>>3658057
>look for a jug to carry watter in

>>3658057

>>look for a jug to carry water in

Tell her to make your brother do it

>>3658057
>double-check offering status
>remember where you left the jug

>>3658057
>look for a jug to carry water in

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The old clay jug is found behind your family's small hovel.

A silent shame grips your heart once you walk by this season's offering. While it's true that the Grazers are kind and won't look down on your meagre contribution, you only wish you could have done more.

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Your trek to the nearest brook is uneventful. Once you arrive however, you are quickly notice the few strangers resting by the water’s edge. This is the first time you meet travellers so late in harvesting season. Stranger still : they seem to travel with a strange horned animal.

You delicately put the clay jug on the ground and crouch in the tall grass. They do not seem to have noticed you yet.

>[Write-in]

>>3658137

>Try to figure out if they look friendly or hostile.

>>3658137

>Get closer to get a better look at the strangers, but avoid being seen immediately.

>>3658137
>wait and try to eavesdrop on what they're saying

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Unusually light hair, unkept, scarred, armed. Hearty laughs and short guttural sentences in a language you do not understand.

The three men are accompanied by a pregnant woman. Most of their belongings seem to be carried by that weird horned animal.

>[Write-in]

>>3658186
Watch, don't get involved

>>3658186

>Examine the horned animal for specifics on what they're carrying.

>>3658214
+1

>>3658186
>ponder about running back to the house and warning the family
>stay against your better judgement

>>3658186
>Examine the horned animal for specifics on what they're carrying.
>>ponder about running back to the house and warning the family
>>stay against your better judgement

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You decided to stay uninvolved. Each man, in turn, bathe themselves in the water. They seem to use white stones in that process, rubbing them all over their skin and even their ripe wheat coloured hair.

Your gaze is caught by that horned animal. Two thick dark blue horns protrude from the beast's head, heavily carved with symbols and intricate lines. Two leather bags are fixed to the animal's sides, along with clothes and blankets. And weapons. More weapons than fingers on your left hand. Some with long wooden shafts, some made of dark yellow reflective material.

Once they finish their unusual bathing ritual, they pack up and leave. Relief washes over you once the small silhouettes disappear over the horizon.

You promptly fill your clay jug and head home, head filled with imagined ills those dangerous looking warriors could accomplish.

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Your mother thanks you as the water-filled jug is put down. She tells you to take the rest of the day off, that the offering will be enough for the Grazers.

You wonder whether or not your encounter with the light haired travellers should be mentioned. Mother is old, and worrisome news have an tangible effect on her health...

You also have to decided what to do now that your day is free.

>[Write-in]

>>3658394
If there is a village that we belong to, then we should alert them of these travelers instead. Tell mother only when we absolutely have to.

>dark yellow
Bronze weapons

Climb on a promontory and scout the surroundings

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You climb on the hovel's roof, only promontory in this vast sea of white grass. The warm breeze feels good on your skin, but it also carries with it the nervousness of squall season.

Warn the Elders about the strangers? The trip is modestly long and would imply getting back here, at your homestead, late into the night. Unless of course the Elders decide to let you stay over, which they never do.

>[Write-in]

>>3658453
Is our mother fit for travel? Do we have any money or trade goods to acquire lodgings at the village? Does the village have any place for us to have lodgings in the first place? We got any horses or the like to travel there faster? Do we have any other relations around here?

>>3658471
This.

>>3658453
tell mom about the strangers and seek her guidance

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One and a half flatbreads, Mother's old walking stick and a necklace given to you by the Grazers last season. That is all you could gather.

You briefly consider asking your mother to leave with you, but she never leaves the house anymore due to her knee pains. Besides, she can't stand the Elders. They get along like Gramseed oil and water. Maybe this is the reason why they do not particularly like you. Who knows.

What about Yhor? Maybe you could spend the night at his place. Yhor is weird, but his homestead is almost between yours and the Elders'.

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>>3658561
Fuck that. Let's carry our mother. We can visit Yhor on our way to the village.

Tell mother. We can't just leave. Either that or find a place to hide.

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"Urgent news? Visiting Yhor? Staying there for the night?"

She snickers.

"I think you can do this without your old mother. Just make sure to be back for tomorrow's Grazer offering, I can't do it on my own."

Your mother was unhelpful.

Are we female? I dont see any tits and in the first image we look more like a young male but in the face closeups it seems we have a feminine face

>>3658592
Leave the Walking Stick.
Tell her that if anything happens, head to Yhor

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Same as mother. only more akin to the great grass sea in dark season.

Can we just go to Yhor's place and tell him to tell the elders? Can we trust him to relay the message?

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You take the breads and necklace with you, but leave the walking stick behind. After a short farewell to your mother, you leave the hovel behind, beginning the journey to the Elder's place.

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The grass gets taller and darker in colour as you walk towards your destination. The plateau has a diversified flora, one you learned to know growing up. The sun is slowly beginning its descent into the underworld, giving the sky muted orange and lavender shades.

An acrid taste suddenly fills your mouth. You instinctively drop to the ground, holding in your breath. A plague beast. How could the hunters let one so deep into the homestead?

One hand on your mouth you try to stay immobile, like mother told you.

>1d20 - Higher is better. First roll is the base, each subsequent rolls can add +1 (on 19s and 20s) or remove -1 (on 1s and 2s). Up to 3 rolls.

Rolled 19 (1d20)

>>3658849

Well. No need to roll I guess.

Rolled 8 + 1 (1d20 + 1)

>>3658849

>>3658870
NO NEED TO ROLL I GUESS

Rolled 8 + 1 (1d20 + 1)

>>3658849
Rawlin'

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>>3658870
>>3658875

Rolled 1 (1d1)

rolling sum dic

>>3658880
>>3658874
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CtwJvgPJ9xw

>>3658874
>>3658880
In retrospect, the plus +1 should have been an obvious mistake, but at least I'm not as retarded as these anons.

>>3658875
>>3658870
Hopefully these wont be counted since they added 1 to their rolls

>>3658906
>-1 (on 1s and 2s)
Anon I...

>>3658909
ah shit i completely misread that. So is it based on the average or the best of 3?

>>3658920
or do subsequent rolls just not count unless they are 1,2,19, or 20?

>>3658929
There you go.

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You close your eyes. You hold your breath. No movements.

Once you are about to gasp for air you look back to find the beast gone. Another thing you will have to mention to the elders.

Not feeling very safe, your quicken your steps. But even in doing so, you still can't manage to reach the Elders' huts before sundown.

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The sole of your feet hurts, your face is flushed, every muscle in your legs burns. You are a mess, but safe.

And old man's voice calls to you as your arrive at the three great hovels of the elders. A worried voice.

"Is this you, Clo? What happened, why are you here?"

>[Write-in]

>>3658996
tell them about the outsiders and the direction they headed off to. Also tell them about the plague beast and where you encountered it. Finally ask for a couple people to accompany you on your back in case something dangerous happens again.

>>3658996
>"Yes Elder, it is I. I apologize for interrupting your evening elders, but I come with dire warnings. This morning as I was fetching water for my mother, I saw strangers across the brook. They were scarred, unkempt, and armed. They had a wagon filled to the brim with dark yellow weapons and I feared for our people so came here as soon as I could. I also encountered a plaguebeast deep within our homestead."

>>3659011
lol this works.

>>3658996
>>3659011
Start with the beast, then the outsiders.

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"Nonsense. It must have been an elk. Our hunters wouldn't have let such a dangerous beast wander this close to our homesteads. Do not think of this anymore."

The worry on this elder's face has quickly dissipated, leaving its place to mild annoyance.

"Armed outsiders are a concern however, you did good in letting us know. Tomorrow I will let the others know and we will decide on an appropriate course of action to take."

The elder looks a the sky and sighs.

"Return home, Clo. Let us deal with all of this while you take care of your mother."

The elder dismisses you with a wave of his hand.

>[Write-in]

>>3659154
so much for an escort then, do we have any friends or no anyone in the village? If nobody is willing to come back with us it might be better to sleep out in the open here, especially since it might be too dangerous to go back home in the dark by our self while exhausted.

>>3659154
>It is dark Elder and I am tired. I don't want to infringe on your hospitality any longer so may I have a torch to light my way home? Or a weapon to keep me and my mother safe.

Fucking boneheaded Elders I swear to the Grazers.

>>3659204
Promise to pay them back too.

>>3658996
bros...
I want to lick her sweaty thighs...

>>3659232
>her
bro...

>>3659261
I don't understand how that changes anything

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A gramseed oil lamp made from pink clay is given to you hurriedly. You always knew the Elders were not of the accommodating sort, but you still feel a bit disheartened.

At least the homesteads are safe, right?

Now you are left with a choice where none of the options are enticing.

>Sleep right here outside of the Elders huts.
>Go to Yhor's. He is weird but his homestead is not that far off from here.
>Go directly home. It is a long walk, but now you have a light.

>>3659307
>Go to Yhor's. He is weird but his homestead is not that far off from here.

>>3659307
>Go to Yhor's. He is weird but his homestead is not that far off from here.

>>3659307
>>Go to Yhor's. He is weird but his homestead is not that far off from here.

>>3659307
if the elders are going to be gay boys we should at least inform everyone

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Walking to the brook, walking back, walking to the Elders and now walking to Yhor's place.

You are utterly spent. Feet dragging across the ground, the very last bit of energy left in you is consumed in driving your body forward.

Until at long last a lone hut appears at the edge of your lamp's light.

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"Huh.. Hey Clo."

He yawns.

"You look great tonight. What's up?"

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>>3659547
What a fuckin weirdo. Push him aside and pass out on his floor.

>>3659547
>"You know, warning people about armed men and plague beasts."

>>3659563
Supporting

>>3658659
>>3659547
Oh my Grazers it makes sense now. Damn you OP. DAMN YOU TO HELL

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Going to bed. This was fun, I guess I wont go out to buy smoke in a while.

>>3659571
considering that people back then lived with their entire family, she and her mother are probably the only ones left, and Clo is the only one who can keep the bloodline going.

>>3659764
Do you have a twitter so I can keep tabs on when the second thread might be up?

>>3660089
This, too many.good QMs make a quest and never return.

>>3659764
Does her dress keep getting smaller and smaller?

>>3660391
I'm not complaining.

>>3660184
Name three (3) quests like this. Most quests that are abandoned aren't good to begin with.

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"Armed men? Plague beasts? What are you-- Clo!"

Your consciousness fails you. And as you collapse, your last thoughts are of your hammock back home.

[1/3]

>>3660089
It's cegremo

>>3660569
Homeless Mutant Quest, Nerv Bridge Simulator, Homeward

What is this lazy bastard doing here and not out there with the hunters? Maybe that's why he is considered weird

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[2/3]

this and the breast earlier
reported

>>3661369
what are you, some kinda faggot?

:^)

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"Stop making weird noises."

The warm water is a kind blessing upon your tired flesh.

"So you're sure it was a plague beast? I mean, I trust the elders but I see no reason for you to lie about this."

His worried voice seems really far away as he rubs your back with a damp cloth piece.

"This troubles me. If there's really a plague beast near our homes and the Elders won't acknowledge it we're all in danger."

Yhor is weird for a basket weaver but at least he trusts you, which is more than you can say about the old men leading the homesteads.

"I will come to your place tomorrow afternoon, with weapons. We have to hunt it down."

The oil lamp's flame flickers.

>[Write-in]

>>3661417
Well, we can plan in the morning, right now Clo needs some sleep. Now keep rubbing.

>>3661417
Don’t forget to do the front

>>3661417
Could we walk home without fear of collapsing or being attacked?
If true, thank him and head back
Else, just stay here. We can help collect the weapons in the morning.

>>3661417
ask him who else you can call on for aid, while he gets the weapons we can maybe warm others.

>>3661447
warn*

>>3661417
"What? Don't just massage the back, massage my tummy too."

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The truth (((they))) don't want you to know.

>>3661576
I had hope for that reveal but then tits.

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"Nah I'm not letting you out tonight, not when there's a plague beast running about."

You shift over.

"Maybe the Mule Deers secretly herded it into our homesteads. That would explain why the hunters did not catch it."

Yhor finally puts his rag in the clay bowl filled with warm water and gets up. You whine.

"Better get some sleep. Tomorrow is going to be long day."

You nod.

"Take my hammock, I'll wake you at sunrise."

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I will not be silenced

>>3661706
I support you in spirit brother!

>>3661706
God speed anon

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As the sun rises you feel rejuvenated, Yhor's hammock was immense and intensely comfy. Putting on your tunic, you meet Yhor outside already hard at work on his baskets.

"Be careful, alright Clo?"

The walk home is uneventful and you find the hut just as you left it yesterday, with you mother inside weaving wide grass leaves in a square piece. She looks at you with a wide grin.

"Already back? Did you have fun at Yhor's?"

Of course not. You energetically explain everything that happened prior but your mother doesn't seem all that attentive to your worries. What is it with older people and not believing the young?

"In any case, I'm glad your back. Get the offerings ready for the Grazers outside and wait for them, I need to get this piece done."

Business above all else, like always.

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Something goes wrong however, as the sun goes past its zenith and still there is no signs of the Grazers.

This is highly unusual. So much so that your mother meets up with you on the edge of your family's field.

"How strange of them not to show up. This has never happened before, for has long as I remember."

You share your worries with your mother.

"Hm. They must have been held back somewhere, I'm sure they will arrive tomorrow."

She takes your hand.

"Let's head home."

>[Write-in]

>>3661899
Wait, no, this is weird

first the plague beast, then the Grazers ain't here?

I smell something fishy other than Clo

>>3661899
Flex at the fields, they are flatter than yours truly.

>>3661899
Cautiously explore in their direction.

>>3661899
Make some preparations to head out tomorrow, in case we have to go out and look for them.

>>3661899
We just gotta W A I T

We should also think about doing something for Yhor as thanks for helping us yesterday. Do we have a gift we can give him, or maybe we go and wash him sometime?

>>3662006
M U T U A L W A S H I N G

>>3661899
See if the other homes have also not seen the grazers and tell them of the plague beast

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You decide to wait for the Grazers a little while longer.

"What a nice girl I have." You mother smiles and slowly returns to the hut, aided by her walking stick.

Nothing comes your way but a warm breeze and the soft rustling of the grass.

Thinking of a way to thank Yhor for taking care of you last night, you take off your necklace. It was given to you by the Grazers a season ago and while not exactly the most intricate piece of jewellery you ever saw, it's still a pretty thing.

You wonder if it's too much, or if Yhor even likes jewellery.

He just might, he's a weird basket weaver.

--

Still nothing.

By now you are pretty sure the Grazers are not coming today.

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>[Write-in]

>>3662171
Go report back to your mother I guess.

>>3662155
>>3661899
>See if the other homes have also not seen the grazers and tell them of the plague beast

>>3662171
no giving the necklace the grazers gave us, we better look for them and see why they are late

>>3662155
>>3662171
I'd advise against regifting the necklace. The Grazers might get upset if they notice we've lost or gotten rid of a gift they gave to us. Ask mother what we should do if the grazers dont show up tomorrow.

>>3662171
>>3662269
This. Let's head back. Yhor might be there for plague beast hunting as well.

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You walk southward, the direction the Grazers usually come from.

It doesn't take long for you to reach your neighbour's hovels. Their offerings are still there, piled next to the biggest hut. It's easily thrice as big, but coming from such a large family it does not bother you all that much.

Your arrival is quickly greeted by Utho's loud voice. Mundane news are exchanged before you tackle him with the real reason of your visit.

"The Grazers? Nah, they didn't come here either. I sent my son south to Gonda's earlier today and she said they haven't showed up either. I'm thinkin' we'll get a big moot tomorrow to sort out what happened."

Worrying. It seems no one has seen the Grazers. You warn them about the plague beast.

"Bah! All three of my daughters are hunters, Clo. They would have gutted that thing long before it even reached the plateau."

He doesn't believe you. Of course.

Utho then offers cloudy tea with himself and his wife, but you turn him down saying you have other plans with Yhor. He smiles.

"Don't make him wait then! Say hi to your mother for me, ai'ght?"

Yhor is so weird everyone smiles when he's mentioned.

You head back home.

>>3662372
Oh god has Yhor fucked everyone in the village?
Including the husbands too.

>>3662372
So we are going hunting for the plague beast then?

>>3662372
When we meet up with Yhor we should try and devise a plan to track down and destroy the plague beast.

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Yohn DID blueball Clo last night...

>>3662372
Are there any shamans we can ask for help?

>>3662372
meet up with yhor, also tell them about the strangers you saw

>>3663040
Keep at it anon! We support you!

>>3662372
Do you have any other friends besides Yhor you can trust?

Time of Death: 7-16-19 24:24:07(UTC)

Cause of Death: Futa cock

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RIP Clo quest
We may never get neolithic SOL adventures again.

>>3667006
>>3665543
It's been only a day, why do you think that it's dead?

>>3667010
My Dad works with OP. He says quest is ded.

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RIP Clo Quest.

Now she will never again force someone to wash her late in the night.

I sure do wish there would be a new session this Saturday starting 10:00am (GMT-4).

>>3667125
And I’m sure as hell I will not enjoy it and will not drool all over your drawstyle.

Haha, it would be too weird for actually LIKING and ENJOYING fun stuff in 2019.

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Yhor is already waiting at your hovel. Once he sees you he lifts his arm and waves.

"Hey Clo. Where were you? I've been stuck here with your mom. She's weird. 'kept talking about me being here for a 'round two'?"

You are quick to reprimand this weird basket weaver for dissing your mother.

"Ehr- Anyway. I brought weapons. A spear and a sling with some pebbles. This should be enough, right?" After scratching his head he offers you the sling and pebbles. While familiar with it, the weapon he gave you does feel like a toy compared to the stone tipped spear Yhor is holding.

"We should probably head to where you met this plague beast. It must have left tracks, right? It's been a day though, maybe we'd better go where it was going instead. Save some time."

"What do you think, Clo?"

>[Write-in]

>>3676251
Saving time is important.
Let's get this shit done asap.

>>3676251
Let's go. Before it gets too far

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You both head straight in the direction the plague beast was going. Time is important, and going back to where you encountered it would mean the beast would get farther still.

It doesn't take long to find yourself in pink grass fields. This place is fun, all sort of plants grow here and it smells fantastic. There is even this neat effect when the wind blows: the plants take this purple hue for a second.

"So, huh- the Sun Harvest Festival is coming right?"

Oh no.

"I heard Sen was going to ask you out for the big dance... Did he?"

Is he really doing this?

"Well. I think you should come with me instead, you know?"

Why now?

"We'd make great dancing partners. The ancestors would be pleased."

Is he taking this hunt seriously at all?

"And I'm better than Sen. He's really thin, that's weird."

...

"So yeah. You and me?"

>[Write-in]

>>3676330
"If you don't die cause you're running your mouth and we both make it out well enough to even GO, I might just consider it. Now eyes, forward."

>>3676336
seconding

>>3676330
>>3676336
+1

>>3676330
"Why people want to dance so much anyway?"

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"Alright, alright. I got it."

You silently hope that he will be more focused on the hunt from now on.

"...I still think that this Sen guy is weird."

Look who's talking.

--

There's no winds today, which makes this hot autumn day almost unbearable. No clouds either and even the crimson moon is out.

Ominous.

Suddenly Yhor stops dead in his tracks.

"Clo, come here." He whispers.

"...There's a weird smell in the air."

Instinctively you drop on the ground, holding your breath. That is, until you feel Yhor pulling you back up by your hair knot.

"Get up, stupid. It's not that kind of smell."

And then it hits you too.

Rotting flesh.

"Might be nothing, probably an animal carcass nearby."

He looks at you, a bit disconcerted.

"And there's still no tracks of your plague beast around here. Grass would be dead, and it's not."

>[Write-in]

>>3676376
Well, might as well check out the carcass then. Maybe we'll be able to find something to make the trip worth it.

>>3676376
Yeah, check for the carcass and DON'T FUCKING TOUCH IT. We can poke it with the spear if needed.

>>3676376
Check out your surroundings, just in case this is a trap.

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"Yeah, of course I won't touch corpses. Who does that?"

You think Yhor is bitter over the Sun Harvest festival thing. He's been irritable ever since.

Following the disgusting rot odor, Yhor leads the way through the pinkish plants. The heat and smell quickly gets to you and the basket weaver disappear ahead. Thank the ancestors, his constitution meant that he left a wide trail through the grass.

"Clo!"

His voice sounded serious. More serious than you have ever heard Yhor be. Worried, you dash on his trail.

You find him in a clearing of trampled grass and dried blood, crouched near a mangled body.

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"It's Taro, Clo."

The eldest daughter of Utho and one of the homesteads' best huntress. Her corpse is violently maimed.

You look away only to notice the five other bodies laying in the clearing. All hunters. All the same fate.

In shock, you puke. Yhor isn't in much better shape. He stumbles towards you, almost dropping his spear in doing so.

"Clo, I... This- "

The basket weaver looks at you with fear in his eyes.

>[Write-in]

>>3676460
>HUG
If Yhor’s scared, I’m sure as fuck scared.

>>3676460
Hehehe, we need to move fast and quietly. We need to go back and get more people.

>>3676460
Run. We need to get back to mom

>>3676460
We need to get back

Loot the body for mighty weapons and proof that the hunter are dead

>>3676473
I vote we should just take proof, looting our dead tribesmen is not a good look.

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You run.

You run as far and fast as you can.

You run through the pink grass until the disgusting rot smell is gone.

Until the cold dead gaze of Taro leaves your mind.

Until your feet hurt.

[1/3]

>>3676462
>>3676467
>>3676478
Support

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When you come back to your senses, you are surround by pinkish blades of grass. How long have you been running, aimless? Every muscle in your legs is stinging, your lungs on fire.

But this pain cannot erase the horror. Taro, Fi, Gofa, Soto, Gar and Mug. All dead and rotting in the sun. This is something you have never experienced before, something that tears at your guts and clouds your mind.

Yhor.

You stand up, trying to find your friend.

[2/3]

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>[Write-in]

>>3676586
Breath in, hold
Hit the deck
Stop moving

Its perception is based on something

>>3676586
God, please tell me we still have the spear.
If so, THROW IT AND RUN
If not, I very much doubt we'll outrun this thing if it's so close, so maybe it works on T-rex rules and if we stand completely still it won't attack us.

>>3676590
It has 4 eyes and has already seen us.

We should slowly move away from it and not do anything threatening

>>3676586
Run away from it as autistically as possible.

>>3676586
>>3676609
Backing this.

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I

KNOW

>1d20

Rolled 17 (1d20)

>>3676662
>>3676662
Empty your thoughts of pain and fear and do what must be done to survive.

Scream for Sen, I mean Yhor.

Rolled 8 (1d20)

>>3676662

>>3676668
backing cuz 17 is big numbah

>>3676732
Dont we want low

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HERE YOU

WANT

WHERE

!!!

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>>3676741
>>1d20 - Higher is better. First roll is the base, each subsequent rolls can add +1 (on 19s and 20s) or remove -1 (on 1s and 2s). Up to 3 rolls.

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The plague beast lets out a deafening shriek.

"CLO!"

Yhor!

The weird but brave basket weaver plunged his spear right through the beast's throat. It recoils in pain, head arched back.

Thick and pungent blood is expelled from the wound, covering everything.

"RUN!"

>[Write-in]

>>3676764
Nonononono we can fight it
We are weak alone but if we work together we can fight it!
Beat it with a rock or something!

>>3676764
We have a sling, use it.

>>3676764
Shoot the beast

FIVE dead hunters. Do NOT fight it, take the chance to run while it's hopefully somewhat weakened, but this time WITH the weirdo.

>>3676764
Break one of its legs if you can and get Yhor out of there. There is no way he can fight the beast and not breathe, and we aren't ready to see yet another person dead.

>>3676764
Agreed with >>3676813. Let's hightail it, WITH him.

>>3676764
We're not leaving Yhor. Try to immobilize it and run

>>3676813
This

>>3676813
>5 dead hunters
1. We do not know if the hunters died from this one creature, or from multiple creatures, or our unwanted guests a couple days ago.
2. Yhor just gave it a big surprise attack regardness, the advantage to kill it is highest NOW.
3. If we were to "immobilize" it, we might as well KILL the damn thing to not let it bother us anymore

>>3676851
It just got stabbed in the throat, if we leave now it will bleed out anyway and it doesn't have the chance to immediately retaliate.

>>3676859
We really can't take that risk as we are not familiar with the creature. We don't know if it can heal or survive. We have struck a mighty blow. Let's give it the double tap.

Not to mention the future ramifications of killing the thing now. If we do, we have undeniable proof for the elders and a reason to take further action in the future. If we don't defeat it here and now, the issue is not resolved, not to mention the time constraints we are probably in.

>>3676764
Cant ditch Yhor

>>3676764
>Use your sling

>>3676764
Kill it or at least slow it down enough for yhor to flee too

>>3676764
>Use sling
>Run with Yhor to the elders

Seduce the beast, I mean Yhor.

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You want to run. It's all you are thinking about. Run home to your mother. Forget all of this.

But a stupid and weird basket weaver just saved your life. You cannot leave him behind.

The sling begins to spin around your hand.

>1d20:DC12, other can help (or hinder) with 19s/20s or 1s/2s.

Rolled 15 (1d20)

>>3676977

Rolled 2 (1d20)

You can do it Clo!

Rolled 4 (1d20)

>>3676977

Rolled 13 (1d20)

>>3676982
>>3676983
Well shit, might as well try to keep is at 15

Rolled 6 (1d20)

>>3676977

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>>3676982
>>3676983
>>3676987
>>3676988
>>3676990
>15-1 = 14

>>3676998
Hey we beat the DC!

>>3676977
when you man up so hard you grow a beard

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The sling spins and spins and, by promptly extending your arm, the pebble is released. With menacing whistling it strikes the beast at the base of its head, on its spine.

It quickly reels back, dousing the grass red with its nefarious blood. Seeing the beast flee, Yhor comes back to you, also covered red.

"I told you to run, idiot!"

Idiot. Look who's talking.

"My spear is still stuck in its throat." He wipes his face. "...Man, this stuff stinks real bad."

The plague beast is a dozen meters away, looking at you, its head weirdly crooked.

"That dung-pile isn't going anywhere."

You can still hear its faint whispers, and the disgusting acrid taste makes you nauseous.

>[Write-in]

>>3677100
>>3677100
NOW we leave and get everyone.

>>3677100
>Pelt it with rocks until it dies
FINISH HIM

>>3677107
>>3677100
this, get the hunters weapons as proof.

keep an eye on yhor in case the blood is toxic

>>3677107
>>3677118
These.

>>3677107
I support this, AFTER we finish it off.

Time to flee. Let's not corner it.

>>3677109
you are just ASKING to get "not even my final form"ed

>>3677118
>>3677107
these, any river nearby to wash off that blood?

>>3677144
>implying

>>3677136
>Cornering it
Good thing we have a ranged weapon

IT'S ON THE ROPES LET'S KILL IT FOR GRAZER'S SAKE

>>3677100
>time to bail

>>3677100
KILL IT KILL IT WITH FIRE

>>3677205
Roll 1d100 to invent fire, DC is 99

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>>3677118
You really do hope this blood isn't toxic.

Future conversation with Elders - perdicted by anon

Elders: Plague beast huh? Where are the proofs?

Clo: right this way honorable Elders

Elders: What? There's nothing here

Clo: I-It's gone. I should've finished it off!

Elders: OMG our hunters are dead. This is all your fault because we're stubborn geezers

Clo: Oh no! Now I'm on the lam with an aging mother and Yhor is pulled into this.

<Barbarians arrive, killing everyone

MARK MY WORDS

>>3677233
Your move OP, your move.

>>3677229
Shit now we gotta clean Yhor

>>3677233
>What? There's nothing here
>All the blood and the dead grass that apparently Plague Beasts leave in their wake
>Not telling them about the dead hunters before we get there

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You both decide to get as far as possible from the plague beast. Keeping a close on it as you walk away, you feel relieved to see that the beast doesn't move.

"I'll go pick up proofs for the Elders. They won't believe any of this otherwise."

You nod, still shaking.

"We'll meet up at the small brook we passed earlier on, alright? Wash all this blood."

You nod, still shaking.

"Hey, I'll be back soon. You'll be fine, alright?"

You nod, still shaking.

--

This blood is unbelievably gooey. You wash and wash but it takes forever to come off, and when it finally does it leaves a dark purplish stain. Even on your skin.

And while rubbing off the plague beast's blood you cry for Taro and all of the hunters. Every last one of them was your friend.

Friends you grew up with.

Hopefully you will stop crying before Yhor comes back.

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"What do you mean it doesn't come off?" There's an anxious disbelief in his voice.

Yhor leaves the small curved bows next to you and jumps in the river, aggressively rubbing off the dried blood on his skin.

"W-what curse is this? It stings!"

You are crashing hard. Every time your heart beats you feel like your head is going to explode. And your arm... Yhor is wrong. It doesn't sting, it sears you to the bone.

"I went to make sure the beast was dead. It wasn't. It stood still, exactly where we left it. Its legs were flinching though."

"It will be dead by sunrise."

You plead the weird basket weaver to go home. You want to see your mother, to be in your hovel for weeks; drink warm spiced milk like when you are sick.

"Ugh. This is a fuckin' mess, Clo."

He rubs his eyes, red gooey blood still all over his face.

"You're right, let's go home. We have to tell the homesteads."

>>3677608
Maybe you should rub rocks on your skin, like the outsiders did.

>>3677772
We dont have any soap.

>>3677608
if it hurts for us, imagine how bad it must be for him.

go to the elders

>>3677608
We're gonna have to talk with the elders and make sure he cleans up before we go, the longer it's on him the worse he gets

>>3677791
Maybe it was pumice?

>>3658347
>and even their ripe wheat colored hair
>>3678210
Yeah but who rubs pumice on their hair

>>3678210
>>3678919
Or alum

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Thank you for playing in the first thread of Clo Quest! You guys were great, we will definitely do this again. I've got neat plans for Clo and her weird basket weaver friend.

See you soon!

Also, here's a discord link: https://discord.gg/rxHWSUn

>>3681367
See ya!

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>>3677608