Third session already, you are on a roll lotus

>>40112368
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"Sorry..." you whisper, looking pointedly at the floor as you walk at her side past the central mining shaft, your fingers twisting in the fur of your stomach. Your tail hangs close between your legs, making it slightly hard to walk. Sylea tuts softly, Djanna struggling to crawl up onto her shoulder from the carrying sling wrapped around her chest.

"You are too mindful of courtesies. Perhaps you thought me offended? Sweet girl, think no more of it." You looked up at her, your ears still flat and your lower lip quivering. You thought she would say more, perhaps explain further, but she did not, simply walking alongside you. She didn't seem angry, but she never did. Did that mean she was happy? Or sad? Or something else? Dragons are weird. Sylea comes up short as soon as the thought crosses your mind, looking back at you with narrowing eyes. Did she... can she read minds!? Your eyes widen and you start to apologize again, beg for mercy, but she reaches out and grabs you around the shoulder, pressing you against the wall of the cavern and pressing herself against you. Djanna wriggles against her chest, her tail slapping against your shoulder as the little dragon begins to whimper.

>Stay very still
>What the Hells, Sylea!?
>Write-in

>>40112385
I have a fever, and the only cure is more kobold.

>>40112386
>Stay very still

>>40112386
>Stay very still
Well shit, something's spooked a dragon.

>>40112386
>>Stay very still

>>40112386

>Stay very still

Lotus I respect your dedication as a QM

>>40112386
>Stay very still
We can be quiet if we try

>Stay very still

Since we should probably have a base informational post.

System: This quest will use d100 roll-under degrees of success, with the best of three rolls being used. Crits will take priority, on both ends of the spectrum, with a roll of 1 and 100 on the same call cancelling one another out. For exploration, a d10 will be used, with lower results being more positive, and higher being negative (a one perhaps being a treasure hoard, a ten being something that has a taste for snowbold). For each call, there will be a ten minute voting period, with contentious votes requiring a five-minute FINAL DESTINATION voting period. Write-ins are encouraged with any option, since they will help to season... I mean, flavor... our protagonist.

Twitter!: http://www.twitter.com/lotuseater1031

Ask me questions, yo!: http://ask.fm/Lotus_Eater

>>40112386
>Panic

>>40112386
But, CAN we stay quiet? If we can't, it's >>40112521's fault. Writing.

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>>40112554
Really? REALLY?

>>40112386
Djanna whines a bit at the confinement, with Sylea callously clapping a hand over the baby's mouth. You slowly manage to force your heart out of your throat, and you think you realize what spooked her. Above you, below you, you hear a sound like slowly flowing water, and smell the horrid rotten stennch of the steam vents from the caves above, and beyond that even through the stone your sharp ears hear a maddening, burbling whisper. It sounds like... kobold, but also the strange dragon song Sylea sang, and still like other tongues you don't know. What you can pick up in your native tongue doesn't sound like it makes any sense, but there is a menace behind it, and you feel a sense of real fear slide up your spine like a rod of ice. A minute passes... two... the voices slowly grow quieter, moving further away, seemingly into the deep, solid core of the caves, away from the mines and away from the warrens. Sylea lets out a slow breath you didn't realize she'd been holding as she lets go of Djanna's mouth. You feel something wet spatter on your nose, and the coppery stink of blood fills your nostrils. You look up as the older dragon looks down at her hand, blood sliding down her finger from a tiny bite mark. Djanna looks up at her mother, eyes wide, fear evident.

"We go now." Sylea didn't wait for you to respond, grabbing you about the waist and hauling you bodily along the corridors, each stride longer than your largest uncle could manage.

>Panic
>Worry
>Curiosity
>Write-In

>>40112562
Am I that kind of asshole?Yes. Yes, I am.

>>40112661
>>Worry

>>40112661
>Panic

scumbag captcha: Select all images of bread, None of the images are bread

>>40112661
>Worry

>>40112661

>Worry

>>40112661
> Worry

>>40112516
Exploration rolls are first only, or best of three?

>>40112661
>Worry
>Curiosity
We're not dumb, but we sure are stupid!

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>Worry

>>40112724
That's probably a good question... to be fair, I should be the one to roll them, but I don't want to rob the players of agency. Thoughts?

>Captcha asks for hamburgers
>Only related options are sandwiches

FUCK YOOOOOOU!

>>40112661
Looks like worry has it. Writing.

Rolled 85 (1d100)

>>40112761
Rolling for sanity.

>>40112761
Best of three skews it in favor of players more, so we'll get more good encounters than bad unless you just take the first roll.

>>40112761
>inciting the sandwich argument AGAIN, ALREADY.

>>40112661
>Worry

>>40112788
>so we'll get more good encounters than bad unless you just take the first roll.
Not really, Remember crits? There's a higher possibility of getting a 1 on three rolls then one roll

Wow, you guys sure aren't curious. Doesn't anyone want to fight with the eldritch horror?

>>40112805
Ah yeah, that's true. But then we'd get a lot of extremes of good and bad, which is also a problem.

>>40112761
I'd suggest player rolls for exploration, but just take the first unless we have some sort of advantage like a dedicated scout or sensory magic or some shit.

>>40112827
Do you want to get tentacle raped!? because that's how you get tentacle raped!

>>40112827
>Doesn't anyone want to fight with the eldritch horror?
Nope, No thanks i learned my lesson in several CoC games

>>40112849
Well if you put it that way...

>>40112849
tentacle raped by acid monsters, that sounds beyond painful

>>40112661
You whimper in Sylea's grip, hanging limp and casting your eyes all about the tunnel as she runs. Here and there, you can hear snatches of the babbling voices. At times they are almost clear, and at others mere hints of a whisper. They should have been moving away, but as you head for the warrens, it's like they're all around you, and then not. "Tide," you think to yourself, the word coming to you as if from far away. "They move like the tide." A snarl from the dragon woman snaps you from your reverie as you feel yourself tossed to the floor of the cave, reflexively tucking into a roll and coming up on your feet in a little hop. Your moment of pride at sticking the landing is interrupted as you turn to Sylea, finding the woman lying face-down on the ground, an arm clutching Djanna protectively. You run to her, your irritation at being tossed replaced with concern and, if you're being honest, fear as you see a mass of black tar burbling up from a hole in the ground around her foot, scales sizzling in the muck. Three spheres, glowing a sickly yellowish red, float around it. She roars in fury, giving her foot a yank away from the hole, but the beast comes with it, a semi-solid mass clinging desperately to her slowly dissolving limb. Down the hall, near the main mine shaft, you hear two heavy, echoing 'plops.'

>Grab a rock and stand your ground!
>Try and free Sylea
>Grab Djanna and run
>Write-in

>>40112915
>Try and free Sylea

>>40112915
>Try and free Sylea

Leave none behind!

I don't want childhood trauma for cutie dogbold

>>40112915
>Try and free Sylea

>>40112915
>>Try and free Sylea
With Rocks!

>>40112915

>Try and free Sylea

well this got dark

>>40112827
It scared the dragon lady.

It should scare us too.

We're curious, not STUPID.

>>40112940
Same....Was really hoping this kind of stuff didn't happen, Was hoping this wouldn't go grimdark

>>40112915
>Grab a rock and stand your ground!
If we hit one of those cores there's a good chance it'll let go of her. I don't see what we'd be able to do to drag her free that a DRAGON can't do by itself.

>>40112951
>>40112961
>>40112964

Let's use the rock to remove her already dissolving limb. We'll get someone to magic it back in our travels or something.

Plans Plans plans! We gotta come up with plans! If we can get the dragon to safety she can use the full extent of her powers against them, alternatively we can stone it to death hopefully.

>>40112961
Let's not jump to any conclusions here. She's not automatically doomed, she is a goddamn dragon after all.

Rolled 8, 60, 45 = 113 (3d100)

>>40112915
Also, rolling for anal circumferences

>>40112984
This stuff isn't full-on sulfuric acid. She's going to have some burns if you get the tar slime off quick enough, but it's not going to eat through her unless you knock her the hell out and run away.

>>40112915
>Grab a Rock and Djanna
Protect the loli.

>>40113012
That gives us alternatives.

also did they put a filter on anal circ rolls, why the hell would the mods do that!?

>>40113012
>knock her the hell out and run away.

Well now I know what to do

>>40113016
Right, we'll beat the thing off with Djanna.

>>40112915
Calling it for freeing dragon auntie. Writing.

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>Grab a rock and stand your ground!

>>40112915
You're almost hyperventilating. The air stinks and it's hot and Sylea's growling and hissing at the tar, flecks of spittle and sparks flying from her lips as her eyes flash and there's more coming and oh god oh god oh god-

Wait... wait, deep breaths little pup. You inhale and exhale slowly as Sylea tries kicking the muck off with her other foot, barely keeping it from sticking to the other limb. Tongues of flame course across her lips, but she seems to be holding back, clutching Djanna to her chest. Maybe she can't do... whatever she's trying to do with the baby there? You can't get the sling off her, with her gripping Djanna like that, and you don't think she's willing to listen to reason at this point. She's... well, she reminds you of your aunt when she'd yell at your mom sometimes. Not your kobold mom, your old mom. You shake your head hard, trying to center your thoughts, and you look around quickly. There's no stones around here, the thoroughfare kept clean of debris for the carts. You could maybe run and grab a pick or a mattock, but there are more coming this way, so you'd have to get by them.

"Why not just... grab it?" you ask yourself. The dragon lady is dragging herself backward up the walkway, scraping her leg against the ground. The muck flows all around it, as if it were coiling tighter. The cores swirl around, bobbing close to the surface, then falling down below. Well... for lack of a better option...

>Try and grab a core
>Punch it!
>Howl for help
>Write-In

>>40113120
>Try and grab a core
>Howl for help
FUCK IT LET'S DO THIS ANONS!

>>40113120
>Punch it!
Punching fixes everything.

>>40113120
WOG here. Going with full access to prior life. I figure if that's the way it's been established in other RE quests, who am I to break tradition?

>>40113120
>>Try and grab a core
>>Howl for help

>>40113142
Nah man i liked the old idea you had better tbh, It seems more interesting

>>40113120
>Try and grab a core

>>40113120

>Punch it!
try to wrap our hand in our clothes first? if we have any that is

>>40113142
Enh, your quest your rules man. You don't have to stick to what inspired the quest whatsoever, particularly when the very original source material is regarded to be as bad as it is.

>>40113120
>Howl for help
>Try and grab a core
Theres a reason by the way, everything about these guys are acid. This is going to hurt.

>>40113142
Both are good, I'm glad you decided on one!

I'll admit I'm excited to see clever usage of old wisdom/knowledge/in-jokes in RE: quests!

>>40113120
>Try and grab a core
>Punch it!

Grab and punch it to bits! Maybe a punch grab crush!

>>40113189
Wait, so if I rewrite Twilight and I'm not a complete dumbass...

Hold on, BRB. Making millions.

Grab & Punch are tied.

>FINAL DESTINATION
>C-C-C-COMBO!

Punch and grab
"This is for hurting Sylea!"

>>40113225

Punch

>>40113225
>>C-C-C-COMBO!
While howling for help right?

>>40113225
Punch it until it submits and then grab it!

>>40113250
Yeah.

>>40113225
>>FINAL DESTINATION
LET THE DICE GODS TAKE THE WHEEL!

>>40113225
>C-C-C-COMBO!

>>40113250
>>40113257
>>40113271
Combo it is! Writing.

>>40113265
>LET THE DICE GODS TAKE THE WHEEL!
That's not what a FD is you dumbass......

>>40113289
Also, give me 2d100.

>>40113265
RNGESUS TAKE THE WHEEL

Rolled 58, 89 = 147 (2d100)

>>40113305

Rolled 8, 25 = 33 (2d100)

>>40113305
KILL IT WITH FIRE!

Rolled 6, 87 = 93 (2d100)

>>40113305

Rolled 78, 57 = 135 (2d100)

>>40113305
By the power of cute!

>>40113312
>>40113315
FUCKIN NICE ANONS!

>6, 25
Not bad.

dice+2d100

>>40113337
type that into options field

>>40113337
I am not a smart man

Rolled 85, 4 = 89 (2d100)

>>40113142
I kinda liked the thing you had going where the mc got flashbacks of info at appropriate times (or maybe just downtime).

If you wanna make it so she has full knowledge, that's cool, but maybe at least keep it so that she feels more that there's some sense of detachment? Like, she knows it's "her", but it doesn't feel like she's 100% the same person? If this makes any sense. I probably don't.

>>40113312

Kung-fu kobold.

>>40113389
That seems kind of like whats gong on, unless the characters mental maturity is being heavily influenced by physical maturity

Just got here.

Why not grab the kid and let the lady do what she wanted to do?

>>40113427
Shes got too tight a grip on the kid.

We COULD knock her out and save the kid but that'd be a bad idea.

>>40113427
Because shes a dragon who is currently protecting her child? it seems like the fastest way to die

Because it's currently being held by an angry maternal-instincts-full-blast dragon lady? Good luck getting it away from her.

>>40113315
>>40113312
>6 and 25

For lack of a better idea, you leap to Sylea's foot, the scales flaking off inside the semitransparent black muck. The cores all float to the surface, as if the creature is staring you down. Without a second thought, you plunge a hand into the muck and retrieve two cores in one grab of your oversized paw! Lucky snat- OH GOD THEY BURN! You shake your hand visiously, trying to dislodge them, but divided from the rest of the mass they've begun to exude fresh batches of the pungent black ooze, covering your little hand and matting your fur, small curls of smoke rising as it dissolves. You panic, howling and yipping, as you wheel about and slam your tiny fist into the granite wall. You feel one of the cores pop under your knuckles like a hard-boiled egg, the shell giving way and the network of vessels and god-knows-what inside leaving a nasty oily stain on the wall as the rosey shell tingles to the floor. The other core slips from your hand, the ooze much less sticky now, but the layer left behind on your skin still burns. The other core bobs, a pool of black gathering around it as it starts to quiver, trying to rise. Anger. It tried to hurt you! It tried to hurt Sylea! With a warrior's scream, you plant your feet, bend at the knees, and drive your smouldering fist into the other core before it has a chance to form, popping it effortlessly.

A hiss, and Djanna's cry, brings your attention back to the dragon mother and child. Sylea has managed to dislodge the slime around her leg, the cores you removed having seemed to weaken it, but with her leg in its current state she can't stand.

>>40113488
The two slimes from down the hall had reached you at last, each with two cores, and the monstrous masses were bearing down on the dragon lady. Without thinking, you leapt in front of her, glaring up at the beasts, and snarling with bared fangs. The creatures come up short, just as the one above had, their forms beginning to twitch and shift in an attempt at mimicry.

>Sic 'em!
>Help Sylea up and run!
>Write-In

>>40113505

>Help Sylea up and run!

>>40113505
>Sic 'em!
Remove slime kebab!

>>40113505
>>Help Sylea up and run!

Rolled 48, 5 = 53 (2d100)

>>40113505
>Sic 'em!
KILL EVERYTHING

Rolled 3 (1d100)

>>40113505
>>Help Sylea up and run!
>Sanity check

>>40113505
>>Help Sylea up and run!

>>40113505
>>Help Sylea up and run!

>Help Sylea up and run!
We got to help her and the child, but hit the slimes if they get to close

>>40113505
>>Sic 'em!

>>40113505
>>Sic 'em!

>>40113505
Helping winds by two votes. Writing.

>>40113505
You are a brave kobold, for a runt. Foolish or no, well, now's not the time to decide that. You back away from the slimes, and they inch closer, trying to mime each of your motions, their proportions dwarfing yours, and fluctuating slowly as they try to hold their form. You lay a hand on Sylea's shoulder, and hear the dragon lady hiss. You look down and see a slight bruise on her shoulder from where she'd fallen. You whine softly in concern, but she shakes her head, opening her mouth to think but thinking better of it. Djanna cowers in her sling, eyes staring straight at the slimes, little shivers running through her tiny orange body. You feel a flash of rage at the monsters for scaring your little cousin, but there will be time for that later. You hear a loud splat, and you snap your gaze back to the slimes. One has moved ahead of the other, and that one has grown to the point wher it touches the ceiling, a column of inky black with the cores swirling slowly at the midpoint. The surface quivers, and with another wet slap, a pseudopod jets out near the top of the column, impacting the ceiling and adhering. From that, another... then another. It starts to resemble a spider's web by the time you manage to have helped drag your auntie against the wall and helped her to her feet, the slimes advancing on you inch by inch the whole while.

You give Sylea an urgent tug of the arm, backing away from the slime creature, and the dragon limps along beside you. Once she's turned away, though, the pursuing slime trembles and lunges toward her. A quick shuffling step and you're between her and it.

>2d100

Rolled 32, 52 = 84 (2d100)

>>40113707
Houkoto no Kobold!

Rolled 29, 6 = 35 (2d100)

>>40113707

Rolled 11, 1 = 12 (2d100)

>>40113707

Rolled 43, 42 = 85 (2d100)

>>40113707
SMITE EVIL!

>>40113726
Nice.

>>40113726
Anon you done good.

>>40113726
Well then.

I take it lower is better then?

>>40113726
That'll do pig, that'll do.

>>40113726
shieeeet

>>40113726
The dice gods are pleased

>>40113726
ATATATATATATATATATATATATATATA!

Writing.

>>40113726
You. I like you.

>>40113734
>>40113737
>>40113740
>>40113742
>>40113743
So fucking glad i rolled that atm!
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MooDWBIGxnw#t=46

>>40113741
Yes a 1 is a crit.

Rolled 2, 9 = 11 (2d100)

>We are the shield that all attacks will shatter upon

>>40113726
>While running, we manage to cause a stalagtite to fall into the goo and spear all the cores

>>40113741
See >>40112516

Rolled 8, 38 = 46 (2d100)

>>40113707
>Dragon quest
The first thing you can remember is a the dying whimpers of a kobold.

>>40113775
This quest is roll under, m8. First thing she remembers is the midget kobold being surprisingly competent.

>>40113775
You mean the shining light that this supernaturally fluffy and comfy kobold was emitting as it outdid a fullgrown dragon and saved the day?

I know she's being hampered by her kid but I thought a dragon would be more powerful.

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Man the only thing that would be cooler right now is if after we defeated the slimes we found this and took it as our pet

>>40113799
>>40113805
Pretty sure we're in an area were if she breath weapon'd them then the room would go boom. Thin we're in a chamber with flammable gas. Dragon mom is nerfed pretty bad by terrain atm.

>>40113707
Your body once again moves on its own, and you bring your left arm up against the torrent of slime. It grabs ahold of you, and with a strength that a mobile mass of Jell-O had no right to possess, it yanks you back toward it. Sylea shrieks, reaching out to grab you, her fingers just barely sliding through the long fur at the end of your curly tail. You can't help but grin, eyes wide. This... this is good.

You suck in a breath as you're plunged into the mold, your eyes and skin... huh? That's odd, you should be burning all over... but you're not. You feel warm, yes, but not at all uncomfortable. Like you were home, beside the hearth, your head in your mother's lap as she fussed over your hair with a brush, your leg thumping against the floor of its own volition. Are you dying? Again? No, you can see Sylea screaming, struggling to undo the sling holding Djanna to her, the loops and straps eluding her in her haste. You can see the slime web in front of you, blocking the passage. Weird, everything seems bright as day, and moving in slow motion. The cores slowly sink down into your field of vision, a clear menace in the way they swirl and bob in front of you, laughing at their helpless meal.

Heh... 'helpless.'

-=BLESSINGS OF YRA RECEIVED=-

>>40113840
No, she wasn't using her breath weapon because it'd torch the babby. Also it can't be all that effective against slime monsters that live inside lava pits and geothermal vents.

>>40113863
Pretty sure magical flame doesn't work on the same principal lava does, just as how magical lightening isn't electricity (from what I can gather its literally a bolt of molten plasma)

>>40113844
You strike out, moving unimpeded through the tarry beast, snatching both of the cores in a single, confident motion. Continuing the motion, you shove your hand out through the back of the beast, the form immediately falling away from you and sublimating as the cores begin to release new ichor all their own. It drips from you like water, not searing or burning your hand... although, funny thing, it already seems to be kind of on fire. You might be scared by this, or marvel at the fact it doesn't hurt, or the fact it's kind of golden instead of orange, but now's not the time. You bound down the tunnel to the web, Sylea shrieking at you to come back, to run, but no. No, you can't do that. These things that are trying to hurt your family are still alive.

You crush one of the cores on your bare paw, taking aim with the other.

>Roll 1d100

>>40113844
Are you purposefully not saying what Yra is the god/demigod of or did you just forget? What kind of god blessed someone gets said more often than their actual name.

>>40113888
All lightning is plasma, magical or not.

Rolled 58 (1d100)

>>40113893

Rolled 71 (1d100)

>>40113893

Rolled 41 (1d100)

>>40113893
Yra bless us!

>>40113897
Purposely. You felt the name more than heard it, but you'll find out soon enough.

Eyszha and Eigan will NOT be pleased.

Rolled 70 (1d100)

>>40113897

The god of Plasma and Fury? because childishness

>>40113925
>Eyszha and Eigan will NOT be pleased.
Ah crap......

Rolled 4 (1d100)

>>40113893
Rolling for defense on the slime web.

>>40113932
You, uh... you ain't far off, anon.

>>40113940
I feel like you know something I don't

>>40113944
Well shit

>>40113944

My sides

>>40113944
Sweet roll

Wait, is that for us or it? Or is that good or bad?

>>40113963
We'll burn the naysayers.

>>40113944
Guess we ain't being a snowflake for much longer. Unless Yra likes white, I guess. It is the hottest flame and all that.

>4
Fucking slime. Get burny resistance, drown in goo.

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>>40113944
...................
>>40113950
That's our mom and dad.....We're going to get scolded again....

>>40113975
I'll give you a hint.
>Rolling for defense on the slime web.

>>40113844
>>40113893
So we evolved while we were still awake? Interesting.

>>40113975
It's for the enemy. Lrn2reda

>>40113976
We shall be a great sun, a shining beacon for our kinbolds

>>40114000
>We shall be a great sun, a shining beacon for our kinbolds
No thanks, Get outta here you damn lizard

>>40113991
Looks more like a blessing rather than an evolution. But I suggest holding speculation until we have a moment to stop and talk about it.

>Ira is Latin for Wrath
>Yra is pretty much the same thing but with slightly slav-ized spelling
>Blessed by what's probably this setting's god of wrath
Well this is gonna be a hoot.

>>40113844
>everything went better than expected
I was so afraid this would turn into third degree burns the quest

>>40113976
No, you're right, white is great. Screw red and orange magma, I want white-hot core-of-stars plasma.

>>40114033
>third degree burns the quest

my sides

That would be terrible for our fur.

>>40114033

Burn Ward: A kobold's story.

>>40113893
You whip the core with all the practice of an Olympic pitcher, aiming right for the heart of the web where the other cores orbit slowly. It hits with a loud slap, passing through into the center where it's immediately caught in the orbit of the other two. It didn't even penetrate halfway, even with the burning trail of light that followed it. You scowl, ears flattened back and tail held straight back. That's fine... that's all fine. You've still got this! Who cares if the thing is four times your size and blocking out the entire hallway!? You're big enough! You're bad enough! You're quickly yanked backward and wrapped up in somebody's arms, yipping and howling filling the hallway as cousins and uncles and aunts wielding all manner of improvised weapons flood in, barking and snarling at the mass of black.

It ripples violently in response, as if trying to move, but from the multiple anchor points on the ceiling and walls it seems to have lost all mobility. The surface breaks here and there, splitting and churning as faces - the faces of your kin - rise and fall in the surface of the mass, one after another after another, causing the mass of ichor to tremble. Bits of it begin to snap away from the prime mass, sizzling and evaporating into sulfurous fumes as they do. You struggle to break away from the one holding you. Your enemy! The threat to the warren!

You howl, and the clarity of it hurts your ears. Your kin whine and drop their weapons, holding their ears. The slime beast gives a violent tremor, snaps still, and separates from its anchor points, falling to the ground like a discarded sheet. You wrench yourself from your kin's grasp and charge, weaving and ducking through the legs of your 'rescuers,' reaching your enemy's outer edge. With a mighty leap, you land dead-center in the mass, glare down at the three cores that sit, still as death, in the center, and drive your heel into each one.

>>40114112
When your kin - and Sylea - recover from the shock of the howl, they find you standing in the midst of plumes of the horrid sulfurous leavings of the beast, your tail wagging, your ears perked, and your body wreathed in a halo like the heart of the sun.

Brief pause while I get a drink. Feel free to speculate or talk among yourselves.

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>>40114124
Falcon kick!

Welp, time to melt our country. We're either going to pave the way for crops and prosperity or make a new desert.

>>40114124

Kung-fu plasma kobold.

>>40114124
Hopefully this doesn't mean we were born with the ability to slowly cook to death if we aren't extraordinarily careful with our mana usage, unlike a certain other quest.

I don't think our new divine friend is a big fan of things like mercy.

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Shout:
I will be the spark that lights the fire!

>>40114124
.......well. Our we a star aligned bold like Lyra's sister? Or a sun aligned bold like RE:LQ Mc?

>>40114194
>I don't think our new divine friend is a big fan of things like mercy.
Good! GOOOOOD!
>>40114211
Nah mate we're more like Asura from Asura's wrath

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>>40114174

so this? even though its a fox

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>>40114220
Nah mate, More like pic related

>>40114192
This isn't all on you. If you fuck around or try to call on a deity's blessings pell-mell or frivolously, your ass is going to regret it.

>>40114194
Suffer not to live that which dwells in shadow. Er, not you though. Kobolds are all right. As long as you bathe. For Our sakes, BATHE!

>>40114219
Aaaand, spa episode confirmed. "I wanted to beat you at your prime!"

Anyway, back and writing.

>>40114239
Cool

>>40114220
No.

>>40114239
I prefer this significantly over what i had.

>>40114244
>This isn't all on you. If you fuck around or try to call on a deity's blessings pell-mell or frivolously, your ass is going to regret it.
Ok, so it sounds like you're saying that you're altering blessing mechanics. I'm guessing that they aren't always-on passive effects?

Finished with my errands and it hasn't ended yet. Yes! Dogbolds best bold.

>>40114290
Or maybe they are, but you're also kind of a cleric who can ask for further divine assistance.

>>40114112
Your mother is the first to approach you. None of the others even seem to be able to look at you, with how brightly you glow. You smile up at your mom, beaming with pride. Your tail wags. Her eyelid twitches. Your tail droops and your ears flatten.

====================================

Sylea lies curled up in front of the hearth, gritting her teeth through the pain as Baltas applies a salve and bandages to her leg. Djanna sits on her upper back, gripping her horns and babbling contentedly to herself. You rub your ear, and you swear the right is now an inch longer than the left. The strange glow died out midway back to the warren, and you felt a bit less confident, but no less proud even despite the scolding. Grigor was scarier than papa, and he yelled a lot louder. He probably would have struck you - REALLY struck you - if Sylea hadn't grabbed you out of his hand and snarled at him as she clutched you to her chest. You're becoming very, very familiar with this particular patch of wall. Almost like an old friend. There's a seam in the granite that kind of looks like a baseball if you squint just right!

"We have to move. No time to wait for Eigan, no time, ya?" Baltas mutters to himself as he spit liberally on an amber-colored leaf before crushing it into a sort of paste and rubbing it over Sylea's bandages. She hissed, causing Djanna to coo and bury her cheek in her mother's hair. Your mother said nothing, pacing by the fire as she was, deep into her third stein since everyone had come back to the warrens. You idly looked down, considering the handkerchiefs that were securing your legs to those of the chair.

"There are many-many, ya? Too many. They come up to the mines, and we did not hear. Did not smell. We cannot smell, I think. They smell of flowing stone, not of enemy, not of predators."

"I... but where can we possibly go?" Eyszha whispered, whimpering softly as her tail held close to her own leg. "The city... they do not treat us well, our kind."

>>40114408
"There is work, and safety. What else do we need, ya?" Baltas gently set Sylea's leg down, and the dragon gave it an experimental stretch, wincing.

"Eigan... Eigan will not-"

"Hang Eigan!" Baltas roared, sweeping his arm across the table and knocking it clean of the bowls and bags he'd been working out of. "Too often I hear his name, and of what he like and does not! Does he speak for us all!? Would he have us stay and die, you think? Care you nothing for your little ones!?"

Your mother's eyes flashed, and she snarled, bearing fangs. Baltas rose from the table, responding in kind with his own deeper growl. Both of their tails stood bolt-straight away from them. Djanna whimpered and curled deeper into her mother's hair. Sylea roared, causing all three of you to yelp in pain, hands going to your ears as the dragon's roar rang in the underground. "I will not lie here and hear you squabble like this! Damn it, are you both pups!?" They looked down at the dragon woman, Baltas's tail falling first. Eyszha looked as though she wanted to press the attack, but settled for shaking her head and refilling her stein.

"There are the woods. The old stories say we lived there once. We could again. Return to the old places."

>Old places?
>City?
>Say nothing. Angry adults are scary.

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>>40114479
>Old places?


Holy shit did I call it last night at the end of the thread? Roving Kobold tribe get?

>>40114479
>Old places?
>City?
Our tongue is at work again!

>>40114479
>Old places?
>City?
What is?

>>40114479
>>Old places?

I also vote that at this point much to our mother's exasperation we have somehow escaped the handkerchiefs

>>40114479
>Say nothing. Angry adults are scary.
Think we're in enough trouble at this point.

>You idly looked down, considering the handkerchiefs that were securing your legs to those of the chair.
Ha!

>>40114479

>Old places?
>City?

>Old places?
We want to see the woods!

>>40114507
Roll 'em. d100.

>>40114479
>>Old places?

Tail wagging intensifies.

>>40114479
>Old places?

Is it time to go inna woods?

Rolled 38 (1d100)

>>40114523

Rolled 52 (1d100)

>>40114523

Rolled 78 (1d100)

>>40114523
Yra bless us.

Rolled 48 (1d100)

>>40114523

Rolled 75 (1d100)

>>40114523

Rolled 39 (1d100)

>>40114523
I'd enjoy being even more tied up in ways that don't make sense.

>>40114479
Fetching the mail, back in a second.

Also, re-reading the last two threads to catch mistakes and improve my craft. I make a fuck-ton of dog puns without thinking about it. HALP ME.

>>40114568
>I make a fuck-ton of dog puns without thinking about it. HALP ME.

I don't see the issue with this

>>40114568
The puns are unstoppable

>>40114568
You're barking mad mate

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>>40114568

>>40114611
Hey, you heard the QM, put a leash on it.

>>40114479
You're kind of curious about the city, but old places sound OLD, ROY!

Writing.

>>40113142
I was fine with how you were doing it, with occasionally remembering related things. Like fighting stances, or being able to throw as well as we do.

>"You have a strong arm, and a keen eye! Are you sure you are a kobold, and not a dragon in disguise?"
"Nah I played baseball."
"What is Baseball?"
"I... don't remember?"

>>40114479
"Momma! Momma! What are the 'Old places?' Is it something new? I mean, of course it's old, but is it older than the city?" You bound to her side, tail wagging and wide eyes looking up at her. She inhales to answer, snaps her mouth shut, and grabs hold of your other ear! Ow! What did you do!?

"I told you, Eys. 'Short of burying her up to the neck...'" Sylea scoops Djanna off her back with her tail, the infant squealing with delight and clapping her scaley hands together as the older woman settles her before her. Sylea smiles at her brood, blowing a soft curl of smoke around her.

"Bah, the old places are foolishness, child, ya? Long time, some kobolds think we live in woods and made nicey-nice with animals. Keeping humans out, ya? Bah! Candle stories." He spits into the hearth, the globule sizzling on the flat stones. Your mother moves to return you to your seat, sees the shredded mess you made clawing the handkerchiefs off, and throws up her hands with a curse. "Agh! I wish your father would let me pray so I could curse the gods for giving me such a wild hare of a pup!"

Sylea chuckles good-naturedly, poking softly at Djanna's tummy. The baby's tail curls around her finger. "Oooh, strong! Just like her father." She rolls over to sit up, still favoring her foot. "City or forest, it makes no difference. Your kin should leave these mines. MUST leave the mines."

>Leave? When will we come back?
>We get to travel with you already!? But we're not big!
>All right, time to go! We're ready!

>>40114804
>>We get to travel with you already!? But we're not big!

Also since they brought up holes mention we're good at digging! We've made big holes before!

>>40114804

>Leave? When will we come back?

>>40114804
>We get to travel with you already!? But we're not big!

Rolled 100 (1d100)

>>40114804
>All right, time to go! We're ready!

Let's do this!

Why did captcha force me to choose sushi as cake?

>>40114804
>We get to travel with you already!? But we're not big!

>>40114841
well ow.

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>All right, time to go! We're ready!

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>>40114841

>>40114841

apparently our mother carries us the whole way.

>>40114804
>>We get to travel with you already!? But we're not big!

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>>40114841

>>40114804
>We get to travel with you already!? But we're not big!

>>40114841
Good thing this roll isnt for anything. Right...

Rolled 68 (1d100)

>>40114852
>>40114846
>>40114849
>>40114867


Thank god he didn't ask for rolls yet I'm so sorry

I blame captcha

>>40114841
I- I have to ask, w-why did you roll anyway?!

I'm kind of curious if/when we may meet Syleas partner, if nothing else, because she is the coolest aunt.

>>40114841
You set foot outside on the first leg of your marvelous adventure and are promptly eaten by something with a taste for kobold.

>>40114804
>Why can't we just kill all the slime things?
Make our new angry god happy.

>>40114878
Damn 4chanX persistent field thing, keep forgetting to erase

We should ask if anyone in the room has heard of the Glorious Yra

>>40114890
Which version are you using? The ccd0 fork I use doesn't have persistent fields any more. Well, that or I turned it off in the settings and forgot that there was a setting for it...

>>40114912
It doesn't autoupdate right? I'm using a sort of old version, never bothered to update.

>>40114887
Please no

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>>40114902

>>40114804
But we are little bold wins. Writing.

>>40114938
I'm a spergy sperg who likes to sperg over charsheets. Character sheet when?

>>40114929
You can choose to have it autoupdate or make it manual.

>Become priestess of Yra
>go door to door asking if they have a moment to talk about Yra's wrath
>If they don't, burn their house down and tear them to pieces

>tfw nobody wants to please Yra by calling for the genocide of the slime
>Caves are for kobolds. Remove slime.

>>40115034
So it is written in the book of rage

>>40115034
Adopt the children who's families have died in a "tragic accident" and raise them as proper worshippers of Yra

>>40115034
>>40115037

Completely agree, let's go destroy and kill more things please.

>>40114804
"Wha? Leave? Travel? But... but I'm still little! I mean, I'm not 'little' little. I'm not little as Djanna, but still! I mean, I can kinda fight too, but you said big! And for you to think something's big, it's got to be... well... BIIIIIG big!" Sylea looks up at you, one brow cocked, as if she's trying to decide whether or not to take offense to that before she settles for simply shaking her head, Djanna batting at the strands of hair that hang loose above her. You babble on for a few moments more before your mom gives you a sharp cuff to the shoulder and a light growl, and you fall silent.

"Child, you will not travel with me just yet. Not far, anyway. If these mines are to become a hive for monsters, it is dangerous for everyone, and we will have to leave for everyone's safety. Already, your warren-mates watch the entrances morning, mid, and night, ready for attack. The mines are silent, no ore coming from within the ground. Even if you manage to stay in your warrens and keep the beasts to the lower levels, surely you understand that you won't be able to live here?" You tilt your head in confusions, and Sylea sighs. It's not like you don't get it. No ore means no trade, no trade means no food, but surely there are other ways to get food? You don't have to trade. Something in the back of your mind tells you otherwise, that living isolated in a land like this is difficult at the best of times, and all but impossible in the worst. If the forest were smaller, sparser, and perhaps the land were not so... vividly populated... you may not even be able to live apart from civilization at all. Your mother idly strokes your hair, breaking you out of your reverie. She gives a worried whimper, and you blink up at her in confusion.

"We still have to make you stronger, but for that, I must return to my home below." Baltas barks a laugh at her, and she turns her gaze to him.

>>40115034
>>40115037
>>40115062
>>40115068
I really hope you lot are joking........

>>40115068
>>40115062
>>40115056
>>40115037
>>40115034
All these people wanting to stop being adorable and go and become a murder hobo.

K.

>>40115091

"How you mean to that, hmm? You walk, ya? Maybe you even fly? HAH! You are going nowhere, leg like that, and tiny shell-child on your hip. You tell Baltas what you need. He get."

>Ask Sylea what she means by make you stronger
>Ask uncle Baltas to go al [HELL NO! -Eyszha]
>Write-in

>>40115109
>Ask Sylea what she means by make you stronger

>>40115109
>>Ask Sylea what she means by make you stronger
>>Ask uncle Baltas to go al [HELL NO! -Eyszha]

>>40115095
>>40115104

I can safely say i was joking about forceful adoption

>>40115104
There is a line between murderhobo and woobie.

>>40115104
You seem to think these things are mutually exclusive. I for one would love to be adorably murderous

>>40115104
The two are not mutually exclusive.

What's more adorable than a 3-foot-tall munckin tilting their head and peeking out at you with clear blue eyes through matted, bloodstained fur?

>>40115109
>Ask Sylea what she means by make you stronger

I still really want to know more about Grand God Yra

>>40115109
>Ask Sylea what she means by make you stronger
>Ask uncle Baltas to go al [HELL NO! -Eyszha]

>>40115109
>>Ask Sylea what she means by make you stronger

>>40115104
>>40115095
Wanting to get rid of the slimes is becoming a not-adorable murderhobo?

k.

>>40115137
"They... they were with us a second ago man! Where the hell did they go? Where are they!?"

A tiny poof of white fur, matted in red, with gleaming yellow eyes, wagging tail, and perky ears lands before you. She rises up to her full four foot tall and smiles brightly, hatchet held coyly behind her back.

"I'll tell you where they're not! Saaaaaafe..."

>>40115109
>Ask Sylea what she means by make you stronger
>Make us big, yes?

>>40115155
>trying to talk religion with our not-Communist family
Sounds like of being good way to shot in ditch, comrade.

>>40115172
Yes please

And then we eat their hearts to gain their strength and honor our god, yes?

>>40115172
God i hope we aren't always fucking short......

>>40115172
and then they throw a stick and shout fetch... 100 on the resist roll

Guys, I'm all for discussion and debate, but could we please settle down a bit about the murderhobo thing? Joking or not, we're not going to become some crazy zea- okay, I would RATHER we not become some crazy zealot.

My opinion is that killing non-sentients that pose an active threat is not an act of murder, and as they drop no loot, it is also not hobory.

>>40115205
Well, the evos might add a few inches. Plus, we're like, eight right now. Relax.

>>40115205
I do. I'm tired of GOTTA GET HUGE being a thing with every QMC and their dog.

>>40115172
Mr. Popo please, this is not a time for eldritch horrors

>>40115172
Oh baby!

Rolled 2 (1d100)

>>40115221

And questioning Sylea wins it. Writing.

>>40115236
I never said huge, i just want us to be of normal height instead of an extreme, As in to tall or to short

>>40115109
>Ask Sylea what she means by make you stronger
>Ask uncle Baltas to go al [HELL NO! -Eyszha]

being eye level with everyone wont really be huge, we are a runt, so we are most likey going to be smaller as an adult already

>>40115205
I would like to remain cute and cuddly and innocent for as long as possible!

This way the murders won't be linked back to us

>>40115257
The only thing she's fetching is your skulls, travelers.

>>40115257
Huh, apparently we suck at fetch

>>40115285
Low is good
>>40115272
Oh great! We got the insane murder hobo anons now!

>>40115285
We low rolling man, we fucking rule at fetch

>>40115109
>>Ask Sylea what she means by make you stronger

Just got here, story looking good but does anybody have any links to the two previous threads?

>>40115345
Here's a list of all the threads
https://archive.moe/tg/search/tripcode/%21VktTIATTMw/type/op/

>>40115109
Your ears flick in curiosity, moving to kneel on the rug beside your dragon aunt. She smiles and offers you Djanna, who jerks back in surprise at suddenly seeing you before she curls in her mother's hands, turning her face away with a wide-eyed grin. You smile back, tail swishing as you take the child and hah hah, yes, Djanna, I missed you too, but the fur is kind of attached to my neck, yes. You whine just a bit as the dragon child climbs you like a tree, trying to perch atop your head with fistfulls of your ears and roar her claim to Mt. Bold.

"What did you mean about making me stronger?" you ask as Baltas rises to leave. Your mother follows him to the door, and you hear him mutter an apology to her before he steps out into the warrens. Sylea watches her child manhandle you, weaving atop your head with her legs on either side of your neck now.

"Not all treasures are gold and silver, pup. There are old secrets long lost to thought, but that still... hmm, I sound like the old hound... books, child, and scrolls. The way you hold yourself... I don't know where you learned it, but it reminded me of scrolls I recovered during my travels. They show a method of fighting that used to be wide-spread in the desert kingdoms of the south, where it was too hot to use armor and metal too scarce for weapons. I think with your power and grace, you might make a better use of them than I would."

>>40115345
http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/archive.html?tags=Kobold

>>40115405
Dude. Shit link.

>>40115345
Here

http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/archive.html?tags=RE:%20Monster

>>40115474
Anon, he said threads, not quests.

>>40115502
Yeah. Click my link.

His link Shows every KOBOLD marked quest on suptg.

Mine only shows this set. His RE is different from the others.

>>40115305

>>40115304
It was rolling to resist fetching the distraction stick

>>40115405
You blink in confusion, whining a bit at having to admit this. Somewhere deep inside you, you feel ashamed to say it. "I can't read, though..." Sylea chuckles and you huff, puffing out your cheeks and trying for all the world to look intimidating. Djanna pokes a cheek, causing you to blow a raspberry, and Sylea falls back nearly dying of laughter. Once she settles down, she explains that the scrolls aren't the kind you read, but that they have pictures that show you how to stand and how to move. She studied them a little during her travels - enough that she can at least show you how to read them. "As for growing stronger, I think you know already, hmm?" She reaches out, gripping your bicep between two fingers and giving it a firm squeeze. You yelp at the sharp pain, but hey, they do feel like they're a little denser, not quite the flabby, smooth baby-muscle you'd had for the first week of your life. It's a subtle change, but a clear one, and Sylea's encouragement makes you blush with pride. Your mother shakes her head, cleaning up the mess Baltas made of the medicine bowls. Baltas!

"Momma!" you turn quickly, dislodging the dragonling from her new perch on your shoulder. Sylea snaps upright with the reflexive speed of a mother, but you guide the child into your lap, cushioning her fall with your tail. Djanna seizes, eyes wide, at being all but enveloped in downy white, like this is officially the best day of her young life. "Can I go with uncle Bal-"

>>40115549

Later that night, you lie in bed sniffling. No supper, no good-night nuzzle, no nothing, and you're practically game-bound under your blankets! This SUCKS! Sylea snoozes nearby, arms and tail wrapped around a similarly snoozing Djanna. Your brother is absent, staying with Grigor and learning "a man's work." Somehow, that phrase doesn't sit well with you, but your mother wouldn't hear another word about it.

>You can break dese binds!
>Try and wake Sylea. You have questions, and momma's not around to be mean!
>Accept your mummy fate, and sleep

>>40115525
I think you're all ignoring the fact that >>40115390
has the superior link in terms of the fact that it already lists this current thread, thus being the most comprehensive, and also links to a site with better usability than suptg.

Native moe has hoverable reply links, backlinks, etc
There's also a 4chanX style extension to improve it further

>>40115561
>>You can break dese binds!

>>40115561
>You can break dese binds!
RAAARGH DOGBOLD SMASH!

>>40115561
>>You can break dese binds!

>>40115305
>>40115304
But... The roll was to not play fetch. And you kinda suck by default if you just don't do it.

>>40115561
>Accept your mummy fate, and sleep
Gotta be up nice and early tomorrow, otherwise we won't be all genki!

>>40115561
>You can break dese binds!
>>40115568
I can't upvote on moe, so suptg is superior.

I'm just a bit miffed that what's'his'face didn't even check the links before bad mouthing mine.

That's some straight up ignorant bitch shit.

>>40115561

>You can break dese binds!

>>40115561
>You can break dese binds!

NOTHING CAN HOLD ME BACK

>>40115561
>Accept your mummy fate, and sleep
Considering we havve hard trainings days before us, rest seems like a good idea.

>>40115596
>upvote
B-but why would you want to...?
The vote count only indicates how old the threads are to be honest..

>>40115561
>Break the bonds, go to sleep
I wonder if Yra will say something in our dreams

>>40115627
No it doesn't. There are plenty of shit quests that have 2-3 votes.

The Date is what indicates how old something is.

>>40115633
>Do this.
>Wake up to momma bold shrieking at us, asking us what we have to say for ourselves.
>"My nose was all itchy..."

Also, implying Nadia isn't the kind of dog to shred cushions and pillows if left to her own devices.

and now i have The dying of the light stuck in my head, because we glowed, it died and possibly a rage god did it

>>40115568

>BOLD SMASH!
>Careful bold through the grass
>Try and pick out a knot or two to give you room to work

>>40115561
This is what she calls burying us to out neck? Bah! Child's play.
Except we're a child...
Bah! Play.

>Break the bonds and curl up next to sylea. We have a hatchling to protect.

>>40115686
>BOLD BURN CONSUME WRATH

>>40115686
>Careful bold through the grass

>crouching bold, hidden (well sleeping) dragon

>>40115664
Hah. I still have this (https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=IKTtUpDfj4Q) stuck in my head.

>>40115568
>and also links to a site with better usability than suptg.
All images on moe get purged. Which is a problem if the QM ever has to post text in an image.
Also moe and the others only go back so many years. Since they entered into use they've lost a couple years worth of archives.

>>40115561
>You can break dese binds!
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JQTXawaAKNA

>>40115719
WE WILL NEVER SLEEP, CAUSE SLEEP IS FOR THE WEAK! NO WE WILL NEVER REST TILL WE'RE ALL FUCKIN' DEAD!

>>40115732
>All images on moe get purged. Which is a problem if the QM ever has to post text in an image.
They don't though. The data they inherited from the foolz archives has some images stripped though which is presumably what you're thinking of, creating a gap in the timeline.

Either way, all quests starting newly would do best to link to the moe archives since their images will be safe from purging.

It's also worth noting that the suptg guy is apparently planning to purge suptg of quests.

>>40115707
>>40115712
Okay. Well. Hulkbold and escape artist bold are tied, I guess? Shall I flip a coin, or does anyone else want to sound off?

>>40115686

>>40115686
>Try and pick out a knot or two to give you room to work

hulkbold

>>40115686
>BOLD SMASH!
>>40115779
Didn't know it was a vote

>>40115686
>>Try and pick out a knot or two to give you room to work

>>40115789
My bad. I'll clarify in the future. Sorry for the trouble.

>>40115779
I think smashing fits better with our personality. Or burning. Maybe both.

>>40115745
I can't help but bust out laughing at the last scream. It's too beautiful.

>>40115686

>Try and pick out a knot or two to give you room to work
We can be both cunning and Stronk when necessary

>>40115686
>BOLD SMASH!

>>40115686
>BOLD SMASH!
Maybe not smash, but we have claws, right?

>>40115686
>Try and pick out a knot or two to give you room to work

>>40115686
>>Try and pick out a knot or two to give you room to work

>>40115686
>>BOLD SMASH!

Snap and Pick are tied. FINAL DESTINATION!

>Try to burst the bonds
>Try to pick the knots out

>>40115686
>Careful bold through the grass

>>40115779
>Try and pick out a knot or two to give you room to work

>>40115875
>Try to pick the knots out

>>40115875
>Try to pick the knots out

>>40115875
>>Try to burst the bonds

>>40115875
>Try to burst the bonds

>>40115875
>Try to burst the bonds

>>40115875

>Try to pick the knots out

>>40115875
>Try to pick the knots out

>>40115875
>Try to pick the knots out

>>40115875
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