>>3000799
Minotaur
Subterranean

>>3000799
Lizardfolk Islands

Crystallid
Barren Moon

>>3000799
Lizardfolk Islands
Lizard Pussy

>>3000974
>>3000885
Cowards.
Barren Moon all the way

>>3000885
Support

All right OP here looks like Lizardmen in the islands are locked in. I'm going to start the wrte up and will be posting again Soo

Choose your Starting Perk

>Combat Genes
Warfare is as commonplace for your tribe as breathing causing you to favor offspring with enhanced physical capabilities. Fighting is a great honor in your society and each cycle of reproduction yields better fighters

>Shamanic Ascension
The shaman of your tribe is especially powerful and the excess magic has seeped itself into every corner of your village. Members of your tribe with magic ability are increased as is their potency.

>A lifetime of Peace
Your island village is the picture of serenity, food is plentiful and enemies are few and far between. It seems as if the rest of the world has forgotten you exist.

>Gift from the Gods
An incredible gift has been bestowed upon your people, owing to your allegiance to the gods. Will it be your salvation or destruction?


The sound of waves crashing along a nearby shoreline stirred you awake and a cool sea breeze swept through the shady hut. Your tongue flicked out, tasting the air, it was met with familiarity. The saltiness of the air tempered by the sweetness of overripe fruits, the stench of fish and the slightest hint of fresh blood. You creaked and eye open, rolling it around. Sleeping was always the worst for you, the coldness settled into your bones and made you stiff as driftwood each morning. A low growl escaped as you uncurled your stiff tail. There was no door on your hut and you could easily see the village through the sunlit opening. Other members of the tribe milled about, each performing some task. The green-scaled folk moved slower in the morning, owing to the chills of the evening, their palm frond clothing doing little in the way of warmth.

A) Make your rounds of the village
B) Seek the shaman
C)Scout
D)Other

Population: 15 (6 males, 4 females, 5 eggs)
Resources:
Tools: 3 Spears, 2 bows, 15 arrows

>>3001427
>Gift from the Gods
Many good options, but lets go with mystery box

A) Make your rounds of the village

As a small note, first post to 3 votes determines the winner, but until the thread picks up more steam ill take the first post after a given time.

This was no time to laze about, pleasant though the morning might be. Peace was not something you were accustomed too and so the recent months and their lack of bloodshed were starting to make you complacent. You strode to the small mat on the far side of your tent and began the morning process. A pestle and mortar full of red berries sat along side two other stone bowls. One filled to the brim with clear water and another with shining gold oil. Falling to your knees you began the sacred incantation and , taking the pestle and mortar in your hands began to grind the berries. Your voice growled in the breezy hut and each word was punctuated by the steady grinding of stone against stone. Before long you had a made a fine paste and, beginning the second part of the ritual, mixed the oil to form a thick paint. Though there were no instruments present, each word seemed to make a drumbeat around you, a rising staccato that filled your mind. The gods had made you chieftain and each morning you would accept that responsibility and the power that came with it. Using the water as a mirror you applied the sticky paint, bright red against the dark green of your many scales. Your heart swelled with pride as you beheld the reflection, the lines and swirls of your warpaint commanded absolute authority and for the briefest moment you felt a surge of strength.

It was time to go, the village needed tending and though peace was at hand, it meant no shortage in the work that needed to be done. Rising from scaled knees you strode out of the hut and into the bright sunlight. It took your eyes a moment to adjust and you took this time to straighten out the spine and shoulders that had been so cramped inside your home. At full height you were taller than most of your citizens, easily reaching 7 feet at the tip of your snout. your tail dragged a few feet behind you, the long muscular appendage leaving a deep trail in the sand. When the villagers saw you they bowed their heads deep in respect, tails naturally coiling as a sign of deference. You afforded a similar courtesy although your bow was not nearly as low nor as long. You saw a few females carrying woven baskets of fruit towards the beach, while a male skinned freshly caught fish with razor sharp claws. All was as it should, all was at peace. Drawing a deep breath of the crisp air you ventured further into the village, towards the dense jungle. If there was any news to be learned, the shaman would be the one to tell it.

The temple was a plain structure by all accounts, but still the most impressive of your settlement. A structure large enough for you to be unable to touch its ceiling, the outside was adorned with bright feathers and bleached bones, an abode fit for the gods.

cont.

It was the only structure with a door and the heavy wooden blockade was marked in the same paint as yours, the holy symbol of your tribe. You stared at it for a moment, feeling that same sense of pride and power, the sigil was simple, three vertical lines slashed through a circle with a dot in the center. Representing the eggs you had all hatched from and the claws of those who had defended you. You drew a heavy breath before pushing against the strong wood, you knew what was coming. The moment the door creaked open a pungent array of incense and spice assailed your nose and tongue. The cacophony of scents was enough to make your eyes water and they carried themselves into the island air as a thing smoke, soon dissipated by the ever present breeze. You quickly entered the opening and shut the door behind you, the shaman was never one to waste the sacred incense and had chastised you far too much for it. Inside the temple, shadows cast by unnatural flame danced along the edges of the great room. It was huge and circular, easily 60 feet in any direction with hard packed dirt to serve as a floor. At the center of the room was the altar, a series of large stones placed to resemble an upraised nest, a ring of peculiar flame surrounded the monument, its flickering form seeming to move with an unheard rhythm. A figure soon appeared from behind the altar, a creature much like yourself though bent with age and nearly covered in ceremonial garb. You greeted the shaman with a low bow, the tip of your snout almost touching the hard floor beneath you before rising back to full height. The old lizard seemed not to notice as he leaned against his ornate bone staff, the many shells and bones he wore shaking gently. "Hail chieftain." The shaman finally spoke, his voice far deeper and more commanding than his frail form bespoke. "You have come at a fortunate time, I have news." The ancient lizard turned and disappeared behind the altar again. His behavior was strange, typically the shaman embodied the archetype of whatever god he was worshiping at the time, the new clutch of eggs should have had him in a cheery and attentive mood. Puzzled you strode towards the altar intending to follow your strange fellow. As you neared the ring, his staff popped from behind the stones. "Purify yourself chieftain and anoint thyself in the oils."

This was beyond strange, the act of purification was not performed by chieftains or sacred warriors, the warpaint that adorned your scales served as a symbol to your purity. You began a response before being cut short, the ring of flames flared up to your chest and the wizened face of the shaman soon appeared where the staff had been, slitted eyes flashing red and gold with magical energy. The archetype of war... was the shaman really willing to fight at this moment? You knew better than to challenge him, though his form was frail his magic was considerable.

Irritation swelled in your breast and the barest hint of a snarl crept against your sharp teeth. Your rank was equal, where he spoke for the gods it was you who carried out their will.

A) Challenge the shaman
B) Purify yourself
C) Question Him
D) Other

Population: 15 (6 males, 4 females, 5 eggs)
Resources:
Tools: 3 Spears, 2 bows, 15 arrows

Also if anyone with more artistic ability than myself would like to draw or post images they feel represent how things are (such as armor, our people, the land, etc) feel free to do so. Its your story im just here to tell it.

>>3001568
>C) Question Him
Lets hear him out first

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"By what order? Is my station not testament enough to my purity?" Irritation growled in your voice as you spoke and your tail swished in anticipation of the mages response. The old lizard narrowed his eyes before speaking again.

"We have received a gift from the Gods, I'll not have you sully it with the taint of the outside world." He disappeared again behind the rocks.

"A gift...from the Gods?" Your voice almost trembled as it left your throat. "We have been blessed!"

"It is the beginning of a new age Chieftain." The voice echoed throughout the chamber.
"Come, welcome it with me." What defiance and anger had been boiling within you vanished like an extinguished torch and you feel to your knees immediately. The dancing flames licked their way along your scales and you felt revitalized by the warmth. The fire did not burn, that was not its purpose, instead all the clinging bts of the outside world were seared away. Insects popped like firecrackers, sand melted away and even the caked sea air dissipated off your scales in a shimmering haze. You were as though just hatched, scales shimmering in the dancing light. With your skin free of impurites you then began to rub yourself in the sacred oils surrounding the altar. Their scents were strong, farm more potent now than when you had first entered and you could feel the warm liquid seep under every scale. Soon you glistened like a freshly caught fish and the dried warpaint shone bright like fresh blood. "You may approach." The voice boomed, fraught with power. "I can no longer smell the outside world on you." You rose and began your way around the altar, finding the shaman bent over his staff laid at the ground next to him. "Look child, look at our reward for our piety, the gift for our strength, the salvation of our people." The old lizard rose and turned , revealing what he had been hunched over. It was an egg, though massive in its size, its crown easily reaching your waist. The egg was dark red, almost black and covered in a thick scale like shell. Between the cracks in each scale a dim light pulsed like fire.

"What is..."

"A dragons egg." The shaman whispered, his eyes now green and full of warmth. "The Gods have given us their greatest child.

A) We must tell the villagers at once!
B) Where did you get this?
C) Disbelief
D) Other

Population: 15 (6 males, 4 females, 5 eggs)
Resources:
Tools: 3 Spears, 2 bows, 15 arrows

>>3001653
>A) We must tell the villagers at once!
Ooh!

>>3001670
Nah
We need to wait until it hatched

>>3001674
People need to know how important thing they are protecting, but what do you suggest that we do then?

>>3001670
>>3001674
>>3001690
OP here on mobile, so responses might come slower

I like the discussion and I'll give you guys a chance to reach an agreement

>>3001752
In an effort to keep the htead going I'll continue with this
>>3001670


"We must inform our people, they will be overjoyed...a celebration is in order!" You could barely contain your excitement, in fact it was largely tempered by sheer awe. The old shaman nodded, his ceremonial dress rattling with the movement. "We cannot let the egg leave the temple however." The old lizards voice was low, "and allowing the villagers access to it might have consequences, I fear I know very little in the way of dragon rearing." The old lizard was right, the purification ritual is simple enough for himself, his purity was found in his status. But for the rest, many might find the ritual far more arduous and even then should they really be allowed access to something so fragile?

"They must know." You stated sternly "But I agree to the risks." You stared at the egg for a moment, mesmerized by the rythmic pulsing of it's light. "Commune with God's and seek their wisdom on this matter, we will reveal this boon at the end of the week. Until then I shall have the villagers prepare a celebration." You turned away from the egg and the shaman, "They will not believe us without seeing it, I know I wouldn't." Your heavy footfalls echoed quietly in the chamber, "Notify me if anything changes."

A) What do you tell the villagers and how do you prepare for the celebration?

>>3001911
>A
"My fellow kin! Our lords have blessed us with the greatest gift our meager tribe could receive. An unhatched lord of the sky!"

OP here just wanted to let you guys know that ill be out for a few hours but i will be monitoring the thread on mobile. The thread wont be dying anytime soon!

>>3002196
You can help by participating anon!

Alright I'll be back home in about a half hour and can start the write up for this post
>>3001989

>>3001989
this and
>get villagers to tidy up the village and hunt for fresh meat for the celebration

It didn't take long to gather the members of the village and soon you were looking out at the small group you had the pleasure to call family. To an outsider perhaps many of the lizard folk looked quite similar. The females were shorter than the males with longer torsos and shorter legs. The males, conversely had larger more powerful jaws with thick muscular necks. These differences were apparent to you before other factors such as voices or scent had kicked in, though you had quickly learned the benefit of blending together. "My fellow kin," You began loudly, gesturing at the small crowd before you. " Our lords have blessed us with he greatest gift our meager tribe could receive!" You paused for a moment, eyeing the crowds reaction. Long ago you had watched a human chief rally his people, it was strange to you in that moment but its effects were impressive. Mimicry was not something beneath you. "An unhatched Lord of the Sky!" Mumrurs and groels spread through the small agtehring like wildifre and many voices called out, some in joy and prasie for the gods, others in stunned disbelief. You raised a clawed hand to silence them, "I have seen it myself, in our very temple. An egg as large as a boar, covered in thick scales that glow like fire." You scanned the crowd, most were staring at you in awe while few others had their eyes closed, claws clasped in fervent prayer. "We will hold a celebration for this incredidle boon, we will honor the Gods who have so blessed us and thus welcome the salvation of our people with open arms!" A roar of approval from the crowd overtook you drowning out even the thunderous crashing of the waves at the shore. "We must begin preparations, the celebration will commence at weeks end, we will feast and offer the Gods the fruits of our labor!" The crowd roared again before dispersing. Orders were given out and soon the once gathered crowd was a bustle of reptilian forms darting in and out of the jungle and along the shore line, there was much to be done.

A) Go hunting for meat
B) Gather fruits
C) Guard the dragon egg
D) Other

Population: 15 (6 males, 4 females, 5 eggs)
Resources: 1 Red dragon egg
Tools: 3 Spears, 2 bows, 15 arrows

D) Guard that egg! The gods would be extremely disappointed with us if something happened to it. For that much blessing, a greater curse would be repayment.

>>3002654
>phone died before I could post

C) Guard the dragon egg
Others can hunt and gather fruits

You decide that guarding the egg is a task ill suited for anyone other than yourself, who else could you trust to prevent any misfortune befalling your gift? swiftly you made your way back to the temple, informing the shaman of your decision. The old lizard nodded in agreement, with a wave of his hand the packed dirt of the floor formed into a nest like depression. "The weeks end is 2 days out, you will need rest." His old voice was full of carefully contained excitement, it was momentous for him as well.

"Have you learned anything in my absence?" You asked anxiously,eyes transfixed on the glowing egg. You could not be sure but a pat of you felt the rhythmic glowing had become faster.

"I have," The shaman paused for a moment, " It responds well to fire, better when it is natural. We will need lots of wood I fear for it drinks in the flames with abandon." He gestured to the ring of ash around the egg. "In my meditations I believe the egg will hatch soon, the Gods have shown me visions of great conquests and fire that falls from the sky like rain."

"Our conquests?" You asked proudly.

"I cannot tell, but there was blood Chieftain, the oceans and earth will be stained with it. We will not be welcomed as conquering heroes, but as blood mad tyrants." The shaman was dry in his revelations, showing no emotion to either side as though he had been recounting the weather.

"We will build ourselves an empire old friend." You said without taking your eyes off the egg. "We will secure a future for our people, by tooth and claw or," A small smile pulled at the corners of your mouth, "Wing and flame." A few hours passed, the shaman had instructed men to bring firewood in addition to the hunting and fishing you had prescribed. Each hour they felled a tree and each hour after that the egg had turned a roaring bonfire to smoldering ash. You had watched in awe as the egg pulsed brighter and hotter, becoming energized by the radiating heat. It was difficult to be so still in the temple.


Real life calls at the moment, so when we next join it will be a timeskip to the celebration in the menatime id like you guys to decide on names, for our tribe, the dragon, etc.

>>3003591
Tribe: Visecral Claw
Dragon: Omtept (type Bronze)
Use dragon for a half-dragon breeding super soldier program.

>>3003591
Tribe: Visecral Claw
Dragon: Cyrus
Chieftains name: Granak

We need a lot more people if we are to head into war of any sort.
Maybe force the other lizardfolk villages under our banner

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>>3003595
>>3004022
Alright guys im back and ill begin the write up, ill be using Omtept as the dragons name for the tie breaker and including everything else

here is also a terrible quality rendetition of our tribes symbol, if anyone wants to improve feel free

The sound of crackling flame stirred from your meditations, with eyes still closed you flicked out a long tongue. Soot hung heavy in the air stained with the ever present stench of incense. You had knelt for the better part of 2 days, consumed in thought yet still wary of the outside world. You had memorized the slow shuffling of the old shaman, learned well the scent of fresh firewood being brought to incubate the egg. You remembered the technique for such meditation performed by your elvish captors, the guards never slept, merely knelt with eyes closed for days on end. It was a useful skill, you couldn't help but muse at the genius of it as you rose from your position. You examined the egg you had so diligently been guarding, the pulsing was fast now, like a steady heartbeat and bright like a bonfire. The circle of ash had grown tall, easily obscuring your ankles should you wade into it. Something epculiar had taken place however, the eggs previously dark red scales had begun to take on a metallic hue. Where it was once dull, as though it absorbed light, it now reflected a brilliant display of reds and golds across the walls and ceiling of the temple. Knowledge of dragons, beyond religious teachings was not something you possessed and so you could not decide between awe or alarm. Though you reasoned, if anything were amiss surely the shaman would have informed you.

As if on cue the familiar slow shuffle could be heard again from behind the altar and soon the bent form of the shaman appeared from around the stones. "Ah you're awake Granak." The old lizard bowed his head slightly. He was dressed in the same ritual garb as always, though he was adorned with quite a few more feathers and bones, you noticed his staff now bore a dragon at its head, carved from driftwood and adorned with shells for scales. "We have made what preparations we can, We can begin at dusk."

"Dusk?" You asked quizzically, "this should be a day of celebration and feasting, we must begin at once." The shaman shook his head, bones and shells clattering against his breast.

"I said we have done what we can, there is something else the Gods have demanded of us." He motioned to the temple door and began to shuffle towards it. "Come, you are needed to appease our Lords."

"What is required of me?" You remained still, reluctant to leave the egg unattended. "Should I not stand watch until the celebration?"

"I am the mouthpiece of the Gods and you," The shaman pointed. "Are their arms, sword and shield, tooth and claw. Does the hand disobey the mind?" His voice was stern, yet no magic flashed in the slitted eyes. His logic was undeniable to you and it was something you knew better than to argue with him. If the Gods had orders it was you who should see them through.

"What would the Gods have of me?"

cont.

>>3004486
Just started reding up on this
Im diggin it

>>3004500
Reading*
spelling is hard

You were silent before the village as the shaman revealed the final preparation the Gods demanded. Amidst the gasps and growls of dissaproval from your allies it was a calm sense of honor that washed over you. The caked warpaint burned against your hard scales, you remembered the oaths you swore the day you became chief. The gnashing teeth, the slashing claws, you were the instrument of the Gods made flesh. Through you the archetype of each Lord would be brought to this world, a being of mortal flesh and bone, fit to lead his people through eternity.

"Bring forth the Chieftains armor." The shaman called, his eyes were bright yellow, almost piercing with magical energy, the archetype of the Sun God. "The Gods demand a feat of strength, to prove us worthy in commandment of their greatest child." His arms were raised and you could see he struggled to reach his full height against bones bent with age. "Will you accept this challenge Granak?" You nodded silently, watching the crowd part as your armor was brought forth. It had been some time since you had donned the sacred bones, the Gods often frowned upon those who cowered in shells not naturally given to them. The males ascended the steps to the podium, soon they were placing the heavy pauldrons on your broad shoulders, The breastplate was fashioned as a rib cage and clamped around your torso. Spined bracers slipped over forearms and shins, while more spined plates lined your thick tail. Finally the helm was revealed, the skull of some horned beast of legend. The armor was heavy on you and made it hard to move, no padding or buckles adorned the sacred skeleton. This was not mail for just any creature, A god mist will them to wear it.

The shaman began the incantation as the males painted the armor to mirror the scared marking on your body. With each stroke of blood red paint you could feel the armor becoming lighter and lighter, each piece tightened and shifted along your massive frame, becoming a second skin with each moment of the sacred chant. As the shaman opened his eyes you could hardly feel the once heavy gear, the bones feeling as though they had been there forever with nary a sound as you moved in them.

"Bring forth arms for the Chief!" The shaman commanded. "Let him choose the manner to slay his quarry!" The crowd roared in applause and growls of approval. Soon the weapons appeared in the hands of the males that had donned your armor. You eyed each weapon carefully, measuring their worth int he coming fight.

"To slay the troll, prey of our Gods I choose..."

A) Spear (includes torch)
B) Bow and Arrow (includes torch)
C) Nothing (Includes torch)
D) Torch

>>3004544
A) Spear (includes torch)
Although it would be badass to kill it with torch alone, it would be bad if we lost because of it

>>3004544
A) Spear (includes torch)
Yeah lets go with this

"...the spear!" The crowd roared in approval as you grasped the long spear. It was weighty and long, easily wielded by the members of your tribe. A dependable weapon. The bone spear sat comfortably in your hand, the stones near the point adding weight to each thrust, but made it poor at range.

"A fine choice!." Bellowed the shaman his eyes a mix of red and gold. "Bring us the head of this monster, prove our worthiness to the Gods!" The crowd roared again, a chorus of tails pounded the dirt flat in excitement.

You left the din of the celebration behind, the hunt had begun the moment you stepped onto the podium. Much time was already lost. The shaman had revealed a troll to be on a neighboring island, a mere 15 minute swim from your island shores. You felt uneasy at the thought, trolls were not great swimmers but such proximity to your village was cause for alarm. You slipped into the water like a fish, moving noiselessly against the crashing waves. Clutching your spear in torch in the left hand you glided through the choppy water with your powerful tail, this was the easy part.

A boat would have risked being seen, you had hunted trolls before, though never alone. The element of surprise was vital, the first strike would mean life or death. Soon you came to the beach, appearing from the surf in a flash you made a quick break for the treeline, aiming to dry yourself and your weapons before moving.

The island was quiet save for the chittering of insects and the endless sea. The darkness served to cover you well, with a half moon providing just enough light to see shadows. Your tongue snaked out constantly, tasting the air for any sign of your quarry. It was here, you could smell it, the faintest stench of death and rotting meat. If trolls were present, there was no predator more apex than them, death was their domain on this island. "At least until I arrived." You thought smugly.

It took the better part of the night to locate the den of the beast. Twice you had been mislead by carcasses it had left behind, huge heaps of meat barely indistinguishable from one another. You peered from the darkness at the entrance to the cave. It was massive, the yawning entrance easily 15 feet wide and 20 feet tall. Bones and other carcasses littered the outside of the cave, some heaped in pile sismiliar to the ones before while others lay strewn about, as thought ossed from inside the black portal. The cave was nestled deep in the forest, though a clearing had been carved out near the entrance, making way for a palisade of felled trees, the sharpened trunks stood tall each one at least 10 feet and made of thick young trees.

cont.

Curiously you noticed the points of each spike seemed to have been chewed into existence, with great divots and scrapes leading to them. In the dim moonlight you could make out a set of foot prints near the entrance, though there were more similar sized tracks scattered about on the blood caked ground, it was impossible to determine how many trolls might live in this cavern.

A)Enter the cave
B)Wait
C)Other (write in)


as a side note here, this game is absolutely lethal. please make your decisions with the knowledge that you absolutely can fail/die

>>3006160
new thread

>>3004768
>B)Wait
Lets wait and see how many there are. We could probally ambush one when it leaves

>>3006163
Stop trying to hijack threads it's lame

Rushing in would be suicide if there was more than one troll, glorious a victory as it might have been you decided to lie in wait. If you could not determine their numbers, an ambush might still be the best course of action.

Hours passed and you could just begin to see the faintest glimmers of sunlight peering over the horizon. Cold seeped into your bones and you felt your eyelids becoming heavy with each breath, this was far more tortuous than you had anticipated. Suddenly a sharp crack struck through the early morning silence, followed by an enormous thudding. You tensed cold muscles and held fast to the bone spear, your prey approaches.

From within the inky blackness of the cave you could just make out a hulking form. Clad in ragged animal hides and bone trinkets the troll emerged from its den with all the grace and poise of an avalanche. It was massive, easily 12 feet at the shoulders with a broad frame, heavy muscle rippled along its arms and legs, while a distended gut swung precariously with each step. In its right hand it held the torn leg of what seemed to be a horse, the thigh bone cleanly bitten in half.

You watched in disgust as the monster thundered out of the doorway and into the clearing, rows of twisted teeth gnashing away at the leg. It stood in the clearing, idly scratching its thick hide as beady eyes scanned teh surroundings. After a few moments the troll seemed to become bored of its carcass, casually throwing the mangled flesh into one of the many heaps strewn about. "Wasteful beast." You thought bitterly, though you were grateful for it. The pestilent stench of fresh death served to mask your scent and the amount of carcasses made it evident that this troll was all alone. Seemingly satisfied with itself the troll slowly turned and began to lumber back towards its underground home.

A) Attack Now!
B) Wait
C) Set a trap (describe)
D)Other

>>3007361
>climb above the cave entrance and lure the troll out with noises.
>surprise attack from the above when it comes out

You waited for the hulking beast to dissaper again into the darkness of the cave before making your move. Quietly you crept from your hiding place amoingst the trees towards the entrance to the cave, eyeing the craggy entrance carefully. Slowly you picked your way up the sloping sides find a suitable perch near the top of the entrance. You readied the spear in one hand and began to loudly banf the torch against the stone walls.

CRACK CRACK CRACK

The echoes of each hit strike reverberated down the maw of the pit. The sounds of one blow soon became 4 then 5, as though an army was pounding against the dark stone. You paused for a moment, letting the remaining echoes fade away. You could hear the troll moving about inside the darkness, heavy breathing and footfalls were drawing closer with each second, the plan had worked.

Soon the thundering stgeps became loud enough to drown out the other noises of the jungle and the labored being of the massive creature poured from the cave mouth like a hot wind. The beasts massive head and shoulders appeared from beneath the rocks, mottled hide glistening in the dim light of early dawn, the chance was now!

A) Attack! (requires a roll)
B) Wait
C) Other

Rolled 10 (1d20)

>>3007587
>A) Attack

What dice?

>>3007610
roll 1d100

80-100- critical success
40-79- success
19-39- minor failure
1-18- catastrophe

Rolled 3 (1d100)

>>3007658

>>3007668
writing

The prey before you filled your heart with bestial hunger and a ferocious roar escaped your lips as you leapt from the rock. But the monster was far faster than you had thought and your roar had only given it more warning. Like lightning the behemoth swing around to catch you with its massive hand. Fingers tightened like coiling snakes around your torso as the air roared out of your lungs. Something of a smile crept across the trolls face as it squeezed the very life out of you, its array of molding teeth gnashed inches from your face. Desperate you raised the spear as high as you could, begging the gods for strength and plunged the heavy tip into the trolls wrist.

The weapon pierced the tough hide of your quarry and the troll howled in pain at the blow. Dark blood oozed from the wound as you drove the spear further down. The beast was angry now and the smile had vanished from its horrifying visage, rtreplaced now with primal hatred. The troll swung its arm and released you, your form hurtling through the air only to smash against the inside wall of the cave. Stars filled your vision and blurriness crept over them. Everything hurt and you felt a sharp pain in your left shoulder. With ragged breaths you managed to stand, spear desperately clutched in your right hand. The monster lumbered toward you, roaring in anger, you could see its wounded hand still bleeding, but a clot was forming quick. This would be no war of attrition.

A) Stand and fight(roll)
B) Run (roll)

Rolled 19 (1d100)

>>3007724
A) Stand and fight
Keep the distance

>>3007768
you dont have to roll til i give you the odds, keeps it fair that im not fudging numbers

90-100 - critical success
50-79- success
25-49- minor failure
1-24- catastrophe

Rolled 43 (1d100)

>>3007851

The troll closed the distance in a few massive steps swinging its great bulk around the cramped cave. Despite the pain you managed to doge, rolling quickly beenath the monstrositys legs. A quick jab of the spear found pourchase in the trolls calf, burying itself deep in the twisting flesh. The troll roared again and blood spurted from the wound. You pulled the weapon free and winced in pain at the movement. The ehsitatikon porve d amistake and another thunderous blow struck you from the side. Ribs cracked, though whether it was the armor or yours you could not tell. Roaring anger you lun ged at the troll again this time burying the heavy spear in the crook of its elbow.

Roaring filled the cave, your defiant wearcry matched against the trolls unquenchable rage. The spear drove itself deeper and deeper with every cry, until eventually the tip struck bone. The troll raised its arm to smash downward as you wrested the spear from its putrid flesh. Blood poured from the new cut and ran down the muscular arm in thick streaks. The floor was becoming slick with the dark liquid.

The trolls arm hung limp below the elbow as it clutched over the wound, it seemed that this would take longer to heal.

Roll 1d100

75-100- critical success
50-74-success
20-49- minor failure
1-19-critical failure

Rolled 58 (1d100)

>>3007971

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The sight of wounded prey filled you with primal vigor, the sacred marking on your flesh and armor burned like hot metal. The Gods were watching, your pain was their pain and your triumph would be theirs as well. You lunged forward, clawed feet finding purchase on the slick ground. Like lightning your spear shot out, the strike burying itself into the forearm of the beast. You whirled, muscular tail spinning behind you for balance and shot another jab at an exposed knee. The beast howled again again as the long spear pierced flesh to strike bone. Another thrust to its ankle caused the monster to fall against the side of the cave. You lunged forward again, fangs barred in a hellish snarl only to be caught by a swift kick from its uninjured leg.

The blow was concussive and sent you flying towards the mouth of the cave. Your vision swam before you, hazy and incoherent. The stench of death and decay dulled the other senses and the trolls harsh breathing was barely audible over the ringing in your ears. The troll spat bitter words in its vile tongue, flinging saliva all over the stone. The wound on its elbow had already begun to close and its legs were becoming more steady with each breath it drew.

You steadied yourself against the haft of your spear, each breath sent stabbing pain throughout your body. This could not go on, you would succumb long before the troll did. You glared at the prey with fervent rage, "Either stop it from healing...or kill it in one blow!" You roared.

A) What do you do?

>>3008101
>lit up the torch if we can
>throw the torch at its face, as a distraction before going in for killing strike

You saw the torch lying on the cave floor near the beast, you cursed yuorself silently for ahving for got to light it. The cloth wrapped wood was soaked with the trolls blood but perhaps the oil would still light?

It was a foolish thought. The troll would give you no time at all to strike flint to spark up the soaked torch and letting your guard down for that long would be suicide. The beast must be slain in one strike.

You ran through the options in your head as the troll gathered itself, rising from bent knees o its full terrible height. The sun was creeping out over the horizon and with each passign moment more light was creeping into the cave. You could make out the trolls thick green flesh beneath the veneer of red you had stained it with, and the red eyes of the monster glared at you from beneath its heavy brow. You matched its fearsome gaze with your own, eyes flashing beneath your bony helm.

Roll 1d100
90-100 critical success
40-79 success
20-39 minor failure
1-19 catastrophe

Rolled 60 (1d100)

>>3008203
Time to end this

You hefted the spear in both hands, wincing at the searing pain in your left shoulder. You needed to bring the monster down now, you knew its next blow would cripple you, armor or not. The beast howled its challenge back beating its fist against the side of the cave.

You charged together.

clawed feet sprinted across the blood soaked earth while thunderous steps boomed out of the cave. As the distance closed you drew the heavy spear back in your right arm, the bony shaft racing past your armored head. The troll bellowed , gaping maw spewing saliva as it ran. The spear left your hand with a rush of wind, the weighted point driving the tip down in a violent arc. You were accustomed to this, training years to use the weapon as projectile effectively was a rite of passage every member of the Vicious Claws had underwent. The spear struck true, burying itself deep into the exposed breast of the monster before you. The troll recoiled and howled in pain as the weighted tip tore through layers of muscle to strike and crack and the thick bone beneath. Its thunderous charge halted for a moment as huge arms reached for the impalement.

But yours didn't.

You closed the distance before the creature even reached the spear, hurling yourself at the trolls exposed flesh. Razor sharp claws dug into the monsters bicep and raked long wounds in the tough flesh. The creature howled again but a swipe of your armored tail cut a gash across its broad nose. Digging your claws deeper into its hide you clambered over the shoulder to sink your teeth into exposed neck flesh. Putrid dark blood burst from the wounds as you bit down through inches of iron like sinew. A massive hand grabbed at your back but a quick thrust of your powerful neck drove the horns of your helmet beneath the jaw of the beast. The troll howled again and stumbled as more blood filled your mouth, the wounded jaw almost blinding you as it wept. There was no hesitation as you released its neck from your grasp and swung a clawed had at the monsters left eye. Sharp talons pierced the soft organ with ease and your powerful fingers found purchase on the inside of its skull. Without pause you drove a gauntleted left into the hole in the trolls neck, using your claws like a surgeons knives to part the corded muscle. The troll fell backwards flailing, half blind and driven mad by the unimaginable pain you had inflicted on it. Your right hand tugged downward, and you felt the muscles in you back strain to their limits against the sheer might of its neck, The left claws drove deeper and deep until you were elbow deep in the creatures torn gullet.

The you began to tear.

In and out your drove your claws, each time pulling more and more flesh. Ribbons muscle flowed from the wound as you turned its insides to bloody pulp. Yet still the beast fought on. It snapped at you with massive draws, cracking its own teeth with the sheer force. Its hand reach for you, blindly smashing at its own frame.

cont

Pain swallowed you as a blind strike crushed you nearly flat against the trolls blood soaked hide, but there was not time for pause. Your tail whipped around like a mace and slashed at the beasts other eye, the bony spines and tip tearing into its face. The first strike missed, merely rending meat down to the bone, as did the second and third. But the forth caught the brow of the monster, the sacred armor far harder than the skull of this behemoth, traced deep cuts along the exposed bone before slicing at the tender eye. Another punch struck you from the side and you could feel your grip weaken. You felt warm blood run down your jaws and tasted the sweetness of your own. Enraged you sunk your jaws back into the monsters neck. You could feel the muscle re-knitting itself even as you tore out chunk after chunk. Thick blood splashed down your throat as you swallowed it to breathe, you right hand was puled free from its eye socket and desperately tore at the front of the neck. Feeling another strike from the trolls left you released your jaws and bit down hard into the trapezius of the creature. Its arm went limp as your teeth slashed through the muscle. Your teeth gnashed wildly against iron hard tendons.

Suddenly the troll ceased its uncontrollable flailing, its blows became sluggish and slow. Those that struck hurt only from their immense weight, the beast was dying. You freed your jaws from the monsters shoulder, and let out a savage roar in its ear. Hatred poured from your lungs and the primal bloodlust that filled your heart erupted to the surface. Clawed hands pulled apart the torn neck flesh to reveal tick organs beneath, A mixture of blood and saliva poured from your mouth like a waterfall as slavering jaws bit into the tender esophagus. You pulled you neck back back, bringing with you a mouthful of artery and windpipe before biting down again and again. You hacked into the monsters tender meat until you had broken completely through. The beast was finally still, blood no longer gushing from the ruined system as its massive heart finally stopped beating. You had slain the troll.

Exhausted you released your claws from the beasts flesh, sliding down the slick hide to rest on the ground near its armpit. You panted heavily, each breath sending a spray of blood and frothy paste onto the ground. You struggled to stand, the strength in your body seemingly vanished. With all you could muster you clawed your way to the spear embedded within the monsters breast. Placing your tired hand upon the haft heaved it free and raising it triumphantly above your head bellowed. "I am Granak, Chieftain of the Vicious Claws. And I! Am! Worthy!"

With the last of your energy spent in appeasement of the Gods you allowed the crippling exhaustion to wash over and consume you. Falling backwards as your vision faded to black.

When you awake, what trophy do you collect to prove your victory?

>>3008506
We will bring its head or cleaned skull back to village as a trophy.
Fight certainly could had gone better, but damn we are one brutal badass.

>get the trophy, search the cave, treat our worst wounds before returning to village
Have to head off for now, this is great start for the quest

>>3008574
pleasure having you mate, ill begin the write up and post when I can. Come back soon!

To anyone lurking or thinking of joining the thread will remain active as long as I've got people willing to play!

You awoke with a sharp gasp, as though struck with electricity. Pain surged through your body as you sat up, the injuries with the troll having exacted their grueling toll. Your left arm hung limp and moving it sent shard of fire through you. "The bone must be cracked." You thought bitterly. You eyed the corpse of your fallen foe, the mangled flesh steamed gently in the cool morning air while the blood that strained every surface had only just begun to dry. Bright light poured from the entrance to the cave, you were only out a for a few hours. You stood shakily, leaning on the spear to keep balance. Moving hurt, breathing hurt. "Peace had made slow." The thought swam through your mind as though it were full of oil. Still to have bested an adult troll in single combat was a feat to be proud, injuries aside. You turned a weary gaze deeper inside the cave. Trolls were not bright creatures, but this monster might have collected something valuable during its time here. With pained groans you ventured deeper into the darkness, aiming to find its lair.

The trolls home was deep inside the cave and you could not help but be impressed at the sheer depth this hole in the Earth possessed. At your slow pace it took almost 20 minutes to find the cavern the troll had been calling home. More piles littered this area, bones from countless creatures large and small, though you noted that these had all been picked clean of their meat, leaving only the stained bone behind. The cavern was as large as the temple back in your village, with a crudely made bed of foliage against the far wall. The troll had few possessions of any value, a large stone headed club lay near the bed, too large for you to wield. A few trinkets and jewelry lie scattered along the stone ground, though you felt no special qualities from them. As you turned to leave and faint shimmer caught your eye from beneath the leaves that made up the bed. Moving the dense leaves revealed a suitable treasure to bring home; a massive red gemstone, easily as large as your clenched fist. It sparkled faintly with light from within, casting a dim red glow around you as you held it. You remembered being taught dragons favored precious stones, perhaps this would serve as a suitable offering to your new ally?

You made it back to the village after a grueling swim across the choppy waters. You had lashed the massive severed head of the troll your back and had nearly drowned as few times without the use of your left arm. Still, waterlogged and exhausted you returned to your people, triumphant and victorious with head held high. You would not let them see weakness in you.

There was no story to tell, the shaman had been narrating the events tot he villagers with the use of his magic. The villagers described The shamans fervor as he called out your victory, eyes rolled back in his head from the podium. None of them had slept, they were all too enthralled with the tale of your triumph. Troll Slayer they called you.

The shaman knew of your wounds, as did the rest of them, and so you were escorted to your hut with medecine and fresh water awaiting you. You slipped ina nd out of conscionness as your armor was stripped and 2 females busied themselves with cleaning you. The shaman came after you had been bathed, annointing you with sacred oils and chanting words of healing. In between hone of his spells the shaman lowered his face to yours and whispered, "The Gods are proud Granak, you have proven us worthy of their gift." His words soothed the pain more than any spell and you soon fell into a deep slumber.

You awoke to a female villager gently patting your scales with a damp cloth. You groaned as consciousness returned to you, the stabbing pain of your injuries was gone, replaced with a dull ache. The female gasped as you stirred and bowed her head to the floor. "Hail chieftain." She said nervously. You blinked a few times at her, head still foggy from the medicine and sleep.

"How long have I been asleep?" You asked groggily.

"About 4 days my lord." She said with her head still down.

"Four days?!" You said bewildered. "How is the egg? The villagers? What has..." A wave on dizziness swept over you and your eyes closed to stop the pounding headache.

"Granak please!." The female hissed. "You are in no condition to move, your injuries were far more grievous than we had thought." You were surprised at her use of your name, under normal circumstances it would have been a grave insult for her to not include an honorific in your title, but you were far too tired to care . The female continued, "Five broken ribs, a cracked shoulder and clavicle, bruised organs and more gashes than I cared to count." You winced as she recounted them, the fight had been closer than you realized.

"Where is the shaman?" You groaned as the female fetched a fresh bowl of water. "I must speak with him at once, there is much to be done." She tilted the bowl to your lips and cool water rushed down your throat. You didn't realize how thirsty you were.

"There is my Chieftain, but for you the only mission is to rest." She said in a soothing way and took to changing the bandages that wrapped your body. "We have taken care of everything in your absence."

"We?" You asked puzzled, there was no other person of authority besides you and the shaman.

"The shaman and I." The female smiled at you, her rows of sharp teeth a stark white against the dark green of her scales. "I am the Dragon Priestess, though newly appointed."

A) Dragon Priestess?
B) Fetch the shaman at once
C) Get up and make your rounds
D) Other

Population: 15 (6 males, 4 females, 5 younglings)
Resources: 1 Red dragon egg
Tools: 3 Spears, 2 bows, 15 arrows
Tribe name: Visceral Claws

Id like you guys to decide on names for our shaman and priestess, unless you prefer them to be called by title alone

>>3009176
A) Dragon Priestess?

Priestess: Thesik
Shaman: Vertax

At work, but will be following the thread through the day

"Dragon Priestess?" Your head swam with hazy thoughts but you could not form any of the clearly enough. The female rested a clawed hand on your scaly brow.

"I am Thesik, chosen by the Gods as caregiver for our new dragon." She spoke softly, she klnew the news would come as a shock to you. "Vertax came to me as you battled the troll, he revealed what the Gods had told him." You sensed no magic at her touch, yet the softness of it was undoubtedly soothing. "The dragon would need a caretaker, someone to nurture and care for him and as Vertax speaks for the Gods, so too will I speak for our dragons."

"Dragons?" You asked surprised.

"Yes my lord, the Gods have shown Vertax a future in which our people and dragons live together, an empire that stretches for vast continents and seas." She pressed another cloth to your chest, "Together we will pave the way for that empire." It took a moment for you to process what she had told you, through your fog addled brain the vision she had described gradually came to life. Scenes of great battles drifted before you, of massive cities with gilded walls, an age of prosperity your kind had never known.

"How is the egg?" You said finally. It was nice to look at a distant future and be full of hope, but the path to that future would be hard and stained in blood. The rest of the world would not take your ascension kindly.

"The egg is no more Chieftain." Thesik said sweetly. "Omtept sleeps in the temple, Vertax watches over him now." Her eyes were soft, as though she spoke of her own child.

"Omtept..." You whispered quietly, it was a powerful name. "How is his health? We will need more hunting parties to feed him, the egg was so large..." The priestess held up a clawed hand.

"There is no need for your worry Granak, the dragon is fine and the neccessary steps have been taken. He is a bronze dragon, easily four feet at the shoulder and twice as long from tip to tail." She stood as she finished with your bandages. "Meat will sate him for now, but his growth will be far more robust if we find him precious gems and metals. He grew two feet from the gem you brought back." Thesik turned on her heel and left with that. It was almost cryptic had her voice not been so endearing.

The priestess might care for the dragon as a mother would, but still Omtept would need to learn the skills of war if he were to aid in building your empire. There was much work to be done.

A) Get up and tend to your duties (describe)
B) Rest as Thesik instructed (timeskip)
C) Other

Population: 15 (6 males, 4 females, 5 younglings)
Dragons: Omtept (Bronze,wyrmling)
Resources:
Tools: 3 Spears, 2 bows, 15 arrows
Tribe name: Visceral Claws

>>3010680
B) Rest as Thesik instructed
As much as there is to be done, we need our strength back first.
More weapons to be crafted and younglings to be trained.

How fast does our children grow?

>>3010716
5 years to full maturity, 1 before sexual activity can occur. We breed faster than other races but it will still take some tome to raise an army. unless of course you manage some magic or, well who knows.

Ill begin the write up now

You decided that you would be of more use at full strength than in your weakened state. As you watched the female disappeared out of your hut you once again allowed yourself to drift back into slumber.

Your dreams were filled with visions of bloody battles, fire that rained from the sky, armies of lizardfolk marched beneath a single banner. The sun rose over a mountain of corpses, scaled and fleshy alike. You saw red eyes and fangs flash on a moonless night, while robed figures chanted around a pyre. Hardy creatures with long beards hammered away in golded forges, while tailed vermin skulked in the darkness. Your ascension would bring war to every corner of this world. Images of victory and defeat flashed like lightning in your mind, the future was an unsure as ever.

On the fourth day you felt strong enough to emerge from your hut. It was a bright sunny day as any other, with the newly hatched younglings playing about on the beach. The adults seemed more lively as well, their bows of greeting more energetic than usual. "The dragon has already begun his changes." You mused happily. Outside your hut sat the cleaned skull of your slain troll, the bleached bone glaring in the morning sun. You stared at the trophy for a moment, recalling the grueling battle. Deep gashes scored the skull, it was a good trophy, an eternal testament to the strength of this village's chief.

You made your way to the temple at a leisurely pace, stopping to speak with each villager you came across. You had been wounded for the better part of a week, they needed to view you as strong and able bodied as ever. When you did arrive at the familiar doorway you could not help but notice the changes to the temple.

Dragon motifs adorned the walls and door, each craved from driftwood or bone and adorned with shell scales. As ever the shaman was a creature of ceremony and ritual, it was something you liked about him. You entered the temple, expecting the same wave of pungent incense that always followed , but what struck your sensitive sense of smell was an acrid smoke. Seared flesh and soot hung heavy in the air and the temple was incredibly hot, a though you had stepped into a furnace.

"Hail Chieftain." The powerful voice of the shaman cut through the smoke filled air. You entered the temple, eyes stinging from the acrid smoke. "We are back here." He coughed. "I know it is difficult to see." You made you way through the temple doors, shutting in behind you out of habit, though perhaps you should have let it open. The heat grew more intense with each step you took and you could feel your heart beating faster as your body adjusted.

A gout of flame burst through the smokyh room, briefly casting a bright orange glow on the circling walls. You could see the shaman, bent with age holding a large piece of meat. Behind him the priestess, Thesik, covered her snout in amusement.

And there was Omtept.

He was larger than Thesik had described a few days ago. His long tail draped over the altar and rested on the floor. His scales flashed a beautiful orange gold in the fire light, while his large leathery red wings flared and folded against him. He breathed another gout of flame at the old lizard, scorching the meat he held and leaving the shaman covered in soot. Vertax coughed and sputtered as Omtept lunged forward, swallowing the chunk in one bite. Thesik laughed audibly this time at the shaman's frustrations.

"The fire is new." She called to you over the din of coughing. "He's only just learned how today."

"He grows like a weed." Vertax said through ragged breaths. "I fear we will need a chimney in this temple before long, I will not be killed by the Gods gift to us." Thesik laughed again, she seemed unfazed by the heat or smoke. "This one is immune, like a salamander." There was a touch of bitterness in his voice. "His fire does nothing to her."

"I am the Dragon Priestess." Thesik said as she approached the great dragon. "How could I mother him if I were to fear his flames?" She rested a hand on the young dragons head and he responded with a contented growl.

"Incredible." You said awestruck. There was so much to take in. The presence of Omtept was enough to make you want to fall on bended knee in reverence, yet Thesik approached him so calmly, as though it were her own offspring.

"Approach Chief Granak." Thesik said happily, "He would very much like you meet you." You did as asked and slowly made your way towards the altar. Omtept eyed you closely, his bright green eyes sparkled like emeralds against his metallic scales. "He understands our language though he does not speak it, perhaps in time it will come to him." The priestess continued.

"I am Granak, Chieftain of the Visceral Claws tribe." You said loudly. You were unsure of how to appraoch the creature. Omtept let out an approving growl and snapped at the air in front of you. Your heart beat faster, but you resited the urge to recoil. You must not show him weakness.

"He says hello back." Thesik said happily as she stroked the thick scales. "He saw your battle with the troll." Confusion struck you, was it hatched so soon?

"But he was still in the egg when I had left." You said quizzically.

"The Gods teach him new things each day Granak, They showed him visions of your battle so that he might know your worth." She gave you a wry smile. "Clearly you know their answer." Omtept shot a burst of sparks in approval.

"The dragon needs to hunt Chieftain." Vertax chimed in, his coughing fit finally subsided. "Will you take him and teach him our ways?"

A) Take Omtept on a huntg
B) Prove dominance over Omtept (requires a roll)
C) "I have other things to attend to."
D) Other

Population: 15 (6 males, 4 females, 5 younglings)
Dragons: Omtept (Bronze,wyrmling)
Resources:
Tools: 3 Spears, 2 bows, 15 arrows
Tribe name: Visceral Claws

>>3010867
A) Take Omtept on a hunt
Gladly. Although we need to dominate the dragon to keep it under our control, lets do that a bit later

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You nodded at the old lizard silently. "Will he obey me?" You asked Thesik, "I'll not bring him to the village for him to tear them apart." The priestess cast you a stern glance before speaking.

"It is not your place to command him, if he wishes to burn down the entire island, then it is the will of the Gods." Her voice was icy and cold. "He speaks to them as Vertax does, any way he acts, it is in their will." She kept her gaze fixed on you, and you matched it with your own. "Would you deny the will of the Gods?"

"I will preserve my people, our continued survival will always be Their will." You replied sharply. "I will die before I see them exterminated." Her gaze softened a bit and her tail became a little less stiff.

"That is why you were made Chief, Granak." Her voice was cold, but lacked the icy sting it held before. "But this is the Gods greatest child, it is what we all aspire to become. The hierarchy is...unclear."

"Then I will make it clear." You snarled angrily. Omtept raised his head, tail swishing back and forth. "I am Chieftain, arm of the Gods. He." You pointed to Vertax. "Is the Shaman, voice of the gods." You turned your claw at Thesik. "You are the Dragon Priestess, Caretaker of dragons. And he." You turned your gaze to Omtept. "Is a dragon, Child of the Gods." Omtept met your eyes, his visage seemed to convey respect. "The voice chides, The arm disciplines and the caretaker mends the child." Your voice was loud and stern and the sacred warpaint burned with divine fervor. Omtept let out a roar that sounded approving before hopping off the altar, his clawed feet digging deep line in the hard soil. You turned on your heel to the doorway, "Come Omtept, it is time you learned to hunt."

It had taken some time to get tot he neighboring island, The dragon was a poor swimmer and could only fly about 20 feet before needing to land. It was unfortunate but expected, Omtept was still barely a week old. You had decided on sterner prey for the dragon to hunt, imagining the beasts native to your island would make poor sport to the young creature. Instead you had ventured to the northern most island, the foliage wasn't as thick here, the islands recent volcanic activity had provided a landscape of craggy cliffs and rocky slopes with small patches of vegetation scattered throughout.

Not many creatures called this island home, though a few rivers that bisected the island made fish a plentiful resource. The beasts that lived here were hardy and fierce, perfect practice for a fledgling dragon. You stalked the beast for an hour, Omtept made for an excellent hunting companion. He quickly gathered the scent from tracks and feathers you found and was soon creeping amongst the rock as naturally as if he had done it for years. Soon you could see your quarry, less than 50 feet away as it hunted for fish in the clear stream.

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The prey was large, 12 feet long and 7 at the shoulder, covered in shaggy fur and dense feathers. Itg walked on all fours and used its powerful forelimbs to swipe at fish with lightning speed. Talons at least 6 inches long pierced the fish like wet leaves, so sharp the fish hardly had time to bleed before it was dead. You watched as it raised the carcass to beak and began tearing away at the soft white flesh, beside Omtept began to salivate. Quietly you knocked an arrow.

A) Shoot first
B) Command Omtept to attack
C) Wait
D) Other

Population: 15 (6 males, 4 females, 5 younglings)
Dragons: Omtept (Bronze,wyrmling)
Resources:
Tools: 3 Spears, 2 bows, 15 arrows
Tribe name: Visceral Claws

>>3011067
>Order Omtept to wait in hiding untill prey gets close enought
>move a bit away from dragon before shooting and luring the prey to charge us, and then let Omtept to make surprise attack, before owlbear reaches us

"Stay here, attack from it behind when it draws near." You hissed to the dragon beside you. Omtept's eyes narrowed in response, you hoped he understood your machinations. You carefully flanked the feasting owlbear, deftly moving across loose stones and dirt, the sound of running water drowning out what noise you did make. The creature was far too concerned with its meal to notice as you crept closer, closing the distance 30 feet, an easy shot.

You drew the bow back, muscles straining against the strength of the wood until the arrows barbed stone point sat nearly level with the shaft of the bow. You drew a deep breath and released the shot.

Roll 1d100
90-100 critical success
40-89 success
15-39 minor failure
1-14 catastrophe

Rolled 54 (1d100)

>>3011219

Rolled 16 (1d100)

>>3011219

>>3011219

The arrow flew from you bow and whistled as it cut through the air before burying itself to the fletching in the creatures ribs. The owlbear howled in pain, a blood curdling mix between roar and screech, before turning to face you. It charged wildly, razor talons pulling long rifts in the ground as it ran. You knocked another arrow and called out to Omtept. "Now dragon!"

Roll 1d100
75-100 critical success
40-74 success
30-39 minor failure
1-29 catastrophe

Rolled 61 (1d100)

>>3011242

Omtept leapt from the cliffside, red wings spread and flapped with powerful beats. He struck the owlbear from above like a missile, thick talons digging into the monsters flesh as it had the fish. His jaws opened above the beasts head and a gout of red flame burst from his jaws. Burnt flesh stung your nostrils as the owlbear howled in pain and fury. The beast bucked and clawed desperately at the bronze dragon, its sharp claws drawing sparks across its metallic scales. The bear rolled over its shoulder, smashing the unfurled wings of Omtept into the rocky riverbank.

The dragon let out a pained roar and spewed another wild blast of flame. The surface water boiled away and soon the skirmish became obscured by a thick steam. Suddenly from behind you heard a roar and the thunder of footsteps, Spinning to one knee you turned to face another owlbear charging down the cliffside, its sharp beak agape in deafening roar. You let loose the knocked arrow again aiming for the beasts gaping maw.

Roll1d100
80-100 critical success
35-79 success
20-34 minor failure
1-19 catastrophe

Rolled 52 (1d100)

>>3011280

The arrow streaked out and found purchase at the base of the creatures neck, right where it met the shoulder. The monster howled alongside its companion and the din of their screams could surely be heard for miles. Its stride broke and faltered sending the owlbear careening towards you as its momentum drove it forward. You dodged swiftly, raking your claws down its flank at it tumbled past you. Crimson blood splashed along the rocks.

In the river Omtept wrestled with his wounded quarry. The bear snapped at his neck with its sharp beak, smoldering flesh surrounding the scorched bone around its melted left eye. The dragon dodged, smashing the head down with a powerful forelimb before sinking his rows of teeth into the back of its neck. Bones cracked as the dragons powerful jaws drove themselves together. The owlbear howled and thrashed, yet Omtept's grip was firm. He clutched at the beast and drove it down, sinking it beneath water. It kicked and fought, desperate for air and freedom from the unimaginable pain. Before long it had stopped moving.

Your quarry had regained its feet, blood pouring from the deep rends in its hide. The large golden eyes flashed with hatred as it charged again, claws out stretched.

Roll1d100
60-100 critical success
30-59 success
10-29 minor failure
1-9 catastrophe

Rolled 17 (1d100)

>>3011342

Omtept erupted from the steaming river and shot red fire all over the riverbank. The blaze engulfed the wounded owlbear and washed over you like a crashing wave.

Heat. Unimaginable heat flooded every inch of you. Your skin blistered and burst as the moisture on your skin turned to vapor in an instant. You closed your eyes as you felt your blood literally begin to boil, the pain was unbearable. You fell backwards and tumbled, out of the raging inferno the dragon had unleashed upon the world. Dried scales cracked and bled as you fell onto the hard rocks. When your eyes creaked open you beheld a sight both beautiful and terrible.

Omtept flames had caused the sand in the riverbank to form glass, the sparkling material glittering in the afternoon sunlight. Atop its slippery surface the dragon and owlbear were locked in a bitter brawl. Claws scratched and slipped along the smooth battlefield, while the flaming beast lashed with beak and claw. The dragon dodged using its powerful wings to jink from side to side. His claws drove into the monsters flank, rending flesh tot he bone. Stark white ribs appeared against the charred fur and feathers as the bear screamed in agony. Before Omtept could land the owlbear had begun to flee, its wounded form scrabbling desperately against the newly formed glass until it reached solid rock and began to gain speed.

A) After it!
B) You're too wounded to continue, retreat
C) Other

Population: 15 (6 males, 4 females, 5 younglings)
Dragons: Omtept (Bronze,wyrmling)
Resources:
Tools: 3 Spears, 2 bows, 15 arrows
Tribe name: Visceral Claws

>>3011363
After it!

>>3011384
+1

"After it!" You strained against burnt lungs, what few breaths you had drawn in that hellfire had already scorched your insides. The dragon roared and tore off after the owlbear. Omtept beat his great wings and soared high above the ground, the second wingbeat carried him another fifty feet. You watched in pained awe as he tucked his wings to dive at the wounded creature.

The impact broke the bears spine almost immediately, a small mercy eprhaps as the bear could not feel the massive predator tear into its flesh again and again. Soon chunks of its spine lay strewn about the riverbank and Omtept busied himself devouring its exposed innards. "Brutal creature." You thought as pain coursed through you. Wearily you crawled to the river, desperate for the cooling relief of the running water.

It hurt to feel it. The cold water, shriveled the blisters so quickly they burst and small line of blood ran down your dark green scales. You had only been in the fire for a second and it had caused this much damage. "And its only going to get hotter." You thought wearily. A pang of pity hit your breast for your enemies, it was almost unfair. The corpse of the first owlbear lie not far away and you could not help but admire the toughness of the creature. It had endured so many blasts of flame, you could only imagine the pain. You took a few minutes to steady yourself before heading home. The swim back would be a nightmare.

The villagers were concerned with your wounds but you waved them away with a tired hand, you were well aware the road ahead would be tough. But top brush with death twice in one week? This was a first even for you. You could think of nothing than the shelter of your tent and soon found yourself coiling inside its thatched walls.

You awoke to a strange growling filling your ears, almost a wimper in a way. Your eyes eased open to find a bright metallic maw and emerald eyes not 10 inches from yours. "What the..."

"He feels bad about what happened." A familiar female voice said softly. "He hasnt left since you fell asleep."

A) Scold the dragon for its incompetence
B) He has feelings?
C) It's fine its a dragon
D) Other

Population: 15 (6 males, 4 females, 5 younglings)
Dragons: Omtept (Bronze,wyrmling)
Resources:
Tools: 3 Spears, 2 bows, 15 arrows
Tribe name: Visceral Claws

>>3011455
Something along limes
>It's fine, it was accident, but he needs to watch his fire breath

Heading off, see ya

>>3011518
pleasure having you m8, come back soon!

"It fine you," You groaned wearily. "It was an accident, but he needs to learn better aim. If he were any older..."

"I know." The priestess said worriedly. "Still it was good practice for him, he performed well."

"Surprisingly so." You agreed as you sat up, the dragons eyes followed you closely. "His instincts are good but its mostly his own brute power he relies on. We will need to teach him tactics and focus if he is to be an asset."

"It will take time." Thesik said softly. You rubbed the back of your neck with an aching hand.

"He's a dragon, he'll outlive us all." Omtept let out an approving growl. It was strange, you had witnessed firsthand how ferocious he could be and yet here he was acting like a praised child. Thing were far more complex now.


And this will conclude our first "Act" The next post will be after a 2 year timeskip. Ill begin the write up now

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The village had grown impressively with the arrival of Omtept. Hunting was made easier and materials became far easier to gather. The dragon could carry large amounts of wood and your tribe was able to hunt large creatures such as trolls with marginal ease. The influx of valuable materials had enabled successful matings and the construction of many new structures, including a larger temple and central hut.

The Gods had been active too, revealing a plethora of machinations to Vertax who was all too eager to carry them out. Acolytes had been trained to assist in rituals and miracles had been received with more frequency. It truly was a blessed time.

You surveyed the village from the steps of the command hut, it was impressive growth. Having gone from 6 huts scattered about the beachead to well over 20. Each building nestled nicely amidst the new clearing. Thin trails of smoke spiraled out of chimneys and the smell of roasting fish permeated the air.

You idly stroked your new weapon, It was a macuahuitl, carved from the thigh bone of the troll you had slayed 2 years ago. The weapon was long, easily 4 feet in length and a foot wide, its edges covered in sharp dragons teeth, courtesy of Omtept. You admired the sword, if that was even an accurate name, The teeth had been sharpened along the edges and the already terrifying points intensified. The dragons teeth made excellent blades, carving through flesh like wet paper and so resistant to chipping you had even struck them against stone. Only to be awed as the heavy cudgel tore chips from the rock.

Overhead Omtept soared through the clear skies, his golden scales glittering in the bright sunlight. He had grown at an incredible rate over the years, most likely due to his plentiful diet and a sudden influx of precious metals and gems for his hoard. You gave a slight smile as you recalled the human pirates. 2 ships in all had landed on the neighboring island with the intent of hiding out after raiding a few coastal cities. The night raid had gone well, with no injuries sustained for your people, the human put up a poor fight. Still you were a bit bitter that Omtept had burned the ships to ash, they would have been useful in later endeavors.

You looked out over the endless ocean. You would need to cross it one day, but the techniques for building large ships as the humans had was currently beyond your people and you did not posess the knowledge to make food last long enough to store for long journeys. As ever, there was so much to be done.

A) What do you do? (Write in)

Population: 63 (34 males, 29 females, 8 younglings)
Dragons: Omtept (Bronze,Juvenile)
Resources: Dragon Treasure hoard (approx value: 6,000 gp)
Tools: 25 Spears, 16 bows, 200 arrows
Tribe name: Visceral Claws

>>3011798
Some other options to replace the original

A) Prove dominance over Omtept (requires a roll)
B) Seek out the Shaman
C) Scout a neighboring island (North or West)
D) Other (write in)

Rolled 33 (1d100)

>>3012396
A) Prove dominance over Omtept
Lets start with something that should had been done long time ago

>>3012420
I'm in class so I'll begin the write up in about an hour

You turned your gaze back at the soaring dragon, watching him glide between the winds with ease. Omtept was ferocious and loyal to be sure, he had proven that over the years beyond doubt, but you could not help but feel a tension between you. The dragon had respected your strength when it was a baby, but now trolls were easy quarry for the fire breathing beast. Perhaps he no longer felt it an impressive feat?

"It would be wise to assert your strength Chieftain." An old voice came from behind. The old shaman, Vertax, approached with his usual slow shuffle. "All children eventually rebel in one way or another." The aged lizard seemed to have almost read your mind, it made you feel uneasy.

"Yet most children cannot spew forth flames." You said with a dry laugh. "But you have read my mind Vertax, uncanny though that might be." The shaman gave a slight smile and bowed his head.

"I have lived a long time Chieftain, you learn things with age." His answer was cryptic, almost sarcastic in tone. You ignored it, the shaman had an odd sense of humor at the best of times.

"Bring him down." You said turning into the central hut. Vertax bowed again, his many charms clattering with the movement.

"As you wish Chieftain."

The crowd roared in apporval as you entered the large circle. It was not much of an arena, just a large circle roguhly 100 feet across had been cut into the soft dirt. Still it would serve its purpose. The crowd stood a good distance from the circle, understanding full well it was only empty space that protected them from the fight to come. You gave a low growl, you had not wanted a crowd, it was risky and endangered noncombatants. Yet Vertax had been insistent, claiming the villagers "Deserved a spectacle." Your tail swished in agitation, it would be a sore wound to your pride if Omtept were to...

"No." You pushed the thoughts out of your head. "Best not to think about it." The sound of wingbeats grew closer and in an instant Omtept was before you, golden scales sparkling in the sunlight. You stared at the dragon with a level gaze, he had grown a great deal since his hatching. Standing nearly 8 feet at his shoulder and almost 18 from tip to tail, the bronze beast towered over you. Its jaws were easily large enough to fit around your torso and each of his claws was the length of your forearm. Omtept furled his wings and gave a short grunt of greeting, his emerald eyes locking with yours.

"The rules are simple!" Roared Vertax as he broke through the crowd. "First to leave the circle or submit will be the loser!" The crowd cheered in agreement, tails slapping the ground. "The Gods do not demand blood on this day." The shaman continued as his eyes shifted from red to gold. "Weapons, including dragons fire are not permitted." He turned his glowing eyes at you and Omtept and you each gave a grunt of acknowledgement. "Let the challenge begin!"

A) Rush him down
B) Go on the defensive
C) Back out of the challenge
D) Other

>>3012484
B) Go on the defensive
Lets see what he tries first

You sunk into a low defensive stance, knees bent and tail outstretched for balance. The dragon roared his challenge, neck stretched to its full length. Omtept lunged forward, bringing his thick tail around the left side like a club.

Roll1d100
90-100 critical success
40-89 success
25-39 minor failure
1-24 catastrophe

Rolled 44 (1d100)

>>3012521

You rolled under the heavy blow and came to your feet with surprising grace. Omtept roared again and brought his tail back around, this time aiming to sweep away your legs.. You smiled to yourself, the dragon had learned much over the years but he was still relying on his own massive bulk to win his battles. You jumped over the sweeping strike and landed easily to the thunderous applause from the crowd.

The dragon unfurled his great wings and began to beat them violently. Great gusts of wind kicked up a storm of dirt and sand that stung at the eyes and mouth. As his wings beat faster and faster, you could feel yourself being pushed away, towards the edge of the arena.

A) Attack
B) Wait him out
C) Other

>>3012545
B) Wait him out
Wait for him to make an mistake

You braced against the sandstorm, clawed feet digging deep into the hard dirt. Omtept roared somewhere in the maelstrom and you bent low to the ground in a desperate effort to avoid being blown away.

The crowd cried out in terror as the wind buffeted them and tore an avalanche of leaves from the surrounding trees. Vertax steadied himself against his crooked staff, the words of his spell drown out by the howling gale. His eyes shone with magical energy as he stood braced against the wind. Your eyes burned from the stinging dirt and sand. "He shouldn't be able to keep this up." You thought angrily as your claws dug deeper in to the dirt. "Just another minute." You could feel yourself being pushed back, inch by inch.

It seemed to last for hours, the stinging howling gale. The trees were all mostly bare and you imagined even the clouds had moved at Omtept's fury. Gradually you felt the wind let up, the desperate stance you had adopted was no longer being pushed and soon you could feel the hurricane turn to a strong wind. As the noise died down Omtepts might panting began to fill the area. You looked up, the pain in your eyes finally subsiding. The mighty bronze dragon was clearly exhausted, his giant maw hung open and rivers of drool poured from between his many teeth. His great golden breast heaved with each breast, the scales straining against the expanding flesh beneath. Omtept took a sluggish step forward, resting heavily on the extended forelimb; his yes sparked with anger.

A) Now is the time!
B) A tired foe is not worth it
C) Other

>>3012591
A) Now is the time!

Now was the time to strike! You charged forward at the exhausted dragon, Omtept let out a weak roar and swiped with his claw as you approached. The blow was sluggish and poorly aimed, allowing you to slip by easily. With great swiftness you leapt and grabbed at the many horn s that adorned his head. Your fingers found purchase and you pulled the massive head downward aiming to slam it to the floor.

Roll 1d100
80-100 critical success
60-79 success
20-59 minor failure
1-19 catastrophe

Rolled 58 (1d100)

>>3012677

You strained with all your might against the dragons thick neck, yet even in his weakened state Omtept proved stronger than you. Suddenly your feet had left the ground and you found yourself being swung through the air as the dragon thrashed his head. You hung on tight, tugging at the horn as though your life depended on it. Twice you felt the iron grip loosen but through some miracle you were able to hang on.

Omtept roared and the sonic blast nearly deafened you. The ringing in your ears drowned out the noise of the crowd and only the frantic beating of your heart broke the shrill sound. The dragons breathing was still heavy and was getting worse as he thrashed about. You could see his fleshy throat pulse with each great heave. Was it even possible to choke a dragon?

A) Try to choke Omtept
B) Release your grip
C) Other

>>3012819
B) Release your grip

>>3012824
i do actively encourage players to expand on any choice they make, this way you feel more in control. Anything youd like to do after letting go of a pissed off dragon?

>>3012819
A) Try to choke Omtept
IT'S LIZARD-MANIA BROTHER!

You release you grip on the thrashing dragons horn, momentum carrying you about 10 feet away from the angry beast. You landed hard on the ground and the impact made your teeth rattle. You rolled to your feet quickly, ready to confront the golden monster once again.

Omtept roared again, and a part of was grateful for his youth, he was giving himself no time to rest.

A) Attack again
B) Taunt the dragon
C) Other

>>3012881
>B) Taunt the dragonand when he attacks, give him a hand full of sand to the face.
Pure power and skill ain't the only part of battle.

An idea struck in your mind, the dragon was young and tired, he could stand to learn much from this endeavor. You crouched down under the guise of being in pain and scooped a handful of sand from the arena floor. "Weak!" You called out to the dragon, chest swollen with pride. "What terrifying creature have the Gods sent me?" You turned your back to him and faced the crowd, "Is this truly our peoples salvation? A creature too weak to simply push me from a ring?" You walked near the edge of the circle and continued your mockery. " 20 feet." You gave a hearty laugh, realizing what you're doing may well be suicide. You spun to face the dragon. "You're too weak to push me 20 feet." Omtepts eyes were full of anger and you could see the enormous heat of fire bubbling in his breast. "I'll be dead in an instant if he uses his flame." You thought grimly. "Come get me, if you can still walk." You spat at the ground in front you, as if daring him to cross the line.

Omtept bellowed a roar far more fierce than you had heard before. Fire mixed with saliva, driven from the depths of his chest by the sheer force of cry. It sprayed across the dirt like napalm, vaporizing whatever it touched. With far more speed than you thought he had Omtept charged , his first might step carrying him more than half the distance. You clenched the fistful of sand, praying it would be enough.

Roll 1d100
90-100 critical success
50-89 success
30-49 minor failure
1-29 catastrophe

Rolled 29 (1d100)

>>3011342
Stop shilling
>>3012927

As the dragons head neared you let fly the fistful of sand at the beasts eyes. The sand struck home, yet instead of recoiling as you had hoped the dragon thundered forward in a blind fury. There was no time to dodge, and the horned crown of Omtept struck you clean in the chest. You felt the small spikes that covered the base of his horns pierce your scales and bones cracked against the pressure. It was one thing to be struck by a troll, but another entirely to take the full rage of a young dragon. Your feet left the ground as instincts kicked in. Your claws scrabbled for purchase on the beasts mighty head once more, a last ditch effort to save yourself.

Roll 1d100
95-100 critical success
70-94 success
40-69 minor failure
1-39 catastrophe

Rolled 76 (1d100)

>>3012953

Your powerful fingers grabbed hold as your arms strained against the momentum. With a surge of strength you pulled yourself to the side allowing the charging dragon to slip by mere centimeters from your nose. You rolled away, leaving a blood trail from the wounds in your chest. It hurt to breathe and you could feel the sharp edges of broken ribs moving beneath your hide. Omtept planted his massive claws and came to a sliding stop, his talons pulling up great heaps of soil like a plow. His massive bulk carried him further and further as his claws dug deep enough to tear at even tree roots. Finally he stopped, mere inches shy of the arena line. Your vision was becoming blurry with each strained breath and you could feel your knees begging to buckle. You could see the crowd watching intently, fear making its way into their voices as they called for the challenge to end. It hurt, far more than the dragon had, to see your people doubt you. They were losing faith in their chieftain. Anger swelled in your breast, how could you lead them to prosperity if you failed here? How could you command this holy beast if you could not discipline it? Omtept growled at you, it almost sounded as if he were asking for surrender.

Your eyes narrowed and anger filled your body. The warpaint burned against your skin like dragon fire as you drew yourself up. You were Chieftain of the Visceral Claws, Granak, Chosen of the Gods. For this animal, no matter how sacred to expect surrender was beyond unacceptable. Surrender was never an option, only victory or death. You charged at the dragon with a fierce battle cry, more primal roar than anything else. Your clawed feet dug deep into the tilled earth and each step carried you faster than the last. Omtept was too large to dodge and too tired to react fast enough as you drove a shoulder into the soft underbelly on his flank. It was like striking a stone wall, the tough scales were hot against your skin as you drove him, the leverage of being lower serving to amplify your strength. The dragon moved an inch, his left forelimb driven off the ground. You would drive him out, you would win, you had to.

Roll 1d100
90-100 critical success
40-89 success
10-39 minor failure
1-9 catastrophe

Rolled 62 (1d100)

>>3012953

Rolled 33 (1d100)

>>3013001
New try

Rolled 20 (1d100)

>>3013001

Another step forward. Another step forward. Another step. Another...

You could no longer hear the screaming crowd, nor the bellows of Omtept, even the beating of your own heart was a dull pounding in your skull. Blood welled in your mouth and leaked through clenched teeth, the ribs had punctured something. But you keopt driving forward, driven by an overwhelming need to dominate, you would prove your worth a thousand times over.

Vertax smiled as he watched, the Gods were undeniably pleased at the tenacity of their champion. He could feel their power in the air, the chieftain was not completely alone. His old eyes followed each agonizing step, it was better that Granak not know of the divine intervention, it would wound his pride far too much. "Still." The old lizard mused. "Its an impressive feat, even with the extra strength, they haven't dulled the pain at all."

The dragons planted leg struggled for balance as you drove his flank higher and suddenly, he was falling. His immense weight working against him as he fell towards the line, only to come crashing down outside it. You felt the dragon begin to topple, his incredible weight becoming suddenly light. You watched his golden frame collapse, his top half outside the thin line. There was no cry of triumph in your breast, blackness enveloped you like a wave.

Thesik watched you collapse from the crowd. Their thunderous applause gave way to gasps and worry. She hurried alongside the males to your still form, pangs of fear stung at her breast. "He's alive." Called Vertax as he shuffled into the arena. "Merely tired." He tapped his staff impatiently. "As would anyone who stood against a dragon." His wrinkled face was as emotionless as always. "Get him to the temple, he needs rest and medicine. "

You could feel yourself falling, your eyes could see nothing in the infinite darkness that surrounded you. Yet wind whistled in your ears as you descended. You called out but the wind stole your voice as it leapt from your throat. "Where am I?" Fear gripped at your heart, but you could not feel the familiar pounding. This was not the death Vertax had described, there were no gilded halls nor mountains of gold, only blackness.

A voice boomed in the darkness, yet the wind played no tricks on the sound. It was as though the voice spoke in your very mind. You whirled around, body twisting in the weightless air. Laughter filled your ears, deep and terrible like the eruption of a volcano.

"Why do fear Granak?" The voice thundered, its reverberations shaking your very bones.

"How do you know my name?" You called, but again the wind stole away the sound. Yet the voice seemed to hear it.

"We have always known you." A female voice this time, it was sharp like the hissing of a thousand snakes.

"You have done well, a fine show to say the least." Another voiced pierced the darkness, this time crackling like a roaring fire.

A) Am I dead?
B) Release me at once!
C) Who are you?
D) Other

>>3013106
C) Who are you?

Hey all OP on mobile here, real life is taking more time than I thought so I'll be resmuning the thread once u get home. Next post should be around 9 PST

Sorry about the gap but I'm not letting the thread die

"Who are you?" You called out to the darkness. "What magic is this?" The voices laughed together, their tones mingling and echoing all around you.

"We are those to whom you have sworn your service." They said, it almost sounded mocking. "How does the arm not know its own body?"

"You....are the..." Your voice broke as tried to form the words. You would fall to you knees if there was a ground to kneel on.

"Gods, yes." The voices replied. "It's been a while since we've spoken." You struggled to remember a time when you had spoken, but none came to mind. You felt your descent slow, the rushing wind gradually became a slight breeze. The sensation of floating disoriented you, it was like being underwater with no sight of the surface.

"What would you have of me?" You asked the disjointed voices. You bobbed gently in the darkness, "In what way might I serve you?" The Gods gave another laugh, each voice taking its turn in the spotlight.

"It is not your service we require." They said calmly. "We offer a gift, a reward for years of piety."

"Was the dragon not gift enough?" You called back, the darkness seemed to swirl now.

"It was another test, as all things are." The serpentine voice hissed. "Our plans span hundreds of your lifetimes." Another voiced came like thunder. "Choose wisely Granak." The third voice crackled.

From the inky void you could just make out the silhouettes of something. It seemed to float towards you, like driftwood on a wave. It's lazy gate seemed agonizingly slow to your straining eyes. Eventually it revealed itself to be three stone sigils. The rounded edges of each disc hung inches from another in perfect lockstep. From left to right you could read each, a yellow sun, red arrow, and blue stream. The discs stopped close by, so close you could just reach out and...

A) Choose the yellow sun
B) Choose the red arrow
C) Choose the blue stream
D) Other


sorry about the long wait guys, real life and all that. Ill be back to writing posts at 11 am my time, see you soon!

>>3014099
>C) Choose the blue stream

Red arrow could hint to warfare, but rest are mystery, lets go with blue.
We also need to stop trying to get ourself killed every single time there is an fight.

...grab one. Your clawed hand clutched at the disc on the far right, the stone hummed gently in your grasp, its blue glow tinting your scales. "Just as I had foreseen." The serpentine voice came again, it seemed pleased with itself. In the darkness the other voices seemed irritated, you wondered if you had made the right choice. The voice seemed to know what you were thinking. "You have chosen well for your people Granak." It said calmly. " A gift that will span generation after generation." You felt the sensation of falling again, the wind began to rush past your skin as the reamining sigils dissapeared into the dark. You clutched at the glowing in stone in your hands, it seemed the only real thing in this world.

"Back to your people." The voices came again, each distinct and yet the same. "We will have need of you again."

Sigil of the Blue Stream: Choose one stat for your race and increase it to the next level. For example, Exceptional becomes specialist, average becomes exceptional.

A)Breeding
B)Melee
C)Ranged
D)Magic
E)Technology
F)Diplomacy

>>3014591
>B)Melee

You awoke with a start, as though from a dream right before you hit the ground. Your muscles ached and your head swam in the dimly lit hut. You sat up and groaned as your head began to spin. You placed a clawed hand over your eyes, even the soft light of the fire hurt, it all seemed so impossibly bright. "Was it all a dream?" You thought to yourself, it had felt so real. You shifted to the side and felt the cold touch of stone beneath you. "What..." It was the sigil, its cold blue glow leaked across the room and mingled with the orange light. "It was no dream." You said quietly. The stone felt like ice in your hands, the magic of the Gods as potent as ever. "I must tell Vertax at once."

The shamans face betrayed no emotion as you recounted your experience. He asked few questions, merely nodding as though you were telling him of a recent fishing expedition. It seemed such visions were commonplace for him. It gave you a new sense of respect for the old lizard, while you felt unimaginable honor at having been chosen, you did not think you would so readily endure experiences like that frequently. "I feel stronger Vertax." You said holding you arms in front of you. "Like I could dance between arrows or bend swords."

"We all do Chieftain." The shaman said calmly. "It was sudden, but the villagers have been discussing it at length." He paused for a moment to stoke the crackling fire. "Even the newest wave of hatchlings seem more robust."

"It seems I chose well." You thought to yourself. Still you couldn't help but wonder what the other gifts might have been.

"I also bring news Chieftain." The shaman continued, his deep voice that same monotone he always spoke with. "A scouting party noticed tracks on the western island, we believe they belong to Humans." He continued before you could respond. "But they are much lighter than others we have seen, even the most profound tracks leave a slight imprint in the soft dirt."

"Children perhaps?" You said calmly, it did not strike you as an invasion force. The shaman shook his head, the loose skin of his neck wobbling gently.

"We also saw ships, three in total." He traced a clawed finger through the air, leaving a shimmering trail. "They're large but more elegant than the human ships we destroyed." The image hung in the air, a shimmering outline of a boat, its sleek appearance seemed almost...predatory. "They fly a red flag with black emblem, though I cannot make out what." His brow furrowed slightly. "My scrying spells have been interfered with, they produce a images as though shrouded by thick fog."

A) We must be on alert, prepare the villagee for war
B) Perhaps a diplomatic approach?
C) We have nothing to fear from them, they will leave soon
D) Other

Population: 75 (42 males, 33 females, 20 younglings)
Dragons: Omtept (Bronze,Juvenile)
Resources: Dragon Treasure hoard (approx value: 6,000 gp)
Tools: 25 Spears, 16 bows, 200 arrows
Boons: Melee (Exceptional)
Tribe name: Visceral Claws

>>3014698
A) We must be on alert, prepare the villagee for war

"We must ready ourselves for war." You said rising to your feet. "I will not risk these interlopers at our door." The shaman nodded, it was probably the course he wished as well. "Instruct Omtept to keep from the skies, if battle comes I'd rather he be out of the enemies battle plans."

"A wise decision Chieftain." The shaman said as he rose. "I shall inform Thesik at once and inform you if I divine anything else." He gave a slight bow. You returned it before leaving the tent, the warriors needed to be readied.

The village was a whirlwind of running feet and yelping young lings. The women and children were ushered into huts with guards outside. Food provisions and water were gathered and stored. The females were competent fighters on your own, but you had decided it was more vital to protect them, you had males to spare."Chieftain." A voice broke into your thoughts. You turned towards the noise to see a male carrying am array of spears. "We have fashioned 10 additional spears and a few more arrows, it should be enough to arm all of our warriors." His head was bowed as he spoke.

"And what about armor? Will our troops be protected?"

"I'm sorry sir, we do not have time to fashion them, we will need many more hunts and at least a week to ensure a proper result." His voice was low as he spoke. Irritation itched at your face, the scales of your people were tough by nature, but they afforded little protection against proper weaponry. Much less arrows or spears.

A) Send a scouting party, we need more information
B) Gather the resources you need, our men need armor
C) We should hunker down, let the enemy come to us
D) Other

Population: 63 (34 males, 29 females, 8 younglings)
Dragons: Omtept (Bronze,Juvenile)
Resources: Dragon Treasure hoard (approx value: 6,000 gp)
Tools: 35 Spears, 16 bows, 250 arrows
Tribe name: Visceral Claws

>>3014765
B) Gather the resources you need, our men need armor
Just avoid western island

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"Gather what you need, our island is safe for now and we haven't seen anything to the north. A week will take too much time, it must be done in 3 days." Your voice was stern but you tried to ease his unrest. You thought to say something else but no words came forth, before you knew it the male had bowed and ran off. You turned your gaze out to the sea, wondering what the strange creatures really were.

Three days passed and the interlopers still had not shown themselves. The village was as well defended as ever, each male was fashioned armor and given a weapon. You had enough food to endure a week long siege before spoiling. It was a decent position but not without its own frustrations. Vertax could discern nothing with his magic, the fog would persist until the creatures left the area. "I can scout their tracks." He grumbled as he tore into a fish. "But any form of direct observation gives me shadows and smoke." His voice had taken on an unfamiliar tone, he was aggravated.

"Our hunters have seen smoke rising from the island." You said flatly. "They must have made camp or a settlement."

"We would do well in a siege." The old lizard responded with a swish of his tail. "Even stone crumbles before Omtept." His eyes sparkled in the morning light.

"Omtept grows impatient, Thesik tells me he does not like being grounded." You took a gulp of water from a nearby bowl. "I had planned to use him for the ships, it would cut off any means to escape."

"The ships might have heavy armaments and whatever mage is obscuring my spells." The shaman's voice was back to its usual monotone. "His scales are stronger than steel but I have no idea his resistance to magic."

"You haven''t tested it yourself?" You asked with a chuckle.

"We don't all wish to goad the dragon." Vertax cracked a slight smile. "That seems to be a trait unique to you." You both laughed, even in this tense time humor could be found.

"My lords!" A voice called from outside the hut and an bone clad male appeared in the doorway. "We can see the ships from our shore, they have released boats!"

A) Ready the defenses, we will make the first strike
B) Perhaps an emmissary?
C) Allow Omtept his fun
D) Other

Population: 63 (34 males, 29 females, 8 younglings)
Dragons: Omtept (Bronze,Juvenile)
Resources: Dragon Treasure hoard (approx value: 6,000 gp)
Tools: 35 Spears, 16 bows, 250 arrows
Boons: Melee (Exceptional)
Tribe name: Visceral Claws

>>3014929
>A) Ready the defenses, we will make the first strike
Well lets see where the boats are headed, we need those ships intact if we want leave these islands during our lifetime

"Ready our defenses at the beachead, we will strike them first before they can make landfall!" The male sprinted off at your words with you not far behind. You turned back towards Vertax and called. "Keep Omtept hidden for now, I want their ships intact!." The elderly lizard nodded and made his way back towards the temple, you hoped he would join the battle quickly.

You arrived at the beach to see a crowd of warriors gathered, Your archers had positioned themselves knee deep in surf, they could strike further. You saw the boats as they glided across the water, 5 in total, long black canoe shaped vessels. Each bore a flag in the same manner the shaman had described, the red cloth flapped angrily in the wind. They were still to far too make anything out, but each boat was clearly filled with passengers, you estimated each ship to carry 10 men.

Something bothered you, an invasion force would not attack in the late morning under bright sunlight, whats more they could clearly see your warriors ready to receive them. Yet they made no signs of slowing or changing course. "It could be a trick." You thought, "avoid our ranged attack where they would be at a disadvantage." The archers knocked arrows and readied themselves. They would let fly at your command.

A)Fire!
B) Hold!
C)Warning shot
D) Other

Population: 63 (34 males, 29 females, 8 younglings)
Dragons: Omtept (Bronze,Juvenile)
Resources: Dragon Treasure hoard (approx value: 6,000 gp)
Tools: 35 Spears, 16 bows, 250 arrows
Boons: Melee (Exceptional)
Tribe name: Visceral Claws

>>3015034
>C)Warning shot
This does not seem like an attack

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"Give the a warning shot." You called at the waiting archers. "Aim for the lead boat." An archer nodded and drew back his bow, after a moment he released the arrow.

You watched the arrow soar through the crisp air, it traced a graceful arc before diving down, disappearing into the water a few feet before the vessel. "A perfect shot." You thought as you watched the boats. They did not change course or stop, in fact you could hardly see the figures move at all save for their rowing. It was as though the arrow had never been fired. The boats kept pace and before long you could finally make out the details distance had made obscure. Their banner bore a black sword struck through a thorned wreath, its crimson fabric was well kept but tattered from the ocean winds. The passengers were even more peculiar, lean and pale faced with heavy shadows around the eyes, they almost looked like skulls. As they drew closer you could make out that they all wore a tight fitting black armor, with gracefully inlaid designs. You were reminded of your time held captive by the High elves, they moved with a similar grace and poise but lacked the opulence and heraldry you had come to hate. What were these creatures?

A) Open Fire!
B) Make way to receive them
C) Another warning shot
D) Other

Population: 63 (34 males, 29 females, 8 younglings)
Dragons: Omtept (Bronze,Juvenile)
Resources: Dragon Treasure hoard (approx value: 6,000 gp)
Tools: 35 Spears, 16 bows, 250 arrows
Boons: Melee (Exceptional)
Tribe name: Visceral Claws

>>3015108
A) Open Fire!
Well here we go then

There wasn't any time to debate, you had fired a warning shot, anything non hostile would have raised a banner or at least reacted. These beings were hostile, you were sure of it. "Open fire!" You roared and raised the macuahuitl high. The archers obeyed and soon a black cloud was whistling towards the vessels. The arrows were aimed well and as the tips began their arc downward you were sure they would strike home.

But they didn't.

Instead you watched in horror as the volley passed through the ships like smoke, vanishing into the blue waves beneath. The figures were still as though nothing had happened, they merely kept on rowing.

"Again!" You bellowed, it was hard to keep the fear from your voice. The archers knocked and fired again, this time almost level with the ships themselves. Yet the arrows passed through the wood with ease, with no sound or resistance. The boats drew closer. Panic was spreading among your warriors, this was unlike anything you had ever seen. They were hardly 50 feet from the shore now.

"Magic!" A deep voice called from behind. "It is an illusion!" Vertax came running from the village, his staff now serving as a cane. "They attack our rear, from the forest!" His eyes were wild and fearful.

"To the village!" You ordered, turning up the sandy beach. "Defend the village!" The warriors followed, a chorus of enraged roars and gnashing teeth. As you passed Vertax began to chant, his eyes closed and arms outstretched. He was breathless, struggling to utter each word of power as he summoned the magic to him. When his eyes opened a wave of green energy swept from his fingertips and out across the water. The coruscating blast blew apart the surface water and collided with the illusory force, which burst into a thick mist. Carried out to see by the winds.

You arrived at the center of the villager just in time to see the first figures break from the trees. They were agile and lean, armed in the same way the illusions on the boats had been, with flowing silver hair and pointed ears. "Kill them all!" Your order was echoed by the warriors of your tribe and you charged at the emerging line with great haste. You gefted the dragon tooth cudgel and brought the razor teeth directly through the chest of the first invader. The blade passed through him like air and instead of blood and flesh you were met with a cloud of thick mist. You stumbled from your own blow and scanned the battlefield around you. Some of your warriors had found purchase in real enemies, their spears wet with the gore of a fresh kill, while others shared your same fate. Clouds of mist dotted the battlefield. Another creature came at you, his curved blade gleaming in the bright sun. You parried his strike and countered with a swipe of your own heavy tail, you were rewarded with a lound crunch. His form crumpled against the weight of the blow and you followed with a swift stomp, driving your claws deep into his chest.

These creatures were crafty but seemed ill suited for combat, their lean forms broke with ease. As you pulled your claws from the corpse two more came into view, one wielded a pair of daggers while another rushed in with his spear. You dodged the first thrust and brought macuahuitl through his torso, the dragon teeth piercing the light armor and flesh beneath with ease. Blood poured from the wound as you pulled the blade through like a saw, taking great chunks of flesh and organ with it. The second came in from the flank, a piercing warcry erupted from her lips as she slashed with gleaming knives. You narrowly avoided her strikes and parried with your own. Splashes of liquid struck your face. She pivoted and kicked at your legs, but the blow was not strong enough to topple you, you roared in challenge and brought your weapon in a vicious down stroke, the array of teeth piercing her from head to waist. You pulled the blade from her flesh with a satisfying *schlick*. You noticed her blades dripped with a faint green oil. "Poison!" You spat on her corpse.

A) Press through the forest
B) Seek out Vertax
C) Defend the women and children
D) Other

Population: 63 (34 males, 29 females, 8 younglings)
Dragons: Omtept (Bronze,Juvenile)
Resources: Dragon Treasure hoard (approx value: 6,000 gp)
Tools: 35 Spears, 16 bows, 217 arrows
Boons: Melee (Exceptional)
Tribe name: Visceral Claws

Cunning, but not enough to beat us.
>>3015257
B) Seek out Vertax, warriors defend the village
See if he can scry if there are more in our island, before we launch an counter attack

"Drive them back!" You called across the battlefield, you were met with a deafening chorus of roars and snarls. Despite their trickery, the battle was going well. You tore off through the village in search of Vertax, you hoped he could divine their numbers or locations. As you ran you were grateful that none of the corpses were of your own men and offered a silent prayer to the Gods that it should remain that way. You found Vertax near the temple, A half dozen charred corpses lie scattered. He was leaning against the wooden wall with his chest heaving. "Vertax!" You called in alarm. The old lizard held up a wrinkled hand.

"I'm fine Chieftain." The shaman said through labored breaths. "I'm simply too old for this." He spat at one of the smoking bodies. "They break like dry leaves but are quicker and more slippery than fish." You placed a hand on your ancient comrade to steady him before speaking.

"Our warriors are driving them back, as you said they are weak." You continued before he could speak. "I need you to divine their location or numbers before we launch a counter attack, the creatures coat their blades in poison. I suspect they might have set traps for us." Vertax nodded, his breathing was becoming more stable.

"Those cursed illusions too." He said bitterly, "A cowardly form of magic, they seem to be endless."

"I am certain they have a spell caster on the island." You said angrily. "Find him if you can, that I might whet my teeth on his spine."

"Rejoin the battle." The shaman said as he made his way towards the temple entrance. " I shall inform you when I find something." His eyes crackled with blue energy. You nodded and made your way back to the fighting. You cut through another five enemies with a dozen more illusions to follow them. A group of warriors stood guard outside the shelter huts, their fangs barred as they tore apart their attackers. You joined in the slaughter, dodging spear thrusts and scimitar slashes, the arsenal these things brought to bear was impressive. Suddenly a piercing horn cut through the sounds of battle, the deep note rumbled through the forest and into the village like a wave of energy. You gritted sharp teeth as they rattled in your head.

The thunder of feet rumbled within the tree line as another horn blast shook your bones. Before you could react nearly a dozen monsters burst from the trees, splintered wood marking their arrival. The beasts were large and wide with four powerful legs they churned up grass and soil. The resembled a boar but a far more hideous and monstrous boar than you had ever seen. Their tusks were capped with metal coverings and you see the poison flying as they ran. Atop each beast sat a pair of riders, the same pale creatures you had been fighting. One steered the savage boar and the other loosed arrows from a black bow. It would seem the Calvary had arrived.

You charged at the animals as did your allies, fear was not known to a lizardman on the battlefield.

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A boar angled itself towards you, its gaping maw revealing rows of troll like teeth. You bellowed a challenge and raised the macuahuitl while its rider sneered from afar. A barbed arrow whistled passed you shoulder.

Roll 1d100
70-100 critical success
36-69 success
15-35 minor failure
1-14 catastrophe

Rolled 93 (1d100)

>>3015479
Well they came in prepared

A spear flew high over your head as you charged, the sharp weapon burying itself deep into the riders breast. He choked out a scream as the spear carried him off the boar, you heard a snap as he hit the ground.

The distance was closing, you could almost feel the beasts hot breath as it squealed ahead of you. You raised your weapon and sidestepped, bringing the bone cudgel forward in a horizontal swing with both hands. The boar charged, too slow and stupid to dodge the dragon teeth that pierced its mottled hide. When the weight of the club came into the play the teeth had already pierced its forehead and you could almost feel the bone splinter against the force. You strained and drove the swing further, feeling the razor teeth dig into the splintered skull, the animal howled in pain.

But it kept running. Its own momentum dragged the brutal saw through its head, then the neck, and finally along its flank. A tooth caught one of the beasts thick ribs and the blade stuck fast in your hand. You whirled around tugging the club loose before the boar dragged you with it. The monster carried itself forward a few steps, the 5 foot gash it bore spilled blood like a river. The monster fell forward, its broken skull spilling innards as it slid along the slick dirt. You watched the rider tumble off the dead beast, his face a twisted visage of terror. You almost allowed yourself a smile as you brought the stained cudgel to bear, its piercing edge ended the pitiful creature before he could muster a scream.

You looked out across the village, a few of the boars were dead, though others had wreaked their own havoc on your forces. You counted at least three dead from your own and destroyed remnants of hut added to the carnage. You hefted the macuahuitl and charged off towards more enemies, you would avenge the fallen.

And with that I've got some real life matters to attend to so I'll be pausing here. The thread should resume later tonight, I'll make a post when I get a better estimate of the time. Thank you for everyone who has participated thus far. I encourage you all to think of a strategy for the remaining fight or even discuss who you think the enemy might be!

Alright op here, judging by the look of things I'll be resuming the thread tommorow morning around 11am

>>3016371
>The thread should resume later tonight, I'll make a post when I get a better estimate of the time
I was waiting for that post OP

>>3016414
Sorry about that, real life got in the way

The macuahuitl tore through enemies one after another, leaving a trail of gore and mist in its wake as you carved your way across the village. The boars were fearsome adversaries to be sure, but dull and poorly organized. You pulled the dragon teeth from another corpse with a wet sucking sound, the enemy seemed endless, this was more endurance test than battle. Yet that was not entirely true, remorse stuck in your breast like an arrow as you saw the corpses of fallen comrades, the number had grown to six, nearly a fifth of your forces. You knelt near the nearest corpse, a medium sized lizard man, his clawed hands still clutching desperately at his spear. He had been gored by their cavalry, his midsection rent by tusk and tooth alike. His eyes were open and lifeless, they stared at you with a blankness that belied a world of agony in death. You placed a hand over them, pulling the lids shut, such was the price of war.

"Granak!" A voice called out to you through the lull in fighting. "I have found them!" The shamans ancient feet ran across the soaked grown with all the haste he could muster. "They attack from the western shoreline, the ships are anchored between our two islands." His voice struggled to produce each word as he sucked in wind with every pause. "The spell caster must be guiding the war effort from the ships or beachhead." The shaman feel to his knees and you quickly grabbed at his shoulders, worry evident on your face. "I need only to rest." Vertax struggled to get the words out over his desire for air. "Take care Granak, their mage must be powerful to make so many illusions, I doubt their trickery stops there."

A) Attack the ships
B) Lead a spearhead towards the beach
C) Defend the village, wear them out
D) Other

Population: 57 (28 males, 29 females, 8 younglings)
Dragons: Omtept (Bronze,Juvenile)
Resources: Dragon Treasure hoard (approx value: 6,000 gp)
Tools: 35 Spears, 16 bows, 217 arrows
Boons: Melee (Exceptional)
Tribe name: Visceral Claws

Welcome back
>>3017493
B) Lead a spearhead towards the beach

>>3017654
Thanks m8, im gonna write up a post and then pop off for a few hours to run some errands. Writing now

"The Gods curse them for their cowardice shaman." You said steadying the aged lizard with a firm hand. "We will kill them all and take their ships." You gave a slight smile, "This is fortune my old friend, the Gods smile upon us once more." The shaman gave a nod and stood up, leaning heavily against his staff.

"I will join you, the presence of a mage bothers me." He turned and began towards the tree line. " Come quickly, every moment is another crafted deceit by these pale cretins."

Your troops pushed through the forest with great haste. The shaman was correct, the invading scum had set traps along the path , but your warriors were hardier than they had anticipated. Poison darts bounced off scaled hides and the hastily dug pitfalls did little to stymie your advance. Before long you could see the beach from the treeline.

The black ships were anchored in the deepest water between the two islands and you could just make out figures moving along the decks and rigging. From the ships, like a trail of ants came boats, much like the illusion ones you had fired at earlier. You counted at least a dozen more. The beach itself was a hastily organized mess of an invasion force, tents had been erected while crates of supplies dotted the shoreline. Men and women could be seen running to and fro, the air reeked of panic. A bony finger came beside your head, its clawed tip trembling witch age. " There." Vertax growled. "The mage is in that tent, I can smell his foul magic like dung." The tent was larger than the others, it flew the same flag the ships did and guards could be seen on all sides. Archers were fortifying positions facing the tree line while other soldiers hammered sharpened stakes into the sand.

"They're expecting an attack." You said half amused.

"We should devise a plan of attack, they are not expecting Omtept." Vertax said as his eyes flashed red.

A) All out charge
B) Siege them from afar with dragon's fire
C) Other

Population: 63 (34 males, 29 females, 8 younglings)
Dragons: Omtept (Bronze,Juvenile)
Resources: Dragon Treasure hoard (approx value: 6,000 gp)
Tools: 35 Spears, 16 bows, 217 arrows
Boons: Melee (Exceptional)
Tribe name: Visceral Claws

If you have any additions to your chosen plan feel free to write them out. I should be resuming the thread in 2-3 hours but I will be monitoring on mobile if anyone has questions or concerns.

>>3017708
B) Siege them from afar with dragon's fire
Burn them all, turn the beach into glass.
After that we can charge to the ships

>>3017820
alright im back and ill begin writing now. Thanks for your patience m8

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"No," You said breaking into a toothy smile. "They won't."

It took a scarce few minutes after Vertax made contact with Thesik before you heard the ominous roar of Omtept. You watched on morbid delight as the pale creatures scattered first at his distant roar, then at the shadow he cast. Omtept shone like beacon as he flew across the clear blue sky, the sound of his wingbeats the rising of inevitable doom. The first gout of flame struck along the waters edge, incinerating the few boats and soldiers that had made landfall. Water boiled into clouds of lethal steam as the enemy soldiers screamed in agony. Skin burst and charred instantly where the fire struck, while those nearby coughed and retched as they breathed in the scorching air. You marveled at the destruction while Omtept circled around for another pass. The dragon had learned so much in the last two years, knowing to cut off the escape route and drive the prey deeper into danger was something you had practiced over countless hunts. But you were more impressed at the sheer destruction his fire could wreak. As a youngling his flame was hot but would dissipate after the initial attack, only lingering on the helpless creatures it burned. Now Omtept could spew a sticky napalm from his gullet, lighting an entire battlefield aflame for hours . The next pass saw fire pouring along the forward defenses, the liquid fire splashing off the packed sand and washing onto the helpless defenders. It was too far to see but you knew all too well the effects of dragon fire on flesh. The liquids in their bodies would boil and turn to vapor in an instant, eyes would melt, skin would burn and dry so fast it would rupture and crack with each movement. Even those that survived the initial hellfire would find themselves choking on the burning ash of their comrades. "A fitting death for these vermin." You thought maliciously.

Omtept had encircled the enemy camp in a ring of liquid fire, pushing the cowardly creatures together in the center. The enemy was in a panic as archers fired at will hoping to bring the fire beast down. It was of no use, their metal arrows simply bounced off the metal hide of Omtept, his great form circled for the final pass.

Roll 1d100
80-100 critical success
40-79 success
20-39 minor failure
1-19 catastrophe

Rolled 30 (1d100)

>>3018058

The great dragon banked around and centered himself along the stretch of beach. Already you could see the aflame areas beginning to sparkle beneath the orange light and corpses, the beach...and their army would be naught bust dust and glass soon enough.

His great maw opened and orange death spilled forth onto the beach, the napalm spreading and mixing with the rest. He kept breathing as he flew, the torrent of super heated flame killing everything in its path. He was nearing the largest tent and you relished the idea of the cowardly mage being reduced to cinders before his pitiful magic could take effect. Any moment now...

When the moment came for the dragons fire to wash the tent away like loose sand in the tide a great flash of light consumed the battlefield. You covered you eyes in pain as they began to water, peering through the smallest cracks to see just what had happened.

A shimmering barrier encircled the tent and its remaining soldiers. The thin veil coruscating like spiders silk as it hung in the air. Yet Omtepts fire was still spewing forth, and endless stream of certain death. You watched in a mix of horror and amazement as the orange napalm struck the barrier and and wrapped around its magical walls, but did not penetrate. The archers within the magical fortress knocked and loosed arrow as fast as they could, a steady stream of arrows aimed at the now hovering dragon. Their strikes passed through the barrier without pause and danced off the dragons armored hide. Omtept roared and flew over the barrier, striking from different sides with gouts of fire. Yet each new strike was as ineffective as the last , Vertax cursed as he watched with you. Suddenly a purple bolt streaked from the tent like a comet, its tail leaving a glittering trail as it flew towards Omtept. The bolt struck the mighty dragon square in the chest, knocking the winged beast away from the barrier. Omtept's flame sputtered and ceased as he recoiled from the blow, almost striking the ground before regaining himself. Another bolt lanced outward but the young dragon dodged, the magical missile missing him by mere inches. A thick smoke began to emanate from the tent, quickly filling the bubble with an impenetrable gray screen. More bolts shot from the dome, striking the dragon with great force. You heard him roar in pain.

A) Overload the barrier! Charge now!
B) Omtept will break it, we must wait
C) Our magic is superior!
D) Other

Population: 57 (28 males, 29 females, 8 younglings)
Dragons: Omtept (Bronze,Juvenile)
Resources: Dragon Treasure hoard (approx value: 6,000 gp)
Tools: 35 Spears, 16 bows, 217 arrows
Boons: Melee (Exceptional)
Tribe name: Visceral Claws

>>3018096
C) Our magic is superior!
If this does not work we can always go around and attack ships

Vertax's eyes sparked with red light as he gnashed his teeth in anger. "Impertinent fools!" He snarled. "To strike at the child of the Gods!" His hands crackled with magical might as he began to weave a spell. You watched him perform the incantation, feeling the rising magic power the shaman was gathering. The air became electric and the energy he formed shifted from blue to green withe each word, growing in intensity every moment..

Suddenly the shaman eyes rolled forward and the spell exploded from his fingertips. From his hands burst an ethereal blue dragon maw, its magical roar drowning out the pained Omtepts as it tore from the trees across the sand. Lightning arced off the magical beast, leaving charred craters int he sand as it passed.

Roll1d100
95-100 critical success
60-94 success
15-59 minor failure
1-14 catastrophe

Rolled 16 (1d100)

>>3018134

The spell struck the barrier with all the force of a thunderclap, sending ripples of force along the bubbles surface. For a moment, it looked like the barrier would break, rent apart by the force of Vertax's spell. Yet it held. You watched the smoldering crater left behind by the explosion with horror, if even that was not enough, what else could be?

Vertax leaned heavily on his staff, he had already been exhausted from the events of the day and that spell had consumed most of his magical energy. "I have nothing left Granak." He panted. "Any other spells would take a ritual for me to complete." The shamans voice was grave and low. "I'm sorry."

"There is no need." You said sternly. "You did what you could, clearly these creatures specialize in hiding behind their magic." You turned your gaze back at the camp, the haze of the flames made everything shimmer and dance in the hot air. Purple missiles still streaked through the air, a few more struck Omtept, the dragon could not bear much more. "Order Omtept to retreat." You told the shaman. "We must regroup for now and devise a new strategy ." The shaman nodded as he reached his mind towards Thesik.

A) Encircle the camp, starve them out
B) Launch an attack on the boats (how many do you send? How do you attack?)
C) Demand a surrender
D) Other

Population: 57 (28 males, 29 females, 8 younglings)
Dragons: Omtept (Bronze,Juvenile)
Resources: Dragon Treasure hoard (approx value: 6,000 gp)
Tools: 35 Spears, 16 bows, 217 arrows
Boons: Melee (Exceptional)
Tribe name: Visceral Claws

C) Demand a surrender
We've crush most of their forces and clearly had much more then they were prepared for. A attack may be to costly for both of us.

Also demand to know why they're here.

You watched the flames dance around the magical barrier as Omtept began his retreat. He was followed by more of the magical barrage, their sparkling tails leaving glittering streaks in the air. You were thankful the dragon seemed unharmed. You rose to your full height, green scales caked in layers of now dry blood. "We march on the barrier." You commanded. "To demand surrender." You turned your gaze to the kneeling shaman. "Have Omtept circle the area, we might have need of his strength again." The old lizard nodded, his breath was becoming more steady.

You broke from the trees in ordered ranks, a slow and steady march down the gentle slope to the sands. You kept your eyes fixed on the shimmering barrier, wary of those magical bolts that had stunned even Omtept. You could see the enemies archers from ranks, knock arrows and stand at the ready. You swallowed the lump that was forming in your throat. Many would die if the enemy struck first. Your brigade stopped a few feet from the magical shield. "Will the lord of this encampment come forth!" You called in a commanding tone. "There is no more need for bloodshed." Silence greeted you, only the tension from the archers knocked arrows could be felt. Finally figures emerged from the large tent, 10 in all. Most of them resembled the soldiers you had slaughtered earlier, though they wore heavier armor and carried a sword and heavy shield. The head figure was clad in an ornate dark purple robe, he bore a large staff, similar to Verstax, yet his was forged of some black metal and bore a bright purple gem at its head. The procession stopped just shy of the barrier wall, the soldiers steps coming to a halt with a loud thud. "I am Granak, Chieftain of the Visceral Claws." You planted the head of the macuahuitl in the soft sand.

"I am Ounvus, Grand Magus to the Thorned King." His voice was smooth like silk, each syllable flowed off his tongue like clear water.

"We have come to ask for your surrender." You continued as you eyed the mage. He was shorter than you by at least a foot and bore the same frail form as his kin. You would tear him to pieces were the accursed barrier not between you. "Your people have suffered many losses, you will starve beneath your magic shield, encircled by dragons fire."

"You think we have lost much?" Ounvus said flatly. "Our ships bear more soldiers, your dragon cannot patrol the skies forever." You saw his eyes flick upward for the briefest moment, as though checking for Omtept.

A) Call his bluff
B) Taunt him
C) Bluff
D) Other

What do you intend to do if surrender is reached? Will you take them as slaves, offer a sacrifice to the Gods, or engage in jolly co-operation?

I would vote but I was busy and now have to sleep
Make new thread pls
I know the feeling of no one responding to your posts. Make you get the feels

>>3018701
>boast of our warriors skills in arms and threaten to burn their ships, leaving them stuck here.

I think we aim to get ships and knowledge to sail them, getting an ally would be plus, as worthless as they are in straight fight.

>demand that they handle over two ships, half of their weapons and teach us how to sail, and we will let them go.
If they want to negotiate, we can agree to just with one ship and knowledge of sailing. We see later if there is possiblity of co-working as raiders or something else.

>>3019284
>>3018907

Ive made a new thread and will be using the suggestions posted here. Thank you guys for your time

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