>Doots to self in boredom

>>1610256
>In a roadside grave. Just off of a well trodden road outside a small town.

>>1610256
>In a roadside grave. Just off of a well trodden road outside a small town.

>>1610256
>>The Necropolis. Greatest cemetery for the greatest city. The capital of Kreslia ensures a steady supply of the dead.

>>1610374
>>1610387
>>1610399

Ill give it a few more minutes if there's any other anons dropping in

>roadside thingamajig

>Roadside Grave.

You crouch over the torn, black earth, littered with leaf mould and the the broken roots of weeds. Surrounding you are tall and knobby trees, old forest growth. All around you are the smells of rot and growth, leaf and beast.

You can faintly see small furrows in the soft earth with your newly improved vision. A pair of drag marks leading up to your impromptu grave. Following them leads you to a well traveled road, wagon ruts and hoofprints clearly visible to you in the faint moonlight, The scent of man and horse strong in your nostrils.

Your stomach twists hungrily and your throat tightens. You are ravenous

>Hunt the woods for some some suitable prey (D20)

>Move along the road, maybe there will be some late night travelers (D20)

>Search the area. You should find a spot to hide out. Dawn is coming. (D20)

>Examine self.

>Write in

Rolled 2 (1d20)

>>1610581
>Hunt the woods for some suitable prey (D20)
First thing first, gotta keep the muscles going

Rolled 7 (1d20)

>>1610581
>>Hunt the woods for some some suitable prey (D20)
New vision and a new to feed. Time to find the night owls.

>>1610626
>>1610605
Does anybody else want to attempt to salvage this

>>1610680
I don't think anybody else is here Cursed, I'm sorry

>7. Hunt for food.

Your nostrils and eyes are overwhelmed by the sheer amount of input being given them. The scents and sounds of the forest are as plain and vibrant to you as the most thick aroma of food, the loudest instruments.

Unfortunately your new body takes quite a bit of getting used to. You dash along after a plump deer only to underestimate your speed and slam headfirst into a tree. Your frenzied clawing at a fat raccoon sends you plummeting from a high branch to land flat on your back.

In the end you catch only a pair of fat frogs, ripping them apart in your jaws and sucking down their entrails, licking their slimy blood off of your claws. You growl in frustration.
Your hunger isn't even close to being sated

>Hunt for something with some substance (1D20)

>Stalk the road. You might get lucky and catch a lone traveler (1D20)

>Search for a place to lay low until the next night. You'd rather not sleep in your grave again (1D20)

>Examine self

>Other

>>1610762
Its all bueno my dude. I don't expect a lot of interest when DotA is on

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>doot doot

>Awful dead in these here quests

Rolled 8 (1d20)

>>1610764
How long until dawn? Do we havw time to try again?

Im going with the search option this time. Maybe find food on the way.

>Search for a place to lay low until the next night. You'd rather not sleep in your grave again (1D20)

>>1610866
Its about 2-3 so you have a few hours so enough for 1 major action or two more search actions.

>>1610883
2-3am

Rolled 86 (1d100)

>>1610764
>Hunt for something with some substance (1D20)

I HUNGER search for a burger king

Rolled 20 (1d20)

>>1610764
>>1610906

Wrong dice

>>1610917
Fucking well then

>>1610917
Naice

>Nat 20! Feeding time!

You growl, slapping your head in frustration. You can't let your hunger get the better of you. You need to focus and find your damn food. Not run around and snatch at everything.

You creep along the forest, sniffing and stopping to listen occasionally. You find several small traces, infinitesimally small that lead you along better than any human hunter could ever hope to compete with.

A crushed blade of grass, a bent twig, a tuft of hair on a piece of bark. All of these lead you along like beacons in the night. You slowly peek your head over a fallen log and run your tongue across your fangs.

A small herd of fat deer are curled in the long grass and cover of the trees around them. They sleep soundly, sure that no predator can find them here.

Creeping close you take a deep shuddering sniff of the scent. Blood and meat and LIFE here for the taking. You hover over the stag, leader of the small herd and allow yourself a moment to savor the meal before you before you attack.

Driving your claws into the stags neck you hold it down as it bugles in fear and pain, hooves thrashing as you sink your fangs into its throat.

Your eyes roll back in ecstasy as the thick, copper scented blood gushes into your mouth, filling your cold body with warmth and strength. You gulp down the seemingly unceasing flow of blood until the stags struggles cease, its mighty heart pumping no more.

Its not nearly enough.

You rip into its carcass with your fangs and claws, shoveling mouthfuls of raw, dripping meat into your gullet, cracking bone and sucking out the marrow with your long tongue. By the time you are done you are bloated, drowsy and full, leaving behind a pile of cracked, gnawed bones, torn hide and a patch of bloody dirt.

You carve out a hollow beneath a rotten log with your claws and squeeze yourself into it, pushing dirt into the gaps to block out the sun you instinctually know is death to you.

As you slumber the mighty meal you just consumed begins coursing through your body, your muscles, bones and mind thrumming with potential energy.

>Choose a mutation

>Your Fangs.(Do more bite damage, feed more efficiently)

>Your Claws (do more damage with your claws.)

>Your muscles (become stronger, more melee damage, more speed)

>Your skin (become more durable)

>Your eyes (gain bonus to vision related rolls)

>Your hearing (gain bonus to perception)

>Your nose (gain bonus to tracking)

>Your mind (Necromancy and Domination magic)

>Yourself equally. (Gain marginal bonus, become more human)

>Other (Write in requires approval)

>>1611054
>Your mind (Necromancy and Domination magic)
Because magic solves all problems.

>>1611054
>Yourself equally. (Gain marginal bonus, become more human)

Does this mean that we will have greater facility to make tools, weapons and structures?

>>1611083
I assume we're still sapient, if incredibly bloodthirsty. I think the more human part of that means that we look a bit more human at a glance.

>>1611083
You yourself will be able to use weapons and tools if you wish and acquire the skills to do so (though why would you actually work when you can make minions do it.) making yourself more human will make you harder to detect by regular humans but will actually make you easier prey for Vampire hunters. Its a trade off

>>1611054
>>1611099


Changing >>1611083 for:
>Your mind (Necromancy and Domination magic)

>Magic time.

Your dreams are strange. Fractals of energy spin and twist in the ether of your mind. Dark strands of deep violet and crimson worm their way into your soul, bringing forth abilities hidden in the blood that facilitated your change.

You awake the next dusk as the sun slips below the horizon, the air still hot as a blast furnace to you with the last traces of daylight.

You crouch over your fallen log sanctuary and take stock of your new.. Self.

>Gained- Raise Thrall- Raise a humanoid corpse as a ubdead minion for a indefinite length of time. As long as they are in your presence they are loyal. Without you they are stupid zombies. Feed them for interesting results. Max of 3

>Gained- Vampiric compulsion- Engaging eye contact with a humanoid enemy/civilian will allow you to temporarily induce complete control over their actions.

>Search the woods for prey. (D20)

>Search for a suitable lair (D20)

>Walk the roads, maybe someone is out late (D20)

>Examine self

>Other

Rolled 14 (1d20)

>>1611187
>>Search for a suitable lair (D20)
Assuming we have time to hunt after words or stop for a bit.

----

I'm debating on what to make our vamp. Do y'all think we should go combat or stealth? If we get those picks again I wanted to grab muscles to make us a power house. Although it could be fun to hide among the humans and control them with compulsion.

Rolled 19 (1d20)

>>1611187
>Examine self
Are we a boyo, or a grill?
>Search for a suitable lair (D20)

Rolled 9 (1d20)

>>1611187
Might as well add to the roll for lair searching.

>>1611221
After big meals you'll have the chance to upgrade yourself. If you want to suggest a mutation (within reason) feel free.

>>1611221

I want to go the powerhouse route, but I like make it look like we are physically weak

>>1611221
Eh, I think it'd be fun to go for full out murder machine. The other monster quest I played had enough issues with people wanting to humanize or otherwise play a really low risk low reward stealth game.

>>1611228
Nice

>>1611233
Well upside to being undead we can probably use our muscles to the fullest. Assuming we can regen the damage to our body. So going super lean and small looking could be fun.

>>1611240
Agreed.

I have seen issues with human/stealth as well, in other games.

Rolled 17 (1d20)

>>1611223
This seems like a good thing.

>19. Search for lair after self exam

You eye the rising full moon happily, the light reflecting off of the lenses at the rear of your eye. You walk lightly along the log, peering down into a pool of murky water.

You aren't pretty that's for sure. Your face is cruel and angular, your jaw stretched to allow the the large, ripping fangs that pushed out your other teeth. Your head is a pallid grey, devoid of hair. Your ears are long and pointed, twitching like a cats. Your shoulders, chest and arms are filled with corded muscle, the Grey flesh swelling as you bunch your arms. Your fingers end in cruel short talons of bone, capable of flensing flesh like butter. Your remaining clothes are filthy and ragged, little mote than the rags of a vest and pants that are nearly rotted and torn off of you.

Notable mutations-
-Typical Vampiric undead- Stronger than an average man, share fangs, claws, numb to most pain, enhanced senses.

>Skills-
-Raise Thrall
-Vampiric compulsion

You head off into the woods, searching for a suitable place to lay your head after a long night. You pass up hollows in the soft soil, holes where trees had fallen and even a small brush shelter where several trees had fallen into a cone shape.

You need something BETTER.

A few miles from the road you come across a crevice in the stone of a small embankment. Turning sideways you worm in, finding it continues deep into the hill and widens out almost immediately. After ripping the head from a ornery weasel and crunching it down you inspect your small abode.

It isn't much but it will suffice for now.

>Hunt for prey (D20)

>Make your way to the town outskirts. You should be a bit closer now (D20)

>Search for a traveler on the road (D20)

>other

>>1611290
>>Hunt for prey (D20)
It's a little early for hunting humans. Lets get a snack then rest till the start of the next night.

Rolled 1 (1d20)

>>1611290
>Hunt for prey (D20)

Let´s make burgers

And my luck ran out

Rolled 9 (1d20)

>>1611290
Enough with the petty creatures. Lets take a real human down.
>Search for a traveler on the road (D20)

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>>1611350
HOL UP!
This ´gon be good.

Rolled 20 (1d20)

>>1611350
And it did.
And I forgot to roll.

Rolled 10 (1d20)

>>1611360
You're the best!

>>1611290
>Hunt for prey (D20)

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>>1611360
I love you!
This will make the encounter more nteresting. Or average as fuck

>10. Saved by the crit gods

You venture out into the woodw again, the rumbling and tightness in your stomach is starting to get to you. You know you could eat Corpse-flesh AMD honestly would if you could find some but there's no luck it seems.

The deer have moved their sleeping grounds, the rabbits and raccoons seem to be in hiding and you would rather not eat more frogs.

You had almost given up hope when on the way back to the cave you stumbled (literally) onto a sleeping dog in a small depression under a bush. Wild or not its dinner and you break its neck, dragging it behind you into the cave where you tear into the dripping flesh and coagulating blood.

Delicious.

You curl into a pile of dried leaves in the rear of the small cave and slumber as the sun approaches. It has been a fruitful night no matter the lack of prey.

>Next night.

>Watch the roads. There HAVE to be night travelers. (D20)

>Hunt for something with some substance (D20)

>Try to make your way into town or at least get near it. (D20)

>Other

Rolled 15 (1d20)

>>1611384
>Hunt for something with some substance (D20)

Must feed.

Rolled 3, 5 = 8 (2d20)

>>1611384
>>Try to make your way into town or at least get near it. (D20)
Investigate the town
Then
>Hunt for something with some substance (D20)

>>1611389
One at time anon.

Rolled 1 (1d20)

>>1611394
Fine
>Hunt for something with some substance (D20)

Rolled 14 (1d20)

>>1611384
Do we get any weaker if we don't consume humans or just any random creature does the trick?

>Look for travelers

>Ill finish these in the morning anons. Sleep is required of me!

Rolled 5 (1d20)

>>1611399
Let's try and salvage this man.

>>1611399
Had to make up for
>>1611360

>>1611401
G'night dude

Rolled 15 (1d20)

>>1611384
Might as well roll to attempt to spare us of the wrath of the dice gods.

>1. Crit Fail.

You stalk along the trees, your bare feet sinking noiselessly into the soft soil as you search armor prey. You need something with some vitality to it. Not sickly stray dogs and frogs.

The wind picks up and you cock your head, scenting the air as it brings a new smell to you. It makes your stomach twist in hunger and your mouth flood with saliva.

Humans.

You dash through the trees, all delicacy forgotten as you search through the woods for the source of the delectable scent. You want it.

You NEED it.

Finally you spy the flickering of a small campfire and you slow, peeking through the brush as you get closer. Your stomach is growling audibly and your mouth hangs open as you approach, the scent of humans filling you with hunger.

Four humans lay around a small campfire, a fifth sitting on a treestump nearby puffing on a pipe, possibly keeping watch.

From their weapons, equipment and dress you can guess that these are no noble adventurers. Bandits hiding out in the foothills most likely.

You think if you are careful this may go your way and you will have a feast.

>Attempt to stealth kill the Human on watch (D20)

>Attempt to draw them into the woods, Predator style (D20)

>See if you can sneakily drag one of them away, you should be strong enough (D20)

>Leave. Youre hungry. Not stupid

Rolled 8 (1d20)

>>1611899
>>Attempt to draw them into the woods, Predator style (D20)

Rolled 7 (1d20)

>>1611899
>Attempt to draw them into the woods, Predator style (D20)
Once they're in the woods we'll just have to go Rambo on them.

Rolled 33 (1d100)

>>1611946
>draw em into der woods

Rolled 16 (1d20)

>>1611975
Shit im supposed to roll a d20

>16. Rambo mode engage.

You pull back into the woods away from the humans camp and ready yourself. Clambering partway up a thick tree using your claws and toes to carve out footholds you cling to the trunk like an overgrown bat.

You open your mouth and inhale before letting loose the loudest screech you possibly can. The piercing sound echoes throughout the forest, waking birds and sending small animals running for cover.

You screech again as you hear the humans waking, alarmed cries of "The Feckin hell is that?" reaching your ears.

After convening for a moment the humans shudder as you screech again, the agonizing sound grating their eardrums. Now that they are out from under their blankets you get a good look at them. There are three males of varying ages and two females.

The older male is a good head taller than the others, hefting a sharpened pick over his shoulder. The second oldest male shares similarity to him in face, possibly a brother or son, carrying a wood choppers axe. The third male is armed with a crossbow and seems to be the youngest of the group, he also seems injured with a bandage around his left thigh. The females are a scarred, black haired woman with a long dagger and the other is a fair faced young woman with nearly white hair. She seems unarmed for some reason.

Four of them light torches from the small campfire and set into the woods in groups of two, leaving the young male with a bandage on his thigh to guard the camp with his crossbow.

>Attack the Older Male bandit and The younger Female (D20)

>Attack the Male bandit and the scarred woman (D20)

>Hit the camp while they are gone. They won't miss him (D20)

Rolled 3 (1d20)

>Hit the camp while they are gone

get rid of him and then lay a trap for them to return to

Rolled 15 (1d20)

>>1612034
>run away and hunt something else

Rolled 20 (1d20)

>>1612034
>Hit the camp while they are gone. They won't miss him

>>1612091
Oh boy, time to turn the boy into thrall and surprise the rest with that.

>20. Manflesh is back on the menu.

As the bandits search the woods for the source of the hellish screeches you circle around them, slipping behind their line and approaching the campfire.

The young, wounded bandit sits with his back to a tree, eying the forest while his shaking hands hold his crossbow, the tip flickering back and forth.

He looks left as the bushes rustle, some small creature fleeing away into the forest.

He calls out, his voice cracking
"Irlan!? Feorth? Rusla? Are you the-re!?!"

He swallows, adjusting his grip on the crossbow as his plans grow sweaty. A scratch above him on the tree trunk prompts him to look up, directly into your grinning face. He opens his mouth to scream as you dig your claws under his chin, hooking through the jawbone and hauling him up the tree trunk as he gurgles in agony. His crossbow clatters to the ground as you cling to him like some vile parasite, claws and feet gripping him tightly as you sink your fangs into his throat.

Your eyes roll up in ecstasy as the rich, strong blood flows down your throat, the boys terrified heart pumping it out of his body. As his struggles grow weaker you grow stronger, your muscles and body brimming with energy. At last his struggles cease and the final drops of blood leave him. You sit in the boughs of the ancient tree, faint drops of blood trickling down the trunk from your feast.

>Eat his corpse. This is a feast.

>Raise it as a thrall.

>Leave it in the camp as a grisly warning.

>Other

>>1612129
>Eat his corpse. This is a feast.
but leave his feet and fingers in the camp

>>1612129
>Raise it as a thrall.
None will escape tonight

>>1612137
Dare I ask why his feet and fingers

>>1612148
grisly warning for the bandits to make them scared and feet and fingers are mostly bone and skin

>>1612137
>>1612138

Any other anons want to vote or should I roll a tiebreaker

>>1612129
>Eat his corpse. This is a feast.
Make the bigger ones in thrall

>>1612129
>Eat his corpse. This is a feast.

Why hello, what is this. I am interest.

>Eat corpse.

Your thirst is sated but your hunger remains. The boys flesh will serve nicely for that. You tear into his body with your fangs, cramming handfuls of flesh and organs into your maw, bones cracked and crunched down like sticks of celery. You gnaw every scrap of flesh and tissue from his bones before crushing them in your jaws and sucking out the marrow.

At last you retreat to your den, belly swollen and drowsy, leaving behind only droplets of blood and scraps of flesh for the bandits to find when they return.

You curl into your nest of leaves and rags and dream of growth and change...

>Choose a mutation

>Your Fangs.(Do more bite damage, feed more efficiently)

>Your Claws (do more damage with your claws.)

>Your muscles (become stronger, more melee damage, more speed)

>Your skeleton (become more sturdy increase size)

>Your skin (become more durable)

>Your eyes (gain bonus to vision related rolls)

>Your hearing (gain bonus to perception)

>Your nose (gain bonus to tracking)

>Your mind (Necromancy and Domination magic)

>Yourself equally. (Gain marginal bonus, become more human)

>Other (Write in requires approval)

>>1612207
I got inspired by Strigois vampire quest so I decided to make my own to run alongside Xenomorph while I work on the story to gunslinger

>>1612223
>Your muscles (become stronger, can do more melee damage.)
What we should try to be right now is like a scary folk lore, kiddnipping men, women and children in the night. We need to build a mob

>>1612223
>>Your muscles (become stronger, more melee damage, more speed)

>>1612226
It's fascinating, how long do you plan on running this?

>>1612223
>Your muscles

Get buff get quick

>>1612247
Literally until I can't anymore. So as long as possible

>>1612223
>Your skin (become more durable)

>Muscles.

Your body twists and reshapes as you sleep, slabs of muscle bulging under the skin as you grow. Your bones thicken slightly, your body becoming bulkier and heavier, thick tissue sprouting and coiling under the skin.

When you awake you stand, joints creaking and popping under the skin as muscles bulge for the first time. You are shocked to find your head nearly scrapes the ceiling, your body bulging in spots with new growth of muscle.

>Gained Vampiric Strength. You are MUCH stronger than a normal person, fully capable of ripping a mans arm off and beating him to death with it. Your blows can crush skulls and dent helms. You gain a small bonus to durability due to the thick amount of muscle

>Hunt for Prey (D20)

>Hunt for those Bandits, they should still be in the area (D20)

>Try to make your way to town (D20)

>Watch the road, there may be some latenight travelers (D20)

>Other

>>1612294
>>Hunt for those Bandits, they should still be in the area (D20)
Rather we find them than be taken by surprise by them stumbling across us.

>>1612294
>Hunt for those Bandits, they should still be in the area (D20)

>>1612297
>>1612320
You wanna roll?

Rolled 4 (1d20)

>>1612320
"dice+1d20"

>>1612326
Fuck

Rolled 1 (1d12)

>>1612324
OH SHIT

Not used to the roll being part of the choice.

Rolled 18 (1d20)

>>1612294
>Hunt for those Bandits, they should still be in the area (D20)

>>1612326
You want to put that in the Options part of the reply window.

Rolled 6 (1d20)

>>1612334
What in the

>>1612294
>>1612324
Take my real roll.

>>1612334
1D20

Yeah I like to keep it that way as it allows everyone a chance for their vote to win

Rolled 15 (1d20)

>>1612294
>Hunt for Prey (D20)

>>1612294
>Hunt for those Bandits, they should still be in the area (D20)

>>1612541
How do you roll again?

>>1612545
/dice 1d20 in the option

>18. Hunt for bandits.

You are eager to put your new bulk to the test. Those bandits are probably still nearby, its only been a 12 hours. Surely they spent that time searching for him. At least some of it.

You scent the air, your long tongue twitching as you taste the odor of humans. You snarl as saliva drips from your lips. The scent is enough to drive you mad with hunger but you reign it back. You are more than your hunger. You control it. Not the other way around.

At least for now.

You set off, leaping among the trees, your powerful legs allowing you to spring from the trunks and gain height as you go. You cover miles of the forest without ever touching the ground. Your claws sink deep into the wood as you pick up the sound of humans.

"Cael!? Cael!? Where are ya boy!?! Git out here before I come hunt ye down and flog ye!" comes a rough voice, ragged with worry and use.

You snarl viciously. It seems the humans have not given up hope. The older male human is stomping resolutely up a trail, a torch held high as he calls out again and again, the scarred, black hard woman following him.

"Ruslan give it up! You saw the blood. Hes dead or worse. We need to move before something else happens " she says gently, patting his shoulder.

You spy through the trees another pair of torches, moving in opposite directions.

>Attack the bandit leader and his companion (D20)

>Attack the younger bandit (D20)

>Attack the young white haired woman (D20)

>Other

Rolled 9 (1d20)

>>1612605
>>Attack the young white haired woman (D20)

Rolled 8 (1d20)

>>1612639
Eh, supporting. She's either an easy kill, or something we'd want out of the way really quickly due to the fact that she's unarmed.

Rolled 3 (1d20)

>>1612605
>>Attack the young white haired woman (D20)

with the next evolution, we need wings

and then camouflage capabilities a la MGS4 octocamo

Rolled 17 (1d20)

>>1612605
>Attack the young white haired woman (D20)

>8. She's a weakling right?

You settle your sights on the unarmed, white haired young woman, walking back toward their camp. She will surely be an easy meal.

You leap from tree to tree, you powerful legs propelling you high into the air to cling to the trees like an oversized bat above her. You wait for the perfect moment and drop.

She looks up just as you detach, her eyes glowing as she extends her hand, mouth working in some arcane language.

"Azhelioz Illuminon Phieros!" she growls, voice echoing unnaturally as a bolt of pure blue flame flies at you. You twist in midair and the bolt only scorches your side, the skin and fat burned to carbonized ash in a moment.

You land in a heap, rolling to your feet with a hiss of pain as she readies her energy again, palms glowing.

>Mildly wounded, will need to feed or rest to heal.

>Bowl her over, rip her to pieces before she can cast another spell (D20)

>Serpentine! She can't fry you if she can't hit you (D20)

>Tank the hit. Your tough. She isn't. (D20)

>Gtfo

>>1612754
You can surely develop wings in time. You can't just grow them however. You'll have to dedicate multiple mutations to them.

Rolled 6 (1d20)

>>1612786
>>Bowl her over, rip her to pieces before she can cast another spell (D20)
CUNT

>Bowl her over, rip her to pieces before she can cast another spell (D20)

>>1612792
then between flight and camouflage, we should stick to the one that we can get the soonest

it's not just upping a certain stat, it's a new class altogether

>kill lucky

Rolled 8 (1d20)

forgot my roll

What is with these shit rolls, holy fuck man.

>>1612786
>Bowl her over, rip her to pieces before she can cast another spell (D20)
>CUNT

Does a third anon want to roll because this bitch can actually kill you

Rolled 1 (1d20)

>>1612883
God damn it, why am I cancer

Rolled 2 (1d20)

>>1612885

>>1612893
>>1612894
sick

>>1612893
>>1612894
Amazing.

1. Crit fail.

You snarl, watching her move as her lips move soundlessly, the scent of charred flesh from your side burning your nostrils. You screech and push from the ground with your powerful legs, claws outstretched to rip her throat out.

She isn't there.

She ducks down beneath your lunge at the last minute, firing a pair of weaker bolts into your belly as you soar over her. You screech in agony and flail on the ground as the magical fire scorches your insides, smoke coiling from the pair of ragged, cooked holes in your belly.

You stand, shakily, spitting black blood onto the ground. The Madge is eying you in fear, a faint glow on her fingers the only trace of her power.

She calls over her shoulder for her friends but they are still a distance away
"Irlan! Ruslan! Emora! Get over here! Now!"

You growl in rage and pain, your body already trying to heal the horrendous damage to your innards.

>Severely wounded. You require feeding or several days rest to heal

>she is drained. You sure wounded. Finish this. (D20)

>Magefire is a cowards tool. Rip her to shreds and feast on her heart. (D20)

>get the absolute fuck out of here

Rolled 8 (1d20)

>>1612937
>>Magefire is a cowards tool. Rip her to shreds and feast on her heart. (D20)
Motherfucker, give me a good roll for once. Just rip her apart and take a few chunks for the road before her friends arrive.

Rolled 6 (1d20)

>>1612937
This fucking cunt sandwich.
She is drained. You sure wounded. Finish this.

>>1612952
>>1612954
What is happening.

>inb4 the quest is already over

>>1612958
Alright, I guess fuck it. Let's get out of here, it's better then dying and we can make a trap or some shit.

Rolled 4 (1d20)

>>1612937
>Magefire is a cowards tool. Rip her to shreds and feast on her heart. (D20)

>8. Barely beat the Dc cause... Whew.

You snarl in pain and rage as smoke oozes from the holes in your belly like ethereal blood. The Magefire is still sizzling away inside you and it wont stop until either the mage is dead or you are beyond her sight.

You'll settle on her being dead.

You leap forward again, black blood trailing from your jaws as you leave the ground.

The female mages eyes widen in terror as she desperately tries to gather the power for a spell. Allshe manages to conjure is a flash of blue flame that only sears a small handprint onto your chest as you bear to the ground.

Her cry of terror shifts to one of agony as your claws dig into her ribs, the bone cracking under your strength as you wrench her head back with one hand, the claws ripping her scalp open as you bury your face in her throat.

Sweet, delicious life flows over your tongue as your fangs rip open the jugular, your frenzied swallowing ensuring not a drop spills past your lips. Already you can feel your body healing, the burnt tissue inside you becoming whole and functional once again, the scorched flesh being replaced by clean, new skin without a single scar.

You rear your head back and take a deep shuddering breath as the mage finally dies, her eyes blank and glassy in the moonlight. The approaching torches don't bode well for you here.

>Leave her body here.

>Take it back to your lair and enjoy supper in bed.

Rolled 3 (1d20)

>get the absolute fuck out of here

got my vote - we need to recharge and level up more elsewhere before we can take on mage types

>Take it back to your lair and enjoy supper in bed.

If we can get a level up here, we need to do it

>>1613149
>>Take it back to your lair and enjoy supper in bed.
Yeah, time to just get the fuck out. What an absolute cluster that turned into.

>>1613188
You came VERY close to getting gibbed by a rather low level bandit mage

>>1613193
kek
That's both hilarious and infuriating with how badly shit went south.

>Takeout dinner

You sling the drained mage over your shoulder and make your way back to your lair before the remaining bandits can catch up.

Pained cries of
"Feorth!?! FEORTH!?"
Follow you as you lope along, the limp hands flopping on your back as you run.

Squeezing into your lair you sling the mages body onto the ground and tear into it. Ripping away the cooling flesh you devour her in great greedy mouthfuls. Her once fair face is shredded off and eaten before the skull underneath is cracked like am egg, the brain scooped out.

By the time you finish the once promising young bandit mage is a pile of cracked bones and shredded clothes.

>Choose a mutation

>Your Fangs.(Do more bite damage, feed more efficiently.)

>Your Claws (do more damage with your claws.)

>Your muscles (become stronger, more melee damage, more speed)

>Your skin (become more durable)

>Your eyes (gain bonus to vision related rolls)

>Your hearing (gain bonus to perception)

>Your nose (gain bonus to tracking)

>Your mind (Necromancy and Domination magic or choose another school)

>Yourself equally. (Gain marginal bonus, become more human)

>Other (Write in requires approval)

>Doots vampirically

>>1613328
>Fangs
More food! More fleshlings eaten!

>>1613328
>skin

>>1613328
>>Your skin (become more durable)
Definitely. A low level mage, like you said, nearly turned our insides into grilled steak.

>>1613328
Skin I would say, I didn't know how much damage we can take so easily.

>Skin wins

As you curl into your nest of leaves and scraps of rags you senile hideously, belly bulging with the remains of the mage. Her body, her blood, used to make yours whole and improve it. As you drift off to sleep you think of how she had nearly roasted you and you growl sleepily in displeasure. That would not do to repeat.

As you sleep your skin shifts and ripples, thickening into a mottled Grey leather. Your chest, shoulders, back and thighs all resemble that of some monstrous beast, hairless hide thicker than some leather armors.

When you wake you examine the changes to yourself with some interest. Growling in pleasure when your claws have difficulty nicking the hardened skin.

>Gained- Beasts Hide. Your skin now resembles something close to Rhino hide, thick and tough over your sensitive spots. Blades will have difficulty cutting you but piercing weapons can still ruin your day.

>Hunt down the rest of those bandits. They are surely furious (D20)

>Hunt for prey (D20)

>Search the roads for a traveler at this late hour (D20)

>Try to make it to town. Plenty of soft prey there (D20)

>Other

>>1613599
You are more durable than a normal person. That first Magefire bolt would have critically injured you on a Crit fail. Those second two were lower damage but still did a nasty bit of damage. That's why the mage was scared. You weren't dead and she had thrown her most powerful attacks at you. Mages in this setting lose power quickly. If you can avoid their attacks they will get progressively weaker. Its just avoiding the BIG ones can be hard

>>1613630
>>Hunt down the rest of those bandits. They are surely furious (D20)
They're surely actively hunting us now. The male wouldn't leave with the deaths of two of his members hanging over his head.

We'll have to see if we can separate them, or ambush them at the most opportune moment to quickly put one out of action.

DOES ANYONE WANT TO ROLL

Rolled 18 (1d20)

>>1613630
>Search the roads for a traveler at this late hour (D20)
I want to get some easy levels

Rolled 12 (1d20)

>>1613733
kek I keep forgetting.

Rolled 1 (1d20)

>>1613733
I'm afraid of rolling honestly.>>1613743
>>1613657
Thirding

>>1613793
WHAT HAVE YOU DONE.

STOP

STOP

>>1613793
Fuck
Ain't rolling again.

>18. The roads a not so lonely place.

You leap into the trees, your clawed feet digging into the bark. With a push from your powerful legs you fling yourself through the air.

The forest melts away beneath you as you cover the miles, your nose, eyes and ears on the watch for any human scent. As you grow closer to the road you notice a faint glow through the trees. The smell of smoke and human blood sets your nose to tingling and you watch from the trees.

A pair of burning wagons are overturned along the road, blocking a third from passing. A pair of men shoot arrows from each side of the road, keeping the wagon guards pinned while another quartet of bandits approach. Already three men lay on the ground. 2 are studded with bandit arrows ,their bodies still and cold. The third is one of the bandits, laying in the treeline with a bolt through his chest. He coughs blood weakly and clutches at the wound.

>Attack one or more of the Archers (Roll a D20 for each one you want to attack)

>Drag off the wounded man (D20)

>Wait it out. Claim a body or two (if its the popular choice)

>Drop into the thick of the fighting. Get your claws wet (D20)

>Get the fuck out of here

>>1613793
WELL THEN. GOOD THING I WAS ALREADY WRITING

Rolled 4, 1 = 5 (2d20)

>>1613869
>>1613877
WEW LAD.

>Attack one or more of the Archers (Roll a D20 for each one you want to attack)
Sneak attack the one on your side of the road, then make a move on the second. If we get them both, we get ALL the corpses.

Rolled 9 (1d20)

>>1613793
>>1613877
Lets vote him off the island - no more voting for you.
>Drag off the wounded man (D20)
Lets drag this chump away to safety and beef up so we can finish off those first bandits.

>>1613900
WHAT HAVE I DONE.

>>1613900
Well this is just a shit show

>>1613900
SOMEBODY SAVE US

Rolled 16, 2 = 18 (2d20)

>>1613912
>>1613924
IT JUST KEEPS HAPPENING.

Rolled 13 (1d20)

Rolling.
Cause it can't get worse.

>16. Archer one is down.

You drop down behind the first bandit archer, the man cackling to himself as he readies a barbed arrow. He turns just in time to catch your massive fist across the cheekbone. His skull visibly deforms as he flies through the air, smashing into a tree with a way thunk, his feet kicking into the wet soil. The other archer yells in rage as they witness your brutal killing of their ally. He draws back a arrow as you bunch your powerful legs, leaping across the road with your claws outstretched, maw trailing saliva.

>1. Not so fast.

The arrow catches you directly under your ribcage, the razor sharp arrowhead punching through a soft portion of your hide. The bloody tip emerging from your back as you screech in agony, black blood dripping from the dual holes in your hide.

Your leap turns into a flailing tumble, your bulk smashing into the carriage, the arrow snapping inside your body. The terrified caravan guards stare at you in shock, their faces smeared with the blood of their allies.

>you are mildly wounded.

>Go after that fucking archer (D20)

>Slaughter the Caravan guards (2d20)

>Fight the bandits on foot (4d20)

>Fucking RUN

Rolled 2 (1d20)

>>1614062

>Go after that fucking archer (D20)
We can take out the archer so he isn't taking pot shots at us and heal ourselves on his delicious human flesh. Then we can deal with the others.

Rolled 17 (1d20)

>>1614062
>>Go after that fucking archer (D20)
Fugg

>>1614123
ooh wee mama

Rolled 15 (1d20)

>>1614062
>>Go after that fucking archer (D20)
Kill that motherfucker.

Lets see if I can crit it.

>17. Your ass is mine bub.

You quickly right yourself, jerking to the left to dodge another barbed arrow. You snarl in rage at the archer, another arrow already on the string. With a kick of your legs that splinters the roof of the carriage you leap, momentum carrying you over the arrow, the razor sharp head whistling under your arms as you spiral in the air.

The archer barely has time to widen his eyes in shock before you barrel into him like a cannonball of hate, bones audibly shattering from the impact. You dig your fangs into his throat as he gurgles in agony, the rich lifeblood flowing over your tongue. You can feel the arrow being pushed out of your body, the wounds sealing without a trace.

You push away from his drained and pale corpse, eying the bandits who are slaughtering the pair of remaining caravan guards.

>Take this corpse and the other archer and head back to your lair

>Engage the bandits on foot. (4d20)

>snatch the wounded bandit (D20)

>Wait it out

Rolled 9 (1d20)

>>1614316
>>snatch the wounded bandit (D20)
Drag him back to the lair.

Please no 1.

Rolled 11 (1d20)

>>1614316
>>1614335

>>snatch the wounded bandit (D20)

Lets be greedy

>>1614316
By snatch do you mean kill and grab? How many bodies can we drag back?

>>1614353
You can carry three but you'll move slow.

>>1614364
how many can we fit in our stomach?

Rolled 11, 6, 19, 8 = 44 (4d20)

>>1614316
>Engage the bandits on foot. (4d20)
RIP AND TEAR

Rolled 9, 12, 11, 20 = 52 (4d20)

>>1614377
I change my mind, I'm backing this horse

KILL THEM ALL

Rolled 13, 2, 2, 7 = 24 (4d20)

>>1614377
>>1614389
Yeah sure, why not.

>>1614413
Well fuck me then, I'll just go to bed.

Rolled 14, 16, 6, 2 = 38 (4d20)

>>1614377
I'll toss my hat in

>>1614375
Two and you'll be bloated as fuck

>>1614347
Disregarding this roll then?

>>1614511
Yes, I want to go berserk mode

>11. Bandit breaker.

You lick the blood from your lips, eying the corpse in front of you before turning back to the bandit men who are busy looting the caravan, one of them calling for their missing archers.

Whatever he was expecting it most likely wasnt a hulking vampiric monstrosity.

His jaw drops in shock as you barrel over him, gripping him by the head, twisting over him you hear his neck breaking like a green twig, his head popping off in your claws.

>12. Heads up.

Which you prompyly heft and fling into the face of the nearest bandit as hard as you can. Both skulls crack at the high speed collision. The struck man falls backward, his axe falling from nerveless fingers as he twitches spasmodically. The remaining two bandits look up and share a look before charging you swinging a blacksmiths hammer and a sickle.

>19. Hammer time.

You leap at the brawnier bandit, smashing him down into the ground with your weight as he rears back to swing. The hammer flies into the air and you screech into his face before snatching it from the air and smashing it down upon his skull. Grey tissue splatters the surrounding soil and the sickle wielding bandit cries out in shock, a fatal mistake.

>20. Gut hook.

You roll under his clumsy blow, the bloody blade hissing over your head as you evade. You sidestep and twist, the blade whipping by with inches to spare. The bandit grows increasingly desperate, slashing wildly as you effortlessly avoid the blows.

Eventually he swings a heavy, doubled handed blow at your head. His face contorts in determination before twisting in agony as you grip the blade and rip it away, breaking his wrists. Clenching your fist hard enough to make a trickle of blood run down the blade you sweep it across his belly, sending a pile of slick grey coils onto the ground. He sags to his knees and looks up at you in shock and horror, his face paling rapidly. You contemptuously backhand him, his neck breaking from the blow and his body denting the carriage as he impacts the side.

>Gained 4 Caravan guard corpses.
>Gained 6 Bandit corpses.

>Attempt to raise a thrall from your available corpses (which one/s. Max of 3. D20 for each)

>take as many corpses as you can back to your lair (1D10)

>Feast here and now. Max of 2 bodies can be eaten

>Other

Rolled 10 (1d10)

>>1614702
>take as many corpses as you can back to your lair (1D10)

I would like to take them back and we can either eat them there or raise them as thralls later. We are a greedy killing machine.

Rolled 8 (1d10)

>>1614702
>>Feast here and now. Max of 2 bodies can be eaten
Then
>take as many corpses as you can back to your lair (1D10)

>>1614734
Nice, my dude.

>>1614734
wew

>>1612754
>>1612792

I need sleep now, but I would like to remind you guys that this is possible and I would love to wake up to a flying killing machine that has taken over a whole town.

Rolled 7, 20, 5 = 32 (3d20)

>>1614702
Thrall as many as possible, masking sure to pick the 2 biggest melee fighter and 1 archer. Then carry the bodies back.
>If the archer thrall can't shoot a bow once thralled just pick another beffy fighter.

>10. You pack-vampire now.

You load a few of the bodies onto your broad shoulders, your knees sagging under the weight. You make your slow way back to your lair, unloading the bodies next to the entrance.

Back and forth you go, hauling the bodies. Damn you need some thralls or something. Eventually you bring the last one (the wounded bandit having died in the interim)

Dragging in the brawny, squashed bandit and his headless compatriot you tear into them, gulping down the flesh at a rate that astounds even you. You cram your belly to bursting and drag yourself into your nest, already dreaming as dawn lights the sky.

>Choose 1 mutations this time anions. You just had a HUGE meal so you will get a bonus to it.

>Choose a mutation

>Your Fangs.(Do more bite damage, feed more efficiently)

>Your Claws (do more damage with your claws.)

>Your muscles (become stronger, more melee damage, more speed)

>Your skin (become more durable)

>Your eyes (gain bonus to vision related rolls)

>Your hearing (gain bonus to perception)

>Your nose (gain bonus to tracking)

>Your mind (Necromancy and Domination magic/other school)

>Yourself equally. (Gain marginal bonus, become more human)

>Other (Write in requires approval)

>>1614755
Sleep tight anon. You can always vote for the mutation if you want it.

>>1614779
>>Your mind (Necromancy and Domination magic/other school)
Pack needs a smart leader.

>>1614771
Thralls are stupid unless you invest food into them. They can become moderately intelligent but unless you intentionally thrall them with a purpose immediately after death their soul (and knowledge and skills) will be lost

>>1614797
What school of magic do you want to invest in and how so.

>>1614779
>(Other) Become more scary, the flesh on your becomes twisted inducing a deep fear in any person that lays eyes, now you can ket out a ear piercing screech that disoriented peoole as well.

>>1614779
>>1614802
>Your mind (Necromancy and Domination magic/other school)
All in Necromancy. We don't need living slaves, anyway.

>>1614807
So you want to mutate to become more scary?

>>1614807
I'm pretty sure we're already nightmarish in appearance, and could probably do that screech thing as well.

>>1614812
Essentially yes, I want to embrace the horror part of the quest. I wanna be a horrid monster that people tell tails about until a whole mob of people come to fight us.
>>1614815
Yeah but I want a even scarier apprence, like so much so women faint, men throw up uncontrollable and those who are smart ran away. The screech thing, every good monster has a screech.

>>1614823
I think actual killing power is better for a monster than just looking scary.

>>1614802
Necromancy for now

>>1614779
>Your muscles (become stronger, more melee damage, more speed)

>Necromancy magic wins.

Your dreams are strange. Violet fractals of energy grow and twist through your minds eye, ripples of power surging through your very being.

You wake with a start at the next dusk, your eyes glowing faintly with a dark violet glow for a moment. You gasp and rub your temples for a moment, the piercing pain and feeling of being... Torn leaving you after a moment. You stand and feel a wave of knowledge come over you.

>Gained- Necromantic power.
>Gained Spell-Soul harvest. You can now absorb the souls from enemies you kill with this spell. Souls can be invested into yourself for a magic upgrade or invested in minions to upgrade their capabilities.
>gained Spell-DeathBolt- a ranged attack of pure death energy. Bypasses armor but can be stopped by blessings/wards.
>Upgraded thrall control- can now control 5 thralls without strain. Thralls are little better than zombies unless you invest food/souls into them. They can operate in the daylight and perform tasks for you.

>You have 9 bodies remaining.

>Raise a thrall. (D20 for each you want to raise)

>Eat more of these bodies. You have a surplus of them after all.

>Go hunting for more prey (D20)

>Other

Rolled 11, 17 = 28 (2d20)

>>1614879
>Raise a thrall. (D20 for each you want to raise)
Let's raise two. That should be suitable for lunch luring purposes. We should feed each of them a corpse or two, as well.

>Nameless vampire (this needs to be fixed)
>Skills-
>Will breaker-can control the actions of a humanoid enemy for a short time
>DeathBolt- Fires a burst of pure death energy at an enemy. Can only be blocked by wards/blessings.
>Soul harvest- absorb the soul of enemies killed by this spell. Need to be in contact.
>Upgraded Thrall control. Can control 5 thralls without strain.

>Notable mutations-
>Vampiric strength- You are MUCH stronger than a normal human, easily capable of ripping a man to pieces.
>Beastly hide-your skin is thick and hard over your chest, back and thighs. Edged weapons will have difficulty hurting you.
>Vampiric senses- basic for a vampire. You can see in the dark easily and track a scent for miles.
>Basic Claws. Capable of ripping flesh from bone and dealing gruesome injuries.
>Vampiric fangs-the basic vampire set. Your teeth are now sharp, jagged things set in a extended jaw. Fully capable of biting throats.

>>1614917
Is the Deathbolt an instant kill if there's no protection against it, a la Avada Kedavra, or does it more just vaporize flesh and the like?

Rolled 10, 5 = 15 (2d20)

>>1614879
requesting a complex action, but it flows.
>>1614893
-Supporting (minus 2 bodies)
-feed each thrall 2 corpses (minus 2 bodies)
-Can we soul harvest these corpses, or have they been dead too long? if still possible, can we dump the souls into our new thralls?
-eat 2 bodies (minus 2 bodies)

Leaves us with 3 corpses for spare.

>>1614929
Soul harvest only works if we use it to kill the target, according to >>1614917

Rolled 2, 17 = 19 (2d20)

>>1614929
Support

>>1614928
Its like a necrotic version of Magefire. It vaporises whatever it contacts. Its like hitting a piece of cardboard with a blowtorch. Just punches a nice neat hole the size of a fist through whatever it hits

>>1614929
You actually have to be in contact with the target. And they have to be alive when you do it.

>>1614956
redacting soul harvest component, standing by with existing request now modified.

>11, 17. Raise 2 Thralls.

Selecting two of the corpses in better condition than the others, the archer you drained and one of the caravan guards. Hauling them away from the others you look down on them, inspecting their wounds.

Instinctually you drag a claw across your palm and release a flow of hot, black blood. The thick liquid spatters across their lips and into their wounds, their bodies twitching as it takes hold. Their glassy eyes glow with a dark violet tinge for a moment as their limbs jerk. Slowly they push themselves to their feet, bowing their heads respectfully to you as they shuffle to face you.

>Gained two thralls. (Basic Thralls can only eat 1 body at a time so your only losing 4 bodies this turn.)

You wave them over to you the corpse pile, their mouths opening in hunger as they each pull one of the bodies from the pile. The weaker and more damaged bodies are pulleddamaged set upon, the Thralls chewing and shoveling the meat greedily, their bellies bulging as they feed. They finish their meal and sit against the wall, their muscles swelling slightly and wounds sealing shut. They seem more aware and you can feel their dim minds touching yours, filled with loyalty and adoration.

The crack in the wall begins lighting up with the first rays of sunlight. You start to become drowsy.

>Gained 2 Fed Thralls. They are now capable of hunting on their own and accomplishing simple tasks. If someone doesn't pay attention they can pass for a mute if they cover themselves to hide the dull eyes and gray flesh.

>Feed on 2 corpses yourself

>Raise some more thralls (can raise 3 more. D20 for each)

>Rest and send your thralls out to do some hunting during the day. (D20)

>Other

Rolled 6, 4, 14 = 24 (3d20)

>>1615027
>Raise some more thralls (can raise 3 more. D20 for each)

Arise scrubs. Arise!

Rolled 11 (1d20)

>>1615027
Go hunting with your thrall! Try to find wandering mechents on the road, get the delicious booty.

>>1615064
Its daytime. You cannot venture out.

>>1615027
>Feed on 2 corpses yourself
Then
>Rest and send your thralls out to do some hunting during the day. (D20)
Time to get fat, or something. All of it'll probably just go directly to gains.

>>1615072
Do ya wanna roll anon?

Rolled 15 (1d20)

>>1615082
I'm not sure. Do I?
(Didn't notice the d20 sign. Sorry.)

>>1615087
Its all good amigo.

>15. Go forth my minions and bring me lunch.

You pull out another pair of the bodies, the cold flesh not the most appetizing meal. Waving off your Thralls after you affix them with hoods and makings sure their gray flesh is covered thoroughly you send them out to hunt. They each heft one of the bandits weapons, eagerly lurching out to make you proud.

Sleepily you tear into the meal, ripping the cold flesh apart and shoveling it into your maw. Bones crack under your teeth and the congealed marrow is sucked from them greedily. You eventually retire to your nest of leaves and slumber.

>Choose a mutation

>Your Fangs.(Do more bite damage, feed more efficiently)

>Your Claws (do more damage with your claws.)

>Your muscles (become stronger, more melee damage, more speed)

>Your skin (become more durable)

>Your eyes (gain bonus to vision related rolls)

>Your hearing (gain bonus to perception)

>Your nose (gain bonus to tracking)

>Your mind (Necromancy and Domination magic Or another school)

>Yourself equally. (Gain marginal bonus, become more human)

>Other (Write in requires approval)

Rolled 11 (1d20)

>>1615115
>Yourself equally. (Gain marginal bonus, become more human)

>>1615126
You don't have to roll for this. Its a vote. First to 3

>>1615130
Or most popular after 20-30 minutes

>>1615115
>Your muscles (become stronger, more melee damage, more speed)

>>1615126
>>Yourself equally. (Gain marginal bonus, become more human)
Maby eventually a resistance to light.

>>1615174
That's a LONG way off and actually down the durability tree.

>>1615115
>Your muscles (become stronger, more melee damage, more speed)
SWOLE TIME

>>1615201
Huh
Well, keep this choice for now.

>>1615174
Tripe this, be human so we can lure people into a cave or at least to a trap

>Yourself equally.

As you dream your body shifts and changes. Your muscles become more compact and dense, retaining their strength but losing some of their bulging size. Your jaw shrinks and straightens, teeth shrinking back into your gums. Your skin gains a slight human texture to it, no longer a pallid Grey. Your claws shift into sharpened nails and your body shrinks slightly, reducing your stature a bit. Your ears are still slightly pointed but not enough to be noticeable.

>Gained-Human visage. You can pass for human. At a distance. In the dark. If they don't pay attention. You will become progressively less human until you feed again.

Your thralls return proudly, dragging a bludgeoned body behind them. The man groans, blood trickling down his face as his head strikes a rock.

>Thralls have captured 1 traveler.

>what do with the traveler

>Drain and eat him

>Soul Harvest and then eat him (D20 for soul harvest)

>Feed him to your thralls

>Other

Rolled 11 (1d20)

>>1615240
Soul harvest the let the thrall that did the most work feast.

Rolled 6 (1d20)

>>1615240
>Soul Harvest and then eat him (D20 for soul harvest)

Rolled 7 (1d20)

>>1615250
>>1615252
Thirding

Rolled 6 (1d20)

>>1615240
Nice soul, dude. Can I have some?

Rolled 2 (1d20)

>>1615240
dude where's my soul?

>11. Soul harvesting time.

You have your thralls prop up the concussed man against the wall of the lair. He groans in pain, his eyes fluttering as he take in your face through blurry eyes.

"Wha-Wha... What happened? Who're you?" he gets out before you grip him by the throat, his eyes bulging as you stand, lifting him above you, his head scraping the ceiling.

Your eyes glow with a deep, dark violet as you channel the spe through your hand, the wounded man kicking and gurgling in terror as he feels his very self being drained away. Suddenly with the last scraps of himself gone he goes limp, heart stopping and breath ceasing at the same moment.

>Gained 1 soul. Can be invested into yourself for a bonus to a spell or into a thrall for increased capabilities.

You search your thralls memories and select the one who actually subdued the man, the burly caravan guard had struck him in the temple with a crude mace.

You reward the thrall with the mans warm corpse, the other bowing its head and standing by the wall, waiting to do your bidding.

>Direct Thralls growth.
>Write in heavily appreciated.

>Increase strength.

>Increase agility.

>Increase durability.

>Increase intelligence.

>Other (bone knives, claws, sharpened teeth, etc etc)

>>1615289
Does the thrall look increasingly more human with it's meal as a given or does it need to be invested? Either way,
>Increase Intelligence
I want infiltrator mooks at some point, and this seems like a good enough starting point.

>>1615289
>>Increase intelligence.
And maby not looking so much like a walking corpse.

>>1615299
You'd have to invest a lot into them to make them look/act human enough to pass a inspection. Theyre obviously undead. But they can sneak and infiltrate a town under the cover of night.

>>1615289
>Increase intelligence.
and a name.

I propose....Bobert.

Cursed, I like this a lot.

>>1615289

>Other (bone knives, claws, sharpened teeth, etc etc)

Give them the ability to perform echolocation.

By the way Cursed, you know about the Antediluvians from VtM right? If we grind enough could we end up like them?

>Increased intelligence for Thrall.

As the Thrall tears into the warm flesh you smile proudly. It has done well for an undead thrall with only the barest scraps of a mind.

That will have to be remedied.

As it shovels meat into its maw its eyes slowly light up, the dull glassiness of undeath replaced by the light of a fledgling mind. The Thralls chewing slows, scraps of flesh hanging from its lips as it looks at you with the loyalty and adoration of a lifelong servant or a fed dog.

"Mmmm.... Mmmmassster" it mumbles, bowing its head.

>1 Risen thrall gained. Capable of completing more complicated tasks and leading other thralls in their own tasks.

>Head out to hunt for human prey with your thralls (D20)

>Send your thralls out to hunt while you experiment on the bodies (D20)

>Have your thralls work on the lair while you hunt (D20. What should they do)

>Other

>>1615357
Ive honestly got no idea what an Antediluvian is.

Rolled 11 (1d20)

>>1615373
>Head out to hunt for human prey with your thralls (D20)

Rolled 8 (1d20)

>>1615373

>Send your thralls out to hunt while you experiment on the bodies (D20)

>>1615375

For the game. Think of them as super vampires who are the progenitors of vampire clans. And some are...different.

One became a madness-linked hive mind for their clan that sometimes appears as 12 identical little girls

One became one with the primordial dark

One is just a thing made or animalistic features

And one is just a mass of flesh that's hiding under New York.

What I'm asking is basically can we become something that makes other vampires shit themselves thinking about?

>>1615391
Of course you can (with limits)

>>1615399

Bueno, I can take a guess what the limits are. Mostly we'd need LOTS of blood and flesh and the like

>>1615403
Yeah. The more you eat and (for more magical/mystical upgrades) souls you consume you can really accomplish anything.

>>1615404

Well, time for me to help make a horrifying vampire because I've got fucked up ideas we could use.

>11. Hunting with the thralls.

You make your way out of the lair, having dressed yourself in the remnants of one of the bandits jackets and pants and that unfortunate travelers boots.

You make your way through the forest, your thralls shuffling behind, the Risen guiding the other along and watching you closely. Forced to move slowly for the less than hasty undead it takes you nearly an hour to make it to the road.

Crouching in the brush alongside the road you wait, scenting the air a faint wisp of man and beast makes its way to you. Someone on horseback is making their way here.

>Set an ambush (D20, write in)

>Block the Road (D20)

>Head to meet them head on (D20)

>Other

So can I vote for bones I'm feeling some kinda sub dermal plates cause monsterous tank > humanoid

Rolled 1 (1d20)

>>1615421
>Set an ambush

>>1615433
Well, fuck.

Rolled 12 (1d20)

>>1615408
Fucked up ideas, or the best ideas ever?
>>1615433
Fugg
So many crit fails in such a short thread.

Rolled 11 (1d20)

>>1615421
>Set an ambush (D20, write in)

Use one thrall to distract the rider, then kill the horse and Soul harvest the rider.

Rolled 12 (1d20)

>>1615433

I CAN PROBABLY SALVAGE THIS

>>1615443

Depends on your tastes really, throw me out a scenario and I'll think up something

Rolled 9 (1d20)

>>1615421
>Head to meet them head on (D20)
We need to wave, see if they need help.

>>1615460

Too late anon, far too late. Pray we're not going to get extremely fucked up

Oh wait, I actually thought of something. Cursed, is there other races? And if so, by eating them would we get different effects?

>>1615470
There are other races (Hobgoblins, Orcs, elves, etc) but they don't apply any benefits really.

>>1615427
Also yes you can

>>1615476

And here I was hoping by eating one of the Fae we'd get glamour. Shit.

Does the Will Breaker spell allow you to control a human to simply commit suicide? That would make hunting a lot easier, if you can make them drop like flies.

Does the archer still have his bow and arrow? If the thralls are not armed, maybe they can make weapons. A wooden sword probably wouldn't do much, but a bow and arrow could pierce naked flesh with just wood and string.

>>1615736
You can compel them to commit suicide, murder their allies, leave a gate unlocked,etc. The amount of actions you can have them do is proportional to how well you pass the dc. The base is 1-2 actions

Rolled 1 (1d20)

>>1616016
>Set an ambush (D20, write in)

Let's see if we can counter the crit.

I would like to have the stronger thrall lay down in the road and act wounded/moan with pain to try and dismount a rider

>>1616024
Oops.. I got a crit.. Just maybe not the one I wanted..