>>40103464
More! Woo! Hype!

>>40103488
>Volunteer to go fetch it yourself
Wait, was Cora an Arachne or a Lamia?
Or does uncle not know young spiders are not called snakes?

>>40103516
Oh, god damn it... thanks for catching that. Let me fix it.

>>40103464
"Small pups do not need to worry about being strong. Better to be sneaky, and stay away from trouble." She had tapped your nose pointedly at that, and sent you to help some of your older cousins with grinding herbs and roots for medicines. To your credit, you had managed to stay focused on the task for a whole hour - primarily, because the myriad of scents were something magical to you - before you'd lost interest and snuck away to uncle Baltas's cave to listen to more of his adventuring tales. You hadn't been to see Sylea since you'd initially met her, your father making you promise on threat of never seeing the sun or the flowstone again, that you wouldn't go down without an escort.

Baltas had no children of his own, and he was only too delighted to share his experiences. An old bold, missing an eye with a weather-beaten hide notched all about with scars and a bristling beard, he looked terrifying at first glance, but his one good eye was playful and sparkled with impishness whenever he spied you. You felt in him something of a kindred soul, as even in his advanced age he moved with a purpose and a barely-contained energy. "So there I were, ya? Standing at Cora's side, hammer held above my head, and I am screaming 'I weel crush you like grape, damn bug!' The wasps, they no hear. They stupid. They come and try to sting us, to lay their young in our bellies. Well, I had tried to warn them, ya?" He slammed his fist into his other palm, and made a wet sort of squishing sound that gave you a fit of the giggles. "After that, the snake girl and I, we parted ways. She was a good girl, but she had enough of adventuring. Missed her crazy pig-eating sister and mother. So, she went to her home, and I to mine. I miss her sometimes, but I know she is fine. There was a fire in her. Like in you!" He poked you lightly on the nose with a long, crooked finger. "She will have a happy life. Make some lucky man very fearful, have many young snakes of her own."

>>40103543
"Why would making someone scared make little snakes?" You cocked your head to the side curiously. He had only laughed and refused to answer, sending you home to your mother.

Finally, your muscles stopped aching enough that you could wrest yourself from your mother's arms, shaking yourself all over to work the blood back into your limbs and once again bring to ruin her attempts to corral your wild hair. She let you go, shaking her head in a way that all parents must at some point in their lives when they believe their young have lost their minds. You stood nearly to her chest now, your brother easily to her shoulders, and knelt down as she was you could meet her eye to eye. She reached for the water pitcher and a rag, intending to wipe the light sheen of sweat from your fur - by force, if necessary - to find it empty. She muttered a curse and looked about for your brother, finding the cave empty but for the both of you. "Damn... why is he never around when needed..."

The gears in your head slowly whirr, teeth clicking and clacking together. Empty pitcher equals needing water, the warren gets water from snow, and snow is all-

>Volunteer to go fetch it yourself
>Volunteer to find your brother for her
>Write-In

>>40103555
>>Volunteer to go fetch it yourself

>>40103555
>Volunteer to find your brother for her
We could go be helpful, or we could consign our sibling to the job and still be seen as helpful. Easy choice to me.

>>40103555
>Volunteer to go fetch it yourself

>>40103555
>>Volunteer to go fetch it yourself

>>40103555
>>Volunteer to go fetch it yourself

>>40103555
Waterbolding wins. Writing.

TEST

>>40103682
So I'm not the only one having weird connection issues?

>>40103704
Nope took me like 5 minutes to post that

>>40103704
Different anon but no you're not. 4chan wouldn't even load for me for a couple of minutes.

>>40103555
"Me! Me me me! I'll go! I can get it! Oh, let me let me!" You hop in place, and then from one foot to the other, waving your arm about above your head with a huge smile on your face like an overly-enthusiastic student who absolutely knows the answer to a teacher's question. Your mother looks at you stunned, torn between crushing your spirits and letting you down easy. She takes a moment to reply, a hard grip on the pitcher as though you might snatch it from her hands and vanish without a look back.

"Oh, little pup, it is kind to offer, but I think your brother-"

"No! I wanna! I wanna do it! I can go, I can be quick and it won't be any trouble since there will be someone in the caverns just below! There's nothing in the upper caverns! Uncle Baltas said so! Said they'd all be out hunting since it's going to start getting... um... windery? Wandery? Wind... colder." You nod, certain that no firmer or convincing answer had ever been given before or would ever from that point on. Your mother whined, her own tail curling about her feet as her ears folded back. She cast one more sidelong glance at the opening to your cave, as though by will alone she could produce your littermate.

"It is too dangerous, I think. There are things above ground that would make quite the snack of a tiny thing like you, and you are so sweet already!" She smiled brightly down at you. Your frown told her in no uncertain terms her attempt at flattery was denied.

>>40103734
"I'm not so small! I'm almost as tall as the table! Taller, even! There's nothin' out there that can mess with me 'cept dragons, and I bet auntie Sylea could eat them too!" You snatch the pitcher and are out the door, your mother shouting after you, before another moment passes. You wend your way through the warrens, this time avoiding the major caverns and sticking to the side paths, less likely to be spotted. Several times, you almost run headlong into some cousin or older uncle who wasn't watching where they were going, and had to listen to growled admonitions or dodge a clumsy cuff to your ear before the both of you moved on. Part of you wondered, deep down, if this kind of conduct was normal. Your family, both near and warren-wide, were a very honest people. When they were angry, they let it show, and often came to blows when the disagreement was severe enough... but just as quickly, all was forgiven, and uncles who had been brutally punching at one-another hours before would be found drunk and singing happily together, all sins forgiven. Your younger cousins were often cuffed or swatted at when they stepped out of line, or a quick growl enough to put them back on the straight and narrow, but even then there was no malice in it. There were very clear expectations in the warren of what you were meant to do, and for your own good - or the sake of the status quo - you were kept to those expectations. Baltas was the exception, but most adults considered him just this side of cacklingly insane. Given the large collection of skulls and different pieces of preserved monster pieces he had in his warren, you might be inclined to agree. If they weren't just so cool, that is.

>>40103748
You smell the change in the air before you feel it - the sour stale of the cave giving way to the sweet cold of fresh, open air. You speed on, bare paws slapping on the stones in your haste. You'd never been outside before! This was going to be so cool! I mean, of course, since there was snow everywhere and everyone says that snow is cold and so is the wind because it's just really still water and in order for water to be really still it has to be really cold but none of that matters because you're going outside and-

You jump out of the small side tunnel you'd been running along to avoid the older cousins and uncles standing watch, into a huge, empty cavern that dwarfed even the shaft leading to the flowstone depths where Sylea lived. Your childish enthusiasm stuck in your stomach, the slow building apprehension rising to replace it. You hadn't been paying attention to where you were running, which bends you were taking in the paths. The stone up here looked different, not at all the comforting grey press of warm granite, but something dull and brownish, and slightly damp. The air smelled rotten, like the air in the lower mines but without the hot smell to take the stink from it. And it was heavy, the air, and damp. It made your fur cling to your skin, your tail, ears, and hair alike beginning to droop. You heard clattering ahead of you, like stone on stone... or, in the darkness, something sinister with a taste for kobold pups moving in for the kill.

You realize quite suddenly you are lost, and alone.

>Try to find your way back
>Press on! You're the biggest, baddest thing in the cave!
>Cry. Cry a lot.
>Write-In

>>40103847
>Press on! You're the biggest, baddest thing in the cave!

Do kobolds go awoo?

>>40103854
God damn right they do.

>>40103847
>Press on! You're the biggest, baddest thing in the cave!

>>40103847
>>Press on! You're the biggest, baddest thing in the cave!


How the fuck is a potato a cake captcha, what the fuck are you doing

>>40103847
>Press on! You're the biggest, baddest thing in the cave!

>>40103847
>Try to find your way back
We gots a nose so lets use it!

>Try to find your way back
Gotta go find a better exit. Rotten smelling air means the water around here probably isn't good for collecting, and if we fail the job we weren't given, we aren't likely to be given it again.

>>40103847
>Try to find your way back

>>40103931
>>40103937
>>40103941
Wheres your sense of adventure anons!

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>>40103865
http://vocaroo.com/i/s1M9YTXbJRO3

>>40103847
>Press on! You're the biggest, baddest thing in the cave!
Houkotu no Kobold time.

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>>40103847
>Press on! You're the biggest, baddest thing in the cave!
We're a big girl now!

>>40103847
>>40103847
>Press on! You're the biggest, baddest thing in the cave!

>>40103847
Press on it is! Writing.

>>40103946
Overshadowed by feelings of pride, wanting to prove ourselves capable of the simple task of fetching water. But adventure is nice too.

>>40103847
Your enthusiasm may have been curtailed, but it takes more than that to get you down! This place isn't so big, so by that flawless logic there's not a thing here that could threaten you! You're... well, you don't have a name yet, but you're the strongest! You're the bestest! Nothing's going to-

A crack and a hiss immediately behind you makes you jump almost a full foot in the air and three forward, the pitcher slipping from your hands and cracking on the ground. You whip around, fists clenched, settling into a stance that you vaguely remember from some time before, more muscle memory from anything. Defensive, ready to block an incoming attacker. Although, being around three feet tall and ridiculously, adorably fuzzy, the effect is a little diminished. The stream of sulfurous steam gushes from the vent that had just opened where you had been standing, just as quickly dissipating and leaving nothing but a damp crack in the rock. Okay, that was... that was unexpected. You can stop pounding now, heart, we're not going to be eaten... and nobody saw that, right? No. No, everything is just fine. Wait... the pitcher!

You stoop down to where you'd dropped it, grabbing it by the one remaining handle, and looking crestfallen at the long crack running neatly along the outside. This... this can be fixed, surely. There has to be, like, rubber cement or something, right? In this... semi-primitive... pseudo-medieval... mining community... with no trees... or anything to make glue out of, really.

>>40104128

A breath hitches in your throat and tears sting your eyes. You broke it. Momma had told you once that it was really old... her mom's mom's. You didn't mean to! It was an accident! You hear another low crack, and another hiss of steam as another vent opens alongside the first. You narrow your eyes at it, giving a high-pitched, ineffective growl as if you could intimidate the very earth it- huh? It stopped?

You see something wriggling in the crack, liquid bubbling and hissing around a shiny black mass, along with a high-pitched whining sound like a kettle left on to boil. The thing keeps wriggling, growing bigger, until with another crack, the gap in the stone widens and a shiny wet arm wrenches out of the earth. The thing stretches out, its movements jerky as though it were unaccustomed to having form. Something bright appears in the depths of the mass, almost like an eye. It turns toward you, and another arm emerges from the center of the mass, the vague outline of a humanoid shape beginning to take form. The "head" is split nearly in half with what appears to be a mirthless, horrible jack-o-lantern grin as this thing starts to take your shape.

>Fight! It made you break the jug!
>Run! You didn't sign up for this!

>>40104146
>Fight! It made you break the jug!

>>40104146
Quick break while I get a drink and take care of a few things around the house. Twenty minutes, maximum.

>>40104146
>>Fight! It made you break the jug!

>>40104146
>Greet it.

>>40104146
>>Fight! It made you break the jug!

>>40104146
>Fight! It made you break the jug!
FUUUUCK YOUUUU TARSLIME MONSTER!

>>40104146
>Fight! It made you break the jug!
Yay! First fight.

This is a horrible decision.

>>40104146
>Run! You didn't sign up for this!
Mom is going to be so mad, doubly so if we get into a fight.

>>40104146
>Run! You didn't sign up for this!

>>40104180
To elaborate; it's taking our shape, rather than a big monsterous shape, and our shape is not exactly very impressive, so I rather doubt it's trying to intimidate us. The grin is a bit worrisome, but otherwise there's no real reason to be afraid, and we don't want to be the one to start a fight, do we?

>>40104146
>Fight! It made you break the jug!
TWO
THREAD
QUEST

>>40104146

> Fight! It made you break the jug!
I wonder if we can develop radioactive powers.

>>40104146
See the horrible black sludge-thing that crawled out of a crack in the ground and looks like it wants to eat us? Fuck it. Writing.

>>40104146
The thing rises to its full height - which is to say, your full height - and keeps growing till it's double your size, regarding you with its single glowing "eye." The whole thing gives it a slightly lopsided, and very wrong, sort of appearance. You're not at all worried by that at this point, though. You run a hand over the broken, jagged edge where the handle of the jug used to be, your little chest seething with anger. "You... made me... break... gramma's... jug!"

The ground is littered with broken stones, the jug itself feels fairly heavy in your little hands, and you still feel yourself standing in that weird stance you slipped into.

Give me a d100 for something, and you want to roll low. Then...

>Fists
>Grab a rock
>Smack it with the jug!
>Write-in

>>40104296

Tenacity! Though granted there isn't a call for a roll here, I guess we made the wrong choice?

Rolled 7 (1d100)

>>40104355
>Smack it with the jug!

>>40104362
Depends on how you choose to attack it.

Rolled 73 (1d100)

>>40104355
>Grab a rock
>Aim at the eye of the creature.

Rolled 40 (1d100)

>>40104355
>>Grab a rock

Rolled 47 (1d100)

>>40104355
>>Grab a rock

Rolled 4 (1d100)

>>40104355

> Fists

The path of fist must begin early

Rolled 75 (1d100)

>>40104355
>Grab a rock
The jug might still be salvageable, no need to damage it further.

>>40104355
>Fists

Rolled 75 (1d100)

>>40104355
>Write-in
Grab the hand of the jug from the ground and poke it, broken end first, into the slime.
Maybe its tar and it can fix the jug.

Rolled 22 (1d100)

>>40104370
>>40104381
>>40104383
>>40104386
>>40104389
>>40104391
We rolled pretty low all told. Though it depends really how Lotus is counting dice.

>>40104389
>>40104355

So I actually rolled this one, but I'm curious, what does it mean if this option isn't selected? Like, do you take the lowest of the first three for a given option or do you take the lowest of the first three and then select the highest grossing option?

>>40104437
The latter makes more sense, as people will otherwise start voting for what rolls lowest instead of what they want.

>>40104355
>Fists

Well on that note i'm out.

>>40104437
He'd better take just the first three. If people get to snake away from bad rolls it kind of ruins everything.

>>40104425
Low roll is good

>>40104425
First three, I think.

>>40104437
This was for something unrelated to combat. A little surprise I'm cooking up. I'll call for a separate attack roll once the voting period passes.

>>40104355
At four to three, rock barely wins out. Writing.

Rolled 68 (1d100)

>>40104355
You glare at the monster, hand tightening around the jug. Oh!

"Wait!" The creature pulls back, perhaps surprised at the sudden volume of your voice in the otherwise quiet cavern. You turn to the side, carefully setting the jug out of the way and giving it a little twist to make sure it's secure, and won't tip over. You not to yourself before you turn back to the creature, scooping up a smooth, hefty stone from the cavern floor. You size the creature up and grin. "You don't look so big! Come on!" Your muscles don't hurt, you're not short of breath. You feel an almost surreal calm settle over you, like you've done this before, like the motions are completely rote at this point. The thing smacks its 'lips' together with a wet slap and lunges, malformed hands reaching out for you, arms and fingers extending like tentacles.

>Roll 2d100

Rolled 58, 71 = 129 (2d100)

>>40104577

Rolled 30, 15 = 45 (2d100)

>>40104577
Got this.

Rolled 63, 55 = 118 (2d100)

>>40104577

Rolled 43, 89 = 132 (2d100)

>>40104577
/fit/b bold is best kobold.

Rolled 22, 24 = 46 (2d100)

>>40104577

>>40104601
Agreed!

Rolled 22, 15 = 37 (2d100)

>>40104598
nice

Rolled 78, 9 = 87 (2d100)

>>40104577
https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=sxdmw4tJJ1Y

...I keep forgetting this is roll low. Keep worrying.

>>40104636
We got a 30 and 15, We're good

Rolled 70 (1d100)

>>40104598
Well god damn, ain't we a dainty fucking puppy. Writing.

>>40104685
I really like how high you're rolling

I think...

>>40104685
Low is better, right? I didn't horribly screw up, right?

>>40104685
Uh it is low roll is good right...?

>>40104685
So, Lotus, care further explaining the dice system? I think a lot of us are confused.

That poor creature, getting attacked for no reason. No wonder Kobolds have such a terrible reputation, if even the runts are so savage.

>>40104738
It's the one in Spiderbutt quest, except low is good instead of high is good.

>>40104749
>no reason
Ex-Fucking-cuse me?
It made us break our grandma's fucking jug.
And because of that, we're gonna make it into our glue.

>>40104707
>>40104715
He said it was good to roll low on the encounter table. He didn't say it was good to roll low while fighting.

>>40104759
Haven't even touched spiderbutt quest.
Just Lizard and this.

>>40104577
You spin on the ball of your foot and kick off backward, the simple motion carrying you well away from where the beast's 'arms' are now pooled on the cavern floor, sizzling as they eat into the stone. You land gracefully, your tail sweeping side to side partly from excitement and partly to help you keep balance, as you close one eye and stick your tongue out to help you aim.

What feels like a lifetime ago, one of your friends had tried to get you into some of her hobbies. She tried to teach you to play video games, to get you to sit for hours on end and stare at a television screen with her. It just never did take - you would always be more comfortable outside, running and playing with other neighborhood kids - but one thing always stuck with you. "Aim for the glowing spot. That's shorthand for 'This is what will hurt me.'" Well, when life gives you a big glowing 'fuck off' target...

You whip the rock with a practiced snap of your arm, the stone sailing across the cavern and slamming into the beast's 'head,' sending spatters of tar sizzling all about and almost dislodging the gleaming yellow core. It rounds on you, its 'arms' falling from its 'shoulders' as two tentacles sprout from where they had been, and then another two below those. It weaves and bobs left to right, regarding you carefully, almost as if weighing whether or not the meal is worth the risk. You bend and scoop up another stone, ready to move.

>Aggressive
>Defensive

>>40104791
You havent touched the progenitor quest?
That's kind of impressive in it's own way.

>>40104807
>Aggressive
RIP MAIM KILL BURN DESTROOOOY!

>>40104807
>>Aggressive

>>40104807
>>Defensive

>>40104807

>Aggressive
Cave in it's not!head

>>40104812
Yeah... I joined Lizard in its first thread, right after I got back from a long hiatus. So I haven't really taken a chance to look at the rest yet.

>>40104807
>Aggressive

Given how hot it is I do not want to try to touch that thing

>>40104807
>Defensive

>>40104807
>Aggressive

BARK BARK BARK! BARK BARK BARK! BARK!

>>40104807
>Aggressive

>>40104791
Best for each dice in first three rolls.
For example, if 3d100 is called for:
Post 1: 10 50 90
Post 2: 50 50 50
Post 3: 20 40 70
The results would be 10 40 50. Which would be a good first roll, and OK second and third rolls.

>>40104807
>Aggressive

>>40104781
No, that was us getting startled by the sound of steam gushing out from a different vent.

>>40104807
>Defensive

>>40104807
>Aggressive
It's like a slime that's made of boiling hot tar!

It's probably good we didn't go for fists...

>>40104807
>>Aggressive


Lotus we'd better get a victory Howl when we win
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wBYnS1dpiTc

>>40104854
Yes, except shut up, it was totally this thing.
Don't make me tell mom on you.

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>Agressive

Mom is going to be so mad I dont think, "I killed the monster that made me drop it" is going to cut it, mamabold is very protective

>>40104807
Calling it for aggressive. Writing. Also, I need 2d100.

Rolled 76, 63 = 139 (2d100)

>>40104950

Rolled 36, 66 = 102 (2d100)

>>40104950

Rolled 1, 99 = 100 (2d100)

>>40104950

Rolled 84, 57 = 141 (2d100)

>>40104950

Rolled 35, 87 = 122 (2d100)

>>40104950
Rock and roll.

Rolled 6, 36 = 42 (2d100)

>>40104950

Rolled 92, 85 = 177 (2d100)

>>40104950
Once more strike at the core.

>>40104884
>Mom's not going to believe a pitcher-pulverizer. Nyeh~

>>40104958
Heaven or hell on that roll there anon......

Rolled 3, 97 = 100 (2d100)

>>40104950

>>40104958
crit!

>>40104958
Nice!

>>40104958

First crit? First crit.

>>40104958
lolwat

>>40104966
DUEL ONE, LET'S ROCK!

>>40104958
>>40104953
>>40104969

Well... shit. I won't deny you a crit, but if I were going straight DOS...

>>40104969
Pfft ahhahaha! WE WIN SLIME WE WIN!

>>40104997

>Well... shit. I won't deny you a crit, but if I were going straight DOS...

What is this DOS you speak of?

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>>40104997
>but if I were going straight DOS...
Please.......Don't.....

We win, and earn our first battle scar?
We are going to be the literal underdog story

>>40105023
Degree's Of Success....And i hope he doesn't do it....

>>40105023
>>40105023
Degrees of sucess. Basically, when you roll, the QM takes into account how much it differs than the targeted roll by 10. For example, if to hit someone requires a roll of 50 and you roll a 20, you succeeded with 2 degrees of Success, which gives you a better outcome than succeeding with one DOS

>>40105085

Not sure how that would be disfavorable in this case, that is, unless he meant "If I counted both your 99 and your 1, your roll would be pretty shit"

>>40105115
we would succeed and then immediately die?

>>40104807
The unnamed kobold pup takes the mound, and the catcher looks nervous. She shakes off the first call... the second... and she nods the third. The windup... and the pitch!

The beast lunches with a hiss, bearing down on you with a haste it didn't seem capable of a moment ago. Still, you remain undaunted, and let the stone fly. You had expected maybe another solid blow to the core of the thing. What you hadn't expected, however, was the strength of the throw would pierce the thing's head entirely, carrying the core through along with the stone, and that both would impact the opposite wall with the core shattering. The tar creature's body, the core now destroyed, falls apart immediately and begins to evaporate, only slightly pitting the stone floor before it sublimates into the air. You shake your head. That was easy! And mom was worried! Hah!

You turn and move to grab up the jug, but as you reach for it, you notice your hand shaking. Huh... weird. Why? It's not like the thing was a threat. You feel a lump in your throat, your heart pounding. You look to the broken jug, the deep pits in the floor where the beast had lunged at you. If it could melt into stone, what could it have done to flesh? You fought this thing? It could have killed you! What the hell were you thinking!? You're a pup, not a warrior! You didn't even have a damn weapon!

That's right... you didn't even have a weapon... and you still won! Your emotions roil over one-another; pride and terror snapping and clawing at one-another in your chest, seeking victory for control of your heart. Your legs tremble, threatening to drop you at a moment's notice. Your stomach churns. Barely ten days old, and already coming so close once more to your own mortality. And yet, you stared death in the face, and you didn't just smile, you laughed!

Should be a 1 63 vs his 3 97

>>40105125
No, I'm still taking the best roll unless by some bizarre miracle he'd rolled a 1 and a 100. In which case, you kill it, but you'd be getting all the acid burns.

Swallowed a star? Fire in you? Maybe your mom and Sylea were right. For the first time, you don't feel quite like a runt, like a small bold who needs coddling and protecting, so desperate to show off that she'd run headlong into danger just to prove she's capable. Pride swells inside of you, and you have to let it out!

>Roll 1d100

Rolled 93 (1d100)

>>40105146
awoo.

Rolled 21 (1d100)

>>40105146
VICTORY HOWL!

Rolled 14 (1d100)

>>40105146

Rolled 61 (1d100)

>>40105146

Rolled 4 (1d100)

>>40105146

Rolled 9 (1d100)

>>40105153
This is not how you awoo.

Rolled 53 (1d100)

>>40105146

All of the vomit!

Rolled 81 (1d100)

>>40105146
And then the thing's parents come out, and see that we killed its poor innocent child, and we're carted off to black-magma-goo jail.

>>40105146

This is a really, terribly strange dice system you are using. So, the first die should be low, and the second die should be high? Why not, you know, just have one standard objective? Otherwise, you are going to confuse a boatload of anons.

>>40105183
No, both should be low. If the second had been 100, that would have been a critical failure.

>>40105183
No the dice is low, we got 1 and 63 vs the goo things 3 and 97

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>>40105165
>This is not how you awoo.
Don't worry, I've found one for you.

>>40105159

>>40105206
/spoiler] [awoo intensifies] [/spoiler]

>>40105197

But how do we make sense of the goo technically still beating us by degrees of success? Both of its rolls were higher. It should have lost.

>>40105146
Your howl echoes through the caverns, the volume and intensity something you didn't expect your tiny body capable of. Still, there is something undaunted in it, that speaks to your prowess, to your victory! Your tail wags, your ears perked. Your heart pounds in your chest, and you let out another long, loud howl. Somewhere in the dark, you see a handful of small, half-seen creatures scurry away in fear, doing their best to avoid your notice. Boldened by victory, you grab the jug. The remnants of the creature are no more, but no matter! The snow will not melt before you get home, and by then there will be something else to put it into. Triumphant, you run full-bore through the caverns, tongue lolling out of your mouth, eyes wide and taking in everything! The closer you get to the surface, the more the scents of the upper world toy with your senses. Pine! Fresh air and snow! In the distance, something vaguely briny! Finally, up ahead, you see light, and you burst through the mouth of the cave!

Immediately, you sink up to your waist into a snowbank, immobilized momentarily both in shock and from your legs being buried in snow.

>>40105228
Your crit was an instant kill, versus just being another damaging attack.

>>40105228
We are rolling low, and we rolled lower on the rolls.

Low numbers good 1 beats 3, 63 beats 97

>>40105247

So his implication is that "While 1 is good, it is not better than 3 by very much". That means that the first round wouldn't have ended it and the young protagonist would have taken some lumps.

>>40105229
It's cold, and wet, but it's also so fluffy and bright! Your tail wags, dislodging the bank around you and freeing your legs. You set the jug down near the cave entrance and take a long look around. In the distance, you see a sea of white-flocked green, taller than even Sylea! Black specks wing in the air above it, and rising above even those you see a tall stone spire stretching into the sky, crumbling and in disrepair. The scents are even more wonderful now that you've escaped the cave! The pine of the sea of green is so intense and fresh, almost painful though, and undercutting it all manner of musky odors of beasts, the cloying sweetness of verious berries. Even at this distance, they are as sharp to you as if you were standing right over them. A raucous chattering from inside the forest sends more of the black specks into the air, and you laugh despite yourself. You take another step out into the snow, intent on heading out and exploring, when a hand clamps over your shoulder and jerks you back.

"What do you think you're doing topside, little cousin!? I heard a howl, and now I find you out here without a guardian? You will explain, now!"

>Truth
>Lie (Write-in)
>Try to escape and explore

>>40105322
>Truth

>>40105322
>Truth
I went to get water, got lost, fought a thing, found the outside.

>>40105322
>Truth

>>40105322
>Truth

>>40105322
>Truth
Best stick to character, We haven't lied yet

>>40105322
>Truth
>>40105338
This pretty much

>>40105322
>>Truth
>>40105322
I needed to fill the jug with water, got lost, scary vent made me drop jug, scary monster climbed out of vent, kill scary monster because im the best and then came here.

>>40105322
>Truth

>>40105322
>Truth
Fetching water, defeating monsters. Just another average day for this little ol' runt. Maybe tomorrow dragon-sis will hatch and we'll get it down twice as fast, and then...

>>40105320
The first bit, definitely. The second bit, not necessarily, because 63 still beat 97.

The truth shall make you fret

>>40105322
Going to go ahead and call it for truth, I think. Writing.

>>40105385
I dunno, it's a pretty close vote.
I think final destination is the only way to decide it.

>>40105322
"Momma needed some water and so I took the jug and came up here but then there was this hiss and it made me drop the jug, wasn't my fault, and then this nasty gooey monster came out of the ground and-"

The older kobold frowns as you rattle on about the monster, the fight, and how you single-handedly took it down. It's clear he doesn't believe you, so after you pack the jug tight as you can with snow, you lead him to the cavern and show him the pits in the ground, and what's left of the monster's core. He sucks in a breath, and you're absolutely sure he's really impressed.

"It just had the one yellow heart, yes?" You nod quick enough to make your ears flap, tail wagging at being taken so seriously by an older cousin. He nods. "Must have been a young one then..." He quickly scoops up the core pieces into a small bag and ties it off to his belt before scooping you up into his arm. "You were very brave, but very stupid. Fighting is for older cousins, not for runts. The next time, you run! Understand?"

You huff indignantly, ready to argue, but a low growl from the older kobold silences you. You pout, ears folded back and just give a curt nod. He nods likewise, and sets off back toward the warrens along the main trail. Soon enough, you are being worried over by your mother, every inch of you inspected for damage after your elder cousin explained what had happened. Your mom had been upset about the jug, but she was absolutely livid about you fighting the creature. The seven worst words a child could hear had left her lips: "Just wait till your father gets home." Baltas had been called over, and a few other of your older cousins, and soon your cave was almost full to bursting

Time to learn from the adult that magma-bros are allies, and us straight up killing one will lead to a bloody war, to be fought right upon the warrens doorstep.

Oh, foolish Eyszha, it was not the will of the gods for that child of yours to survive, and now your people shall be forced to pay the price for your defiance in blood and tears...

>>40105476
You gonna end soon Lotus? If it's midnight over here it must be well past prime sleep time for you mate

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>>40105491
Joking joking.....Unless your serious then pic related times ten

>>40105476
"A whole colony, you think? Maybe they come up from the core, ya?" Baltas asked as he pored over an old book, looking for something desperately.

"No idea. The little cousin just said she fought one, small, with a single core. I didn't even know they were still around here. Driven out, I thought."

"That could mean trouble... if there is colony, we'll have to move." Baltas shook his head sadly, flipping another page. The older cousin who had found you outside barked with laughter. "Never. These are our warrens. Tar-beast, dragons, or stone sharks, we'll drive them all off!" Your cousins nodded and barked their agreements, but the few uncles who had gathered just grumbled and muttered amongst themselves. Baltas said nothing, flipping another page with an "Aha!" and setting the book out on the table. He turned toward your seat, once more in the corner with your nose to the wall, and beckoned you over. Tail drooping, you scrambled over and he pulled you up into his lap. "Is this what you fought, little one?"

You looked at it and nodded quickly. "But... this one has four eyes, and the one I killed only had one. Why is this one different?" There were words on the page as well. At least, you assumed they were words, but the atmosphere of the room stole your usual curiosity and enthusiasm, and you thought better of asking right then and there.

"The one you killed was young, ya? As they grow, they grow more core. When they get too many, they break apart and become young again." You tilt your head in confusion, and he simply ruffles your hair.

>>40105493
I work overnights. I'm usually up till six in the morning anyway.

>>40105532
>I work overnights. I'm usually up till six in the morning anyway.
Oh god please just end soon....Most anon's can't go that long.....And i for one am about to pass the fuck out.....

>>40105532
>>40105540
Ill keep going for as long as needed

I'm fine with continuing.

>>40105532
>>40105540
Graveyard shift master race here, I can go for a few more hours.

>>40105540
Ignore this casual, don't worry about it being too late for us. We'll either read it now or read it later.

>>40105540
Be strong, be strong for ~awoo

also, I can continue

>>40105540
The ride never ends.

>>40105493

Well.. tough shit for you.

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>>40105532
Okay, so where there's young there are bound to be plenty more of them. Hopefully also young but you never know.
Your kin need to deal with them while they're still size small.

>>40105540
passing the fuck out

>>40105564
>Ignore this casual
Hey this casual's gotta get up at bloody 5 am for work

>>40105540
I've got classes at 7. But, fuck it. I already have shit prepped, and I'm gonna be tired anyways.
Let the party continue!

>>40105578
Well go to bed. Those of us that are staying are either irresponsible, don't have the obligations, or are in another time zone.

>>40105578
I'm very sorry you have to work 5am Fridays, have you considered putting a hit out on your boss?

>>40105590
Touche, Remember go for musclebold!
Also that's a fucking squid not a sandwich captcha......
>>40105595
Several times......Fucking bastards a slave driver

>>40105532
"Where would we go? These warrens have been our home for a long time..." your father frowns, drumming his fingers on the table. You look to him, a whimper escaping your throat. You were accustomed to seeing him upset, but never apprehensive or worried. Baltas lifted you, passing you off to Eigan, who took you in his arms absent-mindedly and held you close.

"There is the city, ya? They would have us. Strong backs for strong work. Men to work cargo at the harbor, or to build, and work stone." Your father's expression darkened and he glared daggers at Baltas, who weathered it with his usual unflappable nature.

"Never. The seas will burn first." He spit on the floor of the cave, as though he had a foul taste in his mouth, and a few of your uncles followed suit. Baltas sighed, scratching behind his ear in frustration.

"Perhaps we should discuss this slowly. Give it time. Perhaps the young one simply got lost. Perhaps there is no colony, and we are worrying for nothing." Your mother refills your father's stein, then her own, before resuming her seat. You reach out for her, and she gives your hand a quick cuff. You pull your hand back, whimpering. You know she's upset, and in time you'll be forgiven, but still, it hurts. Murmurs of assent come from cousin and uncle alike, and with the mood in the cave thoroughly unsettled, the impromptu gathering disperses. Your father shakes his head and rises, setting you back on your feet. He steps into his room, returning a few moments later in his heavy jacket and carrying a pack on his back. Your mother says nothing, but you can't help your curiosity.

"Papa? Where are you going? Back to work? You don't take a bag when you work." There is a note of worry in your voice, which he allays by lifting you in his arms and nuzzling you nose to nose.

Ahhh fuck it i'll see if i can take a graveyardshift

>>40105615
"I think I must speak to somebody about these goings on, my troublesome little snowflake... and it is time I thought about naming you and your brother. For these things, I have to speak to somebody above." He sets you back down and crosses to your mother, sweeping her up into a bear hug and nuzzling her likewise, nose-to-nose. "I will return in a few days. Grigor will watch the cave and see to your needs. Try and keep our little runaway at hand. Perhaps tie her to the mantle?" He chuckles softly and your mother just gives him a playful cuff before he musses your hair. Your brother meets him at the door and receives the same affections before your father steps into the warrens, heading toward the path leading above.

"Momma, where's papa going?" your brother asks, taking a seat at the table.

She settles in beside him and pulls him close into a hug. "Never you mind, little pup. You will meet her soon enough."

>Ask about the meeting
>Sneak out and follow Papa
>Sneak out and visit Sylea
>Write-in

>>40105669
>Sneak out and visit Sylea
Warn her about the colony

>>40105669
>Ask about the meeting

>>40105669
>Ask about the meeting

>>40105669
>>Ask about the meeting

>>40105669
I'll call it here if everyone wants to get some sleep. Just let me know what you all want, and we'll pick it up with the chosen vote next time.

>>40105700
I say wrap it up for tonight. It's a good stopping point.

>>40105669
>>40105681
Seconded.

>>40105700
I'm fine with being up.

>>40105669
>Sneak out and visit Sylea

>>40105700
I'm fine. We're nowhere near RL's quests in terms of length, after all.

>>40105669
>Sneak out and visit Sylea
>>40105700
I think only a single anon asked for sleep

i was hoping we could be a good girl for once. we keep sneaking out, we're gonna be called a real problem child.

>>40105700
It's a good stopping point i'd say, Up to you though really

>>40105719
Or that other quest that ran a day or two ago.

I went to bed, slept 8 hours, woke up, and it was still going.

>>40105669

>Sneak out and visit Sylea

I can stay for a while

>>40105669
>>40105669
>Write-in
Make a weapon, for us and maybe bro.

Considering how acidic these guys are, a sling or a spear?

>>40105700
Can go for a few more hours, no need to worry

>>40105669
Visiting aunt Dragon it is. Writing.

>>40105700
Sleep is for the weak.
Let the party rage ever onward, stopping only once the sun's rays touch the ground
>but they always are, just in different parts of the world.
Shut up fictional green text man. You don't exist.

>>40105789
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IKTtUpDfj4Q

>>40105810
Holy fuck. That is the best thing ever.

>>40105810
Those are some angry fish.

>>40105669
Your mother waves off your brother's questions, with a "You'll see," setting about preparing dinner. Soon enough, your belly full and eyes drooping, you're tucked into bed, the fire banked, and all ready to sleep for the night. Except, you're far from tired. You keep thinking about the fight. If that was a young one, then what were older ones like? Bigger? Stronger? And what if they came from deeper, like uncle Baltas had suggested? You sit bolt upright with a gasp. Auntie Sylea and the egg-baby! They didn't know! You whimper, looking between the passage to your parent's room and the passage to the warrens indecisively, ears flattened to your head. Somebody should tell her, but you weren't supposed to go out... but if nobody told her, and she got attacked, and the baby... but you really, really want to be a good girl... but... but...

The next thing you know, you're running down the path toward the flowstone veins, almost as if you were moving without quite realizing it. The slap of your paws on the stone is the only sound, all the miners at home in their beds, most likely. The lanterns shine, lighting your way through the main shaft and once again you grab one to carry along with you through the dark. Soon enough, you come to the little peninsula of stone, but Sylea is nowhere to be seen. Timidly, you step out, and immediately hiss in pain. You fall back on your rump and grab your foot, lifting it with a whimper. A gash in the pad oozes bright crimson, something sharp and vaguely gem-like stuck deep in the flesh. It looks just like the egg...

>>40105669
Ask about meeting

>>40105882
Egg shell, apparently worse than lego

>>40105882
Dragon friend! Yay!

>>40105896
Not as bad as a d4, though.

>>40105902

I have felt that pain, the pain that rivals that of an infinite sun.

>>40105882
You whine, partly in pain and partly in worry. You whimper as you try to dig the shell out of your pad, succeeding only in driving it in deeper before, with a grimace, you set about trying to dig it out with a sleek black claw. To your credit, you don't howl in pain no matter how bad you want to. That's something a runt would do, and damn it you aren't a runt! Well, not really. Not where it counts. You finally dislodge the shell, flexing your toes carefully and bringing a new rush of blood to the surface. A drop falls to the stone floor, sizzling when it touches the rocks. You tentatively try to stand; your foot hurts like mad, but you can walk on it.

>Call out for Sylea
>Try and limp for home
>Press onward and keep looking

>>40105919
>Call out for Sylea

>>40105917
>>40105902

Have you mother fuckers ever stepped on one of those little crystals kids can buy in those geology sets? That is pain

>>40105902
>implying you used said d4 for that effect
There is a special place in hell for someone like you
...you too captcha, hamburgers aren't sandwitches.

>>40105882
>Call out for Sylea

>>40105924
Oh god don't remind me of that you asshole!

>>40105919

>Press onward and keep looking

>>40105924
I don't even know what you're talking about, bu i have no doubt

>>40105919
Why is our blood sizzling.

>Call out for Sylea

>>40105919
>Press onward and keep looking

>>40105919
>Call out for Sylea
What little we know about the danger of the caves is that they're "quite deep". So getting lost is probably a bigger worry than drawing attention. I hope.

>>40105938
>Why is our blood sizzling.
The stone is hot. We're surrounded by molten rock, after all.

>>40105919
>>40105919
>Call out for Sylea
>Pocket that shell-piece
>Check foot and surroundings for acid-spewing slimes

>>40105919
>>Call out for Sylea

>>40105956
The question is not "Why does the blood sizzle," but "Why does her ass not?"

>>40105924
>>40105935

I had a little cousin once who got one stuck up his ass.

Told us he "sat" on it

>>40105926
Wait...what?
I don't even know what you're implying.

Also, you infected my captcha. Asked for sammiches, got 2 burgers.

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>>40105975
MCDONALD CONSPIRACY
...now it made me choose hamburgers, in which both of them were sandwitches. What.
>>40105973

>>40105924
I was in the desert at one point. Stepped on some spiny thing without realizing it. Got lodged in the sole of my (thick as fuck) shoes. Every step I took I felt something jabbing into my foot. Must have had some sweat on it too, cause it burned like a motherfucker.
Stopped several times to check my shoe and my foot for anything, but it was positioned just right, so it only poked out when sufficient pressure was placed on it.

This story was longer than expected.
Tl;DR: stepped on spike in desert. Hurt a lot.

a hamburger is a type of sandwich. How do people not know that?

>>40105919
Calling out for Sylea wins it. Writing.

>>40105919
You take a few limping steps before you slip to your knees with a huff, your foot throbbing and your hand clenched tightly around the piece of shell. You fear the worst, but you already came all this way, and if your mother finds you gone...

"A-auntie Sylea?" you call out, the whine in your voice all but lost amongst the churning magma. No response, so you call again, louder this time. A rumble, a crack, and a loud 'sploosh' are all that answer you as a stalactite dislodges from the ceiling, crashes into one of the rock outcroppings, and lands in the magma sea, breaking the black crust of the surface and revealing more of the angry red below. You shiver, suddenly very cold despite the overwhelming heat. Over the din of the stygian depths, you hear the click-click-click of claws on stone, and see the familiar figure of your aunt leaping stone to stone before she lands on the peninsula before you, blinking sleep from her eyes.

"Little pup, what are you doing here? The hour is late, and surely your parents don't know you're out. You court trouble too willingly..." She scoops you up in her arms, as if sensing your worry and pain. "Come. I cannot leave Djanna for long."

>Tell her about the colony
>Djanna?
>My foot...

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>>40106026

>>40106043
>Tell her about the colony

>>40106043
>Tell her about the colony

>>40106043
>>Tell her about the colony

"I'm really really really sorry but I got worried because bad things might be coming and I was worried about you and your egg!"

>>40106043
>>Tell her about the colony

>>40106043
>>Tell her about the colony
>>Djanna?

>>40106043
>Tell her about the colony
>Djanna?
>My foot...
Let our vicious tongue let loose once more.

>>40106043

>Tell her about the colony
tell her about the possible colony, we may be a child but we can pay attenion

>>40106043
>>Tell her about the colony

>>40106043
>>Tell her about the colony
>>Djanna?

>>40106043
>Tell her about the colony

>>40106043
>Tell her about the colony

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>>40106043
>Tell her about the colony
>Djanna?
Who?

>>40106043
>>40106043
>Tell her about the colony
>Djanna?

>>40106043
"I'm really really really sorry but I got worried because bad things might be coming and I was worried about you and your egg! There's a bunch of goo monsters and they're nasty and eat rock and they have these cores and-"

"Shh, child, patience. Start from the beginning." She leaps gracefully from stone to stone, carrying you effortlessly along the river of magma. You do just that, telling her about your jaunt to the surface, and the fight with the tar monster, and the meeting with Baltas, and all the cousins and uncles. She seems genuinely impressed by the fight. "You have a strong arm, and a keen eye! Are you sure you are a kobold, and not a dragon in disguise?" Despite yourself, you blush. She makes one final leap, landing gracefully at the mouth of a cave. She moves to set you down, but a sharp whimper as your paw touches stone causes her to sweep you back up again.

"My foot... I cut it on something... your egg! Oh no, did it break!? Did they get it!? IS THE BABY OKAY!?" The panic lends a shrill edge to your voice, and Sylea tries to shush you, but for naught. From deeper inside the cave, you hear a whimper and a cry that rocks the very stones themselves. She sighs and, cradling you in one arm, carries you forward.

"You need not worry for my egg, pup, for it is egg no longer. Come, let me show you my Djanna."

"Djanna? What's a Djanna?"

"Flesh of my flesh, bone of my bone." The pride in Sylea's voice is obvious, and her own tail swishes back and forth as she carries you into a small-ish cavern, lined wall to wall with gilt and ornate furniture, expensive carpets, and treasure galore. In the center of the room, in an obsidian basinet, lies a tiny figure with orange-tinged skin, a tiny nubbin of a tail, and a pair of blunt horns curving slightly upward. Scales cover its shoulders, arms, and neck, and its eyes are the color of flame.

Stunned silence. No words for once.

>>40106136
>Djanna
Girl name!

>>40106161
I hope it's a girl aswell

>>40106136
"This, little pup, is my Djanna. My daughter. Your cousin, if I am your aunt." She pulls up a chair with her free hand and settles you upon it, slipping from the cavern without another word. You lean over, wide-eyed, as you observe the tiny creature. It looks at you curiously, its cries silenced by your presence. You lean closer, curiosity and studiousness fixating you upon it. You don't notice her reaching up slowly, don't notice it gripping your ear until it has a handful of your fluff and is tugging at it and giggling.

>Ow! Pull away!
>She likes me!
>Write-in

>>40106161
Is she going to be the laid-back nerdy childhood friend to our hyperactive athletic protagonist?

>>40106136
>wild charm charmander encountered!

>>40106173
>She likes me!

>>40106173
>She likes me!
>Write-in
Only awooos now

>>40106173
>She likes me!

>>40106173
>eyeyeyeyeyeyeyeyeyeyeyeyeyee!

>>40106173
>She likes me!
>Awoo softly

>>40106173
Give the tiniest awoo at her, apply maximum nuzzle

>>40106173
>She likes me!

>>40106173
>giggle giddily
>She likes me!

Ok. Hamburgers may be sandwiches. I am willing to concede that point. But quesadillas sure as fuck aren't.

>>40106173
>She likes me!
>Ow-(softly)-woo...

>>40106195
Kobold Quest. Come for the cute, stay for the discussion about what does and does not constitute a sandwich.

>>40106173
>>She likes me!

Nuzzle the Dragon!

>>40106173
>>40106185
>>40106198
Second

>>40106195
Would you call peanut butter and jelly in a flour wrap a sandwich? If you would, then a quesadilla is too.

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>>40106211
>peanut butter and jelly
>in a wrap

>>40106211
No, because it's in a flour wrap, not bread slices.

>>40106211
No, I'd call it disgusting. I'd also call it a wrap.

>>40106211
I consider "sandwich" to require two discreet items sandwiching the contents. A quesadilla is one single tortilla, therefore it's a form of wrap.

>>40106173
She likes me! Hey, Djanna! Writing.

as someone who has had this given to them, i can actually tell you its quite delicious, however it is still a wrap

>>40106218
So one slice of bread folded over wouldn't be a sandwich?

>>40106215
>>40106217
Y'all are idjits.

>>40106218
I'm with this guy.

From the dictionary:
sand·wich
ˈsanˌ(d)wiCH/
noun
1.
an item of food consisting of two pieces of bread with meat, cheese, or other filling between them, eaten as a light meal.
"a ham sandwich"

>>40106233
A hot dog isn't a sandwich. Neither would that.

>>40106233
>So one slice of bread folded over wouldn't be a sandwich?
Yep. Unless the bread tears while folding it.

A sandwich is assorted toppings assembled typically inside two slices of bread. A wrap... sorta qualifies? I mean you can have open faced sandwiches? Where there is only one slice of bread.

>>40106233
Correct. One slice of bread folded over would be a sandwich.
Because bread doesn't fold.
And it would break into two pieces.
Therefore constituting the basic definition of a sandwich.

Also, tortillas are not bread. They are tortillas.

>>40106258
what about naan bread? It's practically a tortilla.

>>40106258
My break can fold, anon. It's not toast.

>>40106258
>tortillas are not bread

Look, let's just agree the food captchas are fucking retarded, yeah?

I mean, it just asked me to select pizzas, I selected two pizzas and what was clearly a burger and it accepted it.

>>40106248
Well, now you're opening the field far to much. Bruschetta, for example, isn't a sandwich. It's an appetizer.

>>40106173
Despite yourself, you can't help but giggle in response to the child's fixation on your fluff. You scoop her up carefully without thinking about it, gathering her close to you as her other hand goes straight for the fluff on your shoulder. It hurts, but you don't quite care. This little thing's cackling giggles are infectious and you can't help but respond in kind. You nuzzle it nose to nose, cheek to cheek, forehead to forehead, liberally marking it as you laugh and coo and yip softly at it. Minutes pass before you become acutely aware that you're being watched and you slowly turn to see Sylea standing in the mouth of the cave, almost doubled over in barely suppressed laughter. You blush and carefully set the child back in her basinet, pulling her hands carefully from your fur. This causes an instant change in her demeanor, crocodile tears welling up into her eyes and loud whimpers giving way to plaintive wails and the clenching of fists at the indignity of being denied her new playmate. Sylea sweeps across the room, scooping the child up and cuddling her close.

"There there, love. Yes, I know she's an absolute delight, but you mustn't tug on fur like that. She is strong, but not so resilient as we, hmm?" she gives the child a soft kiss between her horns, and slowly Djanna begins to calm down. Sylean holds her close for a minute or two longer before she begins to yawn, and the older dragon carefully places her back into her bed. You feel almost ashamed that Sylea chastised her, whispering that it didn't hurt you that much. The dragon just clicks her tongue and moves to sit cross-legged at your feet, taking your injured paw in her lap.

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>>40106276
tor·til·la
tôrˈtē(y)ə/
noun
(in Mexican cooking) a thin, flat pancake of cornmeal or flour, eaten hot or cold, typically with a savory filling.

Just today I ate what I thought was a sandwich on a piece of french bread. It was not cut all the through to the point of separation into two distinct pieces of bread, it was one folding piece of bread with a hinge.

What the fuck did I eat!?

>>40106286
"Bastard circles" my sides

>>40106286
Abominations

>>40106297
Are you seriously trying to quibble definitions from wikipedia to say that tortillas aren't a type of bread?

>>40106301
You ate a poor innocent piece of bread that was being cruelly penetrated by random foodstuffs, you monster

>>40106286
The file name explains all.

Coincidentally, I'm going to culinary school, and we had a conversation about those yesterday.

>>40106322
go on...

>>40106286
Clearly a robot quesadilla.

>>40106322
today is the first time i have seen such abominations, who the fuck invented those, I never realized children actually didnt eat crust.

>>40106314
Yes. Yes I am. And I'm damn proud of it.

>>40106285
"Tsk... it cut you deep. I'm sorry, pup. I did not think I had left any shards behind." She lets your foot rest against her knee as she reaches to the back of her leg, grimacing as she gives a quick yank and pulls a scale free. She presses it to your foot, inner side to the skin, and presses down for several long moments. It aches, but soon enough she pulls her hand back and the scale remains adhered to the skin. You give an experimental flex of your foot, and the scale shifts with it. "If you do not move it, the scale will keep it from becoming infected. You will stay here tonight, and tomorrow I will take you home again."

Your heart skips a beat. "I can't! My mom's gonna kill me! She'll yank out my tail and put me in the corner forever and-"

Sylea lays a finger against your lips. "I will speak in your defense. It was love, and worry, that brought you here. Surely your mother will accept that. Even more so since it is becoming clear that short of burying you up to your neck, you will not be kept in a single place." You whimper, but you know better than to try and argue. You hear a hiccup, and the cavern is momentarily lit by a small shower of sparks from Djanna's mouth. Sylea smiles down at her child. "Besides, I should think it good that you two become well acquainted."

>>40106327
We agreed that whoever made them should be drawn and quartered. It was a pretty short conversation.

>>40106331
They used to serve them at my school cafeteria.

>>40106331
When I was in elementary school children who didn't have a home lunch and could not afford lunch had to eat those

>>40106341
We'll call it here tonight. Sorry for such short threads, but I figured this gives me a good idea on how to gauge length and get a good momentum going, etc. I'll be around for questions for a little bit yet if you have any. Also, thoughts on the time skips?

>>40106331
They're pretty gross. Usually taste like someone took straight jelly and then mixed it with frostburn and a thimble of peanuts.

I've only ever eaten them out of desperation on band trips and even then it was only when I was unable to find/steal other food easily. Fuck bus rides that last for 20+ hours after a day of marching.

>>40106356
>Also, thoughts on the time skips?
Eh maybe not so many next time? Give us more time to play the character at said age before timeskiping?

>>40106347
Really? Lucky. For me it was middle school, and that WAS the paid lunch.

>>40106344

I dont know how to say this but i am suddenly glad that the only time i had a cafeteria was when one of our teachers in high school, who is also a chef created a cafeteria class. that served real food.

>>40106357
>frostburn
freezer burn*

>>40106366
>Really? Lucky. For me it was middle school, and that WAS the paid lunch

What in the actual fuck? This is the shit Florida gave to poor people, Florida HATES poor people and you paid to eat it?

>>40106361
Well, it was only a week. And that's basically just skipping puppy-hood.

I wanna stay a dog person. We would make an excellent husky.

>>40106356
Thanks for running dude.

>>40106356
Needs more uncontrollable awoos

>>40106356
Thanks for the thread, timeskips are good, when you run out of things appropriate for the time frame or age in this case. but they shouldnt be too large so that the character can be developed in more depth

>>40106383
Didn't have much of a choice. They made up for it with root beer milk, though.
Root beer milk was the shit.

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>>40106385

I'm sure i missed it somewhere, but how old are we?

>>40106421
Week and a few days.

>>40106301
>What the fuck did I eat!?
banh mi

This quest is excellent, can't wait to see how it develops. Thanks for running Lotus

>>40106356
Thanks for the thread.

At first I thought that the first skip, from after birth to a week after, was a missed opportunity, and kinda excessive. But now, after seeing more of Kobold society, I think it was the right call after all. This is definitely a different family and social dynamic than the other RE: stories we've seen, and the current pacing is working well with it.

The portrayal of memory retention seems kinda inconsistent, remembering workout routines and rubber cement but not seasons. I know you had a different idea about that sort of thing when you started up the quest, and early quest hiccups are certainly to be expected, but I hope the memory thing doesn't stay as rocky. To me, forgetting the past life (all or most) seems like it kinda invalidates a lot of the value of the "RE:" premise.

Nitpicking aside, I'm certainly more interested than I thought I'd be in this quest. Looking forward to the next thread!

THIS IS ALL MY FAULT.
no wait.
THIS IS ALL CAPTCHA'S FAULT

>>40106463
Thanks for running.
You've got a strong start.

I'm definitely looking forward to little lizard shenanigans. Our sister from another litter has shown great potential, after all; already successfully laying down caltrops, and adeptly grappling a much larger and furrier opponent.

>>40106356
Good running Lotus. Unreasonably energetic kobold girl is officially adorable.

>>40106761
She has all the energy of a bigger Kobold in a smaller package, at least that's how she should respond when people make fun of her size or call her a runt

>>40106356
Loving it, can't wait to see where this goes.

>>40106806
We lose our home while still young. Perhaps dragon mother dies as well.

Human population looks down and treats the kobolds poorly. We become roving band.

Kobold Cossacks or Huns.

>>40106967
So... murder and rape, starring cute 3foot-tall furry kobold girl? I'm down with that.

>>40106967
That sounds pretty cool. But /tg/ has issues doing anything that might be considered bad.

>>40107339
I'd rather stick with the established "tiny kobold is adorable, energetic, and doesn't afraid of anything" vibe personally.

>>40107355
everyone has to grow up eventually, Anon.

>>40107380
We can stay like when we grow up, we'll just be applying it to more life and death situations.

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>>40107380
NO U