>>3243078

"SILENCE! I AM WELL AWARE" the Dragoness roared with a voice like a storm given life "DO NOT REMIND ME OF MY MINDLESS, FOOLISH INDULGING. I KNOW OF MY MISTAKE! AND NAGGING AFTER ALL, is not one of your duties beneath me, so be quiet, and let me find my child before...before"

The mortal man remained silent, whimpering before he cried out, desperate to be heard over the raging winds around him "Yes of course my lady, I am just worried about you and your child, I meant no offense but...where will we be going this season?"

The dragoness paid no attention to the tiny and aging life cling near her neck as she flew through the sky as quick as a bolt of light. she'd need to rest soon, roost. it was bad enough she had not chosen a permanent territory yet, but it was worse that she had been so...careless these last years in her indulgences. She could hear her peers whispering about her foolishness already, she could not risk making a reputation for such things. And though she would never admit it, deep within her long blackened heart, a mother wailed and cried, pleading an uncaring world to save her unborn child. The wailing tore at the dragons core, and she made her choice in the maelstrom of her mind as her wings cracked like thunder, making every form & manner of wealth she held in her claws shift and clink against itself.

Where, where to roost? where...where am I going to find my baby? Where...where>

(Choose your ethnicity/ nationality when you were human, changing your choice in who you'll be playing and where you'll spend your second childhood)
Where will she rest and live for a spell?
[] Emberlayn, yes yes. Perfect, the kingdom of knights and dragon worshipers will allow her quite a bit of comfort, and there must be a soul that can make her a worthy child...or an obedient one at least
[] Rarega, An old and cultured land, she could indulge in many things here...and the "nobles" of this land are too busy bickering to notice a dragon to hunt. besides, such a glittering land must have a soul as brilliant as her own hiding with in
[] Urik. A hard land, a cold land. Filled with beasts who'd be so foolish as to challenge dragons. Savage...but perhaps a warrior born here will be her child?
[] Karskia. Swampy and musty, filled with musty scholar filled towers. At the very least she can steal away a replacement for her aging retainer if not find a soul to be her heir
[] Tolia...what is she thinking! this land is younger than her servant! her peers will look down on her child but...the first to be born from a soul here may find great renown. and more importantly she'll be away from the prying, insulting eyes of her peers for awhile.
[] an island in the elkth sea. Hide away in her shame, take awhile and disappear but...perhaps luck favors those off the beaten path (Play as one who comes from outside of the elklands)

>>3243079
>Rarega, An old and cultured land, she could indulge in many things here...and the "nobles" of this land are too busy bickering to notice a dragon to hunt. besides, such a glittering land must have a soul as brilliant as her own hiding with in

>>3243079
>Rarega, An old and cultured land, she could indulge in many things here...and the "nobles" of this land are too busy bickering to notice a dragon to hunt. besides, such a glittering land must have a soul as brilliant as her own hiding with in

>>3243079
>[] Karskia. Swampy and musty, filled with musty scholar filled towers. At the very least she can steal away a replacement for her aging retainer if not find a soul to be her heir


Hello Headmaster. Its mighty early for you.
I hope you've been well.

>>3243079
>[] Rarega, An old and cultured land, she could indulge in many things here...and the "nobles" of this land are too busy bickering to notice a dragon to hunt. besides, such a glittering land must have a soul as brilliant as her own hiding with in

>>3243090
>I hope you've been well.
I've had my up and downs. Just happy to be back. praise late shifts and a stablish schedule !

>>3243079
>[] Karskia. Swampy and musty, filled with musty scholar filled towers. At the very least she can steal away a replacement for her aging retainer if not find a soul to be her heir

>>3243079
>[] Urik. A hard land, a cold land. Filled with beasts who'd be so foolish as to challenge dragons. Savage...but perhaps a warrior born here will be her child?
Morning

https://youtu.be/rRGY_BZTLAY?list=PLok0DtMZSI2Y-E4CJEF4vcPp0N2m0sokt
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it felt like a growing pressure, a screaming madness of instinct and primal fears she shouldn't have known as such a regal and high existence as herself. She was supposed to be a dragon after all, a thing of fire and death! and yet, she felt panicked, even afraid but not just for herself though that would be shameful on its own. She was afraid for her unborn, souless child, a being that had no existence until she found one to give to it by right of conquest and power. and she feared for it, it drove her noble mind near to madness in desperation. this once unknown emotion quickened the dragoness' flight, her blood flowing as quick as wild fires. This wasn't supposed to happen, it wasn't. and now...now nothing made sense, all became confusion. With a defiant roar, a gout of flame burned the sky and clouds, and it was followed by more.

twisting down the dragoness flew, cracking air with fire and with the clap of her wings, her mind clearning as her forbidden emotions turned to rage and the mother in her heart sung with the drunk that stood beside her. She needed...to calm down, to rest. she deserved it. Out of every creature in the world, she deserved some relaxation some comfort.

Sure it'd be easier to find a mortal who'd easily come along to their new life in say, that nation of servants and worshipers, but that would not be fitting for her child. She was the Sun chaser, the glowing terror of day, the Amethyst blaze, the wandering lady! THE QUEEN OF BRIEF PASSIONS! of course she wouldn't take the scraps, those who bowed their heads to her peers! A SERVANT WOULD NOT BE HER CHILD!

But....what was left then? the only other nobles in these lands had...poor breeding in her own regard. That new nation, worthless, those savages pah beneath even dirt, those scholars? NO! she would not dwell in a swamp!! so, in her tired flight, that left on option, her once home and usual haunt.

"Rarega" She sighed with all the force of a dying wind, her retainer pulling weakly at her glorious mane "At least there, I'll have comforts worthy of my name"

"R...rarega, are you certain? the...the others will surely know if" the fading light on her mane tried to protest, so she responded by twisting her body and twirling in flight to silence him with fear, a fang filled smirk passing on her lips as she past over the tail of a mountain.

In the distance, cities of white stone, black marble and shining silver and gold glinted like earth bound stars, fields of farmland, old forests and great forgotten battle grounds. Already the smell of spices clouded her senses and the noise of music her heart.

She couldn't come too close to one of the great cities, lest its master call its men to arms against her, even one of the smaller ones could become a threat if they wed themselves to a great bloodline. So... leisure would have to wait, shamefully.
cont

>>3243137
And, though her pride would never admit it, her unborn was weakening her, draining her blood and power, demanding she find a den to settle in. And what better den for a wandering blaze as herself, then a place of history. Rarega was filled with such places, but she knew of an old fort, devoured by the Wild-heirs forests ages past, by a great clear and cold lake, near enough to a city to lord over or plunder, far enough from any steel to cut her, fat with farmers and their beasts. Yes, she was settling, but at least it'd be a place to rest....to rest...

"MY LADY!" A voice called, as the dragoness fell asleep mid-flight, and plummeted to her "bed"
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And now, who are you?
[] Of noble birth, though not rare in rarega, your blood has a bit of lost royalty inside of it, on a morning ride with your fellows (prince or princess
[] A wandering follower of the gods, praying in your own little temple away from others, as you like it (A list of gods will be given also, Priest or priestess?)
[] A woodsmen, hunter or gardener, out trying to keep the lords wood clean, with your father (girl or boy)
[] A damn dirty scoundrel, who stole from the rich and gave to themselves, luckily you found a nice ol castle fore the legions put a noose round your neck
[] An artist seeking a muse
[] A suddenly rebellious young heir fleeding from your wedding
[] A legionnaire, left in a creek after a battle from two warring nobles
[] Write in (a bit more customization)

>>3243148
>[] A woodsmen, hunter or gardener, out trying to keep the lords wood clean, with your father (girl or boy)

>>3243148
>[] A legionnaire, left in a creek after a battle from two warring nobles

>>3243148
>[] An artist seeking a muse

>>3243148

[] A legionnaire, left in a creek after a battle from two warring nobles

>>3243148
>A legionnaire, left in a creek after a battle from two warring nobles

>>3243148
>[] A legionnaire, left in a creek after a battle from two warring nobles

https://youtu.be/Y8K0ZIxTwA8
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It was a little...strange you had to admit.An entire life of training, drilling and diligent work to step outside of the shadows of your siblings born before you, your elders blessed with promises of inheritance, wealth and an easy life. It was strange, staring up at that lonely grey sky, you thought, that the youngest had to toil to get anything besides a roof over their head and food and wine in their belly. Was it fair for your name to be forgotten as just an extra vein in the family bloodline, unwanted and unneeded? To have a life, you had to fight? it didn't make sense. it was just so strange. Your mind began to uncloud now, as the cold water swept over you, dying itself with the blood that could've been noble, all your aspirations, dreams and joys being carried with it as tears began to fall on your pale cheeks. Or was it rain? Nothing seemed certain, besides the gaping hole in your side and the spear head that had made it, or the weight of your breastplate, slowly crushing your life
beneath it. Why were you here? you've could've been warm at home, instead of cold and fading. Shuddering you tried to drag yourself out of the mud, but your stomach cried out in pain, and your hands wouldn't even ball up into fists from the haze of weariness that had swallowed up your body.

Death, so this is what it felt like? cold, painful, dull and a crushing sense of confusion and loneliness. Death....before life? struggle, for nothing. Could've been a poem, you thought. but, none would hear it.

A cry echoed in the night, Last-hunter must've found the scent of this battle, and now that mistress of violent ends was coming for her prey....it wasn't supposed to be like this, your eyes fall on the stream stained and mixed with your blood and that of your foes. You were supposed to have an easy life after this, rest, something to show for it all but...but instead

"I've died for wine" You couldn't help but laugh as you laid your head back on the cold ground, pretending it to be a warm bed "and I didn't even get to see the vineyard we fought for, hah, this...is so strange"

Who are you?
[] choose from a handful of presets
[] FORGE YOUR OWN CHARACTER (write in)

also stats and such will come when you become a draygon, as you know, new body and all that

>>3243181
>[] choose from a handful of presets

I'm feeling lazy, spoonfeed me with your creativity HM!

On a completly unrelated note, I've been recently running a Underdark campaign for my friends, and it made me remember the idea for a Drow quest you had years ago.

>>3243181
>[] choose from a handful of presets

>>3243181
[] choose from a handful of presets

I'm thinking in a good hearted fellow that did what he could to secure a good life, nothing too ambitious as he said, died for wine.
Trained hard, drilled all he could and expected to earn enough to go back home, died while pushing his friend aside, in his head acts of heroism did not end the way this one did.

>>3243181
>choose from a handful of presets

[] Dyer Morigana, A golden haired and bronze boy of a merchant with poor luck but a good, caring heart. Simple in ambitions, hard at work. all his strength in arm is for not, for his friend died beside him. He thought he could've gotten away...
[] Morgan southsend, Ironically from a family of wine makers, his want for an easy life and fame to his name has led him to a nasty end, and no wine or stories to tell, for the last man by his side, he tried to abandon before the spear found its home
[] Baslin Maier, Bastard son, dark of skin and bright of mind, with an odd grey hair. everything he planned has come for not. A charge to break the line failed, and all of his tactics were useless when surrounded by ten times his number. and here he thought he'd be a general, but it seems his odd wisdom is wasted here...what a shame
[]Juliana Markit, a spritely spirited young red haired lass who thought she could play legionnaire like the stories. Fighting is not as fun as she thought it'd be and it seems, even in death she can't keep a thought for long, a fool has found a fools grave

>>3243223
>[] Morgan southsend, Ironically from a family of wine makers, his want for an easy life and fame to his name has led him to a nasty end, and no wine or stories to tell, for the last man by his side, he tried to abandon before the spear found its home

>>3243223
>[] Baslin Maier, Bastard son, dark of skin and bright of mind, with an odd grey hair. everything he planned has come for not. A charge to break the line failed, and all of his tactics were useless when surrounded by ten times his number. and here he thought he'd be a general, but it seems his odd wisdom is wasted here...what a shame

>>3243223
[] Dyer Morigana, A golden haired and bronze boy of a merchant with poor luck but a good, caring heart. Simple in ambitions, hard at work. all his strength in arm is for not, for his friend died beside him. He thought he could've gotten away...

>>3243223
>[] Morgan southsend, Ironically from a family of wine makers, his want for an easy life and fame to his name has led him to a nasty end, and no wine or stories to tell, for the last man by his side, he tried to abandon before the spear found its home

>>3243223
>[] Baslin Maier, Bastard son, dark of skin and bright of mind, with an odd grey hair. everything he planned has come for not. A charge to break the line failed, and all of his tactics were useless when surrounded by ten times his number. and here he thought he'd be a general, but it seems his odd wisdom is wasted here...what a shame

>>3243223
>[] Baslin Maier, Bastard son, dark of skin and bright of mind, with an odd grey hair. everything he planned has come for not. A charge to break the line failed, and all of his tactics were useless when surrounded by ten times his number. and here he thought he'd be a general, but it seems his odd wisdom is wasted here...what a shame

>>3243223
>[] Baslin Maier, Bastard son, dark of skin and bright of mind, with an odd grey hair. everything he planned has come for not. A charge to break the line failed, and all of his tactics were useless when surrounded by ten times his number. and here he thought he'd be a general, but it seems his odd wisdom is wasted here...what a shame

>>3243223
>[] Dyer Morigana, A golden haired and bronze boy of a merchant with poor luck but a good, caring heart. Simple in ambitions, hard at work. all his strength in arm is for not, for his friend died beside him. He thought he could've gotten away...

this kid is gonna be eaten alive by the other dragons, fun times

>>3243223
>[] Dyer Morigana, A golden haired and bronze boy of a merchant with poor luck but a good, caring heart. Simple in ambitions, hard at work. all his strength in arm is for not, for his friend died beside him. He thought he could've gotten away...

"Why would they put such a force behind a simple stream?" You ask the already souless corpse next to yourself, patting your dusky hand on the poor fellows chest as you try and figure out which decision ended up with you dying on your back, half sunk into a stream not even important enough for a name or to be mentioned on local maps "its doesn't make any sense, they were under a hill down here, and yet there were scores of them. it'd be logical if they were retreating but....but why?"

Groaning, the broken spear head digging deeper into your split open guts as what strength is left in your quickly fading life is used to sit yourself up and look upon the carnage you led the men you were trusted with into. A trust you had not deserved, they thought because you were a bastard. "Why" You ask again, leaning on you hand that isn't caught in mud, pushing your dead comrade deeper in the greyish red mud beneath you.

"Why were they here? we should've been able to escape the noose to harrass their flank, opening a path but....why were so many so far from the main engagement? they couldn't have been here to attack our open flanks as we had none, being so surrounded and packed together so" You question, struggling to stare at your opposite across the stream, you blue cloak clinging to your dull grey armor "for what tactical purpose would you lead scores of men through a stream to a location you would die crossing if, we were outnumbered and this position you chose simply led to mutual destruction"

You couldn't help but laugh sadly, such a waste of life, and your talents, but at least you managed to snuff out a general who had no place leading.

"Oh why am i asking, I know your breeding got you that coat" You snort, turning your nose up as you try and remove your shattered helmet to feel the mornings fresh and cold air on your face one last time before you pass into the night. and fall back into your mud for your efforts, wheezing and coughing as your movements have sent the spear head deep into your belly, no doubt rending your intestines in a way no healer or medicine peddler would ever be able to mend.

"Such a pointless waste of life" You manage to speak, a whimper of pain and sorrow as you stare at the bodies of the others around you, the pale winemaker, the golden haired boy built like an ox, the short legionnaire with their red hair "All because of an argument between brothers, such a waste of my talent and wit, and their gifts, all pissed away into a stream....no I shouldn't forget the blame is on myself for not foreseeing any of this. But...it still is so strange? a brilliant man such as myself, wasted on such a pointless fight. all of this is so strange? why waste life on wine? why was I allowed to live past the men I doomed in my haste, if but to suffer for it...haaaa...so strange. if only I had a page to write down this sensation of death...if only"

cont

>>3243293
A heavy sigh escapes your lips as you slide deeper into the mud and can't help but whimper from the pain, both physical and emotional. What a waste....what a waste.

And then there's a splash, making you turn your heavy eyes up at the source of the sound, struggling to open them as it seems the weight of a mountain has fallen upon them.

Theres...there's a man wearing neither of the noble's colors walking across the stream, now that is strange, what in the titan's hell is he doing here in this place of death? it doesn't matter surely but, its strange as he is clearly not one of the gods of death so that means life is still clinging to this heart. So why is he here? And what is he wearing? a traveling robe? but its a dark purple color, a very expansive shade to be worn for such a thing. You can see his bear and thin white hair blowing in the wind as he walks, with a silver scepter in one hand with an odd topper, poking and prodding the bodies of your fellow legionaries! what disrespect and...is he wearing a mask? You can't quite make it out as there's a morning fog rolling in and you're vision is fading

What do you do
[] Ask him to be witness to your final words
[] lecture him on his choice of attire
[] demand to know who he is to disrespect the dead and dying
[] ramble about wanting privacy at your end
[] Complain about the idiocy of the enemy which got you killed
[] "at least be gentle when you prod me, corpse stealer"
[] "I don't take it you have wine on you"
[] "Don't bother, I'm a man already dead, pass me on"
[] write in

>>3243301
>[] Ask him to be witness to your final words
>[] "I don't take it you have wine on you"

>>3243301
>[] demand to know who he is to disrespect the dead and dying

>>3243301
> at least be gentle when you prod me. Hurts enough as it is.

>>3243301
[] "Don't bother, I'm a man already dead, pass me on"

Maybe you can help some of my men, if any can still be saved.

>>3243301
[] demand to know who he is to disrespect the dead and dying

We led them to their deaths, the least we can do is try to stop this fool

anyone else?

>>3243336
I change mine to these to have something clearer
>>3243319
>>3243309

But besides that, this man's sheer callous disregard for the honored dead has managed to spark a new life in you, the building rage at this indignity brought down upon your honored comrades and last foes is inexcusable, especially by what must be a man of wealth on a morning walk judging from his choice of dress. Its insulting! it is wrong! it is henious in your eyes especially! this was a wasteful, useless clash in a similarly pointless conflict and now he thinks he has the right to poke and prod the dead like some concubine or a odd piece of fruit on a dinner plate. Why its enraging! its infuriating and so many other words that just can't describe the rage you're feeling now. these men deserve respect! and even of you're dying you have decided you have a duty to protect their honor and ensure they get a proper burial at least if you survive to see the corpse carts, and yet he has come to play with their bodies and insult their memory! their death!

"You" You manage to call out, finding your breath as you try to push yourself up one last time, the old man jumping out of the stream in shock at seeing another living soul among so many of the dead "What right do you have to disrespect the dead so...so casually? Who are you to annoy and pester the dying like they're flowers in your garden, what sick pride drives you to this cruelty!"

You realize the man had fallen on the stream in shock the second you finish your condemning speech at him, and had been half shouting at an old man now is soaked robes. Which makes you feel a little embarrassed when looking at it from that particular angle. He pauses as you realize he is wearing a mask, perhaps a wolf or something reptilian, and you stare at each other for a moment as you try and glare at him through the pain.

"the general still lives? like a story's end, the folly of man" he says in a flippantly sing song manner, leaning on his silver scepter to stand "And has enough life to insult and belittle his better in doing his divine duty for his mistress, though I mean no rudeness, I must say I am shocked and appalled at your state! in fact I must say I am....impressed in some regard, please, keep speaking I need to find one who is worthy yes...yes"

Oh, that would explain it.
He is clearly mad
fantastic, the last man to hear you and he's gone the way of Moon-eyes

What do you do?
[]ask him to explain himself
[] try and will yourself to dream before you pass
[] THE NERVE! DOESN'T HE KNOW WHAT HAS HAPPENED HERE!
[] try and figure out where you went wrong
[] try and stand to slap him, and then faint from the pain \
[] Bemoan your fate
[] tell him to ignore you, others may be saved, there is no point in saving a doomed man, let alone talking to him
[] try and spit on him
[] write in

>>3243367
>[] THE NERVE! DOESN'T HE KNOW WHAT HAS HAPPENED HERE!
>[] tell him to ignore you, others may be saved, there is no point in saving a doomed man, let alone talking to him

Don't just tell him. Order him. has he no humanity?!

>>3243367
[] tell him to ignore you, others may be saved, there is no point in saving a doomed man, let alone talking to him

Worthy of what? I'm dead can't you see? This gut wound won't let me see the sunset, so why don't you make yourself useful and instead of proding and disrespecting the dead find someone who can still be helped.

>>3243367
>[] tell him to ignore you, others may be saved, there is no point in saving a doomed man, let alone

>>3243372
Support

>>3243384
This

HOWEVER! Madness doesn't not give an excuse to such a callous nature! in fact if anything all it does is worsen the wounds such a demeanor causes as easily as other men would breath. Gritting your teeth as tasting mud as you will yourself to hang onto life if but for a few more seconds to tell this despicable old man his wrongs and have at least some satisfaction to carry you into death's embracing jaws. Pressing against your seeping wound, feeling the grit of gravel inside it, you try to stand and settle for merely leaning forward as the cold lump of metal sinking into your guts stabs into some deep part of yourself, making your snarl of distaste turn into an inhuman growl of pain.

"Willful, wrathful, well spoken for a common man of war, truly a peculiar and rare find among the rabble" the man says, pointing his scepter towards you "please, awash me with your fury and spite, bleed your emotions toward my open ears, I am used to such abuses. So please, show me the worth within your heart"

"I HAVE NO PURPOSE IN SPEAKING TO YOU, MOON BORN!" You bark at him, trying to find the confidence you used to command the men around you to death "You ramble about worthiness? Worthy of what! Can't you see beyond that mask"

for emphasis and against you better judgment, you dig your hand, and the soiled glove covering it into your wound, flashes of stabbing and burning pain filling your mind as the hooded, masked man simply tilts his head, framed by the grey sky as the wind runs her hand through his hair and beard

"I am dead! can't you see!" You roar with a dry, harsh voice, losing your breath and falling forward as pain brings you low again, your fury turning to sorrow as you wail the rest of your words as they flow to your mind, looking up at the source of your dying rage and final annoyance "This cut in my gut will not let me see the sunset, and feel its keepers kind hand upon my face one more time! SO WHY DON'T YOU MAKE YOURSELF USEFUL AND INSTEAD OF PRODDING AND DISRESPECTING THE DEAD FIND SOMEONE WHO CAN STILL BE HELPED AND WARDED AGAINST FINAL-HUNTERS JAWS!"

He simply stands there, raising a white gloved hand....made of a snakeskin, to brush his hair out of his' masks eyes and then you can see his own eyes, a venomous green that stand out against the colors of the world fading around you.

"Oh" He says, prodding the ground in front of you with the gemmed end of his scepter....cat's eyes, you think. usually used for divination if you remember right "So you would refuse and offer to live, so another may? but there is pride in that selflessness, to order a living man as you lie dying"

He brings the end of his scepter to your chin, mud dripping upon the sash tied under your broken helmet, as you become aware of the metal from it biting into your cheeks.

"The.Height. of. Hubris" he says slowly, tauntingly as you only glare up at him, before he slowly turns from you and sighs "Oh it would seem you are what I am searching for, but"
cont

>>3243443
"Oh will you make it to the ceremony" He worries, fidgeting his palm over the scepter's top, crouching towards you "You've mixed the twin gods of death's name, reason leaves you and yet you still strive to pay the debt you've seen yourself make, to give another a chance despite the brilliance I see in your eyes, and the general's coat upon your back. You rage against ME! the one other thing you can tell is alive in front of you, and seek to command ME! to save others, which I think is commendable in such a prideful way. Wrath, pride. horrible sins yet you muddle them with such selfless kindness and worry"

"Have you no humanity? HELP THEM" You command "See reality and"

"Oh yes, yes you're worthy" he says ignoring you completely "but...do you the resolve to handle it...hm...hm. the ceremony does at times require a last request and you have given yours so!"

He brings his scepter to his chest like a dueling sword and points it toward your heart


"Choose, the one who shall gain the same blessing, the same privilege. And doom the rest to die" he says pressing the top against you "And I shall do more than save them"

What is he even saying? confused you move to brush his scepter off of you and...and you don't know what you'll do next, for once in your life. You have no idea of your next action

Well?
[] Name one, if they still live
[] Stubbornly refuse to answer
[] I do not care for that, help the living, and leave me in peace
[] Make a choice based off which would do better in the world
[] Smack him now that he's close, you have no time to waste talking to the mad.
[] All men are equal in the face of death, there is no need to choose who avoids that hunt, merely save the ones who can be, and leave the dead like me alone in their peace
[] WHY MUST EVERYONE I FACE BE SO STUBBORNLY MORONIC!?
[] grab his scepter and motion to the entire battlefield
[] write in

>>3243463
>[] grab his scepter and motion to the entire battlefield

>>3243463
>point to the little red haired soldier, the rest of the men came here to die like you did, that kid had no place in the battlefield, such a waste.

>>3243463
>[] grab his scepter and motion to the entire battlefield

>>3243463
Graab his septar and motion to the entier battlefield. Except the enimy general. Fuck thay guy in particular.

>>3243463
I like this>>3243487 if we have to chose someone.

But I agree we should
>[] grab his scepter and motion to the entire battlefield
Maybe we can save more than one.

>>3243463
>grab his scepter and motion to the entire battlefield
Our ability to give a fuck at this point died together with our mortal body.

>>3243463
>[] WHY MUST EVERYONE I FACE BE SO STUBBORNLY MORONIC!?

You grab at his scepter, and he lets go of it like the man who gave you your first short blade in training, trying to add pomp and circumstance to seemingly devoting your final moments to annoyance and confused ramblings. And the moment he relinquishes the small silver scepter into your hand, you swing it around. And surprisingly he does not jolt or even move when it comes close to his head, he simply shifts it to the other side as his curious eyes watch you with near reverent fascination. Craning his head up, he chuckles as he sees your act of defiance and the insult towards him, having use the arc of your swing to motion to the rest of the battlefield that was made over a fight of a few bottles of wine and the soil that grew them.

"Oh...oh" he chuckles, shaking his head slightly "such defiance, such stubbornness. I must say I will be quite happy serving you, and I also must thank you, for giving me an excuse to...for once, show kindness and mercy to my fellow man, no please, understand, that the pain you will feel is temporary"

"I am already in.." You begin to say as he suddenly presses his hand to your throat, three fingers stealing your breath as he nods

"Sleep, and awaken to your reward" He says lovingly as he cradles your falling face with his suddenly bare hand, somehow having managed to pull his glove off in between his quick, jittery motions "And if we are lucky, perhaps siblings, a rarity among..."
and the world becomes a mash of colors and stabbing pains of all kinds
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Do you wish to see what the ritual actually is?
[] yes
[] No, I like secrets

also it is very hard to write when a dog is barking unceasingly and loudly

>>3243565
>[] yes

>>3243565
>[] yes

>>3243565
>[] yes

>>3243565
[] No, I like secrets

Give the dog some treats, it can't bark if its eating.

>>3243585
Not this dog, he's a fat ass who inhales food. Like all labs. He also eats everything, like a summer sausage that was the size of himself when he was a slightly smaller puppy instead of the fucking bear he is now. Seriously guy has paws the size of my fist and he thinks hes the size of the yorkie

>>3243591
I had an akita like that, though he was a puddle and trid to jump on my lap.

If its a lab give him something to destroy, a piece of rag or an old shoe.

>>3243602
this one acts like a big cat, and rubs against your legs, leaning and trying to weave between them

You'd think you'd have died, though you realize there are many stories of men dreaming of the day to come to avoid some great tragedy or to cause it in trying to avoid the webs and veins of fate. But you don't believe such a thing is possible, dreams are never realistic or logical enough to see a pattern in anyways. So of course that had to be reality, only reality could be so cruel to so many after all. The fact that I am able to think so clearly shows that I've awakened alive rather than dead, in fact that I am shows that, you think as you try to sit up and find that your body remains still. You know you have many regrets, but not enough to be buried in your own flesh, so you try again, to force your body to move in any direction. And despite the Urikish like effort and struggle you're forcing upon yourself, feeling the fight against the cage of your body has become. And the darkness fills with dim light, as you will one of your eyes open enough to be able to look at the state of yourself, and with it, returns your extremely dulled senses. as Calm as you always are when curious, you do not panic when you find yourself laid out upon a table of stone like a roast pig. Nor do you feel shame at seeing your own nude body, covered in odd salves and cuts, runes you think. the kind used to lure magic from the veins, but you can't be sure as you did not study such things in any detail. Tactics and war had your interest much more after all. After seeing your bare, ruined body covered in oddly colored medicines or whatever the salve is, you realize you're laying in a small bool of liquid silver...mercury you think its called. it stings your wounds even through the haze your mind is in...drugged you assume, considering the odd taste on your tongue and the thick liquid dribbling down your lips to your chin. You're vaguely aware of some kind of heat hanging in the air, making it humid despite the winter the land is currently locked in. As you wake up more, you see there are sticks of crushed herbs burning in bowls set to each on of your major organs, set along the edge of the massive stone table you've been set upon. You don't know why they're there? you certainly had not been upon the corpse field long enough to inhale rotten air, so they can't be to treat that. A blazing light passes you, the hooded figure of the old man walking past you with a glinting something in your hand. He gazes at you and nods, setting a bundle of your cape and broken helmet by your feet as he lights them with the small metal poker in his hand, glowing red with heat. The burning spreads from your feet to your legs as the small fire consumes your ruined belongings greedily. Then he moves to your side.
cont

>>3243650

"of the living, and the....chosen dead, you are the most wounded" the man says as he grabs your face gently and turns it to himself "only kept alive by grief and indignation. I'll have to work fast to prepare you flight from this vessel into the proper one"

Why does he sound so joyous all of a sudden.

"Yes yes, it seems my...your mother has seen fit to accept my choice in you, though I had to convince her through argument and....sacrifice" He says, to himself you imagine. As you mother was a scullery maid from Karskia you believe, and have many doubts that he'd even know her. So you let him ramble, as you can't really interrupt the mad man in your current state "But that matters not! for now I shall spend my waning years serving not one master, not even two! but a clutch!"

You manage to move your lips as one thought runs through you drugged mind. What in the titan's hell are you babbling about now

"Oh, awake are we?" he asks nodding happily as he begins to hum to himself, raising the glinting thing up to the air "Impressive, and unfortunate, as you'll be aware enough to feel the...prepping of your soul. If you can, do try not to trash about, now where was I, ah yes, I need to muddle the uh...life leeching salves with the angels blood, your blood, the soon to be mothers blood and...hmm"

You aren't exactly sure, but you're confident that even if these injuries and whatever he's going to do with that barbed knife of his, that mixing mecury into your blood with strange salves would kill you

"Sorry, I have never preformed the rite of soul transferal before' He says giddly as he steadies his hand, the burning of your belongings and herbs casting a dim light over his masked face "So please, hold still, so I can properly carve the runes and preserve that mind and spirit of yours for new birth. it shall take awhile, but be thankful oh dark one, you are the first to be given the honor and it will be but brief torment compared to my slaving work through the night"

"Nnnnrr" you manage to groan as the cold steel of the knife parts and begins to scrape away your flesh

"this is the easiest method, trust me, the pain is nothing compared to the alternatives you could face, being mauled and torn to shreds, swallowed alive, burnt on a pyre, melted in an alchemical elixr" He says, repeating horror after horror as your mind is thankfully too focused on the blinding pain to imagine them as he describes them "For examples or say, being slowly tortured to destroy your sense of self before any of those terrible ends, or my most feared method, being used to cultivate a fruit holding your own soul, Yes"

He flicks the blade and sets aside the piece of flesh he's carved from your bare chest to the side slowly as he dips the edge back between skin and fat.

"Yes, you should be thankful this is all the pain you must go through" He sighed slowly as he knicked a bone, and pain shot through your spine "my apologizes, young master"
cont

>>3243676
If I could move, I'd bite out your through like an urikish screamer you utter cad! Your mind screams as tears flow down your cheek as he begins to flay another rune down your legs stomach, dipping his blade slowly and raising it to cut a strange symbol.

"yes, hopefully the others will be able to survive this small torment, as I am sure you will be able to considering your strong will" he says softly, patting your cheek reassuringly, his beard passing through the smoke as he moves back to his work, with a movement like a puppet being suddenly pulled on his strings "but the others, I am not sure. Surviving is after all just as attributed to the wounds given, the age and health of ones body as it is to the strength of ones spirit"

You think you can speak again, and have noticed that one rune ones from your through down to your back

What do you say if anything
[] just screaming
[] question why he's doing this to you
[] curse him by your choice of gods
[]ask exactly what he's preparing you for, and this ritual he's speaking off
[] a...are any others alive
[] Sh...shut up, please I've always hated healers who talk too much
[] write in

>>3243683
>[] Sh...shut up, please I've always hated healers who talk too much

>>3243683
>well if this is the most painless alternative, I am thankful. The others sound most unpleasent.

>>3243683
[] a...are any others alive

>>3243683
>[] a...are any others alive

>>3243683
>[] Sh...shut up, please I've always hated healers who talk too much
>if he has to talk at least tell a joke

>>3243711
>tell a joke
>Well at least you're losing weight young master
>Turns out beauty is in fact skin deep
>What's wrong? dragon's servant got under your skin?

>>3243683
>[] a...are any others alive

>[]ask exactly what he's preparing you for, and this ritual he's speaking off

>>3243683
>[] Sh...shut up, please I've always hated healers who talk too much

>>3243716
Well how many people have the luxury of an unwilling audience? Might as well try out all the bad jokes

"A...are any others alive still" You manage to groan a dry question through your teeth as he digs deep into your stomach as the mercury beneath you seems to take on a glow of its own

"I am surprised you can still speak as your soul is being dragged from its home" He says calmly, not even looking up from his work as his hands begin to explore and prod through your innards, either searching for something or more likely some demented curiosity "But the answer is for now, they are all wounded and weak, and some will not live through my tender care or be too willful to take to it. Or maybe not, maybe all will find the path to the end my mistress seeks, I do not know. I am merely a servant and"

He holds a clump of wet flesh in front of your face as he turns for something, and then drops it with a jolt and nervous laugh, "Sorry, forgot I was holding onto that, but as I said, yes. some did survive due to being brought proper care and being carried to these warm ruins...of course I shall only speak of the ones here, a merest handful, but many for what I am doing now"

"Sh...shut up please" You moan as he moves his knife slowly to your throat and dips the barb into you neck "please, I've always hated healers who talk to much, a simple yes would've been enough"

"Well I am no healer, I am a mere servant and before that a scholar of sorts, so I do not feel the need to listen to that and as my mistress is asleep I've gotten no one to talk at" he says in a rapid manner as he takes your ability to speak with a flick of his wrist. You feel your hot blood flow over your neck as he quickly begins to carve a path from the cut her made, connecting it along to all the other runes he's made deep into your flesh.

Now, you're dying. you hope at least, as any more of this will be pure torture and simple pain. But judging from the fading pains and the growing cold, you're right now, that your end is met in some strange mad man's ritual. but you don't pass, merely feel yourself drawn from your body as the disfigurement of your body continues, until you feel none of it and are simply watching him pull parts of you out and into the mercury pool you've been lain in.

"Don't worry, what you're feeling is death denied, I am told" he continues rambling as he begins tracing mercury over your ruined body, using the red hot poker as a brush "your body cannot continue to live, but your soul has been kept intact in the living, liquid metal. Which my master shall drink and place within the chosen egg, a process that shall be repeated with the others, if she so chooses to honor them. But she has give her word, so I must hope she'll keep her promise....Now, I would suggest you sleep, oh trapped soul, oh selfless general. for you shall awake into a dream that shall last seasons, before your new beginning"
cont

>>3243771

And with that, whatever kept you aware and awake for so long, through such torments and pain and annoyance snaps like a long frayed rope. And you pass into dreams, feeling trapped yet free, dead yet newly alive
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Prologue end: A fallen general
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And I am going to take a break here, as my neck is hurting and I feel like I could use a nap .

I will either continue this after said nap (So a few hours from now, like three or more) , and if not then then before I head to work next morning (a few hours before I started running this or at the same time) or the day after (similar)

Whichever I do I will say on twitter when I am writing up the post for the next "Session"

Meanwhile point of discussion

What sort of dragon will baslin become, look wise do you think?

>>3243777
Can we move as the metal? If so, try and escape, Because fuck this guy.

>>3243777
I'm thinking something metalic, maybe silver, those are badass

Thanks for running

>>3243783
I mean, if you could produce heat some how to make the mercury move you could, but sadly you do not know such magic

>>3243791
silver dragons are stylish, after all. And thanks for participating

>>3243777
Have a nice nap HM
Shoot out a tweet when you want to resume

>>3243777
Bronze an alloy of war. As a centurion this should fit us well

>>3243892
That does fit

>>3243777
Glad to be back HM! I love the idea for this quest! As for dragon ideas, I prefer the typical European depiction (Two arms and two legs with a quadrupedal posture, two massive wings, a spear shaped tail tip, and a majestic crown of horns), and preferably with red scales (to represent blood, or wine as it were) edged in silver (to represent steel and war). I thought that might represent his life and his death well enough, something of the mortal life to carry past his ascension

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First. I didn't know dragons could have manes. Second. It's pretty cool we got a Gandalf wizard servant.

>>3243777
What we would look like? I like this >>3243892 suggestion for Bronze colored dragon. Could we be a dragon with wing, that can switch from quadruped to bipedal? Though this >>3243952 suggestion sounds good too.
Pic related could we have this for our horns?

>>3243783
Seems a little too late, what with being a soul with no body, and a sleeping on at that.

>>3244012
Those are cool looking horns

I would go for a strong humanoid dragon no wings needed and i dont want any of the monster girl/boy crap with a human with slapped on parts

>>3244544
>>3244012
>>3243952
>>3243777

European dragon i would much prefer.

>>3244571
I'll assume you like the dragon horn example here? >>3244012

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>>3244579
More like this

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This is better >>3244583

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>>3244719
Howabout eragorn movie level smooth

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>>3244754
Make it silver and we are Golden

>>3244719
This, silver dragons are awesome.

>>3244908
Nah we centurion, metals of war! Bronze, iron, steel. Somthing noble for its strength not wealth.

going to be continuing in 5/6 or 7 hours at the latest. Also, fantastic ideas on baslin's new look guys

>>3243777
Scales of whiteish steel, fangs and claws of greyish iron and wings of reddish bronze; mirroring our cuirasse, sword and cape we wore when we were still humans.
As for general form, European dragon would be the best indeed.

>>3245887
I like the mental image I have of this

What if we become a mercury dragon? We got melted (or maybe amalgamated) to mercury.

https://youtu.be/SXr5yf6Q3ro
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Chapter 1 begin: Childhood's dawn
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Strange, how strange it is to wear armor, you think, when it only prolongs a suffering day. Its strange, you figure to bind yourself so willingly to the earth when one can soar through the sky and view all the red blooming fields beneath you, men willingly cutting open their wrists to feed the bubbling streams of tears that flow oh so freely through the fields and hillocks to empty out into great barrels of drink for the greedy eyed pigs dressed like men to quaff and guzzle like a common man drinks watered down wine. The sky, the sky. yes you can see it clearly now like a great dusk colored gem tilted in the hands of observing, formless gossiping gods. Your flight through the currents of wind fall as the streams suddenly harden into stone and the blossoming world becomes a simply drawn map carved unto a red stone face, all men turned to mere chess pieces as hands of gold and silver move their bronze soldiers along red worn paths. Your voice falls as silent as you plummeting fall, as you become a chess piece again, moving on strings drawn from your own veins to some unseen puppet master. the way they lead you is away from the proper path, towards a great cackling wolf with many such puppets as your self hanging lifeless from her mighty, red paint slathered jaws. Last-Hunter laughs at the feast being led to her, a play for noble borns to pet upon, the toy soldiers moved in nonsense ways before they clash and fall to pieces...pieces, how strange! you remember having more of yourself this morning and yet you're missing parts of the puzzle? the pieces you have don't quite fit your body, and you've been left incomplete. Incomplete, is that what your life is? a puzzle left unfinished by uncaring parents, teachers, generals and lords? or did they take parts of you to impart and forge your own knowledge? The wolf has left you, the battlefield has vanished but not the puppets, you see them now, as flesh sewn to metal and wood, all shattered and splintered, fallen like a pile of harvest season's leaves, the sky is no longer a gem, but a bottomless cup of overfilled wine rippling as is filled from the accusing and staring corpses laid all around in front of you like so many flowers, picked and torn then tossed aside by a maiden's gentle hand. But as you think to beg for forgiveness and draw up a plan to find forgivness, you realize they have passed and melted to a great bottomless sea of blackening blood, an unmoving stagnant and dead thing that begins to pulse and move unwholesomely. A formless mouth forms in front of you and begins to drink in itself and on the currents it makes draw you closer to it as it begins to shape itself and then redraw its design, there is no reason to try and swim away, how could you when you've melted into this wasteful slurry. staring at the yawning abyss of life that lays beyond its throat, you realize the light has color.
cont

>>3245072
Iron, cold iron, is the master of them all.

>>3246159
it is silver, tinged blue and red and so many other nameless colors. Like fracturing glass the color spreads and seeps throughout the void of wasted blood, unborn dreams and crying grief. The glowing roots spread deep into the sea, turning it once more to fertile earth with endless possibilities and opportunities within, great cliffs and hills forming, creating choke points and defendable locations as nature born fortress begin to construct themselves and soldiers dressed in armors of grass and bark rise up before you and....and.
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tired, worn, exhausted. A feeling of having slept for hours when you meant to simply rest your eyes. the kind of weariness a working man knows as well as the back of his own work scarred hands, a strength and mind numbing weakness. Asleep? have you been asleep? Surely you must've been, as....no, you should in fact be in your grave, but the pain and cold have fled your body. and it could not have been a dream, but yet, here you are waking once more. Confused panic courses through your mind as you struggle to figure out what's happened to you, the world has turned black and your body refuses to move and yet you can feel your blood pumping and flowing with a renewed fire which quickly turns to an unbearable burning sensation. You find your limbs again, and feel a unknown part of yourself strike out in blind panic.

Then, there's a tapping, a cracking noise like fine pottery dropping to the floor. And the lulling warmth had until now not noticed begins to fade away as rushing cold bites and digs into your flesh.

A hazy picture forms as a tide carries you to a brutally hard surface, sheering winds whipping around you.

Your body still refuses to obey your commands, but you can feel other presences next to you, and hearing the shifting of metal, a flash of fear grabs your mind as you remember the work of the healers given to work upon ruined men like butchers, or worse those corpse stealers seeking foul reagents from the dead. Alive, they must not realize you're alive. just a twitch, a sole movement to draw their eyes and they'll keep their blades away if only for a moment longer. and with a great force of will, you manage to find one of your hands and clench it. It feels heavier than it should and as it balls up to a fist your body raises up slightly, damp blankets covering you like a burial veil and...and.

How...how strange? you can see stone, and not the open field where you would be treated next to the battle. Carved stone, old stone. fort stone set with liquid marble between its blocks and....what manner of fort would use bricks this large? its an odd size, not at all normal for building purposes, too much work to move, yet still small enough to require effort to sheer down.

strange
cont

>>3246176

What do you do
[] call out for the caretakers to aid you, stating your standing
[] try and find something to stand up against
[]...is that a mirror you see? how damaged must you've become. you must see for yourself
[] Someone is beside you, perhaps they know why you are being sheltered under stone instead of in open air! don't the healers know this will just concentrate the foul air
[] calmly sit up and feel out your wounds, forcing your eyes open
[] curse the gods for keeping you alive to feel the shame of your foolishness
[]...water, you need water....you hear a stream nearby, perhaps they put us here because of close access to it?
[] write in

>>3246181
>take deep breath, trying to calm yourself and then try to sit up and feel out your wounds, forcing your eyes open
As hard as it is to keep ourselves calm, we need to try and stop ourselves from panicking and assess our situation.

>>3246181
>[] try and find something to stand up against

>Try to look aroubd and see the others around you.

>>3246193
>>3246195
A mix of these.

First we calm ourselves and think, then we evaluate the situation of the others.

We need to be calm if we are going to get anything done.

No, don't panic. if you panic then it will only get worse. the first coherent thought since your odd awakening rings through your mind as you lay still for a moment as the sound of metal hitting metal rings in your ears before fading away. The air is, cold at first but as you take another breath you realize its actually quite warm, almost hot and humid even. Which would make sense if they've lit a fire or lit enough incense in an enclosed space like a room filled with the wounded and or dying, you think. it makes more sense than the vague memory you have of before you fell asleep at the very least. Yes, first thing you need to do, you're safe it seems so now you must learn how badly wounded you still are, and the state of the others in the room with you. Once the order of the injured and crippled is known, then you can seek help for yourself or lend what aid you can to the others if that killing wound has some how been miraculously healed along with your guts. Wait, where's the pain? that can't have passed without leaving a mark, in fact it shouldn't have passed at all.

You can't reach your stomach with how you're laying right now with arms splayed out in front of you, you'll need to sit up. Pressing your other arm down, you manage to force your eyes open enough to see the vague outline of your own arms, and try to bend your knees to sit up without moving you midsection too much less you reopen your wound.

Then your limbs give out, and you fall on your back, the wind leaving your lungs in an instant as a bright light fills the room., But no pain? perhaps the unknown caretaker whos brought you here has drugged you to ease your passing? no, you'd still feel a wound that terrible, so why is it all that you feel is the warmth in the air and the chill of the stones beneath you?

Well, standing would be the first order of business, and with this extra light you should be able to see the room better, and its other inhabitants. At the moment at least, you seem to be in no danger of bleeding out from that spear wound, so the next course of action would be seeing the state of the others...or simply finding them. Tossing yourself on the side, the wet blankets still sticking to your back, you find it easier to drag yourself along to the vague blob of shadow in front of you, which becomes clearer as you approach it.

Poor soul seems worse off than you, seeing as even with your somewhat muddled vision the shape is shuddering and twitching as if in great pain, with weak moans of pain escaping the wretch's lips....pain you no doubt led them to.
You can't quite tell, but they too seem to be covered in a heavy blanket and strewn out on the floor like some common dog....did they even see fit to give you a bed to rest in?

There are more shapes further along, but you'll see to them once you find if your nearest neighbor requires any aid. the moans of pain...you realize now that you've crawled up to it to get a better look aren't human sounding
cont

>>3246237
And, as the clouds in your eyes clear, you see that what you thought was a wounded soldier is rather some great beast, cloaked in a wet covering of tissue bursting from its back, moist looking scales with strange extensions along its side and a tail larger than your own legs...or an ox by your own estimate. Body built like a wolf-cat...snake like covering, paws larger than your head. thankfully you cannot see its no doubt terrible head.

But the thing seems to be aware of you now, shuddering as it lets out a baleful wail.

What do you do?
[] stay perfectly calm, reptiles cannot see what does not move
[] FLEE! CRAWL TO SAFETY
[]...wait a moment, you've seen beasts like this before, along your father's breastplate he cannot fit into! A dragon! a newly born...oh well this isn't good!
[] strike first! you may be weak but so is it
[] Scream for help!
[]slink away before it can see you
[] write in

>>3246248
You remember something about how music calms these kinds of beasts same with newborns Sing or Hum for your literal life

>>3246248
>slink away before it can see you

BETTER PART OF VALOR, BETTER PART OF VALOR!

>>3246248
>[] stay perfectly calm, reptiles cannot see what does not move

It has to be true a priest told me!

>>3246286
Well, how much you can trust a priest depends on the god they follow, doesn't it? but that's just common sense!

>>3246259
Try this.

Now a normal man, a man who has not heard the dread singing of Red-Hands in the din of battle, who has not led a charge or followed suicidal orders to make a higher officer look better would perhaps, flee and screaming, banging on the door and pleading any god who'd listen for salvation. You are however, A legionnaire, why you're a centurion of a...minor noble sure, but part of a noble army none the less! A mere beast will not drive you to cry out and flee like an milk fed child, no! and sure such a sight would drive even hardened men to flee, but not you! your mind is cursed, after all, to always have some bastion of calm, clear thinking to allow you to view all the horrors of the world but also think as you would during a midnight stroll with a glass of warmed wine in hand, planning. Yes, this mind of yours was made to plan and think even with such stresses piled upon it. And yes, beasts such as this are...well you've never fought them! but you have heard and read accounts of such dread things being calmed and soothed as a newborn when sung or hummed to!
and though no membership to a chorus you claim, you can still belt out a somewhat even tune when dragged into a marching or drinking song. And that will have to do, otherwise your death is surely to follow soon after! Why must Coin-snatcher deal you only bad luck of late, it simply is not fair!

Opening your mouth, you find moving your jaws to be quite tiresome, as if someone had tied a chain though your teeth, and to make matters worse you tongue lolls out like some kind of drunk. But despite this, you begin to sing a soft lullaby your nursemaid used to sing to you and nearly jump out of your own skin as a most horrible growling noise rises into the air. Before you realize it was your own voice, you've gasped...or rather screamed in shock, the creature in front of you shrieking much the same as you on instinct more than any carefully planned move, back up with more haste than your tired body should be able to move. Mostly as your well oiled mind has gone blank with a unusual panic, a panic of realization as it slowly begins to piece together whats happening.

or rather would, if you had not stumbled on something laying still on the ground, distracted by the beasts scared thrashing and crying as you fall to the ground, flat.

And, your eyes have cleared now, and you can clearly see your hands, as they have cushioned your fall.

They are not human hands, and as you have gathered by what has replaced your commanding voice, neither is the rest of you.
claws have taken the place of fingers, and scales have replaced your dark, dusky skin. as the light rapidly approaches, you can see the color much clearer

What color are your scales? (primary at least)
[] Bronze
[] Iron grey
[] Silver
[] Red
[] Blue
[] Black
[] White
[] green
[] muddled brown
[] another color (something more detailed or strange, or some secondary color or detail)

>>3246329
Shamelessly reposting my earlier post :p
>Scales of whiteish steel, fangs and claws of greyish iron and wings of reddish bronze; mirroring the cuirasse, sword and cape we wore when we were still human.

>>3246329
>[] Red
>Edged in steel

Stats will, by the way be determined in the upcoming votes, the scales are for style alone

>>3246329
>[] Silver
Or anything metal looking

>>3246329
>>3246334
Im voting for this, its a really cool idea

>>3246334
Ok for me, steel seems like a nice color, even if a little clearer than normal.

>>3246329
How about:
>Leaden

A color akin to blessed god's steel, a whitish sheen beyond silver , this color would be attributed to a vein bled from either of the twin death gods or moon-eyes. Whitish steel scales, no normal beast would have such a hide and despite the confusion you are quickly coming to realize what exactly has happened to you at least in part. Stretching your claws, you think them to be iron made living, as that is the color they hold and a quick turn of your overly heavy head, you can see the mass you had imagined as a blanket is in fact a pair of wet, drooping wings like those of a bat, unable to rise up or do anything besides drag along the ground, leaving a trail of...some unwholesome liquid to be sure. they are, however the color of bloodstained bronze, perhaps metal blessed by the father of war himself? Reddish bronze wings....scales of dull iron and scales of a briliantly polished white hued steel. it reminds you of your armor, your weapons and your officers uniform you wore, and as you stretch out and dig your claw into the stone, scratching it. it finally sinks into your mind.

You aren't human any more, your body has been weak as you have been born anew as an infantile beast....a dragon as nothing else you know holds any number of these characteristics you now possess, and the fading recollection of what that moon maddened old man had said makes a little more sense now.

He has somehow turned you, and other poor souls into dragon whelps. If only you had been part of force sent to Emberlayn. Still, at least you still retain your sharpened mind. You cannot assume the same as that....wait? if you were just now born? and that poor thing was in such a state then doesn't that mean they're your sibling by blood now?

Hmm, there is a mirror laid in front of you, resting upon a pile of fine rugs...look Karskian from your lacking knowledge on such things.

What do you do?
[] gaze upon your new self, no sense in denying reality
[] Calm your apparent sibling, the best you can
[] try and plan escape from this nest in what seems to be a storage room
[] Realize all of your problems have changed and take a bit to build a list of your current problems and possible solutions
[] try to recall what you know about dragons roll 3d10 (successes reached at five or higher)
[] face the light that has been approaching you constantly
[] allow yourself the chance to panic
[] figure out how to walk in this body
[] write in

>>3246388
>[] gaze upon your new self, no sense in denying reality
>[] Realize all of your problems have changed and take a bit to build a list of your current problems and possible solutions
>[] figure out how to walk in this body

>>3246388
>>3246398
These three if possible

>>3246388
[] gaze upon your new self, no sense in denying reality
[] Calm your apparent sibling, the best you can

>>3246398
Support

>>3246388
>[] figure out how to walk in this body
>[] Calm your apparent sibling, the best you can

No sense in leaving brother/sister sucumb to panic.

of course you only noticed that as you're trying to avoid the fact that you've somehow turned into a dragon. A rather shocking fact, but as strange as it is, you can't really deny it or ignore it. Something would be very wrong if you could, in fact. So its better to just face your new self, get an image of what you are and see if that helps at all to make this a little less...shocking. The light grows in intensity as you hear boot muffled foot falls approaching you, and after a brief glare from the mirror blinding your new, untested eyes, you manage to get a look at yourself. And what a pitiful sight it is. Barely open eyes, heavy lidded and drooping set in the middle of a head that can barely raise itself from the ground, pathetic wings pulsing with veins shuddering at the merest touch of the wind. Scales, covered in some thick liquid that has collected dust and other foulness. You almost can't bear the sight of yourself, and stop yourself from looking away, managing to raise your head proudly and jut out your chest for a second glance.

You must focus, clear your minds of the worries of that battle, your training, and various morning duties and oblications, you have a new set of issues to deal with, and the first is learning to move so you may deal with the others. And a very good way to do that, is to get a look at your body, and envision how its muscles would pull and contract, comparing it to something from nature.

yes, holding your head up high! you can tell you have four limbs, not including wing and tail and that your scale covered body is...well it sort of looks like a..

well?
[] fox! (2 points into dexterity, 3 in speed)
[] A wolf? or some sort of hound. (1 str, 2 con, 1 dex, 1 speed)
[] A great, stout bear (3 points strength, 2 points con)
[] a weird....long sort of cat thing (4 dexterity, 1 speed)
[] A turtle...standing like a hog (4 con, 1 str)
[] A...(5 points to spread out among con, str, speed and dex)

>>3246457
>[write in] A mighty lion
2 constitution 2 strength 1 dexterity

>>3246457
>[] A wolf? or some sort of hound. (1 str, 2 con, 1 dex, 1 speed)

>>3246457
>>3246467

Yes a lion!

>>3246457
[] A...
an absolute fool 2 luck 3 charisma

>>3246484
What would that even look like?

>>3246477
>>3246467
https://youtu.be/QgFHL2R8m6s

>>3246467
Gotta go with this

>>3246467
Good enough.

Maybe a tiger so we wont have a mane? Furry dragons A shit.

LION SHAPED. 2 con, 2 str, 1 dexterity
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A lion. You've seen them before of course, even seen a man devoured by a starved one at a mock execution held at your true born brother's last birthday. Majestic creatures, mighty creatures. Always wanted to go on a hunt for one, if not for the fact that was a privilege above you station. Still, you have much to admire in the beasts, they were in a way, like you. An air of pride and fine breeding, but a pack creature, one that had to work with its fellows to accomplish anything. Deadly and regal. And now you see why you've had such trouble "Standing" before, besides your new quadrupedal nature. You've been trying to stand flat on your "hands" and "feet" as it were. great paw like hands capped with claws, yes, you've seen how lions moved and with some thought it should be easy to learn how to walk once gets into proper working order. Hopefully you don't share as much with felines besides your body and claws, otherwise you'll be as defenseless as a kitten. But that shouldn't be a worry, already your wings are starting to...somewhat listen? You've got them to shift a little since you've been observing your new vessel, and can lift your neck and head, getting a long look at it to see its a mixture of a lion's visage and that of reptile or snake in someway. But it leans more towards the former, a very, feline....regal look. Actually its quite lovely, handsome even. if it weren't for you're careful grooming of your hair and beard you'd be almost grateful, but now it just makes you feel as if you've wasted time with all that.

Hmm, yes indeed. this isn't too unpalatable, in fact it isn't disagreeable, it is actually almost welcomed. Yes, your soul must've shined through, for this face of yours, this body in fact truly shows not only your breeding but your own dignified graces, your cat like calm....though it seems your eyes have taken on that same reddish bronze hue as your wings. A shame really, you used to have such lovely sapphire colored eyes.

The footsteps get closer as you lift and turn your head again, sitting more comfortably in a manner you've seen cats do before, to more easily admire and inspect your new self. And....the grating shrieking of terror your new sibling is making tugs at your heart's own blood. it sounds like man dying. horrid. simply horrid

what do you do?
[] keep inspecting (choose a few secondary traits)
[] turn to face the footsteps
[] hide from the approaching man
[]Help your sibling come to grips, honestly its a little embarrassing to hold panic for so long
[] preen and try to clean yourself
[] Pretend to be asleep in front of the mirror, assess the situation and potential danger, then act. being too hasty led you to this mess, can't make the same mistake now
[] figure out how to speak, just in case you must lecture some one or play the diplomat today
[] write in

>>3246519
Since we're a lizard, I assumed the mane would be either squamous or made out of bone/métal which would be pretty fucking sweet looking but if such is not the case, I'd agree with you and chose to be bald rather than get some furry shittery.

>>3246561
>Help your sibling come to grips, honestly its a little embarrassing to hold panic for so long

>>3246566
>>3246519
worry not, I would not force a mane upon ye. You can choose to have one

>>3246561
>[] keep inspecting (choose a few secondary traits)
>[]Help your sibling come to grips, honestly its a little embarrassing to hold panic for so long

>>3246569
Support

Also, try and vocalize a little to see if we have retained our ability to speak.

>>3246561
>figure out how to speak
> helo your sibling come to grips

>>3246561
>[]Help your sibling come to grips, honestly its a little embarrassing to hold panic for so long

>>3246561
>[]Help your sibling come to grips, honestly its a little embarrassing to hold panic for so long

Hey, sis, calm down

Well, while proper appearances and a groomed look are important for a legionnaire and especially a general or officer of the army, you have all the time in the world to figure out the horn and tail and wing and...other odd parts situation later. However, your heart and soul simply cannot stand that dreadful noise, that noise of fear, pain, and instinctual confusion. That crying sibling of yours may not remember who they were as you do, or perhaps simply never were a mortal man, but you still cannot stand hearing another suffering so shortly after the tragedy you led your men into, that you suffered. And beast or man be their mind, they are your blood now, no longer are you tied to your family by blood, but you are bound to them and the others of this brood you've been born into. For no matter the form, blood is the most holy of substances. So, as the first hatched...you think? it falls upon you to watch over, guard, and bring your sibling to their senses.

Besides, its a bit embarrising to hold onto panic for so long! why you have already figured out the basis of walking and opened your eyes, while they lie squalling on the floor like an infant. have they no shame.

Huffing, raising your head as you try to stride and end up stumbling and swaying with every step, you retrace your steps to the pile of crackling, ember filled logs where what you assume to be your and your siblings eggs had lain. Sitting back down on your haunches, you look over them like a curious cat, taking in their looks. It'd appear they're different then you, holding a more ruddy red appearance, with smoother, red scales that shine like rubies, with a few dips of gold both brilliant and dull speckled on their sides and under belly. Their body is also long, stretched out, serpentine with four long limbs, somewhat spindly with longer claws than your own. And...fins? their wings are fin like, and they also have fins along their sides and limbs and between their claws. More adapted to an aquatic existence you think. And while you didn't get a good look at your own horns, being distracted by your scales and face, theirs are spear like things, curling over their spiked brows as pure white as pearls, long as well....they also have an odd sort of loose, hanging frill that would be mistaken for hair at a glance, as you had done. Overall, they are slighter than you, with thinner claws and needle like fangs. More reptilian, judging from their thin snout.

also very flexible as they're tangled in themselves. almost impressive that.

Clearing your throat, you hack up a ball of slime, drooling it on them as they look up at you, pale blue eyes wide with fright as they see your throat ripping fangs and hanging tongue as you try not to choke on whatever had filled your throat. Closing your lips, you raise your head, trying to retain your dignity as you place a hand? upon their....where their shoulder should be at least.
cont

>>3246641

"straaahhhh'apa" You manage to gurgle and growl, trying to say stop with an entirely unfamiliar mouth, your leg muscles flexing as you hold them still. Breathing deep, your chest rises as you bow your head

"Hrreeeuuuuuumaaaaa" You say slowly trying to figure out how to say human with a mouth more fit to be an armory than the instrument for one as enlightened and verbose as yourself. You are not sure if this is working, as this one's emotions are hard to read...terror and panic is clear, but only in their eyes.

What do you do?
[] Simply stay near them, and look yourself over a while more
[] drag them to the mirror,
[] Sigh and try to tell them exactly what's going on
[] try to untangle them, as its hurting your neck to look at them
[] Maybe if I brought them something to dry off with they'd understand I am no threat
[] the footsteps are right next to you! hide yourself!
[] write in

>>3246659
>[] Maybe if I brought them something to dry off with they'd understand I am no threat

if we can communicate properly, gestures speak louder than words, let's calm our sibling by showing they are not alone

>>3246659
>Simply stay near them, and look yourself over a while more

>>3246659
[] Sigh and try to tell them exactly what's going on
[] Maybe if I brought them something to dry off with they'd understand I am no threat

Practice talking while we get the thing.

>>3246681
+1

>>3246659
>[] Simply stay near them, and look yourself over a while more
>[] try to untangle them, as its hurting your neck to look at them

>>3246681
Support

Well, this shall be quite an obstacle won't it? this mouth is simply not used to speaking, its already such a pain part of you almost wants to give up and move onto other chores you've set for yourself, like figuring out where you are and how to walk properly. But, well. What sort of ma...dragon would you be to abandon one of your fellows, and not just that but a sibling to their lonely terror? probably a proper one, to be honest, but well, you still believe that all creatures should respect their ties of blood. It wouldn't be right to just ignore such connections! and it'd feel wrong to leave such a pitiful creature by themselves. So you clear your throat, and let out a crackling, almost shrill sigh as your roll your neck and nearly fall over as its weight tries to pull you down to the ground again.

"Nnnnn ought....aaaaaaah...thhhrrrrraaaahTY" You hiss out, slowly getting used to your new tongue and how your fangs make yours words sound, placing the claw on their shoulder to your heart...where it used to be at least "BRaaaaathoooour, freeeee ahnd"

You tap your claw on your lighter hued underbelly, your sickle like claws making a light din as you look down at them and tilt your head, waiting for a response. they struggle for a second, realizing you haven't tried to eat them yet, and that a human body could never bend in that many ways (hopefully they do at least). but they still seem to be still caught in a panic. Of course, not everyone is blessed with such a cool mind as yours, and as you have your wits still, it falls to you to lead them to a clear mind, so you may discuss your situation and figure out the next course of action. Two minds, even with a vast difference between them, is far better than one. foolish ideas are better than biased ideas after all

"Wraaag-it, Eeeerrrrr" You growl, licking your fangs, it takes much more breath to speak than it used to, but you will adjust. if they cannot understand your words as more than growls and hissing, then a kind gesture will show that they are not alone and you are no danger to them. A simple, caring gesture will do....oh that would do! they are soaked wet still, as they have not had the time to collect ash and dust as you have! that will show where you stand to them! AND karskian rugs are made to absorb moisture like a sponge! perfect, just grab one of the shabbier ones to not annoying their owner, who is most likely your mother and bring it back! and then you can begin actual communication! find out if they were one of your men. Yes that will be the plan. You try make a few noises, slowly finding how to pitch your new voice and control the noises your tongues makes with many squeals, croaks, hisses, grows and near roars slowly making them selves into your name, Baslin, Baslin. its a start and
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>>3246772

"AH! the Centurion! I recognize that wisdom in your eyes" that joyously mad voice from before you slept rings in your ears, as you glance to your side as you stumble and fall to your side, and see a rosy cheeked, white haired looking hermit in a bright, fluffy pinkish purple robe....holding what appears to be a roast rabbit on a skewer, with a carving knife in the other hand....he is also wearing women's slippers

"of course you'd be so dignified and quick witted to adjust so easily! thought you might have fled for a moment when you were not by thine holy vessel"

You stare at the mad man for a moment as he frowns.

"Your egg" He sighs, losing his jovial tone "Most....newborns panic you see, so I worried the worse, please forgive me for thinking you so...instinctual. But, I've brought a meal for you and your uh...peers? no, siblings. as it'd be easier to explain and teach them when their bellies are filled and...where you going"

"Arther theeengs taaaagh doooooe" You hiss as you grab one of the rugs in your claws, cutting into it as the man hops behind you and catches it

"Ah, making a nest?" he asks cheerfully, looking down at you with sparkling, youth filled eyes despite being as wrinkled as a pickled plum "Oh of course, you must rest! its must be exhausting and....oh such lovely scales and wings I must say my lord! and your hor.."

Fine, teeth will work better until you get your strength in your "hands" and arms again. biting into the rug, you drag it and quickly find it to weigh more than expected, but thankfully you can drag it like a lion drags its kill, having watched them preform the action, you figure your neck strong enough to replicate the feat considering the resemblance.

What do you do?
[] just care for your sister and dry them, ignoring the fools praises
[] TRY and hold a conversation with the mad men
[] point a claw at your struggling sibbling, the fool should aid them and give you peace
[] Let him hover around you, for now
[] ...what about your horns? (Secondary traits choosing time)
[] snap at him! he annoys like a biting fly!
[] write in

>>3246798
>[] just care for your sister and dry them, ignoring the fools praises
>[] point a claw at your struggling sibbling, the fool should aid them and give you peace

>>3246798
[] just care for your sister and dry them, ignoring the fools praises

building rapport with dragon sibling

>>3246798
>[] just care for your sister and dry them, ignoring the fools praises
>[] snap at him! he annoys like a biting fly!

Servant or no, he is still a crazy asshole who poked our soldiers corpses with a stick

>>3246798
>[] just care for your sister and dry them, ignoring the fools praises

>>3246798

>[] just care for your sister and dry them, ignoring the fools praises

https://youtu.be/CKEqKDvRdo4
I feel like this song will see some use later on in this quest

>>3246830
Oh yes that will do nicely

Ignore him Baslin, you tell yourself as you slowly drag the dusty marsh green and dull orange rug over to your slightly less squirmy sibling, taking a few uneven steps towards them as the retainer that must serve your new mother continues to shower praises upon your still weak, and unsteady body. Just pay him no Heed baslin, fools have naught to say be idiocy don't let it take root in your mind. Huffing, you drop the now slightly drool covered rug in front of the tangled bramble of scales and fins that is your less stalwart sibiling, and begin to try and pick it up in a way that won't dig your dagger like fangs into their still soft flesh, or coat them in a new layer of drool.

"Oh....oh I see, still so concerned about the men beneath thee, I must say, that is not very draconian...but how many of your elders have been slain by traitorous vassals, I wonder?" He says, reaching for you before you shoot him a hateful glare, and he moves his hand away from you as quick as he was to shower you in praises "Forgive my impudence, my young lord. I shall leave you to your duty, the others will no doubt be hungry"

And with that, the fool and his praises leave you, and give you a moments silence. Closing your eyes to savior it, a sigh slips from your mouth as you try to gently pat your sibling down, opening your eyes to see their eyes have calmed somewhat, as has their breathing. It seems, they've come to realize you mean them no ill and can be trusted as a brother would trust a brother, because that is what you are now and you can see the gratitude growing in their eyes. it makes your heart warm, especially after your most shameful mistake and

"Faaan kaaa oooooh" they try to speak in thanks in a more wispy, soft and feminine face, more like a cat's purr mixed with a vipers hiss than your roaring growl. A grumble rise from your throat, as you're unable to speak, and simply guide the rug with the help of your heavy, weary hand. Using the other to keep balanced.

This shall be quite a trial already, you've come to realize. especially with that moon "blessed" fool hounding your every mood with needless praising.
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And we'll take a break here, as though work is in a few hours, I need a break to recharge, will start again when i get home in around 9 hours or 8? or early in the morning tomorrow after a sleep

in the meanwhile, break time discussion

Horns! Wings! tail! scales! other things. Discuss secondary attributes you'd like to have (your sister's fins are one such trait) , and the kind starting magical ability you might wish to have (fire breath is of course, one of them)

also the mental stats are going to be adjusted by your actions in this first thread, and so far seem they'll be unchanged from what I gave mortal!Baslin.
>>3246839
https://youtu.be/MUjayqeu8SA
maybe this as well, but with king instead of queen

>>3246877
*voice, not face. How does one speak in a face, I wonder?

>>3246798
>just care for your sister and dry them, ignoring the fools praises

>>3246877
thanks for running

as for magic, we could use some kind of buff magic or mass buffs since we were a commander, fire magic too so we have offensive capabilities also

>>3246877
Thanks for Running HM
As for Magic we are already a multi Metallic Dragon we need some kind of Metal transmutation to change materials into metals
And fire breath to smelt all the metals

>>3246877
Of course our mental stats are unchaged. We are not some savage to be affected by base instincts. We are still the same Baslin we always were jusy in a new body.

If we could have a scaled main that would be awesome
Sharpened tail like a spear or gladius, claws like swords. scales like armor fasioned like sacle mail. Wings like a cape
I want to look like the commander we were

>>3246911
Yeah commanding aura or mass buff magic would be cool.

>>3246942
Oh now that’s a nice mental image, cool and unique

>>3246940
They call him the full metal, THE FULL METAL DRAGON

>>3246940
I'd actually be really up for some alchemy/transmutation magickery, it could be both fun and refreshing when compared to the boring fire breathing/spell casting trope.

interesting quest im down hmmm

>>3246942
This sounds awesome. Claws like swords. Teeth like daggers. Horns like spears. Eyes sharper than any arrow, piercing just as well in darkness as in light. (And let's just describe everything in terms of weapons)

I can support the abilities.

>>3246940
Transmutation sounds like a advanced stuff. Sounds cool though.

>>3246887
I was thinkong mabye eating certain metals make us stronger, wich would make a hoard a necessity. The larger the hoard the larger the larder.

I don't think alchemy or transmutation fits us. Baslin is a general not a blacksmith. The metal colors are a symbol of arms rather than the metal the arms are made of.
I'd have to go with some kind of support magic to buff ourselves or others

>>3246174
Praise be to iron! it feeds upon the ash or kingdoms and men alike to become steel,only to raze evermore

>>3247183
Why not make it so that we can eat metal? ;)

HM here, probably going to be too tired after work to run when I get home. So early tommorrow morning it is unless I am blessed with a second wind! In which case I’ll inform y’all about it

>>3246877
I still like these >>3244012 as some of our physical traits.
As for magical, can we have better natural healing to the point we could regrow a lost limb in a more or less a few days?

>>3246942
A commanding aura or being very charismatic sounds good for a power.

>>3247184
Might be a useful art, though. I'd assume a rare few would be willing to deal with us in our present form, but we can amass wealth and power by creating masterpieces or create our own gear and armaments without much burn on funds.

>>3248014
I like to imagine grown baslin trying to sell fine art after swooping into a castle courtyard

>>3248502
That's an Image.
Dragon artist success based solely on the implication that he'll burn your town/castle to the ground if you refuse to buy his art.

>>3248558
Imagine it- Baslin brand "Dragon-Forged weaponry- the armaments of gods and Kings alike! Buy now or die."

>>3247184
I disagree. We aren't a standard bearer or a sergeant, we are a force of our own.
The ability to control metals would be more fitting for our regal self.

>>3249855
Well, yes. While metal is something to be reckoned with, I feel it is more appropriate for Baslin to possess buffing magic. Baslin is to be an entity that turns the tides of war and controls the flow of battle.

https://youtu.be/EbftqekNkVY
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It has been some time, since you've awoke to your new body. Not long, you imagine, at most a handful of hours and even that is treading the line of sheer implausibility. Your scared sibling has calmed greatly with your tender care, brushing of and cleaning down their scales to try and sooth them and have a reason to avoid that madman who seems to now be your caretaker for the time being. This lull in activity has allowed you to reflect on your current situation, and how it is....an improvement from simply dying slowly in the muck somewhere, at the very least. time will tell, you suppose if it is better than your previous life or not. for now, you must simply gather as much knowledge as you can so you are not caught off guard again. Dropping the completely ruined Karskian rug, you turn your head up, looking at your sibling expectingly as they struggle to untangle themselves from their own body, trying to speak but still struggling while you have...managed to grasp the basics of speech again at the very least to the point of being understood. And judging from the baleful cries and horrid wailing filling this wealth filled nursery down in the bowels of some forgotten keep, you are the only among the clutch to. Your body hungers, but you are nothing if not disciplined, and can go for awhile longer before needing to face the fool of the moon again. Which leaves you in an odd situation, you have leisure time, for the moment at least. scanning the room, you can see it has been lit up with odd purple flames, filled with a thick low hanging smoke that should choke even the hardiest man, and....wealth, fine tapestries and rugs, expensive barrels of wine, shining metals and coins, masterwork and ceremonial weaponry, aged armor from dynasties before/. its like walking into a great families personal treasury, maybe even the emperors own. it is quite impressive, despite the soot covering most of it and the somewhat damp conditions its all been left in.

"HAaaaaaalph" your sibling cries, some how getting their head stuck neath their leg. You sigh, glad to have been the younger, bastard son for the first time in your life

What do you do?
[] Aid them 2d10 (successes reached at 4 or higher)
[] Coach them and encourage them, no need to coddle them
[] leave them for now, testing your legs and seeing the rest of your new body (traaaits)
[] seek your mother, you wish to thank her for a second life
[] explore the room, see if you recognize any eyes among the hatched
[] this is all....a bit odd isn't it? now that you think of it
[] try and find your old uniform!
[] write in

>>3250149
Also starting to construct a character sheet now

[] Coach them and encourage them, no need to coddle them
[] explore the room, see if you recognize any eyes among the hatched

Rolled 3, 5 = 8 (2d10)

>>3250149
>[x] Aid them 2d10 (successes reached at 4 or higher)

are we rolling straight away or only after a course of action has been decided?

I'm guessing the latter, but rolling just in case.

Rolled 3, 2 = 5 (2d10)

>>3250149
[] Aid them 2d10 (successes reached at 4 or higher)
[] Coach them and encourage them, no need to coddle them

HAaaaaaalph, kek, adorable


Help while encoraging, comon sis, you can do it.

Rolled 4, 4 = 8 (2d10)

>>3250149
[] Aid them 2d10 (successes reached at 4 or higher)

How well did we get along with our brothers and sisters while human? I can't imagine it was very good since we were a bastard.

A second chance then, to have real brothers and sisters

Also, Baslin's mental stats

int= 3
will= 3
cha= 1

Skills and talents retained: Tactics Lv 2, brawl lv1, leadership lv 1, philosophy lv 1

1 positive karma point
no fortune.

health points are 3, 2 from con 1 from hatchling age modifier


>>3250187
Some disliked you for showing them their father wasn't so morally impervious, others thought you a layabout (due to lack of inherited duties), the eldest cared for you as you were of his blood

>>3250149
[] Coach them and encourage them, no need to coddle them

Rolled 6, 5 = 11 (2d10)

>>3250187
Supporting

2 successes
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But, this is the duty of the eldest son you suppose, to guide and protect those born after himself. A duty which you must now preform, by untangling your somewhat dimwitted sibling. Honestly, how did they manage to ensnare themselves with their own bodies? it seems like a happening from a fool's opera, to you. but you suppose, it does make sense considering the body they were born with. Luckily, you know how to untie even the most devious knots. Just follow the loops and. You frown as you place your hands upon the largest twist they've made themselves into, feeling your claws slip as you try to push them apart. No, that won't do, you'll just hurt them. But the feeling of them has made them squirm, and now you'll have to fight against them! fantastic!

"Staph, meeerving baaadiiii, Mraooovroah Yargh Neeck" You say as you push both of your forelimbs down on their back, claws spread "Crawlmmmrr, yargh Brahfff, Ber aaat peassss, Slrrroooghly mrrrooov lag. Grrooooood"

they slowly follow your coaching and advice, as you move your hands to hold their wriggling form down to keep them from slipping along the form like some kind of beached eel. Also it helps you practice speaking, so...two birds one stone.

Eventually, with the help of a raised claw to lift one of their coiling "Backs" they manage to slip under themselves, and finally be free of their literally self made prison. And for some reason, all of this has left you more emotionally exhausted then your officer training.

Raising your head to the ceiling to try and take a smoke free breath, your younger sibling hops, chirping and making shrill noises as they move like a summer festivals flag being whipped through the air in a dance and then

"Thhhhhaaaaaaaaaaaainkaaaaa Yeeeeoooo, Srooooooaaah MArch" They cry out in a way that made the beast buried deep in you shudder in panic, reminding you of beast of the arena, or shrieking arrows as a mouthfull of needles flies towards you? An attack!? your mind asks, but the general sitting within laughs at the beast. Its a hug! but a very surprising and frightening one considering the field of razor sharp teeth flying at your face.
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[] You may roll your dexterity plus speed (3d10) or con (2d10) to avoid being bowled over
or
[] suffer the consequences with an unmoving expression as you get tackled into pile of silken pillows and mirrors

Rolled 5 (1d10)

>>3250211
>roll a con to hold the hug dont want to dodge thats just mean.

>>3250211

[] suffer the consequences with an unmoving expression as you get tackled into pile of silken pillows and mirrors

Lets get hugged, pillows sound nice

Rolled 1, 3 = 4 (2d10)

>>3250217

Rolled 6 (1d10)

>>3250217
This sounds good

Use con to hold the hug, don't dodge it

Rolled 10 (1d10)

>>3250222
One more d10

(difficulty 5, 2 success, 1 crit = easy success)
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Its going to hurt, and it isn't a good idea with how unsteady and weak you feel your new, infantile body to be. But, it'd be cruel and just plain impolite to run from a grateful siblings, let alone their affections. Besides, it would be on of the first time a sibling of yours has shown you something besides scorn so...why not bask in it? Enjoy the fruit of a new life? It'll heal your aching soul, and a healthy soul leads to a joyous life after all, no matter what happens. Besides, why scorn them if you had just helped them and so kindly treated them? its only polite to return their affections, or at least accept them until you can figure out your claws. So puffing your chest out, you try and move in a way that won't get your wings tangled or torn, keeping your neck down just in case they start biting.

They slam against you at two points, having stumbled and shifted with every running step they took, their body waving as it meets yours. Thankfully their scales are softer than yours, and their fins light, and they had enough sense of mind to keep their head up so they didn't gore you upon their horns. At first they try to hug you as a man would a friend, but quickly realize it isn't working as you shift a step back to better hold their weight upon your unworked back. For a moment they still and slide down you, opening their mouth to bite before you give them a discouraging glare, their sparkling eyes looking away with a huff before they simply try and coil around you enough for whatever their slipping and sliding is to be considered a hug. they...they don't let go quickly, and you worry for a second they may be stuck on you and shift to be sure you aren't tied up in your own sibling. they move as you raise your hand, and begin to shift around you like a constricting snake, fins passing over yours scales as they chirp and squeal and.

And fall headfirst onto a pile of fine, red silk pillows, next to a rather delicate butterfly styled hand mirror. With a squeaking moan, their body loosens and drops, and you turn to make sure they aren't injured and see them staring at their own reflection in wonder.

You snort, of course they'd be fine, even as children dragons must be strong and they did fall on something....soft.

You pause, seeing a mirror set in front of you inside of a crawling ivy patterned coach pillows, and see yourself again in much brighter light. And your siblings waving tail as they try and find out how to stand

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cont

>>3250242

Choose physical traits (3)
[] Shrouding wings
[] heavy horns
[] Armored scales
[] Serrated horns/ claws (choose one)
[] Bladed tail
[] fins
[] Shark's mouth
[] extra horns
[] Prehensile tongue
[] extra eyes
[] Mane of scales
[]barbed scales
[] bladed claws
[] Locking jaw
[] "Helmet" horns
[] cat's eyes
[] tufted tail
[] Shell
[] Regal horns/ wings
[] Burrowing claws
[] weighted tail
[] glistening scales
[] Metal growths (horns, wings, tail, or limbs)
[] Whatever you want (Write in, keep in in line with the above, provide a brief description and list of possible benefits)

Also, if you have any questions about the setting you want answered, I'd be happy to explai

>>3250246
[] Shrouding wings
Like a cape
[] Bladed tail
A weapon
[] glistening scales
Majesty

>>3250248
How comon are dragons, how comon is magic and magic users.
How does a dragon compare in terms of strenght, how many trained humans would pose a threat.

>>3250246
[] Bladed tail
[] Metal growths (horns
>heavy horns

>>3250254
In the Elklands, they are mostly concentrated in Emberlayn and Rarega's borders. as it stands, compared to humans and other beasts, they are uncommon and rightfully so. Quality is rare after all. But they aren't in danger of being wiped out or fading, and hold their own hidden culture and "civilization"

Magic is spread throughout the elk lands, but not commonly known as each country has its own manner of harnessing the power within their blood. but if a man knows the right runes he can carve a spell into himself and probably die casting a spell from it. the safe way involves tattoos, scarring or carrying items with the magic symbols etched in.

But these aren't considered magic users, magic users are the rare few who can remember runes, circles and sequence beyond the simplest showing of magic, and call upon them without taking and digging a knife into their flesh.

Depends on the dragon, but they did try to overthrow the gods in the infancy of the world. Generally a grown dragon would need an army, a well trained force equipped to deal with them (maybe even magically or godblessed to do so) or a mighty beast or one of their kin to be in true danger of dying. For a hatchling like yourself, you present the same danger as a wolf or lynx. if they were covered in armor and had swords on their hands. think alligator fighting a man at arms here

>>3250252
>>3250246
This but bladed claws remember everything is a weapon.

>>3250246
>[] Bladed tail
>[] Regal horns
>[]Shrouding wings

Also feel free to choose what your horns LOOK like as well

>>3250274
+1

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>>3250277
Last row, second from the right is my current choice, but I'm open to suggestions.

>>3250274
Support

This quest seems neat. I'm really liking the fact that we're not a complete asshole even by dragon standards.

>>3250246
>[x] Shrouding wings
>[x] Armored scales
>[x] extra eyes

>>3250252
Support

>>3250317
After further thinking, replacing the bladed tail with a mane of scale just for the cool factor.
KING OF THE REPTILES

>>3250315
Agreed on the horn shape

>>3250274
I change to this

>>3250327
Hm, my id changed.

My original post that I'm changing from is this>>3250260

Totals

Shrouding wings (Large, hanging and somewhat drooping wings that cover most of your body like a cape or cloak when at rest, can help with stealth, gliding and distractions. Also great for making shade and will be quite impressive as you grow)
total votes: 8

Bladed tail (Your tail tapers into an odd metallic point formed by your scales, resembling the blade of a gladius, a natural weapon!)
total votes: 5

Glistening scales (Your scales shine with an inner light, sparkling like dim stars or glowing like embers)

total votes: 3

Bladed claws (your claws are actually metal, and tapered like knives or short blades)
total votes: 1

Armored scales: (Your scales are thicker and set on you like armor, and look the part to)
total votes: 1
Extra eyes (LIKE A SPIIIIIDEEEER)
total votes 1

Regal horns (You're horns are particularly majestic, maybe even taking on a shined metal look, or appearing other wise like a crown. Either way, they look more...dignified and ornate than a mundane beasts horns)

total votes: 4

WINNERS!

Shrouding wings! with 8
Bladed tail: with 5
Regal horns: with 4

Adding to sheet, and going to start on the next post, for magical ability.

Hmm, you thought your wings were simply drooping due to only recently being hatched, and still soaked in the foul fluid you had been bathed in. but now that you've gotten a clean look at the, you realize they are large, oversized even and the membranes that make up the wing hangs and droops slightly on its own, making the entire thing appear like a cloak or cape when they're not held aloft, and even now as you manage to raise them up an inch or two, they droop and hang casting your entire body in dark shade. Strange? but it could be useful if they don't get in the way. You drop them and lift your tail for the first time, properly seeing it in its somewhat feline mixed serpent shape and snort in surprise as you see the end of the tail has a brilliant gladius fused to it! no wonder your sibling was so frightened of you! you had been dragging a blade across the ground, a sharpened one as well! On closer inspection you see its made of your scales but...still, a natural weapon, perfect.

And as you tilt it in the light, trying to ignore your sibling thrashing and tossing pillows in the air behind you, crying "HAaaaalph!" in [a panic again, you finally see your horns outside of their vague shape.

They are the same color as your scales, but more polished and speckled with small flakes of red bronze, more so near their base behind your brow.
Running along the back of your head, the curve down before reaching and twisting back up and ending in a near curled point. They are magnificent! they almost look like a crown or work of art.

"Oh, so that's why that fool was so focused on my horns, can't blame him for admiring them. they're beautiful" You think outloud, which ends up sounding like a growling hiss.

Well, no point in admiring yourself so...egotistically for too long, you need to keep your sibling from getting tangled again after all
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Choose starting magic ability
[] Elemental breath (your choice)
[] General's voice
[] Lord's aura
[]Monstrous strength
[] Healing blood
[] Natural magic (choice of a wordly type of magic at a starting level)
[] Soothing song
[] Seers Gem
[] Verdant touch
[] Night's eyes
[] Charming gaze
[] Dragon's blessing (choice of effects)
[] Dragon's curse (choice of effects)
[] Clearest mind
[] View of the land
[] Something truly unique (w...write in!)

>>3250384
of course I'll give a description of the powers in detail, I just didn't think I'd have room.

>>3250384
>Dragon's curse

"Plague of rust" : By our mere presence or contact, we can at our volition rapidly corrode metals (even "noble" ones like gold or silver tho it takes us longer to achieve the same result as we would on copper or iron) and cause them to become brittle and weak.

[] Elemental breath (Fire)

>>3250390
How many choices do we get to pick
I just can't get used to you running at 6am HM, it's too weird

>>3250396
one choice, you can learn or develop more as you mature/ grow in strength

And yeah, went from a nightowl to a morning person...despite working closing shifts lol

>>3250384
>[] Lord's aura
Feels fitting

>>3250393
I'll back this

>>3250384
>Clearest mind
what's this?

>>3250390
I assume that General's Voice gives us some edge in commanding people regardless of their mental condition and Lord's Aura gives us some measure of passive charisma in how people look at us.
And Clearest Mind is our coolness turned up beyond 11.

Elemental breath (Seems obvious)
General's voice (Your voice can carry vast distances, and can make the weak willed obey commands without thought, and allow your orders to breech even the most panicked or muddled mind, or cow them into terror or shatter glass)
Lord's Aura (People and lesser things naturally see you as superior, noble and a regal existence, and with focus can be forced to bow or to treat you with respect. similar to general's voice, but its a mental presence that makes them think they should serve you, rather than obeying a shouted order)

>>3250422
Yep on both accounts

>>3250421
Your mind shall never cloud or be otherwise compromised, allowing you to think perfectly clearly and calmly no matter what is happening


if you need any others answered, do ask

>>3250430
also these powers can be upgraded/ evolve as you master them and grow

>>3250430
View of the land and Seers Gem?

>>3250465
View of the land, By staying still and opening a third eye, you are able to view the terrain and land around you unobstructed, in 360 and far beyond your normal vision range. even what is hidden from you if you look hard enough

Seers gem, a brilliant gem implanted on your forehead, it is not only stylish, but burns to warn of danger and can, at times show you brief prophetic dreams/ visions.

>>3250393
Man, that'd be a good way to fuck with other dragons

I'll wait a bit longer before moving on

>>3250384
>[]General's voice

>>3250488
Fitting for a Bastard to have the opposite of the Midas touch

>>3250515
Yep. Plus, it'd make us actually unique and fit within our personality, not to mention giving us the possibility of non-lethal take down as we appear to have went a little pacifist from our near-death experience.

>>3250518
>Fitting for a Bastard to have the opposite of the Midas touch

https://youtu.be/w-CoE46ZsD0

DC: Plague of rust. Total votes 2
Lord's aura: total votes 1
General's voice: total votes 1

Ding ding ding. Plague of rust has won

I'll now continue writing

also, a character sheet https://pastebin.com/a1gXyjpC

And then as you turn to help them find their feet and learn how to stand properly in their new form. You notice something odd, as you drag your claws over the small hand-mirror's handler to avoid stepping on it, a strange rust colored glow burns in the veins hidden under neath scale and flesh, traveling and spreading in your claws. it almost looks like fog as the light grows hazy and yet brighter somehow. And to your shock, the polished metal begins to tarnish slowly, growing specks of it at first before it begins to lose all luster, slowly ruining and turning into little more than a corroded mess in the vague shape of a mirror, the glass itself losing its reflection as the silver back is eaten away by the spreading corruption.

"COME! COME! food awaits!" You hear in another corner of the room, the mad man still here "I'll explain all to you! worry not! this is merely a passing confusion! do not fear or flee, I am your humble servants, my lords"

"Reht?" Your sibling asks, lifting their neck up as you shake yours and try to ignore the shouting

"Buht aaah froooul" You snort, flicking your tongue to try and control it better, and after a moments pause manage to bark "An idiot" clearly enough that it doesn't sound like your entire mouth is numb and tangled. You sibling stares at you with their wide blue eyes, rolling onto their feet as the lingering smell of roasted rabbit and spice rolls down from the hills of piled pillows.

What do you do?
[] realize you don't know your siblings name, and ignore the summons to get to know them
[] notice a draft, and sneak off to try and find your mother, as you don't like hearing the fool jabbering (4d10 (dex+wings+smoky air, difficulty 4)
[] Go to the impromptu meeting, to at least see how many siblings you have now
[] to spite the man, gather whatever hatchlings you find to instead give THEM a lecture and encouraging speech (3d10 (cha+ horns+ ability to speak? difficulty 7)
[] write in

>>3250564
>[x] realize you don't know your siblings name, and ignore the summons to get to know them
Batshit crazy people don't really care about the concepts of time.

>>3250564
>] Go to the impromptu meeting, to at least see how many siblings you have now

>>3250564
>Go to the impromptu meeting, to at least see how many siblings you have now
No matter how annoying he is, he do is our servant and we're starting to get hungry.

>>3250579
>"What do you mean I am old! I am a youthful scholar! MY LIFE! WASTED"
>"Just kidding, I am well aware I am withered and aged, in fact I have lived beyond what most men ever will!"

>>3250564

[] realize you don't know your siblings name, and ignore the summons to get to know them

Firat we ask our siblings name, then go to the meeting, we already established a nice conection with they and we should know each other before we know the other, in case they are not as pleasant as us both

>>3250564
>[] realize you don't know your siblings name, and ignore the summons to get to know them

And then

>[] Go to the impromptu meeting, to at least see how many siblings you have now

So, who are our probable siblings? The red hair girl is probably the one with us right now, are the others the golden haired ox of a men with the heart of gold and the lazy winemaker that just wanted an easy life to relax?

Rolled 25, 92, 80 = 197 (3d100)

>>3250564
Spite the man! A rousing speach these are our soldiers and we lead them still!

>>3250564
>[x] realize you don't know your siblings name, and ignore the summons to get to know them

>>3250609
Welp was supposed to do 3d10 just remove a place so 2 9 8

Rolled 6, 5, 10 = 21 (3d10)

[] to spite the man, gather whatever hatchlings you find to instead give THEM a lecture and encouraging speech

>>3250564
>>[x] realize you don't know your siblings name, and ignore the summons to get to know them

>>3250246
>[] Armored scales
>[] bladed claws
>[] Regal horns

All the best for a commander who will lead from the front, as all leaders should

Rolled 8, 9, 2 = 19 (3d10)

>>3250564
>[] Go to the impromptu meeting, to at least see how many siblings you have now
>[] to spite the man, gather whatever hatchlings you find to instead give THEM a lecture and encouraging speech (3d10 (cha+ horns+ ability to speak? difficulty 7)

Your sibling laughs a chattering laugh that cause their entire snake like body to convulse and pulse as they twist and turn around like a rope caught in a current again. obviously they thought what you just said was one of the funniest things they've ever heard judging from their reaction. And now that you think of it, you do not actually, know who this is? or their name! or anything at all besides the fact they are your sibling and seem to retain their personality as much as you have. Unless this is just what dragon hatchlings act like, which could explain why they're always hidden away from prying eyes like the most valuable gem. Of course, since they can speak...to a degree, that is unlikely to say the least. So...obviously this must be on of the soldiers from the battle that had nearly gotten you into Last-Hunter's jaws, perhaps even one of the number you led and it just feels...shameful to not know who they are, or at least their name. And besides, with how....complicated their body makes moving, it'd be a trial just to get them over to that fools lecture or whatever he has in mind. giving you, a time free of possible annoyance to discuss all manner of things with them, get to know them and deepen your camaraderie with them, as after you have no idea how pleasant the others will be and...this one at least seems quite friendly and warm in personality, a good friend to have among serpents you'd think.

"N...n..aah...Name" You manage, not wanting to make such horrid noises in place of words anymore "W..wah..what ee...is y..urrrogh..your name? A..I ahhm BAA...Bas..lee..Baslin"

They pause for a moment, halfway burried under a mound of silk pillows as their eyes widen with recognition of your name! which means that they're one of yours! yes! One of them survived! You are not dammed for your mistake after all! oh what a glorious revelation! if you were not still adjusting and exhausted you might have sung in joy just then.

"Greee....ger...gah....geh? Hrrrr...geh, nnni...rrrrr aaaa leee?" the says, AH yes general...you think? not their name but acknowledgement of you are. So with all your dignity you nod, smiling and curious as to who this Legionaire is

"U...ah..and you?" You ask, stepping closer as they lower themselves into the mound of pillows, eyes narrowing and trying to avoid your gaze. You stop and turn to meet them again, repeating your question "And you?"

"D...d..drrrriii...doh...ni..t" they mumur "giii...git...mah..di?"

Don't get mad?

"Wa..why?" You ask, lowering yourself to their level "Why wrrr...would Aiii grraagt mad?"

"Liiiidah?" they whisper, closing their eyes and burying their face into the nearest pillow to their face

"LAaaghd?" you ask, lied about what!?"

"Ah...ahm...Ju...ji...juliana" She says meekly as she burrows deeper and you snort, chuckling in relief. Oh dear, thought that might've been some foul secret
cont

>>3250722

"Ohd name for a" You, pausing as you realize why she was being so....protective of their name. They...she is a. Oh dear. A woman! on the battlefield! Like Urik or tolia! that is...odd, horrifying as well! and...and she...she was. Oh that red haired man who was a head or two shorter than the average was a. Oh...oh you feel sick. You led her to...haa if you didn't already have enough guilt in your mind

What do you do?
[] angrily tell her off for being so foolish
[] softly tell her she fought well, better than some of the men
[] Ask her why she would do that
[] brush this horrifying revelation aside and praise her for keeping such a secret
[] ...is dressing in men's armor your only hobby?
[] And I didn't notice! either you are a genius unknown or I am an idiot!
[] apologize to her
[] Laugh and say you do not mind at all! never got that tradition anyways
[] snort, and see if telling her of you...previous life's position will calm her nerves
[] A SISTER! Who does not despise my presence or fear my different looks! Oh I am truly blessed! i always wanted a sister to discuss literature with!
[] write in

>>3250735
>softly tell her she fought well, better than some of the men
>apologize to her

>>3250735
>and i didnt notice either you are a genius unknkwn or i am and idot. You certainly did fight better then some of the men out there.
>Then teasingly say is dressing in mens armor your only hobby.

[] softly tell her she fought well, better than some of the men

>>3250735

[x] sigh in exasperation at getting fooled
[x] ask her to tell you the story at later time

>>3250735
[] softly tell her she fought well, better than some of the men

Apologize for leading them tobthat ambush

[] softly tell her she fought well, better than some of the men

[] And I didn't notice! either you are a genius unknown or I am an idiot!

>>3250735
>[] softly tell her she fought well, better than some of the men
>[] And I didn't notice! either you are a genius unknown or I am an idiot!

>>3250762
Supporting.

A little too early for that but is incest wincest among dragons? :p

>>3250735
[] softly tell her she fought well, better than some of the men
Tell her we had a secret too, we were a bastard, it doesn't really matter now that we arent human anymore.