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Welcome to Gorgon Child Quest! Where-in you take up the role of a magical talking artifact being wielded by a young gorgon girl named Cici. Living out of the steadily improving remains of a once great dungeon, the game will focus on exploration, character interaction, and learning as the voices of the players within the amulet help guide her along. I may also include a magic system down the line depending on how things go, but we'll see what the future holds.

For news about quest updates, my twitter can be found here:
https://twitter.com/bananon_QM

And the archive can presently be found here:
http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive.html?searchall=gorgon+child

>>829401
Well it was nice that everything worked out in the end.
>>829406
Hello bananon.

>>829436

Hello, anon. How are you today?

>>829450
Pretty good actually.
And plotting an assault on my refrigerator to liberate some food.

>>829452

This is not bad. Any last words for fortune teller? Speak now or forever hold your peace.

>>829401
Let's see if there's any residual aetheric vibrations we can use here.
"Your grandmother will be told if this! So shape up, get yourself actually checked out for oracular talent, and get some training! The little girl's grandfather is an Archmage, so ask politely and he might help you!"

There, now if that didn't work, you might as well give the fortuneteller directions to your home in case she does take our advice to have her skills tested.
After all, as with you and your mother's bloodline, seer abilities sometimes skip a generation.

Once that's done, why don't we see if the hay rides are ready.

>>829481
Is there any way we can use the disturbance in the fabric of reality to phone the fortuneteller's grandmother?
Something like "Oi! Yer little pipsqueek of a grandkid needs some help on the finer points of oracularin. Didn't you train your daughter at all?"

>>829493

You can try anything, really.

>>829481
Invite her over to the tower, I guess. Sounds like Brad needs to discuss what happened tonight with her.

>>829525
Then let's try.

>>829525
We should do it then.
I wonder what she's like.

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[“Maybe we could help… But we’d probably have to touch the crystal… ball… again…”]

Cici’s thought process peters out a bit as she turns back arounds to face her hostess and inadvertently catches a glimpse behind her shoulder. There, cast in white, is an image of a woman wizened by many years and more, a smile twinkling in her eye and adding yet another crease to her wrinkled face as she places a finger to her lips. Then, with a simple tap of her finger, Cici sees her spirit evaporate into mist, passing into the ball with a gentle flash of light.

“I think I understand,” Cici says to herself with a nod, getting an eye raise from the woman. “You have fun too, Ms. … I don’t know your name.”

“Isabella, child,” the woman says gently.

“Does that mean I can call you Izzy?”

“Call me whatever you want,” she answers with a small laugh, “but I think I’ve taken enough of your time for one evening. Now, take care of yourselves, and be good.”

“I promise! Take care, Izzy!”

With a friendly wave of parting, the tent flaps fall closed behind her, the woman no doubt returning to her seat for some time alone. What would actually come to pass was anyone’s guess, but as Cici takes a deep breath of the nighttime air, she’s sure everything will work out fine. And so, the trio begin making their way back toward the bakery with the great ape leading the way.

“Faa!” he snorts along the way. “Reckon she took a shine to ya lass. I’ve never heard of a fortune teller turning up coin or offering refunds.”

“Yeah,” Katie says. “What did she say about your future?”

“Oh yeah… If you don’t mind?” Hannah adds.

[“Hmm… Mama says that lying is bad, but I think they’d be sad if I told them she was a faker.”]

> Write-in

>>829653
Tell the truth Cici
It's the right thing to do.

>>829653
Just tell them she didnt tell you much. But it was very emotional, and you may have a talent for helping people.

>>829653
It's all right to keep this one to yourself this time. After all, one of the wonders of magic is leaving people wondering how you did it.

>>829653

Tell them a white lie. While lying is usually bad, in cases like this, it's better if they don't know.

>>829653
Tell them that you didn't so much get your fortune read as much as you ended up giving Isabella a better connection to the spirits and her grandmother's spirit, who was also a fortuneteller and seer.

Nothing has to be said about the skill level, or lack thereof, of Isabella before our intervention.

>>829653
I mean technically I'd say we told her fortune. Why not just tell them that?

>>829700
>one of the wonders of magic
That's stage magic and con games.
Real magic is a matter of proper runic circuits and force of will.

>>829744
And rituals. Don't forget those. They are a pain to do just right and take long, but they can do more as a result.

You thing they made us of mere shiny stones and carvings? If that was the case there would be many more artifacta like us around.

Greater works of magic not only take power, they take time and dedication.

>>829692
This. While it isn't strictly speaking honest, it would be best for all involved, probably

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Just tell them she didnt tell you much. But it was very emotional, and you may have a talent for helping people.

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“She didn’t really get a chance to read my fortune,” Cici admits, “but I think I helped her some!”

“So the fortune teller got read,” Guyus chuckles. “Now, that’s funny. Anyway, I figure we better get the lot of you back to her mother so you can finish up the evening. Hopefully she’s been by the furnace and not by the door waiting for us.”

A brisk walk through the chilling air later, and the group gets their answer, Guyus opening the door to find a most curious sight. Really, it would make sense, snakes being attracted to heat as they are, but the sight of a twenty or so foot gorgon with her coils curled around and around an oven, her human half snoring gently as she props it against the chimney is still a dumb-founding sight. Add in a gentle, snoring rhythm and it falls into the decidedly comical category, though Guyus attempts to stifle his quickly as he comes upon the sleeping snake woman.

“Hey there, lass,” he calls gently, nudging against Mama’s borrowed gorilla coat. “Time to wake up now. It isn’t time for bed yet.”

“Nnnn…. Sssss….”

“Yeah, yeah, you can hiss at me all ya like, but ye’ve yer own hearth to return to,” Guyus insists. “Don’t make me get the coffee.”

More gentle presses, more non-committal noises, and Guyus finally gets tired and turns to the stove on the side, lighting up a small fire and producing a pot and strong smelling grounds before setting to work.

“Mama…” Cici calls softly up to her mother, her head far too close to the ceiling. “Mama, do you need to go to bed?”

“Nnnn murble….” the grumbling trails off.

“Hmmm….” Cici realizes that desperate times call for desperate measures, and so she places one foot on her mother’s coils and begins scaling her like a tree, precariously balancing on her back to get next to her ear.

“Mama it’s time to wake up,” she whispers, tugging gently at one of her mother’s head snakes. “We’ve gotta get home, Mama.”

“Mmmm, uh?” The snake woman finally seems to rouse as her coils move beneath her, the girls backing away as they flatten out across the room. “Sweetling, what’s going on?”

“You were sleepin’, Mama, and snoring real loud.”

That seems to catch her attention as she straightens, wiping her chin with one hand and grabbing Cici with the other.

“Oh dear, that’s… um, my apologies, Guyus.”

“Yer not much of a night owl,” the old man comments idly, already with a steaming cup in hand. “And truth be told, neither am I. Just hang in there a bit longer, hmm?”

Mama murmurs things into her mug of coffee as she begins drinking it black, making a face all the while.
[“Mama seems sleepy, but I still wanna go on the hay ride.”]

> Write-in

>>829927
Cici, see if you could spend the night at your friends house, and you can have your mother head back home. Tell her that you need to experience this sooner or later, and that your desire to go on the hay-ride means that this could be a good learning opportunity.

>>829936
i'll second this

>>829927
Cici go home, family is more important.

Unless you get another responsible adult to help.

>>829936
OOH OOH SLUMBER PARTY AT KATE'S

>>829927
You can ask Guyus if he can take you, Katie, and Hannah to the hayride. Maybe ask if you can stay the night, if it's getting too late.

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There is never time for everything and given the state your mother is in she is liable to pass out of the way home. Probably better to call the night there.

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Yeah, let's go home.

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Party poopers.
>>829927
I'll support them.

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It takes a few minutes, but as the coffee disappears, the large snake woman seems to come more and more to her senses. Finally, with a sigh, she rights her outfit, places her hat back on her head, and turns to Guyus.

“Thank you very much for taking care of them for a moment. I really should have prepared better for the weather.”

“Paa! Ye had other matters on your mind, I’d wager. Anyhow, feel free to keep the coat for the evening. It’s not like I’ll be far enough from home to need it.”

“I couldn’t possibly-“

“See, ye keep saying that, but the time’s already passed. You’re the grand gorilla witch, now. Look, ye’ve even got the swarm of tiny monkeys to prove it.”

“Not a monkey…” Katie grumbles, but Cici just giggles as they collectively make their way out of the door.

[“Sleepovers do sound fun…”]

Still, it takes a good long while for Cici to find the words (not to mention the courage) to make the request as the group is making their way down the darkened roads toward the farm. It really was getting late now that she noticed, music having given way to long shadows and nothing but the intermittent noises of the night.

“Psst, Katie,” Cici whispers, bringing the girl in close to explain her devious plot. “Do you think I could stay over tonight after the hay ride?”

“Yeah,” Katie says with a nod. “You’ll have to ask Granma though.”

“Ask her about what?” the older snake woman probes, apparently having at least caught the last bit.

“Mama, do you think I could spend the night at Katie’s Granma’s?” Cici asks, blurting it all out at once. “I know that you’re super sleepy, but I figured there’d be… I mean…”

Mama puts a reassuring hand on Cici’s head before issuing a long yawn.

“Well, I’m sure that that would be alright,” she says drowsily, “provided her grandmother is okay with it, of course. We’ll ask her when we get there.”

With that confirmed, the group continues on their way, the girl’s still excitedly chattering about the night’s events as they make their way over the hills and around the bend where the familiar farm waits for them. And as they crest that final hill, they notice that the farm as yet still has a few visitors running about, the sight of a few groups wandering through the cornfield visible from overhead.

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“Well, look what the cats drug back,” the old lady laughs as the group nears the porch, her former garb now swapped out for an older style, more formal dress. “They didn’t cause ye too much trouble, now did they?”

“They were angels,” Mama assures her with a smile. “If I might ask though, Cici was wondering if she could spend the night.”

“Well, we’re about packed to the gills with relatives,” the old woman says, “but I reckon she ain’t gonna take up a whole mess of space.”

The girls smile amongst themselves.

“I’ll even put a bit of breakfast in her belly before walkin’ her back.”

“Thank you, Ms. Katie’s Granma!” Cici chirps happily.

“Heheh, Ms. Agatha’ll do fine.”

“Thanks, Ms. Agatha!”

“Yer plenty welcome, hon. Anyway, go on and git now. The night’s getting’ long and I want the rows clear before the roosters start cluckin’. Katie, ya know the way.”

“Yes ma’am!”

And like that, the girls are off, running at full sprint in the dark.

[“So, what do you do at sleepovers?”]

> Write-in

>>830135

Hey other souls. Do girls still dance naked in the moonlight or did that die out after the great coven?

I may or may not have been a witch.

>>830135
Generally you talk to each other about what you like to do Cici. I know that for children of your age, you sometime play games of skill (like tiddlywinks) or chance (like heads down thumbs up).

>>830135
You talk, play dress up and play games.

>>830135
Tell stories, play dress up. When girls get older, it seems that they talk about boys and play with make-up.

>>830191
But you are too young for make up and boys.

>>830135
Talk about things you like, and when you're older, cook things.

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[“Games sound fun, and we’re already playing dress up! Being naked sounds uncomfortable though. You’d get grass an’ bugs everywhere!”]

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[“I really wanna learn how to cook better…”]

Still, those plans would have to wait for later, as without losing speed, the girls quickly dive into the maze, walls of corn rising up all around them as they go. It’s a sort of surreal feeling for Cici as the surrounding foliage swallows up the land, the sky above becoming the only sight they can see beyond the stalks. Of course, as mesmerizing as the shifting darkness is, there comes a certain clumsiness, and it isn’t long before the girls are grasping each other’s hands to keep their relative distances fixed, Katie intrepidly leading the way.

Breath soon coming fast, heart pounding, still something was bothering Cici at the back of her mind.

“Katie, what’s a tiddlywink?” Cici finally asks as they round another bend.

“A tiddlywhat?”

“A tiddlywink,” she repeats. “The voices say your supposed to play it at sleepovers, but I don’t know what one is.”

“Maybe it’s an instrument!” Hannah suggests.

“I dunno…” Katie admits, “but what’s this about voices?”

> Write-in

>>830335
We've hardly been kept a secret up till this point and I see no reason to start now.

>>830335
Eh, ask Momma later.

>>830335
Tiddlywinks is a game where you take coins, or wooden tokens that are shaped like them, and try to use them to get all of yours into a cup.

>>830335
Might as well talk to them about us. Let them put their hands on us so we can say hello. Just tell them to take a breath and not to get scared beforehand. We're relatively nice spirit ghost thingies, provided they don't act like jerks.

>>830335
We aren't a secret, but we haven't been advertised, either.
Eh, just tell them we're an ancient Dwarven artifact of extremely high workmanship but of dubious usefulness, and that we've been deemed "relatively harmless" by your grandfather.

>>830367
Firstly. We don't have a squidger and secondly I cannot believe that that is a real word.

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“Mama found a bracelet a while ago,” Cici says, gesturing to her free hand. “It lets the voices talk to me and tell me lots of stuff.”

“That sounds crazy!” Katie says.

“But it’s not a fib, honest!” Cici objects. “Here, if you touch it you can talk to them too!”

“Eh, sure,” Katie says. “It wouldn’t be the weirdest thing...”

With a little skepticism, the girls take hold of the bracer and the echo chambers of their minds open.

> Write-in

>>830466
Hi, girls! Hope you're doing alright and enjoying the night!

>>830466
Hello Katie! Please take good care of Cici. She is a very nice girl, and all of us disembodied voices like her quite a bit.

>>830466
Hi!
Welcome!
It's nice to meet you!

>>830466
Well hello there, girls!
You've just made a connection with an ancient Dwarven artifact of high workmanship and dubious usefulness!

Honestly, it's been so long that most of us in here don't remember what we were originally built for.

>>830466
Eat your vegetables.

>>830484
Well we give good advice at least.

>>830466
Evening, girls! How's your evening going tonight? You seem to be having lots of fun!

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Hello! How have you been enjoying the festivities?

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Oh, right, we sometimes have the ability to push images into the minds of those we communicate with.

Can you see this, girls?

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“You weren’t kidding!” Katie gasps.

“H-hi… I think,” Hannah says timidly. “Can they hear us?”

“Uh-huh,” Cici confirms. “You don’t even have to talk to them. You just need to think it.”

[“Hello? Am I doing this right?”] Katie thinks experimentally, and immediately the voices begin chattering at her.

“Your mom’s the best!” the awe-struck girl confirms. “Can they shoot laser beams or something else cool like that?”

“I… I don’t think so, but Grampa says I can become a mage!”

“Wait, you have a grandfather?” Hannah asks.

“Mhm, he showed up a couple of days ago. He’s a wizard with a pointy cap an’ everything!”

“Honestly,” Kate concedes. “I don’t think it’s worth doubting you at this point. That’s really cool!”

“Super cool…” Hannah echoes.

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“Sort of…” Katie answers. “It’s super weird though. Also, tonight has been fun, but squash is awful...”

> Write-in

>>830584
Eh, everyone has things they don't like. Take this as kind of a lesson, though! Be sure to keep your minds open. You never know when something new ends up being something cool.

>>830584
Squash is good for you, despite the bad flavor. A soup might be made to render it more palatable. Do try and choke it down, even if you don't like it. Growing kids need good nutrition.

>>830584
Have you ever tried roasted squash? I find it quite wonderful.

>>830584
Alright girls, let's get through this maze, right?
Then, if they're still doing it, the hay ride, and then some sleep.
You aren't college students yet, with the needing to pull all-nighters to get papers finished or studying for an exam.

>>830584
It's nice to meet you girls in person! I'm glad you two are playing nice with Cici here. We were getting kind of nervous about finding her other friends to play with...

Anyway, you two are welcome to come to the tower as guests in the future, provided your parents allow you to. Yes, that means you, Hannah. Just be patient, we'll have Cici come to visit you in town when her mother allows her, okay?

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“Yeah, we should probably try to get through this quick,” Katie agrees, taking her hand off the bracelet. “Come on. We’re about half-way…. There…”

Katie’s face goes pale as she looks over the shoulders of the other girls and down the path from which they just came. There, barely visible in the pale moonlight is a form that should not be there: tall, clad in thick fur and with eyes that shine like burning coals in the utter dark. It stares at the group as they all turn their gaze toward it, silent and still.

“H-Hello,” Cici chances at the strange creature, but her only response is the sound of other forms creeping through the brush and coming swiftly down the path ahead.

And then, as though a silent order had been given, the other form comes barreling toward them with a blood curdling roar.

“AAAAaaaaaaahhhh!!”

The scream goes out from all of the girls as the panic rises, the features of the creature becoming ever more horrid as it draws closer. Ragged fur, eyes like flames, a mouth like a wolf that opens wide to show sharp teeth.

> Write-in

>>830704
Call me a skeptic but I don't think real werewolves wait to be noticed before doing the whole rip and tear thing. That said try and wade through the corn to circle around it, drag the girls with you.

>>830704
Run!
Is someone wearing a costume

>>830704
Run Cici, make sure your friends are running too.

>>830704
One the one hand, it's Halloween.
But on the other, remember how close to the village a goddamn Devil Bear was living?
Yeah, run Cici. You might be able to get some distance if you can zigzag your way through the corn rows, since you likely will be at a disadvantage in a straightaway.

>>830704
"Jump to the side right before it gets to you. The momentum from its charge will stop it from turning quickly, giving us time.

As a last resort, press the bracelet to the wolf. We might be able to harm or confuse it in this way, such as by flooding it with information, if the safeguards do not prevent us. This will likely affect you, however, only do so if there are no other options."

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Sad to say, but this may be the only option.

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Cici has precious little cognitive capacity at the moment, but with possible monsters approaching from all sides, she can at least understand an exit strategy. And so, with no time for warnings, she simply grabs the other girls by their arms and runs, Din-Din not far behind as they collective forsake the path dive into the stalks beyond.

A little-known fact about corn stocks, though their fruit is delicious, they are not especially hospitable plants by nature. With thick trunks and sharp leaves, only the desperate or the mad would take a merry jaunt through a thick cluster of them. However, Cici and the girls are too terrified to pay it any mind as they put all their power into their legs, kicking and twisting through narrow gaps as the sounds of massive, crashing forms erupt from behind them.

“The road is this way!” Katie screams after several minutes of flight, resuming lead of the pack as she begins barreling in a more specific direction where the corn seems thinner.

Still, they are far from out of the woods yet. Unrelenting, unstoppable, no matter how fast they run, it seems the beasts are always right on their tails, their ragged breath growing steadily louder and more monstrous with each passing second as the girls struggle to reach a location of relative safety and the possibility of aid on the open road.

And fortunately for them, they find not only it, but a break in the fence at just such a location, jumping over a downed beam and gaining a good stretch of distance up the road before the creatures rush out after them.

“Stay away!” Katie shouts, through labored breaths.

“Yeah, leave us al-“ Cici’s voice trails off as her foot catches a dip in the road, the girl going face down in the dirt with the monsters not far behind.

> Write-in

>>830829
"Run, try calling for help."

Rolled 81 (1d100)

>>830829
Cici, do you remember what Grampa Wizard told you about how to cast spells? Run for the house and try and do it when you get there.

>>830829
Cry for help!
I think they took scaring the kids a tad too seriously

>>830829
Get up and use those snakes on your head to get a sense of the situation.
Continue running.

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Okay these are either actual monsters or really irresponsible adults. Either way, throw the rock at them and hiss.

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Cici’s knees hurt terribly as she pulls them up from the hard, dirt road, as do her hands, but she knows that she needs to keep running. She just tries her best to keep the tears from her eyes as she wobbles after the other girls, painfully teetering and almost falling again before truly regaining her feet. It’s only then that she remembers to use her head snakes to look back.

And there, much to her surprise, the monsters seem to have stopped in their tracks for a moment, perhaps slightly hesitant or just plain confused by the rabbit now standing defiantly in the middle of the road and blocking their way, a soft growl building in his throat. Of course, a growling rabbit is not a particularly intimidating beast, something the monsters make all too clear as they chuckle amongst themselves at the rearing hare, pointing at him in a demeaning fashion and heads swaying with mirth.

A split second later, the middle of the pack would learn that hand would have been better served guarding his crotch as the angry Din-Din looses a primal scream and leaps into battle, cape billowing dramatically before he sinks his fangs deep, deep into the place where the sun doesn’t shine. The effect is rather immediate, a scream three octaves higher than anything heard before erupting from the monster’s throat as it begins desperately thrashing against the unholy beast threatening its future children.

The other monsters seem to have forgotten the hunt at this point, instead much more focused on their thrashing comrade and his desperate struggle with a creature one fifth his size, a conflict they seem to have no idea how to enter.

All Cici knows is that as the first punch lands on Din-Din’s face she has to do something.

> Write-in

>>830913
Cici, you need to stay calm. Assess the situation, cast magic if you can. Send the girls for help.

>>830936
She doesn't know how to do any real magic yet.

maybe...maybe she can do stone gaze? I know it's scary, but you really really want them to STOP, right?

>>830951
She has good aim and there is a rock nearby, also I didn't think we could turn people to stone.

>>830913
Cici, have tried a stone gaze before? It is something that your people are famous for. Imagine how much you don't like them right now, and imagine their turning to stone.

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Why do you want to turn people to stone‽ People are already scared of her mother, we certainly don't know how to turn people back to flesh, and problems caused by people overreacting are rarely solved by murder!

>>830971
We've got werewolves attacking us. I think we can get a pass on this shit.

>>830978
They are clearly not real werewolves as evidenced by the fact they stopped and laughed. The correct course of action is to de-escalate things by getting their attention with either: Hissing, throwing things, or yelling.

>>830971
These aren't people, and if they are, they aren't good ones.

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They're PUNCHING Din-Din!

>>830989
I'm not saying we don't have the moral high ground. I'm saying that best case scenario this ends with us hiding bodies and worst case ends with a lynch mob.

ngggghhh fiiiiiiiiiine. Let's do the hissy spitty thing- but I sincerely don't think it'll work. I'm not sure what else she CAN do that might be an honestly effective deterrent.

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[“I don’t know how to turn people into stone… but maybe…”]

Before Cici can give it too much thought, a rock goes flying past her left-hand side, smacking one of the wolf-people clean upside the head before ricocheting off into the corn.

“Leave Din-Din alone!” Katie shouts as she runs back toward Cici, hefting another projectile.

“Yeah!” Hannah’s rock connects with another’s shin.

They are soon coming one after another, the girls pelting the beasts in a rain of stone. However, the rocks don’t seem to do much to make them stop as the two others begin trying to help their friend extricate the rabbit, Din-Din’s squeals a lot less angry now and more scared as he realizes he is outnumbered and surrounded.

It’s at that point Cici tries to summon up her mana, painfully pushing her mind as she tries to force all of the pain and fear in her stomach into the little snakes on her head. And for a moment, she thinks she can feel it, something like a ripple running through them, her vision going slightly off color as something begins to come out.

Of course, it takes the creatures a moment to figure out what’s going on, but as one turns toward Cici, the first wide-eyed individual is quick to begin waving his hands and shouting in a distinctly human voice, though his words are muffled by the mask he wears. However, try as she might, something about the feeling just doesn’t want to stop now, the pain in her head only increasing as tears flow down her cheeks. It’s like trying to stop a river set in motion, and Cici feels lost in its flow. That is, until something else catches her gaze.

Like a meteor or a tiny sun, a pin prick of light shows itself against the blanket of night. More than a star, however, it grows brighter by the moment, its glow intensifying, blooming into a ball of fire against the black curtain as a massive pressure wave comes down on their location. The boys, and boys they are, are understandably more focused on the young gorgon giving them the death stare from the front, of course. So, perhaps they can be pardoned for not realizing until the last moment, the last moment before that blazing ball of fire comes crashing to the earth right behind them.

Something like a shockwave goes out in the wake of that heavenly projectile as it collides with the earth, fire and light flashing nearly bright enough to blind as the flames shudder and roar out from the impacting crater. However, were that the sole source of terror, the boys would perhaps have counted themselves thankful. No, what emerges as the flames recede is far, far more terrifying, a beast clad in flames, made of flame, its wings like those of a bat and its neck wreathed in a mane like that of a lion as a peal like thunder erupts from its mouth with a deafening rapport.

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“Now…” echoes the voice of the beast’s rider, his voice distorted among the flames as he glares imperiously down at the trio through his slit visor. “Would any of you gentlemen like to explain what you’re doing to my niece?”

>>831028
GRAMPA WIZARD TO THE FUCKING RESCUE!!! OH SWEET MERCIFUL BASED BANANON THANK YOU!

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>>831028
So cool.
Thanks Wizard Grandpa!
He's the best.

>>831028
They're in trouble~

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And I think that's all the time I have to write tonight folks. Glad you anons enjoyed it, and I'll be sure to let you know if I happen into some more time to write later in the week (maybe Friday). Until then, sleep well and take care.

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>>831041
I am entirely okay with it ending on that note. Thank you for saving Cici, you magnificent bastard.

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>>831048

Cici is a good girl.

AAAAAHHHH! SKELETON BRO IS BACK!

>>831028
Cici go for your pet rabbit, you are safe now.

Then count to ten and calm down while you hug Din-Din.

A normal rabbit is not that strong. Is Din Din a monster rabbit now?

Back in my village, sometimes animals became monsters...

But it was rare.

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>>831026
>sounds like a manticore
>full suit of armor
Oh yeah, Uncle Lee is BACK!

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>>831037
This ain't grampy wizard, this is uncle bard.

>>831592
Hi Bones, does fire still hate you? Be careful because if you die yet again you may join us here. Is not Hell but is really boring!

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Friday is looking likely, just so people know, and I'll likely continue on this thread if it stays around page 5 or higher.

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Updooting to keep thread alive.

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>>836015

New thread
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