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You guys alive tonight?

>>43147981
>Aiding me? (How, Why, Etc)

>>43147981
>>Aiding me?

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"Aiding me, Why?" You ask, eyes squinted in suspicion.

"Ah child, why are you so full of doubt? Pray tell, what would I gain from aiding you, a welp? Well young one tell me ... have you ever heard of the War of the Dying Dark?" The being asked, as it pulled its monstrous form into your vision.

Its skin was a rotten green, like flesh left out for a week, and writhed with small maggot-like creatures all the same. It was immense in side and seems to warp the very shape of the cavern around it, twisting the light and making the shadows move on their own. The maw of it wa- was incomprehensible... the sides of it were coated with a blood red flesh that quivered, and roared. It twisted; it straightened; it screamed; it quieted; it swallowed; it vomited; it was all and became all.

"N-no..." You whisper out in a strange mix of terror and awe.

"Disappointing, but expected. Beings like you and I once roamed the world, setting up petty kingdoms, leading massive wars of genocidal proportions, and doing as we saw fit with the world, "It says, pride filling its voice and tone of longing of time long gone is also present. "However, a rising power struck us down into the darkness from whence we came. The newborn gods, from far, foreign corners of the world ascended to a level that rivaled even The Darkness in power and might. We saw them as weak worms as first, and that lead to our fall." It then pauses, and takes a quick breath

"We were divided, its in our nature to be so. Constantly infighting and striking ourselves for the simplest improvement in immediate situation. The Newborns joined with the Mortals, and while simple, plain, and weak; mortals due to their fragility can amass numbers within a second and mature with a cycle. Those that could be killed were, and those who could not be were stripped of power and bound to deep prisons within the earth" It said.

"So how are you going to be able to help me if you are imprisoned?" You asked.

>CONT-

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"I never said that." It spoke, humor filling its voice. "I hid while others, having never felt or seen the sun's burning rays, ran out into the weakening baptism of Sol. This cave does not bind me, it protects me. For if I were to emerge... it would be akin to a beacon of darkness and death screaming to the Newborn "KILL ME!"." It says, exacerbation in its voice like an paintstroke on canvas. "Do not interrupt me. Now as to why I would help you... Well I need an emissary, a knight persay. You are fairly young, and unlike these pathetic creatures here," It says as a tentacle comes up to grasp a small maggot-thing, and crushes it, spraying gore across the cave. "You can think... to an extent. You also have potential within your soul, and as patron of the arts I could not resist aiding a fledging artist." It says, sarcasm evident.

"What would happen if I refused?" You ask, looking for a way out.

It grasps a maggot once again, twists it, and causes the maggot to shift; forming a man's face locked in a eternal rictus of agony. It screams "END ME PLEASE FATHER! Stop the sufferi-AUUGHH!" The tentacle twists once more, removing the man's face. "Father" stares on silently, seemingly making his point clear.

"Now, not to say you do not have some instance of choice." It says non-chalantly." Your current form is rather... behind on physical progress, and I do not feel like waiting or risking 2 cycles on you to reach age of basic usefulness. So, I will transfer some of my raw power to you and you shall choose how your physical form accepts it."

"How ca-" You try to say.

"A talk for another day. Now you have three choices, fairly basic." Father says.

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"Shell." Black carapace, hatching, claws, molting, and more fill your vision. Men screaming as they are ripped in half by something to fast to see. Many possiblities.

"Crown." Corpses rise up, flesh twists to will, minds snap like twigs, and life warps. Experimental, high risk, high reward.

"And Eye." Things from beyond the veil; Laws that run this universe no longer apply; Souls torn from withered husks and become another state; Abstract; unpredictible.

>Shell
>Crown
>Eye
>Questions?

>>43150435
>>Questions?
What are they exactly? Am I limited in chiseling one forever unable to gain the others?

>>43150492
"Classes"
Shell allows you to do a lot of physical changes, with a fairly easy roll.

Crown would be physical magic, but if you fuck up a roll...ugh

Eye would be some physics twisting stuff, and who knows what.

These are just for now, you can branch out later, and whatnot.

>>43150435
>Shell

>>43150435
>>Shell

>>43150435
>>Shell

>>43150435
>Shell

>>43150435
>Eye

Aight, writing for Shell.

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" I... I choose Shell." You speak with conviction, this choice should aid you the most... atleast you hope it will...

"Good choice little one, now try to think of things that you thought when I said Shell, it will help guide the process and prevent anything from... going horribly wrong." Father says as he moves his tentacles around you.

"Wait wha-!" You are silenced as a tentacle wraps around your mouth and more grasp other parts of your body. Then a tentacle with a spar of bone on the end waves in front of your face, rushes toward your forehead...

And then you knew pain.

Like a bull in a charge, a mental spear stabbed into what made you... YOU. Then the invading force began to expunge a raw, potent, and screaming stuff into your soul, a darkness edged by the light taken into it. The stuff...the power was protesting this change, rejecting this environment.

"Do as I said welp!" A voice screams into your spirit.

Compelled to do as commanded, you remember what Father said. Focusing on segmented, shiny, stretched carapace you power through the pain. Then the screaming...souls begin to fly and converge somewhere else in this mindscape. Quickly you feel, faintly the feeling of armor and a shell forming on your physical form as the souls go to your will.

Then without warning a panic takes you as you can no longer breath. The carapace has gone right over you mouth and nose. Forcing the souls in your frantic need to breath you craft a crude mouth, beaklike and cruel. You continue to make changes like this until the last soul's screams are extinguished smoothing out minor mistakes. You feel Father's tentacles leave you, and a great sleep comes over you.

When you awake, you are back in your bed. At first you thought it was all a dream. Then a voice speaks to you.

"Afraid not child." You jump in shock as Father lets out a laugh similar to a weasel vomiting.

"How are you able to speak to me?"

>CONT-
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"Let's just say I left a piece of me in you to keep an eye on my... knight in shining armor." He laughs once again. You walk outside an examine yourself in a puddle of water.

Dull grey-green eyes, like dregs of paint tubes squeezed out color your irises. A large boney beak, with nasal holes in front that smell keenly, sharp spurs of bone to snag flesh, hooked tip, and a wormlike bonetipped-tongue that writhes through the air within.

Your body is covered in a black carapace, an exoskeleton that now fits comfortably, but if you were to grow an much larger your would not be able to more comfortably. Sharp claws tip your fingers and toes, that seem as if they would cut through flesh like heated knife through butter.

"Father....what do you want me to do?" You ask, having accepted this as your fate... for now.

"So glad you asked. I need you to explore the local area, search for local bastions of humanity, and recieve further information then... you see the last time I was outside this cave was a good two thousand years. Most of my knowledge of the surrounding world is no longer correct."

You nod your head in aknowledgement, and set to prepare for your journey.

"Also you should notice that you are not burning up right now. Your exoskeleton seems to protect you from the sun, but imagine your inner flesh is extra sensitive." Says Father.

Well that a pleasant upside. Now before you leave you begin packing your supplies into a simple pack.

>Anything else you want to do before you go?
>Hunt (d100)
>Make/Improve (what, d100)
>Examine (what, d100)
>Explore (what, d100)
>Other?
Inventory
>Bones (Human 1)
>Meat (male child 1) (Venison 3)
>Iron Dagger
>Hunting Bow
>Arrows (10)
>Hide Clothes (Insulated, Skull Hood)(Equiped)
>Flint and Steel

Corruption
>1/15

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Form
>Black Carapace
>Cruel Beak
>Dark Tracker
>Worm Tongue
>Claws
>Monstrous Strength & Speed

Rolled 27 (1d100)

>>43151881
So we can shape shift?
>Explore (what, d100)
Human settlement, the one we know already.

Rolled 38 (1d100)

>>43151881
Could we try and look more human?

>>43152173
>>43152197
'Fraid not now. Maybe when molting time comes around.... You do not have enough corruption to do an immediate change like that.

>>43152221
So what type of changes can we do?

>>43152256
With rolls, you could obscure your face temporarily, mimic voices, grow underneath your shell for when you molt, take someone's face, or confuse people with worm tongue (ex. I wear this mask for religious purposes)

>>43152341
I still vote to go back to the village that chased us.

>>43152483
Gonna need more than one vote, and it seems like only you two are playing...

>>43152483
Sure but try to stay on the outskirts.

>>43151881
>Hunt (d100)
Test out our new form.

Rolled 51 (1d100)

>>43152705

>>43152483
>>43152682
2 for going straight to village
>>43152705
>>43152747
2 for testing out form first.

>>43152861
Anon deleted vote so village wins

>>43152934
Yeah just caught it. Roll d100

Rolled 71 (1d100)

>>43152958

Rolled 91 (1d100)

>>43152958

>>43153081
Sleepy, almost every one of your rolls has been an 80 or higher in this quest.

Rolled 94 (1d100)

>>43152958

>>43153114
He's hacking

>>43153127
Or blessed by dice gods, he has gotten a bad roll once.

Aight writing for 91

>>43153114
Look above I rolled pretty poorly early. I think. Hold let me check. I did but it was to see if we could be more human looking. Some quests I just roll high as fuck for a session then roll like ass the next.

>>43153204
Just kidding man, you're alright.

And 94 not 91

>>43153249
Of course it's 94
I ain't about to let a namefag outroll me.

>>43151552
>stabbed into what made you... YOU. Then the invading force began to expunge a raw, potent, and screaming stuff into your soul, a darkness edged by the light taken into it. The stuff...the power was protesting this change, rejecting this environment.

>light

Where did that dang light in his soul come from? That's just unnatural, I tell ya what.

>Then the screaming...souls begin to fly and converge
Were those injected souls transfusion or did he already have a few extra.

>>43153311
You had a few from your kills, but honestly Father was eating most of the cost on that .

And I like to draw inspiration from all kinds of sources. Look up Dark Souls Humanity.

Had to do some stuff, this update will be late(r).

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Thinking of how you ended up in this situation to begin with, the memory of the when you slaughtered the mother and child, and fled into the wilderness from your pursuers. Considering the details of your mission, heading back from where you ran would be a perfect first step...

However... You did kind of become lost in the two instances where you were chased. You head down the mountain where you have taken refuge, pack digging into your shoulders due to the weight of the bed and "meat" inside. Once you are at the foot of the mountain there is a dense pine forest all around you. While most of the scenery is identical, somehow you manage to find your way to where you hid on the first night. From there it was a simple matter of following the trampled bushes and grasses due to an army on the march.

At the end of the off-road trek remains that chased after you is a small simple dirt road. The scents may not be fresh, but taking a deep smell through your Dark Tracker, you get the faint sense of man and horse coming from the east, and growing stronger even moreso in that direction.

You walked for about 1 day straight, only taking a brief break to swallow whole a rabbit that was unlucky enough to cross the path the same time as you. After making good enough time you finally arrive at your destination. Fortunately, while a lot has happened to you in a span of a few days, and while you may of have forgotten your mother's face you still retain the ability to read.

"Welcome to the City of Breshwald!"
"The Grace of Retheral preserves!"

The word grace on the sign is painted over sloppily with the word "Wrath"interesting. However you have arrived at night, the gates to the city are closed, and guards patrol the walls. There are a few others like you, squatting with tents, or caravans to avoid paying; while there is also a tavern from which laughter is heard.

>What do?
>Wait outside by yourself
>Squatter area(What?)
>Tavern(W?)
>Try to sneak in (d100+10 B.C.)
>Other(W?)

Rolled 72 + 10 (1d100 + 10)

>>43154417
>>Try to sneak in (d100+10 B.C.)

This current appearance should be too horrifying, surely.

>>43154417
>Squatter area(What?)
Potential victims, don't we have a mask or something hiding our face?

Rolled 93 (1d100)

>>43154417
>>Squatter area(What?)
Must get some information. See if we can get someone alone first.

>>43154598
The idea would be to not be seen, didn't say anything about how people react to you.

>>43154654
We have a hood with a skull. Looking kinda like a windego.
Inventory
>Bones (Human 1)
>Meat (male child 1) (Venison 3)
>Iron Dagger
>Hunting Bow
>Arrows (10)
>Hide Clothes (Insulated, Skull Hood)(Equiped)
>Flint and Steel

Corruption
>1/15
Form
>Black Carapace
>Cruel Beak
>Dark Tracker
>Worm Tongue
>Claws
>Monstrous Strength & Speed

>>43154417
>Squatter area(What?)

Writing for Squatter area with roll of 93.
Sleepy suggested getting info, anything else you want to do?

>>43154763
Ask what's with all the security, where they're from, why'd they come here. Have any children?

>>43154763
We could preach the word of the Allfather and offer to take people's confessions.

>>43154795
Tasty, tasty children.

>>43154763
trick a child into following you by mimicking their mothers voice unseen.

You head to the open tent, campfires, and caravans of the Squatter Area. You pull your hood up and keep your head down, staring at your feet but keeping your ears open.

Once you are inside the throng of the crowd you notice that while it is pretty quiet, there is a dull thrum of hushed speech with a few laughs, sobs, of a drunken yell. You spot a campfire near a wagon with the oxen hitched, and it occupants spilled out, either conversing by the fire, cooking, sewing, singing, catching some extra sleep, or doing other menial chores.

You walk up silently and squat above the ground near the fire, and extend your hands to warm them. A bit of the conversation slows for a bit, but after looking at you for a while the vagrants reason you are one of them and go on with what they were previously doing. A group of old men next to you take notice of your hands however.

"Sayee fello, what carries yee yonder?" Asks an aged man with a beard that would have been snow white had it been clean in near incomprehensible accent awkwardly.

You cough a bit, warming up your new vocal cords. "Seeking new life, and to lose past."

"Ain't we all!" Chimes in one, clearly drunk. He speaks again "Soo...feller...You one of them halfbreeds or beasties with them mitts of yerrs?" His fellows try to shush him, but fail horribly.

"Sorry about Gimi, he's had eh touch swallow of the grog, don't pay em no mind." The first man says, clearly meaning not to offend you.

"There just burned that all..." You say, and the men all nod in understanding. All seeing the lie, but not pushing it. You ask about all this built up security, and after each crotchety has their turn, you manage to get a basic idea. The local lord has been plagued by haunting vision ever since his son and wife have been killed and eaten by what is believed to be a Lockjaw, a dog-beast of wrath, while out of the palace. Not only that but the Yuuti, the people you are with now, are accused of bringing the beast into the city.

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The Yuuti are allowed into the city by day, but by night are forced outside the city until further notice... Hmm this whole situation sounds familiar...with the whole eaten mother and child thing..

You talk a bit about Father as a deity, but the old men cease to really care.

"It's all blasted shiet, who gives a damn about any kind of phonce God if your starving!" The drunk says, and the other men all give nods.

"As quaint as this is, I would be offended if such trash Mortals would try to worship me. Do try to pick better followers if you do try this again." Echoes the voice of Father in your skull.

You lift yourself up, say your goodbyes to the men, and wander around the camp once again. After a spell of walking, you come across a old mother nagging at a young boy to go fetch water from the local well. With bucket in hand, the boy begins his journey, but what he does not notice is you shadowing him from about 20 feet back.

Once the two of you have seperated from the camp well enough you hide behind a tree and call out "Son! Oh, Son do please turn around!" You mimic the mother's voice perfectly, suprising even yourself. The young child turns around shocked out of his thoughts. You dart behind him and...

>What do?
>Attack
>Take alive (d100)
>Other?

>>43155517
>Attack
If we steal the boys face can we shapeshift into him?

>>43155517
>Attack

>>43155582
You seen Michael Jackson...Yeah... A quick glance and people will not scream immediatly, but you pass into the uncanny valley.

Also its not a full body shapeshift, just ripping off the face... try not to leave it on to long. Tends to get icky.

And the face will morph to be more fitting, a young boys face on a man's body is kind of wierd.

Rolled 45 (1d100)

>>43155517
Well we should take somebody alive. If only so we can drag them back home to get more direct answers and WORLDBUILDING out of them that circumspect conversation doesn't get you.

Maybe corrupt a kid into another monster.

>>43155431
>The local lord has been plagued by haunting vision ever since his son and wife have been killed and eaten by what is believed to be a Lockjaw, a dog-beast of wrath, while out of the palace.


>>43073148
>"Father, why did Ulrick go leave so late with the other men last night?" The young boy asks curiously.
>" Did your mother not tell you last night Aton? Another TearJaw broke into the village last night and ate Mrs. Tricht and her child." A deeper, bass voice replies.

>>43154417
>While most of the scenery is identical, somehow you manage to find your way to where you hid on the first night. From there it was a simple matter of following the trampled bushes and grasses due to an army on the march.

So is this the same town or isn't it.

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In a smooth motion you snap the boy's neck, and he falls limp to the ground like a puppet with its strings cut. Quickly stuffing the boy into your pack, snapping a few bones to get him to fit in place you walk calmly, like you were out for a summer stroll, back to your camp. Once there, far away from prying eyes, you tuck into the old meat that you had already.

You don't start a fire to better remain hidden, and seperate the boys face from his body for future use. Unpacking your cot and blanket you settle off into sleep.

>Bones (Human 1)
>Meat (male child 1) (Venison 3)
>Iron Dagger
>Hunting Bow
>Arrows (10)
>Hide Clothes (Insulated, Skull Hood)(Equiped)
>Flint and Steel

Corruption
>1/15
Form
>Black Carapace
>Cruel Beak
>Dark Tracker
>Worm Tongue
>Claws
>Monstrous Strength & Speed


And with that I join our villain in slumber, night teegee.
>>43156072
Sorry mate, next time

Monday 8:30 EST

>>43156151
It is.

The Lord's name is Tricht, army sent after you, and so on.

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>>43156154
If murder doesn't raise Corruption what does?

>>43156197
The monster's name changed.

>>43156197
Also it's just surprising to hear a lord's wife titled Mrs instead of Lady.

>>43156238
Ah, shit.
>>43156210
Chalk
>>43156262
All of this up to late night fuck ups... also would a peasant farmer give two shits about a title?

>>43156297
Assuming he doesn't want to get butt-fucked by whoever the title belonged to, yes.

>>43156358
But out in the middle of the woods with his son with no one around... well except us ... and we killed him... Fucking cunt should of called Lady!

Here is proper stats

Inventory
>Remains (Human Bones 1) (Child's Face 1)
>Meat (male child 1)
>Iron Dagger
>Hunting Bow
>Arrows (10)
>Hide Clothes (Insulated, Skull Hood)(Equiped)
>Flint and Steel

Corruption
>3/15
Form
>Black Carapace
>Cruel Beak
>Dark Tracker
>Worm Tongue
>Claws
>Monstrous Strength & Speed

>>43156210
I suppose raping with our bony tounge. Shitting in the temple. Making alive human centipede. Etc.

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>>43152197
Why would we want to do that? This isn't early human quest.

>>43160339
Stealth, people zergrush us and we die. It would be fun to start witch hunts. Plus we can gain people trust and then rape them, giving birth to tons of playful abominations. Starting a new cult is good - free food.

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>>43160789
Nope, I see where this is heading. You just want to become more human so you can trick women into joining us and making a harem.

Don't turn this into a magical realm. Just be a monster and not a creepy sex thing.

>>43160789
That's creepy as fuck, and we just stole a kids face to use like a Halloween mask.

>>43160828
Do you really think that I need human form for my magical harem?
Pleb.

>>43160893
Why not? Once we killed the boy, he became bag of meat. So we just take his unless parts and make something useful from them. Like chair from bones, or better the sledge, powered by precious rotting vallets. No scrolls - use the human skin. Thirsty? Drink blood of your living (yet) horse. Be creative, be evil.

>>43161146
I'm not saying there's anything wrong with killing the boy and using all his body parts to make furniture and shit.

I'm just saying the sex cult is a magical realm we should avoid.

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>>43161085
We're only three threads into the quest, why do we gotta have magical realms already?

>>43161175
You tell me why?
>>43161162
I disagree. Forcing sex cult in game is realm. Blaberring about bunch of zealots, who will do dark things to give us corruption or boon from Father is not.