>>2037499

>Straight through the mountains. I’m not fucking around

>>2037499
>Straight through the mountains. I’m not fucking around
We did just blow a giant fucking hole though it, I doubt there is anything left standing to annoy us.

>>2037499
>>Straight through the mountains. I’m not fucking around
I want to punt a dorf

>>2037499
>Straight through the mountains. I’m not fucking around

Let's keep our little marshmallow in shape.

>>2037499
>The Main Road. I’m not letting Mother Nature shit on me.

>>2037499
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William "Billy the Bat” Iwo
STATS: ??? (Still nothing! Son of a B-...Wait a second...)
Class: ......

Holy shit! I wasn't expecting that. I have a class now! I'll take a look at it later when I have the time. I'm having trouble getting over my disbelief and confusion.

Gelt: 3924

>Background: Banchou
>Ability: Strongest
>Bonus to Intimidate Checks
>Bonus to Strength Checks

>Weapon: New York No Shinbatsu
>(Studded Club with Chain)
>Magical Enhancement:
>Durability +
>HP<, ATK+

>Items (Carried by Charlotte)
>Hermetically Sealed Diving Suit
>Purple Gem

>Delinquent Traits Scores
>Clever: 38 (+1)
>Manly: 40 (+3)
>Code - Honesty: 29 (-2)
>Fight'n Spirit: 38 (+16)

Delinquent Traits 1.0.1
Theses are the character traits that make you who you are, and with them comes both benefits and drawbacks that are befitting of your brash, trouble-making personality.

>1) Your traits are kept track of through points, a Trait Score, which will rise and fall as you chose your options. Such traits unlock special dialog prompts that are unique to you. Often times it is a high-risk, high reward option that requires a roll for success and other times a bonus just for maintaining it. The modified prompts is not necessarily beneficial or harmful, simply the embodiment of a trait.
>2) Successful rolls will give great benefits in the story, while failures might complicate things. Regardless of success or failure, choosing the modified prompt will cause a gain in points dependent on the situation (+3 or greater), while choosing not to use the prompt given will result in a loss of points (-2).
>3) You may use your points to modify your “Write in” responses with your traits, which will give bonuses to the results if the response is appropriate to those traits, at the cost of (-2) points.
>4) You may modify a response with more than one trait if appropriate for increased chances, and I encourage “Write in” responses, awarding particularly good responses by potentially refunding points spent. You lose this ability for a particular trait if you have a Trait Score of 2 or less.
>5) Higher Trait Scores increase the likelyhood of modified prompts appearing. Lower scores do the opposite. The relative difference in numbers has some affect towards which type of modified prompt is given.
>6) You may burn any of these points on given prompts as well to gain an additional bonus, provided the prompt does not already have the modifier on it already. Spend your points carefully, and try to find a balance, for once a trait score hits 0, your ability to take advantage of that trait is gone forever, having “gone soft.” I will make sure you are aware of the Trait Score values at all times as well as clarify any questions and feedback if necessary.

>>2037499
>>2037515
>>2037544
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>>2037591
>>2037592
>Straight through the mountains. I’m not fucking around

"It looks like the main road loops all the way around here, huh?"

Charlotte is still excited to get going. She must be happy that she finally has someone willing to let her follow around and give her attention.

"Yeah Boss! it's going to take a while to-"

"Fuck that shit, we head straight through the mountains."

The little girl's tail goes flaccid and her ears droop at the thought of scaling some mountains. She starts to pout until you give her a stink eye, to which she immediately feigns perkiness. That's better!

"Yes Boss!..."

It's not too long until your little sidekick is out of breath and sweating like the piglet she is. Her round little tummy must be weighing her down after gobbling up more than you eat in a week in one day.

"Bieri! *Huff* My belly hurts! Ca...*Puff*...can we take a break? Please!?"

You've cleared the flattest paths, and the trail is starting to get rather steep after covering a good amount of ground. Here is a decent spot to settle, but am I ready to stop yet?

>[Fightn' Spirit] YAMATO-DAMASHII!!!
>If we take a short break, she can appraise my stuff and I can look at my Adventurer's ID card and reflect on the change.
>Fuck it. I'm not in a rush. We set up camp here. I'll make sure she gets a good workout. We have enough people to do some belaying to set up for lost time and work her chubby buns tomorrow.
>Write In

>>2037695
>Fuck it. I'm not in a rush. We set up camp here. I'll make sure she gets a good workout. We have enough people to do some belaying to set up for lost time and work her chubby buns tomorrow.

>>2037695
>>Fuck it. I'm not in a rush. We set up camp here. I'll make sure she gets a good workout. We have enough people to do some belaying to set up for lost time and work her chubby buns tomorrow.

>>2037695
>Fuck it. I'm not in a rush. We set up camp here. I'll make sure she gets a good workout. We have enough people to do some belaying to set up for lost time and work her chubby buns tomorrow.
>She can appraise my stuff and I can look at my Adventurer's ID card and reflect on the change.

>>2037695
>>Fuck it. I'm not in a rush. We set up camp here. I'll make sure she gets a good workout. We have enough people to do some belaying to set up for lost time and work her chubby buns tomorrow.

>>2037695
>[Fightn' Spirit] YAMATO-DAMASHII!!!

>>2037695
>>Fuck it. I'm not in a rush. We set up camp here. I'll make sure she gets a good workout. We have enough people to do some belaying to set up for lost time and work her chubby buns tomorrow.

>>2037695
>>2037714
>>2037740
>>2037781
>>2037788
>>2037806
>>2037838
>Fuck it. I'm not in a rush. We set up camp here. I'll make sure she gets a good workout. We have enough people to do some belaying to set up for lost time and work her chubby buns tomorrow.

"Fuck it."

You drop your bat and squat right there.

"We're going to set up camp here for tonight. We've been on this trail for enough hours."

Charlotte perks up at the thought of taking it easy. She drops her own bag and runs up to hug you while you're close to the ground. It makes you grunt in indifference

"Yay!"

"Don't get any ideas. We have to climb to make up for lost time. Or else your gonna be fasting tomorrow."

"Yes Boss..."

Setting up camp is easy. Charlotte pitches a tent for us to stay in, which I move to under a nice rock face to give us some shelter from wind , rain and sun. A fire is made easily with gear. This is a decent team up. I provide the muscle and the make the big decisions, and she does everything else. Perfect.

I have her appraise the special suit we managed to cram into her space-defying bag as well as that purple gem from a while ago.

"This armor is like nothing I've ever seen! It's super complex boss! Mr. Morrcock was probably right when he said there's only one around."

She's looking inside the thing, her voice echos a bit as her little legs kick out while the rest of her is deep in the opening in the neck. She's making sure to check thoroughly, but tubby better not get stuck! I ain't pulling her out!

"This is so cool, I've always wanted to have something unique like this, or at least see it! Umm...Hmm...there's some damage on the chest area and the arm. Hey Boss, I can fix this...I think. I just need some uncommon material...I have to check my bag.

The little girl goes rummaging through her bag, looking for something sufficiently uncommon to use. On that note, you get her attention and toss her the purple gem.

"Will this work?"

Charlotte does her little scratch-and-sniff routine to identify the item. Apparently, the item you found is a magical power source, oft called "Manastone". It's essentially condensed magical power, which a few mages can harness for interesting stuff, but most use to recover their own reserves of mystical energy. I wonder if that what was in the box that blew the mountaintops away towards the south of Prontia?

"I can definitely fix it with this Boss, but are you sure you want me to use it now? I might be able to find enough junk to at least get out most of the dings if you don't..."

Apparently, she can restore any physical item back to much better condition a few times a day, depending on the item. Charlotte says it's complicated to explain, but she breaks items down to fix other ones. She call her new skill [[Jury-Rig]]. I guess the little girl leveled up.

>Charlotte learned [[Jury-Rig]]

Should I have her use her new ability?

>Yeah, Fix it with that gem
>Forget it, It's not important right now
>Use your junk
>Write In

>>2037892
>>Use your junk

>>2037892
>>Use your junk

>>2037892
>>Use your junk

>>2037892
>>2037902
>>2037909
>>2037913
>Use your junk

You have no intention of using that gem for anything yourself, but seeing how the Sextant guy deleted some mountains with the explosion some how, maybe it would be better to hold onto it.

"Just use your junk"

"Yes boss!"

Charlotte proceeds to drop lots of junk out from her bag. It seems to be mostly consumable items, like those magical torches. She takes a little hammer and begins to pound the materials in. After a few hits, it just disappears into the armor. The containment suit is gradually less dented, until it's just barely noticeable. Good enough. There is a little stuff left, but Charlotte is too tired to use anymore. Skills have limits, you guess.

The Tanukin girl plops herself down across from you from the small fire you've made. Time to take a look at that ID Card.

It still is mostly blanks all around your stat block, which is making you impatient. Finally, something has changed. You have a class now. It's only one thing, but it's better than nothing.

"Imperiaru Curassu: Subcrassu Banchou:"

I wasn't being totally literal when I told the little girl I was a Banchou because I was the strongest. What's this Imperial bullshit though? I'm not down with anyone's system in particular, to be frank.

Charlotte looks over intently, making sure to pay attention to everything you do, including audible mumbling. She wants to see too now.

"Did your stats change? Can I see?"

>Let her see
>Nah, stay mystified, little scrub
>Write In

>>2038021
>>2038021
>Let her see
Bieri accent is thick as fuck

>>2038021
>>Let her see

>>2037892
>Use Junk
>What all can the gem be used for?
>Check out our skill card!

>>2038021
>>2038030
>>2038051
>>2038060
>Let her see

A rousing game of keep-away would have been fun, but you just can't after she gives you some puppy-dog eyes. Fuck, I think I'm getting too soft for this bullshit!

"Yeah, fine. Nosy little squirt"

Your angry mumbles don't bother her at all. She plods over and plops her wide little rump right into your lap. She makes sure to wiggle her butt to make it snug and annoy you even more with her weird affection. Your urge to spank rises.

"Banchou class! You really are the strongest, Bieri! I haven't seen anyone with this before!"

The ass kissing is meh to you, what's more important is what the hell this imperial shit is about.

"What does this "Imperial" shit mean anyways? You do know, right? It's not some rare bullshit, is it?"

"Oh, Imperial class. That's not unusual like Banchou is...but not a lot of people want those kinds of classes. It's not always so easy to follow that kind of demanding path. It's a power class, and you have to be able to lead and stuff."

...Now that I think about it, being a Banchou does involve leading lesser delinquents, bossing the around, and taking tribute. The term "Banchou" is derived from an old military position, from what little I actually know. I was never that involved with Rokujo's other nerr-do-wells and wannabe's enough to claim I led anyone. I just got my fucking money and beat the shit out of anyone who challenged me. Those were the days alright...I still have to beat up Kurosaki-san when I get back home and show her who's boss.

"...If there's someone we know who has a similar class type to you, it's Knight-Captain Blackwell, I think."

Ugh, being compared to that stubborn-ass knight-woman is really fucking irritating. If I didn't slap the shit out of her earlier, she would have let herself get her soul sucked out from not fulfilling a deal with the devil sort of baloney. That price wasn't that hard to pay even! She was just being an obstinate bitch about it because she was mad her friends died because of that deal. She's nice to look at and all, but as soon as she opens her mouth, everything turns to shit. Stupid Blackwell!

Looking at my card. I notice my ability has no name. Do I have to name it myself or something, or maybe I should just wait...

Whatever, it's getting dark. Charlotte lets out a little yawn, showing her pointy little canines as she does and leans into you.

Shoving her off, you realize maybe it's a good idea if someone takes watch for the night, and we switch shifts. It is pretty barren up here though. I wonder if anything is even living nearby?

>Let's sleep in shifts, You sleep first
>Let's sleep in shifts, have fun staying up late, tater tot
>What's the worst that could happen? There's no-one around
>Write In

>>2038239
>>Let's sleep in shifts, You sleep first

>>2038239
>>Let's sleep in shifts, You sleep first

>>2038239
>Let's sleep in shifts, You sleep first

>>2038239
>>Let's sleep in shifts, You sleep first

>>2038239
>>2038265
>>2038303
>>2038309
>>2038365
>Let's sleep in shifts, You sleep first

"I just realized that we're out in the wilderness right now in magical fantasy bullshit land."

"What does that mean, boss?"

Charlotte is looking at you quizzically, more awake now that she was just a moment ago. You give her plump belly a smack, signalling to her it's time to hop off your dick.

"It means it's time for bed, chub-chub. We sleep in shifts tonight. Move your ass"

"B-but I wanted to sleep with y-I mean nevermind, I'm going Boss."

Charlotte scurries off into the tent deliberately, with her tail between her legs and her hands rubbing her slapped-up stomach as she heads off to bed. Once she disappears from view and turns the lantern inside the tent off, you poke the fire a bit and get back into a proper Yanki squat. You close your eyes an absorb the warmth from the fire for a brief moment.

"AND DON'T FUCKING SLEEP THROUGH YOUR SHIFT YOU LITTLE TURD!"

"Y-yes Boss!"

Taking a relaxed, but alert poise, you tried to listen to hear anything that might approach that needs the attention of your bat-club, New York no Shinbatsu. The wind whips enough to make a sound as you try to be at ease for once.

Roll for night activities. I'll take the first three rolls.

Rolled 16 (1d100)

>>2038399

Rolled 97 (1d100)

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Rolled 70 (1d100)

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Rolled 46 (1d100)

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>>2038399
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>>2038418
>Rolled 97: All quiet on the western front

The night ends up not having much in the way of activity. Nothing happens.

I'm pretty fucking bored, but I'll be damned if I let a coyote or somethin' eat my little fuzzy marshmallow girl as a midnight snack!

Keeping one eye open and focused to look around, you notice your hair is in your face more than usual. Fuck that. Pulling out your comb, you proceed to get-a-combin'. Appearance is a major part of respect and authority, after all.

I can't remember the last time I let my hair get this messed up. After quitting the baseball team, I let it grow out from my usual, pragmatic crew cut. One of the biggest changes I went through embracing the delinquent style was growing it long enough to make a pompadour. I wouldn't say it looks fucking amazing, but it agrees with my hair, which is naturally wild. My brother has the same quality, and his is a little too fluffy in my opinion after he grew his out.

"...Fuckin' hell..."

I just remembered, I had a new electric razor coming in that I ordered before getting run the fuck over. It was originally to prevent getting a neck-beard and let my little goatee be kempt, but I was fixing to use that shit to prank my little bro into doing something about his mop-top after some schemin'.

I was going to do that prank where you sneak up behind a fucker and shave off some hair.

The idea of doing that puts a big grin on my face, imagining the reactions. Johnny would have gotten so fucking pissed! It would have been perfect! He would have to cut that shit up after that to avoid looking like he had a bald spot.

God damn it. I need to get home.

To spite you, a clump of your hair falls into your face. Damn hair. Your rockabilly-do has been conditioned to form a pompadour on command, but it's been a whole week since you've greased that shit up. It's starting to fall apart without enough adhesion. You should probably find an alternative soon.

Maybe Charlotte has a solution. Oh, here she comes. It's your turn to sleep.

Roll to sleep.

Rolled 83 (1d100)

>>2038399
What can go wrong?

Rolled 79 (1d100)

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Rolled 23 (1d100)

>>2038552
Nightmare incoming

Rolled 26 (1d100)

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>>2038552
>>2038557
>>2038566
>>2038587

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Ouch. My head really hurts!

I've woken up in a dark room, laying down on some kind of altar or something. It's too dark to tell how big this room is. There is a constant, annoying clicking that steadily racks my brain, along with other mechanical sounds. It's like a machine putting in work. I know the noise well. Nearby, there's a table with all sorts of pointy things to my left! I wonder what those are for... Attempting to touch my aching head proves to be impossible. What's this?

Looking down at my arms, their all tied up. My legs are too. Tied up is the best description, more like shackled and chained up. Yeah, that's more accurate. There's also a very large spike sticking out of my chest. Well that's not good!

I'm not one for being bound to anything. It's time to bust out of this and do my own thing! Not that I even know what's next yet...I don't even know where I am!

Roll to bust out. Best of three.

Rolled 87 (1d100)

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Rolled 39 (1d100)

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Rolled 85 (1d100)

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>>2038688
Lottie is getting slapped later

>>2038688
>>2038709
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>>2038712
>DC ??: Rolled 87 - Oh I think I've got this!

I can feel my muscles burning as I try to rip these restraints off. Hey! my dominant right arm is showing some success! These tight locks are pretty tough though, I'm pretty confident in my upper body strength.

I manage to wiggle the vice around my wrist off it's hinges a little bit more...

A blue glow fills my field of vision. Just as my arm is about to break free, a rough, strong grip grabs my arm and slams it down back to the altar.

"So you've awoken. I've been waiting for you."

"Oh, it's you."

The man above me has pushed my arm back in place, leaning over the table slightly. Looking down at me, I can see his glowing blue eyes shine through the dark from underneath his hood.

Removing his covering, I am repulsed by his brass-colored face. It is a dull metal, except for those eyes, and those teeth that hide underneath cold, hard "lips". Eugh...

"I had overheard of your attempt to avoid me. You were not planning on honoring our deal. I had a hunch this would be the case."

"No, you've got it all wrong. I just wanted to talk it out wi-"

+YOU LIE.+

His voice becomes an obnoxious, grating monotone with a wonky reverb. It fills the room with his ugly, unpleasant droning of a sound. I'm really starting to hate this guy, even though we're co-workers.

"See, this is why you'll never get a girl into you. Your way too-"

+SILENCE.+

This guy is so annoying...so...boring!

"I've heard enough out of your inane chatter. I hope your ready to hand over what you promised."

I try to shake out of my restraints, before feeling a terrible pain through my chest. The spike is glowing!

"Preparing something like this was not easy. Creatures like you are not fully bound in this realm are quite the conundrum. To think I would have to consult with another for assistance.

"Treion?"

+WHO ELSE WOULD POSSIBLY KNOW.+

I have to try to convince him to let me go. It's a long shot, but I really don't want to give up this special gift...Better act fast, he's cleaning his hands up with water.

"You know, my darling is going to be pretty upset when he finds out what you did."

+I DISAGREE+

-he does not care for you. Nor does anyone else. You are alone in your insane urges and I will enjoy this greatly. Our master has given me full permission to examine every crevice of your body, so long as I put it back together perfectly. It will certainly be interesting, I've never investigated an explanatory body."

Whatever he did to me, there's no escape. Damn...

"This is gonna hurt huh?"

The bonds are tightened again as pain pores into my chest again.

"Do not worry, I will not kill you, nor will I displace anything. Just cause you pain. Great and terrible pain. Such is the will of the Daemon King. Think of it not as punishment for your insubordination, but your re-initiation ceremony. Scheherazade."

"I hate you."

I can feel ice cold hands slice through me. Billy, where are you?

>Cont.

>>2038835
Robo-Dude dun fucked up

>>2038835

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I was having that one really weird dream again. The one where I'm only a little shithead, running away from my mother, who is a caricature of herself, and more like a monster with long, vile hands. I try to flee on my shitty little boy legs forever, but end up getting grabbed by monster-mom and dunked into the water over and over and my skin starts to melt off. In dream land, the bathwater is lava. I wonder if there were others that hated bath time as much as I did when I was 2?

Waking up, I realize I've fallen down on solid rock. Where in the fuck am I? Looking around, the land is unfamiliar, so I get up and walk around to try to figure out what the fuck happened. I'm still on the mountain. FUCK! I was sleepwalking again, wasn't I. Damn it! I was really hoping I would have a better night's sleep. Maybe using Charlotte like an extra fluffy pillow was the trick?...Naaaah!

After peeking around the steep pathways of the mountain, you end up coming across a cave in a canopy of stone. Peering inside, there is a dull gleam in the dim, pre-morning light within the cave. It looks like a mine as ore shines on the walls. That's awesome, except for the fact you just want to get back to camp.

"CHAR-LOOOOTTE!!!!!!"


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That's it for tonight. I'll be back on Sunday to continue the quest at 12:00PM EST. Thanks for waiting for me guys. I appreciate it.

>>2038894
Gnight T-kun

>Shara getting examined
Doujin when?

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>>2038239
>>Looking at my card. I notice my ability has no name. Do I have to name it myself or something, or maybe I should just wait...

That should be obvious.
It should be called "Battery"
Cannot stop it

>>2038894
After once again sleepwalking, while setting up camp after hiking up a mountain no less, you've managed to end up waking up somewhere completely unfamiliar. Upon waking up, after a little walking, there is now a mine of sorts wedged into the one of the natural enclosures of the mountain range. It's still very early in the morning, the sun not quite coming out just yet, but the sky has grown just a little lighter than it was before you finished sleeping in your shift.

Right now, you've somehow managed to slip past the little girl that was supposed to be on watch and separated yourself from camp.

I'm lost, and there's a mine here. What the fuck do I do now? Should probably be figuring out how the fuck I got here and find my way back. I was asleep, I couldn't have gone too far from camp. Right? Either way, Charlotte and I are having some fucking words later. She's supposed to be on watch!

You had just called out to her a moment ago, letting your voice bounce off the stony walls of the surrounding rock faces. There was no immediate response. Maybe you need to call out again? It's still possible for you to turn up the volume...

>CHARLOTTE!!!!!!!!!!!
>Forget her, I'll find the way back myself
>I'll take a look inside this mine first
>Write In

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Welcome back everybody. Thanks again for waiting for me.

>>2043024
>>CHARLOTTE!!!!!!!!!!!

>>2043024
>I'll take a look inside this mine first

>>2043024
>I'll take a look inside this mine first.

>>2043024
>CHARLOTTE!!!!!!!!!!!

Rolled 2 (1d2)

>>2043024
>>2043027
>>2043031
>>2043056
>>2043076
>CHARLOTTE!!!!!!!!!
>I'll take a look inside this mine first

Rollin.

>>2043092
>I'll take a look inside this mine first

God damn it Charlotte! Freaking letting me wander off in my sleep. Fuck this shit, I need to calm my nerves. Looking around at the surrounding cliff side is making me angry....I think I'm going to check out this mine as a distraction.

Cracking your neck and grunting, you head inside the mine shaft. It is cool and damp, and surrounded by several kinds of ore. It doesn't look particularly valuable, it must be common. As you continue on, the volume of the discolored stone increases in concentration. Your footsteps echo in the hard, tight space.

You've walked the tunnel for a good twenty minutes now, having not seen any other paths other than this very long shaft which you continue to walk. Tracks have begun to appear on the floor, old and decrepit. There must be a mine-cart nearby, if it hasn't been lost or broken by time.

The path only seems to continue, but it seems like there's more to be seen. If there is a track set up, that means something might still be living here. Maybe.

There's only one problem, the longer you continue, the more time you'll be separated from your only party member, and the more time you'll be lost. And the more time you'll waste instead of heading on westward...

Should I turn back?

>Head back. We can come back to explore at a later date.
>Keep going, but only until I find a mine cart or something like that.
>Keep going. I'm in no rush.
>Write In

>>2043102
>Head back. We can come back to explore at a later date.

>>2043102
>>2043120
>Head back. We can come back to explore at a later date.

As much as you'd like to see if there really is a sign of life in this otherwise abandoned mine. Now is not the time. For all you no, Charlotte is looking for you.

Letting out a deep breath, you are a little disappointed by the fact that there was nothing of interest in the mineshaft, other than some tracks of some sort along the ground and some ores on the walls. It's kind of a let-down.

Stomping back, it takes you another twenty minutes to get back. You are greeted by brighter sunlight, and a panicked little girl looking around the area you woke up in. Noticing you, her little ears, which are exposed now that she took her hat off, twitch and she turns to you. It's Charlotte.

"Bieri! I found you! I was super worried!"

It's hard to stay mad at her when she quickly runs over to you with her little legs and hugs you, not ready to let go for a while.

"I was doing the exercises you showed me, and I went to check on you, and you were gone!" I went looking around on the trail, and that's when I heard you call my name. I made my way up here. I was sure you were here!'

It seems she had gotten a lead after hearing your voice with her fluffy animal ears. You scold her for not paying attention and letting you wander off, and leave it at that. Something needs to be done about this sleepwalking problem.

The two of you walk back to camp, Charlotte guiding you back from whence the two of you came. Apparently, the way to the mine was at a fork earlier, in an out of the way area. It's very easy to miss unless you're able to see over the rock covering the secluded area.

You have the nagging gut-feeling someone might be living in the mine, and discuss it with Charlotte on the way back. You aren't a fantasy buff or anything, but it's almost common knowledge that Dwarves and Elves are a thing. A mine would be the perfect place for the former to live.

"Bieri. I...I'm not sure what your talking about. I've never heard of a "Dwarf" before...At least the one's your describing."

WHAT!? No way!

The shocking news puts you into an absolute state of disbelief.


The two of you head back to camp and clean up, packing your shit. Fortunately, Charlotte has warmed herself up already, prepping herself for the climbing you promised to do.

This might be difficult, while you are confident in your strength, you haven't been rock-climbing in a long time. You might be a little rusty. The biggest issue will most certainly be your little helper. While she does provide the equipment necessary to set up a two-man belay, her stubby little arms and legs coupled with her pudginess will prove to make climbing much harder for her. Now is the time to pray that her animal qualities will help her out.

You manage to set up the belay for the two of you over a relatively high cliff after securing yourselves. Here goes nothing.

Roll to climb. Best of five.

Rolled 10 (1d100)

>>2043213
No dwarves? Interesting. What about elves?

Rolled 55 (1d100)

>>2043213

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Rolled 63 (1d100)

>>2043213
MANLY!

Rolled 79 (1d100)

>>2043213

>>2043231
>>2043258
>>2043259
I swear if the next roll is a 80+

Rolled 10 (1d100)

>>2043213
Yosh

>>2043213
>>2043227
>>2043231
>>2043258
>>2043259
>>2043287

>DC 65: Rolled 79 - We made pretty good time so far.

You've made it up the next few cliffs in a decent amount of time. Charlotte is small and round, but thankfully she's a half decent climber. Even though she can handle it pretty well, you have to take one too many breaks. The girl would much rather be munching on something than climbing, that's for sure. Hopefully she gets into better shape and gains some endurance soon. She needs to be able to rely on herself more instead of you having to shoulder her tubby ass so she can be a credit to the team here.

After climbing atop the last cliff, you take a quick break as you wait for Charlotte. Looking towards the sun, it seems to be a little bit after noon. Putting a hand over your eyes to shield them from the harsh light, you take in the awesome view high up over the ground.

Looking around, not too far from here, there is a figure in the distance, a little farther from where you are, up the mountain and nearby to some kind of fairly tall, non-mountain structure. The silhouette of a person is clearly in the middle of something, and you want to go check it out. It doesn't seem threatening.

From what I can tell, the silhouette is vaguely in the shape of...

>A tall, lanky guy
>A buff looking man
>Short and scrawny, like a kid
>It's more petite, maybe a woman?

Should I investigate?

>Yes
>No, let's keep going. Sunlight is a-burning.


____________________________________________________________________________________
Sorry for the delay. I should be good to go now guys.

>>2043434
>Short and scrawny, like a kid

Should I investigate?

>No, let's keep going. Sunlight is a-burning

Why i'm sundely thinking on "The Hills Have Eyes" movie?

Rolled 1 (1d4)

>>2043434
Gonna roll for the first choice because I like the randomness of the encounter. It's a little weird to be able to control such details in the narrative, at least to me. Don't get me wrong, it's a cool mechanic, and I'm interested to see what happens, but it isn't one I personally want to make a decision for, hence the rolling.
>A tall, lanky guy: 1
>A buff looking man: 2
>Short and scrawny, like a kid: 3
>It's more petite, maybe a woman: 4

Otherwise:
>Yes, let's check it out.

>>2043434
>It's more petite, maybe a woman?
>Yes

>>2043434
>>A buff looking man

Rolled 1 (1d4)

>>2043434
let's let the dice decide
>No, let's keep going. Sunlight is a-burning.
we can check it out later

>>2043434
>A tall, lanky guy

We have had party members of the other body types, might as well fill out the list.

Rolled 2 (1d4)

>>2043481
Doing the same
>A tall, lanky guy: 1
>A buff looking man: 2
>Short and scrawny, like a kid: 3
>It's more petite, maybe a woman: 4

>>2043434
>A buff looking man
>Yes

Rolled 1 (1d2)

>>2043477
>>2043481
>>2043506
>>2043512
>>2043513
>>2043517
>>2043544
>>2043665
>A tall, lanky guy
>A buff looking man

>Yes
Rollin.

>>2043434
>>A buff looking man
Say hi to the lumberjack
>>Yes

>>2043683
>>2043688
>A buff looking man
>Yes

Votes trump the dice gods, going with this.

>>2043700
Phew. That was close. No wendigos here no sirree!

>>2043700
>A buff looking man
>Yes

Out in the distance, next to a tall, post like structure, there is a also a beefy-looking dude with thick arms standing there, looking over something in his hands. It's interesting, and taking a real break so you don't have to put up with Charlotte's ineptitude at stamina would be a good change of pace.

"Funyaa~"

Speaking of the diminutive, fluffy devil. Charlotte finally catches up to you. She's panting and sweats a little bit from exerting her ungainly body up a sheer cliff face. You grab her from the edge and haul her up. Before she gets a chance to say anything, you unstrap her and yourself from your make-shift belaying equipment and head over to the stranger over yonder. Time to investigate.

"Let's go, Lottie."

"O-okay Boss."

The tired girl follows you unsteadily as the two of you follow the unpaved pathway to the top of the mountain.

As you get closer to your target, you start to realize that the big, muscular man on the mountain is no ordinary muscular man. He looks like a bird, but also a man. A bird man? Another demi-human, perhaps?

He is certainly a guy, but he also has white feathers, a beak for a mouth, and a very large pair of wings folded on his back. Thankfully, his appearance is not uncanny enough to be disturbing to look at, being half-man, half-bird. He has a big dufflebag-like sack hanging from his front, and papers in his hand. He has a nice looking red and white outfit on that allows him some freedom for his extra appendages.

The post that you had seen earlier is like some kind of storage, with several boxes attached to the outside and all sorts of text and symbols on them. Is this some kind of mailbox or something?

Charlotte stays quiet, though she acknowledges one of her partially-human kin is also here. She's usually quiet most of the time, letting you talk for her, but you are surprised she hasn't commented on the man-bird up here.

As you approach, the bird guy is very aware of your presence, calls out to you. His voice has a serious tone to it. He seems to lack the same level of humor, but his physique reminds you of an even more swole demi-human lizardfolk.

"I wasn't expecting company all the way up here. Especially not from a human."

He was quick to acknowledge your presence. Was he expecting you?

>What are you, some kind of mailman?
>How did you know we were coming?
>And I wasn't expecting a bird dude out here.
>Write In

>>2043753
>Write In
"But you were expecting someone? Who are you?

>>2043753
>>And I wasn't expecting a bird dude out here.

>>2043753
>>And I wasn't expecting a bird dude out here.
Give him some bread if we have some

>>2043753
>>2043766
>>2043772
>>2043779
>Clever +1
>And I wasn't expecting a bird dude out here.

"Hey Charlotte, do you have any bread on you? Or maybe some feed? Because I wasn't expecting a bird dude out here."

"B-Boss!"

Charlotte seems to be a little embarrassed after that joke. You can't tell if the bird guy found your quip funny or not, but he's not laughing.

"You no-wings are a rude bunch. We do all this hard delivery work day-in and day-out, and yet you still mock us. It's a miracle you humans are still alive after all this time."

Hey! No one talks smack about me. Even if it's a generalized group that includes me in it!

"Tch. You're gettin' paid for a living aren't you? I don't see the need to complain, delivery boy. I've never seen you any of you deliver mail until now anyways! You aren't slacking off are you?"

The man is looking at you now, with his large, round yellow eyes. You think he's about to continue some banter, with the aggravated look on his face, but then it slacks up into mild curiosity.

"You haven't seen any of us?...You wouldn't happen to be one of those Silver Kingdom residents, would you? Tell me hotshot, where are you from?"

He is a little bit incredulous . You remember Kauss saying something about the mail system in Prontia being different from the one everyone else uses. It seems the jurisdiction of the Silver Crown doesn't accept bird-men to do the deliveries.

This is a complicated question to answer. What should you tell him about your place of origin? Dropping that you're from another realm completely straight up might be a little too heavy right now in situation.

>[Honest] I'm from another world
>I'm from a place called Japan, you've probably never heard of it
>I was staying in Prontia not long ago, we just blew that popsicle stand
>Write In

>>2043961
>>[Honest] I'm from another world
But we just came from Prontia

>>2043961
>[Honest] I'm from another world
>Its a long story and involves getting hit by a truck.

>>2043961
>>I was staying in Prontia not long ago, we just blew that popsicle stand
but
>I'm from a place called Japan, you've probably never heard of it

>>2043961
>>[Honest] I'm from another world
>>Its a long story and involves getting hit by a truck.

>>2043961
>>2043966
>>2043970
>>2043971
>>2043978
>[Honest] I'm from another world
>Its a long story and involves getting hit by a truck.

Your about to enlighten this fool on the fact that your from another goddamn world. The only thing is that, he doesn't seem to have any inclination to believe you, judging on first impressions. He seems to be vary wary of you on account of your own assholishness.

Roll to be believable. Taking the first roll.

Rolled 50 (1d100)

>>2044062

>>2044065
Well... he probably believes we've sustained some sort of head injury.

>>2044093
Or we're just being sarcastic

>>2044065
Well i guess he believes we came from Prontia at least. Since we will bitch about Blackwell to him.

>>2044062
>Honest +3
>DC 50: Rolled 50 - Damn, well now I'm a lunatic.

"I'm not from around here. In fact I'm actually from another world. It's a long story involves getting hit by a truck."

The bird man drops his serious look and proceeds to stare in bewilderment, unblinkingly so. Despite your best attempts to seem truthful, that's a little too much for him.

"Another world? A truck? I have no idea what in in Prontus' name you're talking about..."

The bird man does his best to grab his things as quickly as possible. It seems you've made him uncomfortable. He wants out.

"Now I know you're crazy. Now it's time for me to leave. I don't have time for lunatics."

He takes a parcel out from his bag and places it on one of the flat surfaces of the mail post he stands at. He makes sure to wave it towards Charlotte.

"Lady Marchette these are for you, since you so happen to conveniently be here. Please do everyone a favor and take your crazed human with you down from this mountain, before he hurts himself and others."

"Um..Okay?"

Charlotte is a little confused, not expecting to get any mail. You're getting kind of pissed off that this guy is lookin' down on you. Goddamn it birdman! It's time to tell him what's good. You don't get very far before you're cut off.

"Whoa, buddy did you just call me-"

The bird-man proceeds to run off the top of the mountain before you can even say anything, and flex his mighty wings into the air. With a very big jump, he takes off into the air, far away as your anger starts to well up.

"GET BACK HERE YOU FEATHERY BASTARD!!"

Like that, the bird-man is gone, leaving you cursing and shaking your fist into the sky. You have questions now, while Charlotte reads her mail near the post. She seems to be aware of these bird people.

>Ask her about these bird demi-humans
>Ask about why there's a kingdom that doesn't let them deliver mail
>Try to sneak up on her an read her mail
>Write In

>>2044207
>>Ask her about these bird demi-humans
Fucking birdbrains

>>2044207
>>"LADY Marchette these are for you."
Mhmm, im sure this is a coincidence and not important at all.

>>2044207
How did we fail? We met the DC.
>Ask about why there's a kingdom that doesn't let them deliver mail

>>2044207
>>Ask her about these bird demi-humans

>>2044207
>>2044221
>>2044357
>>2044387
>>2044405
>Ask her about these bird demi-humans
>Ask about why there's a kingdom that doesn't let them deliver mail

Not taking your eyes off of the asshole who flew away, you ask Charlotte about his race.

"What was that guy anyways? He's not a demi-human I've seen before."

Charlotte quickly puts her parcel away and answers your question as best she can.

"Those are the Roc. I don't have too much to say other than the fact that they've got the traits of birds and stuff. Oh! They also have really good eyesight and memory. And their home is an island that floats!"

Before Charlotte can think of anything else to say, there is a loud grumbling that comes from her. Shaking your head, you continue to joke around.

"Do they see as well as you can eat?"

________________________________________________________________________


The two of you take a break while your here. Charlotte eats quite a bit, but makes sure to follow her diet without eating sweets and confections. She did in fact have bread on her. The two of you make some small talk.

Apparently, those bird men deliver the mail all over the world except for one kingdom. You have to sign up to be able to receive mail, and they handle the rest. They're able to collectively remember the faces, names and locations of thousands of people and outposts to deliver everything from their flying island. The so-called Silver Kingdom refuses their service, in a recent development, apparently. Something with the decree of the crown. Interesting.

It would seem that Charlotte already gets mail and you need to fill out the paperwork if you want deliveries. It doesn't matter to you either way, but it might be useful later. You wonder why the stupid birdbrain called Lottie "Lady" earlier. She's too much of a squirt to be called something so elegant. Especially when she's ramming food into her face and wagging her tail like an animal as she does so. Hmmm...

After taking a lunch break, the two of you begin to continue trekking. Hopefully now that your hungry raccoon-dog girl has been fed, she'll be able to pick up the pace.

Roll to continue through the mountains. Best of five.

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>>2044387
Gotta exceed the DC, that's my rule, at least

Rolled 81 (1d100)

>>2044471
Nat 1 pls

Rolled 91 (1d100)

Rolled 45 (1d100)

>>2044471

Rolled 90 (1d100)

>>2044471
Wooooooooo

Rolled 70 (1d100)

>>2044471

>>2044471
>>2044489
>>2044490
>>2044510
>>2044512
>>2044535
>DC 65: Rolled 91 - C'mon Charlotte, I know you can do better than this...

Grabbing the next rock, your are almost over yet another hump. You've climbed several today, but still there doesn't seem to be an end in sight. It's disappointing after doing so much work today. Securing the belay, you give Charlotte the guarantee that she'll be safe climbing up. The little girl proceeds to climb. It's much better than before, but it would be nice if she could be just a little faster. She's starting to come up now.

Taking your attention away from the fuzzy muffin with legs, you look to the sky as it suddenly feels a little darker around you.

Looking up to the sky you can tell it's about to rain really hard. The black clouds have rolled in, looking into the distance. They'll be here in another hour.

I've gotta find a way to motivate this girl to keep

"LOTTIE, YOU LITTLE TURD, HURRY UP BEFORE WE GET RAINED ON!!!!"

"Y-yes Boss!"

She doesn't seem to be moving much faster. C'mon little girl, I know you can do better than this. I'm not ready to get caught in whatever the hell is coming down.

"LOTTIE, IF YOU DON'T GET YOUR ASS UP HERE RIGHT NOW, I'M GOING TO SPANK YOUR ASS!!!!!"

You are surprised by Charlotte's outburst. You're almost proud of her for standing up for herself.

"Y-YOU ALWAYS WANNA S-SPANK ME!!!! IT'S. NOT. FAIR!!!!"

She's starting to cry an blubber again as she clings to the rocks. Son of a bitch. You don't really want to spank her, but there's no other motivator for her that works so damned good. I guess it's fair to hear her out.

"THEN TELL ME WHAT YOU WANT INSTEAD. AND DON'T SAY "FEED ME" YOU LITTLE TUB OF LARD!!!!"

The little demi-human stops crying long enough to figure out what she wants. It must be a tough decision for her while food is off the table.

"...I want...I want..."

You gesture to her to let it out.

"RUB MY BELLY!"

...Are you fucking serious? Are you a fucking dog!?

>Nope, your getting spanked!
>Fine you little weirdo. You better haul some serious ass though!
>Write In

>>2044791
>Fine you little weirdo. You better haul some serious ass though!
Gotta make some concessions occasionally. We did get her blown up.

>>2044791
>Fine you little weirdo. You better haul some serious ass though!

>>2044791
>>Nope, your getting spanked!

>>2044791
>>Fine you little weirdo. You better haul some serious ass though!

>>2044791
>why not both?

>>2044791
>Fine you little weirdo. You better haul some serious ass though!

>>2044791
>>2044821
>>2044830
>>2044832
>>2044835
>Fine you little weirdo. You better haul some serious ass though!

"NO WAY IN H-"

Before you can complete the thought, you briefly consider the one time you weren't able to save Charlotte. It fills you with guilt. One belly rub won't make up for that, but it might ease your conscience just a little.

"FINE, YOU LITTLE WEIRDO!! YOU BETTER HAUL SOME SERIOUS ASS THOUGH!!"

"W-What? R-Really?"

Even Charlotte is surprised you agreed. She really just throw that last suggestion out there. As soon as she gets over her state of pleasant surprise, she pulls a ton of resolve right out of her fat ass.

"IKU ZO!!!!"

Mimicking one of your own foreign battle-cries, the girl begins to clamber up the wall as if she was a squirrel. She easily makes big leaps from one stone crevice to another, making it look very easy. Damn you Charlotte, I knew you were holding out on me. She can climb like a fucking rodent.

It's only a few minutes before Charlotte makes it up the wall. She's still a little out of breath, but seems to be ready to continue, having gotten some momentum after you promised to give her an odd show of affection.

"I'm ready Bieri!"

You've never seen her so confident before!

The two of you cover a very large amount of the mountain range, before the dark clouds roll in. Charlotte as the lead belayer accelerates the process greatly now that she scurries up several cliffs without to much effort and no breaks. The little girl really wants that fucking belly rub. You hadn't thought you'd be able to make it towards the end of this range, but you can see the base of the mountain now. It's barren, but still quite the sight. The arid wasteland of the west is close now. You just need to descend the mountain.

Oh and you need to find some shelter. It's not just raining, it's hailing. Hard. One of the hailstones that smacks into your back feels like a fucking baseball, and that shit hurts!

"Bieri! over here!"

Charlotte has shown her resourcefulness and the two of you slip into a crevice on the side one of the mountains that can guard from the hail. It's quite roomy. Plenty of space to camp out the storm. It doesn't seem to be letting up anytime soon, unfortunately. The two of you will probably have to settle here for now.

Letting out a deep sigh of effort, you sit down cross-legged. You're pretty sore now from all that climbing. Charlotte, not missing any opportunities to harass you, plops her chunky butt into your lap once more. The action elicits an irritated grumble.

"Ready to rub my tummy now?"

There is a hint of self satisfaction through her panting. You can't help but feel like she played you, after showing such proficiency minutes ago after getting you to do what she wanted. Letting your underling take advantage of you like this is not a good feeling.

>Not until we get to town, you little sneak
>Lets get it over with
>How about I spank you for holding out on me like?
>Write In

>>2045126
>>How about I spank you for holding out on me like?

>>2045126
>How about I spank you for holding out on me like?
But
>Lets get it over with

>>2045126
>>How about I spank you for holding out on me like?
>Seriously, where the hell'd that come from?! That was way too good for your complaining earlier.

>>2045136
>Still give her the belly rub, but interrogate her about that sudden burst of skill. What the hell, man?

>>2045126
>Lets get it over with
>How about I spank you for holding out on me like?
We did promise, but we need to show her that holding out on us for stupid reasons is stupid.

>>2045126
>>How about I spank you for holding out on me like?
>>Lets get it over with

>>2045126
>>2045130
>>2045134
>>2045136
>>2045186
>>2045266
>>2045304
>How about I spank you for holding out on me like...?
>Seriously, where the hell'd that come from?! That was way too good for your complaining earlier.
>Lets get it over with

There is a moment of silence between the two of you. Charlotte is so pleased with herself, but that happiness turns into despair when she realizes her plump belly isn't being massaged.

"Uh-oh..."

Charlotte attempts to scamper out of your lap as quickly as she can. Unfortunately, she's too tired to get away before you grab her by her tail.

"Eeeep!"

Dragging her back to you, the little girl is already blubbering and tearing up.

"How about I spank you for holding out on me like I'm some kind of fucking idiot!?"

"N-n-no! It's not like that!"

Ignoring her, you drag her back, but this time in the position she has become very afraid of. Once again, you hold her up by her round, ringed tail just enough that her butt is in the air, ready to get smacked.

"Seriously, what the hell Charlotte? What was with that burst of skill? That was far too good compared to the way you were complaining earlier!"

"I just*hic* I just wanted to be cool! You alwa-*sniffle*always save the day in the end. I wanna be like you!"

I can't tell if she's being honest, or just trying to pull my heartstrings. Fuck. How do I handle this. She's like the little sister I never had or wanted. Sort of. Or maybe she's a little like my brother? In a way that is true. My brother's not completely hopeless though, thanks to my influence.

"Look Lottie, do your best all the time, don't try to act cool to get my attention or whatever. Got it?"

"Y-yes Boss."

After scolding her, you make good on your word and rub her tummy. It is incredibly supple and pleasant to the touch as you rub and scratch her belly like she was a dog. Her tears stop falling and she experiences euphoric joy as you touch her. She absolutely loves it. The attention to her midsection causes her to lay out and writhe, much like a puppy would having it's own belly rubbed. Happy noises come out of her as she coos with her eyes closed and a little drool coming out of her mouth, which sits between a pair of flush cheeks now. What a little freak she is! At least you've learned something about her: she likes her big belly rubbed. It suits her, considering how much she spoils it with food. Freaking fatty!

It isn't long before your reluctant pampering causes the little girl to fall asleep. You end up having to set up camp yourself, and depositing your precious charge into the tent. Hope she doesn't mind not wearing her cute little pajamas to sleep tonight.

It's time to take the first watch. This area is a little harder to get to, but you want to be sure none of these magical bullshit artists come out and kill you in your sleep. You can rest easy in your own room in an inn tomorrow.

Roll to watch camp.

Rolled 65 (1d100)

>>2045344

Rolled 39 (1d100)

>>2045344

Rolled 80 (1d100)

>>2045344

>>2045344
>>2045348
>>2045352
>>2045372
>Rolled 80: - Hey, I got something.

Another boring night. Good thing Charlotte found this spot. It's secluded enough that there's nothing that can probably hurt us, especially in this brutal hail. It's also thundering and lightning outside quite violently, evidence this is no normal storm. Looking out into the sky reveals all sorts of strange colors hanging in the darkness, lighting up the sky like an aurora. It's quite pretty.

Seriously though, the sound of the hail hitting the mountain is loud as fuck, almost as loud as the thunder!...wait a minute. This isn't hail anymore. There are most certainly rocks falling from the sky now. The sound is loud as shit!

It's a goddamn meteor shower!

Before you can finish contemplating the sky falling down, a large stray chunk heads right to your position at the entrance to the little cavern in which you reside. Leaping out of the way guarantees you don't get a concussion when the big stone smashes into the location you once were in. That was a close call. It digs into the ground slightly, having come in hot at a sharp angle. It has an odd glow to it, burning purple rather than red while heated up. Weird.

You've never watched a meteor shower before, nor have you had the benefit of seeing a strange stone about half the size of a bowling ball almost hit you. After blowing on the meteor a bit, it cools down and becomes a shiny black color. Neat.

>Obtained: Meteorite

The meteors have ceased falling, but there is still a mighty storm brewing. This can't be natural. It might be best if you turned in for the night, to avoid getting hit by something else out there. That would be bad.

Squeezing into the two man tent feels like a one men tent right about now. Fortunately, Charlotte is tucked in on the other side, giving you enough room to curl up next to her in your own cot. No late time cuddles for you missy.

Roll to sleep.

Rolled 56 (1d100)

>>2045403

Rolled 38 (1d100)

>>2045403

Rolled 29 (1d100)

>>2045403
NIGHT NIGHT

Rolled 4 (1d100)

>>2045403

Rolled 20 (1d100)

>>2045403
*Snoring Intensifies*

Rolled 29 (1d100)

>>2045403
Nat 1

Rolled 52 (1d100)

>>2045403
>>2045405
>>2045409
>>2045432
>>2045442
>>2045457
>>2045465
>>2045486


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The rumbling of my tummy wakes me up again. Ugh.This diet stuff sure is hard! At least I got Bieri to rub my tummy again. It was the best! He has such strong hands! I feel bad for tricking him into it though, but I was feeling lonely since he didn't want to sleep in the same tent and sleep in shifts. I just wanted him to think I was cool and useful!

Turning around, I notice that Bieri is here! Oh my gosh! Did I miss my shift!? A quick check of my timepiece from my bag says otherwise. Phew! I can rest easy knowing he won't try to spank me again.

Now that I think of it, it's raining pretty hard. I doubt anything will happen to us while we're off the ground this high.

I'm halfway rolling over, and I feel an arm wrap around me. Oh gosh! I feel giddy now that his hands are squeezing around me again...Is he still asleep?

His state of unconsciousness does nothing to stop this excited feeling I have when he holds me. I feel so warm and safe! Mmmm..

After getting over my own tranquil comfort, I realize he's flipped over. No! Come back Bieri! I just want attention! I try to wrap my own arms around his strong, hard body. Pay attention to me Boss! I realize that I had made a huge mistake far too late.
_______________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________
The sound of quiet sobbing wakes you from your slumber. You end up still in the tent, but not in your cot. Score! Sitting up from your weird position in the tent, you check on your little companion. Fuck, she is crying. I was hoping I was dreaming again.

"Lottie. You okay?"

"Noooooo..."

Her voice trails off. It's nasally, like she's holding her face. She'll live, that much is for sure at least. It's impossible to see anything, because she's curled up in a ball on her side, facing away from you. Aww shit. I think I fucked up now.

"Turn around and let me see it."

Charlotte slowly turns around and shows me what happened. Damn, that's a pretty good shiner. Shit, I'm so sorry little girl. I think I punched her in the eye. Thankfully, the dark coloring around her raccoon eyes hides the black eye I gave her pretty well.

I end up getting guilt tripped into rubbing her tummy again until she stops blubbering and falls back to sleep. God damn it. I was so excited that I didn't leave the tent. Oh well. At least her stomach feels nice.


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Sorry I was slow today guys. It was just one of those days again. Tomorrow should be better. I'll be back at 3:00PM EST to start again. Hope to see you all then.

Need to get my shit together. Should have more art stuff finished tomorrow, if it meets my standard, at least.

>>2045492
Thanks for running ohayo

Yo, Truck, just so you know, you fucked up the names for threads 5 and 5.1 in the archive. They don't show up when you search Delinquent Isekai

Make a fucking bat out of Meteorite or upgrade current bat, Seriously Meteorite is no joke and may be the difference between a legendary weapon and a normal bat.

>>2045492
For some reason i had the mental image of Lottie waking up with us shuffling in our sleep and decided to rub our hair in a motherly fashion.
Gonna see if a drawfag can get on this but no promises
>>2045792
I'll back this, but preferably have Charlotte appraise it first.

>>2045792

Or make Meteorite baseballs?

>>2045792
Meteorite Kanabo when?

>>2045492
Just found this quest, gotta give you props for making me like essentially 100% of the characters, I'm really impressed. Probably my favorite quest ATM, Charlotte might as well be a giant sack of sugar for how sweet she makes all of this.

>>2045492
That storm sure was something.

The two of you have begun to head down the mountain after the hailing resided and you packed everything up. There is not too much farther to go to get to sea-level again, but there are all sorts of pocket-marks all over the place now. Potholes created by the meteor storm litter the mountain you tread down. It makes getting a foothold rather treacherous, after breaking apart much of the trail.

It's not long after you're able to reach solid ground. Right now you stand in a dry, rocky plateau, overlooking the the sand towards your right and left. It's still quite early in the morning, after covering so much ground yesterday. Being ahead of schedule always feels good.

Charlotte has given you her map so you can figure out where to go. Having estimated using the map, you've put yourself between two towns you had planned to venture to. One of them is much closer, and you were able to see it when coming down in the wasteland. It was deeper in the sandy wasteland. The other is further south from here. It's too far away to see right now. The way you took down the mountain has allowed you to chose between the two settlements in a way that you can reach either before the end of the day.

Your little raccoon-girl is using her break to do her stretches and exercise. She's doing her best to impress you with her slightly improved form. Her left eye squints very slightly after swelling up, due to having elbowed her in the face the other night. You feel bad about it, and it bothers you that to have rolled over so much in your sleep. She seems to have gotten over it emotionally, and is all smiles when your eyes meet.

"Boss. I think we could go either way now. It might take all day to get to the town in the south, but I heard it's less gritty than the one to the north. Which way should we go?"

They aren't big towns, so it shouldn't matter too much, but time is wasting. Getting to the northern town would be much faster.

>Head North. I'm in a rush
>Head South. I don't mind walking. It's a nice day out
>Write In

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Welcome back everyone. Let's get started.

I'm glad I've been able to entertain you guys, but I still feel too inconsistent right now in some areas. Going to work hard on it this week to improve the experience.

>>2046280
>>Head South. I don't mind walking. It's a nice day out

Slow day eh?
>Head South. I don't mind walking. It's a nice day out

>>2046280
>Head North. I'm in a rush
FASTER

>>2046280
>>Head South. I don't mind walking. It's a nice day out
Those are always the best episodes

>>2046280
>>2046301
>>2046303
>>2046317
>>2046319
>Head South. I don't mind walking. It's a nice day out

The sun is shining, the clouds are breaking up, and the sand is...er sandy. It's time to take a trip down south. Charlotte seems to want to go south anyways, seeing as it's apparently a little more quaint. Gotta make up for smashing in a little girl's face.

"Let's go south then, I'll get you a milkshake when we get there, or whatever you people drink around here."

"Okay~"

The girl grabs her big backpack and the two of you set out where you think you should head to. It's not long before the little girl starts to hold your hand on the way down.

After quite a bit of walking the two of you see three ox-drawn carriages in the distance. There is a person driving each cart, and several people walking alongside it. Their forms flicker a bit from the strong sun, but you know you aren't crazy when your little helper pipes up.

"Hey look! Traders! I wonder if they'd do business if we stopped them..."

Maybe I should stop them? You wouldn't think twice about ignoring them if you didn't have a master shopper and haggler holding your hand, which is kind of sweaty now. She might get a sweet deal on something useful.

>Head over
>Ignore them, I want to get to town TODAY
>Write In

>>2046388
>Head over

>>2046388
>>Head over

>>2046388
>>Ignore them, I want to get to town TODAY

>>2046388
>>Head over

>>2046388
>>2046396
>>2046399
>>2046406
>>2046409
>Head over

After approaching the carriages with Charlotte, the people who had been surrounding the cargo are revealed to be mercenaries.

"YO, HOLD UP!"

Your loud voice puts the guards protecting the carriages on edge. A man in dark clothes festooned with all sorts of knives and pouches stops you. Some of them even draw your weapons.

"State your business."

"...Ehhhh?"

"Don't hesitate, or we will have quarrel with you."

Wow, there was no hesitation to try to fight you. Even though it's just you and this chubby little girl trailing behind you. What's got them strung up? Is this what a mercenary job is like?

>I want to do business
>Calm down pal, I ain't going to hurt you
>Can you tell me anything about where you're headed from?
>Write In

>>2046511
>>Calm down pal, I ain't going to hurt you

>>2046511
>Calm down pal, I ain't going to hurt you

>>2046511
>>Calm down pal, I ain't going to hurt you

>>2046511
AYO HOL UP
*frown eyebrows*
>Can you
*tighten fists*
>tell me anything
*smack Charlotte's butt*
>about where you're headed from?

>>2046511
>Your traders, right? Just wanted to see what you might be selling.

>>2046511
>Calm down pal, I ain't going to hurt you

>>2046527
Seconding

>>2046511
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>>2046529
>Calm down pal, I ain't going to hurt you

Damn bro, you need to chill. I'm just trying give you my money! Close up, the guy whose about to threaten you is shorter than you had initially thought. His build is lean, and he wears a covering over his mouth and head. It's like a turban to cover up from the sandy wind or something. Another similarly dressed man and a woman have come forward to provide back-up. You stand about a head over them. Not very scary guards.

"Calm down pal, I ain't going to hurt you. You're traders, right? Just wanted to see what you might be selling."

It doesn't seem to stop the man from wanting to start a fight. You are not naturally inclined to be reassuring and not intimidating, but it seems your earnest face bought you enough time for Charlotte to help you out. The little girl breathes heavily after finally catching up to you on her thick little legs. She wraps her arms around your leg and hug you as hard as possible while the mercenary guy watches.

"We just came here to see if you were selling, mister"

Her little enhancement to your inquiry seems to work. The guards are backing down a bit, before being interrupted by someone from within the carriage.

"Did someone say they were buying!?"

A little elderly man comes out. Or at least he sounds elderly. He has rat-like face and two large ears. His fur is black. Oh shit, he is a rat! Another fucking demi-human. Where the fuck are they all coming from?

His guards groan as he quickly gestures you to come over with a smirk that reveals his buck teeth. One of them is pure gold.

"Old, man, we've told you about a hundred times already, there are way too many highwaymen and raiders around to stop like this. To stop for anyone really."

"Nonsense! You can't let opportunities slip away like that. Anyways, a man who escorts a little Tanukin girl can be all bad."

Charlotte is taking a page out of his book and is rubbing her chubby cheek on your thigh as she holds you tight. Pushing the little opportunist off of you, the two of you pass by the guard, who has reluctantly let you pass by him.

What are you looking for, stranger? I mostly trade produce with the town north of here, but I do have some other stuff lying about. We have some weapons if you're interested, or maybe some adventuring gear?"

Thinking it over, maybe it would be good to get Charlotte more suitable means of attack. Perhaps she can contribute better to combat if she did so from a distance? You still need to train her in the ways of close quarters combat. Everyone should know how to do that much! Otherwise Charlotte should restock her own supplies and stay resourceful. And maybe ask if this rat-man has anything special for sale.

>Got weapons?
>Other stuff.
>Do you have anything special on you? I'll buy it at a high price.

>>2046660
>Other stuff.
>Do you have anything special on you? I'll buy it at a high price.

>>2046660
>>2046670
Supporting

>>2046660
>>Got weapons?

Something like club weapons, knuckleduster or chains?

>>2046660
>>Got weapons?
charlotte needs a gat

>>2046511
>Calm down pal, I ain't going to hurt you

>>2046660
>>Other stuff.
>>Do you have anything special on you? I'll buy it at a high price.

>>2046660
>Got weapons?
>Do you have anything special on you? I'll buy it at a high price.

>>2046660
>>2046670
>>2046672
>>2046674
>>2046675
>>2046677
>>2046678
>>2046725
>Got weapons?
>Do you have anything special on you? I'll buy it at a high price.

"Got weapons? Or maybe something special on you? I'll buy it at a high price."

At the mention of buying at a high price, the old rat smiles wide, showing off his golden tooth once again.

I a few items I'm willing to part with, but only one of them! I feel like I might be able to get a better price on them in Beaufore up north.

He shows you several very interesting items.

One is just a wishbone shaped stick. The demi-human says it can find the nearest source of water and will point the user towards it. Hmmm...sounds kind of familiar. It might be useful. Out west is a fucking desert wasteland.

Another is a big, white quill. The merchant isn't sure how to use this, but apparently the wielder of this quill was an elf. He claims he saw the clouds themselves move when this instrument was being scrawled with. That's a bold ass claim. Was the owner some kind of motherfucking sorcerer? The owner must have dropped it.

Last, but certainly not least, there is a firearm. It's small, maybe like a 22. sized rifle? It has no ammo and it's in very poor condition. He says this rifle in particular is a relic. However, all that aside, it's a gun. A. Fucking. Gun.

"All of these items are 3000 Gelt. I won't accept any lower."

Well fuck. You aren't too sure about that. While you would have Charlotte pay for it, your a little afraid about showing how loaded she is to this motherfucker over here. Just look at the way he rubs his hands together! Having her help you haggle will be a better idea.

Looking to Charlotte herself, you can tell she's not impressed with the prices at all. Her eyes are scanning the wares, and it seems the little hamster in her fuzzy head is working hard to make some good points about the shit on sale. If I buy something, you better work your magic, marshmallow girl!

Other than that, the weapons are also available. They aren't that much to look at, being kind of primitive, relatively speaking. That and overpriced.

>Spear: 400G
>Bow: 400G
>Sword: 400G
>Axe: 400G
>Tomahawk (x10) 200G
>Big Knife 300G
>Brass Knuckles 300G

It's notable that all of these weapons are sized down a bit. They would be more apt in the hands of everyone present, except for you of course. Except maybe the throwing weapons. Everything else might have to be resized or something, unless you want to look funny.

How should we handle this one?

>Give me that stick
>How about that quill?
>The gun
>Show him the rock you found, see how he reacts
>Write In

>>2046963
>>Show him the rock you found, see how he reacts
Nothing interesting here

>>2046963
>Big Knife 300G
For a holdout weapon.

>And the quill
Because I got a hunch.

>>Show him the rock you found, see how he reacts

>>2046963
>>2046995
Yeah, that sounds fine to me.

>>2046963
>Brass Knuckles 300G
We need a small weapon we can hide on our person.

>>2046963
>>2046973
>>2046995
>>2047026
>>2047046
>Big Knife 300G
>And the quill
>Show him the rock you found, see how he reacts

The quill seems like it doesn't belong to him, and he just happened to procure it, somehow. Additionally, a nice knife would make for a good concealed weapon for you to get out of a tight spot. But, first thing's first. It's time to show off this rock to get an estimate of how valuable it is.

Fishing it out of Charlotte's bag, you present the dark stone to the rat man. The reaction is pretty good.

"That's!..."

He immediately regains his composure, trying to keep a straight face. This confirms how rare this rock is.

"I'll give you one of these rare items for that rock. It would save me the trouble of grabbing one from The Rift myself. It can be dangerous on those mountains, afterall."

What? Turning to Charlotte, you try to gauge how much she knows about this "Rift" he's talking about. She winces and makes the so-so gesture with a flattened hand. He's definitely trying to downplay the rock though. Interesting.

"Well here's the deal. I want that quill, and I want a one of your big knives. Okay?"

"That'll be 3300G. To sweeten the deal, I'll throw that knife in for free if I get that stone!"

I'm not so sure about that, but it seems like you can get one of these rocks again if you go back to the mountains, if you really want another one. Other than that, you'll have to have Charlotte work her magic.

>Pay with the rock
>Have Charlotte help you haggle
>Write In
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Gelt: 3924

>>2047252
>Have Charlotte help you haggle
>You're not getting rock.

"Charlotte, this is your wheelhouse."

>>2047252
>>Have Charlotte help you haggle
No rock for you Mr. Jew

>>2047252
Well now I really wanna keep it. Clearly useful and we don't wanna have to go all the way to wherever to get another one once we know what it's for. First rule of rpgs is to not sell the unique/rare objects until you know everything they can be used for.

Maybe offer to pay him for information on the rock though, since it'll be difficult to ask every other shopkeeper individually without someone trying to steal it.

>>2047252
>>Have Charlotte help you haggle

>>2047252
>>2047272
>>2047274
>>2047300
>>2047316
>Have Charlotte help you haggle

Bieri bumps my head. Oh! I guess he's ready to buy something! I think...I think he wants me to give him advice now. This Rodinian man sure seems unflinching in his exorbitantly price though. I hope I can make a difference!

Roll to Charlotte. Best of three.

Rolled 56 (1d100)

>>2047397
Not today Jewman

Rolled 1 (1d100)

>>2047397

>>2047404
YOU BASTARD
YOU'VE LET THE JEW WIN

/pol/ HELP US

Rolled 11 (1d100)

>>2047397
>>2047404
Crit fail for Charlotte

Rolled 66 (1d100)

>>2047397

Rolled 65 (1d100)

>>2047397

>>2047404
I just wanted to be useful. T_T

>>2047404
FUCK.

Rolled 54 (1d100)

>>2047397
Maybe we can save it!

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>>2047404
>Nat 1 a roll.
>Someone always gets harmed.
>Merchants are gonna shank our Potato

>>2047634
It was a nat 1 by Charlotte though, so doesn't that mean she's going to end up hurting Billy?

>>2047639
Point taken. No long is it Delinquent Isekai Quest. Now its Potato Merchant Quest.

>>2047403
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>>2047655
>DC 75: Rolled 1 - HELP!

"C'mon old man, that quill isn't useful to guys like you and me that can't use magic. There's no way to verify your claim that it can make the clouds move anyways. Lower your price by 1000G"

"I swear, I saw it with my own two eyes. The man got bored of writing in his book while near the forest on a sunny day. The very heavens obeyed his scrawling into the air! It's certainly worth something!"

I do my best to help Bieri talk down the price. He has to keep bending down so I can whisper in his ear.

"And what's with her? Is she...helping you barter... WAIT A MINUTE! I know you from somewhere..."

He's talking about me. Oh no. I can't let a creepy guy like him know my name! That's bad. He might actually know who I am!

"My name is Lottie! Just Lottie!"

I grip Bieri's leg as hard as I can. The old man looks at me dumbfounded for a moment and then apologizes. Maybe he got the wrong idea!

"Oh, Terribly sorry miss. You looked like a daughter of a very wealthy merchant. A Tanukin family down south of here. They all have an outstanding acumen for trade. Have you heard of them? I believe they're from LaFra? The Marchette family of course!"

Oh gosh. He's totally onto me! How did he know! I have to really lay low. This is why I went to Prontia in the first place!

"What the hell are you on about old man?"

My precious Bieri is trying to change the subj...Uh oh, he's giving me that look again! I should have told him when we first left! I should have shown him my mail. Oh scat. Now he's going to spank me again!

As Charlotte freaks out her fluffy ears pick up a distinctive sound. It's the sound of hooves approaching. The other demi-humans hear it coming too. They've already drawn their weapons again.

"You, human! was this your doing? Talk before we have to kill you!"

"What the fuck man? I didn't do shit. Do you want to throw down? Bastard!"

Their squabbling distracts them from the true threat. There is a big dust cloud in the distance. Are those?

"Shit! RAIDERS"

I detect someone with my nose, all of a sudden. There was a funky smell in the air, but I only realized now it was someone there!

"Bieri lo-!"

I get pushed down to the ground as Bieri turns to face his attacker. He swings with that club of his and misses the nimble opponent. Oh my gosh! He just got stabbed in the side. He ignores the pain and swipes again, glancing the head of his long-necked foe.

I try to scream, but nothing comes out of my mouth! Someone has their hands on me! Get off!

It's a Lizardfolk! We're under attack by Lizardfolk!

"RETREAT!!!!"

Those swords for hire attempt to hold off the attackers, but there are a lot of them coming in on horses! We're sitting ducks! Help! I'm being dragged away! The villain pulling me is excited.

"Tah think, we'd have a big fat ransom just walk into our hands! Ahyuk!"

>Cont.

>>2048219
I'm already crying. What's going to happen to me! are they really going to kidnap me! What if they do something worse! Bieri! Save us! Everything becomes silent as the man who has me in his clutches wraps his arms around my neck. I feel faint. He's choking me out!

Surely enough, a thump sound rings out in the hot, empty desert, and I'm in Bieri's arms.

He shakes me and yells in my face. He's totally confused!

There is an loud cracking sound that scares me back to my senses. Bieri drops me and goes down. Everything is happening so fast. What's going on! There are horsemen everywhere right now! They dart between all of us, swinging chains, blades, and they even have guns! This is bad!

There is a tight feeling around my tummy. Before I know it, I'm back on the ground again. Ouch that hurt! looking around me, I've been tied up! All of a sudden, I'm being dragged across the rough sand. It hurts the exposed skin on my arms and thighs a lot and gets in my mouth. They're dragging me away by horse! There's a big rock coming up in the path I'm heading. All I can do is brace myself for the oncoming obstacle...

"HEEEELP!!!!!!!"


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...

You can feel your skin burning as you come to, pain engulfing your entire body. It feels like you were trampled by a stampede or something. Death is nearby. Something is circling you in the burning sunlight.

Trying to get up, your body doesn't seem to respond. You can feel yourself bleeding out right now. This is bad. If you don't do something now, you'll most certainly die. What the hell happened? You were just about to get a decent deal when all of a sudden...

Oh yeah, you were attacked by raiders.

"Fuck..."

I can feel blood pooling on my side and in my stomach. I need to get up.

Roll to get up. Best of seven.


I really didn't know what to do at first, had to make the plot thicken appropriately somehow.

Rolled 34 (1d100)

>>2048306

Rolled 68 (1d100)

>>2048306

Rolled 43 (1d100)

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>>2048306
We can do it!

Rolled 15 (1d100)

>>2048334
We can do it!*
forgot to rolll...

Rolled 69 (1d100)

>>2048306
Can we also look around to see if any of the merchant crew made it?

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>>2048306
The rage mounts. We are missing a potato.

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>>2048401
DC 60: Rolled 69 - I'm not dead yet.

I feel like shit, but that hasn't stopped me before.

Checking yourself, you're already caked in blood. It's surprising you haven't passed out yet. You are certainly getting there though. There a stab wound on you left side, and you've been stomped on in several places, including your torso and a glancing hoof to the head. Worst of all, you've been shot in the stomach. It's not extremely high caliber, but it's still a gunshot wound.

Tripping over yourself, you manage to stand up. Your ability to move is shaky at best, but you have to get to safety and get some medical attention. Right now.

Looking around, one of the carriages that had been here was overturned, and broken apart. The others must have gotten away. There are a few bodies of the mercenaries that were left here. They left them completely divested of equipment, just clothes. Realizing you've also been robbed, New York no Shinbatsu, you're trusty bat, is now gone as well.

...

You can't find Charlotte anywhere. Where is she? It' hard to remember what happened, after taking serious trauma to the dome. For all you know, she might have been taken.

"SHI'NE!"

Catching yourself from falling again, you realize you don't have much longer before you join the mercenaries among the dead, as their hot stink fills the painfully dry air. This heat will kill you for sure if you don't FUCKING MOVE!

What the hell do I do? Those fucking pieces of shit took everything from me!

>Head north, It's closer
>Head south. They aren't in the wasteland
>The forest, I can at least get out of the sun
>Write In

>>2048444
>>Head north, It's closer

>>2048444
>>Head south. They aren't in the wasteland

>>2048444
>>Head north, It's closer

>>2048444
>>The forest, I can at least get out of the sun
And search for Shinbatsu.

>>2048444
>>Head south. They aren't in the wasteland
We must get the help of Charlotte rich parents
With jews, you loose

>>2048444
>>2048447
>>2048450
>>2048514
>>2048559
>>2048590
>Head north. It's closer

Managing to haul my sorry ass up, I start heading back from whence I came, kicking myself for getting surprised like that.

Thinking back. I have the distinct memory of Charlotte being kidnapped before I had the shit knocked out of me. To think, such an awful occurrence would happen from just trying to barter. They were following us for sure, How could I not see them!

This is the second time I've failed to protect Charlotte. I'm ashamed to have made that promise to her. Trying to cup my injuries is not working well. Blood mixes with the sand as I continue to haul myself forward. It's getting really difficult to keep trudging on.

To think, these bastards would take my pride and joy, Shinbatsu, everything on my person, including that stone I found, and most of all, the one thing I swore to protect.

Slowly but surely, I'm losing steam. It's getting to me, this heat. Trying hard to keep moving, despair sets in. Was I a fool to think I could come this far almost completely on my own? Charlotte has helped, but when the going got rough, neither of us were prepared to deal with what this world threw at us. I need more allies. In spite of proving myself again and again, I'm still not strong enough.

God damn it Charlotte, why didn't you tell me you were some kind of VIP? No wonder that girl has a ton of money to throw around. Apparently her family is rich. What would drive a gluttonous girl like that to abandon her rich family and live the crappy life of an adventurer anyways?

The pain in your side numbs the feelings in your legs, your head feels fuzzy and you fall for the first time into the hot sand. The burning sand hitting you right in the face causes you to yell in frustration. You still can't even see the town you're heading to yet. Is this the end for you?

Will I ever see my brother again?

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Really sorry for not being able to post consistently. Life got me again. I have to try to make up for lost time, so I'll be back at 12:00PM EST. Gonna try to get shit done tomorrow. Have faith in Truck-Kun guys. Thanks and see you again soon.

>>2048611
I have faith in you T-kun

>>2048611
I appreciate you, truck-kun

>>2048611
Do we know it was lizardfolk that attacked us? Or was it only Charlotte that saw it?

>>2048611
>Life got me again
No problem m8

>>2048611
>>2048613
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>>2048723
>>2048904
The world seems to stand still for a bit as I try to stay awake. Thoughts run through my mind as everything starts to fade away.

Why in the fuck is this happening to me? A bunch of demi-humans came and ruined fucking everything. We could have been chilling in a fucking inn or something by now...

...

No. Now is not the time to think about what could have been. I have to get back at the people who wronged me. Those cowardly bastards ambushed the wrong fucking person! If they think they can stop me from getting back home, they have another thing coming.

>[Manly]Grow some balls and overcome this!
>[Fightn' Spirit] Get mad
>[Honest] Remember your promise
>Write In

>>2049160
>>[Fightn' Spirit] Get mad

>>2049160
>>[Honest] Remember your promise

>>2049160
>[Fightn' Spirit] Get mad
Rage sustains us.

>>2049160
>[Manly]Grow some balls and overcome this!

>>2049160
>>[Honest] Remember your promise

>>2049160
>[Honest] Remember your promise

We haven't picked that trait in a while.

>>2049160
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>>2049195
>>2049198
>[Honest] Remember your promise

Under the oath that you made to help and protect Charlotte, you try to find the resolve to go on.

Roll to get up. Best of five.

Rolled 59 (1d100)

>>2049218

Rolled 21 (1d100)

>>2049218

Rolled 6 (1d100)

>>2049218

Rolled 52 (1d100)

>>2049218

Should have picked rage desu

Rolled 69 (1d100)

>>2049218

>>2049314
hopefully this is enough.

Rolled 30 (1d100)

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>>2049314
>Honest 32
>DC 68: Rolled 69 - I'm coming Charlotte!
>Honest +3

Trying to muster all your strength into your limbs, you pull yourself up onto your hands and knees. You would do well to remember your promise to Charlotte. When she said "I wanna be strong like you!" She was serious. She's been putting quite a lot of effort to change her ways from the frightened and weak little girl that everyone sees her as. With your guidance of course.

Testing the limits of your resolve, you are able to crawl, burning your hands on the hot sand as it whips into your face from the wind.

It reminds you very much of your relationship with your beloved brother. All in your power was done to shape him into a good man. To prevent him from becoming a maladjusted youth like yourself. Doting on him was one of, if not the only truly selfless thing you've ever done.

The blood spurting from your wounds is ignored as you slowly rise to your feet. There is a clarity now as the lightheadedness slowly, but surely subsides. You can walk now.

Come to think of it, even though the circumstances are quite different, Charlotte is probably the only girl that has ever had the courage to approach and confide in you the way she did. You've never been socially awkward, always commanding respect from your peers, but such a strong-will has come at a price: the fairer sex has always been afraid of you an actively avoided you. That counts for something!

Your whole body feels like it's on fire as adrenaline and honor allow you to push far past your limits. The mettle you've work up has allowed you to break into a steady run, able to power through all the injuries you've suffered. This is true resolve!

"ORE GA MAMAROU!!!!"

The town is in sight. There's just a little more to go now, but I'm running on fumes. I gotta get over there and get help.

Roll to keep going. Best of five again.

Rolled 98 (1d100)

>>2049512
The Ogre cannot be stopped.

Rolled 97 (1d100)

>>2049512

Not gonna risk the nat 1

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>>2049520
>>2049524

Rolled 77 (1d100)

>>2049512
Risking it

>>2049512
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>>2049524
>>2049602
>DC 65: Rolled 98 - I'm getting excited now.

When you think back on this moment at a later time, you'll probably wonder what the hell is wrong with you. It had to be the heat getting to you.

The prospect of getting revenge all of a sudden causes an inexplicable giddyness. Sure, you're mad as hell now that a couple of no-good raiders took your charge and your favorite bludgeon, but that just gives you the opportunity to let loose on the fuckers who thought the could pull one over your eyes. All the thoughts of what you're going to do to them gives you tremendous energy, and causes a wicked smile to twist your face. Your heartbeat is like an engine right now, beating at this speed.

"I'm gonna kill those guys. Hah! Their all dead!"

Before you even realize it, you've made it into town. What the fuck is this?

There little shantytown is much like a caricature of one the old west back at home. You feel like you've walked onto the set of some kind of cowboy drama or something. The place is run down and sun blasted to the extreme. Everything looks like an ugly tan-ish brown, like some of those ugly new video games that have turned up the bloom effect to fucking eleven. And where the fuck is everyone?

There's no time to waste, I need medical attention right now. Nobody's around in this ghost town, of fucking course. I need to rest and figure out where those bandit shitheads went so I can get my stuff back.

There's not much around the main street. You can barely read any of the signs from here, if there even is a place to get treatment. Is there enough time to look around? The only obvious building here is the damned saloon. Come to think of it, your mouth is cracked with dryness. Having a drink would be nice before you succumb to your injuries in this old western town.

I don't know how long I can keep going, I'm on borrowed time.

>[Intimidate]Things will get loud now
>Look for a medic
>Look for that caravan that ditch you
>Barge into the saloon
>Write In

>>2049675
>[Intimidate]Things will get loud now
>Look for a medic