Rolled 44 (1d100)

>>5044142

Bathrobes +Magic casting ability

>>practice your magic

>>5044142
>send minions out to collect corpses to be raised
>consult map for other places to live, this shithole of a city sucks ass
No respectable Necromancer lives in some gay-ass drug shack, we need to find at least an old crypt or a rundown mansion to haunt. Bonus if it's overlooking a spooky forest or is built next to a cliff-face.

>>5044158
>>5044142
Forgot to include starting item:
>Bathrobes +Magic casting ability

Because magic, fuck yeah

>>5044157
>>5044158
>>5044159

Combining all three.

You glance at your fluffy bathrobe, the former idiots and now current undead minions tried to mug you for it, thinking it was made of "Bobeko hide." You have no idea what the hell that is, but you weren't about to run around in shorts and a undershirt. It also seems that your magic is slightly enhanced while wearing it.

You send out your servants to grab some corpses off the street, you aren't too worried about them being spotted except for the skeletons, you've probably seen at least a dozen druggies far more disgusting than your relatively fresh zombies and ghouls.

While you wait, you decide to practice casting your magic for a bit. While it's difficult with no guide, experience, or even corpses to practice on, you manage to at the very least make your aim steadier when firing off magic missles. You decide to put a end to this when you accidentally put a bit too much oomph in your spark spell and shatter a beaker full of strange green liquid, shimmering before suddenly soaking into the floor.

Unfortunately, you don't have a map, so you don't have anything to consult. You do know there's a pleasure district with brothels and "safe" drug-bars, as well as a few mansions owned by the kingpins to the south, but not the exact location or anything else about the city.

Your skeletons return, they weren't able to get anything beyond a random dusty skull before people started taking notice.
Your zombies return, they've managed to grab one corpse, but it's missing a arm and it's guts are spilling out, along with the decapitated body of either a hobbit or a unfortunate child.
Your ghoul returns, and... they apparently accidentally grabbed a OD-ing junkie instead of a corpse, she appears to be some sort of blue elf. Her eyes have rolled back and black foam currently streams from her mouth. You haven't spotted any of these walking around the city before.

Minions:
3 zombies
2 skeletons
1 ghoul

Corpse supply:
Skull
Mangled Corpse
Decapitated short body

Prisoners(?)
Blue elf.

Wat do?
>Kill the blue elf
>Use blue elf as experiment fodder
>Use blue elf as target practice
>leave the blue elf and see if she dies or not, focus on something else in the meantime
>Write in

Rolled 90 (1d100)

>>5044171
>see if you can detonate the mangled corpse with magic, it's good to know if you can turn corpses into makeshift bombs or not
>combine skull and short body and attempt to raise it
>slit throat of blue elf, then raise her and interrogate her

>>5044182
+1

>>5044182

Unfortunately, you know for a fact you aren't skilled enough to raise corpses that can speak yet, at best your skeletons can hisss, your zombies can gurgle, and your choul can rasp and gasp like a 80 year old grandpa, albiet a grandpa with knives for teeth and daggers for fingers. You tried to get the gang's corpses to tell you how to make drugs, but they just knocked over a bunch of shit and nearly set your lair on fire.

You decide to leave the elf alone for now. You turn your attention to the mangled corpse, you breathe in, and slowly wrap the tendrils of your energy around it, worming your way in, and making a firm grip. You focus for a second before flooding it with as much power as you possibly can. After a few seconds of exhauging concentration, the corpse makes a wet splutching sound, and it suddenly explodes in a shower of viscera and body parts. The Blue Elf was rather close to this explosion, but beyond the physical damage of a random boneshard scraping her across the arm, there wasn't much damage dealt to her, or anyone, really. There's some guts plastered on the ceiling and the bones going everywhere smacked some of your skeletons, but it was a really weak explosion when everything's taken into account.

After sitting down in the corner, you instruct your minions to jam the skull onto the corpse. You wave your hands and begin the incantation, the corpse twitches and you see a glint of blue light within the skulls sockets, but are suddenly wracked with a sense of extreme pain shooting through your spine. You collapse to the ground and realize It seems you're too exhausted to properly cast spells right now after the corpse explosion. You can try again later, but continuing is probably bad for your health.

The blue elf begins to stir.

Minions:
3 zombies
2 skeletons
1 ghoul

Corpse supply:
Skull
Decapitated short body

Prisoners(?)
Blue elf.


Wat do?
>kill elf
>wake elf up, interrogate her (write in what)
>Send out minions for corpse collection
>go take a snooze
>write in.

Rolled 67 (1d100)

>>5044197
>we can't raise minions that can speak yet
Damn we fucking suck. At least we can detonate corpses, we just need to find a way to up the power of the explosion.

>send zombies out for more corpses, tell them we need whole bodies if possible, otherwise get more mangled ones to practice Corpse Explosions on
>knock out elf properly and go take a nap
>skelebois and the ghoul stand guard ready to kill this elf if she tries anything while we nap

We'll deal with her later, this super headache is killing us.

>>5044209

You decide to take a nap before this headache becomes even worse. If it weren't for the fact that rotting bodies now smells vaguely pleasant to you, you think that the smell of splattered guts everywhere would make it worse. You send out the zombies, instructing them to bring back some whole bodies. You send your skeletons and ghouls to stand guard.

You find a old... couch? does fantasy medieval society have couches? do they call them couches? Whatever, you're too tired to care. You drift pleasantly off to sleep...

And are rudely awakened by the sound of crashing and banging, as well as random yelling.

You walk into the room to find one of your skeletons now has their head smashed in, and the Blue elf is screaming and trying to roll away from some human with yellow eyes, no shirt, and a weird tattoo on their chest. He also has his head and forearms covered in bandages, but they seem purely decorative. He's pretty badly injured, bleeding from his belly and one of his legs limping behind him, but has a pretty sturdy looking metal rod in his hands.You also note a LOT of humanoid shaped lumps stuffed in bags.

As soon as you enter, the human screams at you
>"EY! What in the 6 heavens are you doing muscling in on the Bandino's turf you creep!? I already murked one of your shitty thugs, don't make me do it to you!"

...is this guy serious?
Minions:
3 zombies
1 skeleton
1 ghoul

Corpse supply:
Unknown status

Prisoners(?)
Blue elf.


Wat do?
>beg for mercy
>blast him in the face
>sit back, relax, and let your minions tear him apart
>"What the fuck are you talking about?"
>Write in

Rolled 40 (1d100)

>>5044233
>blast him with magic missiles while your minions mob him
He'll make a fine addition to our collection.

>>5044248
Even if you weren't a necromancer and your undead were just simple thugs in costumes, he's still outnumbered 6 to one. However, you are a necromancer, and those are undead, so it's even worse odds.

You sigh and raise your arm and hurl a bolt of dark energy towards him. He dives out of the way, but it crashes full force into his thigh, mangling it in a spurt of blood. He screams and swings wildly with his "weapon" sending one of your zombies crashing to the ground and splitting open their head. However, it's not enough to stop your small army and he screams as his ribs are broken from the battering fists of the zombies and skeleton before his neck is slit by the ghoul.

The zombie knocked to the ground gets back up, he's not dead, but definitely wont be able to pass as a druggie anymore.

The blue elf stares in shock before blinking and meekly says
>"Uh... thanks... I didn't know you'd kill him, or you're a, uh, necro-guy but I guess that works."
>"Can you let me go now? My friend said she paid you."

Minions:
2 zombies
1 damaged zombie
1 skeleton
1 ghoul

Corpse supply:
Unknown status

Prisoners(?)
Blue elf.

Wat do?
>"What the hell are you talking about?"
>Kill her
>Examine Corpse Pile Status
>Write in.

Rolled 7 (1d100)

>>5044233
>sit back, relax, and let your minions tear him apart

Rolled 13 (1d100)

>>5044260
>"What the hell are you talking about?"
>Kill her

Rolled 99 (1d100)

>>5044260
>"What the hell are you talking about?"
>"Anyway, can't let you go. Can't let you tell everyone about this here, uh, necromancy stuffs. Either make peace with that and live, or don't and die. Your choice."
>inspect the corpse bags

>>5044262
>>5044270

You furrow your brow (can you even have a brow if you don't have "real" eyes or eyebrows?)
>"What the hell are you talking about?"

The Blue Elf seems just as confused as you
>"Y'know, you're, uh, Barry or something right?"
>"Like, the dude who wanted to sell this new kick-ass drug you call spice?"
>"Wanted a way to declare war on the rival gang in the area without risking his dudes?"
>"I was in real deep debt, my friend had cash, you needed, like, bait, so I was supposed to skip on my bills, and you were supposed to ambush the debt collector dude-person after bring paid by my friend."

She makes what can be described as a "stinkface"
>"your guys showed up real late tho, like, I was waiting there for hoursssss."
>"I used up the last bit of the Clom I had mannnn, you would totally owe me if you didn't fucking end that dude."
>"They also stole a bunch of corpse he was getting rid of, which I was like whaaaaat at first, but that makes sense now. "
>"why the hell are you dealing drugs if you can, like, raise the dead and stuff? Shouldn't you be working on world domination or like, near-you domination or something?"
>"like I already asked, can I go now? I don't really give a crap about that necromancy stuff, I won't tell anyone."

It appears that you have a case of mistaken identity only possible when the identifying person is a heavy drug user.

Wat do?
>"Sorry, better luck in the next life" (Kill her, too much of a risk)
>"Well, uh, goodbye" (let her go, who's going to belive a druggie)
>"Can't let you go. Can't let you tell everyone about this here, uh, necromancy stuffs. Either make peace with that and live, or don't and die. Your choice." (Keep her, she might be useful)
>Check on corpse pile
>write in

Rolled 78 (1d100)

>>5044290
>"Can't let you go. Can't let you tell everyone about this here, uh, necromancy stuffs. Either make peace with that and live, or don't and die. Your choice." (Keep her, she might be useful)

Rolled 80 (1d100)

>>5044290
>"Can't let you go. Can't let you tell everyone about this here, uh, necromancy stuffs. Either make peace with that and live, or don't and die. Your choice." (Keep her, she might be useful)

>>5044298
>>5044300

You politely inform her that she's not allowed to leave anymore. Still not understanding that "Barry" is dead, she simply remains confused.
>"You Suck! What the hell was the point was offering help if you were just going to do this shit anyway! You're, like, a total douche Barry! Even more than my friend said you were!"


Wat do?
>Lie: "Well, I needed an assistant, willing or not, and what can two addicts do against a necromancer?"
>Explain to her slowly and carefully that Barry is dead and you killed him, and if she doesn't shut up, she'll end up just like Barry *point at the ghoul*
>No time to waste on fools, do something else
>Write in

>>5044318
>No time to waste on fools, do something else
>inspect corpse bags
Time to see if we got anything of quality to raise.

Rolled 7 (1d100)

>>5044324
Forgot my die.

>>5044324
>>5044325

Perhaps she'll be more cooperative later. For now, you turn your attention to the Corpse pile. It's quite a haul. There are no less than a dozen bodies in varying states of rot and decay. Your Skeleton that the collector smashed is well and truly gone though, it's head is basically completely powderized.

Your remaining undead shuffle around and resume their duty of guarding the grumbling blue elf. You have no idea what time it is, everything's underground and the nearest clock is around 20 minutes away by walking. You think it's been at least 7 hours since you've woken up this "morning" (not the nap).

Regardless of the quality of the corpses, you estimate you probably have enough time and energy to raise all twelve, and maybe experiment with the skull and decapitated body before becoming exhausted from a combination of magic use and the need to sleep.

Meanwhile, the Blue Elf is still yelling and grumbling
>"MY FRIEND KNOWS I'M HERE! SHE'LL COME BACK AND KICK YOUR ASS BARRY! SHE'S LIKE, SUPER AWESOME AND SHIT!"

Roll 1d12 minus 4 to determine how many corpses are of "fresh quality."

Minions:
2 zombies
1 damaged zombie
1 skeleton
1 ghoul

Corpse supply:
1 skull
Heavily damaged skelton body
Decapitated short body
12 corpses of unknown quality.

Prisoners
Blue elf Junkie

>spend rest of the day raising dead
>experiment with raising just the skull
>send out minions to gather corpses
>make conversation with prisoner (write in)
>Write in

Rolled 1 + 4 (1d12 + 4)

>>5044402
>>experiment with raising just the skull
>make conversation with prisoner
"Does that ghoul over there look familiar, at all? I can't remember his name...harry? darry?"

Rolled 9 - 4 (1d12 - 4)

>>5044402
>>5044421
Backing this, trying to unfuck that really bad roll so we have some fresh corpses to play with.

Maybe we can infuse the skull with magic and make it fly around, like a Servitor Skull.

>>5044421
>>5044426
(probably my last post for today unless I find the time college is a bitch)

After rooting around your corpse pile, at least 4 of the corpses are fresh enough to pass as Drakenhor Druggies. You briefly take a mental note that Drakenhor is a extremely shit city, that is the only reason fresh zombies can pass as drug addicts.

You leave the corpse pile alone for now and stroll over to your prisoner.
>"Does that ghoul over there look familiar, at all? I can't remember his name...harry? darry?"

The blue elf seems unimpressed.
>"Like, Who the heck forgets what they name their pets? I mean, I did it like once, but I was on drugs that time, so that doesn't count."
>"Why the hell did you like, name all of your "friends" after yourself, my BFF told me that your friends names are like, totally stupid things like larry, gary, mary, zach-arry... which one did you name 'arry after you already used harry?"

Christ, it seems you can't take any sort of subtle approach due to the fact that the people you killed were a bunch of fucking losers and this bimbo is a complete idiot.

You decide to just try raising the skull. You "feel" around with your mana, finding it distressingly hard to put any real energy into your actions. You eventually find a sort of grip, and begin to channel your power into it until ITHURTSITHURTSITHURTSITHURTS. YOur head suddenly splits into a horrible headache before flashing all over your body, wracking it in incredible pain. You scream in pain and are vaugely aware of something shattering and someone bleeding. Through the pain, you see three flames lie in front of you.
>RED, wrath and fury
>BLACK, unfeeling and unstoppable
>BLUE, despair and cold
>CANCELCANCELCANCEL!

>>5044440
>>BLACK, unfeeling and unstoppable
I got a bad feeling about this one, scoob.

>>5044440
>BLACK, unfeeling and unstoppable

>>5044440
>BLACK, unfeeling and unstoppable

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>>5044440
>BLACK, unfeeling and unstoppable
What could possibly go wrong.

>>5044651
>>5044658
>>5044813
>>5045060

You grasp out towards the black flame, as soon as you touch it, you nearly throw up as all the pain seems to concentrate into the palm of your hand as the flame latches onto it. As you scream in pain, you feel your body moving without your input, and finally, the pain stops as you fall to your knees and puke. Finally, you look up and see a floating skull with eyes of blackened fire and surrendered by dark burning flames.

The skull simply stares back at you before a word comes out of his mouth and he approaches your undead.
>"MIGHT"

You simply watch, exhausted, as some flames seem to seep into your small gang of undead. They briefly twitch before settling down, the skull continues this for a while before his flames die down and he hovers back in front of you. You notice the damaged zombie appears to have had his head roughly "healed" though it looks more like someone melted his flesh like wax and patched it toghter.

The blue elf girl is currently crying, and you see that her ears are bleeding. You touch the side of your face and notice yours are too.

Wat do?
>go to sleep
>comfort prisoner (write in)
>study skull
>study your undead
>write in

>>5045366
>comfort prisoner (write in)
Shame we can't do healing magic.

Headpat her ? Brush her hair or something ? I don't know ? She's a drug addict, we're a necromancer keeping her prisoner in a drug lab with a gaggle of undead minions. We're not equipped to deal with this.

Let's at least grab a mostly clean rag, dab it in mostly clean water and clean up the blood and her face. We're not a complete asshole yet. I hope.

Then go check out the skull. The undead can wait, that thing may not be able to sustain itself for long.

>>5045366
>pat skull for doing really cool things
>finally clear up the misunderstanding with the blueberry, she's not dealing with her old contact anymore, but if she keeps calm and doesn't do anything stupid she'll live
>go back to taking a nap, we need the energy to raise corpses later

>>5045422
supporting this

>>5045422
>>5045439

Attempting to combine, updates will be slow this week, midterms.

You kneel down besides the elf and grab a somewhat clean rag and wipe off the blood on her face. She reacts poorly, trying to avoid your touch and starting to blubber, which is basically advanced crying.
>"p-please, like, I just wanna leave, I-I'll do anything you ask me to, I swear I won-won't tell anyone, don't kill me p-please."
You slowly and calmly explain to her that Barry is dead, you killed him, but as long as she stays calm and doesn't do anything dumb everything will be fine. This works horribly.
>"ohgodpleasedon'tkillme- *hic* Ididnthavethemoneyijustwantedtogethigh- *hic* jannawhereareyoupleasedonthurtme."
She tries to regain her composure
>"I'll-l, do an-any-anything you w-ant, pl-pl-please don't- hurt me or Janna! It-it's all my faauuuullt!-"
and fails miserably, turning into a crying mess.

Well, this failed miserably. You sigh, and command your undead gang to lift her to the couch opposite the one you slept on, it's the only other place to sleep besides the ground.

You turn your attention to the skull. It doesn't look particularly intelligent despite it's speech, in fact, it's currently caught on the wall, trying to follow the rest of your minions. You feel another wave of pain course through you and decide examining can be done tomorrow. As you lie down, you realize the skull is doing the same, their flames lowering until they rest on the floor beside you nearly identical to a normal skull save for the sense of undead you instinctively feel from it, and you also swear the skull is causing energy to go through you.

You attempt to fall asleep, but someone desperately trying not to cry too hard doesn't make the best white noise. You presist, and drift off to sleep.

In the "morning" (you're pretty sure it's morning at least) you feel strangely refreshed, and you skull appears to have woken up before you. You scratch yourself and stretch, a horrible cracking sound emanating from your back.

Blueberry appears to have woken up slightly earlier than you, and opens their mouth to say something, then winces as you glance at her and she slams her mouth shut. She appears to be shaking.

Minions:
2 zombies
1 damaged zombie
1 skeleton
1 ghoul
1 floating skull, blackflames

Corpse supply:
Heavily damaged skelton body
Decapitated short body
4 fresh corpses
8 corpses

Prisoners
Blue elf Junkie


Wat do?
>untie blueberry
>interrogate blueberry about "Janna"
>practice magic
>send out undead
>write in.

>>5045660
>interrogate blueberry, but nicely

Try again to assure her that we don't wanna hurt her but really can't afford to let her go.

>>5045671
>>5045660
This, she will either get this very simple piece of information or we will die of frustration

When this inevitably fails, attempt to raise one of the corpses that are in good condition. Pay attention to what the Skull does when we raise it.

>>5044142
roll 1d6

Rolled 6 (1d6)

>>5045821

>>5045854
that's not me.

>>5045671
>>5045686
You waddle over to blueberry and attempt to reason with her
>"Look, we don't want to hurt you, but we can't really let you go at this point, alright?"
>"I-i just wanna go back, please"
>"We can't do that."

She chokes back a sob before finally nodding. You decide you should ask her about "Janna."
>"I-idon'tknowwhatyou'retalkingabout."
She's lying, that much is obvious.
>"But."
>"ummm, if you untie me, I might remember enough to give you a hint."
>"Like, please? I-iswear I won't run away or attack you, or- or- or-"

You get the gist of what she's saying

Wat do?
>untie her
>untie her, warn her that you could melt her face of if you wanted to
>get your minions in here in case shit goes down, untie her
>"Tell me first, THEN I untie you"
>Ignore her, move onto other things
>write in

oh wait, I forgot to mention that her spit seems to be black by default since I forgot to make blueberry puke during your skull raising.

>>5045896
>>get your minions in here in case shit goes down, untie her
The two intact zombies should be enough.

>>5045904
You have no idea what her abilities are like, hell, you don't even know her real name or race beyond "some sort of elf." For all you know she's this world's equivalent of a Floridian bath salt abuser, able to tank gunshots and other shit. Actually, do guns exist in this world?

Whatever, you snap your fingers and two of your fresher zombies shamble into the room and position themselves next to her. She visibly recoils and nearly bursts into tears when one of their fingers fall off and nearly touches her thigh. You warn her to not try anything, and you go around and... holy shit, this is a mess, you know someone with giant claws probably doesn't have a lick of finger coordination, but this is excessive. You decide to just cast a small cut spell to release her.

Not wanting to give off the impression she's attacking or bolting off, she slowly straightens out and moves into a sitting position.

Blueberry attempts to not look like she's shitting herself before stuttering out
>"Janna's my best friend, she's like, super awesome tough and a champ in the underground street fight-tournament-contest thingies, she always helps me out with getting some new shit as long as I, uh, share with her."
>"I-I don't know how she knew Barry, I don't think she liked them though..."
She then falls silent, and uncomfortably glances at you and your "friends."
>"Uh, can we please, please make another, like, deal?"
>"J-just leave the room for like, 3 minutes, and uh, don't look inside, and uh, um, take your z-z-zombies out? I-swear on my life I won't do something dumb! Uh, super p-please!"
>"I'll, uh, tell you more about Barry if you d-do?"
She shifts around nervously, and crosses her legs, looking like she regrets even asking you to untie her in the first place.

The room is located within the one story (well, one accessible one, the stairs rotted away) house, meaning that if you left the room, the only exit would lead to the room you'd be in. There are no windows, and she's definitely in no shape to break down any walls. The door to the room is old and can't be closed completely, making it easy to peek through the crack.

Wat do?
>"Why?"
>(Threaten) "No, you'll tell me now, don't make me tie you up again."
>(Threaten: Extreme/ BLUFF) "You'll talk now, or I'll make you talk as a ghost "
>"Alright, but I want to hear about Janna, not some two bit thug that I already killed"
>"Alright."
>"I'll be leaving then." (Peek through the door)
>Write in

>>5045914
>"Why?"

>Write in
If you can't be honest and upfront with me or useful to me and tell me what I want to know, what is the point in keeping you alive? Talk. It'll help you calm down.

>>5045914
She probably just needs the toilet and/or to take drugs.

Let her know that the ghoul can track by the scent of her soul and let her be for a couple of minutes

>>5045918
Sure. Also, don't peek. Even if she does try to break down a wall, we'll hear it anyway. No need to be a creep.

>>5045914
>Alright, but I want to hear about Janna, not some two bit thug that I already killed"

>>5045914
>"Why?"

>>5045917
>>5045914
Backing this, if she can't tell us why she wants to have some time alone then why should we trust her?

>>5045917
>>5045918
>>5045921
>>5045926
>>5046275
>>5046279
Why won.

>"Why, exactly? If you don't tell me, I can't trust you."
Blueberry shifts around before finally answering.
>"Um, well, you see, I uh, like, uhm..."
>"I, uh, need to pee, and uh, uhm, I don't like being watched while I take my, uh, d-drugs."
Oh.

Wat do?
>Just leave
>Leave zombies there to monitor her
>force her to talk about Janna/Barry (Choose) first
>Write in

>>5046673
>"Alright. Why didn't you just say so?"
>leave with minions, raise one or two corpses while we wait for her to finish

>>5045914
>>5045917
Supporting

An aside. What are our short-term goals? Our drug supply will run out b/c we don't have knowledge of the production process. Additionally, as seen recently, our zombies literally fall apart and the skulls of the skeletons can be pulverized. I think finding a way to maintain our minions without magic should be something to think about.

>>5046680

>"Alright. Why didn't you just say so?"
Blueberry mutters something about being embarrassed, but you really don't give a shit, does everyone just forget asking to go to the washroom is a thing? Then again, you might not have belived her if said that fromt the start.
You grab your minions and command them out the door, and you begin prepping to raise another corpse as the skull floats around you, bumping into walls.
Suddenly, you hear the distinct sound of a slightly overweight knife-eared drug addict slamming into the ground. That, or she just tipped over the couch for some reason.

>corpse supply
decapitated short body
4 fresh
8 damaged
1 thug body

>minions
3 zombs
1 skeleton
1 ghoul
1 floating skull, blackflames

Wat do?
>Peek into the door
>Kick down the door
>Ignore her, pick a corpse to revive
>"Everything alright in there?"
>write in

>>5046687
She's not taking your drugs, she's using the drugs she has on her right now.

>>5046690
I was referencing the fact that we took over a drug den while being incapable of making more, and I assumed we still peddled the drugs while acting as Barry.

>>5046688
>"Everything alright in there? Hitting the sauce a little too hard?"

>>5046687
>What are our short-term goals?
I just want out of this pisshole of a city, find some charmingly spooky place to settle down in and build an army of the undead. You know, basic Necromancer stuff

>>5046688
>>"Everything alright in there?" If she doesn't respond I'll command a skeleton to walk in first and I'll follow.

>>5046688
>>5045921
>>"Everything alright in there?" If she doesn't respond I'll command a skeleton to walk in first and I'll follow.

>>5046688
>"Everything alright in there?"

>>5046700
>>5046723
>>5047305
>"Hello? You take too many drugs? Too little drugs?"
You hear Blueberry emit a string of swears before you hear her swear
>"I'm fine, like, just, gimmie a second."
After a few more seconds, she opens the door. You shrug, and as you step inside, you are suddenly assaulted with... well, you aren't sure how to describe it, but it sorta reminds you of the time the Jocks at your highschool decided to drag you to a mixer as a prank, and you all ended up misunderstanding how to huff glue after a shitty dinner with 90% catfishes and no-shows.
Blueberry appears vastly more relaxed, her eyes are glazed and she has this insufferably smug smile plastered on her face, and she's currently lying on the couch. Wait, is that a wet spot on the other end? You REALLY hope that's were she drooled after her first hit or something.
>"So, like, Barry was kinda a shithead, he thought he was "totally different from the rest of the dealers" and he had this "sick recipe" or some shit."
>"he was going after the Bandinos, which I was, like, working for, but they were jerks, so I kept swiping their drug supplies, it was really funny when they found out at first, it took them, like, 2 months, since I'm totally a genius, and they're so super dumb."
>"like, who makes their initiation ritual giving a shitload of blood in a bucket or cutting off a hand? you want a army of cripples and invalids? Sure, it looks cool, but I mean.."
she gestures at the dead gangster on your corpse pile.
>"Didn't help that asshole like, right?"
>"Their drugs sucked too, like, they work, but I had to take, like, 5 lines off the ground, and it took so long to hit right now I-"
>"Whatever, the point is that they suck."
>"But then Barry comes in and gives me a buncha super awesome drugs, and then he lets me have more if I talk to Janna for him for soemthing, and it's really good, so I did it, and like-"
She shuffles around in her pockets and pulls out a bunch of small purple pouches that look like they have orbs in them
>"This lasted me, like, a month, bro, it's greaaaaat."
She whines as she spins so that her head dangles upside down and her legs rest upon the back of the sofa.
>"But whatever, Barry was always going to like, eat it because the Bandinos are like, violent and shit, even if that's like, the only thing mildly like, "good" about them."
>"So I'm, like, super glad that I got the drugs when I had the chance."
Her dopey smile spreads wider.
>"Actually, you got any more space? C'mon man, like, you took over his hideout and everything, you gotta have found his stash or recipe, don't hold out on meeeeee."

Wat do
>"I don't even know what "space" looks like, show it to me, and I'll consider getting you some if you continue being useful."
>"Tell me more about Barry first."
>"More about the Bandinos first"
>"You, worked with the bandinos, swiped drugs for months, helped their competitors, TWICE and you thought killing one of them would help?"
1/2 options posted

>>5047607
options continued
>(assert dominance)"ENOUGH. TELL ME NOW OR DIE."
>"you, uh, act like this normally when you're not threatened by necromancers, or is it just the drugs?"
>Write in

>>5047607
>"I don't even know what "space" looks like. You know what, help me search the place for a stash and I'll give you a cut."

>>5047607
>"I don't even know what "space" looks like, show it to me, and I'll consider getting you some if you continue being useful."
>"Winners don't do drugs though."
At least she's no longer panicking, means we can Necromance in peace for a change after we find her the drugs

>>5047607
>"I don't even know what "space" looks like, show it to me, and I'll consider getting you some if you continue being useful."

>>5047641
Supporting

>>5047607
>>"I don't even know what "space" looks like, show it to me, and I'll consider getting you some if you START being useful."

>>5047607
>"I don't even know what "space" looks like, show it to me, and I'll consider getting you some if you continue being useful."

>>5047607
>>"I don't even know what "space" looks like, show it to me, and I'll consider getting you some if you START being useful."

>"I don't even know what "space" looks like, show it to me, and I'll consider getting you some if you continue being useful."
Blueberry's expression sours slightly, and she mumbles under her breath before grabbing a sphere of what looks like purple rock crystal candy out of the bags. It's not very big, around the size of a hamster's severed head.
>"Here. It's really good, you can snort it, mix it into things, cook it, lick it, eat it, inject it if you melt it, snort it, and uh, I've never tried this, so I wouldn't know if it works, but I've like, heard if you just shove it up your butt it gives a REALLY great high."
>"...Not that I've tried that."
>"No idea how it's made though, I think Janna said something about more of my kind, which is weird."
You prompt her to tell you more about Janna, unfortunately, nothing really useful comes up since Blueberry launches into a semi-coherent rant about how awesome she is. The only facts you manage to wrangle out of her are the following barely useful facts.
>Janna at least looks like a "normal" human
>Janna is a natural Blonde, unlike Blueberry, who can somehow either afford hair dye or be deluded enough to try and look like a knockoff gyaru while in crippling debt
>Janna has been the champion of a underground street fighting ring for at least a year, maybe more, Blueberry isn't sure
>Janna's "emblem" is a green heart
>They met because Blueberry was trying to steal the prize pot of a tournament for drug money and Janna found out and took it in good humor
>Blueberry isn't aware of this, but she's clearly being used as a henchman and messenger, albiet a very pampered one by Janna.
>Janna doesn't seem to be addicted to any drugs despite using them frequently, unlike Blueberry.
Blueberry is exhausted from her non-stop babbling and slumps down on her couch in a huff after rambling on about snakes and babies and blue roses.
>"...Do I need to tell you more, or can you pleeeeeez get the drugssssss nowwwwww???"
You aren't sure if her annoying slurring of words is a effect of the drugs wearing off or her trying to annoy you.

Wat do?
>"Fine. But you have to help."
>"Fine. Stay here, don't try anything funny, I'll go search."
>"No. I can tell that you're leaving things out, and even if you weren't, that wasn't useful anyway."
>"Don't you think you should use less drugs if you sometimes withdrawal to the point where you pee on couches?"
>(Threaten) "You know, you really shouldn't demand things from people who can boil your skin off with a thought."
>"Wait, does Janna know you're here?"
>write in

I can't update on weekends BTW srry

>>5051790
I say we've wasted enough time on Blueberry (and she isn't in charge, we are), if we happen to know where the drugs she wants are (now that we know what they look like) then that's one thing. It's a decent way to keep her complacent and makes keeping her around easier... however not enough to justify personally searching through the place at her command.

That's what minions are for. I saw we scoff and go do Necromancer things--we have so many corpses to play with and those don't exactly stay fresh unless we happen to have a massive walk-in freezer; lets turn one of those freshbois or the thug into a minion
--and maybe, just maybe send our minions to catalog the contents of the hideout/stand guard/find us a giant freezer.

>>5051794
Was starting to wonder about you, OP. But you did say something about midterms...

>>5051797
>>5051790
>I say we've wasted enough time on Blueberry
Agreed, she can look through the drug den for more of her chosen vice as long as she doesn't touch any of our Necromancy things. Assign the Skellebois to ensure she doesn't try anything and go do Necromancy things, we need more manpower. Time to raise corpses.

>>5051790
>>5051794
>Interacting w/ Blueberry being a waste of precious corpse raising time.
I agree, however, getting her to arrange a meeting w/ Janna down the line might not be bad.
Still think we should prioritize making/discovering/using QOL smalls for our raised, they are not structurally sound: Increasing the bone density

>>5051824
Here's an idea: What if we debone two of the unsalvageable corpses and attempt to fuse both skeletons together to create a more sturdy skeleton warrior?

>>5051797
>>5051803
>>5051829
Well, you don't really have any necromancy things lying around besides your corpse pile and what you're literally wearing on your person, so you suppose that you have a bit of leeway with letting your prisoner run around your hideout for a bit. You call over two of your zombies to monitor her while she searches for drug caches hidden around the den.

>corpse supply
decapitated short body
4 fresh
8 damaged
1 thug body

>minions
3 zombs
1 skeleton
1 ghoul
1 floating skull, blackflames

You really can't decide what to start with first.

Wat do?
>Just raise some corpses
>focus on raising the thug's corpse
>debone corpses and attempt a fusion
>write in

>>5051833
>debone corpses and attempt a fusion

>>5051833
>debone corpses and attempt a fusion
If we're successful we can also attempt to turn the lose flesh into some sort of Flesh Golem too.

>>5051833
Let's Focus on Thugboi; our minions will naturally get stronger as we get better, which implies a bit of focus/precision on our parts until get get a hand on things.

>>5051833
>debone corpses and attempt a fusion
Take the time to think of the end product we want from the fusion. I'm thinking a few four-armed minions and a large hulking bodyguard/meatshield The thug body should be touched last.

>>5051845
I was personally thinking only of making really swole and tanky skeletons, but fuck me if nimble General Grevious style four-armed skeletons aren't a fantastic idea. Bravo, Anon.

>>5051845
>>5051854
It sounds cool as fuck, but we have a pretty big corpse pile and our last bits of Necromancy have all been experiments which have devoured our mana pool. I'd be up for more experimentation if we had a way to preserve them better. Especially Skele shenanigans.

>>5051836
>>5051837
>>5051845

Well, no time like the present to start experimenting, after all, if you ignore the hundreds of failed businesses and those absorbed by the big guys and crushed under their heel, the little guys who take a risk always come out on top in the end! Well, I guess you're technically the "heel" except your steel chairs are made of bone.

You get to work deboning the bodies. It's incredibly messy work, seeing as [Mageknife] just manifests to a high quality all-purpose survival knife, not a huge cleaver or some skinning knife. Well, it's not like you need to keep any fragile bits. However, you still screwed up and essentially dusted one of the skulls.

You now have a pile of bones composed of 2 bodies minus one head lying on the ground in a ritual circle in front of you. You aren't too sure how you're supposed to proceed, you were hoping that you could just kinda mush together two skeletons, but you have no idea if having only one head will hinder your creations performance.

However, as you ponder, you see your black skull floating around and spitting black fire on your ghoul, with it seeing to stick and sink into it's bladed fingers. Hmmm...

>corpse supply
decapitated short body
4 fresh
6 damaged
1 thug body
1 skeleton
1 skelton minus head


>minions
3 zombs
1 skeleton
1 ghoul
1 floating skull, blackflames

you hear Blueberry yelling and the sounds of something breaking, but you can't sense your zombies doing anything about it.

Wat do?
>leave the experiment to later, check on your prisoner
>just raise the corpse as is
>debone another corpse to harvest a skull (roll1d100)
>slap on the black skull on the pile and cast the spell (roll1d100)
>raise some normal undead instead
>attempt to raise the thug's corpse
>write in

>>5051859
Shoulda deboned short body headless body and one of the damagedbois so we only had one. Hm. Lets debone short headless body, crush/grind up the weaker skeleton (except for the arms, also crushing the one from headless body), call flamer over and have him assist us as we try to magic this skeleton chimera thing together? That way we can reinforce as optimal (skull, spine, arms/legs) and maybe give our single skull some cool ass horns or something.

Thigh bone is strongest bone in the human body so we should be able to figure out which skeleton is the stongest by poking at them.

>>5051859
>just raise the corpse (4 arms, two legs, and 1 head).
>Also, command minions to block Blueberry from entering the room.
>>5051855
Maybe we make fused skeletons for now. Deboning the rest of the damaged corpses then feeding the ghoul the flesh.

>>5051859
>>5051864
>crush/grind up the weaker skeleton
That's what I was thinking too, using one of the skeletons as ingredients somehow to enhance the bone strength of the other. Maybe it is as you say and we need to powder out the bone for it to be useful as a strengthening agent?

Man, Necromancy is some bullshit. Didn't we get a spell guide or something when we were reincarnated here?

>>5051864
>>5051872
From what I can understand, you want to grind up the shortbody, grind up the bones of the "weaker" skeleton, except for the arms so that you can reinforce the body to make something like general grievous/lord garmadon, and you want your blackskull to help.

Alright, let's do this! You debone the short skeleton with much more ease and swiftness, given that you don't need to worry too much about breaking anything this time. It's a crude solution, but you end up grabbing the metal pole the thug had and using it to grind the bones into powder. Whoever this guy was didn't drink his choccy milk. That, or he was taking some really horrible drugs. Probably both. Speaking of which, you haven't needed to eat for around the week you've been here, but you... sorta feel hungry? It's like when you know you're full, but know deep down you'll need to snack on something in a hour, it's been like this for at least before you captured Blueberry.

Both skeletons seem to be around the same strength, so you decide to just pick the taller one to keep.

As you prepare to grind up the second skeleton, your blackskull comes into the room, and begins to help without you needing to prompt it. It's a bit disturbing though, it just kinda... crunches down and slams into the bones you don't need intact. After a few hours of work, you've managed to grind most of the bones. You finish slamming your hard rod into the tailbone, and are ready to start the ritual after you start spreading the dust until you hear a sickening crunch.

The stupid fucking skull just killed your other skull. You briefly try to pull a homer before realizing that he doesn't even have a neckbone. However, the skull has nicely settled where the original skull was. You think it wants to serve you by becoming part of your 4 arms.

...God, did your first intelligent undead minion develop a crush on you? You really, really hope that's not the case, or at least you'll eventually get them a body with actual bits.

In the distance, you can hear a sound of something snapping in half, along with a scream of victory from Blueberry.

Wat do?
>raise the blackskull with the arms
>debone another corpse and raise it with a normal skull
>go check on blueberry
>write in

>>5051903
>>raise the blackskull with the arms
Maybe sicc another minion on Blueberry so she'll chill the fuck out.

>>5051903
>raise the blackskull with the arms
I'm trusting you on this, skullbro. You better not let me down.

Should probably peek in on Blueberry and ask if she found the drugs.

>>5051903
>raise the blackskull with the arms
My original inspiration for the 4 arms was Lord Garmadon. Lego Ninjago was effectively the same thing every season though.

>>5051903
>raise the blackskull with the arms
We can always change his necro-gundam later

>>5051905
>>5051906
>>5051931
>>5052150
Alright, you stretch your hands and begin to infuse your magic into the corpse, and the magic begins to flow through you until.

Oh god you're completely numb.

You can't feel anything at all and your eyes glaze over, barely able to see anything at all. You can feel yourself sweating profusely and in your daze you notice that you've apparently faceplanted onto the ground, and can feel all your energy being rapidly sapped as you hear the sounds of bones clicking somewhere in front of you.

It reminds you of the corpse explosion experiment. That was like being forced to carry a very heavy box across a distance that you greatly underestimated in one go. This is like being dragged along by a trio of bodybuilders in a tug of war.

You desperately try to somehow cancel the spell, but at this point you can barely manage to even keep your eyes open. After 10 minutes of this, you make a horrific realization.

You can feel your heartbeat slowing down. You attempt to thrash against this, but you don't even feel the slightest twitch coming from your body. After a eternity, you suddenly feel the drainage stop and four bony hands suddenly force you upright.

What stands before you is... a VERY tall 4 armed skeleton with a skull with a flaming black aura around it. Several bones have black streaks running through them, and unlike the other skeletons you've raised before, it's movements aren't as stiff and robotic as before, instead being concerningly twitchy.

Without it even opening it's "mouth" the following words emerge from it in a gurgling scratchy voice.
>"MASTER. DRAINED. REST. NOW. YES?"

Wat do
>"Uhhhhh.... yes?"
>"I'm... fine. Could you please put me down?"
>"HEY BLUEBERRY GET THE HELL IN HERE AND MEET MY NEWEST CREATION SO YOU DONT PISS YOURSELF WHEN YOU MEET HIM LATER"
>Write in

>>5052425
>"Yes, thank you. Please keep watch while I rest."

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>>5052425
Extreme fucking success. We need to work on our mana reserves later so we don't end up passing out everytime we do cool shit like this.

>"Yes, thank you. Please keep watch while I rest."

>>5052457
Support

>>5052457
>>5052425
Yush. If we're going to keep doing shit like this we need to get a freezer or something to keep shit fresh. And maybe train some of these niggers so we only have to step in for the actual magic part. It's inefficient to have minions just hanging out doing jackshit.

>>5052548
Unfortunately zombies don't make for good precision instruments, but making them powder bones for enhancement material would probably work. Maybe the Ghoul could be of use in deboning future corpses, he does have knives for fingers so he could probably do it easily.

>>5052457
>>5052537

You stammer out a short thanks before dragging yourself into the room with the couch. You'd think falling asleep with a 8ft tall monstrosity stares at you would be harder, but frankly you're dead tired. You drift off into sleep.

You have a nightmare where you accidentally raise a sans and papyrus ripoff with their personalities from shitty fanfictions.

You wake up to the sound of Blueberry crying. You sense this will be a running theme if you don't do something about it. Blackskull is currently pinning her to the wall with two of his arms, while the upper two seem prepared to gouge out her eyes. As you groggily get up, Blackskull's head whips around completely independent of the rest of the body.
>"APOLOGY. FOR. DAMAGING. ELF. NECESSARY."
he points at a green sack that appears to be filled with heavy objects and a stack of papers.
>"PAPER. THIEF. IMPROVISED. WEAPON."
Blueberry begins crying harder and incoherently begs you to not let Blackskull kill her.
>"N-n-no! It-it's! the drugs! It's just the drugs! I-I Found how t-to make more-sp-sp-space! That's useful right!?!? Right!?! PLEASE D-DUNT KILL MEEEEeeeEE!!! Ill stop being annoying I'll like be your slave and shit! I can make drugs! I can be useful!"
Jesus, looks like Blackskull isn't as intelligent as you first thought. You command Blackskull to drop Blueberry and she simply scrambles away as far away from the golem as possible before curling into a ball and crying.

Wat do?
>Check on the papers
>Look inside the green sack
>scold Blackskull
>give Blackskull a nickname (I will not accept Tyrone, or variations of it, get a better joke)
>check on Blueberry/Wonder how much therapy for elves cost
>Write in

>>5052765
Check bag, if she's legit then she's our slave and her name is officially Blueberry now. As far as our Black Skull, how about the name Redguard? Then tell them to STFU and get back to sleep.

>>5052765
>bonk elf on head
>"I told you not to try anything funny, didn't I? Next time I will not be so merciful. Consider this your final warning."
>give Blackskull a nickname (Vilhelm)
>Check on the papers

Interesting, if these papers contain the instructions for how to produce Space we can actually start selling these drugs to make a tidy proft, after we've learned how to raise minions that can speak properly. Taking over the local drug dens seems like a good start on this adventure, when we have the capital from the drug trade we can consider what we do after that.

>>5052765
>Bring bag to a table and look inside the green sack.
>give Blackskull a nickname (Poncho or Petunia)

>>5052778
>>5052789
>>5052770

Opinion seems divided on naming of Blackskull and treatment of Blueberry. Blackskull is male if that helps at all, so I'm just gonna let you check the bags and papers.

Blackskull just looms over your shoulder as you look in the green sack. It's chock full of those little sacks of "space" and full of vials of black spit, some sort of black berries with a twisted stem, and lots of blue and red plastic-looking crystals. There's also a bunch of rocks in there as well that are stained dark purple.

You move onto the papers and... uhhhhhh this is a lot more complicated than you think. Shit. You don't know that much about drugs, hell, you also remember the time you and your best friend both ended up confessing to buying "shaped" meth and finding out it was just a very drunk adult helper for the local scout troops hard candy drive. It wasn't even blue candy, it was this weird piss-yellow color too.

You can barely understand the notes at all, all you know for certain is that the blue and red crystals are specifically mentioned to be just a efficient way to speed up the process and increase the quality of the drug, so you don't need them 100% of the time. It also mentions "blueknive lickings" a whole lot, and everything you need is in the bag, that's about as much info you're able to tell from a quick glance.

You hear Blueberry start to cry harder while she desperately tries to muffle her mouth using her hands. Blackskull rotates to look at her while not moving his body at all, and Blueberry bites down on her lip to try and stop making so much noise.

Wat do?
>"Congratulations. You've proven useful, I will accept your offer of being your master. Your new name is Blueberry."
>"Elf, you said you knew how to make drugs? Help me with this."
>"Blackskull, stop intimidating her, she couldn't do shit if she tried."
>Attempt to make the drugs
>go raise some corpses.
>Write in

>>5052835
>>"Congratulations. You've proven useful, I will accept your offer of being your master. Your new name is Blueberry."
>>go raise some corpses.
inb4 flesh golem experiment (unless we fed three bodies worth of meat to our ghoul).

>>5052840
>>5052835
I can get behind this. If we do Flesh Golem experiments we can make a small one first to see if it turns out any good, but it would probably scale in power with the amount of flesh used.

I don't think we'll pass out from making a big one though unless we imbue it with sentience, most likely the reason we were drained of mana before was because we involved Blackskull in the ritual which would've expontentially increased mana drain due to his sentience.

>>5052840
+1 Flesh golem sounds good to have and probably terrifying.

>>5052840
Let's make a football-sized flesh golem first to see how tiring it is

>>5052840
>>5053009
Support

>>5052840
You turn to Blueberry.
>"Congratulations. You've proven useful, I will accept your offer of being your master. Your new name is Blueberry."
Blueberry's eyes flash in a mixture of fear and realization.
>"W-wait, b-but, I-I i..."
Without paying her further mind, you stride on to work on raising a larger army. Blueberry shuffles around nervously before taking a nervous glance at Blackskull and following close behind you. You hear the sounds of Blackskull organizing the materials from the sack.

Deciding to continue your winning streak of experimentations, you settle on working on a flesh golem. You initially attempt to try and mold the flesh scraps into a sort of humanoid form, but you fail miserably, even with Blueberry's help, though she's trembling so much it's more of a hinderance than anything. There's no internal support from the lack of bones, you can't find anything to stitch the flesh together, and most of the meat is already ruined from you roughly deboning with a knife. Shit.

Blueberry nervously twirls her fingers before timidly making a suggestion.
>"Uh, like, maybe you shouldn't make more undead after making... him?"
She nervously jerks her head toward the couches room where you can hear Blackskull shuffling around and the floorboards creak in protest against his prodigious size
>"Like, maybe a break...? Or at least, um, do something, not- dark magicy or something?"
She chews on a strand of her hair before continuing. Gross.
>"We could work on uh, making more space, or like, if, Y-your'e into it, we c-c-could get high together?"
>"I- I'm not stupid enough to try anything with your minions around... N-n-not that I-i would k-kill you in the first place! or-or-or even consider it! P-please?"
Blueberry understandably seems to think every undead you raise will either result in her ears bleeding out or her being choked out in a "I'm going to kill you way" as opposed to the "harder daddy" way.


Wat do?
>What if you slapped on the meat onto a skeleton and tried that?
>raise normal corpses
>raise thug corpse
>command minions to go get more corpses (specify which ones)
>go and try to make drugs
>fuck it, time to get high
>write in

>corpse supply
3 fresh
5 damaged
1 thug body
1 skeleton

>minions
3 zombs
1 skeleton
1 ghoul

>specials
Blueberry, Junkie blue elf with big tits and ass and a serious drug problem.
Blackskull, overly intense undead general grievous ripoff and no actual name

(I hope I didn't sound too negative for the flesh golem thing, it just wouldn't work.)

>>5053353
>>go and try to make drugs
Necromancer drug lord go !
I'm hoping that if we succeed, we can eventually come up with our own stuff/ recreate Earth-based drugs and fiddle with them. Plenty of potential within all strata of society.

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>>5053353
>"An excellent suggestion, Blueberry. It's no longer a fools errand after you found the instructions."
>go and try to make drugs

As for the Flesh Golem, I was picturing it to be less humanoid and more like the Bloated Corpse from Divinity. A writhing mass of flesh, rather than a hulking humanoid. We should try this next, after we see if Blueberry can make drugs with those trembling hands.

Maybe she's cold, and that why she keeps shaking like that. We should ask her.

>>5053353
>Start deboning the rest of the damaged corpses for ghoul feed, and tell Blueberry to begin cataloging the equipment we have on hand to make sure we have what is necessary to start up the drug den again.
>give Blackskull a nickname (Poncho)

>>5053363
>>5053384

You thank Blueberry for the suggestion
>"An excellent suggestion, Blueberry. It's no longer a fools errand after you found the instructions."
>"Uh.. Th-thanks boss! I'm j-just gl-glad that I'm, not dead. Thank you for, uh, not killing me, by the way."
You make your way to a dirty room that stores the chemistry set thing that's used to make drugs, Blackskull is already there, and has separated the black liquid, strange berries, and a bunch of crystals.
>"BAG. SORTED. ROOM. NOT."
Shit, it looks like they're even more ingredients. after skimming the notes AGAIN, you know you now need this weird green powder, some blue powder, and some weird brown syrup labeled as "finish epxen NO OAPP"
You also see a giant vat of something that looks like water, but smells distinctly like corpses. Blueberry shuffles away from Poncho and clings onto your arm.
There are a bunch of tools on the table, but the most prominent are a large bucket, a metal pan nailed to the table, some matches, a large mixing spoon and a hammer, along with some gloves.
You THINK you might know what you need to do in order to brew a batch of space, but you aren't sure. You could spend the time studying the notes with the help of Blueberry, but it's probably at least... afternoon by now? If you spent the time studying it'd probably be "night" by the time you finished, which you can tell because the street torches are snuffed out or stolen around that time.

Wat do?
>fuck it, wing it roll1d100
>study notes with blueberry a bit, then attempt roll 1d100+10
>study notes thoroughly with blueberry 1d100+30
>fuck it, do something else
>write in

>>5053480
>study notes thoroughly with blueberry 1d100+30
You do not half ass drug production, not unless you want low quality product.

>>5053484
plz roll

Rolled 29 + 30 (1d100 + 30)

>>5053490
Welp, no one else wants chime in. Guess I'll roll then.

>>5053480
Our dude seems like he'd wing it. Hence the no research before starting weird ass experiments.

Rolled 11 (1d100)

>>5053502
ffs dice disappeared.

>>5053496
final update for today, will not update on weekends.
RESULT: 59

You decide to take your time and study the notes with Blueberry. Frankly, the notes are completely unsuited to actually making drugs and its far too complex for a common thug to had written it, it's far too precise and keeps mentioning other papers and citing sources as well as other boring nerd crap. (not to be confused with exciting nerd crap, which are things like lightsabers.) Apparently Barry and his colleagues thought the same, with vast parts being scribbled out and marked as "useless" or "ethics bullshit". Frankly, even with your surprisingly decent community college education most of it is just Jargon and bullshit, with both you and Blueberry mostly looking at Barry's notes and trying to glean the useful bits between all the doodled dicks, and even then Blueberry understands more than you because what the actual hell-ass internet speak takeover leads to "let it swim like a grey" to mean "grind the shit out of it and toss it in the solution." It's rather tedious, and the fact that Blueberry is basically dryhumping your arm in order to get some sort of protection from Poncho (who keeps patrolling the den) isn't helping your speed.

Towards the end, there's this big deal made about how the "liquid samples obtained from luna amans dryadalem are necessary to prevent usual side effects from occurring within, but lead to...", the rest is torn off, and there's big-ass red letters saying "DONT FUCKING COOK IF WE DONT HAVE IT MORONS"

Some of the papers also appear to be a sort of diary for one of the gang members, so you put it to the side temporarily.

You start to cook. Despite all the jargon and scribbled notes, it's a surprisingly simple process. You grab a bucket of the corpse water, mix in some blue powder, pulp a shitload of berries berries, heat it up, stir, add the black liquid, add more pulped berries, and wait until it becomes a syrup like consistency. You then need to add green powder until it becomes some sort of sticky mass, then roll it into roughly ball shapes. You then empty the original mix, add a shitload of the black liquid mixed with some more berry juice, let it soak, and then you're supposed to rapidly heat and cool the solution until all the liquid has been absorbed by the balls. You do this by smacking the crystals and fucking leaping away from the table, since the red ones causes a huge burst of heat directly above them, and the blue ones do the same but with cold. You're pretty sure you used way more than you need to. Finally, you grab the balls, then you coat it in "finisher" then soak it again in the black liquid and berry mix.

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>>5053561

It's a lot like baking cakes... except you're pretty sure cake fumes don't make nose's bleed from being so dry, nor does it produce like 7 diffrent types of weird chemical waste that Blueberry keeps asking you to keep so she can chug them.

However, in the end... you clearly fucked up somewhere. None of your "space" looks quite right, all being too smooth or oblong. According to Blueberry, who snatched one and fucking swallowed the entire thing whole without a hint of gagging or hesitation
>"It's kinda more worse than usual if I go for like, the cheap space, I'd just buy some, like, coke instead."
Well, that's discouraging.
Blueberry looks exhausted and frankly on the verge of tears after your third almost there batch.
>"H-hey, boss? Can we just do some d-drugs now? I-I'm so tired from standing and thinking this long! My-mystuffs clean I swear! I have weaker stuff too! I-I helped enough for t-today, like, that's enough right? I helped y-you translate all that crap, and and and I helped you cook so many batches too!"
You notice the lights outside going out, must be "nighttime".


Wat do?
>fuck it, drug time
>refuse, do something else while Blueberry goes on a bender(write in)
>Refuse, get Blueberry to help you do something else (Write in)
>Write in

Rolled 27 + 30 (1d100 + 30)

>>5053480
>study notes thoroughly with blueberry 1d100+30

>>5053566
>>refuse, do something else while Blueberry goes on a bender(write in)
By something else lets do spooky Necromancer things and raise another corpse; basic bitch style since our Flesh Golem was a nonstarter. "Corpse Liquid" made me wonder if corpse fluid elemental was a possibility, but there's my brain for you.

>>5053566
>refuse, do something else while Blueberry goes on a bender(write in)
>check our reagents and approximate how many batches we can can potentially make
>Spend the rest of the night talking to poncho, figuring out what he knows and building his intelligence.

>>5053575
It's not actually corpse liquid, I'm just saying corpse liquid since it smells like corpses.

>>5053578
I dunno OP, Corpses make a lot of liquid during decomposition. Chances are we could totally make that a thing.

>>5053581
No, I'm not disagreeing with you on that point, but the liquid, that you are using for the drugs, are not liquid corpses. last post for 2night.

>>5053566
>refuse, do something else while Blueberry goes on a bender(write in)
Fuck it let's do more spooky necromancer stuff

>>5053384
We should try making an 'octopus' out of the meat

>>5053566
>refuse, do something else while Blueberry goes on a bender
>raise the fresh corpses as zombies before they rot too much

No extra experimentation this time, just get more fodder that could pass for a junkie so we can make more corpse runs later.

>>5053734
A flesh octopus abomination? Sounds neat.

>>5053575
>>5053576
Triple whammy, thanks for being patient with me you guys.

You politely decline Blueberry's offer, and let her start crunching down on some of her personal stash of space as you leave the room to check on your supplies.
>"F-fuck yeah, thanks boss!"

First things first, you need to check on how many batches of Space you can make, there was a TON of ingredients in the bag, and after some estimating and pulling out the 5th grade math skillz, you'd probably have enough to do what you did today at least 10 more times, so... roughly 30 more batches, probably more since you did fuck up a few times in the beginning, so enough for a while, and the only thing in risk of running out is the black liquid and the berries. You still have no idea what or where any of the ingredients are though.

Second, you decide to raise some corpses before checking on Poncho, at least until you get tired. Surprisingly, it barely tires you at all compared to when you first started, you manage to raise all your fresh corpses and a bunch of the damaged ones as well before you start to get winded. You're also surprisingly quicker compared to before.

Finally, you decide to go deal with Poncho. He seems surprisingly intelligent and attempts to even make casual talk a few times, but after a while you realize it's nowhere near genius levels, just "nerdy friend" levels. His personality also seems... near non-existent, besides being rather protective and somewhat paranoid, really distrusting Blueberry... right up until you asked him to stop, then he basically spoke nothing bad about her until you gave him the okay again. He's basically a robot.

This isn't to say that he's not useful, far from it. You manage to find out that the primary way to get stronger in the arts of necromancy is to do it a whole bunch, or attempt something on the cutting limit of your abilities... like raising intelligent undead while it still takes you almost half a hour to create a basic zombie.
>"RISK. LARGE. ADVANCEMENT. LARGE. FOOLISH. TO. OVERDO."
He also says something you weren't expecting.
>"INSULT. UNINTENDED. COMPLETION. PONCHO. WHEN?"
You press him for more information, but you're totally unable to come up with anything, Poncho just FEELS like something's missing from him, though he does state he might know if you give him enough time. He also appears to only know things related to necromancy and general concepts about things, he knows what drugs are, but had to guess "space" was the thing you were cooking.

You clock in for the night, and reach the couch room, and find Blueberry already completely knocked the fuck out, with a weird glittery white powder on her upper lip.


1/2

>>5056148

As you go to sleep, you wonder if the rules about getting high off your own supply apply to fantasy crimelords as well.

As you get up, you're greeted by the clattering of shit moving around. You poke your head into the next room and you see Blueberry looking through shitloads of drawers. She jumps as she sees you.
>"O-oh, h-hey! Hi Boss! I was-like, um, l-looking f-for some food, I haven't eaten in like... however long I've been here."
>"S-say, is it, um, alright if I, like, take some of the s-pace and, uh, um, sell it to get some cash for foooood?"
>"I, uh, won't splurge on anything f-fancy, I swear."

>corpses
1 damaged
1 thug body
1 skeleton

>minions
6 zombs junkie tier
4 zombies
1 skeleton
1 ghoul

>Drugs.
2.5 batches of "Bad" Space

>specials
Blueberry, Junkie blue elf with big tits and ass and a serious drug problem.
Poncho, overly intense undead general grievous ripoff, apparently incomplete.

Wat do?
>"Very well, just don't stay too long, or I'll have to send Poncho after you."
>"Hmmm... I'd like to come with you, make sure you don't do anything stupid."
>"No. I'll do it, you stay here."
>write in

>>5056150
>"Oh. Right, I forget you're actually alive sometimes. Yeah sure, take 3 [Zombie Junkie Tier] with you for protection and sell som drugs and get food. Don't stay out too late though, this is a bad neighbourhood, and I'd have to send Poncho out to fetch you if you don't come back."
>send out the other three zombie junkies for more corpses
>ponder what cool necromancer things we could do with the thug body

From the description, he seemed like a typical generic thug enforcer. Probably fairly swole, could do well as a simple sturdy tank zombie if nothing else.

>>5056168
This but if any form of trouble or overdose, make sure to bring corpses back here

>>5056150
>>5056168
I was thinking we try to turn thug body into a revenant. It's too bad the zombinos aren't smart enough to sell drugs for us. Also thinking we need some kind of crystal for Poncho.

Otherwise this works.

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>>5056178
>Also thinking we need some kind of crystal for Poncho
An Obsidian Black gemstone placed in an intricately crafted socket grafted to his skull, very aesthetically pleasing.

>>5056168
>"Oh. Right, I forget you're actually alive sometimes. Yeah sure, take 3 [Zombie Junkie Tier] with you for protection and sell some drugs and get food. Don't stay out too late though, this is a bad neighbourhood, and I'd have to send Poncho out to fetch you if you don't come back."
Blueberry visibly pales at the thought of Poncho being in the immediate vicinity of her.
>"O-okay b-b-boss! I'll get some food, like, nothing uh, e-expensive, and uh, I'll bring th-the money back i-i-if there's any left!!"
She rushes to the door while her stomach gurgles, but has to awkwardly stand at the door and wait for your zombies to shuffle up and catch up to her.
>"Th-thanks boss! I'll, uh, get some uh, stuff to bring back!"

While Blueberry goes off to sell some drugs, you decide to work on your corpse raising skills with the thug. You remember something about a revenant being a powerful variant of undead from DND, but those were made from people who really, really hated the person they died to, and couldn't really be made easily, so even if you could raise one, at best it'd just attack your minions, and at worst you'd be attacked by a smaller version of Poncho.

You settle for simply pumping the spell with a bit more power than usual. You feel the energy sort of settle into the corpse rather the wrapping of a normal undead, though it's not like you're forcing it, more like there was a hole that could have been filled. As you finish, the body shakes for a few seconds... before the entire thing begins to bubble and melt, leaving you with a skeleton. Before you can command it to do anything, it robotically clicks it's way over to the drug room, and picks up the club it wielded in life. Huh, it looks like skeletons are able to use weapons. You even command it to spar with the ghoul for a bit, and while it isn't showing off any anime skills, it certainly isn't showing a complete lack of skill with the weapon.

You spend a bit of time with Poncho and trying to figure out what makes him "incomplete." Poncho isn't really all that helpful, he just mutters out random words before falling silent after a while. Eventually, he simply states
>"INCOMPLETE. OTHER. DEAD. COMPLETE."
>"REQUEST. NOT. ZOMBIE."
and gets up to continue patrolling the tiny three room house. Looks like you have to fuse Poncho with another undead, and you eventually manage to work out you simply need to put poncho and another undead in two matching ritual circles. However, you have absolutely no clue how taxing this could be. It could cripple or even kill you if you attempted something truly outside your scope. He also seems receptive of a gem put in his forehead.

As you finish up, you hear Blueberry open the front door and come back with a small sack of food, as well as a small mortar and pestle and some coins.
>"uh-uh, I, like, bought the grindy thing because l-like, I don't think it's safe to smash berries with a metal c-club, th-that's fine right?"
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>>5056470
As she shuffle through the bags, you see that she's mostly bought stuff like bread and a few slightly discolored fruits, as well as a surprisingly pristine chunk of cheese with a few bites taken out of it.
>"I, uh, a-ate s-s-some of the like, good stuff because I'm not sure i-if you need to eat or not, that's fine right?"

She dumps a pouch of coins on the table. You count them out, and find around 10 coins in the pouch. You expected more. Blueberry sweats as she says that the mortar and pestle cost around 40 since it was "high quality and brand new" (obviously a lie, the bowl's chipped and the pestle's clearly been used) and the food also cost 30 coins to get. Each batch of space got sold for 30, but half-batches don't go for as much and are distrusted for some reason. As she quiets down, two of the junkie zombies shuffle back in.

>corpses
1 damaged
1 skeleton

>minions
6 zombs junkie tier
4 zombies
1 skeleton
1 skeleton (club)
1 ghoul

>Drugs.
None

>specials
Blueberry, Junkie blue elf with big tits and ass and a serious drug problem.
Poncho, overly intense undead general grievous ripoff, apparently incomplete.

Wat do?
>"...Did you spend my money on drugs?"
>"Next time, I'm coming with you so you don't fall for pitiful scams."
>Go raise some dead
>Attempt a fusion with Poncho, write in which undead you want.
>write in

>>5056481
>"...Did you spend my money on drugs? You do realize this is a drug den, right? If you wanted more space we could've just cooked more."
>stare down Blueberry

>>5056481
>Give Blueberry the Look
>intend to figure out how to raise more semi-intelligent minions so THEY can sell the drugs
>smoosh up the other skeleton for Poncho

>>5056481
>>5056558
Support.

>>5056558
Support.
We should also try raising more of these more intelligent skeletons.

>>5056558
+1

>>5056554
>>5056558
>"...Did you spend my money on drugs? You do realize this is a drug den, right? If you wanted more space we could've just cooked more."
Blueberry looks shocked and begins to tear up after only a few seconds of being started down.
>"N-no! I-I thought we might need more l-like, materials, s-so I bought some neutralizer a-and l-I also got some really cheap deadwater!"
>"B-but it was really heavy and-d I ga-gave it to the z-zombie to h-hold and he disappeared and I don't know w-ere he weeEEent!"
>"D-don't kill me please!"
You settle for lightly flicking her forehead.
After some further interrogation, you eventually find out that Blueberry still fell for a scam and purchased a shitty mortar and pestle for around 20 coins, meaning she got some "deadwater" and "neutralizer" for around 20 coins. From her description, silver coins are more or less equivalent to dollars. Christ, how the fuck did she survive this long?

There's also the small issue of the missing zombie. Blueberry swears that she didn't ditch him, and that while slavers sell and deal like crazy in Drakenhor, hardly anyone wants slaves from here other than people who are into chopping people up for sex, so it probably wasn't a trafficker. This is because Drakenhor slaves die of withdrawal symptoms literally impossible to cure because gangs with new designer drugs pop in and die all the time leaving dead customers everywhere, though she feels the need to mention
>"S-space is REALLY, like, g-g-good compared to -e-e-everything else though, like, it feels like, um, you know, the- the- the- I don't know, but like, it's real good and doesn't have a really bad crash."
>"N-now if y-you wanted a r-really shit drug, you sh-ould of like, dropped in when t-those crocodile folks were like, trying to come in, t-turns out psychedelic p-poison extracts rots skins -b-b-but not scales, some -g-guys died on their first dose. Sh-shit high too, just makes you see things, hard crash and sticky."
She lets out a small giggle.
>"I-it was kinda funny though, they were uh, more of a missionary type s-so they left a buncha good chow like as uh payment and repentance..."

That's... not good. Either someone just found out undead are wandering the streets, or there's this random serial killer running around killing people.

Wat do?
>interrogate her on disappearance of undead
>"Blueberry... Did anyone follow you?"
>"Whatever, next time don't lose one of my kids"
>Send out minions to grab corpses
>Write in

>>5056832
>"Did anyone follow you?"
>Send out other minions except club!Skele and one of the zombinos to find the missing zombie
>Poncho in charge
>direct them to bring back more materials if it's convenient or anyone attacks them but the priority is missing the missing zombie

>>5056836
>>5056832
Aye, sounds good. Force recon to see what our shitty zombino managed to get up too. Will also be a good test for Poncho's command and control ability as a future Lieutenant.

We should also see about raising wraiths so we have more reliable scouts than just zombies that look like junkies, or maybe we can raise dead animals like dogs or birds to act as lookouts.

Damn, we got so many things to raise and so little knowledge on how to go about it.

>>5056836

>"Did anyone follow you?"
Blueberry panics.
>"I, uh, I'm n-not sure? I, like, don't pay attention t-to this stuff because i-it's usually j-just guys looking to b-bum some of my patch."
>"I-I don't even like patch most of th-the time, my main thing is s-space and mummy powder."
>"Uh, I think someone d-did tr-try to a-ask the zombies wh-why they were hanging out with me, bu-but they happened to, like, grunt so I thought it was fine?"
Great, looks like someone is already suspicious of Blueberry.

You decide to send your zombies on a mass hunt and material gathering session. You put Poncho in charge of the search. He decides to have one junkie zombie assigned to each 2 undead group, with him splitting off to find them on his own. He sends out the first team and prepares to step outside the house and is about to step outside when..
A crossbow bolt slams the junkie zombie that just stepped outside and they fall to the ground twitching, he's not dead, but he's immobilized.
>"I DROPPED ONE!... WAIT, IS THAT A FUCKING SKELETON IN THERE!?"
>"I FUCKING TOLD YOU THIS CRACKHEAD WASN'T A CRACKHEAD MAN!"
>"SCREW YOU, SHE STILL LEAD US HERE!"
You hear the sound of what can only be described as "the minor villain douchebag voice" ring out.
>"Silence! I will not have you superstitious MORONS ruin my fucking standing with the boss because you're all a bunch of bitches. All necromancers fucking died over 300 years ago."
Before any of you can react properly, you hear the crashing of windows as you hear a bunch of feet thud into the couch room and some more in the drug making room.
A tall well chiseled slightly green humanoid walks into the room, covered in hide armor and holding 2 hatchets in his hands and a shitload of bandages wrapped around his legs and head.
>"So... Solana, you think you can fucking scam, us don't you!"
Blueberry lets out of panic and dives into your arms while begging for you to help her.
>"Aw... does the blue crackwhore not have her psycho bitch lesbian to help? You need to run to a 2 bit gang with another shit new drug?"
>"Think you can get away with stealing from the craziest motherfuckers in Drakenhor?!"
>"Just because you got the support of... some small time... gang...?"
He suddenly realizes that the room he's in is full of undead.
He desperately tries to regain his composure.
>"W-Well, that's too bad, because today, you're fucking getting axed by-"
oh boy, time for some random title drops.

>minions
5 zombs junkie tier
4 zombies
1 skeleton
1 skeleton (club)
1 ghoul


Wat do?
>Main protagonist syndrome rant (Bakugo time)
>Just fucking kill him
>incomprehensible rage rant
>just blast him while he's talking
>wait for him to finish
>just fucking give Blueberry over
>pretend to give Blueberry over
>write in

Rolled 48 (1d100)

>>5056867
>just fucking kill him, who has the time to rant these days
>at least we don't need to go looking for fresh materials

Poncho gets to show us his mettle, no survivors. Give chase if they run.

Rolled 26 (1d100)

>>5056867
>blast him while he's talking/just fucking kill him
This ain't ending without a fight and he smashed our shit.

Rolled 19 (1d20)

>>5056876
Here's a d20 if you prefer that.

>>5056867
>just blast him while he's talking

Rolled 21 (1d100)

>>5056867
>>Just fucking kill him

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>>5056867
>Command Poncho to grab the dude monologuing. Using two arms to grab the head and two arms to immobilize under the armpits.
>Keep everyone else inside.

>>5057105
Support
Getting potential info before killing him would be good

>>5056867
>just blast him while he's talking
Fuck yo monologues

>just blast him

Yeah, fuck this, you raise your hand, and before he can finish saying his name, you launch a surprisingly large blast of eldritch energy towards his face.

Unfortunately, he reacts quickly and chucks his axe at the energy bolt, barely deflecting it. He throws another one that barely misses you before taking out two from his back and charging at you while screaming bloody murder at you.
Before you can do anything, Poncho simply steps in front of you and attempts to backhand him, but he lets out another scream and swings at Ponchos' arms, stopping the strike from toppling him over.
>"BOYS, GET IN HERE AND FUCKING KILL THESE LOSERS!!!"
You hear the sounds of boots approaching outside, and the two doors inside the house are kicked open and you are flanked by 4 goons, one is armed with a spear, two with brass knuckles, and one some sort of weird bola. However, your club skeleton jerks to attention and fucking swings snapping the spear in two while making the goon scream in pain as he shakes his wrists.

The rest of your undead growl and hiss, but are torn between going outside, helping poncho, or swarming the goons that bust through your door.

Blueberry is having a major panic attack and has basically locked you into place, and 13 years of being a NEET does not help your physical strength, so you can't pry her off.

>minions
5 zombs junkie tier
4 zombies
1 skeleton
1 skeleton (club)
1 ghoul

Also, this green guy isn't a anon, he's clearly some sort of paler orc.

Wat do?
>Just focus on blasting everyone, your minions that aren't smart enough to do something deserve to die
>command your minions while you blast things
>focus on directing your minions
>try to shake off Blueberry (Full action)
>Write in

>>5057590
>>command your minions while you blast things
Keep four minions in the room with us, defending us from the melee... let's say club skele, ghoul, and two zombinos while the others help Poncho head off the minions. Focus blasts on big toothy green man because chances are the attack will fall apart once he dies. If we get the chance smack Blueberry upside the head and yell at her to chill the fuck out.

>>5057592
+1

>>5057592
>>5057590
+1, always clean up the trash mobs before going after the miniboss.

>>5057592
>Support

>>5057592
+1

>>5057592

You throw sizzling bolt of poison at the main doorway, catching a thug right in the chest as he charges in with a mace. It melts quite a bit of his leather armor and he falls over as he yelps in pain.

You bark your orders at your minions to start moving, but you aren't able to focus as you lob a small phantasmal skull at the orc, it catches him in the leg, but all he does is give a roar of fury as he quickly grabs another hatchet from his back and chucks it at Poncho's head, his rage apparently empowering him to be able to push back one of Poncho's limbs with his own. It thankfully isn't aimed right, so it smashes into his ribs, breaking a few and lodging in his ribcage. Poncho's flame burns brighter.
>"DAMAGED. UNACCEPTABLE. PERISH."
Poncho draws his hands back before a flurry of blows rain upon the orc, striking him a few times.

Your minions apparently don't obey orders too well. Your ghoul slinks next to you and leaps in the way of a crossbow shot that smashed through one of the windows as it sinks into his chest. However, the rest of your minions, save a sole zombie, simply swarm the gaggle of minions, ripping them to pieces, but not before the pair with brass knuckles manage to cave in a zombie's skull and send a skeleton reeling back with a broken forearm. The one with the bola chucks it at Poncho before dying to the skeleton's forearm being rammed through his eyes. It clocks Poncho square in the back of the skull, and it causes him to lean down juuuust enough for the orc to slap him with the flat of one of his hatchets.
>"You're pretty good, for a fucking waste of space that's going to die soon."
>"BOYS! POP THE PO-!"
He is cut off by the swing of a skeleton wielding a metal club, smacking harshly into into his left arm, and Poncho grabbing it and throwing him out like a doggie toy, with a sick pop emanating from his shoulder. He groans, grabs a potion with a yellowish hue out of his pants, chugging it and his mouth foaming, with him grabbing his final hatchet with his good arm while the other hangs limpy at his side.

You hear the sound of glass shattering, and 2 goons rush in behind the orc, both armed with rusty swords and foaming at the mouth, dashing past Poncho to get to you. From your drug and couch room, you see two bows peeking out the doorways, their arrow tips glistening wet with something. Finally, six more goons armed with split into two groups of three, one to surround poncho, and one to deal with your gaggle of undead.

You attempt to pry off Blueberry, and she simply shakes her head and squeezes you tighter, her eyes looking dead inside. She does have the sense to at least cling to your back so it's easier to cast your spells, which enables you to conjure a magical barrier that covers both you and Blueberry from the angles of the arrows.

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>>5057688
Your ghoul hisses as they prepare to meet the sword users in combat.

You feel Blueberry stop clinging to you, only to curl up into a ball.

Wat do?
>trust ghoul to take care of swordies, focus fire on that orc
>attempt to bolster your minions with dark magic
>unleash all your power indiscriminately to blast out from you
>empower poncho with everything you've got
>just blast the thugs while Poncho takes care of the boss
>write in

>>5057688
oops, the sixgroup of thugs are all using clubs

>>5057692
A battle like this isn't a great time to be experimenting... but I wonder if we can yank at the enemy's lifeforce to bolster our minions? That way we aren't burning through our own resources too terribly. Otherwise let Poncho tank the miniboss and take on whichever swordyboi our Ghoul doesn't lunge for. If possible sic a minion or two on those archers since they're going to be a problem if our shield comes down/attention slips.

>>5057692
>>attempt to bolster your minions with dark magic
if we can get our minions to kill the dudes they're currently fighting faster they can move on to the archers.

>>5057692
>attempt to bolster your minions with dark magic
Try to keep some mana reserves for ourselves, like around 30-40% would let us maintain the shield and cast offensive spells and maybe let us raise corpses after the battle. Pump the remaining 60% in to our minions.

It is also clear now that simple schmuck undead are sort of useless in combat, so we need to at the barest minimum raise minions that are of Ghoul quality or above. Quality over Quantity going forward.

>attempt to bolster your minions with dark magic

>>5057692
>just blast the thugs while Poncho takes care of the boss
Prioritize the archers. The minions don't listen, so no point in issuing commands to any besides Poncho.

>>5057712
You aren't really practiced in this, but it can't be too hard, right after all, you raised poncho, and know what it's like to force magic into things thanks to your corpse explosion experiments. You clench your fists and concentrate, and several globs of black smoke tear themselves from your back, with many worming their way into your minions, expending around half your power in the process, though some wisps simply hang lazily in the air.

The effect is immediate as it touches your lesser minions. Your ghoul latches his claws onto the arms of one of the attacking swordsmen, his claws tearing into his arm and stopping his attack. The other one screams incoherently and wildly thrusts at the ghoul, and the undead twists as much as he can, turning the other criminal into the attack. The thrust pulverizes and pierces through the trapped thugs head and lands a cut widthwise through the ghoul's arms, but the ghoul simply licks his wounds and turns to face the other swordsman.

Your gaggle of minions already had a numbers advantage, and the goons are used to people scared of getting hit, so are unprepared for the swarm of minions crashing over them. However, the drugs, weapons, and years of fighting experience aren't for naught, and while none of your "men" fall, neither do theirs, though they are clearly surrounded and against impossible odds, with many suffering serious wounds and your minions only suffering from superficial damage. Realistically your zombies don't even need hands. However, Poncho haphazardly throws one of the many hatchets imbedded into him at the crowd of goons, and that momentary distraction is all your minions need before they swarm and tear apart the group and begin advancing on the archers, who are forced to pull out their knives.

However, the two bowmen are able to get off their shots, though your barrier isn't the strongest, you feel it take two arrows before it shatters.

Poncho is struggling to deal with the combined forces of the thugs as well as the orc, but with the help of the club skeleton, is clearly slowly gaining a advantage as he punches wildly.

Another crossbow bolt whizzes through the window and passes through the ribcage of one of your skeletons.
Blueberry lets out a strangled cry of panic.

Wat do?
>"Hey shithead! I've won! Call your goons off or die!"
>Continue bolstering
>Blast the shit out of everyone
>try to hastily raise some undead
>write in

>>5057887
I should really word things better, your ability to command minions is lessened while casting magic due to both being linked to your magic and just concentration in general. No, your minions will not eat you if you run out of mana

>>5058092
>help Poncho by blasting the shit out of the orc
If the Mini Boss breaks now it's game over for any of the goons that are left, combat drugs or not. We also need to free up Poncho so he can hunt down the Crossbowman and bring them in for questioning if possible, or dead if not.

>>5058092
>Hit the deck w/ Blueberry and take pot shots at the thugs.
I want the orc in good condition. Alive or otherwise.

>>5058112
Support

>>5058112
+1

>>5058112
You take aim at the orc and channel a huge chunk of your remaining energy.

As you do, your ghoul is stabbed in the stomach by the swordsman, and he gives a wicked grin before your ghoul simply impales himself further on the sword in order to open his huge maw and devour his face. Your ghoul is however, completely spent and flops to the ground, paralyzed for the time being.

To be perfectly honest, you haven't really been trying to cast specific spells, you've just been thinking "I need to shoot this guy!" and the like while channeling your energy as hard as you think you need to. However, as you do this act, you hear a featureless voice whisper through your mind.
[UNHOLY BARRAGE]
A massive barrage of spike of bones and bits of flesh dripping with the essence of dark magic shoots out of your arm, complete with horrible shoulder destroying recoil. The Orc barely has enough time to turn before his flesh is pierced with a dozen organic bullets, most of which seem to pass through his hide armors like it doesn't even exist, screaming in pain as he desperately tries to stop the blood leaking out of his many holes in his left breast as he gurgles on his blood. Several of the goons are caught up in the blast as well, and Poncho literally subjects the surviving ones to a curbstomp battle, leaving only two alive, the one you hit with acid at the start of the battle who is now begging on his knees, and the orc, who is still trying to pull yet another hatchet from his back as he dies.

The remaining archers are quickly crushed by the miniature horde of undead, though they stop when they notice you have stopped fighting, leaving one alive while screaming as he is forced to stare at his dead friends face, and he reaches a crescendo before flailing wildly and falling limp. Death by heart attack, kinda lame.

From outside the house you can hear a scream and the pattering of feet, and Poncho dashes after them.

You feel really horrible, you expended most of your magic in that fight.

Poncho sticks his head back in, carrying a... kobold? Are kobolds in this world furry or scaly? In whatever case, it's a small lizardperson with a comically oversized crossbow in his other opposite two hands.
>"RETRIVED. SNIPER. KILL? QUESTION?"
>"fucking hell, is this how I die? Fucking done in by working in with a asshat. Hey buddy, can I get a last smoke?"

Wat do?
>"Answer now, are you more important than him" *point to the passed out thug* "This determines how useful you are."
>"Poncho, kill."
>"Who are you, and why are you here?"
>Just kill him and collect the corpses
>Write in

>>5058231
lets try and recruit him, we can pay him in... drugs? Maybe money? A prominent position in our newborn drug empire?

>>5058231
Line of questioning:
>I don't care who you are. Why are you here?
>Who leads your gang?
>How long does it take to get to the hideout/base from here?

>>5058267

Interrogation time! Your undead shuffle to gather the corpses as you stride up to the scaled being, trying to hide the fact all you want to do is fall asleep and let your energy recharge. Your ghoul wiggles on the ground a bit, but is still unable to move. God, this is awful, you hope mana potions are a thing, or maybe Blueberry knows about a drug that does something, or maybe you can make some.

You light a fire in your hand in a attempt to look intimidating.
>"I don't care who you are. Why are you here?"
The kobold sighs.
>"Wow, me saying "working with a asshat" doesn't tip you off? I'm a mercenary you dipshit, best shot in the whole damn business. I'm in Drakenhor because "customer confidentiality" is dead and I needed a place to lie low. Boss pays me coin, I do things."
he mutters under his breath
>"(usually they ain't this stupid and impatient though...)"
>"They wanted the elf girl for welching on her debts, stealing, and helping rivals, I didn't give a shit about why, there was a nice pouch of gold coins in it for me, but those asshats keep going on and fucking on about one single junkie is somehow ruining their entire operation."
>"They deserve to die off if a single person can ruin their whole gang."

Alright, nothing too surprising, except him thinking he's a good shooter despite missing basically all his shots except one against a very slow moving zombie, and firing a grand total of two shots.
>"Alright, who leads the gang."
He sideyes you, it's somehow even more insulting when someone with lizard eyes do that.
>"...You fuckin serious? Giacana does, the fuckin' freak."
>"He's, the head of one of the biggest drug rings in this shithole city, I think it's like around the top 4, though it's more of a "precarious balance" rather than a hierarchy thing. Pretty old too, at least 7 years by now."
>"Not very bright, but very violent and very willing to sell out anyone not part of his little insane cult."

You groan in disappointment.
>"How long does it take to get to the hideout/base from here?"
He gapes at you.
>"...You kill a low level enforcer, get fucking swept by a medium level enforcer, and you fucking think you can waltz into his base, do a little fucking voodoo and take over his shitty gang? Not a fucking chance in Gehenna mate, I'm not tellin' you cause I got a policy against killn' retards who can't think right."
>"...If it makes you feel better, they're enough of a pack of idiots, assholes, and... inefficent sadists that I was gonna dip after this week."
>"fucking skimping on my pay as well."

He sighs as he uses his tail to nonchalantly pluck a pre-cut cigar out of his belt and uses your fire to light it.
>"Look, I'm glad that someone's listening to me for the first time in months, but dontcha' think you should be taking care of your lady over there? I don't think that's supposed to happen."
Blueberry lets out a scream.


1/2

>>5058277

She's clawing at her skin as the black mist suddenly rams into her, and it's worms it's way in and out of her, choking her out. You can see it digging into her skin and her veins tearing apart as it wriggles through her. She cries and desperately latches onto your leg.
>"PuhPlease!!! I-it hurts! D-do something! Please! I-I'm sorry! I'm sorry! HELP ME!!!"
She shrieks while you see her eyes begin to bleed and she pulls herself up and wraps you in a hug. The sensation of boobs on you would be pleasant if it wasn't coming from someone that might die soon.

Oh shit, you're not really up to using magic anymore, you have less than half of a tenth of your power left.

>"Yeah... I'm thinking that's a lost cause, just say your final words or something."
Poncho slaps the Kobold.

Wat do?
>Try to rip the black magic out of her
>attempt to... concentrate the black magic in one of her major bodyparts. (Choose Heart, head, arms, back)
>Try to cancel the spell somehow
>Everything magic related is too risky while you're this low on energy, just hug her back and hope she survives
>Write in

>>5058282
Blueberry becoming an official minion? Neat. Focus the magic on her heart. Also, starting to have a feeling we're going to have to take over this city to be left alone to do spooky Necromancer things in peace.

forgot to mention, roll a 1d20

>>5058293
wait oops ignore this post

We can do whatever with Bluberry/Solana but a bunch of people just died and we're a necromancer. Can we try to recharge a bit from that somehow? Maybe lifedrain the soldier after interrogation? We need a way to get more power/mana during a fight.

>>5058302
I mean, I was speculating earlier on that life-force or something should be a source of power for us. I say we experiment on this smarmy ass kobold once we got some juice back.

>>5058282
>attempt to... concentrate the black magic in her head
>Try and calm her down

>>5058282
>Try to rip the black magic out of her
We did say we weren't gonna kill her if she didn't do stupid things, and this situation isn't entirely her fault. It's shit that followed her from before she was our drugged up "slave" elf.

I also feel if we let the Magic turn her undead, we're gonna have a problem with Janna down the line, I'd rather try and avoid making even more fucking enemies at this point.

>>5058287
>starting to have a feeling we're going to have to take over this city to be left alone to do spooky Necromancer things in peace.
It do be looking like that right now.

>>5058282
>Try to rip the black magic out of her

>>5058282
oh no not blueberry! If we can infuse the magic safely then we should if not try to take it out, she's like an adorable little drug addicted puppy

>>5058282
>attempt to... concentrate the black magic in one of her major bodyparts. (Heart)

>>5058282
>attempt to drain the leftover energy from the fresh corpses and/or the kobold(I'll let the other anons decide)
Then, though if she is looking worse for wear then help her first
>attempt to... concentrate the black magic in one of her major bodyparts. (Choose Heart, head, arms, back) heart

>>5058282
>attempt to... concentrate the black magic in one of her major bodyparts. (Choose Heart, head, arms, back)
Liver/kidneys easier to recover from also responsible for filtering toxins from the body so no more junkie without turning the blueberry into a fucking emotionless husk.

>>5058282
>>Try to rip the black magic out of her

>>5058282
>attempt to... concentrate the black magic in one of her major bodyparts. (Choose Heart, head, arms, back)
Head? Maybe make her more loyal and less annoying, maybe some Mind control?

Rolled 13 (1d20)

>>5058293

Currently at 3v3 for concentration into her heart or ripping it out. Will make decision by 2:00 PST.

>>5058282
>attempt to... concentrate the black magic in one of her major bodyparts.
Heart

>>5058282
>Try to rip the black magic out of her

>>5058912
>>5058917
tied again. really.

>>5058965
The fuck is this mess. An actual tie. I'm happy I have people reading my quest, but wat.

Alright, going with heart out of the virtue of the fact that it was the first one suggested.

You breathe in and out and concentrate, it's not like you're expending magic, you're just moving around magic that exists. You take holds of the strand of dark magic and push as hard as you possibly can, grabbing any scrap that passes near your accumulation ball of dark power. You consider ripping it out, but ultimately just elect to concentrate it inside a place in Blueberry's body. You consider everywhere, but eventually decide to concentrate it in her heart, cause the heart is usually pretty important in magical rituals, yeah? You gently transfer it into her beating heart, release the black magic and... it immediately binds to her blood and starts being pumped throughout her bloodstream and body again, though this time it doesn't seem to be ramming itself into any random organs and such. Mission failed successfully.

As you finish, you feel a incredible wave of straight up pain wash through you, and you struggle not to puke up all over Blueberry.

You hear Poncho say something, but your ears are ringing, seems like you've expended magic far beyond your limits. You shake your head and try to pry off Blueberry and head to "bed".

As you do so, Blueberry stops screaming, but continues sobbing not-blood and still refuses to let go, though she isn't threatening to snap your ribs anymore.
>"I-it still hurts a lot! Y-you're not, like, allowed to leave!"
You're too delirious and tired to realize what you're doing, or give a shit about anything, or be capable of doing anything about things you gave a shit about if you had shits to give at the moment so you simply throw yourself onto the couch while Blueberry is still nuzzling into you and latching onto your back like a very mopey leech.

As you wake up, you realize someone (probably Poncho) has pushed the couches to ghter to form a pseudo-bed so neither you nor your slave fell off during the night. Her arms are surprisingly tight around you, and you flush slightly as she starts biting on your ears. You give her a once over and can still feel the dark magic coursing through her, though she doesn't seem in pain or suddenly an undead. After some effort you pry yourself out of "bed" and suddenly see Poncho waving you over urgently. You walk over to him and he rumbles out a sigh.
>"BAD. NEWS. IN. BAD. NEWS. OUT."
>'BAD. NEWS. OUT. AGAIN."
>"FIRST. WHICH?"

Wat do?
>"Uh, whatever order you like?"
>"Uh, In?"
>"Uh, Out?"
>"Uh, the second out?"
No write ins.

>>5059013
>Poncho, calm down. In and then out, take your time.

>>5059013
I'm new to quests here and this is the first one that actually got me hooked I guess.
also

>In then Out

>>5059013
>"Uh, Out?"
Probably means there are people outside like law enforcers or gang enforcers. Best to know about it first, and since the house isn't on fire or there's a bunch of people inside as Pancho would be attacking them... Ask what is out.

And where are all the other minions? I hope they didn't go outside....

>>5059017
>>5059025
>"In, then the outs."
Poncho levels his finger at Blueberry, who's still sleeping peacefully.
>"MAGIC. INFUSED. BLOOD. FOREVER."
>"UNPREDICTABLE."
>"RECOMMEND. TRAINING."

>"FIRST. OUT."
>"LIZARD. INFORM."
>"GANG. WRATH. LOCATION. INSECURE."
>"APPROACH. LESS. IN. WEEK."
>"SECOND. OUT."
>"JANNA. LIKELY. KNOWS. MAGIC. BLOOD."
He passes you a note, and you see that some of his bones are in slightly better condition than last night.
"Meet me down by the clock at midnight. We're talking about what you did to Solana. Eat shit and die."
>"UNKNOWN. ARRIVAL. OBSERVATION. NULL. FOUND. DOORSTEP."
Poncho lightly grips you on your shoulders.
>"RECOMMEND. COMPLIANCE. BUT. PREPARE."
>"..."
>"PLEASE."
Your minions are standing by near the doorways of the building, with many bent over in ambush poses. To your surprise, your ghoul is one of them and still not stuck on the ground.

Wat do?
>Go wake up blueberry
>check on corpse supply, go wake up corpses
>practice magic
>"Say, where is the "Lizard" anyway?"
>Write in

>>5059103
>"Say, where is the "Lizard" anyway?"
While checking on the corpse supply, we can walk and look at the same time.

>>5059103
>"Say, where is the "Lizard" anyway?"
Is quantity (more corpses) or quality (fusions and ground bone dust) the best course of action to prepare? Or do we screw all that, peddle more drugs, and get weapons for the minions?

>>5059103
>"Say, where is the "Lizard" anyway?"
We got a job for him, and his payment is freedom and future job contracts if he performs well.

>>5059112
Quality, Definately go for quality.

We don't need the best, but we need them to be as smart and competent as a average thug, with all the boons of being undead.

>>5059103
>check on corpse supply, go wake up corpses
The nice thing about them sending more guys at us is more reinforcements assuming we have the time to actually raise them. It may not be a bad idea to move though in order to buy more time.

>>5059112
Poncho 2.0 is going to be too draining for us right now (especially since he's still "incomplete"). We can probably improve the quality of the basic minions by tweaking how we approach the magic/increasing focus/power. I say we do our first batch of "oh shit, shit's about to get real" minions as ghoulbros; maybe with a bit of experimentation on each one to see if we can influence quality by getting better at this magic shit.

>>5059103
>turns out the very obvious outcome of the underground punchmeat champion not liking us putting undead magic inside her friend/fucktoy happened
Well done Anons, if only someone predicted this would happen and suggest we not do this. Now we not only have the other drug gangs to worry about, but someone who's actually dangerous enough that they can completely pass unnoticed by our minions and leave messages on our doorstep. She could probably snap our neck in our sleep and Poncho wouldn't notice by the looks of things.

>check on corpse supply, go wake up corpses
Prioritize Quality minions via combination raising like we did with Poncho's body, but without the same level of sentience. Aim for Ghoul level of quality as a minimum.

>>5059203
>>check on corpse supply, go wake up corpses
>Prioritize Quality minions via combination raising like we did with Poncho's body, but without the same level of sentience. Aim for Ghoul level of quality as a minimum.
Supporting this

We avoid meeting her at her direct location, she probably has a trap set up, in fact we should scout out the meeting area ahead of time. Maybe tell her if she harms or kills us, her friend dies too because we are linked now.

I'd also like to point out we've like saved her life at least 2 or 3 times now at least, probably more if you count stuff like being a human shield among other things, and killed like 20 people in the process of doing so. She's also eating our stash and stealing other peoples stash non-stop.

>>5059413
>>5059410
We can probably let Blueberry talk us out of trouble as a Plan A for dealing with Janna; if the magic hyjinks didn't fuck her up anymore than she already was. Lay in wait to ambush her ambush is a solid Plan B though.

>>5059107
>>5059112
Thanks for waiting for the weekend, also, jeez, another tie. Ties will be decided based on age of votes unless it's something thats really contentious.


>"Say, where is the "Lizard" anyway?"
Poncho points to the little guy being bearhugged by one of your zombies.
>"IMPROVISE. RESULTS. ADEQUATE."
The lizard makes a rude gesture at Poncho while he's not looking and turns to you.
>"Oi mate, could you just hurry up and decide if you want me dead, out of your sight, or working for you already? Any of those would be preferable for your shitty shamblers perving on me the whole night."
>"Remember... Best shot around!"
>"Also, I'm not a junkie that's going to cut into your drug profits."

Wat do?
>"How much would you cost to employ?"
>"Explain to me how the best shot around managed to only fire off two shots and miss one of them"
>kill him
>go deal with your undead and raise some minions.
>write in

>>5061613
>kill him
>"Nothing personal, it's just bad for the image if you don't mete out punishment to those who attack you in this business. Not to mention you'll serve me faithful and for free as a corpse, something I hardly assume you'd do in life."

>>5061613
>How much would you cost to employ?"

>"Explain to me how the best shot around managed to only fire off two shots and miss one of them"

We can always kill him if we dont like his answers.

forget about what I said about ties, bad decision, everything will be relegated to extended votes and rolling.

I swear on my life it has nothing to do with the killing off of the kobold guy, I actually made this gut up on the spot.

>>5061629
>>5061642
Evens lives, Odds Dies, rolling 1d1000 for the hell of it.
376

>"How much would you cost to employ?"
The small kobold snorts in frustration.
>"I'm not a greedy idiot bastard, I'll work loyally for free, cause it'd be pretty stupid to charge someone who could kill me right now, the mummy-bastards have already probbably smeared my name to shit, and I can't leave this shit-city for a few, yea? Lizardman's honor."
>"...that'd probably come across a fucking lot more meaningful-like if I was still in de swamp and thought breaking a promise meant anotha 7 years scrubbing scales."
>"That said... I'll be expectin' to be able to scraper off in... around three-ish months, or until you deal with the Bandinos, whatever comes furst, cuz that's what yew want me for, innit? You want me after that, you'll need to offer some sort of incentive."
Doesn't sound too bad, but there's always a chance he's lying his tail off and will scamble as soon as he's free. Plus you aren't sure if he's good at his job yet.


>"Explain to me how the best shot around managed to only fire off two shots and miss one of them"
A look of utter fury passes through his features.
>"WELL MAYBE IF SOMEONE GAVE ME THE FOCKING TIME TO SET UP VLAD AND DIDN'T RUSH IN LIKE A FUCKING GREEN PIG IN HEAT ID HAVE SHOT YOU IN THE HEAD CAUSE I CUD FUCKIN STABLIZE MY SHIT FIRST!"
>"YEW DON'T HIPFIRE A FOCKIN' FAEWOOD CROSSBOW WITH EBONBOLT SHOTS TWICE YER SIZE DO YOU?!"
he takes a breath and calms down.
>"Of curse, I'm not plannin' to shoot you in the head no more now, but please, let me set up me shit before chargin' in."
>"Gimmie time to set up, and I swear I can stake a green piggy to the wall faster than you can say "fuckin' greenies""
Alright, that makes sense, you were honestly thinking he was bluffing, but you do notice that his arrows have black metal on them instead of the usual silver. However, you aren't able to tell if this guy's venting about his last boss, or if he actually hates Orcs as a race. ...You're leaning towards the second possibility.

Wat do?
>"Alright, you're in. Call me Boss."
>"Nothing personal, it's just bad for the image if you don't mete out punishment to those who attack you in this business. Not to mention you'll serve me faithful and for free as a corpse for well over "three-ish months."" (Kill him)
>Make a decision later.
>Write in

>>5061731
"Alright, you're in. Call me Boss."

I mean what's the worst that could happen?

>>5061613
>"Explain to me how the best shot around managed to only fire off two shots and miss one of them"
>write in
Alright I'll cut a deal with ya, you do a job for me and no funny business or I'll curse ya to a slow painful humiliating death. I'll spare your live if you do this simple easy job for me, and you do a good job, then that opens up employment opportunities, opportunities that pay cold hard cash and sometimes it'll be paid upfront. Sound like a good deal?

>>5061731
>"Alright, you're in. Call me Boss."

>Write in
Do a spell or magic towards him, doesn't have to do anything but its to convince him that if he tries anything funny or try to shoot us during the job, then our magic will make him die a slow painful death and our undead minions will be able to track him down anywhere on the planet and rip him to shreds.

Gotta have some insurance.

>>5061731
>"Alright, you're in. Call me Boss."

>>5061828
Dis. Bluff, baby, bluff; y'know, unless we can actually do some kind of soul-imprint voodoo shit to make him keep his word. Or we can try it and find out???

>>5061795
>>5061828
>>5061835

>"Alright, you're in. Call me Boss."
You decide to spark your hands a bit and create the image of a skeletal hand tapping his forehead.
>"However, I do need insurance, this spell ensures that if you... betray me, my minions will hunt you down and tear you apart no matter how far you run."
The small scaled scalie cracks a small grin despite your threats.
>"Glad to be on board, Boss. Names Voxl, by the way. "
The Zombie releases his grip, and the Kobold waddles over to his crossbow and starts fiddling with the drawstrings and settings while muttering under his breath about his last boss.
>"(fuckin morons druggin' up doesn't carkin work with crossbows ruined forcin me to fuck up my shots)"
You hear Blueberry yawn in the next room and her shuffling towards your small stash of food.

You take stock of your minions and supplies, and begin planning out your day. It unfortunately looks like your minions have damaged some of the bodies beyond useability during the fight, or trampled them while moving them, so you don't have all of them in a state of usability. It also looks like your ghoul has been feeding on some of the fresher corpses, leading them to be rather damaged.

>minions
4 zombs junkie tier
4 zombies
1 skeleton (damaged)
1 skeleton (club)
1 ghoul (lightly damaged)

>specials
>specials
Blueberry, Junkie blue elf with big tits and ass and a serious drug problem, now with dark magic literally coursing through her veins
Poncho, overly intense undead general grievous ripoff, apparently incomplete.
Voxl, reptile-person mercenary sniper

>corpses
3 damaged
1 skeleton
orc boss
8 thug corpses

>coins
10 silver coins

>food (You don't need to eat, but Blueberry and Voxl do)
low qual fruit
good cheese
Supplies will last: 1 Days.


Wat do?
>raise some dead
>attempt to complete Poncho with another undead (Write how and which undead, Poncho has requested it not be a zombie)
>practice some magic
>send a minion to scout out the meeting area with Janna
>Make some Space
>write in

>>5062193
Well, let's spend our day turning those thug bodies into ghouls; if we get them all done before show-time see if we can raise wraiths from the damaged bodies. Before we really get started on that send a team of minions to scout/set up an ambush at the meet-up, send Voxl to get food, and give Blueberry a headsup that her lesbian sugardaddy is on her period and we'd appreciate her putting a good word in for us.

>>5062193
>write in: send Voxl to get some more grub for him and Blueberry after he's done tinkering with his crossbow, give him the whole 10 silver and tell him to prioritze things that last long: salted jerky, bread, cheese etc.
Managing living minions, bleugh.
Prioritizing foodstuffs that last since we don't know how long we have to go without money. Yes we can make and sell Space, but every time someone leaves our hidy-hole they come back with unwanted company. Hopefully Voxl is better at dodging pursuers than Blueberry.

>raise some dead
Try and see if we can turn the Orc into another ghoul, raise the two chump minions that had bows as Skeleton Archers. Attempt to reinforce the Club Skeleton like we did with Poncho, minus the sentience of course. See if can give it a very sturdy body that can withstand blunt strikes well.

Sorry Poncho, trying to make you whole is too risky with upcoming meeting. Don't want to drain us too hard in case it goes south.

Also, we live in the slums yeah? There's bound to be dead rats and cats around. We should raise a few to use as scouts and forward warning systems, that way we can keep tabs on our own block much more smoothly and without raising the same suspicion as say, posting skeletons as guards outside or sending shuffling zombies as scouts.

>>5062209
>Also, we live in the slums yeah? There's bound to be dead rats and cats around. We should raise a few to use as scouts
Ooo. I like dis.

Aight, one thing at a time.

You send 2 of your junkie zombies to scout out the place, it's not that far, but the clock is at the perfect distance where you feel lazy for not checking on it, but requires just enough effort that it really isn't worth the trouble.

While you do so and command them to seek out points where ambushers could hide, both for your protection and personal use, Blueberry walks into the room while holding a weirdly misshapen apple looking fruit and hesitatingly waves at your newly employed mercenary, who gives her a quick glance before turning back to his work. Blueberry nervously glances around before trying to roll the fruit across the ground to the little guy. You toss the kobold your coins and tell him to go buy some long-lasting food once he's done.

She smiles as she sees you and gives you a hug. You spend a bit of time making small talk with her, mostly about how the Bandino's work: Violence, Violence, and more Violence. You decide to being up Janna in the least tactful way possible.
>"Oh right, Blueberry, your lesbian sugardaddy is on her period and we'd appreciate you putting a good word in for us."
Blueberry furiously blushes and begins sputtering like crazy.
>"Wh-what!? J-jana's h-here- I mean, she- we don't- I-I-I- I'm n-not her- W-we haven't even kis- not that I want to, but it's not li- -b-but I l-dolike y- AAAAAAH!"
Blueberry eventually calms down and you manage to explain to her what's up with Janna.
>"O-oh! Th-that's n-not th-that bad! I-I mean, Y-you've n-n-not really d-done anything worse than, like, the Bandino's, I- uh, actually think you've been nicer than them! And I-I like, don't blame you for the m-magic thing..."
Blueberry agrees to tag along to the meeting.

You also get Poncho to hunt for some dead animals.

Alright, corpse raising time!

You first begin work on the Orc, which you find is turned into a ghoul rather easily, with him shuffling into line with your other ghoul.
You aren't able to tell the difference between the archers and the normal grunts that easily, but are eventually able to do so with some effort. Unfortunately, it looks like only one of them took well to your raising, and the other one simple becomes a zombie, it's rotting fingers too numb and clumsy to use a bow.
Voxl and the zombies return. They can't speak, but you can glean from their minds that there are several barrels your undead can hide in, and once decent vantage point for Voxl. However, it is incredibly obvious sniper spot, anyone can see it and think "golly gee, that's sure somewhere people shoot other people from!". Poncho also returns, with a frankly absurd amount of rats and one cat. Voxl was able to haggle some cheap jerky, but it tastes foul, but poses no health risks.

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>>5062277


>minions
4 zombs junkie tier
5 zombies
1 skeleton (damaged)
1 skeleton (club)
1 skeleton (club)
1 ghoul (lightly damaged)
1 ghoul

>specials
Blueberry, Junkie blue elf with big tits and ass and a serious drug problem, now with dark magic literally coursing through her veins
Poncho, overly intense undead general grievous ripoff, apparently incomplete.
Voxl, reptile-person mercenary sniper

>corpses
3 damaged
1 skeleton
6 thug corpses

>coins
none
>food (You don't need to eat, but Blueberry and Voxl do)
low qual fruit
good cheese
weird jerky
Supplies will last: 3 Days.

It is noon, both Voxl and Blueberry take some time to eat lunch. Blueberry tries to start a conversation, but Voxl stonewalls her with quips and off-color jokes.

Wat do?
>raise some dead
>attempt to complete Poncho with another undead (Write which undead, Poncho has requested it not be a zombie)
>practice some magic
>send out minions to set up a ambush
>send voxl to the snipers point
>Make some Space
>Ask Blueberry about how to not piss off Janna
>write in

>>5062193
>attempt to complete Poncho with another undead (Write how and which undead, Poncho has requested it not be a zombie

>raise some dead

>write in

Ask Poncho which bodies he prefers and we'll use those as a base.

Lets see if we can make Poncho more agile and compact. A 8 ft tall skelly even disused will draw attention. Make him no more than 7 feet if we can.

Tell the ghoul to not eat the bodies in good condition and only pick the most ruined ones that will be of little use to us unless we say otherwise or point them out.


I wonder if we combine the weaker minions to make stronger ones.