>>2066956
>Tell her to meet you downstairs

We can lose an arm, but we can't lose her innocence.

>>2066963
Fuck. Forgot to take the name tag off.

But also thread, nice.

All archive links:
1 - http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive/1883765/
2 - http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive/1899453/
3 - http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive/1915032/
4 - http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive/1933577/
5 - http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive/1966034/
5.5 - http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive/2002666/
6 - http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive/2037499/

>>2066956
>>[Honest] Let her in

>>2066956
>>[Honest] Let her in

>>2066970
>>2066984
the hell guys

>>2066956
>Tell her to meet you downstairs

>>2066997
Charlotte is nice and all, but we are her boss after all

>>2066956
>Tell her to meet you downstairs
Shame I'm going to sleep.

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I tried anon

>>2067043
Words can not express the joy of seeing that, good work anon

>>2066956
>>[Honest] Let her in
She had to learn someday

>>2066956
Previous Threads
First Thread:
>http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive/1883765/
Previous Thread
>http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive/2037499/

Adventurer's ID:
William "Billy the Bat” Iwo
CLASS: Imperial
CLASS SUB-TYPE: Banchou
STATS: ???

Gelt: 173G (Missing!)

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

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

>Items (Missing!)
>Hermetically Sealed Diving Suit
>Purple Gem
>Morrcock Family Ring
>Rift Meteorite

>Delinquent Traits Scores
>Clever: 50* (+12)
>Manly: 45 (+5)
>Code - Honesty: 35 (+6)
>Fight'n Spirit: 32 (-6)

>*Clever+
>You've been feeling pretty smart with your words lately. You feel like you'd have an easier time convincing people to do shit.
>Bonus: Easier time convincing others in social situations
>Drawback: Choosing the Clever option causes the Clever to go up by an additional +2, but decreases each other trait by an extra -1 every time. Clever also goes down by an additional 1 point when it isn't chosen option.

>>2067043
10/10

>>2067110
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.

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Sorry I'm so late guys. I'm here now though. I'll wait just a little while longer for a tie breaker.

>>2067043
Excellent job anon. The pillow makes me chuckle every time.

Rolled 1 (1d2)

>>2066963
>>2066970
>>2066984
>>2066997
>>2067005
>>2067084
>Tell her to meet you downstairs
>[Honest] Let her in

Rollin.

>>2067188
>Honesty -2
>Tell her to meet you downstairs


Briefly considering the idea of letting Charlotte in and coming clean about your illicit relationship is drowned out by your desire to keep this one, acceptable part of her immaturity. You can't let her in.

"Charlotte, meet me down stairs on the first floor of the inn. I'm not decent and shit!"

Hearing the authoritative tone in your voice, the obedient little girl heeds you. She confirms that she heard you, before her heavy little steps head down the stairs.

"Yes Boss!"

Phew, that was a close one. Rya doesn't stir at all from the noise. The elf is out cold. Telling her you'll be downstairs gets you a little groan. You better get your drunken ass in gear, you damned elf!

Getting your clothes on and heading down stairs, you head to the little dining room they have for patrons. Charlotte will be there most likely. Damn, your hair doesn't want to stay up!

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Managing to get you're hair to cooperate is difficult, but you manage to clean up and get ready in the washroom before heading down and reuniting with Charlotte.

"Boss. Your arm..."

Looking at your left arm, which is still bandaged up, you shrug at girl to get her over it. She's still hung up over being the reason you got hurt. It looks like she could go for another cry.

"Don't worry about it, I'm cool now."

She doesn't seem to agree. The Tanukin girl is beside herself. It causes her to blurt out what she was feeling. Thankfully it's not a request to rub her belly again.

"Boss! Please show me how to fight! I want to protect you!"

If it wasn't so genuine, you would have laughed at the prospect. She really wants to do her best to be useful, and she's put effort into working out, but dieting has been hard for her the last two times she got in a pickle. Not eating enough apparently turns her into a voracious, all-consuming animal, as evidenced by her recent binge. The girl's stomach is looking extra plump now. It seems like she's put on a bit of weight...

"I wanna get fighting fit boss...I'm...I'm..."

You better help her work out, but what's the best way to get her into fighting condition?

>Close Quarters Combat. It is the basis of all combat!
>Teach her how to fight at a range
>Educate her further on how to DOOOODGE
>Write In

>>2067295
>>Teach her how to fight at a range

>>2067295
>Teach her how to fight at a range

>>2067295
>Close Quarters Combat. It is the basis of all combat!
Self-defense, plus nobody will expect the cute Tanukin girl to throw down some Martial arts at someone

>>2067295
>Close Quarters Combat. It is the basis of all combat!

Rolled 1 (1d2)

>>2067295
>>2067309
>>2067319
>>2067324
>Teach her how to fight at a range
>Close Quarters Combat. It is the basis of all combat!

Rollin again.

>>2067530
>Teach her how to fight at a range

Hmmm...Bieri said he'd be right back, and for me to meet him at the entrance to town. I wonder what he's going to do?...the suspense has gotten me anxious. He said he'll show me how I can contribute in a fight, whatever that means.

He's coming back. Oh wow, that's that big gun that lady had the other night! I remember it! He wants me to use that!?

I don't know if I'm ready for this...it makes me rub my belly to stop the butterflies. Ugh, I think I got even fatter. I sure wish I didn't eat so much in the past couple of days. I was too hungry!

Gotta focus. Gotta impress Billy!

Roll to Charlotte.

Rolled 20 (1d100)

>>2067570

Rolled 49 (1d100)

>>2067570
Go potato!

Rolled 42 (1d100)

>>2067570

Rolled 17 (1d100)

>>2067570
>we shoot Billy

Rolled 93 (1d100)

>>2067570

Rolled 95 (1d100)

>>2067570

>>2067570
>>2067582
>>2067585
>>2067593
>>2067603
>>2067707
>Rolled 95: A natural shooter

I've used a rifle exactly once, and it wasn't an oversized toy like this! It was a 22. Winchester, and I was 10. Dear old dad showed me how to shoot. It was fun, but I wasn't interested in that at the time. It would have been helpful now...

I've set up some targets on the outskirts of town so Charlotte can shoot, maybe she'll be a better help fighting at a range than up close. It feels bad talking smack about such a nice little girl who kisses the ground you walk on, but her chubby belly is probably better suited to shooting from a distance rather than fighting up close.

Fiddling with Rya's gun proves very annoying to operate. The parts to the rifle are non-standard to you. Fucking fantasy guns! It makes you wonder about the anatomy. It seems to be different compared to a real world gun. You aren't sure how to take the safety off of it...

"Bieri...can...can I try?"

Charlotte doesn't want to undermine you by saying you can't operate Rya's gun, but you don't really care. This thing is stupid and the faster you get it out of your hands, the better.

"I think your supposed to pull this, turn this, and then...!..."

*CRACK!*

"FUCK!"

It's not long before she learns how to fire the thing. The first time she shoots it though, she is knocked right on to her fat butt. Fortunately, she's more surprised than hurt thanks to her own thickness and low center of gravity. You are spooked out of your mind, not having expected the discharge.

"I don't think I can shoot this Bieri, It's to big for me..."

"That's wrong, you and Rya are almost the same weight! If that skinny bitch fires that gun so easily, you can too."

"..."

Charlotte is a little distraught that the tall and pretty lady you made friends with is around the same weight as her. You made her feel a little insecure.

Eventually, Charlotte shows that her bulk allows her to indeed fire Rya's gun, but she has to fire from the ground in a prone position to handle the kick. She complains it hurts her little shoulder a bit, but shows she has some proficiency at sniping. At least her big soft belly is helpful in letting her lie on her stomach comfortably while she shoots from that position. She rarely misses when shooting at the stationary target bottles you set up nearby, even as you increase the distance. Was she always this accurate?

"Wow. I think I'm pretty good at this, Bieri. Maybe I should get my own gun?"

Probably. This is a very interesting development. Teaching her to fight at close range would have been the best thing, so she could defend herself properly, but this is also very good. Your little girl will finally be able to help you, once she's armed properly.

As Charlotte figures out how to reload, you see someone coming in the distance. It's Rya! Uh oh. She looks a little pissed off.

"Billy you piece of shit bastard!!!"

>Cont.

>>2067902
You end up getting chewed out for borrowing Rya's long gun without permission. Charlotte keeps shooting all the while.

"God damn it kid! Don't you know not to mess with a girl's gun!"

Rya is trying to yell, but clearly is suffering from a headache. After getting to know her so well, you promise to get her a drink before you leave and hug it out. Thank goodness she has a thing for you, even if it's not exactly romantic. Some guys would kill for a cute, non-committal girl like her, but you can safely say you're looking for more out of a relationship.

"He, when did pee-wee learn how to shoot!? My fucking gun nonetheless."

"Boss taught me. He's the best coach ever!"

You snort as your ass is getting kissed. You didn't even do anything, other than steal Rya's gat. Th elf seems enthused to give pointers to the little girl on how to shoot properly, but makes sure to get her gun back.

>Charlotte learned - Proficiency: Rifles Lvl 1

Now that we've finally settled with the Rattlesnakes and got Charlotte back, it's time to move on. You have to make good on your word and find Kaeloras. That was his name, right?

Rya is hyped up to go. Her anxiousness to go tells you that she's been waiting for this for a while. The only problem is that your still missing your crap!

That stuff? We can get it when we come back this way. I'm confident that not a single Rattlesnake made it out alive to take it. That place is a ghost town. Let's head west to Durnham to find that caravan, before they leave!

I'm aren't so sure about that. She wants to leave while Charlotte has almost nothing on her, and my stuff is missing. Maybe I can try to convince her?

>Fine let's go
>Convince her to get our stuff
>Promise to reward her later with your body
>Write In

>>2067977
>Write In
>We'll have an easier time getting something out of the caravan if we have money and goods to offer.

>>2067977
>Convince her to get our stuff
We're missing a full-on meteorite

>Promise to reward her later with your body

>>2067977
>>Convince her to get our stuff

>>2067977
>>2067991
>>2067992
>>2068195
>Convince her to get our stuff

"Listen Rya, I want to help you, but Charlotte's shit is still in the hideout. We need to head up there."

Rya crosses her arms over her chest and looks through her angular green eyes as she narrows them at you. She's not to pleased about not going after her friend.

"Give me one good reason why I shouldn't drag your ass westward right now. Haven't I done enough for you?"

Roll to convince Rya. Best of three.

Rolled 74 (1d100)

>>2068222

Rolled 15 (1d100)

>>2068222

Rolled 81 (1d100)

>>2068222

>>2068222
>>2068235
>>2068245
>>2068246
DC - 60: Rolled 81 - Thank you Rya.

"Rya, please. Let's get Lottie's, and my own stuff back. I might not need it, but let the little girl have a chance to prove herself. She's at her best when she has her gear."

Rya scoffs, turns, looks away and then back to you by moving her eyes and not her face. The aside glance is studying you closely. She turns to Charlotte, who is giving her little racoon-puppy-dog-eyes like she's very good at. She's unable to fight the solemn look of Charlotte and your pleading with her, especially when you caress her arm. It excites her a little bit.

"Fuck. Shit! FINE!...I'll get the horse."

She grabs her gun from Charlotte, emptying the chambers and then reloading as she gets ready to travel. You acknowledge Charlotte's excellent pouting skills, before Rya calls out to you.

"Are you coming or what? Let's go!"

The two of you follow her Charlotte is eager to get her stuff back. She misses her bag!

Roll to head up north. Taking the first roll.

Rolled 90 (1d100)

>>2068295

>>2068298
We found a shortcut!

>>2068298
>Rolled 90: I think I'm getting the hang of this.

After helping Rya eat her breakfast without losing it in her hangover and Charlotte trying not to overdo it a the table, it's time for the three of you to head out.

You aren't sure how you ended up sandwiched between slight elf chest on your back and fat Tanukin booty on your lap, that's how it is. Rya is stealthily feeling you up a little bit while Charlotte's round tail brushes you in the face every so often as your legs fall asleep from her weight on you. Girls suck. At least Rya is giving you instruction on riding the horse again. You end up picking it up fairly well after two days, but you're still a beginner.

>Billy learned: Rider Lvl 0

Rya ends up taking an alcohol-inflicted nap while you ride on, and Charlotte complains about how she wasn't fed by Cold Cassidy at all. She only ate one meal while a hostage, which is not nearly enough for her hungry tummy. Other than that, there's no activity in the sands, and the lot of you make great time despite traveling a trois. Cool.

Everything is looking familiar again, but you still have distance to cover.

Roll to travel. Taking the first roll again.

Rolled 30 (1d100)

>>2068485
Nat 1

Rolled 92 (1d100)

>>2068485

>>2068485
>>2068493
>>2068614
>Rolled 30: Finally.

You make it to the hideout now, after making good time, letting Rya get some shut eye, and Charlotte time to catch up with you. She becomes a little scared, and cuddles into you to avoid looking at the body of a decapitated Cold Cassidy's being picked apart by desert predators while partially submerged in the sand. You don't care about looking either. It's a gruesome sight, even if he deserved it.

Once you pass the truck off in the distance, the two of you hop off. Shaking Rya awake and giving her the drink you promised her, the three of you head inside the hideout again. The courtyard is filled with bodies in a state of very slight decomposition. The arid weather keeps them from rotting and stinking worse than they do. Charlotte is covering up her sensitive little nose, unused to the stench of death, especially with her keen smell.

The lot of you look around to see how much money you can scrape together. You barely manage to grab about two thirds of what you had before hand from the big group of dead lizardmen. They must have spent it after it was divided amongst themselves. Fuck! Charlotte, fortunately, has a good amount of money on her. She still has a bond-type thing her daddy sent her by mail to grab some more cash later after you find it lying around on a table. She has her bag now too, with a majority of the items still intact.

>Obtained: 2363G
>Charlotte obtained her bag

"Did you see a gaudy looking ring and a big round rock?"

"No, I haven't seen a ring. And if you want a fucking rock, go outside and find one. Geeze!"

>Missing: Morrcock Ring
>Missing: Rift Meteor

Something is fishy. These assholes would have definitely taken your shit. Judging by the way Cassidy kept the bond around, you know it would have been here until he could scalp the price on your shit. It wasn't on these guys, and it wasn't on Cassidy.

...That filthy rat!

New vigor to head west fills you as you get ready to head to Fort Durnham. Some motherfucker jacked a cool-ass rock, and a ring of sentimental value from a nice Ojisan from you. They won't get off easy.

"Here pee-wee. If you want to shoot, start with this."

Rya tosses Charlotte a rifle. It's one of the smaller shittier ones that the Lizardmen had on them, but it's something. It's a little bigger than the Winchester than you used in your youth. Charlotte takes the time to fix the otherwise shitty gun for a grunt a bit using her [[Jury-Rig]] skill to bring the fire-arm to a decent level of quality. Now it at least looks much better than before. She makes sure to grab some ammo while she's at it.

>Charlotte obtained a Rifle: (Good)
>Charlotte obtained: 84 rounds

"Be careful with your rounds if you plan on taking that outside the Red Divide. Guns aren't widespread around the world. You'll be hard-pressed to find more rounds."

That's...very interesting. But you'll ask later. Now it's time to get going.

Roll to travel southwest. Taking the first roll.

Rolled 15 (1d100)

>>2068710
Is maiming theiving merchants frowned upon?

Rolled 80 (1d100)

>>2068729
Billy can't travel for a shit across the dessert
Rolling just to see how bad we got fucked up by whatever horror just befell us.

>>2068710
>>2068729
>>2068857
>Rolled 15: Oh shit.

There is a silence between the lot of you. Rya has taken the reigns to give you a break and go the way she feels will be the fastest route to Fort Durnham. Meanwhile, Charlotte's round tummy pushes into your back as chubby arms reach around your waist. The little girl makes sure to grip you tight, and to smush her little face into your back. It's like she wants to give you a really big hug.

"Hmmm. The sand is kind of soft around here."

Everything is going well. Of course, that's when bad shit strikes. You were playing with Shinbatsu around your non-dominant arm when you feel very light and unbalanced all of a sudden. The world turns upside-down.

"SHIIIIIIT!!!!!"

"NANI!?!"

"Funya~!"

Everyone is thrown from the horse as if flips through the air. What the hell? Your ass gets stuck in the break-away sand and you try hard to get up and prepare Shinbatsu.

Looking to the girls first, both of them are okay. Rya landed right on Charlotte, who's soft padding cushioned them both from harm. The elf has come to already and is shouting angrily, pulling down hard on her own long ears in despair.

"The fucking horse!!!!"

The ground has broken open now where you once were. Our horse is slowly being dragged into the gap by what seems to be a spider. A really fucking big spider.

It's absolutely massive. Bigger than the size of a shed, no buts about it. It's nasty mandibles drool a disgusting substance as it's hairy legs drag the prone horse down with it into the hole it created that threw you all for a loop as the steed kicks and whinnies. What in god's name is this fucking thing!

Holy fuck! I need to stop that monster. How am I supposed to practice my new skill if this fucker eats my horse?


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That's it for tonight. I need to get some rest. See you all tomorrow early at 12:00PM EST. Hopefully I'll be able to post faster. Thanks again everybody.

Should get charlote a revolver and teach her to speed fire it. Shes got the build to make it work, and itd work better close up whemn the rifle isnt an option.

>>2069038
This. Give a potato a revolver and she can fend for herself. Teach the potato to fan the hammer, and she can defend everyone close to her.

>>2069038
We don't even know how to can the hammer.
You mean ask our elf companion?

Also we should still teach her cqc

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>>2068928
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_yQjHkoDip0

You are currently standing and watching as a gigantic, furry spider drags your horse underground into it's door-trap within the sand. It's huge forelegs have little trouble controlling the horse and pulling it towards it through the sand while the beast kicks for it's life. You have to stop this right now or else you'll be footslogging the rest of the way.

Charlotte is getting up after becoming a cushion for elven butt, and Rya's already getting ready to take the shot. The horse is dangerously close to the pit made by the massive spider. Better decide on what you're about to do.

>Just get in there already
>Take the shot, I'll get the horse to safety
>I'm going in, cover me
>Get it off the horse, I'll drag it back with this chain
>Write In

>>2070020
Use [that]. Try to pop its ugly body with a rock. Or it's eyes

>>2070024
support

>>2070020
>I'm going in, cover me
>>2070037
>>2070024
We already have someome that van shoot at range. Why would you want to use [that]?

>>2070020
>>2070024
Hey batter, batter! SWING BATTER!

>>2070020
>>2070024
>>2070048
>>2070066
>Use [that]. Try to pop its ugly body with a rock. Or it's eyes

Maybe it's time to use [That]? I want to keep my distance while my arm is still fucked up.

...

FUCK! Looking around, there doesn't seem to be anything conveniently nearby that I can bat in as a projectile. My clever plan has been foiled!

As you keep searching for something to use to maim this fucker, Rya opens fire and takes a couple of shots while Charlotte is getting ready to shoot her own salvo.

With two loud blasts in the dry air, the first one clips the creature's leg, which does not stop it much from scrabbling to pull the horse in. The second shot however, proves to be quite potent. The giant spider lets out a hissing noise as one of it's many eyes gets blasted by gunfire, turning it into a featureless hole on top of it's arachnid head.

"Gotcha bitch! First blood!!"

Rya pumps her right hand, taking it off the trigger as she preps to take another shot while the spider is stunned by her excellent sharpshooting. It tries to rise up a bit after recoiling into it's large trap door. The spider doesn't look like it's finished yet, but now would be the best time to attack it while it's not dragging the horse. Come to think of it, you've never used [That] at close range...

Maybe you should give it a shot? It's either this ugly fucking bastard, or the horse.

>Use [that] on it's face while it's off balance.
>Just clobber it like normal
>Grab the horse
>Use your chain on the horse
>Write in

>>2070071
>Use [that] on it's face while it's off balance.

>>2070071
>>Use [that] on it's face while it's off balance.
It's clobbering, but with technique and finesse

>>2070071
>Use [that] on it's face while it's off balance.

>>2070071
>>2070076
>>2070091
>>2070101
>Use [that] on it's face while it's off balance.

You've only used [That] on projectiles. It's time to see what it does to big ugly monsters when you bash them in the face.

Dashing up to the big motherfucker, you're able to easily get in front of it as it clambers back onto the desert floor from below. Looking at it now, between it's mandibles is a rather un-spiderlike, toothy maw. Aren't they supposed to have straw-like fangs to drink thier prey. It drips nasty fluid everywhere from it's mouth! Eeugh!

Now it's time to slam this motherfucker's face in. Hopefully Rya gave me enough of an opening to do this. I've only ever batted with my right arm driving the bat without my left hand for shits and giggles!

Roll to swing. Taking the best of five.

Rolled 24 (1d100)

>>2070111
and trips, nice

Rolled 81 (1d100)

>>2070111
ITS BUG STOMPING TIME!

Rolled 84 (1d100)

>>2070111
I wonder if we have mana, or rage, or anything like this

Rolled 96 (1d100)

>>2070111
Its nat 1 time

>>2070151
Not when you choose fighting options

See that?
>>Fight'n Spirit: 32 (-6)
that's the problem from last time

Rolled 59 (1d100)

>>2070111

>>2070111
>>2070119
>>2070132
>>2070133
>>2070151
>>2070168
>Rolled 96 - I think I know what this does now...

With my one good arm, I draw back, ready to clobber this creepy crawly's dangerous looking mouth. I have to compensate for the lack of two arms and using my right to power the swing by shouting loudly at the damned thing. You aim upwards to smash it's head as it lashes out at you with it's arm-like mandibles. This should work!

"KURAE!!!!"

You start to believe fucking around sometimes payed off when you were bored and had a bat and baseballs around you. The swing does not exactly crush the creature's exoskeleton, but it does impart a wild amount of force in other ways. The hit you just inflicted has lifted the giant eight-limbed freak out from the safety of it's hole. The spider is popped up from the ground a few feet before hitting the sand as hard as the soft surface would allow. FUCK! That was a bit of a strain on your arm. There is another blast from behind as a shot from Charlotte pierces the thing's thorax, draining ichor from the thing as it tries to get up. Rya has already dashed around to find it's head and take some more pot-shots while it's down. The big bastard is still alive and kicking, however, and manages to jump up. The elf manages to get some shots off, hitting the sides of it's body attached to it's head, but not managing to stagger it again as it tries to run off. It's pretty banged up, but manages to get away. It's many legs prove to be very useful for crossing the desert quickly. You would give chase, but your arm is a little numb from such a big swing.

"Get back here you fucking coward!"

After letting Rya calm down, you contemplate the use of [That] on an opponent rather than a projectile. It would seems that the attack turns launches the opponent, turning them into a projectile! On a side note, it doesn't seem to inflict that much damage on the victim though. All the power must be used to impart momentum, rather than to damage. It certainly launched that big motherfucker out of it's hole, supporting your theory. The reflection on [That] makes you wonder how well it would work on a lighter, human sized opponent...

"What are you waiting for kid, help me with the horse!"

Now this is going to be a bitch. As hasty as Rya sounds, it seems like you'll be the one doing most of the heavy lifting to help the horse stand up again. And those animals are not light. Is it even possible for you with one arm and a skinny bitch to help you? Lefty would probably have more power than her entire elven body!

>>2070111
>>2070119
>>2070132
>>2070133
>>2070151
>>2070168
>Rolled 96 - I think I know what this does now...

With my one good arm, I draw back, ready to clobber this creepy crawly's dangerous looking mouth. I have to compensate for the lack of two arms and using my right to power the swing by shouting loudly at the damned thing. You aim upwards to smash it's head as it lashes out at you with it's arm-like mandibles. This should work!

"KURAE!!!!"

You start to believe fucking around sometimes payed off when you were bored and had a bat and baseballs around you. The swing does not exactly crush the creature's exoskeleton, but it does impart a wild amount of force in other ways. The hit you just inflicted has lifted the giant eight-limbed freak out from the safety of it's hole. The spider is popped up from the ground a few feet before hitting the sand as hard as the soft surface would allow. FUCK! That was a bit of a strain on your arm. There is another blast from behind as a shot from Charlotte pierces the thing's thorax, draining ichor from the thing as it tries to get up. Rya has already dashed around to find it's head and take some more pot-shots while it's down. The big bastard is still alive and kicking, however, and manages to jump up. The elf manages to get some shots off, hitting the sides of it's body attached to it's head, but not managing to stagger it again as it tries to run off. It's pretty banged up, but manages to get away. It's many legs prove to be very useful for crossing the desert quickly. You would give chase, but your arm is a little numb from such a big swing, and you doubt you can hit it hard enough to stop it's train-like locomotion right now.

"Get back here you fucking coward!"

After letting Rya calm down and shoot her gun in anger, you contemplate the use of [That] on an opponent rather than a projectile. It would seems that the attack turns launches the opponent, turning them into a projectile! On a side note, it doesn't seem to inflict that much damage on the victim though. All the power must be used to impart momentum, rather than to damage. It certainly launched that big motherfucker out of it's hole, supporting your theory. The reflection on [That] makes you wonder how well it would work on a lighter, human sized opponent...

"What are you waiting for kid, help me with the horse!"

Now this is going to be a bitch. As hasty as Rya sounds, it seems like you'll be the one doing most of the heavy lifting to help the horse stand up again. And those animals are not light. Is it even possible for you with one arm and a skinny bitch to help you? Lefty would probably have more power than her entire elven body!

Roll to travel through the desert. Taking the first roll.

Rolled 43 (1d100)

>>2070212

Rolled 47 (1d100)

>>2070212

>>2070206
>>2070212
This is the oddest doublepost I've ever seen or done. Weird.

At least Blackwell was strong
I really hope we get to launch people into other people now that we master a banchou spell

>>2070212
>Rolled 43 - Getting really pissed off now!

The lot of you continue westward. Rya is in the saddle while you let your arm relax. Somehow, you managed to get the horse up with one arm, after a few tries. You leanred you had vastly underestimated Rya's strength. The elf has strength like a goddamned man! You wouldn't put her anywhere near the same weight class as you-know-who. That mean bitch was crazy strong for no reason, especially when you think back to pushing over that tank alongside her. If what Charlotte said was true, it must be in this "Imperial Class" baloney, considering you've reached bullshit levels in strength as well.

As the horse takes you through the desert, there is a gust picking up. As you head westward, the wind increases in it's ferocity. It whips Rya's hood off and pushes nasty sand into your mouth. Charlotte holds on to you as hard as her stubby little arms left her. You look around to try to see through the duststorm being kicked up by the strong winds.

"Aww shit. Do you here that?"

"I...I think I do. Is something coming?"

"Quick kid, on our right! I'm getting sick of these fucking ambushes."

Damn these bitches and their stupidly good hearing. As you try to see through the sand to help spot for Rya, there's a figure in the distance. It's quadrupedal, and has a low profile as it scuttles across the ground. It's not nearly as tall as the horse, but you wouldn't be surprised if it was longer. It;s gaining on us, slowly but surely.

"What the fuck is that?"

"Who gives a shit! One of you kill it already!"

How do I kill this thing if I can barely see it, much less have it within swinging range. Rya's in control of the horse now, so that leaves you and Charlotte to deal with the oncoming threat while in the middle of a mild sandstorm. This is getting annoying...

>Stop the horse, I'm going to kill it
>Charlotte, take the shot, I'll help you
>Wait until it gets close and position yourself to break its face
>Write in

>>2070269
>>Wait until it gets close and position yourself to break its face

>>2070269
>>Charlotte, take the shot, I'll help you
Use [That] on the beast if she fails, I want to train our pitching technique

>>2070269
>Charlotte, take the shot, I'll help you
Give Lottie her first kill

>>2070269
>Charlotte, take the shot, I'll help you

>>2070269
>>2070273
>>2070278
>>2070282
>Charlotte, take the shot, I'll help you

As much as you want to go down there and crush this thing's skull with Shinbatsu, you aren't about to get off of this horse. It's time for Charlotte to pull her hefty weight for once.

"Lottie, take the shot."

"M-me, are you sure boss!?"

"Of course I'm fucking sure, just do it! Here, I'll steady you, just shoot the bastard!"

"O-okay"
____________________________________________________________________________________
Oh my gosh! I wasn't expecting this at all. Bieri really believes in me! I...I can't let him down! I hope not at least. There's something flanking us right now. It's pretty big, but I can barely see it. This sandstorm is way too much!

No! I have to do this. Especially when the Boss is squeezing my tummy with his big strong hand...to keep me balanced of course! Okay! Gotta focus. Gotta make this count. This gun doesn't exactly shoot quickly.

Roll to Charlotte. Best of five.

Rolled 66 (1d100)

>>2070314

Rolled 70 (1d100)

>>2070314
Our imperial class includes leading others

Rolled 46 (1d100)

>>2070314

Rolled 73 (1d100)

>>2070314
Go potato girl.

Let's go Potato!

Rolled 28 (1d100)

>>2070314

>>2070397

Sniper Potato best potato

>>2070314
>>2070317
>>2070320
>>2070340
>>2070397
>>2070417
>DC 70: Rolled 73 - I did it!

This storm makes it so hard to aim! The sights of my rifle blend into the background as I try to take the shot, the silhouette of the monster has gotten closer. I can still barely see what it is, but it doesn't look friendly!

I do what the pretty-looking human lady with funny ears told me, exhaling as I pull the trigger.

Barely able to hear the shot ring out over the movement of the sand, the attacker I had just shot is still coming. It's slightly slower than before.

"Hurry up fluffball! Hit it again!"

Oh, I got it! Maybe it'll be easier now this time...

The monster running through the sand looks like some kind of lizard, I think. I almost feel bad about shooting it again, if it wasn't for the fact it looks like it could eat me...I have to finish it off! Another shot and whatever was assaulting us disappears into the distance as the dust consumes it.

"Score!"

I did it! I helped the boss! Now if only he could hold me super tight like this just a little longer...


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The storm subsides after some time. The long trek finally comes to a close as we reach Fort Durnham. The "Fort" Is actually fairly small. Being as cultured as you are, the architecture of the high walls of the fort don't seem to match the rest of the frontier town. It looks out of place, and very very old. Parts of it are a little out of shape, but otherwise still seems to be reasonably intact. The fortress stretches high into the air and creates a nice centerpiece to the otherwise shanty-looking town.

Rya looks pretty worn out from navigating that sandstorm earlier. You can tell, since she parked the horse at the damned watering hole. And not the one that would actually hydrate you. She's ready to get some fucking drinks already. It's still a bit early for that shit.

"I need a fucking break. but as soon as I'm done, we need to find that caravan. Fast. They should still be around if they were planning to pass the Black Bowl. Gaia help whoever the fuck thinks it's a good idea to try to cross that shit."

"What the hell's a Black Bowl?"

Your confusion causes Rya to recoil from exposure to the incredible ignorance. Charlotte gives you a look. Apparently she even knows about it.

"It's like the worst sandstorm ever, except it never stops. It cuts off Dossantos from the rest of the Red Divide, and makes getting there a bitch. It doesn't stop dumbasses from trying to cross, seeing how amazing Dossantos is. Tch! I was getting a little too close to it on the way here, if you didn't notice."

"Yeah boss! It's really bad for trade, because you either have to go around it or through it. Even the Roc can't deliver mail because the winds are so bad. It takes a lot of time and effort to break through. It get's it's name because at night, it's like a big black wall!"

>Cont.

>>2070524
Inb4 Charlotte shot Kauss/his son

>>2070524
An eternal dust storm? Now I've heard everything. To think, the next major city is behind the curtain of sand. Looking westward, you can already see the way the clouds darken in the distance, and a haze that erases the horizon. I think I have something for this kind of situation...don't I?

This gives you a chance to look around. Or maybe it's a good idea to stay with the elf. You don't want her drinking to much. Especially since your going to have to cross that shit yourself later! If you want to get to Dossantos, at least. They made it sound awful. Son of a bitch! This makes you want to look for Kaeloras over Vhosk, granted the elf-guy is on this side of the Black Bowl.

>Let Rya do her thing and relax. Take Charlotte with you
>Stay with Rya and keep an eye on her. Then we get ready
>Have Charlotte stay with Rya. Head out yourself
>Write In

>>2070572
>>Have Charlotte stay with Rya. Head out yourself
Look for a carriage or something like that

>>2070572
>>Have Charlotte stay with Rya. Head out yourself

>>2070572
>Let Rya do her thing and relax. Take Charlotte with you
Let's find that rat bastard, he's probably in one of the bazaar or marketplaces in the fort.

>>2070572
>Let Rya do her thing and relax. Take Charlotte with you
And let's be real loud when we confront them. Thieves.

>>2070572
>Stay with Rya and keep an eye on her. Then we get ready

Rolled 1 (1d2)

>>2070572
>>2070578
>>2070594
>>2070605
>>2070608
>>2070620
>Have Charlotte stay with Rya. Head out yourself
>Let Rya do her thing and relax. Take Charlotte with you

Rollin.

>>2070648
>Have Charlotte stay with Rya. Head out yourself

Rya certainly looks pooped, but you're afraid of the repercussions of leaving her alone. You don't trust your drunk elf, so you're going to have your chubby raccoon keep an eye on her.

"Rya, I don't mind you getting a drink, but I don't trust you not to get wasted. I need you sober so we can get back."

"What the hell is that supposed to mean? I'll be fine! I don't need a damned babysitter!"

"I thought you'd say that. Lottie, can you make sure Rya doesn't get into any trouble? I'm going to go look for the caravan."

Charlotte, who has gotten a bit more confidence after killing god knows what in the desert storm earlier, stands at attention to acknowledge your order. The little girl then clings to Rya's leg, with a determined look on her face and a forceful "Hmph!".

"Is this a fucking joke!? Damn it kid! She's so fucking...hrnf...heavy!"

Charlotte has made use of her plump body to make herself like a leg weight that those criminals have to wear. That ball and chain shit.

The pudgy little girl's body must really feel like a big restraint. Rya gives you a dirty look before dragging herself and Charlotte inside the bar she's stopped at to go guzzle alcohol. Hopefully Charlotte is able to stop her from going ham on the booze again.

Now it's time to find that dirty rat who jacked your shit!


The first place you want to look is wherever the marketplace is of course. It's not hard to find, there are a shitload of sellers, merchants and products all over the place. One of the items being sold are those odd, alchemically filled spray bottles you had used in Prontia. A lizardman is currently selling it. Guess that shit got popular.

Looking around, it's difficult to look through all the demi-humans around. There's even a new kind of citizens traipsing about. They are small and wear heavy cloaks, even in the desert heat, keeping their heads covered at all times. Every single one of them not only covers up to the point of featureless-ness, and almost every one of them uses a walking cane. Weird. On the more familiar side of things, you notice there are a bunch of brutish looking enforcers around here. Most of them are lizardmen, and the rest are those Roc bird-men guys. They all seem to be armed rather well. With fucking rifles topped with bayonets, of course.

Near the marketplace there is one stall that stands out from the rest. Another one of those bird dudes is hanging out there looking pretty bored. From the parcels on display, it seems to be some kind of post office.

Continuing your search, there is one merchant that looks kind of familiar. He's definitely a rat, but you can't remember if he's your rat. He's manning a counter. He looks younger than the guy who stole from you. At least that's what you think.

Now what do I do?

>Stake out and wait to see if you rat comes out.
>Keep searching
>Take a peek at the post office
>Just go up to the stall. Maybe you won't be recognized
>Write In

>>2070710
>Keep searching

>>2070710
>>Stake out and wait to see if you rat comes out.

Rolled 2 (1d2)

>>2070710
>>2070745
>>2070751
>Keep searching
>Stake out and wait to see if your rat comes out.

Rollin.

>>2070833
>Stake out and wait to see if your rat comes out.

Staking out near to the stall which the rat-man hangs out proves to be fruitful. Sure enough there is an older looking rat person who comes to chat with the younger rat. He makes a lot of gestures and the younger guy starts to pick the things up they display. You don't see anything of yours among it. It's just a bunch of junk. On one of the interesting hand gestures the new rat makes, you notice something on his hand. It's Ojisan's big brass-colored ring! That confirms it. Time to head over there...Or maybe you should try to be more subtle? Either way, his ass is grass!

>[Intimidate]Threaten to beat his ass for stealing from you
>Surprise his ass
>Stalk him until you reached a secluded area, then snatch him
>Write In

>>2070857
>>[Intimidate]Threaten to beat his ass for stealing from you
Break his arm

>>2070857
>>[Intimidate]Threaten to beat his ass for stealing from you

>>2070857
>[Intimidate]Threaten to beat his ass for stealing from you
Be loud about his thieving and attempted corpse robbing.

>>2070857
>[Intimidate]Threaten to beat his ass for stealing from you

No merchant wants a reputation for body looting of a potential customer.

>>2070875
>>2070904
"YOU! YOU MOTHERFUCKERS COULDN'T JUST LEAVE ME TO DIE. NOOOOOOO! YOU HAD TO FUCKING LOOT ME WHILE YOU WERE AT IT! WASN'T EVEN ON THE GROUND TEN MINUTES! BODY WASN'T EVEN COLD! I WAS STILL EVEN FUCKING BREATHING!! BUT NO! YOU FURRY ASSHOLES ROBBED A WOUNDED MAN AND LEFT HIM FOR THE BUZZARDS! I WANT MY METEORITE, MY MONEY, AND MY GODDAMNED GEAR BACK OR SO HELP ME I'M BRINGING THE FUCKING MILITIA DOWN ON YOU SO HARD-"

>>2070857
>>2070862
>>2070871
>>2070875
>>2070904
>[Intimidate]Threaten to beat his ass for stealing from you

Seeing the man that stole from you fills you with rage. You want your sweet-ass meteor and that ring back! The only issue is the bunch of motherfuckers around the marketplace with guns...

Roll to intimidate. Best of seven.

Rolled 77 (1d100)

>>2070920
Bring the FUCKING FURY

Also, don't we have a bonus to Intimidate?

Rolled 55 (1d100)

>>2070920
Bitch wheres my money?

Rolled 16 (1d100)

>>2070920

>>2070918
Maybe replace the last line with
"I WANT MY METEORITE, MY MONEY, AND MY GODDAMNED GEAR BACK OR SO HELP ME I'LL DO TO YOU WHAT I DID TO CASSIDY! A FUR COAT TO MATCH MY NEW SNAKESKIN BOOTS!"

Inform him just how dangerous of a person he just messed with.

Rolled 84 (1d100)

>>2070920

Rolled 11 (1d100)

>>2070920
Its nat 1 time again

Rolled 16 (1d100)

>>2070920

Rolled 37 (1d100)

>>2070920

>>2070920
>>2070926
>>2070928
>>2070935
>>2070962
>>2070974
>>2070992
>>2071049
>DC 60: Rolled 84 - You dirty rat!

That does it! This bastard needs to pay for his thieving ways. Stomping your way over, the crowds of people trying to shop part like that one salty inlet in the Old Testament you forget the name of right now.

"Uhh. Mister, we're closed now."

"Now, now, we never turn away customers, especially if their pa-"

You don't even let him finish his sentence before you have him by the throat. Lifting him up with your one good arm doesn't take to much effort.

"I WANT MY METEORITE, MY RING, AND ANYTHING ELSE YOU STOLE, OR SO HELP ME I'LL RIP YOUR HEAD OFF LIKE THE LAST GUY WHO STOLE SHIT FROM ME!!!!!!"

The rat man simply gargles, somewhat angry and confused by your accusation.

"Whoa, excuse me pal! I don't know what's gotten into you, but you need to drop him right now, before I get the guards."

Right now, you wish you had your other arm to strangle this ignorant fuck along with his boss. You ignore him and focus on the rat-man you're strangling the life out of.

"What's the matter asshole? You don't remember me? EHHH!?"

Oh, now he remembers. He's struggling to get away and break off after realizing you aren't as dead as he thought you were. You've scared the shit out of him!

"Halt sir! Release him at once!"

One of the Roc guards and two of his lizardmen cronies with the guns are here. They want you to drop the man, but you notice that the Roc that stopped you is a little shaky in addressing of you. How are you going to handle this now?

>[Intimidate] I'll keep pushing them, they've clearly been a little shook
>[Honest] Tell them a little story
>Have the rat-man explain himself
>Write In

>>2071212
>>[Honest] Tell them a little story

>>2071212
>[Intimidate] I'll keep pushing them, they've clearly been a little shook

>>2071212
>[Honest] Tell them a little story

>>2071212
>>[Honest] Tell them a little story

>>2071212
>>[Honest] Tell them a little story

>>2071212
>>2071215
>>2071218
>>2071228
>>2071233
>>2071311
>Honest +3
>[Honest] Tell them a little story

I've definitely got their attention, but I also don't have any immediate evidence of exactly what happened. Better hope they believe me.

Roll to make them believe you. Best of five.

Rolled 69 (1d100)

>>2071324

Rolled 85 (1d100)

>>2071324

Rolled 55 (1d100)

>>2071324

Rolled 79 (1d100)

>>2071324

Rolled 55 (1d100)

>>2071324

>>2071324
>>2071327
>>2071328
>>2071329
>>2071332
>>2071353
>DC 70: Rolled 85 - It goes like this...

Taking the thieving rat and dropping him to the ground causes him gasp for air after having been partially strangled. Before he tries to get away, you grab him by his fleshy, spindly tail and sit on him so that he stays put.

"It's a long story boys, but it goes like this..."

Your discourse about the previous events include you journey out west looking for somebody, heading out into the Red Divide and meeting the douchebag you're sitting on, and then getting attacked by the Rattlesnakes and being left for dead while your friend was kidnapped.

Your sincerity seems to more than convincing enough to the guards, especially when you explain the significance of the ring, and how the rock you had gotten from the rift when passing through the Duvali mountains east of here was also pilfered. If they didn't believe your interesting story, then they might believe since your the only human around these parts, and that means something.

"Uncle, I can't believe you'd leave someone to die like that. After taking his stuff too!"

"Well I do. As much as I don't want to believe the human, he seems earnest enough. We can't say the same about some of your business practices, Mr. Ratzentelle. We warned you what would happen if you kept going down this path of dishonesty."

The guards seem really upset with this guy. He's probably been a nuisance that they want to get rid of or see punished after bothering them so much. He asks one of his lizard allies what the punishment for looting is. After getting a few whispers into his ear, the bird man isn't pleased with the result.

"That's it!? This town sure has fallen. It's probably because of the meddling of those blasted cityfolk from Dossantos, nothing good comes from that debauched place."

The Roc looks around really quickly, before walking up to you and Mr. Ratzentelle. He whispers into your ear.

"I'll let you do what you want, but Mr. Ratzentelle needs to be at the outpost outside this bazaar by nightfall. Just promise not to maim him or something. I can't let that slide."

He tells the nephew that he's going to take you and his uncle to figure this out, but you know that's a lie. Once he leads you out alongside his men, he asks what you want to do with the thief, other than recover your stuff. The rat man is a blubbering mess after you terrified him, still trying to get away from his fate and making excuses. Getting something out of him might be a good chance to help Rya.

>Give me an hour with alone with him. I need to interrogate, He knows something I don't
>I want compensation for my troubles
>Let's continue making our deal from earlier. You remember
>Write In

>>2071564
>>Give me an hour with alone with him. I need to interrogate, He knows something I don't
Punishment for stealing is cutting the arm

>>2071564
>Give me an hour with alone with him. I need to interrogate, He knows something I don't

>I want compensation for my troubles.
I want my stuff back plus the Quill. Its an important clue for a member of my group.

>>2071600
This

>>2071579
>Just promise not to maim him or something. I can't let that slide."
Let's just break an arm.

Also>>2071564
>Give me an hour with alone with him. I need to interrogate, He knows something I don't
>hit post half hour ago
>come back to captcha failed

>>2071813
We havent made any promise yet

>>2071564
>>2071579
>>2071600
>Give me an hour with alone with him. I need to interrogate, He knows something I don't

If he saw the quill being used, than this bastard knows who Kaeloras is and hopefully what happened to him. Rya's going to want in on this.

"Give me an hour with alone with him. I need to interrogate, He knows something I don't."

"Fine, just bring him back in one piece. I won't be able to explain it off if he gets injured. Bring him to the outpost outside the bazaar in an hour and we'll leave it at that."

The rat-man is not pleased by the situation at all. He accuses the guard of collusion and demands justice.

"How could you just hand me off to him like that. I know people, you'll be in a lot of trouble sir!!!"

The guards leave you to your business. Time to interrogate this piece of shit.
__________________________________________________________________________________________
You aren't able to find the girls at the bar. After asking the bartending lizardman about their whereabouts, it turns out that they had head up to a room above the tavern's bar and restaurant.

After findin the room, it is suspiciously open. You open the door to find an interesting sight, Rya is laying down on the bed and looking very impatient, electing to use Charlotte's stomach as a pillow while Charlotte herself snoozes, making herself into the best cushion possible. Good job chubster, you managed to keep the drunk elf sober. Rya double-takes, having seen the rat man you brought with you now. On the way up, you chained his arms with Shinbatsu and stuffed some napkins in his mouth to shut him up.

"Who the fuck is that?"

"The caravan owner I was talking about, remember? Fucking got 'em."

Rya is very pleased, maybe a little too pleased. She's already grabbing her gun next to the nightstand, causing the thief behind you to squirm in his restraints.

"Whoa, hold it. We got an hour with him."

"One fucking hour? He better tell me where Kaeloras is, or else his life won't make another damned hour!"

You have to interrogate this guy now. Charlotte is waking up, and Rya's ready to kill this idiot. Maybe one of them will help the process go more smoothly. Depending on how well this goes, you can milk this fuck and be compensated for your troubles.

>[Intimidate] I don't need any help, this will be easy
>[Intimidate] Do some good cop bad cop with Rya
>[Intimidate] Do some bad cop fat cop with Charlotte
>Write In

>>2071825
>>[Intimidate] Do some bad cop bad cop with Rya
No good cops for jews

>>2071825
>[Intimidate] Do some bad cop bad cop with Rya

>>2071825
>[Intimidate] Do some good cop bad cop with Rya
He knows we're at least capable of reason. Let Rya be the bad cop. We're the... less... bad... cop.

A little bad cop/ good cop/ fat cop. Oldest trick in the book.

>>2071825
>[Intimidate] Do some bad cop fat cop with Charlotte

>>2071825
>>[Intimidate] Do some bad cop fat cop with Charlotte

>>2071825
>>2071830
>>2071839
>>2071840
>>2071843
>>2071847
>[Intimidate] Do some bad cop bad cop with Rya

Maybe Charlotte would make a better negotiator if you were to utilize the good cop, bad cop strategy? She has a very hard time being forceful, is disarmingly chubby and is adorably fluffy all around. A cute little girl to offset what your going to do to this guy.

......Nah!! You'd rather make this guy shit himself. Rya is clearly ready to help you do that.

Roll to interrogate. Best of seven.

Rolled 13 (1d100)

>>2071908

Rolled 15 (1d100)

>>2071908
MAXIMUM BULLY

Rolled 87 (1d100)

>>2071908

Rolled 22 (1d100)

>>2071908
Gogo

Rolled 34 (1d100)

>>2071908
Let's see some brown pants.

Rolled 71 (1d100)

>>2071908

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Rolled 68 (1d100)

Time to gas

>>2071908
>>2071912
>>2071921
>>2071928
>>2071962
>>2071983
>>2071990
>>2072017
>DC 65: Rolled 87 - Holy shit! Calm down bitch!

"Lottie, go get something to eat downstairs or something, we need some time alone."

You don't need to tell the fluffy little girl twice to go feed the bottomless pit she calls a belly with food. She's already awake and out the door before you finish, leaving you, Rya, and the rat alone.

What you had thought was going to be a devious and smart idea ends up being quite a hassle for you. You were initially thinking of a bad cop bad cop situation, but it ends up playing out as a bad cop worse cop scenario. Rya has no chill!

"Let me go already! I'm only going to shoot him in the foot, no big deal! They always talk when you shoot them in the fucking foot."

"God damn it! I told you already, we can't beat him too hard or else the guards will get in trouble. Fuck!"

"D-don't hurt me! Please, I'll do anything!!!!"

You end up barely stopping Rya from putting holes into Mr. Ratzentelle. It was a little surprising an elf could be so vicious. She not all that scary, being rather easy on the eyes and having a waifish build, but her big-ass gun is quite intimidating. The scariest part is definitely her willingness to use it. You end up having to hold her back most of the time but it ends up leading to the rat promising not only to return your meteorite, but also throw in the quill for free, and of course, a rather interesting confession on top of drinks for Rya.

"So what you're telling me is that Kaeloras was kidnapped!?"

The rat had said he was doing a delivery job for non other than Harvey Cold Cassidy when he had noticed from a great distance while scavenging on break that there was a strange human-looking man out in the desert in front of a large, metal, alien contraption that probably was from the rift. He had gotten closer in time to see the man get bored and start using the clouds to create strange, stylized images with the quill. After this had gone on for some time, the man was ambushed by a bunch of dark clad warriors. He was holding his own with sorcery until an huge black creature swooped down and snatch him up swiftly and took him eastward, towards the abandoned tower deep in the mountains. That's when the rat found his quill had fallen into the desert and pocketed it. What an opportunist.

Rya lets out a cry of frustration. The reason better be the same thing you're pissed off about. You have to go back east again!


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That's it for tonight. I'll be back at 3:00PM EST tomorrow. Hope to see you all there.

>>2072147
Are you American or Canadian

>>2072147
Take care Truck

>>2072147
The elf is beside herself on hearing that her friend had been kidnapped by a giant, flying, monster. It's too soon to figure out where he's gone now. You'll have to do some investigation on where the hell Kaeloras is. Rya takes out her frustration on the rat man by slapping him and shouting in his face.

"How could you let them take him! You didn't even tell anyone he was captured! Just like you did my friend over hear too!"

"H-he was just a stranger! I had could barely believe my own eyes at what I saw anyways...I'm sorry! Please, have mer-!"

Rya keeps her grip on the trader, but instead of grabbing her long rifle, she reaches to whip out the big revolver-type weapon she picked off of Clive. The barrel of the large handgun is shoved into Mr. Ratzentelle's mouth, which shut him up as he sees how deadly serious the elf woman is.

"Give me one good reason why I shouldn't shoot you right now, you greedy, cowardly fucking bastard!"

If the rat man does as The elf looks serious about blowing this idiot's brains out. As much as you wanna punish this guy for fucking you over, that guard's livelihood probably depends on this dick-head's return, as does the un-involved nephew helping him at his shop here in Fort Durnham.

"Rya."

Turning to face you, the pain in her emerald eyes on learning that her friend really is in danger and that her greatest fears have been proven true is quite real. Her teeth are grit, showing she hasn't accepted Kaeloras might be hurt, or worse. She hasn't shown this level of seriousness until now. It speaks volumes about her kinship with the missing elf.

This guy's fate is in your hands now. Better figure out what to do with him .

>[Fightin'Spirit] Let Rya do what she wants
>[Manly]Stop Rya, but punch his fucking teeth in
>[Honest]This interrogation is over. Stop Rya and return him to the authorities
>Write In

>>2073527
Break his arm, that will be enough punishment

>>2073527
>[Manly]Stop Rya, but punch his fucking teeth in

>>2073527
>>[Honest]This interrogation is over. Stop Rya and return him to the authorities
I want my Honest points BOI

>>2073527
>[Honest]This interrogation is over. Stop Rya and return him to the authorities
Cop did us a huge favor, something I think we should appreciate, considering how they usually treat us

>>2073527
>>[Fightin'Spirit] Let Rya do what she wants

>>2073527
>>2073531
>>2073539
>>2073572
>>2073576
>>2073580
>Honest +3
>[Honest]This interrogation is over. Stop Rya and return him to the authorities

You decide that you'll try to talk Rya down. She's pretty upset though, and not letting her vent her frustration will most likely piss her off. She has a loaded gun in his mouth, after-all.

Roll to calm Rya. Best of five.

Rolled 30 (1d100)

>>2073612

Rolled 90 (1d100)

>>2073612

Rolled 4 (1d100)

>>2073612

Rolled 1 (1d100)

>>2073612

>>2073629
I'M SORRY.

>>2073629
Rip ratman

>>2073629
>>2073631
WELP, HE'S FUKING DED

>>2073629
So now she goes on a rampage around town including billy and potato
GG

>>2073634
Lets get out of the town as fast as we can and take that guard with us so he doesnt get punished

Inb4 her gun malfunctions and explodes and we all die

>>2073631
>>2073633
>>2073634
>>2073635
>>2073647
If one of you could at least roll your last die. Maybe the dice gods will save you?

>>2073647
one anon can still save us, only needs to roll a 100

>>2073672
I rolled a 4

Rolled 14 (1d100)

>>2073612
Fuck me the desert has been only crit fails so far

I see us getting shot, jailed, or both. Why this.

>>2073612
>>2073616
>>2073618
>>2073624
>>2073629
>>2073678
>DC 60: Rolled 1 - Oh shit!

The old rat is whimpering now, crying like the bitch he is as he stares down death right in the face.

"You're too sober, Rya. Calm down and I'll get you a drink. I owe it to you. We can relax and I'll do whatever you want tonight, okay?"

Rya doesn't respond at first, and the handgun is still in the rat-guys mouth. After a moment of silence between the three of you, she turns to you and aims the big handgun, standing up with frustration on your face. She's very emotional right now, and from you're experience emotional women are bad news

"If really you want to pay me back, then just let me shoot this fucking asshole already! Fucking shit! You keep telling me to do it your way. What about me! Asshole! Can't you see pieces of shit like him deserve to die?"

With reason thrown to the wayside, you've made up your mind. Inching closer while the elf if flipping her shit, you're going to save this stupid greedy bastard's life, for the sake of the other people this might affect. You've got one chance for this.

Rya probably wouldn't expect you to tackle the shit out of her! As she turns around to fire, you make your move to try to stop her.

"Alright bitch! Time for you to fucking die!"

Roll to stop Rya by force. Best of seven.

Well for once it wasn't us that fucked up or get fucked.

Rolled 55 (1d100)

>>2073697
It is natural to die.

Rolled 59 (1d100)

>>2073697
fucking auto-update

Rolled 26 (1d100)

>>2073697
Gotta redeem myself.

Rolled 91 (1d100)

>>2073697
This rat gave us 3 ones

>>2073697
>>2073705
>>2073709
>>2073717
>>2073737
>DC 90: Rolled 91 - I managed to save his life, but at what cost?

You were prepared for this shit, but the consequences are hard to swallow.

There are a couple of yelps, loud crashes as bodies hit the ground, and the sound of cursing as you tackle the shit out of your pretty friend. All of the noise is drown out as her gun discharges twice.

In a feat of agility, taking advantage of her trust, you've tackled Rya to the ground and disarmed her. She's pretty strong for a skinny, pasty fairy, but you're still able to overpower her with your magically enhanced bullshit strength.

"Let. Me. GO!!!"

Her struggling bruises you and gets a nice scratch across your cheek as she thrashes about angrily.

"Please, Rya...get a hold of yourself!"

"Fuck you!"

After what seems like an eternity, Rya has finally stopped fighting you. After making sure she's settled down a bit, you let go, and the two of you stand off. Looking into her bright green eyes hurts your chest a bit as tears fall from them. She's very upset now. You just let her slap the shit out of her, knowing well what it's like to have someone you care about taken away from you.

"I hate you!!"

With that, the elf storms out of the room after grabbing her shit. She's not going to help you any more, it seems.

Sitting on the bed with your head in your hands, you know you lost a powerful ally, even with everybody's best interest at heart. The stupid rat who caused this has passed out from the fear of being shot.

Not long after your scuffle with Rya, Charlotte come into the room, asking if you're okay.

"Where's the pretty blonde lady?"

Quickly grasping the situation when your frustration prevents you from answering, Charlotte does the thing she best at.

You get a big soft hug from your little girl. At least she's a total pro at that.

Rya is gone, fed up with your bullshit. Maybe you should consider giving up on helping her find Kaeloras. She clearly doesn't want your assistance anymore.

>No, I will stay true to my word
>Yes, it's time to move on

>>2073833
>>No, I will stay true to my word

>>2073833
>No, I will stay true to my word
Our word is Law, what we say happens and doesn't mean shit if we cant back it up, we gave our word that after we find Charlotte we'd help her and so help me if we are finding him.
And fuck me I have to go just as it starts to get interesting. The joys of Yuorpen

>>2073833
>>Yes, it's time to move on

>>2073833
>No, I will stay true to my word

She literally helped stick our arm back on and has followed us and done our shit for a while now.
Time to pay her back.

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>>2073833
>No, I will stay true to my word
She's mad right now, but when she calms down, she'll see that we saved her a hell of a lot of time and trouble. Murdering a merchant is the last thing she needs to deal with.

>>2073833
>>2073835
>>2073846
>>2073885
>>2073902
>Manly +1
>Honest +1
>No, I will stay true to my word

It's true, your a little pissed off that she flipped out and left you here, but at the same time, Rya has done a lot for your sorry ass. If it wasn't for her and the elves around here, you'd be out of an arm.

No, you will stay true to your word.

After enjoying Charlotte's soft hug and patting her head, you slap the stupid rat awake. It's time to bring him to the authorities.

While dragging the bastard down, looking for Rya by chance she's still here shows that she really left. She took the horse and everything. Charlotte has had an angry face since you left, which is uncharacteristic of her from her usually mellowed-out demeanor. Seeing you genuinely unhappy must have made her angry. Oh boy, everybody better watch the fuck out, the little raccoon is mad!

Doing as the guard instructed, you walk the rat man, who has done nothing but bitch and complain on the way here, to the outpost. One faint of a lunge from you shuts him the fuck up again. Filthy coward. Should have given him a good smack when you had the chance. One of the lizardmen that had been with the Roc who allowed you to interrogate is there, and the rat's nephew is with him, clearly mad at his uncle. They are both relieved that the rat is pretty much unscathed, other than the pant-shitting terror you inflicted on him. After discussing the terms you had come to while putting the bastard under duress, after another hour, you get your shit back, plus compensation. The rat kid is happy to get rid of the stupid quill.

>Obtained: Morrcock Family Ring
>Obtained: Rift Meteorite
>Obtained: Kaeloras' Quill

Just after handing the rat-bastard over to the guards once your shit is back where it belongs, Charlotte kicks Mr. Ratzentelle right in the shin before he is escorted to holding. The older rat with the fake tooth jumps in place and curses before being taken away by the guards without further incedent. The nephew apologizes for his embarrassing uncle and thanks you for not doing anything horrific to him.

The two of you head back to the tavern. Fortunately, this time you have a room with a pair of beds in it. Charlotte still tries to worm her way into sleeping in your bed with you, for morale support. After sending her to her own mattress, it's time to rest. You are tired, and if you don't sleep, this arm will most likely not heal properly. Lefty is still numb and unresponsive. Tomorrow you'll head back to the Duvali mountains. Whatever was carrying Kaeloras wouldn't have flown directly over the mountain range to get across, or have at least not made it very far through the skies dominated by The Rift.

Roll to sleep.

Rolled 36 (1d100)

>>2074012
Hopefully Rya will come back.

Rolled 71 (1d100)

>>2074012
We should buy some kind of carriage with camels or something like that

Rolled 56 (1d100)

>>2074012

Rolled 19 (1d100)

>>2074012
At this point I feel kind of guilty not letting Lotti sleep with us. Also rolling.

>>2074030
I'm starting to think one of her goals is to make Billy see her as something more than an underling.

>>2074038
Going to have to get into propper good shape for that. I think Billy isn't really going to let go that she doesnt take propper care of herself.

>>2074044
Yeah probably. Nothing wrong with a little chub, but Billy seems to have a type.

>>2074064
I dont think hes ever going to sexualize her.
Even with the body type thing he's seen her as a child pretty much all the time.

It'll be a weird juxposition if that changes. Only way i see it being possible is a long time seperated where Char got her shit together and even then. Most normal people dont really fully let go of viewing people as children even when they age.

>>2074012
>>2074022
>>2074027
>>2074029
>>2074030
Rolled: ??

Waking up in the middle of the night, you find yourself still in bed, surprisingly in the same position, on your right side, facing the wall. It's better than shitting everything up in your sleep, you guess. You were expecting to be lost in Fort Durnham since Rya isn't here to fuck you to sleep tonight.

Thinking about tomorrow makes you wonder about what the rat-man said about how Kaeloras was supposedly attacked and then kidnapped. The warriors he had described were clad in black armor, and the flying beast that come down and taken him must have been related. Maybe it was Dr. Corvus?...Nah. The Crow Man seems like he works alone. Maybe it was one of the Twelve? Speaking of Corvus, if he's anything to go by, not all the powerful evil guys work for the Demon Lord. Damn, no matter which way you slice it, you aren't sure who or what might be involved.

Apparently, whoever abducted Kaeloras knew that elves existed, even though they've been in hiding for thousands of years, apparently. They are very old, very worldly, or both. And they must have a fascination with either the lineage of the stormblood sorcerers, or perhaps The Rift. Why else would they take a lazy good-for-nothing that has only those two things in his interest? According to Rya anyways. There might be something more to the guy you're looking for.

As you try to be productive with your time awake, you hear the floorboards make a few little squeaks, the bed move under some weight, and then small arms wrap around your waist.

It seems Charlotte has gotten very brave and has snuck into bed with you. You can feel her chubby face rub into your back as she squeezes you around your middle, not quite able to reach her stubby arms around all the way. There are muffled little grunts hitting your back as she holds you tight.

It feels nice, but you don't want her to think she can just come into your bed like this and cuddle all willy-nilly. You have principles and standards. That and her childlike physique makes you feel sort of dirty for letting her get this close, regardless of her age.

>Say nothing, just ignore it
>Tell her she better work hard tomorrow
>Allow her to sleep at the foot of the bed from now on, or she gets kicked out
>Kick her out
>Write In

>>2074183
>Tell her she better work hard tomorrow

>>2074183
>>Tell her she better work hard tomorrow

>>2074183
>Tell her she better work hard tomorrow

>>2074183

Go to the other bed, without waking Charlotte.

>>2074183
>>2074190
>>2074195
>>2074199
>>2074220
>Tell her she better work hard tomorrow

Time to teach her she can't just come up in here and give you some hugs. Let's see how scared she gets when you show her that you're awake.

"Better work hard tomorrow, Lottie"

"Y-yes Boss!"

You can feel the little girl shiver a little. Good. Hopefully this motivates her to do her best, and shed some damned weight!


__________________________________________________________________________________
Waking up, It's time to get moving. Maybe you should stop at the marketplace? There might be something you can grab before you can head out. Or you can help Charlotte with exercising, instead of scouting out useful items. The demi-human is taking her time, after you told her to work hard the other night. Rya is most likely headed were you're going, and it would be a good idea not to let her get too far ahead.

>Let's just go
>Head to the marketplace
>Help Charlotte
>Write In

>>2074290
>>Let's just go

>>2074290
>Help Charlotte

>>2074290
>Let's just go

>>2074290
>Let's just go

There's no time to waste, especially since you're hoofing it. Grabbing Charlotte, she's sweating quite hard after exercising. You let her eat enough and you grab some water for the trip. You'll have to stop at Beaufore, it's going to take all day to get there first

Roll for encounters. Taking the first roll.

Rolled 83 (1d100)

>>2074344

>>2074344
>>2074347
>Rolled 83: The hell is that?

"What's wrong, Bieri?"

Stopping your advance, you notice that there's something in the distance. It looks like some kind of desert creature. It's hard to tell exactly what the hell it is due to the morning sun causing it's visage to flicker from all the way over here, but it's definitely some kind of desert creature, scuttling low to the ground on at least four legs. Fortunately you noticed it now, before it attacked you without you realizing it.

I'm in a rush, and this thing is sort of in my way, according to the map. Maybe I should just kill it and move on, or have Charlotte shoot it from a distance? I could walk around it, but I feel like that's a waste of time.

>Charlotte, can you hit that?
>Run up and bash it to death
>Walk around it and give a wide berth
>Write In

>>2074443
>>Charlotte, can you hit that?

>>2074443
>Charlotte, can you hit that?
A little target practice couldn't hurt.

>>2074443
>>2074446
>>2074459
>Charlotte, can you hit that?

"Lottie, shoot that fucker. Get it out of our way."

"Yes Boss!"

Charlotte gets on her tummy again and sets up to snipe the foe from far away. It doesn't seem to move that much, allowing her to get an easy shot in. As the noise of the bullet loosing from the chamber hits you, whatever was over there is stunned from getting hit, but still moves. The Tanukin puts another shot into it before it stops moving.

You feel the ground shift ever so slightly, before there is an explosion of sand close by to whatever just got shot to death, As the grainy rocks clear, in the wake of the burst of the ground rises what seems to be a scorpion. This creature is at least as massive as the spider you clocked earlier, going by how visible it is in the distance relative to your location. It quickly looks around, searching for whatever shot it's little friend, which was likely another scorpion.

"Oh my gosh!"

Charlotte whispers as you figure out what your going to do about the jumbo scorpion blocking your path.

>[Fightin' Spirit] Kick it's ass
>Walk around it, before it notices you
>Have Charlotte shoot it and draw it closer from here
>Write in


______________________________________________________________________________________
That's it for tonight. See you all tomorrow at 1:00PM EST. Have a good night.


>>2072218
I feel like this is a loaded question, but I am a Burger, to be truthful. I feel bad about it because there are apparently multiple Euros trying to follow this quest and the time difference fucks us all up.

>>2074535
>>Have Charlotte shoot it and draw it closer from here
G-night T-kun

>>2074535
>>[Fightin' Spirit] Kick it's ass

>>2074535
>Have Charlotte shoot it and draw it closer from here
Take all the potshots. We can buy ammo again while we're close, we need her to get as good as possible asap

>>2074535
>>[Fightin' Spirit] Kick it's ass

>>2074535
>>2074591
Backing this idea
>I feel bad about it because there are apparently multiple Euros trying to follow this quest and the time difference fucks us all up.
If it makes you feel better even if you ran at Euro times i would still miss most of it since I'd be working, but i can still play at the beginning and get a few votes in so don't need to worry about me.
Just keep doing your thing, you can't please everybody.

>>2074535
>>2074542
>>2074550
>>2074591
>>2074798
>>2075005
>Clever +1
>Have Charlotte shoot it and draw it closer from here

It might be better if Charlotte put some bullets into this bastard to draw it in and get some damage on it. Then you can finish it off with your bat once it comes in close after eating some gunshots.

"Lottie, light 'em up."

"A-are you sure? It's so b-"

"Fucking do it!"

Time for the little girl to show how much of a crack shot she's become. Hopefully when this stupid fucking scorpion gets here it will be on even terms with me on how badly it's banged up. On second thought, I better engage it in close combat before it reaches here. Having Charlotte keep shooting at undisturbed would be a good idea.

Roll five dice.

Rolled 10, 67, 64, 54, 65 = 260 (5d100)

>>2075191

Rolled 35 (1d100)

>>2075191

Rolled 78, 68, 6, 13, 61 = 226 (5d100)

>>2075191

>>2075191
>>2075192
>>2075193
>>2075194
Truck-Kun here. My bad lads. I should have phrased that more clearly that to "Taking the first five rolls" or something to that effect

Could you kindly roll again anons? Sorry about the confusion.

Rolled 94 (1d100)

>>2075204
I thought it was funny

Rolled 33 (1d100)

>>2075204
whoops!

Rolled 71 (1d100)

>>2075204

Rolled 63 (1d100)

>>2075204

Rolled 50 (1d100)

>>2075204

>>2075191
>>2075206
>>2075210
>>2075216
>>2075219
>>2075241
>Rolled 94: Fucking nice!
>Rolled 33: What the fuck, hit it again!
>Rolled 71: That's better...
>Rolled 63: Alright.
>Rolled 50 You're getting worse. Get out of the way.

The little girl waits for the giant scorpion to face this way again as it looks for whoever assassinated it's little buddy.

Charlotte follows what Rya taught her, as far as shooting goes while prone and ready to fire. The rifle she's using isn't powerful as shit like the elf's big fucking gun, so it will most likely not do a ton of damage against a fuckhuge scorpion. The first shot makes you want to go back on your your thoughts.

After the first shot rips cleanly through the dry air, the effect is noticeable. You had thought she had killed it in one shot, watching the behemoth drop, unsupported by it's rows of legs for a time. Holy shit! I think she got it in the head. Charlotte lets out a big sigh, thinking she's victorious. I know well enough these bastards don't go down so easily.

"Keep shooting! Make sure it's dead!"

"O-oh!"

She's too late! It's hard to watch her struggle emptying the chamber and setting up for another shot. On cue, the chitinous monster turns to face us and starts to charge. It's a little wobbly from the damage to it's dome, but shows that it's far from finished as it dashes over the soft sand at impressive speed. Charlotte's next shot is trash and she misses entirely, opposite of her previous performance.

"Get it together! Shit!"

Charlotte remembers what she was taught and stops panicking enough to hit with another shot. The next one hits the scorpion right in the left claw, on the "thumb" joint. Good.

The next shot clips it in the front right foreleg. That won't do much, but every shot matters...

Okay the fifth shot was shit, and the demi-human barely grazes the monster's exoskeleton. Now it's time to go in.

The enemy closing the gap a couple of dozen yards away is very much a scorpion. It has big claws, one of which has been partially incapacitated, and eight legs, which one has also been fucked up. It's head is leaking ichor a little to the side of where its eyes are. Finally, the desert predator has a scorpion tail, of course. You don't want to know what will happen to you if that huge fucker poisons you.

Without any more time to study the opponent, you leap into the fray. Maybe you should give Charlotte a target?

>Take whatever shot you can
>Shoot it in the legs
>Take out the claws
>Shoot the tail
>Write In

On the idea of offense, how are you planning to approach this? You have to keep in mind you have only one arm, and this bastard has taken some damage. Shinbatsu's spikes have retracted from the last time you've used it, but the strange weight is still there, making it slightly unwieldy in one hand, but yet increasing it's capacity for destruction. Your wound is healing.

>[Fightin' Spirit] ORYAA!!
>Use the chain from a distance
>Fight defensively, let Lottie shoot
>Write in

>>2075262
>>Take whatever shot you can
Aim for the center of mass
>Use the chain from a distance

>>2075262
>Take whatever shot you can
As long it doesn't hit us and hits the scorpion anything goes.
>Use the chain from a distance
Contrary to popular belief a scorpion stings very fast multiple times until the target is dead. We keep him away from us while slowing him down and giving Charlotte a clear shot to the head

>>2075262
>Take whatever shot you can
we need wear it down
>Fight defensively, let Lottie shoot

>>2075262
>>Shoot it in the legs
>>[Fightin' Spirit] ORYAA!!
>inb4 she shoot us in the back

>>2075262
>Take whatever shot you can
>Use the chain from a distance

>>2075262
>>2075266
>>2075270
>>2075272
>>2075273
>>2075276
>Take whatever shot you can
>Use the chain from a distance

"Take whatever shot you can, Lottie!"

"Yes Boss!"

Unraveling your weapon from your arm with a quick few jerks, turning Shinbatsu's chain into a whip while holding the actual bat in a reverse grip. It can't be helped, with only one arm to spare. Running up to the giant scorpion as it scuttles forward, you get ready to at least divert it's attention. Maybe if you tie it up, Charlotte can blast it.

Roll to fight. Best of five.

Rolled 85 (1d100)

Rolled 34 (1d100)

>>2075305
Death by stinger incoming

Rolled 62 (1d100)

>>2075305

>>2075307
Meant for
>>2075305

Rolled 17 (1d100)

>>2075305

Rolled 75 (1d100)

>>2075305
Chain whip
Finally

Rolled 75 (1d100)

>>2075305

>>2075305
I wonder what would happen if we used our skill with the chain whip.

>>2075305
>>2075307
>>2075308
>>2075309
>>2075313
>>2075314
>>2075316
>DC 50: Rolled 85 - How's that bitch!?
>Rolled 75: I did it!

Leaving Charlotte far enough that she has some breathing room to shoot, you've managed to catch the attention of the big ugly coming her way. Instead of using the chain by flicking the bat, you've turned Shinbatsu into a flail, having the bat be the business end and holing the weighted other side.

"ORYAA!!!"

Fuck yes! Your attack has caught the scorpion flatfooted, leaving unsure of where to go as you holler at it and throw your chain. From it's left side, you manage to snag it's damaged claw. The creature tries to back away, which drag you forward as you struggle to get a foothold over the sandy ground. It cannot pull you hard enough without it's claw being extended out, getting a grip and playing what ends up being a quick game of tug of war. You've got his claw in your chain!

Charlotte doesn't waste the opportunity, and the combines effort of a well placed bullet with pulling on it's ensnared appendage. The result is the big claw being ripped from it's socket and a spurt of it's nasty bug blood onto the hot sand. Score!

It's been stunned after tearing it's arm off. Now that it's large claw can no longer block you from attacking it's exposed head, this might be a good opportunity to strike it's weak point and go for the kill. Other than that, it's tail might be a good place to keep ripping this bastard apart. Or you could just wait and see if Charlotte can connect another good shot in!

>[Fightn' Spirit] TODOME DA!!!
>Use the chain again on it's tail
>Let Charlotte shoot again, then follow up
>Write In

>>2075344
>Use the chain again on it's tail

We get stabbed we are a long ass way from anywhere with a possible antidote.

>>2075344
>Let Charlotte shoot again, then follow up
We need to powerlevel the potato so it becomes xcom sniper-tier bullshit overpowered