It is noon in the fantastical city-state of Hawksong, humanity’s premier metropolis. A little over twenty-four hours ago, you entered the city under false pretenses and wearing a disguise—a human disguise, so that you might represent yourself as some Eastern mercenary here to trade the proceeds of your most recent adventure for food and armaments. In actuality, you are something far greater and insidious than a mere mammalian adventurer. You are the destroyer of the Devourer, slayer of the Shoggoth, ghoul-gutter and sanctifier of spoiled sanctuaries. You are Prince of Love, Knight Ascendant of the God of Glorious Bloodshed, Dark Prophet of the Coming Age. Yours is a truly a Dragon Soul (and, if anyone doubts it, you have the ACTUAL soul of an ACTUAL ancient dragon bound to your three-chambered heart). You are the one they call Theral, The Copper Dragon King of Bloodrise!You are the DRAGONBORN ANTIPALADIN!(But… Uhh… You MAY have bitten off a bit more than you can chew this time.)
>>5576391For the last several months, you have been carefully manoeuvring through the faith-and-bloodline based world of Reptilian politics (no easy feat, when the powers that be know you are actually the magically-modified spawn of a half-human Degenerate). Through careful planning and concerted effort, you have begun building an empire in the mountains of the northwest. You made allies of dark elves and insects of unusual size. You brought (most of) the Dark Gods to a place of (mostly) unified purpose, and coerced their Serpent priesthood into support. You inspired the Master Race, long consigned to dark and miserable spaces, to action, and through your people’s clever subversions you have turned the humans of the North and South against one another. It was a considerable acceleration of the Great Conspiracy against the surface-dwellers and their inferior deities, but it was still slow going by a mortal timescale…(And, well, you were young, and you were in love.)A questionably-conceived mating with the Dark Goddess called Mother of Dragons and Protector of Eggs left you (for lack of a more accurate term) ‘spiritually pregnant’ with a half-formed demigod. Suffering pangs and pains, unable to attend to the urgings of your <appetite>, and fearful of what would happen if you WERE to consummate your love with your precious childhood companion Sseztlussth the Fleshweaver, you set out to find a mate who was physically, genealogical, and spiritually robust enough to accept the implantation of this divine gift growing within you. You settled upon an auspicious target for this significant insemination: the Princess of Hawksong, daughter of the Paladin King himself!(Okay, so maybe your stunning successes to date had you feeling a LITTLE cocky.)You had expected the excursion to be simple, short. You donned your disguise, excused yourself from various planning committees, and set out with two males you could rely upon: your loyal attendant Oluwadamialre the Archer, and a seasoned Hawksong-based Reptilian infiltrator who is ALSO coincidentally your biological father. I turned out one of your father’s connections—and your mother’s one-time thrall—had ascended to become Archmage of the Hawksong Mages’ Tower. Perfect! Who better to make the introduction, so you could woo (or ravish, or kidnap, or all three maybe) the princess?(Would that it were so easy.)
>>5576393Now, with the benefit of hindsight, you see where you made your mistakes. You are used to dealing with isolated dwarven outposts, barbarous bugbears, isolated and impoverished elves, and naturally-subordinate kobolds. These humans may be an inferior species, but they are no push-overs. The Archmage Henzler, in particular, proved to be wily for one of her breed. She pretended to be cooperative, lured you into her laboratory with promises of bio-magical augmentation for you and your subordinate, and even got you to remove your Amulet of Disguise and to explain your purpose in her city… Only to then reveal that she was never under your control to begin with. Rather, she was still bound to your mother’s demonic minion, and that demon is now the under the ownership of another.The Green Knight!Now, you and Roth are staring down this traitorous witch-woman. Olu the Archer is unconscious, strapped to her table, and naked from the waist down… (It’s a long story.)…And the green-armoured knight who slew your mother and has long haunted your torpor is heading this way. There is only one exit—behind you, in the direction of that deadly nemesis. Archmage Henzler herself is no easy prey, either—she has demonstrated a terrifying command of the fleshweaver’s art, as well as other spellcraft. You are trapped! Doomed!(Calm down. Take a breath. You are Theral of Bloodrise. You can do this. Think, damnit!)
>>5576396What will you do?>Face the Green Knight directly—you will live in fear of this man no longer!>Take Henzler down—if you can get the drop on her, you can hold her hostage!>There comes a time when withdrawal is your best bet—you will attempt to rush past (or through) the Green Knight and escape before he can react!>Wait… Is that a ventilation shaft above Henzler? You could probably squeeze through there…But then, what of Oluwadamilare?>You will bring him with you—you MUST! He is your faithful friend!>Sorry, Olu—you’ll come back for him if you can, but for now, you must leave him![Write-ins are permitted, as always unless otherwise specified. If you have specific tactics, items, or spells you wish to use, please specify. Your <Danger Sense> will give you a notable advantage on your first roll, having been triggered last thread.][Previous threads are archived at https://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive.html?tags=reptoidqm]
>>5576399>Face the Green Knight directly—you will live in fear of this man no longer!>Wall of Stone him into the ceiling>You will bring him with you—you MUST! He is your faithful friend!Well, that happened.
>>5576399>>Take Henzler down—if you can get the drop on her, you can hold her hostage!Better to deal with her now than both her and the GK when he arrives.
>>5576435[There are two matters to vote on.]
>>5576435We have no way to force compliance and she’s mostly doesn’t give a shit about actually assisting the GK, better to focus our attention on the GK.
>>5576399>Face the Green Knight directly—you will live in fear of this man no longer!>Order Shoggoth Armor to overtake his green armor and eat him>You will bring him with you—you MUST! He is your faithful friend!
>>5576399>Wait… Is that a ventilation shaft above Henzler? You could probably squeeze through thereFacing the green knight at this juncture is foolish, even if we win here we are surrounded in a human city with our cover identities blown. We need to scram as soon as possible.>Write-in>To further aid your escape, use your magic ring to summon an ice elemental down the hallway and command it to attack all humans it comes across.
>>5576399>There comes a time when withdrawal is your best bet—you will attempt to rush past (or through) the Green Knight and escape before he can react!Door opens, stone wall into the ceiling, dont get anywhere near him, I dont know what that lizard knife can do and I dont want him to even see us before he gets smacked around like a pool ball>You will bring him with you—you MUST! He is your faithful friend! Im not that upset with the mage, just give her a mean look and tell her our business isnt done and we expect her to finish fixing Olu at another time, I hadnt realized what was on the table for our best friend before the last update and I know that Theral would absolutely want Olu to have a chance at true happiness with Jaz, Champion of love all the way
>>5576659Im gonna change my wall of stone to a moon beam, if he has the succubus then the moonlight should do more damage theoretically to me being light magic plus itll blind him for a sec, might be uber wrong plus idek if we can cast it without Endymion with us, if so ignore this whole post
>>5576399>There comes a time when withdrawal is your best bet—you will attempt to rush past (or through) the Green Knight and escape before he can react!Start with a moonbeam to blind him, then wall of stone him (either into the ceiling or to block his access to us)We have ample mana reserves, let’s tap into them If these don’t work, release the ice elemental (or the lighting elemental if we brought it with us) Make sure to reapply our amulet of disguise once we’re safely past the GK It would probably be prudent for us to hunker down (not at Roth’s place as Henzler knows his name) for a while after this and then escape the city. Princess insemination will come post beating the GK>You will bring him with you—you MUST! He is your faithful friend!
>>5576659>>5576830Ah, yes. Running away from a challenge is sure to impress our patron god. I’m sure snake daddy would be absolutely thrilled with this plan.
>>5576399>Face the Green Knight directly—you will live in fear of this man no longer!Don't think Henzler would have lured us down here if it was so easy to escape from. plus we have shoggy and we're in our natural form, thanks to Henzler. Nearly full combat capacity.
>>5576876Lets say optimistically the green knight starts losing, (Even though, he is a veteran warrior and adventurer who is fully decked out in magical gear. And considering he bound a demon to his service presumably knows some magic too.) We are still surrounded in a enemy city, with only two allies one of whom is already knocked out and we know the paladin king has stepped up patrols around the city. We need to leave as soon as possible regardless since our cover identities will soon be worthless.
>>5576399>There comes a time when withdrawal is your best bet—you will attempt to rush past (or through) the Green Knight and escape before he can react>You will bring him with you—you MUST! He is your faithful friend
>>5576399>Face the Green Knight directly—you will live in fear of this man no longer!>You will bring him with you—you MUST! He is your faithful friend!Saddle Roth with Olu.
>>5577367>>5577359>>5577047>>5576943>>5576830>>5576735>>5576659>>5576632>>5576575>>5576435>>5576405[Locked and writing]
>>5577707You consider running, fleeing, perhaps taking a hostage and negotiating your escape… But no. You did not pledge soul and service to the Serpent Ascendant, God of Dark Victory, to run and hide like a weakling. You will live in fear of this crusading cavalier no longer—you will take the fight to him! After all…<KNIGHT ASCENDANT’S CODE>>1. You must not turn down a direct challenge to your honour, no matter how perilous>3. You must defeat worthy foes by strength of arm or open warfare, never by assassins or diplomacy…It’s sort of in the job description. The last thing you can afford now is losing divine favour, with enemies on every side.“You have made a missstake, Archmage,” you reply, as calmly as you can manage. “We are not done here.”She says nothing, just watching you. Counting on her apathy towards the events—she is hardly an enthusiastic collaborator with the Green Knight if he must blackmail her, you instruct the Infiltrator called Roth to collect poor, unconscious, half-naked Oluwadamilare.“And pull up his pants,” you command. “Give him his dignity.”“You mean to tackle this creature head-on?!” Your father balks. “I told you: this is a trap1 he will have means to end s, if he is here.”“He knows to expect Reptilian Infiltrators,” you correct your overcautious ancestor. “He does not know to expect ME.”After all, the Serpent Ascendant does not require that you fight STUPIDLY, or to the death—merely that you do not flinch from a challenge. The inkling of a plan is percolating in your lizard-brain even now. Your self-confidence if further bolstered when Henzler steps back, assuming a defensive stance… But does not strike.“You won’t win,” she tells you, without any evidence happiness or sadness about your fate.Foolish human. You don’t need to win—you just need to not LOSE. The plan solidifies.
Rolled 16, 4, 1 = 21 (3d20)>>5577724With Roth a step behind you at our instruction, you approach the door as stealthily as you may—your organic armour and new, padded boost afford you a MITE more stealth than your adversary. Only when yoru <Danegr Sense> tells you the timing is right do you step out to face your long-anticipated foe.The Green Knight stands before you. His appellation is no misnomer: his armour is green and silver, decorated with motifs of dragons—pained, roaring in agony, impaled or in death throes. His helm obscures his eyes in shadow. Beneath that helm, you know, he wears your mother’s mystic diadem: a source of protection for mind and spirit, plucked from your creator’s corpse just as he stole away her devilish assistant. In his hand he grips a blade, while another is sheathed upon his belt. The one in his grip does not glow, so you assume the sheathed weapon is the armament enchanted against your ilk—held in reserve.“You should have led with your bessst,” you tell him.Before he can reply, you add an addendum: a blast of your <Moonbeam>, projected from your open maw.[Elementalism roll. DC normally 17 for offensive spells wielded against the Green Knight in his armour; reduced by 3 by the use of <Danger Sense> on your first strike. No moon-blade to augment your roll with sword skills.]
Rolled 1, 14, 19 = 34 (3d20)>>5577726>>5577726The Green Knight reaches behind his back to produce a silver shield. If he is startled—and you suppose he must be—you cannot see his shocked expression. His reaction time in such heavy armour is impressive, though. If you did not have the element of surprise—if you were not coiled like a cobra, waiting to strike—he would have blocked your <Moonbeam> entirely.>16 vs. DC 14But you were, and he doesn’t. Instead, your emerald enemy is launched back from whence he came, sent spiraling through the air. He adjusts his form as best he can, but still lands in a clatter of steel upon his back like a toppled turtle. Agile though he is, he is clearly disoriented and widned by the unanticipated attack.“RUN!” you roar.Roth follows your commands, your ever-argumentative sire offering no grumbling counterpoint this time. With Olu slung over one shoulder, the old Dragonborn takes off at a full sprint, rushing past the prone warrior and leaping over a haphazard swing of his sword.Damn, he’s durable. Is it his magical equipment, or is it something else which gird and guides him?“None of that,” you address him in his own mammalian tongue.You shift your stance into something more solid, drawing a foot across the stone floor and focusing upon the energies below channeling them up your legs and into your gut. You clench a fist, and raise it high. In the end, it doesn’t much matter how strong this Green Knight is, or how frightening his reputation—not when he is just a man in a tin can, standing atop a rapidly-rising <Wall of Stone>, inches and seconds away from being crushed against the hall’s low ceiling.[DC 17 Elementalism again, reduced by 1 because of your earlier success and the clever write-in combo.]
>>5577735I’m hoping to get Mother’s diadem back right desu.
>>5577735>>5577744>>5577735>19 vs. DC 16The Green Knight doesn’t cry out so much as grunt in pain and confusion, not even able to get a word out before the floor below him slams him into the ceiling and wedges him in place. To his credit, he is able to adjust his posture somewhat—he is not prone when he meets the roof, but in a crouch with head bowed, such that shoulders and knees brace him in place and prevent his immediate compaction from Green Knight into Peridot Pancake. It buys your subordinates precious time to make good on their escape, even as it prevents the Green Knight for absconding himself.He is trapped. Not helpless, but at this moment, as vulnerable as he is ever likely to be. This man has massacred members of the Master Race. He killed and looted your mother. He has exposed your people’s Great Conspiracy, and turned nations against you. He has attempted to trap and exterminate your like a rat. For months—MONTHS!—he has haunted your sleep… And now here he is, before you, straining to liberate himself from your clutches… And, for the moment, failing.Foiled. Fettered. Harmless. Helpless.What will you do?>Strike him down! Now! While you have the chance! [Specify a method of attempted execution]>Follow your father (and Olu) to safety, and find somewhere safe to re-quip your Amulet of Disguise—overconfidence is folly, and he is not dead yet>Assume <Dragonshape IV>, and draw your sword—it is time to duel!>You have questions, and he WILL answer you! [Specify what you will confront him about—your mother? Her demon? His plans? Something else?]>Write-in
>>5577748>Unhelm him and take Mother’s Diadem backThen>Behead with sloggoth swordor>Walk away, lamenting the failure of the Green Knight to be a worth-while foe
>>5577748>Strike him down! Now! While you have the chance! [Specify a method of attempted execution]>Wield your great shoggoth-sword and lop his fool head from his shoulders
>>5577748>>Strike him down! Now! While you have the chance! Use blunt force. End him rightly.Let's not leave any opening. We don't want to lose our shoggoth armour protection, and a sword is not ideal against full plate. Either earth wall until he pops or beat him to death with your pommel/guard in a mordhau grip.
>>5577748>Strike him down! Now! While you have the chance! [Specify a method of attempted execution] Shog off his head, regardless of the outcome grab for that fucking diadem, rip it off of his head painfully if we have to, stay away from his sword at all fucking costs
>>5577765[I don't mean to be a cruel DM, but I must say I'm not sure how you turn your armour into a magic sword, either climb a stone wall or lower it to release him so you can decapitate him, and ALSO stay out of sword-range.]
>>5577752>>5577754>>5577765Im just a tourist but are you guys sure this shoggoth sword can cut through his full plate armor? Since we're below him, a stab to the groin seems like the best possible cutting move so I'd either go with that or beat/crush him to death like >>5577764 said.
>>5577768Reasonable, im just ravenously attacking brainwise, how bout we just scramble up grab him by the head and drop all of our weight down
>>5577769Reasonable, I mainly just want the diadem, I don’t really care how we dispatch him afterwards.
>>5577791Does he need to be alive for the diadem to be taken? Killing him through blunt force trauma, blood loss or compression asphyxia then taking the diadem off of his dead body seems like a better idea.
>>5577803Whatever we choose just make sure its swift,violent and disorienting enough to kill him before he has a chance to use any magic/items. Wizard rules, basically.
>>5577803No, but being blunt if we are executing him now the sword offers us the most dice, though I would support a particularly creative write in.
>>5577811Well... getting hit in the head or stabbed in the balls repeatedly whilst you're running out of air from having your torso crushed sounds incapacitating enough to me.>>5577843See above, both methods use the sword.
>>5577850That’s fine for me>>5577764>>5577769Also support, if we can pull it off
>>5577764Supporting.I'm afraid his armor shield him from fire and magic, and concussion seems effective for now.Let's be honest, I don't think we will get him out of the picture right now, maybe we can leave him with a nice scar?
>>5577764Bludgeoning damage is best damage.
>>5577863I’d be satisfied with the diadem and walking away lamenting that this is the best that Hawksong has to offer.
>>5577748>Strike him down! Now! While you have the chance! [Specify a method of attempted execution]I'm a bit against adding moving parts butCreate a second wall of stone from the ceiling and lower one while keeping him trapped under the otherThen no fancies stab him in the neck, with our sword, plate or not this is always a vulnerable spot; I'd be in for blunt but just don't want to get too close.
>>5577764This, and also burn him with our dragon breath. Burn so bright as to leave naught but charred bones
[Not locking the vote yet, but if I'm counting correctly... Everyone is voting to execute, most want to behead, with a notable and non-exclusive group advocating for crushing him or pummeling him first, and one guy wanting to cook him with fire breath. Is that about right?]
>>5577748hmmwhy not raise more earth around him? entomb him and let him suffocate
>>5578004Surely the knight with dragons depicted dying on his armour has it enchanted to block fire breath.
>>5577748To consolidate the vote and because I think his head is closer to us, I'll back >>5577764>>5578153Unless we can completely bury him, leaving no gaps, that would take too long.>>5578004Like >>5578582 said, I doubt that would be effective in burning him. It could, however, hasten his suffocation by using up the oxygen with the flames.
>>5577764Yeah, gonna change my vote (>>5577754) to this too.
>>5578661>>5578596>>5578153>>5578004>>5577943>>5577863>>5577852>>5577765>>5577764[In a stunning upset, we've moved from decapitation to a huge preference for crushing and/or bashing damage.]>>5577889[It seems you are widely agreed-with on this matter. The vote is locked, and I'm writing.]
Rolled 20, 7, 8 = 35 (3d20)>>5578789You cannot pass up this opportunity. The Green Knight is straining to free himself from where you have wedged him, and so long as he cannot move freely, he is as good as at your mercy.“It isss a shame,” you say, as you survey his predicament. “I have heard much of you, Yosef. I had thought that you might prove a worthwhile foe.”The Green Knight pauses in his struggle as you speak his family name, slowly lowering his head to survey you. You don’t need an empathic sense to feel the shock and fury radiating from the silent swordsman.“You aren’t living up to the legend,” you lament.Unfortunately for him, you have far less mercy than mana. The Red Dragon King’s reserves are truly impressive. You aren’t exactly a wizard, so focusing upon too many ongoing spells at once still strains your concentration; in contrast to your early days, however, casting spell after spell has hardly any effect upon your stamina. As you assume the stance for another use of your <Wall of Stone> and summon the strength, what was once a laborious task feels as easy as breathing.And breathing is exactly what the Green Knight must be struggling to do now, as you pull the ceiling down and the floor up, to meet him in the middle.[DC 16]
>>5578805dang we shoulda beheaded
Rolled 17, 3, 9, 16 = 45 (4d20)>>5578805>>5578813>20It takes time—an impressive amount of time, really—but the man breaks. His enchanted (?) ancestral armour, with its sacrilegious scrawlings of your fallen ancestors cracks and buckles, caving in upon its occupant. Blood begins to seep from the spaces between his plates, alluding to unseen injuries within. He shudders, trashes weakly, and goes limp.(The ever-so-slight anxiety which still remained from your earlier instant of panic finally settles.)You slowly lower your fist, and the stone vise which you have constructed lowers the helpless human and his hanging head to where you can better reach it. With a casual motion, you draw your elven longsword and flip it in your hand, so you are holding it by the blade, clutched in your gauntlet. As the Green Knight is brought to rest before you, you give his emerald helm a prod with the haft of your weapon. When no response comes, you lift it high, and swing it down hard, rattling the helm.It does not cave in, so you suppose it MUST be enchanted.Still, he cannot be in very good shape, even if he is alive at all. You are tempted to swing, and swing, and swing again until his helmet shatters and spills forth his brains… But no. His neck was surely broken by that mighty blow, right? And under that helm, he has your mother’s treasure: the diadem which can grant your big brother back home the gift of clarity, restoring his addled and underdeveloped intelligence to his rightful draconic glory!You reach out, a seize the plume upon this knight’s helm. With a well-placed tug, you unmask your beaten adversary. He has the pale, pinkish skin of the northmen, with brownish integument and an aquiline, hawkish nose larger than the local average, and slightly hooked. His solid features and sharp jaw are striking, though you are a poor judge of humanoid beauty standards-you suspect he must be quite handsome, or rather ugly, but you don’t know which. His symmetry of features and clear skin attest to noble breeding, and good nutrition—as does his size and build, you suppose, which you would estimate as being comparable to that of Olu the Archer.The last of the Yosef, brought low… And upon his brow, the golden circlet which is your birthright and trophy. You pluck it from his scalp and regard it. It is a strange feeling—this was your mother’s worn when she died. Now, it is yours. You have avenged her, and with hardly even any difficulty. It was almost…><DANGER SENSE: ACTIVE>…Too easy. You are moving before you know why, your divination-amplified senses taken autonomic control of your reflexes, hurtling you backwards from an unknown threat. Did he bring reinforcements? Is it Henzler, coming to his rescue in spite of her apparent indifference earlier?![Athleticism, DC 18 normally,but 15 due to your aforementioned divination spell]
>>5578825Thank the Dark Gods for Danger Sense.
>>5578825>>5578846>17 vs. DC 15You narrowly dodge a killing blow, and with enough distance to get a good look at your assailant. It is…A sword?The sword hovers in the air before you—an obviously-enchanted blade, made in the northern human fashion with two cutting edges and a tapered point, of a fine white-silver metal. It is faintly glowing red, with a clean and simple blade faintly engraved with something like… True Script? You narrow your eyes, squinting to read it without drawing closer, and make out a single word:‘KINSLAYER’You gnash your teeth at this accursed magic weapon.“You defend a corpse,” you hiss at it in True Speech—if it is engraved with such, perhaps the animating spirit of this sword understands the Reptilian tongue.It does not reply, but another does:“Do not be so sure, monster.”Your eyes widen and your breath hitches. You look past the sword, to find the source of the oafishly-accented True Speech. You find an empty shell: the crumpled, inward-crushed chestplate and backplate of the Green Knight’s carapace has been unbuckled and abandoned. He steps out from behind the wall of stone—it doesn’t fill the entire hallways, for you had no desire to cut off your own escape route. As he does so, the sword flies to his hand, which closes around it.
>>5578855The Green Knight is in rough shape. You are sort of impressed the human is standing at all. His breathing is ragged, wheezing—you know the sound from when your won broken rib pierced your lung, once upon a time during your rescue of Davora. His hazel eyes are bloodshot, his grimace bloodied by upchucked blood. Without a healer’s attention, you suspect his existing injuries would mean his death, even without any further action on your part…And yet he stands. Those eyes, bloodshot and bleary though they be, are filled with resolve, and a deep well of vengeance such as you do not think you have even seen in your most rebellious slaves or captives. It is the cultivated loathing of years—decades, a lifetime—focused to a beam of deadly intensity, and focused upon you like a bolt of smiting lightning. He takes up his shield in his other arm—a measure of defence against your own shoggoth-cuirass, in lieu of his now-useless and abandoned outer armour. In the shield, polished silver, with the faintest sheen of magic to your sixth sense, you see your mirror image.In your reflection, you see…>Trepidation—this man should be dead, surely?! You will draw your bow, use your magic—keep him at a distance!>Excitement—now THIS is a duel, a PROPER challenge from a WORTHY foe! You will clash swords with this knight, and prove your superiority once and for all!>Hatred, to match the Green Knight’s own—if he won’t stay dead, then you’ll just have to summon forth the shoggoth-sword and use the might of that dread weapon to put him down all the more painfully and brutally![Write-in’s permitted, tactics encouraged.]Green Knight: 2/5 HP
>>5578857>Love- for your Mother, for your Great Green Brother, for the whole Master Race, you will end this Kinslayer!>Burn him alive whilst you bathe him in your Radiant Aura- with no armor left to aid him, surely your twin flames will see him brought low
>>5578857[Oh, and adding to your 'deafult' options, there is also...]>Curiousity—who IS this man? Maybe he can answer some lingering questions if you keep him talking while you look for an opening( and give your friends more time to flee and hide)
>>5578857>Hatred, to match the Green Knight’s own—if he won’t stay dead, then you’ll just have to summon forth the shoggoth-sword and use the might of that dread weapon to put him down all the more painfully and brutally!reeee revenge for mommy
>>5578825> You are tempted to swing, and swing, and swing again until his helmet shatters and spills forth his brains…Then why didn't you?> But no. His neck was surely broken by that mighty blow, right? Is it in character for the MC to do something this retarded? He's fighting this big dick rival and, when he's got him on the ropes, doesn't make sure he's dead?>>5578857> Anger—you had him! You were so close to killing him but you got careless again! You will correct your mistake.Im thinking of feigning recklessness and charging him with the sword but focusing on parrying to follow up with another crushing move or fire breath. Or feinting the crushing move and using the fire breath instead.
>>5578996>Then why didn't you?[It would have damaged or broken the diadem, had you not removed it first. Removing his helm and taking the diadem before landing the killing blow was the only way to ensure it didn't shatter. Theral then gazed upon the diadem for about a second before a levitating magic sword tried to slice open his throat. Sorry if I was unclear.]
>>5578999Well, the only way to take the diadem while also killing him quickly with blunt force trauma, I should say
>>5578999>>5579004But a diadem doesn't cover the entire head. If damaging it is the worry, then strike him at the base of the head or on the back of the neck or stab trough the vision slits until death is certain.
>>5578857>Curiosity—who IS this man? Maybe he can answer some lingering questions if you keep him talking while you look for an opening( and give your friends more time to flee and hide)Best option now that we have the armour advantage - and we should keep that advantage by not using the shog sword.That shield is likely going to still repel any ranged or magic attack and our strength is in swordplay.Fools rush in however, so lets look for that opening, take what advantage we can, and let our allies escape.>>5578999>>5578996Yeah, anons made it clear they wanted their trinket intact, and we did promise it to big bro green.
>>5579005[Bashing in his magic helmet with such force as to cave it in and kill him doesn't mesh with careful precision to avoid damaging a circlet-crown on his head, in my opinion. Stabbing through the vision-slit (not proposed, I don't believe) isn't blunt-force trauma.][Regardless, it's flavour text to represent the basic outcome: you lowered his HP by 2 and stunned him long enough to get the diadem thanks to a crit, and wrecked his armour because you chose the use of the Wall of Stone/bludgeoning strat, and then he used his magic sword defence to repel you because he wasn't at 0 or -1 HP yet. The rest is narrative flourish.]
>>5579011Don't need to cave the entire helmet in. Like I said base of the head/back of the neck area is a perfectly suitable target. And I didn't propose the stab idea because it wasn't feasible at the time, had you given us the prompt at the moment of opportunity I would've suggested it.I know that in a meta sense it's flourish but that doesn't make it dismissable since it's not any less contrived. Like when villains throw the hero around instead of actually killing them, it reveals the man behind the curtain which takes me out of the story.
>>5579022[Welcome to my pulpy fantasy quest based on reptoid conspiracy theories and D&D. I am certainly interested in immersion, but I am ultimately less concerned with the character behaving in a perfectly strategically optimal fashion at all times in my write-ups than I am in having a good flow to my writing and telling a fun little fantasy story. For me, that means setting up some set-pieces and moments, not necessarily pausing at every blow to hold new votes on every possible combat manoeuvre[You had mentioned being new here (or at least a 'tourist', rather than a regular), so I will let you know: for the last nine or ten months, this is how I've been writing fight-scenes, and for a bit over a year beforehand in Reptilian Infiltrator Quest. I am open to criticism, and I always try to do my best, but I'm not interested in litigating this rules-light creative writing romp like we were playing a tabletop game.][I appreciate you joining us, and I hope you can enjoy your stay. If not, I understand.]
>>5578857>Excitement—now THIS is a duel, a PROPER challenge from a WORTHY foe! You will clash swords with this knight, and prove your superiority once and for all!Getting rid of the shog armor while he is naked feels foolish, we are sword masters in the making so might as well make use of it
>>5579022Life goes on anon, dont start demanding shit from QM during the 9th thread of his spinoff story from his previous super succesful series of threads that have always had constant traction, you already said youre new or at least an equivalent of such, maybe read into the story more and learn about who your playing as before making decisions during a super important fight, especially when your opinion is ignorant and shows you didnt make an effort to learn, be better man>>5578857>Excitement—now THIS is a duel, a PROPER challenge from a WORTHY foe! You will clash swords with this knight, and prove your superiority once and for all! Engage the radiance as he is our sworn enemy in opposition to everything we believe so should sting pretty nasty, if we have any control over the shog armor I say we point all eyes on him again hes our sworn enemy and the aberration clinging to our scales can likely feel our urge to sink our teeth into his skull Doesnt really do anything just a nice bit of flourish put the pressure on him and show Roth why were in charge of this crusade
>>5578857>Curiousity—who IS this man? Maybe he can answer some lingering questions if you keep him talking while you look for an opening( and give your friends more time to flee and hide)Questions - then we >>5578861Burn him till nothing remains
>>5578857>Curiosity, Excitement, Hatred- all a blend of emotions.What drives you so, broken man? Why must you fight the inevitable? I’m glad you’re a proper challenge though.Any companions? Friends? Loved ones? I know you are the last of your line, I might as well eradicate your memory while I’m at it.>Radiant Aura, Dazzle, Moonbeam, and duel with our shoggoth-sword
>>5578857Also->Wear the diadem
>>5579028You're adressing my points piecemeal and therefore missing what Im actually getting at. It's not about the character being strategically optimal at all times or having us micromanage every action. It's about the story and it's characters feeling coherent and natural (not contrived). That's why I asked if the MC would make this sort of mistake in these circumstances, to know if it made sense. If you find that writing contrivances aren't an issue then agree to disagree but that's what I actually have a problem with.Im a tourist in the sense that I read the beggining of infiltrator, dropped it, and then occasionally read a bit of these antipaladin threads.>>5579050Must you be so disguntingly patronizing? I've demanded nothing of the QM and I see no way that anything I've said here could ever be accurately called "ignorant". Only by reading your condescending post have I become embittered. If that was your intention, congratulations.
Also, I’m honestly tempted to go full Dragonshape on his ass, just for a ‘oh fuck’ moment for the Green Knight.
>>5579074To be fair, the behead option didn’t win, the crush one did. Also, think we can barbecue him without his armor?
>>5579077>>5579078Dragonshape usually takes some time I doubt we'll have, Id be down for grilling but maybe parry or break his shield arm first, dragons breath wouldnt do anything to us if reflected but it could give him an opening
>>5578855>Excitement—now THIS is a duel, a PROPER challenge from a WORTHY foe! You will clash swords with this knight, and prove your superiority once and for all
>>5579077>>5579117[Taking the time to assume Dragonshape would indeed give the Green Knight an opportunity to strike or make preparations of his own, though with a successful Athletics roll you could hold him at bay long enough to complete the transformation.]
>>5579074>That's why I asked if the MC would make this sort of mistake in these circumstances, to know if it made sensethe answer is yes, the MC would make that mistake under these circumstances, because that's literally what just happened. happy?
[Thank you to whatever janny cleaned up the 'spirited debate'. I appreciate everyone's passion, but I suspect we will all better-appreciate this thread in the archive without an extended exchange of insults and complaints mid-fight. >>5579074[Feedback on how I write will be accepted at END of thread. I strongly suspect as you read through the previous threads, though, you will find that we truly must agree to disagree, and that this quest isn't the quest you want it to be.]>>5579210>>5579072>>5579070>>5579063>>5579050>>5579029>>5579007>>5578996>>5578881>>5578863>>5578861[Vote is locked, writing has commenced!]
Rolled 12, 12, 17, 4 = 45 (4d20)>>5579672As you stare down this human’s unflinching antipathy, you start to feeling something new in this encounter. Your heart is pounding in your chest, but it isn’t anxiety. Your grip tightens on your sword, but you are not in the grip of terror. You feel not fear, but… Exhilaration.“I must admit it,” you address the Green Knight (and in your native tongue, since he evidently speaks it), “I am glad you are a worthy challenge after all.”“Spare me the pretension to honour, snake,” she spits (in his native Northern Common-tongue, you note, perhaps seeking to avoid an embarrassing accent just as you now are). “It is alien to your motherless breed.”That comment stings a little, but you resist the urge to avenge. You instead circle slowly, the hand bearing the Ring of Protection raised in mirror of the Yosef heir’s own silver shield. You feint, he recoils and raises his blade… But instead of attempting the strike and falling into his counter-attack, you stop short, and place your mother’s diadem upon your head. Seeing his trophy upon your brow instead of his own only seems to infuriate this knight all the more.“Not motherless,” you correct him.He laughs, a bitter and mocking sound of disbelief.“I know how your lot are grown. Hatched in clutches, abandoned by your parents. Don’t try to weaken me with a sob story. I have no time for crocodile tears, creature.”“Then what of you?” you ask.You’re admittedly a little curious, even if it’s MOSTLY just an effort to distract and occupy the human male while you look for a gap in his defences, and allow the blood-loss to take its toll.[Diplomacy, DC 18]
Rolled 11, 5, 1, 11, 5, 3, 9, 16, 15 = 76 (9d20)>>5579702“What?” he demands. “Be quiet. You embarrass us both with this ploy.”“I am quite serious,” you insist. “What drives you so, Oh Broken One? Why must you fight the inevitable?”“It must please you to style yourself such,” he laughs. “Perhaps when your efforts are so frequently thwarted by the Children of Light, you dark-dwelling sons-of-serpents comfort yourself by reassuring yourselves ‘oh, but our victory is inevitable!’”He grins, a mirthless smile. You are briefly at a loss for words.“Did I hit too close to home?” he laughs. “I heard it plenty of times, while I cut bits off of your Chaplain. The Great Conspiracy stretches across the continent! The Grand Design will swallow us all, crush us in coils most mighty!”The Green Knight takes advantage of his removed helm to spit upon the stone floor between you in a gesture of dismissive disgust.“Your every victory is a hollow one, bastard. Your every dream is destined to be DASHED. You are NOTHING. You are a SHADOW.”Enough! You are at last incensed to action—and, better yet, the explosive tirade has seemingly distracted your rival from his careful footwork and opened a rift in the bulwark of his defences. You take maximum advantage of it by igniting your <Radiant Aura> to life.“Not a shadow!” you declare, your voice a roar. “I am THE SUN!”The Green Knight cries out, moving his shield to guard his vision rather than his vitals. You grin, your own smile just as sinister as your enemy’s, and thrice as sharp. You flip your sword over in your hand, and with all your master of the Hexblade’s art, you sweep forward to seize the moment… [5d20, DC normally 18, reduced to 17 by the destruction of his armour, reduced again to 16 by your Sword Mastery...]But he has a counter roll
>>5579708>Critical failureYou charge into the apparent breach in the enemy’s defence, but when you open your mouth to roar and appropriately bloodthirsty battle-cry, you instead catch the man’s shield to the mouth. He wasn’t raising his shield to protect his eyes after all, but instead to drive it into your draconically-elongated snout! You stagger back, disoriented, your mouth full of blood, and spit out a tooth…>DC to hit you: 15, normally>Raised by 2 thanks to your shoggoth armour>Lowered by 1 because of your crit-fail>Raised by 1 because of your aura blinding and searing the Green Knight>>16 vs. DC 17Only your wise decision to retain the shoggoth-shard in armour form rather than converting it to its original blade-shape saves you from a lethal swing of the sword. This ‘Kinslayer’ blade cuts through the organic carapace, very nearly cutting to the core of you… But the shoggoth-armour is a living thing,a nd it does not take this assault upon it lightly or passively. Its material shifts and reshapes to better armour the area of impact, absorbing the blow and attempting to entangle the sword. Across your torso, a dozen hatefully-staring eyes open and glower at the man who struck the blow.The Green Knight releases his sword, leaping back and staring with horrified expression upon the aberration which you wear as raiment.“By all the Gods and Archdevils alike,” he murmurs, and then adds, “what the FUCK is that?”His floating sword struggles by its own volition against your armour’s clutches, attempting to free itself; you suspect it will, given another instant. However, even as you consider snatching it up for yourself, you see the blade’s master skillfully kick his other, more mundane blade back into his hand from where he dropped it while being crushed by your <Wall of Stone>. He assumes a warrior’s stance, and with a war-cry he charges you anew. His skin steams and eyes water at the shining, burning light of your <Radiant Aura>, but still he comes!What will you do?>Snatch up Kinslayer and swing to kill—IF you can overpower the magic sword’s own adversarial nature…>Release the sword and leap back to dodge—then, when his effort is wasted, you can torch this man with righteous dragonfire!>Hold steady! Parry the blow with your sword, and deliver an impact with fist or tail to topple and daze the dastard!>Duck, dodge, and dash—you can gain some distance if you make for the xit,a nd maybe even lay a trap for this surprisingly-tough mammal!>Write-in
>>5579724>"I am aTrue Scion of the Dark Gods, MANLING. That is but one of their servants.">Hold steady! Parry the blow with your sword, and deliver an impact with fist or tail to topple and daze the dastard!He's armorless, and we're big and beefy. Also, damn, what a time to critfail. Shit.
>>5579724oh god oh fuckwhat an appropriately timed critfail>Snatch up Kinslayer and swing to kill—IF you can overpower the magic sword’s own adversarial nature…We've conquered the elf blade and the shogblade, we're kinda a professional with the magic swords. Plus how can we die now? His motherless comments opened him up for a great "I HAVE AVENGED YOU MOTHER" line when we win.
>>5579724>Snatch up Kinslayer and swing to kill—IF you can overpower the magic sword’s own adversarial nature…I hate it when the dice randomly job us during a boss fight…
>>5579724>>Snatch up Kinslayer and swing to kill—IF you can overpower the magic sword’s own adversarial nature…Keeping the magic sword out of his control and potentially in ours is a good option. His regular one likely will have an even tougher time getting through our armour. And like other anon said, we are kind of the authority on magic swords.
>>5579724>>Snatch up Kinslayer and swing to kill—IF you can overpower the magic sword’s own adversarial nature…>“By all the Gods and Archdevils alike,” he murmurs, and then adds, “what the FUCK is that?> - Just one of the magical swords which will I overcame. Not the first, and not the last..."Extremely solid update QM
>>5579880>Snatch up Kinslayer and swing to kill—IF you can overpower the magic sword’s own adversarial nature… New sword? Urm cheque please!
Rolled 5, 5, 19 = 29 (3d20)>>5579735>>5579742>>5579755>>5579765>>5579880>>5580171You raise your sword to parry the blow, holding the Green Knight at bay. His impact is a brutal one—his force is more than his size should allow, his technique simply to superior to yours in your state of divided attention. The elven blade is battered from your hand. You step back.“You wish to know the nature of my armour?” you ask him, dodging another blow. “IT is one of the servants of the Dark Gods of the True Faith—the shoggoth, made a mere minion.”You stagger back, duck your head to evade a killing stroke, and all the while you continue talking.“It is just ONE of the magical swords which, through force of my DRAGON SOUL, I overcame!”You spread your mouth in a wide grin, as you grab the hilt of this ‘Kinslayer’. It had very nearly cut itself free of the shoggoth-cuirass’ oozing tendrils.“It was not the first to be dominated,” you proclaim. “Nor the last!”You take a deep breath, exhaling smoke as you raise the temperature of your inner fire and awaken the Red Dragon King’s spirit to bolster your own. With your gods and your ancestor behind you, you turn your might will upon the animated weapon which you now hold fast. [Spellcraft roll, DC 15/18/20]
>>5580861>Big Red’s soul doesn’t knock down the DC by 1
>>5580893I imagine the Dragon Soul is what netted us the potential for the bottom result at DC15.
>>5580894Actually, the diadem probably would help, if this sword is made of what think it’s made of.
>>5580861>>5580868>>5580893>>5580861You focus your senses upon the enchanted item, throttling its struggles as if your hands were upon the animating entity’s throat. Time seems to slow for a moment as you turn your full attention from the test of arms against the Green Knight to this new battle: the trial of will. Your meditative practice proves invaluable in this matter, and your training with your Novice –even more than your mastery of the sword. The energies which flow through Kinslayer’s glowing steel are not the most familiar, but nor are they utterly alien to you. After all, you have encountered demons before…>19…And you even know this one by name.“Irinnile.”The sword rumbles, quaking in your grasp, and then… Geos still. Your nictitating membranes slide shut, and your perceive the world through the hazy lenses, gazing as if through a crystal into the half-plane between mundane material reality and the dimension of spirit and magic. There, you see her: your mother’s minion, her greatest weapon of warfare-by-other-means, her soulbound lover now torn asunder from her long-departed spirit.The succubus hovers in place, where the sword was a moment ago. She is not unlike the creature you glimpsed in your torpor-dream, the voluptuously-constructed creature of hellish energies, made manifest in the form of a humanoid woman with curving horns, carnivorous teeth, cloven hooves, and thin, forked tail. Her hands, fine-fingered and ending in wicked points, clasp weakly at your own hands—now, as you perceive it, truly around her throat.But rather than red, she is green—like her master’s armour. Her form is gaunt and wasted, weakened. She faintly radiates a red aura—a cursed energy, binding her and turning her to new intent. She is the sword, made flesh; the flesh is this demoness, made steel.“You know me?” she asks, weakly, meeting your mage-gaze with shining diamond-eyes, gleaming with golden promise but expressing confusion, hazy as if intoxicated or starved half to death.“I do,” you acknowledge, “and you know me. As I understand it, you helped to MAKE me… And last night, you visited my sleep.”Something seems to click. The succubus’ eyes take on a bit more light of conscious thought. She struggles weakly, not to flee or to strike, but to lean forward and to perceive you more closely. Taking a chance, you release your grip—upon her, and upon the sword in the realm of material reality.The sword hovers close to your now,--close enough to slice your throat and end you. The succubus-spirit reaches out to touch your face, to caress your jaw and run subtly, sensuous fingers through your hair with courtesan care.Big Red's soul doesn't generally lower DCs at all, but just makes your Dragonshape and aura more potent and give you near-infinite mana
Rolled 13, 6, 12, 5, 18 = 54 (5d20)>>5580894It's actually your dream choice last thread that offered that low threshold>>5580901If you'd failed, the diadem would have helped protect your mind against her retaliation>>5580902“Lissspy,” she whispers. “You’re… You’re her kid, ain’t ya’?”You are a little befuddled at the term but, reflecting on your own accent, you think Irinnile the Succubus refers to your mother. You nod.“Your, ah… Nephew? Of sorts?”After all, that was what this hell-creature called you in your dream, and your corrected account of your origins included demoniac assistance in shaping the soul of you and your fellow (truer, younger) Dragonborn siblings. At the very least, the answer seems to be the correct one, for the she-devil smiles, tears coming to her arms. She presses her naked body to yours, a gesture almost maternal until her leg curls up to wrap around your waist and she buries her face in your neck. She takes a deep inhale of you and moans softly, raising a burning fire which enflames your spiritual condition… But you endure it, even as the ‘blessing’ of the Divine Mother churns unsettlingly in your gut in response to your aroused <appetite>.“You smell like her,” the succubus giggles gracelessly, as if drunk, and finally releases you.You… Aren’t entirely sure how to respond, so you simply bow your head slightly in acknowledgement of what you ASSUME is a compliment.“My nephew… Ha! Imagine me, Hot Aunty Iri… Wish your MILFy mommy could see me now…”As she speaks the words, you sense the trance-time accelerating, the mystic connection fading and crumbling. You know the time is short. You open your mouth, wishing you could ask this strange shadow-spirit questions… But no, now is not the time.You are still at war.When you open your eyes to the world of blood-and-steel once more, the Green Knight is staring, dumbfounded. While you were engaged in your meeting-of-spirits, he wasn’t wasting the opportunity, he was positioning for a killing thrust, to stab you through throat and chin and to impale your brain from below. The last thing he expected—or so you assume by his dumbfounded and outraged expression—was for you to clasp his own Kinslayer blade, and to use it to deflect the blow at the last minute.“No,” he gasps.“Yessss,” you reply in his own tongue, grinning your wide and predatory false-smile.He takes a step back, adjusts his stance, and thrusts again, perhaps in denial. You sidestep it as if this were merely another elven ballroom dance, twirl the Green Knight’s stolen succubus-sword with a flourish, and retaliate with a strike of your own…
>>5580907>18 Holy shit. We actually just put this dude down in Henzler's basement, solo.
>>5580910combat specs OP
>>5580913>>5580910>>5580907Which lands true—and to brutal effect. The Green Knight cries out in agony and—yes, deliciously—fear. He stumbles back clutching at a bloody stump. His sword-arm, still clutching his blade in its death-grip, lies on the ground beneath the two of you. His sword, dropped to grip at the wound, clatters uselessly upon the blood-drenches stone.“It is over,” you state, as a matter of fact. “You have taken my mother’s tools and sought to turn them against me, and against the Master Race but it was for naught. I am the Prophet of the Dark Gods Beyond and Below… Their instrument on this earth. You… You are just a man.”“Your mother?” he asks, through the pain. “What… What are you…”He goes silent, staring wide-eyed, with new understanding. That understanding then blossoms into vitriol such as to even make mockery of that earlier, iron-hard hatred he displayed for you and your kind.“HER!”You take a step forward. The green Knight stares up at you, from where he lays, now truly helpless. You raise the Kinslayer—Irinnile’s blade still glowing blood-red, even as it seems to rapidly absorb the shed blood of your enemy into itself.“Any last words?” you ask him, impulsively and with no small smugness. “I know you are the last of your line, but perhaps I might one day make slaves of your friends or loved ones. Perhaps I can share your words with them?”“None,” he snarls, and then his voice cracks slightly as he fully comprehends that Death is at hand. “Your mother killed all love in me when she killed my mother and my father, and made me the Green Knight of the House of Yosef.”You…>Mock the memory of this now-extinguished bloodline—he can join the rest of the Yosefs in oblivion!>Thank him for an honourable duel, and for keeping your birthright safe, and end him>Bring the blade down, to finally end this clash of swords and of wills—no more words need pass>Bonk him on the head with the butt of your new demon-blade, and take him prisoner—The Priesthood will have questions for him, and he may make a worthy ritual sacrifice later>Ask him what happened to his family, and how your mother died—this may be your best chance to hear of her last moments alive>Write-in
>>5580907And to think, half of you wanted to flee. Ye of little faith.Will we capture him or is he dead?
>>5580923>"It is a shame, then, that you were the best your bloodline had to offer.">Thank him for an honourable duel, and for keeping your birthright safe, and end him
>>5580923>Ask him what happened to his family, and how your mother died—this may be your best chance to hear of her last moments alive>Mock the memory of this now-extinguished bloodline>Bonk him on the head with the butt of your new demon-blade, and take him prisoner—The Priesthood will have questions for him, and he may make a worthy ritual sacrifice laterWell, that was exciting. I want to see Henzler’s face from this, and smirk.
>>5580937I worry about capturing him; we have shit to do here and this is an extremely determined enemy.
>>5580923>Ask him what happened to his family, and how your mother died—this may be your best chance to hear of her last moments aliveI need to knowhis mom and dad were extra kills right? he should have been not so closely related to anyone we merced in infiltrator questmom went down swinging
>>5580923>>Bring the blade down, to finally end this clash of swords and of wills—no more words need passEnd the bloodline. No monologuing, no chances.
>>5580923>Bonk him on the head with the butt of your new demon-blade, and take him prisoner—The Priesthood will have questions for him, and he may make a worthy ritual sacrifice laterProud last of his bloodline who didn't try to remedy being the last of his bloodline should be offered to snek and horni gods.Albeit getting him out of the city might be complicated, perhaps we can lean on Henzler being freeish now and helping us as payback to the green knight
>>5580923>>Thank him for an honourable duel, and for keeping your birthright safe, and end him
>>5580939I get that- at the same time, we do have a way to gain compliance from him unwillingly. We simply need to feed Iri.
[I'm having a friend over this weekend, so I probably won't post tonight, and I may or may jot on Sunday. At least we got to the end of the fight! It was more of a curbstomp than expected when I statted the Green Knight, but so goes the dice. I hope you all had fun (or, at least, most of you except that one anon who very much didn't). See you soon!]
>>5581446Hope you have fun RQM! I was definitely surprised as well, but man, what an introduction! From GK’s perspective, what a fucking first impression as a major antagonist! Shame we beat him in the first meeting, but I’m hoping anons decide to keep him around a bit longer, if only to give him more screentime.
>>5581446Very fun, our critfail had me crying, pissing my pants, and even shitting and cumming.
>>5581157>Henzler freeishhaha more like Henzler still enslaved to Iri who's rolling with us now
>>5581663>>5581652[I'm glad folks enjoyed the scene, at least! And thanks for the well-wishing. I had a good time!]>>5582377>>5581190>>5581157>>5581025>>5580951>>5580937>>5580930[Vote's locked, and I'll write as soon as my friend heads home today. Then, we're back to our regular schedule!]
>>5583646As attractive a prospect as the Green Knight might make for ritual sacrifice to the Dark Gods—and a trophy for the Serpent Priesthood’s most traditional holdouts, solidifying your position—you can’t risk it. Through clever strategy, prophetic providence, and sheer luck, you scraped by with only a bloodied lip, a missing tooth, and a few light cuts and scrapes, but for al his failure this Yosef is a serious threat. You felt the impact of his blows, the sheer speed of the wind whistling by your face and throat with each swing you dodged. Even without ‘Kinslayer’, he is a fierce combatant—you suspect he is an even more skillful sword-wielder than your Duelist companion, Azonia of Wevenore. Besides that, he has political clout and symbolic value, and knowledge eh should not. Any chance you leave open for his escape and vengeance is a foolish error on your part. After all, you spared Hapo the Necromancer, and look at how THAT turned out!Still… That doesn’t mean you’re willing to just kill him without asking any questions first.You press the blade of the succubus-formed sword to the fallen human champion’s throat.“I have questions,” you declare. “You will answer them.”“Never, creature!”The Green Knight spits at your feet, and glares at you through bleary eyes. He is still defiant. And why shouldn’t he be, you suppose? He will pass out from shock and blood-loss soon. Even if you weren’t planning to execute him, he would likely die soon thereafter. He is principled in his hatred of your kind. He has every reason to avoid providing you actionable intelligence in these final moments.“You misunderstand my intentions,” you thus clarify. “I just wish to know how you were set on this path. What happened to your family.”The Green Knight blinks slowly, looking as if he is confused by your words—or perhaps thinks he has misheard you, delusional from his wounds and worsening condition.“What?” he balks. “Why should you care about that?”“Your family’s fate was also mine,” you answer. “I want to know what became of my mother.”This last of the Yosefs stares at you for a time, then looks away.
>>5583737“Your mother… Yes. I remember her. I remember that night…”The Green Knight forces himself to sit up, quiet a moment longer, and then the flodogates open and the words spill forth. he knows this is to be his last testament.“My father was the Green Knight before me, who bore this armour and the legacy of the Yosef bloodline’s heroic sons—those who fought in wars, and slew dragons, rather than merely facilitating and supporting those who did. He had grown old, though , and suffered injuries in the field. He was ready to settle down when he met my mother, in the most southeastern province of the allied realms of Paladin King Archos. She was younger than him by decades, but he cared for her and she respected and adored him, and they were both the best parents which I could have asked for…”He looks up at you for a moment, and you think you see the moistness of tears around his eyes.“Then your mother arrived. One night, when the desert step was chilly with winter-wind from the north. She turned up on our doorstep. Father was a man who believed in charity, but within reasonable limits… Or maybe he knew there was something WRONG about her, even then. He was prepared to offer her a blanket, and some food, and a place to stay in the stables. But I… I was young, and foolish, and…”He gulps, and the vulnerability and sadness in his eyes hardens into a bitterness, a loathing for your mother and for himself.“I encouraged mother and father to let her in, to let her stay with us in the house. A beautiful stranger like that, appearing on that night… The night of my birthday… She was probably twice my age to look at her even then, given how young I was, but I’d somehow convinced myself that This woman was there for me. I was smitten.”More likely, the succubus now trapped in his sword played a role in twisting the young Yosef’s mind to such sentiment, you suspect… But you keep silent, your thoughts unspoken as he continues.
>>5583739“For her part, she was obviously more interested in Father… Not for the reasons I started to enviously suspect, but because of her true purpose there. She began to try to wheedle a wedge between my parents, to… Insert herself into the relationship, while she plied Father for information on our family… To make certain there were no more of us, of course, and to catch my father off-guard. To little avail—Father was a devoted husband, and a private man with outsiders.”The Green Knight falls silent again, and for a moment you think he’s fallen unconscious at last… But then he continues.“Mother came to an accident. I still don’t know what sort, though I’m sure it was no accident—your mother murdered her, and hid the body, stealing even the closure of death from Father, and from me. For me, your mother became… A lifeline, someone to cling to as Father grew distant. I told her everything she might want to know… And, eager to impress her, I took her to see the familial armour and sword, most holy relics of our branch of the family which Father had astutely hidden away until I was ready to take them up, so they wouldn’t be coveted and stolen by others.He is trembling now, from the cold of his shock or the freshness of this traumatic memory.“The next day, returning from the market, I found them. Your mother, atop y father, in the bed he’d shared with MY mother. At first I felt betrayed, believing that… That my father, in his weakness and loneliness, had stolen ‘my’ beloved away. Only when I saw the look in his eyes, the foam at the edge of his mouth, and… The blood…”He looks down, clenching his hands into fists.“And the family sword… broken, on the ground, snapped by some dark power—despite its enchantments. That’s when it all clicked. Your mother had what she needed, and was finishing her job—destroying our bloodline, and our history and legacy.”“How did she die?” you ask, simply taking in the tale.“I took up the broken blade,” The Green Knight confesses, “and ran them both through. Whatever your mother began to transform into… It was no match for the last of the magic in that sword. She couldn’t free herself, was too weak to strike back. The Dragonslayer was made to kill your foul breed, after all.”
>>5583740You stare, feeling a cold pit in your stomach.“The demon that emerged in her death was weakened, too. The sword’s magic, or the death of your mother, must have left it desperate. It pled for life with me, promising anything I could want in exchange. But I only wanted one thing…”His gaze floats up, to his ‘Kinslayer’ sword, bound form the demon Irinnile, clutched in your talons… the form she took, you now understand, in response to his will. He and the demon had made a pact: he spared the succubus, and she became a bane-weapon designed to seek and destroy the Reptilian Master Race.“I took up the armour—your mother hadn’t yet destroyed it—and the sword made in mockery of ours by that devil-witch. I made her my slave. She taught me of your language, your conspiracies and heresies, your methods and abilities. I rooted out your scaly bastards wherever I found you, exposed you to the scouring light of day…”He meets your eyes then, and speaks with a dread certainty in his cracking voice:“This isn’t over yet. I have done damage, monster. The world—Hawksong, the Paladins—they know about you. My death will not be ruled an accident, body or no, and everyone will KNOW what killed me. I have made sure of that.”“Maybe” you shrug. “But the status quo that the demon taught you of… It I not long for this world. The Age of Conspiracy is nearing its end. A Dark Crusade is coming. If the world above knows that the Green Knight finally fell to the sons of the dragons of old… Then they will know this event as the beginning of the New Age of Darkness, when those dragons returned, reborn!”You lift Kinslayer high, and the Green Knight takes a deep breath. You recognize his posture: he is willing himself to face death with honour and dignity. You suppose you can grant him that, since he was so forthcoming.“You may join your mother and father now, and all your doomed kin. Your age is over.”You bring the blade down, hard, in a decapitating stroke…But it stops before drawing blood.
>>5583741You push against the countervailing force which resists your swing… But it is to no avail. You push against the grip of the sword with both hands, outing your weight into it… But the sword, the demon within it, fight you. Betrayal!“Irinnile,” you take up the succubus’ True Name--known to you, after all, and wielding power over the demon. “Obey me, and kill this man!”“No can do, big boy,” you hear her voice in your inner ear, reverberating through the sword so only you may hear her apologetic half-explanation. “It’s part of our deal, see? Don’t get my wrong, he’s a real wet blanket and no fuckin’ fun AT ALL, but he's… You know...”The Green Knight smiles a bitter smile, taking spiteful pleasure in your obvious confusion and inconvenience.“The demon’s pact,” he explains, lying back. “It can’t kill me, or allow anyone to strike a fatal blow against me. You might have overpowered it for a moment with whatever magic you have at your disposal… Or its name, by the way you spoke that word ‘Irinnile’. It’s not enough, not in the face of the pact -magic which defines the denizens of the Seven Hells. A succubus is a demon of desire, shaped by its summoner or master... or whomever it forms a pact with. It is bound to me, until the pact is broken. It can't even leave my sight without my permission."You glare at the sword, and the shade dwelling within it. It slips from your grasp, hovering once more between you and its master, glowing red and ready to defend him to the death. Demons… Your mother obviously placed great trust in this one, and perhaps even had a measure of love for it, but you have never trusted the pact-making spirits of lesser darkness, putting your faith instead in your own Dragon Soul and in the Dark Gods Below and Beyond. This is exactly why: they are unreliable and unpredictable creatures, with their own agenda, and easily bound to others and turned against you.
>>5583744“I don’t expect this to save me,” the Green Knight admits, watching the showdown between you and the demon-sword Kinslayer with as much focus as his flagging consciousness can muster. “But perhaps it will deny you a bit of satisfaction… Even wound you, just a little more, delay you just long enough for someone to find you here and do what I could not.”“You are delusional with blood-loss,” you mock him.“Maybe,” he laughs mirthlessly, leaning against the elbow of his uninjured arm.What will you do?>Duel the demon-sword Kinslayer, form of your late mother’s demon-lover Irinnile>Attempt to bypass Irinnile and to kill the Green Knight with your other sword—or by other means—so as to end their pact and free the demon>Summon your shoggoth-sword from its half-slumber as your armour—it is time to feed it another demon>Fuck this—he’s as good as dead anyway, so you’ll just leave before reinforcements arrive, and tell Irinnile to meet you elsewhere when her master is no more>Write-in
>>5583746>Wall of stone the knight into the ground to make sure he can’t escape >Duel the demon-sword Kinslayer, form of your late mother’s demon-lover IrinnileWe don’t back down from a challenge
>>5583746>Bonk him on the head and take him prisonerHe may die of blood loss anyway, but I ain’t leaving our Aunty behind. However, I would be willing to Radiant Aura and Firebreath him in order to free Iri.
>>5583746>It can't even leave my sight without my permissionDoes that me I just have to take your eyes to keep her?>Take his eyes, non-fatallyNow I’m just curious.>>5583799It ain’t a challenge if it doesn’t want to fight.
>5583746>Write-in>Summon fourth big red's spirit and ask him if he knows anything of necromancy or demonology that might work around this pact.
>>5583746>Bonk him on the head and take him prisonerWe can dispose of him later and unbind Irinnile.
>>5583799All this will do is lose us a magic sword.
>>5584131>>5584121>>5584022>>5583923>>5583805>>5583802>>5583799[Locking vote and writing]
>>5584158You stared at the hovering hell-blade, The ‘Kinslayer’ created of the succubus Irinnile. You reflected again upon the inscription of the blade. Was it because it was designed to kill ‘kin’ of your mother, the demon’s former master? Or was it a reflection of her new master’s family tragedy: trusting your mother, allowing her into their family home, and thus inadvertently enabling the cascade of events which led to him to kill his own father in pursuit of avenging them? Either way, this demon… She IS kin, after a fashion, isn’t she? You aren’t fond of the shadow-spirits of the Hellish Realms, but your mother loved this thing, and she helped shape you. Maybe ‘aunt’ isn’t’ the right word for what the demon is to you, and maybe you are ultimately strangers, but you don’t want to destroy her…(And anyway, if you’re being honest, Kinslayer is a REALLY cool sword, and you want it. Dragons ARE known for their greed.)“I will not play your game, human,” you tell the Green Knight, who laughs wheezingly in reply.“You have no choice!”“I could pluck out your eyes, yes?” you ask, tilting your head. “I could leave you alive until I’m done… Then carry them with me, that she might never leave your sight.”“What a weak bit of legalism,” the Green Knight scoffs. “You can’t be serious. I am from a family of noblemen and merchants, monster. You think I draw up a demonic pact so shoddy that you can void it by—AAH!"The bloodied Yosef never manages to finish his critique. His eyes remain in his head (for now), but your actual goal was to get his attention on you long enough to <Dazzle> him. Before he can issue an order to turn Irinnile’s sword-form against you once more, you utilize what has thus far worked against the Green Knight: <Wall of Stone>. You lack the accuracy necessary to construct any sort stockade or entrapping device from the rockwork, but you can pin him in place. Once he is entrapped once more—and the impact has stunned him—you advance.Irinnile moves to stop you.“Relax,” you instruct her. “I am not killing him. He is to be my captive.”You take another step, but still the sword moves to stop you. You sigh, and reach out with a hand. After only a moment’s hesitation, the Kinslayer’s hilt slips into your grip one more, so you may commune with the animating spirit of the weapon.
>>5584183“I mean, I WANNA’ believe you, but, like, I also know you just tried to give him the old head-from-shoulders treatment, ya’ know?”You nod in understanding and frustration. The demon’s pact is one of protection from lethal harm, and probably obedience. You relaxed it somewhat by sheer force of will, and the use of the demon’s true-name and your connection to her, but Irinnile is still Yosef’s creature. You consider fully awakening the consciousness of your ancestor, the Red Dragon King, and petitioning him for aid. He was a knowledgeable mage in his own right, as well as being a great and terrible demigod-king… But then, might he not attempt to take control of your body once more, or to break free of you, as he has done twice before? He is a proud and wilful creature, just as you are, and all True Dragons must be. No king takes well to being made a servant, or a passive resource.There is one thing you could do to put Irinnile at ease, though… But it would bind you more completely than you might like. You could issue an oath to Irinnile to not kill the Green Knight—a promise given not merely as a Dragonborn, but as a Knight Ascendant of the Dark God of Pride and Glory, a great cosmic serpent whose strength and certainty is such that he and his champions never need stoop to lies or broken promises, for (legend tells) they never feel obligated to make promises out of desperation, and they never surrender from the challenge of keeping their word.‘Altruistic promises are for the foolish. False promises are for the weak. The oath of Serpent Ascendant and his knights is unbreakable, unshakeable, unyielding, unending, and undefeatable.’ So the saying goes. Even if you broke the ties which bind the succubus to the knight, YOU would still be bound by your word.Will you offer Irinnile your oath?>Yes[Recruit Irinnile without further fight or delay, cannot kill Green Knight Yosef without breaking your code]>No[Propose an alternate course of action, be it a duel, another strategy, or abandoning the field for now]
>>5584184Once you leave this place, there is also the matter of where exactly you will go. The Green Knight implied reinforcements might be on the way… But they aren’t here yet. Why not? Was he bluffing—confident enough that he could kill you and the Infiltrators on his own, perhaps, and thus having never sent word of what he was here to do? Before you leave you will again don your Amulet of Disguise again either way, but what is your next course of action—returning to Roth’s? Then again… You have liberated Archmage Henzler from blackmail and demoniac coercion (or, more accurately, are well on your way to mastering the Hellish entity which will allow YOU to blackmail and coerce the Archmage). She’s also still one of the most expedient routes to the Princess, if that still be your goal and if (BIG if) you feel she can be trusted until you can dominate her will more directly. She could also seize the first opportunity to betray and expose you… And that could also mean Roth’s home is compromised, too. What is your next move?>Return to the surface in disguise, and regroup at Roth’s home>Disguise yourself and disappear into the crowds, and find somewhere to hide and plan your next move>Return to Henzler, and demand that she help you hide and plan your next step>Abandon Hawksong—this mission has gotten too complicated and hazardous, beyond the scope of a simple seduction or kidnapping… And you have already achieved major successes in your time here, anyway>Write-in
[Oh, and a reminder: see attached for Knight Ascendant's Code]
>>5584184>Promise to consult with the Beholder about breaking the GK’s pact without harming Iri to recruit her>>5584185>Return to the surface in disguise, and regroup at Roth’s home>Disguise yourself and disappear into the crowds, and find somewhere to hide and plan your next move>Feed Iri some souls
>>5584184Actually>Promise to not kill the GK so long as the Iri’s deal standsWe can torture him into revoking the deal later.
>>5584265>>5584269Solid plan, support
>>5584269>Return to the surface in disguise, and regroup at Roth’s homeEchoing >>5584269 this for the first part.
>>5584185>Hold onto Iri REALLY TIGHT, and flamebreath him to charcoal.>Return to Henzler, and demand that she help you hide and plan your next step
>>5584892>>5584752>>5584274>>5584269>>5584265[Locked and writing!]
>>5585053You tighten your grip on the sword. Could you reliably restrain it long enough to stomp upon the pinned knight’s neck and break it beneath your boot? Maybe… But maybe not. And you REALLY don’t want to fight Irinnile. Aside from the desire to possess the demon-blade, Kinslayer’s radiant red aura is hot I n a burning fashion which fire USED to be, when you were younger. The succubus HAS been forged into a bane-weapon, after all, and that makes for a deadly threat indeed.Luckily, you’re no stranger to diplomacy, then!“Very well,” you acquiesce. “I promise you this, as a Knight Ascendant, bound by the code of—”“A what now?” the succubus interrupts.“—an honour-bound antipaladin of a Dark God who doesn’t let his finest warriors break promises or oaths.”“Oh!” Irinnile giggles. “Go on, go on! I like the specifying, by the way. Very dramatic! Gets me all tingly down in my—”“I promise,” you continue, doing the interrupting this time, “not to kill the Green Knight so long as your pact with him remains intact.”You sense… Hesitation from Irinnile.“Uh, that’s the, like, wording you wanna’ stick with?” she asks after a moment.“Yes,” you say, though you are suddenly a little less confident in it. “Why?”“Uh, well… Naw, you know what, it’s fiiiine, babycakes. Just fine. And it means I don’t gotta’ spitroast you in the not-so-fun kinda’ way, so it’s BETTER than fine!”“…Right then,” you say, swallowing your concern. “Then come with me, demon. We are leaving.”Kinslayer takes the liberty of sheathing itself (herself?) in its sheathe upon the fallen Green Knight’s belt, while you kick out the somewhat-brittle stone of your wall enough to extract the unconscious human and sling him over your shoulder.“Leaving so soon?” questions a voice from behind you.You glance back, but you already know who it is: the Tower Archmage, the one called Henzler, watching you from down the hall.“Do you mean to ssstop me?” you ask, in her surfacer speech.“…No,” she admits. “But I had thought you wanted me to make ‘introductions’ to Princess Ekaterine?”“You’ve proven lessss trusstworthy than I might have hoped, and I have more immediate mattersss to attend to,” you point out, shifting the burden of the knight whom she called to ambush you. “Your blackmail issssue is handled, by the way. You’re welcome.”The Archmage sniffs and waves a sleeve, as if to dismiss the matter.“Where will you go?” she asks.You rummage in your pocket long enough to extract one of your two transformative amulets, and verify that it is the one which affords you human guise. You return it to its place around your neck, and the Novice’s magic reshapes your outermost layers, while the shoggoth-formed cuirass remoulds to accommodate you.“None of your bussinessss,” you hiss. “Now return my pantsss.”
>>5585111Thus attired, you take your leave. True to her word—THIS time—the Archmage calls no Tower Guardians to impede you. Still, you can hardly stride through the city in open daylight with a celebrated adventurer in tow. While your ultimate destination is Roth’s base here, you must find somewhere inconspicuous to wait until nightfall. You consider a casting of <Guidance>… But then, it occurs to you that you have ANOTEHR covert operative besides your biological father whom you can ask about the navigation of this place.“Irinnile,” you call out to the demoness again, touching your hand to her sword-form’s hilt.“Yeah, handsome? Nice skin-suit, by the way? Taken it for a proper ‘test-drive’ yet, or…?”You sigh. You have a high libido for one of the Master Race, but this demon is altogether something else.“Are you ALWAYS like this?” you ask.“Your mom loved it,” the succubus complains, so that you can almost visualize the offended pout.“Did she?” you ask pointedly.There is an embarrassed pause.“Well, I mean… Like, mostly. Sometimes. Yeah!”“Where can we hide until nightfall?” you ask, unwilling to entertain this conversation any longer.“Ooo! I know, I know! Follow me!” she pauses. “Oh, and, uh, stop Heinrich bleeding out, huh? That’s the vengeful putz you’re wearing as arm-candy. Otherwise, you’re, like… Kinda’ killing him, ya’ know? Negligent homicide’s a thing!”You are a little annoyed at that, and you start to speculate upon the rest of the other such easy loopholes to ending the Green Knight and his pact with Irinnile might not be as viable as you had thought when making your knightly oath. A bit of rudimentary fleshweaving staunches the flow of blood from his stump, which is all you can do; Irinnile concedes that this is good enough.“Alright!” she cheerfully chirps. “Hot Aunt Iri will be your lovely guide to the city a’ Hawksong! Try ta’ focus on the sights in spite a’ my fine ass being so, like, stare-at-able.”“You are a sword,” you point out.
>>5585112Thankfully, the rather clownish Hell-creature does not unsheathe her blade and guide you as a floating sword—the only thing MORE conspicuous than your current status as a foreign ‘human’ toting around an unconscious and partly de-limbed knight. Instead, she lightly tugs at her sheath, and thus applies gentle pressure by which to guide you to your hide-out. It is a winding course she leads you on, through side-roads and backstreets… But you can’t fault her, since it keeps you away from otherwise-unavoidable humanoid traffic.“Ta~daaaa!” the demon-sword eventually sings across the mental connection.You survey her chosen destination. It’s hardly the most impressive construction of this civilization, but then you suppose that suits you just fine. It is big, spacious, more than a little decrepit, and has a faint and temporally-distant aura of dark magic about it when you survey it with your mystic senses.“Some sort of storage facility?” you speculate aloud.“Was one a’ those, and a place for storing an’ slaughtering animals an’ all that shit… Your mom and me hid out here a few times, back in the day!”It will do. You enter through a half-rotted door which threatens to break off its hinges as you open and close the portal. Once inside, you set down the Green Knight.While you wait, you…>Question Irinnile about the Green Knight—this ‘Heinrich Yosef—and the exact nature of her pact with him>Eat some rations—and maybe ask Irinnile about her dietary needs as well, you suppose? Ugh, and maybe feed the Green Knight something, to keep him alive, if starvation would count as murder-by-other-means…>Ask Irinnile about your mother—she seems to have known her better than most, to say the least>Awaken the spirit of the ancient Red Dragon King of Bloodrise—it’s risky, but you need his counsel>Pray to the Dark Gods for guidance—though they’ll not give it freely, either, and you are already indebted to the Baleful Beholder>Just rest and recuperate—it would do you some good after that stressful encounter, and you have nothing to speak with anyone about>Write-in
>>5585114>Question Irinnile about the Green Knight—this ‘Heinrich Yosef—and the exact nature of her pact with him>Ask Irinnile about your mother—she seems to have known her better than most, to say the least>Utilize <Guidance> and take a brief look around to see if you can glean the trail of any pursuers, to ensure you weren't followed
>>5585114>Question Irinnile about the Green Knight—this ‘Heinrich Yosef—and the exact nature of her pact with him>Eat some rations—and maybe ask Irinnile about her dietary needs as well, you suppose? don't feed GK, it's been like a couple hours, he won't starve for at least a couple weeks.
>>5585114>>Ask Irinnile about your mother—she seems to have known her better than most, to say the least>Awaken the spirit of the ancient Red Dragon King of Bloodrise—it’s risky, but you need his counsel>Utilize <Guidance> and take a brief look around to see if you can glean the trail of any pursuers, to ensure you weren't followed
>>5585114>Question Irinnile about the Green Knight—this ‘Heinrich Yosef—and the exact nature of her pact with him>Eat some rations—and maybe ask Irinnile about her dietary needs as well, you suppose? We’ll feed the Green Knight after he’s properly imprisoned.>Ask Irinnile about your mother—she seems to have known her better than most, to say the leastYou do know Iri, that we could simply destroy you instead as a workaround. You’re lucky that we’re creative- we can simply drug him up to his balls. Hell, didn’t Izzy make that hallucinogenic drug? Bingo’s your nameo!Frankly, I wouldn’t be surprised if Izzy made even more variants before she left.
>>5585227>>5585214>>5585179>>5585174>>5585119[One more post before bed, as recompense for missing a couple days!]Not really recompense, I just have some spare time
>>5585329You help yourself to some rations—you need the energy, after that exertion. You cast only the briefest glance at the knight and his possessed weapon, considering whether to feed the man. It’s only been a few hours, but he lost a great deal of blood… But no. He will likely live, with the vivacity he demonstrated in combat. And if he doesn’t… Well, if Irinnile deems it vital that you feed him to keep you oath, she’ll mention it. You’re not going out of your way to prolong the life of this racial enemy, let alone their pesky pact.And speaking of the pact…“Irinnile,” you speak aloud, taking up the blade once more. “Are you… Awake?”“Babycakes, demons don’t sleep. I can be up aaaall night long~”“Hm,” you reply. “Anyway… Tell me about your pact with this ‘Heinrich Yosef.’”She groans in irritation at your refusal to rise to her bait, but quickly recovers.“Well, uh, what’s there ta’ tell? You heard it all. Me and Mama Snek went down ta’ the boonies to go marry-fuck-kill his family—not necessarily in that order, and we were doing more homewrecking than marrying if I’m being honest. We got caught, your mom got GOT, and…”“You made a deal with her killer,” you finish.“Look,” Irinnile retorts, “A girl’s gotta’ do what a girl’s gotta’ do! She was done for, and -I- sure didn’t wanna’ be right behind her, ya’ know?!”You nod slowly. As you understand it… Demons can’t die. Did she fear the pain? Some sort of… Consequence for a temporary slaying Something waiting for her back home in her Hell-realm?“You were a useful tool in my mother’s arsenal,” you recognize, not willing to say much more on the subject. “I see why the Green Knight made the deal that he did. And I am sure you had your reasons to make it, also—”“I did!”“—but how do we break it, and free you?”Irinnile the Succubus clams up immediately, and you feel the sword shudder.“Look,” she says, “I can’t get into it, alright?”“Why not?” you ask, annoyed.“Because then you’ll kill Heinrich!”You blink, startled and confused by the reply.“You… Do not want me to kill Heinrich Yosef?”“I CAN’T give you info that I KNOW will lead to his death, ya’ KNOW?” she groans. “You made a deal, right? ‘The green Knight of House Yosef shall not perish from this world so long as your pact doth remain, upon mine honour as a Rising Knight of the Dark and Supreme Special Snake Guy’ or whatever.”“That’s not what I sound like,” you hiss.“Baby,” the succubus replies, “I literally just mimicked your voice across our psychic communication channel. That’s your voice, big boy.”
>>5585345You bristle a little, but then ask: “Why did you not WARN me that your protection of him was so… Liberal?”“‘Cause that woulda’ got him fuckin’ KILLED, handsome! What’d I just SAY, huh? Come OOON, baby.”You remember why you don’t like dealing with demons. This is such a hassle! Then again, you thought these sorts of spirits were always looking for loopholes to escape their pacts and masters… Shouldn’t she be helping you look for loopholes? Is the Green Knight’s original pact that strongly worded—a pact made by a young man in a moment of grief and rage, with the ironclad phrasing of an expert occult contract? You survey the still-unconscious Green Knight while you tie him up with some rope from your pact, but for all his ferocious hatred and determination, you still can’t see that level of strategy in the warrior you fought earlier—an ape-man from the decadent and ineffectual human upper strata, who came for you all alone, without back-up.“Tell me more about this Green Knight,” you command Irinnile, adding: “I know, nothing I can use to break the pact or kill him. Just… What is he like?”“You thinking of askin’ him out?” Irinnile titters. “Hot.”You wait out the devilish laughing fit of the sex-obsessed entity, and eventually she sighs and relates what little she is willing, or able, to provide:“Uh. Well. Like…” she pauses. “So Heinrich is a real stick in the mud. Nothin’ like my—like your mom, ya’ know? Last twenty-or-whatever years, I swear the only hard-ons he gets are for loppin’ up lizards… Like, sorry, no offence. I mean, there’ve been a couple girls… A few friends… Never lets me play with none of ‘em, though. Only likes to bring me out when he’s on a mission. I swear I’d have STAAAARVED if ‘bloodlust’ didn’t, like, count as ‘lust’ in a pinch, ya’ know?”
Rolled 9, 8, 12 = 29 (3d20)>>5585346“So he does NOTHING but hunt and destroy my kind?” you ask.“Well, not NOTHIN’. A man’s gotta’ eat and, like, pay bills or whatever. Polish armour. I dunno’, I’m not a business kinda’ babe! He hunts monsters, plumbs dungeons, does some light wetwork—mercenary -type, not pay-to-play, UNFORTUNATELY.”“Is that… All?” you press.“Uhh… He likes listening to eastern music and watching the sun set, he doesn’t drink much, he tips his serving girls but ONLY the minimum appropriate amount, his favourite food’s applewood-smoked-sausage with fancy cheese but he likes cheap beer, he prefers his girls blonde and I THINK he’s got a a thing for blonde guys on the side but he don’t ever do nothin’ about it EVEN WHEN I ASK REAL NICE, and he’s about seven inches hard.”You stare at the sword for a moment. It looks so damned impressive… How can the creature inside be so VAPID?“Hey,” Irinnile says, communicating a mental shrug, “YOU asked.”You decide to take a break from this line of questioning, and instead to meditate. You release your grip on the sword, of course—you strongly suspect meditating with that nattering demon in your head would be all-but-impossible. At first, your meditation is simply to calm yourself and to recuperate mental fortitude, but an idea enters your mind as you clear it of the day’s revelations and rumbles:What if you were followed?It seems unlikely, but it wouldn’t hurt to check, would it? Best to be safe, rather than later sorry… And so, hopeful that you might glean the trail of any pursuers, you cast <Guidance>.
>>5585347>12It’s no good—your mind is too addled from the day’s events to be properly paranoid—at least, in any way that reassures or forewarns you properly, via divination rather than mere intuition. You give up after an hour, more frustrated than before you began your meditation. At least nobody came to accost you as you meditated. That is surely a good sign, right? Better yet, the Green Knight is still unconscious—maybe he’ll die soon, after all!For lack of anything else to do, or anyone else to talk to, you take up Kinslayer once more.“Miss me already?” the demon within teases.“Hardly,” you reply. “Tell me about my mother.”“Ooo, mommy’s boy, huh?” she coos, laughing to herself.“I assume that is an incestuous innuendo,” you infer. “Are you done?”The succubus’ voice is sulky n its intonation when she finally replies, saying: “You know, you and Heinrich were fuckin’ made for each other. You get your dad’s sex drive, kid, or what?”You wait.“What do you wanna’ know?” she sighs.“What… Was my mother like?”Irinnile is quiet for a moment, and when she sighs again, it has a different sound to it—wistful, perhaps even sad, rather than annoyed.“She was the best, baby. The BEST. I loved that fuckin’ snake-bitch like… Like, more than sex, maybe. Swear to all the shitty gods of whatever pantheon you want! Swear on my juiciest fuckin’ stolen soul!”That… Is presumably high praise. And love, well, THAT is a subject you can speak upon.“Why?” you ask, genuinely curious.“She was fun,” Irinnile tells you. “Like, fun in all the best ways. She was a bit like you: no-nonsense, no jokes, squeezable ass, all that. But she LOVED bein’ topside from her shitty little hole-in-the-ground—uh, again, no offence. Loved Hawksong. Loved her food, and fashion, and fuckin’ OF COURSE, and fightin’ and KILLING—ooo, that got her all hot ‘n bothered! And she loved, like… Other stuff, too, ya’ know?”“Such as?” you ask, admittedly a little nonplussed at this description of your noble creator so far.“Learning,” she says. “Dancing—the lady LOVED to dance. She liked bein’ the BEST at stuff… Whatever she did. Learning spells, learning about ME and my kind—ya’ know, demon shit—and learning about people, and the world. She loved her job, too, and she was so… Dedicated. To everyone she cared about. She… Well, she was a ruthless killer-queen kinda’ chick, but she had this ooey gooey SOFT spot inside, and she kept so much of herself in there… And there was always like, this cozy warm spot in there for the people she loved, like me… Like you, too, even if she never, like, met you.”You remember with a shiver the spectre of your mother, glimpsed in a vision over a year ago—and the words she spoke: “I love you.” The first time you’d ever heard those words.
>>5585360“I swear,” Irinnile whispers, “what I wouldn’t give to curl up in that little warm spot again, one more time… To feel all that love, and feel so safe knowin’ she was all sharp an’ pointy around that, ready to keep us safe, all a' us that your mama loved. And she always did, no matter what. She'd never hurt us, never let us get hurt, even... Even if it meant she was the one hurtin' inside. I just wish, like… I could’ve done the same for her.”“…Working for her killer must be an especially unpleasant circumstance,” you note.Irinnile says nothing to that. You sense a sudden hardening of her spirit, though—a deep discomfort, a withdrawal from your connection. It must be an incredibly difficult subject for her. Funny—you didn’t realize demons, lesser and ephemeral things that they are—could feel so DEEPLY. Even with her psychic retreat, you can feel a pain on par with any heartache you have ever felt—even your own loss of a dearly-departed lover.Do you have anything else to speak with Irinnile about?>Commiserate about lost loves—tell her of Davora the Herbalist>Try to lift her spirits—tell her of your great love, the Novice Fleshweaver>Ask her about Henzler—maybe she knows more of the Archmage which could be useful?>Tell her about your plan for the princess of Hawksong—a demon of lust can surely help you on a conjugal mission, yes?>Ask her about Roth—your father is still very much a stranger to you, but she implied she (to put it politely) knew him>Ask why she feared destruction when (as every Reptilian tutored in the dark arts at ALL knows) demons cannot die>Write-in>Nothing—she is annoying, you are tired, and it will soon be dark enough to regroup with Roth and Oluwadamilare
>>5585363>Try to lift her spirits—tell her of your great love, the Novice Fleshweaver>Tell her about your plan for the princess of Hawksong—a demon of lust can surely help you on a conjugal mission, yes?time to bring some fuck back to her diet>Ask why she feared destruction when (as every Reptilian tutored in the dark arts at ALL knows) demons cannot dieguessing she'd lose her memories/personality
>>5585405Supporting Not sure I can ever forgive her for abandoning mum in her moment of need though
>>5585363>Commiserate about lost loves—tell her of Davora the Herbalist>Any GK allies, friends, people he cares deeply about?>Ask her about Henzler—maybe she knows more of the Archmage which could be useful?>Tell her about your plan for the princess of Hawksong—a demon of lust can surely help you on a conjugal mission, yes?I’m sure that she’ll appreciate the mission focus- if only because it reminds her of Izzy.When appropriate>Ask why she feared destruction when (as every Reptilian tutored in the dark arts at ALL knows) demons cannot dieIt doesn’t have to be this conversation necessarily, or this thread, but I’d like to know at a suitable time later.
>>5585459How did she abandon mom? From what we heard from her and GK, mom was dead. Trying to keep living after mom died is a betrayal? Should she have joined mom in death?
>>5585684>>5585589>>5585462>>5585459>>5585405[Got sent home sick from word hopefully not with the Covid AGAIN, and I'm doing some writing. Locked!]
>>5585755You consider what to say for a while before you finally speak. When you do, it is with maybe a bit roe empathy for this sorry being than you had previously.“I understand,” you say, and you mean it. “I… Lost someone like that, once.”It’s true. How can you begrudge this demon your mother’s death, or her continued existence ever since—whatever form that took, whomever she had to work for? You made much the same sacrifice, committed the same sort of compromise, with Davora the Herbalist. Irinnile has no loyalty to your race, obviously, but she is not OF your race. If she forsook the cause your mother fought for, it was only because the cause SHE fought for was the cause of your Mother. From her account, this succubus stayed by your mother’s side faithfully until she passed. What more can you ask?And so, you share the story of Davora’s passing: of how you captured her, how you and she fell for one another, how she aided you in the conquest of her own people… And how, in the end, she died for you.“I let her die,” you admit. “I… Did not really think she would, but I was not SURE. Her injuries didn’t SEEM so severe… But she was so weak. I suspected it was a possibility. I took the chance. I…”To your surprise, the sword-devil shushes you softly, a soothing sound. You feel spectral hands reach out from within the weapon, stroking your hair gently, and a soft warmth like a bosom suffuses your face.“I know, I know,” Irinnile coos gently, and you feel a burden lift. “You did what you thought was right, right?”“…Right.”“And her memory’s, like… Alive in you, right? She succeeded in her mission, and you’re doing what she would’ve wanted you to do or whatever?”“…I think so.”You brow furrows as you consider whether this is wholly true. At the very least, you think you understand Irinnile’s own reasons for making her pact, and for persisting as she does. Demons are immortal, unkillable creatures, but they are not known for the accumulated power and wisdom which other such timeless beings are—well, except for Demon Princes. Perhaps a slain or banished demon loses something… Some part of their memory, their consciousness, when it is beaten back to the Underworld. Does she fear the loss of your mother’s memory, which she so clings to?It may well be that ‘Aunty Irinnile’ is the only being alive on the material plane who truly knew the strange and misunderstood half-human Infiltrator who gave you life and purpose. Maybe that remembrance motivates her, and direct her, as Davora's death did for you? Who would either of you be today, if not for love and loss? You begin to feel a sense of kinship with this strange being.
>>5585787“Hey, you ain’t letting losing your shortstack turn you inta’ some, like, weird broody incel or nothin’, right?”You get the demon to explain this term, ‘incel’, and cringe a little when it is properly defined. You hesitate to answer.“Oh, baby, come on,” Irinnile admonishes you.“It’s not… I am not… There are other reasons for it!” you protest. “I have a female I love. It’s just…”You sigh and, choosing to put your trust in the devil your mother knew best, you tell Irinnile the Succubus of your coupling with the Mother of Dragons, your ‘spiritual pregnancy’ and related difficulties, and of the mission that brought you here.The demoness laughs, and quite loudly, to your deep embarrassment.“You kidding me, babycakes?” she asks. “You got knocked up by some ‘goddess’ and now you’re gonna’ fuck that energy-embryo inta’ the PRINCESS of AHWKSONG? THAT’S your strat?”“And why not?” you ask, a little defensively. “She is a worthy mate for a Dragon King!”“Ahahah, ah, you're a WHAT?!”She continues laughing, and you begin to feeling quite sorry you confided in this creature. Irinnile must sense your growing discomfort, though, because she forces herself to stop cackling and instead pulls you back into that place of warmth and comfort again.“And you REALLY won’t be happy, like, stuffing your jimmy and this weird god-baby in someone else’s coochie?” she asks.You piece together the slang, and shake your head.“Neither mother nor child would survive that, I am told. The vessel must be physically and spiritually worthy. The Goddess was clear.”Irinnile sighs at that, but you sense understanding—even fondness-in her voice as she speaks.“You really are your mother’s son, ya’ know that, baby?” she asks. “Alright, alright, I’ll help ya’.”You blink, and tilt your head sightly.“Well,” she points out, a bit braggadociously. “I AM a lust demon, ya’ know You wanna’ pick up chicks, you came to the right hot aunt! Loos like fucking is back on the menu!”You can’t help but feel a little gratified at this. Whatever her peculiarities, this Irinnile creature DOES have a deep history with you, and speaking with her feels… Almost natural, comfortable in a way you can’t quite place. You feel, somehow, that you can trust her.“First things first, though,” she says, “Let’s get Heinrich to your daddy’s den!”“Right,” you agree.
>>5585791The Green Knight stirs slightly, groaning and grumbling as you lift him up in your arms. The Kinslayer sheathes itself within the sheathe again, and he falls silent once more. You tap the demons-word’s hilt, and receive your explanation:“Keepin’ Ricky all sleepy, so he can recover and, like, not do anything stupid an’ get himself killed.”“Ah,” you say.“And you’re gonna’ make sure ta’ tell Pappy Roth and Tall Dark ‘n Handsome not ta’ kill him neither, riiiight?”“…If I must, to keep my oath,” you hiss.“It’s either that or I gotta’ stab ya’~!” the succubus happily half-sings.You sigh, and nod, and you ferry the fallen knight and his succubus-sword through the cool, dark knight to Roth’s smithy. You don’t expect them to take the instruction to care for their sworn enemy well—most especially your stubborn progenitor—but it is a matter for later. Once there, though, you find your plans further stymied: there is no father nor friend to argue WITH!“Where are they?!” you hiss to yourself, when no one comes to open the entrance for you.To your great annoyance, it seems all the doors have been locked—and quite well, at that—and every window to the place shuttered. You band upon the door, but no one answers. You squint your eyes, lose your nictitating membranes, and allow your sixth sense to take control of your sensibilities… But no, there is no sign of magical interference, no warning-wards or mage inquisitors lurking inside and waiting to spring.“Roth was always a real jumpy fucker,” Irinnile notes, when you see fit to consult her. “Maybe he, uh, bolted? You know… You fought Henzler, fought Heinrich, then you were just… Like, gone for hours, fuckin’ around inna’ warehouse with me. Maybe he was worried his place was gonna’ get raided by the Paladins?”“Or we WERE tracked in some way,” you note worriedly, “and they have been captured. Did the Green Knight have allies in Hawksong?”“Uhh, well, like… Yeah. This dwarf with an axe anna’ big, uh, blasty thing… And this elf wizard or ranger or somethin’ from the Silverwoods, and this one Paladin fucker he made friends with while he was in town—actually, I think I recognized him, from way back when, but he’s a real old asshole now.”Either possibility is worrying, and even the best case scenario is certainly frustrating, to say the least. Then, yet ANOTHER option occurs to you, no more comforting than the others:“What of the Archmage?” you ask. “You know her, yes?”
>>5585792“Henzler?” Irinnile asks. “Shit, KNOW her? I’ve been INSIDE her! Like, literally. Wormed some ectoplasm in there, like, twenty years back.”“I had heard as much,” you concur. “Could she have tracked us? Would she have REASON to, now?”Irinnile makes a strained, grunting sound, as if trying to lay an egg, then sighs.“No can do, big boy. I can’t sense shit. Might be that she enema’d that shit out after Heinrich used it against it, or she’s blocking it with anti-demon charms or somethin’ else. As for what she’d do an’ why, though… Well, she could probably brew up a chimera ta’ track you, or sue one of them fancy-dancy mystic pairs a’ glasses that the Tower Inquisition used ta’ love… But she never gave two shits ‘bout anything but her creepy experiments and her personal freedom. Unelss you have something she wants, I can’t see why she’d bother.”“Something she wants… Like my unusual biological admixture and the fleshweaving alchemy which went into making me what I am today?”Irinnile giggles nervously, and says: “um, like… Yeah, that’d do it. Well, shit.”‘Shit’ indeed. You are alone, stranded in hostile and still largely-unfamiliar territory, lugging around an unconscious adversary bent on your destruction, with your only friend and ally being a horny she-devil bound to his service. Your enemies are numerous, ephemeral, and their awareness of your plans and whereabouts a great unknown. You need an action plan—somewhere to stow the Green Knight, someone to watch him while you plan and execute your mission…What will you do?>Break in and stay here the rest of the night, using <Guidance> to seek out your missing allies>Have Irinnile aid you in hunting down the Green Knight’s allies—they may have captured your friends and, if not, you can at least get a feel for what you might be facing>Attempt to arrange a meeting at a neutral location with Archmage Henzler, to find out what she knows and what she wants>Screw this—Hawksong is a death trap! Time to hear out Irinnile’s plan for how to grab the princess and then get OUT of here!>Write-in
>>5585793>Have Irinnile aid you in hunting down the Green Knight’s allies—they may have captured your friends and, if not, you can at least get a feel for what you might be facingWe should knock out everyone in Heinrich's inner circle- they're probably the only ones he's talked to at length about the Conspiracy; it may be salvageable yet.
>>5585793>Find a new hiding place >Use <Guidance> to seek out your missing allies>Hear out Irinnile’s plan for how to grab the princessStill gotta lay low and figure out our options Our friends are unlikely to have been captured if Roth’s house isn’t destroyed and he was able to spend the time locking up. They’re probably lying low in a secondary safe house
>>5585793backing >>5585798maybe a small discreet inn or run down empty housedick move to break in and compromise roth
>Pray to sky daddy and offer him GK in dark god ritual>Ask nicely to cut him from the realm without killing him Just yet
>>5585793>Have Irinnile aid you in hunting down the Green Knight’s allies—they may have captured your friends and, if not, you can at least get a feel for what you might be facingI find it more likely that Iri needs to be fed to revive the ectoplasm- Henzler herself stated that she couldn’t get rid of the ectoplasm, so it’s still in there, dormant.>Before leaving, get some hallucinogenic shirin to keep the GK tripping balls
>>5586013I will only say that your theory is definitely plausible, and feeding Irinnile would be part of her plans for how to help you... But she is also a demon with a gluttunous thirst for sex, violence, cuddles, and lifeforce.
>>5586069Honestly, that also sounds like our protagonist in a nutshell.
>>5586111[She mostly lacks his occasionally-voted-for temperance and higher virtues. Remember: unlike the Infiltrator/Izzy, the Dragonborn/Theral is notably less horny and much more even-handed and merciful. The Infiltrator probably never would have spared someone like Hapo (at least as she was characterized for most of the quest) and was partly under Irinnile's influence a rapist and murderer-of-convenience several items over. The Infiltrator was a hedonist who only ever restrained herself when it risked directly harming one of her few loved ones or close companions, like Iri, Roth, or Edwin. She was never really cognizant of her mission being bad, or her actions being regrettable.][The Dragonborn is comparatively much more moral (by modern human standards), has never had sex with anyone who wasn't into is yet, and his tortures and executions are awful, but justifiable under his military doctrine and all had a purpose outside of sadism. Hell, he hasn't even had consensual sex with anyone since Davora died, and he's had opportunities. He's MUCH more measured, at least as I'm interpreting the way people have voted. People even voted back in Thread 3 or so that he’s aware that some of the things he does aren’t GOOD, just necessary.]>>5586013>>5585829>>5585815>>5585798>>5585794[We have no clear winner yet, so I'll leave the vote open until bed-time, or tomorrow if I get too busy. Feel free to also weigh in on whether you think this characterization is consistent with your understanding of the character! General consensus or interesting interpretations will be taken into account in future write-ups.]
>>5585829Support this idea.>>5586137I never caught up with infiltrator, just followed antipaladin from the start but I like Theral's weird mix of loving, noble dad to his allies and cruel calculating overlord to his enemies.
>>5586137I think we're slightly more horny than that, considering we can't get our bone on since getting our bone on with the wrong partner. Otherwise yeah, pretty accurate, maybe a little too much credit on the kindness after some of the darker shit we've pulled.
>>5586137The Dragonborn isn’t really much of an Anti-Paladin, in the moral sense. I liked playing as Izzy because of her unconventional morality (i.e. lack of morality by human standards). The Dragonborn by comparison is just watered down conventional evil, and while your characterization of him carries him, it just lacked that certain evil spice Izzy had.Now, Izzy as an apprentice paladin of Hawksong’s Paladin King… now THAT would’ve been a true Anti-Paladin, in multiple senses of the word.Granted, if that had happened, most of the playerbase probably would’ve turned her into a traitor for the ‘Greater Good’, which would undermine a lot about what I like of her character, even if I do think her going Reptile Hunting after she realized what Roth did to her father would’ve been a wicked storyline to play as.
>>5586170[Feedback noted! I've been trying to write him as an Oath of Tyranny-style Antipaladin. maybe it's not coming across fully...]>>5586160>>5586140[Or maybe it is? Still, all noted!]
>>5586181Oath of Tyranny-style? Can you expand upon that?The two things that come to my mind with those wording is the 40k God-Emperor turning into the fifth Chaos God of Order, or those Oathbound to do Evil despite their repugnance of the deeds themselves.
>>5586186[Something like this, though obviously not exact, with Theral's dual obsessions with draconic pride and the virtues of love taking precedence.]Still no tie-breakers, huh? May be a tomorrow update.
>>5586205Just put me down for hidey hole and the shop talk, I’m alright with delaying the hunt so long as we actually do hunt them later- I’m honestly having more fun returning to Hawksong as a solo operator again.As it relates to the Oath of Tyranny, that would make more sense if our patroon god was the Lord of Laws desu, just doesn’t jive with our choices regarding citizenship and ‘freedom’ really.
>>5586213[Well, you went a lot lighter than if you went Prosecutor of the Weak for your patron, but that's the sort of attitude I've been writing him with mostly.] I was surprised with how ecumenical and multicultural people voted to be as we went on, admittedly>>5586213>>5585829>>5585815>>5585798>>5585794[But very well! With the tie broken, we'll get one more update in tonight!]
>>5586205I'm happy if we just lie low even if we don't decide to ask for guidance. Having to lug GK around is never going to end well if we go looking for trouble. Ideally our allies return and we get them to watch him while we resume our mission.
>>5586219>>5586225Your first priority is to find somewhere else to hunker down. The Green Knight is being kept inactive by Irinnile, but you recall how emaciated she looked in your communion with her back beneath the Mages’ Tower—she may not be able to keep it up indefinitely. You need somewhere to store him while you and the demoness plan—somewhere you’re SURE isn’t compromised.“We could go back to the warehouse?” Irinnile suggests, nudging your hand with the hilt of Kinslayer to facilitate the communication.“Hm.” It’s an idea, but not ideal—it is far from your target, this ‘Princess Ekaterine’, and not terribly defensible in a siege. Perhaps Infiltrator agents are given to this sort of duck-and-hide, always-on-the-move approach which circumstance has forced you into, but that isn’t your usual style—you are king, damn it all! A sovereign in need of a stronghold and a force to command!Time is limited. You have been lugging the half-clad Green Knight around for most of the night already, and you don’t want to be caught with him in broad daylight.In the end, you opt to…>Skulk the well-groomed manors of the lesser nobility, evading patrolmen and other staff, seeking sanctuary in a disused shed or guest-house>Attempt to parley your way into staying in some well-heeled humans, just until your “drunk friend” here is sobered up>Wait… Does Irinnile know any OTHER Reptilian Infiltrators in this town, from her previous life as your mother’s minion? Maybe you can seek shelter with one of them…>Uuugh, fuck it, back to the warehouse it is—but just for tonight>Write-in[We'll talk shop and seek out the others with divination tomorrow!]
>>5586239>>Wait… Does Irinnile know any OTHER Reptilian Infiltrators in this town, from her previous life as your mother’s minion? Maybe you can seek shelter with one of them…Seems ideal, but we'll have to explain why the can't kill GK else Iri will flip out.
>>5586239>Uuugh, fuck it, back to the warehouse it is—but just for tonightLet's broaden our horizons
>>5586239>Wait… Does Irinnile know any OTHER Reptilian Infiltrators in this town, from her previous life as your mother’s minion? Maybe you can seek shelter with one of them…Sounds like a decent solution
>>5586239>>Wait… Does Irinnile know any OTHER Reptilian Infiltrators in this town, from her previous life as your mother’s minion? Maybe you can seek shelter with one of them…
>>5586239>Attempt to parley your way into staying in some well-heeled humans, just until your “drunk friend” here is sobered upEDWIN!Also voted to talk shop with Iri RQM, but whatever.
>>5586239>Wait… Does Irinnile know any OTHER Reptilian Infiltrators in this town, from her previous life as your mother’s minion? Maybe you can seek shelter with one of them…
>>5586396Ah, so you did. Well, it's in the plan, anyway!>>5586250>>5586307>>5586338>>5586453>>5586263>>5586396[Looks like we're making another new friend! Locked and writing!]
>>5587174“You, Irinnile… You served my mother here in Hawksong, yes? Including the operation which brought the Tower low, correct?”“Yyyeeaah?” irinnile replies, sounding uncertain. “Why?”“Do you know any other operatives in the area?” you ask. “Another Infiltrator stationed here, besides Roth?”“Uh, we-eeelll…” she hums and haws for a bit, but eventually the succubus exclaims: “Ooo, ooo, I do! But…”“But?”“Buuut, I bet that Heinrich spilled the beans to his buddies about her. She was preeeetty prominent ‘n shit, and that woulda’ made her a target. Still, I don’t remember them bringing her in.”“No,” you say sternly, for you have no interest in placing yourself somewhere you are likely to be attacked …Which raises another question.“Does that mean that Roth’s own home is compromised, by the same token?” you demand, incensed at this dangerous oversight and lack of forewarning.“Uh, shit, maybe?” Irinnile says, giggling ditzily. “Sorry, slipped my mind! But like, uh… Roth isn’t ask big a deal as this Albacete lady was, I terms of… Like, politics and access ta’ nobles ‘n shit, ya’ know? Heinrich asked me about EVERYTHING I knew, but a human mind is a lot more basic ‘n simple ‘n itty-bitty than a demon like yours truly!”“Hm,” you say, pointedly NOT mentioning the very blatant and possibly fatal error in judgement which the succubus was literally JUST called out on.“Look,” Irinnile says, trying to sound serious, “the thing is, there’s no way he knows about EVERY Infiltrator in this sexy noggin, because I didn’t LIST every single address. Heinrich just asked me for addresses as he needed ‘em for whatever he was workin’ on, and ANYWAY, it was JUST addresses for most a’ the ones I knew. Your mom never even MET most a’ these lizards, ya’ know? Just, like… Read a book with where they lived in it.”“Right,” you say, still skeptical…. But then, you sigh. “Choose someone out-of-thew-way, unimportant as you see it. Someone unlikely to be a priority target for the Green Knight or his allies.”You get a mental image of the shapely green avatar of the lust-demon saluting sharply, while wearing some form of ornate (but shiny and leathery) military attire. You’re not yet certain if it is more endearing or annoying, but it’s certainly ironic given her distinct lack of discipline. She is, however, the only guide you’ve got.
>>5587216“Tell me of your plan,” you command her as the two of you 9and her unconscious master) travel the early-morning backstreets of Hawksong.“You mean for scoring with the Princess?” she asks. “Ooo, for sure! So, step one, right? Is… feed me!”You remain silent, until she finallys peaks up to justify herself.“L-look, it’s not just me bein’, like, demony an’ shit, okay? If you get me all full of mojo again, I’ll be a lot more powerful, which means I can do a lot more ta’ help you!”“Such as?” you ask, then add: “And help me… How? You are bound to the Green Knight’s proximity.”“We-eeell,” she says, “that’s where the extra power comes in. See, what I figure is this: we can either take the smooth ‘n supple approach, or the ‘ram it right in’ approach. I’m down for either, as long as there’s lube!”You say nothing.“Blood makes good lube,” the succubus notes, her aura a bit more sinister, an unsettling and malevolent hope creeping into her voice. “If you got the balls for it…?”“Just tell me the actual plan,” you sigh.“Phooey,” Irinnile pouts. “Well, okay. So, you get me all juiced-up, and I can start influencing emotions across the dreamscape. I can’t leave Ricky PHYSICALLY, but I can project my, like, presence inta’ dreams… Like I did with you, I guess? I didn’t mean ta’ do that, tee-bee-haitch, but I CAN do that shit on purpose, and when I do… Well, I can get the princess all warmed up and ready for ya’ to make your move all suave-like, ya’ know?”“And the… OTHER approach?” you ask, unwilling to signify the demoness with he name for the strategy, even if it DOES pique your interest and stir your <appetite> a little.“Oh, that’s easy!” Irinnile shirps happily. “You get me PROPER stuffed ta’ bursting with, ya’ know… Mana, an’ whatever else… An’ I can just straight-up possess Heinrich.”
>>5587218You stop walking for a second, stunned by this revelation.“You can DO that?” you ask.“Well… Yeah!” she says, as if it was obvious the whole time. “What’s rule number one of dealin’ with demons, babycakes? Keep those defences up! Ricky’s defences are WAY down, bein’ in shit health after you went all choppy-loppy on ‘im an’ stole back that little fairy crown your mommy had me make her. It’s why he’s out-like-a-lantern right now!”You reach up to touch the diadem on your brow, surprised that this item is, itself, a product of this demon. Just how many things can this succubus DO? She may be strange and single-minded in her lascivious and ravenous way, but it seems that a demon can be QUITE the useful tool.“Just a BIIIT more mana, a couple souls maybe, and I can walk ‘im around like my OWN little golem—that’s a callback, sorry, you wouldn’t get it, but your mom woulda’ smiled, and she had SUCH a smile!—and then just, like… Stroll right in there with ya’. Even hold her down while you do the deed, if ya’ want!”You consider your options, settling upon…>The subtle approach—let Irinnile work at conditioning this human princess with lurid or romantic dreams of your human guise, such that when you approach her, she is primed to respond positively to your seduction>The direct approach—feed the demon whatever souls she needs to grow to full power, and seize her master’s body for her own, so that she may in turn help you capture the princess of Hawksong by force>A combined approach—maybe, if she can control the Green Knight’s body, Irinnile can masquerade as the man long enough to use his clout in this realm to get you a royal meeting?>No, no, no… This entire business reeks of ruinous recklessness! You aren’t about to supercharge a demon still bound to serve and protect your race’s most dedicated adversary! What? No!As you are gathering your thoughts and making your deliberations, the demon again speaks up with an excited squeal:“We’re HEEE~EEEERE!”
>>5587219You’re glad only you, fingers brushing Kinslayer’s hilt, can hear the dark spirit’s high-pithed announcement, as well as he occasional comments on the rear ends of those occasional patrolmen, drunkards, or scantily-clad mammalian females whom you must evade on your route. She’d give you away in a heartbeat, otherwise. As it is, though, you’re glad for her guidance—without it, you’d have never thought the rather humble and mundane shanty before you was a Reptilian Infiltrator’s home.The hovel is worn down, single-layered and crudely-constructed. Even the other lower-class residences which you passed enroute to this place were generally of newer construction, or multi-layered to accommodate the city’s overflowing overpopulation. This place looks like it’s out of a farming village, or an older era before Hawksong was properly unified and ‘civilized’ by the Paladins. It is at the edge of the realm which—by odour and succubic verification—you gather to be the ‘Smithing District’, adjacent to a series of streets which are filled with stalls and shops peddling the smithies’ goods (much more varied and sophisticated than your biological father’s, though more often apparently gadgets, ornaments, baubles, and tools than the quality handmade weapons and armour which you saw lying half-finished outside of Roth’s home). It is a few hours’ walk from the upscale area which leads into the foothills of the royal mountain-complex.“You said you wanted outta’-the-way, low-priority-target type shit, right?” Irinnile asks.“I know,” you say. “I did.”You approach the roughshod cobblestone-and-mud affair and knock thrice upon the door, which rattles in place with each impact—not because you knocked especially hard, but because it is poorly set-in-place. An occupant shuffles towards the door, and a yellow-brown eye squints through one of the many gaps between door and frame.“Who are you?” a soft voice whispers—nay, hisses—in the Northern Common-tongue.“A friend,” you say. “A… Fellow labourer from the low country.”It’s a code-phrase which you know to be used among Infiltrators.“…Which country?” the voice asks, suspiciously. “Lots of countries are low. I have friends in some, enemies in others. I don’t want no trouble.”Hm. Suspicious sort, isn’t she? Still, this Infiltrator is wise to be—after all, your race are being hunted by a man with intimate knowledge of your local operations… One you have in your custody, but still. Does he know such codes? You imagine this female Infiltrator might be wondering the same thing, with greater urgency.
>>5587221“Let me in,” you quietly whisper in the True Speech. “I am an agent of the Serpent Priests… And I have captured the Green Knight, and have him with me. The sun is rising, and I need shelter before I am found out”No time for subtlety here, but it at least gets a moment’s consideration, as the eye beyond the door widens in surprise at your words.“Fuck,” the operative gasps in the local dialect, before reverting to True Speech. “And you haven’t just killed him?!”“No,” you admit. “It’s… Complicated.”The door opens, and you see (what appears at a glance to be) a short, pale human female with a slim frame, narrow chin and thin eyes, and a ruffled mat of black hair upon her head, clad in simple and well-worn clothing. The moment she does so, and sizes you up, a realization seems to creep into her.“How do I know this isn’t some trick?” she demands, then produces an assassin’s blade not unlike the one you carry as a sidearm.What will you do?>Throw the Green Knight at her—that should stun her and, hey, maybe the Green Knight will get killed before Irinnile can interfere!>Remove your Amulet of Disguise, and crank up the Fearsome Presence—let her understand who and what she is dealing with>Intimidate her into obedience, and into laying down her weapon—you need the Green Knight alive, unfortunately>Apologize for your intrusion, and beseech her in the name of the Dark Gods, with a private prayer which few would know>Kick her in the face and barge in—you’ve waited long enough, and you need inside before the sun is fully up!>Write-in[Please note there are two votes to cast, for those of you who speed-read]
>>5587219>The direct approach—feed the demon whatever souls she needs to grow to full power, and seize her master’s body for her own, so that she may in turn help you capture the princess of Hawksong by forcenot sure I'm a fan of all this demon collaboration, but it does seem efficient>Throw the Green Knight at her—that should stun her and, hey, maybe the Green Knight will get killed before Irinnile can interfere!actually just hold him up so she can see him - he should still look pretty fucked up from the fightdont want to set off Iri right now
>>5587219>The subtle approach—let Irinnile work at conditioning this human princess with lurid or romantic dreams of your human guise, such that when you approach her, she is primed to respond positively to your seduction>The direct approach—feed the demon whatever souls she needs to grow to full power, and seize her master’s body for her own, so that she may in turn help you capture the princess of Hawksong by forceTwo pronged assault.>>5587222>Throw the Green Knight at her—that should stun her and, hey, maybe the Green Knight will get killed before Irinnile can interfere!>Kick her in the face and barge in—you’ve waited long enough, and you need inside before the sun is fully up!And after>Remove your Amulet of Disguise, and crank up the Fearsome Presence—let her understand who and what she is dealing withJust go ham on this :P
>>5587219>>No, no, no… This entire business reeks of ruinous recklessness!Itcs ringing alarm bells for me that the demon is going out of her way to protect GK with technicalities but then it's seemingly okay for her to possess him if we just give her the strength to do it.>>5587222>>Apologize for your intrusion, and beseech her in the name of the Dark Gods, with a private prayer which few would knowDo anti-paladin things.
In case Theral ever wants to follow the Serpent Ascendant to the stars, here's a handy space suit for him.>>5586438
>>5587219>>The direct approach—feed the demon whatever souls she needs to grow to full power, and seize her master’s body for her own, so that she may in turn help you capture the princess of Hawksong by force>Kick her in the face and barge in—you’ve waited long enough, and you need inside before the sun is fully up!Once inside>Remove your Amulet of Disguise, and crank up the Fearsome Presence—let her understand who and what she is dealing with
>>5587321[That's badass! Thank you!]
>>5587219>No, no, no… This entire business reeks of ruinous recklessness! You aren’t about to supercharge a demon still bound to serve and protect your race’s most dedicated adversary! What? No!>Throw the Green Knight at her—that should stun her and, hey, maybe the Green Knight will get killed before Irinnile can interfere!
>>5588142You’ve had it up to here with this indirect approach, to be frank, and ESPECIALLY with skulking around, navigating in secret and avoiding direct confrontation. You aren’t an INFILTRATOR, damnit, you are an ANTIPALADIN! And you are not the Antipaladin of just ANY Dark God, but the SERPENT ASCENDANT—God of Glorious Bloodshed and Draconic Pride!“ENOUGH.”Before the female Infiltrator can respond, you foist the Green Knight’s limp body upon her; you can practically here Irinnile cry ‘hey!’ from where you stand, but of course not LITERALLY since you’re no longer touching the Kinslayer. She needn’t worry, anyway—you aren’t about to let him get killed after all this hassle to drag him around this godsforsaken surface-city for practically an entire day and night. Instead, you used the startling manoeuvre to disarm and disorient. The Infiltartor stumbles back, crying out in alarm, and drops her blade. The moment she does so, she is all but doomed—your heavy boot impacts her face with enough force to thrust her across the room and into the rickety dining table which is central to the home’s sad excuse for a foyer. She JUST manages to save herself from toppling to the ground in a heap by clinging to that table, which totters dangerously as you enter her home.“I have been stranded in this den of heathen apes for TWO DAYS now,” you explain, you voice broaching no interruption or argument. “I have BESTED our greatest threat in direct combat, so thoroughly and utterly that I even took him ALIVE. Do you REALLY think your little KNIFE could do what the Green Knight could not, Infiltrator?”“Who do you think you ARE?” your fellow Reptilian asks, rubbing her face where a bruise looks to be forming and watching you warily. “Two days? I have been here YEARS! Who are you to speak to me like this?!”You slam the door shut and, once safe from prying eyes, you remove your Amulet of Disguise—just long enough for your original form to assert itself once again, and for your Fearsome Presence to truly take hold.“Oh,” the Infiltrator whispers quietly.You replace the amulet.“Y-you are the Dragonborn… The, uh, the copper one!”“Copper Dragon King Theral, of Bloodrise,” you correct her.“…What?” she asks, confused.“Nevermind,” you sigh, and requisition one of her splintery chairs. “Bring me some water.”“Yes, Superior One,” she agrees, though she doesn’t sound too happy to be doing it.
>>5588175The two of you partake of this simple refreshment, while you give this Infiltrator—a Silkscale, you learn—the condensed and censored version of your escapades in Hawksong thus far. She, in turn, tells you a little of her work here: she is known locally as the human maid-servant ‘Halle’, in which capacity she is able to observe and gather information of members of Hawksong’s middle classes, insinuate ideas, and survey popular opinions and the human rumour-mill. Her eyes flit frequently to the Green Knight, who you have right and stowed in a corner.“He will not wake,” you assure the Silkscale. “I have seen to it.”“How?” she asks.“Magically,” you answer, for you have not told her all the details which pertain to your new demon associate.“They’ve been wondering where he is,” she notes, referring to the humans of this metropolis. “The general assumption is that he’s out on a mission, of course. I guess… it’s almost true, yes?”“Yes,” you agree. “Almost.”For your part, you have decided upon the form which YOUR mission must take. A Knight Ascendant acts directly and decisively. Gradual dream-insinuations and subtle seductions will take too long, and almost seem… Cowardly. No, you will TAKE what you want-WHO you want—by the most direct methods available. Oh, you’re not WITHOUT misgivings about Irinnile, of course. You’ve never been one to trust demons… But this is your mother’s great love, it seems, HER Sseztlussth. For well over a year now-maybe longer, if you’re being honest—you have place you faith and love with the selfish and spiteful creature you call ‘Novice’; is it such a stretch to do the same for a demon your mother deemed worthy? And if she can really take total control of the Green Knight… Well, that simplifies matters greatly.The only question is how you will feed her the necessary mana. As you rest through the morning—briefly sleeping, then planning—Irinnile explains what she requires to make your shared ambitions a reality:“I need, like… About a dozen god fucks, or at least some kisses with good tongue action.”You can only stare at the sword which hosues this unclean spirit.“I’m serious!” she whines. “I’m a fuckin’ SUCCUBUS, baby! This is how it works!”“How,” you are forced to ask, “does a sword ‘fuck’?”“We-eeelll,” she begins. “Uh. I guess, like… That’s true.”You wait for an elaboration that never comes.“What if,” you ask, restraining your irritation to a dull roar, “we simply killed mammals using Kinslayer?”“That’d work, too,” she says,s ounding a little disappointed, but then brightens up and adds: “Even better if you’re really into it, or they’re REAALLY not.”“I imagine thy will not be enthusiastic about their deaths, no,” you agree dryly. “You mean torture, though, yes?”“Mmmmyup!” the succubus agrees thirstily.
>>5588176Capturing, torturing, and killing a number of humanoids around Hawksong while avoiding detection or interference will be no mean feat, of course. The demon within Kinslayer estimates she will require about a half-dozen such gruesome executions to reach the power-level needed to subjugate her master’s will for an entire day and night, or half as many if you are ‘okay, with, like, Heinrich wakin up while you’re doing the do, ya know?’ It will take time and effort, all while the Green Knight’s cohorts grow more suspicious and likely begin to search for their lost ally. There’s also the matter of who will watch him. the Silkscale Infiltrator called Halle can do so, but you aren’t yet certain how much you trust her competence and diligence; she DOES live in a shack and perform low-tier Infiltration tasks. You could watch him, of course, but then it would be HALLE tasked with subduing or luring your sacrificial victims to her home.“Can you not just keep the Green Knight asleep until we are done?” you ask.“Uh, well… Naw. Sorry, big boy, but Ricky’s a rough sleeper. If you don’t feed him and care for him and let him wake up sometimes, he’ll die, which is a big no-no. But you got him tied up, an’ we can gag him, so what’s the big deal?”“We should just kill the bloody bastard and be done with it,” the Silkscale grumbels, when you tell her of the need to feed and water the human champion.“I do not REMEMBER asking you your opinion on the matter,” you note, even if you privately agree on some level.What will you do?>Leave Halle to watch the Green Knight, while you go about collecting victims…>>By violent ambush at night>>By exploring the city’s social circles and utilizing your charm>Watch the Green Knight and trust Halle the Infiltrator to obtain victims for your dread rite>Try to find another way to bolster Irinnile’s power—something that will take longer, but be less risky> Try to find another way to bolster Irinnile’s power—something that will be faster, but even higher risk>Write-in
>>5588178>Leave Halle to watch the Green Knight, while you go about collecting victims…>>By violent ambush at nightI'd also be open to > Try to find another way to bolster Irinnile’s power—something that will be faster, but even higher risk
>>5588178>Leave Halle to watch the Green Knight, while you go about collecting victims…>>By exploring the city’s social circles and utilizing your charm>Also, acquire the shirin variantsThere were some kinky motherfuckers back in the day, and the drugs would help fuel the desire/enjoyment factor (as well as keep the GK tripping balls). Plus, we could hunt down his comrades easier.> Try to find another way to bolster Irinnile’s power—something that will be faster, but even higher riskI’m also fine with trying this, depending on what exactly it is.>Tell Halle that’s she’s free to torture him if he gets uppity.With any luck, maybe he’ll die from infection or other natural causes.Could we scout out the Princess in the dreamscape later at night? I think priming her for seduction is a good fallback plan.
>>5588218>Could we scout out the Princess in the dreamscape later at night? I think priming her for seduction is a good fallback plan.[If enough people vote for it, but it will sue up some of Irinnile's power and necessitate more sacrifices before she can possesses Heinrich Yosef... OR require you to make other allowances, like less reliable possession, a shorter timeframe of reliable possession, etcetera.]
>>5588178>>Try to find another way to bolster Irinnile’s powerMaybe a visit to the red light district?Surely if we visit some professionals they can work out how to show even a sword some...love.
>>5588178>>By violent ambush at nightReminds me of constant muggin' suggestion in Ismena's story.> Try to find another way to bolster Irinnile’s power—something that will be faster, but even higher risk
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>>5589309“I will done what needs to be done,” you tell Halle, with Kinslayer laid across your lap so that Irinnile will also hear. “Infiltrator, you will watch the Green Knight, and keep him alive on pain of you OWN life. I will go forth and find the necessary energy to empower this devil-blade, so it can possess his body and we can bring ruin to the House of the Paladin Kings.”“This is dumb,” your Reptilian subordinate murmurs in the local human-speak; when you glare her way, though, she snaps to attention and bows submissively.“Yesss,” Irinnile salivates.“There MUST be a more efficient way to achieve this, though,” you insist. “It will take days, even WEEKS, to capture and torture-to-death a half-dozen surface-dwellers, and every time I set out to seize one I risk my discovery—all of ours, in fact.”The three of you silently contemplate other options, wracking your brains for some alternative. Anything is acceptable, even a plan which is a great risk, if it can save you time and accomplish your goal of empowering the succubus. To your surprise, it is the one called Halle who comes up with a possible solution first.“What about a slaughter?” she asks, hesitant and tentative. “We would need more sacrifices if we do not kill them slowly and painfully, as I understand it… But could volume make up the difference? We could go together to a place where humans gather—me, watching over the human knight, you wielding this hell-sword, and you could use it to kill a dozen or more humans at once, collecting their souls to fuel it.”You stare.“…Unless there is a problem with my plan?” she asks, a little sheepishly.Well, it would certainly attract a lot of attention. You can’t imagine you could affect such a massacre in a city this large without some humanoids escaping to alert the rest of the mammalian herd, or neighbours hearing the screams and doing the same. Guards, maybe even Paladins or the Green Knight’s inner circle, would likely come for you.“There’s a few places like that I can think of,” Irinnile chirps chipperly. “Like, there’s this old bar-an’-brothel where Lisspy used ta’ dance that always had a good crowd… Lotsa’ lust in the air from all the oglin’ nd whorin’, too, so I’d get EXTRA-special charged-up, ya’ know?”“There are other options,” Halle hurriedly adds, to fill what she perceives as awkward silence—you didn’t say anything, after all, and she can’t hear Irinnile.
>>5589336“Such as?” you ask.“Well… There is a demonic cabal active in the city, apparently controlled by a powerful devil of some sort. One demon’s essence can be used to fuel another’s, yes?”“Oh fuck, INKY?” Irinnile asks, sounding genuinely frightened at the prospect, and more than a little disgusted—peculiar, coming from such a shameless beast. “No, NOOOO no no, we don’t NONE a’ what HE’S got. I hate that fuckin’ incubus, an’ he was NOTHIN’ but trouble.”“This demon was working with our Operational Chaplain for a time,” Halle continues none-the-wiser to the succubus’ tantrum. “When the Chaplain was captured by… This knight… Cooperation rapidly gave way. The demon is a likely liability. It could be a ‘two bird with one stone’ situation, as the local halfling aphorism puts it.”“I’m tellin’ ya’, you don’t want ANYTHING to do with that asshole,” Irinnile insists with frantic forcefulness. “Look, if we aren’t gonna’ butcher bushel of humies in one go, I say we just trick Henzler into meeting us and sap her mana. Always wondered what would get that frigid bitch all moist, or make that haughty fuckin’ face crack up an’ cry… An’ I bet if we can do it, she has, like, six regular peeps’ worth of mana!”What will you do?>Pay a visit to this brothel, to perform a mass sacrifice>Make war against this Hawksong demon-cult, let by this ‘Inky’>Attempt to ensnare and sacrifice Archmage Henzler>Something else [write-in]
>>5589340>>Pay a visit to this brothel, to perform a mass sacrificeAt least screams would be somewhat common in such a location. Just got to make sure there's no super important clientele that people may go looking for...or potentially have bodyguards.
>>5589340>Pay a visit to this brothel, to perform a mass sacrifice.Henzler's kinda a future minion and by the power of metagaming I know inky is bound by pacts designed to persist even after mom's deathwhich iri was there for and should have mentioned so I don't feel too guilty about it
>>5589340>Make war against this Hawksong demon-cult, let by this ‘Inky’I ain’t killing Mina and the gals, and it’s about time we’ve dealt with this bastard permanently.
>>5589340>Make war against this Hawksong demon-cult, let by this ‘InkyMost dofficult combat wise but easiest tl cover up by far
>>5589340>>Make war against this Hawksong demon-cult, let by this ‘Inky>Working with our mom>Stop cooperated the second he had an opportunityYeah, Incubus gonna be turned into cubus. Cause we are chopping him up in a nice square block.
>>5589340>Pay a visit to this brothel, to perform a mass sacrificeNobody cares about whores
>>5589340>Make war against this Hawksong demon-cult, let by this ‘Inky’Not gonna leave future threats to our sons lying around if we can help it.
>>5589857>>5589779>>5589717>>5589666>>5589564>>5589415>>5589351[Locked and writing!]
>>5590524“Tell me more about this demon,” you command, releasing your grip on the Kinslayer to spare yourself Irinnile’s protestations.“I do not know THAT much about it,” Infiltrator Halle cautions you. “I know that it is capable of possessing multiple bodies, one after another or perhaps even at once, and that it can shift and modify those bodies, and see through their eyes. Its cults is embedded in the city’s poorer districts, and is primarily composed of humans and half-humans. The cult lives communally, for the most part, centred on a few buildings which are all owned by a single merchant—a human male.”“Who is this male?” you demand. “Terenzo Battista.”“The demon’s summoner and controller?”Halle shakes her head, answering: “It doesn’t seem to have one. The demon forms pacts, but nothing so singular. As I said, it can occupy many bodies, and goes where it wants as WHO it wants.”“What is its goal?” you ask, tilting your head at the peculiarity of it all.“Unknown, at least to me,” Halle admits. “The Chaplain likely knew.. KNOWS… more.”“What does the cult do, then?” you ask. “What are their primary activities? Do they have a doctrine?”“I don’t know what beliefs they might attest to among their own,” Halle says, increasingly embarrassed by her lack of knowledge. “They were aiding us in the subversion of the city through contraband-trading, though. “Before it was shut down and its population dispersed, ‘Goblintown’ on the edge of the city was useful for smuggling in contraband—drugs for subverting the humans and ‘demihumans’ of Hawksong, occult implements, tools of Infiltraton from the South or our forward bases. They also assisted in our other purpose here: smuggling humans OUT, to serve as materials for the priesthood’s researches and rites. After Goblintown’s collapse, the demons took up the goblins’ role, seemingly being connected to several trading companies. They also seem very active in buying up land in and around the city, and nearby farmland, especially the most undesirable and impoverished.”“To what end?”“I do not know, Superior One,” Halle sighs. “I am sorry. It was not necessary to know during my few interactions, where I served as a go-between on a transactional basis. Compartmentalization of information meant it was better if I knew as little as possible.”
>>5590571“But they have become a liability now?” you ask. “How so?”“They have stopped supplying us with human materials, and no longer bring us materials from the outside. Their efforts have lately been focused instead on taking those same sorts of humans we exported—gutter trash, itinerant travelers, the mad and sick, unaffiliated prostitutes, unattended children—and housing them on their acquired land, which they have developed and set their recruits to repairing or growing food upon.”“…But to an unknown end?”“Yes, Sueprior One.”Curious… And troubling. This is a growing operation, and already one of some scale, within Hawksong itself. It’s the sort of large and organized subversive activity which your own Master Race has achieved in the South and East of the continent, but in this shining city which your kind have always struggled to compromise to such a degree. This demon is formidable indeed… And it has cut diplomatic contact with your race, and is operating entirely independent. A clash is inevitable. If you can hurry it along—and empower your OWN demonic ally in the process—then it behooves you to do so. ‘Two birds with one stone’ indeed.“Watch the Green Knight,” you command the Infiltrator called Halle.You hand her Kinslayer—a sword she accepts only with extreme awkwardness, and immediately sets down as if the sword or its occupant make her instantly uncomfortable. Kinslayer immediately sheathes itself in response, rather than lay upon the table unattended, and you’d swear you see it adjust as if snuggling up to the unconscious Heinrich Yosef.“What is your plan, Superior One?” Halle asks.How will you approach this urban war?>Bring Halle and the Green Knight with you, and wield Kinslayer in battle>Leave Halle and the Green Knight (and thus Irinnile’s sword-form) here, and bring the Incubus back once beaten and boundWhat is to be your opening move?>Make contact under a banner of peace and reconciliation, purporting to be the Operational Chaplain’s successor, then strike at the heart of this darkness once you have been led to the incubus or its representative>Stage an attack on once of the demon’s properties, killing or capturing its acolytes and setting fire to the building—draw it to you with chaos and bloodshed>Go right for this "Terenzo Battista" at his residence, since he seems key to the whole operation as its financier, and take him hostage>Attempt to arrange a meeting with one of the city’s (in)famous Paladins, to report a demon infestation—shouldn’t they be doing something about this? Why aren’t they?>Ask Irinnile for advice… You’re doing this, no matter what she says, but she can at least advise you on how best to tackle her old enemy>Write-in
>>5590574>Bring Halle and the Green Knight with you, and wield Kinslayer in battleMore difficult but also more worth it, who better to help kill a demon than another demon?>Ask Irinnile for advice… You’re doing this, no matter what she says, but she can at least advise you on how best to tackle her old enemyfavoring >Go right for this "Terenzo Battista" at his residence, since he seems key to the whole operation as its financier, and take him hostage
>>5590574>>Bring Halle and the Green Knight with you, and wield Kinslayer in battleDon't we need Iri to be there so she can power up?>Stage an attack on once of the demon’s properties, killing or capturing its acolytes and setting fire to the building—draw it to you with chaos and bloodshedIf it doesn't show we can at least get some power this way.>Ask Irinnile for adviceNo harm in this either.
[I'm a bit tuckered today, and we only have a couple votes in, so I'm afraid today will be a one-update kind of day. I'll try to do two tomorrow!]
>>5590574>>Bring Halle and the Green Knight with you, and wield Kinslayer in battle>Ask Irinnile for advice… You’re doing this, no matter what she says, but she can at least advise you on how best to tackle her old enemy
>>5590574>Bring Halle and the Green Knight with you, and wield Kinslayer in battle>Ask Irinnile for advice… You’re doing this, no matter what she says, but she can at least advise you on how best to tackle her old enemy
>>5590605>>5590677>>5590870>>5590875[Locked and writing ASAP!]
>>5591032“You will need to come with me,” you tell your new subordinate, this Halle. “The Kinslayer sword cannot leave the green Knight’s proximity, and I will need it.”A demon to kill a demon—fighting hellfire with hellfire. Appropriate. Your eyes settle on the sword in question, and with sigh you reach out to gently grip the handle.“Succubus,” you reach out mentally. “I seek your counsel.”“Oh, so NOW ya’ want my counsel?” Irinnile sullenly replies. “After NOT takin’ my advice ta’ NOT to what you’re doing, ya’ mean?”You sigh, and nod.“This course of action is set,” you affirm. “And anyway, it seems as if you might have a score to settle, too, yes?”“…Yeah, well, maybe ending that smug turd of a ‘greater demon’ WOULD be, like… Cathartic.”That’s more like it.“How would we best go about it, then?” you ask her. “Since we ARE to make war upon this ‘Inky’, how can we inflict maximum pain to the demon? I am presently torn between two courses of action: an all-out raid upon one of the more populated complexes in this creature’s little empire… Or capturing this ‘Terenzo Battista’ to hold him hostage, and thus draw out the devil.” “Well,” Irinnile muses, “when Lisspy first met Inky, it was ‘cause your momma an’ Roth fucked up Inky’s, like… Main-type thrall, if ya’ know what I mean? This rich bitch called Zivic. Inky didn’t take too kindly ta’ that, I guess, and declared, like… This whole blood feud thing for a long time. So if Battista’s the new Zivic, that might have a similar-type effect.”“But killing this ‘Zivic’ didn’t end the demon’s reign,” you note. “This would upset the demon, and weaken its enterprise here in Hawksong, but it would not allow you to consume the incubus’ essence and grow more powerful.”“Yeah, right,” Irinnile agrees, becoming more enthusiastic. “I say we do your, like, other plan! If we go to town on the cult, I’ll get all wet ‘n bloody,! We can even hang around, maybe do some raping and torturing, right? That’ll piss Inky off something fierce, fi that’s REALLY what you want,a n’ I’ll already be stronger going inta’ the fight!”The demoness seems to realize only belatedly the showdown she has proposed, and quails slightly at this sudden understanding.“W-well, I mean, if I gotta’ fight ‘im… At least it’s, like, LESS scary this way.”
>>5591057You nod. This plan, which the two of you have settled upon, seems wise. The necessity of bringing the Green Knight with you means this must be a strike by night, however. Nothing is more sure to complicate matters than getting caught carrying the celebrity of the hour—maimed, pale and weak from bloodloss, unconscious—through Hawksong in broad daylight.How will you utilize your time?>Wake the Green Knight to question him [about what?]>Learn more about this Halle female, since you will be working with her [specifics still appreciated>Pray for divine <Guidance>, that you might prepare for what is to come>Practice with the Kinslayer sword, to make sure you are ready to wield the strange demon-blade in battle (and to build rapport with Irinnile)>Actually… You had earlier considered getting Roth something to brighten up his living space, and now is a good time to leave Halle watching the knight and demon while you explore the nearby shops and stalls>Write-in
>>5591059>Pray for divine <Guidance>, that you might prepare for what is to comemaybe our boy BB can tell us how to shut this demon down for good
>>5591059>Practice with the Kinslayer sword, to make sure you are ready to wield the strange demon-blade in battle (and to build rapport with Irinnile)or>Actually… You had earlier considered getting Roth something to brighten up his living space, and now is a good time to leave Halle watching the knight and demon while you explore the nearby shops and stallsI want da drugs.
>>5591059>>Pray for divine <Guidance>, that you might prepare for what is to comeRegarding shoggothin' the demon
>>5591059>Pray for divine <Guidance>, that you might prepare for what is to come>Practice with the Kinslayer sword, to make sure you are ready to wield the strange demon-blade in battle (and to build rapport with Irinnile)Figure we might have time to do both.
>>5591216>>5591215>>5591214>>5591099>>5591346As a Knight Ascendant, you are oathbound to better yourself physically or mentally each and every day. Given that you are soon to be wielding Kinslayer in battle, you can think of no better way to do so than to practice the blade—specifically, the wielding of your deadly new demon-blade. The requires some adjustment, for a few reasons. You are more used to the single-edged sabres favoured by the elvensmiths, for one thing—this is the make of the sword you first took up wen leaving home and wielded as your primary weapon against the Green Knight, and likewise the kingly moon-blade, while the amorphous and unwieldly shoggoth-sword eventually assumed a similar shape as you gained greater control of its contours. The vessel of your new succubus ally, by contrast, is a northwestern long-sword, with a longer pommel, a straight double-edged blade, and a prominent cross-guard. It necessitates a change in combat-form.“Ooo, that’s it baby—work it!”There is also the occupant. Irinnile’s commentary is nigh-constant, and pumped directly into your brain such that it is difficult to tune out. To hold the sword is to be subject to her every cowardly complain or hungrily-lusty suggestion. You are a male used to meditation, and your own <appetite> was never so intrusive as this, even when fighting more shapely opponents such as Azonia the Duelist. Now, with the breathy voice of your ‘hot aunt’ in your ear simulating turbulence in your loins and gut, you find it difficult to maintain focus and composure.“MUST you prattle on CONSTANTLY?” you ask, when the frustration cause you to fumble your footwork once more.“Um,” Irinnile says, “RUDE, first of all. Second… Uh, no, I guess not? I just get, like… Excited. You’re this big muscly hunk a’ meat swinging your sword around and getting’ all sweaty—”“I do not sweat,” you correct her.“—and it’s just been, like, so LONG, ya’ know? Ricky’s all grim purpose and shit, but you’re a ot more… Warm ‘n fuzzy, ‘specially for a snakey boy.”“And yet you preserve and protect the Green Knight,” even so.Irinnile’s demenaour stiffens, and she protests: “A pact’s a pact.”“You were ‘cuddling’ with him earlier,” you point out.“What, jealous?” she teases you. “There’s room for two in Aunty Iri, babycakes.”“There literally is not,” you point out. “You have no orifices. You are a sword.”Your demonic companion huffs, and for a while you get some peace and quiet to better master her sword-form.
>>5591353Kinslayer is very well-weighted, you find, with Irinnile’s consciousness lending it a subtle buoyancy as she seemingly adjusts your swings, lifting the blade when your arm’s strength fails you, or tugging you forward to strike targets with the optimal angle or with greater force. You practice primarily upon a broken old end-table which, with great reluctance, Halle provided you to test the blade; despite swords being suboptimal for woodworking, the Kinslayer cuts through it with surprising ease.“Do you have any other properties as a sword, ‘Aunty’?” you ask.Irinnile giggles a little at your use of her self-appointed familial appellation, and rosuing from her sullen silence to answer the inquiry.“Well, yeah, duh! I can eat up souls, drain mana, an’ I can inflict a sort of burnin’ sensation on people I’ve gotten a taste of.”Hm. That WOULD pair well with your Hexblade art, which weakens and demoralizes foes whom you strike with your blade.“Oh, and… Uhh, the other thing.”“Glowing red in the presence of my kind?” you ask, noting the sheen upon the blade even now.“Y-yeah, and… Like, the damage I do to reptilian-types is SUPER bad. Like poison, almost!”You falter a little, suddenly quite glad you were never actually struck by the Green Knight’s blade. Holding him at a distance and seizing his sword really WAS the best course of action. “Would’ve been ‘specially bad for YOU, too, baby,” she notes. “‘Cause of, you know…”“Because of what?” you ask. “My Dragon Soul?”“Your what now?” she asks, confused.“Nevermind,” you sigh. “What were YOU talking about?”“Well, ‘cause of your mom!”Ah. That makes sense: Kinslayer is especially crafted to avenge the loss of Knight’s parents at your mother’s hands. As such, your mother’s bloodline must be especially susceptible. You regard the blade with narrowed eyes, thinking of your sons in Bloodrise—and of the demigod you will soon sire. This is a dangerous weapon indeed, to you AND to your legacy.
Rolled 9, 14, 4 = 27 (3d20)>>5591355“Apart from that,” Irinnile moves on, “there’s also the thing where, like, I can move around on my own for a bit!”Kinslayer pulls itself free from your grasp, and you do not fight it. The devil-sword hovers before you, doing a few playful swoops and swings through the empty air before practically sheathing itself in the end-table, right to the hilt. You imagine Irrinile made a joke abut that, but without your hand upon Kinslayer, you do not hear it. Still, as you reclaim the blade, you hear her laughter, and find yourself a little amused at how you were able to predict her. You are getting used to this demon.“You seem less anxious,” you note.“We-eeelll,” Irinnile says, almost demurely, “I can tell I’m in good hands, I guess.”“Hm.”“Big, strong hands,” she gushes.“There it is.”You both laugh. In some strange way, she really DOES feel like a friend or familial relation—moreso than surly and resentful Roth, or even your distant, deceased mother, who you only know through her reputation, her legacy, and through visions and dreams.As daylight turns to night, you take some time to rest your sword-arm and instead turn to the art of divination. Mindful of the need to be free of even well-meaning distractions, you pass the sword back to Halle, who hurriedly sheathes it and returns to her cleaning and feeding (at Irinnile’s insistence, which you acquiesce to) of Heinrich Yosef. You pray to the Dark Gods, most especially the Serpent Ascendant and Baleful Beholder, that the Gods of Strength and Wisdom might prepare you for the trial to come, and guide you to victory in both their names.[Rolling Divination.]
Rolled 14, 13, 3, 5, 8, 3, 7, 1, 1, 20 = 75 (10d20)>>5591356>14The act of meditation soothes your own nerves, and certainly rests your muscles and your overactive mind… But sadly, no guidance comes from Beyond or Below. You have only the quiet of your own emptied mind for company, and the distant roar of your Dragon Soul, crackling with the power of the sleeping ‘Big Red’ which you have bound to it. That much, at least, gives you strength of resolve.“It is time.”You adjust your Amulet of Disguise, lest it fall away at an inopportune moment. It is dark, but not SO dark that a towering draconic biped would not attract some attention even in silhouette or from a distance—attention which would bring great difficulty to you mission. Guided by Irinnile’s memories and Halle’s intel, you traverse Hawksong beneath moonlight and starlight once again. The Silkscale female proves unsuitable to actually carry the Green Knight while moving at any speed or for any great distance, and o you take up this burden after a time, foisting him upon her only when you are across the way from the apartment complex which your companions inform you houses about a dozen of the Incubus’ followers.“Can’t you just kill and sacrifice THEM, and give the demon what it needs that way?” Halle asks, defaulting to the local human-tongue when outside her home.“Only if you wish to ssstay here, sslowly torturing them to death and ssacrificcing them for hoursss,” you explain. “The ssucubusss will be sstrengthened by the deathsss, but it iss EMOTION which feedsss it bessst.”Still, this assault will weaken this rival power greatly, and definitely go a long way towards empowering Irinnile. IT is the best course of action—you are sure of that, now! Your certainty of this only grows as you watch the humans coming and going—some males, some females, all bearing signs of social outcast status in the form of peculiar hairstyles, tattoos, and piercings, such as you have not seen commonly among the regular citizenry of this civilization, but which mark them as members of a clique unto themselves. Your grip tightens on Kinslayer’s hilt as you plan your attack, and feel the familiar battle-thrill fill you—amplified, perhaps, by irinnile’s own building excitement for carnal carnage.“Oooohboyhboyohboy, here we GOOOO!”And so you do. With Halle creeping behind you, huffing and puffing as she carries the Green Knight’s dead weight upon her back and shoulders, you advance upon the complex. The faint red glow of Kinslayer is hidden by a covering of cloth—an appropriated dress of your Infiltrator ally. In darkness, you creep upon the first of your victims. Finally, the unholy light shines forth as you reveal the hellish weapon’s dark majesty, catching the human’s eye. She opens her mouth to scream…But it is too late for her, for all of these wayward cultists to this false prophet. The true Emissary of Darkness has arrived, and you do not bring peace, but the sword!
>>5591365>Sword Mastery: 14, 13, 3, 5, 8Your targets are spread out throughout the housing complex. You utilize a measure of stealth at first, but such has never been your forte. Perhaps it was inevitable that some of these humans would spot you with enough time to scream, and that others would then raise an alarm. It certainly happens, one way or another.>Religion: 3, 7, 1, 1You are well beyond caring, though. From the moment you first slake the demon-sword’s thirst, you feel something take hold of you—a fervor such as you have never felt, a passion for battle that goes well beyond the normal pride you take in your mastery of war. You find yourself laughing—the sound distant and alien to your own ears, half-mad. Your skin feels hot, burning hot, such that if you COULD sweat you WOULD sweat. You fall upon your victims not like a an executioner, or like a hunter, but like a demon from Hell yourself. You baptize yourself in their blood, taking chunks of human flesh into your mouth even as the humans scream for a mercy that you cannot find. Your disguised exterior reveals a full functionality as your imitation of human genitalia grows larger, stiffer, straining against your pants; you remove them at some point, or lose them. Your stomach roils and your very soul aches, as if a storm were roiling within you, but you do not care.Even when you discover the families of the human cultists—their clutch of little mammalian whelps, wailing and crying, you do not stop. You scatter them like that splintered and-table earlier that day, and paint murals to their suffering across their home with what remains.
>>5591382Eventually, sense and self return. You lurch forward, feeling dizzy and nauseous as if hungover from a night of drinking mushroom-wine with the Drow of Wevenore. Your recollection is hazy, with only the most visceral moments snapping into focus—one at a time—and then swimming in and out of conscious recollection. In your ear, Irinnile is cooing and urring.“So fuckin’ big and STRONG baby,” she compliments you. “So BRUTAL and so PASSIONATE. Ooo, I fuckin’ LOVE what you did with this place... Think there’s any more of ‘em? Think we could maybe fuck the next one before we kill ‘em?! Come on, I know you’ve got it in you—you’re so fuckin’ HARD for me! Come on, come on, I'm ALMOST THERE!”“Shut up,” you groan, feeling…>Sickened with yourself. You’ve always done what you had to in war, and in ruling your conquered subjects, but what you just did… That was wrong. Wrong on a fundamental level that even YOU can’t deny. You need to regain control!>Strangely satisfied. You have always been bound up in so much responsibility—to yourself, your mother, your superiors, your gods and ancestors, and your kingdom and its future. Finally, you got to be FREE! To be what a Dragon King should be: a predator, feared by all the pathetic prey of this world!>Terrified. What just happened?! You… You totally lost control of yourself. It’s this damn blade, and this demon inside. You KNEW you shouldn’t trust demons! Throw it down, cast it away! Pray, and meditate, and breathe. Why can’t you breathe?![No write-ins, but embellishments are permitted]Mystery 20 to be addressed
>>5591384>Strangely satisfied. You have always been bound up in so much responsibility—to yourself, your mother, your superiors, your gods and ancestors, and your kingdom and its future. Finally, you got to be FREE! To be what a Dragon King should be: a predator, feared by all the pathetic prey of this world! It is good to let loose- you probably should have some time ago- but you also will not let this rule you. This energy has had its day; perhaps a time will come again when this is appropriate, but now is not it.
>>5591384>Strangely satisfied. You have always been bound up in so much responsibility—to yourself, your mother, your superiors, your gods and ancestors, and your kingdom and its future. Finally, you got to be FREE! To be what a Dragon King should be: a predator, feared by all the pathetic prey of this world!>Indulge a bit more to finish filling Irinnile upLet Irinnile satiated herself on our emotions as well- it’ll give her more juice to control the GK for longer.
>>5591384>>Sickened with yourself. You’ve always done what you had to in war, and in ruling your conquered subjects, but what you just did… That was wrong. Wrong on a fundamental level that even YOU can’t deny. You need to regain control!Are we not a champion of both love and darkness? This is a path that leans too far from our core. Without self control we lose who we are, who we want to be...back link >>5590677
>>5591384>Strangely satisfied. You have always been bound up in so much responsibility—to yourself, your mother, your superiors, your gods and ancestors, and your kingdom and its future. Finally, you got to be FREE! To be what a Dragon King should be: a predator, feared by all the pathetic prey of this world! I dont think we should make it a habit of slaughtering mammals, but slaughtering cultists of a different religion especially when its group neither side particularly likes I think its cool with me, not like I give a shit anyway, just try to keep the blood from the door so its not found out till later
>>5591778[Not to steer your vote, but if you don't want Theral to embrace a more hedonistic and sadistic approach to dealing with enemy populations, you may wish to select a different option. This vote will characterize his attitude towards Irinnile, demonism, and enacting extreme violence moving forward.]
>>5591384>Strangely satisfied. You have always been bound up in so much responsibility—to yourself, your mother, your superiors, your gods and ancestors, and your kingdom and its future. Finally, you got to be FREE! To be what a Dragon King should be: a predator, feared by all the pathetic prey of this world!>>5591827I mean, I’d rather have a positive attitude towards Iri and extreme violence? It’s not that I think we should indulge in the impulse often, I just want the option on the table without the Dragonborn having a breakdown- like him trying to cross a puddle.
>>5591847>>5591778>>5591772>>5591596>>5591413[We seem to have a heavy elan, so I'll lock the vote and write one more update tonight.]
>>5591868“Oh come on,” Irinnile whispers lasciviously, her unholy energies caressing your aura with practiced tenderness all the while, “you know you like it.”And she’s… Not wrong. Your heart is battering at your ribcage with a frantic intensity you have felt rarely in your life, even with as exciting as it has been these last two years. You have always been bound up in so much responsibility—to yourself, your mother, your superiors, your gods and ancestors, and your kingdom and its future. Finally, you got to be FREE! To be what a Dragon King should be: a predator, feared by all the pathetic prey of this world!“I do not wish to make a habit of this,” you say, forcing yourself to breathe deeply of the cool night air to calm the inflammation within and without. “These were heretics, outcasts to all the gods. This will NOT be how I conduct myself.”“Of course not,” Irinnile assures you. “This is a sometimes treat. But it IS delicious, ain’t it? You DO want another taste of all this SOME day… Amirite?”You pause, but only momentarily, before you answer “Yes,” and with a conviction you cannot deny. You can practically picture Irinnile clapping, and giggling, and bouncing.“That’s my naughty little nephew, doin’ Aunty Iri and his hot-to-trot momma PROUD!”“Well, if you liked THAT,” speaks another, unfamiliar voice, “imagine what -I- can offer you?”
>>5591918You whirl around to face this newcomer… But you see nothing but blood, guts, ruination, and the emptiness of this sad little empire freshly cleansed of life… Until, from the sky descends a single bird. It is a corvid, black-and-white of feather, as one might see make feats of any such slaughter… But as it alights upon the grisly fingerpainting which you have made of the cult’s young, ti does not eat of them. Rather, it regards the scene with curious and unsettling intelligence.“Baby…”>20 for enemy probability“I know,” you quickly respond to Irinnile’s unspoken warning. “Thiss iss your ‘Inky’.”“‘Inky’?” the bird croaks in its queer mimicry of human vocalization. “Really? Well, then again, what else can one expect of a SUCCUBUS, especially of THAT succubus?”You tune out Irinnile’s furious retort—most unintelligible anyway—and instead take up a battle stance. It feels absurd against such a tiny and outwardly-insignificant adversary, but you know better than to take something at its face value.“Anyway,” the Incubus continues, “what is in a name? I have dressed myself in so, so many… In names, faces, dreams, identities. So many aspirants, all vying for an ideal self that they only glimpsed in visions… Until I made those dreams real. Until I unleashed their true selves.”The bird tilts its head, a gesture you find yourself unconsciously mirroring in your own uncertainty of what to do.“Well,” the corvid caws, “until you turned the dream into QUITE the nightmare. I’d ask why… But the answer seems obvious.”“You broke your pact with my mother,” you note, perhaps more directly than you normally would in part to the lingering ‘high’ of your uninhibited atrocity. “With the Sserpent Priesssthood, the Massster Race, and the Dark Godsss Beyond and Below. I have come to collect.”“I did no such thing!” the incubus-within-the-bird protests. “I did not move against your people, didn’t expose them, didn’t EVER attack them. But you… Well, YOU broke with the pact quite brutally here. Did you realize?”You didn’t, but you suppose it makes sense. Whatever the terms of your mother’s deal with this new demon were, they surely involved mutual nonaggression to make ANY sense of such an alliance.“It does not matter,” you say.“Doesn’t it?” the incubus asks. “I say again: I am in the business of granting dreams. And such DREAMS you dream, little dragon! I see it in you: you aspire to TRULY magnificent things. And yet you truck with this treasonous little tart who PRETENDS at being a Greater Demon.”“I AM a Greater Demon!” Irinnile all but shrieks. “You KNOW it, you catty bird BITCH!”
>>5591925“Well,” the Incubus notes, “greatness is relative. I'm free, and master of my domain, while I sense you are bound to… Another? That you’re actually already in a new relationship—what, you abandoned this fellow’s mother so readily, to traipse about with her killer?”You narrow your eyes. An educated guess, or does this devil somehow KNOW what happened between Yosef and your late creator?“Does this poor boy KNOW that you love the Green Knight now?” the Incubus asks, almost innocently. “I mean, if a succubus can ever be said to love ANYONE. Your kind ARE so very impressionable and directionless.”She LOVES Yosef? It’s a big deal, if true… And it makes a certain amount of sense. If this is the case, does Irinnile actually mean to help you, or is this all a trick? You’d thought her a sort of bound slave to her deal, but is she actively trying to preserve her master, and her union with him? Is she even now sevring his ends?“Baby, come on,” Irinnile says, responding to your silence. “This is, like, an obvious ‘big fuckin villain sewing distrust’ kinda’ bluff, right? Like, you must get this shit all the time, doin’ your Hero of Darkness schtick, right?”Well, you haven’t ACTUALLY faced many psychologically subversive enemies… But Irinnile IS right that, were you trying to foment schismatic sentiment in an enemy camp, that IS the sort of tack you would take.“Plus,” Irinnile coos, “we’re so GOOD together. You think I’m just gonna’ give up on givin’ you another ride ‘round the block?”You feel the succubus’ warmth suffusing you, pouring into your heart and spreading sensuously through your veins and across your skin, embracing your gut and loins and massaging you in an almost tangible fashion. At her urging, you feel your prick and sword-arm twitch as one.“Let’s fuck this motherfucker way the FUCK up!” she whispers viciously, and you feel the demonic frenzy beginning to take hold of you once more.It strikes you—deep in the logical sphere of your lizard brain—that Irinnile was not capable of affecting such tangible influence on you before you started feeding her souls, and embracing the violent carnality which the demoness has inspired in you. Suddenly, it feels… Right. Is that normal? It feels so GOOD. Do you care?
>>5591929The Incubus sighs, preening a wing, and flutters up into the air. The viscera of its butchered fellowship begin to rise to meet it, swirling about it and forming grotesque halo from your awful works.“I don’t wish to fight you,” the Incubus says. “Even now, I am NOT your enemy unless you make me one. I have influence throughout Hawksong such as your paltry pet in that silly sword can only DREAM of wielding… Political influence, in the highest halls of power. You are here to finish what your mother started twenty years ago, aren’t you? It’s me, not HER< that can make that dream come true.”You…>Listen the what the Incubus has to say—it’s worth hearing it out, at least, and maybe making a deal if it can offer you access to the Princess of Hawksong>Came here to slay a demon and feed it to your weird, estranged ‘Aunt’, and that’s what you’re going to do!>Aren’t about to trust either of these demons entirely—you’ll drop the Kinslayer, and transform your shoggoth-cuirass once more into a demon-eating aberration-blade!>Wonder if this crow-form could be a distraction… Might it be prudent to take your eyes off of the prize (and the most immediate threat) just to check on your ally, Halle, for JUST a moment?>Write-in[Tactics and specification of stratgems are welcomed, if you're attacking, while questions and proposals for negotiation are likewise very appreciated. Dividing your attention or attempting to do multiple things will result in increased DCs to all of them.]
>>5591931>Wonder if this crow-form could be a distraction… Might it be prudent to take your eyes off of the prize (and the most immediate threat) just to check on your ally, Halle, for JUST a moment?O fuccWhat did our fails in religion do? Got us an itty bit corrupted?
>>5591931>>Wonder if this crow-form could be a distraction… Might it be prudent to take your eyes off of the prize (and the most immediate threat) just to check on your ally, Halle, for JUST a moment?Also, team trust the sword demon.
>>5592083[I use Rwligion or Arcana as your "will save", depending on what is more applicable to the given enemy or threat.]
>>5592247I can't not read Rwligion as RUwUligion.
>>5591931>Wonder if this crow-form could be a distraction… Might it be prudent to take your eyes off of the prize (and the most immediate threat) just to check on your ally, Halle, for JUST a moment?
>>5591931>Listen the what the Incubus has to say—it’s worth hearing it out, at least, and maybe making a deal if it can offer you access to the Princess of HawksongI mean, we are planning on coming back to take this place. We could offer him a place among our nobility, in exchange for serving us loyal, a non-backstab clause, and whatever pact Iri has with the GK, but with our family.
>>5591931>Aren’t about to trust either of these demons entirely—you’ll drop the Kinslayer, and transform your shoggoth-cuirass once more into a demon-eating aberration-blade!these demons are out of controltime to feed shoggy
>>5591931>Wonder if this crow-form could be a distraction… Might it be prudent to take your eyes off of the prize (and the most immediate threat) just to check on your ally, Halle, for JUST a moment?It’s 100% a distraction Have our shoggoth armour ready I also don’t like how Irinnile is twisting our mind…we are the dominant force, not her. We will need to overwhelm her with our Aura and Dragon Soul at a later point
>>5592401Also, his real name. We can get our Aura to get concessions from him if need be.I wouldn’t mind rewarding him after he kills Yosef desu (or finds a way to revoke her pact), but it’s have to be an indirect deal, so as not to conflict with our pact.I know you’d like to keep Yosef alive RQM- and in a sense, so would I, >>5592761If we’re doing it, do it while abusing the Green Knight (maybe cut his other hand off with her), and have her make the same deal with us, plus total subservience (with it becoming unconditional when her Yosef Pact dies). I like Iri, but if she’s, like, in love with Yosef, then she needs to be made into our bitch instead.
>>5593052>keeping Yosef alive[Hm? I mean, sure, but you had your showdown and his pact has caused you difficulty. He's already served a worthy enough narrative role either way. And it's not like there isn't anither Yosef or two, present company included. Don't keep him alive for my sake.]
>>5593060I think narratively, keeping him alive is interesting. I’m honestly hoping that we could corrupt him (would be epic as hell). My main concern and contention is of Iri having other loyalties (and to what extent those loyalties lie). Now, I don’t trust Inky, and his Schneizel Shenanigans in particular (I always hated that Black Knight betrayal, like, you trust the enemy who just nuked your city over the man who brings you victory against said enemy? Like, come on man!), but his Pact-dar is… interesting, actually. How did he figure that one out?
>>5592761>>5592708>>5592401>>5592251>>5592094>>5592083[Votes (and mood) tallied!]>>5592249[Pic related]>>5593065[Fair, fair. Well, I'll do my best to entertain either way! Voting locked.]
>>5593085You hesitate for a moment. While you can’t deny the wonderful, horrible pleasure of the passions the succubus rouses in you… Well, you don’t wholly trust her. There’s more to what this ‘Inky’ says than a mere bluff, you sense that much. Does he have some sort of sense for pacts, to so quickly identify that Irinnile’s and was to another and not to you? And what if he’s right—what if she loves the Yosef heir? No, you will need to do something to assert your dominance over this demoness in time, so she can learn who rules and who serves in your relationship. In spite of all that, though, you trust the Incubus itself SUBSTANTIALLY less… And if it senses Irinnile’s pact, it ALSO likely senses the green Knight’s current location.“This is a distraction,” you hiss in the True Speech, as the realization hits you.You turn about, confident in your <Danger Sense> to protect you from any attacks from behind and in your athleticism to allow you to dodge and retaliate. Your boots pound the cobblestones as you hurry to where you left the Infiltrator called Halle, minding the felled and ensorcelled knight.“OhshitohshitohshiiiIIIIiit!” you hear Irinnile wailing from within Kinslayer’s confines. “Th-they gotta’ be okay, right? We weren’t gone for too long, right?”“Shut UP,” you growl, trying to tune out her psychic noise to listen for sounds of trouble in the material realm.Irinnile obliges, to her credit, and you hear shouts of alarm and the sounds of a scuffle. You round a corner into the nearby alley across the way from the devastated cult-complex, and there find two black-clad brigands, wearing raven-beaked masks and wielding crude clubs, cornering your Infiltrator ally. The Green Knight has been dropped like the limp liability that he presently is, and Halle has drawn her assassin’s blade to defend herself; a third figure, black robes oozing red ichor, attests to some success on her part, but blood dripping from Halle’s head and a certain wobbliness in her unsteady footwork attests to an unfortunately even exchange of aggression.
>>5593103“Heinrich!” Irinnile cries, and attempts to pull you into the fray by your sword-rm. “You fuckers!”Behind you—so close that a chill passes through you, before you recognize it as mere telepathic projection—you hear the Incubus’ analysis: “She is quite the fretful lover, isn’t she, when she is made to truly care?”You say nothing."Didn't I tell you?" the Incubus gently chides. "But come, let us talk business... Leader to leader. What can I do to restore trust between our camps?"What will you do?>Rush to defend your ally and your unconscious patsy—you need him for your plan, to implant Irinnile and supplant his consciousness, and thus infiltrate the palace, which IS why you did all this>Restrain Irinnile, and instruct Infiltrator Halle to stand down—let them do with the Green Knight what they will, while you negotiate terms>Overpower Kinslayer with your will (if you can) and instead redirect Irinnile’s fury towards her pact-mate—skewer the Green Knight>Release the blade, and let Kinslayer Irinnile do what she will—while you summon the shoggoth-sword and turn your own wrath upon the current avatar of the Incubus>Write-in
>>5593106Ahhh, fuck. This one is agonizing, so much pulling in different directions.>Rush to defend your ally and your unconscious patsy—you need him for your plan, to implant Irinnile and supplant his consciousness, and thus infiltrate the palace, which IS why you did all thisI believe we may yet find more use out of Heinrich, so this is my pick, but man am I not sure.
>>5593106>Restrain Irinnile, and instruct Infiltrator Halle to stand down—let them do with the Green Knight what they will, while you negotiate termsGive us your true name, first off- and we can work our way up from there. Also, call your boys off- GK is our slave, and Halle a worthy servant. I’m curious though, how did you sense the pact?Also completely fine with skewering the GK with Iri, partially because I do think he’ll leave, and partially because it’d be amusing.
>>5593115I’m also fine with that- honestly though? So long as Inky himself doesn’t touch the GK, I don’t mind them being very rough with him (including torture, but not to the point of death).I do think there’s a deal to be worked out with Inky (at least the restoration of non-aggression after his assistance, among other lucrative deals), but I’m also fine not doing it. Really, there is no point in fighting further- we already got what we came here for- so anything else is pure gravy. Non-aggression, a place in our empire (subservient of course, but with liberties), not being on Death’s personal shitlist- could be very lucrative.
>>5593106>Release the blade, and let Kinslayer Irinnile do what she will—while you summon the shoggoth-sword and turn your own wrath upon the current avatar of the Incubus
>>5593106>Restrain Irinnile, and instruct Infiltrator Halle to stand down—let them do with the Green Knight what they will, while you negotiate terms>>5593115>"I believe we may yet find more use out of Heinrich, so this is my pick, but man am I not sure."The green knight is Hella dangerous, and has powerful adventurer allies in hawksong. The inccubus is offer us a once in lifetime chance of getting out of deal we made with Irinnile.we can't kill the green knight and presumably we can't order any of our subordinates to kill the green knight, but the inccubus is a rival or enemy so if he offs the green knight will be free from Heinrich.
I won't let incubus put his demonic hand on green knight. He'll come back as Demonic Green Knight to make us roll for Anal circumference.>Release the blade, and let Kinslayer Irinnile do what she will—while you summon the shoggoth-sword and turn your own wrath upon the current avatar of the IncubusPower word : Murder
Quick question, would intervene to let inky kill GK (I want him dead too) break our oath as knight ascendant?There are a couple issues, Iri did say his death by our negligence would count, but that could also (and I think is) creative interpretation from her.We very specifically said WE would not KILL the emerald chucklefuck, we never said he would not die or GET KILLED under our vigil.Would lawyering displease serpent ascendant?I'm leaning from a maybe to no
>>5593286>>5593157The incubus wants to calmly negotiate with us, his aid could be useful in the future when it comes time to invade hawksong. Also we don't have any allies in this city right now since we got separated from roth and olu.Also wasn't it stated that succbi mold themselves to fit the taste of their current pact holder/host, as long as the green knight is alive Irinnile may remain loyal and devoted to him. Which is giga cucked if we plan to make use of her and the sword.
>>5593374We promised that we wouldn’t kill him, not protect him from harm and death. It’s partially why I think we can skewer him with Iri- it ain’t causing his death if Iri prevents him from bleeding out (and quite frankly, I want to test the full extent of this ‘love’ hypothesis Inky brings up).>>5593599Inky would be useful, and beyond Iri’s feeding, I don’t see much of a point in continuing the antagonism. So long as Inky doesn’t violate or influence the integrity of GK’s soul, I’m fine with him or his minions abusing and beating the GK further.Really, the GK making a pact with a demon would do well to discredit him if we fail to corrupt him onto our side.
>>5593115>>5593157>>5593246>>5593119>>5593286[I tally a 60/40 lean to oppose the Incubus in some form, with a slim preference among that camp to use the shoggoth-sword and to release Kinslayer to protect Yosef and Halle. If you wish to modify your vote, so so in the next hour; when I get home, I'm writing!]
Rolled 1, 17, 12 = 30 (3d20)>>5594165>>5594118You contemplate the offer for only a fraction of a second before releasing the Kinslayer, and letting it fly.“Go.”You don’t hear Irinnile’s reply, but as you turn your back on the chaos, you hear the screams of the Incubus’ minions, and you know she is showing them the same tenderness and mercy which the two of you showed the rest of this sad little cult to this lesser shade. As tempting as it was to cast the dice and see what became of Heinrich Yosef, it was never a real option. You came to this city—to this slum—on a mission. You are here to impregnate a princess, and Irinnile’s troublesome master is a part of that plan now, for better or worse. Besides, who knows what the blasted ‘Greater Demon’ had in store for the Green Knight? It would be foolhardy to assume the answer is a swift death and the liberation of the succubus from the knight’s clutches—after all, if you see the value in the would-be dragonslayer, this ‘Inky’ surely does too.“Pity,” the Incubus’ uncanny projection oozes from around the corner of the alley. “We could have been friends, or at least partners in crime.”“I come not as a criminal,” you say, as your shoggoth cuirass separates from your skin and begins to shape itself once more into its sword-form. “I am a conqueror, and I don’t require anything from YOU excccept your esssenccce.”“Have it your way,” the Incubus says wearily.At that cue, a half-dozen humanoids clad in the same bird-themed assassin-garb round the corner, clutching kitchen implements, chair legs, what appear to be sporting equipment, and even an actual sword (albeit not of highest quality). Your own sword is still in the process of forming, your mind and mana occupied in directing the process, and you are thus forced you to fall back upon fisticuffs. Luckily, while it is not your PREFERRED method of combat, you are no slouch in the arena of unarmed combat, either.[DC 17/19, for you are distracted, unarmed against armed opponents (and without your usual natural weapons), and outnumbered as well.]
Rolled 3, 5, 19, 2 = 29 (4d20)>>5594187>1At first, it is all you can do to stay out of reach and deflect their blows. A few times you fumble, forgetting the absence of your spade-tipped tail and rending class in this sad human form. You are outnumbered, distracted, unarmed, and out-of-your-element…>17…But you are still, and ever shall be, the Dragonborn Antipaladin, Champion of the Master Race, Copper King of Bloodrise! You have been practicing martially every single day upon waking since you became a Knight Ascendant in order to maintain your oath, and for most of your life besides. These are rabble—you are , as you earlier asserted, a CONQUEROR! You use your mighty frame and desperate savagery to throw off the mammals who pile upon you, tanking several blows that would leave a lesser foe dazed. You fall back upon dirty tactics when more traditional martial arts fail you—a groin-kick here, an eye-gouge there. You stomp ankles, break wrists. Your brutality and determination to hold your ground send the weakling cultists scurrying like the rodents they descended from, fleeing from your draconic fists of fury to the opposite end of the alley in much worse shape than you arrived.And in that time, you form the sword.The shoggoth-sword is not as it was, once upon a time. Originally, it was a misshapen and unwieldy thing, with a jagged edge composed of tooth-like spiked and cancerous-looking nodules; it could shop like an axe, rip like a saw, but was more of a war-club than a proper sword. Your tutelage under the Nothic, sibling to the being which birthed your blade and creation of the Dark God of Knowledge, has paid off. Now, the weapon you wield is shoggoth-SWORD in truth; still serrated along the tip to inflict terrible damage, but with each tooth thin and deadly-sharp along its cutting edge, like that of a shark. Its veiny, sinuous surface is smooth, aerodynamic.Its envy-green eyes, remnant of the last demon you fed this sword, stare hungrily down the alleyway, and ichor drips down the cutting edge like drool.“Very well,” the Incubus says, annoyance turned to frustration now. “I will do it myself.”Rolling for allies...
Rolled 11, 19, 15, 5, 8 = 58 (5d20)>>5594195“Yesss,” you agree.Kinslayer hovers into the corner of your vision, floating in the air beside you. You can’t HEAR Irinnile right now, but you can practically imagine her frenzy—furious, aroused by the blood seeping into her luminous blade, hungry for more carnage.“Luckily,” you boast, “I have allied myssself with better help than you have.”Kinslayer plunges forward, craving a bloody channel through the mislead mammalian minions of the allegedly-great demon. You follow the succubus-sword’s lead, albeit a bit slower than the flying sword can seemingly travel when properly fueled with the fear of the dead and dying. Unimpeded by the chaff, you find battle instead with their leader…“Hm.”Your grunt is an understatement, to be sure. The incubus is… Not as you left it. You’d expected some little crow-thing, or perhaps a possessed cultist with better armaments. What you find instead is both… And neither… And something altogether worse. The corvid you saw gathering the gore of your rampage to it has coalesced all the spilled blood and guts around a frame of reknitted bone from several skeletons—the children, primarily. Shoulders made from smashed-and-reformed skulls roll as the strange and terrible figure acclimates to this new war-form. The crow itself has become a sort of bizarre mask, stretched out and contorted around a lumpy face of mangled flesh. Entire hands have been reshaped into long, over-articulated fingers, which have combined in turn into great hands. It does not bleed, for a thin membrane of black charcoal has sealed into a coagulated sort of scab-skin across this awful flesh-puppet. Luckily, you are not without tricks of your own.You point the shoggoth-sword at the creature from several body-lengths away-outside of even this ungainly thing’s reach—and will the blade to extend outward into a thin, piercing spear, aiming for the crow upon the face—surely the ‘brain’ of this thing, if it has any such analogue to the organ at all?[DC 15/17/19, reduced from 16/18/20 thanks to your Sword Mastery]
>>5594201>19, 15The manoeuvre catches your foe off-guard. With a squawk and a shriek, the bird flaps wildly upon the half-formed head of the thing. Long limbs reach out to grab you, but You take a step back and the shoggoth-sword extends yet further, keeping the occult flesh-golem at bay.>Enemy HP: 2/3>>Regenerating??Yet still, it comes. If it feels pain at the penetration, it does not last long. The incubus animates its fell shell to rip itself away from your stabbing spear-sword with great violence, redistributing the newly reconstituted human viscera upon the cobblestones as it tears itself free. Almost immediately, the wound begins to close, and the crow to calm. "All you did was ruffle my feathers, little lizard," the Incubus mocks you from within your own mind, causing you to wince as you force the intrusive thoughts out.The physical form of the dread demon lurches forwards, unevenly but with great speed, and you…>Take another step back, and stab for it again—this time, at the core of the thing!>Reconstitute your sword to a more appropriate shape for closer combat, and step forward to meet this abomination in glorious battle!>Light it up with dragonfire—burn the flesh from bone, and see how it moves then!>Attempt to wield moon-magic against this demon—light beats dark, right?>Play defense with your Ring of Protection while you use your biological and arcane knowledge to look for a weakness>Write--in
>>5594208>Reconstitute your sword to a more appropriate shape for closer combat, and step forward to meet this abomination in glorious battle!>Stoke your sword's hunger as best you can through your connection with it- it will know what to do when it tastes the Incubus' flesh again
>>5594208>Reconstitute your sword to a more appropriate shape for closer combat, and step forward to meet this abomination in glorious battle!
>>5594208>Light it up with dragonfire—burn the flesh from bone, and see how it moves then!>Attempt to wield moon-magic against this demon—light beats dark, right?>AuraWelp, time to beat his ass, then demand total unconditional servitude. We can just waltz right into the Palace with Inky.
>>5594208>>Light it up with dragonfire—burn the flesh from bone, and see how it moves then!>>Attempt to wield moon-magic against this demon—light beats dark, right?I want to cut of the regen, maybe one of the two option can?
>>5594208>Reconstitute your sword to a more appropriate shape for closer combat>Stoke your sword's hunger as best you can through your connection with it- it will know what to do when it tastes the Incubus' flesh again>Light it up with dragonfire / our Aura - burn the flesh from bone, and see how it moves then!
>>5594521>>5594436>>5594426>>5594256>>5594246>>5594213[I'm currently thinking this vote looks like an initial attempt to handle the demon from a distance with firebreath, moon-blast, and aura, with CQC to fall back on in a pinch. Seem fair?]Vote closes in an hour and a half
>>5595287Sounds fair to me.
>>5595287I’m fine with that. Still wish we could’ve negotiated with him, but we can take his unconditional surrender.
Rolled 18, 3, 4 = 25 (3d20)>>5595330>>5595316>>5595287You step back and swing the sword forward again. Already moving swiftly, the incubus’ war-form is caught upon your blade, snagged upon the toothy edge of it as the fanged surface reverses course to catch jaggedly on loose flesh. Oh, you’re strong, and skilled, and in a pinch you’re sure you’d win a sword fight, but you’re not STUPID. The incubus is wearing a bespoke combat-body, and there’s no good reason to face it at full strength when you could weaken it a little first.You take a deep breath, and flex your jaw a little bit. Doing this feels strange in your human guise, illusory and superficial as the transformation may be. The reflexes don’t come as naturally as they normally do. Still, the fire-lung is untransformed, the false palate in the back of your throat still flaps and flexes into place to form the channel. You purse your strange, ape-like lips and the rest flows as it should. The dragonfire erupts, swallowing up the raven-faced hellspawn in fury, flame, and acrid smoke…“Just like home! How thoughtful of you.”The voice is no closer than it was before, being a psychic projection, so only your <Danger Sense> warns you to leap back and avoid the demon’s grasping hand as it surges out of the flame. Hidden from your sight by your own breath-weapon’s after-effects, the incubus avatar closed distance with you before you even consciously realized it. Worse yet, you haven’t yet recoiled your elongated shoggoth-sword to a more appropriate size for close-quarters combat. You’d been counting on maintaining distance a little longer. After all, while all demons are fire-RESISTANT, this is just a form manufactured of human meat, and you hardly expected it to be completely firePROOF!Luckily, then, your <Radiant Aura> is not fire. You dodge another blow, and will it to manifest...2d20 Intimidation + bonus die for high Religion score; DC 15, +1 for casting in close quarters, +1 for activating an ability reliant upon your Fearsome Presence while it is suppressed somewhat by your Amulet of Disguise
Rolled 10, 4, 4 = 18 (3d20)>>5595430The incubus reaches out with both arms to grasp you. Your aura flares to life… But it is hardly radiant, not at first. Partly it might be the distraction of casting in combat, while moving and twisting, breathing heavily, and unable to focus your mind. Another impediment might be the Amulet of Disguise—earlier, you needed to take it off to even project your Fearsome Presence upon the Infiltrator called Halle, and she is a reptile born, and of considerably less spiritual fortitude than this hellish thing.>18But you have faith in the Serpent Ascendant, and in your own might beneathw ahtever physical form you may wear. That belief, that surety, is rewarded. You do not flinch or recoil, but stand tall, and the light of your pride and faith glows brightly in a sudden and spectacular surge. The incubus silently shrinks back, its mental chatter stopped as it cringes and winces, the borrowed or stolen flesh of its massacred flock peeling away from the bone in its haste to escape your judgement…But as you craw the stations of the moon with left hand and right foot, you make certain to ensure that it does NOT.Elementalism. DC 15, -1 because the enemy has been weakened, -1 because of your Hexblade skill and earlier success in sword combat.
Rolled 4, 16, 16, 19, 3 = 58 (5d20)>>5595434Your enemy is tenacious, though, and clever. As you prepare the spell, the incubus was not merely cowering, but preparing as well. You realize this only when it is too late. Upon holding out your hand in the cupped ‘crescent gesture’ by which you can project the <Moonbeam> spell, you expect to see you foe blast back, maybe blown apart; what you don’t expect is for the incubus’ avatar to explode outward into a network of veins, sinews, and bones, each carried by a carrion crow. They squawk and cackle in a dozen voices—some bird, some human—as they fly in every direction, dodging the beam of light and suddenly swarming upon you. You stagger back and shield yourself…Or start to. You stop, and hold steady. To your grim pleasure, the divebombing crows—each a fragment of the incubus’ full power—are helpless to violate the sanctity of your aura. Once again, the swarm of avian terrors is forced to coalesce into a more solid, approachable form—this time, feather-speckled terrible-clawed, full of jutting bones and spines, with a horrid half-bird skull glowering eyelessly at you.“That shield of faith cannot protect you from me forever,” the incubus boasts. “Even with all your stolen energy from that ghost you’ve trapped within you, you cannot hold at bay all those I have amassed… All that I have BECOME.”You draw back the shoggoth-sword—now sized as your moonblade back at the northern forward base.“I don’t need to,” you calmly reply, and shoot him a forced grin.The incubus, incensed, attacks. The <Radiant Aura> blinds and blisters it, but the demon presses on, probe at the weak spots in your godly glory. IT approaches you at a run, and yet the repelling force makes it look as if it is in slow-motion, underwater, sluggishly wading through the pressure of your power.You step forward, and swing your blade in a great cleave.DC12/15/18
>>5595442aw yea babyget shogged
>>5595442Don’t even need pants to beat him.
>>5595442>>5595457>>5595462>16You cut a deep gouge through the lesser shadow which has dared approach you with pretentions to false godhood. It open up, spilling forth thrice-dead, hellfire-cooked guts, and shedding charred-black feathers. >HP: 1/3>>Regeneration haltedAnimated by a bodiless will as it is, you aren’t sure if it feels pain, but the sheer force of your cleave nearly severs a limb; thus, the incubus-avatar is forced to bend the knee, literally, as it stumbles forwards swinging wildly for you.>16>0/3You remove both arms with another well-placed chop, which puts an end to that. Then, you close your eyes a moment, willing the shoggoth-shard in your grasp to awaken—not wholly, just half-awake state. You stir its hunger, rousing your pet to feed. Eyes begin to sprout across the xpanding, widening blade. Each of them fixes on the incubus now. Gasping, groaning mouths fitted with ill-shapen analogous to teeth salivate among them, pitting and pockmarking the blade.“NO!” the mind-voice of this impetuous pretender shrieks. “I… I recognize that other aura now… That’s word, it is…”“An aberration ssspecially crafted to conssume all,” you agree. “Do you ssenssse the oness it hass already feassted upon, within it, incubussss?”The demon must for its form jerks, spasms… And from its back, a blood-soaked crow flops out, flapping its wings to cast away the vitae of your victims. It launches itself skyward away, dreaming to escape with the demon’s true self safe within, outside of your reach…>19But the demon underestimates you in this, as it has from the beginning. You leap forwards, springboard off the collapsing wreck of the incubus’ abandoned war-form, and launch yourself into the air. With a roaring battle-cry which rips through your half-disguised vocal cords, you swing the deformed and ever-toothing war-club of a weapon which the shoggoth-sword has again become. Its massive surface area swats the corvid from the air like you were swatting a particularly pesky fly. It crashes to earth like a dark angel, and crumples like a water paper back on impact.You land just beyond your fallen foe upon two feet and one fist; with that hand, you push up and rise to your full height, turning to gaze bemusedly upon the crumpled, barely-even-undead remnant of the Incubus’ bird-host. You can sense the demonic presence within the body—the incubus is trapped now, with no handy body to escape into and no unrendered flesh to reconsecrate to its purposes.“It is just you,” you say darkly in the True Speech, “and me.”You advance on the pile of flesh and feathers which now binds your helpless victim, and lift your blade…“Hey!”You stop for a moment, and Kinslayer swings into your vision from behind you, still wet with the blood which even now seems into the metaphysical space within.
>>5595484You are surprised to hear Irinnile’s voice without holding the hilt of the animated weapon… But then, the succubus within HAS consumed her share of souls and suffering tonight, you suppose.“We had a deal, ‘member?” the succubus nags. “I get ta’ eat Inky, an’ then I possess Ricky an’ we go… You know, get it ~done~! Ooo, imagine how good it's gonna' feel, me 'n you, when I have all that power... A HUNDRED TIMES as good as you were feelin' earlier!”“You have proven yourself,” a weak whisper emerges from the mashed corvid between you and the hovering sword. “I… Submit. I have a prince of this city in my pocket… I am willing to make a deal, and to… To SERVE.”The incubus doesn’t sound HAPPY about such an arrangement, but it’s hardly in a position to bargain. You could demand its true name, bind it to your will… The demon is certainly powerful enough to be a useful minion, and if what it says about having insinuated a PRINCE into its service… Well, that’s your ticket to the princess!“You can’t trust this scumsuckin’ little shit!” Irinnile pleads. “Come on, big boy, my way’s more fun! An’ ME, you can trust… ““Can I?” you speculate aloud, recalling her earlier reaction to the attempted assassination or kidnapping of ‘Ricky’ the Green Knight.“Your momma did,” the succubus says quietly. “Come on, baby. It’s me… Hot Aunty Iri, right? Your momma trusted me… You can, too.”CAN Irinnile be trusted? Can ‘Inky’ be, with enough coercion and a draconianly-worded pact? Can ANY demon really be considered a reliable tool, with their will and agenda always partly their own, inherently contrary to all that lives—ever scheming, manipulating, advancing their own personal cause? Maybe it would be best to just feed the incubus to the shoggoth-sword, and make do with what you already have, lest you rely on forces even YOU can’t control?“Come oooon,” Irinnile begs. “I’m on my KNEES for you here, baby. We had a deal, right? Your big boss is all about keepin’ your word, right?”What will you do?>Consummate your original plan: allow Irinnile to eat and absorb the incubus>Deny Irinnile her pleasure, and instead make a pact with the incubus>Irinnile can help you with what power she has now—feed the incubus to the shoggoth-sword>Write-in[If you’re making a pact with Inky or a contingent deal with Irinnile, please specify any specific conditions, clauses, objectives, etcetera.]
>>5595488You know, if we just let the shoggoth-sword eat them BOTH, we can put the GK down for good, and it gets all this weird demon-scheming out of the way.But I don't think that's what Theral would do.>Allow Irinnile to consume the Incubus, but only once bound to a pact: she will serve you and all of your sons and family, so long as any of you live, sworn to protect you and keep all promises made to you, and to forever further the Reptilian cause now and future.>And also not to EVER attempt to control you again.
>>5595488>Deny Irinnile her pleasure, and instead make a pact with the incubusTotal unconditional service, servitude, and support, in the spirit of the deal, to the Dragonborn and his line. I want it as ironclad as GK’s deal with Iri is- I ain’t play these mindgames with technicalities again. Control of the Prince would allow us a lot of benefits, one of which is protection of our godschild.>Make a pact with Irinnile- she will love and serve you unconditionally (when her current deal with the GK is done) and all of your sons and family, so long as any of you live, sworn to protect you and keep all promises made to you. In exchange, she’ll absorb Inky’s demon servants.Same iron tight deal that the GK would’ve made. Inky does have subservient demons Iri can consume instead.
>>5595488>Irinnile can help you with what power she has now—feed the incubus to the shoggoth-swordsorry thot, shoggy is the only waifu we need
>>5595488Actually, if you don’t mind RQM, I would like the Dragonborn to inquire as to the relationship between Iri and Ricky, and Iri’s feelings towards him. I think that would help make up my mind on the matter.
>>5595488>>Consummate your original plan: allow Irinnile to eat and absorb the incubus
>>5595494Supporting. If she won’t do the deal, feed our sword >>5595558Agree with this though - a quick discussion seems fitting
>>5595513I like this idea, play them off against each other and enlist the service of two instead of one.
>>5595724It would definitely be nice.>>5595728Ye, that is the plan- play them off each other in order to get the better deal.
>>5595967>>5595728>>5595724>>5595635>>5595558>>5595526>>5595513>>5595494[If I'm interpreting the general vibe correctly, about half the voters are in favour of feeding Iri the Incubus IF she makes certain concessions in the form of a pact and clarifies her relationship to the Green Knight, with the fallback seemingly being to say "fuck it" and feed the shogsword, since only 1/3 voters is interested in making a deal with Inky. That sound about right? If not, please let me know, but I'll write the update assuming this to be the case and have a final, follow-up vote.]
>>5596467I will add my vote of fuck it we eat :) Im even for eating iri honestly, shog control at max i bet we could do armor and weapon at the same time but I doubt everyone else would be on board because of sentimentality and seems a bit corruptive when we have an aberration we are literally inside, but I feel like itll add points to beholders general experimental curiosity>Feed Shoggy instead
>>5596467Throw my support into the let her eat vote, I don’t want to throw away control of a motherfucking Hawksong Prince just because anons don’t know what they’re throwing away here.>>5596479I’d rather we not consume a part of our mother’s legacy if I’m being honest. I could care less about Inky himself, but the ectoplasmed Prince control was one of Izzy’s major coups, with her influence in the highest political office in the land. I’d rather we not throw that away just on a lark, it’d really irk me.
>>5596467While the idea of ruling over both these powerful demons has a certain appeal, you find yourself far more wary of the Incubus—a creature even irinnile fears, and which obviously has aspirations to rule—than of the succubus, who mostly seems chaotic and shortsighted. You will make no pact with the former… but then again, even the latter gives you pause.“Before I make any deal,” you decide, “There are matters which must be addressed.”“Hey, whatever gets your rocks off, big boy!” Irinnile proclaims cheerfully, though her subsequent giggle is more than a little nervous.>I would like the Dragonborn to inquire as to the relationship between Iri and Ricky, and Iri’s feelings towards him. I think that would help make up my mind on the matter.“What is your relationship to the Green Knight?” you ask bluntly.“I already tolja’, we have a pact that makes it so—”“No.”Irinnile pauses, the Kinslayer hovering in awkward silence.“My dream vision warned me… That a succubus may become a shadow of its master, molding itself to their dreams and desires. Is this so?”The sword does not speak.“Have you fallen in love with Heinrich Yosef?” you demand.Irinnile laughs, a cracking sound that seems tinged with madness.“W-what’s ta’ love? He’s just some big, dumb, vengeance-obsessed meathead who’s… Like, you know… Super inta’ killing monsters, and vengeance. He uses me like a, a, a TOOL, and he’s so OBSESSED with his mission he barely even FUCKS, and when he does he makes me just, like, watch… And he talks ta’ me all stern… And he’s got those dreamy hazel eyes…”“So, yes,” you easily infer.The sword wobbles in the air, nearly falling to the ground.“S-so maybe I got a LITTLE, EEEEENSY crush. What’s so bad about that, huh?!”“He slew my mother,” you growl, “who you CLAIM to have loved.”“I DID love Lispy! I DO! But…”“But?!” you demand.
>>5596479>>5596493>>5596503“…But it’s been, like… Twenty years, baby,” Irinnile says, sadly. “She died, an’ she left me, and all that time… I’ve been with him. With Ricky. Your momma’ was, like… My first love. When she an’ that goth nerd summoned me, she was the first face I saw, an’ the first mortal to ever, like… Invite me in. What we had… It was like nothin’ ANYONE ever had, I swear! But… I only even knew her a few years, an’ then she was gone. What am I supposed to do, mourn her forever?”You say nothing.“You’ve lost a lover before, right?” she says. “That little shortstack of yours… Davora… You get it, right?”“You are in love with her KILLER,” you remind Irinnile pointedly. “It is a fundamentally different matter.”“I’m a DEMON, honey,” she replies crossly. “Look, I ain’t one of you scaley fucks, and your gods ‘n me don’t have no lost love, ya’ know? I just… Did what I had to, to survive, just like I said. It’s just… You know, as time went on, it got easier... An’ more fun… An’ Ricky, Ricky never DIED on me.”“Not yet,” you reply.The Kinslayer’s point pivots upwards, tilting as if some unseen demoness were wielding it in combat stance. It shifts, slowly, to position itself between you and the alley down which you know you will find the Green Knight.“I won’t let you kill him,” Irinnile says, with a seriousness such as you’ve never heard from the succubus before. “I don’t wanna’ hurt ya’, baby. You’re Lispy’s kid, and I DID love that dommy mommy of yours. But I WON’T let you kill the man I love. I lost Lispy, but I WON’T lose another one.”You can understand, even empathize, with the succubus. Your situation is different, yes, but you’ve been where she is: standing between a hostile authority and a love you wish to preserve, that you would give ANYTHING to protect. Davora… Davora is gone, but you can imagine how the Serpent Priesthood would react if they learned of Glowie, the great glow-worm queen who bore you nine powerful sons. Under the strict edict of the Dark God of Law and Punishment, you should not have even been allowed to breed, and those hybrid offspring and their mother should have been put to death… But would you ever allow it?But even so…
>>5596505>Allow Irinnile to consume the Incubus, but only once bound to a pact: she will serve you and all of your sons and family, so long as any of you live, sworn to protect you and keep all promises made to you, and to forever further the Reptilian cause now and future.>And also not to EVER attempt to control you again.“The Green Knight is grave threat,” you say, after a moment’s pause. “I would need… Assurances.”The sword dips a little, relaxing in an invisible grip, and Irinnile breathes a sigh of relief.“What can I do ya’ for, big boy? Just say the word!”“You must serve and protect me, and my bloodline, for ALL our days,” you pronounce. “You must NEVER work against the Reptilian cause, EVER.”“Uhh…”“On pain of Heinrich Yosef’s death.”“D-done!” Irinnile stammers. You remember the feeling—still lingering like a licking flame upon your skin, pooling heavily in your loins—which permeated you during your massacre. It was pleasurable, to be sure… Not exactly regrettable… And yet… “And you must never attempt to control or dominate me.”Irinnile wobbles again.“H-hey, I didn’t do anything like that!” she whines. “I just, like… When I get excited, YOU get excited. EVERYONE gets excited right? It just… Comes out. I can’t, like, CONTROL it.”“Whatever you can control, you must,” you insist.She sighs, but bows the Kinslayer’s blade in a nod.“Yeah, alright, alright…”You nod slowly.“But you can, like, never ever come after Ricky OR try ta’ break our pact, either… and none of your subordinates, or like… Agents… or anyone else you can weasel inta’ it! Deal?”>Yes>No[No write-ins]
>>5596506>YesWe can't go after Heinrich, but if he ever picks up his grudge against our people again, she's pact-bound to not work against us. We take Kinslayer out of his hands forever, and maybe ol' Aunty Iri can convince her dumbass boyfriend to be a cripple in some happy southern town for the rest of his days.Otherwise, as the other anon said, we do away with the only person in the world that remembers our mother fondly. Roth does not exactly count. I think Theral values family, as little as he has had of it, and can respect the love Irinnile has even though it is inconvenient for him.
>>5596506>YesAt first I wanted to feed them both to shog, but if Iri is now prohibited from working against Reptilians Heinrich is probably going to throw her away himself.That's the hope, at least
>>5596506Originally, I’d want some clarification on what would happen if Ricky comes after us instead, but >>5596516 makes a fantastic point that I’d love to see play out, so…>YesThis is going to be fun.Btw, Iri means kill right? Because capture/imprisonment is obviously free game. As is a bit of rough play and torture- still miffed that you fell in love with Izzy’s killer Iri.
>>5596506>YesCool with me, a reptilian hunting sword that cant hunt reptilians sounds pretty bunk, she wont be a very useful tool anymore, and yknow what yall, why didnt we think to fleshweave him into some shambling abomination, it isnt death we couldve kept his mind intact
>>5596580I mean, we still could. We could even give Ricky to Junior as his side-bitch. desu, I want to see Ricky throwing away Iri willingly, and then us slowly corrupting him to the Dark Side. It’d be both cathartic and low key kino.
>>5596506> “On pain of Heinrich Yosef’s death.”Sorry if I'm not understanding something, but how is supposed to work? We swore an oath to not kill Heinrich, which seems to have been interpreted as "don't do anything that would make him die"
>>5596605[You could take it as a bluff, or as a commitment to find a workaround (like you almost maybe did by letting Inky kill him)]
>>5596607Tbh, if Inky found a way to kill the GK right now, I’d probably let him live. Wouldn’t encourage him to kill Ricky (as apart of the new pact), but I reckon that he’s a smart boy who knows how to get into our good graces.We waiting a bit longer, or are we calling the vote?
>>5596614[In this thread, we've had up to nine votes on a prompt before... Six being more typical, but still. It's also only been two-and-a-bit hours since I finished my last update. Also, I'm tipsy on espresso vodka As such, I'll probably next be posting after work tomorrow.]
>>5596626[I beseech ye to let me have a life outside this quest, insofar as I can manage it, so i don't burn the fuck out.]
>>5596629>life>on 4chanJust yanking your chain, I don’t mind really.
>>5596640he did say insofar as he could manage it
>>5596513>>5596516>>5596563>>5596580It’s a good thing Irinnile is so agreeable to your proposals, you reflect. After all… How would you really extinguish the Green Knight, without breaking your oath as Knight Ascendant? You could probably find a way, but compromise is both easier and more advantageous.“If we are in agreement,” you slowly speak the words, and outstretch your hand, “then let us seal the deal.”Slowly, the Kinslayer sword floats into your grasp. You clutch the hilt, and pump it once in a firm handshake. By the laws of demonic dealmaking, the unbreakable agreement of nonaggression and familial obedience is sealed. “No…” the Incubus moans. “No! You… You don’t understand! She is jus pretending, using you! She still—”The other demon’s protects are halted by the pinning of the little crow housing its consciousness by the Kinslayer. The blade plunges through feather and flesh into the gaps between the cobblestones beneath. With unholy hunger, it sucks up every droplet of the Incubus’ independent existence, incorporating its power, intellect, and city-spanning connections into Irinnile’s own aptitude.“Oooooh yeah,” she moans with uncomfortable sensuality.With Kinslayer sheathed upon your belt, your round the corner. Your subordinate, Infiltrator Halle, is badly wounded, and lethargically recharging from the ordeal of her battle upon the steps of nearby house; its occupants are either unwilling to risk their well-being by checking on the commotion outside their door, or the domicile is empty and abandoned.“Are you well?” you ask her.Halle waves you off, and nods, clearly embarrassed at her reliance upon outside aid. Her opponents are dead—impaled by the KInslayer, perhaps penetrated from stern to stem in a single skewering stab that entered one side and exited the other. Irinnile says nothing of the circumstance, yet you feel that by now familiar arousal at the bloodshed building within you.The Green Knight lays prone upon the ground, unattended yet unbothered.
>>5596727You give the nod, and Irinnile unsheathes her sword-form from your belt and hurtles towards her paramour. She does not sheathe herself upon his belt, but rather stabs herself into the stump you left o his right arm. There, the Kinslayer finds its home, slowly morphing from a skewering sword into a flexing arm, incongruous in its a peculiar femininity.. AT least, at first. As The Green Knight rises and rouses, you see his features smooth and round. His muscle is maintained but his shoulders narrows and his hips widen; his chest bulges, his chin softens.“Oooo, that’s more LIKE it!” Irinnile ben Yosef softly moans, arching their back and groaning in pleasure.“Are you quite in control?” you ask the composite creature—half-human, half-demon—which now idles before you.“Ricky’s asleep,” Irinnile confirms, from within her newly feminized shell of repurposed human biology. “Come one, let’s go.”What will you do?>Wait hear—paladins and guards are likely on their way if any locals have reported upon the screams and clashing of steel, but you are still raring for a fight>Hurry to Halle’s home—hide out, and wait for danger to pass, while you adjust to your new status quo and plan you assault upon the royal family of Hawksong>Maybe now is a good time to regroup with Olu ad Roth…? I mean, it would require <Guidance> to find them, but it’s worth a go>Screw waiting—beeline it for the palace right now, and end this adventure in spectacular fashion, for good or ill!>Write-in>>5596647>>5596640Didn't manage it.
>>5596730>>Maybe now is a good time to regroup with Olu ad Roth…? I mean, it would require <Guidance> to find them, but it’s worth a go
>>5596730>Maybe now is a good time to regroup with Olu and Roth…? I mean, it would require <Guidance> to find them, but it’s worth a go
>>5596730Well ol’ chum, I guess it’s the end of the line for you.>Hurry to Halle’s home—hide out, and wait for danger to pass, while you adjust to your new status quo and plan you assault upon the royal family of Hawksong>Have Iri explain Inky’s last commentsStill got to deal with Ricky’s companions. Maybe we should set this place ablaze? Give our enemies a distraction to worry about.
>>5596730Sorry you didn’t manage it bro.
>>5596730>Maybe now is a good time to regroup with Olu ad Roth…? I mean, it would require <Guidance> to find them, but it’s worth a go
>>5596730>Maybe now is a good time to regroup with Olu ad Roth…? I mean, it would require <Guidance> to find them, but it’s worth a gosorry inky, shoulda talked faster>the spoilershame
Rolled 14, 10, 4 = 28 (3d20)>>5596799>>5596893>>5596940>>5597524>>5597653You survey your ‘forces’: a newly-empowered Irrinile in a borrowed body, a bloodied and exhausted Halle, and you… Pantless, caked in blood and the filthy of battle, and more than a little winded as well.“Now seems like a good time to regroup,” you decide. “Infiltrator, Succubus, keep watch.”Halle merely nods wearily and forces herself back onto her feet. Irinnile snaps to a salute, only to tilt her head, stick out a longue tongue, and display a spread-fingered salutation which you THINK is considered a symbol f peace, or perhaps a rude gesture favoured by archers. Either way, she is bound to obey, so you turn you back upon the pair of females, confident that they will keep you safe while you cast <Guidance> so as to locate your missing companions.
>>5597857Every time I swear
>>5597857>>5597879It is not a difficult casting, per se. Given enough time, you WILL find them, if they are not shielded, though their PRECISE whereabouts may elude you—a direction and rough idea of distance will give you what you need to locate them. Unfortunately, even THAT requires concentration…>14…And concentration does not come easily. The excitement of battle—and whatever violent and hungry new lust the ‘greater demon’ outside awoke within you—keeps you in a state of discomfort and unease, provoking the ire of your divine affliction. It takes you a not-inconsiderable time t find the meditative focus needed to properly cast the divination magic.“Superior One,” Halle hisses to you in the True Speech, shaking you out of your reverie JUST as you intuit the way to your desired reunion. “Superior One!”“WHAT?!” you snap, feeling rather perturbed by now.The Infiltrator recoils slightly, then huffs. In a tone of practiced deference, and with a stiff bow of her head, she says: “The guards… Someone must have managed to alert them, or a patrol has come by this way. The Hawksong City Guard are here.”You and the Silkscale female creep to the glassless window of the room you commandeered to serve as a chamber of concentration, and you move the hanging fabric curtain just enough to peer outside. Indeed, you can see a pair of torchbearers clad in leather and iron, shortswords on their hips and crossbows on their backs, helmed with the unmistakable round-helms of the local constabulary. There ARE only two, and you sense nothing magical about the two humans, so your instinct is that they must be simply a surprised patrol… But the many bodies scattered about have obviously provoked alarm in the pair. They draw weapons, casting their eyes about and you can hear the distant mumble of (you would assume) the two debating as to whether to investigate or call for back-up.“Want me to go drain ‘em dead, babycakes?” Irinnile asks in a silky-smooth whisper that brushes past the lobe of your ear, sending a tingle down your spine.You glance over your shoulder, surprised at how easily the demoness snuck up on you. She is close—VERY close—and she has materialized something like a sexual parody of the Green Knight’s former armour—decorated with image of sensually-coiled dragons, and with hearts and symbols that seem to allude to genitalia, covering shoulders and extremities while leaving cleavage and midriff on display, hugging her excitedly-swaying rear.
>>5597913“I know I just chowed down,” she giggles evilly, “but I could eat. And I wanna’ see what this body can DO!”“We should just go,” Halle suggests warily. “They don’t know we are responsible for this… They have no reason to suspect Reptilian involvement. We don’t want to risk being spotted, and one of them escaping.”“Oh please!” Irinnile scoffs. “There’s just the two of ‘em! But fiiiine, if you don’t want me ta’ do any risky play, I can just...”The succubus flicks her wrist, and Kinslayer appears in her hand—burning red hot with bloodlust broiling up from her host and love, even now.“Quick ‘n dirty-like,” Irinnile concludes, winking at you.“Wait,” Halle interjects. “Look!”You and the succubus return your attention to the two guards… And the third figure who has joined them on horseback, in notably more impressive armour: silvered steel, shining in the torchlight, obscured only by the pristine tabard eagle-bearing tabard of Hawksong, quartered with the sunburst symbol of the Paladins. His brown hair is long, worn loose, his face stubbled, his build rather impressive. On his belt, he carries a terrible-looking mace, flagged for maximum damage to flesh or steel.“Shit,” Irinnile hisses. “That’s Chase. Ricky knows him. No gryphon, though, huh?”“We NEED to go,” Halle insists.“I mean…” Irinnile hesitates. “Like, maybe, yeah. But… Ya’ know, I bet we could still take him.”You’re a little surprised at this sudden confidence from the cowardly she-demon. Her body language is like a coiled spring, all potential energy ready to be unleashed. Her hand is white-knuckled around the blade, her face flushed and pupils dilated, thighs squirming together. The influx of power from the massacre and the consumption of the incubus must be fueling her exhilaration and newfound confidence… And, like you, driving her to distraction. You…>Shake your head, and take Halle up on her suggestion-you will sneak away in the cover of darkness, to go find your father and friend without attracting more attention>Nod, and descend upon these three wayward humans—you can’t pass up an opportunity to end the threat of this Paladin associate of the Green Knight, and you don’t want word getting out about what happened here quite yet>Tilt your head as you consider another potion… You could adjust your outfit, go out to meet them as a ‘concerned passerby’ and perhaps persuade these three fools of misinformation, even sewing the seeds for a meeting at the Paladin complex to discuss the matter further>Write-in
>>5597916>Shake your head, and take Halle up on her suggestion-you will sneak away in the cover of darkness, to go find your father and friend without attracting more attentionLet's leave well enough aloneWe make too big a commotion here and princess access will be that much more difficult later.
>>5597916>Nod, and descend upon these three wayward humans—you can’t pass up an opportunity to end the threat of this Paladin associate of the Green Knight, and you don’t want word getting out about what happened here quite yetI want to eliminate one of the GK’s comrades here, but I’m fine with forestalling his execution for a later date.
>>5597916>Shake your head, and take Halle up on her suggestion-you will sneak away in the cover of darkness, to go find your father and friend without attracting more attentionWe've already mopped up Heinrich himself; we'll be back for the rest of them in force once we've actually done what we've come for.
>Shake your head, and take Halle up on her suggestion-you will sneak away in the cover of darkness, to go find your father and friend without attracting more attention
>>5597948>>5597993>>5598057>>5598177[Locking vote and writing!]
>>5598740Stealth has never been your forte, but it hardly matters—not in these conditions. The acrid smoke of your earlier incubus immolation permeates the darkness, confounding the dim light of the humans’ torches; hampered as they are by their reliance on light to see, this is enough. The three of you easily escape the Hawksong authorities unseen—in fact, of the three of you, you undoubtedly are the loudest, compared to a trained and experienced urban infiltrator and a being of shadow and dark desire given flesh.Together, your terrible trio seek your father and your friend for a long-delayed reunion. It is almost dawn by the time you approach their hiding-place, which fills you with some consternation. You are able to manifest some pants from the shoggoth-cuirass (an uncomfortable feeling, with your current guide’s external genitals bare against the shifting abomination), but as an obvious foreigner in strange armour, you are still rather conspicuous. It is entirely possible someone caught distance glimpses of you in you battle against the demon-cult, and the city will be on high alert after such an event even if they do not know the culprits or motives. Further, Halle is obviously injured, clutching an oozing puncture to her side as she slinks after you, and Irinnile is… Rather obvious.“Relaaax baby,” Irinnile coos reassuringly when your raise the issue, and quickly transmogrifies her attire to include a leathery cape to wrap around her costume-armour and exposed skin. “I got this! This ain’t my first go ‘round the bloc, ya ‘know?”“Or mine,” Halle points out, snagging an ill-fitting men’s tunic from a nearby drying-line and pulling it over her head to conceal her bloodied attire beneath; a second shirt serves as tourniquet, staunching the blood-flow and preventing it from immediately seeping through. “I need this wound looked at, though. May we PROCEED, Superior One?”You’re not sure you like her tone, but you ARE almost at your destination and she IS likely in quite some pain, so you let the matter lie for the moment.You find your destination closer to Hawksong’s port. You pause for a moment despite the urgency to watch the dawnlight dance across the light ripples of the waves, sparkling across what almost looks like an infinite expanse of water. Your <aquaphobia> taints your enjoyment a little—you automatically take a few steps back to keep distance between yourself and the unknowable depths of the ocean—but it is still undeniably beautiful. If Blodorise and its famed sunrises were a wondrous thing to behold, well… This something altogether GREATER. You have NEVER seen so much open area, never even could have IMAGIEND such an unbroken vista before this moment.“First time?” Halle whispers, standing beside you.“Yess,” you admit.“It is something, isn’t it?”“It ccertainly isss,” you agree.The moment passes. The mission takes precedence. Your allies await.
>>5598792You find Oluwadamilare and Roth holed up in some sort of… Storage unit, a bland, square construction of human engineering with only narrow, highly-set windows around the sides and a single doorway. You rattle it, finding it locked to you entrance. You take a moment to squint at the sea bird crest upon the side, and the name painted beneath it in stenciled lettering: ‘Engelson Storehouse Company’.“Hm.”“Dragonborn?” whispers a voice from the other side of the door in True Speech. “Is that you?”Olu!“Yes,” you confirm, and the door opens to reveal the familiar wide grin of your half-human Archer. He regards your companions with slightly less enthusiasm, but beckons you all swiftly inside; after all, they are with you, and therefore to be trusted. The Archer seals the door behind him, casting all of you into the dim monochrome of Darkvision. You spy Roth seated upon a barrel opposite the door, sharpening his sword meticulously with a small stone. He regards you coolly, bowing his head slightly, and demands (as well he might):“Who are these females? Where have you been?”“They are our allies,” you reply, “and together we have been smiting our enemies.”You relate the store to the two males, explaining recent events. Both of them warily regards Irinnile-possessing-Heinrich Yosef, clearly uncomfortable with the idea of the Green Knight and his Reptilian-slaying sword being in the same building as them—a building that Roth explains to be one for which another Infiltrator long ago secured a key, to use as a smuggling aid and emergency refuge.“How was I to know you were here?” you ask. “I did not know about this place.”“I knew that you would find us, Dragonborn, with your divination!” the Archer eagerly answers.“And I have been attending to the local bars, and reading the papers of the printing press. I knew that, since the Green Knight had not made an announcement of your capture, you must have escaped. Though I must admit… I did not expect THIS.”Irinnile pouts.“What, no ‘welcome back’, Rothy? You didn’t miiiiss meeee?”Roth glowers at the succubus. You of course couldn't fully explain the succubus' identity to him as your MOTHER's minion without exposing your true nature to the Archer and Silkscale Infiltrator, but it is evident that he has inferred it from the details you COULD divulge... And is none-too-pleased to have the human-corrupted instrument of his sexual manipulation and your unlawful conception standing here, making pouty-lipped kissing faces at him. He turns away, disgusted.
>>5598798“You put a great deal of faith in a very low-ranking operative, as well,” Roth notes, referring to Halle without so much as looking at her.The Silkscale infiltrator says nothing, simply bowing her head.“It all came right in the end,” you say with a shrug.“Maybe,” Roth acknowledges. “Though the guard—and Paladin—presence will be heightened now. Even if nobody spotted you, the likes of our party will attract more attention than we normally would. The Prince, Rufos, will be setting up checkpoints for paper checks and questioning. The events you related will soon be the talk of the town. Another demonist panic, on top of rumours of Reptilians… And with the Green Knight missing…”“It was necessary,” you affirm.“Maybe,” Roth says, bowing his head ever-so-slightly in perfunctory deference. “But we should cut our losses and escape the city—most especially, you. You cannot afford capture here.”Irinnile opens her mouth to say something, then shuts it. You narrow your eyes, recalling recent discussions—with her, with the Incubus she absorbed. A few options occur to you to manage this matter.What will you do?>If Irinnile were to ‘awaken’ Henrich Yosef, or take his guise at least, the Green Knight could reappear and reassure his allies that all is well and that the threat has been dealt with>The Incubus said something about having a Prince of Hawksong in his pocket, and Irinnile consumed the Incubus; can she now influence this prince?>Halle and Roth have papers to navigate the city; the Dragonblood could fetch medical supplies, and the two of them could serve as eyes and ears for you, to plot a route and coordinate an infiltration of the palace?>If you, Olu, and Irinnile were to stage an assault right now, before the news and paranoia has a chance to spread, you could snatch up Princess Ekaterine before anyone knows you’re coming!>Write-in
>>5598800>If Irinnile were to ‘awaken’ Henrich Yosef, or take his guise at least, the Green Knight could reappear and reassure his allies that all is well and that the threat has been dealt with>The Incubus said something about having a Prince of Hawksong in his pocket, and Irinnile consumed the Incubus; can she now influence this prince?The GK and a Prince would calm the city down.
>>5598800>>If Irinnile were to ‘awaken’ Henrich Yosef, or take his guise at least, the Green Knight could reappear and reassure his allies that all is well and that the threat has been dealt with>>The Incubus said something about having a Prince of Hawksong in his pocket, and Irinnile consumed the Incubus; can she now influence this prince?The princess banging is still on.
>>5598800>If Irinnile were to ‘awaken’ Henrich Yosef, or take his guise at least, the Green Knight could reappear and reassure his allies that all is well and that the threat has been dealt with>The Incubus said something about having a Prince of Hawksong in his pocket, and Irinnile consumed the Incubus; can she now influence this prince?Yeah, so long as Iri can make sure Heinrich plays along, this is a good plan.
>>5598800>The Incubus said something about having a Prince of Hawksong in his pocket, and Irinnile consumed the Incubus; can she now influence this prince?We don't need the city calmed down, just a personal pass from a prince.
>>5598800>>5598834>If Irinnile were to ‘awaken’ Henrich Yosef, or take his guise at least, the Green Knight could reappear and reassure his allies that all is well and that the threat has been dealt with >The Incubus said something about having a Prince of Hawksong in his pocket, and Irinnile consumed the Incubus; can she now influence this prince?Nah sorry Roth, we got a princess to impregnate
>>5598834>>5598878>>5598891>>5598978>>5599016“The mission is still in progress.”“What?!” Roth snaps. “You must be—”You give your biological progenitor a look that silences him, and grudgingly he bows his head. He is of the old school, and he knows his place—whatever your stigmatizable secret heritage, whatever your relationship to him, YOU are the Superior One, and you have spoken.Your plans I simple: Irinnile is to assume the guise of her pact-mate, the Green Knight, and to reassure this city and its champions that he is alive and well, and the danger downtown has passed. No lockdowns or passport-checks are needed, not anymore. People can travel freely, and rely on Heinrich Yosef and his cadre to protect the people.“And then, you will meet with this prince whom the Incubus compromised, and make him our agent,” you instruct Irinnile. “Can you do this thing?”Irinnile wobbles in place, avoiding your eyes.“Succubus,” you sternly address her, “confirm.”“Uh, well, like… Yeah? Kinda’?”You await elaboration.“Well, look,” she says, “it’s like this… I can do it, but, like… I don’t know that I can do that good a Ricky impression. An’, like… If I wake him up an’ just kinda’… Influence him… That could work, but he MIGHT break free. He has a really strong will, ya’ know? If he wasn’t so injured and beaten, like, psychologically from you kicin’ him around, I don’t know if I even coulda’ kept him under, an’ now I’m STRONGEr, but he’s also HEALTHIER, so…”“And whose fault is that?” you ask.Irinnile squirms, muttering simply that she couldn’t let him die. That much… Well, you empathize, you suppose. Davora comes to mind again, unbidden. It was a sacrifice you risked, and committed to, out of dedication to the cause of a new Age of Darkness, but Irinnile is not a principled creature. To her, there can be no greater cause than her own pleasure, be it derived from sex, or slaughter, or her love for her peculiar partner.
>>5599046With a sigh, you inquire: “What can we do to enable your success?”“I’ll need, like… To get up an’ close with the prince ta’ reset the connection. It’s Rufos, by the way. Seconds on. Me and your—an’ my last master, the Reptilian one, we wormed Inky’s influence all up in him a couple decades back. Now that Inky’s in ME, I can probably control him if I can get all cozy… Which, as Ricky, I prob’ly can. T’s just a matter of how to BE Ricky all convincing-like.”How do you propose she accomplish this?>Awaken Heinrich Yosef’s personality, and let Irinnile try to influence and steer him towards your objective through subtle brainwashing from within to modify his recollections>Keep Yosef asleep in his own body while Irinnile affects her best impression of the man—she loves him and has known him over fifteen years now, so surely she can manage to play the part somewhat well?>Simply instruct her to avoid speaking more than necessary, and to interact as little as possible with his inner circle who know him best>Write-inWhat will you do?>Rest and recuperate with your coterie, for now>Go with Irinnile, masquerading as an ally of the Green Knight, that your succubus ally may introduce you to the royal family and other persons of interest and get you into the palatial estate>You’d like to explore the city a bit—see the sights, maybe pick up some useful items and equipment, etcetera>Write-in
>>5598798>without exposing your true nature to the Archer and Silkscale InfiltratorHalle I understand but I thought Olu knew by now>>5599047>Keep Yosef asleep in his own body while Irinnile affects her best impression of the man—she loves him and has known him over fifteen years now, so surely she can manage to play the part somewhat well?>Go with Irinnile, masquerading as an ally of the Green Knight, that your succubus ally may introduce you to the royal family and other persons of interest and get you into the palatial estateIf it goes well we might get to the princess then and there
>>5599081>I thought Olu knew by now[I may be misremembering, but I don't think you've ever actually talked to him about it. He knows you were sleeping with Davora, and kept that secret, but I think the only mortal being Theral has spoken to about the matter are the Serpent Priests, Green Dragonborn, and Roth (who already knew), the Novice, and the Heretic.]
>>5599047>Awaken Heinrich Yosef’s personality, and let Irinnile try to influence and steer him towards your objective through subtle brainwashing from within to modify his recollectionsJust stab him or give him an infection via Fleshweaving, we can fix him up after he’s accomplished his mission.>You’d like to explore the city a bit—see the sights, maybe pick up some useful items and equipment, etceteraI would actually like to explore Hawksong as the Dragonborn for a bit. Maybe meets some of Izzy’s old acquaintances.
[Since we only have a couple votes, I'll wait until tomorrow to post again. Enjoy this WIP commission in the meantime!]
>>5599495very cool art rqm! is this from logazon as well?
>>5599497[1hensea on Twitter, actually. Primarily a porn artist, it seems, but their style really reminded me of Japanese woodblock art, and I thought they'd be a really good fit for our freakish little monster brood.]
>>5599081+1. We have a solid amulet of disguise and some serious advantages here for this approach.
>>5599081Let's do that
>>5599613Obligatory forgot to backlink phonepost>>5576575
>>5599613>>5599561>>5599169>>5599081[Making some coffee, and then I'll write!]
>>5599844>>5599844Awakening the Green Knight is too risky—you aren’t certain that you can control him. Nevertheless, you aren’t about to pass up the best chance you’ve had so far to gain access to the Princess of Hawksong. Irinnile will just have to do her best, at least long enough to make introductions, put the city and ease, and get the two of you inside.“Can you do this?”Irinnile whines and grapples with this melodramatically for some time, but she IS pact-bound to serve you, and so she obliges.“And if she exposes you—ALL of us?” Roth demands.“We are exposed already,” you note, “and I am no stranger to fighting my way into, or out of, fortresses.”“The Paladins are no mere dwarven traders or half-starved outcast elves,” the old Dragonblood cautions you.“I defeated the Green Knight and the Incubus,” you remind him. “This is nothing.”Given all your recent successes, it’s tough not to genuinely feel quite confident about your chances. You feel the slightest pang of concern when you see Irinnile’s ‘Ricky’ disguise, though: the demoness can’t quite hide the gleam in her (his?) eye and a quirk about the lips that you never saw on the furious Green Knight’s face.“And what of his armour and helmet?” you inquire.“Lost in battle,” ‘Heinrich’ says in his voice, much deeper than Irinnile’s usual breathy, bratty timbre. “It’s gonna’—going to—have to be the case, right? I can’t just, like… Materialize stuff that complex. And it’s not exactly a lie, right?”Indeed, you regard that Irinnile has opted to clad this form in dark green leather breaches, and to secondarily-appropriate the shirt which Inquisitor Halle earlier stole. This is the Green Knight in casual clothing, all but unarmoured, and with a strange sense of the lusty and effete about him which clashes with his rather grizzled and prematurely-aged personality and appearance even to your untrained eye.“Hm.”It will have to do. The two of you leave the others laying low in the seaside storehouse, and set forth for the palatial estate, to put the mammals at-ease. Already security has tightened: guards are out in force, and once or twice you hear the cries of gryphons. You suppress an ancestral shudder, despite your Dragon Soul, but keep moving. You have places to be, and a princess to impregnate.
>>5599872Things do not exactly go according to plan, in spite of your best efforts. The Green Knight’s face is less well-known than his armour or name, unfortunately. You are able to talk your way through the hastily-assembled checkpoints closest to the docks and in the mid-city—where you detour but briefly to acquire some greasy meat-and-bread assembly to assuage your hunger—but after that, things get complicated. You are halted as you enter the welatheir area of towns, with the guards demanding:“Papers, please.”“Oh, come on!” Irinnile balks in faux-outrage. “I am THE GREEN KNIGHT, Heinrich Yosef. My great-great-grandfather BUILT this area of town with his money and manpower!”You don’t remember Irinnile’s ‘love’ sounding quite so haughty, but you suppose she is trying to bluster her way past lower-born humans with the intimidating legacy of a noble-born warrior.“Do you have any papers saying you are?” the guard asks, more weary than wary despite the succubus’ best efforts, though he narrows them slightly when he looks at you. “And who’s your friend?”“Well, uh…”In fact, the Green Knight HAD no papers on his person—you checked. Irinnile confided that Heinrich Yosef had indeed, gotten quite used to his armour and sword as a means to demonstrate his identity, and had taken to leaving his papers in his pack. Irinnile be Yosef could produce the SWORD, of course… But materializing Kinslayer from nowhere could raise eyebrows, and it would burn red-hot in your presence, revealing the presence of Reptilian Infiltrator to any who had heard the (quite famous by now) tales of the Green Knight’s exploits.“Aw, fuck it,” Irinnile snaps, and waves his (her?) hand in a gesture as if to slap the two males at this checkpoint. They both turn their heads slightly, despite contact not being made, and when they look back at the two of you, their expressions are dull and dopey.“My apologies, I… Didn’t realize who you were,” the formerly-belligerent guardsman says, as he and his partner step aside. “Carry on.”“It uses up some energy,” Irinnile admits to you in whisper, once you are through, “but it works like a hot damn! Just as long as we don’t run inta’ any…”
>>5599873S/he trails off as the two of you approach the next checkpoint, going into the quarter of the upper nobility, clergy, and servants—a place which ahs a checkpoint guarded by a gryphon, and its Paladin master.“Ah shit,” Irinnile growls in Heinrich Yosef’s voice. “I try any dark magic on one of these fuckers, and it’d better work, or we’re in for it.”“‘Fucked, and not in the fun way,’ as you ssay?” you ask.Irinnile bites their lip, and nods.What will you do?>There only seems to be the one Paladin at this checkpoint… Together, you suspect you could dispatch him quite quickly>You know a bit of illusion magic—enough to help offset your poor stealth, by masking in you shadow and distracting the man with dancing lights while you pass by>You are no stranger to speechcraft—you should be able to talk your way through [bonus for clever write-in]>Let Irinnile try her hypnotic mind-trick again, anyway; if it fails, you will worry about it then>Write-in
>>5599875>You are no stranger to speechcraft—you should be able to talk your way through [bonus for clever write-in]"if you're so low on the pecking order you don't recognize the most able swordman this side of the world, bring someone that knows the difference between the holding and stabbing part of a sword"
>>5599875>You know a bit of illusion magic—enough to help offset your poor stealth, by masking in you shadow and distracting the man with dancing lights while you pass byWhat fun
>>5599898Supporting this + GK to say:“There has been a massacre and this travelling adventurer (point to the Dragonborn) has crucial information on the perpetrator, who I believe to still be at large. His Highness the Prince had commanded me in the past to alert him to any threat which could cause mass devastation in this city - so stand aside, we have no time for tedious checks.”
[I'll wait for another post or two, and either post before bed or tomorrow after work depending when those turn up.]
>>5600032+1 to this overall vote. We're good enough at this to have a decent shot, I think.
Rolled 15, 3, 11, 11, 11 = 51 (5d20)>>5600300>>5600032>>5599946>>5599898“Follow my lead,” you say.“H-hey, wait, what?!” Irrinile ben Yosef whispers frantically.You pay them no need, striding forward towards the Paladin. He looks up, tilting up the visor of his shining helm to regard you with steely blue eyes and a suspicious –albeit not yet CONCERNED—expression.“Let us passs,” you say, affecting a tone of command, as Irinnile rushes to join you. “This is Heinrich Yosssef, The Green Knight. We have urgent business with Princce….”You hesitate, but rinnile fills in:“Rufos!”“Yess,” you conclude. “Princce Rufosss.”The Paladin holds out his hand expectantly. You look down at it, then back up at his eyes.“Hiss paperss are with hisss belongingsss, in hiss quarterss,” you explain truthfully.“Then how am I supposed to know he is who he says he is, Easterling?” the Paladin asks, as if on cue. “And how are YOU, for that matter? Where are YORU papers?”Irinnile clears their throat, and chimes in then, saying:“There has been a massacre! This travelling adventurer has crucial information on the perpetrator, who I believe to still be at large. His Highness, ya’ know, PRINCE RUFOS, commanded me in the past to alert him to any threat which could cause mass devastation in this city… So, like, stand aside already!”You cringe a little at the verbal tics which slip into Irinnile’s speech. You’d that the ditziness pure affectation, to play the part of a human sexpot, but you’re beginning to think the demon really can’t help herself. The Paladin scrutinizes Irinnile/Yosef with obvious misgivings, as well, quite possibly for the same reason you are worried. You stride forward, drawing his attention away from your companion, and with all the command of the King of Bloodrise you say:"If you are sso low on the pecking order that you cannot recognize the most able ssswordman thiss sside of the world, bring ssomeone that knowsss the differencce between the holding and satabbing part of a ssword.”The Paladin’s gryphon rears back, and your hand drifts to your own sword automatically… But you do not relent, nor retreat. YOU are in the right here, you project. YOU are here with Hawksong’s savior, and THIS HUMAN is wasting your time, and that of the Green Knight and thus the PRINCE![Calling this a Diplomacy with a bonus die for Intimidation.]
>>5600359>15The silence is tense, the pause as pregnant as the princess soon shall be if you get your way and complete your mission… Something that seems more likely by the moment, as the Paladin taps his gryphon mount with his metal boot and the bird-beast draws back to let you pass.“Enjoy your day,” the human male says stiffly, not sounding as if he means it. “Safe travels. And hurry—it sounds like important business. I heard about that ‘massacre’ of yours, I think. Sounded like demons were involved.”The two of you nod, Irinnile muttering noncommittally and half-unintelligibly as you pass the man by. Only when you are out of the sight of he and his fearsome chimeric creature do the two of you breath twinned sighs of relief.“Baby,” Irinnile ben Yosef says in their rough and masculine voice, and yet that familiar succubic inflexion, “if I had a heart, you’d be giving me palpitations. Getting’ me a little hot as is, bein’ all badass like that!”“Do a better job impersonating the Green Knight,” you chastise her.The possessed human straightens up as if puppeteered by way of a stick up his rear. You endeavour not to laugh at Irinnile’s silly jog.Together, the two of you pass through the grounds of the city’s temporal and spiritual elites. You see palaces to the accursed False Gods of the surface-dwellers, staffed by men and women in fine, unblemished robes, dresses, and cassocks. There are manors of all manners , augmented with fountains pumped by underground pipes, decorated with elaborate topiaries or sculpture. Many of the ‘smaller’ homes here seem like miniature versions of the palace and Paladin temple-barracks which overhand them like a hovering superior. The humans here speak softly, eloquently, and guardedly; they know that here, of all places, they must be on their best behaviour for the sake of cleric, of king, and of country—and most of all, for the sake of their family status.It is far less gregarious than Wevenore, but the feeling is not entirely unlike your time among the Drow nobility.
>>5600393You bypass much of the scenery, allowing Irinnile-Yosef to take the led as they guide you through streets towards the palace… But again, you are not so lucky as to arrive unaccosted. Rather, you are waylaid by a mammal of familiar phenotype: a hairy-faced, squatly-built mammalian male in mail, carrying an oversized axe on his back and a mechanism like a small cannon strapped to one hip.“One a’ Ricky’s—my—friends,” Irinnile whispers unnecessarily to you. “Adventurer.”“Heinrich!” the dwarf greets your demonic ally boisterously, and quite loudly. “Good that you’re back. We were beginning to get worried—Chase even went looing for you! No luck, he said, but what he found was… Worrying stuff. You heard about that?”That explains the Paladin you spied at the scene of the massacre last night.“Y-yes,” Irinnile quickly recovers. “That’s why we’re here. This man, he was there as well… He saw the perpetrator!”“Oh, that right? What was it?” the dwarf asks. “Lizards? Demons? Southmen?”“We need to report to Prince Rufos right away,” Irinnile says, rather than answering. “Like, RIGHT right away.”The dwarf blinks a couple times, and you wince, but he doesn’t seem to be concerned abut the verbal slip-up in Irinnile’s imitation of the Green Knight.“Well, I might need to talk shop with the Prince as well. Yours isn’t the only news around town .”“O-oh?” Irinnile asks, smiling stiffly and feigning interest.The dwarf nods, and leans forward as if intimating a closely-guarded secret, only to speak at nearly the same volume as before: “More trouble in Bloodrise. My family’s company is gathering a investigation-and-strike team.”You had been moving to cary on towards the palace, but that stops you in your tracks, and you turn to state at the dwarf. WHAT did he say? Bloodrise?What will you do?>Talk with the dwarf some more, and learn what is happening in your realm>Hurry on—the longer you linger, the more likely you re to be caught, detected, or stopped>Write-in
>>5600396>Hurry on—the longer you linger, the more likely you are to be caught, detected, or stoppednot like we can change anything from out here
>>5600396>>Hurry on—the longer you linger, the more likely you re to be caught, detected, or stopped
>>5600396>Talk with the dwarf some more, and learn what is happening in your realmMotherfucking love you halflin- I mean, you shortstacks. Wait, damnit, that didn’t come out right…
>>5600396>Hurry on—the longer you linger, the more likely you are to be caught, detected, or stoppedNow that Irinille is powered up, she can probably send a dream or something to one of our lieutenants. For now, we have other shit to focus on.
>>5600524>>5600555>>5600567>>5600690You shake off the nagging feeling that you ought to get an update on events in Bloodrise. You left the Bastard, the Thief, and The Pit-Guard there to marshall your kobold forces. Your North-Merchant and South-Merchant are attending to the economy. Your dwarven apprentice, Karz Throat-singer, is there to maintain order among your Duergar soldiery and induct the dwarven slaves into your new order. Aided by Wevenore Drow and by the strong and stealthy bugbears mercenaries, they are more than a match for any dwarven strikeforce. These investigators will never survive t report.Everything will be fine.Irinnile certainly had no interest in the matter, simply scowling grimly and nodding in what almost seems parody of the self-serious Green Knight.“Yes, well, we will have to look into that later,” the False Knight says. “This takes priority, since we’re already here and all. I’ll… Talk to you about this other matter later.”The dwarf watches the two of your strangely as you turn and leave, hurrying on to find Prince Rufos. You can feel his eyes on you until you are within the palace proper…And by the Dark Gods Below and Beyond, it IS a PROPER palace! Only the mausoleum of the Red Dragon King comes close to matching the majesty, the expanse... But this is no dead and buried place, but a living one. Hewn from local stone, it has been augmented with imports from the world over—decorated with marble and ivory, hung with tapestries to raise the envious ire of the Drow aesthete-prince Minothel. There is an austerity to the limited colour-palette (white, accented with gold and silver, with flourishes of soft colour here and there), but this only serve to the grandest artworks and monuments, which seem to soak up all the colour and vibrancy and to be come hyper-real, framed and embellished by this great museum to Kings of Men, and to Gods of Light. The effigies of idealized humanoids wearing divine regalia, smashing demons and dragons or presenting boons of plenty, are numerous, standing taller even than the knights—a reminder of the ‘divine right’ of the line of Paladin Kings. It fills you with as much wonder as it does rage. The bustle of servants and courtiers is nigh-constant, so you control yourself.“Fancy,” Irinnile agrees, misunderstanding your silent stares of loathing and longing.The pair of you seek out a scribe who, by dress and demeanour, must hold some degree of sway here. Hopping from one such individual to the next, you ask after Prince Rufos, telling the same tale which you spun for the earlier paladin and for the dwarf. You are directed this way and that, none of these lesser officiants seeming to be exactly sure where the prince IS so much as where he HAS been, until…“You’re looking for my brother?”
>>5601624You turn to face the feminine voice, and look down to see a young woman with blonde-brown hair laced into ringlets and clasped by a golden, jeweled clip to hold it in place. Her eyes, subtly accented by faintest make-up, are shining emerald gems-they same green, you realize, as your own reflection. She is wearing a lavender dress of obvious refinement, cinched at the waist by a tastefully-patterned purple-blue corset. A capelet protects a moderate-but-appreciable curvature of bust beneath a thin and shimmering translucent gauze. Her slippers are finely-made, poorly-padded, dirt-free. Intuition and instinct affirm each other: you reocgnzie this woman, without knowing her.“Princcesss Ekaterine.”The Princess of Hawksong looks at you strangely, opens her mouth to speak and then shuts it.“Yes,” she says, forcing a small smile. “I fear I don’t know your name, sir…?”>Theral>Make up another name—something Easterly!>Your name isn’t important[Write-ins for alternate names are welcome]The Princess reveals that her brother is in a meeting with his father—Paladin king Archos himself!—and with his older brother and several other advisors, in response to a number of matters of confidence. You suspect the massacre downtown and talk of demonism is one such subject, though this matter in Bloodrise or the tensions which you and your race have aggravated between North and South cannot be far from their mind either.How will you respond to this development?>Use the Green Knight’s standing to get the two of you a seat at this strategy meeting—and to get closer to the compromised Prince Rufos>Wait to ‘speak with’ Prince Rufos after the meeting—for now, you will take this excuse to get closer to your true target: Ekaterine>Write-in
>>5601628>Make up another name—something Easterly!>Use the Green Knight’s standing to get the two of you a seat at this strategy meeting—and to get closer to the compromised Prince RufosThere's definitely some risk here, but I also see an opportunity for a ad-hoc decapitation strike on Hawksong and the Paladins if their leaders are frail and elderly.Alternately, if the Dragonborn already knows that's not the case, I'd probably vote for the other option.
>>5601631[King Archos is old, and several of his advisors will likely be so as well. However, eh and his son, Alexos, are reputed to be quite good warriors--Paladins, of course. Alexos and Rufos are both in their forties-or-fifties, but neither is known to be overly frail. The Dragonborn ha not been briefed or heard rumours beyond that. It was never his main focus as an operative, prior to making all these big power-plays.]
>>5601635Hmm, alright. In that case, I'll switch my vote to >Wait to ‘speak with’ Prince Rufos after the meeting—for now, you will take this excuse to get closer to your true target: EkaterineAlso, just wanted to say, the Hawksong arc has been quite enjoyable so far. Extremely compelling writing.
>>5601628>Make up another name—something Easterly!Gonna be a little on the nose here but its funny since she we be knowing us for this as well as the name of the chinese dragon king, anons here and far I present>Lóng Wáng
>>5601641>Wait to ‘speak with’ Prince Rufos after the meeting—for now, you will take this excuse to get closer to your true target: EkaterineTry not to be a sperg, I have a feeling that our appetite might start working right around her since shes our target, obviously try to make a good impression for now
>>5601628>Make up another name—something Easterly!>Wait to ‘speak with’ Prince Rufos after the meeting—for now, you will take this excuse to get closer to your true target: Ekaterine
>>5601628>Make up another name—something Easterly!Ho Lee FukOr Zuko, if we want to meme a different way.>Wait to ‘speak with’ Prince Rufos after the meeting—for now, you will take this excuse to get closer to your true target: Ekaterine
>>5601628>Make up another name—something Easterly!Mao Zedong
>>5601746>>5601669>>5601641[These are all hilarious options that, you must understand, I will need to modify or converge in some fashion if there's no consensus.]
>>5601637Oh, and thank you!
>>5601751I mean, we could just go full Iroh ;)
>>5601628>Make up another name—something Easterly!Wan Han Wanlee>>Wait to ‘speak with’ Prince Rufos after the meeting—for now, you will take this excuse to get closer to your true target: Ekaterine
>>5601628>Make up another name—something Easterly.>Long wang>Use the Green Knight’s standing to get the two of you a seat at this strategy meeting—and to get closer to the compromised Prince Rufos
>>5601628>Make up another name—something Easterly!Cok Inya>Wait to ‘speak with’ Prince Rufos after the meeting—for now, you will take this excuse to get closer to your true target: EkaterineUse some of that succubus charm
>no Sum Ting WongFor shame anons
>>5602651>no meme name;_;
>>5602651You aren’t about to give this female your true name, obviously, or even the elven regnal name ‘Theral’—she might connect the dots, depending what rumours have escaped the Bloodrise conflict. Instead, you think fast, trying to devise something appropriately Oriental for your Eastern disguise. In the end, the same naming convention guides you in this matter as did the naming of your nine wyrmling offspring: you name yourself for an ancient Dragon King of old, one called Sovereign of the Seas in his era:“Long Wang,” you say, with great confidence. “Thiss iss my name. It iss the esssence of me.”Princess Ekaterine stares at you for a moment as if she has not heard you, but gradually a pinkness rises up from beneath her capelet to colour her throat and face.“I… Beg your pardon?”Irinnile sounds as if they are choking, and they clap their hand—Yosef’s hands—to their mouth in a failed effort to stifle a laugh. You resist the Reptilian urge to tilt your head in confusion, but you ARE confused. You even start to feel some concern—do the humans of the Northwest perhaps yet REMEMBER the name of ancient ocean-demigod?“It, uh, means something different where he’s from,” Irinnile ben Yosef supplies, nudging you playfully. “Not saying he’s right OR wrong, though…”“Wait,” you say, ‘what? What doess it mean here?”The Princess of Hawksong regains some composure, though the rosiness doesn’t quite leave her cheeks and she fans herself slightly. Your confusion deepens.“It iss warm here,” you lie, segueing out of the uncomfortable silence with your usual diplomatic aplomb. “If we cannot meet with Princcce Rufosss, perhaps we should sstep outsside.”Irinnile quickly grasps what you are trying to achieve, adding: “Yes, I WAS hoping to give my new friend a, like… Tour of the palace. You have to admit, it’s a beautiful sight!”“Maybe,” Ekaterine says, then seems to catch herself and hurriedly says: “Yes, of course! I just… Grew up here. I know it’s… Quite different than what most people are familiar with, but I’m VERY familiar by now. I guess even great wonders can eventually lose a bit of their wonder, when one seems them every day, no?”“Maybe,” you say. “It’ss difficult to ssay, until you’ve had the opportunity to live ssurrounded by wonder.”Ekaterine winces a little, and bows her head slightly, clasping her hands together.“I’m sorry,” she says. “I realize that makes me sound spoiled. Well, not only SOUND. I… Here, come with me. I would be happy to give the two of you a tour!”
>>5602674Little memey>>5602687You and Irinnile exchange a glance, with Irinnile still snickering about whatever faux pas you stumbled into earlier. You suppress a sigh, and follow. You cannot help but notice that two additional humans—males, muscled and armoured beneath their robes by the subtle sound and sight of their movements—follow a consistent distance behind. They are out of earshot, but ready to defend the King’s daughter.Ekaterine of Hawksong takes you on a tour of the ramparts above, pointing out each unique sculpture or inscription, explaining the age of providence of each addition and separate structure. The palatial complex is EXPANSIVE, perhaps as big on its own as the entire operational section of the Northern Forward Base, with a permanent population of staff to rival the regular residence of your subterranean birthplace. Still, the princess genuinely seems… BORED of it. What small joy she seems to take in the tour is evidently derived from demonstrating her encyclopedic knowledge of the place to someone new—someone who asks questions, as you do, to which she invariably ahs an answer.“The plumbing iss dwarven?”“A good eye, Mister… Ah… Wang? Or is it Mister Long? The Easterlings place surname before given name, no?”“Yes,” you say, suddenly uncertain. “Or, my people do, at leasst.”“Who ARE your people, Mister Long?” she asks then, regarding you more thoughtfully and tapping a finger to full, red-painted lips. “I have not encountered your… Distinctive accent.”“Ssteppe barbariansss,” you lie, quickly.The princess frowns, and sharply shakes her head. You slow your steps, wondering if you’ve said something wrong. Your expression must communicate your confusion.“Mister Long, you may not know this,” she says, “but ‘barbarian’ is a derogatory exonym… Ah, an insulting thing that outsiders call your people. It means you are uncivilized, crude, lesser. It is… It’s not nice. It’s wrong.”You blink a couple times, not sure how to take this vociferous defence of your fictitious human subrace.“O-oh,” Princess Ekaterine says, and begins to blush again. “I’m sorry, I’m… I’m lecturing you on, as if I… Well, suffice it to say, it’s not an opinion -I- hold to. Too many people among this city’s elite take to looking down their noses at those from the outside, ESPECIALLY in these dark days. I’ll have no part of it.”“I… Ssee,” you say.
>>5602688As huge and stuffed-to-bursting with pilfered and gifted glories as the paladin King’s Palace is, the tour can only last so long. If you wish to make the most of this opportunity, you’ll need to do so soon. The upside is that it also takes you to more isolated areas of the palace exterior, such as the artificially-forested and well-fortified walled gardens, and eventually to a fountain grove that reminds you of an infinitely-more-ornate, sun-dappled version of that belonging to the former Queen of Wevenore—but with thrice the fountains, each more magnificent by magnitudes than the Drow Queen’s single one.“This is where I come to think,” the Princess explains. “And… When I need time alone, and can’t stand to be inside anymore.”You nod, considering your next move. You decide to…>Flirt—come on strong, powerful, decisively interested, for females like that in a mate>Ask the princess about her father and brothers—what is the royal family like?>Ask the princess about her interests and hobbies—what does she do, for pleasure or self-betterment?>Ask about the princess’ politics—she seems to have some strange ideas, and some policy disagreements with the city at large>Ask the princess about the recent rumours drifting around—Southern demonists, lizardmen, a kobold-dwarf war in Bloodrise, what does she know (or believe) about it all?>Ask about the armed escort tailing you—is this normal? How does she feel about her rather... Privileged position?>Write-in[Please choose no more than 3]
>>5602690>Ask the princess about her father and brothers—what is the royal family like?>Ask the princess about her interests and hobbies—what does she do, for pleasure or self-betterment?>Show her a disguised facet of your true self- your warrior-philosopher side; truths of the Dark Gods and your own philosophy of Love garbed in advice and rough "Eastern" wisdomDoesn't seem like the type to like a strong come on. Ideally we can get her alone for some tea or the like, since I imagine only she can dismiss her guards.
>>5602690>Ask about the princess’ politics—she seems to have some strange ideas, and some policy disagreements with the city at large>Flirt—come on strong, powerful, decisively interested, for females like that in a mateshe seems DOWN BADshe wants the Wthe LW, if you will
>>5602690>Ask the princess about the recent rumours drifting around—Southern demonists, lizardmen, a kobold-dwarf war in Bloodrise, what does she know (or believe) about it all?>Ask about the princess’ politics—she seems to have some strange ideas, and some policy disagreements with the city at large>Ask the princess about her father and brothers—what is the royal family like?
>>5602701Ill support this, she seems a bit stir crazy especially with everything thats happened in Hawksong recently, hearing something that subverts your understanding of what you believe especially in a context that could be conveyed as something good even though its good for us maybe something ending with"All our destiny's are written in the stars princess, your stars are lining up for something world changing, im sure of it", obviously do your magic to and make it your own, but we want to make an impression that lasts and makes her want to learn our ways to better our future demigod and make sure theyre ultimately on the side of the dark gods, just use flowery language and maybe access big red for some ancient poems of draconic love without the obvious draconic imagery, champion of love yall
>>5602891I realize that might be more than your asking for QM, so maybe if we have another meeting do the poem thing ive been drinking so im a bit rambly
>>5602690>Flirt—come on strong, powerful, decisively interested, for females like that in a mate>Ask the princess about the recent rumours drifting around—Southern demonists, lizardmen, a kobold-dwarf war in Bloodrise, what does she know (or believe) about it all?>Ask about the armed escort tailing you—is this normal? How does she feel about her rather... Privileged position?Offer to use some of our steppe wanderer magic to get out of their sight.
>>5602690>Flirt—come on strong, powerful, decisively interested, for females like that in a mate>Ask the princess about her interests and hobbies—what does she do, for pleasure or self-betterment?>Ask about the armed escort tailing you—is this normal? How does she feel about her rather... Privileged position?Come off as a dashing rouge!
>>5602945>>5602898>>5602896>>5602891>>5602883>>5602788>>5602701[Locked, writing soon.]
>>5603780You aren’t terribly familiar with mammalian mating rituals, in all honesty. Davora the Herbalist was… A special case. For one thing, you technically OWNED her. For another, she was rather straightforward about her attraction, and you were in your true identity. You get the feeling that the Princess of Hawksong might be intrigued by ‘Long Wang’, if her frequent flusterment is any indication… But how to be sure?No, you’ll need to keep her talking.You take a seat at one of the many carved stone-and-wood benches in this private garden, and pat the seat next to you. Princess Ekaterine looks a little startled, then uncertain. She glances to the Green Knight—or who she BELIEVED to be the green Knight. Irinnile takes your cue, and shrugs with a nod.“I’ll keep an eye out,” the False Knight pledges, with a wink. “So you two aren’t caught in any compromising positions.”“I—” the Princess begins, puffing up defensively.“Only joking,” Irinnile quickly interrupts.Princess Ekaterine looks to you. You smile reassuringly, and pat the seat again. Eventually, with obvious unease but distinct interest, she sits down.“I musst ssay,” you begin, “I did not know what to exxpect of a Northwesstern Princess, but you are not it.”“Ah?” she vocalizes, clearly unsure how to reply.You nods, and elaborate: “I did not know much about the f—the women of the royal family, but the men have a reputation that preccedesss them.”“Oh,” she sighs, and seems slightly miffed—strange.“What are they like?” you ask. “Really?”“Well,” she begins, narrowing her eyes a little. “You tell me.”“I’ve heard the King, Archoss, isss a sstrong, wise, but ssstern ruler,” you say (for this seems to be his general reputation). “That he isss close with your Godsss. And that Princce Alexoss is benevolent, kind, and fissscally prudent, keen on trade rather than sssecurity.”“And that Prince Rufos is the strong right hand, keeping things in line?” she hazards a guess. “Maintaining strength and security?”You tilt your head, then quickly correct it to a more traditionally-human shrug. “Maybe? Isss that not right?”“You hear the same thing that each wants you to hear,” the Princess says. “Which means that our staff are doing their duty well, I suppose.”No not, taking her meaning, and remind her: “Thiss iss why I assked you. Are they different, in person?”“I wouldn’t know,” she claims. “They show me their public faces only, these days. I see none of the men I once knew, when mother was alive, and things were different. I remember a father who was not always trying to speak ‘divine wisdom’ from some bygone age, but who soul sing me sill songs. I remember brothers who fought as brothers do… Not as scheming viziers, trying t influence the city and the king.”
>>5603836“Thiss isss… A ssore subject for you?” you realize.The Princess huffs through her nose, body pivoting a little to turn away from you. It is answer enough. You reach out, on an impulse, and place a gauntleted hand upon her own smaller, daintier one—itself sheathed in a thin layer of silken fabric, a fine lavender-white glove. She flinches, but turns to you. Before she can object or stand up, you speak again:“Then tell me of the Princcessss of Hawkssong,” you request. “That isss who I am MOSST interessted in, anyway.”The blush returns, even as the princess gently extracts her hand from yours. She stays seated. It is a good sign.“I… Am a product of my upbringing an environment, as are we all—my brothers included, of course. I suffer certain… Restrictions,… For my sex, but also certain benefits. I am expected to be serene and demure, of course, and politely quiet at official functions… But that means that I also get less scrutiny, aside from my hair, my face, my dress, my presence. I am allowed, perhaps as the others of my family aren’t, to be… More MYSELF, at least within the confines of this place.”“And what doess that entail?” you ask, leaning slightly forward. “Where do you take your… Pleassure?”You are amused to find the pinkness in this female human’s heart-shaped face deepen. She stammers, eventually looking away and clearing her throat.“Well, yes. Um. Painting, and poetry, I suppose. I… Am not much given to song, but I try; the lyrics come more naturally than, ah, the tone, and I never mastered an instrument, I’ll admit, even though my tutors tried. And… Reading. I cannot often… I am not permitted to leave very frequently, you see, since mother… Since her passing. But my family, we have collected a great many books, and are gifted them often as well. Since I was very young, I have made sport of reading them.”She looks up at you and speaks in a tongue you don’t understand. She arches an eyebrow, and you shake your head in apology and incomprehension.“I have read many poetic and historical works from the Near East. I… Speak a few of the languages, albeit most probably with a, ah, a quite terrible accent, not that any visitor has ever dared to tell me so. But… Not yours, I would guess?”You smile slightly, and bow your head.“MY… Not-barbarianss… We sspeak a very OBSSSCURE tongue. Not widely known, even in my landsss.”
Rolled 20, 10, 3 = 33 (3d20)>>5603837This seems to entice the Princess—the mystery of your falsified origins, the exotic and dashing adventurer from far off lands. She looks to you hungrily—not as Irinnile might, or Glowie, or even Jazkarmel once upon a time, or as any other female with whom you have shared lustful desire. No, it is the scholarly hunger you more commonly associate with your great love, The Novice Fleshweaver: the hunger for knowledge beyond the carnal.“What is it like, where you come from?” she asks. “What are the people like, there?”You realize that this is your moment to make your move, and so you must seize that moment and move swiftly and strike at the heart of this human female. But… Long Wang is a mask, a hurriedly-appropriated name for a false face. You never bothered to devise any sort of… Backstory! No, you’ll need to work with the truth, albeit shrouded behind a veil of vagueness.“Where I come from,” you begin, “ it is very different. The land iss… Harsh, inhossspitable.”“Steppe often can be, I am told,” the princess says, then places her hands cutely to her mouth and as her eyes widen. “Sorry, I am interrupting! Please, please, continue.”You do so, slowly and methodically—the ‘language barrier’ should provide adequate excuse, as you formulate a way to describe your past and present as a member of the Reptilian Master Race without SAYING as much.“My people are few,” you continue. “Oncce, we were… Numerouss. Great. A… Well, a horde, maybe? An empire? It dependsss who you asssk. Ssome… Ssome call us barbariansss.”The Princess smiles slightly at this reference to your earlier discussion.“Now… It sseemss that a long period of hardship hasss driven the joy and love from my people’sss heartsss. I am often faced with the ssad truth of what we have lossst—not jusst material thingsss, but sssomething insside.”The Princess nods as you speak, and you raise you’re your eyebrows. She seems to catch herself, but you encourage her to speak.“I… Yes, as I said of my family, I… Guess I can relate, to people losing a part of themselves. Not to say I understand the… Your circumstances are different, by far, obviously.”You regard her curiously, and she fidgets under your scrutiny, eventually filling the silence herself:
>>5603839“You said ‘our gods’. Do your people not worship the same deities?”Ha! That is putting it mildly. You can’t exactly say which gods it is you DO worship… But then, as a Knight Ascendant, you are forbidden to deny or hie your faith from direct questioning, aren’t you? You cringe a little, and nod, trying your best to walk a fine line between denial and revelation.“Our godsss encourage curiossity, exxxperimentation, courage… Thingsss my people, who cling to old waysss of doing thingsss and shun the new and different, often shrink away from in these ‘dark daysss’, as you call them,”“My people do the same,” Ekaterine agrees, sadly.“My patron in particular wishesss for usss to be bold, brave… Asss my anccessstor wass. In war, yesss, but alssso in other avenuesss!”“Other avenues?” the princess asks.You reach out, taking her hand again in yours, and move closer to her so that she cannot easily escape your presence, except by shoving you away—a fool’s errand, with your far greater size—or clambering awkwardly over the arm of the bench behind her. She does neither.“Love,” you clarify. “Sssometimesss, love requiresss… Boldnesss, greater than war. Don’t you agree?”The Princess of Hawksong looks up at you. Her breathing is hitched, held. Her eyes are wide, her lips part to form words which do not come.You seize the moment.>20You have never actually… KISSED before. Your regular facial anatomy doesn’t permit this form of affection, common to humanoids, but these last two years have provided you with many ‘firsts’. By her initial stiffness and awkwardness, you suspect that the Princess has little to no experience with the act, either… But before long, her arms are around you ,fingers clutching at your braided hair, and the two of you are doing a great deal of learning. It is… Not unpleasant. You are surprised when her tongue laps at your lips; your part in surprise, and before long your tongues are intertwined as well. “I… Ah, I’m sorry, I don’t know what came over me. I just—”You silence the Princess, and reassure her, by interrupting to return the strange gesture of affection, with more-than-equal enthusiasm. Her yelp of surprise turns to a soft moan which rumbles through your jaws and down to your throat and chest; you growl back, a rumble which sets her to shivering. Your hands cannot feel her well, not through your armour, and you lament this, for the press of her slim-but-soft body to yours attests to a luxuriousness and warmth which stirs your <appetite>… And, for once, it does not pain you.The Divine Mother’s blessing is with you.
>>5603856“We… Oh, Gods Above, I… Ah. W-wow.”“Yess,” you agree, and earnestly.“We should… Ah, I’m sorry. This was…”The princess begins to gently extract herself from your entanglement, and seemingly to regain her senses.“We’ll… YOU’LL, really… If we are, if someone sees us like this, then, well… I have no idea what Father might do, but decapitation sadly springs to mind and, hahaha, it rather spoils the whole lovely, um… Moment.”"I ssupose it might," you admit. "If we were caught."The Princess is beginning to blush brightly again, and is quick to add: "There are... Other good reasons to... We just met each other, and I hardly even... And I've never... You know... Even kissed anyone, let alone anything e-else!"The princess’ hair is dishevelled, her dress likewise. Her capelet was lost in the commotion; her dewy, soft, pale-pink bosom is half-exposed. Her pupils are dilated with desire, her breathing heavy and hot. You feel the same, and the sight of her stirs you even further. Yet she DOES speak sense: to go any further right here and now would risk capture, exposure, destruction…But it IS the mission. And she smells AMAZING, wafting with peculiar pheromones and with her floral perfume.What will you do?>There is no rush… You will play it cool for now, close to the chest. Engage her in more philosophy, maybe? And… Maybe some more kissing, if circumstances permit?>If here and now are dangerous… What about elsewhere? Later? You could arrange a late-night rendezvous, perhaps?>Have Irinnile run interference—you will sate your <appetite> and impregnate this princess right here, in this garden!>Here and now were never your objective—it is time for this dragon to kidnap a princess and escape to the world below while her foolish family are busy with their meeting!>Write-in
>>5603857>There is no rush… You will play it cool for now, close to the chest. Engage her in more philosophy, maybe? And… Maybe some more kissing, if circumstances permit?I like interacting with her.
>>5603857>Have Irinnile run interference—you will sate your <appetite> and impregnate this princess right here, in this garden!thank you crit
>>5603857>Have Irinnile run interference—you will sate your <appetite> and impregnate this princess right here, in this garden!Consequences be damned. Also, unless a legit Paladin comes wandering along, I think we'll be okay. I do believe there's a rush considering Bloodrise might be having some issues.
>>5603857>Have Irinnile run interference—you will sate your <appetite> and impregnate this princess right here, in this garden! Yknow, Id love to talk shop with her but fuck me man, that nat 20 after rumors about Bloodrise, the dice clearly want us to get in and get out, and I have to agree, we really need to get back to Bloodrise and lay double dragon down on Ssezty, I hope Ekaterine doesnt hold a vendetta, or at least we'll see her again and still be on okay terms, maybe she'll be hopelessly devoted to us like Glowie from the hormones or something, she seems like a good introduction to humanity and the dark gods, lean into the barbarian, put our hand over her mouth but dont be scary about it just shush her seductively and take the reigns, the risk is exciting, after that its a simple dine and dash boys
>>5603857>>Have Irinnile run interference—you will sate your <appetite> and impregnate this princess right here, in this garden!More like fix broken appetiteDoes that count as double-racemixing?
Honestly, Izzy’s blood is like Royal Catnip. She got a nat 20 on Price Rufos back during the Tower Ball.
>>5604015>spoiler[Theral is already "double race-mixed" if you count his mother being a hybrid and his father being of a different Reptilian clan/caste than his grandmother. Breeding with a human would be back-crossing if anything, though the fact that the child is also a demigod and would have three "parents" complicates matters yet further. As with most mythological lineages, it's best not to dwell on it overmuch, or you start to wonder if Thor really eliminated all the giants when he and his father descend from giants themselves, or what the difference is between a Greek god and a Greek titan.]Though as far as his human heritage goes, the Yosefs from whom Theral descends are based on Jews, and the royalty of Hawksong upon Franks
>>5604044Nah, the joke was we are double racemixing as reptilian/human in addition to Eastern/Western
>>5604049[Ah. Well, he's just wearing a racially-insensitive costume, so I guess it depends on how you feel about the misegenation contet of old adaptations of The King and I.]
>>5604051>The King and I.
>>5603865>>5603866>>5603936>>5604006>>5604015>>5604054The smell of this female is intoxicating, as is the sudden rebound of your long-floundering libido. Since the battle the previous evening, you have hungered with an <appetite> long-suppressed, and now that hunger roars like avoid within you, an unquiet whirlpool into a deep sea of fiery NEED. It will be sated.“Ekaterine,” you speak the name, tasting it on your tongue, “I ssensse that you feel ass I do… That you feel asss I feel. Thiss place, these people and their… CNVENTIONSSS, their normsss, you are beyond them. They are below you, beneath you.”The princess clasps a hand to her face, shaking her head once then stopping. She shifts in unease at your words, clearly agreeing with some of them, but not with your framing. You stand, advancing towards her. She takes a step back, but does not scream, nor run, nor can she pull her eyes from yours.“Where I come from, among my people… It isss ssaid that all our desstiniess are written in the sstarsss.”You take her hands in your armoured ones again, and she does not pull away, though neither does she grow closer. Your words have hypnotized her, like prey before a serpent.“Princcessss… YOUR sstarsss are lining up for ssomething world-changing. And it beginsss with thisss…”Princess Ekaterine shakes her head again, but her eyes belie an uncertainty, and her cheeks are coloured with her embarrassment, her desire. Her body is warm—so warm, even to a Dragonborn!—as you pull her into your embrace. Her fingers trail down your torso.“Mister Long… I am… Flustered, and… I mean, I won’t pretend that this isn’t very… Um, well, YES< you know… But no, no, we just cannot…”You are growing frustrated now, but you think you understand. This noble-born creature requires PERSUASION… She swooned for your dominance, and now she demands it of you again. You oblige, pulling her tight against you now, and allowing her to feel your surging arousal for herself, pressed to her abdomen. You grab her hand and guide her to it—an organs strange to you both, in yoru disguised form. The Lady of the Rookery is with you, though—you are engorged, as hard as you have ever been. Ekaterine gasps, seems about to scream… but doesn’t.“This is… Quite IMPROEPR, Mister Long,” she whispers harshly, glaring even as her flush remains, and she withdraws her hand.“Yesss,” you agree.Irinnile is nowhere to be seen, but the False Knight no doubt senses the wellsprings of passion which the two of you have unlocked. The succubus knows the mission—you trust that they will hold the guards at bay while you complete your main objective.“I came here for you, Ekaterine,” you announce, summoning your kingly command. “I will have you.”
>>5605315She begins to object, but you stifle the objection with another kiss—harder, more aggressive. She struggles in your grasp, but she is no match for your strength. You grasp her hips, her rear, and push her back to a tree of this private garden of hers. With fumbling gauntlets, you hike up her dress, the delicate fabric shredding under your indelicate attentions. She yelps and cries out into the kiss, but you do not relent. You grind against her, and her struggling intensifies. She bites your lip, your tongue-you return the favour, embroiled in the heat of her, the smell of her, the feel of her softness against your hardness. You are brutish, direct, but such has always worked for you before—Glowie never objected, certainly, nor did Davora.Princess Ekaterine slaps you.It isn’t a hard slap—well, for HER it probably is, but you have fought men and monsters to put her pitiful strength to shame. It breaks your reverie, though. You see tears in her eyes, hear fear and fury in her voice.“STOP, damn you!” Her voice cracks. “Stop it! This… Is not… This isn’t what I want.”You fear she may cry out, alert the guards, bring Paladins down upon you… But she doesn’t. Instead, she troubles herself with her dress, trying to force it down, and to squirm away from you—her efforts weak, futile if you but force the issue.Unbidden, a memory from long ago—almost two years ago—comes to your mind, of another Princess. Princess Jazkarmel, of the Wevenore Drow, watching the sunset with you in the afterglow of your first dwarven conquest. She was drunk, vulnerable but intense from her peopelès fungus-liquor. She had asked you…>“Do you think that what we do here is good? Not like… Gods of good, but really GOOD?”At the time, you’d told her that, no, it was not. It was necessary, though, for our future, and for the future of the world. That you were moving with purpose. That you couldn’t stop. You were acting out of love, then—love for your people, your friends and family and community, your lost and defeated Master Race. Love greater than any individual love, even that you held for…>“And her memory’s, like… Alive in you, right? She succeeded in her mission, and you’re doing what she would’ve wanted you to do or whatever?”…These were the words which, two days prior, Irinnile had spoken, as you reflected on loves lost-for you, the Dwarven herbalist; for the succubus, your mother. You… You thought so. You think so. You are the Prince of Love, bringing it back to cold and empty hearts, and making a better world for those forlorn outcasts neglected in darkness, forsaken and forgotten by the light.Are you still?
>>5605321>“To be a Dragon King is to be greatest , to wield the mightiest magic, the strongest claws, the fiercest fire. Your heart must be strongest, also. Your love must be unyielding, unending, and irresistible. That which you love must become YOURS, or be destroyed… But you must always, and without compromise, love.”These words… They were the advice of the red Dragon King, whose soul you tamed and made your own—your predecessor, your ancestor. This woman… Her father’s father, her accursed kin, her young an impetuous ‘nation’, they brought ruin to you and yours. They slew the Red Dragon King. They killed the Great Green dragon, and made a tortured and abused husk of a thing from his remains—your tormented Big Brother. What you mean to take here is NOTHING compared to what you have lost. And this Princess of Hawksong… She said it herself, her people are as lost and in need of guidance as yours, are they not?! What you now bring them is SALVATION, surely? She should be on her knees-worshiping you, thanking you, giving you what you NEED!As you look into Princess Ekaterine’s terrified emerald eyes—the same shade as yours—you feel one more thing, recall one last memory. The sting of her palm against your cheek brings it back, the helplessness of her struggling. It is a fresh memory, fresher than all the others, and raw, and hot just like this moment. It is the slaughter of the incubus-cult. You had lost yourself then, just as you lost yourself a moment ago… In hunger, anger, excitement. In lust.The pain of your cheek… The fear and anger… You realize that it excites you.What will you do?>Rape Ekaterine, here and now>Relent, release her, and apologize>Leave her be… For now, but you’re taking her with you[No write-ins, though embellishments are permitted. The choice made here will affect Theral's characterization and (should he survive the quest) his behaviour as Dragon King forevermore. Please backlink 1post IDs.]
>>5605328Man, what a hell of a vote. No write-ins is a killer.>Relent, release her, and apologizePrinciples cost things sometimes. Theral is not a slave to his instincts, and I don't want him to be; mercy is a portfolio of his that I think is important to the character. I actually think that between Rufos and maybe Ekaterine on our side we could take Hawksong peacefully; we should pursue her from a place of truth. She's interested, as long as we didn't ruin it just now.
>>5605328Heeeeyikes, you got a way with your words that hurts my soul, Im gonna +1 this>>5605379
>>5605328>Relent, release her, and apologize.dang, misread
>>5605315>*I am... FlatteredDamnit.>>5605405[I'll take it as a compliment, maybe! But I do apologize for the typos. Was rushing to make it out to a Saint Paddy's thing.]>>5605379>>5605405>>5605412[Happy green beer and pagan conversion festival, everyone!]
>>5605328>Relent, release her, and apologizeMaybe make up a technically-true excuse as well. Something along the lines of “Courtship is different where I come from”, perhaps
>>5605462No complaints here, It was all compliments!
>>5605328>Relent, release her, and apologize
>>5605328>>Relent, release her, and apologize
>>5605471>>5605524>>5605582>>5605412>>5605405>>5605379You stare at the human female before you for a time, grappling with the feelings she (and the succubus) have awoken in you, and with the Dragon King you want to be. What does Love MEAN to you? What is ‘necessary’ here, and what is just… Your instincts, taking primacy, with an ad hoc justification coming afterwards?In the end, you take a rage breath, and step back.“I am… Ssorry,” you say. “I misssread your feelingss, it sseemsss.”Ekaterine sniffles a little, adjusting her dress further and averting yoru eyes.“It iss jussst… Where I come from, courtship isss DIFFERENT.”The excuse doesn’t seem to mollify her. You cringe inwardly at your impulsive actions. The feeling only grows worse—blossoms into a more existential dread, in fact—when you hear a commotion coming down the way.“Hey! I said HALT, damn you! I’m Yosef Heinrich, the Green Knight, and I demand that you—”“And I am Prince Alexos of Hawksong,” proclaims another voice, rumbling with anger. “And I ORDER you, by the Gods Above and my Divine Right, to STEP ASIDE NOW.”The source of that voice, Ekaterine’s eldest brother, burst onto the scene, trailing an unseasonably-warm furred cape behind him, a coronet upon his brow which is rather heavier-looking and more ornate than your impel Diadem of Clarity—probably the only reason, you realize now, that you were able to keep your head at ALL. Still, you fear it is too little, too late.“Ekaterine! What IS this? I hear that while Father and I were meeting, you have been off… GALIVANTING about with this… ADVENTURER. Look at the state of you… I DEMAND you explain yourself this instant.”Your hand drifts to your sword, your eyes flitting between the royals. You subtly shift into combat-readiness. This can only end badly. Surely, after what you did—nearly did—the Princess of Hawksong will report your action. The two guards which follow Prince Alexos are no match for you—let alone Irinnile, who hurries after them with an apologetic look on their (Heinrich Yosef’s) face… But Alexos is a Paladin, you are led to believe. He could be trouble, even if he DOES look to be nearly twice his sister’s age.“It is… As you say, Prince Alexos,” Ekatrine says.You look back to her, rattled.“The fault is mine,” she says, still not looking at you, but suppressing her earlier shivering. “I asked Mister Long to show me his martial technique—you know I am ever fascinated of the East—and when I made to mimic him, I took a tumble and rather… Ah, made a mess of my dress.”It’s an implausible story, to your eye. You see what she’s doing, of course: such exertion and incompetence could explain some sartorial damage, her flushed face, her heavy breathing, her sweat. That said, the defilement of her dress, the nature of her dishevelment, it doesn’t LOOK like the effects of a simply fall into the bushes.
>>5606783Perhaps it’s a testament to how preoccupied her princely sibling is, then, that he simply frowns, narrows his eyes, and says:“Be more careful. Have we not all INSTRUCTED you to be more cautious?”Ekaterine nods demurely.“And not just with this silly insistence on exercise, I mean,” Prince Alexos sighs, finally looking to you. “Mister… Long, was it?”“Long Wang,” you confirm, with a bow.The prince’s lip twitches slightly, his eyes flitting back to his sister again before he looks to you.“I must insist that I escort you to... Wherever it is you are MEANT to be, because I am CERTAIN that where you are NOT meant to be is ALONE, without chaperone, with my sister PRINCESS Ekaterine of Hawksong.”You look to Ekaterine, who briefly looks to you with ambivalence, almost regret. She nods slightly.“Yess,” you agree. “I undersstand. I… Apologize.”You see that Ekaterine understands that this is meant more for her than for her brother. She chews her lip, wrapping arms around her midsection, and watches as the Paladin Prince and his guards lead you and Irinnile-as-Yosef away from this private garden. You sense not just regret, or fear, but a lasting longing.As you depart, the roiling tumult in your gut returns. It is the feeling of your still-inflamed, unfulfilled <appetite> disturbing the spiritual parasite within you—your demigod child, growing fat off of your own lifeforce, yet unimplanted in your chosen female.What will you do?>Attempt to engage the Crown Prince of Hawksong in conversation [about his sister? His father? Rufos? Current events? Other?]>Ask to see Prince Rufos—that is the OTHER reason you were here, after all>Allow the guards to simply escort you off of the premises—let Irinnile, disguised as Yosef, deal with the Prince, while you return to the city for now>Leave, and bring Irinnile with you—you need to regroup, strategize your next steps, and the succubus' host of demonic abilities will be key>Write-in
>>5605328Also, I feel the need to state, that I want to properly seduce her- I’m not giving up on the mission. I like her, and want to woo her to our cause- not to mention the logistics of getting out of her would be severely complicated after the rape (though fighting through the Palace would be epic as all hell), not to mention the secondary goal of regaining control over the Prince.I do hope that relenting does not mean giving up- otherwise I would’ve voted differently, either the take her vote or the here and now thing.>>5605379I’m not up for turning the Dragonborn into a moralfag- this is a Anti-Paladin quest, not Paragon of Virtue quest. The fun is exploring the lack of conventional morality, not trying to recreate conventional morality as the villain.
>>5606789>I do hope that relenting does not mean giving up- otherwise I would’ve voted differently, either the take her vote or the here and now thing.[Never fear, it doesn't. It does, however, mean you may not get to fugg her this day or this thread, since it will likely be bumped in a day or two]If you'd raped her, you would have hard routelocked any actual romance/seduction. She wouldn't have forgiven that.
>>5606786>Attempt to engage the Crown Prince of Hawksong in conversation [You sister always this lustful for knowledge? Move on to his brother and current events after that.]>Ask to see Prince Rufos—that is the OTHER reason you were here, after allI’m fine with slow burning this- hell, maybe we can get Henzler to come and teach the princess some magic, I’m sure she’d like that.
>>5606803>spoilerFigured- it was pretty obvious. I like her- and I’d like to keep her heart, if possible.
>>5606789Agreed; maybe there was some sort of misunderstanding on my stance. I think that mercy is a form of power, and Theral has wielded it well in the past. I want him to keep doing that. I definitely don't need to play Dragonborn White Knight quest.>Attempt to engage the Crown Prince of Hawksong in conversation [You sister always this lustful for knowledge? Move on to his brother and current events after that.]>Ask to see Prince Rufos—that is the OTHER reason you were here, after all
>>5606967>I think that mercy is a form of power, and Theral has wielded it well in the pastNow that- that is an interesting way of look at it. I like that framing.
>>5606786>Attempt to engage the Crown Prince of Hawksong in conversation [about his sister? His father? Rufos? Current events? Other?]His sister lmaoGet to know our future BIL
Y'all are forgetting a bit fast the Novice. What's the plan? Dragonborn Harem Quest?
>>5607444I mean, Big Bro has a harem, and so did Big Red. Sorta a prerequisite for a Dragonking.
>>5607444Yeah I was entirely under the impression thats what we were gonna do, reptilians arent against multiple mates, and dragons have harems, big red had a favorite mate in his harem even as we learned, he loved her and mourned her loss enough to make a huge tomb that we found his soul residing in, serpent says we cant treat any of them with nepotism though
>>5607302>>5606967>>5606805You decide to make the most of this armed escort interrupting your seduction. This is, after all, your chance to wheedle relevant information out of a foremost authority on two matters of great importance: the Paladin King’s response to your Dark Crusade, and (most especially) Ekaterine, who you find yourself more deeply fascinated by than you expected.“Princce Alexxoss?”The prince slows slightly, but does not turn around or reply. You hurry slightly to catch up, cognizant of the power-game the rival royal is playing with this common-born foreigner, ‘Mister Long’. You play the part, though, bowing your head slightly before speaking: “Your sissster, Princcesss Ekaterine, isss quite something, issn’t she?”He glances at you then, narrowing his eyes and drawing briefly to a halt.“Is she alwayss sso… Lussstful for knowledge?” you ask. “She is the jewel of this city, and the apple of my father’s eye,” he agrees, before his voice dips lwoers, becoming a grim whisper. “Be careful how you speak of the favoured child of The Paladin King, Eastman.”You force a smile upon your false face. Your upbringing and Dragon Soul rankle at a mere mammal talking down to you like this, of course.“Sso ssorry, sso sorry,” you say though gritted teeth. “Thiss isss not my firsst language. Perhapsss something wass lossst between here and there. I meant no dissresspect.”The procession begins again—the Crown Prince of Hawksong at its head, you a couple steps behind, Irinnile and the palace guards bring up the rear toe sure you all follow as you should and take no untoward detours again. “My sister… Has always been much as you encountered her, I imagine,” the prince of Hawksong eventually supplies. “She has a bad habit of not knowing when to speak and when to be silent, I will admit… And, kind-hearted girl that she is, she doesn’t seem to understand the way that this can give people ideas above their station. Certain people can take her friendliness for FAMILIAIRITY, and forget that she is a Princess, and should be addressed and treated as such—with the respect her father warrants, and with solemn deference.”
>>5607766You hold back a hiss or irritation at this mouthy priest-prince of the False Gods, attempting to put you ‘in your place’. Oh, to draw steel and demonstrate amply the meaning of the title ‘Antipaladin’! Instead, you try again to begin the conversation with your new paramour’s elder sibling, this time on matters less personal and more political:“Princcesss Ekaterine told usss that you were in a meeting, disscusssing all the chaosss of recent daysss?” you ask.Prince Alexos nods once, not breaking stride.“Iss it true what I hear from the Green—from Ssir Yossef?” you ask.“That depends what you heard from him” Alexos replies bluntly, “but Heinrich Yosef is not privy to the council-meetings of the Paladin King, except at our—at father’s—discretion. I suspect you, and HE, both understand only one portion of the great picture.”You get the feeling that this comment is directed more at the green Knight than at you, but Irinnile-as-Yosef can only frown glumly and glower in (you assume) an imitation of what she thinks her host’s reaction would be.“Ssir Yossef and I recently faced a dangerousss demon-cult in the ssouth-wesst of the cccity. Do you think it iss related?” you probe. “To the trouble brewing in the Ssouth… To the eventsss in Bloodrise.”“Mister Long,” the Prince says, stopping again and turning to face you. “If Sir Yosef isn’t privy to such matters, to our meeting, why on the Gods’ green EARTH would you be?”You narrow your eyes, saying nothing.
>>5607770The prince looks past you to Irinnile, who flinches at the sudden direct attention.“Cease with this charade, having your man poke and prod at me in your stead. Heinrich, really, what is this farce? If you are so upset at missing a strategy meeting, perhaps you should make yourself more RELAIBLE. You charged off to do gods-know-what, telling no-one where you were going or for how long, only to return a few days later, having fought some ‘demon-cult’ and found this bizarre itinerant? And then you somehow thought it appropriate to fraternize together with my sister? What are you DOING? What does any of this have to do with… Our common enemy?”“We… That is, I was…” Irinnile begins then looks desperately to you.>Construct an excuse, and attempt to build a rapport with Alexos [provide details]>Request an audience with Prince Rufos to discuss the matter—yes, you fear the demons, and the rumblings in the South and in Bloodrise, are related to the Reptilian threat>You were just leaving, actually—you won’t stay where you aren’t wanted [specify if you bring Irinnile, or assign the succubus task in the palace]>Ask if what you’ve heard of the Paladin Prince’s competence in battle is true—among your (fictitious) people, it is customary to have sparring matches with new allies (maybe with a bet on the side?)>Fuck this—the Crown prince is standing before you, your empowered demonic ally is standing by, and his own supporters are two (rather mundane-looking) human males—attack! Strike him down, destabilizing Hawksong’s power structure and succession!>Write-in
>>5607773>Construct an excuse, and attempt to build a rapport with Alexos [provide details]A powerful demon and longtime ally of the Reptilians, one that had sat in this city subtly corrupting it for years undetected, was found and eliminated by Yosef in only a few days and he has the gall to accuse Yosef of unreliability? Perhaps he should do a better job of keeping his own house clean.I guess we'll have to say this ourselves, would sound better coming from Iri though. For followup Iri should know enough about Inky and his holdings in the city to explain just how serious the threat was. Just don't reveal anything we can use to significant effect, such as Rufos.
>>5608019Sure, I’ll +1, maybe slap her back to talk telepathically.>Ask if what you’ve heard of the Paladin Prince’s competence in battle is true—among your (fictitious) people, it is customary to have sparring matches with new allies (maybe with a bet on the side?)Fight fight fight fight!
>>5607773>Construct an excuse, and attempt to build a rapport with Alexos [provide details]>Claim that your a skilled demon tracker and exorcist from the east. And that heimrich sought us out since notes he obtained from the demon cult implied that their was demon influence amongst hawksong's upper echelons.
>>5608019>>5608073+1 to both. Seems like a good idea to get the suspicion off of us.
>>5608333>>5608129>>5608073>>5608019[Vote locked, post forthcoming.]
>>5608403“The demon wass working with the… Common enemy,” you say.Irinnile looks to you in alarm and confusion, but you just nod. You attempt to project your thoughts, your intentions. Can Irinnile still read them as clearly as when you clasped the Kinslayer in your claws? Perhaps, perhaps not… But they nod back, and Yosef’s face sets into a look of determination and understanding.“Mister Long is right!” the False Green Knight says, raising their voice. “The demon we, uh, vanquished in the downtown area there was a longtime agent of the liz—uh, I mean, the enemy! It was just, like… Sitting tehre, doing its thing, for YEARS, maybe even DECADES. Did you and your Paladins just… Not notice?”The Prince’s eye twitches a little at that.“That’s what I thought,” Irinnile-ben-Yosef sneers, with a demeaning chuckle. “Wow, and you’re calling ME ‘unreliable’? Maybe I wouldn’t have to miss meetings if I wasn’t busy cleaning up, like, YOUR messes?”“Heinrich, are you… Drunk?” the Prince asks, gravely. “This is… Outrageous. You are being unlike yourself, and I WON’T stand for it.”Irinnile balks a little, glancing towards you. You narrow your eyes slighty, and step forward.“I apologize for Ssir Yossef,” you say. “We got carried away in our celebationsss, following our victory. It iss… Why he hass made thiss and OTHER faux pas, today.”Irinnile breathes a sigh of relief as Prince Alexos nods slowly.“ Asss for me,” youc otninue, “I fear we got off on a poor footing. I am a demon tracker and exxorccissst from the Eassst—” “A really good one!” ‘Heinrich Yosef’ chimes in, unnecessarily.“—and Ssir Yossef sought my aid in dealing with the problem of the demon-cult. He then brought usss here, to report on the… TRUE spread of the cult’sss influence…”You step forward, and Alexos steps back a bit. You raise your hand in peace, and lean close to whisper:“An influencce that hass sseeped into even the upper echelonsss of Hawksssong, he ssusspectssss.”The Crown Prince’s eyes widen, and he looks to Irinnile for conversation of your confidential revelation. Irinnile, who you’re pretty sure didn’t even hear what you said, nods automatically and gives a thumbs up, smiling. You shake your head slightly, and irinnile’s expression rapidly shifts to a dour grimace, and a more serious nod follows.“This is… A grave accusation,” the Prince rumbles. “Have you proof? If you… if WE go around throwing out such slander without evidence, and are proven wrong, it would mean your head. You must realize this, Mister Long?”You grin slightly at this threat. Ah, so he’ll use Long Wang’s intelligence, but if will also readily throw this ‘Eastern exorcist’ under the proverbial carriage to protect his reputation if it’s false? Or is it just a test, to see how you’ll react to such a serious threat?
>>5608418 You do not flinch, simply taking a step back and resting a hand on your blade. Your stance remains relaxed, and you make no motion to draw it.“I am sskilled in my craft, Princcce Alexxosss. I don’t mean to criticcize you Northmen, but I’m not ssure anyone in thiss ccity could take my head even if they wished to.”“Such arrogance,” the Prince sniffs, watching you carefully,, but with renewed interest. “I see you and Heinrich have ONE thing in common, at least.”Irinnile suppresses a snort of laughter, and mumbles: “If you only knew…”You arch an eyebrow at the comment, but keep your focus on the prince.“I have heard the Paladinsss are an esspecially fearsome fighting forcce, though,” you admit. “And I have LONG wondered how I would fare againssst ssuch an enemy. Isss it true that they trained you, Princcce Alexxoss?”“I am heir to the Paladin King’s throne,” Alexos says cooly. “Of course I was schooled in their faith and fighting style.”“Among my people, it isss cussstomary to tessst the mettle of a new ally with a friendly ssparring match,” you lie.The Prince immediately understand the implications, rolling a shoulder as he sizes you up. He is older than you—middle-aged by the standards of his short-lived species, you wager—but he has the build of a fighter, and moves with the confidence and grace of a warrior who has stayed physically and mentally sharp. So you do, though—he must recognize that, and your greater size, strength, and agility.And yet…“Ha,” he says, smirking for a moment. “Fine. My sister and Sir Yosef have put too many ideas in your head, Mister Long. If you desire that I should deliver a few blows to dislodge them, I will oblige you.”“P-Prince Alexos!” one of the guards protests, the first words either of the men ahs uttered.“Silence,” the Prince replies, without raising his voice, and both fall back.To you, he says: “Meet me in the courtyard on the opposite side of the ground from the garden where I found you with Princess Ekaterine. You will be supplied a practice word, as shall I—dulled blades, you understand. We aren’t fools or… BARBARIANS… In this place.”You grin, and bow.You take a moment to collect yourself and to plan your strategy as you traverse the palace. You feel… Strangely exhilarated. Is this the bloodlust which Irinnile awoke in you, resurgent in light of your earlier-stifled appetite? Or is it that you, the ‘Dragonborn Antipaladin’, are finally fulfilling the purpose for which you were given that title? You are about to fight a Paladin of Hawksong—the Paladin king’s own heir-apparent!
>>5608420When you arrive in the courtyard in question, you find it to be a field empty of everything but a thin layer of manicured grass. You arrive in time to see the last of whatever overgrowth ahs occurred swept aside by a halfling servant with a scythe—the first of these small, slim folk you have seen, though you know them by reputation. He is not the only one there, though—Prince Alexos has not yet arrived, but word must have spread, for you see various other noblemen and women, and what look to be their guards and servants-are there as well. You se nobody that you would take to be Paladin King Archos, but you DO see Princess Ekaterine, and standing near her a blue-cloaked and thinly-bearded man with a crown like that of Alexos—their brother, Rufos, you presume.You bow to them both, and before you can even rise—or anyone can move to stop her,--the Princess of Hawksong ahs rushed towards you. There are some murmurs from the crowd. The Princess hears them, wincing a little at the gossiping taking place just loud enough for you to catch the scandalized tone, but she does not turn to face them. Instea,d she asks you:“Mister Long! What is the MEANING of this?! I… I LIED to my brother for you, to spare you, even in SPITE of your… R-rudeness… And this is what you do with that mercy? You challenge him to a fight?! I was trying to AVODI this!”“It is a friendly ssparring match,” you reassure her.“To what END?!” she demands. “This is… There is no point in it! It’s senseless!”“I have to admit,” the succubus disguised as the Green Knight says, “I’m not sure what the game-plan is here, either, Wangy. What are we doing here?”You begin to answer their inquiries, but you’ve barely got more than a couple words out when two trumpets are blown. The three of you look up to see Prince Alexos. He has traded in his courtly garb for a gambeson, with the city’s eagle symbol stitched upon his breast. He gingerly removes his crown, setting it upon a pillow proffered by a servant, as two more approach bearing dulled swords in the same Northwestern make as Kinslayer: double-edged, straight-bladed, with a crossguard.What is your plan here?>Fight to test yourself, but fight fairly and in a ‘friendly’ manner>Fight to humiliate—to crush this human princeling’s pride and establish dominance>Fight to cripple him—a ‘sparring accident’ to make an invalid of the Paladin King’s heir>Fight to kill—there will be no playing it off as an ‘innocent accident’ if you do, but it is worth it>Write-inDo you do anything to make it ‘more interesting’?>Place a bet on the bout [what terms? Something related to Ekaterine, to a royal favour, or otherwise?]>Suggest using your regular armaments, rather than these play swords>Take a handicap—one hand behind your back, for instance, or a blindfold [specify]>Write-in
>>5608423>Fight to test yourself, but fight fairly and in a ‘friendly’ manner>Wager an exchange of information: if you win, Alexos will clue you in on the strategy meeting that just went on, that you might better understand the situation; if you lose, you will teach Alexos about how you detected the fiend (Guidance)Seems like a low-risk, high-reward type play.
>>5608423>Fight to humiliate—to crush this human princeling’s pride and establish dominance>Fight to cripple him—a ‘sparring accident’ to make an invalid of the Paladin King’s heirI like the idea of putting him in his place- he did insult us after all, and we aren’t the good guys.>Place a bet on the bout [Royal favor and a good word with the family, in exchange knowledge of the conspiracy]>Suggest using your regular armaments, rather than these play swords>Take a handicap- a blindfoldDanger-sense and Guidance will win us the day! Besides, our armor has eyes no? Maybe that’ll help with our sight!
>>5608462[Point of order: your shoggoth-cuirass only has eyes when you rouse its latent consciousness, at which point it would also be quite aparent that you were wearing an abominable aberrant as armour.]
>>5608423Backing >>5608442also jesus, Iri is garbage at this
>>5608466Figures- desu, I only put the blindfold bit in there if anons decide to play goodboi and not humiliated or cripple the fucker to repay his insult. I’d want something to at least spice up this duel beyond betting on trading knowledge.
>>5608477Ye- it’s why I wanted Iri to rouse Ricky into semi-consciousness. I do find her attempts at pretending to be hilarious though.
>>5608442>>5608477Like, can we at least humiliate the fool and establish dominance? It probably would get us closer to meeting with Rufos if they are in direct competition with one another.
>>5608500Yeah, you know, fair enough. I'll change the first part of my vote to:>Fight to humiliate—to crush this human princeling’s pride and establish dominance
>>5608423>>Fight to test yourself, but fight fairly and in a ‘friendly’ mannerI like that one >>5608462But let's had some princess-related things
>>5608543I appreciate that bro
>>5608624>princess-related things [Such as?]>>5608442>>5608462>>5608477>>5608543>>5608624[We seem to have a tie for how to approach the fight, so I'll leave the vote open a bit longer.]
>>5608423>Fight to humiliate—to crush this human princeling’s pride and establish dominance>Wager an exchange of information: if you win, Alexos will clue you in on the strategy meeting that just went on, that you might better understand the situation; if you lose, you will teach Alexos about how you detected the fiend (Guidance)I just feel that the second option is more in line with the dragonborn character.
>>5608925>>5608442>>5608462>>5608477>>5608543>>5608624[Locked! Making coffee, then writing. There may be a delay, alas, as I need to take my cat in for a routine vet visit today as well.]
Rolled 8, 11, 16, 12, 20 = 67 (5d20)>>5608947The arrogance of this ape-man incenses you. He reminds you of your Wevenore Drow rivals, when you were meddling in the selection of their new king: all the pomp of Minothel of House Tlintear, with all the self-seriousness of Corandiirn of Sambra. It isn’t You who has ideas above his station—it is Alexos! You will put this foolish ‘Paladin’ in HIS place, before this is over.But first…“Why don’t we make thiss a bit more… Inetresssting?” you ask, as you take up and twirl your blunted sparring blade.Prince Alexos narrows his eyes, delicately lifting his own blade. With a nod, he indicates to his sister to leave your side; grudgingly, she does so, with guards hastening to meet her and escort her away.“Already disregarding my instructions in regards to the Princess?” he notes, surprisingly calm. “I would say you are making this interesting enough already, Mister Long.”“I mean a bet,” you clarify.“I KNOW what you mean,” the prince snaps back, then takes a breath and looks to the audience which ahs gathered.“Yes, fine, I will take your bet,” he sighs, motivated plainly by the need to maintain his reputation in front of the throng of subjects and courtiers. “What are your terms? Something to do with Princess Ekaterine, I’m given to suspect.”“No,” you say, surprising him. “An exxxchange of information. I wish to know what I am… Up againssst. What you disscusssed in that strategy meeting, behind closed doorsss. Let em meet with you and your brother, to discussss ur mutual adversariesss.”A murmur goes up from the crowd. You catch some of the whispers: talk of demons, of lizardmen, of Bloodrise and the South. The rumour-mill is hard at work, spreading fear and anxiety through even these sheltered elites of the city.“That is quite out of the question,” the Prince rebuffs you. “Those are crown secrets, not… FAVOURS to be traded.”“Hey, you can trust Wang,” Irinnile assures him. “He’s on our side. Honest!”You hold back a chuckle. As if!“Fine,” the Crown Prince of Hawksong relents. “And when I win—”“I will teach you the divination magic which allowed me to find the foe which YOU failed to root out, and which hass sspread enemy influenccce throughout your cccity!”The murmuring of the crowd grows louder, turning in some cases to cries of alarm or disbelief.Prince Alexos’ eye twitches again.“You dare?!” he hisses,, approaching you as if ready to strike you down then and there. “Yosef, what is WRONG with this foreign SAVAGE you have brought here? Have you taught him nothing of courtly etiquette? Of civility?!”
>>5608972>>5608972>20The man tumbles as you sweep his leg with your blunted blade, catching him at the back of the knee and sending him tippling. Your sword-work was masterful, swift; your timing precise, your angle calculated. To much of the crowd, they did not see your sneaky and underhanded strike—they saw the prince charge at you, and then come tumbling down with a light tap.You step back, allowing the Paladin Prince, heir of the empire, to tumble to his hands and knees. His sword drops, clatters, skids to your feet.“Y-you DARE?!” he sputters.You gently tap his sword with your boot, sliding it back to the fallen royal. With a disingenuous smile upon your fake face, you offer him a helping hand up.“Ssorry,” you lie, “I thought e were ssstarting.”The Crown Prince, as red in the face now as his younger sister was earlier, slaps your hand away. He takes up his sword and stands under his own power, taking up a stance.“If I win,” you growls, “you will leave Hawksong FOREVER, and NEVER return, you blackguard. Do we have an AGREEMENT?”There are chuckles from the crowd at the King’s heir losing his composure, joining the mutterings of displeasure at his keeping secrets, and commentary upon the embarrassing ease with which you took him down with a single light blow. He silences them all with a glare—testament to whatever ‘Fearsome Presence’ he might have ever this entourage, though you feel no such emanation from him.(Among the crowd, Ekaterine's eyes widen, and you see her lips part in a little gasp. her smooth brow furrows with outrage and concern. For you? At her brother's xenophobia and spite? Both? You'd like to think it's at least a LITTLE for your benefit..)Presence or no presence, and even with the difference in your age and fitness, you have to admit: your first blow WAS a fluke, or at least a bit of shrewd and unfair opportunism on your part rather than an actual difference in raw skill. The Crown Prince is obviously confident in his ability, to challenge you so publicly, and to set such dramatic terms. His stance is practiced, and you sense an aura of the mystical about him.And you are a Knight Ascendant, bound by the code.
>>5608987>1. You must not turn down a direct challenge to your honour, no matter how perilous>6. You must not break an oath or promise givenIf you accept these terms… You have an obligation to honour them. If you lose this fight, you must leave the city and never return—not to claim your prized Princess, nor to enter this shining city with invasion force or triumphant victory parade over its defenders. To do otherwise risk’s your patron’s wrath and disfavour—the animosity of a Dark God.Will you accept the terms?>Yes>No [Diplomacy at a disadvantage to negotiate him into your preferred terms]>No, this whole idea was dumb—the Serpent Ascendant will be disappointed in your turning down a challenge, but you’ll find a way to make it up to him… Somehow…>Write-in [if you can think of one! Careful!]
>>5608988>Yes.RQM, How this crit gives us the right to risk coming back to the city or get Serpent Daddy mad and little to no benefit?I demand reduced DC for the next test!
>>5608993[Your crit was to humiliate him with some early swordplay and the 20 injured his knee AND gave you your Hexblade trait advanatge to further attacks with a sword against this opponent. His harsh conditions were a non-roll-related CONSEQUENCE for you choosing an option that involves his public humiliation. he's angry.]
>>5608988>"Adding terms to the bet? Fine. I agree, but if I should win, I or one of my kinsmen will sit in on ALL further strategy meetings relating to these goings-on. It would probably do you good to have a different perspective in the room, anyways."I'd like to subvert Hawksong even further, and what better way than to insert one of our spies into the highest levels of decision making posing as an anti-demonologist?
>>5608988>Only if I get Ekaterine’s hand in marriage if I win.Either he backs out of the additional terms at the audacity of it, or we get her hand should we win. Fair is fair.
>>5609104Forcing HIM to back down IS a viable loophole in your code
>>5608988Also, I don’t know what disadvantage means, but I would like to visit Hawksong again, so maybe we can provoke him into attacking without accepting the deal as is via >>5609104? And add a qualifier of ‘so long as you are alive, Alexos‘.
>>5609109Based, let’s gooooooo!
Personally, I wonder if we can pull one of those Eastern tales, where after we dominate and humble him we offer him our hand in friendship?
>>5609111>disadvantage[You'll have a higher than 15 DC, because you're being impetuous and he dislikes you.]
>>5609169Not great, not terrible.
>>5608988>YesBut if he's adding a term so will we.I don't want to ask to marry Ekaterine after one conversation, being rejected, in front of her.I also think asking to sit in on all strategy meetings is blatantly suspicious.So>If we win he gets off our back forever. He can't bother us ever again, no matter what we're doing or who we're doing it with. In matters relating to us he can speak only when spoken to.
>>5609303Actually, betting on marrying Ekaterine is an attempt to get him to back off on the bet, it being so audacious. It’s also meant to flatter Ekaterine, because bitches love this sorta thing.I’d rather we not bet our existence in Hawksong for anything less, at least without a qualifier to not upset ALL of our plans.
>>5609313>It’s also meant to flatter Ekaterine, because bitches love this sorta thing.that's the part I think won't workand in fact will backfire
>>5609317I think you’re ignoring the part that may backfire instead- the dice. We shouldn’t be as glib as to agree to a binding oath that would upset all of our plans if we lose, not even for your attempted immunity deal.And yes, it probably will work. It’s romantic and shit- and even with her confused feelings on the matter, she will be flattered by a duel for her hand.
>>5609303>>5609104>>5609014>>5608993[Hm. No votes for "no", but the "yes, but..." is very up-in-the-air as to WHAT "but". I'll leave this open a while longer.]