rolled 6, 1, 6 = 13

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You wake with a start, staring up into the stars. It's still night. Your arms feel a little numb, but when you rub them, they feel cold. You're not supposed to feel cold. A quick glance down reveals your hands to be glowing the same color as the tablet's writing, and you feel a sensation like spiders running over them. You can hear a whispering voice, getting louder and louder as you listen. You put your hands on the ground to lift yourself up, turning the stone to ice where your fingers touch. The voice speaks in English, slowly becoming easier to understand. You pull yourself up, and place your hands on the chasm wall. You need some air.

The stone shatters at your touch. Thousands of tiny cracks run up the wall, crumbling the handholds into dust as the outer layer breaks away. You look back down, at the tunnels. They're glowing. The voice is deafening now, shouting into your ears from all directions.

"BREAK IT. BREAK IT. BREAK IT. IT'S SO EASY, ISN'T IT? IT BREAKS SO EASILY. BREAK IT."

You don't hear the voice. It's speaking in a language you don't understand. Don't want to understand. You force it out of your mind, force it to fade back into a whisper. You look back up at the stars, pressing your hands to your ears.

You wake up.

Lark is getting an earful this morning.

>Action?

rolled 2, 6, 3 = 11

>>7735843
You drag yourself up off the ground, feeling a little groggy. After a few gulps of water, you feel better, but still not quite up to par. What you heard and saw last night was more than a little creepy. A quick glance reveals the tablet still sitting where you left it, inert and silent. Reddish light pours in from above, illuminating your surroundings. The patch of ice has dwindled, returning the stone to its natural form. With one minute movement of your hand you do... nothing. Looks like you're going to have to study the tablet again if you want to use any magic.

Good thing it was just a dream. You may be a Giant, but you can't climb a smooth wall. Your oversized hands find the holds easily, and you crawl up and over, into the sunlight. The forest yields, and you walk the short distance to the town in peace, stomach growling.

One of the hunters is waiting at the edge of the forest, sitting against a stump. He stands up as you near him, smiling at you.

“Good to see you up, Maya. I assumed you'd want to get an early start. The quicker you set off, the quicker you'll return.”

>Action?

YAY YOU'RE BACK.

TIME TO GO OUT KILLING.

rolled 5, 3, 3 = 11

>>7736086
Indeed. It's good to be here.

Hunt the shit out of those defenseless forest animals.

But not more than needed obviously. That would just end up being dumb in the long term.

rolled 2, 5, 5 = 12

>>7736099
>>7736126
Would you like to do this right now, or on the way to the swamp?

rolled 1 + 2 = 3

>>7735825
Did you just win Big-time, or was the dice rolls purely random?

rolled 1 + 3 = 4

>>7736150
Or did you do it like this? Does this even work?

rolled 6, 2, 5 = 13

>>7736150
Completely random. I've gotten 6, 6, 6 too many times to count.

>>7736170
How do you roll more than 1 dice?

rolled 1, 3, 2 = 6

>>7736177
Email field: dice+3d6 is what I do. The number in front is the number of that kind of die you roll.

rolled 5, 8, 2 = 15

>>7736177
Or do you just roll 3d9 (meaning I'm a bit slow )

>>7736187
At first I thought you were cheating by somehow rolling 1d1+3d1+3d1 or something. Never occurred to me that you just used 3d6 (since I can't see your e-mail field for some reason).

Sorry to spam your thread by the way. I lurked during the first thread, it was pretty interesting.

rolled 1, 3, 4 = 8

>>7736239
I stealth roll with noko+dice+3d6.

Feel free to participate if you want, there's plenty to do.

>>7736239
Why would rolling 1,3,3 mean he is cheating?

We should go hunt, and afterward ask Lark about the tablet.

>>7736304
> We should go hunt, and afterward ask Lark about the tablet.
Completely agree if you by ask mean "tell him he's a dick for giving us nightmares".

rolled 2, 5, 5 = 12

(rolling 3d6, is what I'm assuming is the standard, instead of d20s or d10s)

Take battle-axe, chop down tree, fashion javelins. Or if there is a bowyer in the village, ask his assistance in creating a "you" sized Bow, preferrably recurved if the character knows about them... also some arrows.

As for the plowing... well I guess it's a job. If the shields are still available, see if it's possible to upgrade the shinguards, as that's probably what most regular-sized opponents could reach.

[What guesstimation is the strength of the character, as a Giant, including the mechanical advantage gained by leverage? As an add-on, how tall is the character? Sorry for all the questions, just started, and only browsed through the other threads.]

rolled 6, 4, 1 = 11

>>7736321
Same poster: Ask for large bags, even double bagging simple burlap, and begin collecting large rocks from the plowed fields... yay missile weapons! And I'm assuming with great size begets greater distance traveled, so out-pacing opponents shouldn't be an issue.

Also: can begin construction on a new/upgraded dwelling.

>>7736313
Pretty much.

rolled 6, 4, 6 = 16

>>7736321
Dice rolls are only used in special situations. This is freeform, for the most part.

You are roughly 14 feet tall, and weigh 2,000 pounds. That's underweight for a Frost Giant, but no one would know it from looking at you. Your strength is sufficient to pick up two fully-grown humans without much exertion. You've been known to grab an entire bear on occasion as well.

>>7736321
>>7736348
whoa whoa one thing at a time, pal

>>7736364
Groovy. Then I guess we hunt.
Don't know how quiet a 14 ft. tall Giant is... so I'm assuming we're along for either carrying or they're hunting 'big' game.

I guess have retardo-small bow strung and nocked, and shortsword at the ready. Use higher vantage point to looking for potential prey: scanning creeks, watering holes, etc.

rolled 2, 1, 4 = 7

“You're right. We better get moving.”

The hunter grins from ear to ear. “Perfect. Follow me.”

He takes off running, circling around the village and then moving to the South. He's fast, but with your longer stride, it's easy to keep up. He gives it all he's got, but by the time you reach the edge of the forest again, he's nearly out of breath.

“If we could just enter you in a race,” he gasps, “It'd be beautiful.”

“They would probably notice my height,” you reply, “And blueness.”

The hunter takes a deep breath, pounding his chest with one fist. “Details. Now, what are we going after?”

This, you did not expect. You eye him quizzically, and he shrugs.

“You've got to think about what you're hunting. Focus your mind on your target. You don't think we rely on pure luck for everything, do you?”

“I assumed it was more about skill,” you say.

“Bah!” he shouts, causing a flock of birds to fly out of one of the nearby treetops, “There are types of skill, you know. Skill of body is no substitute for skill of mind.”

You're not sure if you agree with this, but if it's his philosophy, more power to him.

>Target?

Let's kill some bears!

>>7736449
Boars and Bears.

rolled 1, 3, 5 = 9

>>7736449
Large-ish creature, making for a better target. Aim for either bear or Elk... (assuming this is a vanilla forest, not full of basilisks, chimeras, and dragons...).

If there ARE crazy magickal creatures, go for something with a thick hide to reinforce current outer-wear...

In either case: ready shortsword / pointy stick... human bows aren't going to to squat, especially bad quality. Also, unsure of characters ability with bow. Stabbing something takes a little less finesse.

>>7736518
If you're not just trolling the thread please at least read the OP.

>>7736537
I can't see how contributing to the thread in a constructive manner, while progressing the character and plot can be considered 'trolling'. I was inquiring into the skill of which the character is proficient in her equipment, something that hasn't been stated in the OP, nor in the previous threads.

That aside, I forgive you for your sudden outburst, maligned at my post.

Please proceed.

rolled 1, 4, 6 = 11

>>7736576
You have no bow, only an axe and a shortsword. You've got arrows, but they're splintered.

rolled 2, 2, 3 = 7

“Bears,” you tell him.

His eyes widen in mock surprise. “Bears? BEARS? You think I can throw fireballs from my beard?” He draws a crossbow, loads a bolt, and starts turning the handle. “Just bears, huh?”

“Well,” you say, unslinging your Battleaxe, “Boars too, maybe. And elk. Big targets.”

The hunter looks you over. “You're not going to make it easy for me, are you? Nice axe, by the way.”

“Thanks.”

There is a soft click as the man's crossbow reaches maximum tension. He braces it against his shoulder, and glances back at you.

“You've got a long reach, but not as long as this.” He taps the bow, giving you a knowing look. “We'll go for bears first. A shot through the eye will put them down without a hassle.”

He stoops, and motions for you to do the same. “I'm Kel, by the way.”

The hunter takes off again, weaving in and out of the trees like a commando. You follow behind him, gripping your axe in two hands. Hopefully this little excursion doesn't take long, as you have to get to the swamp and back before dark, and grill that bloody old man about the nightmare tablet.

>Timeskip/Action?

>>7736576
>rofl im trolling you this is so randum xD
how about you just gtfo

rolled 4, 4, 3 = 11

>>7736666
I don't think he's trolling.

>>7736666
Wow.

I'm just going to ignore you and enjoy this Post-by-Post session.

>>7736638

I guess follow a measured distance behind Kel, perhaps ten of his paces. How dense is the forest / underbrush? Comfortable distance for full Battle-Axe swinging goodness? If not, shortsword?

Remember the big conversation we had at the end of last thread. Aside from the fertilizer, our priorites are getting soap manufacturing going and setting up some sort of combined laundry/public bath for the town. Preferably using solar heat, geothermal heat, or some combination of the two in order to provide the hot water, so that we don't have to use as much wood for fuel.

And then we start putting in pipes for water and sewage in order to create indoor plumbing.

rolled 4, 2, 6 = 12

>>7736762
The forest is fairly dense, but you can easily swing the axe without hitting anything.

>>7736772
How large is the town? Does it have the industry capable of manufacturing large amounts of metal piping?

Not asking to piss off, just wondering.

>>7736840
They don't even have a blacksmith.

rolled 4, 4, 2 = 10

>>7736840
It's a tiny place, with about a hundred people in it. There isn't even a blacksmith.

>>7736678
Then you haven't been reading his posts. Example:
>>7736576 I forgive you for your sudden outburst

If he wasn't trolling he wouldn't have replied, especially not in that way. And he'd have read the OP and by that know what equipment we have.

>>7736878
*Sigh*
So I was mistaken by the character not having a bow. I assumed if there was human sized arrows, and other sized equipment, there would be a bow. If I didn't read the OP, how would've I known there was a shortsword, etc?

I'm sorry if I pissed you off, but chill out, you pissed me off too jumping to conclusions... now let's cool it, and kill some bears or something.

>>7736840
The town to the south does have a blacksmith.

Also, we have all of those shields from the shield-skirt we aren't wearing anymore. We might be able to reforge them, or at least polish them and use them as mirrors to focus light into a pool of water to heat it.

And we can start with ceramics or wood for the pipes, replacing with metal later on.

rolled 2, 5, 6 = 13

You focus on your animal of choice, following closely behind Kel, not letting him out of your sight. Before long, a great, lumbering brown beast creeps out from behind a fallen log in front of you, and with a single, swift motion, the hunter releases the bolt, which whistles through the air a short distance before striking the bear in the leg. It moves away, as quickly as it can with its injury.

“Dammit!” Kel shouts, loading another bolt, but you're already gone.

The animal bounds over the terrain at the best pace it can muster, but you're far faster. You catch up easily, and bring the axe down on its head, killing it instantly. Kel catches up a moment later, after reloading his bow.

“Nice kill! Very nice! But who's going to carry it?”

The dead bear settles nicely between your shoulders, and the two of you begin the leisurely walk back to town.

“This is the way you do it?” You ask, as he places the crossbow back in the holder on his back.

“This is it. You might not realize it, but there are scavengers aplenty in this place. If we left our catch for more than a few minutes, it'd be picked clean before we got back.”

“Where are the others?”

He picks up a small stone and casts it into the wilderness, watching it glance off the tough trunk of a large tree. “Off in the rest of it, somewhere. Sometimes we manage to bag a heavy one, like that,” he points to the furry thing around your neck, “So we work in pairs. Much easier to carry with two. And I'm the odd man out, this time.”

>Timeskip/Action?

rolled 3, 2, 4 = 9

>>7736961
You're still wearing the shield skirt. Your replacement clothing won't be finished for a day or two at the least.

>>7736979
Also, WE DON'T HAVE PANTIES!

>>7736968
Groovy. (Does it need to be gutted / cleaned before we get there?)

I guess another bear skull for the collection.

Ask Kel about his hunting stories, or some other sort of bonding, friendly conversation on the way back to town.

>>7737102
>Does it need to be gutted / cleaned before we get there?
Unless its said that we need to do it we shouldn't care.
>I guess another bear skull for the collection.
We already have a purpose for the bones. A purpose that goes beyond shinyness.

rolled 4, 1, 1 = 6

On the way back, you discuss your hunting styles, and the finer points of living off the land. Kel prefers to work at a distance, with the high-powered crossbow his father built. He's generally a good shot, he says, but sometimes the bolts don't set quite right, and they go off target. That's his excuse, anyway. As for you, fast enough to catch most anything that tries to get away, short-range is your obvious specialty. You haven't met an animal yet that can survive the blade of your axe.

Kel calls a group of farmers over as you set your catch down, and they immediately set to work cleaning it. There's no proper butcher shop here, just a bunch of men with knives and whatever else they happen to have on hand. Two of them carry over a rather flimsy wooden table, on which they set the parts of the animal they've removed. It's a very efficient operation, by your standards. Then again, you eat these things whole.

“This is a big one,” one of them says, wiping his forehead with the back of his hand.

“And we have our resident giant to thank for that,” Kel says, patting your armored leg, “Put it right into his skull. Pop. No trouble at all.”

“Is that so?” The farmers all look up at you, their faces full of mirth. “I'll guess we have to keep you then,” one says, “Until this old man learns how to use his bow.”

Kel gives his beard a short tug. “I take offense to that.”

“I bet you do.”

>Talk to Lark before returning to forest?

>>7737187
Steal fur: make loincloth. No more free upskirts

>>7737133
I hardly think a single bear skull will vastly improve the yield and quality of an entire field of produce (do you know what they grow?). Even in a small backyard garden you need bags and bags of bonemeal, combined with mushroom soil, petemoss, and other ingredients to balance out the pH and create good growing conditions for the crop.

So seriously, chill out.

>>7737221
Why I'm suggesting biochar. A bit simpler to make, and it lasts much longer.

rolled 3, 2, 3 = 8

>>7737203
You want to wear a bloody bearskin underneath your skirt, or tell them to tan it and give it to you later?

>>7737187
If Lark's around, would be helpful to know what/how it happened. If not, I guess return to forest.

>>7737260
We'll be bleeding into it soon enough, who cares

>>7737187
Find out if he's available. Don't want to waste a lot of time waiting to talk when we could have been hunting. Also try to make it quick.

>>7737221
Maybe you need to chill out? I'm just stating what we've already covered since you refuse to read anything regarding this.

>>7737260
Better let them tan it. Even then, I doubt it'll be comfortable, it's a temporary solution at best.

>>7737318
Well we are going to have some actual work cloths soon, since some of the village women said that they'd go to the larger town for materials and sow us something. Since a skirt made entirely out of shields probably chafes something awful.

rolled 4, 6, 2 = 12

“Where are the elders?” You ask the villagers.

“By the Hall, most likely,” says one.

“I'll be right back, then.”

“And I'll be right here,” Kel answers.

It doesn't take long to reach the Hall in the center of the town. The three old men are there after all, sitting against the wall and making marks on a scrap of parchment. They're discussing something in quiet, hushed voices, at least until they notice you.

“Maya! What brings you here this fine morning?” Lark asks, stuffing the parchment into his robe.

You remove the magic table from the pouch at your side, and handle it absently. It doesn't seem to be glowing like it did last night, but you might not be able to see it in the daytime.

“This thing gave me nightmares,” you tell him, obviously displeased.

He looks down. “...ah. I was hoping it wouldn't.”

Your forehead slips into your hand. “You didn't think you should warn me about it?”

“As I said, I was hoping it wouldn't affect you like it did me,” he offers, his face apologetic, “I'm the only one who ever used it. I had no way of knowing if it would be the same with a giant, you know.”

You sigh.

“Did it work, at least?” he asks excitedly.

You describe your experience quickly, and the old man laughs. It's a good sign, he says, just keep studying it and practicing. He tells you of a remedy for nightmares which he can cook up for you, if you need it.

>Continue/Action?

rolled 2, 1, 5 = 8

>>7737476
It has a cloth backing. It's not entirely shields.

>>7737491
Ask if he could have a remedy created before nightfall and if there was any ingredients available in the forest / how to identify them.

Then return to Kel.

>>7737491
A remedy against the nightmares would be great. Thrashing around in a stone cave with a tunnel leading down into the deepest bowels of the earth filled with hungry monsters doesn't sound like a good idea. Especially not when dropping down to the floor shakes the cave as much as it does.

>>7737507
Oh, that's good to hear. Still, I think getting some proper clothing would be a good idea, since as has been said, we don't exactly give off a feeling of goodwill with our current attire.

Anyway, Let's get ready for breakfast and then head to the swamp.

rolled 2, 1, 4 = 7

“Of course, it's a very simple brew. I have all the ingredients on hand. I can have a giant-sized dose by supper, easily.”

This is reassuring, at least. Magic is great and all, but if you have to go through terrors every night just to learn it, you think you'll be better off sticking with a good axe. At the end, Lark informs you that he possesses more than one means of teaching you, this just happens to be the very best he's got. The tablet's curse, if it is a curse, is beyond his ability to remove.

After receiving the promise of a remedy, you return to Kel, who is leaning against the flimsy wooden table, toying with the crossbow.

“Back,” you say, returning the tablet to its place.

“Good,” he replies, readying the weapon for action, “Shall we try for boars this time?”

And so it goes. For a little more than an hour and a half, by your clock, the two of you search the woods for tasty animals, each time returning to find the pile of pelts bigger and the number of butchers greater. The other pairs are faring at least as well as you, even without a giant's strength. All in all, you fell two bears, two boars, and an elk, three of which were slayed by the unerring shots of Kel the archer.

“Three out of five isn't bad, is it?” he pressures you, only to receive a quiet chuckle in return.

Breakfast comes, and the villagers gather in the center of town, as is their custom. The women working on your overalls/apron inform you that it's going well, but they're going to need a lot of canvas from the next town. A bunch of the farmers are taking the third elder and the only cart down there in the afternoon. It's a two-day journey without any animals, though.

>Continue?

>>7737760
Continue. Swamp time, or have we not eaten yet? If we haven't had breakfast, then timeskip through eating and go to the swamp for fertilizer. We should probably bring some sacks to carry the mud in.

>>7737760
Let's go ahead to that swamp, it'll be nice to see some of the towns suroundings.

rolled 2, 6, 3 = 11

Breakfast is an uneventful affair, served with the same bread and water, but with quite a bit more meat to go around this time. At your request, you're provided with plenty of sacks for your trip to the swamp, and you eat sparingly, intending to hunt on the way. The hunters warn you again to be very careful once you get past the halfway point, as activity gets substantially more frequent as you near the other town. Once the meal is done, you bundle the sacks up, lift them over your shoulder, and head down the path Kel has shown you.

This trip is going to take all day, so you settle into a comfortable pace and enter the forest without hesitation. With the fertilizer you're going to be picking up, yields should increase, which will take a bit of the weight off the villagers' backs. It's only the second day, and you're already thinking about building them up. Turning this town into the picture of modern perfection. It'll be amazing.

The trees rush by you like cars on the highway as you bound past, always on the lookout for something to eat. You might as well fill up when you have the chance, you think.

“There,” you whisper automatically.

It's big, whatever it is. Bigger than a bear. It's slow, too, rustling around without a care in the world. You can barely see it at this distance, but it looks like it has fur.

>Action?

>>7738008

Size it up. If its a mammoth, OM NOM NOM. If it's vaguely humanoid, check it out carefully.

>>7738066

If it's a mammoth, fucking capture it and ride that bitch. YEEHAW!

>>7738008
See what it is first, but don't let it notice us.

rolled 2, 3, 2 = 7

>>7738066
You inch closer. It's not mammoth-size, but it's still pretty big. Like a small elephant, really. Patches of its skin shine briefly in the sunlight, like armor plating.

It's squat, low to the ground. Kind of rodent-like. It looks more like an armadillo than anything else.

It's coming toward you, slowly, but you don't think it sees you.

>Action?

>>7738008
Prepare for battle, attempt to learn more about it, specifically: has it noticed us?

>>7738120
If it attacks, slam palm into its face, freeze its face and eyes over.

This seems liek something we might want to avoid, it's big, appears armored, and for all we know could be wicked strong or poisonous or something. Does it have any visible "weapons?" such as claws, fangs, etc.

rolled 3, 2, 5 = 10

>>7738123
You set the sacks down and ready your axe, gripping it with two hands. If it is armored, maybe you can extract those sections and use them for something.

rolled 5, 5, 4 = 14

>>7738149
You've spent a grand total of one half-hour studying magic. You have no control whatsoever over your powers, making something like that an absolute freak occurence (natural 20).

>>7738120
A glyptodon?

>>7738160
I say we continue on our way. Even if we manage to kill it, the plating or its carcas will just weigh us down.

rolled 5, 1, 3 = 9

>>7738178
Not really, no. Its armor is sectioned, laid in plates with patches of fur in between. It does have claws, though. It's getting closer, but it doesn't seem to know you're there.

rolled 5, 6, 1 = 12

>>7738191
Consensus?

>>7738191
seconded, seems to be more trouble than it's worth

>>7738217
Kill it

>>7738217
Use an upwards stroke of our axe to wound it in then neck and soft underbelly. Wait for an oppurtunity to do so to prevent itself.

>>7738191

This, but keep our distance from it.

rolled 1, 6, 3 = 10

>>7738231
You return the sacks to your shoulder and switch your axe to a one-handed grip, still wary. The large animal continues to advance, probing the underbrush for whatever it prefers to eat. You circle around it, keeping your eyes on it, but it does not react to your presence. Once you're a fair ways behind it, you continue on your way.

>>7738205

Hmmm... It Could be a Dire Bear, couldn't it?

DO NOT WANT BLUE WAIFU

>>7738269

It appears to be a herbivore and capable of little resistance, though it isn't work attacking just yet.

>>7738120
Holy glyptodonts, Batman!

Let's see if we can just knock it out and bring it back alive.

>>7738273
I think it might be some kind of giant Rust Monster. Though if that were the case I guess it wouldn't be quadrupedal, and it would have smelled our metal shield skirt and come after us.

I suggest we continue gathering the fertilizer. If possible, gather some additional peat to fuel the fires.

>>7738353
Just be sure not to get dragged down. Bogs can be like quicksand and tar pits, trapping animals and even people and preserving them. I don't want to become an archeological discovery three thousand years from now.

rolled 5, 2, 4 = 11

You reach the swamp without further incident, seeing nothing as large as that thing you passed by, and nothing big enough to rate as more than a snack to you. A small squirrel, which was scurrying frantically up a tree as you reached it, is all you've had since breakfast. It was like a single piece of popcorn chicken. Unsatisfying. Maybe you'll have better luck on the way back.

The swamp is expansive, stretching a fair way out, to the corner of your vision. You hear a chirping sound you don't recognize from Earth, but there are insects all over that would fit right in at home. There are long, thin stalks jutting up out of the stagnant water that look kind of like cattails, but you find, as a small beetle passes by and is snatched up, they are carnivorous.

With a quick slice of your axe, you fell one of the many trees, and shape it roughly into a digging implement. You dig for an hour or so, filling each of the sacks in turn, until you have a sizable stock of loam and a bag or two of peat. Hefting the enormous arrangement over your shoulder, you start the trek back, wondering if you'll see that animal again.

You do, just past midday. As you start to tire from carrying the great weight, you see the same armored beast, which you recognize from the greenish pattern of marks on its head. It's coming toward you again. It must have reversed direction.

You're hungry, and there's a lot of meat there.

>Action?

>>7738417

Assuming we have large feet, we will be able to distribute our weight over a large area and should be fine, as long as we maximize surface area.

>>7738468

It seems risky, considered how heavily armoured this thing could be due to it's massive size. Is it the same size as us? Taller? Examine it to discover any anatomical vulnerabilities we can exploit to get ahead of it, while noting any visible weapons it may utilize in it's arsenal, e.g. spiked tail.

>>7738470
Okay.

>>7738468
Bah, we can eat when we're dead. Or when we get back to the village, though we should probably ask them if they know what this thing is.

>>7738468
Try to ride that motherfucker.

>>7738523
It would be easy to kill considering its movements. The problem is the waste it would be if we can't get everything with us.

>>7738549
>The problem is the waste it would be if we can't get everything with us.
We can always go back.

rolled 1, 6, 3 = 10

>>7738523
It's about half your height, but about as long as a bus, including the unarmored, unspiked tail. It's chewing slowly on a large leaf as it moves, so it's probably herbivorous. Only about half of its body is armored, with the other half covered only in fur.

>>7738601

Is it near any other civilizations we have been told about? We can't risk being discovered.

>>7738468
Lasso and ride it.

Or just punch it unconscious and take it back with us. We can tame it for the villagers.

rolled 5, 3, 6 = 14

>>7738601
It has four eyes, the first pair right up in front, and as large as basketballs, with the second pair on either side, much smaller. The head is tiny compared to the body, but you see no armor on its neck, and assuming its brain is in the usual place, a good hit with the axe should kill it easily.

>>7738574
We've already been told that there are a lot of scavengers. We can't go back for more, or rather, shouldn't.

We could always try to convert it into a beast of labour! I say we take back our fertilizer, drop it off and return to the wilds in search of this creature to capture and eventually tame.

rolled 4, 6, 1 = 11

>>7738633
Not according to what you've been told. You're closer to your town now than any other.

>>7738655
That's why we're telling subby to let us try and ride that motherfucker right now. Finding it after we drop all this shit off could be impossible for all we know.

THROW ROCKS, BEAST DIES.

No sense risking melee, but come on, kite that sucker to death!

>>7738686
no killing it, retard

>>7738681

This is awesome. If that fails, rocks.

>>7738681

Riding that motherfucker is too dangerous as it will retort in kind, yet I second this and think we should try it anyway. If not, shits and giggles.

rolled 4, 2, 1 = 7

>>7738681
It's an untamed, wild beast. Though it's larger than you, it might not be very accepting of an extra ton of weight on its back. Nevertheless, I follow the consensus.

>>7738655
I actually like this idea. See if we can knock it out and drag it. If it's too heavy to bring it and the mud, leave the mud. I doubt any scavengers will try to eat it, and even if they do, there's plenty more where it came from.

>>7738732
Well I'm happy.

I hope you realize that I think that we're smart enough to drop the fertilizer before jumping up on a beast that will probably thrash around wildly after we jump on it. And thus didn't think to mention it before now.

Brace yourselves for lulz, gentlemen.

rolled 3, 2, 6 = 11

You set the sacks down carefully, and consider your options. Even if you manage to kill the thing and have your own private feast, you can't carry much more with you. The armor probably won't be scavenged while you're gone, but the meat definitely will. Thus, the best way to get the most use out of it is to take it with you. So you decide to try riding it.

You edge steadily closer, as the creature does the same. It periodically dips its head to add a new selection of greenery to its mouth, and returns its gaze to you. Its eyes are entirely black, making it impossible to know if it's really looking at you, but that's not really high on your list of pressing issues.

Circling around it at close range, you try to get as near to it as you can, while it maneuvers to keep you in its sight. Even when you're intentionally being sneaky, though, you're quite a bit faster, so you get right behind it, as close as you dare, and hop up onto its back.

The shields of your skirt scrape against the beast's armor as you land squarely on its body, dropping your full 2,000 pounds on an animal already slower than molasses. It stops.

It groans. Its head strains to look up at you, failing miserably. Greenish pulp bubbles out of its mouth as it strains to sound its displeasure, and it bucks.

Pitifully.

It's not going anywhere with you on it, apparently.

>Action?

>>7738732

*Facepalm*

Should've killed the thing...

>>7738878

Hold onto that motherfucker, do nothing but sit ontop of it unless required to lash out at it.

rolled 1, 5, 6 = 12

>>7738879
You are currently in the process of killing it, though a bit more slowly than your usual method.

Suddenly, out of nowhere-

DERP.

rolled 4, 2, 6 = 12

>>7738918

>>7738913
We better stop this. It is very silly.

Lets see if we can drag it with us into town somehow. With the fertilizer.

>>7738878

Unless we can somehow make a trained packmule in the 5 minutes we've met the thing, I'm pretty sure we don't have many other options besides putting it out of its misery...

>>7738941

Yes, get off of it hastily to avoid reprisal, see what it does from there.

>>7738941
This. Again, if dragging it and the sacks isn't possible, take the beast first.

>>7738950
>KILL EVERYTHING LOLOLOLOLOLOL
fuck off

rolled 6, 5, 2 = 13

>>7739021
Stop that.

See if we can make it come with us.

>>7739045
Yeah you get to decide that!

oh wait...

>>7739050
We may have to knock it unconscious. If someone jumped on my back while I was eating, causing me to begin to suffocate and die, I would not be inclined to just go with them.

I mean, if they then got off and said that they'll get back on and kill me if I don't follow them, I suppose I would do as they said, but I doubt this thing can understand us.

rolled 1, 5, 1 = 7

Moved by the ridiculousness of your current situation, you slide off the beast's hide, at which point it lowers its head and sticks its legs out, apparently resting. There is a small indentation in one of the plates on top, where your thousand-pound posterior pressed into its back. That couldn't have been pleasant.

You grab as much of the thing as you can and try pulling it, to no avail. It's easily twice your weight, and its segmented underbelly catches on every rock when it's not raised up. If you're satisfied with the rate of three feet per hour, you can get it back on your own, but otherwise, it's pointless. The soft rise and fall of its belly lets you know its still alive, at least, but no amount of poking and prodding makes it want to get up. Its eyes don't follow you anymore, either.

If you ran home and brought the entire village out with as many ropes as they could gather, you could drag it back without much trouble, but aside from something like that, it's staying right where it is. You can still slaughter it and bring it back in pieces, however.

>Action?

>>7739134
Just go back, we've wasted enough time with this today.

It's probably lame or badly injured by now. It's best for us to feast and return what other pieces we can. We can then fashion armour out of it's hide.

>>7739122

Yeah, we didn't really give it the best first impression, aaaand it's dying as we sit on it.

So, it kinda boils down to us getting off of it, and it either running, going batshit and attacking, or dying because of internal hemorrhaging.

Or killing it, and taking what we can.
*Vote for mercy-kill*

>>7739134
Go back. Tell them what we found. If they think it's something worth getting they can come back with us and help to bring it in.

>>7739122
Well, it seems like a pretty stupid creature to me. Not that it matters now.

>>7739134
Be nice. Keep it alive, drag it back to town. We can't ride it, but the villagers might be able to. Or at least use it as a draft animal for when we're not around.

Go back, tell villagers, rescue if possible.

>>7739134
Its obviously not dying yet, would have heard something break. Better just either leave it alone, or take it with us.

rolled 1, 6, 6 = 13

Alright, leaving it is.

We just mauled the spirit of the forest. That means we are the new spirit of the forest. RAWR!

rolled 6, 3, 6 = 15

You decide to depart and tell the villagers what you found on your return. Maybe they can tell you what to do with it. You take up the swamp-sacks and leave the animal to fend for itself until you come back. It just sits there, breathing. You begin to wonder how it could ever survive on its own as you run through the forest, carrying an enormous load of dirt on your back.

It's dusk by the time you emerge from the forest again, and there are lights in every window. You've probably missed supper, but that's alright. Now that you know where the swamp is, you'll be able to make the trip even faster, if you do go back.

The sacks are left in a pile by the field storehouse, to be used tomorrow morning. You walk over to the Hall, rubbing your sore arms and lamenting your empty stomach, looking for any sign of the elders' presence. Luckily, the first one is there, leaning against the wall, peering in the general direction of the sunset.

“I found something,” you tell him, keeping your voice low, “Out by the swamp. Bigger than me, and armored.”

He grunts. “An averron, probably. Stupid things,” he runs a hand through his thinning hair. “Did you eat it?”

Your stomach growls. “No,” you reply, “I might have killed it, though.”

“How's that?”

“I, uh, I sat on it.”

The first elder turns around, and looks at you inquisitively. “Why?”

>Action?

Fell or something.

>>7739424
Well, we might as well tell them.

"Because I thought I could ride it back here and use it as a beast of burden. Things... didn't quite work out as I had hoped."

>>7739424
>“Why?”
It looked like the right size to be ridden, that would have made getting around a lot easier. Not to mention fun.

>>7739464

Seconded.

>>7739464

This. Honestly has worked pretty well so far.

We are such a foolish giantess!

rolled 4, 6, 6 = 16

>>7739464
You tell him. After a moment or two of consideration, he walks up to you, glaring, and pokes you in the leg. Then he smiles.

"For common sense, you get nothing, but for thinking of our needs, I suppose I'll give you a point," he says good-naturedly.

"Thanks, I guess."

"You brought back what you set out to get, didn't you?"

You nod in response. This was not your finest hour.

"Then what does it matter? There's no sense returning for it now. You probably crippled it. There will be nothing left but the hide by now."

Well, that settles that. He says that the 'armor', such as it is, will probably remain for weeks, so you can always go back for that.

You converse for a few more moments, until Lark comes out of the Hall, with a wooden bucket.

"Drink this," he says, offering it to you.

It tastes of berries, with a little syrup mixed in. You feel calmer. Hopefully there won't be any nightmares tonight.

>Sleep/Magic Study?

>>7739560
pic
>>7739621
Studying, fuck yeah!

>>7739621
After supper, another hour of magic study and then bed. I was thinking about continuing to plow the fields tomorrow. The sooner that gets done and we fertilize it, the better.

>>7739560
2/2

>>7739621
Magic study!

See if the brew works.

>>7739621
Eat some dinner, find some flint and tinder, then pick up small amounts of wood along the way back to the cave (need light?)

While studying the tablet, attempt to re-draw certain patterns of symbols in the ground (I'm assuming parchment is rare). Systematically go through patterns and attempt to "channel" the feeling of the nightmare into some sort of point or line... preferably doing this in the safety of our cave-thing.

rolled 4, 1, 3 = 8

>>7739696
Frost Giants have extremely sensitive night vision, and the tablet's writing glows. You generally have no need for artificial light.

>>7739666
>>7739686
The hell am I looking at?

Eat, study, practice drawing glyphs or whatever the magic is inscribed with, sleep.

>>7739731
A god that gathers misfortune trying to sell some of that misfortune to a shrine maiden (priest) to make them act cuter.

>>7739760
Oh.

>>7739742
>>7739742
Yup yup

>>7739717
Groovy, then just study the tablet. In however means necessary. Also: figure some way of improving our dwelling: like, a bed of straw, or something.

rolled 1, 2, 3 = 6

You thank Lark for his brew and ask them if you missed supper. Apparently, you did, but not by much, and the peasants insisted on saving a fair amount for you when you got back. The remainder consists mostly of the worst parts, but you don't care, and you gobble it all down hungrily. It tastes as good to you as a cheeseburger once did. After your short meal is over with, you wish the old men good night and walk off toward the chasm, removing the magic tablet from the pouch.

It's glowing again like it did before, which is encouraging. You choose a spot near the chasm to sit on, pick up a nearby branch, and try to copy the writing onto the ground, without attempting to understand it. You study both the tablet and the hastily copied symbols, focusing on each pattern in turn. When you're done, you feel slightly closer to controlling whatever power this thing is granting you.

You clear the copied symbols with your foot and slip back down the chasm, swinging hand over hand even easier now. Dropping softly to the floor, this time without shaking the ceiling, you take up your chosen position against the largest rock, and begin your study anew.

rolled 4, 6, 6 = 16

>>7739988
Each of the patterns leaps like a spark as you turn them over and over in your mind, focusing on the shapes without worrying about their meaning. You can feel something pressing you to understand them, to translate them into your own language, but you ignore it. With more than a bit of reluctance, you go back to the nightmare, hearing the same voice again, but this time, in a language you cannot recognize. The tablet whispers, and you focus harder, forcing your fear to assume the shape of a line, a circle, an outstretched hand.

Your eyes snap open. You extend your right arm, letting the cold flow down it, and into your palm. With a burst of crackling white light, a tiny, icy sphere flashes into being, and impacts the wall on the opposite side, causing dozens of large, bluish crystals to emerge from the surface, cracking it.

The tablet's glow fades, and your power recedes. You fall asleep immediately.

>>7740001
Awesome.

rolled 4, 2, 6 = 12

You sleep fitfully, but without dreams, for which you are grateful. You awake once again at dawn, refreshed and renewed. The tablet, once again, is beside you, its writing dull and its whisper unheard.

It's time for breakfast.

>Anything else?

>>7740001
Excellent!

>>7740075
Eat breakfast.

>>7740075
Time for a new day. Eat, then let's get to work on plowing the fields.

rolled 1, 6, 5 = 12

You stow the tablet and climb up the chasm, with a pronounced, but fading sensation of pins and needles in your right hand. You feel even closer to it now, the kind of on-demand power that you always imagined real wizards would have. As long as you can keep the nightmare off your back, it won't be long before you can actually do something without looking at the tablet first.

The center of town enters your vision, with all the peasants already gathered. You sit next to the elders, and eat, scarfing down the bread and porridge that is offered and drinking from your cask. You finish quickly eager to get to work. The farmers didn't get very far yesterday, so you'll have to show them how it's done again.

The plow harness fits easily around your waist, and you tighten the ropes, feeling energized. You move at your own pace, digging deep furrows in the earth with an ease no one can match. By midday, you should have another fifth of the field plowed, you think.

>Actions for today?

Can we try copying these glyphs onto our own body, if they are in few number and small enough? Perhaps we could use this as an energy vat for more ice magic?

rolled 5, 3, 6 = 14

Taking this day-by-day can get a bit (or a lot) boring, especially if you're not the type of person who enjoys grinding. If you want me to timeskip and summarize, say the word.

>>7740271
Keep plowing for today. If we can do 1/5 in the morning and another 1/5 before dinner, then we'll be 3/5 done.

>>7740292
Im for it really.

rolled 2, 2, 1 = 5

>>7740274
You can easily do that, but it'd be a good idea to ask Lark about it before you unintentionally summon a frost demon or something.

>>7740292
Timeskip. Day by day is good for when we start working on introducing technology, and helping with stuff that requires us to actually think and work on it. Manual labor like this and spreading fertilizer can probably be safely summed up and moved on from.

Something that I think we should consider, as it might turn out to be important long-term:

Were we transformed into a frost giantess, or did we mindswap with a pre-existing giantess?

The skirt made of shields indicates a pre-existing history for this body, so that points to mindjacking. If so, does that mean there's a Probably Chaotic Evil frost giant chick in our fa/tg/uy body, presumably wrecking shit and getting tased and arrested by the police? And what of the giant girl's history over here? Obviously she had some run-ins with shield-bearing warriors of some sort, and she also carries misc. human items, presumably as loot. Is there anything we might need to know about that? Powerful enemies who might have attacked her with mind-destroying magic, for instance?

>>7740363

Agree

>>7740405
Maybe we've always been Maya and our previous life was all a lie.

>>7740528
I could live with that.

rolled 6, 5, 2 = 13

You work the fields until mid-day, stopping occasionally to drink, while the farmers plod along behind you, not even trying to match your pace. You feel a little like you're showing them up, but they seem to understand that human standards don't apply very well to giants. After lunch, you get back to it, accomplishing your goal in record time. Another 2/5ths done in a single day, and it's not even sunset yet.

The clothworkers inform you that the rest of the canvas they need should be here fairly soon, and strike up a conversation with you about textiles, of all things. They marvel at the thought of something as simple as nylon, and are quite easily impressed. The fact that things like that could exist in a world with no (or low) magic astounds them.

When the elder returns from the next town with a cart full of cloth, all the peasants turn out to listen to his 'report', as do you. The nearest village, Fain, is a local hub, through which plenty of important news passes. You've become a minor legend by now, a Frost Giant who managed to evade the Lord's best men for days, before disappearing into the far Western forest. The army has been combing the forest relentlessly over a hundred miles from here, and found nothing.

In addition to the canvas, which was bought with skins and furs, the third elder shows you a small novelty he picked up, a giant-sized wooden ring with a symbol you recognize from the tablet painted on it. The entire area is crazy for giants now, he says.

Inventory Change:
Wooden Ring gained.

//roll-dice 3-sides 6

I try to kill the elder

rolled 2, 6, 2 = 10

>>7740405
It's possible that your current body was created on the spot by whatever effect brought you here. You'll need some serious magic to find out, though. If you can find out.

>>7740549
>The army has been combing the forest relentlessly over a hundred miles from here, and found nothing.

Well of course they haven't found anything. We're not in a forest a hundred miles from here, we're here.

We should be able to finish the fields tomorrow. That's good. Ask Lark if he has more of that concoction so that we don't have bad dreams.

>>7740549
After a few days of plowing, at some point return to the Averon carcass to pick up the plates?

I guess try and figure out the ring, or just put it on.

Since it's now known that we're being hunted, we should try and keep our presence to a minimum? And make sure no one knows the location of our chasm...

rolled 4, 6, 2 = 12

>>7740598
After supper, Lark hands you another half-full bucket, the contents of which you gulp down without hesitation. You feel a sense of calm matching what you felt last night.

>Focus Magic with Ring?

>>7740662

Yes! And ask about rune-scribing ourselves.

>>7740662
Ehhh, I'm hesitant to try that when we still aren't in complete control of our magic abilities yet. Let's wait until we understand them a bit better, then we can try to use the ring.

rolled 1, 1, 2 = 4

>>7740686
Lark doesn't know quite what to think of that idea. It might increase your power tenfold, it might undo the effects of the anti-nightmare brew, it might make you explode into kittens made of ice. He doesn't know.

>>7740689
The best way to research is trying by doing! I say we focus on that cool new ring.

rolled 6, 5, 6 = 17

You slip into the routine, studying the tablet intensely. You reason that the ring should stay out of this until you have more control, so you set it aside while you concentrate. After a minute or so, the tablet begins to glow brighter, and the whisper invades your ears with an unknown language, even as the arcane symbols fit together like puzzle pieces in your mind.

You stretch out your right arm, and channel the cold of your body into it, straightening it, thinking again of the line and the circle. With a massive flash, a perfect sphere of shining ice appears in your palm, and propels itself into the wall, splitting in two as it impacts the rock. A burst of cool wind fills the cavern, and when the dust clears, an enormous section of the wall is covered in a thin sheen of ice.

You sleep, content.

>Timeskipping...

>>7740662
Focus with ring on Empowered Hand, similar effect. Same pattern of symbols, but suppress the 'evil language' stuff a little.

See if the effect is projected by the aim of the arm, or your mental aim. I.e. - mentally focusing on the bullseye of a target, vs. aiming your palm at it physically.

>>7740818
This. Though I suppose it will have to wait until tomorrow night. Today, we plow until there is no more field left to plow.

rolled 5, 5, 3 = 13

It's been two days. two of the four fields are now completely plowed, with the next about 2/5ths done. A great pile of fertilizer, bone and otherwise, has grown next to the farm storehouse, and is being slowly distributed by the farmers you instructed. They've remarked repeatedly to you that this will be the fastest they have ever planted, and once they start crop rotation, with your help, they'll have bigger yields faster than ever.

The women completed your work garments, a giant set of overalls and an apron, which you've taken to wearing instead of your patchwork armor, which you leave in the cavern, along with your weapons, when you're not hunting. The torn scrap of cloth that supplemented your bra has been turned into a tie to keep your hair out of your face. You look the very picture of a tomboy, giant as you are. Kel tells you that you're very pretty, despite your size and blueness.

Your nightly study has continued, and you have now achieved some measure of control over your magical power. You can now aim and fire a bolt quite easily, but you still have to concentrate on the tablet to do so, which you can only do once a night. The style of attack still differs every time, and you don't yet know how to get the effect you want.

Last time, ten shards of ice lept from your fingertips, embedding themselves in the wall, leaving small craters when they melted. This time, you decided to use the ring, and by focusing through it, generated a beam of cold that you drew across the floor, making a small symbol that resembled a frowning face. You'll call that an Ice Laser if you can figure out how to do it again.

>Orders?

>>7741041
Skip until all the fields are plowed. We're probably too big to help with actual planting and harvesting, so I think once the plowing is done we can concentrate of the hygiene and sanitation concerns, or possible helping to rebuild some of the buildings/houses that are closest to ruin.

>>7741041

We still need to pick up the armored plates off of that averron carcass.

>>7741041
grab your SKS and go inna woods

>>7741041
>Kel tells you that you're very pretty, despite your size and blueness.
Awwwwww, that's sweet :)

rolled 2, 4, 1 = 7

>>7741114
>>7741088
Which do you want to do first? Finish plowing or get the plates?

Finish plowing.

Plates are gonna disappear, the fields wont.

>>7741088

Yeah, speed is going to be valuable, since the soldiers are still actively searching for an evil giant. Eventually, we'll need to deal with them or hide from them, and it'd be best if the infrastructure was as developed as possible first.

Also. Magic powerz. Yeeeeeeah!

>>7741158
Actually, this man speaks words of wisdom. We can run and get the plates one morning and try to return in enough time to plow in the afternoon. Who knows, the plates might make good pipes if we can bang them into shape.

Plates.

>>7741190

This is a good point, actually.

Yay! Maya Quest! And I once again forgot! Remembered while out getting groceries. Anyways, PLATES!

>>7741190
Do this.

>>7741190
This sounds like a smart plan.

rolled 2, 2, 4 = 8

In the early morning, you take off running through the woods in the general direction of the swamp, following a path only you can see. The averron's corpse, or what remains of it, is soon in sight, and you find that the elder was quite right. Virtually nothing remains but the armor, picked clean by whatever scavengers frequent the area. They're light, chitinous things, So thin they're almost transparent, but tough enough to hold your weight (for a short while) on their own.

You gather them all up, all twenty-two of them, including the skull plate. Oddly, there are no bones, but that doesn't matter a whole lot. As you return to the town, you try to figure out exactly what you're going to use them for. They're flexible, in that they'll bend a little bit without deforming or snapping, but you're not going to be able to roll them into pipes with a couple of minutes and giant strength.

It's not yet noon when you emerge from the forest again, nearly out of breath from your quick trip. You set the plates down next to the Hall, where one of the hunters is standing, drinking out of a wooden mug.

>Orders?

rolled 1, 1, 1 = 3

>>7741356
Doesn't look like we had breakfast, and now it's lunch time. Food?

rolled 2, 4, 4 = 10

>>7741392
It's not lunchtime yet. The middle meal is at noon, and it's about 10 A.M. at the moment.

Ask the hunters for advice regarding the use of the shell. Ask them if they could be used for crossbows, bows or light breastplates that could be distributed among the villager's warriors.

>>7741356
Perhaps heating them will make them more pliable. But then we have the problem with our weakness to fire.

>>7741482

Ask someone to try this on only one of the plates, see results. If it hardens, even better for the armour.

rolled 1, 1, 1 = 3

>>7741356
What are the general dimensions of the plates? Though I suppose we should just see what heating them does, like Sam says. Possibly they might be like cartilage and melt into something glue-y. We could maybe shape it like a plastic at that point.

I think we should check in increments: double-boil, melting pot, direct heat.

>>7741532


Of course, if we ever run out of plates to test, we could always go sit on another averron.

rolled 3, 1, 3 = 7

>>7741431
"Well," the hunter says, tapping one of the plates with his hand, "It's a single solid piece. You see how the edges are more opaque, like here?" He points to the rim of the plate, and you look closer.

"That's like the skeleton. It keeps the whole thing in shape. If I cut it, especially into thin strips, it'll be flimsy." He shrugs. "It'd make good armor, I guess, but it'll be about as useful as parchment if it's in pieces any smaller than my thigh. I'll see what I can do with it, though."

"Can it be shaped in any way?" you ask, as he rubs a small smudge off the surface of a plate.

"Over time, yes, but the longer it sits after the animal's dead, the less flexible it becomes. I'd say we've got about a week before it'll snap instead of bending."

rolled 1, 1, 1 = 3

>>7741555
I kind of think we gave up too early on the domestication idea. We would just need to do the stick and carrot type routine. (I was here yet for that part to suggest it)

rolled 1, 1, 2 = 4

>>7741532
The plates vary in size from large enough to serve as your breastplate to small enough to cover your wrist.

Get the hunter to try heat it and observe the results. Then at night, we can try freezing another small piece to observe how it reacts. Failing that, reserve some pieces for our own armour kit and use it to cover the exposed areas, or reinforce the weak. Use the left over pieces for human armour.

rolled 2, 6, 1 = 9

You suggest that heating the plates could make them softer, and that applying enough direct heat could melt them, possibly allowing them to be molded. The hunter admits he's never heard of doing that, but it's conceivable that it could work. He promises to take one of the smaller pieces back to his home and heat it slowly, after lunch. He'll get back to you.

rolled 3, 4, 5 = 12

>>7741356
See if there is some way of fashioning the plates into a sort of armour (scalemail).

Heat up a large nail, and then press it through the chitin (it should melt similarly to a fingernail) to make the holes, then wire or rivet them together... But I'm assuming that requires a blacksmith, and then money to hire the blacksmith.

So: I would store them, maybe sell the faceplate as a trophy if it can't be directly used as a mask/helmet.

Perchance to focus on the 'Cold Laser', study the sequence that the symbol on the ring parallels on the tablet?

>>7741532
This. Experimentation is how we learn things. Though we'll probably have to ask someone else to do it, what with our aversion to fire.

rolled 3, 3, 3 = 9

Will you be spending the rest of this day plowing?

>>7741689
I think so, yes.

Try scribing the ice rune onto a small piece, see if you can use this as a tablet or record any additional effects, saving this for night. Plow the fields until the hunter comes back to us.

rolled 4, 4, 5 = 13

>>7741695
>>7741696
You head back to the fields for the time being, plowing until lunch, eating, and then plowing again. By suppertime, the third field is 4/5ths done, and you're very proud of yourself. As you head down to the Hall for the last meal of the day, the hunter who was running the heat tests comes up to you, holding something in his hand. It looks like a tube.

“It works just like you said,” he says, holding the thing up for you to see. It's the plate, all right, twisted into a cylinder. It's covered in burn marks.

“Now, I'm no blacksmith, mind, and I had to push it around with a stick, no tongs, you know, but I got it,” he says, turning the chitin over and over in his hands, probably wondering what new possibilities this brings.

“If we had any proper smithing tools, me and the boys could turn one of these into any shape you like,” he says optimistically, “I haven't tried this with a cut piece, but I wouldn't expect it go much differently. The strength of the thing is a little reduced, but it's still solid.”

You take the piece from him, and decide to write some of the tablet's symbols on it, to see what happens. No sense wasting a nice, untortured section on a magical experiment.

>Orders?

>>7741848


...


ICE GUN.

>>7741848
PROPERLY THANK THE GUY AND TELL HIM HE DID A GOOD JOB

>>7741848
Eat dinner. Take time to regale the townsfolk with tales of our youth. Realize that there really isn't anything interesting to say and instead ask them what kinds of seeds they have for planting. Try to describe rapeseed, mustars seed and canola seeds to them and see if they have such plants or know of them.

After that, we head to out cave and try to etch one or more symbols into the plate/tube. Practice magic as per >>7740818

Then go to bed.

>>7741891

This, but try to push ourselves hard to get the last 5th of the field down before we go to bed, if we have sufficient sight to do so.

rolled 4, 5, 5 = 14

>>7741848
Dinner, ask to go hunting again the next day to acquire pelts (to sell for blacksmithing tools). Test durability of the rolled plate against combat impact (sword, arrow, etc) to see if it's worth making armour out of.

Test runed chitin wand, test ring, test tablet. Sleep.

>>7741954
>>7742003

Both of these, definitely.

rolled 2, 2, 3 = 7

You thank the hunter for his hard work, and he bows, telling you it's his pleasure, he hasn't had a real opportunity to craft in years. After that, you eat supper with the peasants, telling them stories of Earth's wonders, like the old Titanic, the mechanical harvester, and the dickery of Thomas Edison. Your fantastic tales of machinery are awe-inducing to a town of medieval people who live in a world of actual magic.

When you're done with story time, you ask the farmers and the elders about a certain plant from your world, which can be squeezed to yield a multi-purpose oil. The head farmer replies that the plant best fitting your description is called Flashweed, and is a fast-growing, easy-to-harvest stalk that propagates quickly without much assistance. The caveat, of course, is that you have to watch where the seeds end up, because it'll choke most other crops if it gets into other fields. You then say you're going hunting again in the morning, to help bring in enough pelts to buy some decent smithing tools.

With the last bit of light available, you plunge headlong into the fields, straining against the rope harness as you work alone on the third field. In three hours, you've exhausted yourself, but finished the field. You return the plow apparatus to the storehouse, take a big gulp of water, and head back to the cavern. After reaching home, you test the chitin cylinder's resilience with your sword, slamming it against the wall once or twice. You dent it, but it doesn't split, which is a very good sign, given that the hunter said its strength had been reduced by the heat. When you're done testing, you scratch the symbol on your ring into the surface of the chitin, and pull out the tablet.

rolled 1, 6, 4 = 11

>>7742284
The writing on the stone, the ring, and the cylinder all glow, but when you set the tablet down, the other items stop shining. It seems you still need the tablet's power, despite your increasing skill. This time, you set the ring off to the side, and try to focus through the symbol on the cylinder instead, but nothing happens. Disappointed, you replace the ring, stand the cylinder on top of a rock, and concentrate on the tablet. In a few seconds the ring is glowing brightly, and with your mind's eye, you aim directly at the center of the cylinder, while moving your arm slightly to the left. You fire.

A blinding white beam flashes from the ring's symbol, curving to the right and striking the chitin dead-center. It freezes completely, and shatters into millions of pieces as the tablet's glow fades.

Good to know.

>>7742300
Looks like we inscribed some sort of target rune into the tube by accident. Well, that could be useful for a number of things.

rolled 6, 4, 6 = 16

>>7742332
Or:
>>7740818

You aim with your mind, not your body.

rolled 1, 1, 1 = 3

>>7742367
Iiinteresting... so even bound we could potentially fire MIND BULLETS?

rolled 2, 2, 4 = 8

So, are you going to be hunting all day? I can go another hour, if you wish.

rolled 4, 3, 1 = 8

>>7742392
Well, every effect so far has involved your hands or fingers. So, any of these tablet-type attacks would originate from there, and end up wherever you focus.

Sleep. Next day, go about ensuring that the rest of the plates that will not be used by ourselves are crafted into shields (this is an excellent role for a semi-flexible material as it better distributes the force of a blow) and armour specifically. Other than this, there is probably better materials for crafting bows and crossbows with.

>>7742367
Oh. When I first read the description, I misread it and thought we were mentally aiming at the ceiling.

>>7742416

Other than this, we go hunting for the rest of the day and search for strong, but flexible wood and hard but sharp stone which can be used for crafting weapons and arrowheads while gathering meat and bone.

>>7742416
Why do we want to make armor for the villagers? They don't want to start an armed resistance. They'd get cut down, and if it's bandits you're worried about, we can handle them easily. If anything, we should keep the plates to turn them into pipes and tubing for some sort of enclosed irrigation or sewer system.

>>7742457

We need to prepare for the future, and our village has dedicated warriors and hunters in need of better equipment to make them more effecient while also offering a degree of settlement protection in addition to ourself.

rolled 2, 1, 5 = 8

>>7742367
Mega sweet. Definately worth knowing that you can aim this thing mentally instead of having a hand free.

Also: this might've been over-looked. In the post immediately after-OP, the voice in the head says to break the tablet. I'm assuming this is a nasty, evil, demonic nudging that would only end in tears... but, what if we asked Lark what would happen if the tablet broke. Or at the very least, some more history about this thing: where he got it, what it's the "fastest" at doing, and if he has any other tricks or items of interest.

Need some answers from this guy, maybe after morning Hunt.

>>7742393
Hunt I guess. Maybe talk to the farmers about irrigation.

>>7742477
Protection from who?

>>7742527

Bandits, raiding parties, any particularly large animals that may stray near.

>>7742557

If those were around then why would the people live there for generations?

>>7742602
I'm inclined to agree. Now, once we've shown that this village is the birthplace of a myriad of technologies new and exciting, I'm sure there will be raiders and bandits, but we can burn that bridge when we come to it. For now, these plats could even provide sturdy building materials, in addition to the other suggested uses.

rolled 1, 1, 1 = 3

>>7742602
Same reason people live in South Central LA several generations.

rolled 2, 3, 1 = 6

Morning comes, and the hunt comes with it. You exchange your work clothes for weapons and armor, and go out with the large, bearded men who serve in armor. The one you are paired with this time is named Jon, a stocky, heavily-muscled, gruff man who fights up close, like you, with hand-axes and short stone knives. He bids you good morning and good hunting, and you set off, a flash of blue and a pinch of black against the towering trunks of the forest. He doesn't ask you what you want to hunt; he just tells you to go for it.

Keep your eyes open, and take down whatever you see. This is something you can live with, a tactic familiar to giant-kind. You spot a deer, and then another. You hold up your hand to motion to him, and the two of you take off in their direction, axes held with slowly tightening grips. They spot you, demons in the underbrush, and flee, but they cannot move fast enough to match your speed before you are upon them.

Jon takes one, you take the other. He strikes with finesse, splitting the arteries of the neck, while you hit with power, shearing off the left side of the skull. You carry your kills back to the town, complimenting each other's styles. Sometimes, it's fun to be uncivilized.

rolled 5, 1, 4 = 10

>>7742500
You'll talk to Lark next, while you guys figure out what the best way to use the plates is.

A vote, then.

I vote for armour, shields and weapons to protect the village and hunt with effeciency.

Building materials.

>>7742801
Vote for keeping them until we have the tools to properly shape them and use them as tubing or piping.

>>7742828
This sounds like a smart plan.

rolled 3, 5, 2 = 10

>>7742675
The elders are out by the Hall again, going over diagrams they've drawn in the dirt, planning an irrigation system. You step in quickly, telling Lark what you've learned so far and asking him about the tablet's voice, and what would happen if you broke it. Obviously, he's never so much as cracked it, but he surmises that the tablet is restraining some sort of force within it, probably an evil one. It would like nothing better to be released from its prison, of course, which is why it whispers. A good portion of the symbols inscribed in the piece of stone resemble binding charms, of the type that are undone by thought, which is why you're supposed to try very very hard to ignore their meaning.

Lark picked up the tablet a good 50 years ago in a small shop many, many miles from here, while he was in the 'wandering magician' stage of his life. He was warned very sternly about it by the shopkeeper, and told that it contained a near-limitless reservoir of ice magic, but could only be used to its full potential at night, once a day. While this was a rather strange limitation, Lark picked it up anyway, as it was far less expensive than a book of spells, and could potentially teach him any ice or cold-related magic he wanted to know.

rolled 5, 1, 1 = 7

>>7742945
Of course, judging from his meager skills even after 50 years of practice, he jokes, he might have been had. That, or it was designed for use by a being other than human, such as a Giant of the North. Either way, considering the progress you've made in a matter of days, he has no desire to use it further, and thinks of it as a gift to you. That means you can do whatever you like with it, even break it, but he really, really would like you not to do that near his house.

As for its particular preference, he would reason that it prefers to work with your hands, and with more limited, offensive effects, fueling a bolt or a beam rather than a shield. It is notoriously difficult to tie it to one specific type of attack, but it can be done, with great concentration. The rest of his magical cache is not so childishly limited, he says, but this is the only piece that relates specifically to ice magic. His other artifacts and books would be more difficult for you to use, and the ones that relate to fire might be entirely impossible to master.

>>7742828
>>7742914
What about shaping them into some type of tool? We could ask around to see what kind of stuff usually wears out easily around town and then see if we can use the plates as a new material for that.

I'm trying to think of mills, looms, or other stuff they might try to use in this kind of world. Like, what kind of grain are we going to be farming/harvesting? Do they need some better way of husking whatever it is? Etc.

>>7742945
So, I think we should avoid breaking the tablet. Any objections?

>>7742972
That could work. Though again, we'll really have to wait until they get the tools for it. I'd say we should try to entice a blacksmith to come live here, but I'm not sure how he'd react to us. One of the villagers could go out to become an apprentice, but that would take years.

I guess we should wait until we get the necessary tools and then the villagers can use them to create whatever tools they need.

And we should probably talk to the elders about the irrigation plans. See if there's any way we could improve upon what they've got so far or if there are any mistakes, or see if there's anything we could add to it.

rolled 6, 3, 6 = 15

>>7743036
Assist with the irrigation, then? And keep the plates?

>>7743107
Yes.

>>7743107
Yup.

rolled 6, 5, 6 = 17

You look over the diagrams the elders have made, and move some things around, explaining why you're doing so. You are by no means a technician or a farmer, but modern knowledge extends into all areas of life. After a few revisions, you come up with a plan for a system of ditches that will give the villagers control over which fields get water and how much they get. It's the best bit of engineering you've ever done, you're sure of that.

After that, you find the hunter who fancies himself a blacksmith (Raik), and inform him that the plates would be better off waiting for proper tools. That way, whatever they need to be, they'll be shaped with something more professional than sticks. He agrees that that is best, and says he'll stack them inside the Hall's back room for now.

With that settled, you return to hunting with Jon, throwing yourself at the rich fauna of the forest and tearing their veins out. Life here's not bad, you think. Not bad at all.

>To Be Continued

rolled 6, 1, 2 = 9

Anyone going to be around tomorrow?

>>7743290
I will.

>>7743290

YES.

>>7743290
Hell YES. If I remember. Again.

ARCHIVED!?

Is this in the archive yet?

rolled 6, 1, 6 = 13

>>7743318
>>7743322
>>7743351
Well then, I guess tomorrow there will be more hunting, more plowing, more magic, and possibly more averrons. It might be a later start, somewhere late-afternoonish, but I'll be here.

rolled 4, 4, 2 = 10

>>7743351
>>7743356
Yes, it is.

>>7743386
And that's 4chan time, by the way.

>>7743351

Yes.

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