>>1412796
>Druid

>>1412796
>other
ancient dragon, served by lizardfolk, elemental magic is specialty. Is a dragon

>>1412796
>The Witch - Ruled your Kingdom for over hundred years. Sealed away by your apprentices. You used to be most powerful magic user alive, won the hearts of men as well as battles, but will your knowledge still be useful in present times?

>>1412796
>>Fanatical Druid-For your Extreme beliefs your order sealed you away in a tomb of stone and iron, away from the green of the forest. You can control the forces of nature, commanding beast and tree to do your will. You can create your minions from the forest itself.

>>1412796
>Druid

>Druid it is. Writing.

>>1412796
>Demon lord

>>1412796
>>Ancient Vampire lord. Sealed away for centuries you hunger for blood and to regain your throne. You suffer a weakness to daylight, silver and Sanctified structures. You have the ability to Mesmerize and control weak willed humans and can command animals (wolves, Bats,rats). Your blood can mutate and change humans who ingest it into Vampires or Ghouls.

You trace your fingers along the stone of your tomb, the iron bands keeping the lid tight long rusted away to nothingness. Your long, jagged nails tick and scrape along the rough surface as your strength gathers further. With the strength and energy comes memories. Memories of your glory in the service of the Green Mother.

Entire armies swallowed by choking vines and crawling insects.

Cities consumed by legions of living wood, beasts changed into great creatures of war.

An older man. Another druid... a master? Impaled on a spear of twisted bone and wood. Laughter and blood in a circle of runes.

HER appearing to you, whispering secrets of the world in your ear in a voice of rustling leaves and water.


A final ceremony that broke your power and temporarily rendered you unconscious, when you awoke you were HERE. Away from the green, away from pure LIFE. Away from HER.

If you weren't already insane the centuries of isolation would have finished the job. You raged. You wept. You begged. You slept.

But now. Now SOME poor soul has released you. you doubt any of your order remain powerful enough to challenge you again.

The presence of life that broke the first ward approaches further....

>Break open your tomb (D20)

>Influence their minds to come and fully release you (D20)

>Try to reach out to the mosses and fungi of the crypt, erode the stone and you will walk free (D20)

>>1412840
I have to sat I really dislike druids but I think will be very interesting and im in. I really wonder what our dude thinks that even other druids think is crazy. That is a pretty high bar for extremeism and it will be fasinating to see you write and us rp

Rolled 3 (1d20)

>>1412859
>>Break open your tomb (D20)

Rolled 10 (1d20)

>>1412859
>>Try to reach out to the mosses and fungi of the crypt, erode the stone and you will walk free (D20)

Rolled 20 (1d20)

>>1412859
>Try to reach out to the mosses and fungi of the crypt, erode the stone and you will walk free (D20)

Rolled 2 (1d20)

>>1412859
>Break open your tomb (D20)

>>1412879
oh boy

>>1412872
Thank you anon :) ill try to be a good writer here. My basis for the druid is he is massively genocidal (even compared to other druids) and would gladly wipe out all sentient life to ensure the earth remains pristine

>>1412889
>really hyped for this, I love druids and seeing one take it "a little" too far is gonna be great.

>20. EROSION

you close your eyes, not that it matters in the stygian darkness of your crypt and begin reaching your mind out to the various small creeping mosses and fungi around you.

"Grow little ones. Grow and crumble this cursed stone"

Their nearly nonexistent essences surge as they are fed scraps of your power, shooting across the floor and walls, covering your tomb in a thick, shivering blanket of green and brown that sends a cascade of dust floating gently to the ground as the lid to your prison falls away to nothing.

FREEDOM. You would shout but your voice has long since failed you. Your gift of immortality has not protected you from becoming a dried husk.

You step forward creakily, ancient tendons and bones popping as you fall to your knees, digging emaciated fingers into the thick soil coating the floor.

A flash of light along the cave wall catches your eyes, a faint flickering glow approaches...

>Play dead, recline in your tomb and let them approach (d20)

>Humans? Elves? Dwarves? All they do is desecrate the Mother. Kill them. (D20)

>Bury yourself in the thick Loam of the cave floor and begin absorbing the vitality of the various cave flora. Regain some power (D20)

>Hide (D20)

Rolled 14 (1d20)

>>1412906
>>Humans? Elves? Dwarves? All they do is desecrate the Mother. Kill them. (D20)

Rolled 1 (1d20)

>>1412906
>Regain some power.

>>1412906
Play dead

Rolled 10 (1d20)

>>1412906
>>Bury yourself in the thick Loam of the cave floor and begin absorbing the vitality of the various cave flora. Regain some power (D20)

Rolled 16 (1d20)

>>1412906
>Regain some power (D20)

>1. Regain some vitality.

With a wave of your hand the thick layer of composting detritus of the cave floor folds away, resembling a shallow grave. You lean back and fall into the soft soil bed with a airy sigh and will the soil to cover you.

Shit. Its too shallow.

Your hands and knees are uncovered, leathery skin standing proud of the wet soil. You hope that they dismiss your exposed appendages as petrified wood or animal bones or something similar while you focus on absorbing nutrients and moisture from the soil much like a tree.

You hear the group of explorers coming closer, their muffled conversations conveying surprise and shock at the ancient structures found within what must be a deep natural cave.

Suddenly a sharp impact on your knee invokes a hiss of pain from one of the group as a weight lands upon the soil covering you

One of them just fucking tripped over you.

"You okay? That was a nasty spill there Arleth" comes a light voice somewhere to your left

"yeah im ok Durst, just busted my ass on this.... Old root? Maybe? Who knows" comes a melodic voice above you, a slight chuckle being heard.

A slight sensation reaches you, the feel of cold steel. Hes picking at your leg with a dagger!

>Kill them (D20)

>Spring from the ground. Go for intimidation. (D20)

>Leech the life from "Arleth". Regain power, kill him (D20)

>Playing dead intensifies (D20)

>>1412972
Play dead even harder

>>1412987
You gonna roll there anon?

Rolled 17 (1d20)

>>1412972
>Playing dead intensifies (D20)

Rolled 15 (1d20)

>>1412989
Whoops sorry

>>1412997
All is well. Just don't want to have to ignore someone's vote because of no roll :)

Rolled 20 (1d20)

>>1412972
>>Leech the life from "Arleth". Regain power, kill him (D20)

>>1412987
>>1412990
come on guys we have been in here long enguh time to sprad the treees and make the forest grate again
train of life

Rolled 9 (1d20)

>>1412972
>leech life

>>1413012
Backing this one, naturally.

Thought wouldn't this kind of make us a Necromancer?

>20. Leech mode activate

Arleths's dagger continues to chip away at your leathery, mummified skin as his companion (judging from the vibrations) walks around your crypt, inspecting the various inscriptions and engravings that have survived the eons.

"This one here seems to say 'Beware all who enter here. The tomb of '...... I can't read that bit. 'A thousand curses upon he who rests here. Breaker of oaths and Defiler of the innocent.'" Durst pauses in his translation.
"Some serious bad Juju here Arleth. This was a tomb for someone that SOMEBODY really didn't like"

Arleth chuckles, pausing in his carving of your knee
"Who cares WHO he was? Dumb prick has been dead and buried for at least a thousand years. Look at the tomb? Its all eroded. All we gotta worry about is whether the shit left us any goodies ri-HRRRK!"

Arleths's pep talk is cut short by your withered, mummified hand springing from the soil and latching around his throat. Countless tiny root like barbs embed in his flesh and begin siphoning off his life force at a rapid pace. Your head emerges from the soil and you watch as his flesh becomes gray and hard, sinking in and becoming dry as petrified wood. After a few moments you toss his husk aside, his skin cracking and releasing a puff of dried blood as his bones shatter

You emerge from your shallow grave feeling slightly rejuvenated, your eyes have regained their wetness and your lungs once more work correctly. Your blood flows once more and you resemble a living man instead of a mummified corpse.

>Living appearance regained. Only on close inspections will someone be able to tell there is something fishy about you.
>Thorn whip unlocked. A basic attack for a druid, summons a thick, thorn studded vine to lash and slash at opponents.
>Root shackles unlocked- Summon tendrils of green to immobilize a foe temporarily

Durst luckily did not hear the demise of his exploring partner and is engrossed in deciphering WHO exactly was buried here.

>Kill him (D20)

>Leech him also. You'll need energy to regain your full might. (D20)

>Test your voice (Say what? D20)

>Other (D20)

>>1413036
Its basically a parasitic magic, draining the vitality of a target to replenish your own, slightly necromancer leaning but Id say most "evil" characters should have a Leech attack

Rolled 14 (1d20)

>>1413058
>>Root shackles unlocked- Summon tendrils of green to immobilize a foe temporarily
as we ask him things

Rolled 20 (1d20)

>>1413058

>Other
>Use root shackles on Durst, then commence interrogating him on who told them about this place how they got here and who they are.

>>1413086
so many god dam 20 crits up in here
no wounder they locked us up

Rolled 6 (1d20)

>>1413058
Test your voice: WHO HAS RELEASED ME? ARE YOU FOOLS BLINDED BY GREED OR JUST IGNORANT!?

>>1413058
>>1413086
seconding this. We can leech him later

>>1413086
Backing this one

But holy shit all these 20s. Are the roles best of three or four?

>>1413153
best of 3 and a crit gets taken

>>1413086
Lets do this but we have to be hammy about it. Were an insane long sealed away evil dude its In the rules we have to be hammy.

>>1413157
Sing a song or some shit.

Like Tim Curry's toxic love but in reverse.

>20. Root shackles.

You emerge fully from the soil and test your freshly rejuvenated muscles as you stride along the crypt floor towards Durst. Your tattered, stained robes flutter behind you, the dark green long since faded to a dull brown and grey.

Durst is a large human male with thick red hair and a large beard. He is clothed in practical clothing, thick canvas pants and a jacket with many pockets. A small lantern is in his hand and he hold it high as he attempts to make out the inscriptions.

With a wave of your hand you send along shoots of green growth along the crypt floor, the tendrils rapidly shooting up the wall and anchoring their roots in the cracks. With a whiplike snap they lunge forward, wrapping around his neck, shoulders, chest, forearms, waist, thighs, knees and ankles.completely immobilized e is spun around and pressed tightly against the wall, the vines binding him intertwining and growing fresh roots into the wall

"What the fuck!!? What-Shit! Fuck! Arleth! ARLETH! HELP YOU FUCK!!!"

You step from the shadows and lock eyes with the man, the blood visibly leaving his face.

"Ar.... Hmmm... Arleth is... Indisposed. Perhaps... I could ..release you... If you but... Answer my questions?"
Your voice is hoarse, raspy and dry but rapidly regaining its fluidity. The knowledge of the language you ripped from Arleth is quite useful.

>First question? D20, taking the highest

Rolled 18 (1d20)

>>1413164
what year is it
and y do you wear this werid cloths

>>1413163
THATS BRILLIANT while interrogating them we can sign a disney style villain song about us and our goals. I love this already

Rolled 8 (1d20)

>What year is it?
>Why're you here?
>Are there any other druiddic orders?
Do you think I'd sound good in a musical number?

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>>1413163
>Mfw anons want me to write in singing.

>>1413170
Seconded

>>1413172
>>1413197
the real rreasion we got locked away was from all the singing and danceing around

Rolled 20 (1d20)

>>1413164
Are there more of you nearby?

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>>1413197
DO IT

>>1413202
Naw the reason we lost was they attacked mid song and we never saw it coming

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>>1413204
and a 2nd 20
lol

>>1413204
Nevermind, I want to see the singing druid too

>>1413197
I'm sure some druidic chanting is in character

>Fuck ok. Give me a minute to figure out how to write in singing while interrogating this guy. If you have any lyric suggestions feel free.

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>>1413197
It's fine if you don't man, we could totally write our own songs. Can't be that hard right?

Right?

>>1413227
Wedidit.jpg
If you can make this fit the tone so far I'm gonna be impressed.

>>1413227
Anyone come here from /mu ? Speak now or forever hold your peace

>>1413218
also we should time our moves, attcks with the son>>1413231
>>1413227
g we are singing

We are basically playing as evil druid david bowie. This will be good

>>1413275
is there any other way to play as?

>>1413283
I.... I... I dont remember anymore anon

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>>1413289
There was never any other way, and now OP's Under Pressure.

>Don't make fun of me for this anons I literally have no musical experience. This will not be a regular occurrence because I am self cringing right now.
>20. Interrogation time.

Durst nods frantically, as much as the bonds of the vines will allow him
"Of-of course! Ill tell you anything you want!"

You smile thinly, showing teeth blackened by age and rot
"Anything... You say?.... Tell me... Where are you from Durst?"

He gulps visibly, fear obviously gripping him
"Im from ColdHarbor! Im-im a Translator and... And Treasure hunter..."

You grimace, those that seek the shining metals of this earth have always been the first to destroy it.

You step along the ruins near him, your chipped nails tapping along a staccato beat as you think.
"A translator eh? A seeker of knowledge and shiny bits eh? Well my friend you'll be ruing the day, that you sank your filthy feet in my cave.

This tomb, this prison of mine, my sanctuary and home for all time. The last ruin you'll be doing. Your friend Arleth was the fuel for all of your undoings.

Whiteharbor will only be the first, and let me tell you ill be doing so much worse. Homicide, Genocide, Ive already covered patricide and fratricide. So tell me Durst, all the things I want to know before I do my very worst"

Dear green mother you really are insane...

>You fuckers LITERALLY asked for this so don't complain.

>Next question (D20)

>>1413345
Fuck replace Whiteharbor with ColdHarbor.

>>1413345
dont hav to do this ebery time
but mybe for big things
when the stage is just right

>>1413345
10/10 would quest again.

Rolled 17 (1d20)

>>1413345
>my sides

Next Question: Translator, eh? Time to freshen up my memory. What is written on the walls?

>not sure if we can read the runes or not

Rolled 20 (1d20)

>>1413345
ColdHarbor what type of town and where is it
we start a new druid culte with the naked singing and chanting

>>1413386
omg druid david bowe demands we become a rockstar to get followers

>>1413386
>20.
Really?!

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>>1413388
of course evil druid david bowie gets all the 20s
and we havent even left the starting point

>>1413386
You remind me of the babe.

>>1413413
Killer Druid has no weakness

>>1413429
??? the babe?
>>1413441
we going to be slatking the forset raves?

>>1413471
Fuck it, you slaughtered it but, the babe with the power.

>>1413486
What power?

>>1413490
there we go,

The Power of Voodoo.

>>1413495
Whodo?

>>1413495
Who do?

>>1413495
you voodoo bitch

>>1413499
>>1413502
You do!

>>1413504
Do what?
>>1413503
I can't tell if you're fucking around or you just don't know about David Bowie

>20! COLDHARBOR BITCH! WHERE IS IT???

Your impromptu song and dance seems to have unnerved Durst even further. His eyes are wide one his skin ashen grey. You approach slowly and drag a jagged nail along his cheek.

"This.. ColdHarbor.... Where is it? What sort of town is it" you inquire in your rapidly smoothing voice

Durst stammers, his tongue refusing to flap for a moment before he masters himself
"Its several days travel to the north! Its-its a bit of a smaller town, lots of wharfs and fisheries to feed the town and supply a bit of trade. There's a pretty booming logging industry coming up too! Lots of old trees there for them to...." he trails off as your eyes glow with green fire.

Cutting down the trees? Taking the life of the mothers oceans? BARBARIANS.

You dig your nails into his throat and bare your teeth, the chipped enamel grinding

>Last question (D20)

>>1413511
Remind me of the babe!

>>1413511
it was a song opening for dead island

who do you voodoo bitch is a song the black guy sings

>>1413513
Pls no anon

Rolled 11 (1d20)

>>1413512
>Do you have any last words?

>>1413514
Naw man we know, but come on. Labyrinth? Under Pressure, sung with Queen?

>>1413516
There was never any other option OP, this had to be done.

Rolled 7 (1d20)

>>1413512
I got nothing
>>1413514
In response to a Bowie quote that came after you yourself mentioned the man by name

Rolled 13 (1d20)

>>1413512
Who is the guy running the logging industry?

Rolled 9 (1d20)

>>1413542
i know
and now look what happens
>>1413520
i havent seen it in yars
bt i know i should have goten it

Rolled 2 (1d20)

>>1413512
Can we polymorph him? If we can ask him what his favorite animal is then polymorph him to that. Otherwise ask what he was doing here

>>1413579
You do not have polymorph yet and also the version of polymorph in this setting is a little more.... Rough than you'd be thinking.

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>>1413582
Could we polymorph ourselves though?

>>1413596
>polymorph
i guse when we get enguh power back and re learn it

>13. Who runs the treecutters?

You lean in close, visions of burning forests and clear cut wastelands coming back into your mind. You hate loggers with a passion. Moreso even than you hate all other life that destroys the beauty of the Mother.

"These.... Loggers" you snarl "who leads them? Who is their master?"

Durst pales, visibly wracking his brain as he searches for the information
"I-I don't know! Hes some minor lord out of ColdHarbor! His family owns the forests around the city! That's all I know! Please!"

You drift inwards to your own thoughts as you ponder this information.

>What to do with Durst?

>Drain him. (D20)

>Plant a seed in his brain, he will serve you. (D20)

>Kill him (D20)

>>1413596
Yes and its extremely badass

Rolled 1 (1d20)

>>1413617
>Plant a Seed in him
Our first fan and thrall. That is if it doesn't end up killing him

Rolled 14 (1d20)

>>1413617
Plant a seed, we need someone who understands this...strange new era besides minions are always good

Rolled 7 (1d20)

>>1413617
Drain him, that's the most use we'll get out of him.

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>>1413622
NEVER MIND, it does! Better not get blood on our robes though...

Rolled 18 (1d20)

>>1413617
>Plant a seed in his brain, he will serve you. (D20)

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>>1413622
>>1413631
Oh shit

Rolled 18 (1d20)

>>1413617
>>Drain him. (D20)

>1. Brain Seeds

You stroke your chin idly as you release Durst's throat and turn away, channeling your power into your palm. From your flesh sprouts a thin, waxy green seed shaped vaguely like a arrowhead. Its tip is composed of tiny, bone hard appendages that gnash like teeth while it squirms with various tiny whiplike tendrils. You turn back to Durst and grip him by the chin, turning his head and pressing the seed to his temple. He screams in pain and shock as the seed drills through his skin and skull, burrowing deep into his brain.

You step back and observe as the process occurs, Durst thrashing and screaming as the seed begins to take root, his nose begins gushing blood and his eye bulging from their sockets.

Well that's not suppose to happen

You step behind a convenient pillar as a mass of writhing tendrils explodes from Durst's skull, splattering the surrounding area in gore and chunks of Grey flesh.

Maybe you pumped a bit too much power into that seed.

>Begin exploring your crypt. Search for weapons? D20

>Search the cave (What for?) D20

>Follow their route out. D20

Rolled 20 (1d20)

>>1413673
>>Follow their route out. D20
man we are a bit ruty

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>>1413673
>Begin exploring your crypt. Search for weapons? D20

Must be a crystal ball or something here... can't rely ALL on magics.

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>>1413687
This 20 train is just gonna keep rolling huh?

>>1413692
theres no braks
>>1413690
we can use a disco ball we find at a rave

Rolled 10 (1d20)

>>1413673
>Begin exploring your crypt. Search for weapons? D20

>>1413690
I feel my rolls cursed somehow...

>>1413695
I suppose. Or force someone to craft us something.

>>1413687
Backing this one now.

>20. Follow their route out.

You pull your tattered robes around yourself and begin following the faint breeze and chalk marks along the cave walls toward what you hope is the exit. The way is long and steep, at times you must carve your nails into the cave walls and climb up sheer faces where ancient wooden staircases had rotten out.

Suddenly as you climb you feel a faint tug on your mind that hearkens back to your days of power and ruin, a bond of power from a ceremony of blood.

You stride along a small cramped passage, following twists and turns and shoving open a rusted iron door at the end of the passage, the wards metal burning your hands as you push it aside and gaze upon a piece of your past buried tip down in the stone floor.

A twisted length of bone and wood as hard as iron, thorns and barbs of razor sharp antler emerge from the tip, still dyed crimson from the blood that had soaked it over the years.

>Spear of Thorns acquired. A powerful melee weapon that also serves as a focal point for your spells

Taking the cool bone hilt in your hand you wrench it from the stone, admiring the flawless design. It had been a gift from the Mother herself.

You resume your trek and finally emerge from the cavemouth which is little more than a crevice in the stone face of a barren mountaintop.

You take in the cool breeze and taste the mists as you take in the sights.

>You see a...

>Village or small town a few miles north, a cluster of houses and torches, most likely farmers and hunters

>To the east is a small town visible, walls and a small tower in its center.

>To the west is more forest, a good chance to hide in seclusion and regain power slowly.

>Where go anons?

>>1413758
gotta go the forest and regain our power

Rolled 5 (1d20)

>>1413758
to the north

>>1413788
No rolls necessary, just a consensus vote

>>1413758
>To the east is a small town visible, walls and a small tower in its center.

>Btw if any anons have any druid images they want to drop that they think might fit the theme, that would be awesome :)

>Inb4 all David Bowie pics are posted

>>1413758
>West
Lets connect with Mother and get our power back, before starting to deal punishments for ignorants

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>>1413827
would this be something ?
but also all the david bowie

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>>1413827
this works right?

>>1413827
Nah, saturation's bad for the market. As for druids, I can't find anything too menacing...

>>1412872
I think we were the kind of druid that experimented on splicing people and nature together creating horrible abominations.

>West

You turn away from the meager examples of civilization before you and begin trudging down the mountainside toward the depths of the forest. Towards the depths of the green. Toward HER.

You walk amongst the ancient trees, the thick leaf layer under your feet cushioning your steps as you trace your fingers along the thick bark. The rustle of leaves above you in the cool wind is like the kiss of an angel to your soul.

You take cover in the shade of a crooked oak and idly toy with a fallen twig, changing it into a multitude of different forms.

>Attempt to contact the Mother (D20)

>Attempt to make some minions (D20)

>Attempt to use your greensight to scout the forest (D20)

>Practice a spell (Keep it nature themed, write in, D20)

Rolled 19 (1d20)

>>1414009

>Attempt to contact the Mother (D20)

Rolled 16 (1d20)

>>1414009
>Attempt to contact the Mother (D20)

>Taking a break for the night anons, company is coming over. Ill be back tomorrow around noonish :)

>>1414233
Ok
Good ngiht
Dont let the goblins keep tou up

>>1413058
>Not walking up behind him and asking what it says

Wasted opportunity

>>1413843
This has my vote. Better than everything I found.

It comes. It is always coming. Looming over the horizon, like a giant against the sun. It waits and dreams of becoming itself. Man and beast dying in spirit and then in body as the natural mechanisms of the world shudder, grind, and break, taxed as never before. The oceans rising and boiling, the air growing heavy and poisonous, the earth growing sour and barren. It sees the last men grow mad as they scrape with starving animal futility for the final scraps that there ever will be.

It sees the stillness of the poisoned world with greasy porthole eyes, its grin whirring and shining, hot smoke erupting into the brown sky as it dangles the last broken soul from its rusted girder fingers before dropping it into the slaughterhouse of its stomach.

You can't stop it. It's coming. It's always coming. It's here. It's always here.

Rolled 13 (1d20)

>>1414009
>Attempt to contact the Mother (D20)

Test post

>Sorry about that guys. 4chan banned me for a bit there. Im back.

>Can my active anons sound off so I know if we've got players

>>1416299

Here

>>1416299

Here

>19. Contact Mother

You assume a meditative stance, folding your knees and laying your spear across them, closing your eyes and expanding your mind.

You feel the trees around you, their essences slow and ponderous, seeking only light and water

You feel the insects crawling through the leafmold and on the trees themselves, their fleeting minds focused on food and survival

You feel the bright spark of birds, their fluttering thoughts a chorus in the web of the forest life. You can feel their eyes upon you, a intruder in their home that is not unwelcome.

Ah. She hears you.

A vast and all encompassing presence, a being of distilled LIFE. The Green Mother. The holy Earth. She appears in your minds eye as a young woman, garbed in a robe of flowing leaves and birds feathers, her skin tinged green by chlorophyll. Her eyes sparkle like a forgotten forest pool as she speaks in a voice of rustling leaves and water

"Ah my child. My strongest and most clever child, you have been too long gone from me. Your traitorous brothers prevented your faithful work from being done, they turned their backs on their mother. You were PUNISHED for this. Sealed away like a curse in warded iron and stone. This will not do my child. Not at all. You must regain your strength and push forward again. This world is not prepared for the champion of the mother. Go forth and create your legions, start small my son and you shall be unstoppable"

A small gift of power flows between the mothers avatar and your soul, replenishing your reserves to a level more fitting a true champion of The Mother.

>Fully Rejuvenated appearance-Can pass for human completely

>Robes repaired-Tattered robes are now flowing green and brown garments, no longer drawing undue attention

>Partial Polymortph-Can change smoke physical traits to that of an animal for a short time (claws, eyes, etc)

>Try and make some Minions (What kind, D20)

>Practice a Spell (Keep it nature themed, D20)

>Head North

>Head East

>>1416342
>Fully Rejuvenated appearance-Can pass for human completely

>Head East

Lets see what we can find in the small town.

>>1416342
>Head east

>>1416342
>Partial Polymortph-Can change smoke physical traits to that of an animal for a short time (claws, eyes, etc)
>Head East

Rolled 5 (1d20)

>>1416342
>Practice a Spell (Keep it nature themed, D20)

Greensight, let's see if there are any intruders in the forest at the moment

>Head east

You rise from the soft leaf layer and turn toward the east, the faint smoke on the horizon of the small town visible even from here. You use your ThornSpear as a walking stick, a slight adjustment of your will alters its shape to that of a twisted length of white wood, a unassuming staff. You flip your hood over your head and walk on, savoring the earthy smells and chitters of the forest life. A deer walks alongside you for a short while and you feed him a handful of berries you grew from your staff.

>Time passes.

You step out of the forest and onto a clear cut section of mud and gravel,a small road. The tracks of carriages and horses clearly visible in the damp earth.

You continue along the road and finally the faint smear of smoke on the horizon resolves itself into a town, small in size yet with a sturdy stone tower in its center. The walls are a palisade of sharpened logs with a secure gatehouse leading in from the road. A progression of wagons are attempting to enter yet are being held up by several uniformed men armed with halberds and crossbows.

>Sneak by in the confusion D20

>Wait your turn, enter peacefully (D20)

>Circle the walls and attempt to scale them (D20)

>Use a birds sight to scout the town (D20)

>These mortals are no match for you. Fight your way in (D20)

>Other

>>1416392
>Use a birds sight to scout the town (D20)

>>1416392
>Use a birds sight to scout the town (D20)

Info first last and always

Rolled 7 (1d20)

>>1416427

Forgot to roll, unless you want to start waiting for consensus QM?

Rolled 10 (1d20)

>>1416399
Shit, I forgot too.

>>1416392
>>Wait your turn, enter peacefully (D20)

Rolled 8 (1d20)

>>1416392
>Use a birds sight to scout the town (D20)

Rolled 8 (1d20)

>>1416392
>Scouting

Where did the 20s go?

>>1417049
someone said " goblin king, goblin king take these 20s away from me"

>>1417373
>>1417049

Now we have to go into the labyrinth and get them back within 24 hours or they will be lost forever

>Hey guys im back. My data crapped out on me and I just got it working again. Any anons still here?

>>1417973
I got you

>>1417990
>Wendy has returned to me.
>Squee'ing intensifies

Rolled 10 (1d20)

>Use birds to scout the town

>10. Bird sight.

You look at the heavily armed guards and the patrolling crossbowmen along the walls and decide quickly.

No. You want NONE of that edged metal please and thank you.

You stalk into the trees and begin chirping and whistling until a small blackbird flits down and lands on your outstretched finger.

You peer into the bright eyes of the happily warbling bird and transfer a small portion of your power and will into it.

The blackbird shivers, its eyes glowing green for a moment before it stills, its eyes locking on yours as you feel its presence within your mind. You sit with your back to a slender birch tree and lift your arm, willing the bird to take flight.

You see the world through the eyes of the blackbird as it soars over the walls of the small town. You see patrols of the armed guards marching in loose formations through the cobblestone streets, shoving aside common folk.

In the center of the town is a large market square near the entrance to the stone tower, the walls of the upper reaches are lightly warded with arcane runes.

Your blackbird settles on a flagpole and observes as the townsfolk scurry about their day. There seem to he few nonhumans in the crowds, a few elves, the rare dwarf. This town seems heavily human dominated.

Disgusting.

Your blackbird shuffles closer, attempting to observe as a commotion around the door to the tower occurs, unfortunately it never sees the young boy armed with a slingshot.

Your connection to the blackbird cuts out with a sudden blink and the emptiness of death.

>What do?

>Retreat into the forest, make some minions (What kind? D20)

>Practice a spell (D20, what kind)

>Attack a traveler on the road, make them into a thrall (D20)

>Other (D20)

Rolled 3 (1d20)

>Retreat into the forest, make some minions (What kind? D20)

Lets make some Goblin creatures made from nature

Rolled 14 (1d20)

>>1418086
>>Other (D20)

Look if there are others access to the town like sewers/catacombs in order to attack from below

>Calling it.
>14. Search for alternate routes in

You scowl at the walls of the town, the rough hewn logs a insult to the Mother and to yourself. This town will be the very first to fall to you. The first of many.

Unfortunately your power is not yet strong enough to breach the walls or consume the town in greenery. You will have to settle for stealth and skill to take this pathetic.... Place

You place your hands upon the ground and dig your fingers into the thick soil, extending your will and senses throughout the area.

You feel the roots of the nearby trees extending deep into the earth, pulling life from the soil itself.

You feel a warren of rabbits nearby, their tunnels stretching nearly to the walls of the town itself. Their simple minds brightening as your attention washes over them

You feel a small stream nearby, its waters vanishing underground as they reach the walls of the town, the small cave system extending under several houses.

>What do?

>begin crafting minions (What kind? D20)

>Practice a spell (D20, what spell)

>Influence the rabbits to begin digging a tunnel under the town (D20)

>Explore the Underground stream/Caves (D20)

>Other (D20)

Rolled 8 (1d20)

>>1418226
>>Explore the Underground stream/Caves (D20)

Question: it's possible craft some treant or the power is still not enough?

>>1418252
A treant is above you right now, yet some basic minions/warriors are possible.

Rolled 13 (1d20)

Lets make some motherfucking tree goblins!

Rolled 18 (1d20)

>>1418226
>Explore the Underground stream/Caves (D20)

>18. Explore the caves.

You focus your mind on the narrow opening to the subterranean caves and open your eyes with a start, green energy swirling in the pupils for a moment before you climb to your feet, walking quickly to the banks of a small, burbling stream flowing merrily over moss coated rocks and carrying the scattered detritus of the forest floor.

You walk along the pebble strewn banks of the stream when suddenly they end in a small, deep pool that visibly drains into a root lined hole a few feet across.

With a wave of your hand the roots squirm and shift, coiling around each other and widening the hole into a shallow descent into darkness.

You step inside, ducking your head from the dripping ceiling, the water cutting a small path through the mud and stones while the small cave is,for the most part, dry. You flex your will and from the tip of your staff grows a cluster of brightly glowing mushrooms.

The path now illuminated you carefully walk along the tunnel, expecting at any moment to find a barrier of steel bars or stone grating in your path.

You find none, the cave disappears into several tiny outlets from a small subterranean pool directly under the southern edge of the town.

>Access to Town can be accomplished through Caves

>What do?

>Begin Crafting minions. What kind? (D20)

>Make your way up through the basement of a house (D20)

>Practice a spell (D20)

>Other (D20)

Rolled 11 (1d20)

>Make your way up through the basement of a house (D20)

Rolled 10 (1d20)

>>1418360
>>Begin Crafting minions. What kind? (D20)

A horde of insects should be good start.

Rolled 9 (1d20)

>>1418417
Seconding

>>1418417
A horde of insects? Like insect minions or just controlling a swarm? 2 different things there

Rolled 6 (1d20)

>>1418360
>>Make your way up through the basement of a house (D20)
let's get some more intel and try to make some thralls before unleashing a plague of roaches and rats.

>>1418526
Controlling a swarm, in that place there should be enough "material" right?

>>1418575
Definitely. A swarm of insects is not a minion however and will be viewed as a scouting/Vigilance utility. Bueno?

>>1418575
Or are you aiming to actually create the swarm with a specific use in mind?

>>1418588
the aim was scouting the town/buildings, especially the stone tower

SCOUT TIME BABY

>>1418687
>>1418620
yeah go little critters

>Sorry I fell asleep on you guys :( any anons active rn? Sound off you glorious fucks

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>>1420544

>>1420544
Never left for a second.

>>1420544
Bump.

Let's make sure to destroy the town without anyone knowing we did it.
''Save'' the kids and indoctrinate them.

>>1420544
Checking this quest all the time, but off to play DnD in a bit. I hope to have some stuff to read when I come back ;)

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>>1420555
Got trips, Celebratory Bowie

>Wendy changed their roll to support Bugs so.
>10. Insect swarm

You kneel along the shore of the small subterranean pond and lay your staff across your knees, focusing your power on the memory of the crawling life that had served you in the past as your eyes and ears.... And a cloud of ripping teeth when needed.

You hold your hand out and clench your fist as the flesh of your arm boils and bubbles, small bumps appearing and moving under the skin towards your palm.

With a growl of pain you open your hand and the flesh of your palm splits, releasing a thousands of dark green and black insects, the buzzing swarm rapidly taking flight and circling the chamber.

One alights on your outstretched finger and you inspect it closely. It resembles a large wasp and predatory beetle, its body coated in a slick carapace while its 4 sets of wings flutter rapidly. It possesses a large curving stinger and a pair of mandibles that can easily rip and tear flesh.

You lift your hand and will the swarm to begin gnawing through the thin stone and earth into the basement of the nearest homes...

>Kill home inhabitants with swarm (D20)

>Use swarm to subdue them (D20)

>Use Swarm to scout town thoroughly (D20)

>Have swarm assume vigilance over town, scout over time (D20)

>Other (D20)

Rolled 8 (1d20)

>>1420620
>Kill home inhabitants with swarm.

I vote to make the caves a temporary "base of operations" and terrorize the town with swarms of insects. This leads to chaos and fear. Also, in the earth we are literally right in out element. Whoever comes into the cave to investigate will probably not stand a chance.

Rolled 20 (1d20)

>>1420620
>>Use Swarm to scout town thoroughly (D20)

Rolled 20 (1d20)

>>1420620
>Use swarm to subdue them (D20)
We can practice our seed implanting technique on them.

>>1420656
>>1420668

We are so raping this town.

OP time to write a song!

>>1420656
>>1420668
Well fuck. Double 20?

>>1420674
Kek. Negative ghost rider

>>1420690
So, whatcha gonna do now, eh? You got two crits!

Hehehehe.

>>1420756
Im literally stuck. By the rules I have to take crits so I guess well be super successful and find out everything about the town and subdue the family like seal team six

>>1420761
maybe the family are secret nature cultists and they seek to join us?

>>1420761
This one demands a song.

>>1420788
In the dark of the tomb, I was tossing and turning
And the nightmare I had was as bad as can be
It scared me out of my wits
A corpse falling to bits
Then I opened my eyes and the nightmare was me!
I was once the most mystical man in the
Order
When the Druids betrayed me, they made a mistake
My Return'l make each of them pay
And not a one gets away
Little humans, beware, for we are awake

There you go

>Double 20 vengeance
>20.Scout Town
>20. Subdue People in the house.

Your swarm gnaws rapidly through the soft stone and earth, a faint rain of dust and pebbles trickling down from the hole in the ceiling. Before long they report they have found solid lengths of wood, the aged planks no match for their gnashing jaws

Your swarm surges forward into the gloom of a basement, lit only by small candles set along the stone walls. In the basement are several large Kegs and barrels alongside stools and tables covered by white cloth. It seems your swarm surfaced in the basement of a bar.

The cloud of chitin and stingers dissipates, several hundred peeling off through cracks in the stone and planks and making their way outside, their compound eyes watching the townsfolk carefully.

The main swarm however begins surging through the floorboards and walls, seeking out any inhabitants. And oh do they find them

A fat elderly innkeeper awakes to swarming insects crawling over him, his screams of alarm fail to come as the venom in their stingers reduces him to a twitching mess.

A trio of guards sleeping off their drinks in the spare rooms upstairs along with their... Female company are stung in their sleep and never awaken to the crawling menace.

A stable boy sleeping in the shed behind the tavern awakes to a faint buzzing and opens his door only to ne met with a swarm of stingers and jaws. His scream is drowned out by the insects filling his mouth..

>Innkeeper subdued
>3 guards subdued
>3 Barmaids Subdued
>Stableboy subdued

Your investigating insects spread out along the town and begin watching and scouring for knowledge.

They observe as patrols of guards idly walk along the walls, passing bottles around as they pass the time.

They watch from above as the guard at the gatehouse leans back in his chair, snoring loudly while one of your swarm buzzes curiously over his head

They crawl along the warded stone of the tower and attempt to gnaw through the weaker sections. After several explode into colored sparks your swarm decides the tower should be YOUR job and disperse to their hiding places as dawn approaches.

>Guard patrols are uncaring toward civilians
>Guard patrols are unprofessional and are often drunk on night watch
>Tower is warded against magical incursion and will require force to enter.
>Gate guard is almost always drunk at night.

>What do?

>Attempt to implant a seed in your captured humans (D20)

>Create some minions (D20, what kind)

>Practice a spell (D20)

>Other (D20)

Rolled 13 (1d20)

>>1420932
>Create some minions
Stealthy ones, the kind that can sneak around and do dirty work for us out of the ones we've subdued. Here's hoping I don't literally blow their minds again

Rolled 14 (1d20)

>>1420932
time to practice seed planting

Rolled 18 (1d20)

>>1420932
>Attempt to implant a seed in your captured humans (D20)

Big money no whammies

Rolled 17 (1d20)

>>1420932
>Attempt to implant a seed in your captured humans (D20)
We need practice for the pod people takeover

>>1420950
>>1420957
hey! pick a musician anons.

>>1420961

Rolled 13 (1d20)

>>1420932
> create minions/implant seed
Let's create some maneads and manikins.

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>>1420972
>>1420974
Good, good, we are as legion

Rolled 19 (1d20)

>>1420932
>>Attempt to implant a seed in your captured humans (D20)

Time to leave our seed in those women and have them infect the other citizens!

>18. Implant a seed in your subdued humans

You will the earth around the cavern to mold itself into a staircase leading up to the freshly formed hole into the Inns basement.

You emerge from the widening pit and smile broadly as your swarm buzzes around you happily, the excited insects leading you to their catches. You hear upstairs, already forming the writhing BrainSeeds in your palm.

Kneeling over the nearly comatose innkeep you press the wiggling seed to his temple, the faint grind of bone audible as it burrows into his brain. You observe as he moans and twitches slightly before stilling, his presence in the back of your mind like a faint voice.

Good. Now just 7 more times.

>5 Civilian Thralls gained
>3 Guard thralls gained

>Thralls are your eyes and ears. Indistinguishable from normal humans...for a time. They will gradually mutate and become more and more detectable.

>What do?

>Assign thralls a task (What? D20)

>Create some minions (What kind, D20)

>Practice a spell (D20)

>Other (D20)

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>>1420982
>>1420972
>>1420961
>>1420974
It BEGINS!!

>>1421011
There is a forum in new 4chanleans
they call the rising qst and its been the ruin of many a poor boy and god knows im one

Rolled 18 (1d20)

>>1421001
>Assign thralls a task (What? D20)

Have them go back to their routines as best as possible

Can they spread the Brain Seeds as well?

Rolled 15 (1d20)

>>1421001
>>Assign thralls a task (What? D20)

Assign the Inn Owner to do his work normally.

Have the stable boy spy the village.

Have the guards and barmaids work together to capture other guests for you by getting them drunk + honeytrap.

>>1421025
No they cannot. They can subdue other humans and bring them to you but at great risk to the civilian thralls. The Guard Thralls are armed and semi-skilled fighters

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Rolled 17 (1d20)

>>1421001
Here's an idea! Exploit the guards drunkenness and sell them spirits laced with spores! Be it poisonous or mind control I suppose needs consensus.

>>1421030
LAXATIVES!

We need to be truly evil!

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>>1421032
Well I'm not about to take some non-sensational Anon. You need to EMBRACE the roll my friend, find the STAR within yourself!

>>1421030
Definitely mind control. We don't need to raise suspicion before we have a decent defence.

>>1421032
We may be Disney evil, but we're not that evil!

>>1421032
get a name anon

>>1421067
There

>>1421077
A music name anon

>>1421030

I'll switch to support lacing the beer with spores

>>1421084
Don't you know the band ''Apoopoo'' and their album ''Skit scat shitty street rat'' ?

>>1421095
no. now pick a real band or famous singer

>>1421095
>>1421119
Yeah man, take this seriously.

>>1421131
>>1421119

There.

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>>1421136
acceptable

>>1421150
oops forgot code name

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>>1421136
It'll pass

>18. All is well fellow meatbags

You retire to your sanctuary cave after leaving orders for your freshly converted thralls to resume their normal activities, a monotone drone of "Yes Master" follows you out, the faint green glow behind their eyes the only indicator of their new status.

Your Guards thralls return to their duties, patrolling around the town, drinking and joking with their squadmates, taking careful notes of the layout of the town and the position of various guard patrols at all times

Your Inkeep and barmaid thralls begin serving customers, the inkeep chuckling loudly and serving drinks, polishing glasses idly as he eavesdrops on the bar patrons. The barmaids ensure that the guards and men of the town drink plenty and talk freely, ensuring the inn will be a even more popular spot for the guards to frequent.

They learn that that the local nobleman, Baron Alfstein, has turned his tower in the town square into a fortress against magical intrusion due to some paranoia against his "Experiments" whatever they may be.

They learn that many of the guards are not the actual town guard but instead a mercenary company hired to protect the Barons interests and security.

>What do?

>Craft some minions (D20)

>Assign your Thralls a new task (D20)

>Practice a spell (D20)

>Leave your Thralls here to Gather Intel, go investigate the small village to the north (D20)

>Other

>>1421172
>Have the guard thralls subdue a commander of sorts, someone who knows what these "Experiments" are
They could be of great use, assuming we can tame them.

>>1421183
You uh... Gonna roll Mr.Bowie

Rolled 19 (1d20)

>>1421183
Supporting

Rolled 10 (1d20)

>>1421172
>>Practice a spell (D20)

Controlling and creating Moss that drains magic power from its surroundings.
We need to breech that tower and place the blame on the local noble for everything we do.

Rolled 2 (1d20)

>>1421183

This

Rolled 16 (1d20)

>>1421183
supporting

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>>1421207
>>1421229
>>1421183
Should I roll myself, or can someone from the consensus take it? Cause if not...

>>1421232
damn it wrong name again

>>1421201
>>1421237
So sorry QM I meant to include YOU in that roll call.

Rolled 20 (1d20)

>>1421172
>craft minions

COME MY MINIONS COME FOR YOUR MASTER

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>>1421252
If you correct the lyrics, you'll be fine friend.

It's "Come my minions, RISE for your master

>>1421261
Dammit

>19. Black Bag operation

These... Experiments of Baron Alfstein's have piqued your curiosity. You flex your will and your Guard thralls perk up as your voice echoes in their minds

"Find me one who knows of these....experiments. A high ranking officer. Bring him to me. Immediately."

Your thralls immediately set off, headed toward a tall, older guard that is currently berating the man on duty at the gate

"I fucking TOLD you! If I found you drunk at your post again Id have you lashed! Report to the brig NOW!" he roars, spittle flying from his lips and flecking the unfortunate guards face.

"Ye-yes Lieutenant Grissom! Of course sir! Right away sir!" the terrified man stammers, breaking into a stumbling run.

"Fucking drunken moron..." grumbles Grissom. "Can't get any decent recruits these days"

Your lead thrall speaks up as they approach
"Sir? We'd like to report a matter for your attention" says the lead Thrall quickly

Grissom sighs, rubbing his temples
"Don't. Unless its about how more of our men are shirking their duties to drink... I don't rightly care."

Thinking quickly your Thrall smooth replies
"That's exactly it sir. We'd like to report some of the have been secreting themselves in the basement of the inn and drinking instead of performing their duties"

Grissom turns beet red, the older man blowing his impressive mustache out in fury.
"Show me. Ill lash them all till I see their spines"

>Time passes

Your thrall opens the door to the inns basement, standing to the side for Grissom to storm down the stairs, holding a lantern high

"ALRIGHT YOU LAZY SHI- what? Where are they?" says Grissom, turning to face your Thralls only to receive the haft of a halberds across his face

"Right here sir"

>Lieutenant Grissom captured- A mid ranking officer of the mercenary guard he will supply some answers.

>Interrogate Grissom (D20, first question)

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>>1421247
Fuck

Rolled 18 (1d20)

>>1421289
>>Interrogate Grissom (D20, first question)
Who's your daddy?

Rolled 10 (1d20)

>>1421289
>Interrogate Grissom (D20, first question)

What are the Baron's Experiments?

Rolled 12 (1d20)

>>1421289
Where are the Experiments located?

Rolled 1 (1d20)

>>1421289
>>Interrogate Grissom (D20, first question)

What he know about baron's experiments

>>1421309
Is that literally the question?

Rolled 1 (1d20)

>>1421331
Yes.
Let's slap him a few times to break him in.

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>>1421326
>>1421336
>>1421331

Remind me, the rolls are best of three but do crits apply outside of that?

>>1421339
The craft minions crit from last post didnt count, so I'll assume as much

>>1421339
Only the first 3 rolls are counted. Crits after that aren't counted

>>1421352
Oh, good.

>>1421320
Could we just go with serious question, I mean we are crazy and all but still..

>>1421352
So my minions mean nothing ):

>18. Whos your daddy

You rise from the hole in the basement floor, your robes rustling softly as your thralls stand back from the chair they have secured Grissom to. The older man is bound, hand and foot to the seat with a cord around his throat preventing him from raising his voice loud enough to scream. His scalp is bleeding slowly from the vicious blow your Thrall dealt him and he is groaning and slowly stirring.

"Ah... Good. You are awake... I trust you are not in any discomfort?"
You say quietly, your voice echoing in the silent basement.

Grissoms head jerks slightly, his glassy eyes refusing to focus on you properly
"Wha-what? What do you want?"

You step forward, giving a ringing slap across his face, knocking it sideways and splattering blood from his split lip.
"Who's your daddy you filthy fuck!" you roar into his face, the dazed lieutenant blinking in confusion

"My-my daddy? My... Father was... Uldrick Grissom... Hes been dead for years... What do you want with him?"

You chuckle darkly, resuming your walk around your prisoner
"Nothing. Just wanted to keep you on your toes"

>Next question (D20)

Rolled 7 (1d20)

>>1421373
Tell me about these ..... experiments of the baron

Rolled 18 (1d20)

>>1421373

What are the Baron's Experiments?

Rolled 12 (1d20)

>>1421373
What babe!