passive-aggressive bulltshit.

>>40163480
Glad we're agreed.

>>40163498
I was pretty sure that was outright aggressive.

>>40163539
Oh, damn it...

>>40162702
You growl at Romani, flashing gilt claws that catch the light of the fire. She swallows, tail falling, and take a few steps down the hallway, out of sight. Out of fear, respect, or something else, you're not sure and you don't care. You turn back to your father, questions flowing from your mouth like a river. "But, how? And why? I mean, this is my home, right? And what about you? What about the rest of the family? What will I do about mom, and-"

Your father lays his hand on your head, shaking his head sadly. "You let me worry about the family, and wherever we are? That will be your home. In time we will come back here, but for now we must go along with your mother. Enough of your cousins are swayed by her wrong thinking that I think there would be trouble if there were dissent now. It may seem cowardly, but cowards live long lives." You tilt your head curiously, opening your mouth to further bombard him with questions, but he gently puts his hand on your chin and closes your mouth. "As to how, well, what better way than something your mother believes?"

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"I refuse!" Eyszha turns to you, wrath in her eyes as the flames burn behind her. Seated around the ring, several holding mining tools repurposed as weapons, are many of your cousins. You see few older cousins, and almost no older aunts or uncles, in the group gathered around the fire. "You are far too young to be away from the warrens!"

"It is the will of Yra, Eyszha! She has heard it. Who are you to refuse?" Your father snaps back, growling lightly at her. Several of your mother's throng growl in response, but they still with a gesture. She turns back to him, bearing her teeth just a bit before she speaks again.

>>40163579
"A pilgrimage? That's ridiculous! I need her here! WE need her here! She is small, and young!"

"Not so young that she cannot fight! Not so young she cannot do what she is called on to do!" He likewise bears fangs, refusing to back down. a few of your cousins nod their agreement, but cuffs and light growls from the others just as quickly silence them.

Your mother turns, crossing her arms over her chest and paces before the flames. She shakes her head, as if trying to reconcile two very distinct, very conflicting, ideas. "I will... I will not hear of it." She decides, nodding matter-of-factly before turning back to the two of you. You whimper and move to cower behind your father, but no. No, you have to stand proud and sure. Like Yra told you to do this. That's how you do it. Baltas told you that's how you sell a lie.

"You would bring the wrath of Yra upon us? Feed your kin to Gr-"

"Do not speak that accursed name!" She snarls, flecks of spittle flying from her lips as she glares murder at your father. He recoils, tail lowering in supplication. She keeps her gaze on him for a moment more, then nods. "Besides, she would travel alone. There are terrible things in the overworld, and one tiny kobold against the horrible things above-"

"She will not be alone."

A figure leaps into the center of the fire, cinders rising through spread claws, circling up amber legs and arms, fanning out through blond hair as the flames seem to caress the dragon girl standing amongst them. The kobolds recoil, growling and yelping as if burned themselves. Djanna steps forward through the ring, and behind her in the distance you see Sylea and Baltas looking on from a lower passage. The dragon girl approaches your mother, standing just at the level of her nose. Her eyes quiver with barely-suppressed fear, and you know that every fiber of your friend's being is telling her to run away, but she casts her eyes at you and seems to gain strength, turning her gaze back to your mother.

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Damn almost missed the thr-
Fuck me what happened here. It's on fire.
Guys don't get agressive about it, the last thing we need here is panicking

>>40163607
"I am Djanna, child of Sylea and Kartas, born of fire and beloved of Yra. Our kind since long ago have loved the flame, and thus love Ee-ra... Yra! Yra... and so I will protect his chosen." You look over to where Djanna's gaze keeps flicking, seeing her mother mouthing the words she's parroting.

Your mother growls, but looks between you, your father, the dragon girl, and her cowering followers. She glowers, but sighs as she hears mutters of assent from outside the ring of light.

"Very well... I can see now that it is the will of the Sun that my daughter journey from the darkness and see the ancient sacred places. But!" she snaps and glares at the dragon girl, who seems to have all her prior showmanship sucked from her in a breath. "You will bring my daughter back to me before the next cold season, and safe. Or your kind will answer for their negligence."

Djanna's eyes widen and she trembles, ready to shout a denial, but your gaze falls on Sylea and her own glare dwarfs the flame as she shakes her head. Djanna whines, swallows, and nods. Your mother returns the motion, and claps her hands. Two of the cousins rise from the fireside and come to her side, sitting behind her with long arms outstretched. "My daughter will be going. Gather the best of what the warren has and prepare her."

Thanks for joining us tonight, folks. Hope you all had fun. We'll pick it up either tomorrow or Tuesday. I'll be around for questions/comments/concerns for a bit after my shower.

>>40163630
Yes, buddy adventures go. I do hope Djanna's always just taller than us so we are always the short one, even if we are taller than everyone else.

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>>40163630
>Hope you all had fun.
Oh no.
this was no fun.
halp
what do
I confus

>>40163678
I can do that. Still don't know what that guy's issue was earlier about me Mary Sue-ing the dragon.

>>40163630
How fucked are we? Do mom really think she can beat a dragon?

>>40163739
100 kobolds vs 1 wounded dragon.

They might stand a chance.

>>40163630
Kind of pissed we didn't get to have a say in this

>>40163761
Except they'd have to deal with Baltas too, and he's no slouch.

>>40163815
We did. >>40162702

I apologize for starting a civil war, anons

>>40163839
Yeah, he was bitchslapping giant lizards the other thread

Well might as well list the points for each side of the argument there's really only two

"Were blessed people will listen to us more"
and
"Theyre zealots, and they will probably ignore a child, even a blessed on"

Both of these have their own logic, I will admit to being more on the "they wont listen side"
this is borne of personal experience and local culture. a good though extreme example would be if a 19 year old prodigy ran for president, would you vote for them, or their older opponent who is likely to have more life experience and education.

>>40163850
Np i mean the last part as in we didn't get to say anything in >>40163579
>>40163607
>>40163630
These, As in the players didn't have any option to tell mom how stupid she is being

>>40163873
Go and stand in the corner and think long and hard about what you've done.

>>40163815
we could always come back, say "piss off mom" and leave again, nothing forcing us to stay when we're an adult

>Huh I keep seeing this quest pop up maybe it doesn't-

>Happencon 1

>Well fuck me sideways the mother went religious hitler, the MC is god touched and apparently shit just got real serious real quick.

God damn OP I didn't think shit would be this serious from how adorable the pic was.

To think this can all be tied back to that lucky dice roll for Papa's healing miracle. I wonder how that anon feels now.

>>40163953
Dont worry anon, Im sure that the adorable fun times will come back once we get back to adventure.

>>40163953
Na if we hadn't healed him and he died she'd have gone nutters and still had us all leave, but maybe with a bit less zealotry

>>40163953
Conflicted since I was also the one who wanted to throw down against mom. I didn't expect so many fedora among the players thinking that religious people are always batshit insane.

>>40164099
I dont think all of them were fedoras, some were, certainly, others don't think a child would have political weight

>>40164099
Not fedora just from context clues we'd get little to no support. A child having something to say, or a place of power is just alien to their culture.

>>40164099
From what I could tell mummy still cared but she was really wrapped up in religious fever. It was possible to get around it but only temporarily at times by reminding her the "Chosen One" was her kid.

As for fedora time I'm kinda with >>40164173 here. No matter how much screaming you got MC to let off anything short of literally going Golden Sun chlid on them would fly straight over their heads or be ignored, especially if mother was on one of her moods. You'd be about as influential as a figurehead with a proverbial knife at your throat. Or more accurately probably daddy's if they wanted make sure you went along with it. I dunno if OP would be vicious enough to pull that though.

This was some crazy to read let me tell you. I should of clicked on this thread sooner.

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>>40163909
I hope our dad and uncle will be alright while we're gone.

>>40164275
If they aren't "piss off, mom" will be the most appropriate thing we could possibly say.

>>40164261
You could be forgiven for seeing the image, thinking "Eh. Furry shit." and moving on. Glad you're here now.

So this has totally given an excuse to always wear hand wraps around our paws. To hide the God marks that made our mom crazy.

>>40164484
Yup. Or kobold made gauntlets.

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I for one cant wait until we're another 40km away from this topic.

>>40164513
Bold Running, using Dragon as "weight training" because she it too slow.

>>40164509
This can either go Kung Fu, or delinquent child runaways/full seinen. The power is yours. Gauntlets, handwraps, fingerless leather gloves... Your call.