>>43406852
>Tell her what happened. Make her understand.

>>43406873
Second.

>>43406873
>>43406888
[Writing.]

Haha, time for another episode of Teen Moms!

>tell players their character was treated nicely
>SURPRISE RAPE BABY
nah fuck off

>>43407015
We knew she was mistreated during her capture, but had been treated well after that point.

>>43407015
Read Witch Apprentice Quest then. FeMC is a chick in a warzone. Of course it doesn't always work out well.
>>43406989
Aren't we like late 20s? She struck me as old for her time period and crafty but immature as fuck despite that.

“There is nothing holy about this. They—They just...”

You deflate, and your grip on her wrist weakens until it is gone. The witch pats down the blankets and touches you on the shoulder in the exact same way your milk mother did when you were feeling upset as a kid.

“It’s not like I didn’t know, it is war, but maybe, I thought...” you start, then fumble on the words for no reason.

“Tell,” she says.

And you tell her. How a stray bullet broke your manometer (‘It measures pressure. And with that I could gauge how high Srahen was flying, and... Nevermind.’), the clouds, the fall right on an enemy entrenched position, the capture (‘I killed many. Lots. Srahen too. But there were too much, and Srahen was wounded, and I had to surrender.’), and what followed. In the middle of your telling, the witch gets up and prepares something like tea and forces a cup into your hands, unclenching them first. Then you talk about Lt. Ayuz “saving” you. The months of jail. Your escape.

“And... I can’t go back to my family like this. I will lose everything. My dragon, even, maybe. I won’t be able to marry. You see, you have to help me!”

The old woman pats your thigh and kisses you on the head. Somehow you’ve ended up in her arms, being rocked and cradled.

“Not baby fault. No fair. But... Yes. Can do it. But you hurt. And bleed. Makes you hot and bleed. Then baby dies. If you want it.”

“It sounds dangerous. Is it?”

“Oh, yes, very.” She touches you on the belly. “Made for baby, not lose them. Not nature. Want it?”

>“Yes. Yes. Please.”
>“No, I’ll find another way.”
>Other (?)

>>43407293
>“Yes. Yes. Please.”

>>43407293
>“No, I’ll find another way.”

>>43407293
>“Yes. Yes. Please.”

>>43407293
>“Yes. Yes. Please.”
Dear god yes! God bless this witch!

>>43407293
>>“Yes. Yes. Please.”
Hi QM, how's it going?

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>>43407338
>Wanting to keep the rape baby
Get the fuck out.

[Well, writing.]

>>43407364
[Fairly tired, actually.]

>>43407293
>>“No, I’ll find another way.”

First thread, for anyone trying to find it:
http://archive.4plebs.org/tg/thread/43274599

...MC kept it together pretty well considering the circumstances.

>>43407419
We ain't going to go full catatonic if we have surviving to do.

>inb4 the procedure makes us infertile

“Yes. Yes, please.”

The old witch shakes her head, but starts bustling around in the small cabin nonetheless. Your eyes track her every movement, even if you don’t understand one world of what she mumbles with her decrepit mouth. A sense of relief washes over you. You’ll be free, free of every shackle. And your father will be proud of you. For escaping the enemy, for making it back home, and for fitting his idea of you.

“Drink this. I give you more day after, and day after again. But then you leave. What soldiers do is evil, but what you do evil too. Sorry but you leave.”

“I see,” you reply and drink the surprisingly nice-smelling decoction before she has another change of mind. “I’ll be out of your hair. I have to go back home before they catch my scent again anyway.”

*

You’re dying, you can feel yourself dying, you bleed and you bleed and you bleed.

*

In the morning of the day you were to leave, Srahen wakes you up with a low growl. Enemies. The witch is nowhere to be seen. The sheet is bloodied, and you’re feeling weak, thirsty and hungry. Putting on your clothes is a grueling task, and walking the few steps out of the cabin and to your dragon is even worse.

“Srahen?”

You look in the direction he is facing, and you understand the reason of his growling. Dust on the road. Horseriders.

>Fight.
>Flight.
>Other (?)

>>43407372
>Trusting crazy old ladies in the woods

Yeah sure, enjoy your poison.

>>43407719
>Flight.
We're not in any condition to fight them

>>43407719
>Flight
We're in no condition to fight right now.

>>43407719
>Flight
We are in no condition to fight just yet.

>>43407719
>Flight

>>43407737
>>43407739
>>43407743
True hivemind

>>43407737
>>43407739
>>43407743
Blatant samefaggery.

>>43407788
Blatant newfaggotry

>>43407788
>3 posts in under twenty seconds
>samefag

Why do I have a feeling aborting the baby will have drastic consequences later on?

>>43407839
Such as even further ptsd?

>>43407848
That and we drank a witch's poison and she warned us it's not natural. Probably will back fire due to magic or will not be able to reproduce.

>>43407848
I just feel we were a little hasty with the abort button.

[Writing.]

>>43407839
>>43407848
>>43407860
Whatever happens, we'll make for a shitty bride to whoever our father sets us up with. No one wants damaged goods.

>>43407873
You kinda have to be. Herbal abortion only works for the first month or so of pregnancy, we were already cutting it real close

>>43407883
Yeah but even worse if we are barren. Again I feel like we were hasty by not asking more questiosn about it, or accepting a witch's poison

>>43407899
is there a source for what your saying?

>>43407899
I think we were imprisoned for 2-3 months.

>>43407883
We're already considered an "inferior" bride if the setting runs on traditional old school morality, due to being in a "mannish" profession like soldiering.

So yeah, I just got here, so I don't quite understand why we didn't listen to the witch. At least ask her to give us options.

>>43407997
In our defense, we're not exactly in a great place mentally, right now. We lost a LOT of blood, we just escaped from a prison camp, the dragon we are bonded with had his beautiful, magnificent wings clipped...
So a poor decision made hastily out of panic isn't that out of place.

>>43407997
>At least ask her to give us options.
Probably mostly because people felt like they'd get kicked out if they gave the Witch so much as an inch.
>>43408016
Also this.
>>43407985
Hey we're magic that has to count for something in our favour.

>>43408016
Given our recently weakened further state it would be hazardous to both mother and child to try and carry it to term as well. Too many complications and factors unknown.

>>43408031
Yeah but so it the witch,

>>43408047
and are you pulling stuff our of your ass? Because the whole 'Herbal' potion thing being not effective was not very credible.

>>43408078
>Yeah but so it the witch,
What.

>>43408031
Didn't we get kicked out still by accepting?

That doesn't make sense? Do you mean that we don't trust the witch? If so, we drank an abortion potion made by her, which requires a lot more trust.

>>43408088
I meant that the witch is magical too, or at least more attuned to nature considering what she is saying.

>>43407663
Not if we go for girls instead.

>>43408091
Fuck. I give up on trying to decipher your post.
>>43408103
Different kind of magic.

>>43407663
We'd need to look into becoming a trainer or something then. Someone too engaged even in peace time she doesn't end up a burden.

>>43408134
>Probably mostly because people felt like they'd get kicked out if they gave the Witch so much as an inch.

We still got kicked out by taking the potion is what i'm saying.

>>43408091
What the fuck are you smoking?

>>43408162
>We still got kicked out by taking the potion is what i'm saying.
But they got what they wanted.

>>43408177
Probably the same stuff this guy was.
>>43407899


What, this post >>43408031 said "Probably mostly because people felt like they'd get kicked out if they gave the Witch so much as an inch."

If we gave the witch options which we didn't by accepting the potion.

>>43408177
The witch is Anti-abortion. She let it happen because we're a rape victim, but we have to leave anyways. Thus it makes no sense for us to get kicked out be relenting to the witch's opinions, which is what his initial post replies to.

There is no glory to a last stand, and you know that is how it would turn out. You hurry as much as you can in the retrieval of your effects and weapons. One last look around, and you’re gone, Srahen’s bounding lope devouring the leagues. You don’t want to set a foot in the forest, and keep to the road, deserted because of the war and the shifting frontlines.

*

The night is hell. You can’t sleep, but the bleeding stops. But you can’t sleep, or the nightmares come.

*

The next day, you start to recognize some features. Far-off southside, is that not the Xer range with its sleeping giant shape? Yes, yes it is, and your heart leaps in your chest. You can almost see your homeland from the hill on which you’re standing. And those plains ahead that keep on rolling, are they not surrounding the Blun? So, this way is the heart of the Lyrian, the capital of the Kingdom, Cliath. Home, home!

“You! Get off your mount, and kneel on the ground!” shouts a man you can’t see. His villager accent is thick enough to cut with a knife. You look around, but you see nothing but trees.

“Now!”

>Obey.
>Prepare for a fight.
>Other (?)

>>43408299
>Obey.

>>43408299
>Keep going. Go even faster. They can't catch up to a dragon, and you have been through too much for these fucking peasants to frighten you.

>>43408299
>>Obey.

[I'll be right back.]

>>43408352
Second
>>43408338
>>43408372
You guys want to die? We already escaped once, They won't lock us up again and if they do it won't be as nice.

>>43408352
Second

>>43408299
>>Obey
Don't want to get shot in the back again.

>>43408400
They just shoot us otherwise and we'd exsanguinate

>>43408299
>repare for a fight.

[Writing.]

>>43408352
I'll support

An ambush. No, no, no, not again. Not this.

“On. The. Ground!”

You’re shaking as you get off Srahen, but it’s only because you’re exhausted. There is nothing to fear. Nothing. You kneel, or rather you let yourself fall on your knees, your head lowered.

There’s some rustling in front of you. Smart of them to avoid coming from Srahen’s side. They stay far away from him, they must’ve already seen a dragon in action. Behind, you can hear your partner snarling.

“...dragon?”

What? Did they speak to you?

“Why do you have a dragon with you, bitch? Speak, or I shoot!”

>“Because I’m Larre Ailise di Heldeqi zu Bluwmik, Knight-Lieutenant of the Order of the Dragon, and you will not speak to me in such a way.”
>“I stole it.”
>Other (?)

>>43408733
>“Because I’m Larre Ailise di Heldeqi zu Bluwmik, Knight-Lieutenant of the Order of the Dragon, and you will not speak to me in such a way.”

>>43408733
>>“Because I’m Larre Ailise di Heldeqi zu Bluwmik, Knight-Lieutenant of the Order of the Dragon, and you will not speak to me in such a way.”

>>43408733
>“Because I’m Larre Ailise di Heldeqi zu Bluwmik, Knight-Lieutenant of the Order of the Dragon, and you will not speak to me in such a way.”

>>43408733
>>“Because I’m Larre Ailise di Heldeqi zu Bluwmik, Knight-Lieutenant of the Order of the Dragon, and you will not speak to me in such a way.”

>>43408733
>“Because I’m Larre Ailise di Heldeqi zu Bluwmik, Knight-Lieutenant of the Order of the Dragon, and you will not speak to me in such a way.”
This mongrel should learn to hold his tongue.

>>43408733
>“Because I’m Larre Ailise di Heldeqi zu Bluwmik, Knight-Lieutenant of the Order of the Dragon, and you will not speak to me in such a way.”

[Writing.]

“Because I’m Larre Ailise di Heldeqi zu Bluwmik, Knight-Lieutenant of the Order of the Dragon, and a mongrel such as you will not speak to me in such a way,” you say, your voice clear despite your state of weakness.

You close your eyes and clench your teeth around your tongue. You can only hear whispers coming from them, everything else is deafened by the voracious growls of Srahen.

“Anybody can claim himself a Dragon Knight. Show us your Meld, if you are as you claim,” replies their leader after a moment. There is something about his way of speaking, a memory on the tip of your tongue. One of them starts making a salacious remark, but a slap shuts him up right away.

You stand shakily, and lift your head, looking in the direction you last heard the squad’s leader’s voice. He is easy to identify, a tall man his face long and angular, as if it was cut out of wood by a hatchet. He looks at your eyes, and then falls to his knees, the men who haven’t seen your face following suit in confusion.

“Knight-Lieutenant, I pray the God-King you will excuse my language. Even in such circumstances, it was unforgivable of me.”

The memory bothering you leaps at the forefront of your mind. The harbor town of Ionica, the brown-faced fishermen shouting at each other in that seaborn accent. That’s where this man comes from. A fellow countryman.

[The manner:]
>Imperiously
>Pleasantly

[The content:]
>Order him and his section to escort you to the nearest outpost
>Accompany him in his own mission before going back
>Leave them to their own devices, after you talk to their medic
>Other (?)

>>43409365
>Pleasantly
>Accompany him in his own mission before going back

>>43409365
>Pleasantly
>Accompany him in his own mission before going back
God bless! Fellow countrymen!

>>43409427
>>43409437
>lost shitload of blood
>barely able to stand up
HEY, LET'S GO AND DO SOME OTHER DANGEROUS SHIT AND GET SHOT AT WHAT A GREAT IDEA

>>43409365
>pleasantly
>Leave them to their own devices, after you talk to their medic

>>43409365
>>Pleasantly
>Accompany him in his own mission before going back

>>43409461
Safety in number, Plus we don't have to go frontline it, We can just be support, Also what are you, A bloody coward?

>>43409365
>Pleasantly
>Ask him about their mission.

>>43409427
>>43409437
>>43409480
You guys do realize we're nearly dead and would be a hindrance right?

>>43409365
>Imperiously
>Order him and his section to escort you to the nearest outpost

>>43409522
Found the asshole guys!

>>43409365
>Imperiously
>Ask him about their mission.

>>43409365
>Imperiously
>Order him and his section to escort you to the nearest outpost

>>43409365
>Pleasantly
Leave them to their own devices, after you talk to their medic

>>43409691
They're multiplying!

>>43409365
>Pleasantly
>Leave them to their own devices, after you talk to their medic

Rolled 1 (1d2)

[Next update will be last, people, being sick especially sucks.]

>Pleasantly
[Locked.]
Accompany them in their misson - 1
Leave them to their own devices - 2

>>43409762
[Writing.]

>>43409365
>Imperiously
>Leave them to their own devices, after you talk to their medic.

“Whether or not your rudeness is forgivable is not for you to decide, hm...”

“Ah! The name is Alin Denar, Squire-Sergent, ma’am!”

“Squire-Sergent, then. And I decide that under those circumstances, you’re all too forgiven.”

“Ah, thank your kindness, Knight-Lieutenant.”

You take a good look at him. A Squire? Without noble blood, if you are to believe his name and speech? And only leading a squad, despite his grade? Something isn’t adding up here. This is very interesting.

“If I may...,” he starts, and you motion to him to continue. “We should head for cover again, we have a camp not far from here, if you wanted to rest.”

“In the forest?”

“Ah, yes, indeed.”

“No strange occurences?”

He looks at you with a frown. “Not that I heard of, ma’am.”

“Good. Good. Let’s go. Lead the way.”

Two of his men accompany you, the others have disappeared without you even being aware of their departure.

*

After reassuring the medic about your state of affairs, pronouncing those few words fatal for male ears and sending him away blushing, leaving you to change your clothing and devour your meal, you speak to the Squire.

“Now, and I’m sorry to cut short the pleasantries, and I promise you I am glad to speak again to a countryman, but what sort of mission needs a Squire leading only one squad of soldiers into enemy lands? Assassination?” you ask, wrapped in a blanket that is definitely not standard issue, given its warmth.

He looks down. Trying to decide whether or not he trusts you. He looks at Srahen, curled around you. And probably understands he doesn’t have much of a choice.

[Cont.]

>>43410287
“A few days ago, we intercepted a report. It seems Firmen military has gotten hold of a source of magic, and has natural philosophers examining it. Magic is holy for us, but to them, it’s nothing more than a path to weapons, and we can’t allow them to desecrate it in order to turn the tide of the war. We are to exfiltrate the commander of the outpost to whom was destined the intercepted missive, and ask him a few questions. And then see from thereon, which requires somebody above a certain grade.”

Despite his accent, he speaks very vell, for a commoner. You feel yourself drifting to sleep, rocked by his voice.

“All we have is his name, Ayuz.”

[And there. Sorry for the short session and long update times, I'm really discobombulated.

Twatter is, as always, https://twitter.com/AlterationQM

See you next week-end!]

>>43410306
Thanks for running! Hope you feel better QM.

>>43410306
Thanks for running!