>>40200025
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>>40200025
>>It's okay, I'll be fine.

>>40200025
TIME FOR CUTE!!!

>Please stay with me...

>>40200025
>>It's okay, I'll be fine.
We are a big girl

>>40200025
>>It's okay, I'll be fine.
This quest is simultaneously one of the cutest and saddest ones on this board

>>40200025

>It's okay, I'll be fine.

>>40200025
>It's okay, I'll be fine.

>It's okay, I'll be fine.

>>40200025
>It's okay, I'll be fine.
Squeeze Djanna's hand.

>>40200073
4u

>>40200025
>It's okay, I'll be fine.

Mom is still mom, and while she's gotten a little wrapped up in her old god she hasn't done anything wrong yet.

>>40200025

> It's okay. I'll be fine.

Seriously, what the fuck happened with mom? She went from sort of anemic, depressed wolf to a full blown psychopath in less than an hour, and apparently took over a good chunk of the warren in the process.

>>40200138

Youd be surprised at how effective "Fire and Brimstone" preaching can be

We are a big 'bold. Remember, no crying until the end. Writing.

>>40200138
See Baltas' "She crazy" speech last thread.

>>40200138
She was a religious zealot forced to keep her religion suppressed, until she saw her daughter be favored by her god, and took it as vindication of everything she had been preaching before she had been shouted down for as a murderous loony.

Don't forget that the warren she came from was full-on ISIS and was described as more monster than kobold.

>>40200138
Bitches be cray

>>40200166

It's more the fact that her fervor gained immediate and apparently dangerous control of the warren. It makes everything feel really, really rushed but, eh, it's already happened.

>>40200138
>be devoutly religious
>see daughter perform miracles
Honestly, why WOULDN'T she go crazy?

>>40200223
>implying she hadn't already converted people subtly in the years leading up to full-crazy
>implying most of the new blood weren't just fence-sitters
>implying the last chunk are thinking anything much more than "man, I really don't feel like getting burned to death"

Reminder that mama is right.

Join the religion of peace

>>40200301
>Peace
top kek.

>>40200301
Sorry, We're athiest

>>40200223
Pretty much what >>40200274 said. Not to mention most of our "cousins" are actually brothers and sisters from previous litters with Us and Brother being the latest/last batch from Mom and Dad.

If Dad is out of commission it seems reasonable that kids would gravitate to their mother.

>>40200274

With no background details to even hint at this sudden transition, yes, it feels pretty rushed. I've seen worse, of course.

>>40200025
You give Djanna's hand a squeeze, and the dragon girl gives you an apprehensive look. You do your best to smile at her reassuringly. "Don't worry... I'll be fine." You're getting good at this 'deception' thing. She frowns slightly but steps away, moving to the mouth of the cave. Your mother catches her hand gently, causing the girl to jump like she'd been shocked. Eyszha leans in, whispering something in her ear. She nods, casts another look over her shoulder at you, and disappears into the cave with a flick of her tail.

Your mother crosses the floor of the cave to stand before you, an arm's-length away. You want to shout at her, demand answers, demand your mother back, but you manage to keep it all in for the moment. She whines a bit, her eyes moving to your tail and the set of your ears before returning to your eyes. Damn it, maybe you aren't as good at lying as you thought you were...

"Are you... all right, my love?" No! Of course you aren't all right! You're being strange, and everything is strange, and you're talking about moving everyone just before the cold season, and... and...

But no. No, Nadia, you have to be strong. You just nod, forcing your tail to relax and your ears to pop upright once more. Your mother eyes you critically for a moment before gesturing to the hearth. "Let's sit and talk for a bit. We will not see one-another again for some time, and I'm sure there are things you would like to know."

You nod quickly, moving to sit by the hearth cross-legged. Your mother returns to the cave entrance and whispers something to Nikolai, who practically barks "At once, Voice," before disappearing into the warrens.

>Write-In Questions

>>40200334
>what is a voice?

>Comes in
>Sees dogboldshit

Haha, oh wow. Quest faggotry has reached a whole new level. Go back to Fchan.

>>40200370
My first shitposter! I have truly arrived.

>>40200334

>Why are you the voice?

>>40200381
NO, don't feed it!

>>40200362
They're calling her the Voice of Yra. It's not like it's hard to figure out. Even Nadia could probably put 2 and 2 together what with how she was screaming about how she speaks for Yra.

>>40200334

> What did you say to Djanna? She looked scared.
> In fact, everyone seems scared. Are you going to hurt people once I'm gone?

>>40200234
>Sees daughter perform miracles while cloaked in divine light and marked by the symbol of the god she was made to stop worshiping.

She's kinda justified.

>>40200334
>Whats going to happen while I'm gone? Is everyone going to be here when I come back?

>>40200319
I'm new at this, so just out of curiosity, what kind of background details are you talking about? What would you have liked to see?

>>40200334
>Why are you insisting on being called Voice?
>What's with the stole?
>Why did you threaten Sylea?

>>40200334
Since she is now Voice, where has our mama gone?

Is she going to start a fight with the other gods now?

>>40200334
>What's voice? Why do you have to use me as an example....I'm just a kid.....Why were you being mean to Dad, uncle Baltas, Sylea and Djanna

>>40200428
And honestly, is it even justified to call her crazy? Fie at her for believing in a god that has LITERALLY JUST empowered her child!
Man, how DARE she take this as a sign to relocate to a certain place after the warrens are being swamped with insidious creatures?

Crazy mom did nothing wrong and is in fact the only sane one among us!

>>40200493
Remove slime kebab. Praise glorious Soviet sun.

>>40200505
Please don't turn this into lizard quest .2

>>40200334
How do I become stronger?

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>>40200334
We should hug our mom.

Even if she has gone Zealous, it isn't without backing. The warrens are in trouble, Nadia IS blessed by Yra, the only real problem is that she went power hungry.

>>40200493
I find people overreact a lot about this whole thing, she hasn't even done anything bad or particularly crazy beyond just having some renewed religious about her child, whcih she fought to keep alive despite being told its not gonna make it, literally doing divine miracles.

What I want to know is why everyone is assuming she's flipped immediately into fuzzy Hitler. She saw her daughter perform LITERAL MIRACLES, get marked by the symbol of the god she used to worship, and almost lost her husband. She rather logically takes this as a sign that everyone should move to where she used to live when she used to worship that god so that nobody gets eaten by tar monsters. She still seems to care for Nadia given that her argument for keeping her from leaving was that she didn't want her very young daughter going out into the world alone. She hasn't done anything beyond some Southern Baptist preaching and the only person who really spoke ill of her is Baltas, and I get the distinct impression that those two have never gotten along.

Mom did nothing wrong.

>>40200434

Well, you have been fast forwarding through the childhood at a somewhat breakneck pace. Having the transition of her into a full blown fanatic take a little longer than that very instant would be one thing you could have done. Other than that, showing her disturbing religious tendencies before hand in bedtime stories and the like, demonstrating that she has been building this into our siblings, maybe hinting that there was a bit of unrest in the warrens, enough support for her sudden rise to work out over a week, all of those small details help smooth the eventual transition.

As is, all I really got out of mom's character is that she was sickly, and maybe minorly religious, but not really more so than anyone else. This sudden snap transition feels unnatural because of that.

>>40200493
She's 100% right except for the part where she's being a bit of a dick about it. I'd say that Nadia's reaction is bullshit if she wasn't a reincarnation. As it is now, I'm just assuming that bits of modern day sensibilities are leaking through and coloring her perception of events.

>>40200570
You are correct, good sir. But 4chan can not into religion. To many fedoras in the crowd.

>>40200564
>>40200570
I'm going to laugh at you two when we eventually get back and we see the dead and rotting corpses of our dad, Uncle Baltas and Sylea hanging

>>40200598
You're sort of ignoring the parts where she tried to talk about religion and all of our relatives, especially dad, got nervous and snappy as fuck.

I'll admit it wasn't a substantial buildup and it was too subtle for how quick things went, but it was there.

>>40200612
They probably died because they insisted on livingin a dark cave full of flesh eating slime monster.

>>40200570

Listen, the reason her actions are concerning is because now there are "guards" everywhere, with weapons that they have made clear that they will use on other warren members if they speak out against The Voice. She has turned her home into a military state, threatened to attack and make the dragons pay dearly (ie. probably kill our adoptive, injured aunt) if things don't play out to her expectations. She hasn't done anything, and what she proposes is for the good, but it's clear that she'll take overly aggressive, dangerous means to achieve it.

Question time is closed, otherwise I'll be working all night on a single post. Writing.

>>40200570

Its not what she has done, so much as what she has threatened to do.

>>40200647

Like I said, there were some hints, just maybe not enough. If he considers leading details a bit more for next time, I think the story will flow better at the next sudden transition.

>>40200671
They are under siege by tar slimes, its kinda logical there would be guards around.
The worst that can be said about her is not taking no for a answer from the people who refuse toleave the warren, these people are delusional idiots because the warren is about to be overrrun by tar monster. I kinda agree with her not letting them die on their own stupidity.

>>40200713
>>40200671
>Dragon child wants to drag your Miracle worker daughter out into the Cold, Harsh world even though both of them are only weeks old and know nothing of the horrors out there.
>Away from her loving mother, father, and cousins
>Have her mother as leverage to make sure that the dragon one day comes back with your blessed baby

Yep, she sure is evil for doing what people have since the dawn of time. Leveraging a situation.

>>40200671
Which, with everyone threatened with death by horrible slime monster unless something is done quickly is a logical step. Yeah, she's gone kinda militant but thing have gotten exceedingly real and she seems to be trying to keep everyone safe. I'm just saying not to assume she's gonna start offing people for funsies.

Have you guys forgotten the bit where uncle baltas explained that her old tribe would put people to death if they believed something even slightly different?

>>40200749

Most people don't leverage with violence. also it was dad's idea, dragon child volunteered to go with us to help protect us.
our mother then said, if she didnt come back her mother would pay.

>>40200671
She only threatened her because she worried about her little daughter being dragged away into danger, thats perfectly understandable. She has neither done nor said anything actually bad sofar. At all.

>>40200768
I believe they have, Also let's not forget that we were going to get attacked by one of the fanatics for saying something to "Voice"

>>40200768
And I'm pretty sure she was gonna off Baltas.

>>40200768
How does that matter cknsidering she left that tribe and has not put people to death so trying to blame her for shit other people di, based on the biased account of someone who doesn't like her, is not a good argument.

>>40200796
>Implying he'd stick around
"Fuckdamn, you crazy-crazy! Eat tar shit, fucknado!"

>>40200787

attacked no, cuffed for being an uncomfortable child, yes

>>40200817
>attacked no, cuffed for being an uncomfortable child, yes
Uh no, The person was going to attack us with a weapon til Mom stepped in

>>40200817
Except if memory serves it was with club in hand.

>>40200809
Have you missed all the subtle little hints? she was more than a little threatening when asking us about baltas.

>>40200768
Even assuming Baltas wasn't exegerrating, how does them doing that mean she will do it?

>>40200768
I figure he's not being entirely accurate. It seems that those two just don't like each other.

>>40200779
Oh no a mother threatened that harm would befall someone if their child didn't return safe! This has never happened before!

>>40200782

She literally said, that the dragons would pay dearly is her daughter was not brought back. She threatened a practically new born's injured mother (someone known to be a friend to their family and practical god mother to her child) with torture as a means of ensuring obedience.

That's not to mention that Papa is freaking the hell out about the "guards" who are listening to his every conversation and have been made very clear as willing and ready to levy physical force against him or even the prodigal child herself if they act out of turn.

This is a fucked up situation, and rather irrational behavior. It's not the actions of a concerned mother. It's the actions of someone with sociopathic religious fervor given fuel to light a fire.

>>40200833
Because she was mad at him, going from that to "she will brutally murder him any moment now" is a bit hysterical.

>>40200809
She didn't leave for religion she left cause she had the hots for dad. Baltas and dad said she still had her religious crazy. Her guards are secret police listening in on every one, anyone against her gets attacked and probably burned at the stake . She's gone full zealot. She's threatening friends and allies with death over things they can't really control.

>>40200824
>>40200826

so because they didnt drop the club, they were going to use it? they have two hands anons. one can be used to whack a child. unless I'm remembering wrong and they were actually raising the weapon to hit us. In which case mom is using psychopaths.

>>40200896
Yes they were going to hit us with the club

EVEN IF the anons talking about blood and murder are overestimating, so are those of you saying everything will be fine, maybe things wont get hitler bad, but this is NOT a good situation right now, underplaying it is just as bad as overplaying it.

>>40200334
You're doing your best to keep calm, but even now you can't help it. You feel the beast between your jaws rise with a mighty fury, and-

No. You clamp your jaws down, and con-OW DAMN IT FUCK!

You whine and yelp, and your mom is on you in a heartbeat, gathering you into her arms and whimpering. Your tongue hurts like crazy, throbbing and you're pretty sure you taste blood. She presses her fingers gently to your cheeks, frowning. "Let me see..." Childish programming, or a desire to return to some semblance of normality, make you open your mouth and she tutts softly. "Careless child..." she whispers with worry and affection, reaching to her waist and pulling a small skin from a thong at her belt. She pulls out the stopper and hands it to you. "Rinse and spit. It will burn, but it will keep the tongue clean." You hesitate just enough to elicit a soft growl from her, but you oblige, taking a pull from the skin and oh gods and demons, that's beyond foul. You move to spit it out immediately, but your mother puts her hand to your lips. "Rinse, child!" You whine, but oblige, and when you spit it into the hearth, the flames flare up, the light banishing the shadows in the cave even if momentarily. Your tongue is numb, and your mouth burns a bit, as your mother takes the skin back.

"What... why are they calling you Voice?" you cough, sitting back down and looking at your mother with the rapt attention of a curious cub. Your mother settles across from you, back rigid and tail curled about her hips.

"Because that is what I am, Nadia. I am the voice of the gods. I speak their will to those who will listen."

"But you're mama..." you flatten your ears in confusion. Your mother laughs softly.

"Can I not be both? A miner may be a father, or may be a brewer, or a stoneworker. One thing may be many things, each important." Her tail thumps lightly against the cave floor in amusement. You sort of understand, but you wish she could just be mama...

>>40200858
Dude, you are the one going full crazy mode right now. You take a few agressive words and take it to mean she is going burn people at stakes.

Seriously, take deepbreath for a moment, take off your fedora and maybe you will realise her actions are completly understandable considering the very intense danger her family and waren is, and considering until she started with this thing they were completly willing to just die to tar monsters because they were too stubborn to leave.

Oh wow she got agressive when faced with her child being send into danger for no good reason, never happened before.

>>40200910
Oh she's definitely gone full dictator, I'm just saying that it's for the purpose of keeping everyone from getting eaten and not because she's a power hungry psychopath all of a sudden because religion bad!

>>40200896
They were going to club us for speaking out against the voice. Zealotry breeds psychopathy anon. Look at any religious extremist movement. Mom's gone full police stat dictator.


>>40200921
Anon I'm a Christian and proud of it, but I can read between the lines and see religious extremism when I can.

>>40200936
I'd say she's using the former as justification for the latter.

>>40200921
He will probably take his Fedora off once you do faggot

>>40200914
> I am the voice of the gods. I speak their will to those who will listen."
...okay yeah no she's gone off the deep end.

...I just wanted cutebolds, not religious discussion. Too much for me.

>>40200910
No one is saying she isn'z a bit over the top, its just a ridiculous exegeration to start talking about furry hitlers and burning people. She is just trying to get people out of a shitty situation and got a bit swept up in the excitement of it all, what with her child which she desperatly kept alive turning out to be a confirmation of her religious believes that everyone around her supressed for years on threatof driving her out into death of freezing and starvation.

>>40200979
Or that's just a fancy description of a cleric?

>>40200914
"And... and what about papa? And uncle Baltas? And Sylea? Why'd Djanna get scared when you said... um... 'they'd pay for their negliges...'" Your mother tilts her head curiously, then shakes her head with a sigh.

"'Transgressions,' my sunlight." You whine. No! It's snowflake...

"That! It sounded like you were gonna hurt her." Your tail curls into your lap, your ears flat as can be against your head.

"I don't want to. I am fond of Sylea, and her daughter. She is an old, dear friend to your father and your uncle, and thus to me. But!" There it is. There's that fire you don't like. You whine, and she clears her throat, spitting into the flame. "You are more precious to me. Her daughter is young, and timid. I did not want her to take the duties she adopted lightly."

You consider this for a moment. You think there's something you're not being told, but you can't quite tell what. You open and close your mouth a few times, trying to choose the right words, but in the end curiosity outweighs tact. "What did you say to Djanna?"

"Oh. Her mother passed a message to her guard. Said she would like to see her daughter before she departed in the morning. Did you think it was something worrisome?" Yes...

"You..." You whisper. You're afraid to ask, more because you know she'll be honest than because you fear retribution. "You aren't gonna hurt anyone, right?" Tears gather in the corners of your eyes. Your mother does not immediately reach out for you. There's a momentary hesitation before she gathers you into her arms, holding you close to her and pressing your cheek to her chest. Thu-thump... thu-thump... you know that heartbeat. Before you were born, you heard it, became intimately familiar with it. Your mother, the person who gave you life. She would never do anything bad... right?

>>40200988
I mean, it's better than sandwiches...

>>40201018
Clerics don't generally whip people into militant zealotry and forcefully suppress all dissent.

>>40200988
Its ok anon. Most of us came here for the cute. Most of us expected the cute. But the 4-5 anons that won't shut up and sit back down for the ride are ruining everything.

I swear stop with the Shadow-running, Fedora-tipping, and "muh Religion" guys. Its getting annoying and we are only 3 updates in and already in the 90s for post count.

>>40201039
They do when there's a necromancer about.

>>40201026
"I do not want to, love. They are all my kin... my family. They are more dear to me than the sun and the wind and the beating of my heart. But, you and your father are more so." You nuzzle against her, but there's something about the way she says that you're not sure you like. You whimper and she runs her fingers through your hair. "These caves are not safe. I have never liked them, and now the darkness has come to do us harm. There are those who do not want to come above with us, and want to stay below. I worry they may not be made to hear wisdom. If I must bring them above forcefully..."

You consider what she said for a moment, then frown, pulling back away from her. She lets you go, but keeps her hands on your arms, her eyes on yours. "Why are you being so mean?"

Your mother looks as if you'd cuffed her, eyes wide and mouth hanging open in shock. She looks for a moment as though she might cry, and you can't shrink down any further no matter how much you're trying. You whisper apologies as you tremble, looking every which way but at her. She finally, in a tremulous voice, speaks.

"I know you're only a cub, Nadia, and it must seem like I'm being monstrous... but think about things for a moment. There are terrible things down here in the dark. There are slimes, and horrible things in the flowstone, and who knows what else might come for us? The people of the city know where we are. If they decide they don't want to trade for our ore any longer... if they want it all for themselves... there are a lot of things in this world that threaten us. Better we not stay where we are trapped, right? But our kin don't like to listen to wisdom. There is the way things have been done, and only that. To make a new cave, you must carve out the old. Do you understand?"

>I guess...
>No! You make it sound like everyone hates us...

>>40201039
Well, that depends on their god.

>>40200535
Too late for asking that, praising is inevitable now.
But at least no basking.
Hopefully.

>>40201057
>No! You make it sound like everyone hates us...

"A young cousin steps forward, armed with a mattock, and looks ready to yell at you before Eyszha snarls. "

I dont think they were going to use a mattock on a child anons. they were going to berate us for pulling away. not murder us.
Mother is being a very fervent religious leader. it may not be positive but its happening. She has her beliefs. they just arent friendly after hiding them for so long. Things can and will improve. we only have to return once. and then we can be old enough to decide for ourselves/

>>40201057
>I guess...

>>40201048
It'll all be fine once we can leave with our best-friend/sort-of-sister. We can go on fun adventures and stop caring about mom and her crazy.

>>40201057
Now, here's how it can go down: I don't mind discussion. I like that you're all getting so involved in this. Honestly, I'm shocked all to Hell and back the game lasted beyond thread one, given my track record with keeping things going. But, it's getting a bit hard to follow things with the arguing, and I'm the damned QM. Can we curb it until the end of the thread, at least? Please?

>>40201057
>No! You make it sound like everyone hates us...

>>40201057
>I guess...

>>40201057
>I guess...
Just so long as she doesn't try to create a kobold caliphate.

>>40201057
>I guess...
>But isn't there a nicer way to tell them that?

>>40201057
>I guess...
But... Why do you have to force people to leave? Can't you let the ones that want to stay stay?
It seems unfair to them...

>>40201057
>>No! You make it sound like everyone hates us...

>>40201057
>>You make it sound like everyone hates us...
Neither confirm nor deny her paranoia, just ask her to explain more

>>40201057
>I guess...but maybe you could try to be nicer about it? Everyone's gotten scary...

>>40201057
>I guess...

Not that hard to understand. Tar monsters are eating people here. We should leave. We don't have time to waste arguing with people who don't want to due to said tar monsters.

>>40201057

> I wanted to protect things.
> That's all I thought about when Yra gave me powers.
> You, papa, everyone, I wanted to protect all of you.
> So, I don't want you to hurt people. It'll make me and probably Yra sad.

>>40201102
Christ, please, this.
The player base here is salty as fuck.

I just wanna get out and adventure with dragon-sis

>>40201057
>I guess...
Can we tell her that she flat out isn't allowed to hurt Sylea? or uncle?

>>40201102
I'd love to. You may have to pull in some meta to end it though

>>40201057
>I guess...
>Can you promise me that you will stop this again once everyone is safe?

Can we, like, try to pray to Yra and ask if he's actually talking to mama or not?

If he says yes, maybe we can try to get her to lighten up a bit because it's not like she's totally wrong aside from being an ass.
If he says no, well that's a whole new can of worms.

>>40201102
THE QM HAS SPOKEN!

Shut the fuck up you butt-hurt salty anons! Atleast until the thread ends.

>>40201168
I like this.

>>40201168
You don't really know HOW to pray, and even more so you don't know if he'd answer. Of course, there's somebody right here you could ask.

>>40201102
I was actually going to ask if we could get a meta confirmation if mom was Silent Hill Cult crazy, or just Martial Law Dictator crazy to get this shit to stop.

>>40201168
We can already pretty much assume he isn't, she basically told us she just says this to make these people listen to her when shw says that caves full of flesh eating slimes are bad.
Because the logic of that doeyn't occur to them on its own evidently.

>>40201168
Technically she hasn't claimed to be talking to him yet.
Mostly, she's using it to strengthen her already existing argument of "we need to leave."

My problem with mom is that she's gooing around claiming to be the Voice of Yra when we're the one with the fucking marks and powers. We're the one blessed by the god, not her.

>>40201203
I mean, that's fair. Theres a lot of body language to pick up on that you can't really convey through text.

>>40201057
Please include these
>>40201122
>>40201133
>>40201150

>>40201084
>>40201103
>>40201127
>>40201128

>>40201093
>>40201110
>>40201114
>>40201122
>>40201126
>>40201133
>>40201134
>>40201150

Looks to me like "I guess..." wins it, but I'll take your write-ins and incorporate them.

>>40201225
It's a title. Like Bishop, Cleric, Cardinal, etc. She's not claiming to literally be the not!Metatron.

>>40201203
Do you really want to be spoonfed answers, man? I mean, I can, but you have to be really, REALLY sure.

>>40201256
I for one would rather just have things revealed naturally through the story. No spoonfed answers please.

Rolled 72 (1d100)

>>40201256
>>40201225

No spoonfed answers, we'll just get more metagaming and people will start to expect it every time. We'll figure out what we think of mom on our own.

>>40201256
I just want people to stop assuming she's going to paint suns on the wall with dad's entrails as soon as we leave when there's kind of no solid evidence that she's anything more than someone who's going to save people whether they like it or not and she doesn't have the time or inclination to be nice about it. But, I don't suppose stopping shadowruns is a superpower you have so I'll deal with it.

>>40201304
Oh, that I can confirm. Entrails make horrible paint. She'd use the blood.

Anyway, writing!

>>40201304
>I see you've... Um... Put up some new decorations.
>Is that a spleen?

>>40201372
>that spoiler
I know you are joking man but please. You tell them to calm down and then you throw fuel on the fire.

>>40201372
Seriously.
I mean, unless you pulp it, then thin it down, probably in some sort of juice. The acid helps to dissolve it, after all.

>>40201372
You should know better than to make that joke. Shame on you.

>>40201386
I don't blame him.
It's quite amusing to watch people be so scared for their cutebold.

>>40201372
Cheeky QM is cheeky

>>40201381
Nah its liver, spleen clashed with the colour.

>>40201386
Not really, he just said a solid organ makes terrible paint. so technically he was correct.

>>40201372
In all sincerity, what >>40201386 said. You're giving mixed signals.

>>40201430

Listen, if you can't see that he's hinting "something bad will likely come of your mother's tendencies", then you should really re-read the quest. It might be mom Hitler, it might not, but it's clear that something is going to happen.

>>40201057
"Well... I guess... but isn't there a nicer way to do it?" You curl up against your mother, nuzzling into the crook of her arm. You aren't such a small pup any more that you can crawl into her lap, but you can still cuddle up with her, arms around her. She puts her own arm around your shoulders, her tail around your waist. You're a bit more at ease, but still not completely so. Your mother whines affectionately, nuzzling your ear.

"You are a kind child. Too kind for this world, I think sometimes. But, I had tried. I have never liked this place. It smelled wrong to me." Huh? It never smelled bad to you... "The family has lived here for a long, long time. The Uncles do not want to move, and the Aunts will stay with their mates... the cousins with their parents, and so the rest of the family with them. We are not so strong a people that Uvu takes many of us. What lies beyond these caves would make swift work of us, a snack at most." You shudder, thinking back to your first meeting with Sylea, and the horrible images that flashed through your mind when you imagined her eating you. "Best we stay together, and when the many of us expect to stay together in one place..."

You nod, sort of understanding, you think? You'd never thought about the family being anything but family, or home behing anything but home. All of this was, frankly, making your head hurt. "And what about the ones who want to stay? Can't th-"

"Out of the question!" She barks quickly, and you flinch away from her. She whimpers softly and nuzzles at you again. "Sorry... sorry, my light, sorry." Snowflake! "But I will not let my kin's stubborn stupidity and wrong-thinking lead to their harm. It will not do for even one of them to be harmed."

>>40201430
I'll do what makes the best story, but don't worry. I won't arbitrarily kill anyone. It will be foreshadowed, and you'll have a chance to stop it. You can copy this, and throw it back in my face if I ever fuck up.

>>40201495
Harm... harm! You pull back quickly and look her right in the eyes, setting your jaw and tilting your ears back with your earnestness. "You can't hurt Sylea. Or... or uncle Baltas! Or..."

She nods, waving a paw lightly. "I promise you, as Yra burns away the dark, I will not harm them... but you must promise me you will return before the next cold season."

>I promise, mama.
>Why? What's so important?
>Write-In

>>40201524
>M'kay, momma. Is something gonna happen then?

>>40201524
>I promise, mama.

After all cold season is a year away. We have Plenty of time. INB4 Cold season is in a couple of days because "LOL far from the equator, its always cold here"

>>40201524

> Why? What's so important?
Also (>>40201148)

>>40201524
>Why? What's so important?
>And quit calling me that....I'm your snowflake!

>>40201555
Oi! I'm a cheeky cunt, not a pedantic asshole.

>>40201524
>I promise, mama.
>But what's so important?

>>40201561
This.

>>40201524
>Why before the cold season?

>>40201524
Looks like a bit of both wins it.

And >>40201558, don't worry. I'm incorporating it, just wanted to wait a moment.

Rolled 85 (1d100)

>>40201561
Seconding this

>>40201524
>I promise, mama.
>Why? What's so important?
Though I do wonder at dad sending us away if mom getting her ISIS on isn't something to be too worried about.

>>40201524
>I promise, mama.

>>40201641
Well, he never did say he was sending you away because of mom.

>>40201641
Because some time away from glowing, miracle performing evidence of how she was right all along might help her calm down? I dunno, just a guess.

>>40201561
>>40201524
Backing

>>40201575
>Cheeky cunt
Now, there's one I'll never understand.
I mean, cheeky asshole makes sense, as does lippy cunt.
But, cunts don't have cheeks.
Unless you're incredibly fat.

>>40201641
My guess?
Fuck reasons, let's go adventure.

>>40201661
Question: is the pack still gonna be here when we get back, or will they have moved?
This is important to know.

>>40201679
Isn't that just temporary, since she'll presumably get worse again when we do come back from our "pilgrimage"?

>>40201724
I don't think they'll still be in the same cave full of flesh-eating, stone-melting slimes next year, anon.

>>40201737
Or the shock of her daughter developing divine powers and her husband getting maimed and nearly dying will have worn off and she'll be a lot calmer in general?

>>40201724
That may be why she wants us back soon, she wants to be at least getting prepared to leave by then

>>40201524
"I promise, mama, but... why before the cold season? Is something gonna happen then?"

She smiled and laid her hand on your head, smoothing your hair lightly. "Well, my light-"

You growl softly in your throat, high-pitched and with more than a bit of a whine. "Snowflake! I don't like being called 'light' or 'sunbeam' or... or..." Your tail shoots straight out behind you in frustration, and your mother sighs softly and holds you close with her arm.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry... I didn't realize you felt so strongly about it. Of course you are my little snowflake as well as my light... precious, unique, no other like you, but burning with so much energy..." You're not quite sure how to feel about that description, but hearing the old familiar name takes the kink out of your tail, at least, and you settle back against her as she smoothes your hair. You sit together in silence for a moment, a branch cracking in the hearth. You find your voice, and clear your throat.

"You really just wanna help the family?" Your mother makes a noise of assent in her throat and nods.

>>40201809
"When... when I glowed... all I wanted was to protect Sylea and Djanna, an' when I healed Papa, I just wanted to help him. That's all I could think about; how I didn't want them to be sad, or hurt. I think... I think the family getting hurt would make Yra sad. I know it'd make me sad..." You hunch over beside your mother, and the older kobold whines and turns, putting her other arm around you and hugging you tight. You feel tears in your eyes and you bury your face in her chest, clinging to her tightly.

"Yra is not all flame and fury, you know, love. What does the light do?"

You say nothing, but your ears twitch in curiosity. Your mother nuzzles against the top of your head. "Light keeps the dark away. The bad things that live in shadow, people who do wicked things, everything that is bad in the world is repelled by Yra. He is not just an avenger, but a protector. I think that is why he loves you as I do. You were faced with horrible creatures, and instead of running or being afraid, you fought to protect a mother and her child. You are a little hero, my tiny l- snowflake."

>Uh-uh... I'm not...
>Yeah... I kinda am, huh...
>Write-In

>>40201828
>Uh-uh... I'm not..
>Wag tail happily.

>>40201828
>Uh-uh... I'm not...

>>40201828
>>40201853
This

>>40201828
>>Uh-uh... I'm not...
>Hug Mama

>>40201828
>>40201853
Seconding

>>40201828
>...does that mean I can do cool things and help people n stuff? Do I haveta start telling stories about me? I'm not good at telling stories yet...

Trying to get a bit more levity in this.

>>40201853
This is absolutely adorable.
Be sure to blush and hide our face, too.

>>40201828
Humble 'bold with a double-side of cute wins it. Writing.

>>40201828
Your tail becomes a living thing, slapping against the floor, and the bedrolls, and your mother, and the your mother again, and the hearth, and the- wow, you really can't control this thing. You feel color rising in your cheeks, your ears twitching as you press your face into your mother's shoulder, whispering about how you're totally not a hero, and you didn't do anything special. You practically bounce up and down in your seat at your mother's praise, though, and your grip around her chest tightens as she laughs.

"My my... I never thought I would see you bashful..." Has her blouse caught fire? Because you're pretty sure the heat in your cheeks could set cloth alight by this point. A sudden thought crosses your mind and you pull back, practically leaping to your feet and bouncing in place.

"..does that mean I can do cool things and help people 'n stuff? Do I hafta start telling stories about me? I'm not good at telling stories yet..." you clench your fists tightly in front of you, bent forward and looking at your mother with a mix of apprehension and sheer, unbridled excitement. She laughs loudly despite herself, and from the mouth of the cave you hear another, deeper chuckle. You balk and look, seeing Nikolai seated where he had been before your mother came in, a basket beside him. Okay, no, you indeed cannot vanish on the spot, although you did try your absolute best. Your mother rises and takes your paws in hers with a grin.

"Nadia, my love... you will help your family, and keep them safe. Worry little for the others outside the warrens... and your stories will live with us for years and years to come. Nikolai, the basket!" The uncle nods and rises, carrying it in and offering it to your mother. She takes it without another word to him, waving a paw dismissively, and he returns to his post. You wag your tail curiously, peeking over the top of the vessel. Inside is a small pile of gilt and crimson, the golden threads shining in the firelight.

>>40202173
You wag your tail as your mother sets the basket down, lifting it out. "I had worried that I had lost this. When we were moving to the high cave, I found the bundles I had brought with me from my home, and thankfully it was lost no more."

She gives it a shake with a flourish, and a heavy coat with broad sleeves hangs before her, tall as your mother and just a bit taller than you. Gold buttons run the length of the breast, with the bottom half hanging open. She looks at it for a long moment with a sigh before passing it to you. You take it in both hands, a moment of confusion before dawning realization comes upon you. You whisper "For me?"

Your mother nods. "The cold times are coming, and our fur is thick but not in all the places it could be. You will need this, I think. I wore it when I came to these warrens with your father, so many years ago."

>I can't!
>It's so pretty... thank you!
>Write-in

Brief break for supper. I'm sorry if I got a bit heavy-handed about the arguing earlier. Feel free to talk amongst yourselves, and I'll be back soon.[/spoiler.]

>>40202200
>It's so pretty... thank you!

>>40202200
>It's so pretty... thank you!

>>40202200
dude, don't be sorry. Sometimes anons need a smack on the head before they get in line.

>>40202200
>>I can't!
>Tail attempting to become helicopter
>It's so pretty... thank you!

>>40202200
>It's so pretty... thank you!

>>40202200
>It's so pretty... thank you!

>>40202200
>It's so pretty... thank you!
>Wagging Intensifies

>>40202271
This. While body wag incoming.

>>40202200

> Be too embarrassed for words at first
> Start to mutter a rejection, because we don't want to get it dirty.
> Then just say thank you while wagging tail

>>40202200
"I love it! Thank you!" You wag happily a moment before your mother's hands close around your neck.

"I'll see you're buried in it, then!' You struggle, but it's no use. The last thing you see before you pass out is your mother's psychotuc grin.

>Gained 1x Hue
>Total 3 Hue

>>40202515
Hue you're banned from Re quests til you WRITE THE DAMN SMUT!

>>40202200
And we're back! Sorry for the break. Writing now.

>>40202665
It's so pretty... you shake your head quickly, but your tail wags a lot more vigorously. "I... I can't... it..." Your tail has begun to move your hips about left and right, the wag moving through you. Your hands shake with excitement, and you just can't bring yourself to refuse the gift. A smile begins to take over your face, your eyes sparkling as your ears twitch about. What's making that excited yipping noise? Oh... well, that's embarassing.

You throw the coat over your arms, the long tails falling neatly around your tail and legs. The arms seem too loose, but with your paws shoved through the cuffs, they stay in place for the most part. "I love it! Thank you thank you thank you!" You throw your arms around your mother, practically levitating in place between your excitement and the motion of your tail. Again, you're reminded of video games, but you're not quite sure why. Your mother laughs, infected by your happiness, and pulls you off her with a kiss to your brow. She sets about showing you how all the little straps and buckles work, cinching it up around your upper arms, and tightening it about your chest and waist so that it holds close to you. It feels tight, somewhat restricting, but very warm. Almost like you're wearing a blanket. With a blush, you realize it's the first piece of clothing you'd ever worn... well, in this life... and the first thing you've ever owned all your own. Your heart is pounding fit to burst from your chest as you wriggle about under your mother's attention. She pulls something else from the basket that catches the light, and holds it up for you. You look at it and wow, there's another kobold in there! Oh... oh, wow. No, you're just really dumb. Like, really.

Gtg now for the doctors, Hope your still running in about an hour!

>>40202939
You gingerly reach out and take the simple square of polished silver, staring transfixed at your own reflection before you hold it out at arm's length, angling it so you can get a full look at yourself in the coat. The bright crimson and gold shines like flame in the silver, and your white-gold fur caps it giving your tall, skinny body the appearance of a bonfire. You whine a little, not quite sure how to feel about the comparison, before your mother takes the mirror back. "You are lovely, Nadia. Like a winter rose."

You open your mouth to object, but she shakes her head, setting the mirror aside and pulling a pair of leather trousers from the basket. These are new, well-oiled, and stitched tightly with strong thread. Next, a wool blouse, all insurance against the cold. For the first time, it really strikes home: You'll be leaving. You'll be away from your family. For a moment, you want to come clean, to tell her you lied about the pilgrimage, but something stops you. What if she reacted poorly? Took it out on papa? Or Baltas? You were so caught up in the moment that you forgot. You whine, your tail drooping. Your mother tilts her head. "What is it?"

>I'm scared...
>Nothing, mama.
>Come clean.

>>40202961
Nothing serious, I hope. I should be here still. Safe drive!

>>40202969
>I'm scared...

>>40202969
>>I'm scared...

>>40202969

> I'm scared...

>>40202961
>>40202992

It's the ass cancer again, it spreads through monstergirl quests like wildfire

>>40202969
>Nothing, mama.
>Just... I'll miss you all whilst I'm away...

>>40203064
>whilst
Shakespeare bold.

>>40203110
They wouldn't shake their spears! It could loosen the tips!

>>40203121
damn, that is a shitty spear.

>>40202969
While it's not quite a lie, it's not quite the truth either. d100 to deflect.

>>40202969
>I'm scared...
I'm really leaving...

Rolled 34 (1d100)

>>40203142

Rolled 27 (1d100)

>>40203142

Huh. Alrighty, here goes.

Rolled 71 (1d100)

>>40203142

Rolled 97 (1d100)

>>40203142

...oh yeah. Roll under.

Damnit, I got scared again.

>>40203165
Pass. Writing.

For the record, I called for the roll because while "I'm scared" is technically true, it's more because you're scared about Mom going full Kali Ma on Papa for cooking up the "pilgrimage" BS than because you're leaving. Just in case it was unclear why I was calling for a roll.

>>40203212
Nah, that made sense.

By the time we done with the whole thing, it'll probably be closer to true than false.

>Blessings of Yra: Beloved of the sun god. (+HEAT/COLD RESISTANCE)
Yra gives us cold resistance. Mom gives us a coat.

Does she doubt the power of Yra!?

>>40202969
"I'm scared..." you whisper, twisting your fingers in the cuffs of the coat. "I'll miss everyone, and it's the first time I'll have been away from home, and... and..." Your mother lays a hand on your head, then moves it to your shoulder. You look up at her and she's not smiling. She looks at you with a serious expression, and you suck in a breath.

"Nadia, listen to me. You are... you are a pup. My pup. You are young for this journey, but if Yra has willed it, you must do it. There is a reason, and it is not to us to know just why. You will have Djanna with you, and while she's young, she's a dragon. She is strong, and will help keep you safe. This journey will be good for both of you, and when you return, you will be able to live the rest of your days surrounded by family. We will welcome you with open arms, our returning light." She kisses your brow softly, but as you reach out to hug her, she slips away with a shake of her head. You whine softly, but look down at your feet. She reaches into the pocket of her apron and pulls something from it, suspended on a leather strap. It's a small amber pendant, with a strange symbol etched on it. It looks messy, like somebody scratched something into it, then scratched something else over top of it.

"What's that?" you ask despite yourself as she steps forward, binding it about your neck and slipping it under the neckline of your blouse. Your mother lays her hand over it, feeling your heart beat.

"This is our mating talisman, your father and I." You tilt your head curiously, and your mother blushes and folds her ears back. Huh... weird. Why's she acting like a cub? "When we were bound, before we came here, my old warren had a tradition. We had marks, each of us. Like symbols for our names. When your father and I were mated, our shaman scratched his mark over mine on this piece of amber, and it was meant to bind us forever. I want you to carry it with you, so that you always have us both close to your heart."

>>40203552
You feel tears rise in your eyes, your breath hitch in your throat, and this time your mother lets you embrace her.

======================

You wave, your mother and father standing before the cave, flanked by a majority of your cousins, Sylea, and Baltas. Your mother watches stoically, your father's paw upraised with the palm facing behind him - a gesture of farewell, but calling you back as well. Baltas stands with his arms crossed, eyes narrowed in the morning light. You feel the weight of the dagger he'd forced on you against your hip, hanging from the heavy leather belt that Sylea had given you, as well as the weight of the pack against your back. Djanna sniffles in the cold, but you think the weather has nothing at all to do with it as she waves vigorously to her mother. The elder dragon simply leans on her crutch, face impassive, though you think you catch the barest quiver in the dragon's lip. The cousins call blessings out to you, encouragement for your journey, or playful chides which elicit laughter from the others. You don't see your brother among them. You question it for a moment, but it wasn't as though you were terribly close to one-another. Finally, you round a bend in the "road" - really, just a foot trail less snowbound than the rest of the hills - and the mouth of the cavern is out of sight. You sigh and lower your arm, steeling your heart. Djanna sniffles again, burrowing deeper into the simple leather jacket she wore, steam rising from her hands where they hang at her sides.

"So... w-where to now, Nadia?"

>North, to the forest. There is a shrine deep in the woods, and that tower looked kind of interesting.
>South, to the frontier border. I want to get as far from here as possible.
>East, to the mountains. Across the Skyteeth lies a new land.
>West, to the city. I'm curious.

>>40203572
>>North, to the forest. There is a shrine deep in the woods, and that tower looked kind of interesting.

Is a map possible?

>>40203572

> North, to the forest. There is a shrine deep in the woods, and that tower looked kind of interesting.

>>40203622
I've got a crappy one on my phone. Just a second. I don't have a tablet or any art skills, so bear with me.

>>40203572
>East, to the mountains. Across the Skyteeth lies a new land.

New places, new things. I'm intrigued. (I hope I didn't just pick the Hard Route.)

>>40203572
>>North, to the forest. There is a shrine deep in the woods, and that tower looked kind of interesting.

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>>40203622
Not to scale.

>>40203572
>East, to the mountains. Across the Skyteeth lies a new land.

Yay mountains.

>>40203572
>South, to the frontier border. I want to get as far from here as possible.

>>40203572
Alright, what's the brother scheming? He isn't going to end up the BBEG is he?

>>40203572

>North, to the forest. There is a shrine deep in the woods, and that tower looked kind of interesting.

>>40203705
Pretty sure he's gonna follow us wearing a coat made out of scavenged potato sacks.

>>40203705
Presumably he's sulky about the fact that not only are we the chosen one and have just been lavished with affections but also the fact we had a growth spurt and overtook him height-wise.

To the tower, see the city, buy supplies and head south? does that sound like a plan to anons?

>>40203572
>North, to the forest. There is a shrine deep in the woods, and that tower looked kind of interesting.

>>40203705
That'd be cliche, lame and otherwise annoying. I doubt it.

>>40203744
Replace South with East and sure. I figure that we'd need to stop by the city eventually.

>>40203758
Yes. You're right. Totally cliche. Just going to tear a few pages out of the notebook here...

Since this is a relatively important vote, I'm going to give it a few more minutes for discussion and decision.

>>40203791

I suppose I shouldnt have added east or south really, for some reason i didnt see the east option.

so more along the lines of immediate area/region, city+supplies, vote on which ADVENTURE to go on

>>40203815
Plot twist our brother is blessed of gra? or whatever the god of the deep's name is.

>>40203572
>>North, to the forest. There is a shrine deep in the woods, and that tower looked kind of interesting.

>>40203572
>East, to the mountains. Across the Skyteeth lies a new land.

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>>40203815
Here's a gif for this situation Lotus

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North, to the forest:
>>40203596
>>40203626
>>40203682
>>40203717
>>40203749
>>40203867

East, across the mountains:
>>40203667
>>40203690

South, running away from creepy commune:
>>40203702

>>40203869
Filename related.

>>40203898
I dunno, seems pretty close. Writing.

>>40203842
I assumed you'd hit the notables in the region first, this was just a decision as to where to go first.

Gimme a d10 for RANDOM ENCOUNTERS!

Rolled 5 (1d10)

>>40203935

Rolled 1 (1d10)

>>40203935
Ahh, gotcha. Yeah, let's get the (hopefully) beginner dungeon out of the way, then hit the town.

>>40203946
Well, that's underwhelming. Ah, well.

>>40203957
34 seconds too late. You could have found god. No, literally!

Wait, it was a single roll?

>>40204002
For random encounters, yeah.

>>40204002

When you roll for events most qms take the first, this is mostly because there not "better" in the same sense as attack or defense rolls

>>40204028
>>40204030

...Huh. The more you know. M'kay. And here I was feeling proud of myself. Wasted a roll.

>>40204030
Well, technically on random event rolls lower is better.
But, if it was best of three, we'd never get anything nasty, and then never get stronger.

>>40204095
Shit, now I want to roll a 9

Rolled 10 (1d10)

>>40204108
I wanna roll a 10.
Evil army get.

>>40204108
No you don't. You really, REALLY don't.

>>40203572
"North, I suppose. We should at least look at these shrines, and... honestly, I don't know where else to go..." Djanna nods, more than content to follow your lead for now, as you both set off along the path wending its way through the hills. As morning winds on to noon, you're almost overwhelmed by everything around you. The sun is bright overhead, more than any of the lanterns, the bonfire, the flowstone, the little chips of bright lights in the stone, any of it! And all the clear blue above, well, comparing it to a cup of water doesn't do it any kind of justice. It goes on forever, bright and pure and clear! And the breeze... even if it makes you shiver from the chill, you'd never felt the wind through your hair before, and with each gust you can't help but laugh as it tickles you. Djanna calls after you as you dash ahead, plowing through a snowbank just for the joy of it, sending the wet whiteness scattering and-

Something darts from the bank as you plow through, and your ears and tail immediately perk up as the little thing dashes away from you. You don't know why, but...

>CHASECHASECHASECHASE!
>It looks too fast...

>>40204134
Well, you just summoned Gra to the mortal realm. Are you happy? You got the Lord of the Dead out of the bath.

>>40204028
>>40203981

As a word of advice, never tell players what they missed and how it could have been better than what they are getting. It's a terrible practice that will only leave them dissatisfied with whatever it is they are getting. Like, in this case, whatever you write that isn't meeting god is kind of shit by comparison.

>>40204135
>CHASECHASECHASECHASE!
SQUIRREL!

>>40204135

>CHASECHASECHASECHASE!

You may need to decrease the range of difficulty of your random encounter rolls just a wee bit.

>>40204135
>CHASECHASECHASECHASE!

>>40204135

> CHASECHASECHASECHASE!

>>40204160
You fucking kidding me?
I'd prefer chasing a rabbit any day.
Way more fun

>>40204155
Ewwwwww, he's all pruny...

>>40204183
This.

>>40204135
>CHASECHASECHASECHASE!

>>40204135
>>CHASECHASECHASECHASE!

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>>40204135
>CHASECHASECHASECHASE!

We chase

>>40204135
>CHASECHASECHASECHASE!

Rolled 65 (1d100)

>>40204135
NONE SHALL ESCAPE US!

d100 for pursuit, please.

Damn.
This is a close one.
Might want to roll for a tiebreaker.

Rolled 9 (1d100)

>>40204257

>>40203758
>>40203815
Alright, that's a relief. But will he at least make another appearance? I fell as if he should have a larger role in the plot, considering he is our brother, after all.

Rolled 47 (1d100)

>>40204257

Rolled 10 (1d100)

>>40204257
Gotta go fast

Rolled 29 (1d100)

>>40204257
Fuck this fucking fucker.

>>40204282
Without giving away too much, yes, you'll see him again.

>>40204276
You are, indeed, going fast. Writing.

>>40204303
He's gonna be an avatar of a different god, isn't he?
Rival brother is go?

>>40204135
Djanna calls out for you to come back, but you don't listen as you cackle maniacally, taking off after your prey immediately. Your oversized paws work as snowshoes, giving you traction and power through the compact white blanket. The dark blur picks up speed, squeaking in fright as you gain on it. Hah, you wish! You're mine! Mine! You lunge and dive, grabbing ahold of it and rolling through the snow as the little creature struggled in your arms. You hold it aloft, laughing joyously at the glee of the hunt. You breathe heavily, your heart pounding, as you take a look at your prize. It's a fat black creature, heavily furred but for a long white stripe running the length of it from its nose down it's back and along it's long, bushy tail. Wait a minute... black fur, white stripe, curly tail... didn't uncle Baltas tell you a story about these things once?

You hear Djanna shout out to you as the thing in your hands hisses, raising its tail aloft just as Djanna runs up to you, her claws sinking into the snow up to mid-calf.

>Drop it!
>Hold it tight!
>Kill it! We eat well tonight! (But, you can't cook...)
>Write-in!

>>40204276
I thought we were a dog-bold, not a hedgehog-bold

>>40204333

Thats enough cliches for the evening anon lotus, you should probably start erasing

>>40204425
>Write-in!
Aim it away from us.

>>40204425
Throw it, far.

Rolled 36 (1d100)

>>40204425
>Squeeze its neck til it breaks.

>>40204425

> Write-in
Aim it away from us.

>>40204425
>Chuck that Fucker as far away from you as possible.

>>40204425
Aim tale away from us kill it.

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>>40204425
>Write-in!
Aim it away from us.
then
>Kill it! We eat well tonight! (But, you can't cook...)

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>>40204425
Mistakes were made!

Throw it as far as possible.

>>40204425
Aim has it at four to three, but FINAL DESTINATION TIME

>Kill
>Don't kill

>>40204579
>Kill
Crush. Kill. Destroy.
I realise this invalidates my FD vote.

>>40204579
>Kill

>>40204579
>Don't kill
Skunks stink up the place when they die.

>>40204579
>>Don't kill

>>40204579
Don't kill.

>>40204579
dont kill, skunks be stanky

>>40204604
>>40204621
Can't count these, guys. Vote option only. Sorry. Still tied.

>>40204579
>>Don't kill

>>40204579
>Don't kill

>>40204579
>Don't kill

>>40204627
>>40204648
>> means he can't count it, geniuses.

>>40202992
Nah just had to get my eyes checked, I'm back now so no worries

>>40204579

>>40204614
Kill

>>40204670
>>40204692
Don't kill

Mercy or inexperience? Writing.

>>40204741
Experience. Skunk zombies are vicious.

>>40204425
You look the thing in it's eyes as Djanna runs up to you. It glares murder at you and its whole body clenches. Huh, now what did Baltas tell you abOH GOD! You quickly turn your back on your companion, aiming the beast away as a spray of oily fluid flies from it's backside, the acrid, burning stench making your nose spasm and your tongue flop out of your mouth as you start gagging. Djanna stops short of you, leaning forward with her hands on her hips and panting. "You... don't just run off... like that. I was worried... what is that?"

The black squirrel hisses loudly, renewing its struggles and swiping at you with a fury something so small shouldn't have. It glares at you, as if daring you to take a swing, and sprays another stream from its backside, though this one's smaller and with less distance. Oh good god, you feel like you're going to vomit and you haven't eaten breakfast yet! You look back at Djanna, confused. You know, you really wanted to chase this thing when it took off. Now... what the hell do you do with it? The dragon girl looks at you, then to the creature, with a shake of her head. She holds out a clawed hand for it. "Give it here. I'll take care of it." You nod and oblige, passing it over to her. She takes it by the scruff of the neck and gives it a heave!

>>40204948
"EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEeeeeeeeeeee-" THUMP! The creature lands yards away in a snow bank, stunned. Slowly it regains its feet and shakes the snow from its fur. It hisses at you, turning it's back and trying to spray another stream of the stinky fluid. Luckily, it seems to be all but dry, and after it realizes this it scurries off. Your heart leaps and you move to give chase again, but Djanna grabs you by the shoulder, just shaking her head. You whine, looking back to where the creature vanished amongst the snowbanks, and reluctantly return to the road. Luckily, none of the stench clings to either of you, and you walk on till noon when you stop in the lee of a hill, breaking to share a quick lunch. While you eat, Djanna pulls out a scroll and unrolls it in her lap, looking over it carefully, before holding her arm upright and looking at her shadow.

>What are you doing?
>Eat quietly
>Write-In

>>40204972

>What are you doing?

>>40204972
>>What are you doing?

>>40204972
>Whatcha doooooin'?

>>40204972
>What are you doing?

>>40204972
>Whatcha doooooin'?

>>40204972
Curious bold wins. Writing.

>try to into scrolls
>damn I never learned how to read

>>40204972
Chewing on a piece of dried meat, you flop down beside Djanna, leaning against her and making the dragon girl squeak in surprise. You lay your head on her shoulder, looking up at her as your tail thumped against the ground, swishing through the dry, dead grass. "Whatcha doooooooin?" you ask, blinking cutely at your friend. She clears her throat and nods down at the scroll. You look down to see a lot of shapes you don't recognize, arranged within a bigger shape, and more of those words you can't read. You really, really ought to have someone teach you how someday.

"Just trying to keep track of where we are. My mom gave me this yesterday, and taught me how to keep track of our direction. That's why the..." She raised her hand again, the tips of her fingers moving into the sunlight and casting a shadow at the base of the hill, which she pointed out with her free hand. "I'm not sure exactly how it works, but given the way the sun moves, I can use it, and my shadow, and kind of tell which way we're going. Since we're moving north-" she points toward the forest in the near distance "-and given how fast we're moving, not counting distractions..." she frowns. You smile, but your ears fold back sheepishly. "...we should reach the forest by mid-afternoon or early evening."

>>40205297
You nod, taking another bite of your meat. You didn't understand any of that, but somehow - from another life - you don't quite think her explanation makes sense. Still, maybe it's something about dragons. Maybe they have some kind of innate sense of direction. Who knows? You shrug and stand, stretching out your arms and legs, and walk to the base of the hill. Now, it's Djanna's turn to be curious, as you fold your hands behind your head and set about bending your knees over and over. "What are you doing?"

"Squats."

"Ew. Could you at least go behind the hill for that?" She wrinkles her nose. You tilt your head in confusion, then laugh, not breaking stride at all.

"Not like that kind of squat! Exercise!"

"Wha? What's that?" Djanna's tail slaps the ground, her head tilting curiously. Oh, boy! Somebody who's actually curious!?

>RECRUIT SIS. GET HUGE.
>Explain, but keep your workout to yourself
>Write-In

>>40205297
>RECRUIT SIS. GET HUGE.

>>40205316
>>RECRUIT SIS. GET HUGE.

>>40205316
>RECRUIT SIS. GET HUGE.

>>40205316
>RECRUIT SIS. GET HUGE.
GIT. FUCKING. SWOLE.

Rolled 57 (1d100)

>>40205316
>>RECRUIT SIS. GET HUGE.

Our only religion is GETTING HUGE

>>40205316
>>RECRUIT SIS. GET HUGE.

>>40205316

>RECRUIT SIS. GET HUGE.

We shall become the god of Awoo and FIT

>>40205316
HAH HAH TIME FOR SWOLE DRAGON SIS!

Writing. Last update for the night, as I have to get ready for work.

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>>40205316
You grin ear to ear, and Djanna looks worried. Still, when you beckon to her, she packs her map away and comes down, and you help her get into the right form. "It's like what we were doing when we were fighting, except you do it on your own, and it's like... making your body better."

"Better how?" She seems unsure, but more than willing to follow along. You are the older sister, after all, even if you are shorter than she is. You move across from her so you're facing one-another and resume your form, showing her how to move through the motions. You have to stop and correct her time to time as you go, but soon enough she's moving slowly through proper squats one after another.

"Stronger, faster... like learning to fight, we got better at it, right? Well, this is like... making your body used to doing stuff. Like, when you were a baby, you couldn't pick up a lot, right? But now I bet if I asked you to, you could pick up that log at the top of the hill." She nods, still looking unsure, as she's beginning to whine whereas you're picking up speed as you get excited. "Well, if you keep doing this, maybe you could pick up better than a log! Maybe a big rock! Or a whole cow! Or a car!"

"A... what?"

Huh... good question. You shake your head, and she lets it go, finally falling over spent into the grass, rubbing her thighs with a whimper. "I don't think I like this. It hurts!"

"Well, it does at first, but it hurts less the more you go! That's when you really have to step it up!" You drop to the ground, landing on your hands, keeping your body from slamming down into the dirt, and start doing push-ups like a girl possessed. "Come on, time to work the arms now! No slouching! We're on our own now, we have to be strong and there's only one way to do that!"

>>40205914
Djanna whimpers, looking at you like you've lost your god-damned mind, but obliges. Eventually, you're back on the road, shivering in the air but feeling a pleasant burn in your limbs. The dragon limps along behind you, whining with each motion and pulling her jacket tighter about her as the wind picks up. She doesn't seem to handle the cold as well as you do, and you wonder about getting her something heavier to wear. You put that to the back of your mind, where it's likely to be promptly lost, but still! The day begins winding to a close, and you find yourself at the edge of the woods. Above, you hear the raucous calling of birds, and through the underbrush a few smaller animals skulk and scurry about, fleeing as you approach. From deeper in, you hear a low, hooting growl that you don't recognize, and it makes your tail curl about your leg momentarily in fear. It's deep and dark, but after the day spent in the sun, and the running, and the exercise, you feel like you could conquer the world! You stand tall as Djanna finally comes to your side, tightening her grip on the mouth of her pack, carried over her shoulder. You look about quickly, ready to barge in immediately before a yawn catches you off guard.

"I think maybe we should find a place to sleep for tonight. I'm tired, and you don't look too lively yourself." Huh, but you feel-

>>40205938
You wake cuddled against Djanna, the dragon having fallen asleep sitting slantwise against a tree with your head in her lap. The crackling remains of a banked fire burn a few feet away, and a heavy blanket is awkwardly pulled across both of you, wrapped around your small body and her shoulders. You hear soft growls in the middle distance, and here and there see yellow orbs reflecting the light. Eyes in the dark, though you're momentarily reminded of the slimes. You shift and the dragon girl lays her arm over your shoulder, murmuring in her sleep as she applies her weight to you, trying even in slumber to keep you out of trouble. You huff, pouting, as you settle in and try to return to sleep. You shift against her, looking upward and oh wow...

Hanging above, in the distance, you see the stars for the first time in your young life. Brilliant dots of silver-white light hang in the firmament, making patterns in the darkness, and despite itself your tail thumps against the ground, dislodging the blanket and letting the cold in against your legs. Between them is a large dark spot, and you feel something should be there. Something precious to you. You sniff deeply, all the odors of the outside world lulling you back into a quiet state of mind, and you let out a soft sort of howl under your breath. The creatures drawing nearer you in the dark recoil and scurry away as Djanna stirs at the noise. Contented and happy, you bury your face in your half-sister's stomach and slip back into sleep.

Forest adventures next time, anons! Thanks for playing! I'll be around a bit for questions/comments/concerns after I'm done getting ready.

PAIN IS GAIN. FEEL THE BURN.

>>40205965
Thank you for running!!

>>40205938
>half hoot, half growl
Owlbears?
I hope it's owlbears

>>40205965
Helicopter evolution when?

>>40205965
Thanks for running mate!
When we gonna put on some muscle?

>>40206084
kek, not until we grow a second tail anon.

>>40206101
First evo, probably. I think I'm running those too slowly, but we'll see. Things will get more interesting if you survive th- when you get into the forest.

>>40206074
I was going more for gorilla-like noises, but I won't crush your dreams if you want to fight owlbears. I'll settle for your spine. Vicariously. Through the owlbears.

Oh. Updated the character sheet.

>>40206168
Cool, You runnin tomorrow? Or maybe i'll get lucky and you'll run another thread today aye?

>>40206168
We seem to be leveling awful slowly. Aren't kobolds a re weaker species? Meaning faster starting evo for against high threats?

>>40206261
Inb4 the levels are multiplied by 10 on the sheet

>>40206168
is it 100 levels to evolve or 10?

>>40206235
Nothing more tonight. I work the overnight shift, so I won't have the liberty to. I might be able to run tomorrow, bit that tends to be a family day, so we'll see.

>>40206261
Yes, but you haven't done all that much just yet. I think there are some kinks to work out, yes, but it's a process. By the time of leaving the woods, at least, you'll have your first evo.

>>40206378
I figured taking down those slimes would net a pretty penny in levels. Since they can solo a full grown bold.