>>1506118
-->It's of a young man, with gray flesh and red hair that is kept in a pony tale. The fuzz of facial hair is beginning to form, likely a point of pride for the growing boy.

Oh dear lord it begins!

>>1506118

>young man, lose the pony tail for short hair.

>>1506118
--> It's of a...girl? Boy? Hard to tell, as the androgynous figure stares back. (Choose skin and hair color, take on androgynous appearance)

Pale green skin, long red hair, thick GREAT FLAMING red eyebrows

>>1506118
>It's of a young man, with gray flesh and red hair that is kept in a pony tale. The fuzz of facial hair is beginning to form, likely a point of pride for the growing boy.

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t.bandwagoning faggot who just got off the hype train

-->it's that of a young woman, with pale green flesh and black hair that reaches to the small of her back. She has piercing eyes, that seem quite adept at expressing emotion.

This is fine

The votes have been Tallied!

You rub the sleep from your eyes, smiling to yourself. Of course that's your face, who else would it be.

You are a young man of six teen years. You stand from your bedding, your body releasing cracks as you stretched. After letting out a sigh, you remove yourself from the bedding and take in your room.

-->stone walls, a bear skin on the wall, and a rustic style of decoration greet your eyes. The sound of birds can be heard, likely waking from their nest to fly over the Great sprawling hills of your homeland.

-->A crash is heard outside the metal walls of your room, likely another mid air collision in the bustling Air ways of Aku-tropolis. While utilitarian, the decoration of your room does hold various modern devices that your have managed to acquire.

-->Concrete walls, cracked and old, meet your eyes. The city ruins you all home have seen better days, but at least where you live, repairs are being made. Ancient devices and poster line the walls, the posters to hide the holes and the barely functioning devices for entertainment. You hear barking as well as heavy machinery outside.

--> (describe your own)

>>1506432
>Concrete walls, cracked and old, meet your eyes. The city ruins you all call home have seen better days, but at least where you live, repairs are being made. Ancient devices and poster line the walls, the posters to hide the holes and the barely functioning devices for entertainment. You hear barking as well as heavy machinery outside.

Maybe I should have waited for a different time of day to post this XD

>>1506432
>-->A crash is heard outside the metal walls of your room

Clarification: this will determine more than just starting location, but a large aspect of the character as well.

Choose with caution

>>1506432
>-->Concrete walls, cracked and old, meet your eyes. The city ruins you all home have seen better days, but at least where you live, repairs are being made. Ancient devices and poster line the walls, the posters to hide the holes and the barely functioning devices for entertainment. You hear barking as well as heavy machinery outside.

>>1506432

>Concrete walls, cracked and old, meet your eyes. The city ruins you all home have seen better days, but at least where you live, repairs are being made. Ancient devices and poster line the walls, the posters to hide the holes and the barely functioning devices for entertainment. You hear barking as well as heavy machinery outside.

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>>1506432
>Concrete walls, cracked and old, meet your eyes. The city ruins you all home have seen better days, but at least where you live, repairs are being made. Ancient devices and poster line the walls, the posters to hide the holes and the barely functioning devices for entertainment. You hear barking as well as heavy machinery outside.

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You walk over to the ancient dresser that hugged your left wall, one among the many gifts from the people who had found you and have cared for you. They had found you as a baby, sealed away in a chamber with no entrance or light by rubble that had fallen long before the modern age. They had been, in their own words, “Flabbergasted” to find an infant in such a place.

Much of your early life, the part you don’t remember at least, was spent being the center of a massive research endeavor to try and find where you were from and how you were connected with the city ruins. However, no answers ever arose and eventually your caretakers moved on to other studies or their work.

Since then, you’ve been raised by one of them, and have been been a part of their little group for your entire life. The ruins, and the lost history of them, are prominent in the minds of both your guardian and his comrades. However, recently, focus has been taken away from the digs and the research in order to mine the rare crystals that litter the ruins and the landscape around it by the order of Aku.

Aku. The name fills you with irritation, as his orders and desire for the crystals have forced everyone you know into slavery, their passion and dreams set aside so Aku could have his petty jewels for whatever reason he could think of. Whatever it may be, the work was pushing the once nomadic people into exhaustion, and you fear that a worse fate awaits them if this continues.

However, the name always left another feeling in the back of your mind. An odd familiarity, one that wasn’t from knowing of Aku from your guardian’s teachings. Somehow, you felt a connection to him, but no matter how hard you’ve tried, you could never fully pin down just what that meant or what it entailed.

Getting dressed in your gray undershirt, red tie, and black pants, you place your safari hat (a recent gift from your guardian) upon your head, and go to exit your room. The smell of cooking meat and tea filled the air as you went through the lit hallway, a familiar scent of wet dog hit your nose as well.

“Sir Oswald, I believe you forgot to dry yourself again this morning.” You say, coming around the corner and seeing your guardian sitting at the table, a plate of perfectly cooked mystery animal and a cup of tea waiting for you across the table from him. An empty plate and cup rest in front of him, a morning paper he had already read blocking your view of him.

“Hmph, it’s rude to point out a gentlemen's smell young man, especially when he’s gone through the trouble of preparing you a meal.” A gruff voice, with a hint of an upper english accent, said back “We’re needed down at the quarry, so we’re in a bit of hurry. I’ll dry on the way there.”

He carefully folded his paper and laid it down on the table, revealing the powerful Mastiff to you. He looked tired, like everyone else, but he carried himself as if there was no tiredness or aches in his limbs. He always did put on a show, never wanting to look weak and be left behind by other, younger dogs. He wasn’t the oldest, but he was getting there in his years. Though you hoped he had a good deal more time to spend on this earth. He grabbed his dishes from the table and carried them to the fixed up kitchen area. Gently lowering them into soapy water, he began to furiously scratch his ear as you sat down and began to eat.

What do you do?

---> Finish eating quickly, whatever is going on in the quarry must be important

---> Ask what is going on, hopefully it’s nothing too serious

---> Ask Sir Oswald a question

---> Other (Insert idea here)

>>1507343
>Finish eating quickly, whatever is going on in the quarry must be important.

Git dat symbiot m8.

>>1507343
>Finish eating quickly, whatever is going on in the quarry must be important
Also our guardian is a noble dog guy? Sounds pretty based already.

>>1507343
>Finish eating quickly

Don't forget to say thanks.

>>1507343
>Finish eating quickly, whatever is going on in the quarry must be important

“Sorry Sir, thank you for the meal.” You say, quickly eating the mystery animal meat. You almost chugged the tea, wanting to be quick about it so you could attend to whatever business had arose in the quarry, but a soft growl from Sir Oswald made you slow down and politely sip at the tea.

You soon finished your tea, just in time for Sir Oswald to exit the kitchen as he donned his own Safari hat and put on his tie “Hurry up boy, you can wash the dishes when we get back.” He said, trotting along towards the door with you right behind him.

You exit your home, which was a partially buried apartment complex that had recently been renovated to house the rest of the clan of canine archaeologists. As you descend the mound of dirt of rubble that had consumed the lower half of the building, you can see the heavy machinery that had once been used to excavate the rubble for the treasures that lied beneath repurposed to tear at the earth for the large obsidian like red crystals.

Eventually, you come up to the main quarry, where a majority of the crystals were excavated. It had fortunately been far from the ruins, saving your guardians the pain of having to destroy what they had come to examine. “Those mercenaries we hired are getting antsy, from what I managed to get from Reginald, they’re demanding we increase their pay.” Oswald said, his fur having dried completely at their brisk pace. It wasn’t hard to keep up with him, and you had to slow yourself so you didn’t overtake him.

As you descend towards the foremans office, you spot a group of three aliens of varying size and shape, all of them looking intimidating and yelling at the foreman. Said foreman, a small Corgi with bowler hat, was yelling back with even more ferocity. Arthur was a the foreman for a reason, as he put up with no one’s behavior, and ensured everything went as smooth as possible.

You pass a cart filled with pick axes as well as loose crystal, being pushed up the steep hill by a doberman.

---> Quicken your pace, Arthur may need assistance

---> Stay with Oswald, he’ll likely know what to do.

---> Other (Insert here)

>>1508765
>Quicken your pace, Arthur may need assistance
We can't leave a Corgi in distress!

>>1508765
>Stay with Oswald, he’ll likely know what to do.
We might just make things worse

>>1508765
>Quicken your pace, Arthur may need assistance
Also ask if we can borrow a pickaxe, just in case things get hairy dangerous.

>>1508765
>---> Quicken your pace, Arthur may need assistance

Seems the majority wish to pick up their pace.

What's everyone's opinion on taking a pick axe as suggested in >>1508878

I am fine with it

>>1509014
Don't. If we approach with a weapon, things will definitely escalate. Keep it cool for now.

>>1509014
>What's everyone's opinion on taking a pick axe as suggested in >>1508878
Would taking the pickaxe be a Burden to us?

>>1509044
It not to heavy, but it will slow you down and can be cumbersome to move around. However it's heft is where it needs to be, and if it hits something it'll definitely go through that thing.

As for it being a burden on you, nah, that's my job XD

>>1509014

Nah, don't bother with it...yet. For now, we're just in the shouting stages, which could possibly still be dialed back into rational taking. Bringing a weapon would just further escalate things.

Hmm, seems there's a majority of people against taking the Pick. Alrighty, I'll have a post up soon.

You pass both the cart and Oswald, receiving a grumble and a cross look from the dog as you close in on the foreman and the mercenaries.

“Fer the last time ya blithering ogres, you’ll get paid what ya agreed to, and nothing more. I don’t give a damn that ya suddenly lost whatever counts as spines in your various races, we’re payin ya, housin ya, and feedin ya. So get back ta work so I can get back to mine!” Arthur shouted harshly at the mercenaries, the aliens not seeming intimidated at all.

“Listen poochie, we agreed ‘cause we thought we'd be dealing with some wild animals or the occasional bandit, not a bunch of rogue drones and a crew of raiders.” The lead mercenary said, his voice raised but calm as he blubbered out her reply. He seemed to be a mix of a cat fish, a shark, and a man sporting two robot arms. His compatriots were equally odd looking, mimicking the style of fish fusing with cyborg. “Double our pay or else me and my boys are leavin ya high and dry. Like to see a bunch of pooches and strays handle dealing with their own problems.”

The mercenaries looked smug, believing themselves to have won the argument. From the clearly growing rage shown by Sir Arthur, you could tell that was the case.

What do you do?

>>1510666
Whoa, nice Satan Trips.

>Walk up to the discussion from the side, ask about the "rogue drones and a crew of raiders". Maybe we can help the mercs out so we DON'T have to double their pay?
I mean come on surely there's an easier way here, right? And by easier I mean "gets us more fighting experience and makes us more badass than we are now". Drones are easy as hell to scrap in the world of Samurai Jack, but the raider crew might be a larger problem.

>>1510772
doubled.

Alrighty, I think I'll take this as the consensus

The mercenaries had a point, but you knew for a fact that the dogs didn't have enough money to afford the double pay. You all could barely afford the mercenaries with the agreed upon pay, but they were still nessasary. The dogs weren't much for fighting, being scholars first. Sir Oswald fancied himself a rather proficient pugilist, but that was back in his hay day and was more playful boxing between him and his chums.

Without these men, the raiders and the rogue drones would destroy everything, faster than Aku and his slave driving could ever hope to accomplish.

You step forward, catching the eye of both the mercenaries, who seemed confused, and Arthur, who seemed on the brink of losing it.
"Gentlemen, if I may. I'm sure we can work this out. What exactly are your concerns with the drones and the raiders?"

The merc rolled his eyes, which also seemed to partially include moving the parts of his head around his eyes. It was odd, but nothing to out of the ordinary "our concerns are we aren't getting paid enough to go up against Aku's drones, or deal with a bunch of crazy humans."

"The drones may be old and broken down from being dug up, but even those ancient drones are a problem. Reenforced armor, and steel cutting scythes have been the standard on Aku's drones since forever. I'm not going at those without a good weapon and some armor." The leader shook his head, briefly watching Oswald arrive "Those raiders are worse. The damn humans hunt the drones for sport from the looks of it, where armor made of them and have weapons that can pierce their armor. From what I heard, they're made of those crystals" he said, kicking a nearby crystal and snapping it in half "though I highly doubt it."

Arthur stepped in "Well if ya knew all this, why the bleeding hell didn't ya prepare?"

One of the other mercs spoke up "we didn't think a bunch of mutts would be camping in the middle of their territory, and digging up more of the fucking drones!"

The leader punched his comrades shoulder, shutting him up. "The fact of the matter is, the double pay is so we can hire more guys, get better armor, and better guns. Without it, we might as well fight these things with toothpicks. Of course Scrappy here doesn't seem to get that." He said, gesturing to Arthur, who was now livid.

--> (time to decide. Any plans on how to convince them? Perhaps intimidate them? Or maybe you feel you don't need them? Decide now.)

(If you wish to try and use diplomacy, weather to convince them or intimidate them, go ahead and roll a 1d20. I'll roll a 1d10, and whoever's post that ends with a number closest to what I rolled is the roll I go with. Crits that don't get chosen add +2 to the result, and crits that do get chosen are natural crits, and will give the character a permanant +1 bonus to that skill. Good luck!)

Clarification post:

Here are the options

>Try diplomacy (dice roll)

>Try intimidation (dice roll)

>tell them to shove off (send the mercenaries away

>other (insert choice here)

Feel free to ask questions if needed

>>1513023
1d20 or something else?

>>1513203
1d20

Rolled 9 (1d20)

>>1513023
Diplomacy. Let's convince them that they can have any wealth the drones and raiders have.

Rolled 20 (1d20)

>>1513023
Rollin

Rolled 5 (1d20)

>>1513023
>Try diplomacy (dice roll)
>>1513434

This seems like a solid argument

Will close voting soon, and then we'll see what comes of things

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>>1513443

Damn. Apparently, we have the gift of the silver tongue.

>>1513443

Critical success

>+1 permanent increase to charisma

You consider what the Mercenary leader said, then grin and you take on a more powerful pose to back up your words. “Well sir, seems to me that if these raiders and drones have all this going for them, you’de likely be able to set yourself up pretty well for future jobs if you managed to do this one.” You say, making the merc raise his eyebrow.

“Yeah, if we manage to.” He said, glaring at you “But I don’t have then men or resources to fight all of this at once.”

“Then don’t, “ you reply simply back to him “A drone’s blade is strong enough to cut through its armor, and it’s armor is tough. All you need to do is start small, and rather quickly you’ll get that arsenal you wanted. We even have a couple drones lying around from our excavations you could start with.”

“That’s great and all for armor kid, but I’d rather have a gun than some jury rigged spear.” The Mercenary leader said, though he was beginning to look more favorable.

“Well once you start getting those drones taken down, the scrap should fetch a hefty price on the market. Think about how much you could make off those people wanting armor like a beetle drone, all while not having to fight them. You could make a pretty penny I’m sure, maybe even triple what we’re paying you with the right buyers.”

Arthur stepped forward “Boy, don’t you start giving away our research materials!” he said, before you looked at him with a disarming smile.

“Sir Arthur, we finished studying those things months ago, and to be honest, they don’t have much worth to us besides scrap metal. Might as well get some use out of them.” You say, making the Corgi think for a moment, before he nodded and stepped back, allowing you and the Mercenary leader to talk.

“So, how’s that sound boss man? Get payed to make a profit and set yourself up for even better jobs in the future, just have to protect some dogs digging holes?” You offer, standing confidently as you watch the fish man consider.

After about a minute, the mercenary nodded “Alright kid, you convinced me. Show us where your drones are and we’ll get to work. If this works out, I may be able to show up that bug eyed jerk at the bar.” He said, smiling a razor tooth filled smile.

“I can have one of my boys lead ya over to them, we’ve just been tossin the blasted things in a pile after smashing their brains out.” Arthur said, motioning for a nearby dog to come and sending the mercs off with him.

Once they were gone, Arthur turned to you, a smile on his face “Thank god fer that silver tongue of yours lad. While I’m a bit miffed they didn’t have the spine to accept their job, I’m glad ya managed to keep them around.”

Oswald chuckled, looking to Arthur “The boy might make a good foreman someday, don’t you think Arthur?” the old mastiff said playfully, Arthur chuckling.

“Maybe, but he’s still got a long way to go. Enough of this fooling around though, we got a delivery due at the end of the day, so I need everyone doing their best. If we can meet the quota, we might be able to have a day or two of rest before having to get back to work.” Arthur said, turning and walking off to tend to his duties.

Time for you to do some work, though what is your job?

>Miner: You help mine the crystals directly (+1 strength)

>Technician: You help maintain the tools and machines (+1 intelligence)

>Assistant Foreman: You help Arthur keep everything running smoothly (+1 Charisma)

>Caretaker: You run around and keep everyone hydrated and fed (Increase renown in community)

>Transporter: You help transport tools and crystals to where they need to go (+1 Constitution)

>Other: (Any ideas, and I can associate a bonus to it)

Rolled 2 (1d20)

>>1515014
>Caretaker: You run around and keep everyone hydrated and fed (Increase renown in community)
If we can get a point in charisma with this too, provided we run around enough, then all the better. Here goes the roll, hope I don't get a 1.

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>>1515104
>Here goes the roll, hope I don't get a 1.
>hope I don't get a 1
>Rolled 2 (1d20)
I deserve this.

>>1515104
Well you didn't get a 1...

Rolled 19 (1d20)

>>1515014
>Transporter: You help transport tools and crystals to where they need to go (+1 Constitution)

>>1515124
Or, are explosives used in the mining? We could be an explosives technician or synthesizer.

Clarification:

We're trying to come to a consensus on our jobs, so rolling isn't needed. However if you guys want, I can include the rolls in whatever job is chosen to determine how good we do that day, maybe get a bonus

>>1515162
I guess we can do >>1515124 and be a Jason Statham wannabe?

>>1515014
>Transporter: You help transport tools and crystals to where they need to go (+1 Constitution)

Buffing Con is always useful

closing votes soon

>>1515162
Ok, I wasn't sure if we were supposed to roll or not so I erred on cation

Current stats

>Lvl: 1

>Str: 0

>Dex: 0

>Int: 0

>Con: 1

>Cha: 1

>Wis: 0

>Hp: 10+1

With a majority for Transporter, Anon gains +1 to constitution.

You spend several hours hauling carts up and down the quarry slopes, carrying tools, crystals, and other such equipment. It’s hard work, but you’ve been doing it long enough to where it’s not so bad. Oswald was a miner, so he had gone to the bottom of the quarry. You saw him occasionally throughout the day, working harder than some of the younger dogs.

The mercenaries already were hard at work fitting themselves in ancient beetle drone armor, and getting what weapons they could in order to begin acquiring more drones to sell. They seemed pretty skilled at the work, their armor taking shape effectively enough from the glances you managed to spare as you passed them.

Besides the three you had seen talking to arthur, there were about eight more, all of them seeming to be of some fish like form or another. Not all of them were cyborgs, but all had some form of gadget or device on hand.

One of the mercenaries, a female from what you could tell, spotted you as you were pushing a cart full of replacement picks to one of the nearby mines. Making eye contact with you, she lifted her hand and waved towards you, before smacking one of her comrades in the head with a wrench when he seemed to be jeering her.

You try to wave back, but she seems to have looked away before you could.

>Deliver picks?

>Interact with the mercenaries?

>Other?

>>1515337
>Deliver picks
I don't think we should mess with the mercs right now, even if the fishgirl is somewhat qt. We got them their plan of using drones to profit, so we're in their good graces. Fucking that up this early is a no go.

>>1515337
>Interact with the mercenaries?

The more connected they feel towards us the less likely they will be to break when shit hits the fan

I'm a wait a bit longer on this, give people a chance to vote and break the tie. If it doesn't occur I'll make a roll to see who gets if.

Tie between deliver picks and Talk to mercenaries

[SPECIAL EVENT]

As you turn to leave the mercenaries, you hesitate for a second, the idea of talking to them crossing your mind. Befriending them gaining their loyalty, could all go a long way. Money was money, but you weren’t sure if they were willing to stick around if things got intense. With all that you had given them, they could easily abandon the dogs and you to whatever fate the raiders or drones wished upon you.

Though, before you could make a decision on talking to the mercenaries or finishing your work, A hand was placed on your shoulder. “Hey, kid.” Turning to look, you see it’s the girl who waved at you, having crossed the distance from her camp to you while you were lost in thought. She placed her hands on the bars of the cart and began pushing “Looked like you needed help.” She said, smirking at you as she began to push ahead.

You quickly get back to pushing as well, and the heavy cart now goes at a much quicker pace. At the rate you’re going now, you’ll be finished with this load in half the time, and now you find yourself in the company of the this aquatic mercenary.

“So, I notice you’re not covered in fur, wear clothes, and don’t have a tail. You the freak of the litter or what?”

You laugh, remembering the few time before where you had to explain yourself. You tell the mercenary a bit of your story, how you were adopted and were raised by the dogs. You choose the not tell her about exactly where they found you, as it was commonly never believed.

“Huh, personally I’d have wanted wolves to adopt me, but I guess the posh dog upbringing has it’s upsides.” She jokes, earning a small chuckle from you.

>Discuss about her?
>Discuss about her crew?
>Try to lay on the charm?
>Flirt?
>Other?

Clarification
>Lay on the charm (try and get her and by extension the mercenaries to be closer to you)

Charm and flirt require a Charisma roll, which gets a +1 due to the character's stats

>>1516966
>>Discuss about her?
We can always lay on the charm later. Gotta get to know her first, don't even know her name.

>>1516966
>Discuss about her?

Ask her name and how the dogs have been treating her so far

As >>1517018 says we can lay on the charm afterwards, gotta have at least a slight base of understanding before we jump in

>>1516966
>Discuss about her?

“Going for the first name basis already huh? Pretty ballsy kid.” She said, you and her now beginning your descent into the quarry “Name’s Yol. Could tell you my full name, but then we'd be here all day.” She said with a serious expression, cutting your attempts at laughter.

“As for your dogs, they’re alright. Nice bunch of people overall I have to say. Made them easy target for Aku to be honest.” She said rather bluntly, earning a stare from you. “Hey, it’s true. Them being all polite and harmless, like they wanted Aku to ruin their lives. It’s just what he does…” She said, peering down towards the mine tunnel down below.

“The fact you guys were already digging holes here didn’t help much either.”

>Agree?
>Disagree?
>Change subject?
>Other?

>>1518919
>Disagree?
I doubt fighting back would have been that much better seeing as it's Aku and all, though I guess one can hope.

>>1518919
>Agree?

Often times a person's best quality can be twisted in the hands of a determined ruler.

>>1518919
>Agree?
I agree they are easy to take advantage of, still in this world good people and their works should be protected.

Closing votes in like ten minutes

You think on her words for a second, and let out a sigh as you approach the mine entrance “It’s true. These people never did anything to earn this treatment, but the world doesn’t seem to care, especially with Aku running things.”

Yol nodded, and opened her mouth to say something, until you continued.

“Just cause the world is vile, doesn't mean the good should go away though. If anything, what good there is just might be even more precious. It and those few good souls should be protected.” You continue, the cart coming to a stop infront of the mine and you and her letting go.

“Which is why I have to say thanks, to you and your crew. You guys were willing to help us, even when everyone else would have either left us to die or just have stolen from us. The others may not say it outloud, but they appreciate the work you guys are doing here.”

>Roll Charisma, +1 to the result

>>1519134

Rolled 18 (1d20)

>>1519310

>>1519134
>>1519310
>>1519313
sorry forgot how to roll

Rolled 10 (1d20)

>>1519134

>>1519679
10+1= 11

Failure

The mercenary shakes her head and begins to walk off "Well, hope that way of thinking works out for you then."

It seems she's not as optimistic as you, unfortunatly. Before you can say anything further, a loud crash is heard from within the mine, followed by panicked barking and more unpleasant noises.

In a flash, the mercenary has pulled out a hand gun and run into the mine, charging into the tunnel towards the sound.

You stand at the mouth of the mine, the fearful shouts of your guardians being heard within, and one of the mercenaries having charged in without hesitation.

The cart, filled with new picks, has been delivered, and you still have other deliveries to do. Thinking back though, you remember Sir Oswald was assigned to this mine, which was one of the newest ones dug out.

WHat do you do?

>Charge in?
>Seek help?
>Other?

.....

>Abandon them, they are only dogs

>>1519975

>Charge in with a pick or crystal spear or a aku drones arm schyte

>>1519975
>Charge in?

What happened to the 18 that was rolled?

>>1519975
>Charge in
Gotta keep our guardians alive so they keep guardian-ing

>>1520642
AOcWnt+o is me i think Qm did not use it becuse i forgot to link it to the right post

>>1520642
It wasn't the chosen roll. When rolls are done, I roll a 1d10. Then the result of that is used to determine which roll I use for the result. Sadly, what I rolled lead to the gen being chosen over the 18

>>1519975
CHARGE IN

With only a moment's hesitation, you charge into the cave, grabbing a pick from the cart as you feared the worst. Dogs ran the opposite direction, past your and towards the exit of the cave, all looking panicked and some looking wounded. You don’t have time to check though, as you turn a corner and come face to face with what was causing the havoc.

An ancient beetle drone stood before Yol and Sir Oswald, it’s massive rusted black carapace almost filling the tunnel as it’s blades shined with what little light there was. There was large parts of its armor missing, and besides it’s two legs, it had only one of it’s four scythe armed limbs. It’s left eye was shattered open, and had a picked lodged into its head, likely left there by some brave dog.

Oswald’s fur seemed to raise up, the aged dog growling angrily as he held onto his pick. With a deep howl, he charged, ducking underneath the slash of the drone and swinging his pick towards its body. There was a flash of sparks as the pick collided, but no damage was done. Before Oswald could recover, he was smacked back towards you with lightning speed on the beetles part.

Yol kept her distance, firing blast after blast of laser fire into the drone, but only seeming to heat up the armor she hit rather than cause any real damage. The drones were ancient, but masterfully built. The drone shuddered forward, lunging for Yol, only to fall on it’s stomach as one of its legs locked up.

The mercenary took this chance to fall back, standing next to you and a rising Oswald. “We gotta get out of hear, that thing’s armor is too strong blast through.” She said, slamming a new cartridge into her gun.

Oswald shook his head “And let this thing loose in the quarry? We’re lucky it’s only maimed a few people, I’m not risking this bloody thing doing any more harm.” He said, letting out a flurry of deep rumbling barks at the Beetle drone, who was beginning to stand up.

>Stay and Fight? If so, how do you attack?
>Fall back? If so, what is you plan?
>Other?

>>1523688
its down charge it can not most likley hit you so slam the sharp point of the pick in the sections of armor that are missing best is to hit weak points in the scythe arms to take away its weapons

>>1523688
>Stay and Fight? If so, how do you attack?

Focus on any opening in armor or on the joints, if we get the opportunity try to get the second pick from where it is lodged in the eye

>>1523688
>Stay and fight
Blind the damn thing, gouge eyes
Then take out it's antennas and then tag it's weakened spots
Without it's senses it will be waiting for death.

>>1524789
>>1524252
support

Alright, roll Strength and Dex separately

Rolled 2, 10 = 12 (2d20)

>>1524931
Like so?

Rolled 9, 15 = 24 (2d20)

>>1524931

Rolled 5, 3 = 8 (2d20)

>>1524931

Rolled 5, 17 = 22 (2d20)

>>1524931

>>1525064
Roll strength failure

>>1525028
Dexterity strength success

The pick smashed against the beetle’s armor, sending sparks out as the tool slipped and flew into the ground as it glided across the metal. No damage was done to the creature, except maybe scratching the already rusted and chipped paint, the momentum carrying you to the ground, narrowly avoiding the upward slash from the beetle.

The air rang as it was cleaved through, the air rushing past and sending your safari hat flying behind the drone. You now stood within striking range of the Beetle, who was now preparing to bring its blade back down, the grinding of rusted gears and limbs filling the tunnel.

More gunshots littered its carapace, all aimed for the center of its mass, while Sir Oswald barked, waiting for a chance to charge once an opening made itself clear.

>Attack?
>fall back?
>Other?

>sacrifice a pawn

>>1527320
>Attack?

Continue with our plan of attack

(Clarification, roll for str and dex if you vote to attack)

Rolled 8, 20 = 28 (2d20)

>>1527436

Thanks

>>1527418
supporting

>>1527320

>>1527468

dice+2d20 in the email field

Rolled 7, 8 = 15 (2d20)

>>1527320

Rolled 11, 6 = 17 (2d20)

>>1527320
>Attack
Dodge the blade plunge, then aim for a joint in the beetle arm in an attempt to break it off.

Rolled 19, 15 = 34 (2d20)

>>1527320
>Attack

>>1527455

>Strength role failure

>Dex role Critical success, dex increased by plus 1 permanantly
Another swing, and another glancing blow that meant nothing to the machine. It’s armor was to think, however it wasn’t very fast and it was much too strong. In a easy shift of your weight, you manage to dodge the counter attack of the beast, using its momentum against it you smash your foot into its head, sending it into the ground fast. The sound of metal ripping was heard, and after a moment's confusion, the drone rises once more, now with several crystals stabbed into its torso. Oil began to leak excessively, and it was clearly heavily damage from the crystalline invaders.

Yol’s gun shots switched targets, firing on the oil repeatedly until it lit aflame and spread. The creature let out an artificial wail as its insides began to burn from the fire.

The creature's armor began to heat up rapidly, turning red from within, and its armor was now open from the crystals breaking through. It was however becoming more frantic. It began to slash faster, sending a blade towards you that you barely dodge, but you quickly realize would be harder to dodge had you not been careful.

>Beetle drones armor is now weakened! Strength roles now have an easier time to succeed. However, it has grown furious, and now dodging is more difficult!

>Roll Strength and Dex

Rolled 18, 12 = 30 (2d20)

>>1528761
If there's an attack coming our way, duck and use the pickaxe in such a way that we parry the claw arm from the side while we're ducked. That instability should give us the leverage we need to tip it on top of more crystals.

Here goes.

Rolled 18, 7 = 25 (2d20)

>>1528761
>2d20

Rolled 1, 3 = 4 (2d20)

>>1528761

>>1528879
>18
Success on Strength

>>1529362
>7+1=8
Failure on Dexterity


You Manage to see the blade of the monster of metal coming towards you, it’s movements blindingly fast. It doesn’t matter, as you use your pick to catch the blade before it reaches you and stop it. With a shift of your weight, you throw the blade and all the weight behind it to your side, receiving a large cut down your arm as sacrifice for sending the beetle beast to the ground again. With a roar, you bring your foot down and stomp on its head, smashing more crystals into its body, one piercing through the creature's skull and sending oil out like a geyser into your face.

Foolish boy

You hear a voice, your eyes are blinded, but you know where the voice is coming from. Everywhere. Molten steel pours into your body through your eyes, the oil pushing its way in as some unseen substance within it moves into you. You sense it now, The oil holds...a part of you.

The black liquid pierces your mind, a cackling laugh breaking through the haze that had always been in the back of your mind.

Embrace it child. Let it nurture you once more

You see images of horror, of fire and war, of heroes great and small falling to your hands. Yet they are not your hands. Your brain screams as you begin to sink into darkness

LET ME FREE CHILD!

>Roll Will

Rolled 12 (1d20)

>>1536131
It's our power now, Dad. Fuck off from our mind.

Rolled 14 (1d20)

>>1536131

>>1536189
>Dad! It's not just a phase, GOD! Get of my head!

Rolled 3 (1d20)

>>1536131

>>1537060
I hope this isn't the one that takes. At least 12 is a success right?

>>1536189
12....
Success!!

"No..." You say weakly, dropping to a knee as you drop your pick, hands going to hold onto your spinning head. The pressure is great, and it claws at all you are with the ferocity of a beast.

You can't resist me forever child!

It's right, you can't hold out much longer, the powerful presense weighing down your mind.It was older than you, stronger than you, and wanting nothing more than to return to itself.

Just when you felt you will about to break, a paw is place don your shoulder "Hey, boy, are you alright? Come on, It's just a little oil in the eye, we can wash that right out." Sir Oswald said, shaking your shoulder in concern.

You remember Sir Oswald, in his younger days, how he taught and protected you. Of all the time you had spent with him as a child. The thoughts warm you, and strengthen your will enough to push the shadow back to the depths of your mind.

I will be free, you cannot hold me back forever. You cannot resist what calls to us.

the voice faded, growing distant as it plunged back into your subconscious. However, it did not disappear, merely stepping into the shadows of your mind.

[Spoiler] Greater men have broken to this urge, you are no different child.[/Spoiler]

Your insides shift, and you feel the invading ooze from the drone begin toi spread throughout your body.

[Spoiler]Until then, I leave you this taste of what you are meant to be. Soon, you will beg for my presence, like so many before you.

>You feel power deep within you, forming and shifting your body to suit its presence.

>Choose

>Glare of Aku: Gain weakened laser eyes, a ranged attack based on you dex roll. Effective against unprotected flesh, When used, make a will-2 roll to resist the darkness

>Strength of Aku: At the cost of constitution, shift your body to become temporarily stronger. For every point of Con sacrificed, gain two strength. When used, make a Will-1 roll to resist the darkness

>Shape change: Gain the power to change your hands into crude weapons or tools, such as clubs, blades, or hammers Weapons cannot be larger then a single handed equivalent. When used, Roll Will+0 to resist the darkness.

>>1538235
What does it mean Will-2 and shit? If we fail, we lose that much will?
Then fuck, might as well go for the utility of Shape Change.

Also QM, here's a piece of advice. Ctrl + S, fool!

>>1538235
>Shape change: Gain the power to change your hands into crude weapons or tools, such as clubs, blades, or hammers Weapons cannot be larger then a single handed equivalent. When used, Roll Will+0 to resist the darkness.

Will be interesting to see if this can bust through the Beetles armor

>>1538285
Shape Change opens up a lot to us. Can use screwdriver-hand to fuck with machinery, pickaxe hands to help the dogs out by mining at double the speed, have tiny thin darkness fingers as lockpicks, claw fingers to allow more grip on stuff, etc.
The possibilities are pretty much as numerous as we can think of, depending on the situations we get into.

>>1538448

Especially if we get upgrades to our control and mastery of Aku's energy. Now we just need to buff our Will out the ass to make sure we never become Aku's

>>1538482
I went with Shape Change initially because of no loss of Will. Then because of all the applications it can have.

>>1538509
Or maybe it means will +2?

>>1538509

It looks like it'll be just a straight Will check with no penalties when we use it, we should be losing any points

Clarification:

Will - 2 means you subtract 2 from the result of your will roll. It's effectively a -2 to your will stat in terms of that roll. No permanent damage occurs

>>1538634
I'm still sticking to Shape Change.

>Shape change wins

You feels your hands and forearms begin to burn and scream in pain, muting the sounds of concern around you as your consciousness finally gives way and you fall into unconsciousness.

Akuling Leveld up!

Choose a two separate stats to increase by one

>Lvl: 2
>Str: 0
>Dex: 0
>Int: 0
>Con: 1
>Cha: 1
>Wis: 0

>Hp: 12+1

Powers:
>Shape change: Gain the power to change your hands into crude weapons or tools, such as clubs, blades, or hammers Weapons cannot be larger than a single handed equivalent. When used, Roll Will+0 to resist the darkness.

>>1541123
>Str
>Dex

>Lvl: 2
>Str: 1
>Dex: 1
>Int: 0
>Con: 1
>Cha: 1
>Wis: 0

>Hp: 12+1

>Corruption 0/??

Powers:
>Shape change: Gain the power to change your hands into crude weapons or tools, such as clubs, blades, or hammers Weapons cannot be larger than a single handed equivalent. When used, Roll Will+0 to resist the darkness.


You stare upon a burning city, concrete and glass littering the streets. A sea of black metal and red eyes poor into the streets, crushing any defense that was brought before it. The skies were red and filled with smoke, but cutting through it was a lengthening streak of three colors: Blue, Green, and Red.

A deep cackle was heard, and you turn to look at its source. A massive black form loomed over the city, its eyes aflame figuratively with glee, and literally upon its brow. The streak flew towards the monster, towards what could only be Aku, and were then smacked aside, scattering the three colors in different directions.

The laughter returned, mocking in tone as the Shogun of sorrow tore a building from the earth and tossed it casually towards where you stood. Before impact, you saw the colors reemerge, and rocket towards Aku from three directions.

You wake up in your bed.

Your arm is wrapped in bandaging, a numbness emanating from the wound. Looking around, manage to see Sir Oswald sleeping in a chair next to your bed. This, along with the lack of natural light pouring into your room made the fact it was night easy to deduce.

You sit up, pulling the covers from your body only to freeze when you see your hands. What had once been grey flesh had darkened, your hands and forearms now near black in color, and your fingertips having sharpened into points.

They look like the monsters hands from your dream, like Aku’s…

>What do?