>>40844114
Welcome to Re:Harpy Quest!

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Dice System is 1d100, Best of 3 rolls, Roll over the DC.
There are sometimes multiple DCs to a single roll ranging from Critical Fail-Major Fail-Failure-Success-Major Success-Critical Success.

There will be 10-15 minutes for voting and updates will take place on average of 20-40 minutes after I call the vote.

After all sessions I will stick around for Q&A. Feel free to ask me silly questions, tell jokes, and hang out with your QM.

Rapid fire tonight guys. Lets GO!

>>40844114
>SAMANTH … SMITH, haha nailed the intro that time Sammy
Did you do that on purpose?

Rolled 54 (1d100)

>>40844114
>Try to get off the ground again (D)

>>40844114
>>Run back to your sisters
We can't steal big sis's thunder!

>>40844114
>Try to get off the ground again (D)

>>40844114
>Try to get off the ground again (D)
Critfail: dislocate our rotator cuff, never fly in our life.

>>40844114
>>Run back to your sisters
TWIN NEED TO DO IT ASWELL TO COUNT

>>40844252
WAIT YES AGREED

>>40844114
>>Try to get off the ground again (D)

>>40844114
>Run back to your sisters
No, we gotta do it with Twin for it to count!

>>40844114
>Try to get off the ground again (D)

Time for me to fly~!

>>40844114
>Try to get off the ground again (D)

Thread soundtrack
https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=HmQq6yLe2ww

>>40844114
>Run back to your sisters
Mood changed; Mission Accomplished! Harpy heading back from mission for refueling.

>>40844370
Get back in your damned thread and write or I swear to Dice, I will summon Hue.

>>40844114
Calling for Lift off!

Roll me 1d100 LINKED to this post HERE.

>>40844192
Maybe...

Rolled 35 (1d100)

>>40844480

Rolled 29 (1d100)

>>40844480
time to Crash and burn

Rolled 14 (1d100)

>>40844480
Hopefully we can get our sisters in on this soon as well.

Rolled 60 (1d100)

>>40844480

>>40844493
>>40844502
>>40844504
Looks like that little flight was a fluke, or you need motivation. Writing.

>>40844504
>>40844493
>>40844502
Hah!
HAHAHA!
Oh wow.

Rolled 19 (1d100)

>>40844582
Mom!
Dad!
Go back to fucking so we can fly!
Luck test.

>>40844582
Pretty much. Our mission was completed, so no need for it now.

>>40844467
Have you not figured it out yet? I am my own Hue!

>>40844582
It's obviously because our twin isn't here, Otherwise we would have aced it

>>40844620
You fucked up.

>>40844625
I fucked up

>>40844582
Yeah I can try again! *faceplant*

I want crocodile tears sigil!

So, when do harpies get the "birds and the bees" talk?
Cause I want a qt-beegirl.

Clearly we need to recharge our power by cuddling with our twin and big sis...

>>40844686
>There is no "bird and bees" talk.
>We just get old enough that Mom no longer gets embarrassed when she gets caught fucking Dad.
>'Show not tell,' as the old Harpy saying goes.

>>40844755
>We refuse to watch
>Mom thinks we'll never have kids.

>>40844755
Nah that's to primative, Since mom doesn't want to use the old ways afterall

>>40844686
Hmmm... never really thought about that. Figured they were like birds in that aspect and just kind of knew.

>>40844687
Clearly

>>40844755
Is it bad I want a smut bin of that...

>>40844883
>Is it bad I want a smut bin of that...
Why not at all.

>>40844883
>Is it bad I want a smut bin of that...
Give me till the end of the thread, if I haven't passed out by then you'll have it. But if I do then check your ask.fm the day after. If it doesn't appear by the day after tomorrow then abandon all hope for smut.

Birthday cakes are not wedding cakes and vice versa.

>>40844883
I hope it's non canon otherwise yes it is bad

>>40844114
You look at your wings and flap them a couple of times. Could you do it again? Were, were you just flying? You look at your parents, your mother looking at you with worry but also expectation, your father seems to be a bit startled from his position on the floor. Well, you could at least give it a try. You nod in confirmation to your parents.

You plant your talons on the ground, shoulder at the par, little butt wiggle to fan the tail feathers, and you begin flapping. Up and down your tiny wings go as you take a step forward, yes, you can do it. Flight. The freedom of the skies, no longer bound to the world below, able to go wherever you want, to be soaring above all.
You race around the nest room, the sky feels so close, like you just need to reach out and grab it. Up, Down, Up, Down. You do a short hop, trying to catch lift, but your talons find the ground again. Another hop, you almost have it!

Your parents watch on as you run in circles around the room, flapping your mostly down covered wings and bouncing up and down. This is going nowhere fast you just can’t seem to generate enough lift with the few flight feathers that you have. But it doesn’t deter you, after all you did it just a moment ago! You can do it!

Sadly your attempts are interrupted as your talons catch a wayward branch, you stumble head over heels as you flump over yourself in the nest. You roll through straw and twigs as you come skidding to a halt, your feathers sticking at odd angles. You sit there for a brief moment trying to comprehend what just happened. Your skin stings but you don’t seem to be hurt, you look over to your parents your mother has a wing to her mouth in a gasp as she approaches your prone form, your father seems to be rising up from the floor to come to help you.

>Cry
>Be a big girl, it doesn’t hurt that much
>Complain you were “this close”
>Write in

>>40844883
>>40844755
We know what must be done.

>>40845001
Yes!

>>40845017
All smut bins will be non-canon unless explicitly stated otherwise at a time far, far off in the future.

>>40845045
>Complain you were “this close”

>>40845017
>Being this much of a whiny bitch.

>>40845045
>Complain you were “this close”

>>40845045
>Complain you were “this close”

>>40845045
>Be a big girl, it doesn’t hurt that much

no more fighting, k.

>>40845045
>Be a big girl, it doesn’t hurt that much

>>40845045
>>Complain you were “this close”

>>40845045
>Be a big girl, it doesn’t hurt that much
>Complain you were “this close”

Make sure to bring up a wing as if we're trying to hold our fingers really close together, look at it confused for a second, then awkwardly contort our wings to get them really close together

>>40845045
>Be a big girl, it doesn’t hurt that much
>Head back to sisters.

>>40845114
"Mommy? Daddy? Why are you wrestling?"
And then go full Hulk Hogan on their asses.

>>40845135

Seconded

>>40845045
>Complain you were “this close”

>>40845045
>Be a big girl, it doesn’t hurt that much

>>40845045
>Cry
>Complain you were “this close”

>>40845045
Calling for being a big girl and "This" wave wings "Close". Writing.

Wait, did our Harpy-Mom give us a name?

>>40845440
Personally i vote for Sophia

>>40845440
We are harpy 1 and our sister is harpy 2.

>>40845493
She's going to name us. Not you.

>>40845440
Not yet. We will get our name after our first proper sustained flight, not the demi-flight we achieved in our quest to stop Mom and Dad from arguing over Big Sis's flight attempt.

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Ay, snagged some new harpy art.

>>40845045
It stings, you look down at yourself, you are covered in minor scrapes from the floor, there is a tiny bit of blood but not much, mostly it is just your hair and feathers that are a mess. You’ve had worse, at least in your past life you did, like that time you tripped on the stairs and sprained your wrist, or the time you tried skiing and hit a tree. This is nothing. And that’s why you aren’t going to cry, nope, not you. And the little beady tears hanging on the corner of your eyes are cause of dust.

You turn to face your mother as she wraps you in her wings stroking your hair gently, “Shoosh, its ok, Mama’s here.” She says as she holds you close to her. Her feathers only seem to make the stinging sensation worse, but the feeling of being held is soothing, and the pain seems to subside ever so slightly.
Your father stands nearby, his hand on your Mom’s shoulder as he waits for his turn to comfort you, you can see worry in his eyes.

“Ah, am ok, Mama.” You chirp as your mother continues to hold you.
“But did ya see me, I wus dis close to flyinh.” You say moving backwards slightly and holding up your wing, seeming to forget that you no longer have fingers. You look at your wing for a moment and then shanking your head, you raise both wings and place them very close to one another.
“Dis close” you repeat as you look up to her with a childish smile.

Your father lets out chuckle. “Ach, she’s a tough little one she is, jus’ like ‘er mum. Was all worried over nuthin.”
Your mother looks down at you worry and doubt on her face, but she forces a smile. “Yes you were sweetie. So very, very close. But promise me you won’t try again today. You’ll be ready soon, just like your big sister.”

>Promise mom you won’t try for the rest of today
>Go see Sisters, they can try too
>Don’t promise mom
>Promise Mom, but cross your talons behind your back.
>Try again! (D)
>Write In

>>40845931
>Promise mom you won’t try for the rest of today
>Go see Sisters, they can try too

>>40845931
>Ach
what... what sound am i supposed to be hearing

>>40845931
>Promise Mom, but cross your talons behind your back.
>Go see Sisters, they can try too

>>40845931
>>Promise mom you won’t try for the rest of today
>>Go see Sisters, they can try too

>>40845931
>>Promise mom you won’t try for the rest of today
>>Go see Sisters, they can try too
Time for twins attempt.

>>40845931
>Promise Mom, but cross your talons behind your back.
>Go see Sisters, they can try too

>>40845931
>Promise mom you won’t try for the rest of today
>Go see Sisters, they can try too

>>40845981
think ak with more of an exhale instead of a hard K at the end.

>>40845931
>>40845931
>>Promise mom you won’t try for the rest of today
>>Go see Sisters, they can try too
>Do not give them a moment to get all worked up on each other again!

>>40845931
>Promise mom you won’t try for the rest of today
>Go see Sisters, they can try too

>>40845931
>Promise mom you won’t try for the rest of today

>>40845931
>>Go see Sisters, they can try too
Promise nothing! Go try with twin! Now! Ask big sis for tips!

>>40845981
Could be a local dialect tic?

>>40845981
I was reading it as a Scottish accent.

That's probably wrong though.

Rolled 1 (1d100)

Let me scry the dice and see what they can tell us about our attempt to fly today.

>>40846129
Outcome not so good.

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>>40846129
The dice god's fucking zapped you mate!

>>40846129
Apparently DON'T!

>>40846129
So.. our twin and older sister get names.. and it takes us another year to learn to fly. Maybe we're an Emu or a Cassowary harpy.

>>40845931
Calling for Promising not to try for the rest of the day. But that just mean we need to convince our sisters to fly. Writing.

SmutAnon here, got some shit to do, unlikely that I'll finish the smut before thread's end as I need to get some sleep before the sun rises.
If by god's grace the thread is still here when I wake then I'll finish the smut and post it here,
if its isn't then I'll send it to Sigil via ask.fm and he'll decide whether it's good enough to share.

The smut is a piece of shit in terms of writing and concerns mommy-harpy showing child-harpy the bare-bones of how to properly fuck your human. Don't expect much from it.

PS. There is a gun there, captcha, why are you showing me a gun?

>>40846554
It showed me a 'Nid mini once.

>>40845931
“I pwomise mom,” you say aloud, with a smile on your face as your mother strokes your feathers back into their rightful place.

“Thank you my sweetie.” Your mom says looking like a great weight has been lifted off of her shoulders
“Now-“

“Buh, that means sistahs need to try too.” You chirp up in reply breaking free from your mom’s soft embrace.

“W-what, sweetie, no they-“ your mother stammers quickly as she extends her white feathers out to try to grasp you again but you are already out of the room sprinting back towards the kitchen where you left your sisters. As you go you swear you can hear the sound of laughter from your father.

You make it back to the kitchen and find your twin still there splayed out on the floor, older sis is nowhere to be found, she must be in another part of the nest. The food pile is missing all that is left of it is some grease and blood stained on the leaf you were using as a plate.
You walk over to your twin and she lets out a weak groan. Obviously she ate to much as you can tell from a pained expression on her face as she groans again, reaching out towards you with her wings.

>Help your twin up.
>Convince her to try flying. (How?)
>Go looking for Big Sis
>Write in

>>40846627
>>Help your twin up.
>>Convince her to try flying. (How?)
You can learn to fly in the nest you don't need to jump, i just did it inside your turn your turn your turn.

>>40846129
HHHAHAHA

>>40846627
>Kick twin weakly
>Oy, leave some for everyone
>Go looking for Big Sis

>>40846627
>Go looking for Big Sis
Flying at our age is tricky enough; our twin will need to digest that meal a bit before she tries it. So time to sister #2!

>>40846627
>>Help your twin up.
>Go looking for Big Sis

You intimately know the pain of trying to exercise after gorging yourself. no reason to put her through that suffering.

>>40846627
>Help your twin up.
>Go looking for Big Sis

No time for laziness sis.

>>40846627
>Help your twin up.
>Go looking for Big Sis

>>40846627
>Help your twin up.
>Go looking for Big Sis

>>40846627
>Help your twin up.

>>40846627
>Write in
Flop on her.

>>40846627
Calling for Helping Twin Sis up and Searching for Big Sis.Writing.

Sorry if the updates are small tonight guys. Little bit out of it.

>>40846627
You reach your wing out in response and your soft little appendages interlock, your twin holds on as you lean back and pull with all your might. Your twin is a little heavier than you expected, but that is probably from all the food she ate. She wobbles to her talons and after a little bit finds her footing. She looks at you with a weak smile.

“Tanks sistah.” She says, shaking the straw out of her feathers, some standing on end still and a twig still sticking out of her hair.

“Where did big sistah go?” you ask her brushing that pesky twig out of her hair with your left wing.

“Entwance, sumnthin bout fwyhin.” Your twin replies a smile on her face as you stroke her feathers back into place, one particularly stubborn one on her left wing needing multiple strokes to be put down.

“Okay, we go sis, to big sis.” You retort pointing your wing out of the room and towards the ‘front’ of the nest, back to where Dad entered yesterday.

“But Sistah, I’m full and tiawed.” Your sister complains as she press her face into the down of your wing letting out a soft giggle as she does so.

“No butts, unless it’s Mom’s” you reply matter of factly, laughing in your mind about a joke only you will get.
Your twin sibling looks at you with confusion on her face tilting her head as she trys to understand what you just said.

“Enough chattah, come on.” You say strutting back out into the nest you twin close behind you. You look back towards where Mom and Dad were and see them coming towards the kitchen. You better hurry Sammy if you want to see anyone fly today.

1/2

>>40847291
You make a dash to the entrance, your twin close behind hobbling to keep up, Mom and Dad aren’t far behind either.

As you make it there you see your older sister, the brown haired and feathered harpy, standing at the edge of the nest. She looks out at the forest around her transfixed on the trees and sky that surround your family’s home. She flaps her wings once or twice letting the wind rustle her feathers, she seems deep in thought about something.
>Stand here, let big sis have her moment
>Sneak up on big Sis (D)
>Yell out to get her attention, Mom and Dad are on the trail
>Write in

>>40847311
>Sneak up on big Sis (D)

>>40847311
>Stand here, let big sis have her moment

>>40847311
>Stand here, let big sis have her moment

>>40847311
>>Stand here, let big sis have her moment

>>40847311
>Write in
Sneak up and yell if she's going to fly right next to her.

>>40847311
>>Stand here, let big sis have her moment
Prepare to sing her off when she flies. Pick through that mental library... maybe aerosmith...

>>40847398
>not highway to the dangerzone

>>40847407
Was going more for the 'touching moment' vibe than the 'action packed' vibe.
https://youtu.be/2xzDj-XOX2U

>>40847452
It must be this.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ueRm3WgSNRA

>>40847398
Just saying... >>40844427

>>40847311
Calling for letting Sis have her moment and Writing.

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How would you describe we and our twin look?

Maybe someone could draw them both.

>>40847700
My best descriptions I give are during previous threads. Of course If I really wanted to I could give a more in depth description but until they are aged Day 5 their appearance won't be very consistent.

>>40847880
I suppose. You'll have to give a real in depth description of us both after we've stopped growing.

>>40847311
You stop a decent distance from your older sister and watch her as she glances out across the tree tops. A light breeze flowing through her wavy brown hair, her brown feathers rustling slightly. She leans out forward over the nest edge and looks straight down. Her taloned feet shift back and forth along the lip as she flaps her wings once more.

You stay there watching her from a distance as your twin comes walking up, you stick out your wing to stop her from progressing any further. You don’t want anyone to ruin big sis’s moment. Your twin looks at you and then back at big sis, the two of you watching silently as your older sibling does a short hop on the edge moving her wings up, but still not leaving the nest, her wings keeping her aloft for a brief moment before coming to rest back on the twigs.

You hear the sound of more movement approaching from the nest as your mother and father come up behind you, a firm hand resting on your shoulder. It seems they have finally caught up to you, but you don’t mind. You are too fascinated with your big sis to care. All four of you wait there watching as your older sister spreads her wings and flails, unsure of her first flight. You look up and see your mother biting her lip, holding back words of encouragement, your father looks fascinated stroking his bear with his other hand rested on your shoulder, your twin stands next to you clutched in Mom’s wings.

Your older sister stops, she looks up, spreads her wings wide, the sunlight casting a bright sheen on her lovely brown feathers, her tail fan spreads, and she leans forward and falls out of the nest. You think you see mom flinch for a brief moment out of the corner of your eye. And then you hear it, the telltale flapping of wings on the wind. You see your older sister rise up from beyond the edge of the nest. Flying.

1/2

>>40848452
The wind rustles through her wings as she flies out over the tops of nearby trees, circling around the nest, the *fwump fwump* as they pump up and down propelling her through the air. Your family watches on as she makes her flight and as she makes a pass you look up to see a warm smile on your parents’ faces. You are kind of glad you didn’t tell them that they missed big sis’s actual first flight.

After a short while, you see your sister circle back around to the entrance to the nest, she flaps awkwardly as she attempt to make a stable landing but she winds up stumbling forward as her talons land back on solid floor. Mom rushes forward and catches your sister in her embrace.

“You did it. My oldest, you did it. I’m so proud. My darling daughter Ciel” she says holding your sister in her wings and looking up to the heavens above.

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I'm really not feeling the vibe right now and I have work in the morning. I'm sorry guys. Calling it here for tonight. I'll announce on Twitter when the next one is up. Q&A if you want.

>>40848490
Don't force yourself. Thanks for running. Have a good night.

>>40848490
Rest well, work hard, feel better.

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>>40848529
>>40848528
Yeah, I'll try. Thanks for coming.

>>40848452
>stroking his bear
HOW THE FUCK DID HE GET A BEAR UP HERE?!

Have a good night, BS

>>40848755
can our dad have a pet bear that would be fucking awesome

>>40848755
I think we were all trying to avoid talking about the eleph- er, bear in the nest. No need to risk startling it, after all.

>>40848755
It was supposed to be beard... Oh god why...
>>40848802
That would be cool but... Well...

>>40848833
could make it like a mini bear that fits in his pocket
though seriously dont just make it cannon because of a typo

>>40848452
>Your older sister stops, she looks up, spreads her wings wide, the sunlight casting a bright sheen on her lovely brown feathers, her tail fan spreads, and she leans forward and falls out of the nest.
that beautiful imagery

>>40848755
Clearly Lyra visited.

Thanks for running sigil it's always appreciated

>>40848833
At least he didn't crack open a bear in front of the kids.

I'm expecting those lewd words, anonymous.

>>40847700
Still find the brown harpy absolutely adorable.

How anon?

>>40852073
It helps that harpies are inherently adorable.

Also the striking red eyes and the contrast between her pure white and blackish feathers.

>>40852090
Well we are this adorable.

>>40852109
Yes. We are.

Human girls gonna be SO jealous of our sexy plumage.

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my wings are so pretty