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You looked at the blue sky that carried the many clouds the signal autumns coming, beams of light break through them, giving a gloomy feeling to this place.
The humid air brought a cold that seeped into your bones.
The only thing you can do is take a walk and take inventory of the facts you know.
1- This was a backwater village struggling to survive.
2- Metis had given them a fake summoning circle. The why is unclear.
3- They had tried to summon a human, such as yourself, and brought something that destroyed this town. Their reasons for doing it are also unclear.
4- It was something from planet Earth, and it had left alone the farm animals

You could ask the question of where is everyone or where did they summon the creature, but that did not matter to you or Ihlist , your employer.
You needed to know in which direction it had fled.
The rain had erased almost all the tracks that you could have followed.
You needed luck or a way to track the creature.
Perhaps a tool like the one used by inquisitors, another limiting factor in this hunt.
Would any show up?

While you were considering all these ideas, your walk took you to the riverbank.
It wasn't very deep and the buildings from when they panned for gold were sinking into its mud.
The murky waters moved slowly, dragging bits of shore with them as they passed.
You wondered why the town hadn't already submerged, if there was such a high degree of erosion.
Another weird thing about this place.
You sighed, thinking how you were going to do this, how you were going to find the creature.


Where are you going to look for evidence?
[Select a location and what you are looking for in general]
[Roll 3d20 b03]
>The ruined church
>The river/bridge
>The houses (any specific?)
>Crop fields
>Fuck it, give up
>Write in

Rolled 17, 16, 3 = 36 (3d20)

>>5457620
>>The ruined church

Rolled 7, 18, 9 = 34 (3d20)

>>5457620
>The ruined church
welcome back QM!

Rolled 7, 2, 15 = 24 (3d20)

>>5457620
>>The ruined church

>>5457620
>The ruined church
Let's see if we can live past the first five posts, team!

>>5457620
Church!
Did you update the stats, since the last thread?

>>5457640
Thanks, i have been puting this off.

>>5458043
>Let's see if we can live past the first five posts, team!
there are a couple of plans in case the MC dies so the thread doesn't die with him.
Even so, it would still shatter many points of the "plot".

>>5458206
>Did you update the stats, since the last thread?
Yes, maybe i forgot something but i think i didn't

I'm writtin

>>The ruined church
If you wanted to answer the questions of what had caused this, the best place to investigate would be what was clearly the source of what had happened here.
The church was probably chosen as the basin of the catastrophe because of its thick walls and the belief that the house of God would never fall.

You crossed a bridge that dipped into the mud to find a pile of rocks vaguely brick-shaped.
There were no walls left and several birds, acting as scavengers, jumped among the rubble, searching their crevices.
They looked like crows, if a little distorted.
They gave you a few furtive glances, but they did not stop their search for your presence.
You decided to act like them and started scouring the terrain for clues of some kind.


It was impossible for nothing to remain.
Although it really seemed that the rain and the collapse of the building had erased all traces of what happened here.
Only held here was a smell that you couldn't identify and what you thought were gargoyles in pieces.
Gargoyles only in function, they were sculptures of humans dressed in robes.
It made you wonder what the building would have looked like when it was still standing.


>1º [ Roll 17 + 6 +3 (Rascal) DC 10 : Note]
You were wondering if there really was something here when you saw movement of something that wasn't a bird.
A piece of white cloth caught between two rocks.
The pile of stones was not very high, but it did not look like a product of the collapse.
It had been put here after the building fell down.
There was no doubt about it, someone had prepared this.

You approached, expecting a grave.
At the foot of a pile of stones, a small wooden box.
You didn't really think about your next actions, you just opened it up and took out folded paper.
It was the only thing in it.
Opening it you discovered that it was a note.
Waiting for answers you began to read under the gaze of the almost crows

"Dear reader

If you are reading this, a demon has destroyed this town.
I'm not sure where he is but I can assure you it's the same one who was described as assassinating that mayor.
He came here a few days ago, he was dressed as an elf.
Before we knew it, he sacrificed a lot of people to summon more demons.
They had a lot of demon tech but they were not accompanied by chimeras.
I survived by hiding in the forest and now I will flee north.
Please find the demons and kill them.
All Mother, please hear our prayers.

-John

Ps: I drew the demon behind, in case it helps. "

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You turned the paper over and there was a drawing, its quality left to be desired.
You pushed those thoughts away and focused on the madness the note told.
That was not what had happened, it was not possible.
This was... Metis instigating the inquisition's paranoia.
How many of these notes had he made?
How many have been found?
How many inquisitors are roaming the area?
How long will it take for them to track you down with their magical gadgets like the one Salazar showed you?

This was a problem and you began to consider giving up this hunt.

>2nd [Roll 18 +6 +3 (Rascal) DC 15 : People]
This was worrying you more than you expected.
You knew that several villages had been destroyed, so Metis would have left similar notes in different places.
A storm of terrible possibilities and wicked futures clouds your judgement.
You stayed stuck in this state of mind until one of the birds fell to the ground near you.

You turned your head just in time to see it take flight and attack another.
They were fighting over something they had pulled out of cracks in the rubble.
You found the scene entertaining, it relaxed you a bit and you paid a little more attention to them.
And so you noticed, that it was a finger what they were fighting over.
It was wrinkled and had a gold ring on it, and one of the birds quickly swallowed it.
before its opponent could steal its lunch.
And with a bit of horror, you paid attention to the other scavengers.
Shreds of meat in their beaks, they plunged their heads between stones to devour what was left of the villagers.
The unknown smell finally identified as meat beginning to rot.


After emptying the contents of your stomach, you continued to observe, sometimes moving stones to better see what was left of these people.
The bodies couldn't tell you much other than what you already knew.
They were poor and old, elves nearing death.
The only real discovery, that their death was accidental.
What came out of the portal didn't try to eat them.
So you deduced that the destruction of this town was due to the panic that this caused the animal.

>3º [Roll 15 + 8 +3(Animal empathy) DC20 : Specific direction]
With the idea that the animal had fled through the town, you drew a map in your head.
Observing the demolished buildings and those that were still standing, you traced their route.
It wasn't perfect, but you found a trail.

At first you had dismissed them as random puddles of water.
Now you saw the pattern, and they painted a picture of a gigantic creature.
The prints are as big as your forearm, somewhat round and very deep.
This gave you a clearer idea of the type of animal, and now you had the certainty of where it had fled.
It only remained to kill it to complete your contract.
Although, you weren't quite sure how to do it.
You had time to plan, luckily.

The group climbed into the truck, and you followed the trail before more rain washed it out completely.
You would decide what to do once the risk of not being able to do anything disappeared.

[While traveling to the animal's location, choose an interaction for the journey.]
>Ghal and Geth (existential crisis)
>Flora and Jericho (Professional inquiries)
>Tog and Potato (Fear of tech)
>Write in (Select characters to converse among them.)

Next post i will reveal the specific creature, last thread an anon successfully deduced it was a dinosaur.
I recommend you begin to think about how you plan to kill it (if you do it)

>First post of the quest is 1000 words and gets divided into 4 parts becouse i tried to be clever but it looks stupid.
>Feels good to be a moron

>>5458860
>Ghal and Geth (existential crisis)

>>5458860
>>Ghal and Geth (existential crisis)

>>5458860
>cum inside Rakta

>>5458860
>Ghal and Geth (existential crisis)
Don’t worry we still love you

>>5458860
>Flora and Jericho (Professional inquiries)
Maybe they can help us brainstorm some proepr combat spells. A fireball or lightning bolt could be quite handy right about now...

>Ghal and Geth (existential crisis)

Ghal was frustrated at the situation in which he was trapped.
For another creature thirsty for knowledge harassed him in search of understanding.
The metallic fairy had discovered that his body was a creation of humanity.
Ghal had no confirmation of how the creature had obtained that secret, but he was betting on Flora.
And sadly he couldn't send his annoyance away like he did with her.
In his last attempt to ward off the vermin, he had locked himself in the truck's freezer.

"Cloak is no grace in thee. Answer have not supplied to the riddle."
"Go away you hack, there is no answer."
The metallic irritation crawled out of one of the vents.
Ghal had learned that the creature had taken a liking to inhabiting the walls of the cold room, but he hoped that the iron bars would prevent its entry.
Geth had already taken care of that, having filed them down enough to make way for him.

"Always expected, looming over you.
I carry primal fears that cannot be ignored.
And in the end, I will flood your mind.
What am I?”

"I did not consent to participate in this game! Leave, pest."
Ghal said, angry to be forced to entertain the critter and fearful of what could happen if he answered incorrectly.
"A body without freedom cannot sanction, participation is imposed.” The pixie answered without changing its monotone or abrasive voice.

“I’m free, I can choose where I’m and what I will do. Now go away.”
Ghal dismissed the creature instinctively, his words left his mouth before he had though the through.

“Thee call the human a Master when not in sight, thee cannot see a fate without the gent and barks at who can.
Bid of a path alone thee might take? Serfdom breed in though, slightly above a hound.”

There was only a small tone of mockery in the machines voice, for it believed everything it had said.
Ghal was shocked by that, and began walking towards the creature perched on the wall like a cockroach.
And when he got near enough to have thoughts of striking it down, an epiphany.
“Why am I doing this?”

The only answer he got was “hatred”.
Not good enough, was his response.
He did not want to be taken down to its level, he would not fall.
He breathed out, trying to recompose himself.
“Don’t play into its game, its taunting you.” He repeated to himself.
“I’m free, I can do as I want. I will ask Master to get rid of this vermin later.”
The Master, he had freed him from the old Masters
The old Masters, the Humans , the ...
“Why can’t I insult them?”
a sorrow began to creep up his voice, he fears that the metallic abomination has a point.


“Blossom in doubt, insight is upon us. Revelation in Introversion.” Geth cheered for him, knowing this would be interesting.

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The sparse woodlands in the area were almost unsuitable to be called a forest.
Trees scattered with a lot of space between them, something that would have helped any other hunt.
But in this case it was a nuisance, the creature's trail was so large that it blended in with naturally formed puddles and broken brush to track was almost non-existent.
On the plus side, your prey was a gigantic creature.
And either by luck or skill, you managed to find it.

It was a gigantic reptile from an extinct era.
A long-necked dinosaur ripping apart a small trees to eat them.
Fat but sickly looking, the animal chewed loudly.
You could hear the wood snapping on its molars..
You did not remember the name of the dinosaur in front of you, but you were sure that you had seen in books and movies since you were a child.
The herbivore was something different from what you expected tho, many of the scales had thorns.
But you were thankful the creature was peaceful at this moment
Its small black eyes watched your group, making sure you didn’t get too close.

It was a beautiful creature, but a notable corruption spread across his back.
It's something you've seen before, when Gaia possessed the Chimera Butcher.
in this case, it hadn't spread that far and it didn't seem like she was in control either.


After a few seconds appreciating what you had in front of you, you remembered what you were here for.
Ihlist also made it known, but it was more about the confusion about the lack of demons.
“Anon, I thought we were tracking what emerged from the village. While it looks odd, it’s not a demon.”
“Its what got summoned at the village. No demons.”
Your quick response caught her by surprise.
“Oh. How do you plan to kill it? This thing will still get me enough fame to get included in the family tree again.”
She must still be in awe at the creature, because she was not rude to you.

And she had made the correct question, how are you supposed to kill it? [Roll 2d20 Bo3]
>Simple, you won’t do it (How do you tell Ihlist?)
>Cast some spells (Which ones) then attack it (With who?)
>Prepare a trap ( Explain?)
>Weld spikes into the truck and charge at it
>Use Psalms of the vagabond before stabbing it in the neck (How many times?)
>[Write in complex plan]
>Write in something unrelated

Rolled 16, 11 = 27 (2d20)

>>5459922
Feed it it's favorite food: a tree star, it will then become our friend.
Now that the joke is out of the way, I have no fucking idea how to kill a dinosaur, so I'm just going to roll and wait someone smarter to come up with a plan.
Maybe we could make a big puddle with that grease spell, so it trips and breaks it neck or something

Sorry I'm late, I was making this image (below) and it took me 1 and 1/2 hours.
Still worth it, but thank god I made the dino image a few days ago.

anyway.
>>5459194
>Maybe they can help us brainstorm some proepr combat spells.
Sorry for the misconception , it was more about NPC time.
You have 10 in your party and I know they dont get enough time.
Tell me if it becomes boring.

>>5459184
;-)

>>5459046
This image is for you, go ahead.
Stick it in.
https://files.catbox.moe/w8o7uk.jpg

>>5459925
> so it trips and breaks it neck or something
it does have neck for days

Rolled 2, 11 = 13 (2d20)

>>5459922
>Prepare a trap ( Explain?)
Anchor several lengths of rope to large boulders or equally massive structures, then prepare the aberrance batteries.
Approach the brontosaurus carefully, and lay out snares below its feet using the rope while its distracted with eating. Then attempt to tie its neck with another rope.
While attempting to tie its neck, make the rest of the team charge in and stab the creature using several harpoon-like makeshift spears tied to a length of rope to inmobilize it further.
Then stab it in the neck repeatedly with our gun.
>>5459928
>pic
That ain't Rakta tho

>>5459928
>the gorn
Appropriate for Flora's malevolent true nature, and very well-done but anon asked for Rakta

>>5459922
A combo of >>5459925 and >>5459961, maybe...
>Set a trap
>lure or chase the beast towards a Grease trap, and into a trip-rope above some spikes enchanted with Rending/Vicious spells.

Rolled 6, 17 = 23 (2d20)

>>5459922
(Oh, and my roll)

Rolled 1 + 7 (1d4 + 7)

Rolled 8, 1, 3, 7, 17, 6 = 42 (6d20)

Rolled 3, 1, 4 = 8 (3d6)

>TRAP
[Immobilization with grease spell and ropes + spikes with Rending spell + attack to neck with Rending spell.]

The creature in front of you is gigantic, as big as a house.
So you come to the conclusion that if you're going to kill it, you have one chance before it gets ugly.
So a trap is the most reasonable option.

[Animal empathy skill + Insight = autopass; Trap prepared.]

You've never interacted with a dinosaur, but you understand how animals think well than most people.
This is a prey animal, but its large size prevents it from seeing you as a threat.
So, with slow movements you are able to get reasonably close to prepare a trap.

[ 11 aberrance used in spells (Greater grease)&(Vicious weapon)*2]
[Aberrance batteries Empty, Potato on 3 Aberrance]

With magical assistance from Potato and Flora, you create a thin layer of oily liquid that covers the obvious exit from the clearing.
Hildra and Rakta prepare the second part, felling some trees and transforming them into gigantic stakes.
They place this barricade at the edge of the oily "lake" so that if the creature were to slip, it would be impaled.
You also took care of enchanting those giant stakes and your polearm with spells to rend the flesh.
One more layer to make sure the animal died quickly.

This, however, only lasted 10 minutes.
With no time to lose, you executed the plan.
A loud sound behind the creature to scare it away, and it began to flee.
Its speed and great mass gave it enough inertia for it to lose control of its direction once on the grease.
You heard the dinosaur make a deep wail in panic as it tried to regain command over its path.
Its head trying to turn its body, the weight rotating out of position so much that it fell to on the side with a loud crash.
And it kept advancing thanks to the oil for a few seconds until it was stopped by the stakes.
Splitting scales and ribs, they sank into the abdomen.
A piercing shriek of pain echoed through the forest.
And Flora tried to pin down the animal with roots animated by magic.

[1d4+7= 8 damage from spikes]
[Roll 16 + 6(Flora Spell); DC 8 + 15(Strength); Result=Break free]

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The titan's strength was too much, the ropes snapped leaving the spriggan exhausted.
Bleeding profusely, the beast reared up in time to see you lunge at it.
You would have preferred a better opening to attack, but you didn't have time.
It was now or never.

[Roll 17 + 8(Strength) +2 (weapon train) -3 (Weapon used) + 9 (Power armor Bonus)= 33 ; DC17 + 15(Strength) +3 (Natural weapon) = 35 ; Result: You get hit]
[3d6 blunt damage - 3 (Power armor) = 5 damage]
[You have 1/6 HP]

All the air rushed out of your lungs, followed by a lot of blood.
You were about to hit the dinosaur's neck.
But it turned around, you saw a flash of the huge tail and then light.
Before your thoughts came together or the adrenaline let you feel the sharp pain of broken ribs, you hit the ground.
You still had quite a bit of speed, even in this heavy armor.
The world moved very fast, making you dizzy, but you hold on to consciousness.
You retained your senses to see the rest of your companions having paused their attack to see you fall, worried that you got killed.
And the cretaceous monstrosity, went mad with pain, destroying the forest around it.
The rage and agony making it do even more vicious attacks.

What will you do? (roll 2d20 Bo3) (You can select several teammates for a bigger bonus, on failure, I will split the damage to the whole group)
>attack alone
>Attack again, together with your group (Who participates?)
>Let your peers deal with this (Who does?)
>Withdraw!
>Write in

>>5461149
>Withdraw!
Sir anon bravely ran away

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I'm late again, sorry
I have been very quiet becouse i got frustrated with myself for not realizing I picked the wrong character.
Even more frustrated because when the new one has odd abdomen proportions and I don’t want to start over again.
The bright side is that it has the best Tyr face I have made so far.

https://files.catbox.moe/pwlfeg.PNG

>>5461151
OP can you please describe the nearby terrain?
I need it to make a strategy.

>>5461151
Also hold up what about the -1 damage from demonic vigor?

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>>5461989
Damn, I forgot about that one.
Thanks for reminding me.
[You have HP 2/6]

>>5461976
> OP, can you describe the nearby terrain?
Deciduous forests scattered across muddy terrain.
Tall grass and some stones cover the underbrush.

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>>5462015
>Write in
Ok how about pic

>>5462042
neat map.
The plan is completely valid.
I'm not sure how you want to maximize damage so I'll give you the stats of the NPCs.
If two or more NPCs attack at the same time, you can add the bonus of 1 to the attack of another,
but there will only be 1 attack (if they miss, the damage received is spread among all of them.)
Or let each one attack individually and be combat one on one. (If they miss they take the whole hit.)

It has more advantages than disadvantages to group up but it means that you do much less damage.

All NPC stats that i have.
https://pastebin.com/XCRNmamg

>>5462051
According to this information, we should give our short sword to Emilia, have Flora go around and cast mage armor on the melee people (this shouldn't take long because 'Forest walker'), and order Ihlist to spam arrows alongside us.
Jericho can act as a cheerleader or use ranged offense spells.
Rakta should attack alongside Emilia, and Ghal alongside Hildra so they don't get nuked individually.

We are tied...

1 vote to run away>>5461155
1 vote to kill it>>5462057

No hurry, but these are not compatible choices.

>>5461151
>>5462285
I vote to kill it. I'm >>5459999, btw.

The plan to spam flaming arrows and send our buds to mob the thing sounds good. Ilhist has the most to gain here, so she can take point.

Rolled 20, 13 = 33 (2d20)

>>5462285
>>5462292
Damnit, forgot my roll again.

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Rolled 12, 4 = 16 (2d20)

>>5462285
>>5462292
>>5462295
rolling for whatever the fuck, I'm too busy to follow along the thread, irl stuff. maybe later. Go kill or tame that dino, fellas!

Rolled 19, 16 = 35 (2d20)

Rolling
I'm the coward on the phone

Rolled 11, 1, 17 = 29 (3d20)

>>5462361
Good luck

>>5462372
I have also lurked quest, i dont blame you.

Rolled 4 + 2 (1d4 + 2)

>>5462397
I meant that I'm the guy that to voted to run away.
I had forgotten to roll

You were staying on your feet with some difficulty, but you gave your teammates a thumbs up in the distance to continue with the plan you had created.

You had left Flora exhausted from casting protection spells on your teammates, but they attacked following Rakta.
Before they got too close, you decided to use some fire arrows to block exits.
Your secondary objective, damage the dinosaur a little more.
With a few well positioned the medium puddle of oil burned.
The creature managed to move away but its rage turned into absolute panic.
With wails of terror and his little eyes wide open he began to run.
The flames were not very high but they spread quickly, giving the animal the impression that it was surrounded.

[Roll 20 + 8 DC: How do I do this? Result: Success becouse nat 20 And i dont want to deal with this]
[1d4 damage - 2 (Creataceous Vigor) = 2]

Your arrows hit without any problem, the animal too scared to notice the pain.
Or the fact that he was charging at Rakta and the group.

[Roll 16 + 9(Rakta) + 6(hildra) +3 (Ghal) + 3(Emilia)= 37 ; DC: 17 + 15 = 32 ; Result: 5 pure damage - 2 (Creataceous Vigor)= 3]

The four of them managed to block the animal's path for a few seconds.
Hildra struck at his knee and the beast fell back to the ground.
Ignoring the pain it kept trying to move, frantically waving its tail to keep you away.
But it didn't work, a coordinated diversion from Ghal and Emilia was enough for Rakta to get close enough.
He received a deep cut on his neck.
From where you were you were able to see a bit of bone from the vertebrae.

The group moved away a bit, waiting for the death throes of a cornered animal.
The dinosaur got up, and began to run.
These attacks had caused him much pain, but the terror of the fire prompted him to flee.
Much faster than you would have expected from an animal of that size.
You stood there waiting for it to bleed out and fall to the ground dead.
But it didn't, the risk of you losing it became very real.

FUCK!

You were all exhausted and almost out of magic, and the dinosaur is running at full speed!
Why is it so hard to kill?

What will you do? (roll 1d20 Bo3)
>Go after it in the truck (Roll to avoid getting the truck stuck on mud)
>Go after it on foot (No roll needed, but you wont be able to retreat)
>Leave it alone, not worth it.
>Write in


I will make a drawing of the dino if i have time.
>>5462415
then this short update might be ironic.

Rolled 18 (1d20)

>>5462423
>Go after it in the truck (Roll to avoid getting the truck stuck on mud)
If only we had an elephant gun, we could go full pulp adventure on this dinosaur.

Rolled 15 (1d20)

>>5462423
>Go after it in the truck (Roll to avoid getting the truck stuck on mud)
Poor thing. I feel bad for how much it's suffering. A job is a job, though. Let's put it out of its misey.

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We have pass the 5 posts on this thread.
That means the MC will probably survive.
Huzah!

Rolled 2 (1d20)

>>5462423
>>Go after it in the truck (Roll to avoid getting the truck stuck on mud)
If it continues to not die we will have to grab our Actual Gun and perform a tactical magdump.

Rolled 6 (1d20)

>>5462451
Can't we self heal with the heal spell? Can we like just, knock it out?

>>5461157
>this pic
Nice.

>>5462451
>this pic
:( Not nice. Hold still so we can kill you, friend!

>>5462621
>Can't we self heal with the heal spell?
Yes
>knock it out?
Yes?
How do you intend to complete the contract?

>>5462857
>Animal empathy: +3 to roll of Speech and Insight when interacting with an animal.
We got that +3 animal empathy, maybe we could try to intimidate it into laying down submissively so we can tame it and heal both our wounds.
OUR DINO BUDDY!

Rolled 14 (1d20)

>>5462923
Seems unlikely to me, and also I'm not sure how we would drag it along with us everywhere. It's... Pretty big and pretty flighty.

>>5463131
Animal handling, carrot and stick tactics. It's a dinosaur how can you say you DON'T want one as a pet?

>>5463265
We already have a cat and Ghal, so I'm happy.

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You all got on the truck and quickly started following the animal.
You were a little sad that you couldn't kill him with one blow.
It was in pain and refused to accept that you had to kill him.
It was a tough creature that had given you more trouble than many other opponents.
Honestly, you were considering using bullets since you didn't know how much fight it still had in its body.
And now, driving down muddy dirt roads, you wondered if it was really worth it.
What if you were able to capture this majestic creature?
What if you could live every child's fantasy?

[Roll: 18 + 6 (Instinct); AD 16; Result: Dodged!]

You swerved quickly to avoid a large rock and you lost focus.
You didn't remember what you were thinking
but it was probably a dangerous idea.
Something that might work or kill you.
Oh well, since you didn't remember it was time to kill the dinosaur.


You didn't have to keep driving for long.
You found the animal in a clearing, panting.
It was trying to fill its lungs with air, but there was blood inside them.
Each breath of air took was a struggle against a rending pain.
But it clung to life.
The wounds around the body bleed less, the reason was unknown to you.
Maybe it was its physiology, maybe Gaia’s corruption.
But the dinosaur hadn't stopped, it was still walking, albeit slowly.

The creature was in a trance, moving by inertia.
Unbelievably, some conscious remained since you got too close and it cocked its head in your direction.
It quickened its steps a bit.
But you could see in those half-dead eyes that it was not afraid.
It was furious, but it didn't want to fight.
This gave you a little preparation time.
[Rakta heals you to max HP, she does not have Aberrance left]

What are you going to do? [Roll 1d20 Bo3]
>Cast some spells (Which ones)
>Attack it (With who?)
>Shoot at it
>Ram it with the truck
>Use Psalms of the vagabond before stabbing it in the neck (How many times?)
>Try to tame it (HOW?) (Failure will result in taking a hit)
>Write in

How much time did it pass since it ran away? 1d20 min/ Mage armor last 10 min.
Next post will have this resolution an Interlude from Cedalion.

Rolled 20 (1d20)

>>5463370
>Shoot at it
Goodnight sweet prince

Rolled 5 (1d20)

>>5462923
With all my love, this thing shares the <Chosen> skill with you.
And its mad.
If you want to try it, have a good plan.
Also
How would Ihlist take a trophy from the dino if you take it as a pet?

>>5463277
I thought you were going to say Potato or Flora.
Ghal caught me by surprise.
kek

>>5463377
I'm tempted to change my vote to taming it after that roll, but I feel like it would be cheating.
Also OP said that some things are impossible no matter how well we roll, and in my opinion befriending an animal after hunting it down is something like that.
Althought we could try to heal or feed it? It's furious but doesn't want to fight. But how do we keep a dinosaur fed and healthy?

>>5463379
>How would Ihlist take a trophy from the dino if you take it as a pet?
She could appear riding on top of it. That should leave enough of an impression with her father.

Also we would probably need to remove that Gaia mark from Littlefoot here, and I have no idea how.
Taming seems a very bad idea the more I think about it.

Rolled 18 (1d20)

>>5463370
>>Shoot at it

Rolled 19 (1d20)

>>5463370
>Shoot at it
Better kill it fast before Gaia possesses it and pulls a mega death ray out of the dino's ass.
Also Ihlist deserves some mean words after telling us to kill an innocent creature for such a dumb reason like 'status'.
If she was more reasonable she could have become famous by opening a zoo.

>>5463377
>>5463394
>>5463505
>20, 19 and 18 for shooting the dino
It's dead

>>5463505
I mean, we didn't NED to accept once we knew it was a herbivore who only collapsed that building out of panic. That's on us.

>>5463549
fuck man this sucks.

>>5463549
But that's a secret. Just keep shifting the blame onto her.

Rolled 4, 2 + 1 = 7 (2d4 + 1)

It was time to put it out of its misery.
This was the only thing that mattered now.
You had thoughts of doubt that imagined a different present.
Thoughts that questioned your decisions, stating that there was another way.
"Was" being the key word, they were options that you no longer had.
And being honest, they had just as many problems.
So you swallowed your regret and shot the dinosaur while apologizing to it.
How many creatures had you actually killed since you arrived?
Except for chimeras and cursed abominations...
None came to your mind.

[Roll 20 + ; DC I don't care; Damage 2d4 + 1 - 2= 7 - 2 = 5 damage]
[You spend a bullet]
[That was the amount of damage needed to kill it, neat]

The sound of your gun startled some of your companions.
They didn't know you had a firearm.
It startled you a bit too even inside the power armor, this was the first time you had fired a real weapon.
And by some coincidence of fate, you were very good at it.
The bullet traveled quickly and nestled on the animal's brain.
It didn't make any noise, it just stopped walking and fell to the ground.
With the exception of the shot and the falling corpse, it was an eerily quiet death.


"Good job." Ihlist patted you on the back, unable to understand what you were feeling.
"I think we should have done things differently." you mentioned
"I think not, there wasn't a lot we could have done."
"Capture it?"
"My father wants something to brag about not a financial burden, for that he already has my mother.
And keeping the beast a prisoner would be cruel, killing it is more expedient."

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You though about what she was saying as you walked over to the dead dinosaur.
Emilia accompanied you, the head would be for your employer , but the rest of the body was yours to loot.

>Gain 3d10 Rations or 2*Trade Good [Food; Bulk 1] (For trading)
[Ihlist receives the dinosaur head, the contract has been completed]

"Excellent, it's taken a little damage but it's as expected. I guess we should have negotiated the payment sooner." Ihlist spoke,
beginning the negotiations. "I was thinking of giving you a choice between trade bonds with the Saintimors estate, a bag of gems or a medium amount of paper money,
and before you say paper money, the small merchants will not accept it. The idea would be about 220."

Ah yes, the payment.
It was something you had to decide.
And you would have paid more attention but you couldn't concentrate.
The orange mist that is emerging from the cadaver was very distracting.

....

Choose intermission
>Cedalions supper [Fate of the Remnants]
>The Emperor and Milagros [Fate of War]
>Inquisitorial Experimentation [Fate of Qothos]
>Game of distortion (Add 1 image to this vote, I don't know what the event will be and neither will you)


I was making the Cedalion event, but it’s a game changer in many ways.
That felt unfair, players didn't get to choose the what or when.
So now you choose what plot changing event will happen next.
All of these events will be VERY important and all of them will happen in this thread, you choose the order and what happens inside of them.

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Stats of the dino in case you were curious:
Apatosaurus (Kind of)
Strength-[15] /Aberrance -[0] /Instinct-[9] /Speech-[0] / Corporeality –[18] /Insight – [2]
Chosen; when you roll for an action use Bo3
“Soulless”: Immunity all types of charm magic.
Cretaceous vigor: Reduce all damage by 2, resistance to diseases.
Rage: It can be activated if HP is lowered by half, it cannot retreat but gains a +5 to hit.
Monstrous prey: This creature ignores ALL injuries inside of combat
Natural weapons: + 3 to hit with natural weapons.

Tail whip [ + 18 to hit; Range: Medium; 3d6 blunt damage ]
Stomp [ + 18 to hit; 1d10 blunt damage and 1 permanent injury]

Also, I will do a rework of the combat system.
While contest rolls work well for melee, it's a pain in the ass for ranged.
I will be forced to adopt the classic armor save.

Probably something like
No Armor: 5 + Instinct = DC to hit you
Leather: 7 + Instinct
Heavy Steel 8 + Corporeality
Power Armor: 12 + Instinct

Or something like that, I'm getting ideas.
This will also create the need for initiative, but I will simply reverse the Corporality.
That way the squishies go first.

>>5464333
voting getting trade goods. We can butcher it for parts, tan preserve the skin and bones, but sell the meat, organs, and blood. The freezer in the truck should keep it all fresh until we find a place to sell it all.

Considering everything that gets summoned here (at least from our world) gets "demonized", does this mean the skins and bones are exceptionally tough can we craft them into armor?

>Cedalions supper [Fate of the Remnants]

Now that we're done and everyone is probably dead, can we loot the area?

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>>5464333
Poor dino, may he sleep well, our sweet prince. I don't know what should be for payment so I leave it for others
>Cedalions supper [Fate of the Remnants]
QM never expected us to latch onto him so as punishment we will continue to do so

>>5464333
>Cedalions supper [Fate of the Remnants]
Our poor, abandoned orphan. We will come back soon to properly adopt you don't worry.
Also take the gems.

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>>5464342
>Cedalions supper [Fate of the Remnants]

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>>5464333
>Cedalions supper
gotta know more about best boi
also : Marana Pallex

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I'm sitting in this old meeting room,
The walls are a yellowish color and the ceiling is falling apart.
One of the walls had already collapsed, leaving part of the room sunken.
This room is the heart of the Confederacy, and it’s as decayed as its people.
The unpleasant buzz of the lights was drowned out by my two captains, arguing over what action we should take next.
Our only witnesses are the mummified corpses of former military officers.
Here they had their last meeting before ending their lives, I could not bring myself to order a burial.
They abandoned us.
And when us became just me, I could not bring myself to let them go.


Them me became the three of us, and I don't know how long this will last.
The only thing keeping me afloat is my pride.
I pay fleeting attention to what my subordinates are saying.

“ <HUMAN> = 1 // Laws.List ( 1 ; 43 ) == True // PriorityQueue< HUMAN , Find > “ the android spouted, pointing accusingly at his opponent

"He left us, Charon!" the opposing abomination claimed "I'm not wasting my soldiers so you can have a new toy for your sex dungeon!"

I sigh disappointed that I expected anything else, so I look around the table for inspiration.
My creators and true brothers are just bleached bones.
Their hollow eye sockets give me a grim comfort.
It will all be over soon and I will rest.
Though my guts churn at the prospect of what I plan to do.
But I have nothing left to hold me here, or so I want to believe.


My fantasy is shattered when Rigek pulls me into the conversation, trying to get me to support his plan.
After centuries of service together and being his maker, I still don't understand how he follows his role with such passion.
He looks at me, expecting an answer to a question I didn't hear.
He is so repetitive that I know what he was asking me, and I give him my same repetitive answer.
"And what do you want me to do, Rigek. Approve a war we will lose?" I say, exhausted by this routine.

"Well, yes. There is nothing else to protect, we have an obligation to end the war." Rigek said calmly, convinced that this time I would agree to follow his plan.

"IF ( logic ) = False // <HUMAN> = 1" Charon repeated, as if that was a new revelation. "Main [ Protocol.List ( 1 ; 20 ) ] //< Humanity must endure # > "


"And WHAT?! Are you going to get yourself a few hundred clones? To do what?"
Rigek expresses, frustrated at the robot's inflexibility. "You just want to run more experiments, at the cost of everyone else, including humanity."

"Rigek == Traitor" Was the solemn reply.

"You egocentric toster, How do you dare say that?" The captain slammed his fist against the table,
the rotten wood couldn't take it and it shattered into pieces that fell to the floor.
"You have been ignoring orders since Cedalion created you, you are a failed experiment with delusions of grandeur."

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At that moment I intervened, I don't know why.
"Rigek, this meeting isn't getting us anywhere. Dismissed." I looked at Charon “both of you.”
And to my surprise, instead of getting up and leaving, they both stayed seated.
I knew the android could ignore my orders, but I did not know the chimera was capable of it too.

"No. A decision has to be made," Rigek said seriously, "Charon wants to clone the human. And that has the same problems as creating more captains, you have to ban it now."

Charon fumed, his words mixed with static.
" FALSE // Order.2 != [Proposal #224] " The android continued to speak monotonously, but his voice was too distorted to understand.

“It IS the same! You want to create sapient life under these conditions to be use as pawns in this sick cosmic game you see yourself as a player!”


I sit quietly and observe, Rigek is right on that point.
I remember our other captains made after the fall, they are the only successful ones, the rest didn’t made it far enough.
They couldn’t take this world or our mission at the time.

And as I wonder through my memories, I can distantly hear Charon call Rigek a hypocrite that advocates for war selfishly.
I find that funny, considering this entire city has only the three citizens.
Should we try to bring other races under our rule again? We have failed a few times on this idea, it’s a time consuming project that would keep this two occupied.
I peek out from my memories to see if this two have finally ended their scripts, but they are half way through this play.
How many times have they said these same arguments over and over again?
The fact that a human has appeared and they keep saying the same thing from a century past speaks poorly of our kind.


"Its the only way to have closure! We were made soldiers for a war that should have ended long ago.” Rigek speaks passionately about his war, about OUR war.
“I will forgive neither the Empire nor the Democracy. They want a real victory to help grieve? I will give them a war that feels earned, a conflict that finally unites them!
I will not be put down like a dog when we can do so much good."
He masks his bloodlust with good intentions and some truth, something that always bothers Charon.

“Process.Start("Self-destruct","/Rigek /t 0") == <False> // Process.Start("Self-destruct","/ALL /t 0") == <True>”

The chimera abomination refutes that is unfair to force people to be a legacy. The android points out that he wants bloodshed to be the fundation of his.
I don't react, there is nothing to say, I let them tire themselves out with arguments for the future of mankind, their death and how much is truly lost of the confederacy. They even bring the happiness of the humans into the debate, but it’s an argument done without real consideration, just another excuse to shut down their adversary.

They only passively agree on one thing, I failed at my mission. The rot eaters i had kept alive for... as long as i knew about them, are dead. All advantage we once had I have lost.
If the rot eaters had been killed two centuries ago, we might have won this war. But now… no, we will die.
Our only real alternative would be to flee, leave almost everything behind and go to uncharted lands. The risk of failure so immense that it would require a miracle to survive the first years, and we would still have the problem of reproduction and lack of direction. It’s an impossible dream at best.

I’m a monster, I have done nothing to prove otherwise.
Not to the world, not to myself, not to the old masters.
I just want an ending.

>I am not strong enough, all was lost long ago. I just want to rest. (Cedalion dies, the remnants have a civil war.)
>We are a blight on this world, i can only hope the scar will heal. (The three chimera leaders die)
>i have existed for more than 450 years for the sake of mankind, i can’t give up now (the Human Hunt begins)
>Lets end this on our terms, we are soldiers breed and trained (The end of the Great War nears)
>We have no reason to live except to survive, we must flee the continent (The remnants will try to escape.)
>[Locked](The Rot titan is dead)
>[Locked](You are not present)
>[Locked](All continental civilizations are still Hostile to the Remnants)
>Write in (not all write ins will work)

[incompatible ties will result in the default option. Cedalion dies.]
[Martyrdom route] Benefit = You can ask in depth questions about what each option will entail.

>>5465389
>Write in (not all write ins will work)
>The human has promised to return, it would be wiser to wait for him before the next step. He has a radio and a plan.

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Rolled 2 (1d2)

>>5464420
>>5464394
>>5464362
I'm sorry to disapoint but the Game of distorsion option is a separate from the others.
This three events are "scripted". They have set characters and setting.

>>5464355
>does this mean the skins and bones are exceptionally tough
they are better, yes.

>can we loot the area?
After this, yes.
But what do you mean by area? the dino?

>>5464394
>Pic of moth-man and... furries?
Are you the guy who planted furries in the quest last thread?
This is related, right?
We already said Dragons are giant carnivorous moths
am i seeing too much into this?

>>5465394
Has Charon told this to Cedalion?
1- Yes, so in the case of no near return, he will get permision for an expedition to search for the human.
2- No, if Cedalion gets desperate he will grant him more power and independance.

>>5465389
>Write in (not all write ins will work)
>The human has promised to return, it would be wiser to wait for him before the next step. He has a radio and a plan.
As anon suggested.

>suggest reproducing more chimeras for the sake of keeping shitty explorers, the church, and their inquisition out. If nothing else, having more chimeras would be useful if we have to go to war, be it against the nations or against Gaia and her giants.

>put a fence around all that Gaia bullshit to keep people out. no reason to send chimeras too close or they'll get possessed. AGAIN.

>consider growing mushrooms for....reasons, and change the hunting of people to the hunting of animals. More meat to grow more chimeras?

If the Write-in's don't work, then do this. yay scavenger hunt for the human!
>i have existed for more than 450 years for the sake of mankind, i can’t give up now (the Human Hunt begins)
>but like, send a very sneaky chimera to keep tabs on the human so we at least know where he is.

>>5465404
>they are better, yes.
Then fuck yeah man, let's keep the bones and skin. Maybe we can make something useful out of them. Maybe better over armor for the power armor? Like Temp. HP that degrades and is eventually destroyed? Maybe new armor for our friends? Maybe Rakta gets some new arms and armor?

>>5465404
Damnit Charon, you faggot.

>>5465420
But I guess the human hunt would lead to more or less the same thing.
>>5465411
I can support this anon's ideas. Our plan was to try to reform the chimeras. Did we tell Cedalion about it?
As how to convince the warhound: without an economy there can't be a war?

>>5465404
>But what do you mean by area
I think he meant the destroyed town longneck has left behind.
Feels a bit distateful in my opinion though.

>>5465411
The write ins should work.
I will group them up in.

>I must mantain order, I must keep our minds busy (Unstable rebuilding.)
Cedalion keeps sending the captains on sidequest and missions to keep them busy.
This will avoid the insurrection but increase their raids for a while.
I had not thought of this.
Feels like a pre school teacher making up games so the todlers dont fight.

>Like Temp. HP that degrades and is eventually destroyed?
I'm half way done rewritting the DC/armor system and i'm stealing that idea.


>>5465425
>Did we tell Cedalion about it?
yes
>without an economy there can't be a war?
he fully plans on dying on the war.
There is no need for economy if there is no future.

>>5465436
Out of all the races they could had tried recruiting into their population, have they considered dwarves or kobolds?

>>5465436
Have they considered collecting / searching through all the remains of the destroyed city to collect all they shiny bits looters might come to take? If you take all the shiny bobs and baubles away, the looters will fuck off due to lack of profits.

Had Cedalion considered domesticating animals, then using cybernetics to enhance and control them? Nothings more funnier than turning an inoculus horse into a bomb.

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>>5465444
Trip, but i'm undecided with that.

>>5465448
>Had Cedalion considered domesticating animals,then using cybernetics to enhance and control them?
I have no clue.
Games of distorsion is a bitch in that way.
I dont know for sure what they have.
the little bat fucks were not mi idea, i do not know what they are.
some anon added a image to the game and we got those.

Fuck, Cedalion did not exist till the 4th draft/rewrite of the plot and that was as a maybe in thread 3.
Players have more power than what you seem to think.

>>5465389
>Write in (not all write ins will work)
>The human has promised to return, it would be wiser to wait for him before the next step. He has a radio and a plan.
Why didnt he tell Cedalion?
Shit now I feel bad for leaving them to go adventuring. I really like Cedalion his death would also make returning to the federation pointless since Charon and Rigek wouldnt listen to us.

Can we make Calls with our radio to the Federation? Like reports on what we are doing sending life signals that we are still alive
>>5465411
>Support these three
>suggest reproducing more chimeras for the sake of keeping shitty explorers, the church, and their inquisition out. If nothing else, having more chimeras would be useful if we have to go to war, be it against the nations or against Gaia and her giants.

>put a fence around all that Gaia bullshit to keep people out. no reason to send chimeras too close or they'll get possessed. AGAIN.

>consider growing mushrooms for....reasons, and change the hunting of people to the hunting of animals. More meat to grow more chimeras?

Also on the note of meat for chimeras
>Preserve genetic material from the dino, we could use it to upgrade chimeras of the federation

>>5465453
>>Preserve genetic material from the dino, we could use it to upgrade chimeras of the federation
YOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!

>>5465453
>>5465462
Jurassic Park: Isekai

>>5465404
>I'm sorry to disapoint but the Game of distorsion option is a separate from the others.
Aw, damn.

>>5465389
>i have existed for more than 450 years for the sake of mankind, i can’t give up now (the Human Hunt begins)
>>but like, send a very sneaky chimera to keep tabs on the human so we at least know where he is.

I really want to see some kind of closure to my life.
If what keeps me sane is my pride, what keeps me alive is the force of inertia.
It is unfortunate, but it is better not to question it, not to force it into the light.
I can't focus on the end of the road or I'll lose what strength I have left imagining futures.
I sigh deeply, concentrating on the now.
If I stop to think I'll have to start crying and I won't stop.

I am alive, I am surrounded by my two creations.
My city is in ruins but the infrastructure works.
The human proposed a plan to extract underground water.
It is a plan that will leave us in an unstable situation, but there is no longer a Titan to contain.
"Rigek, you have a recovery mission. The sub-levels of the Hephaestus mines are still full of heavy mining equipment, it must be recovered and brought back. Exterminate the ferals that prevent us from recovering it. You have 72 hours, take everything you need. "

"Yes sir!" This was not the war Rigek wanted, but it would suffice for now.
He left the room immediately after a military salute, delighted to be no longer just a watchdog.
It would only take a few hours to make preparations and leave the city.

"Charon, you are tasked with the mass production of chimeras. There is no time to grow them from scratch so go south and capture specimens for conversion, you have no restrictions on living material. Sapient or animal, I want capable troops.
Rigek's ferals, turn them into rations."
The mechanical abomination bowed and departed.
This new line of unsupervised experiments would distract him from the human.

And I am left alone, for when both captains leave the city,
The heart of the confederation will be exposed.
Almost without soldiers and weapons.
If I die, I'm prepared for it.
If I survive, I will continue with this direction.
In the meantime, I need to keep busy.
Gaia's containment will serve that purpose.
I have to work.

....

You, meanwhile, were stunned by the scene in front of you.
The orange mist took on a humanoid shape.
Pulsating translucent circuitry coursed through it.
He got out and started walking.
The person who took the initiative was Rakta, trying to summon a miracle from her god.
"May Qothos return your lost soul to Avernus. In prayer I send you to him."
Her sword, catalyst to divine violence, was ineffective.
The metal went through the fog just as you would expect.
Any spell or miracle had had no effect.

Gaia's fragment petted her, despite the attempt on her live.
And she continued walking towards the mountains to the south.
saying goodbye to you, you weren't sure what exactly you had done.
Another tiny fragment of Gaia had been released.

What is your reward for killing the dinosaur?
>Upgrade "Chosen" skill to "Touched by the Gaia"
Touched by Gaia: Your rolls become Bo5, this skill can be disabled by Gaia
>+1 to one stat

What will you do with the new free fragment of Gaia?
>Follow him (and something else?)
>ignore it
>Write in

>Can we make Calls with our radio to the Federation?
Too far away.
Its just radio without stations or satellites.

tired, sleep now.
draw next day.

>>5466427
>The orange mist took on a humanoid shape.
>He got out and started walking.
Ohshit
>Follow him (and something else?)
There's no way we're letting a fragment of Gaia go unsupervised.
We could try to cram the fog into some jars so it can't go anywhere.
Also does "Touched by the Gaia" mean that when she disables it it goes back to Bo3 or Bo1?

>>5466427
>+1 to one stat
>Follow him (and something else?)
And learn what it wants. And stop it.
Fuck off Gaia, if you just said your plans and didn't try to destroy the world while at it we could work together

>>5466468
+1
Increase Vitaility

>>5466427
>Follow him (and something else?)
Hey, uh, whatcha' doing?

>+1 to Abberance

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I will wait a bit more till i start to write.
Draw that would have made for yesterday if i had time.
Also, i notice a lot of mistakes in the writing.
fuck.

>>5466438
>when she disables it it goes back to Bo3 or Bo1?
Bo1

>>5466468
> if you just said your plans
she has, its to "wake up"

>>5467235
I consider that her endgoal, not her plans

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>>5467238
ah, I can see that, yeah.
I think you got the "A big enough war will wake her up"
dont know if we got in depth into it since its Metis doing most of the plan while she is "asleep".
I guess this meme is relevant again.

If i tell too much you will be able to predict where Metis will be and there goes one of her few tools.
Gaia cults exist but they dont actualy talk to her (with very few exceptions)

>>5467242
It was worth a try.
But we already did the whole try to trick her into telling us her next step by being somewhat sympathetic before, I don't think she would fall for it again.

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The Armor system is now implemented
Attacker rolls against a set Dc established by armor, ties go to attacker. With exception of surprise attacks the lowest Corporality goes first. Pooling attacks can still be done but the NPC’s will be considered a unit, so the attacks will be 1 roll that will be tested against the DC of all of them.
Changes relevant to your inventory and stats are:
Naked Armor Value = 9 + Instinct
Chest plate AV = 14 + Strength/2
Power armor AV = 26
Shield = +2 AV
Buckler shield = +1 AV
Mage armor spell = Add Insight/2 to your armor, dispels after 1 hit or 10 min.

…
Loot from the dino since it looks like the plan is to strip it into components.
2*Trade Good [Food; Bulk 1]
1*Trade Good [Monstrous bones; Bulk 1]
1*Trade Good[Monstrous Leather; Bulk 1]
+ Dinosaur entrails ( whatever you could expect to find inside a dino, 1 use)

+1 to stat
>>5466880 Aberrance
>>5466493 coorporality
this is tied.

...

Okay, you can't let this piece of Gaia just slip away.
You have decided that, you want to know what she wants.
it's complicated.

"Emilia, could you stay butchering the dinosaur while I deal with this? I'll leave you with the truck, Ghal knows how to drive, pick me up when you're done."
"Sure, but I'll take a cut and then explain to me what exactly you're following, Charmer."
A quick farewell and you turned and ran after the orange fog.
It wasn't moving fast but you didn't want to let it get too far away.

"Where do you think you're going, Anon!?" Rakta was following you.
Responded as you walked.
"Ah, well. Talk to Gaia? Know where she's going and what she's doing?"
"That's not Gaia, that's a Demon soul. Something like rot-eaters but spiritual, stay away or it will corrupt you.
I haven't been able to deal with it but as soon as an Inquisitor shows up we can contain It."

What?
Seeing the confusion on your face, Rakta explained a bit more.
"If you could find that demon beast it's only a matter of time before an Inquisitor shows up with demon slaying equipment."
That was not the part that got you confused
You knew that was a possibility when you came,
What confused you was that this clear fragment of Gaia was mistaken for a human soul.
Well, it wasn't obvious. You know it's Gaia from experience, though you didn't know she might not possess a creature.
Maybe that was one of the ways to lock her up.
Would it work to capture the fog physically?
Could you trap god in a dehumidifier?

>>5467546
I'll vote for corporality to break the tie
That dino hit and the faggot kobolds were too close for comfort

As you pondered your mission to contain a force of nature, Rakta attempted to kill the fragment again.
This time with magic.
Darts of meandering light pierced the orange figure and felled a tree behind it.
When the tree fell and almost hit you, you decided it was a good time to interview this shard from Gaia.
"Hey, uh, whatcha' doing?" was your first question, you didn't have any prepared to be honest.
You didn't expect to be able to have another conversation again.
"It's a beautiful day, enjoy what is at hand."
Gaia's incredibly generic voice rang in your mind, the humanoid shaped fog unchanging.
"It is, but I'm interested to know where you're going."
You said, glancing back to see how Rakta was questioning your sanity.
She couldn't hear Gaia.
Was it because of the type of communication or because the Chosen one can't?


"There's no need to talk about the destination, life takes us there anyway."
"Okay, if you're going to not tell me anything we can't cooperate."
"But you already do. You are a good kid that does not wander far away from the path, I am proud of you my child.
You managed to free the chimeras from their grief long enough for them to rise up, I too love them for their tenacity."
She tried to put her hand on your shoulder, trying to make a gesture of thanks.
But the phantasmagorical member dissolved when it touched you.

[Thread 4: Gaia wanted to help the chimeras rebuild so the Empire and the Democracy would unite against them,
last posts you have set the chimeras on the same path.]

Had you had such a big impact on the chimeras?
For a second you wondered if she had everything planned.
If the events plotted could even alter her plan at all.
But that was incompatible with what you believed, you were free to choose, no one had told you what to do.
right?

You had more questions, and wanted to attempt to put Gaia in an empty jam jar to see if you could catch her that way (the answer is no).
But after walking for several minutes, floating in the case of the goddess, you arrived at her destination.
Another clearing in the woods through which a stream ran.

"This place is perfect to warm up, I have so many ideas to put into practice. Sweetie, you might want to get some distance.”
Was the last thing you heard before you were blinded by a orange light

_Game of distortion_
What will Gaia do?
Add a photo/proposal.


Also, we are doing a cut in perspective.
Who takes control?
>Ghal
>Emilia
>Hildra
>flora?
>Some NPCs

Not Rakta since she is with you or Geth since he does not give a shit for you.
Fuck its late, took too long reading all Gaia dialog and editing this.
Fcuker

>>5467554
I feel terrible por posting so late and you being awake.
Is it past midnight for you too?
Go to sleep

>>5467546
Also tell her that can't be a demon soul, so we are glad that she is admitting that humans aren't demons.
Tell her we seen one of those orange clouds before, it was in the tunnels in the capital, and it came from a piece of the Gaia fragment.

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>>5467558
Nah, it 9 p.m. for me.
Not like being past midnight would stop me, I tend to stay awake till 1 am.
>Hildra
I wanted to suggest Ilhist to see her thought process a bit more, but I don't know if she cares that much about us.
So let's Hildra have the spotlight for once.

>What will Gaia do?
Create a Tree of Life

>>5467558
>Game of distortion_
see >>5464394
(Summon a moth dragon that makes basedelves go :0 )
>Who takes control?
>>Rakta
If thag isn't viable
>>Flora

>>5467558
I'm sorry Rakta, who's the human that can read magic? What's that? Me?
Listen we've seen this stuff before, and you know the church just fills you with propaganda. That's a gaseous fragment of Gaia. The reason why we can hear her is the same reason why we can read magic.
"I'm just built different."

>>5467578
+1

>>5467558
>Some NPCs
LUCY GOING SUPER SAYAIN AGAIN!
THE DEAD DINO GRANTS HER UNIMAGINABLE POWER

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>Conversation with Rakta prior to the incident.

"Listen we've seen this stuff before, that's a gaseous fragment of Gaia., but i'm glad that you can admit that humans aren't demons."

Rakta looks at you incredibly confused.
"What? Humans are demons, why are you separating them? When a human dies they can create a Rot eater or a Demon soul, I'm sure of that.
Just because you refer to yourself as human doesn't mean you're not a demon.
What do you think is a Demon?
No, don't fucking answer, because it always has to be complicated."


"You know the church just fills you with propaganda. It's frustrating when the world isn't like the one we're taught."
you tried to reassure her.

"But this is not it, the veterans don't have- . What would they gain? the Chosen ones who fought in the war would not lie to us. We are family." Rakta puts a hand to his head and sighs in frustration.
"Never mind, we can't confirm any of this. Let's not talk."

...

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>Hildra's Vision of the Incident
I'm next to Emilia butchering this beast.
She knows more about this than I do, I already knew it but it's always amazing to see her small hands nimbly cutting through flesh and bone with ease.
Should I say something? I think it's better not, what can I tell her?
`Good hands girl, you have great skill with your fingers.´
I can't say that, it sounds bad, but is this awkward silence normal?
I'll concentrate on work, yes.
Continue cutting the meat and separating it from the bone.
Lots of guts, that doesn't work, I don't want to eat the organs.
Who knows what would happen, a ghost has come out of the guts.
You have to throw them away.
Sure, I don't want to take any more risks.
Killing it brought many, the animal gave a good fight tho.
It wasn't fair, but it was good.
It reminds me of when I was young and the girls and I would gan up on the exiled ferals.
It wasn't fair but they were good fights.
Could I beat the human in a fair fight?
I'm stronger but he has those weapons, maybe without equipment.
As gladiators. But better not.
`Do you want to fight me without armor or weapons?´
Sounds like an invitation to sex, I can't ask like that.
And besides, who could I tell? a fight without-
uh, that was soft.

I look at what my hands were doing and I see how the knife has perforated one of the intestines.
stomach fluids and half-digested food fall to the ground.
FUCK!
It's spoiling the nearby meat!
Clean clean clean.
Why is there so much light?

I look up and it blinds me.
I look away, I haven't heard an explosion.
It stops after seconds, it was the direction of Anon and the Tyr.
I need to challenge her one day, I have never fought against a Chosen one.
Are they magical?
I have seen some and they are all the same, if I beat one I can beat them all.
That if you could talk about it, you should look for her and ask.
Explosion without light, I don't see smoke in the sky either.
Too clean, there is no wind due to expansive force.
It was not an explosion.

"Hildra, Get your fat ass moving!" Emilia is yelling at me, she's going to see what happened.
Bad idea, but I follow her, I don't want her to die.
I can't protect her, I'm getting old.
Should I retire? maybe
Focus, combat, risk

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Runs, I run more.
Clear, clean trees.
Anon and Rakta on the ground, they move, disoriented, light has dazed them.
No burn marks around, it was not an explosion.
There is only a stream and big tree...
The tree is, meat?
It reminds me of my childhood, when the world was much bigger and stranger.
When I first came to the surface.

The tree has bark like veins, it's a parody of the wooden monoliths I've gotten used to.
There are marks like on the dinosaur on the side, but they are not orange, they is no light.
The tree has fruits, translucent purple sacs, I can see inside the larvae of something.
I hear wood creak.
I look at the base, there is an opening.
A red-eyed creature emerges, it looks like a dragon.
we froze.
Emilia hasn't noticed, silly girl, she's busy making sure our friends are okay.
wrong
first ensure your safety.
"Emilia, I would need a hand." I tell her and she realizes what is happening.
Hands, she has nice hands, no, focus Hildra.

...

You wake up groggy.
You remember Gaia warning you to get away and then light.
You're like hungover but without the benefit of having a good time.
You look around you, although your vision is not one hundred percent.
Hildra and Emilia are with their weapons raised, pointing at...
mothman?
it looks a lot like it.
The mothman is on a gigantic tree that was not there before when you fell unconscious.
Its hissing at all of you but not moving.
Emilia and Hildra aren't moving either.
"Anon, get up and drag the tyr away, slowly." Hildra orders you without taking her eyes off the creature.
You obey and gain distance.
Rakta does come to her senses eventualy but she is now convince that was the Demon lord's soul.
You are more worried about the creature but it does not follow you.
It just stays on its tree.
You take a few minutes to process what just happened.

did Gaia just. did her thing?
Is that what you would expect on a daily basis if she wakes up?

questions for later.
now the important thing is if you are going to do something about that thing Gaia just created.

What will you do? (Roll 2d20 Bo3 just in case)
>Kill it/ burn it down (How?)
>Leave them alone, go somewhere else to plan next move.
>Stay around and figure out what they are (sugestions on how to do that?)
>Write in

>>5468696
ah fuck, I just realised the meme should have said
>One of her fragments is released
>Refuses to elaborate
>Creates a new race
>Leaves

damn it

Rolled 10, 12 = 22 (2d20)

>>5468696
>Stay around and figure out what they are (sugestions on how to do that?)
Try to communicate with it? Drawings, offering food?
Just watching what they do, see if they just leave or come back?

Also thread's new theme
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2jnCwbXaDhM

Rolled 15, 12 = 27 (2d20)

>>5468696
>Stay around and figure out what they are (sugestions on how to do that?)
I like the idea of beginnign with a food offering and pictograms. Maybe... A translation spell could be devised?

Rolled 20 (1d20)

>>5468696
>Stay around and figure out what they are (sugestions on how to do that?)
Fucking back of tricks. First of heal our injuries if we can, then figure this out. No clue how smart Gaia made these things and no idea if we need to kill it or not, or if we're even capable of. First off observe it to see how it reacts. This thing is completely new, so it's a mystery. Can't even try to be nice to it without risk of it taking that the wrong way. To make matters worse, we have no clue if this thing is an animal or intelligent.

Rolled 14 (1d20)

>>5469324
Forgot my other dice

>>5468713
kek

>>5468798
>A translation spell could be devised?
Lets cut the middle man, no language barrier if there is no language.
Telepathy.
I will begin to think on how to balance it.

>>5469324
>First of all, heal our injuries if we can
you already did, full health so no worry

> no idea if we need to kill it or not
:-)

>To make matters worse, we have no clue if this thing is an animal or intelligent.
That would be fuck up, innit?
God creates sapient live and then fucks off moments later.
what kind of mind would do that?
and its not just people, its 1 adult and a bunch of babies.

>>5469571
>God creates sapient live and then fucks off moments later.
We and Rakta where there to witness it, so that makes us their surrogate parents.
Quick, tell her to be a good mother for the moth people!

>>5469593
If they turn out to be ciivlizable, I will support this.

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>Stay around and figure out what they are (suggestions on how to do that?)

Okay, you can't just leave.
You establish that quickly with various reasons that you give yourself.
So you have to get to establish communication with something that you're not sure if it's even intelligent.

Giving an order to let you do this alone, you approach the gigantic tree.
It is mid-afternoon and the breeze is soft.
You see the mothman up on the branches where you left him.
It is still tense about the situation and does not want to stray too far from the larvae.
Which, upon further observation, appear to be connected to the bark.
The creature snarls at you when you get too close.
It is a sharp but not loud sound, it reminds you of the squeaks of dog toys.

You have a plan, you start by making a food offering.
Food is a good incentive for all the animals to interact.
So it gives you a lot of information when it doesn't react.
Two options, it does not eat that or it doesn't trust you.
It's progress, maybe
With more time maybe it would take the ofering
But you don't have that much patience or time on your hands.


Plan B is pictography.
Picking up a stick you try to make a picture of the creature on the ground.
It's not perfect but it's recognizable.
Here you do get a reaction.
Without getting down from the tree, the mothman begins to make gestures with his hands.
Something you recognize as sign language, but not the specific words.
Its bright red eyes show no emotion when you give it a thumbs up.
It doesn't react.
The plus side is that you know it understands language, so it's sapient.
The problem is that its sapient and there is a major lenguage barrier.
Leaving it here would be cruel, right?

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An idea comes to mind with this, magic.
If it can understand a language there should be a spell that can make you share one.
There are no obstacles without at least a solution.
So you immerse yourself in your work.

[Roll 20 + 8 +8 (Spell crafter) DC 20 Result: Telepathy spell]
<Telepathy spell; (1 aberrance) The user can share/receive thoughts with/from a creature it can see for 5min. The user dictates all conditions and restrictions for the interactions, but they apply for both targets.>

You are proud of your spell, it is complex but it works very efficiently.
And it doesn't have many restrictions so you could use it for anything.
More or less, it was a stroke of genius that you have to experiment with.

"Do you really think that will work? The bug has no spoken language so it will be all visual information."
Flora's voice over your shoulder scared you a little.
You hadn't heard her coming.
"I thought I asked that no one come near." You said a little worried that she had ignored an order.

"That's true, but the tree got close to us so it doesn't count anymore.
And I've been bored there ever since Ghal forbade me to talk to the necromage."
"The tree got close?" you asked, trying not to think about the other things she had said for now.
She didn't give them much importance either and pointed to the base of the gigantic tree.


"There's a gigantic spell down there, it's connecting the tree to the rest of the forest to absorb aberration.
Then it channels it into those runes like the ones the dinosaur had and producing something.
I think it makes more larvae."

"Is it going to kill the forest like when you absorb aberration from the trees?"
"No, but it will starve the highly magical creatures like spriggans.
I never though of something like that, damn, I could have killed so much competition."
Flora seemed a bit aroused by the idea, and that was very creepy to you.


So, that had made the situation more complicated.
Because the tree was feeding Gaia, not just the larvae.
If it burned down, what would happen to that weakened fragment?
If we cut off the larvae from the tree, will they survive?
Would the adult even allow that to happen?
Those were some of the dark ideas that crossed your mind when you realized what was in front of you.


What will you do? (roll 1d20 Bo3)
>Burn the tree down, "starve" that fragment of Gaia [Martyrdom route]
>Try to destroy the tree without killing the larvae (How do you do it and how do you deal with the Mothman?) [Martyrdom route]
>try to search for an inquisitor, Rakta says that there must be some in the area and they have equipment to contain Gaia.
>Flora could modify the tree right? she is a plant and knows how that magic works (Write me the order you will give)
>Leave this place alone, you're going far.
>Write in

PS: yes, this is a dick move from my part, this situation is unfair.
But that is the fun of it, there is no good choice.

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>>5470102
>Try to destroy the tree without killing the larvae (How do you do it and how do you deal with the Mothman?) [Martyrdom route]
Does anyone know sign language to know what is saying? Anyway, cast the spell anyway, we need to communicate with mothman.
Could we try to copy the runes, and find a way to feed aberration to the larvae while trying to remove them? That way we can bring them to the capital.
The mothpeople can become new citizens for the chimeras to take care of.
We could try to explain that to te mothman, see if he has any ideas too.

>>5470148
If that doesn't work, then we could
>Flora could modify the tree right? she is a plant and knows how that magic works (Write me the order you will give)
Make fruit to feed the larvae, seed to grow other trees, and then shrivel and die.
That should allow us to plant more trees and let the moth people reproduce without the Gaia fragment.

Rolled 13 (1d20)

I forgot to roll twice

>>5470102
>>Flora could modify the tree right? she is a plant and knows how that magic works (Write me the order you will give)
this one: >>5470154

Rolled 6 (1d20)

>>5470290
>>5470102
Oh, and
>use telepathy to discuss the plan with the mothman, why we're doing it, and to see if it knows if that will work or has a better plan

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>>5470154
>>5470290
>>5470148
>>Flora could modify the tree right? she is a plant and knows how that magic works
>(order her to create seeds that will copy the tree and its functions, then remove the larvae without killing them)
>>Try to use telepathy to communicate the plan to the mothman.

...

The sun had receded beyond where the tree line limited the visible sky.
It was still light, but you didn't expect Flora to take so long.
She was kneeling at the base of the tree, her head lowered before it, almost touching the ground.
With eyes closed and hair covering the abomination that came out of her mouth
Vines and roots plunged into the earth.
You saw the things under your feet twist like snakes, but you decided to ignore it.
She had already managed to separate the larvae from the bark.
Each one in bubbles of sap and aberrace, a kind of temporary stasis.
You really didn't understand the specifics.

Somewhat far away and constantly watching the larvae was the mothman,
God, please let this one have a name.
Because all the magical creatures you've encountered didn't have any.
Is there a pattern? Maybe it's too much to ask, he was born today after all.
Well, the telepathy spell worked, but Flora was right.
Its thought structure was visual, so your conversation was the exchange of images and memories.
You managed to explain what you wanted and you had to lie a bit with what Gaia was.
Explaining eldritch monsters with images is hard.
It understood that there was a monster under the tree, it was enough for him to let Flora do her thing.
From time to time you would hear it try to repeat a few words from the memories you had shared.
But it couldn't articulate sounds, sounded like a deflating balloon.


Your attention returns to Flora, she started to move, the roots disconnected from her face but golden blood flows from the orifices.
when she gets up you can see the gigantic tree start to wither.
The leaves fall quickly and the wood turns grey.
She puts a couple of golf ball sized seeds in your hands.
"I'm done. You owe me, a real meal and i call us even" she said, wiping her face.
I own you, you thought to yourself.
"Another indirect request to kill people?" You knew the answer, but it was good to confirm.
She didn't answer, she just went back to the truck.

You stood there watching Gaia's gigantic creation disappear.
Within minutes there was only a dead trunk left.
And from the markings of the goddess on the side emerged the stones.
They were the same as the ones in the Demon capital,
although the pristine appearance gone, they looked dirty and burned.
you kept them in your pocket, leaving a fragment of Gaia there was too irresponsible.

[ 2* Inert True Flesh: This items shape cannot be altered by magic, it will naturally transform into True Flesh in 20 years. ]
[Mothmen Pupae (Bulk 1)( there are 8 inside this grouping)]
[X*Nativity tree seed (Mothmen)(The inner workings of this biological factory are a mystery to you)

You returned with the group, the dinosaur's corpse had been disassembled and its useful components stored.
They had set up a camp and were preparing some rations to eat.
It was time to plan what was the next action of the group.

"We left your payment uncompleted." Ihlist interrupted you before you could plan anything else.
It was something you had to do and it was totally not a strategy for OP to buy time.
>Sack of gems (do not use, can be sold for a medium amount of coins)
>200 paper money (small merchants will not accept it)
>Some tax break papers for the Democracy
>Write in (not crazy)

I was considering throwing a random event in your direction while you wait for Flora to finish, but Flora is going to learn how to create mothmen so that's bad enough.

>>5471352
>Sack of gems (do not use, can be sold for a medium amount of coins)
>Write in: safe heaven if we ever need it, within reason

Also, out of curiosity... Does our Telepathy let us probe minds without the assistance or permission of the other party? Could we further develop it to do so?

>>5471356
I'll support this

>>5471356
You can probe but its a two way street, it will also be able to.
If you put a way to resist the target might as well if it realices this.
But it does not require consent for the target so you might be able to sneak in.

A better spell for this will require more aberrance, right now its dirt cheap

>>5471745
Developing a more powerful and invasive form could be handy for stymieing Flora's schemes to escape us and kill people.

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>Sack of gems (do not use, can be sold for a medium amount of coins)
>Write in: safe heaven if we ever need it, within reason

You had a clear idea of what you wanted so you made your requests without hesitation.
"I assumed you would pick the gems, you have the air of a mercenary." Ihlist said handing you your payment.
"But a safe heaven? I could easily disguise some people as house servants and grounds keepers, but not in the conditions you are in now.
My refuge would be if you are able to follow a dress code and not be armed at all times, And this is not negotiable."

At first you thought she was kidding you,
But when you asked what was wrong with your outfit to go along with the joke
She then started a harsh criticism of your "soggy hobo" style, as she described it.
She made it clear to you that right now you wouldn't be presentable in any social situation higher than a bar fight.
Not that you minded, but it hurt a bit when Emilia openly laughed at the comment.

Gain:
-Sack of gems
-Hideout: Saintimors state


Apart from that you had to explain to Potato what the mothman was and why you were helping him.
Also how you were doing it and why you had to burn the tree.
"So why are you taking them to the capital?"
It was a valid question, there was nothing in that wasteland except ruins and chimeras.
You know they need protection, but you're not sure you can give it to them.
You asked your companions this question, to see what they thought, and you got a couple of ideas.

Hildra proposed taking them north, near the Conglomerate.
It was an area so chaotic due to the Kobolds that it could take decades for another race to become aware of their existence.
The kobolds, if they didn't see immediate benefit, would forget about them.
Tog confirmed this truth, but, he mentioned that it was still dangerous.

Rakta proposed to travel south by boat and leave the "dragonkin" and the eggs in the Wild lands.
If they survived the first few weeks, no one would find them.
An existence far from the rest of the races at the cost of living on the edge of the knife.
When you asked her what the church would do if she found them, she responded hesitantly.
"Maybe they will accept them and try to find a place for them, or maybe they will purge them. It depends on which Cardinal we get."
Emilia supported the idea of taking them to the capital.
She said it was the safest place.
Although you could see that she wanted to go back to loot the capital at last.
And finally Ihlist proposed to separate the group and the seeds together with some larvae to different places.
"Don't put all the eggs in one basket. Diversifying investments is the first step to getting good benefits."

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You tried to explain the situation to the mothman to see what her opinion was.
But this was too big for her, she couldn't understand the concept of what you were explaining or the problem.

[Ihlist and your group will part ways since the contract is complete]
What will you do?
>Return to the Demon capital
>Aim for the Wildlands
>Travel West in search of a favorable Cardinal that will take in the moth-men.
>Leave the mothmen here, maybe deeper in the mountains.
>Split the group and send them on different directions with the seeds (Split them up, please)
>Write in

Sorry for no drawings to days in a row, I'm starting work on the final proyect to close my studies (while i work) and it sucks a lot of time.

>>5471830
You can ask her directly, the contract is still in effect.
Its like the fan club, she told you her plan, there was no deception.

>>5472597
>Return to the Demon capital
If the chimeras would rather die than rebuild, then maybe the dragonborn should inherit.

>>5472609
Maybe... Maybe they'll be willing ti care for the mothmen?

>>5472597
>Return to the demon capital

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>>5472609
>>5472938
>If the chimeras would rather die than rebuild, then maybe the dragonborn should inherit.
>Maybe... Maybe they'll be willing to care for the mothers?
This makes me want to skip the travel time so I can start writing the interaction,
But step by step

>Return to the Demon capital

You had avoided committing yourself to this path for quite some time.
Binding yourself to the remnants of humanity was an important decision.
Not permanent, but dangerous in many ways.
You didn't trust the chimera captains much either.
But it was a place where if you gave the order to protect the mothmen, it would be carried out.
It was no longer for your safety but for theirs.
You had a cause, a cause that needed power.
Not only military, industrial as well.
This was the most direct path to it.
Your decision was accepted by the group without complaint.
Everyone understood what was calling you, what was your motivation.

What do you do during the trip? (choose 1)
>Talk to someone (who?)
>Solve a riddle from the necromancer (Gain a high tier skill or answer a difficult question)
>Learn a skill from someone
>Create a spell (describe it)
>Investigate an object with the help of Tog and Jericho (Which one?)
>Write in

Skills in learning:
Guitar (1/4)
Illusionist(novice) (2/3)


[2 fuel spent, you have 11]
[3 rations used, you have 20]
[I will assume you work on 1/2 rations and harvest the rest]

The way back was suspiciously easy.
you descended to the south on dirt roads and followed the foot of the mountain range.
No important towns on your way, the largest hamlet were five houses close to each other..
In it, Ihlist left your group.
She unloaded her trophy from the truck and asked you to buy better clothes
stating that eventually someone would mistake you for a demon trying to hide its identity
You had never told her that you were a human, it was a detail that you had forgotten to confess.
And at this point you decided that it was better to continue like this.
She hired some locals to help her with the "luggage"
She took her time saying goodbye to Emilia and Hildra.
To the rest it was a generic farewell without depth.

you left her behind
there wasn't much more to say.
The winding path between crags and overly steep hills was taking too much of your attention.
And you were making good progress, it wouldn't take long to reach the capital.
Although every action has its obstacles.
Yours was shaped like a person, and you didn't realize it until it was too late.

What is the problem?
> Flora's fan has found you (he has a plan!?)
>The inquisitor party is tracking you. (you need to avoid them)
>Troll merchants. (It will be difficult to get rid of them)
>Write in

>>5474012
>Learn a skill from someone
Finish Illusion training
> Flora's fan has found you (he has a plan!?)
THE MEMES

>>5474012
>Learn a skill from someone
>Flora's fan has found you (he has a plan!?)
Our true nemesis

>>5474012
>Create a spell
Subtle and invasive telepathy, maybe even the ability to rewrite bits of a personality
Only for the most far-gone, like Flora or an especially-genocidal chimera
> Flora's fan has found you (he has a plan!?)

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>>5474796
>>5474094
>>5474020

You were traveling in the truck while taking classes from Flora.
Her instruction on principles of magic had ended and she was beginning to talk about the specifics of illusionism.
Like how it was the only school of magic which couldn't be replicated without runes.
No natural phenomenon with aberration condensation ever created pure illusions.
Only derivatives of other magical phenomena.
Potato also attended these lectures.
According to her mother, he had the instinct to use the principles but not the knowledge to understand them.
That was the difference between adult and infant spriggan.
She was also making you practice a lot, pushing the limits of the precision you could achieve.

Gained skill:
>Illusionist(novice); Your illusions cost -1 aberrance to cast to a min of 1. All your illusions can be visual and auditory without increasing the cost.


Hours later, with Ghal at the wheel, you had to stop in the middle of the road.
Several felled trees were blocking the path.
it had been a normal event on hilly gravel roads, just on a smaller scale.
So Hildra didn't give it much thought as she got down to estimate how long it would take her to get them out of the way.
She approached the natural barricade and began to circle it.
With one hand on the wood, she was inspecting the old trees.
He stopped at the base of the tree and looked at it more closely, realizing it had been cut.
By this time you were getting off the truck.
"AMBUSH!" Hildra gave a sharp cry of alarm, there was no panic in her voice, just another rutine of her quasi-military life.


The sound of breaking wood echoed through the forest.
Three other trees a little further back on the road fell to the ground, blocking the exit.
they had left you trapped.
Rakta and Emilia got out of the truck and watched the edge of the forest for movement.
In the tense silence your companions whispered theories.
Bandits, ferals, inquisitors...

You expected many things, but not a vagrant.
A sickly-looking red kobold emerged from the bushes.
Covered in cloth and bound with ropes, he walked erratically in your general direction.
His scales were falling off and his voice was a ragged shriek, it eard like he had been screaming for days on end.
And the worst thing is that you recognized him.
It was one of the kobold musicians, the one who went berserk while he was trying to kill you.
The one who ran away with his sane partner in the same camp where you left Flora's fat fan.
And that's how you knew who was preparing this.

While you were thinking about the lizard, it had come closer, but he going to pass by the group through it side.
His erratic steps interrupted by episodes of laughter and hoarse crying gave him an unpredictable route.
"Does that lizard have a sign?" Emilia was the first to notice.
The kobold had a sign on its back, although you couldn't read what it said.

You heard someone else get off the truck,
It was Flora, with that maniacal grin of hers with too many fangs.
When she had changed her teeth?
Did she know where her fan was hiding?
Was this her fault?
"Don't look at me like that, I think he's more obsessed with you than with me now." She said, licking her lips.
Fantasizing about the taste such a mind would have.
"You have to let me kill him. Pretty please?"


What will you do?
>Investigate the Kobold (You or someone else?)
>Burn the forest (this could backfire)
>Have Flora track/kill him (what is the order?)
>He walks towards the forest, he wants you, he will follow you.
>Use a spell/item (which one?)
>Write in

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>>5474796
>Only for the most far-gone
I got to love this quest and the players.
I set up a world where the humans were considered demons for doing some fucked up shit,
and the players eventually follow the same path of "Demonhood" because that shit is practical and might be the good choice.

Like Ghal, he was a war criminal, he was considered "too far-gone".
And I’m not making this shit up on the spot, he told you when you meet him back in thread 1 and he just had an existential crisis over this a few post back.
Its fucking great when it clicks.
Also, good news Anon, that spell must exist somewhere in the demon capitals library due to this.

Now the question is how i top that.

>>5474976
>Have Flora track/kill him (what is the order?)
Capture him. Do not hurt him. Make sure he is without weapons or traps. Bring him to me. Tell everything she learns, sees or hears while searching for him.
>Investigate the Kobold (You or someone else?)
Us. With the power armor. And with Hilda as a backup.
I want to see the fucker try to claw our face off now.

>>5474984
I normally prefer to be more peaceful, but I'm barely holding back to vote to shoot the kobold.
The grudges must be settled, but killing is letting Flora win.
Also got to be a good example for Potato and the dragon-moth-babies-larvae when they hatch.
INB4 they start worshiping us and we turn into a god

>>5474976
>Have Flora track/kill him (what is the order?)
>>Capture him. Do not hurt him. Make sure he is without weapons or traps. Bring him to me. Tell everything she learns, sees or hears while searching for him.
I like this idea. And when we capture him let's figure out that brainwashing spell and test it
>Investigate the Kobold (You or someone else?)
>>Us. With the power armor. And with Hilda as a backup.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=A8LUfCxpY5w

>>5475031
I don't want to peer into his mind, the fucker abused the psalms and went crazy. Otherwise I would have use telepathy

>>5475037
I meant the fan, not the 'bold.

>>5474984
> no weapons
Right now i'm going to work, but could i get a defenition of "weapon" for Flora to use?
Also 2d20 Bo1 for her actions since your orders are a bit dificult

Rolled 2, 20 = 22 (2d20)

>>5475275
Sword, bows, guns, that kind of thing. I did write unarmed originally, but then I thought Flora would rip his arms off.
She can hurt him a little actually. No permanent injuries or broken bones.

Rolled 2, 19, 10 = 31 (3d20)

+8

Rolled 1, 4, 1 = 6 (3d4)

first is halved.

Rolled 8, 9 = 17 (2d10)

This has taken longer than expected but you will understand

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The stalker was hiding somewhere in the visible forest.
Probably watching as he waits for his chance to act.
You don't have to risk it.
You turned to Flora, who was waiting for your order.
"Capture him. Do not hurt him. Make sure he is without weapons or traps. Bring him to me."
You gave her some simple instructions to follow, and her ghoulish smile crumbled.
"You are fucking with me? I can get rid of him permanently and you force me to capture him just so I don't enjoy it! You're going to force me to dis-arm him!"
You understood her outrage, and you didn't care.
It was her fault that he was on this path and you weren't going to let her win.
You knew her so well, that you had quickly understood the strange way of saying the words.
She was trying to ask your permission to rip his arms off.
"You can hurt him a little, but no permanent injuries or broken bones." You specified.


She got even more frustrated with that.
She clenched her fists and opened her mouth, thinking of some appropriate insult to use against you.
But she just huffed and she turned away, swallowing her pride and her anger.
She used some spells to search the nearby forest.
Several bushes stirred simultaneously.
The she jolted upwards.
"Fucker! That stings."

She started walking into the woods in a very specific direction, she had apparently found him.
she walked quite deep into the woods, you could barely see her silhouette.
You saw her approach a bushed area and try to hit something.

[Roll 2 +5 (strength); DC 14 Armor; Result= Failure]
[Roll 2 + 8 (bonus + strength) DC 14 (no armor); Result= Failure]
[Roll 20 + 5 (strength); DC 14 Armor; Result= Hit. 1d2 damage=1]
[Roll 19 + 8; DC 14 (no armor); Result Critical Hit. 2d4 damage = 5]

You don't know what she was trying to do, probably provoke the man.
And she did, she called the man a bastard before disappearing from your sight in a flash of movement.
Why wasn't she using magic?
The question didn't matter much when you heard her squeal and then silence.
Had she allowed herself to be captured or had she really been defeated?
Was it part of her plan?
Hildra advance a little to shot some crossbow bolts in that direction, but nothing came of them.

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>Investigate the Kobold (You in power armor)
You were frustrated, and returned your attention to the prowling kobold.
His erratic path was leading him away from the truck, so you moved closer.
Maybe he knew what was going on and who you were dealing with.
You approached him cautiously, you were in a power armor but that animal had tried to bite you to death.
When you were close enough, the lizard shot you a look.
But he laughed and continued walking, ignoring you.

"Do you remember me?" you asked him.
"Book, Book, it is a wrack. Mommy wants it back.
Boom, boom, go the chap. Mommy won't pick it up."
Yeah, it's gone.
The kobold in front of you is a shadow of what it once was.
His mind is long gone and all that remains is a tied up lizard covered in urine.
Wait, it doesn't smell like urine, is it more like... gasoline?
You look at his figure and see that those bulges have too sharp angles to be part of his body.
The kobold turns in time for you to read the sign on his back.
<Surprise, motherfucker!>

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[Roll 10 + 8; DC 15 - 10 (tied up); Result= crit ]
[Damage to kobold does not matter]
[Explosives on kobold = 2d10 damage on small area]

An arrow emerged from the forest and stuck into the lizard's side.
You recognized the spell that the arrow carried, it was one of the incendiaries, you had used them.

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Sparks flew and you were dazzled by the explosion.
Violently thrown backwards, the unbearable heat piercing through the metal armor.
And the worst thing is that you weren't able to breathe for some reason.
Collapsing lungs meant you were going to suffocate.
You didn't stay conscious long enough to realize that.

[Damage: 17 -1 (Demonic vigor trait) = 16]
[Hp is 7; Death threshold hold is 14]
[You are dead]


>>5475487
> but then I thought Flora would rip his arms off.
He has tatooes of runes on his arms.
I was considering if Flora was going to skin him.
Then i realised a few more things.

Now that that is done, we have several options.
We can continue the story with another character.
We can end this thread here, and I'll continue writing stories in this setting ( we can work on the next one together)
You can revive as a Rot eater
Or you can fall unconscious and receive a permanent injury.
These are my ideas, vote how you want to continue.
There can also be a literal divine intervention, but that comes at a cost...


>Take a permanent injury, you are unconscious (We go on)
>New MC (Another summoned human or NPC we know?)
>Get revived by a god (Who?) (Not the external god)
>The hunger calls to you (Rot eater Ending)
>Visit Gaia in death (Neutral Ending)
>Write in

>>5475987
>Get revived by a god
Milagros. Either we are too interesting to lose, or she has a plan.

Also I should have trusted my gut instinct and shot the little fucker.

>>5475996
Changing my vote to
>Take a permanent injury, you are unconscious (We go on)
Because the little bastard worshiped her.
Also a chance for Punished Anon.

>>5475987
oh boy, I've finally found some time off work. I wonder what happened while I was gon-
>we died
well okay then...

>>5475987
>Take a permanent injury, you are unconscious (We go on)
[Damage: 17 -1 (Demonic vigor trait) = 16]
[Hp is 7; Death threshold hold is 14]
What does the death threshold mean? Doesn't the PA reduce damage by 3?

>>5475987
Ayy wtf just from a little gremlin dipped in gasoline?

>>5476017
yea dont we just survive barely?
>Take a permanent injury, you are unconscious (We go on)
Make us fantasy Darth Vader with Cedalion overseeing our recovery as we get put into a modified power armor fitted for life support.

>>5476118
>That description
The return of the Demon Lord: This time with dragonkin

>>5475987
>Take a permanent injury, you are unconscious (We go on)
Wow holy shit, did not expect that but it takes a lot more to keep us down

>>5475981
>Take a permanent injury, you are unconscious (We go on)
Well holy shit.

>>5476118
>little gremlin dipped in gasoline
And with explosives in his pockets.

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>>5476017
>What does the death threshold mean?
When an NPC gets its HP reduce to 0 i give them an injury and drop them unconcious.
If they take more damage than their negative health I just kill them.

>Doesn't the PA reduce damage by 3?
>>5467546
I have been fighting the combat system for a while.
I did some changes so it sadly works more like D&D

Naked Armor Value = 9 + Instinct
Chest plate AV = 14 + Strength/2
Power armor AV = 26
Shield = +2 AV
Buckler shield = +1 AV
Mage armor spell = Add Insight/2 to your armor, dispels after 1 hit or 10 min.

right now you have the best armor

>>5476118
>Ayy wtf just from a little gremlin dipped in gasoline?
Used the same profile for explosives you have been using.
A good idea? no, but its fair.


Injury table apropiate for this situation:

1-You lose a hand = You can hold only a single object at a time. (you carry to two ganded weapon but the power armor can ignore this by giving a -3 to hit)
2- Disfigured = -2 to Speech, No one will recognize that you are human but disguises will have no effect in hiding your identity.
3- Burnt Retinas = -2 to Instict and ranged attacks.
4- Deep Arsonphobia = -5 to rolls that directly involve fire or derivatives.
5- Tinnitus = -1 to Insight, Speech and instinct
6-Damaged Lungs = Each successive (Strength) roll after a first receives a cumulative -3 modifier. You lose penalties after a 5 min rest.
[each roll in combat after the first one loses strength by 3 by 3]

You can roll or choose. I don't mind.

>>5476498
One of these:
2 - Disfigured
4 - Deep Arsonphobia
6 - Damaged Lungs
I think disfigured is the best for darth vader, arsonphobia is the least crippling and the the lungs is the most appropriate because
>Collapsing lungs meant you were going to suffocate.

I have to think which one I choose

Rolled 3 (1d3)

>>5476595

Rolled 2 (1d3)

>>5476498
I vote for:
>Damaged Lungs

Seriously, we got one shot in power armor? That's not fun

> lose a hand
Would we be able to get a replacement Skywalker style from Cedalion?

If not
> disfigured
Assuming we can use illusion magic to hide this when necessary

>>5476498
hmm either this
>6-Damaged Lungs
or this
>1-You lose a hand
But Im okay with both if we go into challenge mode until we reach the remnants then getting cybernetics and become power armor bound to complete the fantasy darth vader aesthetic . I dont think [disfigured] is nescessary since we didnt get dunked in lava and we also wore power armor when the lil jihad gremlin exploded.

>>5476498
>Damaged Lungs
this one seems like a pain in the ass but it makes the most sense

>>5476595
I decided on
>6 - Damaged Lungs
Because while it's the most crippling, it's also the most fitting to the situation.

>>5476790
>Seriously, we got one shot in power armor? That's not fun
I agree with you, it is not.
It is my problem because its a design choice at the core,
most creatures have very small HP so they get one shot.
How do you recommend i fix it?
one of the options is reduce the Armor value of power armor and have a damage resistance but that does not feel right.
I could also reduce the damage of explosives, but that scales weird comparing it to the damage of other weapons.
No clue how to make it better.


>Would we be able to get a replacement Skywalker style from Cedalion?
You can get replacements but they won’t be as good as your hand.
Unless you get a god/wild patron to fix it.

>illusion magic to hide this when necessary
Yes? the speech is still going out tho, missing lips and burned noses will still make you sound very odd.
>>5476958
>Because while it's the most crippling
its a problem for extended combat or constant fisical work.
It works like having short stamina.


I'm going to start writting but i have a headache so dont expect much.

>>5476972
>i have a headache so dont expect much.
Oh no, the terrorist kobolds went after OP and he got a headache too!

>>5476972
I'm fine with big explosions in our face potentially one-shotting or permanently damaging us.

Feel better soon, OP

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Fires of ambivalence preside over your meeting with death.
The loss of consciousness was not an end for you.
waking up in space, unable to move.
floating between nevules of thought, presided over by an eye that judged your arrival.
Whether this was the afterlife or a hallucination of a dying brain was something you wouldn't know until it was too late.
your body ached and your eyelids were heavy.
You weren't ready to die, and the distant orange eye closed on that thought.
the impassive metaphor that surrounded you faded and lost color.
The pain in your body was increasing, the burning sensation in your lungs was strangling you.
You needed an oxygen that you couldn't catch.
A sharp blow to your chest turned the world around you black, but you got the coveted air.

[permanent injury Damaged Lungs gained in exchange of living]
...

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"He's stable." Rakta declared to the small audience that had surrounded her
Everyone was a bit in shock at what had happened.
So did she, but not because of the explosion, but because she helped save the life of a demon.
After Hildra and Emilia took him out of that armor and brought him inside the vehicle, they had begged her to heal him.
Although there are no miracles to completely heal a body, they were enough to prevent it from dying.
The fact that Qothos answered her call this time disturbed her.
So she submerged deep in thought over Qothos plan while the others debated the best action

"Flora still doesn't show up and the master is in need to rest. I'm going out to deal with the problem." Ghal said as he collected his weapons and headed for the door.
"Stay here in case there is more than one attacker."
"Ghal,while I know you would do anything to save him, getting killed wont help. The guy out there is a fat fuck but you are not even average in a fight."
Emilia quiped while trying to get him to stop.
"I have read the master's library, I know the spells and I'm the one in charge of leashing Flora, again. I would prefer to use a firestorm but He is not done tormenting that fiend."


"You are not very resistant to damage, Cast some magic shield on me and I will take care of it, maybe i get a good fight out of the deal. Plus, I have a better nose for tracking."
Hildra offered, she though herself more suited to a combat situation than the scrawny Tyr.

Jerico proposed using magic, but without an exact location of your target it wouldn't work.
Several more ideas were proposed but none fully caught on.


What will the group do? [Roll 3d20 just in case]
>Let Ghal use the Psalms of the vagabont.
>Use magic to create a fire storm and burn that general area
>Wait this out till he moves and makes a mistake. (???)
>Let Hildra do a charge.
>Write in


Sorry for few options, I can't think great.

>>5477059
>Use magic to create a fire storm and burn that general area
Thanks Qothos, you are a good guy.

>>5477064
Qothos is very much dead.
Shatered into bits that cant recognise themselves, and most of the time , cant survive alone.
Think of rusting metal.


_Game of deduction_
How do the miracles of Qothos work if he is not "There"?
+1 to two stats.

>>5477067
Maybe Qothos miracles are like Philgo and magic, a self contained system added on top of the world, maybe powered by faith. Or a subsection of magic itself.
Maybe this is the reason why Gaia would make life incompatible, not because of terraforming world, but changing the rules of the game. So the Gheist plan of surviving wouldn't work because their flying city would just stop working?

Also another idea is because there are parts of him still around, and Raktas are clones of his daughter.
So they just channel echos of Qothos power?

Rolled 15, 16, 8 = 39 (3d20)

>>5477059
>Let Hildra do a charge.

Rolled 8, 1, 13 = 22 (3d20)

>>5477059
if we have any aberrance left, self heal.

>>5477080
>>5477083
>Maybe Qothos miracles are like Philgo and magic, a self contained system added on top of the world
>Raktas are clones of his daughter. So they just channel echoes of Qothos power?
this is correct.
Much like magic, his miracles are created by a machine, Rakta has better access to this machine because she is a clone of his daughter.
But the machine is not powered by faith, but by his corpse.
You can probably guess how the church is involved with it.


>Maybe this is the reason why Gaia would make life incompatible, not because of terraforming world, but changing the rules of the game.
This is also correct,
Not that Gaia would anything drastic because she loves all live, but if you go deeper into the Wild lands you will see places were the rules change.
Maybe gravity shifts slightly towards the left, the light bends with atmospheric pressure or water boils at 50 ºC.
Its untamed nature.

>>5477791
Let’s assume you are fully healed, but you are still unconscious.
Anyway, _Game of deduction_ [Success]
+1 to two stats.
>Which ones?

>>5477934
Is this our current stats:
Strength-[8] /Aberrance -[0/3] /Instinct-[6] /Speech-[7] / Corporeality –[6 ] /Insight – [8]
Because the was the plus one Corpo
>>5467554
So I don't know if it's been updated or not.

Anyway, Abbherence

>You can probably guess how the church is involved with it.
The church game changer would be they trying to resurrect him somehow, right? Maybe it and the sword we gave them would be involved.

>>5477950
https://pastebin.com/3E3FVbiR

the stats.
I have a tab for your stats and inventory.
Try to keep it clean but its dificult.


>The church game changer would be they trying to resurrect him somehow, right?
>>5464333
>Inquisitorial Experimentation [Fate of Qothos]
You will eventualy choose what the path they are taking.

1->>5477064 >>Use magic to create a fire storm and burn that general area

2->>5477301>Let Hildra do a charge.

We are tied. I will begin writing the next road event.
I will roll to break the tie in 1h if there are no more votes.

Rolled 1 (1d2)

>>5478240
Alas, poor Flora, she's probably dead.

>Use magic to create a fire storm and burn that general area
The idea of using a firestorm was a simple idea that didn't put anyone at risk.
well, except Flora, that was something Jericho asked.
"Don't worry kid," Ghal replied confidently. "Knowing that bloodthirsty harlot, she will be pretending to be a hostage.
If not, no one will mourn her death, not even her son."
This last was said looking at the infant spriggan who was triying to talk to the mothman.
Ignorant of what was happening outside.


He and Jericho went outside, the kobold's flames were already out.
Only a skeleton with charred flesh ligered.
Jericho began to draw the runes on the ground while Ghal shielded him.
In addition to checking Flora's situation.
"FLORA! The previous order is cancelled, come back here immediately!" Ghal screamed into the air.

"no no no!" He could dimly hear the attacker talking in the depth of the forest.
A minute later, Flora emerged from the bushes, waving at him with her hands bound.
She emerged half-naked, her dress torn and shredded, filled with stains of blood and other fluids.
She had some bleeding cuts on her arms and many on the stomach.
Plus half of her face looked like it had been crushed with a stone.
"What's up jerk." She said as if nothing was happening.

"What the hell were you doing?" Ghal was direct.
"I was pretending to be dead until he let his guard down,
but the fucking pervert would not give me an opening,
if you had given me half an hour more or whatever it takes him to jerk off again, I would have gotten him."

Ghal sighed in frustration, and an arrow shot out of the forest to hit the spriggan in the shoulder.
She moaned in pain and smiled.
"You know what? I don't care, get in the truck and don't get out." Ghal gave that order and signal to Jericho.
A blaze of orange fire erupted from the runes and spread like a wave through the forest.

[Roll 15 + 4 DC 15 Result: Success]

The elf's cries were heard echoing through the trees.
And they began to get closer, the ball of fat that was the elf was charging Flora in a last attempt to drag her into the grave with him.
His skin was falling off his body, bone was beginning to show in the fingers.

[Roll 16 + 3 Armor 14 Result: Success]

Ghal hit him on the back of the neck with his hammer.
The elf's eyes bulged out of their sockets and the sound of bone breaking reverberated in the air.
The morbidly obese fireball fell dead to the ground.
Ghal spat at the dead man and kicked him.


Flora was starting to approach the corpse when Ghal stopped her.
"To the truck, now."
She looked at him incredulous and furious.
"WHAT! No, he's dead! You can't take this from me! It's mine, I've earned it! He's violated this body, you can't-"
Ghal interrupted her. "I can and I am doing it. The human didn't want to see you win and I won't let you. Go back to the truck now. And cover yourself, now that your disguise is broken, maybe our Master will discard you once and for all."

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When you came back to your senses you felt a great weight on your chest.
It didn't go away when you tried to get up.
Your eyes began to get used to the light and you saw that Emilia had her hand on your shoulder.
"Welcome to the land of the living, Charmer. Have you brought any souvenirs from your trip?"
The dim light didn't let you see her face well, but she was forcing a smile.
You looked around trying to see what had happened.

Hildra was sleeping against the wall, her mace near her.
Rakta next to her, sleeping, still wearing her armor.
Flora was there, awake and greeting you with a serious expression.
she had bandages on her face and body.
Tog and Jericho were at the end of the truck, both stuffed into a sleeping bag.
A little closer the Mothman curled up with the larvae.
Ghal must be driving.

You asked what had happened and Emilia gave you a quick explanation.
When you asked what you did with the elf's corpse, the Ghal gave the order to bury it.
His stuff had been charred or was useless junk.
And if there had been accomplices, they fled after seeing the fire.

You were still a little groggy, but you had free time during this part of the trip.
What do you do during the trip? (choose 1)
>Talk to someone (who?)(free)
>Solve a riddle from the necromancer (Gain a high tier skill or answer a difficult question)
>Learn a skill from someone
>Create a spell (describe it)
>Investigate an object with the help of Tog and Jericho (Which one?)
>Write in


>>5478255
I should have, but i'm a sucker for interesting interactions.

>>5478350
>>Talk to someone (who?)(free)
Flora, got to know how she's holding up
>Solve a riddle from the necromancer (Gain a high tier skill or answer a difficult question)

>>5478350
>Create a spell (Repair Construct)
>>Cast it on Flora's exosuit, ask how she's doing
>>Agree that we would have been better off letting her kill and eat her stalker
>Apologize to everyone for your recklessness

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>Talk to Flora
You had to talk to Flora, mainly because it was the first time she didn't seem happy.
Or at least, she wasn't pretending to be happy for the first time.
Also because you had sent her on a mission that had failed, something odd.
Why didn't she use magic?

You got up from your makeshift stretcher with the help of Emilia and went to the free seat next to the Spriggan.
"I was wondering if you're better for me dead or alive." She spoke quickly without looking at you.
"And what is the consensus?" you asked, humoring her.
"You would make a cute vegetable." She grew a small smile but it quickly disappeared.


"How are you holding up?" It was the only question you really wanted to ask.
"I'm so hungry. I can barely use magic at this point, and it's your fault. You wasted my perfect meal,
I had groomed that fat ass to be THE best meal I could have ever had. And now its gone forever! Fuck."
"Doesn't it bother you that you didn't kill him or...?" Your eyes drifted to her bandages, you could see something moving under them.

"Fuck no, he died splendidly, on fire and trying to kill me, again.
And getting hit was part of the plan, do you know what that would do to the taste of his mind? I don't, and now I'll never know!"
"Yeah, it might have been better if I just told you to kill him."
"You think!? FUCK! Do you think I like this game we have? Not anymore! If you want to tame someone, sodomize the kobold."
Ah yes, the classic. But it was off topic and maybe Jericho had gotten there first. Next question.
"Couldn't you eat the aberrance from the trees?"
"Would you eat tasteless, pre-chewed food?"


"And the wounds?" you said passing your hand over a deep cut in her shoulder.
"I'm not attached to this skin, I mean, the tits are incredible, but if I wanted to spend all day cosplaying I would join the Tyr court again."
That was new, maybe you should ask her another time.
"Okay, I'm going to fix them now."
"Why?" She was genuinely confused at your proposition.
"To repair the disguise?"
"You're driving a truck and you're wearing demon tech armor. Disguise? You're drawing so much attention. This is me," she said, removing her bandages.
"If you don't want to look at it, I understand. But if you just want the tits, I can put them on Ghal.
He already is your pooch, you could make him your bitch."

"So you don't want me to fix it?"
"I say, kindly fuck off. But if you just want something pretty to look at, I can make it happen."
Ghal would probably hate you for life if you did this to him.
But it is interesting to know that it is possible.
Maybe with a man's skin... where would you get that!?

What will you do?
>Fix the disguise
>Don't fix it
>She can take it off the skin
>Write in

>>Create a spell (Repair Construct)
Too specific for my taste.
-Mending [X Aberrance][ Touch a broken item and make an Insight Roll, the DC is equal to the complexity of that item. If you succeed the item is repaired. The aberrance cost lowers if there are fewer pieces missing, to a min of 0.]
(A sword is DC 5 and a computer is DC 30)

>Solve a riddle from the necromancer (Gain a high tier skill or answer to a difficult question)
"I'm blamed for many afflictions,
I am guilty of some prosperity,
I'm not justified, but I'm needed.
What am I?"
>Answer

>Apologize to everyone for your recklessness
You are the only one that got hurt, they are not mad at you. But its nice that you worry.


This post got out of hand, I really wanted a perfect dialog for Flora and it consumed me.
No more Flora for a while or I will get sick of the character.
Next up, Hildra asking for thing.
Tomorrow

>>5479417
>She can take off the skin
She doesn't need a disguise where we are going.
>>5479419
Luck?

I hope other anons try their hands at solving the riddle too.

>>5479417
>apologize to Flora, sincerely, and let her 'dress' however she wants
She's a monster, but she's OUR monster. Maybe we'll let her eat someone soon, if somebody proves a big enough asshole to justify it.

>>5479419
>The riddle
Hmm... Violence?

>You are the only one that got hurt, they are not mad at you. But its nice that you worry.
People COULD have been hurt. Also, Flora was hurt, though admittedly she isn't really people.

Since the gorn, I no longer am thirsty for her, but now she just reminds me of my cat