Djanna looks up from the bag of the Czarina's treasures she'd splayed out before her in a semicircle. She swallows deeply, eyes flicking from the gilt baubles to the egg. "You two go ahead. I'll just eat when you're done." She turns her eyes back to the pile of plunder, reaching out here and there to pick something up and admire it more closely.

You don't get what's so fascinating. They're pretty, sure, but your uncles pulled that stuff out of the mines sometime. It's nothing new or special. Still, the smell of something savory meets your nose and all thoughts of the loot are forgotten. You open your mouth to take a bite and Emma lays a hand on your arm, shaking her head.

"Get a hatchet."

Soon enough, the heavy black shell broken away, the three of you feast on the roast egg, filling your bellies and warming yourself against the tickling cold that's crept back into the breeze as the sun wends its way past noontime.

>Whatcha doin' with all that, Djanna?
>How old are you Kitty?
>Move on!
>Write-In

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Rolling: d100, best of three, roll under, degrees of success (roll compared to DC/opponent rolls and the amount by which you succeed/fail will matter). 1/100 are crit successes/fails, and override other rolls. A crit fail and success on the same roll means the remaining die result will be used.

Win/Lose by 10: Slight Success/Failure

10-20: Moderate Success/Failure

Greater than 20: Extreme Success/Failure

Voting/Writing: Ten minutes for voting, 20-40 minutes for writing as needed.

Final Destination: If a vote is tied/contended, I will call for FINAL DESTINATION, and present the most popular options. For those who don't know, you must vote precisely in the form of ">vote" without additional commentary. This extends 4chan's native post delay from one minute to five, and prevents samefagging or vote padding.

Exploration: While I have a general outline of what's going to happen, sometimes there are instances where things are left to chance. In those cases, I'll call for 1d10, and take the first given. Low rolls are beneficial encounters, with the higher you go being more dangerous. A result of 10 can actually be threatening to the character, and should be treated as such.

Combat: You will be called on to make both an offensive and defensive role, unless you choose FULL ASSAULT/DEFENSE.

>>40262015
>How old are you Kitty?
then
>Whatcha doin' with all that, Djanna?

>>40262015
>Whatcha doin' with all that, Djanna?
>How old are you Kitty?

>>40262015
>Whatcha doin' with all that, Djanna?
>How old are you Kitty?

>>40262015
>How old are you Kitty?
>Whatcha doin' with all that, Djanna?

>>40262015
>>Whatcha doin' with all that, Djanna?
>>How old are you Kitty?

Slow start today. Glad you guys are here, mind, just observing. Conversation seems to be the order of the day. Writing.

>>40262200
I have no idea how you haven't burned out yet but keep up the good work you inglorious bastard.

>>40262363
This is fun. I mean, really fun. I always wanted to be an author when I was younger, but I never had either the talent or the endurance for it. I think having an audience and willing collaborators is what I was missing.

Still a hack, though.

>>40262015
After you eat and Emma has doused the fire by knocking snow from the branches above, you sit about in the afterglow of a warm meal. You hadn't had one since you left home and there was something deeply comforting over warm food in your belly after two days on the road. Honestly, when Djanna had asked to return home, you'd sort of been excited, but this is good too, right? You yawn and pat your belly, tail swishing lazily. You settle down beside the dragon, who barely seems to notice your presence until you lean your head on her shoulder and she jerks in place, as if she hadn't noticed you. That hurt a bit, but your curiosity overrides it.

"Whatcha doin'?" You reach out to pick up a bauble. Djanna squeaks and looks like she wants to swat you, but she takes a few deep breaths and shakes her head. The hell?

"Sorry, I just... I was just lookin'..." She mumbles, looking down into her lap with a blush. Well, you think she's blushing anyway. With her skin tone it's hard to tell. You laugh softly and poke her cheek, reminded once again of the fact that she is, technically, the younger sister. You turn your attention to the thing in your hand, a small carved lizard of green stone, with a pretty yellow stone on its back. One of your uncles taught you the names. Umm... emerald, maybe? And... tourmaline? You whine, sure that if you tried to pronounce the latter, you'd bite your tongue.

You look it over carefully before you put it down. Djanna reaches out quickly and rights it, rearranging it on the empty bag before the both of you, her own tail thumping loudly against the ground. "There's just something about these things that's so beautiful. I can't put my claw on it, but they glow. Almost like you."

>>40262569
"Are they all blessed by Yra too?" You tilt your head in surprise, tail thrashing. Can things get blessed by the sun? That wouldn't make you feel quite so special. Not that you feel special at all! Nope, just a regular old Kobold pup. That can punch out a hatchet-wielding monstrosity and kill screaming zombies like it ain't no thing.

Djanna shakes her head, reaching out and picking up two different pieces and showing them to you. They're both really pretty. "Okay, so this one-" she holds up a ruby brooch, wrapped all over in gold and silver wire, "-glows really brightly, but this one-" in her other hand, the simple multifaceted crystal ball, "-barely even shimmers. I don't know why, but it's so... beautiful." She looks back down at the treasures in her hand, letting out the last word reverently.

"I think my dad talked a bit about that once. He said that every monster has a special power." Emma saunters over, taking a seat across the treasure from the both of you and looking closely at Djanna. "Maybe yours has something to do with treasure."

She shakes her head, but doesn't refute the possibility. Hey, that reminds you!

"Kitty, how old are you?" You ask, turning your attention to the cat. No, fox. Kitsooknee? ...kitty.

"I think... six months? Seven?" She puts a finger to her lips, thinking for a moment as her tails flick about.

"You can't remember again?" Djanna asks, looking up from her treasure. There's a tone in her voice you're not sure you like... like she doesn't like the kitty. Emma just raises her hands.

"I know how it sounds, but I really can't. I don't have a reason to lie to you." Djanna closes her hands tightly around the treasures she holds, and Emma lets out a short yip of a laugh. "Oh, come on! If I wanted to steal the treasure, I never would have brought it up for you to see in the first place."

>>40262587
The dragon seems to accept this answer and nods, replacing them upon her small hoard. In the nearby, and growing closer, you hear a short hooting grunt. Emma's ears and yours perk up. That sounded a bit closer than you would like, and it makes the fur on the back of your neck stand up.

"I think we should go..." you say, rising quickly. Emma nods, likewise. Djanna remains seated, still poring over the treasure.

"You guys go on ahead..." She mutters. "I'll wait here."

A few minutes later, the treasure is packed away securely in your pack, and Djanna tromps forward at the head of the line, her cheeks flushed crimson in embarrassment. You walk on for the better part of the afternoon, and just around nightfall you break through the woods into a clearing about half the size of the one surrounding the tower. Seven standing stones encircle a large, flat patch of ground, and each stone is marked with a faded symbol that you can't quite make out. You don't feel anything... not at all like you thought it would be, anyway. Well, you don't know what you thought would happen, actually, but this isn't it!

Emma steps ahead into the circle of stones, running her hands over the pillars of granite curiously, and Djanna just paces about, looking all around the woods as though expecting attack.

>We should rest here tonight.
>Let's press on for the city.
>Write-In

>>40262607
>We should rest here tonight.

>>40262607
>We should rest here tonight.

>>40262607
>We should rest here tonight.
Its almost nightfall. We shouldn't be moving around at night.

>>40262607
>We should rest here tonight.
What could go wrong, it's only a stone circle.

Dragonsis is going to go hoard crazy methinks

>>40262714
That's racist.

And accurate.

But also racist.

>>40262607
You make camp for the night, and rest. Writing.

>>40262766
Sorry to do this, but small break for supper. This one's going to take some time to write and not mess up anyway, so give me a bit?

>>40262861
Of course, it's a slow night anyway. You're really churning these out, I managed to miss two threads and not even realize it

>>40262714
Don't dragons in some settings draw power from the size of their hoard?

>>40263063
Probably, but there's a fine line between "Gold gives me strength!" and "My Precious!"

>>40262607
>>We should rest here tonight.

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yay, kobold time

>>40262607
You set camp inside the circle of stones, butted up against the largest pillar, a small campfire set before you. Soon enough, you're asleep, with Emma and Djanna curled up against you in the crooks of your arms.

You snap awake, rising slowly, alone. The sun and the moon both blaze in the sky overhead, the stars dancing madly in the sky. It's dark and light at the same time, and the air is hot and wild and still all at once. It makes your head hurt, and you're filled with a sense of abject horror. Wild jungle grows in the barren sand that surrounds the circle, the tops of the impossibly tall trees not even scraping the surface of the water you're all beneath. The wind howls in your ears and you feel a yipping, laughing madness rise in your throat, and-

You're alone in the circle, and nothing else besides it exists, yet it's bathed in a warm light from above. Far, far in the distance, you see the sun, and though it seems that it's far too dim to bring any heat, a gentle warmth suffuses your entire being. The air is still, and silent, save for a sort of scraping you recognize well: scale moving across scale. A pair of claws grip the edge of the circle, and a golden serpentine head framed by ruby whiskers rises over the edge, looking down at you with blazing eyes. It pulls back its lips, revealing razor-tipped teeth each easily twice your height. You whimper and pull back, the discordant images of the prior... you don't even know what you'd call it... leaving you timid and fearful.

>>40263269
"Hey, no. No, that's not... C'mon, is everyone who comes to visit me going to react like this?" The dragon's voice is like the rumble and roar of the inferno, the pure blazing rage of the sun as it beats down on the desert. The tone is gentle, like gentle sunbeams nourishing plants, and the comfort of a gentle summer day. The dragon lowers its massive head, the fire in its eyes fading to be replaced by black with slitted golden pupils. "I wasn't trying to scare you, I swear! C'mon, no, don't cower..."

>WHAT!?
>WHY!?
>HOW!?
>Introduce Yourself

To the anon rolling sanity: There. Your Cthulhu moment. Now stahp.

>>40263286
>....Djanna?

>>40263286
>>Introduce Yourself

Manners cost nothing

>>40263286
stop. stare at dragon.
stare at djanna.
stare at dragon.
why are you so big?

>>40263286
>Introduce Yourself
Dragon! We know Dragons!
>Wag Tail

>>40263269
>>Introduce Yourself

>>40263286
>Introduce Yourself

>>40263286
>>Introduce Yourself
>How are you so big
>Will I get big like you

>>40263286
>Introduce Yourself

>>40263332
>Dragon! We know Dragons!

>>40263286
Well, unless we suddenly get an influx of votes, I think "DRAGON DRAGON DRAGON WHY ARE YOU HUGE HI I'M NADIA" wins it. Writing.

Nadia has two modes, asleep and GOGOGO!!!

>>40263406
>>How are you so big
I wonder how big Sylea is in her full dragon form?

>>40263286
>Introduce Yourself
HELLO DRAGON I AM NADIA!

>>40263286
Oh. Oh god. Your hips tremble, but not in fear. Your tail is wagging. Hard. Your heart is beating equally as much. The dragon lays its head on the edge of the disc and it's so... BIG!

You rush over and clamber up its nose, using the whiskers as handholds, before you're standing on the end of it's snout, squealing with delight as you bounce on the balls of your feet, eyes sparkling and hands clasped in front of your face. "OHMIGODAREALDRAGON! I mean, I know dragons, but you're... a DRAGON dragon! You're HUGE! I mean, HUGE-HUGE! Can I get huge like you!? Can you teach me!? Oh, I'm Nadia! It's nice to meet you! Hey, do you know Sylea? Or my sister Djanna? Are you related!? ...can I ride you?"

The dragon blinks slowly at you before throwing back it's head and giving a deep, roaring laugh. You barely cling to it's upper whiskers as you're thrown about with the creature's movements, the beast continuing to guffaw as massive tears you're fairly certain you could drown in roll down it's... cheeks? Do dragons shaped like this have cheeks? It reaches up and gently takes you in a claw, setting you back on the disc where you continue to wag.

"HAH! Oh, god, mortal... thank you! I haven't laughed like that in eons! Sorry, 'Nadia!' Oh, oh, I have to tell the other divinities about this! They'll be dying to meet you..."

"Divinities?" You tilt your head, wagging unabated. The dragon finally gets control over itself and leans down to address you again.

"Hold on, hold on. I have to fix something first." He closes his eyes, and from somewhere far, far away, you hear a cracking, rumbling sound. "There we go. The pathway has been opened again!"

"Pathway?" You're feeling more lost by the moment.

"Mm-hm. To the spirit realm. That shrine has been abandoned so long that it had been cut off from the..." He looks down at you appraisingly. "Er, nevermind. I think maybe that bit should remain need-to-know." You whine, but don't press it.

>>40263702
"So what's your name?" You ask, barely able to keep the girlish squeal out of your voice. He laughs again, and lays a massive claw beside you, shifting down to lean on it so he may regard you from a closer vantage.

"Basic lesson when dealing with the immortals, child. Names have power, and none is going to give it to you just by asking. You may call me..." It taps a massive claw against its muzzle. "How about 'Tyrant?' That sounds impressive, right?"

"I wanna call you Goldy!"

This elicits another deep, roaring laugh from the beast as he shakes his head. "All right, for you? Goldy. But NOBODY ELSE CAN KNOW!" The sudden shift in tone, the snarl in his voice, and you're only too inclined to agree. Once your legs stop shaking, as a dragon this size even mildly irritated is a thing to fear, it resumes speaking.

"So, why are you here anyway? It's been a long, long time since the mortals paid us any mind." You briefly explain, and the dragon listens impassively. "Hmm... I don't exactly speak to He-Who-Burns directly, but I'll mention the situation. See if He won't throw a blessing or two your kin's way. I'm not promising anything, mind you, but I can at least do that." You smile brightly and your wagging begins anew. "So you're really just walking around to these shrines... because your daddy told you to."

You nod, something deep in your psyche telling you that's maybe a little insulting... like walking into a church and shouting "Yo, 'sup dawg" at the crucifix... whatever any of those words mean.

"Hmm... well, normally, I'd take a dim view of something so frivolous as a motivation for walking the lines, but it's been a long time since we've had a Voice. I mean, in deed and not just title." You whine at the comparison.

>I don't wanna be Voice!
>Be silent, and listen
>Write-In

>>40263712
>I don't wanna be Voice!
>I wanna be the fist! Or maybe claw?

>>40263712
Maybe give some token protestation, but go along in the end.

This god is the best god ever.

>>40263712
But I'm a kobold?

>>40263712
>>Be silent, and listen

>>40263748
Kek second

>>40263712
>>Be silent, and listen
>>Write-In
really big eyes. adorable eyes. not on purpose, just happening because of how awesome this is.

>>40263712
>>I don't wanna be Voice!
>Im just a regular Kobold.
>My mom is scary now

>>40263712
>>40263830
Second

>>40263712
I think protestations wins it, with write-ins. Writing.

>>40263756
This isn't Yra. It's just Goldy!

>>40263830

>>40263712

> Does that mean I have to be scary...?
Sad tail wag.
> Momma said she was the Voice.

>>40263943
This is extremely important

We need to mention this.

>>40263914

>>40263712
You whine and shake your head. "No!" The dragon blinks slowly as you stamp your foot, tail erect behind you. "I don't wanna be 'Voice'! My mama started calling herself that an' she got all scary! I don't like it! I don't wanna be mean to people... or... or be scary..."

Goldy inhales deeply, eyes widening almost imperceptibly. "Wow... you are just a kid, aren't ya. Jeez, Nadia, it's just a title. You can call yourself something else if you want, I guess..." He straightens up and pulls a scroll out of the aether around him, unfurling it and scanning through it while he mutters under his breath. "'High Lady'? Nobody would buy it. 'Highest of Highs'? Hah! 'Grand Poobah'? Sure, if you were a water buffalo..."

"What about the 'fist'? Or 'claw'? I'm good at those!" You walk to the edge of the disc and sit, your legs dangling out into non-existence. Goldy snaps the scroll shut and tosses it over his shoulder with a shrug.

"I guess? Oh, I know! Why not 'Seeker?'" You wrinkle your nose and shake your head. He frowns and crosses his arms over his chest. "It's got to be something at least marginally respectable. Otherwise people won't take you seriously, and that means They won't be taken seriously." He tilts his head this way and that, lost in thought, before he throws his hands up with a snort. Clouds billow out of his nose - not smoke, literal clouds. "Well, it doesn't have to be decided just yet. Not like you've been to all the shrines anyway."

You whine but nod. Makes as much sense as anything else, you guess. "Are you sure this is all okay? I'm... I'm just a Kobold... and a pup, too. Baltas said we're good for nothing but being adorable and 'getting trouble by the tail shitdamn'."

Goldy snorts with a grin and floats lower in the darkness, meeting you eye to gigantic eye. "I don't think you have anything to worry about. You'll grow into the role. I mean, you're already on a hero's path as it stands, and you've already rescued a couple damsels in distress."

>>40263943
>>40263968
this, so much this

>>40264146
"Huh?"

"Never mind. Anyway, kid, we're running out of time and I kind of get the feeling you have some questions. So let's get those out of the way, all right?"

>Ask about healing
>Ask about your claws
>Ask about the brands
>Ask about the warrens, and your mother
>Ask about magic
>Ask about the gods
>Write-In

>>40264169
All.

>>40264169
>>Ask about the gods
>Ask about healing
>Ask about your claws

>>40264184
Sorry, should have mentioned. You get three.

goldy is best god

>>40264169
healing and claws, indifferent about the third

>>40264169
>>Ask about healing
>>Ask about your claws
>>Ask about the warrens, and your mother

>>40264169
>Ask about healing
This above all, we gotta heal
>Ask about your claws
>Ask about the gods

>>40264169
>Ask about the brands
>Ask about magic
>Ask about the gods

>>40264169
>Ask about healing
>Ask about the gods
>Ask about your claws

>>40264169
>Ask about healing
>Ask about your claws
>Ask about the brands

>>40264169

> Ask about healing
> Ask about claws
> Ask about the warrens, and your mother

>>40264204
No, you cannot worship Goldy instead of Yra. He has no capacity to grant miracles and your religious services would be hanging out and talking shit about the other divinities. Loudly. In their presence.

"You know why [NAME REDACTED] is such a pain in the tail?" "Nuh-uh, G- er, Tyrant. Why?" "Because she's always 'Loop-dee-doo, look at me, I live on the moon and look down on mortals!'"

"...I can hear you. Why did we start letting mortals in here again..."

"Because it's hilarious to watch that vein poke out in your forehead."

"SHUT UP!"

>>40264169
>>Ask about healing
>>Ask about the brands
>>Ask about the gods

>>40264169
>Ask about the brands
>Ask about your claws
>Ask about magic

>>40264259
Are you sure we can't worship Goldy instead?

>>40264169
Healing is clearly in first place. In second is claws, and then the gods. Writing.

>>40264339
He's Yra's go-between, so while you can't worship him directly, you'll get to see him again. Maybe.

Flicking pinecones at the back of [NAME REDACTED]'s head.

>>40264169
You look at the dragon, whimpering softly as your tail trembles with indecision. You fret about running out of time, and there's so much you want to ask, and... and...

"Hey, hurry up! Sun's rising soon and you'll have to wake up."

This jolts you enough that everything seems to fall into place. You look down at the brands on your paws, letting your claws poke out. You look at the gleaming golden points for a long moment ("Mine'r bigger", Goldy mutters proudly) before you shake your head. "Down in the warrens, when papa was hurt an' sick, I did... somethin'. It made the burning in him go away, and he was better. His arm was still gone, but he was better. How did I do that?"

The dragon looks down at you from where he towers above, admiring his claws with a grin. "Huh? Oh, right, the healing." He puts his arm behind his back, cupping his other hand before his snout and coughing to clear his throat as he lowers to your level. "Well, that's kind of hard to explain in the time we have. Short-form, being able to do that is rare. Like, really rare. Like very, very few monsters are born with the ability. Hasn't been one for a few hundred years or more, I think. No, wait. Thousand. Time works differently here. I think. Anyway! The best thing I can tell you is to keep at it, and save it for an absolute necessity. The more Gods you find favor with - and don't worry, they all bluster about being the best god, but it's not true - th-" The sun overhead rumbles, growing brighter. Goldy looks toward it with a growl and glare. "You know it's true, quit playing!" The sun dims just a bit, but it's clear whatever it represents is still not happy. "Your power will get stronger. Still, keep it for emergencies or the humans are likely to hunt you down as... well, they're humans. They need an excuse?"

>>40264749
You whine. Are humans really all that bad? The ones that traded with you seemed nice enough. Maybe Goldy knew better? Or was from a different time? You shake your head, ears flapping with a sad wag at the thought of people hurting monsterkind just because.

"Anyway, I can do this for you. Hold still, Nadia, I'm about to blow your mind wide open!" He lays a massive palm gently on the top of your head, and you feel bathed in warm radiance.

NADIA HAS ACQUIRED THE FOLLOWING ABILITIES:

SMITE LEVEL ONE
HEAL LEVEL ONE
CURE LEVEL ONE

You gasp, but can't seem to catch your breath! You inhale deeper, to the point where your lungs burn and feel as though they want to burst, and once Goldy removes his claw, all the air rushes out of you like a popped balloon. You hyperventilate, and the dragon lightly taps you on the back with his claw, threatening to knock you off the ledge until your breathing returns to normal and he pulls his hand back.

"Sorry. Effects everyone differently. Now, you should be able to heal people without passing out, but it's still going to take a lot out of you."

"And... and what about the... the other thing? The glowy punch?" You don't know how you know what you know, but you know you know it. You know?

"He-Who-Burns really, really liked seeing you take the zombie's head off. It's a reward of sorts. That one you should be able to do more easily, but still. Don't abuse it."

You nod, but that reminds you of the next thing you wanted to ask. "What about my claws? Why do they glow? Why did they burn the Czarina?"

"...we're going to have to start giving out blessings with instructions one of these days.

>>40264762
Okay, well, with each god's favor, you also gain a divine blessing. Since you're all energetic and stuff, I think He-Who-Burns knew you would be a fighter, and gave you a weapon to help against the things he hates. Monsters - real ones - that live in the depths, evil things, things that shouldn't be... you know. Your claws will hurt them really, really badly. Against other people though? Topside monsters? Just normal claws. I mean, they're still sharp and stuff - not as sharp as mine, of course - but don't think that He's going to just let you tear into whatever you like with His power."

Your tail wags as you look at your claws, then up at the dragons. "Then... how many gods are there? Will I get a different colored claw for each one?"

Goldy laughs and opens his mouth to answer, but the darkness around you pulses, and you hear something akin to snoring. "Okay, we have less time than I thought. All right, short answer: Each god's blessing will be different, and it'll probably be up to you to figure out what they do since the rest of the Divinities are kind of a bunch of tools who buy into the whole 'We are above mortal kind' bull that the old prophets liked to preach. Your blessings will be different, and no, I have no idea what they might be because I'm kind of not allowed to talk to them. Conflict of interest, you know?"

You nod vigorously. You haven't got a single clue.

>>40264780
"Anyway, it's time for us to part ways. Nadia, you're a sweet kid. My advice? Just relax, and take this journey as a life experience. It's going to be dangerous, and it's going to really suck at times, but everyone grows up sometimes, and a lot of people in this world live and die in view of their front door. Your dad, your aunt, your uncle, they're all adventurers. It's not in your blood, really, but it's in your soul. Embrace it, be brave, and when things look down remember that He-Who-Burns is the destroyer of the darkness, and that I'll believe in you if you believe in Him. Who believes in me. Eh, it all gets metaphysical at this p-"

You snap awake, Emma crouched over you, her ears flicking lightly. "I don't know. She may be dead, deep as she's sleeping."

>GUYSGUYSGUYSTHEREWASADRAGONANDTHINGSANDSTUFFAND-
>Play it cool, Nadia. Play it cool.
>Write-In

>>40264804
>>Play it cool, Nadia. Play it cool.
Let the wagging and awoo build
>GUYSGUYSGUYSTHEREWASADRAGONANDTHINGSANDSTUFFAND-

>>40264804
>Play it cool, Nadia. Play it cool.
>fail
>GUYSGUYSGUYSTHEREWASADRAGONANDTHINGSANDSTUFFAND-

>>40264762
YES!
PALADINBOLD IS BEST BOLD!

>>40264804
>Play it cool, Nadia. Play it cool.
Our tail will betray us, though.

>>40264804
>Play it cool, Nadia. Play it cool.
but fail and

>GUYSGUYSGUYSTHEREWASADRAGONANDTHINGSANDSTUFFAND-

>>40264804
>>40264829
This

>>40264804
>GUYSGUYSGUYSTHEREWASADRAGONANDTHINGSANDSTUFFAND-

>>40264828
This.

We're even cuter now. How is this possible?

>>40264804
After convincing your companions you are, indeed, not dead, you pack up and hit the road. A quick look back as you depart reveals that one of the pillars had cracked in the night, a long line running along the length of it down the center and hey, that kind of looks like your paw. They tell you that you'd been whimpering and talking in your sleep, and been fairly restless.

"Are you all right?" Djanna lays a hand on your head, pressing her forehead to yours in concern. Emma says nothing, simply riding quietly on your back and looking about, serving as an early warning system for danger. You shake your sister off, trying to sound aloof and cool.

"I'm fine. Must have just been a strange dream."

Your tail could launch you into the sky.

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

By the time you reach the towering walls of Dvotysk by nightfall, they've heard the story four times over. Emma is dubious, but Djanna knows you better, and Kobolds near-inability to lie. She takes a clear interest, asking questions mainly about Gol- er, "Tyrant" - than about the gods or their blessings, but all the same!

As you approach the road, you see small, squat buildings along the outer wall. Here and there, a young monster child runs between them, laughing or squealing in pursuit of some childish game. You chuckle to yourself. "I was like that once."

"A week ago." Emma quips. You blush and flatten your ears back.

>>40265090
Though guards are posted, you're not disturbed as you pass into the city. Even so close to nightfall, the streets are busy, men and women milling about here and there, rushing home with cloth bags full of last-minute purchases, or leading petulant children home by tight grips on mitted hands. The people seem rough, coarse, as if carved from stone itself. The men all seem to wear beards past a certain height - or age, you don't know if the two are linked in humans the same as they are in monsters - and the women wear their hair long and loose. It's all kind of wonderful, in a strange sort of way. Like a gigantic open-air warren with free-standing caves! And it's all carved so prettily! A sudden, musical peal rings out from a large building pressed against the wall to the right of the southern gates, and you reach up to cover your ears as the volume of it causes you and Emma pain.

Djanna tugs at your arm, pressing close about you and looking all around with suspicion. A few people slow down to give you curious looks, and they put the dragon girl obviously ill at ease. She jerks her head to the left, and you tilt yours in confusion.

>Follow Djanna
>Explore!
>Write-In

>>40265073
I have no idea, but it kind of validates my promise that this quest would be cute. You know. Despite the murder-monsters.

>>40265109
>Explore!

>>40265109
>>Follow Djanna

>>40265109
>Follow Djanna

>>40265109
>>Explore!

>>40265109
>Follow Djanna

>>40265109
>Follow Djanna

>>40265109
>Follow Djanna
She wants to explore somewhere so we should follow and not get lost.

>>40265109
>Follow Djanna

>>40265109
You are a Bolder Collie, and you are herding your dragonsis where she wants to go. Writing.

Rolled 7 (1d10)

>>40265255
Oh. And a d10 for random encounter. I figure if I roll it, fewer posts overall, and no arguments if I quip about an outlier.

>>40265109
You nod and traipse along behind her, readjusting Emma on your back. As you do, you hear the tearing of a seam, and a few pieces of your plunder spill from the pack. You yip in surprise and set the girl down, crouching and stuffing them back into the pack. You hold it from both ends, whimpering and looking between Djanna and Emma, at a loss. Finally, Emma sighs and holds out her arms. "Give it here. I'll take care of it." You wag and hand over the bag, patting the kitty between the ears. She grumbles something you can't quite hear, but note the blush on her cheeks and the flicking of her tail tips. You set out, the tiny kit between the two of you, heading for the dock.

The city's splendor gives way slowly, from towering, stalwart stone to wood, and finally to what could barely be called shanties. They are mostly empty, with the winter coming, serving most likely as summer dwellings for visiting tradesmen and sailors along the coast. You think, anyway. You can't read the signs hanging from several of the doors, but you are suddenly aware of how empty the streets seem.

>Roll Detection, with a -10 bonus

Rolled 92 - 10 (1d100 - 10)

>>40265338

Rolled 62 (1d100)

>>40265338

Rolled 9 - 10 (1d100 - 10)

>>40265338

Rolled 84 - 10 (1d100 - 10)

>>40265338

>>40265351
You're lucky >>40265360 saved your tail. Writing.

>>40265351
aparantly we are very good at seeing.

>>40265381
Roll low. That roll is incredibly bad.

>>40265381
shit, forgot this was roll-under
>>40265360
...-1 works.

>>40265338
"Hey... hey, guys?" You whisper, looking down an alleyway. You'd heard the sound of soft footfalls on stone for a while now, and seen something out of the corner of your eye. "Why's that guy following us?" You point straight at the figure skulking in the shadows, and see the barest flash of white eyes before he just steps forward, clearing his throat.

"Ah, 'ow you say... hello, tiny monsters. My name, it is Bertrand, no? I am, 'ow you say, a trader. I could not happen but notice ze bits and bobs you dropped in the street, and I should sink zat per'aps you would like to part wiz zem, no? I can pay you coin for your treasures! I am sure zat you are new 'ere, and zat zere are sings you need." His eyes flick over Emma for a moment as though she were something filthy before coming back to yours. "You are zere... er... mozer, yez? Come, let us zpeak over here." He puts an arm around your shoulder, trying to lead you to the alley. You look over your shoulder to the other alley, two more individuals skulking in the dark. Djanna and Emma don't seem to have noticed, but they're both looking at Bertrand as though they smell something exceedingly foul.

>"Sure, let's go!"
>"Sorry, my friends don't seem to like you."
>"Why do you talk funny?"
>"Write-In"

>>40265475
>>"Sorry, my friends don't seem to like you."

>>40265475
>"Sorry, my friends don't seem to like you."

>>40265475
>"Sorry, my friends don't seem to like you."

>>40265475
>>Who are your friends over there?

>>40265475

> Ooh! Neat! You have friends too!
> Hi guys!
> Where is everybody anyway?
> Also, I'm Nadia.
> Why do you talk funny?

>>40265475
>"Sure, let's go!"
Why on earth would we be worried?! Everyone has always been so nice!

>>40265475
Changing vote from >>40265517 to >>40265522
because comedic amusement.

>>40265522
this

>>40265517
This. Perhaps follow up with a threat if he doesn't explain this as something other than a mugging.

>>40265522
This

What sort of pants is Bertrand wearing?

>>40265612
Brown wool trousers, soft shoes, with a short jacket and a half-cape lined with cheap fur and a cap.

Rolled 78 (1d100)

>>40265655
Anyway, calling it for >>40265522. Give me a d100 + 10 for surprise.

>>40265655
At least hes not wearing a tunic, you should NEVER trust someone wearing a tunic.

Rolled 44 + 10 (1d100 + 10)

>>40265669

Rolled 55 (1d100)

>>40265669
And for Bertrand.

Rolled 72 + 10 (1d100 + 10)

>>40265669

Rolled 5 (1d100)

>>40265669

Rolled 23 + 10 (1d100 + 10)

>>40265669
Ah, youth, what a wonderful thing.

>>40265655
Excellent, our claws will tear right through them, straight to his family jewels.

Rolled 34 + 10 (1d100 + 10)

>>40265669

>>40265690

Nobody expects the Kobold Inquisition!

>>40265694
Congratulations, you are not flat-footed! Writing, then you get to act.

>>40265684
54 = 2 DOS? Nice.

>>40265728
>>40265690

What about this?

>>40265728
What about >>40265690
this roll?

>>40265740
>>40265742
Didn't apply the penalty in the roll (not that it matters, I know) and the other one still beat the DC so it was irrelevant. This isn't a contested roll, so DOS don't matter.

>>40265475
You turn and wave vigorously to the men in the alley to your left. They look at one-another in confusion before looking back at you. You think you see a flash of metal, but dismiss it as you turn back to Bertrand. "Oh, you brought friends with you too? That's neat! Hey, I'm Nadia! It's nice to meet you! Do you live around here? Why's it so empty? Hey! Hey."

Bertrand looks extrememly flustered, sweating and tugging at the collar of his jacket as he regards you. "Er... yez?"

"Why do you talk funny?"

He glares at you with that, and quickly shoves you back, stepping away to roughly shove Emma to the ground, grabbing the bag with the other. "We are 'ad, gentlemen! Stall zem!"

He turns to run, Djanna quickly dropping to her knees and reaching out to help Emma up. The two men have stepped from the shadows of the alley, one armed with a rusty-looking dagger and the other with what looks like a table-leg. Their clothes are torn, and there's a gaunt cast to their faces. They look hungry. Desperate.

NADIA IS NOT CAUGHT UNAWARES

>Attack Bertrand! Recover the treasure!
>Help the girls! The men will be on them all but immediately!
>Write-In

>>40265786
>>Attack Bertrand! Recover the treasure!

>>40265786
>Help the girls! The men will be on them all but immediately!
yeah, like Djanna is going to let someone just run away with the shiny

>>40265786
>Attack Bertrand! Recover the treasure!
Thats Djannas!

>>40265786
>>Attack Bertrand! Recover the treasure!

>>40265786
>Help the girls! The men will be on them all but immediately!
Djanna's more than likely going after Bertrand asap

>>40265786
>>Help the girls! The men will be on them all but immediately!
Toss the dragon at him

>>40265786
>Help the girls! The men will be on them all but immediately!
>Tell Djanna to chase after Bertrand.

>>40265821
Yeah, my vote is for covering her as she goes after Bertrand

>>40265786
>Attack Bertrand! Recover the treasure!
The girls can take care of themselves, right?
Wrong. But too late.

>>40265786
If Djanna can just not fuck up this time

>attack Bertrand

>>40265786

> Catch Bertrand
> Bodily throw him at the other guys.

>Write-In
"Djanna! The gems!"
We help the girls, Djanna slows down Bertrand.

>>40265862
>>40265821
>like Djanna is going to let someone just run away with the shiny
Just in case let's give her an extra prodding
or this >>40265890

>>40265786

Seriously, I know you're saying this isn't a contested roll, but we beat him by 83 points. We should have had the reflexes to catch him before he even looked at that bag.

>>40265938
You're not a werewolf, and Celerity is not a Werewolf gift anyway.

>>40265971
We still beat him by fucking 83 points man, That's 8 DoS

>>40265998
An a roll where DOS don't matter. You want a cookie or something?

>>40265938
>>40265998
Look, getting good rolls isn't an excuse to throw reason out of the window and just have characters spontaneously develop skills although that did kinda happen on previous occasions.

Rolled 1 (1d2)

Help and Attack are tied, with >>40265862 going toward "Help."

Since FD votes cause problems, I'm just going to flip a coin.

1: Attack!
2: Help!

>>40266023
There's good rolls leading to exceptional results, and there's developing super-speed.

>>40266043
All right, attacking has it. Give me a roll for the attack, and just to curtail the inevitable hundred-post fucknado, take a -10 for your 83 DOS. This is a ONE TIME THING, but the next time I tell you DOS don't matter, I don't want to hear word one about it.

>>40266043
>There's good rolls leading to exceptional results, and there's developing super-speed.
Like Bertrand apparently just did? We would have seen him coming but apparently hes super fast!

Rolled 50 - 10 (1d100 - 10)

>>40266067

Rolled 43 - 10 (1d100 - 10)

>>40266067

>>40266043

You're acting like interposing yourself between a nervous man trying to tackle your friend and steal her possession is superhuman. It really, really isn't. I'll concede this, but yeah, not fond of the heat coming off of this one.

Rolled 22 + 10 (1d100 + 10)

>>40266067

>>40266043
Fuck him up, though she'd probably just tackle him and gnaw on his head for not being nice

>>40266078
Yes, because Nadia is adept at dealing with thieves, deception, misdirection and the like being raised in a society where dishonesty all but is a racial impossibility.

>>40266109
That doesn't mean he should just get an automatic success.

>>40266097
I didn't figure you were walking in a scattered group. He didn't even have to take a step, just drop his arm from Nadia's shoulder, shove Emma, and grab the bag. He didn't even get a step away, he turned like he was going to bolt. He didn't actually move away.

>>40266140

So, the plan for just throwing the fucker apparently within arms reach into the other fuckers is go? Honestly, I don't give a shit what else you've done if that happens.

>>40266134

See
>>40265688
And
>>40265669

Second check is Emma's reflexes, first is Bertrand's. I rolled for it. I'm not trying to rob you. Well, I suppose technically I am, but still.

>>40266134
Oh quit your bitching already. We're two weeks old, the notion of theft is completely alien to us. We might have been able to identify the guy as shady but we wouldn't have been prepared for him going for our stuff.

>>40266163
Oh, yeah, definitely. I'm always in favor of hitting some motherfuckers with another motherfucker.

PLAN OF ATTACK
>Grapple and throw
>Drop and Disable
>Go for the Throat

>>40266176
Check*
Meant link.

>>40266208
>Drop and Disable

>>40266176
That's what >>40265669 was for?

Bread folded over a piece of meat ceases to be bread any longer, it is now a sandwich.

>>40266208
>>Grapple and throw
STRONGBOLD THROW

>>40266219
Yep. I'll start calling actions along with the rolls, but I'm worried it might lead to metagaming.

>>40266208
>Grapple and throw

>>40266208

> Grapple and throw
In mind, I'll just shove him back.
> "It's not nice to shove people!"
Goes crashing into alley like a rag doll.
> "OHMYGODSORRY!"

>>40266176
Not really complaining because we get to throw a motherfucker at some other motherfuckers, but weren't allies going to get two dice, or did that not apply to this?

>>40266208
>Grapple and throw

>>40266208
>Gonna hit'cha wit yo own pimp!

>>40266250
I'd figured combat only, since unless you're a master you're going to fail sometimes at some tasks. I'm thinking a levels system for skills, where every time you hit max level you get a star or something by the skill, and each star is an extra die for non-combat skill checks.

Rolled 11 - 10 (1d100 - 10)

>>40266208
Let's chuck a motherfucker! Bertrand's reflexes (Mook level) and evasion versus your grab. Go!

Rolled 25 (1d100)

>>40266338
Well shit.. He wins.

Rolled 60 (1d100)

>>40266338
Top fuckin' kek

>>40266338
Hah... Unnatural 1.

Rolled 75 (1d100)

>>40266338
Fuck him and his ninja skills

Rolled 34, 72, 63, 75 - 20 = 224 (4d100 - 20)

>>40266364
Cowardice is truly the greatest superpower. Mooks attacks, and Djanna's resilience, since I'm going to start applying everything in plain sight. -20 applies to the latter two rolls, versus the first two.

>>40266364

Man. If only we just used that 5 here or he actually took penalties for grappling with a strength based evo wolf woman.

>>40266395
Really? Fucking mooks who are probably underfed and starving get a minus 20? The fuck Lotus!?

>>40266400
Can't grapple what you can't grab. Yes a slippery little Shit. As expected of a thief

>>40266429
Are you illiterate?

>>40266395
Please clarify, which of the four rolls belong to whom?

Sushi is not a sandwich.

>>40266444
First two are Mook's attacks, latter two are Djanna's defence against.

>>40266451
First two for the mooks, second two for Djanna. 1 vs. 1, 2 vs. 2. So first is a pass by one DOS, the second fails.

>>40265786
You reach out to grab him, but he's already gone, nothing but his fluttering cape visible as he charges away down the alleyway, cackling. "You 'ave been nicked by Bertrand ze Swift, ze greatest sief in ze city!" You snarl and move to chase, but you hear Djanna cry out as a loud "THUNK" draws your attention. You turn in time to see the men standing over her, one pulling his club back for another blow, the other stabbing down at her. She turns her shoulder toward the men, laying over Emma protectively, and the blade glances across her scales harmlessly. They don't seem to have noticed you, focused on dealing with the dragon. "Gonna make a waller out yer hide..." the one with the club chuckles. You're... you're pretty sure his eyes are looking in opposite directions. The other one is thin and weasel-like, grinning like a madman as he licks the rusty dagger, taking careful aim at the dragon girl.

>Chase Bertrand
>Shout at Djanna to fight back!
>Fight the men yourself, protect kitty and dragon
>Write-In

>>40266485
>>Shout at Djanna to fight back!
>>Fight the men yourself, protect kitty and dragon

>>40266470
> Fucking mooks... get a minus 20?
>First two are Mook's attacks, latter two are Djanna's defence against.
>-20 applies to the latter two rolls
Anon pls.

>>40266485
>Shout at Djanna to fight back!
>Fight the men yourself, protect kitty and dragon

>>40266485
>>Shout at Djanna to fight back!

>>40266485
>>Shout at Djanna to fight back!
>>Fight the men yourself, protect kitty and dragon

>>40266485
>Shout at Djanna to fight back!
>Fight the men yourself, protect kitty and dragon

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>>40266502

>>40266485

Well damn. This is kind of a shit show. Wish our allies weren't quite so useless and the mooks not quite so competent.

We take these guys out and make them take us to Bertrand. Then it's payback time on our terms

Rolled 4, 6, 89 = 99 (3d100)

>>40266563
Oh, but anon, I'm a shit QM. He's not going to be found wherever you go, and you're going to be out of treasure, and then everyone's going to yell at me and all will be right with the world.

Okay, I'm done. Rolling for Emma's spellcasting (+20 because prone), Emma's stealth (-10, because mooks are focused on the dragon), and Djanna's morale. In that order.

>>40266600
Huh. So it really is JUST Djanna that the dice hate.

Pick a mook and name your method of attack.

>Weasel
>Ox

>>40266600
>24, -4, 89
Good magic, god-tier stealth, Jesus fucking christ what is wrong with you dragon?

>>40266625
>>Ox
>Throw

>>40266625
>Weasel
>Crushing head between our two fists swung from from opposite directions
He's the one most able to run away

>>40266563

Bertrand is running away with a leaking treasure bag. An example of good QMing is that we follow a trail of gold to his fat ass.

>>40266600
jesus fucking christ djanna why are you so shit

>>40266625
>Weasel
Fucker's got a knife.
>Carefully apply claws to genitals.

>>40266600

>Weasel

>>40266625
>Weasel
>One claw going for the genitals other claw goes for his head

>>40266600
Djanna's luck is so bad it should be illegal.

Rolled 58 (1d100)

>>40266688
>>40266675
Anon is scaring me, and I would like to get off the CBT ride.

>>40266696
I know, right? Such a Mary Sue.

Looks like Weasel has it. Attack rolls vs. his defense roll.

Rolled 53 (1d100)

>>40266724

>>40266696

Just give her backwards dice, because Dragon. Honestly, I just don't want her becoming more and more of a waste of space.

Rolled 71 (1d100)

>>40266724

>>40266696
One of these days she gonna get pissed and go go Godzilla on someone/thing

Rolled 33 (1d100)

>>40266724

Rolled 61 (1d100)

>>40266724

Rolled 75 (1d100)

>>40266724

Not sure if attacking his dangling weak point is kosher...

>>40266731
Same it's getting kinda ridiculous....

>>40266731
Just to put it out there, and I'm not saying I endorse this in the least, but there's nothing in the world but the character's own sentiment forcing you to travel together. Djanna has the capacity to do... well, something good, maybe... but clearly she's laboring under some kind of curse. Hex. Thing.

>>40266745
Solid two DOS. Writing.

>>40266770
>but there's nothing in the world but the character's own sentiment forcing you to travel together. Djanna has the capacity to do...
It'd be OOC to ditch Djanna

>>40266770
That's why I like this dragon, she could be so much more but was called a Mary Sue so was cursed with terrible dice

>>40266770

No offence Lotus, but fuck that. I'd prefer you roll behind the scenes and blatantly lie about what she rolls than that.

>>40266770
Dice god hate is certainly a curse if I've ever seen one.

Rolled 60 - 10 (1d100 - 10)

>>40266801
Than ditching her, you mean?

>>40266787
Oh, I'm well aware. Just saying that if you really feel saddled, Nadia could eventually get fed up with it.

>>40266485
"Kekeke... I love it when they cry..." Weasel cackles, pulling back to strike again at Djanna. You snarl and lunge forward, raking your claws up along his back, through the rotten leather of his jacket and into his flesh. He howls in pain and tries to tug away, tearing his skin off of your claws and whirling, eyes wide and full of terror. Tears sting his eyes, from pain or fear you're not sure you care. You smell the coppery stink of gore, and something pounds in your chest, your temples throbbing. Your claws don't seem to glow, but at the very least you have his attention now. Wait, what's he... he dropped the dagger.

"Okay, hey, listen... working for that rat bastard ain't worth gettin' kilt over. Ya wan' me gone? Ah'm gone. Ahkay? C'mon, Ma- MATTY, NO!"

You hear a semi-feral shout, and the sound of a table leg snapping. You look back at the other man, and see froth on his lips. His pupils have grown small, and blood flows from his nose. "NU! NU HURT MAH BRUVAH!"

MATTHIAS HAS FRENZIED

>Try and talk him down
>Let Weasel try and talk him down
>Keep fighting. They hurt Djanna. No mercy!
>Grab Djanna and run (You're not sure where Emma is right now)

(Also, give me a Detection roll versus Emma's stealth with bonus because chameleon.)

>>40266817
The solution is clear: Go gambling, meet dice God, put in good word for Djanna, receive dice God's boon

Rolled 31 (1d100)

>>40266924
>Keep fighting. They hurt Djanna. No mercy!
Ball-maul! Ball-maul! Maul his balls! No man can function without his balls!

Rolled 41 (1d100)

>>40266924
>>Keep fighting. They hurt Djanna. No mercy!
suplex

>>40266924
>Let Weasel try and talk him down
>Protect Djanna

>>40266924
>>Let Weasel try and talk him down

>>40266924
Let Weasel talk him down, but they aren't going anywhere

>>40266924
>Let Weasel try and talk him down
>Protect Djanna

Rolled 4 (1d100)

>>40266924
>Let Weasel try and talk him down
We need them alive to tell us how to find bertrand and moreover I don't think Nadia is the type to press on the attack when her opponents have clearly lost the will to fight, even if that only happens to be one of the two this time around.

>>40266924
>>40266994
Second

>>40267012
You noticed Emma sneak over to you while you were attacking Weasel. She slid your dagger from the sheathe on your hip before slipping back to circle behind Ox.

Rolled 21, 100 + 30 = 151 (2d100 + 30)

>>40266924
Let Weasel talk to the berserker while getting Dragonsis out of the line of fire.

(Weasel's Social vs. Ox's Morale, with a hefty penalty because Frenzy.)

>>40267107
jesus fuck

>>40267107
Well... looks like Ox isn't coming down any time soon... fuck. Morale might not have been the right word there. Self-control?

Writing.

>>40267107
51 vs. 100 = 4 DOS? I like it.

>>40267125
But if it was vs, then wouldn't Weasel's Social being under Ox's Morale roll be a good thing?

>>40267125
wait what? I thought weasel was the first roll?

>>40267125
That doesn't make much sense, if its a vs roll then Weasel should have won automatically due to the crit fail.

>>40267138
>>40267148
You guys have a point. I'll give this some thought for next time and call this one a win since I didn't put it rightly.

Writing.

Think we'll need a part 2 to this thread?

A taco is not sushi.

>>40267235
H'oh, yeah, I don't work tonight. We're going all night, baby.

>>40266924
You take a couple steps forward and take hold of Djanna's arm. The dragon practically merges with you as she presses against your side, shivering and whimpering softly. The huge man - Matty - takes a step toward you with a guttural shout, reaching out before Weasel limps in front of him.

"Matty! Matty, listen to me bruv. We've copped it, a'ight? Bertie ran off with the loot, an' 'es probs gonna cut us out. There ain't no more reason ter fight, a'ight?" The giant man looks at his brother, uncomprehending, as he continues to drool, blood dripping from his nose. A bruise has begun to form from chin to forehead, deep and angry purple. Slowly the larger man starts to sniffle, bubbles blowing through the blood as he starts sobbing.

"Ah hurt mah head..."

"Ah know, Matty. Ah know..." Weasel winces as the big man grabs hold of him, flopping down on his rump in the street and crying as he holds his brother close. Blood drips down the back of Weasel's ruined coat, and you're aware of the drying gore on your own paws. You feel a little... you're not sure how. You could have killed him, really. Really, really easily. But the cowering dragon girl against your side makes your decision feel a little better, but still. You hear a thunderous snort as Ox blows his nose.

"C'mon, bruv. Let's get you to the doc. He'll look at that nasty bruise on your face... and mebbe keep me from bleedin' out."

>Hold it!
>Let 'em go
>Write-In

>>40267235
>A taco is not sushi.
I've started getting animals popping up in the ones where it asks you to differentiate food and drinks.
Chinese localisation perhaps?

>>40267261
>>Let 'em go

>>40267261
>>Write-In
"Hey, you two dont seem all bad, do you know where we can find the guy who ran off"

>>40267261
>Let'em go
We can sneak after them.

>>40267263
Have you started getting cups and aprons yet?

>>40267261
>Accompany them, We need to find out where Bertrand went afterall

>>40267261
>hold it!
>We need to find your friend and you're going to tell where he's going

>>40267261
>>Write-In
You knoow, it wouldn't take very much of that loot to buy them decent clothing and an actual legitimate doctor, I see a way for us to mutually benefit here.

>>40267301
>>40267328
This, ask them where Berty is whilst they walk off

>>40267340
I don't think we'll be helping the people who stole from us and attempted to murder our sister

>>40267261
>Hold it!

Heal them if they'll tell us where Bertie ran off to

>>40267261
Holding them for interrogation has it. Writing.

>>40267416
They were just Berts henchmen, they literally were at the bottom of the criminal food chain and were the first to take a fall in any circumstance, they also got completely shafted by there employer and we have reason to sympathize with them, ignoring all the meta reasons for doing so, which I can name a half a dozen of.

>>40267261
"Hold it!" you yell at them. They don't stop until Emma reappears several feet ahead of them, a dagger in one hand, and a writhing ball of flame in the other, her eyes narrowed. Okay, yeah, that's a bit impressive. Weasel sighs and turns slowly. He's grown really, really pale. "Listen, ah'm not gonna be able ter stand much longer. Kin we please jes' let bygones be by-"

"You tried to kill us. Eat rocks." Emma deadpans.

Weasel nods slowly, weaving on his feet a bit. "Tha's fair. Whatcher need?"

"Your friend-"

"'Employer,' luv. Men wots like us ain't gots friends."

"Whatever he is. Where'd he go? He took Djanna's shiny stuff." You growl softly, tail swishing in irritation.

"And yer be wantin' it back? Listen, luv, Bertie ain't the type ter hang onter loot long. Yer best bet's ter catch 'im with 'is fence, down on ther docks further on. An older greenskin name o' Garush. If'n yer hurry - an fer th' love o' th' gods, let us go - yer might be ables ta intercept him, like." He gave a brief, simple description of where to find Garush: An old warehouse converted into a sailor's bunkhouse that he operated. "'es got a bit er a temper on 'im, though, so best ter steer clear. Them greenskins kin get real mean-like, y'know. Monsters an'-" He looks to you, then Djanna, then across his shoulder to Emma. "Er, no offense, girls. Ye... ye lot are girls, wot?"

"Bruv, ya sound sleepy. Time fer nighty-night?" Ox drawls, looking down at weasel. You don't know why you didn't notice before, but he looks sort of misshapen. His proportions are a bit off in all the wrong places, his head's a bit irregular, and you can't quite put your nose on it, but something about him doesn't smell human.

"No, Matty, no. Think yer gonna have ter carry me to that doc, though. Kin we go, please? Again, we didn't mean no hard feelin's er nothin'. Were just business..."

You don't feel too good about that, but you think you've got what you needed anyway.

>Let them go
>Howl for help

>>40267652
>>Let them go

>>40267652
>Heal him

>>40267680
This, but only a little bit, we need to be strong and standing for the next bit.

>>40267652
>>40267680
>>40267697
Second, Feel kinda bad for them now....

>>40267652
>Let them go, beat feet to the docks

Tell Djanna they took her hoard, then watch the fireworks

>>40267680
>>40267697
seconding, at least stop the bleeding so the guy doesnt die.

>>40267680
>>40267697
Does this count as not being frivolous? Don't want to piss off Yra for just giving away free healing.
Maybe we should try converting them first?
Spa face masks are not food, or are they?

>>40267652
>>40267680
Second, And afterwards maybe tell them to try and get honest work?

>>40267652
Well, despite Goldy telling you to keep the healing and curing under wraps, you're doing this.

Roll a d100.

>>40267728
It's not precisely frivolous, no, but mundane healing could have probably done the job, and these guys did attack his agent, so they could most likely, as Emma put it, "eat rocks." Just a case of compassion overwhelming the tiny, good-hearted bold.

Rolled 33 (1d100)

>>40267832

Rolled 26 (1d100)

>>40267832

Rolled 18 (1d100)

>>40267832

Rolled 45 (1d100)

>>40267832
idiots

>>40267869
And the Heathen shall be blessed, free of his iniquities, and bask in the Light forevermore. Praise be.

Writing.

>>40267888
Well Messiah are oft known to heal Heathens and Believers alike to increase the flock. Not exactly deviating from the norm here.

>>40267832
You should know by now that anon is terrible at keeping secret things secret.

Hah. Wow. Anons can and always will be fucking stupid.

>>40267976
>Wah wah something that i don't like won!

>>40267652
You whimper for a moment, but not in indecision. These men are injured, and you can do something about it! You bound forward, Djanna reaching after you with a cry of "Wait!", and you grab hold of Weasels face in both paws. You stare into his eyes, and you feel the familiar warmth and glow fill your being as your paws begin to shine like the sun. Weasel's eyes widen and he tries to jerk away, Ox grunting and trying to separate the two of you, but he can't touch you. The light grows more intense in the darkness, and here and there you hear confused voices and the opening of windows.

Almost as soon as it began, it's over, and Weasel stands before you sturdily, You quickly circle him, tail wagging, and pull aside the ruin of his coat. His skin is whole and unblemished, though he still looks a bit pale, though probably from shock more so than anything else. Even Ox reaches up to his nose, poking at it experimentally, before he breaks out into a nearly-toothless grin.

"Bruv! Bruv! Da shiney puppy made mah nose bettah!"

"WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT!?" Emma runs over and grabs hold of your wrist with the hand holding the glowing ball of flame, the heatless red light dispersing as soon as it contacts your body. "Djanna, we need to go! Now!" The dragon girl nods and scrambles upright, coming to your side as the fox tries to drag you along the street. You hear booted footsteps along the street ahead of you, and behind, and Emma curses. Her tails flick about in frustration as she looks all about.

That's when you feel yourself picked up by the scruff of your neck and gathered into a pair of massive arms like an infant.

"C'mon, luvs. Follow ol' Toby an' he'll take yers to someplace safe-like." Djanna hisses softly, eyes narrowing, and Emma looks ready to claw his eyes out.

>Trust them
>No thanks. We're good.

>>40268006
>No thanks. We're good.

Yeah lets book it. I have a bad feeling we dun goofed.

>>40267991
No, considering that Goldy told you to keep the miraculous powers (according to what I've been told about RE:QM's world and RE: Lizard, anyway), clerical powers are rare beyond semi-magical SMITE and ward-type effects and the like. I could be wrong, anyway. Healing, curing disease, etc. is the domain of mundane medicine or humanity. I think.

>>40268006
>No thanks. We're good.

>>40268006
>Trust them

Rolled 74 (1d100)

>>40268006
>>Trust them
>

>>40268025
So... Humans will hate us because we're trespassing on 'their' holy abilities of healing via divine interference?

>>40268006
>No thanks. We're good.

>>40268006
>Trust them
We've already healed them, So in for a pound i guess

>>40268006
>No thanks. We're good.

>>40268061
Humans hate each other because of how close their ancestors were born to the equator IRL. Its not hard to believe.

>>40268072
>One bad choice has been made, might as well make another.

>>40268025
Wow, dear god I fucked that up. Considering Goldy told you to keep it under wraps, and such. Yeah.

>>40268061
That could be part of it, it could be that they'd be angry that monsters are getting the attention of the gods to the point where they're willing to intercede, could be that they're afraid of monsters getting even stronger than they are. Could be they don't really care, too, but given the fact what is essentially the Demigod of Fucking About told you to be worried, odds are repercussions would lean toward the negative. The character doesn't know anything for certain.

>>40268006
>>Trust them

>>40268006
>No thanks. We're good.
It's not that we don't trust them, but that we have a theif to catch and hiding out will only delay us

>>40268101
>Considering Goldy told you to keep it under wraps, and such. Yeah.
I know it was a dumb thing to do but I can't believe Nadia would really have done otherwise. She's just that sorta 'bold.

>>40268006
>Trust them

>>40268125
Oh, no, I'm not disagreeing. You're exactly right. She's soft-hearted and kind of... really dumb, but in an adorable way. I'm not arguing against your actions. Do what you want. Set Ox on fire and dance around 'im singin' 'Allelujah if you like.

>>40268006
>Trust them

>>40268125
>I know I mad a bad call but I'm going to continue to justify it!

She could have howled for help or left.. because they hurt her friends...

She might be a little slow but outright disregarding the advice of a deity she spoke to hours ago is pushing it.

And when told it was a dumb idea initially It was met with "Just because you don't like it doesn't mean it's dumb!"

Now you're voting to get deeper into a mess by going with them.

>>40268187
I'd rather you argue against us when we act OOC tbh

>gotta see a man about a foot up his ass, but thanks though!

>>40268006
>No thanks. We're good.

Rolled 19 (1d100)

>>40268024
>>40268028
>>40268069
>>40268073
>>40268106
Sod off

>>40268041
>>40268044
>>40268072
>>40268105
>>40268147
>>40268191
Trust

>>40268200
SPEAKING OF...

Trusting them has it. Writing. Rolling a general Evasion roll to dodge the people looking for the source of the light.

>>40268211
Eh, it's a slippery slope there...

Rolled 84 (1d100)

>>40268240
What is going on here? Seriously?

>>40268240
>Trusting them has it. Writing. Rolling a general Evasion roll to dodge the people looking for the source of the light.
Damn good thing we trusted them, They rolled damn good!

>>40268187
>really dumb, but in an adorable way
It's more that she's impulsive, she'll do something before thinking it through, not that she can't grasp the possible repercussions.

>>40268200
>I know I mad a bad call but I'm going to continue to justify it!
And I'd vote for it again if it was redone. Only reason I'm giving my justification is to help shitstains like you get over the MC doing something that isn't sensible, not because I need people reaffirming decisions.

Also, I'm voting not to go with them, but hey, anons all look the same.

As for why she's disregarding the advice - it simply wasn't present in the forefront of her mind at the time. She's excitable and not one to dwell on things like restrictions.

>>40268285
The issue is that there were perfectly sense able options, that were in character, and they were ignored to do something incredibly stupid.

Nadia may be slow. But don't walk her off a ledge because something shiny went off of it.

>>40268345
You've got her muddled with Djanna.

>>40268358
Fine.

Something tasty*

>>40268380
Since we're autosage, new thread. >>40268561