>>1730859
>Stable Mutation

Questing, I'm back. And I'm ready to bring forth the truth of the Dark Gods.

>>1730859

>Insanely Unstable Mutation

NO STABILITY

>>1730859
>Stable Mutation

>>1730859
>>Stable Mutation

>>1730863
How did your xeno quest go?

Stable Mutation...

Alright, choose.

>Minor Pheromones.
>Mechanical Knock (...Fixes things better.)
>Great Flyer (Moves faster while flying!)
>Devastating Roar! (Scares people easily when roaring!)
>Unarmed Fighter. (Better at fighting unarmed!)

>>1730904
>Mechanical Knock (...Fixes things better.)
>When you feel like OP is running out of mutation ideas

>>1730904
>>Mechanical Knock (...Fixes things better.)

>>1730904
>Minor Pheromones.

Behold, charisma boosts without stuffing our assets into someone's face!

>>1730969
Everyone sure about mechanical knock?

>>1730904

I ended up realizing I couldn't QM, so I ended up having to drop it. But I'm trying to think of something different, and figure out someone to help co-QM because I'm busy as fuck at times

>Mechanical Knock (...Fixes things better.)

Like our parenting skills HOHO

Elizabeth finds it easier to fix things.

What do anons want to take for Renexizious?

>Stable Mutation
>Unstable Mutation
>Ultra Unstable Mutation
>Insanely Unstable Mutation

>>1730993
>Unstable Mutation

>>1730993
>Stable Mutation


You're back!

Rolling in 20 more minutes anons.

Rolled 1 (1d2)

Rolling.

>>1731109
So is that stable or unstable mutation?

Sorry about being dead, just trying to do some SS13.

But yes, 1 is unstable.

Roll me a 1d100.

Rolled 49 (1d100)

>>1731152

Renexizious has gotten...

Multitasking Mind.

He can now more often do multiple things at the same time with less of a disadvantage.

Meanwhile, while you sleep...

Roll me a quick 1d20.

Rolled 3 (1d20)

>>1731276

3

While you sleep, you can't help but hear something...

...Like a chain or something is being dragged on the ground.

Elizabeth seems to hear this too, and both of you hear it loud and audibly from outside of the door.

What do?

>...Leave it be.
>...Investigate?
>Have Liz investigate.
>Write-in

>>1731827
>Write-in
"Liz please tell me you have a revolver around here somewhere or something? We're gonna go investigate that."

You sure anon?

>>1731898
Certain. Having either of us investigate it alone is risky but the pair of us can cover for each other. Plus I feel much safer with a firearm.

"...Liz, you happen to have a revolver, or something like that, right?"

"I erm... Ren, why would I have a gun?"

"Well... Can you at least come with me to investigate?"

"...Ren, it's probably just the wind or something..."

Actions

>...Come on, I'm not going out by myself.
>...Please?
>...I suppose your right.
>Write-in

>>1731964
>...I suppose your right.
It's probably nothing

...You decide to not check it out.

Roll me a 1d2.

Rolled 1 (1d2)

>>1732097

Rolled 2 (1d2)

>>1732097
lel

What's the worst that can happen

1

...After a bit, the rattling just draws closer, then stops. You feel a somewhat scared Liz hug you a bit, somewhat worried by what's going on outside...

Eventually, it comes to a stop... You still feel a bit unnerved.

What do?

>...Go back to sleep.
>...Get up and investigate what that was.
>Write-in

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>>1732158
>...Get up and investigate what that was.
Now I'm feeling it.

You get up to investigate...

As soon as you head outside to look.. The only thing you notice, is all over the walls are strange cryptic symbols, in a language you can't understand.

It's... Concerning, to say the least.

The TV downstairs seems to be flickering through channels...

Actions

>...Investigate the TV?
>Investigate the symbols...
>...Investigate back in your bedroom?
>Write-in

>>1732177
>...Investigate the TV?

You investigate the TV.

As you go closer to the TV, you hear a yell from upstairs. A scream... Of Elizabeth.

...You can't help but rush back up there.

...Meanwhile, as Elizabeth.

You slumber a bit unnerved from the rather spooky "rattling" coming from outside, but sleep through the rest of the night peacefully.

It's... Well, somewhat strange when you wake up and don't see Renexizious.

You stretch your legs, and get up out of bed, while you put on some clothes...

You of course, go to make some breakfast for the kids and Renexizious. The strange thing, is that you don't see anyone. It could be because of the strange fog, and the strange darkness but who knows... A holiday or something, maybe.

Eventually, you get finished making at least thirty pancakes for the family, and sweating from the whole thing, you put them out on the table, and call your kids...

It's erm... Well, it's a bit unnerving when no one exactly comes.

What do?

>...Just erh... Stay where you are. They'll come to you, right?
>...Go find your kids. They usually come when you call... And are usually awake earlier.
>...Well, you set up dinner, didn't you? Perhaps you should carry on with your day.
>Write-in

>>1732219
>...Go find your kids. They usually come when you call... And are usually awake earlier.


Shit, I knew we should've got a gun.

You decide to go find your kids.

Roll me a 1d20.

+2 if you can be somewhat unnerved.

Rolled 18 + 2 (1d20 + 2)

>>1732241
Classic signs of fear.
Breathing faster. Fidgeting and shaking a bit. Looking over our shoulder constantly so no one can surprise us and start going over in our head everything that could be going wrong right now. Like someone stealing our kids, or husband, or gold, or turning our husband and kids into gold then stealing them to be used as trophies.

You stumble along, somewhat afraid of what might be going on. You search your kid's room and find nothing... Nothing at all!

...Down the hallway though, towards the mess, you notice a few moving, glowing green lights...

What do?

>Investigate.
>...Just erh... Why don't you go the other way, towards the servant's rooms?
>...Why don't you take a step outside?
>...Hide in the bedrooms?

>>1732454

>Investigate.

You of course, decide to investigate.

You erh... You go in there, and find something rather disturbing. Somesort of... Black moving figure... As tall as you, with glowing green eyes. It seems to not notice you, or ignores you, as it floats ethereally over the ground.

Actions

>...Talk to it?
>...Flee from it?
>..Attack it?
>...Just watch it?
>Write-in

>>1732624

>...Just watch it?

See if we can get a judge for what it is or what it's doing. If it seems intelligent, then try to talk to it. Does it look like it has a familiar shape to it?

Roll me a 1d20+4 anon.

+2 if you can theorize why it came here?
+2 if you can think why your here?

Rolled 17 + 6 (1d20 + 6)

>>1732631

>"Maybe...maybe it's a messenger, of some sort? Or maybe it's a demon, sent here to suck my soul out through my eye sockets and drain the marrow from my bones, which it will then possess and try to be me and bring my family and Ren to ruin!"
>"I...I don't think I'm physically present, though. This thing and me are the only entities I've seen here since I got up, no servants, no kids, no Ren, no one. What if...what if I'm not really awake? What if this is a foul dream, and I'm trapped here and can't wake up until something releases me from this trap?"

17+6=23

...You can't help but feel like it's drawn to you, for some reason. It hauntingly follows your steps, from when you were cooking... Like it's trying to follow you.

It seems extremely slow and meticulous, and you even walk away, and it follows you slowly. It seems to be... Well, drawn to you. It can apparently hear your footsteps, but seems to be doing little but following you a bit strangely.

If anything, it simply seems curious.

Actions

>...Try to shoo it away, or something?
>...Attack it!
>...Run from it!
>...Well, it's not exactly doing anything. Just walk away slowly.
>Write-in

>>1732666

>Write-In: Try to communicate with it. "Hello? Can you understand me? Raise your right hand or speak if you can understand me."

"...Hello? Can you understand me? Can you raise your right hand or speak if you can understand me?"

...It does nothing but follow you, it seems. It seems to not respond to verbal communication.

Actions

>...Continue to try?
>Talk to it?
>Attack it?
>Just watch it, more?
>Write-in

>>1732675

>Write-In: Shift to Yuan-Ti form, and see if it changes shape as well.

You find yourself unable to shift to yuan-ti.

Do you want to take a different action?

>>1732726

Let's see if we can leave the house. I'm assuming we're in half dragon form, so let's try leaping out the nearest window. Confuse the hell out of the shade, and if we can't, or the landscape looks bizarre, it confirms the theory we're stuck in a dream, since we can't shift.

You erh... You have considerations to jump out of the window... But you settle for merely opening a window and climb out.

The shade, as you decided to call it, seems to pause, a bit confused. You seem to get some more ground against it, until it floats out of the window, and onto the ground.

The ground itself seems to be normal, save for the thick fog...

Eventually, you get to the border of what seems to be the city of Stockholm. The city itself strangely enough has no noise to speak of, and seems quiet, and desolate, peaceful almost.

You notice the shade seems to be out of eye sight, it seems to move slower then you.

You walk for a bit, until you find something... What seems to be a running vehicle, with the engine still on.

...You can't exactly note if you've seen a car so far, actually.

Actions

>Yell to see if anyone's around?
>...Investigate the running car?
>Continue on, no need to stop...
>Write-in

>>1732754

>...Investigate the running car?
See if there's anyone inside or around the car, but don't enter it.

There doesn't seem to be anyone inside, and the car door is wide open.

You can't help but notice that down the street from the car, something seems to be standing. Not moving, nothing like that. Just standing.

It seems humanoid.

Actions

>...Approach?
>Get in the car!
>Run into an alleyway!
>...Enter one of the stores?
>..Try to sneak past?
>Write-in

>>1732781
>...Enter one of the stores?

Let's see how many shops are locked!

There's a bakery, a grocer, a comic store, and a hardware store.

>>1732818
Bakery!

You indeed go into the bakery, and see a wide assortment of baked goods, including french bread, doughnuts, and cakes.

All of course, are severely overpriced for food.

Actions

>...Leave.
>Wield the french bread as a weapon?
>...Maybe grab something for breakfast? You haven't exactly eaten anything.
>...Well... You've always been of the opinion that bakery's are overpriced... Maybe you should mess around and show the bakery who's boss?
>...Open the cash register and just take some money... It's a perfectly reasonable thing to do.
>Write-in

>>1732842

>...Maybe grab something for breakfast? You haven't exactly eaten anything.

All the doughnuts she can eat, and then to the comic store! Maybe we can find something interesting in there related to our plight.

You erh... Well, you consider the possibility of eating donuts... They're just so unhealthy and fattening though, and just thinking about all the donuts is a bit... Well, there's at least a dozen boxes of a dozen donuts!

...Well...

Maybe... Erh... Just one...

Roll me a 1d144 anon.

+30 if Liz can think about how skipping her diet in... Where ever she is, is perfectly fine.
+20 if she can be a bit shy about the fact she's kind of doing this... She's never really eaten stolen food before. Or a donut!
+10 if Liz can console herself by thinking what's going on, while her thoughts turn to that of baked goods.
+5 if Liz can think why people enjoy donuts so. It's a quite a strange food... But a good one... A delicious one!

I swear to god if this become's Liz's butter, I'm never dying on this quest again. Save when I need to sleep.

Rolled 100 + 65 (1d144 + 65)

>>1732862

>"Well, it's not like dieting counts here, I'm clearly not ACTUALLY home, so it doesn't matter if I just...have a few...boxes."
>"Ooooh, maybe I should leave some money, just in case. I feel bad about just up and taking their donuts, but...well, I haven't had breakfast, and they just smell so wonderful!"
>"This has got to be a bad dream, that's why it's scary, but when I need comfort, I find warm, perfect, delicious donuts waiting for me in the first place I dart into. That's all. And after I'm done, I can try to force myself to wake up from it. But first, I'm going to devour all these guilt and calorie free dream donuts! Yummy!"
>"I bet it's the mix of the fluffiness of the yeasty bread ring, combined with the sweet and sticky glaze, and the fact that it can hold any number of fillings! And sprinkles! Such a versatile food."

165

It's a rather impressive sight, as you sit on a counter and consume over a dozen boxes while thinking... It's certainly an abhorrent breakfast to have, nutrition wise... But still, absolutely scrumptious!

You of course, run out of boxes fast, and you can't help but head to the back and eat one more box... Then you can't help but feel a bit guilty, at the fact that your eating so much donuts...

You notice outside that the shade's still far off, but luckily your stomach is satisfied.

...The car however, seemed to have died, the battery dying.

The fog seems to be fading a bit.

Do you want to continue into the comic store, anon?

>Yes. You have time, besides, who knows what could be inside?
>No, no... Do something else.
>Write-in

>>1732888
>Yes. You have time, besides, who knows what could be inside?

You head into the comic store...

It seems to be a standard 50's comic store. Plenty of American comics, a few Swedish ones by some obscure illustrator... Oh, and some of Renexizious's tabletop things in the back. You know, the kind he plays with when he has friends.

...What do?

>...Why don't you just pick up a few comic books to read? They're simplistic and almost childish, but still... (...Liz becomes a bit interested in comics?)
>...Why don't you take a few of those tabletop things? Ren seems to like them. (Liz delves a bit deeper into "nerd culture".)
>...Steal from the register.
>...Just leave.
>Write-in

>>1732916

>...Just leave.

I don't know what I expected, honestly.

You leave, and notice the shade coming towards you from the distance.

...That's when you run into the humanoid figure you saw earlier, still standing there.

It seems to be a human... Or something like that... It's standing, unblinking. Pale white skin, eyes pure red, like blood has been coming out of it's eyes...

It seems to be unmoving. Like something happened to it.

You move along...

Roll me a 1d20 again anons.

+2 if Liz can try to reassure herself that everything's alright?
+1 if Liz can try to think about the positives of a shade just... Well, following her. Perhaps even give it a name?
+1 if Liz can wonder who's behind this...

Rolled 9 (1d20)

>>1732944

Rolled 14 + 4 (1d20 + 4)

>>1732944

>"Oh he's probably just caught up in one of those new drug-fuel crazes that keeps leaking out of Hansodr, no...no big deal. Estellise, tell me why it's no big deal while I keep walking away very fast, will you?"
>"I mean, the shade's only following me, it's not like it's trying to possess anyone yet. Maybe I'm wrong, and it just wants to help. Maybe...maybe if I treat it like a person, it'll become like a person! I'll call it...Leona. That's a nice, bubbly name, I've never had a bad interaction with anyone named Leona yet!"
>"But I wonder how I got here in the first place... Surely no one from Parliament is behind it. I wonder if it's another enemy of Ren's...or the Drow. Or the Elves, they did try to shoot at me once. Or maybe it's those awful little Gnomes! ...We've been making far too many enemies, when I need more than one claw to start listing them off on."

You of course, can't help but wander further...

One interesting thing you notice, up ahead, seems to be a stone pillar, in the middle of the road. It seems full of strange cryptic symbols.

The somewhat strange thing, is that in front of it, seems to be a few notes. Written in pen, apparently.

What to do?

Actions

>Read the notes put onto the large, rectangle rock in the middle of the road?
>...Continue on.
>...Try to decipher what the runes say?
>Write-in

>>1732982
>...Try to decipher what the runes say?

>>1732982
>Read the notes put onto the large, rectangle rock in the middle of the road?
Then
>...Try to decipher what the runes say?

Interestingly enough, the notes themselves are scrawled in Latin...

You take a close look at one of the notes, in a more official lettering.

Dear magical owner of this subdimension.

In accordance with Infernal Law, your eternal soul is now forfeit, and you have been gotten a promotion to Greater Minion, and you now belong to ARCHDEVIL BOLSIHR. In exchange, your demand for 1x Minor Plane of Existence has been carried out. If you wish to revert this contract, please use the summoning code provided.

You notice that in small lettering, seems to a reminder.

Please note, that you are still subject to the personal tastes of the archdevil, and has rated your established plane of existence to be neither "spooky", "hellish", or "interesting in the slightest"

Below, seems to be a summoning code to the Archdemon for "complaints" and "a general reminder to stop by when you actually are doing something right for once."

The other notes seem to be ratings... Also in official lettering. Things such as "two out of ten pentagrams" or even one out of ten litter the rock...

You of course, attempt to understand the rock's runes.

Roll me a 1d20+1 anon.

+2 if you can soften up at the fact that daemons find this to be lackluster.
+1 if you can wonder what the hell you just stumbled into.

Rolled 12 + 1 (1d20 + 1)

>>1733005

Rolled 13 + 4 (1d20 + 4)

>>1733005

>"Well, aside from the fact that they are despicable hellspawn destined to rot forever in eternal torment, and I am a dragoness of impeccable good breeding and high standing, at least we share taste in that we both find this place rather droll."
>"But I have to wonder...what, in the literal Hell, have I happened into? I...I was asleep, then woke up to fog, then traveled though fog being stalked by Leona, and then found this rock, covered in demonic runes. None of this makes sense!"

13+4=17

You fail to understand what's written on the rock.

The only thing here of note for you is the summoning code, if your interested in that sort of thing... Or of course, you can just continue on.

>...Continue on... You'll find something eventually.
>...Maybe you should summon that demon? (It's a fast way out of here!)
>Write-in

>>1733015
>...Maybe you should summon that demon? (It's a fast way out of here!)

>>1733015

>...Maybe you should summon that demon? (It's a fast way out of here!)

Demon better not try to bargain for our soul, our children's souls, or anyone else's souls in exchange for the way out. If he does, we kick him to the curb and keep on trying for our own way out.

You of course, attempt to summon the demon.

After saying the summoning code, a pentagram is gradually drawn on the road, and is set aflame, while the Archdevil is summoned, rising from the street in a show of power. He seems to be the sterotypical devil, as in surprisingly huge, bigger then even you, and has a goat-like head with surprisingly pointy horns.

He seems somewhat irritated.

"NOT THIS SHITHOLE AGAIN... DIDN'T I ORDER THIS REMODELED?"

"Erh..."

"...I SEE THAT YOUR A MORTAL, AND NOT MY SERVANT. DISAPPOINTING."

"Disappointing?"

"MOSTLY BECAUSE I HAVE INTENT TO HAVE A WORD WITH HIM FOR DESIGNING SUCH A FOOLISH DIMENSION. ONE OF THOSE... HOW DO YOU SAY IT... POOR INVESTMENTS?"

"Oh. My erh, apologies."

It gives a bit of a sinister laugh.

"BUT I WOULD BE PLEASED IF THIS TURNS OUT TO BE PROFITABLE...'

It's voice turns to a low growl.

"For BOTH of us."

"...I erh... Whatever your intending, I recommend..."

"...How does a happy marriage sound? Tempting, no? Maybe world domination? Surely, I can grant that to you..."

"...I'll have no soul-giving being do-"

"What's a soul compared to ultimate power? Truly, you have eons, if not eternity to live... But I see that classic mortal sensitivity about souls is about once again... What ever happened to living like a lion for a day, hm?"

"...By God, listen..."

"Please don't use that name. How about Lucifer? A much more catcher name, hm?"

"...I'm not going to say that, you know it."

"...Right, right. What exactly did you need, Elizabeth?"

"...First, I'd like to know why I'm here?"

"...Why your here, hm?"

"Yes."

"...Well, haven't you guessed it already?"

"What?"

"...Eeh... Actually, I shouldn't really ruin the surprise."

"...Why did I summon you?"

"...For a friendly face, maybe. Or something to talk to. But I'm assuming how to get out of this place, hm?"

"...Yes, hopefully."

"...Well, I suppose that's easy..."

He snaps his finger.

...He seems a bit confused.

"...Lucifer, thrice be damned... What sorcery is this..."

The archdevil, suddenly seems woozy... Weak, almost. His voice even loses some of it's strength, like he can barely even breathe.

"Is something wr-"

The demon collapses, extremely weak.

The shade at this point, far off on in the distance, pauses. And turns towards the daemon, slowly moving towards it.

...Strange.

Actions

>...Try to help the demon Bolsihr up? (It's a good moral option.)
>...Run off, no use in helping it now! (It's a selfish moral action... But honestly, quite warranted.)
>Write-in

>>1733030

>...Try to help the demon Bolsihr up? (It's a good moral option.)

Well, Liz is the good, moral person. I think she'd do it.

>>1733030
>...Try to help the demon Bolsihr up? (It's a good moral option.)
wtf

Going to get some sleep now anons.

Roll me a 1d20+4 by the way.

+3 if you can find a way to get the demon off the ground!
+2 if you can try to think what the hell to do with the demon.

Rolled 7 + 4 (1d20 + 4)

>>1733050

Rolled 11 + 4 (1d20 + 4)

>>1733050

11+4=15

It's a really hard task to get the daemon off the ground. He's heavy, and seems to have fallen unconscious.

You drag him a good twenty feet before setting down, and taking a breath. God, you really need to work out or something...

Roll me a 1d20+4 to see if you can beat the shade.

+3 if you can try to find a way to go faster while dragging the demon.
+2 if you can think why the hell your being nice to a demon of all things!

Rolled 8 + 4 (1d20 + 4)

>>1733708

Rolled 18 + 4 (1d20 + 4)

>>1733708

18+4=22

You somehow manage to easily outpace the shade while dragging the demon along, and you try to think where the hell to go... You can't exactly drag him forever.

Actions

>Try to drag him back to the palace?
>...Try to get back to the car you saw earlier?
>...Maybe you should take a break in a building or something?
>...Just leave the demon, he's slowing you down...
>...Write-in

>>1733844

>...Maybe you should take a break in a building or something?

>>1733844
>...Maybe you should take a break in a building or something?

There's a few buildings nearby.

>Rest in an apartment building?
>Rest in a cafe?
>Rest in a par?
>Rest in a hotel.
>Rest in a grocery.

>>1733902
>Rest in a hotel.

>>1733902
>Rest in a cafe?

Rolled 1 (1d2)

Rolling.

1=Cafe.
2=Hotel

You of course, stop in a cafe to rest a bit...


Roll me a 1d20+4 to see if this helps you gain strength to carry the demon.

+3 if you can do some stretches or something so you won't pull a muscle while pulling the demon.
+2 if you can wish you maybe were more muscular or something, rather then well endowed.

Rolled 9 + 6 (1d20 + 6)

>>1734599
>sigh I have the beauty and my husband has the strength. I just hope that our children will get both.

Rolled 19 + 4 (1d20 + 4)

>>1734599

19+4=23

You rest up for a few minutes.

The demon itself seems to be very slowly recovering from whatever happened earlier...

Roll me a 1d20+3 to see how much it recovers.

+1 if you can think about how to help it?

Rolled 11 + 3 (1d20 + 3)

>>1734793
Tug in his goat beard.

Rolled 10 + 3 (1d20 + 3)

>>1734793

Rolled 6 + 4 (1d20 + 4)

>>1734793

>Tea. Clearly, this calls for a nice, warm cup of restorative tea, maybe some nice biscuits or sweet pastry to go with it. Like doughnuts! Doughnuts....

11+4=15

You of course, drag him in for a cup of tea and you can't help but maybe poke around for a donut or two. They're like crumpets, but far more tasty (and in a sense, classy! Who wouldn't a donut with sprinkles, rather then some plain old crumpet?)

You can't help but notice the store has four boxes of doughnuts... Maybe just one? Or two? You don't have too much time...

Anyways, the demon itself seems to be recovering and seems to have shifted some of it's weight to be lighter.

...Roll me a 1d36 anons.

+12 if Liz can find a way to maybe carry a box of doughnuts on the way to safety.
+12 if Liz can find a way to heat the tea faster, while trying to think why she's finding doughnuts to be irresistible.

Also, butter consumed and donuts consumed are now a stat for Ren and Liz respectively. Just for lols, pretty much.

Rolled 2 + 24 (1d36 + 24)

>>1735906

>Put the doughnuts in a bag with handles, then slide the handles over her tail, and have the tail hold it. Put that tail to work!
>Start by running the hottest water from the tap, then put it on the stove to boil, then pop in the bags, try mashing them against the sides of the cup to squeeze out as much brewed tea as quickly as possible.

If you want to get the high score, just samefag by trying to justify looking for donuts...

Rolled 1 + 24 (1d36 + 24)

>>1736042

>It's not like this is cheating on the diet, it's all just a very weird dream. No harm in looking for tasty snacks in a dream, is there?

>>1736092
Since this is a meme roll, this isn't a critical failure. Just samefag again, I guess.

Rolled 26 + 24 (1d36 + 24)

>>1736100

>Maybe I should see about having the palace chef learn how to make doughnuts, then I don't have to go out and find them myself. And make him swear to secrecy and never tell a soul.

After a bit of selfishness, you can't help but nom a few donuts and take a box with you, while trying to get the tea up and running...

After finishing up a bit of a break, the shade is close outside, and you go back to dragging the demon until he recovers...

Roll me a 1d20+6 anon. This is to see if you can outpace the shade while carrying the demon.

+3 if you can find a way to carry the Demon easier... Even if he's taller and more heavier then you.
+1 if you can try to wake the Demon up while you carry it.
+1 if you can miss Ren, and hope he's alright...
+1 if you can also maybe talk to your headmates and maybe try to relax.

Rolled 9 + 6 (1d20 + 6)

>>1736135
>Load the demon onto a cart and pull it
>Splash cold water into demons face

"If I'm in this hellish dimension, maybe Ren is in one even worse.. or he's at home worried about my disappearing act! :("

Rolled 8 + 6 (1d20 + 6)

>>1736135

Rolled 13 + 6 (1d20 + 6)

>>1736180

13+11=24

You easily outpace the shade...

Roll me a 1d12, by the way.

Rolled 15 + 12 (1d20 + 12)

>>1736135

>Throw him over our shoulder like a fireman's carry, using our prehensile tail to keep his feet from dragging on the ground, and keep booking it.
>"It's time to wake up, please, there's a shade coming for you and I don't think it's going to be a friendly ghost!" Try to jostle him around a bit while we run.
>"Oh I hope that Ren isn't in as dire straights as me. I hope he's still safe at home, and is trying to find a way to get me out of here!"
>"Gwyn, Estellise, please, do either of you have any ideas here? Maybe some way to wake this demon up so we can leave?"

Rolled 3 (1d12)

>>1736207
Crit

Rolled 4 (1d12)

>>1736207
CRIT damn it

Rolled 10 (1d12)

>>1736248
COME ON

Rolled 17 (1d20)

3

You flee for what seems like hours... Eventually, you feel utterly exhausted...

You can't help but notice your out of breath from pushing the demon, and you hear something scampering nearby.

You notice something small run into an alley, away from you. A small, glowing orange, floating light lures you in the alleyway...

Interesting...

Your wisdom however, lets you notice that this is an obvious trap. You continue to push the demon, even though your exhausted.

A bit later, you hear the demon make a noise. A groan. He seems to be regaining consciousness.

Actions

>Try to talk to him?
>Find somewhere to take a break at and talk at...
>...Dump him out of the cart?
>...Just erh... Maybe you SHOULD check that alley out.
>Write-in

>>1736305

>Find somewhere to take a break at and talk at...

Try and talk to him while we find a new place to rest at.

Where do you want to rest at?

You are beginning to feel tired, like you need sleep.

>A Renexisnack's restaurant.
>A bar.
>A book store.
>An old warehouse.
>An apartment building.
>A grocery.
>An office building.

>>1736372
>>A bar.
donut cocktail

>>1736372

>An apartment building.

Includes a handy place to rest, if the shade can't walk through walls, assuming we block all the cracks in the doors and windows and such while we rest.

Rolled 1 (1d2)

Rolling.

1=Bar.
2=Apartment Building

Bar it is.

You drag the demon into the bar. It seems to be a rather stereotypical bar, made of brick and mortar.

Do you want to try and fortify the building to prevent the Shade from getting in?

>Yes.
>...Make plans to move along soon.
>Write-in

>>1736547

>Yes.
>...Make plans to move along soon.

Make some immediate fortifications, like barring the doors and lining the cracks with towels so it can't slip in through them, but be prepared to leave in a hurry if need be.

Roll me a 1d20+4 to FORTIFY THIS POSITION.

+3 for ideas to use bar stuff to fortify.
+1 for trying to find a way to get comfy for sleeping later...
+1 if you can of course, maybe also think about other ways to make you safer...

Rolled 19 + 9 (1d20 + 9)

>>1736571

>Start stuffing bar rags into the cracks between the door and door jamb. Push the tables and chairs against the door and over the windows so it can't sneak through those as well!
>Save, of course, a small amount of bar rags and some of those puffy chips bags for making a bed out of later.
>Maybe tie up a string of cans across the door, so if the door opens, the cans jingle and we have warning that we need to leave out the back entrance immediately!

19+9=28

This of course, sets up a small little homestead in a bar. Fortified against any and all intruders...

Which you are going to call home for now, you suppose. You curl up into a ball on a booth seat, and try to get some sleep.

...A few hours go by. You however, hear knocking on the front door, waking you up to the black room...

What do?

>Go back to sleep. (Probably the safest option.)
>...Peek out a window?
>...Open the door?
>Write-in

>>1736592
Call out "WHAT U WANT NIG, WE WUZ DRAGONZ N SHIT"

>>1736600
No.

>>1736592
>Go back to sleep. (Probably the safest option.)

>>1736592
>>Go back to sleep. (Probably the safest option.)

You of course, go back to sleep.

You wake up in the morning, and feel starving.

The demon seems to be missing. Great...

"...I see you've finally awoken from your mortal slumber."

Ah. There he is. You turn to see the demon pacing back and forth across the bar, clearly thinking, or simply bored. Maybe both.

"...Well, I can hardly be excused for being so tired from carrying you all day."

"Well... I suppose I must thank you for not leaving me behind."

"...No problem. Can you explain what's going on?"

"...Well... I think I have a rough idea... A powerplay by one of my minions. A human one, at that."

"...A human one?"

"Yes, yes... You know the kind that tries to be cool and hip by messing around with ouiji boards, that sort of thing, and accidently make a contract with a devil, such as I."

"Oh."

"Now, it seems he's trying to pull a coup... Draining me of my strength and power, and essentially making me a "mortal" in all but name. A foolish, foolish proposition."

"...So you can be killed or what?"

The demon seems entertained by this, and gives a bit of a laugh...

"...No, no... Killing a devil such as I would require the work of a God, or something akin to it. My superior intelligence prevails most astutely against mortals, such as you."

"...Is that a good thing to say to the person who saved your life?"

"Well, I suppose you have a point in that, mortal. But rest assured, I see little ways that such a foolish usurper to my status can even harm us."

"...Why do you say that?"

"Well, so far he's too stupid to even properly make a realm of Hell... So there's that."

Your stomach growls loudly, indicating your hunger.

"...Can I erh, make some tea and breakfast, please?"

The demon sighs, like he's somewhat annoyed, and goes to sit in a booth while you work on breakfast.

This doesn't prevent him from talking, however.

"...So, if I remember correct, your husband works for Khorne, right?"

"Erh..."

"You know, the God of Blood, barbarianism... That general thing?"

"...I mean, he told me he was friends... I erhm..."

"Well, I find it interesting. Buenos Aires though, THAT was interesting."

"...Buenos Aires?"

"Oh... Your husband didn't tell you about that?"

"...About Buenos Aires?"

"You know, how he snuffed out almost two million lives in but a few hours, then burnt the entire city down?"

"...My husband destroyed that city?"

"You wouldn't believe how much he helped me and my contracts involving souls."

...Honestly, you try to find an emotion, but all you can really feel is a bit of disgust and a bit of disappointment.

"...God, why does Ren feel so casual about killing and destroying things..."

"Because he's a Khornate? They tend to do those things, you know."

"...He's not a Khornate."

"I would beg to differ... Anyways, once we get out of here, I would actually like to discuss business..."

"It's always business with you, isn't it..."

"Can you blame me? You have an amazing potential... The sooner I get your soul in a contract, the better off I'll be."

"...Erh..."

"Oh come on, you aren't REALLY using that soul, are you?"

"...Yes?"

The demon sighs.

"To be fairly honest, with your track record and your husband's track record, you'll be going to hell anyways."

"...I erh... What do you mean?"

"Well, the general laws of the cosmos tend to say that if you convert away from one faith into another, you still go to the original faith's hell... It's to prevent things like people switching on their deathbeds if they've been good or evil, in their respective religions..."

"...So me and my husband are..."

"Well yes, if you do die within the next... I believe fifteen years, you'll likely be going to hell."

"...Goddamn it..."

'...Anyways, that's a topic for another time... I suppose you tire of business talk now."

"Yes, yes I do."

"...I see. Well, I have little to speak about."

"...Besides business?"

"Business is quite literally my life. I never really had to talk about something besides it."

"...Oh."

He pauses, trying to think.

"...You know, have you ever erh... Actually, nevermind."

"What were you going to say?"

"...I was going to ask if you've ever considered sacrificing your slaves to Lucifer, but that's business...."

He seems to be growing increasingly frustrated with his attempts to speak something OTHER then business. At the very least, he's trying.

"...Erh... So... You know, hell is usually a lot warmer then this. This is just cold and miserable."

"...Yeah, something warm would be nice."

"...Well, to be honest, Lucifer just wanted beach-front property... Hell has some damned nice beaches. Ever swam in lava before?"

"...Have you?"

"...No. I see some demons do it all the time."

He tries to think further, as you make breakfast...

Actions.

>...Try to bring up a topic?
>...Just stay quiet?
>...Ignore him.
>Write-in

>>1737469
>>...Just stay quiet?

You decide to stay quiet.

...Do anons want to maybe search for a donut breakfast, or just make a normal one?

>Donut breakfast. (Meme roll, but nothing bad can come out of it.)
>Normal one. (Just a normal one, no meme roll.)
>Write-in

Total Donuts Consumed: 215

>>1737537
>>Donut breakfast. (Meme roll, but nothing bad can come out of it.)

Roll me a 1d72.

Anything below 48 means you won't get any donuts.

+6 if you can justify eating donuts for breakfast, lunch, and dinner.
+6 if you can think how much you've gained just from eating a "few" donuts...
+3 if Liz can think why donuts are superior to just Ren's strange love of butter.
+3 if Liz can try to hide her "donut filled" breakfast from the demon...

Rolled 43 + 6 (1d72 + 6)

>>1737563
Donuts are easy to eat, taste good, and have carbohydrates and sugar to help carry us through the day

Rolled 49 (1d72)

>>1737563

Well, does anyone want to samefag?

Just self-justify and try to hide the donut breakfast.

Rolled 68 (1d72)

>>1737603
>I like them and and they're not even that bad. I've eaten literally hundreds of pounds of meat and have hardly gained a pound.

Stash the donut boxes beside a piece of furniture so that the demon doesn't see them and eat them when he isn't there.

Rolled 49 + 18 (1d72 + 18)

>>1737563

>They're just like bread! It's just sweet bread, that's already had a nice amount of sugar applied to it. Just like butter, really, only sweeter. And bread is a wonderful staple of meals!
>Oh, it can't be THAT bad, maybe just a few pesky ounces...I've been exercising a lot lately, it probably burned off whilst carrying that demon.
>Donuts are clearly superior to Ren's strange butterlust! The humble donut is a fluffy baked good, sweet and delicious, not some hard, cold, greasy stick of processed cow lactations!
>Just pop them all into her mouth at once, chew twice, then swallow. Quick and over with.

68+18=86

You can't help yourself from looking around the bar and find the employee room, stacked with donuts for what seems to have been a conference about profits or something... It seemed to be more like a party then anything else.

You decide to help yourself to the donuts in the employee room, barely containing yourself... Now, if only you had some slaves to treat you like an empress and fan you or something, that would be most majestic...

...Though you are still a bit hungry, so your browse the rest of the bar... You find things like... Large pretzels, and some uncooked burgers, which you begin to cook...

After a satisfying breakfast, you clean up after yourself, and try to think about what to do...

Estellise decides to talk.

"...Why doth thou not just slay the shade following us?"

"...Well..."

"...Can we at least punch the daemon for it's vileness?"

"No, Estellise."

"...It's almost like thy wouldn't crusade for thine holy lands."

"...Estellise, you know I'm not a fighter."

"...Well, perhaps you should be, if only so I must not be agitated by Gwynevere's constant desire for admiration."

"...God..."

"...Can we perhaps, pursue adventure or whatnot, rather then wait around in a bar of all things?"

"Soon, alright?"

Liz of course, goes back to the demon to try and talk about how to get back to Earth...

Meanwhile, as Renexizious, sleeping in a empty bed, oblivious to only him sleeping in it.

Roll me a 1d20+3 anons. This is a very important roll.

+2 if Ren can dream about Liz, somewhat, and worry about her.

One roll please.

Rolled 6 + 5 (1d20 + 5)

>>1737854

>Ren tosses and turns fitfully, wracked by dreams of a dragon, clad in scales of emerald, breasts like verdant hills, tail running like a serpentine river between two mountainous ass cheeks. "Help me Ren, you're my only hope!" she calls out to you, extending a clawed hand. The name eludes you at the moment, but you cannot help but feel immense love and admiration for this dragon, and an overwhelming desire to help her escape her fate, and return her to your side. "Help me, Ren, you're my only hope!"

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>>1737893
>6

6+5=11

...You wake up like your out of a nightmare or something...

Nothing... Save a whiskey bottle you were drinking earlier, apparently.

Just... Huh. You hear the TV downstairs on.

You get up, and peek at a clock. It's fucking five in the morning... Which one of your kids are watching TV at five in the morning...

You get out of bed, and stumble downstairs to the couch, and find Elslif sleeping, curled up in a little ball with a doll of a pony or something.

...Goddamn it, she's too adorable for you to even get mad for sneaking out.

Actions

>...Pick her up, and take her to bed.
>...Just pat her on the head and go back to bed.
>...Turn off the TV.
>Write-in

>>1737921
>...Pick her up, and take her to bed.

You take her to bed carefully...

Roll me a 1d20-5 to be a smooth operator and try to get her to bed without waking her up.

+3 if you can really wish your footsteps weren't so loud, and that you were a bit more... Agile.
+2 if you can try to find a way to make her more comfortable while you carry her.
+1 if you can continue to think about that woman you dreamed about, and why your so in love with just the thought of her.

Rolled 2 + 5 (1d20 + 5)

>>1737948

Rolled 19 + 1 (1d20 + 1)

>>1737948

>Ugh, curse this body, built like a brick house, it's sturdy but so damn LOUD! Why, for once, WHY can't I be more light on my feet?
>Cradle her in the crook of one of our arms
>"That woman though...I can't stop thinking about her, like she was my everything. Maybe I should give more thought into trying to help her? Something that felt that real...it can't just be a dream, can it?"

Critical Success!

You, like a sneaky dragon you totally are not, manage to sneak past virtually everything, and get your daughter into bed without even her knowing...

You slip back to bed yourself, and go back to sleep for a bit longer, returning to that pleasant dream you had...

Because you crit succeeded, I'll let you do one more try at the important roll.

Roll me a 1d20.

+3 if you can continue to think of that wonderful woman some more, and of her attractive features... You are erh... Yeah, also why she needs help too, that could also be important.
+1 if you can try to think who the mother of your kids were... Wasn't there some problem about having too many or something? (+1 if you can have a nightmare about it.)

Rolled 19 + 5 (1d20 + 5)

>>1737982

>That perfect hourglass figure, with a butt that bounces with every step, breasts so large and smooth, I can use them like a desk for important work...wait, haven't I done that before? Something feels...off, like I'm missing something or someone incredibly important, to her or to me...maybe she needs help getting back to her one true love, whoever that could be? Is it me? I hope it's me, that's one fine dragoness.
>Didn't I used to share this bed with Elysif's mother? Who WAS that, again? Hell, who gave me all these other kids? Oh god, so many kids...she just kept, popping them out, like it was a clown car down there or something! Buried, buried, buried alive in dragon children! I can't escape, I can't breathe, and I can't AFFORD to feed this ocean of lives about to swamp over me! Noooooooooooooooo!

Critical Success.

You wake up a few hours later, and at this point, you KNOW something's off. Who the hell is your kid's mother? Not to mention, who was that damned fine dragoness... If your kid's mother looked like that, you doubt you'd be able to stop having kids...

You erh... You calm down a bit, and try to think... There is something your certainly missing... You swear you've seen that dragoness somewhere...

However, you hear a knock... Ah, breakfast from your wife...

The door opens to a large, burly minotauress... Chrysoula seems to have gotten home.

"Chrysoula?"

"Hi! I just got home about two hours ago... After you know, you ditched me."

"And you made me breakfast?"

"Yeah... So uh... Beth's kind of staying with us for a week so I can get to know her... So I'm um... I'm probably going to be a bit busy. Frankizka's coming home a bit later..."

She hands you the plate of well-made salad, and sandwiches. You put it to the side, and she grabs you, and you swear she nearly breaks your back from the hug.

"So if you need me, I'll be busy, ok? Love you... Oh, um... By the way, you might be busy later. Apparently the Americans have a barbecue going on and you were invited..."

"Oh."

"Yeah... Um... By the way, Beth um... She might punch you if she sees you. She's angry about you know, leaving me and her."

She gives you a kiss, and leaves you be after closing the door.

...You of course, begin to eat breakfast, and try to think... Didn't someone else bring you breakfast? It was a wife... Wasn't there three?

Roll me a single 1d20 to see if you can try to think more deeply about it.

+3 if you can try to remember what exactly served you breakfast every morning in bed... It was.. What was it? It was... Well, whatever it was, you swear it was sexy or something...
+2 if you can justify thinking about beautiful dragoness even though your already married... Thrice...
+2 if you can try to remember what your breakfasts usually consisted of... It was foreign, right?
+1 if you can try to shake off the nightmare of the unending swarm of kids...

Rolled 6 + 3 (1d20 + 3)

>>1738037
>Was it my mom? No- she's nice but she's not sexy, she's just my mom.

Rolled 17 + 8 (1d20 + 8)

>>1738037

>Hm...I can't get that dragoness out of my mind...was it she who served me breakfast every morning? Lots of meat and butter, some toast, and a wonderfully brewed cup of tea...the exact opposite of the meal Chrysoula brought me.
>I know I should shake her from my mind, that one of my three wives would absolutely kill me if she knew what I was thinking about, but...well, it's just innocent little thoughts, no one can control what I can and can't think!
>Hmm.....it was lots of meat, eggs, several sticks of delicious, godly butter, some toast, some beans, a warm, soothing cup of tea...it was...it was called an English breakfast, wasn't it?
>Let's just...keep fantasizing about the emerald dragoness, instead of the kids I'd love to have with that dragoness...so sexy....

17+8=25

You can't help but think about that sexy dragoness as you eat, and you swear to God that you've had a dragoness serve you breakfast before...

It could just be your imagination, but still...

Eventually, you finish breakfast, and think about what to do?

>...Just spend time, fantasizing about beautiful women in bed... (...Ren is 40% of the way to realization Liz is missing...)
>...Go do some science or something.
>Head to that barbecue... You did say you'd be there. (In 6 hours)
>Maybe you should spend some time with your kids...
>...See about surprising Frankizka when she gets back?
>Spend some time with Chrysoula and Beth?
>Write-in

>>1738144
>...Just spend time, fantasizing about beautiful women in bed... (...Ren is 40% of the way to realization Liz is missing...)

>>1738144
>...Just spend time, fantasizing about beautiful women in bed... (...Ren is 40% of the way to realization Liz is missing...)
>Head to that barbecue... You did say you'd be there. (In 6 hours)

You decide to spend some time fantasizing about beautiful women in bed, and decide to head to that barbecue once your done...

Roll me a 1d20+3 anons. This is to see if Ren realizes anything else.

+3 for more lustful thoughts about this emerald dragoness you might know.
+2 if you can fantasize a bit...
+1 if you can worry about being murdered by your wife for thinking this hard about another woman...
+1 if you can think if she'd be into slavery and raiding... (+1 for thinking how cute she'd be, enslaving mortals.)

Rolled 16 + 3 (1d20 + 3)

>>1738193

Rolled 15 + 10 (1d20 + 10)

>>1738193

>Slipping our hands down that waist and around to the back to grip those bountiful buttocks, while motorboating those voluptuous breasts, while she says things like "Not in public Ren, this is unseemly!" and "Save this for a more private time, will you?"
>Taking her to a warm pool of water, like the bathing pools the palace has down below, for a bit of fun and exercise, rowing about and making nautical puns about a Royal Navy.
>"...If my third wife knew about the way Little Ren is agreeing with me right now, she'd say off with both our heads..."
>"I wonder if she'd enjoy raiding towns and taking slaves...I can see it now, cutely shy about coaxing people on her back, promising them a better life working for her than they'd have living in their current squalid conditions, making them little sandwiches and cutting off the crusts...so damn cute, the way she'd look after them, as if a stern mother figure."

15+10=25

Of course, you have a grand little time thinking about cute dragonesses, and you just feel like your missing someone you know...

Ren is about 60% of the way to realizing.

Of course, you get ready to go to the barbecue, after looking on the end table for the invitation...

Which says someone called "Elizabeth" is supposed to go... Along with you?

Roll me an additional 1d20+4 for putting things together. Who's this Elizabeth?

+2 if you can wonder why the invitation would invite someone called Elizabeth, AND you.
+2 if you can wonder how your not going to get frustrated at dealing with a drunk dwarf and his minotaur assistant...
+2 if your lustful thoughts can slightly hint at who this "Elizabeth" is.

Rolled 18 + 4 (1d20 + 4)

>>1738245
What are the names of the dwarf and Minotaur? I forgot and only remember the Minotaur as bitchboy, bitchsworth or some other insult with bitch in it.

Rolled 18 + 10 (1d20 + 10)

>>1738245

>"Well, the invitation is from the American embassy, and I think the party is supposed to be one of those 'plus one' affairs, so it makes sense that this Elizabeth was my plus one, but...why can't I put a face to the name? It seems like I'd only take her if she was someone I knew and cared deeply about, otherwise I'd take one of my wives instead."
>"I'm going to sit at the table, and stuff my face with delicious spiced and sauced meat. If I keep my face filled with cow, then I won't be tempted to fill it with dwarf. The minotaur is cooking, so he's a-ok in my book."
>"But that name...it sounds like it's a perfect fit, to a perfect dragoness...why can't I see her face? I swear I know this person, if only I could shake this fog from my thoughts... Something, something about a... a royal navy? Maybe? Ugh, I'm certain some food will help clear my mind. Some -real- food, not some herbivore fodder."

18+10=28

Ren is now 70% close to realization.

You of course, decide to see if anyone knows this "Elizabeth", and yet, no one does know.

Two hours before the barbecue is supposed to start, you get a call that apparently Frankizka just made landfall in town, and is apparently waiting for pickup...

...You know, we should take her out to this barbecue. She'd love it.

She can't really eat meat, though.

We order it extra bloody?

...I mean... Well...

Besides, she'd probably like to actually be with us.

Hm...

Actions

>...Just go by yourself to the barbecue...
>...Eh, why don't you take one of your kids or something?
>...Maybe we should take Chrysoula. That'd make it up to her.
>Take Frankzika, she'd absolutely love it!
>Write-in

>>1738289

>Take Frankzika, she'd absolutely love it!

Chrysoula would hate a barbeque, what with all that cooking beef.

>>1738289
>Take Frankzika, she'd absolutely love it!

You decide to take Frankizka to a barbecue!

You of course, get in a car and ride down to the docks, where Frankizka seems to be waiting for you. You open the door for her, and she seems happy to see you, and gets in.

"Oh, I see you've decided to pick me up... How nice."

"Yeah... Anyways, we're going to a barbecue."

"...Erh, a barbecue?"

"With the Americans."

"...I erm... Oh, I've never met one... This should be interesting."

"Yeah... So how was Spain?"

"Kind of like Bretonnia, but a bit too hot..."

"Ah... I'm happy your back."

She smiles, clearly happy to see you.

"Well, I'm happy to see you... It's erm... Well, I missed you a bit."

"Just a bit?"

"...Yeah, just a bit."

"...Not a lot?"

"...Alright, I might of missed you a lot more then I'm willing to let on."

She relaxes on your shoulder.

"...So, who's coming with us to the barbecue?"

"Just you and me."

"Great... That's the way I like it."

"Yeah... So you like steak, right?"

"Steak?"

"Yeah."

"...I erh, I never exactly had it... Dietary, you know."

"Oh. Can you not drink animal blood?"

"...I mean, it's not really healthy, but yes..."

"...Well, you should be fine then."

"...I suppose... Your erm... You sure you want to go to dinner with the Americans?"

"Not my first pick, but why not? Anywhere else you wanted to go?"

"...I mean, well... I wasn't exactly prepared..."

Actions

>...Frankizka, come on... Your far above just well done, alright? I think you look absolutely delicious.
>...Oh, if you want, we can go back to the house. It's not too far... Though we'd miss it...
>...We can just go out to eat, with the two of us, if you want. It'll be a bloody good time.
>Write-in

>>1738330
>...We can just go out to eat, with the two of us, if you want. It'll be a bloody good time
You do not have to be clean and prepared for a barbecue

>>1738330

>...Frankizka, come on... Your far above just well done, alright? I think you look absolutely delicious.

She's fine, it's a barbecue.

>>1738335
By the way anon, this choice is basically going out to do your own thing rather then go to the barbecue.

Rolling here in 15 mins.

>>1738384
I change my vote so we go to the barbecue.

You decide to go to the barbecue.

After trying to convince Frankizka a bit, she cools down.

"I really don't understand the whole idea of community barbecues."

"Oh come on, it'll be fun."

She doesn't seem entirely convinced, but you head there, and pull up, and hold her hand to help her out of the car, and take her over to the barbecue...

You see the minotaur cooking on a grill some steaks... You aren't exactly sure WHY he's cooking meat, since he's a minotaur, but hell, hopefully it tastes good.

You however, find it hard to keep eyes off the butter, and of course, after a herbivore breakfast and lack of lunch, you are absolutely craving some delicious, buttery goodness...

"Ren?" Frankizka says, trying to snap you into it...

"Oh, yeah... I uh... I just couldn't help but notice how small you are."

"...I don't get why you need to show off your height. Your larger then everyone else here."

"Oh come on... Look, just because your half as large as me, doesn't mean your less cute, it just makes you more cute."

You pat the vampire on the head.

"...Seriously, you'll take up an entire bench."

"It's fine, besides, it just means more room for me..."

You hold the dainty vampire's hand, and go up. Frankizka, the natural homebody she is, begrudgingly comes along.

What seat do you want to take anons?

>...Steal a picnic table from some of the embassy workers.
>...You need a blanket or something to sit on the ground, without getting Frankzika's dress dirty... (Sit on the ground like it's a picnic...)
>...Your a fucking dragon. If you can't find a place to sit, you'll make one. (...Come up with a way to MAKE a seat.)
>Write-in

>>1738462
By the way, for those wondering why Ren can't find a normal seat, it's a few things.

1: He's a bit big.
2: He's also a draconic overlord, and won't deal with other people's shit on where he should sit.
3: He's a barbarian.
4: Cute ladies deserve their own spot.
5: Because he's a fucking dragon.

Yeah.

>>1738462
>...You need a blanket or something to sit on the ground, without getting Frankzika's dress dirty... (Sit on the ground like it's a picnic...)

>>1738462

>...You need a blanket or something to sit on the ground, without getting Frankzika's dress dirty... (Sit on the ground like it's a picnic...)

You of course, decide to sit on the ground.

What do you want to use as a blanket?

>...Order a servant to bring you a blanket?
>Well, just have Frankizka sit on your lap or something.
>...Steal someone else's blanket.
>Write-in for ideas.

>>1738507
>...Order a servant to bring you a blanket?

>>1738507
>Well, just have Frankizka sit on your lap or something.

You order Frankizka to sit on your lap while a servant brings you a blanket, which will take a while, since they're back at the palace.

Roll me a 1d20+4 for how well this barbecue goes.

+3 if you can of course, treat Frankizka great, and of course, do some stuff to make up time lost while the two of you were working.
+2 if you can of course, mention how you missed her a lot, and how your happy she's back with you.
+1 if you can of course, be a bit romantic.
+1 if you can use your size to also help in the romantic department.

Rolled 1 + 4 (1d20 + 4)

>>1738776
It's gonna be bad

Well.

Do you want to use Barbaric?

>Yes.
>No.

>>1738791
>Yes.
Still no guarantees that it's not gonna bad

>>1738791
>>Yes.

Roll me a 1d20 anons.

+3 for barbaric/khornate protection of your wife, Frankizka.
+2 if you can of course, be absolutely sweet to Frankizka and nice to her.
+2 if you can tell her how much you've missed her, like a Khornate.
+2 for general barbaric/khornate behavior.
+2 if you can kick someone's ass/beat them up like a Khornate.
+1 for alcohol use like a barbarian.
+1 for using your size to scare people and also maybe mention to Frankizka how cute and small she is.

Rolled 15 (1d20)

>>1738860

Rolled 7 + 5 (1d20 + 5)

>>1738860

>"Alright you American screwheads, listen up! This, is my Frankizka! And if any of you, so much as touches her, YOU'RE NEXT ON THE MENU, YOU GOT THAT??"
>"Now, let's go get you a nice, yummy steak, extra rare, with lots of blood, just the way you like it!"

15+5=20

Good Success.

The dinner goes smoothly, as you try to keep your Khornate self under control...

You have three options...

>Focus on spending time with Frankizka.
>Focus on trying to make some friends in the Embassy... (...Which will you just scaring the shit out of them.)
>Focus on getting a friendship with the minotaur assistant or the ambassador.

>>1738946
>Focus on spending time with Frankizka.

>>1738946
>Focus on spending time with Frankizka.

Roll me a 1d20 to see how much more opinion you gain with Frankizka...

+3 for treating her nicely during the barbecue.
+2 if you can talk about how much you missed her.

Rolled 15 (1d20)

>>1738975

Rolled 19 + 5 (1d20 + 5)

>>1738975

>Be sure to lay the blanket on the ground and keep it nice and crisp and completely flattened, no wrinkles, only the best for our wife. Ensure that the meat is cooked extra rare for her, and uncork a fresh bottle of bloodwine, just for her.
>"You know, I've really, really missed you. I feel like there's been a hole in my life that's opened up, and I can't seem to put my claw on what's missing, and since you've been gone for so long, I figure it has to be you. Why don't you tell me what you've been up to while you've been away, subverting my foes and undoing the plans of my enemies? You know, I was supposed to come here with someone else, but for the life of me I can't remember who it was. You have no idea how glad I am that you were free and able to come, I'm really glad about this. We don't spend enough time together, you know?"

Critical Success

You eventually finish up bonding with Frankizka over a cute little date, and take her home with you...

You can't help but feel exhausted once you get home, and your stretch, putting your head right by Frankizka.

"...So is Elizabeth home tonight?"

"...Elizabeth?"

"...Oh, she isn't?"

"I mean... I haven't seen her..."

"...So she isn't here?"

"Nah..."

She smiles, and seems happy.

"...So did you want company in that bed of yours? I'm somewhat tired of sleeping in an attic..."

"Yeah... I'd love that."

You carry the sleepy vampire to bed with you, and she seems happy having you to hug and generally feel while she gets in bed with you.

"...You know, I don't remember the last time we slept together. Or rather, you sleep with me."

"...You aren't tried?"

"...I erm... I got sleep on the ship over. I sleep at day, and very rarely at night."

"Oh... Right. So your fully awake?"

"...Well, yes..."

You pull that cute little vampire you call your wife right into a hug... God, it's been so long since you've seen her...

"...You know... I got you something when I was in Paris..."

"Oh, really?"

"...It was a silver locket. I thought you'd like it."

"...Where is it?"

"I left it in my bags, but it has a photo of you and me..."

"I thought vampires didn't show up in photos."

"...Well... My bloodline does."

"Oh... Well, I'll make sure to wear it as often as I can, alright?"

You give her a kiss on the head, and hold Frankizka protectively...

"You know, you don't exactly have to hold me so tight."

"Well..."

"...I'm not precisely a princess abducted by a dragon, Ren." She says, being a bit of a joker.

"...Just stay by me, damn it. I missed you."

You go to sleep, having a blissful time with Frankizka, who seems very happy to be with you...

You wake up a few hours later, at four in the morning with Frankzika out of bed... You hear the TV on again, ruining your sleep...

You go out, and easily see it's Elslif, sleeping on the couch again... With a little dragon plushie too.

...She might be cute and innocent, but you can't help be annoyed. This is the second time she's been up late, watching TV. This time that animated show about you...

Actions

>...She's still cute and your daughter. Take her to bed again, quietly.
>...Wake her up?
>...Just turn off the TV and head back to bed.
>...Goddamn it, make a reminder to punish her when you wake up again...
>Write-in

>>1739120
>...Just turn off the TV and head back to bed.
There's something about this tv and its influence I don't like. We should blow it up or something.

>>1739120

>...She's still cute and your daughter. Take her to bed again, quietly.
>...Just turn off the TV and head back to bed.

>>1739126
If you want to, you can break it. Though it'll probably scare Elslif.

>>1739134
What if we get a bomb, attach it to the television, put it outside and have it set to explode at a certain time to wake up Elisif.

>>1739136
I mean, you can literally just smash it, or eat it, or anything. A bomb could hurt people.

>>1739137
But Explosions>Punching/Smashing in the coolness factor

>>1739140
Do you want to break it, or not?

>>1739141
idk

>>1739141
Destroy the tv and its degenerative influence.

Fuck it.

You decide to just turn off the TV, and take your daughter to bed... And after that, break that damned TV.

Roll me a 1d20-5 to try and not wake her up.

+3 if you can wonder why she just keeps staying up so late.
+2 if you can think how nice it is to have Frankizka back, and how cute and nice she is... And small, that's also cute...
+1 if you can try to look forward going back to sleep again.

Rolled 4 - 5 (1d20 - 5)

>>1739149

Rolled 13 + 1 (1d20 + 1)

>>1739149

>"She knows better than this, damn it. Must be because her mother's not here to take her to bed...where IS her mother, anyway? I can't recall when the last time I saw that woman was..."
>"It's good to have Frankizka back though, it's been too long since we spent quality time together. Why was that, again? I can't help but think it was because of one of my other wives, but Chrysoula's not like that...oh well, it's good to have my small, cute wife, god it's been ages since I've been able to cuddle up with someone smaller than me."
>"Whatever, the sooner I get Elslif to bed, the sooner I can go back to curling up around my cute little vampire wife."

13+1=14

You manage to safely extract Elslif back to bed, and head back, to destroy that fucking TV once in for all..

After taking the the couch and throwing it at the TV hard enough to shatter it to pieces, to go to get some sleep...

Roll me a 1d20 to see if you have any sleep realizations.

+2 for a dream about the emerald dragoness once again.
+1 for dreaming of comfy/cute dragon things after the first dream.

Rolled 18 (1d20)

>>1739173

Rolled 16 + 3 (1d20 + 3)

>>1739173

>"Please Ren, help me! It's me, Elizabeth! I need your help to escape this hell and come back to you!" The emerald dragoness appears in a cage this time, an ugly thing, thick black bars, and small enough that she must crouch and wrap her tail and wings around herself. "Please, Ren! Hear me! Help me!" She begins to cry, big tears welling up in her gorgeous green eyes. "Please..." She rattles the bars of the cage helplessly, as if trying to break herself free, but lacking the strength to do so.
>The previous dream fades, to be replaced by one with a tall, strong Ren, having successfully conquered the known world, resting comfortably on a massive throne made of gold coins and countless rare, polished gemstones, drinking butter by the silo, with a cadre of loyal slaves feeding him cows by the herd, with his most favorite of wives lounging nearby, his children offering gifts and giving reports from their respective regencies. It's good to be a dragon overlord.

18+3=21

You realize in your sleep that a throne of gold coins and gemstones would be really cool... Maybe have a world butter silo depository or something...

You also can't help but get that emerald dragoness out of your head... It's almost like you know her or something...

You wake up the next day to something being set on your stomach, and a mighty "THUD" on the bed, like someone jumped on it... And an arm wrapped around you.

It seems Chrysoula is erh... Intoxicated. But however, was nice enough to make you a good breakfast of...

Holy fuck that's a big sandwich.

She seems to have made you somesort of... Onion-ring... Deep fried and breaded Chicken... Deep fried Bacon... Erh... Is that... Hot sauce? And... Fucking deep-fried sliced peppers... With mayo and buffalo sauce... Holy fuck, deep fried pickles and...

Actually, holy shit everything is fucking deepfried, and just picking up the burger is filled with grease.

...Your a bit scared to eat this drunken culinary food. She's clearly put time into this...

Actions

>...Eat it?
>...Erh... Maybe you'll just pass...
>Write-in

>>1739208

>...Eat it?

Has literally eaten radioactive uranium cores, but is afraid of a little grease? Since when is Ren concerned for his heart's health?

Rolled 1 (1d2)

You erh, decide to eat it.

Rolling.

1=Disgust,
2=Love.

Rolled 8 (1d20)

You well... Your not really picky with your food usually. Usually you can handle eating shit like uranium cores, sometimes explosives, maybe a missile once or twice, but this is a whole other pall park.

Can this even be classified as food? Hell, even the BUN is deep-fried, and you aren't really thinking this is a good idea, since you might have a stroke or a heart attack or something...

Fuck it, you know what? You'll take a bite...

The first thing you taste, is the grease.

Rolling.

Your first bite ends up with you calmly putting the burger down, and you feel your stomach growl, either from hunger, or from disgust.

After finishing the burger begrudingly, you attempt to wrestle out of Chrysoula's grip, and she seems clearly intoxicated.

"...Hmhp..."

"...Chrysoula, can you let me up?"

This seems to wake her up.

"...Just give me a minute."

"Alright, alright..."

She goes back to snoring. She's clearly drunk out of her mind.

That's when you hear a knock on the door. A rather heavy-handed knock.

"Chrysoula? Open the door up! Ya' can't be passin' out after four bottles o' whiskey, lass!"

Chrysoula grumbles, and puts a pillow over her head. She's apparently not really in the mood...

"...I fucking hate today."

She seems a bit gruff-toned.

"...Erh, something wrong?"

"...The fucking TV broke and since NO ONE CAN HANDLE THE TASK OF FIXING A FUCKING TELEVISION!"

"O-o-oh."

You can't help but notice she's grouchy, angry, and intoxicated. A bad mix. You can't help but be a bit scared of this.

"Not to fucking mention the fact that SOME goddamned bastard threw the couch at it, and then decided to fuck off..."

"Y-yeah?"

She reaches for something, and it seems to be a whiskey bottle she brought it.

"...Ergh... Not to fucking mention that... That the fucking... Have you ever... Have you fucking ever had to deal with someone who won't fucking just get out of your way?" She says, and then chugs the bottle down...

"Y-yeah?"

"...Yeah... I fucking need to..."

She fucking pauses.

"You know what the fuck I hate?"

"...Erh, what?"

"That fucking guy who keeps looking at me... What the fuck was his name?"

"...Who?"

"Some fucking... Guy... Some fucking guy who can't understand that I fucking want to be left alone while I fucking do weights, and I just fucking... Have you ever wanted to just break something?"

"No?"

"Well, I fucking... Gods, I'm going to get something done besides sit around...

She begins to get up, stumbling. She's clearly fucking intoxicated, and she grabs you for stability...

"...I'm... Well... I'm going to try and fix that fucking television since no one can do it and I'm going to fucking punch that asshole who hit on me earlier... Then that fucknugget that gave me that fucking list of paperwork to do for a FUCKING TELEVISION REPAIR!"

She gets out of bed, practically storming off.

Actions

>...Try to calm Chrysoula down? She's not normally like this... (Prevents Chrysoula from beating up bureaucrats/people she doesn't like.)
>...Maybe you should come with her to limit damages?
>Just let her do her thing? (...Lowers the bureaucracy of your nation.)
>Write-in

By the way anons, Chrysoula's "Max Opinion" perk is now a bit different when she's drunk. She'll basically reinforce security of your palace, and basically be a second layer of security. In addition, she'll probably handle "bureaucracy" problems.

>>1739266

>Just let her do her thing? (...Lowers the bureaucracy of your nation.)

Literally punch through that red tape!

Rolled 1 (1d3)

You just uh... Let her do her thing.

Rolling for what she primary goes after.

1=Crime
2=Bureaucrats
3=People she doesn't like.

...Just curious.

Do anons want to be in the POV of Chrysoula while she is a wrecking/punching ball of a drunken minotaur destruction?

>Only when it's important.
>Only when it's against criminals and bureaucrats.
>Yes.
>No.

>>1739279

>Only when it's important.

Only when it's important...

Right now, Chrysoula is wiping out the last of the Orc biker gang.

Do you want to do it, or leave it up to a dice roll?

>Do it. (Switch to Drunk Chrysoula's PoV)
>Leave it to dice roll.
>Write-in

>>1739290

>Leave it to dice roll.

Roll me a 1d20+6 anons. This is for how effective Chrysoula takes care of business among the bikers.

+2 if Renexizious can be a bit "afraid" of drunken Chrysoula.
+1 if Ren can think if drunk Chrysoula or sober Chrysoula is better.
+1 if Ren can worry if Beth MIGHT be a bad influence on Chrysoula.

Rolled 5 + 10 (1d20 + 10)

>>1739301

>"...I remember the last time she punched me, when I thought I'd tempt the fates. She damn near killed me, I want NONE of whatever the hell she's in the mood for. In fact, I'm just going to stay here. Under the bed. Sucking my thumb. With my favorite, fluffiest blankie."
>"I mean, at least she's not nearly as needy now, and is actually going to go out and do something without any real hand-holding, which is awesome, but...drunk Chrysoula is scary Chrysoula."
>"You know, outside of once or twice, I never really saw Chrysoula get drunk, and certainly never this angry, until she met Beth. Beth better not be teaching Chrysoula her...her drunken, Scottish ways! It's...it's un-Chrysoula-like!"

Allowing samefagging if Ren can try to look on the bright side.

Rolled 15 + 10 (1d20 + 10)

>>1739316

>"At least she's doing something constructive with her rage. Who knows, this may even be good for my empire, getting rid of those elements I myself can't really touch. It'd be a nice change to see some of the scum swept off the streets, honestly."

15+10=25

Great Success!

You continue on with your day, which is simple enough, as you decide to take a nap partway through it. That's when your chief servant calls you about "Frankizka" arriving in three hours, waking you up from your nap...

Great... Didn't you do that already?

Weird.

...Roll me a 1d20+4 to see if Ren realizes this.

+3 if his dream might of shed more light on the sexy emerald dragon... And also had some more general lustful thoughts... Alongside some general comfy dreams.
+2 if he can be somewhat irritated by being woken up by his servants... Didn't you already pick up Frankizka?

Rolled 7 + 9 (1d20 + 9)

>>1739323

>The cage the emerald dragoness is imprisoned in seems to have shrunk a little more, and she seems very uncomfortable, unable to move comfortably or freely, like a chicken in a cage. She looks at Ren plaintively. "Ren, please, I'm scared. I need your help, don't you miss me?" Her eyes tear up. "Please, PLEASE Ren, I need your help to get out of here, I'm trapped and I can't escape by myself. Please, Ren, don't abandon me here..." Her voice and the dream trails off, to replaced by a series of fleeting dreams of comfort, such as being before a field where butter grows like grass, and a dream where breasts were like trampolines, and instead of streets and sidewalks, everyone traveled via bouncing on massive breasts protruding from the ground.
>"...What do you MEAN I have to go pick her up? Where the bloody hell did she go this morning that I need to pick her up AGAIN? I just got her yesterday morning, can't you read a simple calendar?"

Allowing samefagging if Ren can just have cute/comfy dreams, and if Ren can maybe quell it with the lust a bit.

Rolled 18 + 9 (1d20 + 9)

>>1739335

>Ren has a nice dream about riding on a massive green boat, shaped vaguely dragon-like, through a sea of liquid butter. As he hangs over the side, feet clinging to the rail, while he dips down low to try to drink from the sea of butter, he spies the name, engraved on a plate and welded to the ship's hull. "HMS Flagship of the Royal Navy. Huh."

18+9=27

You can't help but notice that you've literally done this the other day... Not to mention, your almost certain that your missing someone, you know. It could be that green dragoness, for certain...

You leave to go pick up Frankizka and maybe try to figure out what's going on...

Meanwhile, as Elizabeth...

Roll me a 1d20+5 to see how well you've been getting along with the demon.

+2 for general small talk.
+2 for polite things... Such as brewing tea for the demon!
+1 for general worry about if anything might try to break in...
+1 for wondering when this demon will recover so it can get you the heck out of here...
+1 if you can think if you should get a more comfy place... It just won't do for an empress to sleep in a bar's booth...
+1 if you can see if you can maybe convey your disappointment in not having slaves here. Life's so much easier with them... (+1 for thoughts about donuts and slaves... God, donuts are great...)

Rolled 13 + 13 (1d20 + 13)

>>1739350

>"So...um...I know that you said that your life was business, but surely you too have things you do to unwind after a long hard day bargaining for souls to be damned. Like, maybe fishing for lava eels in that lake you told me about? Drinking buddies? Cards? What do you like to do besides business?"
>Liz gets herself and the demon a cup, a saucer, a milk jug, some sugar, and slices up a few wedges of lemon for a proper tea. She then toasts some bread and lays out some donuts, it's not a proper crumpet, but in the current circumstances, it must make do.
>"Oh I hope that that shade doesn't try to break in, it kept mimicking me in the most peculiar way earlier. Do you know what it is? Or what it wants? It seemed to be content just following my actions, but I can't help but think it had some sort of...sinister feeling behind it. Some sort of...impure motive."
>By God I hope this demon recovers soon, it seems as if he is my only hope for getting out of here in a timely manner, and I desperately want to go home! I miss Ren, I miss our children, I even miss Chrysoula! Hell, I'd even settle for the familiar face of Frankizka, that harlot, at this point, just so I wouldn't be suffering through this alone! After all, she's French, she must have experiences with going through hells like this.
>Maybe we can find another apartment building on our way fleeing from that shade. An actual bedroom would be nice, to think that demon just...-watched- me as I lay vulnerable and sleeping. He could have done any manner of ungentlemanly things to me! No, no, this won't do at all, next place I rest must certainly have a good, strong lock on the bedroom door.
>"I miss not having a servant here to help with the tea. Life is certainly more enjoyable when you have others to sweat the small things for you." And maybe to sneak out to the stores at night, and buy as many freshly-made donuts as they can carry back. Maybe I should ask Ren for a minotaur slave when I get back, they're quite muscular and can certainly carry an entire bakery's stock of donuts in one go! Mmmmm....donuts....

13+13=26

Great Success!

You've been getting along fairly well, lamenting the obvious... Lack of slaves, no donuts... Erh... Other things...

The demon seems a bit relaxed too. Huh.

"...So, I suppose your wondering how we get out of here, hm?"

"How do we, pray tell?"

"...Well, we find the infernal fortress in this plane, kill my minion, and the realm should collapse in on itself."

"And I'd be free?"

"...Well, both of us would be free, yes."

"Your trapped here?"

"Unfortunately, yes, yes I am... Now, I am firmly of the opinion that the closer we get to the fortress, the more likely we are to encounter heavier defenses... Right now, I'd say we are far, far away from it, enough so to warrant a mere spy."

"...Spy?"

"...You know that shade earlier, following us?"

"Yeah?"

"It's been hovering around the building, trying to find a way in and later have us both killed in our sleep."

"...Can we do anything about it?"

"Sadly, no. Not unless you enjoy churches, or other holy places."

"Oh... Well, I suppose that's that..."

He coughs a bit loudly.

"...Not all of us can go on holy property without combustion, or worse. Besides, chances are since this is a clone of your world, he's most likely warped the churches into corrupt parodies of itself, or something like that..."

"Oh."

"...Now, if we REALLY wanted to get rid of that shade, we'd need to kill it with silver... Which of course, is going to be near impossible to find."

"...So what do we do?"

"Well, unless you can find us whoever is controlling the shade, or scare it off, I think we have a "third" companion, as unwilling as we might be."

Actions

>...I suppose we can work together...
>...I'd rather take my chances on my own.
>I think I have an idea on how to take care of the shade.
>...So just curious... Is there anyone else in this plane?
>Write-in

>>1739373

>...I suppose we can work together...
>...So just curious... Is there anyone else in this plane?

The enemy of my enemy is my friend, after all. Also, is Liz wearing any sort of jewelry that we could use to stab the shade to death?

>>1739376
No, I don't believe so.

"I suppose we can work together... But just curious, is there anyone else in this plane?"

"...This is a mini plane of isolation... It's meant to make those who manipulate others into doing their work feel tortured as usually words fail them or they simply can't speak... Such as me, for example. Have any of my words been convincing?"

"...No, not really."

"See? Even the plane is limiting my persuasiveness... Though I do believe it was later to be repurposed into a bit of a "solitary" plane for some of the more... Crazier, souls. Though, because you are neither on the astral plane and completely mortal, you likely aren't suffering from any of these effects."

Huh.
"...Excuse me, but... Crazier ones?"

"You know... The ones that do mass murder for fun, burn orphanages down... That sort of thing."

"So we're in a plane of sociopaths and psychopaths?"

"Yeah... I wouldn't worry too much, this place hasn't had a lot of souls come... Only a few hundred thousand."

"...That's a bit."

"For a plane that is roughly the size of the world, that's nothing... Besides, you have an archdevil with you. No soul worth a damn messes with me."

"...Well, is there anything else?"

"No, not really. We should probably get moving soon."

Actions

>...Can we find a way to kill that shade firstly?
>...Yes, I agree. Let's move on...
>Ask more questions?
>Write-in

>>1739380

>...Yes, I agree. Let's move on...

As much as I'd like to go kill that shade to keep it from telling on our movements, I highly doubt the 'silverware' in the bar is made from actual silver.

You decide to move along in your journey.

Roll me a 1d20 while you follow the demon.

Rolled 20 (1d20)

>>1739391

Critical Success

You walk along the road, reaching the docks...

The devil stops you.

"...Listen. I hear footsteps."

You look around, and you indeed do hear it...

Footsteps, at the dock.

"Sounds human. Clumsy, too... Someone unaware. I recommend we stay clear."

"...Why?"

"...Well, whoever it is, is not our problem."

You hear a yell of "hello" echo towards you. Someone truly is oblivious...

Actions

>...Perhaps you should help whoever it is? (The moral action.)
>...Leave them, and continue to follow the demon. (...The selfish action.)
>Write-in