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All across the surface-world, on this very day, mammalian children wake up in their warm, soft, decadent beds. They wake up screaming, scrying, wailing for their milk-laden birth-giver or hairy, sweaty male progenitor. They dreamt last night—dreamt ancestral drams, dreams of an age before they rose up to steal the beauty and wealth of the world from your ancestors—from you! But when they dream… When they suffer their most terrifying nightmares… It is because they dream of you. They dream of their smallness, their weakness, their helpless insignificance… They dream of teeth, and talon, of wings like thunderclouds and breath like lightning. They dream of fire, and hurricanes, and death made flesh!

They dream of DRAGONS.

You are the Dragonborn—well, A Dragonborn, the smaller and lesser of the two extant examples of that secret project. In a small, subterranean bae, the Reptilian Master Race created you—as you brother before you, as the eggs which now incubate and ready to hatch thereafter—to reignite the dying embers of an ancient dream: the Age of Scales, the Age of Dragons!... Or so you were raised to believe.

In recent months, you have learned the terrible truth: you are a degenerate dead-end, product of a half-human mother and her politicking and mystical meddling. You have scarcely a drop of dragonblood to speak of. However, you have not given into existential despair… And why should you? Despite your inborn deficiencies, you have made great strides which none can deny! You have…

>Befriended (if you can truly call you vitriolic back-and-forth banter ‘friendship’) your oldest adversary, the novice fleshweaver of a daughter of your home base’s chief Chaplain
>Adventured with the oldest, truly-draconic Dragonborn, who you hold as a dear brother
>Uncovered dark secrets of the Dark Gods, including a well-hidden disunity in their ranks and a plot by one of them to outright replace you with bug-people
>Acquired and earned the allegiance of a band of outcasts, half-breeds, and degenerates
>Befriended (if you can call her constant attempts to get you to impregnate her for possibly-nefarious purposes ‘friendship’) the heir-apparent of those bug-people
>Adventured your way through the darkest parts of the underground
>Partied with dark eves and destroyed a legendary monster which had plagued them for generations
>Defeated a renegade kobold demon-cult, slaying its leader and capturing his demon
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In the process of all this adventuring, you have acquired a number of treasures, including…

>A fine elven sword and bow (though you’re running quite low on the alchemical ingredients to maintain their leafweave components)
>A sometimes-luminescent ancient drow-scimitar hewn of a mysterious white material
>Gaudy ceremonial armour, perfect for intimidating adversaries
>A somewhat rudimentary )but effective) assassin’s dagger
>A potion of diminution, to shrink you down when size is no longer an asset
>A pair of magic rings—one to protect you with a magical shield, one to command the elements
>A magical necklace and cloak, exact enchantments yet unknown
>A scroll case
>A jewelry box…
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>>5307141
In that jewelry box lurks the demon which damned the kobolds to their unfortunate encounter… With you. It dwells within an accursed ring, hewn of many interlaced strips of black metal, with a green gem like an ever-watching, ever envious eye. You worship Dark Gods, it is true, but this lesser darkness has undermined your lords temporal and spiritual, and you have resolved to destroy it. It is to this end, at least in part, that you now journey into dark and forgotten places in the bowels of the Bloodrise Mountains, seeking the long-lost treasures of reptilekind. In that ancient place, uncovered by kobolds who dug too deep, there lies the secret to destroying the demon…

(And, even more importantly, it is in this stones-swallowed sepulchre that you have good reason to believe there is a clutch of long-lost, pure-blooded dragon eggs, though their current status is unknown)

With you travel two long-serving members of your retinue: The Translator and The Cartographer, Silkscale-clan intelligentsia tasked to help you map and navigate these caverns and decipher whatever writings you may find within. Mindful of the dangers which dwell in dark place, you have also brought a small smattering of six kobolds—recent recruits, cowed by a fellow dragonblooded warrior, eager to earn favour in your eyes and familiar with these mountains and their secrets. A seventh of their race joins you, also: Hapo, the furtive kobold excavator whose arm you slew and whose treasure and status you stole, but whom you have offered clemency from your blade and your fiery breath if he leads to where he and his late friend (whom you slew) found the demon ring and the dragon eggs.

Before you plunge once more into the inner earth (and into adventure!), there is one more thing to attend to, however…
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>>5307144
LEVELING UP!

In your first adventure, you demonstrated a number of propensities, for good an ill: a powerful will and dominant pride which caused you to second-guess even your hereditary betters and (at times) the Dark Gods themselves; a dogged determination to ascend beyond your heritage and to become a True Dragon; an affinity for fellow outcasts, for the lowborn, and even for such lesser creatures such as sapient arthropods and ape-folk like elves). In what class will you take your next level?

>Dragon Shaman Level 2
[Improves Firebreath and Reptilian Empathy, grants resistance to all energy attacks, opens up possibility to refine Dragonshape spell]

>Paladin of Pride
[Improves Intimidation and Seduction, grants you Royal Splendour spell to further amplify your presence and grant you resistance to all mind-affecting abilities]

>Outcast Champion
[Improves Fisticuffs and Leadership, Reptilian Empathy becomes Outcast Empathy and affects all lowly and disenfranchised creatures forsaken by the gods, and gain the spell Avenger’s Aura to empower your allies to grant them combat bonuses when working together against mightier or highly-placed foes]

Previous chapter, and the precursor questwhich is not required reading to understand this quest, are at https://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive.html?tags=reptoidqm
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>>5307145
>Paladin of Pride
paladin of pog
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>>5307145
>Dragon Shaman Level 2
MORE DRAGON

Question about Outcast Empathy though, does it still affect all reptilians, or only outcast reptilians?
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>>5307145
>Dragon Shaman Level 2

Outcast champion would honestly be really helpful in getting the other subterranean races on our side. There's the Drow and those weird spiky guys we cold try to meet with. I would go for it if it didn't get rid of Reptilian empathy. Or do we still have our Reptilian Empathy and it just adds the Outcast part to it?
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>>5307178
>>5307181
[You would trade Reptilian Empathy for Outcast Empathy, but you would still have your natural sway of reptilians... Just not as dominant, especially over the highly-born, outside of Dragonshape. They would instinctive recognize you as an outcast, essentially, rather than a superior reptile.]
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>>5307145
>Dragon Shaman Level 2

I like outcast for later but become dragon first!
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>>5307145
>Dragon Shaman Level 2
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>>5307145
>Paladin of Pride
[Improves Intimidation and Seduction, grants you Royal Splendour spell to further amplify your presence and grant you resistance to all mind-affecting abilities]
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>>5307145
>Dragon Shaman Level 2
Nice images, RQM.
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>>5307407
[Thanks!]

My stocks tanked $6000 down, my divorce settlement was $8300, so I decided "fuck it, splurge on some art for my main hobby"
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>>5307145
>Dragon Shaman Level 2
More Dragon!
[my question last thread was related to the Kinslayer subquest of Ismena; it was our mother's cousin and not our cousin mother's; sorry for being a retard]
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Rolled 25 (1d100)

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>>5307451


You take a moment, before you set out on the next leg of this month-long journey, to meditate. You meditate not on your ignoble origins, on your diluted bloodline, but on the flame which rages inside—in your heart, your fire-lung, your very spirit. Legs crossed, inner-eyelids closed and forming a translucent film between you and the material realm, you explore the nature of strength, legacy, and true power… On what it means to be a capital-D ‘Dragon’, at its fundament.

>Gained: +1 Firebreath
>Gained: +1 Reptilian Empathy
>Gained: Resistance to ALL Energy Types

Since your breakthrough a few weeks ago, you’ve been feeling more and more in-tune with that. Having a small army of subjugated and subservient kobolds at you back-and-call certainly doesn’t hurt, either, nor a hoard to put even your masters back home to shame. The real breakthrough was destroying the so-called ‘Dragonwrought’ leader of these kobold rebels, though. It occurs to you (and you feel the truth of this revelation in your heart-of-hearts) that part of the TRUE meaning of dragonhood is to understand and control all things Reptilian.

“Superior One?”

You allow your nictating membranes to slide open, and see the Cartographer before you, and the Translator and your kobolds behind him. They look to you expectantly.

“Yes, let us go,” you acknowledge, standing and adjusting your armour. You pull your new cloak around it, though you remain unclear on its purpose; the magical nature of it, and the prestige of it as a symbol of your victory, helps to keep the kobolds ensorcelled by fear and respect.

Hapo at the lead, and the Cartographer at his flank, furiously taking notes and charting your course, you enter into the craggy passages of the kobolds’ territory. Most of it is rough-hewn, functional, and so tight that a massive male like yourself must bow his head. It is irritating and, perhaps worse, suboptimal for combat.

“What threats can we expect down hear?” you demand.

Hapo shrugs, and says: “Not many. Kobolds scare off. DRAGOWROUGHT scare off, with our power.”

“Then I will have the same effect and then some, as the conqueror of such a pretender,” you say, reminding the defeated kobold of his place. He had been half of that ‘Dragonwrought’ entity, roughly, and you will not let your guide take advantage of your clemency tor rebuild his clout and authority with his race.

“Yes,” he says, “of course.”

He is seething silently behind the words. You can feel it, with your attunement to all things reptiloid. He fears you, though, too much to defy you. Good.
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>>5307452
The sense of wholeness which accompanies reptilian command is broken—or, at least, you are distracted from enjoying it—when the sound of slow movement against rough stone breaks your reverie. You send a pair of kobold hunters—Ivno and Ohle—ahead to investigate. They come back with worried expressions and auras.

“Fire-lizards,” one says.

“Must have come up from deep place, when the kobolds left,” says the other.

You’re… Not yet sure which is which. Both are male, scrawny, and their red-brown scales are close enough in hue (and their builds and voice also similar enough) to mark them as siblings of the same egg-clutch. You’re told that they are not, however.

“Fire-lizards?” you ask, and look to the knowledgeable members of the Master Race accompanying you: the Translator and Cartographer.

“I believe this term refers to what we know better as THERMAL lizards,” the Translator surmises. “They are but animals, albeit noble ones, who live solitarily or in small clusters, absorbing heat from the deep earth or the sun—whatever is closest—and then channeling it to empower themselves.”

“I could lead us past them,” the Cartographer suggests. “Cross-referencing the maps we’ve made thus far, and Hapo’s recollections, I THINK I have found some correlations with centuries-old expeditionary maps of our own people’s journeys into these mountains. There is an old hall which cold be dug out, by force of kobold-power or your new <Earth Tremor> spell, and thus avoid the encounter altogether.”

“Avoiding a battle is the wise course of action,” the Translator agrees.

Is that what a DRAGON would do, though? Given your recent meditations, you can’t help but wonder about that… And especially with all these kobolds’ eyes on you, including that hollow, bitter gaze of Hapo.

What do you do?
>Take the intellectuals’ advice and avoid combat by tunneling around
>Lead a charge into the fire-lizards’ lair—you are now TWICE as resistant to fire as you already were, and shielding your forces as they return a ranged volley will be nothing to you
>Send your kobolds to battle the monsters, while you and the more valuable party members provide support and advance past them
>Use Reptilian Empathy in an effort to commune with these simple creatures peaceably
>Write-in
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>>5307465
>Use Reptilian Empathy in an effort to commune with these simple creatures peaceably
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>>5307465
>Use Reptilian Empathy in an effort to commune with these simple creatures peaceably
They're just animals, as far as we know.
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>>5307465
>Use Reptilian Empathy in an effort to commune with these simple creatures peaceably
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>>5307465
>Use Reptilian Empathy in an effort to commune with these simple creatures peaceably
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>>5307465
>Use Reptilian Empathy in an effort to commune with these simple creatures peaceably
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>>5307465
>Use Reptilian Empathy in an effort to commune with these simple creatures peaceably
Should we not help them realize their potential for us? As mounts or war animals in OUR horde
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>>5307465
>Use Reptilian Empathy in an effort to commune with these simple creatures peaceably
but if that fails
>Lead a charge into the fire-lizards’ lair—you are now TWICE as resistant to fire as you already were, and shielding your forces as they return a ranged volley will be nothing to you
if it comes to combat, keep fapo close to us to ensure that he's mogged by our sheer power
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Rolled 3, 11, 14, 20 = 48 (4d20)

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>>5307534
>Use Reptilian Empathy in an effort to commune with these simple creatures peaceably
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>>5307452
>He is seething silently behind the words.
Bitch YOU got yourself into this mess!

>>5307655
>that 20
Fire is POWER
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“We have nothing to fear,” you announce with some pomp, “from fire, or from lizards.”

Your advisors exchange a glance of uncertainty, but they have seen the destruction you wrought upon greater foes—the fabled ‘Devourer’, for instance, a great rust monster which terrorized nearby regions of the underdark since time immemorial. They trust in you, and follow. And as for the kobolds… Well, they have little choice but to do likewise.

You step into the hallway ahead, and see the narrow, chiseled caverns open wide into a more open room. It is more naturalistic, almost volcanic, and you realize you have entered into the long-empty magma chambers of the volcano which formed this mountain-ranged, and which once filled it. Low it is dormant—dead—like the dragon whose own heat also filled this place… But the mountain is not empty.

Fire-lizards are bigger than you expected. Each is easily the size of you, albeit built in such a way that you would place their weight closer to that of one of the smaller Silkscale-clan males with you. They are red of scale, wide of face, with pitch black eyes which give away little-to-no emotion. Luckily, you are a skilled in the ways of Reptilian Empathy; you do not need to rely on such windows into the soul of such beings.


The fire-lizards, of which you count four, stare at you as you approach. When they see more intruders file in behind you, they grow irate. You take a breath, find your centre, and summon the Fearsome Presence within, projecting an aura of draconic certainty. As they rear slightly, beginning to approach and to illuminate themselves with a burning aura, you step forward to meet them, raise a hand as if to command them to halt…

>20

…And they do. All six of these predators slowly settle back down to an uneasy simmer. The Cartographer and Translator breathe a sigh of relief. The kobolds watch in utter awe, regarding you worshipfully. Even Hapo is not immune to being impressed by such a display of mastery.
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>>5307688
“What are we going to do with them?” the Translator asks, regarding the beasts with a mix of trepidation and fascination.

The Cartographer, in consultation with Hapo, makes a suggestion: “If you command of them is complete, Dragonborn, the kobold says that we could benefit from their guidance. The egg-chamber is deep in the mountain, closer to the deepest magma-chamber, and these thermal lizards… They seek out heat. They could know a shortcut”

“Should we expect more of these things?” The Translator asks in alarm.

“Not when was there, with Hako,” Hapo says. “But… None were here, either. The mountain knows that king gone.”

“Well, then the vermin infesting this place can celebrate the return of the king,” you say, feeling a little bold.

What path do you chart?
>Follow the fire-lizards deep into the mountain, on a straight shot
>Attempt to chart a more traditional course—it may bring you through more places of interest, but it will take longer and possibly require excavation
>Split up, sending one group along each route
[If you choose the last, be aware that you have six kobold scouts, plus one-armed Hapo, the Translator, the Cartographer, and yourself, and now four fire-lizards (though they will leave if you are not the one guiding them]
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>>5307690
>Follow the fire-lizards deep into the mountain, on a straight shot
Cartographer better be getting all these dank uncharted routes in his notes
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>>5307690
>Split up, sending one group along each route
Group 1 : Dragonborn, Fire lizards, Hapo, 2 kobolds. Straight shot
Group 2 : Translator, Cartographer, 4 scouts. Look for places of interest.
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>>5307690
>Follow the fire-lizards deep into the mountain, on a straight shot
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>>5307145
>missed the first vote
Damn, that resistance to mind affecting abilities would be invaluable if we keep dealing with demons and fighting not! Pokemon plants.

Outcast is interesting, but I wouldn’t trade it for Reptilian Empathy. Meditating/conversing with Big Bro is important after all.

>>5307695
Support

https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=mJZZNHekEQw
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>>5307690
>Attempt to chart a more traditional course—it may bring you through more places of interest, but it will take longer and possibly require excavation
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>>5307690
>Follow the fire-lizards deep into the mountain, on a straight shot
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>>5307690
>Follow the fire-lizards deep into the mountain, on a straight shot
>Make Kobolds ride them
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>>5307688
>Split up, sending one group along each route
It's better for us and lizards to take the hot path while the others find something more suitable. I guess kobolds can cone with.

mfwi just realized i enjoy rqm's writing more when I'm not burdened by voting and can just read good stuff
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Rolled 29 (1d100)

>>5307688
*all four the predators

[Dagnabbit. Anyway...

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[Posting up! One more possibility of a random encounter on this route, since straight-shot narrowly wins out.]
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>>5308124
“We will stay together until we know the path is safe, and the eggs are secure,” you decide. “on the route back, we will split up… If it is feasible.”

“A wise decision,” the Translator says, breathing an obvious sigh of relief.

“Off of the old maps…” The Catrographer murmurs, but then flips through a few sheets of bellum and parchment, and produces one of his charcoal sticks. “…But a chance to make more!”

You look to the fire-lizards, and use your mental communion to transmit a message beyond language: “Find the heat at the centre of the mountain.” It is a command they well understand, as it is close to their heart, built into their very biology. Two of the bolder kobolds, Agno and Regne, attempt to mount them; they quickly abandon this plan, discovering both the limits of even a draconically-influenced fire-lizard’s tolerance, and their personal heat tolerances. This whimsy is abandoned, and the lot of you proceed on foot, guided by the slowly-crawling, swaying forms of the salamander-like fire-lizards as they return from whence they came, through a great cleft in the stone which leaves the pick-axe hewn tunnels and artificially-expanded caverns behind for a more naturalistic realm, deeper into the darkness and lit only by the dim orange glow of your feral guides.

“Egg-chamber was not warm, but not warm-warm, not for lizards,” Hapo warns. “They will get close, but not right perfect there. We will need to… Explore.”

“So be it,” you say. “It will still take a great deal of time off of our journey.

In the hours which follow, you take in the scarce, but fascinating, local wildlife. There are bat-like creatures, but eyeless, like a local equivalent to the cave-drakes of your home. There are no glowworms, but there are bio-luminescent, yellow beetles (“fire-bugs”, you’re told), which the fire-LIZARDS lap up like delicacies. They, in turn, feed on a strange, hard-and-dry lichen which grows near the scant sources of moisture. Your waterskins sustain you where a dearth of underground streams or pools leaves you wanting. It is not at all like the damper, colder caverns to which you are accustomed, and the red-grey stone makes the otherwise-familiar underground atmosphere uncanny and alien.

You must be kilometers underground when it happens—an attack, a reminder that this is no gentle stroll through exotic Subterra Incognita. The form it take sis unexpected, though: a sudden blur, a wet sound, and a mass like an enormous, thick pink tentacle!
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Ohle, one of the bravery of the kobolds, who had earlier sought to mount the half-tamed fire-lizard, is snatched up. He shrieks, a piercing sound, and draws his dagger, but as he stabs repeatedly at the suction-cup-covered tendril, it becomes apparent that he is affecting little permanent damage. You squint into the darkness, willing your Darkvision to extend further, and you see the body behind this unconventional appendage. Your eyes widen, then, for it is no tentacle as of a squid… But a tongue, leading into a gaping, peg-toothed maw. The creature behind it is twice your size, thrice your girth, and bulbous, coated in a greasy yellow sludge which drips over its pinkish rolls. It stares at its meal with beady, black eyes which have no time for the rest of you—only for Ohle.

“HELP! HELP! HEEEELP!” Ohle screams, stabbing away like a reptiloid possessed. His other arm is pinned to his side, his legs kick frantically and fruitlessly.

The other kobolds draw slings and crossbows, firing a volley of bolts and stones… But while sticks and stones may theoretically break bones, they cannot penetrate the beast’s blubber. You, for your part, attempt to extend your Fearsome Presence… But it is equally useless. This thing, whatever it is… It’s no reptile.

“Superior One,” the Translator hastily whispers to you, “he is a kobold. Leave him, and let’s go while the beast is distracted.”

Hapo says nothing, watching you more than his near-doomed clan-comrade. He is not any more fearful than the savage, rural kobolds who attack, just conscious of his one-limbed limitations… And of the fact that the decision you make here may well affect how the kobolds see you.

What do you do?
>Aim your bow and attack at a distance—you’ll do your best to aid Ohle, but not at any great risk to yourself
>Draw your swords and charge into the fray, a whirlwind of amputation and aggression
>Assume <Improved Dragonshape>; you feel as if your mana reserve has grown somewhat, and it would allow you to both fight better and to project your Fearsome Presence to non-reptiles
>Flee deeper—Ohle is, let’s be honest, only a kobold… And a kobold who attacked your retinue only a couple days ago!
>Command your forces to attack [specify which ones, and to what end]
>Write-in
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>>5308153
>Assume <Improved Dragonshape>; you feel as if your mana reserve has grown somewhat, and it would allow you to both fight better and to project your Fearsome Presence to non-reptiles
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>>5308153
>Assume <Improved Dragonshape>; you feel as if your mana reserve has grown somewhat, and it would allow you to both fight better and to project your Fearsome Presence to non-reptiles
Time to experiment
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>>5308153
>Assume <Improved Dragonshape>; you feel as if your mana reserve has grown somewhat, and it would allow you to both fight better and to project your Fearsome Presence to non-reptiles
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>>5308153

Charge in there and shove our potion of miniaturization into the thing's mouth?

If it's tiny, it will drop Ohle and we can stomp it to death?
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>>5308186
Confirmed for a viable write-in
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>>5308186
Very interesting option. Voting for this.
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>>5308153
>Assume <Improved Dragonshape>; you feel as if your mana reserve has grown somewhat, and it would allow you to both fight better and to project your Fearsome Presence to non-reptiles

>>5308186
I love this idea, but it can come in handy for that later
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>>5308186
dunno if I want to blow a potion on saving some kobold

then again it might start kicking our ass and we'd need the potion
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>>5308153
>Dragonshape + Firebreath
it looks like it won't like fire
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>>5308153
>Assume <Improved Dragonshape>; you feel as if your mana reserve has grown somewhat, and it would allow you to both fight better and to project your Fearsome Presence to non-reptiles
>Firebreath to add to the Intimidation

>>5308186
You know the mini-me retains the majority of its strength, right lads?
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>>5308153
>Assume <Improved Dragonshape>; you feel as if your mana reserve has grown somewhat, and it would allow you to both fight better and to project your Fearsome Presence to non-reptiles
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>>5308284

Understood but I'd rather fight a grizzly bear the size of an ant than an ant the size of a grizzly bear?
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Rolled 12, 8, 18, 19, 5, 19, 9, 11, 14 = 115 (9d20)

[3 for spellcraft to determine the speed of transformation, 1 for enemy action, 5 for the Fearsome Presence]
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>>5308517
Transformation is 18, enemy action is 19, fearsome presence also 19.
We really are cutting it close with our roles again aren't we?
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You flex your muscles to full attention, then relax them, again and again. You control your breathing, directing it in and out, willing it to bring energy in and release impurity of blood and spirit. You focus on all things Dragon, and you let the mana build, and flow through you, from your spiritual core to the body around it. Your form shifts and transforms—a sensation you’ve felt before, but still unfamiliar to you. You grow taller, stronger. Your skin darkens and thickens, growing more heavily-scaled and metallic in hue beneath your armour. Your face expands outwards, snout lengthening and broadening, teeth elongating and multiplying as your talons do likewise. You force yourself to limit your growth so as not to burst your plate asunder with the sudden expansion.

Even with your self-limitation, you are MUCH more powerful than you were mere moments ago—physically and mystically. Your will, previously a force of nature known only to the reptiloid races, is now altogether more tangible… And it is tangible to ALL beings, regardless of their origins. The tongue-monster certainly senses it—its beady eyes fix on you, and you feel an instinctive fear and respect well up in it. Ohle, ensnared by this hungry beast, is similarly transfixed. He must see in you his salvation, for he regards you with the adoration appropriate to a living dragon even as he is moments from being eaten. So too do the other kobolds… Even (though you can see it mingled with bitter envy in his expression) Hapo.

>18 for Spellcraft
>19 for Fearsome Presence
>19 for enemy action
>Result…

The bloated carnivore attacking your vassal slowed its assault to behold your terrific transformation, buying Ohle the Kobold precious time. Now, however, it acts. It recognizes in you an apex predator, a threat to its life and CERTAINLY a risk to its peaceful repast. As such… It flees, Ohle still in its clutches. This, in turn, breaks the spell you have over the disappearing kobold.

“W-wait! HELP! No! AAAAAA-”
This bulbous thing stealing your subject is not exactly FAST, but it is climbing a natural shaft in the stone, squirming and shuffling away into some unknown hidey-hole amidst the long-dormant channels through which magma once flowed to the surface to become lava. If you are not going to let it escape—or spend precious time pursuing it—you will have to act fast.

What do you do?
>Use firebreath—though the heat may afflict Ohle, also
>Draw your bow and unleash arrows upon this thing, hoping to penetrate its blubber somewhere vital
>Climb up after it, hunting it down to its lair if necessary
>Let it go—you have secured MOST of your party’s safety, and no more creatures like this will dare approach you in Dragonshape
><Jump> after the thing and slice it open with your moon-blade
>Write-in
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>>5308529

>Climb up after it, hunting it down to its lair if necessary
Well, let's see what this form can do. Presumably scaling the rock wall will be much easier given the physical bonuses.
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>>5308529
I knew we should have just shrunk the monster and been done with it.
>Climb up after it, hunting it down to its lair if necessary
We are now bigger so we should have a better time climbing the walls.

You know something? We definitely scared this thing. What if we yell really loudly as we climb? Maybe we can frighten it into dropping Ohle
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Rolled 2 (1d2)

>>5308529
>Use firebreath—though the heat may afflict Ohle, also
>Draw your bow and unleash arrows upon this thing, hoping to penetrate its blubber somewhere vital
rollan
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>>5308529
><Jump> after the thing and slice it open with your moon-blade
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>>5308529
>Climb up after it, hunting it down to its lair if necessary
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You decide to pursue the retreating beast. Your enhanced form makes you faster than before, and it isn’t exactly the speediest quarry around to begin with. Better yet, your slight increase in size allows you to brace your bac against the stone of the shaft it is ascending, and to gradually shimmy yourself up after it. It would be even faster going if you could use your elongated claws but, alas, your gauntlets currently preclude this, and you’d waste even more time descending to remove them before starting anew.

Your allies follow you as far as they can, but none of them have the size or vertical leap needed to properly ascend that shaft. Instead, the kobolds begin clambering a top one another to form a sort of ladder for one of their number (Ivno? You think?) to crawl up after you. He follows you, a knife clutched in his teeth, and a small pickaxe serving to help him climb. His bravery is impressive—altogether different from what you’ve heard of kobolds, and have come to expect from your handy defeat of their people.

It is a tiring ascent, for the shaft is quite long. You are continually plagued by the fear that the <Improved Dragonshape> spell will fade, taking your enhanced strength with it, but you persevere, and eventually reach the creature’s lair. It is a smooth-walled dome of stale air and rot-stink amidst the solid stone, a bubble of cooled volcanic rock pock-marked by holes; the largest of these give way to more tunnels like that which you just ascended. For a moment you fear you will have to chase this ugly tongue-beast through these tunnels for an even LONGER stretch of time, but luckily for you (you think), it has clearly tired of this pursuit and decided to make its final stand.

The creature croaks at you like some great toad. Ohle, battered and bruised and barely conscious, whimpers beneath of it his captor’s great, flat feet. ‘Hands’ like fleshy, spike-studded stumps flex as the tongue-monster eyes you, its massive oral appendage still hanging freely, flopping angrily in some threat display. When you approach, it swings out at you like a warhammer, narrowly missing with a blow that probably could have concussed you had it connected. Still, attacking from range is a dangerous proposition: you’ve seen this thing’s layers of fat eat crossbow bolts (some of which are still sticking out of it!) without any apparent lasting effect, and firebreath risks frying your kobold ally. You’ve come to far to just cook him alive NOW!
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>>5309010
You can feel your <Improved Dragonform> beginning to fade. It will not last much longer… But, for now, you think you might be this enormous creature’s physical equal. It ahs the advantage of reach, however, and a hostage underfoot.

Ivno finally hauls himself up breathlessly behind you. He squeaks with alarm when he sees the showdown going on between you and this grotesque menace, and scrambles to his feet and into a battle-stance. He raises his pick-axe in one hand, and takes his dagger in his other.

“What do, Dragon?” he whispers urgently.
>Charge in together, to take this thing down through sheer, brutal force
>Draw the monster’s ire with your bow, distracting it while Ivno recovers Ohle and the two kobolds get to safety, then use Firebreath
>Attempt to lob the Potion of Diminution down this thing’s gut, shrinking it down to make it a more manageable opponent
>Sick Ivno on it as a distraction, then attack it from behind with a killing blow… Though likely Ivno will find himself injured in the process
>Write-in
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>>5309013
>Charge in together, to take this thing down through sheer, brutal force
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>>5309013
>Charge in together, to take this thing down through sheer, brutal force
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>>5309013
>Sick Ivno on it as a distraction, then attack it from behind with a killing blow… Though likely Ivno will find himself injured in the process
As long as Ivno doesn't perceive it as betrayal, I have zero issue using the kobolds as meat shields. Hype him up and tell him to bravely rescue his buddy and all that.
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>>5309010
>Charge in together, to take this thing down through sheer, brutal force
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>>5309013
>Draw the monster’s ire with your bow, distracting it while Ivno recovers Ohle and the two kobolds get to safety, then use Firebreath
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Rolled 6, 14, 18, 6, 5, 3 = 52 (6d20)

>>5309035
>>5309042
>>5309046
>>5309105
>>5309212
You look to Ivno and nod your head towards the tongue-beast. He glances rapidly between the two of you and, with obvious trepidation, he nods as well. He’s nervous, but confidence in your might (or simply unwillingness to abandon his friend) drives him forward. You draw your blade, and he twirls his pick once—a meaningless flourish, meant to build courage. The beast lifts its foot from Ohle, who gasps for breath and curls up in pain. The monsters steps forward, slamming its tongue down upon the ground witha wet slap and a bellowing cry.

“NOW!” you roar.

You and Ivno lunge forward as one…

[3d20, DC 13 due to Dragonshape; 1d20 DC 16 for Ivno; 2d20 for enemy response]
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>>5309230
>6
The tongue-tyrant is an opportunist, as one might expect of an ambush predator. As before, it strikes for the smaller target first: its tongue sweeps the ground, knocking Ivno’s legs out from under him almost immediately. He lets loose a wail of panic and despair, which seems melodramatic until you realize that the tendril-tongue has him tied at the tail, and is even now pulling him towards the hungering horror.


“As if I would allow that,” you scoff.

>14 vs 3

It is the monster’s turn to cry out in fear and pain as you stomp your boot down upon its tongue, pinning it in place and preventing any further effort to eat your bite-sized companion. The bloated, toad-like thing attempts to rear back, to pull its tongue free, but you lean all your weight into your foot, and grip the root of its tongue for added leverage. IT hopelessly, pitifully pulls against your might, but it is a losing battle

…Well, for now. Even now, you can feel your strength waning. The Dragonshape is losing its potency.

You waste no more time. Instead, you command Ivno: “Grab the tongue! Pull, with me!”

He scrambles to his feet, liberated by the panicking beast as it focuses its effort on you. Though he is small, and not especially muscular, Ivno’s extra effort is the small advantage you need to wrench the damned blob-thing towards you. As it stumbles forward, flailing, you release your own grip and steps into its slimy embrace. You raise your sword and let the force of your thrust join with the weight of momentum of your forward-falling foe, and impale the damned thing upon your elven moon-blade.


>18 vs 5

The creature thrashes and bucks, desperately swatting at you, but you are too close for either of your comfort—and, more importantly, in a spot its stubby limbs struggle tor each. Ivno releases the tongue, no longer able to hold it with only his own strength, but it its rage and terror the beast ahs lost control of its primary weapon, which waves in the air and fops about uselessly. With a wrathful roar, you use the last of your spell-strength to crave your uncanny blade upward and out of the beast, splitting it from groin through gut to gaping mouth. Blood and guts spill forth, tarnishing your beautiful armour… But also ending this vile and verminous villain. As you step back to avoid being crushed by the tottering troglodyte, you are shocked and appalled to see spools and spools of further tongue, and powerful attaching muscles, revealed from the gaping wound where you bisected it.
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“Is… Dead?” Ivno whispers, peering around you with dagger yet ready.

You nod affirmatively, as you feel the last of your dragon-vigor leaving you. Your skin itches a little, and you know you will soon need to remove your plate to peel away the drying second-skin produced by your now-failing transformation. However, unlike when you’ve used this ability previously, you feel… Unemptied, part-way full, as if your expanded mana reserves have another such transformation left in them… provided you do nothing else with that magical power in the meantime.

Ohle is in worse shape, though. He is conscious, but only sporadically. You can see one arm was broken in his struggle, and his bruising from the battery has turned his red-brown scaly skin to a swollen purple-green. He tries not to, but when Ivno touches him, the other kobold cries out. Bringing him back down the magma-melted shaft is an ordeal nearly equal to your slaying of his captor, even with Ivno’s help, and for none is it as arduous as for Ohle himself.

“While your victory was no-doubt glorious, is seems it was for naught, Superior One,” the Translator reflects with a sigh. “We now press on with an injured party, I suppose.”

“We should leave him,” the Cartographer says, without malice or mercy. “We cannot slow our progress or hamper our ability for a half-feral kobold.”

When you leave your advisors to inquire with the kobolds—who you hope didn’t hear that last exchange too clearly, for the sake of morale—Hapo provides an alternative.

“Ring-demon may know how to fix,” he suggests, pointing to your pack with his sole remaining hand. “Necklace… Demon said it did many things, including heal.”

You idly tape at the magical necklace you wear, but the properties of which remain unknown to you even now. It seems Hapo was holding out on you earlier, though his own knowledge DOES seem woefully incomplete… Assuming he’s not just lying to try to get you to release the demon for a quick consultation that could turn into a mutiny attempt. You don’t SENSE overt hostility in him… But you see a dark ambition in him which could easily be deceit.

What do you do?
>Carry on, having the other kobolds tend to Ohle until you can get him back to the surface
>Leave Ohle hear and carry on without him for now
>Try on the demon ring, and try to extract information on the necklace from it
>Try using the necklace WITHOTU consultation—you have some magical skill yourself, after all!
>Put Ohle out of his misery quickly and painlessly, with your blade
>Write-in
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>>5309248
WE'RE NOT LOOSING THE DEMON FOR A KOBOLD WE DON'T CARE ABOUT
>Put Ohle out of his misery quickly and painlessly, with your blade
Also supporting leaving him here.
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>>5309248
>Leave Ohle hear and carry on without him for now
We might pick him up when we come back.
Cartographer is right.
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>>5309248
>Carry on, having the other kobolds tend to Ohle until you can get him back to the surface
Leave one or two
will support leaving him alone if this fails
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>>5309292
>>5309320

This is probably most in character for us given our soft streak. Maybe have the Novice splint his arm and leave them some supplies?
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>>5309248
I'm just now joining the quest, but can we get a whole lot of Kobold followers if we can fly and breath fire? I like kobolds.
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>>5309433
Kobolds are subreptilians. It's like wanting to be worshipped by midget rednecks.
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>>5309292
Supporting

He’ll be fine here
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>>5309456
I see nothing wrong with this. They'd make for useful minions.
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>>5309292
>>5309320
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>>5309466
You’ve been accused of softness-of-heart, primarily by the Novice Fleshweaver, your childhood tormentor and currently your primary medical specialist. Right about now, you regret leaving her in the kobold settlement—her ability to mend flesh-wounds or create potions to speed the healing of graver injuries would be invaluable right now. In her absence, though, you must leave Ohle to fend for himself—you are not SO soft.

The kobolds, who seem what community-minded, are reticent to leave one of their own behind, particularly Ivno. They’re even more hesitant to defy you, though, and after seeing some of the beasties who have moved into this wild realm in their absence, they would not dare to remain here on their own, without your protection.

Your forces are tried from the long climb/march downwards, and with the rush of battle fading, you sympathize. You rest for a time, eating and drinking some of your rations. The fire-lizards grow listless during your downtime, but you appease them with a portion of your own rations. The brief pause in your progress gives Ohle time to at least regain consciousness, too. When you tell the injured kobold of your plan—noting that he should be fine, and that you will retrieve him on your return trip—he trembles slightly, but does not object or argue.

Do you do anything else with this period of rest?
>Commend the kobolds on their bravery and performance thus far
>Have a talk with Hapo about his ambitions [specify if you threaten him further, attempt to negotiate peaceably, or something else]
>Try to more properly and permanently tame the fire-lizards presently following you
>Consult with the Translator or Cartographer about something [what?]
>Use divination to attempt to glean what threats and opportunities lie ahead
>No, just press on

[Write-ins allowed, but please choose no more than two major activities]
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>>5309521
>Commend the kobolds on their bravery and performance thus far
They need that morale boost to balance out leaving one of their own. Just keep it formal.
>Try to more properly and permanently tame the fire-lizards presently following you
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>>5309521
>Try to more properly and permanently tame the fire-lizards presently following you
>Use divination to attempt to glean what threats and opportunities lie ahead
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>>5309521
>Use divination to attempt to glean what threats and opportunities lie ahead
>Try to more properly and permanently tame the fire-lizards presently following you
I feel like "commending" isn't a major activity. Maybe we can just say something but not make a whole thing out of it.
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>>5309707
[Fair, but it won't get much soace in the write-up and will be treated as a simple, not necessarily hugely morale-boosting 'attaboy' if so.]
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>>5309710
That's fine.
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>>5309536
>>5309707
Just a reminder that if we use divination, we won't be able to use Fearsome Presents for the second time.
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>>5309729
you are confusing with improved dragonshape.
Still, we can couter-ambush ambushers.
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>>5309707
Supporting
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Rolled 19, 15, 8, 9 = 51 (4d20)

>>5309805
>>5309707
>>5309536
>>5309523

You summon the kobolds to you—well, except Ohle. You got to him, by necessity.

“You have all performed quite well,” you announce, in an impromptu performance evaluation. “You deserve to be commended for what you’ve done today.”

The kobolds exchange glances which might be subtle, to one without your innate empathy for all things Reptilian. They are… Confused, perplexed, unsure whether you are being serious and, if so, to what end.

“Thank you, Dragonborn?” says…

Uh….

“You’re welcome… Regne?”

“Agno,” the kobold corrects, then seems to panic at the realization that he has just contradicted you in front of an audience. He bows his head low.

You clear your throat, and turn around. No need to make a whole thing out of this.

“Anyway,” you segue, “What does your clan know of these ‘fire-lizards’?”

The majority of your rest is spent getting the kobolds and fire-lizards more comfortable with one another, while the kobolds—Agno in particular—share their people’s knowledge of the creatures.

“They come from deep-deep, but like bird, come up to surface with season. High summer, the fire=lizards bask in sun in high-high places, catch food… Sometimes kobold. Sometimes kobolds eat them, instead. Collect sacks from inside, strips along back and sides full of… Of ORGAN, unique to fire-lizard, collects heat and warmth and stores in sack. Leather is tough, fireproof.”

Agno and Regne, and to a lesser extent Ivno, are clearly fascinated to be this close to the normally skittish, hostile lizards, and the former two take great amusement is reaching out to touch the lizards, playing a game whereby they see who pulls their hand back first before risking being burned by the irate animal. You experiment is ‘instructing’ the fire-lizards to withhold that fiery response, dialing up your Fearsome Presence when they threaten the kobolds and rewarding them with cooked and preserved strips of rust-monster flesh when they show tolerance of the harassment.

“Can they be domesticated?” you ask, hopefully.

The kobolds look at you like you’ve grown an extra head.

“Has it ever been attempted?” you ask.

They shake their heads in the negative.

Well then, you suppose you are a pioneer at the frontier of knowledge once more. Novice Fleshweaver, eat your heart out.
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Rolled 17, 20 = 37 (2d20)

>>5309836
>19, 15
You encounter great success with two fire-lizards in particular, who you are gradually able to induce by means of empathic connection and your system of punishment-and-reward to obey simple commands, such as “Come here”, “Go there”, “and “Drop that kobold! Do not eat that kobold!”

One of the two is even eventually convinced to come close enough, and stay close enough, to allow you to scratch at its wattle and the rough skin around its ear, which it seems to enjoy. You gradually reduce the intensity of your draconic aura; as the Presence abates, two of the four fire-lizards in your thrall begin to grow agitated, and to make to leave, but the one you are scratching and one of its fellows remains. You get the feeling that these two, at least, will stay and remain somewhat calm without your constant, direct supervision.

The next course of action is to meditate and to divine some <Guidance> as to what lies ahead. You leave the fire-lizards in the care of the kobolds, though you fashion some impromptu muzzles from corded leather which the Translator had apparently acquired from the Drow. While you are in meditation, you will hardly be able to maintain your Fearsome Presence, after all, and even the two tamest of the animals are still not exactly comfortable around the rest of your allies.

This practical matter thus attended to, you fit a comfortable bulge of rock to alight upon, remove your helm for the sake of comfort, and let your nictitating membranes slide closed and your senses seek out the threads of fate-unwritten as they have in the past…
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>>5309852
>20
Almost immediately, you are assailed by a vivid vision of the future… Or the present, but at a distance? There is another thread, or a cord of threads, bound together, and their fate converges with that of you and yours! You sense a friction between the two, and inevitably clash or conflict… And, at its centre, a vision of a clutch of cracked and battered eggs—the dragon eggs! You see that they are mostly-intact, buts sense no spark of life in them; as one might expect after so long buried beneath the earth, they are dead before having been born. Still, they are of immense symbolic, cultural and potentially MYSTCIAL value.

Of greater immediate concern, though, is the other collection of souls who seems destined to collide with you over those eggs, and the other treasures of this lost kingdom. You see tight strips of cloth, bundled cloaks, and poking through these layers, spines and spines. With grim familiarity, you identify the threat which approaches: an underdark scavenger of a sort you encountered on your journey here. You know not what they are called in the dwarf-tongue which they speak, but some in your retinue took to calling the one which you once captured a ‘barbed devil’ or ‘dark creeper’. Both terms are apt: the one you discovered was capable of magically hiding its presence, was strong of arm, and was covered in an array of organic spines and spikes with which to impale its victims in a brutal bearhug. Your armour protected you last time, as well as your <Danger Sense>…

But you sense that there is more than one of the things. More than that, you sense… Something else. Chains, and the flapping of leather wings, and a chill like that of the grave traveling through your spine and forcing you to repress a shudder. A wave of revulsion and exhaustion afflicts you, and you lose the vision, opening your eyes to the world of the here and now once again. A leader… A barbed devil bandit-king, atop a winged mount, commanding some heretic magic!
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>>5309872
Your party is better-rested once more, though it was not so long a rest as for anyone to sleep. You feel you have another couple spells left in you, and another fight if it comes down to it… And, by your vision, a fight is what you’re in for, more likely than not. A longer rest seems possible, but not if you wish to the beat these devils to the egg-clutch. After that, you sense that they will rise towards the surface, looting your race’s relics from the rest of the compound—the ‘traditional route’ which the Cartographer suggested excavating and exploring on your return journey, based on his admittedly-old maps. You could head them off there… But who knows what twill become of the eggs, in the meantime, and what valuables or knowledge might be destroyed or removed before you catch them?

What will you do?
>Press on immediately, advancing quickly to reach the egg-chamber in advance of these damned scavengers, to secure the eggs
>Rest a while longer, and attempt to head the barbed devils off in the ruins of your people, at full fighting strength
>Send an advance force [specify who] to meet the devils, while the others rest and then trace the ruins-route to meet up with and reinforce the others
>Hold back, laying traps and sending a runner to call for reinforcements from the kobold settlement and the rest of your retinue
>Retreat—you’re ill-prepared for such a battle
>Write-in
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>>5309874
>Press on immediately, advancing quickly to reach the egg-chamber in advance of these damned scavengers, to secure the eggs
exterminate all devils
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>>5309874
>Press on immediately, advancing quickly to reach the egg-chamber in advance of these damned scavengers, to secure the eggs
Eat a light snack and get a sip of water if you have any?
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>>5309885
[Your party snacked while you were traveling and resting. You have some waterskins, and rations from home, from the meal with the Drow, and meat taken from the Devourer (see Thread 1 at around >>5296445, with the battle against the great rust-monster being the posts prior)]
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>>5309874
>Press on immediately, advancing quickly to reach the egg-chamber in advance of these damned scavengers, to secure the eggs
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>>5309874
>Press on immediately, advancing quickly to reach the egg-chamber in advance of these damned scavengers, to secure the eggs
SECURE THE EGGS
THEN KILL EM ALL
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>>5309836
>The kobolds exchange glances which might be subtle, to one without your innate empathy for all things Reptilian. They are… Confused, perplexed, unsure whether you are being serious and, if so, to what end.
what the fuck man, that's 2 now
the first time we thanked our crew, they thought we were trying to get something out of them
we're not a sociopathic lizard goddamnit
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>>5309920
Jesus how depressing. Their lizard brains probably work different than ours? Something something lizard people having no empathy?
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>>5309874
>Press on immediately, advancing quickly to reach the egg-chamber in advance of these damned scavengers, to secure the eggs
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Rolled 5, 13, 4 = 22 (3d20)

>>5309878
>>5309885
>>5309890
>>5309910
>>5310023
There is no time to waste! You muster your forces, leaving injured Ohle behind by necessity, and press on immediately. The eggs MUST be secured. The devils MUST be driven back, be in an empty-handed retreat or total extermination which ends the threat of their invasion. This is YOUR mountain, now!

None of your forces argue—not the Silkscale intelligentsia, not the kobolds, not Hapo. Even the fire-lizards fall into your furiously-paced march without objection. You bristle with urgency, and they all feel it in their bones, their muscles and ligaments, in the stem of their lizard-brains. A dragon marches to war—they follow. It is the way of things.

The fire-lizards, as Hapo forewarned, can only get you so close. The croak and groan as you reach one great chamber with many winding tunnels, carved smooth by escaping molten rock from the deep-earth. Lava lives here, bubbling audibly in the distance, lending a thermal energy which augments your darkvision. They wish to head for the place of greatest heat… But that’s not where the eggs are.

Luckily, your vision of <guidance> yet lingers.

“This way!” you declare, drawing your sword and pointing its luminous, white blade towards the tunnel-entrance in the red-black rock which feels most correct.

It’s a touch melodramatic, but it works, and you feel your forces rally, bracing themselves for battle with an inner steel to which your heroic flair lends additional resolve. They will need it…

[Athleticism check]
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>>5310071
>13
…Because you arrive too late. Well, not exactly TOO late—rather, right on-time for the confrontation which you envisaged. You find a crumbled natural wall, chipped and dismantled by kobold activity; through this entrance into the small reptiloids’ mining complex, Hapo leads you to where he and the other kobold who once formed the so-called Dragonwrought found their cache of magic items, ‘shinies’… And the eggs.

And there, in this holy place, you see them. Having expanded a small hole on the opposite wall through strength-of-arm and rusted hammer and pick, there lurk a small cluster of cloth-swaddled, glowing-eyed mammals. Pinpricks of deadly sharpness penetrate their clothing at odd angles, lending the collection of a half-dozen stout figures an air of danger… And confirming their identity. Barbed devils, or whatever you would call them. Scavengers of the deep places. You think you even recognize one of them—the parasitic opportunist who once tried to assail you, who you captured and mercifully spared. If he remembers the way you and Glowie (the venomous and surprisingly-stealthy worm-woman princess, awaiting you topside in Reptilain disguise) dealt with him so handily before, it would certainly explain and nervous step he takes backwards. Perhaps you are mistaken, though, for all of his cohort seem taken-aback by the way you barrel into the room, backed by five kobolds, a pair of True Reptilians, and four-fire-lizards, baring a glowing moon-sabre. You see no sign of the leader who you glimpsed in your divination.

The barbed-devils have scarcely entered the room. You have, likewise, only just stepped inside. Neither of you make a move—not right away. It won’t be long, though. No race which thrives in the darkness below long hesitates to take decisive action—if they did, their bloodlines would have perished in this harsh environment long, long ago.

What do you do?
>Attempt to intimidate them away with a roar and a show of force—you cannot assume <Improved Dragonshape>, but you clearly have them on the back foot
>Open diplomacy, having the Translator issue a warning and request formal discussion in dwarf-tongue—you know they speak it
>Strike first, strike hard, no mercy! Set them ablaze with Firebreath, while you allies bombard them with slings and arrows!
>Charge in to block their entry personally, flanked by your fire-lizards, while the rest of your retinue abscond with the eggs
>Write-in
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>>5310081
>Open diplomacy, having the Translator issue a warning and request formal discussion in dwarf-tongue—you know they speak it

I talked a big extermination game but if we fight here the eggs might get smashed
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>>5310081
>Attempt to intimidate them away with a roar and a show of force—you cannot assume <Improved Dragonshape>, but you clearly have them on the back foot

No mercy - no weakness
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>>5310081
>Attempt to intimidate them away with a roar and a show of force—you cannot assume <Improved Dragonshape>, but you clearly have them on the back foot
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>>5310081
>Attempt to intimidate them away with a roar and a show of force—you cannot assume <Improved Dragonshape>, but you clearly have them on the back foot
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>>5310081
>Attempt to intimidate them away with a roar and a show of force—you cannot assume <Improved Dragonshape>, but you clearly have them on the back foot
>Strike first, strike hard, no mercy! Set them ablaze with Firebreath, while you allies bombard them with slings and arrows!
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>>5310081
>Attempt to intimidate them away with a roar and a show of force—you cannot assume <Improved Dragonshape>, but you clearly have them on the back foot
If they do anything rash, not only will we go after them, we will go after their allies. We amgry lizord man.
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>>5310081
>>Strike first, strike hard, no mercy! Set them ablaze with Firebreath, while you allies bombard them with slings and arrows!
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Rolled 6, 11 = 17 (2d20)

>>5310206
>>5310201
>>5310192
>>5310124
>>5310119
>>5310100
These are scavengers, glorified thieves and muggers. They’ve steeped into your territory, and while their forces are more physically imposing, you DO outnumber them…

And your side has YOU.

You lift your chin, roll your shoulders, and summon every ounce of the young, draconic wager in your form. You are roughly 300 pounds of honed, Reptilian muscle, packed into a suit of imposing ceremonial armour, wielding a semi-divine sword. You take a heavy step forward, take a deep breath, and ROAR.

How’s THAT for diplomacy?
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Rolled 12, 7, 2, 4 = 25 (4d20)

>>5310232
>>5310235
[Athleticism, enemies vs allies (DC 16 for favourable result, slightly outmatched)]
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>>5310235
>>5310242
>11 for intimidation

…Sadly insufficient, it seems. The opposing forces wince, cringing back from your fierce warcry. For a moment, you think you have them. Then, one of them throws an axe.

>12 athelticism

You attempt to dodge, but you are ill-prepared—perhaps overconfident. You had not assumed a proper, readied stance. You catch the axe in the chest, saved only by your armour. Your chestplate is notched, indented, but it deflects the blow; you’re barely winded… But winded, youa re. It takes you a second to regain your initiative…

And in that time, battle is joined.

>4

Your allies are slightly outmatched and, having come to rely so heavily on your own indefatigable confidence and martial merit, they are shocked to see you disregarded and assaulted in such a manner. They react a second or two later than the save-mammals, but in these close quarters, that makes all the difference. The barbed devils fill the room, many of them flickering form sight and seeming to merge with the shadows. Your allies’ initial volley is wild, several crossbow bolts, arrows, and hurled stones nearly impacting YOU in their panic.

Then, the screams begin.

These are scavengers, but they are no carrion-pickers. These devils are warriors, and among your forces, only you are properly armoured to resist their spikes. Aside from their crude stone axes and rusted, pock-marked hammers, the your spike-studded antagonists also wield their very bodies. Once they are in melee range, re-emerging from their cloak state, counterattacks are a dangerous proposition which risk injury to the attacker. Your fire-lizards, in particular, learn that—their mouths and tails tail great injury on the first ill-fated attempt, and they recoil and retreat by necessity.

One of the barbed devils has you in its sight, too, but your greater size and armour gives it pause where its fellows rush in. The pick-axe it brandishes, though… With enough force, that could cave in your helm, pierce your skull. You are not immune to his attacks, by any means… And he’s between you and the eggs.

What do you do?
>Draw your bow and try to get a headshot before he can close distance
>Wrestle his pick away from him—he has no other easy means to slay you, and then he’s at your mercy
>An honourable duel will suffice—you’ll win, and then the eggs are yours
>Fall back to rally your forces, preserving their lives but risking the eggs
>Use a <Jump> to leap over this foe, and garb the eggs before anyone else can steal or damage them
>Write-in
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>>5310262
>Draw your bow and try to get a headshot before he can close distance

Should've done diplomacy, we're the peaceful dragonborn.
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>>5310262
>>Draw your bow and try to get a headshot before he can close distance
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>>5310262
*cave-mammals
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>>5310262
>Use a <Jump> to leap over this foe, and garb the eggs before anyone else can steal or damage them

>>5310268
Diplomacy is overrated. Besides, they would have demanded part of our heritage. Fuck. That.
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>>5310262
>Draw your bow and try to get a headshot before he can close distance
Kill him fast so we can help our allies, show that where our eye goes, so does death
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>>5310400
this
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Rolled 12, 4, 14 = 30 (3d20)

>>5310430
>>5310400
>>5310366
>>5310269
>>5310268
You tuck your sword back into the cloth belt and crude swaddled ‘sheathe’ you have made for it (next to your more properly-sheathed, but altogether less magical, sword from back home at the forward base). Instead, you draw your longbow. It makes no sense to get into melee combat with a thorny thug like this when you can kill from a distance.

‘Distance’, however, is relative in these cramped quarters. Furthermore, the spiked mammal is not QUITE so dim as to be ignorant as to what you are doing. It grips its pick tight and leaps towards you, to bridge the gap. If it makes it into melee range, you’ll be at a disadvantage, having to draw your sword before this strong-limbed aggressor can wrestle you into position to kill you.

You string your arrow and take your shot…
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Rolled 6, 8, 19, 19 = 52 (4d20)

>>5310459
…And hit!

>14

But wait, why is it still coming? At you? Why isn’t it slowing down. You go to notch another arrow when you feel the impact of all that muscle hitting your armoured midsection like a boulder tumbling down a tunnel. You stare at the arrow, firmly embedded in the thing… And realize it must have gotten caught in the tangle of knotted cloth that serves as both clothing and armour for these things.

You avoid being immediately bowled-over, but the barbed devil is at least as strong as you, maybe stronger, and has the advantage of having you off-balance. You are being pushed backwards, away from the eggs, and at risk of being toppled over onto your back like a tortoise, for this barbarian to finish off at its leisure!

[Fisticuffs + a roll for the tide of battle, DC 17 for your forces to turn things around]
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>>5310463
>19
You keep hold of your bow, and swing it like a cudgel, smashing it across your assailant’s face. The below catches it off-guard, and the barbed devil stumbles back. You give it a hard boot, pushing it further away, and you take a moment to draw your sword.

>19

Your allies, too, are holding the line. Despite initially being driven back, they have gathered up and used their superior numbers and their coordination to prevent flanking. Two of the fire-lizards have fled, but the two who you took time to tame remain. These loyal lizards’ bodies now glow yellow-orange with a an intense heat that further helps to ward off the damned devils—they must be no true creature of the Hellish Realms, in spite of the name you’ve given them, for such beings do not fear flame, and these ones shrink back from it, and then are driven back away from your forces by another projectile volley.

You grimace at the stalemate. You’ll need to do something to break this draw… Before the mage-devil comes. You feel as if you can sense it, their commander from the vision, lurking somewhere just beyond the hole they carved to enter this most noble heritage-site like plundering brigands. You wonder if he has reinforcements with him… And you know that, if he does, it would spell doom as things are going now.

What do you do?
>Focus on securing the eggs, and then making a fighting retreat
>Rally for forces for one final push, to surround and overwhelm the barbed devils, though it may cost some of your allies their lives
>Use the Ring of Elemental Command to summon an elemental ally, or two, or three [specify how many, and which ones, and keep in mind the caveats at >>5305366]
>Use an <Earth Tremor> to rebury this place; if you can’t have the eggs, neither will the devils, and perhaps you can re-excavate them later?
>Write-in
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>>5310467
>>Rally for forces for one final push, to surround and overwhelm the barbed devils, though it may cost some of your allies their lives
Kobolds are expendables.
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>>5310467
Could we do this
>Rally for forces for one final push, to surround and overwhelm the barbed devils, though it may cost some of your allies their lives

Plus a roll for suppressing them with firebreath in tandem with the lizards?
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>>5310467
>Focus on securing the eggs, and then making a fighting retreat
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>>5310467
>Use the Ring of Elemental Command to summon an elemental ally, or two, or three [Fire]

In fights we generally don't get to choose what allies we lose let's use the ring we choose to attune to. It'd be bad to lose the Cartographer or Translator. Our best bet is probably the Fire Elemental.
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>>5310467
Backing >>5310476
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>>5310467
>Rally for forces for one final push, to surround and overwhelm the barbed devils, though it may cost some of your allies their lives
>>5310459
Heyy, that's the image I posted. Shame we didn't get the bow per my instructions.

>>5310476
>>5310492
Are you trying to get us killed by untamed fire elemental?
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>>5310495
I figured our chances of commanding it with our specialization in dragon shaman were better than our chances of losing a vital ally under your option.
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>>5310467
>Rally for forces for one final push, to surround and overwhelm the barbed devils, though it may cost some of your allies their lives
roast em
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>>5310499
You say this like a failed roll on fire atronach won't cost our allies lives and after QM specifically quoted hid old post to remind you it was never used and we don't even know whether summoned elementals can be controlled.
Besides, if you want to be safe, why are you voting for combat with a magical wildcard instead of defensive retreat?
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>>5310505
>You say this like a failed roll on fire atronach won't cost our allies lives
True, but like other anon said we should have good chances to pass the roll, given dragon shaman and fire affinity. The way I see it, our chances of controlling the fire elemental are better than our chances of not losing allies without it. That's assuming the item wasn't build with safeguards and the elementals don't come out under the owners control, which is also possible.

As for the defensive retreat, I couldn't really picture us gathering eggs up and running away with them while the enemy squad was already on top of us. Not without taking more losses than the other 2 options combined.
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>>5310510
>like other anon said we should have good chances to pass the roll, given dragon shaman and fire affinity
No, you said this.
QOf3lSmm said our BEST BET was fire elemental IF we choose the ring.
>The way I see it
The way I see it, you see it incorrectly.
>That's assuming the item wasn't build with safeguards and the elementals don't come out under the owners control, which is also possible.
This is headcanon with no value.
>As for the defensive retreat, I couldn't really picture us gathering eggs up and running away with them while the enemy squad was already on top of us. Not without taking more losses than the other 2 options combined.
The defensive maneuver isn't safe? Matter of fact, it's more dangerous than both risky combat choices COMBINED because you failed to IMAGINE it other way..?
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>>5310522
That's a whole lot of nitpicking with a whole lack of anything directly proving me wrong.
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>>5310524
Enjoy your headcanon, schizo.
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>>5310467
>Rally for forces for one final push, to surround and overwhelm the barbed devils, though it may cost some of your allies their lives
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>>5310467
>Use the Ring of Elemental Command to summon an elemental ally, or two, or three [Fire]
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>>5310476
+1
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>>5310522
Every lizard is resistant to fire why not
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>>5310467
>Rally for forces for one final push, to surround and overwhelm the barbed devils, though it may cost some of your allies their lives
Breaking the elemental ring before we even used it is stupid.
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>>5310641
Only the Dragonblooded are resistant to fire.
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>>5310467
>Rally for forces for one final push, to surround and overwhelm the barbed devils, though it may cost some of your allies their lives
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>>5310495
Look at the boq innyour inventory. You pretty much did, just golden and styled slightly differently.
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>>5310659
>>5310641
You are resistant to fire. If the Bastard was with you, he would be, too. Fire lizards absorb heat. All your kobold and Silkscale allies with you are very flammable.
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Rolled 20, 18, 3, 10, 16 = 67 (5d20)

>>5310472
>>5310473
>>5310474
>>5310476
>>5310492
>>5310495
>>5310500
>>5310572
>>5310589
>>5310636
>>5310650
>>5310680
It’s time to do or die—and, for some of your forces, perhaps time to do both.

“Fall back!” you shout to your forces, unafraid of the enemy overhearing your True Speech. “Fire incoming!”

Your forces oblige… Save the fire-lizards who, at your willing of them, push forward. The barbed devils, mistaking this tactical withdrawal for a full retreat, press in to fill the gap…

And enter your kill zone.

With a mirthless grin, you open your maw and unleash Hell.
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Rolled 12, 7, 16, 19, 16, 6, 2 = 78 (7d20)

>>5310982
>20 for you
>16 for fire-lizards
Your gambit works perfectly: the barbed devils are completely blindsided by the rushing dragonfire, and the fire-lizards serve as a shield for your own troops, preventing the immolation by absorbing the roiling fire before it can hit the kobolds or True Reptilians of your retinue. Horrid screams and wails go up, and then are silenced.

As the smoke of burning bodies and ashen cloth fills the confines of the room, however, it becomes apparent that there ARE survivors… Barbed devils who sheltered from some of the fire behind they compatriots’ bodies. The burst forth from the smoke, hurtling themselves at you rather than your allies…

[5 allies, 2 enemies.]
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>>5310983
>16, 19, 16 vs 6, 2
…But at your bidding, the kobolds Ivno, Ragno, and Agne leap through the smoke to attack these two surviving devils from behind. The ambush predators are now ambushed, keen senses dulled by blind panic and burning pain. They fall to scrawny lizard-men with knives and axes, stabbed to death and chopped to bits before they ever reach you.

You survey the carnage with grisly pride. There are no survivors to report back to their chieftain, or whatever he is. Two lizards abandoned you, but the forces who remain are all largely unharmed, save a few slashes, gouges, nicks, bruises… Some will scar, but lightly. They will be symbols of triumph and victory, not reminders of loss.

The eggs are right where you last saw them, unharmed.

“Let us take them and go,” the Translator says urgently. “More may arrive.”

“With no survivors to report back, we have time,” the Cartrographer notes. “Let us search for clues as to the name of that demon… And take the ruin-route back. We should leave nothing of value for these warm-blooded scum to loot.”

“And Ohle?” Hapo notes quietly, though all the kobolds silently take note, turning subtly towards him while outwardly still waiting on your judgement. “Have eggs, yeah? Take eggs, get out, get Ohle, go back home.”

You consider your options.
>Grab the eggs, retrieve Ohle, and leave this place post-haste
>Search the room, and the ruins, for means to destroy the demon, or other valuabels belonging to the ancients
>Delve deeper—you will track down whatever remains of the barbed devils and exterminate them from this place forevermore!
>Split up [specify who goes where]
>Write-in
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>>5310992
>Grab the eggs, retrieve Ohle, and leave this place post-haste
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>>5310992
>Grab the eggs, retrieve Ohle, and leave this place post-haste

Eggs were the main goal
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>>5310992
>Grab the eggs, retrieve Ohle, and leave this place post-haste


Let's not be a loot goblin we were pretty lucky with the combat rolls this time around.
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>>5310992
>Search the room, and the ruins, for means to destroy the demon, or other valuabels belonging to the ancients
>Delve deeper—you will track down whatever remains of the barbed devils and exterminate them from this place forevermore!
Kill them and protect our heritage!
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>>5310992
>Search the room, and the ruins, for means to destroy the demon, or other valuabels belonging to the ancients
>Delve deeper—you will track down whatever remains of the barbed devils and exterminate them from this place forevermore!
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>>5311032
+1 but

>>5310992
>Search the room, and the ruins, for means to destroy the demon, or other valuabels belonging to the ancients
See if there any clues that can help us. Search the corpses for anything useful like equipment. Have some kobolds take the eggs back for us.
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>>5310992
>Grab the eggs, retrieve Ohle, and leave this place post-haste
>Search the room, and the ruins, for means to destroy the demon, or other valuabels belonging to the ancients
Can we just briefly search this room before we go but not delve deeper?
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Decisions, decisions
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>>5310992
>Grab the eggs, retrieve Ohle, and leave this place
We got a nat 20 and we have a chance to avoid further combat with our weak party. Please just go.
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>>5310992
>Search the room, and the ruins, for means to destroy the demon, or other valuabels belonging to the ancients
>Delve deeper—you will track down whatever remains of the barbed devils and exterminate them from this place forevermore!
I ain’t giving this up without a fight.
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Oh and in case this is relevant I (>>5311136) am also
>>5308209
>>5308528
>>5308585
My ident just keeps changing and I dont know why
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>>5310992
>Search the room, and the ruins, for other valuabels belonging to the ancients
Fuck the demon, just take our valuables and run!
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[Writing up!]
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Rolled 96, 86, 1 = 183 (3d100)

>>5311174
>>5311151
>>5311136
>>5311102
>>5311100
>>5311066
>>5311032
>>5311010
>>5310995
>>5310994
“Kobolds, gather the eggs,” you command.

They hop to it, doing so with considerable reverence for these relics,these heirs unborn of a long-dead demigod… Well, except one-armed Hapo, who can be of little assistance with these matters since his amputation. To him, and to the Cartograpehr and Translator, you assign a different task:

“You three, quickly search these rooms, and any adjoining ruins which you can easily access,” you say. “We will waste no time tunneling up through unexcavated, collapsed ruins, looting like… Like GOBLINS. We will own this mountain in time, but the eggs are our objective. We will not die here for the sake of pocket change.”

They each nod, and set to their task. Between the Cartographer’s map, Hapo’s knowledge as a miner and explorer of this place, and the Translator’s abilities to understand even exoteric alphabets and ancient dialects, they are a team uniquely-suited to making the most of this narrow window of opportunity.

[Three probabilities being rolled...Loot chance[/spoiler] Interruption chance ??? Chance]
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>>5311181

You wait impatiently, tail-spade smacking with latent anxiety at the volcanic rock beneath you. The kobolds and your remaining fire-lizards wait likewise. Your gaze flits every so often from the path your intellectuals and their guide followed upwards, into the rooms adjoining this rookery-turned-tomb. You imagine you hear sounds of their return, and prepare to leave more than once… But, no, they take what seems to you like an altogether reckless amount of time.

…Perhaps that’s just because the rest of your time, your eyes—and your sixth sense—are settled firmly upon that dark passage into the deeper depths beyond, and the adjoining underdark. Every now and then, a chill wind wafts through the hole the barbed devils made, and you recall the deathly chill you experienced in your premonition.

>86 for interruption (NO interruption)

As much as you were dreading and anticipating an interruption, none comes. No dark devil-captain rises up from the unknown to meet you. You’re almost, ALMOST, disappointed… But mostly relieved. You are holding up remarkably well, you’d say, but the kobolds tremble with exhaustion and exertion. You have driven them hard—marching for almost a full day, with only a short rest earlier and now this tense period of unrestful waiting to break it up. The fire-lizards, lacking the self-awareness to dread the future, are the only ones among you who seem at ease.

>96 for loot (EXCELLENT finds)
When the Cartographer and the Translator return, they are, full of exhilaration and… Something else. Their packs look heavy, and their arms are full of books, scrolls, and rune-scribed tablets and slabs.

“It was intact!” the Cartographer gasps. “I knew it would be tehre, hoped we’d find something, but… But…”

“It was entirely intact!” the Translator exclaims, almost giddy, tail lashing and throat vibrating with a delighted rattling. “The library of the ancients, intended for the instruction of young dragon princelings and their high priesthood! Histories, books of political theory, star-charts, theological treatises written when gods walked the earth…”

“…Political maps, resource maps, biological analyses, alchemical recipes, books on magical theory!”

“Everything,” the Translator finishes, interrupting the Cartographer, who doesn’t seem to mind.

It is a lot to take in—an ASTONISHING find, and a great, GREAT boon for your people. You congratulate them, but it doesn’t distract you from the one thing they did NOT bring back:

“Where is Hapo?” you demand.

>1 for ??? (oh no)
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>>5311192
The two Silkscale males exchange a glance, both afraid to be the one to speak up.

You dial up the Fearsome Presence, crossing your arms, and they both avert their eyes downwards. The Translator is the one who tells you:

“We were so distracted by the magnificence of our discovery, so eager to catalogue everything and to acquire the most valuable… For the expedition, for the glory of all Reptilekind…”

“You failed to keep an eye on him,” you conclude. “He vanished when you weren’t looking.”

The silence which follows is all the answer you need.

“And the demon’s name?” you ask.

The Cartographer clears his throat, and admits what you suspected: the stack of books which were dedicated to arts demonological were there one moment, and then they were gone.

“Gone,” you mutter, “with Hapo, who stole them.”

“He is just a one-armed kobold with delusions of grandeur,” the Translator scoffs, before ashamedly demurring himself to you once more when you turn your glare upon him. “His demonic patron remains trapped within a ring, Superior One, within a box, within your pack. He is a foolish little runaway slave, doomed to die here…”

“…With his stolen knowledge” the Cartographer whispers, a touch bitterly.

It’s clear to you that neither of these learned males considers Hapo a threat, at least, but rather laments the loss of the tomes and scrolls he absconded with.

What do YOU think?
>Hapo cannot be left to his own devices down here, cavorting with demons in the dark—you will use <Guidance> to find him, and kill him
>Leave, now, and let this place be Hapo’s tomb as it was for the dragon eggs, as it is for the barbed devils
>Use <Earth Tremor> to seal this place, and to bury any foolish kobold or devil who tarries too long in it—if your foes wish this ruin for their own, or a path to the surface, you shall make them WORK for it
>Write-in
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>>5311193
>Leave, now, and let this place be Hapo’s tomb as it was for the dragon eggs, as it is for the barbed devils

Fuck it he doesn't have the Demon. Let's just fucking go we've spent too much time here.
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>>5311193
Okay, great, we got ourselves a recurring antagonist... let's destroy this ring ASAP before it gets stolen back in the middle of the night.

>Use <Earth Tremor> to seal this place, and to bury any foolish kobold or devil who tarries too long in it—if your foes wish this ruin for their own, or a path to the surface, you shall make them WORK for it

I also support leaving if that gets more votes.
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>>5311193
>Use <Earth Tremor> to seal this place, and to bury any foolish kobold or devil who tarries too long in it—if your foes wish this ruin for their own, or a path to the surface, you shall make them WORK for it
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>>5311193
>Use <Earth Tremor> to seal this place, and to bury any foolish kobold or devil who tarries too long in it—if your foes wish this ruin for their own, or a path to the surface, you shall make them WORK for it

What was once buried shall be again
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>>5311193
>Use <Earth Tremor> to seal this place, and to bury any foolish kobold or devil who tarries too long in it—if your foes wish this ruin for their own, or a path to the surface, you shall make them WORK for it
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>>5311193
>Leave, now, and let this place be Hapo’s tomb as it was for the dragon eggs, as it is for the barbed devils

Please don’t destroy the dragon holy site
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I'm catching up to the quest. Why not kill the bug people and the broodmother?
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>>5311279
>muh diplomancy
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>>5311193
>Hapo cannot be left to his own devices down here, cavorting with demons in the dark—you will use <Guidance> to find him, and kill him
Time to end this nigga. The oldfags know that to truely get rid of a problem, you have to kill a motherfucker.
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>>5311279
Dark God solidarity, I imagine. We should talk to the Dragon Mother after this btw, get her input on all of this.
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>>5311293
Changing my vote from >>5311212 to this.
How many time did Zivic came back? Not a shadow of a chance shall be let to demons or occultists.
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>>5311193
>Hapo cannot be left to his own devices down here, cavorting with demons in the dark—you will use <Guidance> to find him, and kill him
No loose ends.
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>>5311291
No? We could easily kill them all with dragon fire.
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>>5311193
>Hapo cannot be left to his own devices down here, cavorting with demons in the dark—you will use <Guidance> to find him, and kill him
We rolled a 1 so I'm sure he's VERY likely to survive whatever we throw at him and come back later with control over that demon. Let's just clean up the mess before that bitch grows in power like the last quest...
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>>5311279
what >>5311291 said
please help us kill the queen now before those schizocoomers end up sticking dragon dicks in a repulsive maggot
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>>5311193
>Hapo cannot be left to his own devices down here, cavorting with demons in the dark—you will use <Guidance> to find him, and kill him
Destroying holy sites is a BAD thing
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>>5311193

>Leave, now, and let this place be Hapo’s tomb as it was for the dragon eggs, as it is for the barbed devils

We shouldn't hang around here, too dangerous. Better to get home, deliver our goods, and then return here with a much larger force to secure the mountain.
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Rolled 1 (1d2)

>>5311413
>>5311408
>>5311341
>>5311312
>>5311293
>>5311240
>>5311235
>>5311213
>>5311201
>>5311196
Hapo is a dangerous loose end—THIS, you know. Demonology isn’t your forte, but you know enough (especially after your encounter with Hapo and Hako as ‘Dragonwrought’) that you are none too eager to face some occult onslaught from the world below. You’re tempted to hunt him down right now, in fact, but…

>55% of voters vote to leave

No, that’s foolhardy. Down in the darkness dwell devils, including that devil leader you foresaw. Your forces are weak and tired. And what of the eggs? The tomes of knowledge? Will you risk these discoveries—potentially game-changing for the Reptilian Conspiracy—to hunt down a single rogue kobold?

The only question is how to prevent him from returning and wreaking some misguided vengeance…

>Of these, half vote to leave after collapsing the ruins
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>>5311193
>Use <Earth Tremor> to seal this place, and to bury any foolish kobold or devil who tarries too long in it—if your foes wish this ruin for their own, or a path to the surface, you shall make them WORK for it

Just seal it, don't destroy it
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>>5311526
Leave a message rekinding Hako that daemons are cringe
If we can collapse the access tunnels to the important chambers without burying them, I'd support it
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>>5311526
Voting to deal with Habo

>>5311527
>>5311531
Why not go kill Habo? We've already killed the demons.
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Rolled 7 (1d100)

>>5311527
>>5311531
Oh, hey, that works, too!

>>5311536
[Still outvoted slightly and also, come on, I'm mid-update.]

>>5311526
You don’t relish the thought of destroying your people’s history and legacy. This complex, or what remains of it, has been here for thousands of years, and it holds the greatness of the ancient Age for Scales! However, to give those of scalykind yet alive a chance to reclaim the surface—and under the righteous rule of true leadership, not some cloying kobold pretender—you cannot risk them falling into Hapo’s hands, OR those of the damned devils.

“Superior One, please!” the Translator begs.

“It does seem a waste,” the Cartographer notes, adding: “Speaking humbly and from a place of subservience, oh Dragonborn.”

“I will not destroy it all,” you reassure them. “Merely… A section. Enough to give the devils… And anyone else… Pause.

With a mighty stomp of your boot, and a spike of mana which sends shockwaves through the earth, you do just that: you send forth a tremor into this dead and dormant volcano, and bring stones down and magma roiling up. As you and your forces retreat, a portion of the complex—the rookery and the library wing already plundered for most or all of their value—are consumed by tectonic forces. Their secrets are locked away, in some cases forever, and an entry-point between the wider world-beneath and the mountain-home of the kobolds of Bloodrise is blocked off.

The march hope is a long one. Along the way, you stop by to retrieve injured Ohle…
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>>5311536
We haven't killed any demons. We've killed a small advance party of what I want to call spiky dwarves, because the given name of barbed devils is confusing. Their leader is still out there and according to Guidance has the potential to rock our shit. Not a good risk to take with the dragon eggs and ancient knowledge we just recovered.
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>>5311539
guys come on, we know where it is because of the cartographer's maps, and people had to build this place inside the volcano initially
we can always come back and UNseal it with more people with us
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>>5311539
>7

…But he is nowhere to be seen. Your kobold cohort search for him, Ivno and the others crying out his name into the dark, but no response ever comes. You eventually find the dagger you left him with, and fragments of the splint which one of the others had made for his broken arm, but this is the only clue as to his fate. It is a grim reminder that, even with the closure of that connection to the expanses of the subterranean realm, there remain dangers right here in Bloodrise proper.

In that spirit, you force your forces higher, and higher still, marching them (and even yourself) to the point of exhaustion until FINALLY you reach the more worn, lived-in caverns at the edge of the surface-world, where the kobolds of Bloodrise make their home.

In your clutches: the gifts of the past, and a promise for the future!

Running late for work, but I will continue with a post-mortem of your mission, and put up the next vote, ASAP!
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Why do we use swords? Bows and arrows I can understand, but why not max out unarmed?
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>>5311557
Because we got a rad relic sword and it was initially voted as backup
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>>5311699
You mean the wilting elf sword made of leaves?
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>>5311557
>>5311709
because we're a dragon who likes D100 things and not a fisting troglodyte
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>>5311732
I do not understand. I still have catching up to do though. I figured the bigger we get, the less frequently we'll need to use weapons and rely more on our claws due to less weapon swinging room. Kind of like the issue our big green dragonborn brother suffers through. It would be ideal to get a head start on unarmed proficiency for when we're older. Plus our claws are plenty shark right? Good for piercing and rending flesh, or relying on our bare knuckles like natural cestus's.
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>>5311550
Also been thinking. The jump ability. Can it only allow vertical lift? Can it aid in running jumps? Perpendicular jumps? Horizontal leaps? Dashing?
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>>5311759
>Can you <Jump> horizontally and diagonally
[Yes.]

>Swords
[You have a normal metal elf-sword in a leafweave sheathe, plus a moon-sword made of untanished white stone.]
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>>5311813
Why did we collapse the entrance to the secret lizard library? Are we gonna come back with a bunch of Kobolds to excavate everything, then haul it back to the forward base/home?
Can we "romance" (or the lizard people equivalent of that" Novice?
Is hand holding with outer lizard folk weird? Lewd even?
Can we duel wild the MELF and MOON swords?
Are silkscales the twins of Lizardpeople society?
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>>5312031
>Why collapse?
[The library was intended for the education of young dragons, and was adjacent to the rookery, where the barbed devils were entering through. It's also the last-known location of Hapo. In trying to interprwt a fairly close vote whwre the slim majority wanted to leave, a notable plurality wanted to end the threat of Hapo, and a good chunk of thsoe who eanted to leave also wanted to seal the ruins with Earth Tremor (but ideally not irreversibly destroy this monument to Reptilian heritage) I chose that as a middle path: aiming Earth Tremor to destroy and seal the areas where you had been, and taken most thjngs of value, while leaving the rest intact and MAYBE trapping or killing Hapo.]

>Can we excavate?
[Yep, but it'll be slower going to dig it up than it was to bury it.]

>Romancing the Novice
[Entirely doable, if you do it right.]

>Is holding hands weird to reptoids?
[By human standards, they are all touch-averse sociopaths with little to no sex drive. You're a little different, being a human hybrid. Same with the Degenerates, for the same reason. Kobolds are a bit different from the 'Master Race' in this regard, too. Simple gestures of affection and romance are likely to be interpreted as weakness, corruption, or a ploy... But the Novice, at least, DOES understand that you have a somewhat mammalian social and sexual drive. If you want to hold hands, cuddle, and coom without navigating a web of social conventions and seasonal hormonal fluctuations, you might be better served by an elf, a kobold, or a glowworm, but your call.]

>Can we dual wield?
[Yeah, but you're not very practiced at it.]

>Are silkscales twins?
[I'm not aure I understand the question. Silkscales, Steeltalons, the Dragonblooded, and Serpent Priests are the three main castes/clans of the Reptilian Master Race. Silkscales are lithe, lean, agile, and clever. The Steeltalons are direct, powerful, aggressive, and powerfully-built. The Dragonblooded are red-skinned, treated like nobility, and they breathe and reist fire. The Serpent Priests are tall, have long necks, are skilled in magic, and are essentially theocratic rulers of the society. They're all quite inbred and dissuaded from interbreeding to keep their groups distinct adnd uniquely useful for their own roles, which has become a matter of cultural convention over the aeons.]

[Posting soon! On my way home now.]
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[Roomie called a pizza and movie, will post after!]
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>>5312213
Silkscales = twinks
Even the males. PHAT. ASS.
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>>5311550
When you return to the kobold encampment—realistically, more of a village, but they have lived apart form this place for so long, among their stolen human amenities, that it requires great rebuilding—it is to a heroes’ welcome. Sadly, much of this welcome is not for you, but for your kobold minions. They are welcomed with open arms by the comrades they left behind, by females, by hatchlings. It is… Unsettling, to see such camaraderie and physical proximity in a reptilian race. They do not embrace, per se, but they clasp arms at times, they chatter excitedly amongst one another, they have clear… Bonds, beyond strategic alliance.

“Undignified,” the Translator notes.

“Slaves,” the Cartographer says, with a shrug.

The kobolds snap to attention and quickly assume a more rigid and proper deference when The bastard merges from an adjacent tunnel. He bows his head low, and the kobolds you tasked him with corralling and marshalling do likewise.

“I was gone only twenty-four hours!” you remark. “How did you manage such discipline?”

The Bastard looks surprised, and is uncertain how to reply. Under your expectant eye, though, he explains that you were gone for almost two whole days.

Well, THAT explains your exhaustion. You, as with all your race, have always had a natural talent for telling time below-ground, however. You are uncertain how you lost track… Perhaps an anomaly caused by the magic of the region? Maybe it was just the thrill of the battle, for that matter—you’re certainly tarting to feel it now.

“The Infiltrators, are they back yet?” you ask wearily.

The Bastard shakes his head.

“They have another day or two in which to make their return journey,” he says. “then, we will learn something of the local humans, and what to expect of them.”

You nod.

“And you, Superior One?” he asks, though you know he has seen the eggs extracted, and the full packs of your scholars.

You tilt your chin up proudly.

“A full success,” you say, “with only acceptable losses.”

The Bastard seems concerned when you tell him of the skirmish with the barbed devils (“Not true devils!” you tell him. “Perhaps a spiny race of dwarves?”), and doubly so when you tell him of Hapo.

“A persistent wretch, that one. Too stubborn to die. Twice over now, he survives you!”

You give him a stern look, and the Bastard looks downwards… But you sigh. He isn’t wrong.

“they will bother us no time in the near future,” you say. “The kobold may even be dead.”

“One can hope,” he replies.
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>>5312376
Your PERSONAL hero’s welcome comes when you return to the cavern-chamber where the Novice Fleshweaver has set up her mobile laboratory. There, she works tirelessly—as you did, you suppose—on her analysis and manipulation of the tissues of a mostly-mummified dragon hatchling, previously the catalyst for the deceitful ‘Dragonwrought’ transformation of Hako and lost-below Hapo. When he present to her the eggs, she practically falls upon them in giddy worship. No—it’s not worship. It’s secular and sinister in equal measures. She has the excitement of an exploiter born.

“Some things never change,” you note wryly. “Will you even thank your returning conqueror for his hard-won prizes?”

She hisses irritably, and replies: “You do your job, and I will do mine. I do not recall you singing MY praises, for MY triumphs!”

Glowie, at least, is predictably happy to see you. Though a massive, barely-anthropomorphic glow-worm in truth, she yet wears the Amulet of Disguise which grants her Reptilian guise: a slightly-distorted and modified version of the Novice’s own appearance, thickened in rear and tail to accommodate-by-proxy the worm-woman’s much larger back-half, which normally houses a dozen wriggling, peg-like legs. As it is, it just means that her embrace involves a long, thick tail coiled around you.

“What triumphs?” you ask the Novice, gently pushing Glowie away. You note that her skin looks… More authentic, more convincing up-close, and that her divergence from the Novice has grown more pronounced. The feel of her pliable, fleshy body beneath your claws is…

“Well, for one thing, I have further developed the worm’s Amulet of Disguise—quite applicable to disguising YOUR bizarre and unconventional form as well, oh Degenerateborn Quasi-Dragon.”
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>>5312414
Though she never denigrates you in such terms in public, for fear of her own status or respect for your inviting her on this expedition to begin with, the Novice is one of the scant few being alive privy to the secret of your birth. She alone, among all your retinue, knows you are no TRUE Dragonborn, but a heavily-modified human-Dragonblood-Silkscale mongrel, cooked up by a Degenerate half-human Infiltrator. It is, as she notes, one reason why conventional disguise spells have never worked well on you.

“You’re saying you can modify my form?” you ask. “Into… What?”

The Novice Fleshweaver hesitates, and you realize (with amusement AND annoyance) that she ahs overstated her case.

“I BELIEVE,” she says, “that I have devised a means to… Modify your appearance somewhat, yes. The theory, which is STILL being tested, is that through proper application of the Amulets, with MY advanced and prodigious Fleshweaving talents, I can create a amulet which does not merely DISGUISE, but which TARSNFORMS. An… Amulet of Elfshape, say, using the abundance of genetic material I gathered at our ‘diplomatic summit’.”

The Novice puts disparaging influence on the last two words. Not for the first time, you wonder if this female Serpent Priest, who so bullied you a short decade ago when you were both young, is JEALOUS of the time you spent alone with the dark elf leader Jazkarmel.

“Unless you can shrink me three or four feet in height, I doubt I would pass for one of the Drow,” you note.

“Skeptic! Small-minded One!” the Novice spits, then sighs. “But… Not incorrect. You would be a titanic elf… But for one such as me, or one of our Silkscale allies? It could be useful, if we wish to infiltrate their race more properly. And with a few abduction from the towns below… Or with what samples our Merchants and the Degenerate may bring back...”

“I see the potential,” you admit. “THEORETICALLY.”

“Do you?” the Novice asks, narrowing her eyes smugly.

You sigh, and tell her to spit it out.

“You have brought back DRAGON materials!” she exclaims, gesturing to the eggs again.

Your eyes widen.
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>>5312420
“I have studied the dragon MOST of all, PER your instructions oh Champion. I cannot make one such as you—or myself, for that matter—into a true dragon. But…”

“…But?” you ask, hating yourself for falling for this self-proclaimed prodigy’s game of self-aggrandizing call-and-response, but unable to bear the suspense.

“BUT,” she says, crossing her arms and forcing her tail not to lash with glee, “I think I can IMBUSE you with something of their essence, to make your ‘Dargonshape’ more permanent… More controlled!”

You imagine it: no more pinkish-brown tinge to your scales, no more hair in unusual places. A dragon, armoured, proud, tall and mighty, your Fearsome Presence a herald to your approach wherever you go!

“I might even be able to grow you some wings,” she whispers.

Your heart hammers. You’ve always dreamed of flying.

“The Dragonborn is going to moult! Metamorphose! Become brood-queen!”

You look at Glowie, hands clasped and body wiggling rhythmically in delight, and she corrects herself:

“King. Queen-equivalent. Sorry!” she smiles. “One king, one queen.”

You cough, turning away and trying to ignore the desirous bug-woman’s implication.

“What’s the catch?” you ask.

The Novice frowns and looks away.

“There are… Potential complications. And each attempt at this uses up some draconic material.”

“And the others of our race would regard it as sacrilege,” you note.

“Hypocrites!” she cries. “Father, the Chaplain… He authorized such experiments with the Great Green Dragon\s remains!”

“By full-fledges Fleshweavers,” you note. “NOT by a renegade Novice.”

“A fresh perspective is NEEDED,” she asserts… But then, she demures.

“Maybe… It should be tested on another first, though. It would be a shame to accidentally deform or destroy such a… UNIQUE specimen as yourself, False Dragonborn.”

Glowie stops swaying, and looks thoughtful, then raises her hand—volunteering.

“I was thinking a kobold,” the Novice shrugs. “Or The Bastard. He is… Like you, but lesser.”

What do you do?
>Authorize the Novice to begin testing her theories [specify on who: yourself, kobolds, the Bastard, Glowie?]
>Deny the Novice—tell her to stick to her other avenues of amulet-improvement instead
>You need to sleep on this—even pray on this—before you make a decision [divine consultation]
>These eggs and their potential are a threat to you—smash them
>Write-in
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>>5312422
>Authorize the Novice to begin testing her theories [The Junior Novice]

I voted on getting him in the first place as experiment fodder. Might as well test out this likely very dangerous procedure on him first. It's not like he does anything else.
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>>5312426
+1
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>>5312422
>Authorize the Novice to begin testing her theories [specify on who: yourself, kobolds, the Bastard, Glowie?]
Backing Junior Novice
we're gonna make that thing the BBEG
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>>5312422
>You need to sleep on this—even pray on this—before you make a decision [divine consultation]

We don't want to accidentally fleashwarp up a horrific pseudo-dragon abomination.

Besides aren't dragon eggs (even dead ones) valuable? I don't we should use in a half baked manner.
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>>5312422
>These eggs and their potential are a threat to you—smash them
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>>5312426
+1
Drill loyalty before too
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>>5312436
+1, take time to think things through
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>>5312422
>You need to sleep on this—even pray on this—before you make a decision [divine consultation]

Why not reach out and ask - there is no rush, she won’t do anything about it today
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>>5312422
Supporting Frankensteining Novice Junior
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>>5312465
>>5312457
>>5312444
>>5312439
>>5312436
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>>5312430
You take off your helm and take a seta upon a nearby stone-and-wood bench to consider the options carefully. The Dark Gods’ guidance would be invaluable here, but... Do you really need it? And, if they offer it, will you be obliged to accept it, even if you dislike their demands? As the old saying goes, ‘The Dark Gods help those who help themselves, because the helpless are feeble and deserve to perish.’

“Test your theories,” you allow, to the Novice’s muted delight and Glowie’s rather more exuberant response.

“Some sense rattles around in that quarter-ape skull, after all!” The Novice enthuses, unable to help herself from the little dig even as she ‘thanks’ you. Her eyes linger, though, as you self-consciously run your hand through your unkempt and matted mane of hair. “Hm, maybe not much of an ape-skull at all, once I’m done with it… Almost a shame.”

“What?” you ask.

“What?” she replies, then abruptly shifts back to the topic at hand: “I’ll need a dozen kobolds, young ones preferably—ones who can ENDURE.”

It hardly seems like a good way to build loyalty, you note. She scoffs.

“They’re KOBOLDS,” she says. “It’s what they’re FOR. The worm—”

“Glowie.”

“—GLOWIE is too DIFFERENT from us for it to work. I’m still not certain how her internal structures even work! Is there a skeleton in there?”

Glowie shies away a bit under the sudden intense scrutiny you and the Novice both fix upon her. Her disguised form offers little hints as to what lies below.

“There is another option,” you say.

Slowly, all three of you turn your gaze upon the pathetic creature which the Novice has unceremoniously trapped in a wooden cage in one corner: a creature of kobold size, ALMOST kobold shape, but distinctly un-kobold nature. A bristly, mangy, pinkish and scaleless thing stares back from between the bars, at first hopeful that you are here to let it out, and then wary as the Novice starts rattling with amusement.
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>>5312525

“The ‘dog-kobold’?” she asks.

“The Junior Novice,” you correct, for you named this curious creature—acquired from a swindling Silkscale merchant back home—in her dubious ‘honour’.

The Novice crosses her arms, laughter subsiding.

“You call it my junior,” she says, “but when I ask for something suitably freakish to replicate your own form, you present it proudly. Maybe we should call it the Junior Degenerateborn?”

“Perhaps,” you reply, “You should get to work.”

The Novice clucks at you and turns away.

“PERHAPS I will,” she says. “And what of you?”

“Torpor,” you say tiredly, standing up again to seek out your quarters here—your sure have some, or can quickly demand such.

“…Alone?” Glowie asks quietly.

You pause, and…

>Bid Glowie a good rest… In her OWN quarters, while you enjoy some meditative solitude
>Allow Glowie to accompany you for (CHASTE) snuggling
>Cheekily invite the Novice, though you know she’s unlikely to accept
>Actually, on second thought, might see what the deal is with these small, rather athletically-lithe kobold females…
>Might meditate with The Bastard, and discuss the change in his aura you sensed earlier, when he was commanding the kobolds
>Write-in
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>>5312530
Here's my write in :
>"You're right, Glowie. Maybe company will be good for me. Hey, Novice, do you need to torpor? That's what I thought... I'll go meditate"

>Might meditate with The Bastard, and discuss the change in his aura you sensed earlier, when he was commanding the kobolds
>On the extremely edge case Novice accept, be dumbstrucked.
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>>5312530
>Actually, on second thought, might see what the deal is with these small, rather athletically-lithe kobold females…
After
>"You're right, Glowie. Maybe company will be good for me. Hey, Novice, do you need to torpor? That's what I thought... I'll go meditate"
I’m still curious about our new kobold subjects.
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>>5312530
>Cheekily invite the Novice, though you know she’s unlikely to accept
>Might meditate with The Bastard, and discuss the change in his aura you sensed earlier, when he was commanding the kobolds
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>>5312536
Support

What IS the deal with these kobolds?
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>>5312530
Jesus christ, we need to get rid of Glowie as soon as possible. This isn't cute anymore.

>>5312534
+1
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>>5312422
>“A persistent wretch, that one. Too stubborn to die. Twice over now, he survives you!”
He only lives because we allow it.

>You need to sleep on this—even pray on this—before you make a decision [divine consultation]
>Write-in
Consider waiting for a few more days, or maybe a week for us to learn some more flesh weaving. Perhaps we can help.

>>5312530
>Actually, on second thought, might see what the deal is with these small, rather athletically-lithe kobold females…
>Might meditate with The Bastard, and discuss the change in his aura you sensed earlier, when he was commanding the kobolds

>>5312534
>>5312536
>>5312560
Wait so sleep with Glowie? Why?
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>>5312573
Not at all. We bait glowie, rebuke her by saying we prefer the real novice, then go meditate
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>>5312530
>Cheekily invite the Novice, though you know she’s unlikely to accept
>Might meditate with The Bastard, and discuss the change in his aura you sensed earlier, when he was commanding the kobolds
>Actually, on second thought, might see what the deal is with these small, rather athletically-lithe kobold females…

Why do a complete 180 in personality and start being a dick to Glowie for no reason.
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>>5312580
>>5312592
Wait, was that the implication? I thought we were inviting both to torpor with us.
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>>5312601
I think a lot of anons thought that but no it’s definitely a dig at Glowie. For absolutely no reason too.
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>>5312609
Then lets not do the dig at Glowie option. I know shes our friend and all, but let's not get weird and fuck the bug.
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>>5312617
I don’t understand why’d it’d suddenly be interpreted as OOC mean spirited, but if that’s the case I want to make it clear that I intended to invite both to torpor with us, not intentionally snub Glowie.
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>>5312620
Why invite both? Glowie and Novice had plenty of time to sleep, while we have not. Novice seems to want to put in the research from the dragon eggs, and Glowie is.....Glowie. Plus I think our guy needs to bet his meat behind a tree to take care of his hormones for a bit. Like alone.
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>>5312623
Hmm.....what if, no maybe not that. Social etiquette and ruined standing and all that. Fucking kobolds is a bad idea.
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>>5312534
Backlinking my IP >>5312580
It was intended as a lil bit on trolling on glowie. I want to be mean on that with her because consent is important.
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>>5312620
I would like to be clear that I did not intend this and I definitely want to intentionally snub Glowie. If that's too confusing I just want to meditate alone/with the Bastard.

>>5312592
>Why do a complete 180 in personality and start being a dick to Glowie for no reason.
She stopped being cute and started being creepy and horny.
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>>5312630
I noticed that sorta too. Perhaps it would be a good idea to discuss this with her, about her apparent horniness and how she should probably find another mate. In like, a very polite manner.
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>>5312530
Changing my vote >>5312560 to
>Actually, on second thought, might see what the deal is with these small, rather athletically-lithe kobold females…
>Allow Glowie to accompany you for (CHASTE) snuggling
>Cheekily invite the Novice, though you know she’s unlikely to accept
Fuck the 180 OOC snub.
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>>5312643
>OOC
It's literally the start of Thread 2. I strongly disagree that anything we do (short of rejecting the literal premise of the quest) is incapable of being naturally incorporated into our newborn MC, and if the QM disagrees he is welcome to veto.
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>>5312643
I fear the snuggling will lead to degeneracy, lick fucking the bug. Tis one of my fears.
I would be less afraid, were it possible to turn Glowie into a 100% lizard.
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>>5312630
Its honestly probably in in part because of MC being super pent up sexually, she can feel the effects of the "Royal Command" whose to say she cant feel the effects of repressed hormones if she can use our dna, that isnt to say that it wont provide us with a bonus for if we continue on our no nut shaman route, pure concentration on focusing on ignoring whores and aquiring hoard, very dragonlike and makes the bitches beg for our dick when the time is finally does come
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>>5312650
Maybe there is a way to turn her into 100% Lizard, would have to talk with Dragon Mother though. Also, I think the (CHASTE) part indicates that it won’t lead to degeneracy.

You know, I was digging the cute imouto Glowie in the beginning.
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>>5312530
>>5312534
+2
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>>5312655
I mean, possibly, but it doesn't make me like her any better.

>>5312674
>Also, I think the (CHASTE) part indicates that it won’t lead to degeneracy.
I think this represents the MC's original intentions, but if you don't think Glowie won't try to turn it into spooning you're ridiculous.

>You know, I was digging the cute imouto Glowie in the beginning.
Me too :(
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>>5312536
Change the
>"You're right, Glowie
Vote to
>Allow Glowie to accompany you for (UNCHASTE) snuggling, and invite the Novice as well
Fuck da haters
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>>5312530
>Might meditate with The Bastard, and discuss the change in his aura you sensed earlier, when he was commanding the kobolds
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>>5312530
>Bid Glowie a good rest… In her OWN quarters, while you enjoy some meditative solitude
>Cheekily invite the Novice, though you know she’s unlikely to accept
Could we please be cheeky to novice and then go meditate on what we have found, the deeds we have commited and advancement on dragon?
Yes, I'm a /fit/ard
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>>5312530
>Allow Glowie to accompany you for (UNCHASTE) snuggling, and invite the Novice as well
>Actually, on second thought, might see what the deal is with these small, rather athletically-lithe kobold females…
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>>5312623
Just to spend some time with them.

>>5312624
Didn’t Big Bro have a kobold harem that tended to his every whim? Sort of makes me hungry for some meat actually.
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>>5312713
If I recall correctly, big bro has a silkscale harem, kobolds are probably too far down the social hierarchy
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>>5312721
Was it Silkscales? That would make more sense I guess, it’s not like they’d be a harem of Steeltalons, right?
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Rolled 12, 8, 10, 5, 12 = 47 (5d20)

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You are too tired, and too conflicted, to let <appetite> move you to degeneracy. Still…

“You are right, Glowie. Maybe company will be good for me.”

Glowie’s eyes widen slightly, and she starts to stand.

“Hey, Novice Fleshweaver, do you need torpor? You are welcome to join me.”

The Novice flinches, and then turs around to stare at you in shock.

“Do not take liberties, or make assumptions, ‘Dragonborn’, simply because I GRACIOUSLY deigned to share my quarters with you. It is YOU, not ME, which is perpetually in-season!”

You stifle a laugh at her over-the-top denial. You’ve flustered her—a rare turnabout of her usual teasing.

“That's what I thought... I'll go meditate with the Bastard.”

The Novice returns to her word, body language speaking to great irritation and disruption. Her head is bowed over her work bench, her tail twitching and clawed foot tapping agitatedly.

Glowie stares after you, still half-risen, as she was when you jokingly approved of her (you suspect decidedly unchaste) idea. Her expression and body language are… Difficult for you to read, uncanny despite her reptilian guise, but you think she might be… Sad? What is going on with her?

You turn your attentions to meditation, decompressing from your recent adventure in the mountain-depths. The Bastard joins you, and guide you to the ‘room’ of this warren-like complex of manually-widened natural caverns and crevices which will serve as quarters for the two of you commanding, quasi-draconic males of the Master Race. As you meditate together, you confirm what you had earlier sensed was no fluke: the Bastard’s aura of dragonliness has grown, strengthened in your time apart.

“It has?” he asks, surprised. “I supposes… Maybe it is the leadership role? The commanding of kobolds? It does feel… Right, somehow. Natural.”

Hm. Curious. Dominion and domination of lesser reptiles IS part-and-parcel to dragonhood. Maybe, to grow his confidence and to bolster his dragon-soul, more leadership opportunities are what is required? As a youth less than two decades of age, ‘mentoring’ this older, clanless assassin is an odd prospect, but you suppose that is YOUR role as the most-dominant…
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>>5312781

>12
…Regardless, the Bastard continues to be frustrated by the same meditative exercise in which you take comfort and find inner growth. He tries, but eventually you both resign yourself to torpor. You, at least, feel as if today—or the last TWO days, really?—have been a period of personal growth.

Choose one stat to improve:
>Swordsmanship
>Archery
>Intimidation
>Divination

When you awake, you find that the Bastard ahs already left. With a start, you realize you have slept a full EIGHT HOURS—twice your usual, natural torpor! You MUST have been tired. With no more time to waste, you rise, don your armour, and set about your day. It will be another day or so before your Infiltrators return from the human settlements beyond the foothill forests.

What do you do in the meantime? Choose no more than three, please:
>Learn more about kobold culture [specify if there’s anything in particular you wish to learn]
>Drill the kobolds in readiness for attacks from below, and plan further excavations of the ruins
>Practice dual-wielding your swords
>Help the Novice in the lab, and see if you can gain a better understanding of her craft
>Borrow and study some of the tomes taken from the ancient library
>Explore the surrounding mountain range
>Have a talk with Glowie—she’s been behaving strangely, and you wish to get to the bottom of this
>Attempt to commune with a deity for advice [specify if you have one in mind, or what you wish to know]
>Find somewhere private to ‘settle’ your sexual frustration, though of course it is sinful and sickeningly mammalian to do so
>Write-in
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>>5312793
>Intimidation
>Have the Bastard drill the kobolds in readiness for attacks from below, and plan further excavations of the ruins.
>Practice dual-wielding your swords
>Borrow and study some of the tomes taken from the ancient library
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>>5312793
>Intimidation
>Have the Bastard drill the kobolds in readiness for attacks from below, and plan further excavations of the ruins.
>Borrow and study some of the tomes taken from the ancient library
>Explore the surrounding mountain range
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>>5312793
>Intimidation

Why fight when we can make them cower in fear

>Drill the kobolds in readiness for attacks from below, and plan further excavations of the ruins
>Borrow and study some of the tomes taken from the ancient library
>Have a talk with Glowie—she’s been behaving strangely, and you wish to get to the bottom of this
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>>5312793
>Swordsmanship

>Learn more about kobold culture [specify if there’s anything in particular you wish to learn]
>Drill the kobolds in readiness for attacks from below, and plan further excavations of the ruins
Kobolds in general? Maybe things they like so we can build up a better rapport with them, in addition to making schemes to make them like us more.
>Have a talk with Glowie—she’s been behaving strangely, and you wish to get to the bottom of this
Gotta nip it in the bud.

>>5312845
>>5312863
Why intimidation, and why the choices you've chosen?
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>>5312901
Well because killing would be faster wouldn't it? Oh you mean using intimidation to cow the kobolds? Why not train up leadership then?
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>>5312903
Intimidation is because of the inevitable dragon ascension we'll have
Bastard drill kobolds to prep is to get his dragon soul going, in case shit goes wrong in the nexr few story posts, and to help the kobolds git gud especially since the surviving ones with us must have told the rest the kind of shit we faced down there
Tomes because reading is power
Explore mountain range to get some nice free time alone, to see what's where in case of human attack, and in case there's other hidden caves or secret routes into (or out of) the mountains
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>>5312793
>Swordsmanship

>Have a talk with Glowie—she’s been behaving strangely, and you wish to get to the bottom of this
>Borrow and study some of the tomes taken from the ancient library
>Explore the surrounding mountain range

Great job on the write in guys. In succeeded in its one job of making Glowie sad.
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>>5312793

>Swordsmanship

>Drill the kobolds in readiness for attacks from below, and plan further excavations of the ruins
>Borrow and study some of the tomes taken from the ancient library
>Have a talk with Glowie—she’s been behaving strangely, and you wish to get to the bottom of this
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>>5312903
Pretty much the same reasoning as >>5312908 except that by practicing dual wielding we might also get a free sword(s) improvement on top of the intimidation
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>>5312793
>Divination

>Have a talk with Glowie—she’s been behaving strangely, and you wish to get to the bottom of this
that was kinda a dick write in for her

>Borrow and study some of the tomes taken from the ancient library
>Explore the surrounding mountain range
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>>5312793
>Swordsmanship

>Have a talk with Glowie—she’s been behaving strangely, and you wish to get to the bottom of this
>Borrow and study some of the tomes taken from the ancient library
>Explore the surrounding mountain range

I’m voting to fuck Glowie now because of how retarded that write in was.
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>>5312793
>Archery
>Drill the kobolds in readiness for attacks from below, and plan further excavations of the ruins
>Borrow and study some of the tomes taken from the ancient library
>Explore the surrounding mountain range

>>5312915
>>5312969
>>5312974
>noooo you can't vote to hurt my maggot wife's feelsies, i-it's out-of-character!
I'm sorry to break it to you, r/niceguys, but QM doesn't give a fuck what happens to your virtual cumdump.
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>>5313036
>wife
Ew never, but she is still a fren.
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>>5313036
+1
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>>5313036
It's true -- I am entirely prepared to write a Dragonborn that is temperamental, hostile, platonically friendly, OR romantically/sexually interested in Glowie, or any other character. Consider no route unattainable, though some are easier than ithers, nonr will get me to write actual smut, and there may be consequences.
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>>5312793
>Divination

>Learn more about kobold culture
>Practice dual-wielding your swords
>Help the Novice in the lab, and see if you can gain a better understanding of her craft
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>>5313078
There are no female friends on /qst/. Someone is already voting to fuck her and it was gonna be this way since the beginning and only gonna get worse.
>>5313129
Sometimes you just scare me, RQM.
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>>5312793
>Divination
>Practice dual-wielding your swords
>Help the Novice in the lab, and see if you can gain a better understanding of her craft
>Borrow and study some of the tomes taken from the ancient library
Magic, and draconic related
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>>5313160
Fear is one of the possible consequences, yes.
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>>5313165
Hope you still enjoy writing despite the maggotfuckery, RQM. Guess it's easier with the level of detachment to choices you seem to have.
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Is it wrong that I want to bend Novice over a table and fuck her through a table? She got wide egg laying hips.
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>>5313187
We could reject her? Why worsen our relationship if that’s why? Friends exist between opposite sexes just vote to not fuck her if that’s what you want. Don’t actively worsen the relationship for no reason. It’ll have personal and mechanical consequences to our character.
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>>5312793
>Divination
>Learn more about kobold culture [koboldgirls]
>Attempt to commune with a deity for advice [Mother of Dragons]
>Find somewhere private to ‘settle’ your sexual frustration, though of course it is sinful and sickeningly mammalian to do so
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>>5312793
>Intimidation

>Learn more about kobold culture [koboldgirls]
>Drill the kobolds in readiness for attacks from below, and plan further excavations of the ruins
>Help the Novice in the lab, and see if you can gain a better understanding of her craft
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>>5313165
What would happen if we grabbed a harem of kobold gurls? Become a social outcast, or can we "fake it til we make it" hard enough that our status as a Dragonborn outshines our "degeneracy?"
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>>5313293
>What would happen if we grabbed a harem of kobold grills?
Mmm… what a feast.

You can consider >>5313129 to be gospel, all routes are achievable, you just have to work for them.
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>>5312793
>Archery
>Find somewhere private to ‘settle’ your sexual frustration, though of course it is sinful and sickeningly mammalian to do so
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>>5313313
Then I will 100% devote my time towards acquiring a harem of bottom heavy kobolds, Novice, and maybe a Steeltalons with thighs strong enough to crush boulders to powder.
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Bookanons, do you think we should commune with the Beholder before or after we start reading? I’m just wondering if there’s some synergy to be had in knowledge pursuits.

>>5313239
Anon be irrational. You can decide not to fucc da bug and still be friends with a princess of another race, not antagonize our race’s proto-successor because you’re autistic in your relationships.
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>>5313330
You gotta know that initalizing a communion with a god requires a sacrifice, and I vaguely recall that one of the dark gods hates us, or at least dislikes us. It might be the beholder, so that's something to consider.
As in, lets not do that. We also need to make some offerings for Death and Dragon Ascent to pay out or question debts to them, lest they choose to to take their worth by force.
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>>5313335
I highly doubt the beholder has ill will towards us, hes been very generous with his boons of divination, if its any of the dark gods that has it out for us its the persecutor, us being a degenerate leading a ragtag team of degenerates is a huge spit in the face to the literal god of eugenics and pure blood
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>>5313329
You’d think you’d change your vote to koboldgirls then. Either way, I hope you have your fun.

>>5313335
The God that hates us is the God of Laws and Chastity, though I don’t know if he actually hates us or our mother. We don’t know if he believe we’re culpable in the sins of our mother.

The Beholder may actually approve of us acquiring knowledge btw.
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>>5313363
From thread 1:
>>THE PERSECUTOR SOUGHT TO PURIFY YOUR RACES OF TAINT AND WEAKNESS WITH HIS CASTE SYSTEM, HIS TRADITIONS AND LAWS, HIS CHASTITY… BUT HE DISCOURAGED YOU TO STRIVE, TO ADVANCE. HA, HE MUST LOATHE YOUR TAINTED HERITAGE, AND WHAT YOU ARE BECOMING WITH YOUR BAND OF MISFITS AND OUTCASTS.
>The thought of a Dark God (and one you have such little direct knowledge of) being aware of an actively ANTAGONISTIC towards you is an alarming one. You gulp.

I don't know who the persecutor is. yet.

>>5313366
OOOOOOOH! Okay thanks guys.

>>5312793
Changing vote:
>Swordsmanship
>Learn more about kobold culture [kobold girls]
>Drill the kobolds in readiness for attacks from below, and plan further excavations of the ruins
>Help the Novice in the lab, and see if you can gain a better understanding of her craft
Gotta improve our relation with Novice so we can make her a part of our harem.
QM? How big are we, and how big are kobolds? Would we be able to "fit", or would it be like trying to fit a freight train through a small pipe?
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>>5312793
>Archery
>Learn more about kobold culture [kobold girls]
>Borrow and study some of the tomes taken from the ancient library
>Find somewhere private to ‘settle’ your sexual frustration, though of course it is sinful and sickeningly mammalian to do so
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>>5313450
What about training the kobolds for our return for the library? Shouldn't we prepare for that? What if the spikey bois try to excavate and steal more things while we're gone?
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>>5313454
I thought that’s what the
>Have the Bastard drill the kobolds in readiness
thing was for? Wouldn’t that also help him become more dragon-like as well? I see letting the Bastard train them as killing two birds with one stone.
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>>5313472
[The defensive drills and plans for an excavation would be separate matters, as they're very different operations.]
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>>5313511
Can we cum inside kobold ladies?
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>>5313600
Your hurry to join the Bastard in his morning drills with the kobolds, eager to see how they are progressing—and the Bastard, for that matter! He really does seem more poised and confident, DRACONIC even, when he is standing tall before a line of kobolds drilling group skirmish and flanking tactics.

“They’re naturals,” he notes as you approach, turning only long enough to give you a bow of respect before returning to his charges. “I think they might be more experienced than us, at least in large-scale warfare. While our people have been sending out Infiltrators, assassins, individuals… The kobolds have been living together, fighting alongside each other, in teams.”

“How many kobolds does it take to equal a single member of the Master Race, though?” you ask quiet.

The Bastard laughs quietly, and shrugs.

“If it takes two, even three, these hundred kobolds in this mountain village could destroy our forces—even WITH our missing membership returned. They have pitifully little in the way of subterranean fungus-crops, or livestock—they live as raiders and hunters, exclusively. They are warriors.”

That gives you pause.

“Why DO they follow?” you ask. “Just because I am—because WE are dragons, as they see things?”

The Bastard nods, then stops and shakes his head.

“They have lived here in isolation, but they have never stopped telling the tales. They live now in a village of a hundred—almost all of them cousins, their numbers ever thinned by predators, by battle with their neighbours, by famines and cave-ins. They remember when they thrived in throngs of THOUSANDS, Dragonborn. Just like us… They remember the old times.”

“But they are free now,” you note. “Or… Were so, before we arrived, or before Hapo and Hako played their little joke as ‘Dragonwrought’.”

“A kobold does not wish to be free,” the Bastard observes. “A kobold wishes to serve strength, and to be rewarded and recognized for service. They do not compete for individual glory, but rather for recognition... And recognition as a family unit, as a clan, is better still.

And so you watch as he drives them, harangues and bullies them… And rewards them. Every word of praise drives the kobold on the receiving end to strive harder, to redouble efforts, and the others stare in envy, even as they regard you both with lasting wariness. They recognize your authority... But they do not yet trust you.
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>>5313619

“…Their females fight alongside the males,” you note.

You can hardly fail to notice those surprisingly-wide hips. They lack the full rear and tail of the Novice—or Glowie’s false form, even more pronounced and serpentine!—but they have definite sexual dimoprphism once you get used to the local flavour. They males’ horns are longer, the females’ bodies carry more fan and have softer edges. All of them are lean with hard time and the vagaries of battle and labour, however, and all adults practice the drills.

(You feel your <appetite> piqued, and idly wonder how their small, tight bodies would… Accommodate… One of your size. You dismiss the intrusive thought—you are DRAGONBORN, no slave-diddler.)

“They do,” the Bastard acknowledges. “So do ours. The Novice and… That other one. They fight, when we all must.”

“Their females fight as well as their males,” you clarify.

“Better!” the Bastard adds half-jokingly, with a laugh. “The kobolds have long served the Mother of Dragons here, I gather. They were primarily nest-attendants in old days, and treasure-counters. Maybe that’s why they’re fertile so often…”

You blink.

“What?” you ask, not sure you heard right.

“Oh, yes,” the bastard notes, suddenly embarrassed at his observation. “They owe their population not to larger clutches of eggs, but shorter gestation, and more frequent… Ah…”

“They go into heat annually?” you ask, surprised.

The bastard shakes his head, and for a moment you think they are more like your own race’s females—pore only to a semi-annual season of fertility and desire.

“Once every six months,” the Bastard whispers, scandalously. “Sometimes three times, if weather and food permit.”

You watch the females running their laps, leaping and dodging obstacles on a course through a mountain pass which the Bastard has set up. The males are there too, yes… But you watch the females.

“By the Dark Gods,” you murmur, feeling very warm and constricted in your armour as you watch their tails sway.

>>5313584
(You bet they’d stretch. Nnf.)
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>>5313621
>>5313621
You hastily retire from the training-ground, returning to the mountain’s interior to calm yourself. To stem your indecent arousal, you taking reading from your retinues new collection of books, charts, and maps… Especially those about divination by stars and naturals signs, and those relating to the local area.

>+Divination

Though the ethnographies and political geographies are sadly out-of-date, by centuries or even millennia, you learn quite a bit about the natural environs and weather of this area… And how this, and the star-ordained fates, dictate how and where settlements and nations arise here. Where the kobolds currently dwell, great powers have long been nested. The mountain interior, properly utilized and with the volcano active, is a perfect fortress for those incline in fire-magic, denying entry from below and offering power in the form of natural earth-mana to the defenders, as well as an excellent terrain advantage to the mountaineer (or those who, like a dragon, can soar above the difficult, army-stymying ravines and chasms.

Elsewhere, in the forests below, the woodland is lush and replete with opportunity for smaller groups, fed on game and grouse, fruit and berry. Rarely does a lasting power of note form here, for there is rarely need to band together in great number… Save when aggravated by the mountain above and, with the plentiful food often available negotiation is often easier than rebellion. That humans dwell there now, untamed, is a quirk of your own race’s fallen fortune… But a lack of known natural resources easily accessible to ignorant surfacers explains why no great human kingdom has come from the further forests and plains to extend their dominion hence.

The real resources are further into the mountain, and deeper down. You have heard kobolds grumble of dwarves, their natural enemies in this place—of dwarven ‘corporations’ of prospectors scoping out veins of ore or clusters of gems, or other earthborn valuables, and setting up company-towns around them.

“They don’t retreat, even when it’s foolish! Kill kobolds for nothing of use! Just…. ‘Honour’.”

“They hold grudges… Never forgive, never forget. Raid because MUST! Dwarf says, ‘raiders must die,’ and they mean raider’s hatchlings and siblings, also.”

“They dismantle kobold traps… And leave critiques! Little notes, insulting workmanship! Easy for dwarf to say, all fat on iron, buying food instead of hunt!”

Studying the star-charts tells you where magic and fates form confluence most often, aside from the place where you and your kobolds currently dwell—a messy intersection of leylines at the ‘heart’ of the mountains. The mountains are home to many small dwarven settlements… But their central trading hub will be THERE, wheree the mountains begin to wear down and flatten with age, and where there is greater access to the sea.
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>>5313632
You close your tome and summon the last member of your retinue, to whom you have not spoken much or checked in on: the Thief, a Silkscale male branded with a mark of shame for theft from a superior, and betrayal of his betters among the Master Race. He h as proven invaluable as a scout, and you ask him his opinion on exploring the mountains.

“We could muster an expedition,” he muses quietly, as quietly as he does and says most things. “Would we be raiding, treating, or avoid the dwarves?”

>Raid the dwarves—steal their things, drive them out of your mountain, and put them on warning
>Open negotiations with these mammals, at least for now—the kobolds of Bloodrise have a new master, and he wishes to trade goods and knowledge
>Avoid them, and observe from afar; chart them, their numbers and resources, their comings and goings… But avoid discovery
>OPEN WAR—destroy all dwarves, in a brutal blitzkrieg

“And what of the other mammals?” the Thief asks.

You stare daggers at him.

“Apologies, Superior One,” he grimaces, bowing low. “I… Was coming to tell you. While you have been busying yourself, so too have I. I have been scouting the woodlands below, keeping watch for our returning forces. There are… Adventurers, I suppose. Queerly-attired mammals, a half-elf and some humans, and a little one—halfling. They have been snooping around the abandoned human-turned-kobold settlement.

This is a concern—if they find kobolds, they may kill them, or capture them for information. If nobody interrupts their ransacking of the twice-abandoned village, they may see this as sign of kobold weakness and come further up the mountain in search of glory and treasure… But then, you could always withdraw, you suppose, or silence them most brutally.

What do you do about the adventurers?
>Let them snoop—just make sure nobody sees you or your forces
>Send a force down to destroy them, before these ‘adventurers’ can report anything back
>Confront them directly, and announce your dominion of this place—it is YOURS, and you will not cower from monkeys in your own wood!

[Write-ins are allowed. Please also specify where you, personally, want to go (ie. staying put, going deeper into the mountain, or heading down-the-mountain to deal with the adventurers)]
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>>5313634
>Open negotiations with these mammals, at least for now—the kobolds of Bloodrise have a new master, and he wishes to trade goods and knowledge
>Send a force down to destroy them, before these ‘adventurers’ can report anything back
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>>5313644
Oh yeah and go to the negotiations. I'm sure something can be worked out with the Dwarves, maybe even some conversion. I'm at least hoping for a understanding based on hatred for the spiky scavengers. I'm guessing they're at thorn for the dwarves too.
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>>5313634
>Avoid them, and observe from afar; chart them, their numbers and resources, their comings and goings… But avoid discovery
>Find and open negotiations with the SPIKY dwarves. Perhaps for a joint raid/war on the mammals (dwarves).

Actually thinking about it the spiky dwarves seem more like the type of race who would indulge in dark god worship. I'm sure they hate the regular Dwarf's for one reason or another and seem to be pragmatic scavengers. I'm sure they would see reason for an alliance despite the fighting earlier. They should at least know our fighting power is nothing to scoff at. We're somewhat of a leader of outcasts and so they would fit right in. A dark underground alliance would be pretty cool with us, the drow, and the scavengers.

>Send a force down to destroy them, before these ‘adventurers’ can report anything back
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>>5313634
>Avoid them, and observe from afar; chart them, their numbers and resources, their comings and goings… But avoid discovery

>Send a force down to destroy them, before these ‘adventurers’ can report anything back

Fuck a kobold while we have the time
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>>5313634
>Avoid them, and observe from afar; chart them, their numbers and resources, their comings and goings… But avoid discovery
>Find and open negotiations with the SPIKY dwarves. Perhaps for a joint raid/war on the mammals (dwarves).
>Send a force down to destroy them, before these ‘adventurers’ can report anything back

Only if they get the fuck out of the ruins ally
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>>5313679
+1
Eiffel tower with bastard to improve draconic bond
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don’t fuck a random kobold please
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>>5313675
+1
I do not support random coomerism.
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>>5313634
>Avoid them, and observe from afar; chart them, their numbers and resources, their comings and goings… But avoid discovery

>Send a force down to destroy them, before these ‘adventurers’ can report anything back
Have kobolds harass them with guerilla tactics
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>>5313723
Then why don't we recruit a thicc kobold lady into our retinue?
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>>5313750
(you)
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>>5313634
>Avoid them, and observe from afar; chart them, their numbers and resources, their comings and goings… But avoid discovery
They could be in league with or thrall to the leader guy we saw in the vision. He's still at large
>Send a force down to destroy them, before these ‘adventurers’ can report anything back
No survivors
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>>5313785
Supporting this
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>>5313799
>>5313785
>>5313727
>>5313723
>>5313687
>>5313684
>>5313679
>>5313675
>>5313644
You command the Thief and Cartographer to lead an expedition into the so-called ‘dwarven mountains’ plotting their routes, resources, and held territories.

“As for the so-called adventurers,” you snarl, “END them.”

“Your will shall be done” the Bastard agrees, bowing.

“And what force will you accompany, Superior One?” the Thief asks.

You will…
>Stay here, and maybe attempt to make some conversation—and maybe find common-ground—with a fat-bottomed kobold girl
>Journey down into the Bloodrise once more, to attempt to bond with the spiky, dwarf-like (?) barbed devils, to ally against the dwarves
>Join the dwarf-territory expedition
>Go to meet the adventurers in glorious battle
>Have a long-overdue discussion with Glowie about boundaries and consent
>Write-in

[Closing one vote, streamlining another]
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>>5313801
>Journey down into the Bloodrise once more, to attempt to bond with the spiky, dwarf-like (?) barbed devils, to ally against the dwarves
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>>5313801
>Journey down into the Bloodrise once more, to attempt to bond with the spiky, dwarf-like (?) barbed devils, to ally against the dwarves
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>>5313801
>Stay here, and maybe attempt to make some conversation—and maybe find common-ground—with a fat-bottomed kobold girl
When we gonna get a normal friend that's not grumpy (novice), horny (glowie), or simpy (followers)?
I wanna get nasty with some hand holding.
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>>5313801
>Journey down into the Bloodrise once more, to attempt to bond with the spiky, dwarf-like (?) barbed devils, to ally against the dwarves

Please no fat bottomed reptiles
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>>5313801
>>Have a long-overdue discussion with Glowie about boundaries and consent
Nip the bug-squashing in the bud
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>>5313817
Life has no meaning without phat bottom bolds.
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>>5313801
>Go to meet the adventurers in glorious battle

GLORIOUS BATTLE AWAITS
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>>5313825
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VMnjF1O4eH0
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>>5313801
>Journey down into the Bloodrise once more, to attempt to bond with the spiky, dwarf-like (?) barbed devils, to ally against the dwarves
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>>5313829
Please spoiler this next time lmfao
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>>5313855
I forgot to make it spoiler.
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>>5313801
>Stay here, and maybe attempt to make some conversation—and maybe find common-ground—with a fat-bottomed kobold girl
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>>5313801
>Stay here, and maybe attempt to make some conversation—and maybe find common-ground—with a fat-bottomed kobold girl
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>>5313801
>Go to meet the adventurers in glorious battle
TO BATTLE!
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>>5313801
>Go to meet the adventurers in glorious battle
>>5313239
>>5313330
You're delusional if you think that faggots who want to fuck the bug won't vote to fuck her as soon as they get an opportunity regardless of our choices.
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>>5313806
I will also support meeting the adventurers in battle. I just want to stop the slavefucker menace.
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>>5313821
Backtracking; changing my vote to
>Go to meet the adventurers in glorious battle
>>5313914
You're right. It's Foxanon all over again. Why can't we get anything nice? Because of you degenerate coomers.
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>>5313914
>>5313915
I can't believe there are normal players in this quest, please vote more often. Also consider giving the worm a boot before MC does something regrettable.
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>>5313923
I've voted in nearly every update this and last thread, I just changed IPs halfway through.

>consider giving worm the boot
>>5312570
Way ahead of you.
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>>5313923
>>5313929
I'm IP-hoping but voting almost all updates.
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>>5313801
>Go to meet the adventurers in glorious battle

Lets make sure the kobols murder the mage first, not join at the start of the skirmish.
Reminder WE CANNOT risk discovery by the wider civilization, we join in either to crush the adventurers or block their avenues of escape.
This is the same reason why I'm against joining the scouting party, dwarfs might be too entrenched for us to blitz without the our martial reinforcements.
We could also further novice's research by bringing her some live subjects
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>>5313801
>Stay here, and maybe attempt to make some conversation—and maybe find common-ground—with a fat-bottomed kobold girl
If only to wind up the whiners.
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>Go to meet the adventurers in glorious battle.

I think the adventurers are a more direct threat than the dwarfs, who seem to mostly only fight the kobalds when they interfere with their mining or in retaliation raids.
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>>5313817
>>5313821
>>5313828
>>5313854
>>5313897
>>5313898
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You mull over the half-formed notion of an alliance of some sort with the barbed ‘devils’—those dark-dwelling beings who, as pragmatic scavengers of the deep places, MAY be open to alliance and to conversion to the Dark Gods. With THEIR aid, a raid on dwarven settlements could be possible, and mutually beneficial! However, to even find them, you would need to reopen the tunnels and ruin-rooms which your magic collapsed, and if such a diplomatic effort failed you would face threats on THREE fronts. You dismiss the idea for now…

And you likewise shake off the persistent notion of staying behind to ‘familiarize yourself with the local culture.’ You have been walking around in a persistent state of arousal ever since your earlier discussion of kobold females, kept in check only by your well-honed self-mastery, but this is NOT the time. These new and more pressing developments take precedent!

(And anyway, none of these kobold females have quite the same girth and squeezability that… Well, moving on.)

Instead. You resolve to join your forces in repelling—nay, DESTROYING UTTERLY—the adventurers invading your domain. You wanted no reports going back to the so-called ‘civilization’ down below the hills of Bloodrise; now, this is doubly the case, for word CANNOT get out of the Reptilian Master Race, which has so long operated in shadows… Nor of you, nor the Dragonborn Project.

How will you destroy the adventurers?
>Bring the Bastard and your full force of kobold warriors, to surround and annihilate them through force of numbers
>Go in with Glowie—she IS surprisingly strong and stealthy—and with a smaller force, perfect for a surgical assassination
>Go alone, assume <Improved Dragonshape>, and burn the abandoned settlement—and all the adventurers in it—to ash, hunting and killing any who manage to escape
>Ask the Novice for a subtler method—poison, magic-or other such methods which will leave no trace that you were ever there
>Write-in
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>>5313825
We were featured in Furry Space Empress Quest alongside a jew and a blue space monke. Is this good, bad or horrible?
>>5313929
Nice
>Way ahead of you
Saw that post, ye. I wanted her out the second I realized my mistake of giving worms benefit of the doubt, after RQM confirmed that Foxxy could've been an ally. Little did I know, it'd turn into worst kind of degeneracy and it was QM who made the maggot try to seduce incel anons, not the other way around.
I just wanted a based alliance of reptilians and Zergs, where we bring humans to their knees together >:l
>>5313942
Oh nice. I'm a phonefag, trying to vote every update, but inevitably missing some.
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>>5313801
>Go to meet the adventurers in glorious battle.


Changing vote. Now’s not the time for coom when we’re dealing with stuff. The anons who are threatening to squash the bug and are generally just hostile to women because they’re afraid we’ll fuck them are annoying, though. You don’t HAVE to be an asshole to Glowie, you can vote against any sort of romance when the vote comes up, the only reason we’re getting bombarded with reminders of her hormones is because we voted to DELAY it by pussy footing around.
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>>5314090
>Bring the Bastard and your full force of kobold warriors, to surround and annihilate them through force of numbers
Blitzkrieg.
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>>5314090
>Go in with Glowie—she IS surprisingly strong and stealthy—and with a smaller force, perfect for a surgical assassination

Have the talk with her and kill the mages. Multi-task
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>>5314096
You are correct that Glowie's shift is deliberate, and her persistence was because of the lack of direct rejection.

Also, you're a vote behind.

>>5314095
The fact that someone considers my work worth mentioning in tandem with Space Monke Supreme Ruler is extremely flattering.
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>>5314111
+1
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>>5314090
>Bring the Bastard and your full force of kobold warriors, to surround and annihilate them through force of numbers
Does Novice have the amulet ready to hide our appearance? We want no chance of people discovering us.
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>>5314090
>Bring the Bastard and your full force of kobold warriors, to surround and annihilate them through force of numbers

Encircle then kill, there cannot be an avenue of escape for them
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And then we can bond with that cute kobold girl. The sooner we're rid of the hormones, the more powerful the post nutt clarity.
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>>5314111
+1
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>>5314134
Stop.
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>>5314090

>Go in with Glowie—she IS surprisingly strong and stealthy—and with a smaller force, perfect for a surgical assassination
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>>5314090
>Go in with Glowie—she IS surprisingly strong and stealthy—and with a smaller force, perfect for a surgical assassination
Fast and decisive
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>>5314090
>Bring the Bastard and your full force of kobold warriors, to surround and annihilate them through force of numbers
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>>5314090
>Go in with Glowie—she IS surprisingly strong and stealthy—and with a smaller force, perfect for a surgical assassination
We may want to take this time to tell her how were feeling about the whole bug fuckery so she understands were not interested, it may be helpful to say we might help her find that partner but its not us
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>>5314114
>worth mentioning in tandem with Space Monke Supreme Ruler
Told you your writing is great, anons might not talk that much of RI/DA quests, but they sure af don't go unnoticed. That's what you get for being a sentient typewriter capable of putting out two quality updates a day for several months.
>>5314143
Don't give (You)s, just let the /trash/ wither and die with chaste votes, anon.
>>5314292
I can't wait for this to end in coomfuckery the second the conversation-topic vote rolls in.
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>>5314292
What do you mean not interested? We’re going to fuck her until she has enough dragon juice for five colonies worth of bugs.
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>>5314292
see 5314323
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>>5314324
I’m only voting for it because of they write in. I was fine with a platonic friendship but that write in was such a retard move that it broke my brain. Now we must fuck her in atonement.
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>HNNNG I suddenly must fuck the MAGGOT-FACTORY because anon dared to insult my QWEEN'S FEELINGS and that's OOC
said the newfag shitter trying to justify his ooc bullshit
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>>5314090
>Ask the Novice for a subtler method—poison, magic-or other such methods which will leave no trace that you were ever there
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gonna be honest only the judgement of the Novice is preventing me from getting Glowie mega preggo

if we had some way of concealing the act from her I'd be down to found the bug kingdom
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>>5314391
We could tell Glowie to keep our “relations” a secret. It’s not like Glowie doesn’t already act overly horny for us anyways. The Novice probably wouldn’t be able to tel the difference.
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>>5314090
>Go in with Glowie—she IS surprisingly strong and stealthy—and with a smaller force, perfect for a surgical assassination

On that note it's time for DA TALK
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>>5314090
>Ask the Novice for a subtler method—poison, magic-or other such methods which will leave no trace that you were ever there
Because the mysterybox option will keep more adventurers away due to the sheer mystery/fear factor.
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>>5314397
she could smell it on us
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>>5314403
I'll advise you to read other thread and show me one time where anons/adventurer didn't picked the mystery box
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>>5314090
>Bring the Bastard and your full force of kobold warriors, to surround and annihilate them through force of numbers
This will be a wonderful bonding experience with the Bastard and the Bolds.
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>>5314090
If we’re tied you can change my vote with the Bastard. It doesn’t seem like the Novice Horror Movie option isn’t on the table.
>>5314403
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[Post incoming!]
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>>5314090
>>Bring the Bastard and your full force of kobold warriors, to surround and annihilate them through force of numbers
Wanna see these little fuckers in action, preferably at night using guerrilla tactics.
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[Sorry, already was writing... And it would have just tied things up and delayed the post, anyway!]

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While you ARE curious to see the little kobolds in action, to see this martial dash which you have thus far seen demonstrated primarily in the Bastard’s drills or against YOU, you think better of it. A small force, traveling at night and using the tried-and-true techniques of the assassin or guerilla… They can end this threat more efficiently, and without risking any coward escaping the heat of battle. And anyway…

“Glowie, to me.”

…There’s a long-due conversation to be had with your most-capable assassin, the glow-worm princess.

Initially, she is delighted to be summoned by you, though you notice her joy is more muted than usual, and she in uncharacteristically hesitant to touch you. Her hands fidget, and occasionally flit to your own, as if she wishes to clasp yours. It makes you feel… Strange, not good. You can’t place it.

“We are going to lead a small squadron of kobold assassins to the abandoned village. There are adventurers camped out down there, which we must destroy utterly.”

Glowie’s puzzlement is palpable.

“Murdering, looting homeless mammals, essentially,” you explain.

“Ah!” she says, and nods. “We can kill them, yes! Silk to muffle, venom to paralyze… Happy to help!”

“I am glad to hear it,” you acknowledge.

After all: she is not technically a subordinate, and while you automatically frame it as instruction, and order, you suppose you ought to be treating it as a request. Glowie doesn’t seem to mind, though—the worm-woman wiggles slightly at your command, as if… Excited.

Well, no time like the present, you suppose.
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You clear your throat, and finally address the tension which has hovered over the last two weeks directly:

“I require your full attention to be on the mission,” you tell her.

She nods, and quietly sways.

“NOT on these… Lewd desires you have been lately expressing.”

Glowie stops swaying, and blinks once, saying nothing. Her expression is neutral, but her body language is stiff. She trembles slightly. If you didn’t know better, you’d think she was going to CRY. Can… Can a bug even do that? Even REPTILIANS rarely do so.

“…Not understand,” she whispers softly.

“I am a Reptilian… A Dragonborn, my people’s champion. I am meant to stay—and to breed—with pureblooded, noble Reptilians.”

“But Novice Fleshweaver says you are… Hybrid, mixed. ‘Degenerateborn.’”

You cringe, holding back a harsh retort. She speaks the words innocently. She does not fully understand the implication—you can tell.

“Yes, well… That is one thing. This… Intimacy, and constant agitation for… For MATING… It cannot continue.”

Glowie is trembling more violently now. You aren’t really sure how to respond, what to do. You’ve never seen anyone, of any race, this emotional. You are completely caught off-guard when, to your shock and horror, she throws herself to the ground in a display of anguish. She tears the Amulet of Disguise from her neck and hurls it aside, and her modified take on the Novice’s form wraps and twists back into hr natural form, with her swollen, worm-like body, her glowing eyespots, her four eyes, her pedipalp-like mandibles, and her altogether too many legs.

…And yet, still, her despair is obvious. It takes you some time to coax her into donning the amulet again, if only so you can properly communicate.

“Not understand…” she repeats. “Grandmother said you would like! I did all reptile things, and mammal things, for courtship! She said you would… You would…”

Oh no. She’s trembling again. Panicking, you reach out and grab her hand. This craved contact seems to steady her. The shameless seductress is nowhere to be seen, though—just the shy, affectionate young creature you first met.
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>>5314697
“Grandmother, you said? You mean… The Mother of Dragons?”

“Queen of Queens,” she acknowledges, nodding. “Yes… Comes to me, in dreams, sometimes.”

This is a shock to discover. It seems you are not the ONLY one in your retinue receiving divine visitations.

“What did she say?” you ask.

“Grandmother said that if we mate… I will birth soldiers, warriors. Powerful sons! If not… Just like Mother’s brood. Drones, big glowworms, but not… Smart. And daughters, maybe, like me.”

You recall when YOU were last visited by a God, The Serpent Ascendant, and what he said of the ambitions of the Dark Godddess in question. The Mother of Dragons, also called Lady of the Rookery, believed strongly that the path forward for the forces of Darkness was to supplement ore replace the Reptilian races and their Dragon Kings with… Other things. Great beasts, marching monsters. A legion of horror, to consume mammalkind and the false gods who reign over them.

“She said that you wanted a mate, too,” Glowie mumbles, squeezing your hand tightly. “That you needed… Queen. That if… Helped you, our hive would grow into big swarm… Rule the world.”

She looks up at you, almost pathetically.

“…You don’t want to do that, with me? Just once, and then... Glowie can leave..."

You consider how to reply, and you…
>Pull back you hand, and declare that you will NEVER lower yourself to breed with a bug, nor allow her disgusting kind to overtake your noble people
>Kindly explain that, while you aren't attracted to her and your people come first, you DO value her as an ally... Even a friend
>Offer to find her an alternative mate, to help enable this prophecy… But you cannot bring yourself to have sex with a giant glow-worm, no matter her external appearance or your emotional attachments
>Give your virginity to Glowie, before you leave—if you keep it quiet, or spin it right, such a divinely-favoured brood of warriors could actually be quite the boon
>Awkwardly excuse yourself without answering—this is just too weird and confusing
[Write-ins and modifications also permitted]
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>>5314704
>Give your virginity to Glowie, before you leave—if you keep it quiet, or spin it right, such a divinely-favoured brood of warriors could actually be quite the boon

If the mothers of dragons wants it it’s hard to say no
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>>5314704
>>Give your virginity to Glowie, before you leave—if you keep it quiet, or spin it right, such a divinely-favoured brood of warriors could actually be quite the boon
C'mon the Hybrids!
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>>5314704
Make sure to let her know that her brood isn't going to be "supplementing" the reptilian race, but coexisting with them as partners. We're forming a dark alliance and there's no need to jockey for the top spot when we're all equals.

>Give your virginity to Glowie, before you leave—if you keep it quiet, or spin it right, such a divinely-favoured brood of warriors could actually be quite the boon
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>>5314704
>Dark God literally demands it
Welp, that ends my neutrality.
>Give your virginity to Glowie, before you leave—if you keep it quiet, or spin it right, such a divinely-favoured brood of warriors could actually be quite the boon
Take a bath after though.
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>>5314704
>The dark gods put us mortals against each others for their machinations. You're great company Glowie but, what the goddess wants might be different than what you want.
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>>5314704
>Kindly explain that, while you aren't attracted to her and your people come first, you DO value her as an ally... Even a friend
>Offer to find her an alternative mate, to help enable this prophecy… But you cannot bring yourself to have sex with a giant glow-worm, no matter her external

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>>5314724
Sex with Glowie seems really out of left fields ngl.
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>>5314704
>Give your virginity to Glowie, before you leave—if you keep it quiet, or spin it right, such a divinely-favoured brood of warriors could actually be quite the boon
Rip virginity.
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>>5314704
>Kindly explain that, while you aren't attracted to her and your people come first, you DO value her as an ally... Even a friend

>>5314707
The mother of dragons wants to replace us with bugs dont she?

>>5314710
and the rest of lizardkind will agree to that sentiment?
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We literally learned last thread that the Dark Gods suck, and the Mother of Dragons sucks most of all. Seriously, guys.

>>5314737
>>5314740
>>5314754
+1 any of these
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>>5314704
>Give your virginity to Glowie, before you leave—if you keep it quiet, or spin it right, such a divinely-favoured brood of warriors could actually be quite the boon
Best keep it quiet for now.
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>>5314754
I mean I don't think they would agree with the sentiment of allying with the dark elves or accepting the kobolds as much into the fold as we are either. I assume we're building a dark alliance on our own right now and figuring it out later. We're clearly not an isolationist.
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>>5314765
What do you mean keep it quiet for now? The mother of dragons conspire against lizards and you want to enable their take over? Are you crazy? Just because Glowie had an emotional outburst doesnt entitle her to hot dragonborn ding dong. Quite the opposite really. Plus she's not even that old. She needs more time to think on this before commiting to a big decision like who she wants to mate with, not what her goddess (who dont support us no more) tells her.
Plus theres the fact she looks like a bug. Not a cute anime face girl with vague attractive features. Shes straight up a bug
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Seriously- you guys crumple at the slightest sight of crying and you give her everything she wants on a Silver plater? I'm not saying we should help friends out, but we have to cross a line at bug fucker. Plus you can expect her to demand more fugg in the future, and that secret wont last forever.
>tl;dr stop simping on a literal macro size bug
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>>5314704
>Give your virginity to Glowie, before you leave—if you keep it quiet, or spin it right, such a divinely-favoured brood of warriors could actually be quite the boon
Smash those bug cheeks!
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>>5314770
With the elves it would be an easier pill to swallow, but bugs? They're expected to *replace us.*
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Am I wrong to assume samepost is at play here? I dont ever recall this many people wanting to fuck Glowie. Am I paranoid?
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>>5314777
They're going to try that with or without us. That's why it's important to foster a relationship with them so that instead of them lurking in the caves waiting for our downfall they instead join us against the surfaces races.

My biggest hope is some kind of dialogue with the mother of dragons where we confront her about her abandonment and come to some kind of understanding.
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>>5314782
I mean the fucking Glowie vote in the last thread only lost by one vote. It's been a pretty popular thing for a while. It's just that the people who don't want to fuck Glowie are REALLY vocal about it.
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>>5314704
>Give your virginity to Glowie, before you leave—if you keep it quiet, or spin it right, such a divinely-favoured brood of warriors could actually be quite the boon

>>5314782
mad
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>>5314775
>>5314777
Actually, my motivation is to bring the Mother of Dragons back into the Reptilian corner mainly. I’m an Oldfag, and the Infiltrator’s devotion to the Dark Gods means something to me, we can’t simply dismiss their desires outright. I would be willing to get official confirmation from the Dark Goddess herself before we take the plunge.
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>>5314802
The oppressor would likely be vehemently opposed too crossing reptilian and mutant glow worm blood.

The Serpent ascendant was somewhat opposed too it, (since he believes strength comes from within via personal triumph and not via simply amassing numbers.)

The other gods are probably net neutral on it. However i pretty sure the serpent ascendant (since reptilians are male dominated) and the oppressor (the serpent priest class, the ruling class follow his dogma very strictly.) Are the gods which hold the most sway within our society.

>Offer to find her an alternative mate, to help enable this prophecy… But you cannot bring yourself to have sex with a giant glow-worm, no matter her external appearance or your emotional attachments
-Writ in: Commune with the gods before coming too a conclusion.
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>>5314782
COOMERS are a plague on all quest's, they fuck over long term strategy for shipper shit.
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>>5314832
I'm not shipping anything, I just think we should see how the brood turns out, for science! As far as political purposes go, we could use glowie's mom as an ally against the reptilian hierarchy to hasten our own ascension unto power.
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>>5314704
>Kindly explain that, while you aren't attracted to her and your people come first, you DO value her as an ally... Even a friend
>Offer to find her an alternative mate, to help enable this prophecy… But you cannot bring yourself to have sex with a giant glow-worm, no matter her external appearance or your emotional attachments

Either of these - or both

Everyone who is voting to fuck the big because she’s sad, you’re insane

It’s literally voting to replace our Reptilian race with bugs…
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>>5314835
We were already decently high up on the ladder. Due to our size and draconic aura only serpent priests regularly challenged us.

And with this latest victory on the campaign and treasure gathering (with no casualties on top of that.), our status will undoubtedly grow even further.

We don't need some bug's too gain more power within our race. And indeed its more than likely being know as a species mixer will hurt our status.
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>>5314856
Be honest. Are you the roaming ID anon samefagging?
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>>5314875
I don't know if you're talking about me or the other anti-Glowie guy, but I'm >>5313929.
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>>5314882
Nah, just that guy. He types like him and no one else really seems to press the idea that we’re fucking her because she’s sad. It’s a strange point that only he’s made since I don’t think really anyones doing it because she’s sad. It’s for coom, political, religious and other reasons why anons are voting for it really.
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>>5314887
Honestly I really shouldn’t have said anything accusing people of samefagging just bogs down the thread. Sorry RQM. I’ll stop now.
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>>5314828
I would like to get the Prosecutor’s favor, but I think we’d never get it because of our bloodline, so I don’t we could change his feelings even if we appeased him at every opportunity.

I largely agree with the Serpent Ascendant, and I think we should take power by our own merits, which is why any ‘Dark Alliance’ will be subservient to us and by extension the Reptilians, but we can’t make up for the surface dweller population game by sheer might and brutality alone, we need allies to help bolster and cover for the Master Race’s population shortfall.

Beyond that, courting the favor of the Mother of Dragons would be beneficial to us and the reptilians as a whole, and maybe she can actually assist us instead of getting insurance on the Master Race’s fall.
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>>5314875
>>5314782
>accusations of vote-rigging
[I do not believe that's happening, at least not to any great degree, in this thread. We usually get between five to ten votes per post, with fifteen being the upper limit. We have fourteen now. However, for the sake of argument, see pic related. I'm keeping an eye on it.]

>>5314890
It is possible to earn the favour of the Persecutor of the Weak... But not if you continue to treat 'lessers', criminals, and hybrids with the respect you have thus far. Mating with a bug-creature would make earning that favour back INCREDIBLY difficult.
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>>5314890
Prosecutor is a big idiot. Maybe singlehandedly responsible for our race's fall from grace. If he ever appears in our dreams I'm voting to tell him to eat shit and die.
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>>5314891
>spoiler
That… would have been nice to know beforehand. I was operating under the assumption that he already hates our existence, and if we can actually discuss the merits of courting his favor I would’ve been for that discussion.

Now I’m debating the merits of changing my vote. On one hand, I’d love to r talk to the Prosecutor and pick his mind about his choices a bit. On the other hand, sentiment like >>5314892 worries me that such an overture would backfire and be doomed for failure anyway.
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>>5314905
[You always have the option to commune and, like, I said at >>5313129, no route people are sufficiently invested in --- not JUST romantic ones -- is 100% off-the-table. It might just be very difficult to achieve. The Persecutor being your patron or ally is such a difficult route, though it would have been easier if the first thread hadn't showcased the Dragonborn being repeatedly transgressive and favouring outcasts, lowborn reptoids, and hybrids.]
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>>5314910
I think our transgressive nature came more from the revealing of our true heritage and anons voting on that basis. If that had never been revealed, I’m sure we would have defaulted to the Master Race’s norms.

I wouldn’t mind trying to regain the Prosecutor’s favor, but it ultimately comes down to the majority’s investment in that route. Certainly something to think about. Hmmm…
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>>5314917
We’re far down degenerate route it’d be a huge shake up to get rid of let me check…

Our entire party.
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>>5314926
Actually, we could probably keep the intelligentsia, but your point isn’t lost on me. I guess it ultimately comes down to if anons would be willing to court the Prosecutor at the expense of our party, the Bastard, and our treatment of other ‘lessers’.
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>>5314910
>>5314891
Hey QM, whats the general standing/ranking of each the dark gods in the eyes of reptilian society??
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>Offer to find her an alternative mate, to help enable this prophecy… But you cannot bring yourself to have sex with a giant glow-worm, no matter her external appearance or your emotional attachments
>-Write in: Commune with the gods before coming too a conclusion
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>>5314941
[The Persecutor is widely admired and venerated for his role in keeping society together in the Aeon of Humiliation -- pure, intact, strong, segregated appropriately, guided by strong morals and norms, directed by a central hierarchy with a powerful sense of tradition which goes back further than most other races have EXISTED.

The Mother of Dragons is considered vital, widely hailed by Fleshweavers (a powerful class) and by females (...less so) as vitally important. She takes very little active role in religious life outside of fertility and birth ceremonies, though. This was not ALWAYS so, but which came first: her decline in ritual, or her disinterest in Reptilians?

The Master of the Insightful Eye (or Baleful Beholder) is beloved and worshiped by Starseers and intellectuals, and thus widely regarded by Serpent Priests in particular. He is a distant god to the rest of lizardkind, but is regarded as a chief architect of the Grand Design, and none would ever speak lowly of him or sideline him in major rituals.

The Serpent Ascendant is considered a masculine ideal, and is regarded with GREAT veneration by the martially-inclined and by war-leaders. He is held up as symbolic of great personal virtue, of manhood, of ambition and of decisive action. It is sometimes said that “now is not the Serpent’s time, but his time will come,” and that time is understood to mean a new Age of Scales. He’s a big deal, but not a very PERSONAL god to some of the clans, let alone the Serpent Priesthood.

Death is feared, respected, and never loved. He’s seen as a traitor by those who know he willingly works with the Gods of Light, but also… He is Death, Lord of Endings. Even the other Gods know not to speak too ill of him. None are safe from him. Reptilians pray for mercy from him, or that he will claim their enemies, but only if they are truly desperate. EVERYONE visits his shrine at some point, because NOBODY wants to earn his ire.

There are many lesser gods, too, and demigods, and Reptilians not-infrequently work with Demon Princes (essentially ascended demons, close to godhood) when their goals align, which sometimes edges into religious territory… But demons are usually regarded as tools or fair-weather friends, beneath the respectability of even the least Dark God proper.]
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>>5314953
I think I’ll take you up on your option to commune with the gods. Tradition is important, but so are population numbers, and I wonder if there is an accord to be made between the Mother and the Prosecutor over this. I would really like to bring the Dragon Mother back on the reptilian’s side without pissing off the Prosecutor.
>Commune with the Dark Gods
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>>5314875
Nope, phone posting

I can point back to other votes in this thread, like this one >>5313828
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>>5314704
>>5314953
>>5314975
I am coming after the battle, but
>Commune with the Dark Gods
I'd wish to get Master of Insightful Eye and Mither of Dragons thought on the subject.
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The dark god are going to be neutral except for persecutor who hates us and worm
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>>5314704
>Give your virginity to Glowie, before you leave—if you keep it quiet, or spin it right, such a divinely-favoured brood of warriors could actually be quite the boon
Dark elf favorite but might as well pop the cherry
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>>5314704
>Commune with the Dark Gods
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You recoil a little at this latest proposition, but not in disgust—to your own surprise, it’s much more at the thought of Glowie leaving over this.

“Glowie… I value you as an ally. Maybe…”

Maybe even as a friend, you suppose, but that is too sickeningly sentimental for you to say in.

“…Maybe as more than JUST an ally.”

Glowie looks surprised to hear it, but then is immediately consumed by a strange and giddy frenzy. She lunges forwards, and pushes her face into your chestplate and into your neck. Her arms wrap around your torso, her tail encircles your waist and hips. She pulls herself to you, clings to you like a lifeline above a great pit of spikes—ironic imagery, given the place where you originally met this worm-princess and her race.

You gently push her back a smidge, buying yourself time and room—space apart from her softness, her peculiar and sweet scent, her touch, and how it all stirs you and speaks to your secret and not-as-secret desires, emotional and physical.

“You’re young,” you assert, though… You actually have no idea if she is any younger than you, or even older. How would you tell? She certainly ACTS young, and naïve. “This is what the Lady of the Rookery wants for you, but what about what YOU want?”

Glowie looks surprised at this question, replying: “Want to serve Grandmother, be good servant. She is… God.”

“Well, yes,” you admit. “But…”
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>>5315006
But the Dark Gods are not united, and their ambitions and ideals are not ALWAYS in accord with one another, let alone the mortals below them. You know this. However much you might wish to earn the favour of an additional deity, to bring the Holy Mother back to your race and vice versa… There is no telling what lasting interest she will take in the Reptilian Master Race, or in the ‘greatworms’, or even in your… Your BROOD with this strange caterpillar-girl. You try to think how to phrase all this, while Glowie stares up at you with wide, expectant eyes, her body pressed to you, her breathing heavy but even.

“…But what YOU want, what I want… That matters, also. And our peoples… Our races…”

“What Glowie wants is THIS,” the disguised silk-worm says.

She slides your chestplate off, and her hands—soft hands, right now very REPTILIAN hands, with small, teasing claws—rub and stroke your chest.

“What Glowie wants is her king… Her Dragonborn…”

She continues to caress and fondle your body, and once more her face is buried in your neck, your chest, and nuzzles into your face. The smoothness of her borrowed scales rub against your own exposed skin in supple and sinuous movements. Her scent—Gods, her scent! What is that delicious SMELL?—cling to you, just as she does.

“What does my king want?” she whispers, cupping your face and brushing aside your mop of reddish hair.

She meets your eye… And you know, in that moment at least, what you want.

What follows next is fumbling an inexperienced—on both your parts. Your armour is stripped away, Glowie’s cloak thrown aside with far greater ease. She keeps the amulet on—something neither of you directly addresses. Your first sexual encounter is to be with a glow-worm… In the guise of your childhood bully and current coworker, slightly-adultered.

“I… Am new to this,” you admit as the act itself approaches, a touch embarrassed.

“Greatworms have no males,” Glowie replies, seemingly a bit nervous as well. “Not yet. New to me, too.”

What you both lack in experience, you find she makes up for in gentleness, attentiveness, patience, and an eagerness to please. It is an awkward encounter initially, but when you issue instruction, and ESPECIALLY when you let the Fearsome Presence turn it to an order, Glowie trembles with excitement and redoubles her efforts. And when the moment comes…

“W-what is… Ha… What IS that?!”
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>>5315009
[PG-13 intimacy follows between two weird monster-people. Feel free to skip to the vote if that's TOO LEWD for your sensibilities.]

The sensation is UTTERLY unexpected. You have never mated before, rarely even engaged in shameful self-pleasure, but you didn’t expect there to be… Never believed there COULD be—a sensation like what you are experiencing now… And you strongly suspect aspects of it should be physically impossible with Reptilian anantomy.

“Amulet only goes s-skin-deep,” Glowie whisper, voice shaky with her own sensory overload. “You’re feeling… Me.”

You grit your teeth, and she grows concerned.

“Do not like?” she asks. “Please, don’t stop… Not now!”

You shake your head… And meet her eyes.

“I could not stop now if you asked me too,” you tell her truthfully.

What follows is (at least in that short time) the best, and most intense, feeling of your young life. You have to struggle to suppress a roar—something Glowie helps you with by shoving your gaping mouth into her shoulder and holding you close as you fulfill the wishes of the Mother of Dragons… And of the bug-being who holds tight to you and squeezes your hand reassuringly in the afterglow. Her tail sways languidly back and forth, brushing periodically against your own.

“Was a lot,” she murmurs eventually. “Enough for many broods.”

You grunt, uncertain how to respond to such a ‘compliment’.

“…Don’t need to do again, if you do not want.”

You look down at her, and she meets your eyes questioningly. The expression is… Inscrutable. The post-sex clarity hits hard. You have just given your virginity—and your seed—to the task of fertilizing the heiress to a race of weird and alien bugs, meant to replace your race. You have just fulfilled a dark prophecy which has unknown repercussions for your own race—the race of your father, of the Novice.

…And it felt amazing. And the bizarre and alien bug… Is holding you with greater affection than you have EVER, you suddenly realize, been held.

What do you feel?
>You want to do this again—and not wit just anyone, with Glowie
>You have fulfilled your duty, and it was… Not unpleasant… But you cannot do this again
>You are ashamed, and need to leave this place, clean yourself of the scent, and busy your mind IMMEDIATELY
>Write-in

What is your next course of action, when this is dealt with?
>You need to pray on this, and to gain some divine guidance ASAP
>You wish to speak with the Novice about... The implications
>You have assassinations and small-unit combat to attend to, without further delay.
>Write-in
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>>5315022
>You have fulfilled your duty, and it was… Not unpleasant… But you cannot do this again
Allright BugSquasher. Take this and let's never do that again with anyone not being the Novice
I can concede some fletchcraft to turn her dragon for the heat cycle problem as Dead Bedroom suck hairy smelly ass
>You have assassinations and small-unit combat to attend to, without further delay.
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>>5315022
>You have fulfilled your duty, and it was… Not unpleasant… But you cannot do this again
>Talk with her about the future of our races. Make sure she knows that her brood is going to be an ally to the reptilians... not a replacement.
>You need to pray on this, and to gain some divine guidance ASAP

Got to see where her head is at after mating. It's important that we make sure she guides her brood to be reptilian friendly. Let's also see if we can talk to the Mother of Dragon's now.
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>>5315022
>Confused, and in need of a bath
>You need to pray on this, and to gain some divine guidance ASAP. Also, bathe with some mammalian handmade fat deposit, I believe they call it ‘soap’.
Yea, gonna need to commit to a penance with the Prosecutor. Way I figure it, the extra hassle is worth getting ALL the Dark Gods on board with us, even if it becomes a pain in our ass.
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>>5315022
>You are ashamed, and need to leave this place, clean yourself of the scent, and busy your mind IMMEDIATELY
>You need to pray on this, and to gain some divine guidance ASAP
We're not telling the Novice about this.
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>>5315038
Dude, I do not think we're ever going to be able to get the persecutor on our side at this point. If it's even possible, it'd be so hard we'd have devote our to character to it for basically half of the quest. We'd also being throwing away so many of the relationships our character built up and a lot of the characterization around the MC in general. I think we're going to have to chalk it up as a loss on the persecutor ally front.
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>>5315034
+1
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>>5315034
So long as we’re the boss and her brood subservient, sure.

>>5315040
I think keeping the Prosecutor satisfied is worth it, but if it would calm you down, we can ask for a side quest as penance. I think keeping all the Dark God’s on the Master Race’s side and focused is important, and if we have to sweat and bleed to get there then I’m willing to put forth the effort.
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>be me
>eurofag
>wake up after fantastic sleep
>lets check favorite quest, maybe we murderized the adventurers and novice is studying their mage
>hit bottom prompt
>see votes
>Ihateyouall.exe

Ah fuck, serpent ascendant is gonna be pissed; maybe we could twist this as that we wish for our own apotheosis but will need proper soldiers?

>>5315022
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>>5315049
Forgot vote
>Confused, and in need of a bath
>You need to pray on this, and to gain some divine guidance ASAP. Also, bathe with some mammalian handmade fat deposit, I believe they call it ‘soap’.
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>>5315022
>Make sure Glowie washes off the scent as well
Almost forgot
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>>5315034
Supporting

I’m really not thrilled with this vote… we need to go into damage control now

Never tell the Novice

Also, tell Glowie not to tell anyone else about this and ask her how long until she gives birth

Jesus, what have we done
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>>5315022
>Write-in
>You want to do this again
> - with any female

lets go blackguard! we already took the seduction option, let's not waste it.
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I did not want to wake up to this today.
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>>5315049
>>5315103
>eurobros were the only thing between us and the bugfag menace
How could you guys...
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>>5315022
>You want to do this again—and not wit just anyone, with Glowie
>You have assassinations and small-unit combat to attend to, without further delay.
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>>5315022
>You want to do this again With other females
>You need to pray on this, and to gain some divine guidance ASAP
Yo Mama D, how you like that?

>>5315109
Probably frogmen. Never there in time for a proper fight.
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>>5314707
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>>5314765
you were just waiting to shit up this quest
>>5314891
>I do not believe that's happening, at least not to any great degree, in this thread.
Get your eyesight checked.
>>5314775
>>5314832
hand addicts are actual fucking subhumans
>>5314875
I wish. If I samefagged this nightmare wouldn't be happening now.
>>5314887
they literally voted to fuck a giant human-sized maggot because it was sad
>>5315049
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>>5315109
Count me in. I couldn't fucking vote against this cancer because RQM had a divorce and must now spam updates at night to fill the hole. I fucking knew this would happen and tried to prevent it but failed. And it's an asshole thing to do, he KNEW this was a dividing vote and should've left it up for longer.

But yeah as I said. Last vote before this would end up in fucking the worm.
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>>5315114
>But yeah as I said. Last vote before this would end up in fucking the worm.
Give them an inch, they take a mile.
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>>5315114
Are you pretending you didn’t vote to guilt trip QM?
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>>5315034
+1
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>>5315114
[I'd take your input more seriously if you were posting under an ID with more than 1 post, 'friend'. Please enjoy the quest or don't.]
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“This was… Not unpleasant,” you admit, by way of careful understatement.

The weight of the implications settles upon your chest, and you sit up, to force it off. Glowie adjusts accordingly.

“But it cannot happen again,” you assert. “I’ve done my duty for our alliance. That is all.”

You expect histrionics, another bout of despair, but instead Glowie just asks:

“Can still hold hands?”

You blink, and with a deep sigh, you say: “Okay, maybe sometimes.”

This (and the voluminous contribution you have made to her future hive) is seemingly all it takes to appease the bug-woman. She snuggles into you, and you allow it, taking the opportunity to set some other, even more important, boundaries:

“Your ‘brood’, your warriors… Your race in general… They are to be allies to the Reptilian cause, understand? Not rivals, not REAPLCEMENTS. Friends, like… Like we are.”

Glowie stares blankly, but then slowly nods.

“If Grandmother says so,” she replies.

Your heart sinks a little, but Glowie clearly recognizes the distress this noncommittal response has caused. She reaches out to gently pat your face, to stroke your hair.

“Grandmother will agree! I’m sure! You are king, yes! She said so!”

You nod. Both you and Glowie will need to wash off—you will never hear the end of this if the Novice smells the scent of your sex on one another. Glowie consents to do the same, though only after doing a headstand and rolling her body a few times to ensure there is no loss of genetic material. After that, though… Well, perhaps it is time to see this ‘Grandmother’ of hers.

You dismiss Glowie from your chamber, and she leaves with almost a skip in her step, swaying and bobbing in a queer dance, as she and her race seems prone to. You wait a moment, collecting your roiling thoughts and complicated emotions. You light a small candle, taken from a human’s home (as with the soap with which you and Glowie scrubbed yourselves). Crossing your legs, settle into place, and extract another scroll from the uncovered library: one bearing an ancient chant intended to invoke communion and beseech the Dark Divines.

“Oh Lords and Ladies of Eternity and Infinity, oh Lords of the Endless Black, oh Ladies of the Deep Flame. It is I, your prince! It is I, your servant! Your first among sons and daughters beseeches you, and I offer up this great tribute—”

You hesitate. Does what you just did… And ‘gave’ Glowie… Count as tribute? Maybe, under the circumstances?

“—in hopes you will hear me, and guide me, and make me a part of your Grand Design!”
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>>5315295
For a moment, all is silence. The candle flickers, but no differently than it did before. You consider that the ritual has failed. But… No, maybe it is just that the guidance it offers is more like <Guidance>, a boost to your divination abilities? You try reaching out with your mind and—

>What. Have. YOU. DONE?!

You are almost knocked prone by the force of the rage, the explosion of anger and intense heat which explodes from the candle, the flame of which flares up into an improbable and unnatural (or SUPERnatural, you suppose) bonfire. The voice, the aura… It is decidedly oppressive, and overwhelming. It is also, you feel, male.

“…Serpent Ascendant, Champion of those Who Strive?”

>Try again, DEGENERATE FOOL.

“The Persecutor of the Weak,” you realize to your dismay, stomach knotting. “Giver of Law, Taker of Lives, Keeper of Genealogies…”

>And PRESERVER OF BOUNDARIES AND BARRIERS, who YOU are in EVER-WORSENING violation of. Yes, it is I.

You prostrate yourself. What else is there to do.

>ANSWER my question, SLUDGE-BORN CREATURE. What have you DONE?!

“I—”

>I WILL TELL YOU. What you have DONE is RUINED the legacy which your mother DIED FOR. And for WHAT? WHY?!

How do you answer?
>You merely did as the Mother of Dragons requested
>You do not see the harm—you are already a mongrel, so what is one more admixture?
>It was a moment of weakness, and you wish to atone and make it right
>Wait… What is this about your mother?
>It is not heresy, and you will not repent
>Write-in
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>>5315299
>Write-in
> b-but I only wanted an army to kill mammals!
>Wait… What is this about your mother?
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>>5315299
>Wait… What is this about your mother?
>Like whatever we could have done barring suicide could have made you happy
Proceed to not lower gaze as grand design have been debunked and this would make Serpent Ascendant proud.
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>>5315299
>It is not heresy, and you will not repent
>Also eat shit and die, your policies are singlehandedly responsible for the decline of our race.
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>>5315299
>Wait… What is this about your mother?
>Like whatever we could have done barring suicide could have made you happy
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>>5315299
>It is not heresy, and you will not repent
>Also eat shit and die, your policies are singlehandedly responsible for the decline of our race.
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>>5315114
haters only express hatred of themselves
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>>5315114
Lol see gif
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>>5315299
>Wait… What is this about your mother?
and secondary
>It was a moment of weakness, and you wish to atone and make it right
if free/doable
>>5315268
Can't do anything about dynamic ip and seriousness of my input has no effect on individual votes. Besides, you did make a poll about multiposting after I pushed a little and I doubt you'd do more if I had a 20-post ID. Sorry, I went too far.
>>53153xx
(You)(You)(You)(You)
^pick (You)rs
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>>5315299
>Wait… What is this about your mother?
>Like whatever we could have done barring suicide could have made you happy
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>1-post ids try to sperg out at dark god for calling their faggot ass out
>8-post ids support
I'll just try to sit back and enjoy the quest derailing from now on. No point in trying to invest in something that serves as ez entertainment for some rando after a couple of aspies couldn't empty their balls without a giant maggot.
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No strong opinion on bug buggery but I am amused that my post >>5296967 came true so soon. Loving Every Laugh right now.
>>5315299
>Wait...What is this about your mother?
My next prediction is that Dragonborn proceeds to meet and piss off every single dark god. He then embraces his human heritage, joins the Light Gods, becomes a real paladin and proceeds to usher in a new age of mankind.
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>>5315312
+1 Fuck it
We were always going to piss off at least one god, I really didn't want to give in to glowie but it is what it is
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>1 post id with kindergarten-level lore behind shitter vote
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>>5315299
WHOAAAA WHO COULD'VE PREDICTED THIS WHOAAAAAAAAAAA

>>5315311
>>5315363
+1
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>>5315363
[I took you seriously enough to run a poll on if people minded the update schedule. They didn't.

I took a look at if there seemed to be samefagging occuring. If it was, it was seemingly more prevalent on the anti-sex side, as highlighted in the post you replied to. Even tallying the morning objections as votes, it was incredibly close... And by the time I did my late post, we had enough votes in for it to match our typical player count.

I appreciate your passion for the subject matter, but if me not tailoring this quest to your specific tastes or schedule is such a problem.that you start taking personal digs, you should probably fuck off. Your half-assed apology following your tantrum is noted, but not accepted. This is a collaborative writing exercise on a half-dead imageboard. Simmer down. Besides, you should be thanking my ex for there being a quest at all, since I wouldn't be running one right now EXCEPT as a channel for my free time and energy, frankly.

This is the last I'll be addressing this vote. I hipe that even those of you who did not have your option chosen can enjoy the questing experience moving forward.]
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>>5315299
>Wait… What is this about your mother?
>It was a moment of weakness, and you wish to atone and make it right
I do wish to atone and make things right. Even if he never becomes our Patron, I still think we should make shit right.
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>>5315607
Hatred acknowledged. Being retarded bites me in the ass again.
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>>5315299
>You do not see the harm—you are already a mongrel, so what is one more admixture?
>It was a moment of weakness, and you wish to atone and make it right
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>>5315299
>Wait… What is this about your mother?
>Like whatever we could have done barring suicide could have made you happy
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>>5315312
Support.
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>>5315311
>>5315312
Supporting these

We’re forced to find allies because of the long-term stagnation of our race

>If Grandmother says so,” she replies.
This is not a great answer…

We may have to kill Glowie and her brood…if they are not allies
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>>5315840
Why support the vote antagonizing him tho?
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>>5315299
>It is not heresy, and you will not repent
>You merely did as the Mother of Dragons requested
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>>5315299
>you wish to atone and make it right
>Mother what?
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You stand up and face this apparition—like the Serpent Ascendant would want you to, you reason, and more importantly like a DRAGON would. But… Well, this is a Dark God. You’re not so polish or prideful as to actively insult him, whatever his MAYBE overly-rigid policies have brought upon your kind. They are also, after all, what has kept your people distinct, whole, and unified-of-purpose. You haven’t forgotten your sermons yet! You were practically RAISED by the Chaplain, after all. But… Well, tehre IS a question that eats at you.

“I was born flawed,” you note. “I am… A Degenerate, of sorts. Sludge-born, as you say.”

>All true. Yes.

“Then what does it matter what race I breed with?” you ask. “What does it matter what my Degenerate mother wanted? What could I have ever done, Lord of Laws, to make you happy… Besides suicide?”

>YOU DARE?!

You stifle a tremor, staring into the inferno. By now, it is cloaked in swirling cloud, forming a stony figure like a broad-horned dragon, holding a fiery sword. You bow your head, as is proper, but you keep your back straight. You do not prostrate yourself—not a second time, not now.

“I merely plead for your guidance, Dark Lord.”

There is a near-silence, broken only by the flickering heat and crackle of the divine fire.

“He cannot answer you, because he cannot admit what I readily will,” speaks another voice—less booming, less imposing… But coloured and scented by a whiff of the supernatural and transcendent all its own.

You and the Persecutor both turn to face its source, and you find it: in the shadow cast by the Persecutor’s flame, framed by his smoke as a space of conspicuous void, there is a serpentine shape. You see four faint glimmers in it: one where a womb would be, one where a three-chambered heart might sit… And two atop it, as if hinting at two head, two faces.

>Mother of Beasts and Bugs.

“Master of Pointless Bureaucracy,” she replies.

You bow your head hurriedly to this second divinity: the Mother of Dragons, Divine Mother and Protector of Generations.

“I do not understand,” you admit, when respect has been shown. “What is it you mean? What will The Dark Lord ‘not admit’?”

>Keep your WAGGING TONGUE in your mouth… Or MOUTHS.
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>>5315991
The Mother pointedly ignores her opposite number, addressing you instead.

“What he won’t admit,” she says, “is that he liked your mother. We all did, all five of the Dark Gods to whom she was acquainted. All for our own reasons. It’s why we gave her our <Favour>.”

It is a surprising thing to hear… ESPECIALLY of the Persecutor, you suppose.

“Why?” you have to ask. “She was just a Degenerate, a mere Reptilian Infiltrator.”

>CORRECT.

“And yet YOU, Persecutor of the Weak, approved the <Favour>,” says the Mother.

>…She was loyal. Strong. Determined. A useful pawn. I did not APPROVE of her STEALING hr superior’s seed to make this… This THING…

You flinch a little. He means you, of course.

>…But her efforts to bring back DRACONIC SUPREMACY were worthwhile. I wished for her to SUCCEED. Instead, she FAILED my test, DIED, and left this… This… BUG-FUCKER!

“And I loved her for that,” the Mother acknowledges, and though you can see no face, you FEEL her smile grace you. “She prioritized her legacy… You… Above all else, even tradition and loyalty. The creation of something truly terrible and terrific. A King of Monsters, mightiest of three clans and two races, with the spirit to become something MORE than a Dragon! And imagine, Young One, what you CHILDREN will grow into!”

>ABOMINATION. The bug should be slain, egg-sack ripped from her womb and squashed to PASTE! It is NOT according to the laws! SEPARATE KINDS ARE NOT TO MIX.

“Old thinking, from a time when we could afford to be stagnant in our thinking,” the mother scoffs. “The Gods of Light, weak WRETCHES and INVADERS that they are, are at least willing to use cunning. To experiment! Look at all their races—”

>Kept SEPARATE.

“Half-elves,” the Mother snaps.

>Are still PURELY APE, and they are WORSE for their mixture than human OR elf.

“Then use your accursed mastery of genealogies to help breed something BETTER!”

>Mix all the colours of the rainbow, and you get a slurry of unrecognizable SHIT, Mother of Mongrels! The old ways made our races strong! It kept ORDER, rather than the chaos which the scattered FAITH-THIEVES propagate.

The room seems to grow, and the two divinities tower like contrasting titans in a great expanse: one a pillar of smoke and fire, one a glimmering swirl of stars and darkness. You remain silent. What can a mortal do, even an aspiring dragon, when faced with such cosmic forces?

>You, DRAGON-THING. You wish to know what you can DO, to earn my favour? KILL THE BUG. END this DISGUSTING project before it begins. CEASE in your coddling of weaklings and freaks. PURIFY YOURSELF, and become the dragon you were meant to be, body and soul. I will even help.
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>>5315993
The Mother laughs, a terrifying sound like a Reptilian rattle-croak and a bug’s chittering at once.

“You rock-brained brute, you came here to bully him into being YOUR creature? He already serves ME. He did as my servant requested: he sired ME a new race. A BETTER race. I will show you and that feathered fool the true might of this world: NUMBERS. EVOLUTION. No more reliance on a single ‘hero’ or ‘dragon king’, no more archaic ‘order’ or ‘honour’ that simply holds us back from doing what it takes to win. I will set a HORDE upon the invaders and their puppets and peons! When my worms become WYRMS, they will swallow the sun… And unlike when HE did it, it will STAY swallowed!”

She turns her attention upon you, and your perception of her shrinks, growing closer and smaller, more intimate and approachable once again.

“You don’t need to hold back,” she tells you. “Give in to what you want. Sire a dynasty, an empire! Your children will be my favourite sons—great warriors! Did you not like the little princess I gifted you? Was she not everything you wished for? I made sure to teach her exactly how to please you… Gifted her a reproductive system MADE for you… What other God has given you such gifts?”

>Even one such as YOU cannot be bought with perfumed WHORES, can you? Listen to her! She is MANIPULATING you.

“Silence!” the Mother snaps at the God of Law. “He is his mother’s son! I won her heart, in the end! She failed YOUR test, but she PASSED mine. He is PROOF. I am RIGHT.”

>She will destroy AEONS of tradition, mortal! There will never be anther true dragon, if she has her way. No Age of Scales. Do. NOT. Be. Fooled!
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>>5315995
What do you do?
>Choose the Mother of Dragons
>Choose the Persecutor… And promise to do as he asks
>Ask them something before you make your decision [which god? and what?]
>Politely decline to choose either of them as a patron
>Reject them both—you are NOBODY’S pawn or plaything!
>Attempt to play them against each other, to earn a boon from both [VERY risky, and if you fail, you may be scorned by them instead]
>Write-in
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>>5315997
>Choose the Persecutor… And promise to do as he asks
But I support anything but picking the MoD.
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>>5315997
>Ask them something before you make your decision [Mother of Dragons. What place do the reptilians have in your grand plan?)
>Politely decline to choose either of them as a patron

Jesus.
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>>5316002
Also add
>Ask them something before you make your decision [Mother of Dragons. Will you show your favor to my people once more?]
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>>5316002
>>5316004
+1

Neither of them because I want serpent ascendant as patron I hope mother will be nicer to our people now
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>>5316002
>>5316004
Actually yeah you know what +1
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>>5315997
>Politely decline to choose either of them as a patron

I can back the questions
>>5316002
>>5316004

definitely don't choose persecutor though, he's out of touch with reality

>The old ways made our races strong! It kept ORDER, rather than the chaos which the scattered FAITH-THIEVES propagate.
If they kept us so strong, why are we hiding underground with an ever dwindling population while humans, elves, and half elves live in luxury on the surface? Who rules the world right now? Not us.
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Maybe we should use the demon the gods don’t seem to be very reliable or forward thinking. We need all the power we can get…
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>>5315997
>Ask them something before you make your decision [Mother of Dragons. What place do the reptilians have in your grand plan? Will you show your favor to my people once more? Prosecutor, what do you mean by purifying myself? Are there other ways to atone myself? Also, what are these ‘tests’ of my Mother you guys keep referencing about?]

Honestly? Sort of dig the Prosecutor. Reminds me of a stubborn grandfather to prideful to admit that he cares about us. Would love to find a way to get into his good graces that anons wouldn’t immediately turn down.
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>>5316064
The Gods seems to be pursuing their own agenda independently, regardless of the collective. I think the kino play would be trying to corral them into a semi-functional Pantheon instead of independent agents sniping at each other’s designs.
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>>5315997
>Ask them something before you make your decision [Mother of Dragons. What place do the reptilians have in your grand plan?] [Mother of Dragons. Will you show your favor to my people once more?] [Prosecutor. If the old ways kept us so strong, why are we hiding underground with an ever dwindling population while humans, elves, and half elves live in luxury on the surface? Who rules the world right now?] [Prosecutor. What do you mean by purifying myself? Are there other ways to atone myself? Also, what are these ‘tests’ of my Mother you keep referencing about?]
>Politely decline to choose either of them as a patron
Get info, then be nice with the "no"
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>>5315997
>>5316118 +1
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You don’t LOATHE either of these Gods, but you also don’t TRUST them. They’re both at cross-purposes, and neither is entirely benevolent. You already know you answer will be ‘no”, but you plan to decline in the politest possible manner. And first… Well, you have questions.

“Mother of Dragons,” you address the Goddess first, “What place do the reptilians have in your grand plan? Will you show your favor to my people once more?”

“YOUR people?” she asks. “The ones who denied you the right to breed, treated you like a tool? Come now…”

“They ARE my people,” you assert. “Come what may, I am loyal.”

>SEE? You SEE? This is the power of tradition, order, MORALITY!

The Holy Mother shushes the Judge of All, to his great displeasure and rumbling, and turns to you again.

“These people, the lizardfolk… They made their choice. The walls closed in, and they retreated to their caverns and segregated themselves, of their own volition. They became inbred, closed-minded… They suppressed their females, promoted males who coupled cowardice with bravado, but who never dared to be truly bold. They rejected my overtures…”

>Overtures to dilute their bloodlines, mingle with mammals… And now bugs!

“And yet we are all here because of your mother,” the Lady says, “a Degenerate hybrid, who excellent beyond what the Persecutor thought possible.”

“Still… I cannot let my race be consumed and replaced by insects,” you say. “What would it take, for my race and the ‘greatworms’ to work together, as a united front?”

The Divine Mother tuts, but to your surprise, she relents. She tells you: “If you can make your father’s people accept your mate—my cleric—then perhaps there is hope. Take her as your queen. Form a kingdom, allied with that from which you hail. I doubt it is possible, mind you, for they are poisoned by HIM.”

The Giver of Laws roars in moral outrage.

>PRESERVED, not poisoned. Loyal out of HONOUR and GRATITUDE.

The Mother turns her gaze from the outburst and back to you, and you sense a doubtful, but maternal, condescension in her kindness as she wishes you: “Good luck, Young One.”
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>>5316255
You take a deep breath, and steady yourself for the more imposing and hostile of the two deities. You have questions for Punishment Incarnate, too.

“Lord Persecutor, what do you mean by purifying myself? Are there other ways to atone myself, besides… Killing the worm-woman?”

>WEAKNESS. You lack DEDICATION.

You wait, nervously.

>…YES, I can help you purge your impurities—the mammalian taint of your grandfather.

“Or his Reptilian three-quarters!” the Mother shoots back. “Why don’t you tell him how—”

>It is YOUR turn to be silent, WENCH!


>I can remove your <appetite>, which has led you astray. I can give you clarity, strength… And as you cleanse your mind and soul, I can strengthen your body, and help you become the DRAGON your mother wanted you to be.

“And yet she did not integrate the Green Dragon’s bloodline into him,” the Mother idly interjects.

>Out of LOYALTY and RESPONSIBILITY.

“Maybe she just valued the unique perspective her partial-humanity gave her?” the Mother speculates, not without a smug satisfaction.

>She is ACTIVELY promoting our enemies, Boy! Listen to her! ABHORRENT!

“You have surely noticed that you think and feel differently than your pure-blooded counterparts, though, haven’t you?”

You contemplate the Goddess’ words, but the Persecutor hastily interjects:

>I can FIX that, if you join me. I can teach you the TRUE way, of objective FACTS without such… FEELINGS.

“Is all this elated to the ‘trails’ you both speak of?” you ask. “What was this trial my mother failed to pass?”

Both deities are quiet for a time.

“Each of us had a bet,” the Mother begins.

>We wagered how your Mother would choose to live… And to DIE.

“I won,” the Mother of Dragons says smugly.

>WE won.

“The Serpent and Beholder lost,” the Lady compromises.

>And Death, that self-satisfied, fat-bellied TRAITOR.

“Yes,” the Mother sighs happily, in a rare moment of accord.

“What WAS the trial, though?” you ask, almost DEMAND.

Neither Dark God answers. They almost seem… Afraid to do so?

>We had an AGREEMENT.

“We had a pact,” the Queen of Queens corrects the Judge of Judges. “It is more important, more BINDING.”

>We cannot say.

“No,” the Mother concurs.

“But it killed my mother,” you reason.

“Yes.”

>Yes.

“It was a good death,” the Mother says. “She bore you, and her time was done.”

>It was… DISAPPOINTING. But not unexpected. Purity won out over the impure… Even the BEST of the impure.

You sense that neither will elaborate, and you relent. You have no leverage to press further.

“I am sorry,” you say instead. “I appreciate the guidance… But I cannot honestly and fully commit my soul to either of you.”

>HA! He is no creature of yours, Whore-Queen!

“Nor your Antipaladin, Grandfather of Dusty and Ill-Remembered Legal Scrolls.”

>ENOUGH. This exercise was pointless.

“You say that because I am winning.”
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>>5316256
Both deities continue to bicker, but your consciousness is already returning from this uncanny space to the mortal world. You close your eyes for just a moment—an overlong blink—and find yourself cross-legged, in a comparatively small-chamber, before a melted and burnt-out candle, radiating only faintest smoke and surrounded by molten wax and grey ash.

A kobold raps at the stone next to your chamber’s open ‘doorway’. It is without real portal save a hung human curtain, which made the earlier ‘moment of weakness’ with Glowie all the roe awkward… And strangely thrilling.

“Is ready to leave?” a kobold anxiously inquired.

“Yes,” you say, and stand up to do so.

Night has barely fallen when you and your kobold minions—and Glowie—set out. Your small platoon—six in total—travel under cover of darkness. The lack of light means little to you. There is a kobold female present in this force, but you find your mind strangely… Clear of distraction, despite this. You aren’t sure whether Glowie of the philosophically-complicated conversation with the Dark Gods are to than for this.

You arrive at the abandoned village where, a few short days ago, you defeated the Dragonwrought, repelled the kobold archers and slingers, and looted everything of value before ordering its abandonment. You now see a dim fire-light emanating through the windows of the headman’s great cabin, where you briefly made your residence and where Hapo and Hako were defeated and ousted.

“Most of humans are in there,” the female kobold—Tessu—tells you. “But one of them—big, strong, horn helmet… Prowls like cat at outskirts, watches. Had to dodge to spy.”

“Half-elf, too,” Ivno tells you, for the male kobold scout joined you on this expedition in spite of his friend’s death In the mines. “Sits in tree, watches. Bow at ready, and pipe—to signal others.”

“Horn-man is dangerous, READY,” Tessu says.

“Elf-spawn is sleepy, idle,” Ivno says, “but tougher to reach, and can sound warning.”

“Could just avoid both and kill the humans in the house,” Glowie says cheerily. “They will not have back-up if their friends are envenomed or burning.”

”Three are sleeping,” Tessu informs you, counting on her talons, “Armour-man, magic-looking man, and robe-man with many knives, sleeps apart from others, many shinies.”

What do you do?
>Target the horn-helmed human first—likely entailing a personal duel [harder]
>Assassinate the half-elf in his tree [easier, but if you fail, you have a proper fight on your hands]
>Bypass the watchers to kill the sleepers in their home
>Split your forces to target multiple forces at once [specify how]
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>>5316256
>“Is all this elated to the ‘trails’ you both speak of?”
*is all this related to the trials

[Dagnabbit.]
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>>5316257
>Bypass the watchers to kill the sleepers in their home
>Send Glowie to kill the horn-helmed human(?)
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>>5316257
>>5316292 +1
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>>5316292
+1
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>>5316257
>Target the horn-helmed human first—likely entailing a personal duel [harder]
>Send Glowie to kill the sleeper in their home

I doubt Glowie's going to be able to kill the horned helmut man in a personal duel. That should be our job.
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>>5316420
She's a good killer, tho?
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>>5316422
She's more of a stealthy assassin type with her poison and silk. Any personal combat skills she has is from the training we did with her underground.
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>>5316420
+1
Why vote for the obvious troll write in
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[Watching an episode of the new Digimon, while I give our other players a bit of time to start their day and get a vote in. Locking vote in 30 minutes, then writing a post!]
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>>5316427
>4 posts by this ID trying to be a voice of "reason"
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Rolled 15, 4, 3, 8, 5, 3, 7, 18, 14 = 77 (9d20)

>>5316427
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>>5316292
“We did not come here with a team of scouts and assassins to engage in direct duels,” you tell your troops. “Glowie, this human male with the horned helm… ‘Envenom’ him. Avoid direct confrontation, if you can.”

The disguised worm looks uncertain for only a moment, before her expression turns determined. She nods eagerly. You equip her with a kobold short-sword—a dagger to her, just in case.

“Yes, my Dragonborn,” she affirms.

Glowie departs swiftly and with surprising silence for one with such a… Hefty rear. It is always uncanny to you how agile she is, while disguised. She once explained it to you as like removing heavy armour or clothes—that, being sued to navigating with a dozen legs and a much less nimble abdomen, she felt almost liberated by the Amulet of Disguise. Still, your training in direct melee combat with her was… Limited, in your time below-ground. You can only hope she doesn’t have to utilize it.

“The rest of us will avoid the elf-in-the-tree,” you tell your four kobolds. One of you will keep watch. Two will join me in entering the home. We will each find one of the remaining adventurers—the armoured one, the mage, the one with the valuables. Each of us will strike silently, precisely. They shall never again wake.”

The kobolds silently nod in agreement. They may be little rural savages, these mini-reptiloids, but you have been told—and seen in practice—that they are well-honed hunters and killers. Now, you will put that to the test.

[2d20 for your group's stealth [DC 13/17]; 5d20 for Glowie's mission; 2d20 mystery dice]
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>Known retard writes in a vote to get Glowie killed
>Anons vote for it

Why?
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>>5316483
>15
Your kobolds are small, light-on-their-feet, and they are used to hiding sounds of passage from their raiding and hunting lifestyle. Together with them, you pass in near-silence, your few fumbles muffled-enough to pass for regular forest-noise. Even now, at night, there are so many living things—plants, animals, fungi—in this surface-world! It seems enough to disguise the marching of an army at times, to one such as you from the empty halls and barren stone of the underpopulated underdark.

>4
Your own size, weight, armour, and your lack of aptitude for matters of stealth and subterfuge… All this is what conspires against you. It is not the kobolds, but YOU who ultimately spoils your approach. You reach the headman’s cabin quite readily, ad the kobolds lift each other in to scramble through the windows. You, however, are too large; you circle the building, and attempt to enter through the back door. Your heavy boot sets the raised floorboards to creaking, however, and raise the attentions of one of the human sleepers.

“Hm? Armod, is that you?”

You freeze. An armoured human is still asleep at the table where you once treated with—and ultimately destroyed—the Dragonwrought. You can still faintly smell the scent of Hako’s burning body here, lingering like an olfactory monument to your victory over the demon-dabbling heretic; the table is scorched along one side by the splash of your fiery breath as it engulfed his body, cracked where you toppled it over in your scuffle prior. None of this seems to have stopped the well-built man in his leather-and-chain from sitting there to eat and to drink: his partly-drained bottle is yet before him, his fingertips brushing against it, and a metal travel-plate seared with greasy food-residue has been pushed to the middle of the table. It was not THIS human, still in prolonged mammalian torpor, who called out.
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>>5316507
In the larger, more comfortable chair which you once sat in like a throne, king of this little place and judge of its denizens, there now sits another. Your eyes widen as you recognize what the kobolds meant by ‘magic-looking’. The young (you think?) male (no breasts, anyway, which you gather to be a typical dimorphic indicator of mammalian females?) wears ornate purple-and-gold robes, and atop his head dons a pointed cap, with a small feather in it. It clutches a book in one hand, and has a pack resting atop its lap. This human mage blinks and squints blearily at you—lacking darkvision, you must seem a black silhouette in near-darkness. It is the only thing which prevents an immediate alarm…

But you are not Armod. You do not even know who Armod is—if he is the horn-helmed man or the half-elf, though if the mage mistakes your size and horned silhouette for this companion, you suspect it is the former. You must act fast.

What do you do?
>Pretend to be Armod, and hold his attention until you can get close enough to kill
>Shout for the kobolds to kill him, quickly, and focus your own attentions on executing the slumbering warrior closer to you
>Draw your bow and take the shot
>Kill them with fire! Set the building ablaze and bolt!
>Write-in
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>>5316509
>Draw your bow and take the shot
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>>5316509
>Draw your bow and take the shot
>>5316427
>>5316498
>Send out a 5d20 killer for a single-target assassination
>It's obviously just to kill her!
By this logic EVERYTHING we've done in RIQ was confirmed suicide. Stay obsessed.
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>>5316509
>Draw your bow and take the shot

>>5316536
You didn’t know it’d be 5d20 retard you sent her on what seemed to be her worst matchup that makes no sense to send her to.
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>>5316536
>>5316556
For the record, that's 3d20 stealth, 2d20 melee
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>>5316536
>Stealthy Worm princess. Weak in direct combat.
>Send her to stealth to sleeping adventurers???
>Stealthily kill sleepy elf in tree???
>Make her 1v1 vs huge juggernaut who’ll rape her shit ???
>OH I KNOW MAKE HER 1V1 GIANT WARRIOR GREAT IDEA

Stop playing coy retard.
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>>5316556
>>5316567
I never specified direct combat so she naturally went into stealth, what are you on about?
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>>5316567
>>5316584
[I don't want to spoil the fun, but for the record, there wasn't an objectively 'wrong' answer here. Glowie assassinating a powerful melee warrior could play her strengths and his weaknesses quite well, just as a direct confrontation would have allwoed you to meet strength with strength.]

Shame about her rolls...
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>>5316594
Dice were rigged.
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>>5316509
>Draw your bow and take the shot
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>>5316567
KEK True and based
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>>5316509
>Draw your bow and take the shot

Headshot then save Glowie
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>>5316509
>Draw your bow and take the shot
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>>5316509
>Pretend to be Armod, and hold his attention until you can get close enough to kill
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Rolled 4, 6, 4 = 14 (3d20)

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“Hello, ssspellcasster,” you hiss back in your heavily-accented Northern Commontongue—the trade-language of the humans in this region. You’ve practiced it all your life, the better to intimidate and interrogate your enemies.

The mage’s eyes wide, but your bow is already drawn, arrow notched before he can hurl a spell or sound an alarm.

[3d20, DC 10/15/17]
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>Rolled 15, 4, 3, 8, 5, 3, 7, 18, 14
>Rolled 4, 6, 4
The Serpent Ascendant is on his way to fuck us like we fucked that insect lady.
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>>5316754
The mage has no time to duck the shot—a HEAFDSHOT, for certain! Except…

“AAH! Nigel! Wake up! We’re under attack!”

You stare, dumbfounded, as the mage grabs his book and scrambles to dive behind his plush chair. You didn’t miss—not exactly. Rather, that human’s damned wizard-hat is pinned to the chair, impaled upon your arrow, along with a torn-loose lock of his hair. And now… ‘Nigel’, you guess… Is sitting bolt-upright, scrambling for his axe and shield. He wheels around, begins to stand… And then falls back into his chair, seeing your enormous, armoured form looming over him like some nightmare-creature.

You’ve been seen. The mage is about to escape your line of sight. And on top of that…

“Kobolds! It’s the kobolds!”

The mage has seen your minions: Ivno, Tessu, and… The other one.

“N-n-not just… Kobolds…” Nigel stammers.

Gods Below and Beyond, can no encounter in this damned docile ever go according to plan?! Their terror and disorientation won’t last long. Thinking fast, you…
>Smash your reinforced bow across the warrior’s face, draw your swords, and take him down while the kobolds gang up on the mage
>Fire another shot at the mage, using <Guidance> to ensure you end the spellcaster before he can use his arts to endanger your allies
>Shout for the kobolds to find the third human—the roguish one—and prevent his escape while you handle these two by yourself
>Order a retreat and regroup, to rally outside
>Write-in
[Specify if you use any spells, potions, or magic items]
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>>5316773
>Shout for the kobolds to find the third human—the roguish one—and prevent his escape while you handle these two by yourself

Any escape to inform humans is bad news. Have to handle these two on our own.
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>>5316773
>Smash your reinforced bow across the warrior’s face, draw your swords, and shout for the kobolds to find the third human—the roguish one—and prevent his escape while you handle these two by yourself
FTFY
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>>5316773
>Shout for the kobolds to find the third human—the roguish one—and prevent his escape while you handle these two by yourself
Lets AoE with Dragon breath to try cut off the mage's escape and deal with warrior before he can get off his ass, Rogue hunting isn't exactly our forte.

>>5316772
Agreed, all the more reason to kick ass and prove ourselves
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>>5316781
If you look even closer, it's specifically us and the maggot getting mogged by the numbers. 9 rolls below 9.
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>>5316773
>Shout for the kobolds to find the third human—the roguish one—and prevent his escape while you handle these two by yourself
>Use guidance to find rogue general direction, shout to kobolds direction.
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>>5316773
>Shout for the kobolds to find the third human—the roguish one—and prevent his escape while you handle these two by yourself
What fun
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>>5316788
FUCK YOU TZEENCH (beholder?)
I'm going to sleep, please unfuck this
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>>5316773
>Order a retreat and regroup, to rally outside
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>>5316772
>Fire another shot at the mage, using <Guidance> to ensure you end the spellcaster before he can use his arts to endanger your allies
>Shout for the kobolds to find the third human—the roguish one—and prevent his escape while you handle these two by yourself
Damn, we SNAFUed
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>>5316777
[There seems to be a consensus that the kobolds should go after the roguish human, but no clear idea of what strategy you will use against the two humans YOU'RE fighting (or how to use <Guidance>, if you'll even do so). Close the vote and posting in about a half-hour, but if anyone wants to rally to a main tactic, now's the time.]
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>>5316929
Guidance, taking out the mage should be a priority.
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Rolled 6, 13, 20, 6, 15, 10, 8, 2, 9, 7, 1, 9, 15 = 121 (13d20)

[3 for melee, 3 for ranged, 4 for kobolds, 3 for humans, post incoming!]
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“Go!” you roar to the kobolds, using the True Speech to hide your intentions. “Make sure the third human doesn’t get away. No survivors!”

“Yes, Dragon!” comes the shout, and the three scramble in each direction, to scour the house.

That leaves the other two humans below to you. Both are ‘adventurers’, the infamous freelance mercenaries known far and wider—and even down in the deep—as much for their idiosyncratic eccentricities as for their skill in combat. They are not to be underestimated—but of the two, the mage in PARTICULAR is a grave threat. You will end him first.


You swing your bow like a club. He isn’t your primary target, but he is closer, and military doctrine dictates that he will protect his more dangerous, less-armoured mage companion. Not

>20 (fisticuffs)

The elven longbow’s study edge and sharpened tip catching the warrior across the face with a heavy impact and a spray of blood and teeth. He cries out in disoriented pain and falls from his chair, dropping his axe to clutch at his face. You ignore him, and notch another arrow.

“Master of the Insightful Eye, Baleful Beholder, Watcher-in-Darkness, <Guide> my aim!” you invoke, and let one arrow fly, and then immediately a second to follow.

>15, 10 archery, with <Guidance>)

The first catches the spellcaster in his back as he scrambles over the chair, and the second catches his shoulder. He shouts in high-pitched agony, and falls over the chair and out of sight. No matter—he won’t be spellcasting anytime soon. You know well that the arcane arts require concentration and, for the most dangerous of human magics, somatic components—gestures, movements. Try forming a sigil in the air while your rotator cuff has a darkwood shaft embedded in it.

From their noisy ransacking and chirping cries, you gather that the kobold are having little luck in their pursuit. You sigh quietly. Well, once these two down here are mopped up, you suppose you can help with the—

“Monstaw! You don’t BELAU in thiff wowld!”

“…What?”

You turn to face the mush-mouthed human warrior, ‘Nigel’, unclear on exactly what he was trying to say. You suppose you DID do a number on his mouth.

>15 (fighter)

He makes his feelings clear in the form of a rising uppercut, reinforced by his shield. Your head is spinning and ringing from the impact, enough to disorient you… But not enough to keep you from returning the favour, with a heavy gauntlet-impact to his already-injured face. You feel, and hear, his jaw pop out of alignment, and he tumbles like a sack of deep-truffles, bounces off the table, and clatters noisily to the floor.

He lays still, and you leave him there for a moment to go finish off his wizard-friend.

“W-wait, no, stay back! Stay baaaaaAA-”

>1 (mage)

It is brief work, and as tidy as you can make it. You were right—he was in no shape to resist.
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Rolled 11 (1d20)

>>5317000
When you find the three kobolds, they are ransacking the upstairs. You catch Tessu stuffing her pockets with ‘shinies’, and she looks up guiltily.

“We look-looked, but no luck,” she says.

Ivno nods, and bows his head.

You narrow your eyes, and consider using your guidance again… But then you hear a clatter above, as if of someone losing their foot and stumbling.

>9 (rogue)

“The roof,” you hiss.

“Ooooooh,” the three kobolds vocalize as one.

You start to head towards the window—surely this rogue’s point of egress—to follow him up and finish the job. However, as you place a foot upon the sill, you hear the fourth kobold—the lookout—cry out.

“Dragon! Dragon! They have your female!”

You cringe at that characterization of your relationship to Glowie… But not quite as much as the implication. She failed to assassinate the horn-helmed watchman, which no doubt means the half-elf has been tipped off as well.
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>>5317002
This suspicion is vindicated when the kobold below yelps and narrowly dodges an incoming arrow, sprinting almost on all fours towards the home to shelter inside.

Advancing from the forest come the half-elf you saw earlier and…

“Is that a human?” you wonder aloud.

His skin is too pale to be an orc, from what you know of said surface races. And yet… By the Gods Below, he is nearly as tall as you, and perhaps broader. He wears a helm with great horns, has a bushy beard, and he goes shirtless, wearing leather pats and a fur skirt of some sort, with a rune-bearing belt. He drags a massive maul behind him with one hand, and with his other…

“Glowie,” you hiss.

She is battered and bruised, her robes torn and tattered, and partly soaked with blood—not red vertebrate blood, but the clearish, blue-green stuff that oozed from the greatworm you slew a month-or-so prior. Her captor throws her unceremoniously to the ground before you, and he and his ally both look up to the window.

He bellows a bestial challenge, radiating rage. The elf-human hybrid alongside him notches an arrow. And their roguish friend… He is still on the roof above you.

What do you do?
>Leap down with a <Jump>, to face the berserk human directly in melee combat
>Exhale a gout of flame, potentially risking Glowie to take out both the mammals below
>Swing up onto the roof with a feat of athletics, to take out the rogue who would otherwise flank you
>Command the kobolds to take action [specify instructions]
>Assume <Improved Dragonform> and attempt to intimidate the mammals into backing down
>Use a magic item [which one?]
>Write-in
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>>5317009
>Exhale a gout of flame, potentially risking Glowie to take out both the mammals below
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>>5317009
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>>5317024
>Leap down with a <Jump>, to face the berserk human directly in melee combat
>Command the kobolds to take action [Watch our back from the rogue]
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>>5317009
>Leap down with a <Jump>, to face the berserk human directly in melee combat
>Command the kobolds to take action [Watch our back from the rogue]
>Activate ring of protection

Protect back with kobolds and ring for arrows
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>>5317009
>Leap down with a <Jump>, to face the berserk human directly in melee combat
>Command the kobolds to take action [Watch our back from the rogue]
>Activate ring of protection

Fucking kobolds are useless.
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>>5317009
>Leap down with a <Jump>, to face the berserk human directly in melee combat
>Command the kobolds to take action [specify instructions]
distract the rogue and try not to lose that 3v1 fight too quickly
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Rolled 4, 10, 16, 14, 9, 10, 14, 9, 4, 19, 5, 13, 6, 20, 1, 20 = 174 (16d20)

>>5317022
>>5317028
>>5317098
>>5317131
>>5317153
“Cover my back,” you command the kobolds. “Do NOT fail me a second time.”

You can feel your subordinates’ palpable anxiety in the back of your mind as you channel your mana for a <Jump>. With a speed and grace that neither mammal below could have possibly expected, you leap from the window , springing not vertically but straight at them—specifically, at the berserker who so abused the glowworm princess. Your speed is more than they were prepared for, but to his credit, the half-elf is still able to fire an arrow off…


[3d20 athleticism to guide the jump, 3d20 spellcraft to use your ring, 3d20 melee, 3d20 for your kobolds, 3d20 for your enemies, and 1d20 mystery die]
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What the fuck are the dice today?
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>>5317428
>3d20 athleticism to guide the jump
16
>3d20 spellcraft to use your ring
14
>3d20 melee
14
>3d20 for your kobolds
19
>3d20 for your enemies
20 AND 1
>1d20 mystery die
20

>>5317445
This shit is gonna get CRAZY
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>>5317450
jesus christ
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>>5317428
>16 athleticism
>14 spellcraft
>6 (half-elf ranger)
You are able to angle your descent and bring up your hand—your off-hand, bearing the Ring of Protection. The arrow is subtly redirected by the sudden pulse of invisible energy… But your shocking and frightening approach does the bulk of the work for you. You’re not certain the magical item would have been sufficient on its own, as you wielded it, to properly save you from a well-aimed arrow.

Well, a win is a win you suppose. You land well, between Glowie and the raging, shirtless human in his horned helm. You rise, drawing both of your swords as you do so, and face down your foes.

>19, 13 vs. 13, 1 (kobold support)

You hear a panicked cry and a heavy thump behind you—a human voice, not a kobold one. A rain of sling-stones drives back the half-elf a moment later, accompanied by yelps and snarls of the kobolds on the roof, confirming the defeat of the rooftop rogue by your retinue. Perhaps not QUITE so useless after all, then, those miniature minions of yours…

But also not likely to be the deciding factor, but the way the larger mammal strides forward—the horn-helmed one—and utterly ignores the impacts, despite his near-nudity.

The enormous human puffs out his chest, thumping a single fist upon it and raising his maul in a salute. He bellows something in a tongue you are unfamiliar with… And yet, you understand a challenge when it is thus issued.

“Then come,” you retort in the True Speech.

He grins. You grimace. He charges. You meet him.

>14, 9 (swordsmanship)
>20 (berserker)

…And you quickly learn how Glowie was so badly brutalized.
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>>5317503
“RAAAAAARGH!”

You are mightier than she, better-trained in the martial arts, better-armed, better armoured.

“AAAAAGH!”

And yet you are UTTERLY outmatched. You stab and slash at him once, twice. You land one blow, miss the other. You’re not sure which was which and, while you see him dripping with crimson, the madman doesn’t slow for even a second. Even thus injured, every swing of the monster-man’s maul comes swifter than you could ever imagine such a hunk of metal moving. The head of the massive warhammer is like a small boulder but it swings with speeds you struggle to match with your sword. There is no additional opening—NONE—that you can exploit. Your charge results only in an immediate, frantic retreat.

Staring at that horned helm, that monstrous and hirsute figure, your ears ringing with this mammal-male’s war-cries, you think you truly understand for the first time what it must be like for the smaller and lesser beings you have encountered to face YOU…

>BOOM

And that’s BEFORE the maul catches you in the chest, buckling in your breastplate and crushing your ribs. You vomit blood and fallback, stumbling over the very damsel-in-distress you had come to rescue and landing upon your back.

“N-no… Not like this!” you force the words out through imploding lungs, glaring up at him and readying a burst of firebreath. “I’ll burn you to cinders you damned APE!”

…But you are winded, wounded. You try to regurgitate dragonfire, but yoru firelung is spasming as well, and you can only cough up smoke. You can’t strike yourself, not faster than he can raise his maul—as he is now—and bring it down on your head—as he is about to. The human titan laughs once, a sound of rage and joy as one, and says something you don’t understand LITERALLY, but somehow feel as if you understand EMOTIONALLY.

He’s congratulating you on a good death.
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>>5317506
But then… Something happens. The berserker’s expression twists. He twitches, his muscles pulse, but he does not bring the hammer down. Instead… he slowly, gradually, sinks to one knee. His arms sink down to his sides, the maul slipping from his fingers. His eyes bug out and he stares at you in hate and confusion, as if you did this to him…

20

But it was Glowie. Her hands reach out weakly to grab his leg, and her mouth—including distinctly non-reptiloid mandibles hidden at the rear of her mouth—are sunk dep into the meat of the human’s powerfully-muscled calf. Her throat throbs and flexes as hidden glands pump ounce after ounce of paralytic venom into your would-be killer.

“D-disohonour,” the human grunts n the Northern Common-tongue, his voice as heavily-accented as your own.

And then… He falls, like a stone dislodged by a breeze, tumbling down into depths unknown. He lands face-first. He scarcely breathes. He does not move.

“You… Okay?” Glowie asks, dislodging her fangs from her victim with come effort.

You force yourself up into a sitting position, still not quite able to stand. You look at the human who very nearly slew you, and then at the bug—looking half-dead herself—who saved you.

“Sorry,” she says, looking as if she might cry again. “Tried… But failed. Failed my king…”

Glowie’s eyes begin to slide shut, her strength failing her.

“Glowie…”

"I'm sorry," she whimpers, and says no more.

“The half-elf!” Tessu shouts.

“He’s getting away!” Ivno shrieks. “Get him! Stop him!”

You force yourself you your feet, ripping away your now-uncomfortable chest-armour and taking a deep, shuddering breath. Glowie, for her part, is in no shape to rejoin the fray—that last effort was all she had left in her.

What do you do?
>Use <Guidance> and <Improved Dragonshape> to track down and finish the half-elf
>Let the kobolds chase the remaining mammal—you need to attend to Glowie! Perhaps one of the defeated adventurers has some sort of potion?
>Invoke the <Divine Favour>, which your mother bestowed you, to give you the strength to do both
>Write-in
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>>5317512
>Use <Guidance> and <Improved Dragonshape> to track down and finish the half-elf
We're absolutely screwed if this guy gets away and brings the humans on our heads. I don't trust the kobolds at all.
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>>5317512
>Let the kobolds chase the remaining mammal—you need to attend to Glowie! Perhaps one of the defeated adventurers has some sort of potion?

It's really important that she doesn't die here. Getting the Mother of Dragons favor back to the reptilians is contingent on her. We were able to make the goddess relent on that matter and agree to it if the Chaplain accepts Glowie. We'll just have to pray the kobolds can chase down the half elf.
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>>5317512
>Use <Guidance> and <Improved Dragonshape> to track down and finish the half-elf
Expend all our mana if we have to. We can regen it back and it'll all be worth it if we secure the no-witnesses clear
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>>5317512
>Use <Guidance> and <Improved Dragonshape> to track down and finish the half-elf

Don’t let Glowie die please…
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Can't we yell at the kobolds to help Glowie while we go after the half-elf?
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>>5317512
>Invoke the <Divine Favour>, which your mother bestowed you, to give you the strength to do both
This is the way.
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>>5317529
>>5317525

[There IS a write-in option, but the matter to which you do not attend personally, if indeed you do not do BOTH with the Favour or a clever-enough write-in, will have a much lower chance of success. This could mean the half-elf escaping... Or Glowie dying.]
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>>5317512
>Let the kobolds chase the remaining mammal—you need to attend to Glowie! Perhaps one of the defeated adventurers has some sort of potion?
Wrong vote change
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>>5317529
Guys, can we please prioritize Glowie here? She's literally the ONE THING that's needed on getting one of the reptilian's rogue gods back on their side AND she quite literally just saved our life. I'm going to brainstorm a write-in but please do not choose chasing the half-elf. It'll be a headache but no one that can't be solved compared the problem of Glowie dying.
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>>5317541
They WILL spread the word and send reinforcements of we do not kill the half-elf
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>>5317541
>one of the reptilian's rogue gods back on their side
Via replacing us.
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>>5317506
>>5317512
>*You can’t strike back
>*D-dishonour
>*some effort
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>>5317545
Do you not read?

“Still… I cannot let my race be consumed and replaced by insects,” you say. “What would it take, for my race and the ‘greatworms’ to work together, as a united front?”

The Divine Mother tuts, but to your surprise, she relents. She tells you: “If you can make your father’s people accept your mate—my cleric—then perhaps there is hope. Take her as your queen. Form a kingdom, allied with that from which you hail. I doubt it is possible, mind you, for they are poisoned by HIM.”

>>5317544
And? We can deal with reinforcements, we cannot do anything if Glowie dies. Once she's dead, she's dead.
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Anons had to vote for the troll write-in…
Was it really on purpose to kill Glowie like the other anon said?
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>>5316292
There’s something wrong with this faggot…
Second time malicious voting to snipe at a character he hates…
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>>5317555
Yeah, that guy can't seem to accept the decisions made around Glowie so his solution is "bug-squashing." It's one thing to argue against and say you dislike a certain character, but it's an entirely other thing to actively try to grief any actions with that character in an attempt to get them killed.

I know QM said there was no "wrong answers" for choosing who to send Glowie against, but there was a clear level of danger between all of them, and a clear indication to which actions Glowie seem best suited to. I somehow doubt that the anon who constantly goes on and on about "bug squashing" was voting in good faith to send Glowie against what seemed out of all the options to be her worst matchup.

And now we're here.
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>>5317512
>Use <Guidance> and <Improved Dragonshape> to track down and finish the half-elf
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>>5317512
>Let the kobolds chase the remaining mammal—you need to attend to Glowie! Perhaps one of the defeated adventurers has some sort of potion?
>Invoke the <Divine Favour>, which your mother bestowed you, to give you the strength to do both

Voting for both of these. Would rather just save Glowie, but I'd rather use the favor than not save her too.
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>>5317539
Can you change too? It'd be really sad to go through this whole character arc with Glowie and the Mother of Dragons to have her die right now. It wouldn't even have any benefits like the Persecutor route. We're not gaining any favor for leaving her to die because of a human.
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>>5317589
[Anon already did: >>5317539. If you want Persecutor favour, though, I guess you could kill her yourself... Pledging your own unborn heirs' lives to Death could make you a Death Knight, too, for that matter.]
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>>5317589
Ok

>Let the kobolds chase the remaining mammal—you need to attend to Glowie! Perhaps one of the defeated adventurers has some sort of potion?
>Invoke the <Divine Favour>, which your mother bestowed you, to give you the strength to do both
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>>5317591
Oh, no. I meant for them to include divine favor in their vote so it's 3-3 on votes for saving Glowie.
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>>5317512
> Let the kobolds chase the remaining mammal—you need to attend to Glowie! Perhaps one of the defeated adventurers has some sort of potion
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>>5317512
>Invoke the <Divine Favour>, which your mother bestowed you, to give you the strength to do both
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fuck does any big brain anon have a write in that favor is big
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>>5317512
QM, what do we have in our inventory right now?

A good write in may depend on this…

Also, I’m not sure what to vote for yet - but I’m 100% against invoking our divine favour here!
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