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>>44064675
>>Lass, don't say another word.
>Put the gun away

>>44064675
>Other?
"just get your "sister" to stop ramming the castle, then we get out of her and HOPEFULLY i never have to deal with catland causing trouble again"

>>Lass, don't say another word.
>Put the gun away
>"just get your "sister" to stop ramming the castle, then we get out of her and HOPEFULLY i never have to deal with catland causing trouble again"

Writing!

>>44064675
>Lass, don't say another word
>You'll just make things worse
>Put the gun away

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"Lass! Lass."

You slowly start to put the gun away.
"Don't. say. another. word. You'll just make things worse."

Slowly, you holster the revolver, the dragon starts to calm.

Her face, on the other hand, deepens into a crimson red.

"Okay, now-"
"T-thank you for sparing my sister, please be gentle."

Before you can even order her not to move, she has already reached up to her shoulders and thrown the top of her dress down to the sash around her waist. The dimmed light from the room reflects off her bountiful harvest; it's like they're glowing.

She immediately reaches down to pull off the sash. The room lurches as the dragon starts up her fit once more.

"LASS, NO WHAT ARE YOU DOING?"
"I-I'm-"

The dragon bashes the entire weight of its body against the the prison. The entire foundation is starting to shake, now!

"Lass, ye not much for brain, eh? Put yer top back on."
"But then you'll-!"
"PUT IT BACK ON!"

She squeaks slightly and then quickly covers herself. Her face is burning red, as she slowly turns away.

"Listen, Lass. Just get yer 'Sister' to stop ramming the castle, then we can get out of 'ere and HOPEFULLY Aye never have to deal with catland causing trouble again."

"Get.. out?"
She stands ramrod straight for a moment, then she rushes over to her bed.
With a groan, she reaches under and pulls out-

Some kind of rusty saber. Clearly hasn't been used or taken care of in a while.
"Okay! Who are you!? What do you want!?" She points it in your direction.

>"The hell, Lass?"
>"Who are YOU? And what do YOU want?"
>"Oh, yer crazy. Most of Catland is that way."
>"Enough playing around. Yer comin' with me if I haveta drag ye."
>Disarm her, You're tired of this.
>Other?

>>44065383
>>"The hell, Lass?"
>>"Who are YOU? And what do YOU want?"

>>44065383
>"Who are YOU? And what do YOU want?"
Everything's insane, so we're good still.

>>44065383
>"The hell, Lass?"
>"Who are YOU? And what do YOU want?"

>"The hell, Lass?"
>"Who are YOU? And what do YOU want?"

>>44065512
Writing!

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"The hell, Lass?"

You can't see the look on your own face right now. You imagine that it's somewhere between bewilderment, bemusement, and just plain befuddlement.

Lots of be's to be had.

The girl continues staring you down with her rusty sword. She brings a tough act, but the weight is causing her arm to shake.

"Talk!" She yells at you. "Who are you!? You're not one of the guards!"
"Yar, how ye know that? Maybe Uncle Jack was given the task of bringing ye to the princess?"

"Because anyone would know that I can't leave here! Ever!"

You turn back to look at the gate.
The dragon has stopped attacking, but if looks could kill..

"Ye can't leave."
"Of course not! So start talking!"

That sword is causing her arm to shake even more.
She seemed way stronger than an average varmint. So why is she having such a problem with a sword?

You spit. "Jack Albator, At your service Ma'am. Now if ye don't mind me asking. Who the hell are YOU? And what do YOU want?"
"I WANT TO BE LEFT ALONE!" She shouts, "I want everything to go back to normal, I can't leave! That's final! Everyone just GO AWAY!"

You laugh, "Listen, Lass. If ye can't leave, ye better tell that thing behind me. It's convinced that it can just come in and snatch ye away. For food, for company, who knows? Ye just better realize that ye can't be holed up here forever. Those bars are gettin' mighty weak from its tantrum."

"I can and I will!" She spats back at you. "See these, on my arms!?"
You notice that the one piece of clothing she hasn't tried to free herself from are two sets of gold gauntlets on her forearms.

"They're my chains! They're proof that I can never leave this room. Even if I wanted to, my arms would probably tear off and be left here."

>"Aye, a little magic is nothing to worry about. Aye'll have 'em off in a jiffy! "
>"Ye didn't answer why yer here."
>"Is this a prison?"
>"Are ye a prisoner?"
>"Whats yer crime? I spent a day in a stockade for stealing rum."
>Other?

>>44065772
...
>grab her, try to remove the gauntlets

>>44065772
this>>44065845

>>44065772
>"Whats yer crime? I spent a day in a stockade for stealing rum."

>>44065845 (me again)
if we can't remove her gauntlets, my B plan is to ask the dragon for a ride and fetch Aligot to magic them out

>...
>grab her, try to remove the gauntlets

>What's yer crime? I spent a day in a stockade for stealing rum.

Hey, roll a 1d100, best of three.

>>44065772
>"Whats yer crime? I spent a day in a stockade for stealing rum."

Rolled 55 (1d100)

>>44065973

Rolled 33 (1d100)

>>44065973
aye aye captn

Rolled 18 (1d100)

>>44065973

>>44065994
>>44066018
>>44066035
>55
Not bad

Writing continues!

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Gears start turning in your head.
She can't leave because of the gauntlets on her hand.

She has gauntlets on her hand because she's a prisoner.

"..."

"W-" She takes a step back. "What are you thinking of!? Answer me!"

Without missing another beat, you immediately hop the distance between you and her. She tries raising the saber back up to the ready, but you easily knock away her clumsy form.

"EEEK! STOP! HELP! HEEEELP!"
"Aw quiet Lass." You grab her around the arm. She slaps at you with the gauntlet on her other hand.

Outside, the dragon thrashes some. It seems more concentrated in its anger. It spends it trying to peel the bars back instead of simply ramming them.

Your hands slip between the narrow crevice between her wrist and the ornaments. She starts trying to punch and kick you with any of her limbs that are free.
Gently, you start to lightly tug. You already know what her response will be.
"STOP THAT HURTS EEEE-"
"I haven't even started yet, Lass. Aye just wanted to see how ye'd react."

As expected, she's reacting like a child.
You feel something whap you in the face, despite having all of her limbs pinned. Her amber-green tail tries to fight you off by bouncing against your chest. Fortunately, it's still extremely soft to the touch and by no means a threat.

That's when she realizes that she's losing.
"H-HeY, YOU, LET GO RIGHT NOW. ROTTON SON OF A BITCH I OUTTA TEAR OUT YOUR INTESTINES BY YOUR TONGUE"

Aw yeah, there's the reaction you were expecting.

>Cont.

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>>44066297
Her face is contorting to that of the kind of mad you expect. Quickly, you grab onto both of the gauntlets and give them a good tug.

With a firm 'Pop', they dislodge themselves from her arms. You drop them to the stone floor as they clatter.
Her hands, which she is now furiously scratching, now show their true form. Emerald, scaley claws which gently glow in the light.

"There."
She frowns, looking away at the floor.

"Ye know Lass. Ye could have done that any time ye wanted. Yer no pushover."
She doesn't say anything.

"So." You put your arms behind your head. "What're ye in for? Aye was in the stockade once for stealin' rum."

She suddenly acts defensive, going back to her meek demeanor.
"I-I didn't think it was worth taking it off because the guards would just put them back on!"
"Yet, ye didn't take this chance for freedom."

She blushes, and then sits on her bed.
"I still can't leave, you know."
"Why not?"
Her head pops up. "You know exactly why! If you didn't know why, you wouldn't have come down here. You were probably hired to kill me, weren't you!? Or maybe take me in chains back to your masters?!"

>Yer a nutjob.
>Pssht. Fine.
>Aye'll be seein' ye, Lass. Enjoy stewing down here alone.
>Not rly, yer comin' with me.
>Unless ye have a good reason why you aren't. So why are ye here?
>Aye think I'm really far behind, ye have to bring me up to speed right now.
>Ye know Catland is completely empty right now, aye? Now's a chance to make a break for it.
>Other?

>>44066362
>"what masters? i have no masters"
>"just go with your big sister and everything will be fine, no?"

>>44066362
>>Aye think I'm really far behind, ye have to bring me up to speed right now.

>>44066362
>>Yer a nutjob.
>Ye know Catland is completely empty right now, aye? Now's a chance to make a break for it.
Just say these in the most deadpan way possible.

>>44066362
>Other?
>"I'm here cause yer "sister" was smashin' up the place and as usual catland can't solve its own problems. That's all I know."

>>44066513
We have to say this it's perfect

Lots of good suggestions! Let's see.
>>Yer a nutjob.
>"what masters? i have no masters"
>"I'm here cause yer "sister" was smashin' up the place and as usual catland can't solve its own problems. That's all I know."
>"just go with your big sister and everything will be fine, no?"
>Ye know Catland is completely empty right now, aye? Now's a chance to make a break for it.


How does that sound?
If that's good, I'm writing!

Writing last post of the night, even! Sorry in advance for such a short thread.

>>44066563
that sounds perfect

Hey, Announcer?
Just bringing this up, but have you considered running a thread over multiple days instead of just a single one?

>>44066663
Threads never last long enough for that. We're not really AToW and I'm not exactly Hexer. So afternoon threads are about the best I can do.

I can't really ask someone to bump the thread periodically due to complications with me only being able to run on off-work hours. So it's best just to get what short threads I can.

It's complicated. I've considered it many times.

Anyway, next post almost done!

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'Masters.'
Come to 'kill' her.

Those thoughts swirl in your mind for a few brief seconds. You contemplate what they were doing to her, what kind of insanity was happening in the basement of Gallete, and most of all:

"Yer Crazy." You say, with an absolute deadpan tone in your voice.
"What!?"

"Aye said, 'Yer Crazy'." You keep the tone up. "Ye know, Gallete is empty right now, nothing' stopping ye from makin' a break for it."

"I said 'it's not happening!' It's not my fault you're too simple to understand!"

Her horns twinkle in the light as she turns her head away from you.

"Ye said 'Masters', Lass. Aye have no masters."

Even you are starting to feel frustrated arguing with a prisoner who refuses to free themself. You sit down on the edge of a faded table.
"I'm here cause yer 'sister' was smashin' up the place and, as usual, catland can't solve its own problems. That's all I know."

"So." You continue, swinging your legs over to face her. "Why don't ye just make it easy? Go with yer sister, everythin' will be fine, no?"

That question hangs in the air with almost visible weight. The silence would be angonizing if it weren't for the labored and frustrated gasps and breaths from the scaled behemoth behind the bars.

"..Are you kidding me?"
"Kidding ye? They don't even pay me."

Speaking of which, that reminds you. Why AREN'T they paying you? Is it too late to go ask Charlotte for an advance? Maybe you can take something from the bank and no one would notice.

>Cont.

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"Well, If you MUST know." She stands up, still holding her clothes close to her. Does she think she can take back showing you her very round eggs?

"I am Gallete's Crown Jewel, as it were. Welcome to my throne room." She says, sarcasm in her voice. "If you ever wondered why Gallete has beautiful fields and plentiful harvests, despite having almost no rain. Or why its economy flourishes despite only trading grains. I'm the reason."

She slumps onto her bed. "Or, at least, my father is the reason. My father is the great Emerald dragon. God of the harvest. I've been kept here since I've been a little girl. He dares not attempt a rescue."
You fail to see the problem.

"So-?"
She looks up to meet your eyes.
"If he finds out I've been freed, he will flatten this castle, and every castle on the continent. Then he'll probably start a drought that will last a thousand years, I'm sure."

That WOULD put a dent in your retirement plan of endless drinking.
>Thread End.

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Thanks for the thread everyone. Sorry that it wat longer.

Anyway, I may have some freetime later this week. If CPM doesn't get interrupted, maybe I can run a bonus thread! That'd be great!

But until then, let me know what you thought of today's thread. And if you get some time, maybe think about the storyline so far and tell me if you think it's going in a good direction, or if it's even going in a direction for you.

Thanks, and until next time!

>>44067278
An interesting conundrum

>>44067278
Thanks for running. Nice to see Jack got to see some dragon boobs.

>>44067278
thanks for running

>>44067220
well, sounds like we should have a talk with papa dragon and see if we can negociate him flattening only catland and bearland

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One more thing,

Adding a vote for the latest thread is appreciated, it keeps people from downvoting the thread and subsequently getting it de-listed. It also helps me when I go back to read to see which storylines people liked the most.

Just a friendly reminder that if you liked the thread, or something in it, a vote helps me learn which is or isn't good for retaining interest.
Thanks!

>Nobody voted to touch her tail
You're all failures.

>>44067389
We can do that first thing next thread.

Thanks for running, Announcer.

>>44067406
>>44067389
I'll consider it a free action.

>>44067367
As much as I too hate Catland, letting it get flattened would be bad for us. Cause you know what will happen from that?

Catland refugees will probably end up migrating to somewhere else. Like our Dogland. Do you want all those cats being assholes in our home country? Catland contains them away from us.

>>44067505
FUCK.

>>44067476
Speaking of touching tail... when will we get to touch the princess' fluffy tail again?

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>>44067558
When Catland stops being shit.

So never.

>>44067505
Operation save catland is underway post haste!

>>44067618
Never before has it become this important and critical that Catland be saved.

We must find a way to free the shiny scale tail dragon waifu, while leaving the cats homeland livable enough to keep cats out of our nation.

>>44067652
Or if not "free" then living far more comfortably. Get her treated like royalty or adopted by them.

>>44067652
>shiny scale tail dragon waifu
So, what is better, dragon scale tail, or snake scale tail. This is important.

>>44067862
Doesn't matter. I'm a greedy pirate and want both equally as much.

Jack desire for tail will never be sated. You all know this.

>>44067808
>Wanting her to continue living in Catland or even want to remain there if given chance to live elsewhere
Why would you do that to her?

>>44067935
If she's not in catland it goes to shit, and we're back to cat refugees

>>44068127
The only reason she's there is because, being the shits they are, Catland captured her when she was young and held her as prisoner. If a solution is found that prevents pissed off daddy from turning the land to infertile waste while letting her go free, that's what we should do.

>>44068072
What from?

>>44068072
Oh my. Anybody have sauce on this?

>>44068356
>>44068365
Koi Maguwai.
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