>>2756228

"And I have forever known thee, Belua, since my other half first took your hand" the voice laughs, as the world melts apart like wax, and I am starring across a corridor of black and white...someone is sitting across from me, arms, legs and tail crossed and
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"Maaaaster" Erret says dully, pulling me awake from that weird as balls dream, She's crouched in front of me, keeping her face covered with her usual scarf, shivering from the ice I used to keep the hivers away when we found this secret....wait did I fall asleep?

"Urrrgh" I groan, sitting up, as she scurries back and grabs her scythe, and straightens out her back as she speaks to me

"We are currently within a cursed tomb, surrounded by unclean filth such as hivers, we sought shelter in the former lair of a Apostate or heretic of some sort. Before then you allowed some utterly disrespectful and flippant" She begins to recite like she has a godamn list for all this stuff...does she have a diary or something?

"Why are you telling me this? I know, I just took a nap, didn't hit my head and fall into a coma or anything" I grumble as she meekly lowers her head and slumps forward against herself, looking guilty for some reason

"Last time you fell asleep like that, you acted oddly upon your return, briefly. I was worried it had happened again and" She explains sheepishly, lowering herself further as I just shake my head

"I get ya, don't feel bad about it, you were worried about me, its fine. I'm not mad, I would be if you were going through my things or trying to" I say biting my tongue to stop myself from insulting her out of habit, was about to call her a perv, and right now with the stress she is under I can't really tease her can I? well without being an utter bitch "Well, anyways, when did I pass out?"

"When we found the papers the apostate hid, none dangerous, but still I was about to burn them as you took a few of the less...heretical ones and sat down to read" She says calmly, tilting her head in curiosity "then you fell asleep, very quickly"

"Hmmm" I say, scratching my head "Weird"

"Yes" Erret says, before she squeaks and lowers her head again, making me laugh

What do I do?
[] re-read the papers I was reading
[] burn the notes, just to be sure
[]WAIT! the last one said bring my book to the center of my domain to receive a gift, and there's a square in the dust so...Oh goddammit! some one already took the bait!
[] Think back to my weird dream
[] tell erret to clean up here, while I scout ahead
[]....Wait were you watching me sleep?
[] Go back to tomb raiding
[] write in

>>2756250
>[]WAIT! the last one said bring my book to the center of my domain to receive a gift, and there's a square in the dust so...Oh goddammit! some one already took the bait!
>[] Think back to my weird dream
>[]....Wait were you watching me sleep?
>[] Go back to tomb raiding

>>2756250
>[]WAIT! the last one said bring my book to the center of my domain to receive a gift, and there's a square in the dust so...Oh goddammit! some one already took the bait!
>[] Think back to my weird dream
>[]....Wait were you watching me sleep?
>[] re-read the papers I was reading

>>2756250
>[] burn the notes, just to be sure
>[] Think back to my weird dream

>>2756286
Adding
>[]....Wait were you watching me sleep?

"WAIT!" I shout, leaping to my feet, balancing with my tail to keep myself from falling on my scaleless ass, my ears standing straight up as nearly rip my ponytail out of my head, since I was running my hand through my hair and over my scales to try to wake up a little faster when I remembered something fucking horrible.

Erret, jumps up, and looks at me worried as her glazed over eyes fill with pin pricks of shadow that slowly fade away with dull light coming from just behind her eyes which is still really fucking creepy to see.

"the last one of these said bring my book to the center of my domain to recieve a gift" I say, as Erret looks back over at the pile of papers silently, and then back at me

"I recall" She says sadly "I assumed it was a further sign of how tainted this place had been made and"

"And there's a square in the dust on the desk so....Oh goddammit!" I say, shouting as I facepalm and slap my tail on the ground in anger "Someone already took the bait"

"Sadly, it is a tragedy I realized before" She says sounding heartbroken as she comes up behind me "if the foolish one who took the book is lucky, the other horros recieved them first"

"Yes, undead or hivers. A really fucking grim fate" I growl, pulling my hands down my face as I stand. My mind wanders back to my dream as I look around the room, looking for any sign that I'm wrong and the crazy bugger her didn't just take the book with him to wherever he went.

So, the crone was talking to me. I know that voice, but I was at the hospital where my pops died. But something smelled like a dumpster, and a bloody nose, and then....there was that girl that kind of looked like.

I pause, I remember that Erret was looking at me when I woke up, instantly pushing anything else out of my mind.

"Wait, Were you watching me sleep?" I ask, as she strikes a match over the pile of notes and magical diagrams and studies

"You were having a fitful slumber, I was worried" She answers bluntly, keeping from looking to my eyes "I was just"

"do you always" I begin to ask as she shakes her head, and pulls her hood down

"I was worried" She huff

What do I do?
[] Tease her further
[] Laugh it off, let her burn the books and go back to tomb raiding
[] Using my knightly privelages, get a few helping hands/cannon fodder to help just in case
[] go back to the manor, and tell the people I actually trust if they could help me with a "Small" problem
[] Just continue on, looking for the hiver den using erret as a radar 1d20+learning
[] Try and rush deeper into the tomb, as the "domain" must be in the center somewhere 1d20+ speed
[] write in

Rolled 9 (1d20)

>>2756353
>[] Laugh it off, let her burn the books and go back to tomb raiding
>[] Try and rush deeper into the tomb, as the "domain" must be in the center somewhere 1d20+ speed
>Remember to tease Erret about this when we get back home
(Belua will remember this)

>>2756353
>[] Laugh it off, let her burn the books and go back to tomb raiding
>[] Try and rush deeper into the tomb, as the "domain" must be in the center somewhere 1d20+ speed
>>Remember to tease Erret about this when we get back home

Rolled 16 (1d20)

>>2756378

"Oh I was just asking" I giggle as she tosses the match onto the various notes and paper in the corner "sorry if I was sounding accusing, I was just curious"

"I thought you were going to be teasing again, as you are want to do, master" She says with another huff, before lowering her head again like she expects to be whacked for speaking up, no idea why since I've never hit her...but other people probably did "And....well I was watching over you not"

"I get it, I get it, and there's no time for jokes anyways. Why would I waste time teasing you when we have bigger things to busy our hands with" I say, smiling as I pat her on the back, making her smile her usual tiny smile. Yeah totally going to tease her about it later, just not when we're surrounded by undead or things that want to eat us...or both "Come on, Erret, we have work that must be done"

"You sound like a true knight, Mas...Belua" Erret says cheerfully, hopping after me as I step out onto the ice and feel my pace picking up

"I've been practicing" I say with a grin "Don't want to sound like a hateful bitch around...well you know"

"MASTER" She shouts "Don't look down upon yourself like that! even if you're not always respectful you are....Wait!"

"No! we have things to purge and a book to burn! Can't waste more time playing around, even though I really wish I could!" I laugh as I try to run in my heavy ass armor, my shield whispering into my head as I lift up my heavy arms to try and pick up any more speed as I race down the corridors filled with dust, bones and cobwebs

"Don't you remember what dwells beneath her? racing ahead isn't....I mean I don't think it is to wise of a choice! I'm sure you have a plan one such as myself cannot see but" Erret says, lifting up her robes to try and catch up to me without tripping over herself. She squeals, clutching her head.

"N...no" She hisses, shaking it as I look back to her "not hungry, its there hunger not mine, just ignore it and follow"

"More hivers? if you need to rest we" I say, softly as she blinks once or twice as I turn down a corridor that tilts down slightly into some older, and colder graves "Could stop for a second or"

"MASTER WAIT! NOT OVER THERE!" Erret yelps as she gets her mind back in place, and I hear something crawling above me

roll 1d20+ dexterity or defense

Rolled 1 (1d20)

>>2756432
Come on big defense

>>2756449
That's still a twenty two btw

Rolled 12 (1d20)

>>2756432
Reeee Captcha let me. Pooooost

Rolled 15 (1d20)

>>2756432
Oh shit

Yep, there's a hiver above me isn't there? Well honestly I got farther than I expected to, just running as fast as my legs could carry me through this rotting hell hole. Maybe I should've listened to my weird shield when it tried talking or, looked up and around when Erret started going all Professor X on my ass. Still, why would I look back to make sure my lil friend was okay when she was whimpering in pain? I'd be a monster if I didn't. I glance up, and see the spider like face of the hiver above me, just a larva, around the size of a wolf. Thankfully I can't see too much of it in the dark, besides its glowing white eyes. Which is a good thing because it'd probably scare me to see what horrible face it has up there. Its also a good thing that it is just a

*Thump, crack*
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1+21= 22= success but critfail
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runt? a loud, gurgling hiss fills my skull as I find myself on the ground, face smashed into a pile of chewed, half digested bones that turn to dust as I try to wiggle back around to throw the hiver off of my back in a bit of a panic. I feel it raise itself up from the weight lifting from my shoulders and then

*crunch*

"What?" I ask outloud as I hear erret running forward? Why isn't there anypain or.....Oh, the idiot bit into my armor, didn't even reach my scales.

But there is still several hundred bounds of bug on my back, jabbing its knive like legs at my mail as it tries to pull a "Chunk of me" off. But sadly its biting into magical fucking armor the retard, Oh and the more it bites into me, the more my innate frost magic digs into it and crawls over it like the ice is trying to eat it. Honestly, I'm probably the worst thing it could try to hunt. Since not only do I have a hide thicker than it OR ITS BIG BROTHERS, BUT ANYTHING THAT TRIES TO MAKE ME BLEED GETS FROZEN FUCKING SOLID!

What do I do?
[] let erret deal with it 1d100
[] use my cryomancy to impale it 1d20+magic
[] try to throw it off 1d20+strength
[] Cast elemental bloom *fire+Ice* 1d20+magic
[] Stab it in the gut with my saber 1d100
[] Curl up, and roll down the hill with it still on my back *defense curl* 1d100
[] write in

Rolled 82 (1d100)

>>2756530
>[] Curl up, and roll down the hill with it still on my back *defense curl* 1d100

Rolled 16 (1d20)

>>2756530
>[] use my cryomancy to impale it 1d20+magic

Back spikes go!

>>2756565
What if we do Both?

>>2756573
If HM allows it, I'm up for being a spiked ball of death

>>2756587
Yeah you could if you wish to. its the exact sort of thing Sadie would do at least

>>2756589
Alright then
>Become Frozen Spiked rolling death

Rolled 14 (1d20)

>>2756601
D20 for Icespikes

>>2756589
I second doing the Samus thing

Well, lets weight my options here before this thing breaks my back from all its moving and stomping around up there. I could be lazy, give Erret a self esteem boost by letting her drain it off life. I could fight back, stab it a lot and look really cool. Or...or I can just take the easiest way out, and use the build I was planning on before all of this became real. Its stuck on me, so if I roll down this incline it'll get at least a little smashed just from my own weight. And since ice is already crawling up, I won't have to use so much magic to make sure it doesn't try and get off me, by impailing it with some icicles of course. So really, I could probably finish this with one move if I am lucky. Just curl up, and roll. Then smash. I can have Erret pick the bits of bug out of my hair and scales later.
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16+3= success!

810 -20 =790 MP left!
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There's a cracking sound, as the air rushes between the space between it and me. Or that could be Erret raising up her rusty, piece of crap scythe to try and take its head. Can't really be sure. A blue glow fills the air, and there's the sound of metal being bent and crushed as five jagged spears of ice grow from the chains of my mail, and jab into the hiver's "softer" stomach. It wails, sounding like a snake mixed with a baby crying, and metal grinding. Hurts my ears, so I curl up and grab my legs as its stuck to me, and Roll myself down the hill toward the wall at the end of the hall.

And I start to pick up a lot of speed as I hurtle past old crypts and tombs

roll 1d20+defense to see how much it hurts yourself if at all

>>2756634
also remember defense is doubled while curled

Rolled 20 (1d20)

>>2756634

>>2756649
Belua The Frozen WreckingBall coming through

>>2756649
Perfect

Rolled 5 (1d20)

>>2756634

We really need to get Errat a nice halberd or something some time soon

20+21 x 2= 20+42= 62= goodbye bug
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I can't see what's happening. Everything is dark as hell, and I feel myself turning over and over faster and faster as the things squealing and crying hisses get weaker with every rotation. And I can feel blood dripping over my back and tail, at least I hope that warm stuff is blood. Well whatever it is, it freezes over me as I keep rolling and rolling down the hill, hearing things get smashed and crushed under me as I go faster, and faster. Starting to feel sick, can't tell what's going on. Pretty sure erret just yelled something, what is that following me? I know I can hear something running after me that sounds much, much heavier than little Erret. Well fuck, better uncurl and.

*CRASH*

What did I just hit?!

"YOU DARE INTRUDE UPON MY CURSED REST!? WAS IT NOT ENOUGH TO PULL ME FROM THE PROMISED FIELDS, CORRODING AND CORRUPTING ME?! THERE WILL NOT BE BUT GREASE UPON MY BLADE WHEN I AM DONE WITH YOU INTRU"

I slam into something hard, metal I think, something falls under me with a gasp.

"MAGIC?! INSOLENCE! YOU DARE WIELD SUCH CURSED POWERS AGAINST ME!? YOU DARE HUMILATE"

I peek out my head as the raspy, gasping voice growls out at me, and see a mummified face glaring down at me....Oh, I recgonize that eyeless face, and the....ergh, metal bands melted over where his eyes should be. This is an Elite mob, the mad inquisitor! I used to lure him against solo magicians or groups with lots of them because he is the best at....fucking them over.

And I just slammed into him, and sent him crashing onto his ass, and covered his nice white robes in hiver gunk. but his great axe got launched out of his hand, from my impact so....dodge a bullet there since that is what he uses to eat magic. if I am fast I might be able to

"MY MEAL, NOT YOURS BLOODLESS THING" A hiver roars from behind me "I WILL AVENGE MY BLOOD UPON HER!"

Sounds like a....well one of the smart ones, I am guessing a brute, so above a basic warrior. Fucking, fantastic. My sword is vibrating to, which can't be good at all.

"Surrounded, but not outmatched" my shield chimes in cheerfully

What do I do?
[]Stay curled up
[] cast acidic shower 1d20+magic
[] throw a lightning ball at the hiver 1d20+magic
[] Elemental burst 1d20+ magic
[] LEG IT! 1d20+speed
[] Stand up, and stab at the inquisitors neck 1d100
[] Try to smash the inquisitors knee 1d100
[] Turn, and stab at the hiver's face before it can crawl into this tomb 1d100
[] write in

Rolled 14 (1d20)

>>2756697
[] Elemental burst 1d20+ magic
[] LEG IT! 1d20+speed

Rolled 1 (1d20)

>>2756697
>[] Elemental burst 1d20+ magic

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>>2756769

>>2756769
Haha nat 20 to nat 1
Dice plz

Well, when in doubt Elemental burst! The crone saving my ass really did give me a blessing, so long as I don't hold back, my magic is always has a bit of ice magic sprinkled into it, doesn't it? So if I just use the holy magic version of the spell, of course using seven by seven runes instead of the usual amount then I could

"Watch out"

I peek my head around, to see the bull horned, spider legged minotaur looking hiver rushing into the room, right at me and the still dazed inquisitor, his skull like mask of white chitin breaking open to roar at both of us.

"Oh fuck me" I sigh under my breath as the undead rants about....chastity or some stupid shit

roll 1d20+defense, dex or speed

Rolled 7 (1d20)

>>2756825
DEF

Rolled 11 (1d20)

>>2756825
Defence Curl goooo

Rolled 8 (1d20)

>>2756825
Defense, roll with the blow like the live mine we were always meant to be

Yeah not dealing with this! Just going to keep rolled up, nice and safe without any chance of being gored on the horns of some giant spider bullman bullshit. Just grab your legs and wait for it all to blow over! No shame in being a coward every now and again is there? Besides, it isn't like this is a cowardly thing to do is it? Its just smart! I'll be bounded around a bit, while these two duke it out over the right to try to kill me. No pride lost, just going to have a little fun rolling with the punches and pretending to be a pinball. Yeah that's what I'm going to tell Erret and anyone else who asks, this was all just part of my master plan.

There's a great roar, the ground shakes and I feel myself getting smashed against dusty ass, dried out beef jerky skin. Buut, besides a crushing pain on my back, hips and shoulders! I am perfectly fine!
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1205 0ut of 1230 hp left
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Wait, why am I being lifted up? I know I can't fly so that means! Motherfuck! he's going to use me to hit the other fucker!

Roll 1d20+def or dex

Rolled 20 (1d20)

>>2756881
Defense, try to smack the other guy around a bit

>>2756883
Off with your face motherfucker!

Rolled 8 (1d20)

>>2756881
def

20+21x2= 61!!! yeah you aren't budging
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Well, that's good, just got to grab onto my legs, and lean between them as far as I can. Just curl up tighter and try not to get a concussion. Why not just let them beat eachother's asses? Even if they use me like a godamn club, I still win in the end! Since there's no chance of them teaming up with eachother if they're too busy killing eachother. And besides! I've always wanted to be swung around like a club ingame, but well for some reason no one wanted to group up with me. Probably because I was a notorious troll. Can't hear anything with all the shouting, banging and crashing, or with how much my head is swimming and spiraling from being swung around as fast as the hiver's arms can swing. And I my back is hurting a bit more as I feel myself get pulled back, and the sinking in my stomach tells me I should stop this before I meet that pie I had for breakfast again.

So I swing my tail out and swat it at the hiver, catch it by one of its six eyeholes in its mask of chitin. It shrieks, bellowing as it stumbles back, pale black blood dripping from its wound as I go flying. And catch a glimpse of the inquisitor's pulped head, as it slowly tries to stand up, ribcage bashed in, and one leg bent in the complete wrong direction. With ice covering the poor bastard, spreading from where I hit it. Next thing I know, I hit the floor with a loud thud, groaning from the ride I just went on.

"MAaaaster!" Erret cries out desperatly as I stand up.

What do I do?
[] use this chance to run away 1d20+speed
[] stab, and try to gut the hiver before it can stand back up 1d100
[] Swing my tail at the mummy 1d100
[]lets try this again (elemental bloom) 1d20+magic
[] Slam my shield into the inquistor's head 1d20+str
[] write in

Rolled 11 (1d20)

>>2756920
>[]lets try this again (elemental bloom) 1d20+magic

Fire with frozen shrapnel? More likely than you think

Rolled 5 (1d20)

>>2756920
>[]lets try this again (elemental bloom) 1d20+magic

Rolled 7 (1d20)

>>2756920
>[] Slam my shield into the inquistor's head 1d20+str

"Well then, lets try this again" I hiss, drawing my saber as I raise my shield into the air and prepare to strike it to unleash the magic focused inside of it, and end up having the blow blocked by the batshit insane inquisitor. I look at him and raise up my own blade to lop off his hand as he reaches for his own axe.

But I have to turn the blow as the hiver rushes me, and I end up catching it by its horns, feeling the force run down my wrist and into my arm. No words are exchanged, as fire with glimmers of silver resting inside it crawls and glimmers over my shield.

I look between them, and they do the same, as I hear Erret's pitter pattering footsteps rushing to save me.
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And we'll have to end the session hear, as Im feeling like shit again, faint/bout to pass out and a headache crawling up. Sorry, no idea why It keeps happening around this time of day? going to assume heat and hope I'm not getting sick

So when I wake up I'll figure out the schedule and when I'll run next

I've archived
sorry again

>>2757003
Great thread as always HM, thanks for running. Take all the time you need, and I hope you feel better soon

>>2757003
Thanks for Running HM, Hope you feel better after some rest and it's just the heat bugging you.
Poor Erret, her Master Woke up teased her then ran out of the room and then sped away as a ball of rolling death and she just can't keep up

>>2757010
But she's a sweet girl isn't she

>>2757021
She wants to help and be of use to her master so badly she would be a living shield for her
But her master would rather give her a hug and feed her pies and tease her