Antologías de Draulilfa:

Races:

Humans: Trapped in the frozen continent of Winlia, humans adapted to a hostile land, becoming more creative. Additionally, they developed close ties with the Hogorcs, Frostbeard Dwarves, and Snow Elves, granting you +1 to any statistic of your choice.

Elves: After the cataclysm, the elves split into three sub-races. Influenced by the lands they were exiled to, they adapted to ensure survival.

Forest Elves: These elves hold their green kingdoms in Valia. For a long time, they kept themselves apart from other races, considering them unworthy and inferior. This changed five hundred years ago when the Millennial Queen Zeri'dal decreed the Law of the End of Exile. Of druidic beliefs, these elves are raised from a young age to live in harmony with nature and to be skilled hunters. You can choose between +1 to Dexterity or Wisdom, or proficiency in Survival checks.

Desert Elves: The Desert Elves had to adapt to the warm climate of Belia. The relentless sun darkened their skin and made them somewhat shorter. They abandoned their druidic practices, focusing more on arcane and spiritual magic to make life in the desert easier. They used magic to shape sand into beautiful architecture alongside the Sandbeard Dwarves. You get +1 to Intelligence or Charisma.

Snow Elves: Adapted to the cold ecosystem of Winlia, the Snow Elves relied on their knowledge of arcane magic and an alliance with the Frostbeard Dwarves to survive. Their skin changed to pale tones, sometimes even bluish. Accustomed to cold climates, they often wear little clothing in warmer regions. They gain +1 to Intelligence or Wisdom.

Dwarves: Short in stature but with big hearts, the dwarves, like the elves, were divided by the cataclysm, forming three dwarf clans: the Sandbeards, the Mossbeards, and the Frostbeards.

Sandbeards: The Sandbeard Dwarves lived as nomads for a long time, dedicating themselves to trade and exchange. They eventually allied with the Desert Elves, creating some of the largest cities in Belia, which are almost entirely dedicated to commerce and entertainment. You get +1 to Constitution or Charisma, or proficiency in Persuasion.
Barbamusgo: The moss-beards adapted quickly to a life of agriculture and mining, being the luckiest of the clans. The moss-beard dwarves had no trouble adapting to the fertile lands of Valia, allying with the Buffaltos for greater security. Their fortress-cities cover several peaks and hills, metropolises where prosperity abounds. You gain a +1 to CON or STR or proficiency in Athletics.

Barbaescarcha: Adapted to the hostile environment of Winlia, the frost-beards are much rounder and hairier, experts in smithing and mining. These dwarves founded the so-called smelting cities, which are warm refuges for all races. They coexist with the Snow Elves, the Hogorcos, and humans, always warm and festive. The wretched continent they inhabit has failed to freeze their hearts. You gain a +1 to CON or DEX or a custom weapon.

Buffaltos: Formerly anthropomorphic bovines, the current Buffaltos resemble humans or elves more than their ancestors, except they keep hooves on their feet, horns, ears, and their great size. Many believe this change in appearance is due to the influence of certain deities, but there is no proof to back this theory. With a serene character and immense strength, the Buffaltos usually live peacefully as farmers or herders, though some sometimes go on adventures in the world. You gain a +1 to STR or CON or proficiency in Athletics.

Hogorcos: Humanoid in appearance but with a pig's face, the Hogorcos are natural survivors, adapted to the hostile climate of Winlia. The Hogorcos stood out for their excellent sense of smell and great physical strength. They added this to human intelligence and cunning, making them one of the dominant races of the continent. You gain a bonus to CON or proficiency in Survival or Animal Handling.

Goblins: Small, green, and chaotic. Before the Great Cataclysm, the goblins were nothing more than small tribes scattered here and there. No one knows what changed after the Cataclysm; it is only known that the once primitive and savage goblins now gathered in large groups, creating settlements and societies that grew larger and larger. Over time, they won the trust of the Alliance of the Dunes and the Zumin, establishing themselves as members of the alliance. You gain a +1 to INT or DEX or proficiency in any Intelligence-based skill.

Zumin: With large, round ears, the Zumin are a short-statured race that live as freely as they can. Zumin cities are places where people enjoy all kinds of pleasures. They are the ones prone to the life of adventure. You gain a +1 to DEX or CHA or you can be proficient in Persuasion, Deception, Acrobatics, or Sleight of Hand.

Classes:
Barbarian +3 Str, +1 Con and +1 Cha or Wis
Bard +3 Cha, +1 Dex and +1 Int or Wis
Cleric +3 Wis, +1 Con and +1 Int
Druid +3 Wis, +1 Con and +1 Str or Dex
Fighter +3 Str or Dex, +1 Con, +1 Int
Paladin +3 Cha, +1 Con and +1 Str
Rogue +3 Dex, +1 Int and +1 Cha
Wizard +3 Int, +1 Wis and +1 Con

Backgrounds: Backgrounds grant your character various bonuses, but some come with negative aspects in exchange for future plot lines and special powers.

Artisan: You dedicated your life to creation, you gain proficiency in Dexterity checks and +1 Dexterity point.

Acolyte: You dedicated your life to serving in a temple of a god or gods, you are proficient in Religion and Insight checks, you carry a holy symbol representing your beliefs and you have +1 Wisdom.

Charlatan: Sharp-tongued, you use your words to get what you want, you have proficiency in Deception and Sleight of Hand, you possess a false identity and the equipment needed to disguise yourself if the situation requires it, you also have a +1 to Dexterity or Charisma.

Criminal: You make your living outside the law and aren't afraid to get your hands dirty if necessary, you gain proficiency in Deception and Stealth, you have a set of dark clothes and a cloth hood or mask, a underworld contact in every city and +1 Dexterity.

Hermit: You isolated yourself from society, whether in search of answers or simply desiring solitude, yet that gave you time you used to study both the world and yourself, you are proficient in Medicine and Insight or Religion, in addition you have a bag of medicinal herbs that you can replenish while you are in open areas, you get +1 Wisdom.

Scholar: You dedicated your life to learning and teaching, a fanatic of books, stories and magic, you have gained proficiency in Arcana, History and Investigation, in addition to a magical quill and a personal diary in which you note your ideas and research, you get +1 Intelligence.

Hero of the People: From a tender childhood you showed a charitable and kind spirit, your deeds led you to become the hero of your native village who gave you a personalized weapon, you are proficient in Survival and Animal Handling, you get +1 Strength, Dexterity or Constitution.

Sailor: A good part of your life you spent at sea, facing the inclement weather and terrible waves, whether as a crew member of a merchant fleet or a fierce pirate raiding merchants, you are proficient in Athletics and Insight, in addition you get +1 Strength or Wisdom.
Orphan: Child of no one or child of all, as an orphan your life was left in your hands, you shaped your capabilities to allow you to put food in your mouth and keep living in this world that is more hostile than it appears, you are competent in two skills of your choice, these will be listed further down and you get a +1 to a statistic of your choice.

Noble: Born into the bosom of a noble house, your whole life your mind has been filled with the idea that you are someone superior and that you must prove it, some believe this blindly and others just take advantage of this status to enjoy the benefits without worrying about the responsibilities, you are competent in history and persuasion, you possess a rapier as an additional weapon and you get a +1 to Dexterity or Charisma.

Savage: Born and raised in nature, for you the rule of kill or die is the primordial rule, you have traveled through inhospitable lands, you have encountered terrible creatures and you have survived every encounter, you are competent in Survival and Athletics, you have +1 to Strength or Wisdom.

Soldier: You have dedicated your life to war, since you can remember all your time was spent looking for ways to become a more effective instrument of war, combat is your priority whether you seek martial supremacy or just the adrenaline of a deathmatch, you are competent in Intimidation, Athletics or Investigation, you start with a weapon of your choice, you get +1 to Strength, Dexterity or Charisma.

Tormented: An empty shell whose memories have been lost, vague fragments torment you with horrible acts which you don't know if you were a mere witness or perpetrator, you are competent in two skills of your choice, you get a +1 to a statistic of your choice, you possess the dark urge, a sinister desire that fills you with uncontrollable urges to kill or rape at the player's choice, at a certain point you will not be able to contain your urges.

Chosen: One or several deities have chosen you as their emissary in this world, you are competent in two skills of your choice, you get a +1 bonus to a statistic of your choice, you are protected by the temples dedicated to those gods but in exchange the followers of the rival deities will seek to assassinate you.

Skills:

Strength
Athletics

Dexterity
Acrobatics
Sleight of Hand
Stealth

Intelligence
Arcana
History
Investigation
Nature
Religion

Wisdom
Medicine
Perception
Insight
Survival
Animal Handling

Charisma
Deception
Performance
Intimidation
Persuasion

>>4066
Do you have pics of how the Buffalos and the zumin look? It's to see if they fit with the appearance I want for my character

>>4065
>Name:
Grunt Err-WOOOOAAAAHH WHAT HUGE TITS!!!!
>Race:
Whatever you like most, Baby. Human +
>Gender:
Only with those Tits-eracaz.
>Age:
Between 17 and 23, I can't count.
>Class:
Barbarian (+3 Str, +1 Con, +1 Wis)
>Background:
Tormented +Con, +Medicine +Intimidation.
>Starting Gear:
His faithful sword, it has no name, he doesn't need one. He believes it has power against all evil, maybe it's true or maybe not, but it's very ancient; its material and shape say so with whispers.
>Biography:
Sorry, staring so hard at those ENORMOUS Tits-eracaz made me forget to introduce myself.... well, really I don't remember much in general.

I don't remember my birth.
I don't remember my mother.
I don't remember a name that belongs to me.

My first memories are of stone and fire.

I lived far from towns, in a place where the magic remnants still oozing from the ground wounded by ancient wars.. A dead, broken, forgotten valley. There the trees grew twisted, as if listening to voices, and the wind whispered words in languages I never learned, but understood anyway. I don't know who left me there, nor why I survived when others didn't. Maybe no one left me. Maybe I just appeared, like wounds appear.

I ate what I hunted. I slept when my body collapsed. I learned to walk following beasts, to drink from puddles that glowed at night, to cover myself with poorly tanned furs. My body grew strong, but my mind.... my mind never really did.
Sometimes I talked to myself.
Sometimes someone answered me.

I lived in a region where the war hadn't ended completely, it had just been buried poorly. Fragments of the past emerged after the rains: bleached bones, twisted metal, symbols I didn't understand, but which caused me a painful familiarity. Sometimes I had visions I didn't know if they were memories. Cities falling. Green fire. Creatures that no longer exist. I was there.... or someone wearing my face was.

I don't know if they were spirits, memories that weren't mine, or fragments of something I was before. In Draulilfa, magic doesn't just change the flesh.... it stays in the bones, in the thoughts. I was full of it.

I dreamed of wars I never fought.
I dreamed of cities sinking.
I dreamed of a dragon looking at me as if it recognized me.

I woke up screaming.
One day I found iron. It wasn't a common sword. It was broken, eaten by time, but not defeated. Ancient bronze, a dull tone that turned green in the crevices, as if oxidation weren't corruption, but a ritual patina. The blade was wide and heavy, too long for a one-handed sword, designed to be wielded with both hands, as if whoever wields it must commit their whole body and will to every strike. The guard was worked with irregular spirals, not decorative, but intentional, symbols of a language I didn't recognize, yet my hands understood. There were no straight lines: everything flowed, as if the metal had been persuaded, not forced.

I repaired it in silence. I didn't forge it: that would have been arrogance. I simply restored its coherence, joining what time had separated. While working, I felt something moving inside me. Not a clear voice, but a pressure, an accumulation of ancient presences. I thought (and still think) that a weapon like this doesn't just hold battles, but the experience of war itself. That every death, every broken oath, every useless victory had soaked into its material. I believed that by wielding it I could access that strength, not as a gift, but as a shared burden.

I didn't name it. Names are forgotten, or lost. It simply was.

Since then, the voices have become clearer. Not always words: impulses, images, sudden desires for violence I didn't feel as mine, yet they were born inside me. Fragments of horrible acts assaulted me without warning. I didn't know if I had witnessed them, if I had committed them, or if they belonged to past lives that refused to vanish. That torment accompanies me always. I am a shell walking, and inside something is pounding, impatient. I fear the moment that something takes control. I fear it deeply. And yet, I cannot deny that, in moments of danger, that darkness gives me strength, clarity, a terrible calm.

I abandoned the valley because I understood that, if I stayed, I would eventually dissolve into it. My exit into the world was clumsy and distrustful. Towns felt alien to me, their norms incomprehensible. I felt they were watching my marked body, my prolonged silences, the archaic sword in my hands, as if I were a walking relic of something they preferred to forget. Maybe I am.

I walk without a clear destination. I seek neither glory nor redemption. I seek to understand what I am before becoming what the voices desire. And I keep moving. Not because I have faith, but because stopping would mean listening too much.

And I am still not ready for that....

Also to declare my hand to those TITS, god, I have to find them, I have to take them to my cave and have many miniMies.

>Statistics:
Anthology
1.
>Skills:
<Wisdom
Medicine
<Charisma
Intimidation

>>4067

Buffalo have a generally humanoid appearance, the only notable difference from humans would be their size, horns, ears, tail and hoofed feet, thanks to the influence of magic on the land and certain deities.

Zumin are the equivalent of hobbits in this world, they are quite friendly and tend to be quite short, although when mixed with races like humans or elves they can give birth to taller zumins, these have mouse ears and tails and some still retain prominent teeth.

>>4065
>Name:
Kara Forjafuego
>Race:
Human
>Gender:
Female
>Age:
24
>Class:
Warrior
Background:
Artisan
>Starting Equipment
Stats
Constitution: 14 (+2)
Strength: 15 (+2)
Dexterity: 12 (+1)
Intelligence: 16 (+3)
Wisdom: 10
Charisma: 10

>Anthology:
3

Very well, little guys, sorry for the prolonged absence, work has been a bit rough on me. Today during the day I'll start uploading shifts, I'll also post the available subclasses for the classes that the three used spots chose. Have a good night.

>>4071
Fuerza: 10
Destreza: 7
Constitución: 9
Inteligencia: 11
Sabiduría: 5
Carisma: 5

>>127036

<Victoria's Turn

There had been a while since you started your journey, you passed through various towns and met various individuals, you forged bonds that maybe in the future could be useful to you, and also gained enemies who at some point could try to harm you, but you keep moving forward clinging to that treasure you found on that bloody night, almost as if it were destiny itself.

Now you were sitting on a bench in the middle of a small town, trying to take refuge from the treacherous desert, you were looking for some work to get some money, it was then that two situations caught your attention, a noble dwarf who seemed to be carrying a heavy purse, on the other hand there was an old woman zumin trying to get the help of the town guards, apparently she was having problems with one of the creatures that sometimes manage to sneak into the towns.

Two possibilities were presenting themselves to you, one offered a bigger reward in exchange for a bigger risk, the other might have a more humble reward but at least you ensure to forge a good reputation in this place, even if you're just passing through.

>>4068

You were in the middle of a town on the continent of Valia, you weren't sure of the name of this one and really it didn't matter to you at all, you simply limited yourself to observing the pedestrians with curiosity after all, for you, all of this civilization was something new. It was thus that you dedicated yourself to wandering through the city, your fleeting gaze swept over the people without really focusing on them, until suddenly your eyes landed on a woman in revealing clothes, all your attention focused on her, who was standing with a thoughtful expression in front of a striking building.

Before you could realize it you were close to her, one of your hands extended in search of grabbing one of the woman's huge breasts, which you did, drawing the woman's attention who looked at you with an expression of surprise and curiosity, it was thus that for a moment both made eye contact until she broke the silence.

Woman Buenota: I know my body is quite attractive, but that doesn't excuse you from ignoring your manners, Young man.

The woman commented while taking your hand away from her breast and proceeded to look you up and down, soon she became thoughtful and finally nodded to herself, she then looked you in the eyes, on her face was a serious expression.

Lemida: My name is Lemida, at the moment I'm looking for someone to help me on a mission, I have this job about escorting a noble, but it requires at least two people, I know we just met, but your appearance tells me you're a competent fighter, so, would you like to help me?

The woman asked while maintaining her serious expression, although your attention throughout this time had been on her breasts, you managed to hear the last thing she said, now you had to give a quick response.

Pass by the meta negrito, I have an idea I'd like to propose to you

O-OP?

Sorry, my dude, but I have a question: What relic is your character trying to recover? Because anthology three is about recovering a relic of possible magical origin that could cause an unprecedented catastrophe.

>>4074
I was super lolmuerto, but here is my first turn
I think I forgot to add a point for being Human in the statistics. If so, I add to Dexterity
Grunt Err-Tetazas

"Jumalauta....."

https://youtu.be/T_NTovYvWSY▾
"Uhhmggg"

>Tetaz.... Tetas. They are like the ones of a Steppe Mare, but rounder and bigger. My eyes were fixed, they were nailed without any courtesy or subtlety in their enormous front bumpers.

>I had walked, many moons.... Many suns. My bare feet marched under the grass, the mud and the rock until I reached this place guided by the whispers of the earth. Oh you, who knows and has no name, how have I come to conquer your desire, to achieve the hoda of being? My pupils dilate while my hand slowly approached and tried to grab her enormous and chubby female breast. But unfortunately it was stopped by the forces of destiny and carriers of those magumbos.

"......"

>I let out air from my nose, I look at her with furrowed eyebrows, while my fingers moved gracefully like worms trying to brush her nipple. I hadn't been in these strange and new lands for so long, strange people, new people, Not the only one, but there are people different from other people... They smell rich, make my pee funny.... What are they? They look small and weak, but it's not a child.

"Mitä arvellat, 'häi', onko tämä naikko minun kosketukseni arvoinen?"

"..."

"Hänet raskaaksi halajan saaja, hiuksista pois vetäjä, a naizet valehtelet."

>I whisper to my sword, but, those were very big breasts.... They were like the sugar of honey, they soaked my fingers, and sweetened my mind, and although the bees stung my face, my hand went into that jelly. I wanted to grab my claws and suck that nursing nipple and fill my stomach with skimmed milk like homemade cheese.

"...."

"¿uh?"

"Uh, en Cy Si"

>I say with a strong accent, but I didn't hear anything that she said, only I bring my other hand closer, since the first one was stopped by her grip, and then.... I put it on her shoulder, more like grabbing with some force, my other hand as well. I move it a bit forward and back, and I say with a more determined voice.

"SI"

>I keep looking at her breasts, and without more I raise my eyebrows and touch her between the legs.... EH??? Not a second is my hand there, I pull it away and look at her, with a face so confused that it better expresses what my short language cannot explain.

"Mičči sinul ei ole člena?"

>My face changes from confused to worried, to scared.... She has no pito.

https://youtu.be/JTMf40ORFE8▾

>My eyes open wide, something in my brain clicked.... Grunt discovered that she is a woman.

>>4077

>Your hands sprinkle some makeup over your face, activating the magical trick Amistad, with the security of the trick you approach the old woman Zumin, greeting her in a polite and somewhat flirtatious manner, which you notice seems to please the little old woman.
>You give your name, a name you consider atypical for a man, but that maybe is due to the fact that you have not yet traveled much of the world, she looks at you for a few seconds, lost in your eyes until finally breaking the trance.

Tinc: My name is Tinc and indeed young, I have a small problem with a slime that got into my shed, that thing is going to end up with the few vegetables I have left, could you help me please?.

>Those last words said by the old woman were delivered with a sweet and somewhat weak tone, as if the old woman wanted to appeal to pity.
>In addition you had managed to get information that you would be facing, a slime, artificial beings created during the ancient wars of which you have barely heard oral stories from some old man who seemed more crazy or drunk.
>A slime should not be much of a problem and defeating it could ensure you a few coins or a place to stay along with a hot meal.

No black, that trick does not require you to roll dice

>>4078

>The woman stares at you for a few moments, her face shows a look of confusion, she looks quite confused, your behavior and the language you speak are things a woman like her has never dealt with.
>Nevertheless, the situation does not overwhelm the woman who quickly recovers her serious expression and takes your face making you look directly at her.

Lemida: I see you're new around here, the language you speak is not one she's familiar with and it doesn't seem like you know much of our language.

>The woman rummaged in the bag that was hanging on her hip and pulled out a small chain that she put around your neck, with a quick movement she placed this chain on you.

Lemida: Ready, this is a comprehension collar, this will allow us to communicate properly, now, as I told you earlier, my name is Lemida and I'm looking for someone to accompany me on a mission, would you be willing to help me?.

>Now the words of that woman were clearly in your mind, it was almost the same feeling of comprehension you had with the whispers, but much clearer and coherent.
>Lemida stood still waiting for your answer, her huge breasts were still the focus of your attention, but now there was a new interest in you, to discover what was hidden between the legs of that woman.

>>4080
Grunt Err-Tetazas

>My face is still confused, while the strange woman's hand holds my face. I look directly into her eyes, I don't blink, I understand little of what she says, but now at least I pay her a little attention.

":..."

"Sie olet čoma..."

>Then she puts something around my neck, the cold thin chain touches my skin, and by instinct, I move my head and my shoulders a bit due to the discomfort of having something around my neck, trying to move it a bit. I grab it with my hand and bite slightly that small medal that it has (as if it were an Olympic athlete with his medal), looking up and raising an eyebrow, but then....

"EhhH?"

>My mouth opens and drops that strange coin.... I had heard a voice. I look around, I look at my sword, I look at her, and my hand points at her, with my finger touching her forehead, it was her. She spoke, in my head, and I understood.... She presents herself with a sound, not as the name of things, horses, grass, trees and earth, but as the name of an individual, Lemida.

"Lemida..."

>She points at me.

"Yo ahhhhhhmmmm..... Grunt"

>I made up the name.

>She needed help from someone, and she asked me. I stay for a while thinking, I think a lot as you can see.... https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yBBkt1cljf0▾ But then I notice something in this woman, not her tits, I still see those, but something else.... What? Sure? I... Well, it's okay.... It can work, yes, it can work.

>They have talked, they have convinced me... I will give it a chance.

"Ayudarte.... ¿Ayudaré?.... Está bien"

>I look in the direction of the sun, I don't blink, I burn a bit my retinas. I open my arms staying in a T pose, tensed my muscles and unsheathed to «her». I cut the palm of my hand and I draw myself with the blood to the Sun on my chest. The contract had been signed.

"Tehämmö!"

>I sheath my sword at my waist, and accompany her if she walks.

"¿Tu eres una bruja?"

Lemida: It's a pleasure to meet you Grunt, I hope we can get along well.

>Once the presentation was finished you proceeded to perform a ritual as a sign that a contract had been made between the two, Lemida simply observed everything in silence, with an expression of curiosity, it didn't seem very concerned that you used your blood to paint your body.
>Once your ritual was completed the two would begin their journey towards the high residential area, while beginning their journey you asked Lemida if she was a witch, to which she looked at you with somewhat intimidating eyes.

Lemida: I am a paladin, I used to belong to a convent, but I realized that life in the cloister wasn't for me, for about five or six years now I have dedicated myself to working as an adventurer.

>The woman then focused her gaze on you and more specifically on your weapon, that old sword you picked up from that old battlefield where sometimes you could hear the screams of warriors who lost their lives who knows how many ages ago in that place.

Lemida: I suppose you are a barbarian, although I'm not sure where you come from, the language you speak is one I've never heard before and the sword you carry is designed in a way I remember seeing in old history books, could you tell me where you come from?.

>The woman asked in a calm tone, while stopping and looking you in the eyes, her expression as always completely serious and somewhat intimidating.

an immaculate smile, sweet talk, and an annoying heat coming from the star king watching this whole situation from his privileged throne in the sky. There he was, trying to win over the old woman with his fixed gaze and honeyed words—another flatterer, a swindler. His single visible eye, ocean-colored, doesn't blink often, and when it does, it's noticeably slow and calm, as if he's always aware of his own movements.

no guard has said anything to him yet for showing up out of nowhere and acting this way, but what matters is that the woman is talking to him, explaining her current predicament; apparently, she's a victim of a resource-stealing slime.

"Tinc, it's a beautiful name if I may say so."

"(A slime, huh...)"

a slime in her shed attacking her food supplies. He knows little about them other than that, according to legend, they were once a weapon in a war long forgotten by books and people—even the longest-lived. Incomprehensible creatures. Maybe it was his turn to investigate.

on top of all that, a question creeps into his mind: "Really, is no one going to help this woman? Not even the guards? What about her family?" That puts him slightly on edge, suggesting there might be more to this than meets the eye—but being this paranoid all the time wasn't his style, so he just plays along.

"Wow, so the guards won't help you with this? Where have all the good men gone? Once again justice proves its incompetence. And for this people actually pay taxes."

no wonder men like him were running loose all over the place.

"Very well then, I'll gladly help you. Please lead the way—it shouldn't be too difficult."

with his free hand, he gestures for her to go ahead, shifting to her side but never letting go of her hand. It's not long before his darkened boots start treading the path, walking side by side with the woman.

"Are you from this village? Do you have family here, Tinc?"

in the meantime, he tries to make conversation to gather information. Later, he'll ask—though if he has to squeeze an old woman for water and shelter, well... occupational hazards. That's the life of a swindler. He won't turn his nose up at it, even if his preferences lean toward smaller, greener women—because everyone has their tastes, even him.

>>4070

Padre: Kara, Kara, I need you to be quiet and listen carefully, a group of strangers has started attacking the town, I need you to take all the children and elderly to the hills and stay with them until this is over.

>Those would be the last words you would hear from your father, entrusting you with the responsibility of protecting the weak.
>Unfortunately both he and your mother, as well as several other longtime residents, were killed in minutes by those hooded figures.
>Since that tragic day you have dedicated yourself to following the trail of the hooded figures, not only seeking revenge, but also searching for a dangerous relic that these thieves stole and that your family was entrusted to protect for five generations.
>Currently you were in the small town of Vinkzlat, you had heard rumors that some hooded figures carrying a symbol similar to the one you found near one of the burned houses in the town had been seen loitering around the streets during the night.
>It was thus that you ended up in a small tavern in a remote corner of the city, which looked rather modest from the outside.
>Upon entering you were greeted by the cordial greeting of the Bartender, an old dwarf with a long and silver beard, his face reflected joy and kindness.

Bartender: Welcome to the Slime Ethical young lady, would you like to have something?

>The dwarf asked in a calm tone, while you surveyed the small establishment, noticing that there were a total of rres customers besides you, a goblin sitting at the bar, and a dwarf and a human talking at a table in a corner of the bar.

>>4083

>The old woman smiles sweetly when she hears you praise her name, making a small gesture to show that she had been a bit embarrassed.
>Her sweet expression changes to a more sad and defeated one when you mention the topic of the guards and how these are not willing to help an old, helpless grandmother.

Tinc: Well, the truth is that the guards here are barely equipped to deal with humanoids, a magical creature, even a slime, can be dangerous.

>The old woman comments with a tired tone while looking at one of the guards, it was clear that this was not the first time her requests for help had been ignored.
>Her face lit up when you mentioned that you would help her, taking your hands and thanking you with some tears in her face.

Tinc: Thank you, so much, so much thank you, come on, come on, this way.

>The old woman then began to guide you, holding one of your hands, as if you were her son or grandson, on her face there was a sweet smile and a slight blush.
>Although that radiant expression faded when you asked her if she had any family in this town, she shook her head with her head down.

Tinc: My brothers are dead or miles away and my husband died before we could have children.

>You could notice the sadness on the old woman's face, it was clear that loneliness was her only companion.

Tinc: Ah sorry, I didn't want to get so gloomy all of a sudden, come, come, this way.

>Her tone became more normal, but you could tell she was still a bit sad.
>While walking together you noticed how the houses looked more and more precarious and ruined, suddenly she stopped in front of a small house, it didn't look too bad, but you could tell the passage of time.

Tinc: The shed is in the back Victoria, please be careful.

>The old woman then opened the door for you, it was time to start thinking about how you would face the slime.

>>4082
>She tells me that she's not a witch, she's... a paladin and that.

"ahh...."

>Indeed I didn't understand a thing. I didn't know what a convent, or a paladin, or anything she told me was, so I just said "Ahh". She was definitely a strange woman, talking about strange things, probably hit her head as a kid or something, but it was interesting, I had never talked to another person before.

"Librarian?"

"I come from a place several moons away, where the wind is strong, and the mountains reach the horizon."

"The horses run across the steppe, and the snow is fierce in the winters"

"Where the sun doesn't sleep in summer and in winter it doesn't appear for times I can't count"

"Like that way" she pointed at the horizon

"I had never seen so many people, there only remain memories of old warriors"

"Skulls and rusted armor"

"Petäjästeppiän mua on kirottu vanhojen aijoin kadoksissa olleilla sieluilla. Miekanih, "häi", on se, ken mindua suojelou kaikelta pahalta."

"..."

"'She' is my sword"

"I have restored her with fire and stone"

"She is unique in her uniqueness and has never abandoned me in any night, against any shadow"

>I run my hand in front of her face several times, like a child in front of an aquarium.

"Why are you looking at me so much woman?"

"Do you want to rip my neck out like a wolf?"

"jajaja"

>Kekeo, I didn't understand so much the topic of direct eye contact, I associated it with hunting, like the wolf sees the deer, or like death sees the man, directly into the eyes. That's why I laughed, but I didn't show my teeth, literally a fucking chimpanzee or gorilla, I lacked understanding of things like "showing your teeth" or "staring directly" wasn't a sign of aggression, but courtesy. Nonetheless, I continued walking by her side, seeing where this man without a penis was taking me.

>>4086

Lemida: I see, you come from the cursed fields, it's incredible that you could survive so long in such a dreary place.

>The woman commented in a calm tone, her gaze now on your sword.

Lemida: That also explains why I don't recognize the origin of your sword, it's probably older than this city.

>When you comment on her intense gaze, the woman blushes and quickly turns her head forward, placing her gaze on the path.

Lemida: I apologize for my intense gaze, it's a bad habit.

>The woman answered in a embarrassed tone while continuing to walk, her gait now a bit faster, suddenly you noticed that the houses were becoming larger and more decorated.
>Finally they stopped in front of one of these enormous houses, in front of which stood a girl with blonde hair waiting by the side of a carriage.
>Upon seeing them, she smiled and approached them, she made a small bow when she was in front of you and proceeded to introduce herself.

Goldvint: My name is Goldvint, I will be your client, a pleasure to meet you.

Lemida: The pleasure is all ours, miss, we are Lemida and Grunt, at your service.

>Lemida drew her weapon and knelt before Goldvint, swearing to protect her, around her a strange aura appeared, surrounding the woman, who after a moment stood up-

Lemida: Now my goddess is witness to my oath, she will provide us protection on this journey.
>The young noble showed surprise after that demonstration by Lemida, but soon shook her head and pointed to the carriage behind her.

Goldvint: Come on, get in, I'll tell you the purpose of this trip and your job.

>Then the rather energetic young woman ran towards the carriage, followed closely by Lemida who was quite serious.

>>4087

>You enter the old woman's house, prepared for a possible ambush by the slime, as well as attentive to locate any object that might have some value.
>You couldn't notice that the slime had entered the house, since everything looked normal, but you did notice a sword hanging on one of the walls, a weapon that denoted high quality and value, something rare to find in the house of a small old woman.
>Beyond the sword, there was nothing that could be considered valuable in that small house, soon strange sounds were heard coming from the shed, it seemed your prey was still inside, having a feast.

I need you to roll a d20 for Black initiative.

>>4089

>Victoria slowly moves inward, her uncovered eye now able to see correctly without being affected by the sudden change in lighting. She keeps the patch in one of her pockets while walking and observing her surroundings, paying special attention to the ceilings as already mentioned.

>just like an exterior, the woman's home doesn't have much, not even vases or anything of that sort to snatch with her cold hands, although since she doesn't have a place to store stolen goods, she can't take too much. Nothing here was stealable, nothing shone.

(She wasn't expecting too much either.)

>she was thinking about her journey, her careful steps muffled the sound of her boots, like that until her eyes landed on a particular piece hanging from a wall. Amidst the poverty, that, a beautiful sword hanging from its sheath. Her eyes light up, fill with stars (metaphorically) and her smile widens too much, as if she were tearing her skin apart just for making that expression.

(Well, well, well, what do we have here? This thing seems expensive, very expensive. Swords are expensive by themselves.)

>its sheath radiated mystique, made with care, with quality, that also mentions the handle which is the only other part exposed. An unusual find in the home of an older woman, it could perfectly be the weapon of her deceased husband or of some relative... Perhaps it's the house's weapon, perhaps she's a noble in decline like the mentioned thief mage.
>setting aside her future objective, the main reason for her walk through the house isn't here, not even are there traces that suggest she has passed through this darkness.

(So it must be in its place.)

>indeed, soon the silence of her scan for valuable objects is interrupted by noise coming from the shed, sounds that she can't fully identify. She can't do anything else but approach and enter without preparing spells or anything, she goes straight in just being careful with the ceilings.

1d20 = 8

>the big question is: do slimes have the appearance of pretty girls as that drunk and manly mage with the waitresses has told her? She had never seen a slime face to face before, she only had information.

>>4090

>You enter the shed expecting not to be ambushed.
>The silence is what greets you, you can't spot the slime anywhere, although you do see small remnants of it on the wet floor.
>Suddenly the sound of something moving alerts you and you quickly search for the source of the noise.
>Soon you realize it was a rat, which causes you to lower your guard for an instant.
>Suddenly you feel the touch of something wet and cold on one of your ankles, it was the slime, you didn't know what it was trying to do but it would be better to react quickly, because the cold was increasing and you clearly knew that couldn't be anything good.

I need you to roll a black d20 save, this is separate from your action in the turn

>>4091

>enters the site with her eyes up, asking herself the question of "What person stores food in their shed?" ... Where does people store food in the first place? She had never asked these questions before.
>the sound had quieted while walking towards the same, now she was inside that silence. Her vision, besides looking and meeting the "traces" of the slug creature, is looking if there are things here to steal. The creature had left a trail of mucus.

...

>a sound alerts her, she looks immediately to find a rat as another invader in this woman's house. The poor thing has no breath.

Acid splash: 1d20 = 6 1d6 = 5

You are not going anywhere.

>instinctively points with her finger and prepares bubbling acid because it's a rat, these creatures bring nothing good and better to kill it; her strange moral code does not apply to animals. The bad thing about this is that her distraction is taken advantage of by the slime that takes one of her legs, feeling the impact in the moment with freezing temperature, a change of temperature like from morning to night in a desert. She still can't see it, but there is a part there in her leg.

I don't like the cold either.

>she lets out her one-liner, creates another bubble and shoots both, one at the rat and the other at the slime, she needed to do a bit of damage before using her best spell.
>to her mind comes the thing that the rat is here alive without the slime having consumed it, but it wasn't time to think much.

1d20 = 10

>>4092

>The rat notices your presence and tries to run away, you respond by launching a Acid Splash in its direction.
>A single drop hits the rat, right on the backside, causing it to start writhing in pain from the acid melting its flesh.
>At the same time you launch a drop on the slime that has trapped one of your legs, this causes minimal damage to the slime, but makes it step back a bit, allowing you to pull your leg out.
>Now that you were free you had the slime facing you, which seemed to be compressing, as if it were preparing to do something.
>Suddenly the creature lunges at you with all its strength, you notice that it seems to be trying to catch your face in order to suffocate you, a common tactic of slimes that find themselves in tight spots.

Slime: 7/8 Hp

>>4093

>a bubble dumb towards the rat that screams in pain, making it laugh a bit at such action, however he had a fight in front of him and a simple slime, although it was a dumb slime, he couldn't take it lightly.
>his acid attack manages to free his leg but at the same time causing an insignificant damage, not visible to the naked eye. Being a first-time mage is quite something.

...

>and in the darkness, whispers could be heard from the cold corpse, whispers transmitted through the hands. The female voice told him, besides being an idiot, he couldn't use the spell on non-humanoid beings and this creature in front of him wasn't a humanoid to his total misfortune.

Were you not a pretty girl? What a disappointment.

>he could now see it with all its saliva and unpleasant viscosity. This creature was preparing for an attack, to fall directly on his face. He, on his part, was preparing his own spell to end this without having obtained the information of whether these creatures have any consciousness or not. Now he just needed to finish this.

Magic Ray: 1d20 = 14 1d12 = 1

>>4094

>The creature was preparing to leap at you, but soon this attempt was stopped when you summoned the wizard's ray, which quickly extended toward your target, connecting them and releasing a discharge that annihilated the slime.
>The creature let out a muffled scream, a sound that only a shapeless, mouthless creature could make. It then collapsed to the ground, completely inert, a slight smell of burnt herbs filling the air.
>Soon you heard the voice of the old woman through the small house.

Tinc: Is everything okay? I heard a strange scream inside.

>The old woman asked with her soft voice from the entrance frame, barely peeking her head through it.
>You had already ended the threat, it was time to go and claim your reward, which you suspected would not be much.

Tinc: Victory, are you okay, boy?

>The old woman asked again, with a tone somewhat more concerned than before.

>>4095

>first a blue light like a rope escapes from his hand, sticking directly to the slimy creature. Then the command with his other hand, releasing beautiful electric sparks and their characteristic sound that makes your hair stand on end. His pupils grow larger at the sight of such magical beauty illuminating the room, such fireworks only in the hands of a chosen few; it's for these kinds of things that he's a magic user, magic is a wonderful thing with infinite possibilities beyond imagination... and pretty visual effects, in addition to the pretty effects of electrocuting someone to death like this poor unfortunate who had the bad luck to be in the wrong place at the wrong time.

Beautiful.

>the creature screams in agony as it dies without much further mystery, leaving an unmistakable smell of burnt herbs in the air, unmistakable because he has prepared rituals and other things. Thus ends his spell as he disperses this magical electric "rope," approaching the creature to touch it with his foot and thus confirming its death. His first blood against a slime that isn't a cute girl.

I know, not bad at all.

>at that moment, the old woman's voice is heard from the entrance, and considering that the threat has been neutralized and this creature doesn't seem to have reproduced, he could now enter his own house. He crouches down to investigate the creature a bit from above, considering that it still retains its density, he thought it would turn into liquid goo or something when it died.

Investigate: 1d20 = 12

Everything's fine, the slime has been eliminated, it's just that my leg is a little numb.

>having finished and with the patch back on his eye, he jumps out of there on one leg (the one that wasn't slimed) and tries to find a chair to sit on, talking to the woman along the way.

Incredible! I didn't know slimes could secrete paralyzing poison, or even freeze things. I think they're more related to magic than I thought.

>of course, he was acting as usual, his leg wasn't paralyzed at all.

You can come in now Tinc, there's no danger anymore.

>he pulls up his pants to look at his "paralyzed" leg, revealing only dark skin with barely visible tiny hairs, pure fluff. People around here don't need much body hair, it's a thing of living in the desert and adapting over generations.

Do you mind if I stay here for a while? I don't know if this will go away soon, but I know it's not harmful.

>he taps his calf with his index finger multiple times. He was smiling as if the whole situation seemed funny to him, then he looks at the woman with some pity drawn on his face.

I... I wouldn't want to take too much advantage of your kindness, but do you have any water? Or bread? Using magic is very draining.

>he scratches his head in embarrassment. His plan is still on.

>>4096
>1
Being evil in the roles gives you shitty mememagia. Kek

>>4096

>As you approach to investigate the creature you notice a small bubble, which suddenly explodes, staining your face and clothes with sludge.
>The smell of aromatic herbs and vegetables intensified inside the shed, at the same time you noticed how the slime slowly began to lose its density, little by little assuming the form of a puddle on the floor.
>You left the shed and looked for a chair in which to rest for a moment while you checked your leg to make sure everything was in place.
>You tell the old woman that it is now safe to enter, beginning your act to gain her favor, and she crosses the entrance door.
>The old woman nods to your request for some food and calmly walks towards the kitchen.

Tinc: I think I still have some of the stew I made yesterday, by the way you should clean your face, the body of the blue slimes has sedative properties and is very effective when in direct contact with the skin.

>Said the old woman in the most concerned tone at the end as you began to feel as your face started to tingle, it seems the sedative effect of the slime was beginning to take effect.
>Suddenly a whisper reaches your ear, the hands are making it clear that you only have 3 level 1 spells left.

Tinc: Here, here's some bread and water while the stew heats up.

>The old woman then gave you a piece of bread and a jar of water, you could notice that the bread was relatively fresh due to its softness, somewhat unexpected coming from a poor old woman.

Tinc: Don't be shy and eat, but not too fast, you still have to save space for the stew.

>You could notice an expression of appreciation and gratitude on the old woman's face, it was clear that she was happy to have solved her problem and also have company.

>>4098

>What can one dissect when the corpse of what you want to investigate explodes into slime? That's exactly what happens when he approaches the corpse, getting slime all over his face and clothes.

(Wretched creature. Do you know how hard it is to wash clothes and get a shower?)

>Maybe this served him a bit for his act, so without much more, and considering the corpse was losing its density, he leaves there throwing away all his acting, which he may have done more than once to get coins from some sucker. Back in the day, he had stolen a begging badge from a one-legged beggar, a badge to beg without getting arrested... Some people take advantage of begging...
>Hunger calls to him and he asks the landlady for food, more importantly the water he needs right now if he doesn't want to faint. The woman agrees and also tells him about the sedative slime, something he would have to wipe off with his forearm, though then tasting a tiny amount from his pinky finger. People did that with poisons, tasting tiny amounts to do things... What things? He doesn't remember right now.

Sure, I feel a bit strange on my face. Maybe slimes are the gateway to the new great thing, this paralysis and sedative stuff could be very useful for medicine...

>That made him put his mind in the distant past, that one that isn't even written. If these creatures were weapons of war, would that mean that long ago civilization was more advanced? A long time ago he had a "friend", a potion seller and part-time thief who talked to him about these topics, about pasts and wars, pasts and wars to a street kid who barely understood what he was told but was there to listen and be his experimental subject for new potions in exchange for food. A strange subject, but entertaining.
>On the other hand, the female whispers told him he only has three spells available, something he already knew, he could still count, he hadn't forgotten that.
>Tinc approaches the table and leaves a loaf of bread and a jug of water there, his favorites! Bread is the best food in the world, not that he has tried many things either; as for food, he only eats and drinks to keep living, taste and everything else is secondary, they weren't things he paid attention to.
Thank you very much, thank you very much Tinc.

>cannot wait, does not even wait for the woman to finish speaking before attacking the water... delicately, he must show that. He drinks directly as if from a spring, then proceeds to eat the bread taking large bites, moving his non-paralyzed leg back and forth. He hadn't paid any attention to the fresh bread or its taste; he just needed to eat, and that's what he does.
>says nothing while eating the entire loaf, only looking at the woman with a smile. Until finishing the water and bread, basic food, a feat that would take him about three minutes of silence.

Phew, thanks again, I thought I was going to die of thirst. People these days aren't very good at giving water and food.

>with his index and middle finger of his right hand, he draws an arc in the air as if they were closed eyelashes, while with his other hand he points his palm toward the ceiling, the hand near his face.

How about we go to sleep now, hm? You've done more than enough.

>blows on his palm to release a fine blue magical dust toward the woman, hopefully making her lose strength and fall asleep for a few short minutes. He had the feeling he was wasting time here, couldn't get much more out of this woman, so he goes straight to the robbery.

Sleep: 5d8 = 22 or 1d20 = 10
You tell me what I have to roll, for next time I use this.

>thus, with the woman sleeping >, he gets up, takes the sword from the wall, and retreats toward the main door, releasing a bow and some last words to the owner before leaving.

A pleasure to meet you and an even greater pleasure to do business. Good night, little mouse.

>and with that he leaves, his plan being to continue his wandering walk, but first get out of this small town that seemed to be closing in on him. Surely the world had more gold opportunities.
>on the way, he unbuttons his shirt as it was before interacting with the old woman.

>>4099

>The old woman is dazzled by the curious gesture you make with your hands, and soon falls asleep before the conjured spell.
>With the expertise of a professional, you take the object you consider to be of greatest value in the house, then after a small reference followed by a farewell, you leave the place calmly.
>You were walking calmly down the streets thinking about where your next destination would be, after all, in this world there were many interesting places to explore.
>Soon a soft whisper from the hands catches your attention, something about an old tower of a powerful mage lost in the winds that beat the tundras of Winla.

???: Hey, by the way, are you an adventurer?.

>A voice suddenly called out to you from behind, it was a female voice, a dwarf wearing a chainmail armor, accompanied by a zumin who seemed to be wearing some kind of ritual armor.
>The woman approached you offering a handshake, it seems you were being presented with a new opportunity.

>>4100

>a woman who had learned a great lesson while in deep sleep about not letting strange characters into her house, fortunately this time it was just a simple thief and not something worse... This one simply takes the sword and leaves without looking back, once again being greeted by the sun that burns his head. He can't wait to leave these arid lands for the first time in his life.
>he walks with a fixed direction, in absolute silence while checking the stolen sword. He looks carefully with his single eye at the vibrant sheath, his face drawing some confusion when he takes the sword by the handle with his dominant hand. Some discomfort from its shape, although soon he understands a bit when he swings a strike into the air and his wrist collides with the disc-shaped hilt.

(The sword wants me to use the shoulder instead of the wrist. What a curious artifact.)

>he didn't know much about fighting with weapons, didn't know much about fighting in general, but can compensate for this with what he has seen and a high intelligence. He had certain basics.
>he also looked a bit at the protrusion of the hilt, very likely for striking, it doesn't fit in his head that something is there just as an ornament without any other reason. He touched the same with his index finger at the same time while hanging the sheath on his belt.

(This reminds me of a woman.)

>and thinking about women of those who charge cheap and walk around in scanty clothes, his silent walk barely interrupted by his thoughts is now interrupted by cold whispers talking about a tower of a mage or something of the sort, probably talking about himself. He answers with total neutrality, as if it didn't matter what could be beyond.

Are you with me because you want me to revive you to destroy the world or something like that? Is that what you want? If so, it could be fun, we should set a course, although in exchange you have to introduce me to a mandrake when you come back to life.

>he said in whispers then laughed. It didn't matter to him to unleash an ancestral danger just because he could, just because in the end he was someone quite loyal behind the patches, the false names and the flirtatious deals. This apparently dead woman behind these hands has helped him a lot in developing himself, he didn't mind returning the favor even if it put his life in danger, danger either from this woman or from external danger.
>his laughter is joined by a word from behind, a feminine question that makes him stop his walking but still laughing quietly.

Do I look like one, after all?

>he quickly buttons his shirt and turns around wearing a very stupid smile, one that was already looking for a way to use this person, a dwarf. A woman dwarf, of course shorter than him, wearing a chainmail and being followed by a rodent friend with strange armor, maybe it was a paladin. Both short.
>this woman approaches him with her hand extended, he takes it while with the other he has the sword from the plate hilt like a great general posing for a portrait. Instead of a typical handshake, he points to kiss her hand as always, so small and soft that it feels like it never happened, although at least now he had hydrated lips.

Victory to your beautiful lady, and yes, one could say that I am, a wanderer rather.

>this time he lets go of her hand, the dwarves are a bit different when it comes to things like this and reading the situation he also didn't want to receive a punch or something like that, nor did he know if this zumin was his partner. The thief should see, there are people you have to look at more carefully.

Who is the honor of speaking with?

>he asked the classic question, hoping this would end quickly and that they would move away from this location because he wanted to get as far away as possible from Tinc's house.

>>4101

>The dwarf raises an eyebrow and the zumin looks somewhat surprised at the greeting you give to the woman, they look at each other for a second, but it seems they decide to let it pass.

Kilt: My name is Kilt and this is Mao'ik, we have a job where someone else would be useful.

>The dwarf remains calm while pulling out a sign from her pocket, to catch a young cockatriz, a rather dangerous creature with a paralyzing gaze and an extremely toxic venom.

Kilt: It sounds dangerous, but believe me, it will be easy, after all young cockatrices are more or less my size, plus the payment won't be bad, twenty-five gold coins, what do you say?.

>The dwarf keeps looking at you with a small confident smile on her face, waiting for your response, the zumin behind her doesn't sound very convinced but doesn't seem willing to raise his voice.
>To your ears the soft whisper of the hands returns, mentioning to you how various parts of the cockatrices can be used to prepare various potions and elixirs quite useful, although it also warns you not to underestimate the creature.

>>4065
>Name:
Kirin.
>Race:
Human.
>Gender:
Girl.
>Age:
23.
>Class:
Warrior.
>Background:
3.
>Biography:
Kirin was born in a small lost settlement between the tundras, where the cold is unforgiving and life is hard to sustain. From her earliest years, it was clear that there was something strange about her. While other children learned to fear falls, beasts, or the breaking ice, Kirin simply… didn't break.
She fell from the top of the pines with nothing but dust on her clothes, was run over during childhood races and got up confused, asking if she had won, even survived an attack from a pack of wolves without injuries that could explain it. What would have been a miracle for anyone else was a sign... to her people. They called her a curse.
Soon came the whispers: That she wasn't human, that she was the reincarnation of something dark, that her existence would bring ruin. No one could prove it, but no one wanted to risk being wrong. Over time, fear turned into rejection, rejection into isolation, even her own parents started to look at her as if she were a stranger, Kirin didn't understand why.
Convinced that others were right, she believed she had to try harder, if she helped enough, if she was useful enough, if she never complained, maybe they would stop fearing her. So, she dedicated her life to serving, carrying more weight than she should, accepting dangerous tasks, enduring the cold and fatigue without protest, never refusing, never asking why, but never being enough.
At twenty-three years old, when stories about an ancient prophecy began to circulate more strongly, one that spoke of the destruction of the settlement, the village priest, weakened and fearful, decided to act.
He called Kirin and asked her for one last favor: To travel to the capital city in search of a man who possessed a medicine capable of saving his life. She accepted without hesitation. Before leaving, the priest gave her a sword and armor, assuring her they would protect her on the journey. She received them with gratitude, not knowing they were nothing more than ritual garments destined for sacrifices. That day, she left.
In her heart, there was no resentment, only a faint hope: That this time, when she returned with the cure, she would finally prove that she wasn't a curse, that she could be someone good.
Now, Kirin travels through a world she doesn't understand, guided by a mission that never existed, she is naive, trusting, incapable of easily recognizing malice. Yet, she still helps those who need it, without questioning, without stopping, because if she stops trying... then everything they said about her could be true.
>Statistics:
Constitution: 10

>>4103
I picked background 3 because it was the closest thing to what I was looking for, like, we could say she was stupidly recruited by a gang of bandits or something, but she doesn't know they're bandits kek.

>>4103

You're missing bold stats, fix that, I'm already starting to write your turn, I'll post it during the course of the day.

>>4105
What stats fuck?
I want all my points for Constitution, all the others stay at base, I want an indestructible girl.

>>4103

> For many moons now you have abandoned your hometown, crossing the cruel blizzards of the most central regions of Winla with the hope of being accepted by your people once you manage to fulfill the task the priest entrusted to you.
> Your destination was the capital, the foundry city Warmesherz, a place you had barely read stories about, but you weren't really sure where to go, as you weren't given a map when you left the village; you had simply relied on instinct.
> Thus, one day you came across a group of people being attacked by a pack of Wargs; you didn't hesitate to help in the battle against the beasts, managing to scare them away without anyone getting hurt.
> The leader of the group, a hogorco with a somewhat intimidating face, thanked you and then invited you to his base, saying he would introduce you to his boss.
> Since then, you became a member of the Yellowhand criminal gang, helping in the robberies carried out on the roads near the base, a system of caves hidden under a cliff.

Mor'laf: Kirin, come here girl, it's time to eat.

> Mor'laf, the gang's cook, told you, a dwarf with a calm temperament who is always smiling, although you know for sure that this is because he is always a bit drunk.
> With his typical smile, he hands you a tray with a portion of mashed potatoes, elk meat, and some sweet bread, a perfect meal for a cold climate like this.

Mor'laf: You already know where to get something to drink, girl, now enjoy your meal, we need you strong after all, Hahahahaha!!.

> With your food tray, you headed towards the barrels; you had mead, milk with brandy, and wine available to drink. Once you chose your drink, you sat at your usual table.

Jik: Hey Kirin, can you give me some of your meat? I'll let you suck my tits.

> Jik was a small and vulgar goblin, skilled with knives and lockpicking, as well as pickpocketing and groping; she was accustomed to making proposals like this all the time.

Lika: Jik, why don't you go ask the old dwarf for more meat instead? I'm sure he'd accept your proposal immediately.

> Lika was a Buffalto with an affable and patient character; her calm face hid a fearsome strength and a sadism she managed to conceal, yet she was very good to you.

Kolrt: You know well that the last time Jik made that proposal to the old man, it ended in something the little one prefers to forget.

> Kolrt was a young hogorco with a cheerful character and a quick mind, skilled with a shield and sword; you often practice with him, as he always seeks to improve his technique.

Caleik: Kirin, I have a small job in a nearby village, do you want to accompany me in case something goes wrong?.

> Caleik was an elf who always had some treasure to steal or a job to do; sometimes you accompanied him, he commonly paid you a part of the money and treated you to something delicious.


By the way, little blackie, your total stats would be:

Constitution: 18
Strength: 8
Dexterity: 5
Intelligence: 5
Wisdom: 5
Charisma: 5

Background: Orphan

Skills: athletics 2, survival 1

>>4102

>sometimes this kind of greeting towards lowborn ladies gives this kind of results, surprised looks and general confusion from the present, even discomfort, but with the act, besides appearing/demonstrating a noble past, it also showed appreciation for the woman and all that manipulating people stuff. Still not everyone understood this message, so the discomfort lingers in the air for a moment until it's set aside for the introductions of the strangers.
>Mao'ik and Kilt, Kilt and Mao'ik. He looks at the zumin and nods smiling, catching better details of his person. A quiet type.

It sounds good.

>the introduction ends with the halfling pulling out of his pocket a paper, a sign, one of those that adventurers take from a job board. They had to get the younger ones to do something... and the not so young ones too. He pulls out that these two were adventurers, he had already seen many like these.
Do gremios and all that exist in this world?

Let me see that.

>with his permission he takes the sign and looks at it more closely, reading that it's about finishing off nothing more nor nothing less than a young cockatoo. On his journey, besides the stories of the same, he had come across one of them, big, adult, although always from the safety of a distance, simply watching. A majestic creature indeed.
>the smile on his face disappears for a moment while thinking, looking at the job and listening to the woman speak. Twenty-five gold pieces the payment, not much danger according to the contractor.

(You're really a very confident woman to think like that.)

>he was thinking now passing his eye over both, this one smiling without worry while the other doesn't seem convinced by his companion's words. He also listens to what they mention by pinganillo ghostly and cold whispers, of those that freeze your ears if it wasn't for the heat of these lands.
>his distrust arises and he thinks maybe these two want to rob him, reason why he's selling this job as too easy. Maybe there had never been a job and this is their modus operandi, attracting any idiotic adventurer to rob him... and probably kill him.

It sounds very good for me, I'm a bit short on money. I'm in.

>he closes his eye and smiles, returning the job sign. He accepts because he's stupid like those adventurers.

Go ahead, lead the way.

>so he invites them finally to leave and get away from that house, he had already spent too much time around the vicinity of his crime.
>for now he's going to keep the knowledge of magic, he still had to know the intentions of this people. Living on the street is like living in a jungle, you can't trust neither your own shadow. He had already had his encounter with not very friendly adventurers.

>>4108

>The dwarf smiles upon hearing your answer, and begins to walk quickly towards one of the village exits, the zumin and you follow closely behind.
>Upon leaving the village, a goblin approaches them, her face showing relief.

Vak: It's good you found someone else, no one paid attention to me here, by the way, my name is Vak, it's a pleasure to work with you.

>The goblin then extended her hand to you as a greeting, a radiant smile on her face.

Kilt: Did you buy everything we need, Vak? Remember that was the task I assigned you.

>After finishing introducing herself to you, the goblin looks at Kilt and nods quickly, proceeding to show her a small bag.

Vak: Four minor healing potions, four mandrake leaves, and raw meat to attract prey, I also bought something to set up a trap.

Kilt: Good, that should be enough to finish that thing, let's go, its lair is about an hour from here.

>The group then headed directly towards the young cockatrice's lair, having to cross the savanna. During the journey, you chatted with the group, trying to get to know them a little better. You noticed that Vak was the most talkative.
>Finally, Kilt gave the signal to stop. The whole group fell silent while the dwarf observed the place.

Kilt: The cockatrice's burrow is supposed to be around here somewhere. Vak, you start setting up your trap, the rest of us will try to locate this thing's burrow.

>So Kilt and Mao'ik began to search the surroundings. It was a small clearing with some large rocks around it, a perfect spot for a creature like the cockatrice.

There are black adventurer guilds, but they receive jobs from local governments. Independent adventurers are more common than those belonging to a guild

>>4110

Kilt: Remember that the cockatrice can only paralyze a single target with its gaze, so we must always take advantage of the numerical superiority and do not look it directly in the eyes, if you do not want to be its preferred prey.

>Once this information was delivered, Kilt and Mao went to explore the area while you stayed, using the excuse that you would watch Vak's back.
>Having rested a bit, you stood up and conjured mage armor on Vak, your weakness for goblins was becoming noticeable, the little one blushed and thanked you for the extra protection.
>Once I finished setting the trap, the two of them went to hide behind the rock where you had been resting, after a few minutes Kilt and Mao rejoined you.

Kilt: We couldn't find the cockatrice, it's most likely out hunting.

Vak: I already set the trap and used the cockatrice's favorite meat, chicken, so now we just have to wait.

>Vak whispered confidently while looking at Kilt, who seemed quite confident in the trap set by her companion.
>And so the group remained in silence, hidden behind the rock, patiently waiting for their prey to fall into the trap.

???: Coakkkkk.''

>Suddenly, the loud screech of an injured creature caught their attention, and peeking out, they saw that the cockatrice had been wounded by the trap, one of its legs being quite injured.

Kilt: This is our chance, I'll distract that thing, I'm counting on you to finish it off.

>The dwarf ran towards the creature, brandishing her axe, while the zumin seemed to be preparing a spell and Vak was loading his bow.
>Soon the creature's attention was focused on Kilt, who had a very serious expression, soon Mao cast the spell he was preparing, which was a blessing for Kilt.
>Vak, for his part, shot an arrow at the creature, missing in the process.

>>4111

>the sun was beating down hard. It wasn't too late, it wasn't too early, it was just the right time to kill a poisonous chicken under a scorching sun, and here they were giving orders and information about the strange creature. Nothing they didn't already know, but it's always good to review the important info.

Understood, captain.

>he said in a serious tone but with a smile, giving him the title he deserves.
>the two characters with strange names leave them there to hunt the creature, taking advantage of Victoria to do absolutely nothing. She watched the trap preparation and nothing else, consisting of white meat heated by the sun from the journey next to a trap. She seems to know what she's doing, must have experience.

(She must be a hunter, the bow and arrows must be for something.)

>a bow and small arrows for someone small. What must it feel like to be so short in stature? She didn't think much about this question in her head because she stood up and moved to cast a spell on her clothes, ending up with that classic yellowish dust that you notice when paying attention. Her warning words weren't nice, but for some reason they made the girl blush, maybe just the gesture of spending a spell on her considering how mages are.

...

>did she think he was hitting on her or something? His smile had disappeared for a brief moment because of the thought, but in the end he just played along because they were already here. Maybe he could pocket the goblin to steal from her later.

Don't go undressing too soon, the magic will dissipate if your clothes leave your body.

>he winked with a playful smile on his face, only that with the patch it gave the impression he was blinking.
>in this exchange he heard the whispers that, as was customary, spoke to him about the baseness of these inferior races, sometimes even about humans, but he didn't agree with almost anything. Goblins were enigmatic beings, intelligent and certainly connected to magic, it was something he could feel being near one... and their women are pretty and he can carry them easily in his arms without muscle, what more could one ask for?
>anyway both returned to the rock that covered them from the sun, him sitting on the ground to continue resting. Spending so much magic is exhausting.

...

>sometimes he looked at the horizon, sometimes he looked at the goblin with curiosity, sometimes he took a stone and threw it as far as possible. There was no conversation, aside from Victoria's mask there wasn't much of this star-crossed individual.

So... are Mao and Kilt your friends or did you just find them like me? At first I thought they were going to rob me, but they seem like good people, just a little... arid.

(Well, that could perfectly describe me too.)
>very dry, maybe very professional, there was no reason to exchange more than necessary, although with the little time they've already been here you can get an idea of the kind of people they are. Sure the dwarf likes to drink a lot and party, and the other one surely likes gambling and little women, the quiet ones are always like that.
>he spoke while stroking his left hand on his shoulder and gazing at the horizon, soon the sounds of people approaching made him react.

Speaking of.

>both, the dwarf and Zumin return with bare hands, signaling they haven't found the creature. What a pity.

Not even its nest? An egg from one of those must be worth quite a bit.

>he stands up and once again brushes off the dust, staying silent to let the goblin speak about the trap, everyone confident it will work, only needing to wait.
>his suspicions grew a bit, but soon faded. They weren't here waiting in the heat just to steal a sword from some guy.

...

>and once again he had to wait, this time in silence because otherwise the creature wouldn't approach.
>...
>long minutes, short minutes, what matters is that the approach of something is heard, and from that approach a scream of horror that makes them look from the corner. There it was, the chicken/reptile/wyvern creature, a very strange combination to be honest; as low as a large beer barrel but quite wide due to its wings. Its leg was injured by the trap so it won't be able to escape easily, well thought out by the goblin.

Is that a male? It has a crest.

>and speaking of the animal's sex, what exactly was this? Where had it come from? Nothing more than another military weapon from ancient times, he knew, he had been told in whispers, but could something like that really be created and, moreover, made to reproduce? Those before the Devastation were playing at being Gods and they succeeded. Damn it, he also wanted to be a God and play with life and death, creating beings and resurrecting the dead.

(Now I want a homunculus.)

>but back to the important thing, the dwarf is the first to move after giving the plan, followed by Victoria as the second line of defense for the other two.

Let's finish this, I want a good lemonade before I die of thirst.

>he wasn't serious.
>he draws his sword, and running his index finger along the spine of the blade, he begins casting electricity that adheres to the blade before launching the electric rope toward the cockatrice's neck. He didn't like having to use his last spell, but he also didn't want to risk getting too close to this bug or prolonging the fight unnecessarily.

Sorcery Bolt: 1d20 = 8 1d12 = 9

>>4112
>You decided to advise the little goblin not to take off her clothes for a while if she didn't want the effect of the spell to disappear, she nodded silently, now a bit more focused on the trap.
>While Vak was preparing the trap, you decided to ask him about his relationship with Kilt and Mao, after all, for you it didn't seem like they were very close.

Vak: I've known them for a couple of years, we used to go hunting together in our hometown, one day a few weeks ago we simply decided it was time to see what the world had to offer and we just started our journey.

>He commented with a small smile on his face, it was clear he seemed to appreciate the other two members of the group.

Vak: Kilt is a bit of a brute and it takes a while to gain his trust, as for Mao, he's always been very shy, barely even knows his favorite drink is milk with honey, besides that he likes to research about magic.

>Suddenly the sound of footsteps warned them of the arrival of the rest of the group, with you asking if they really didn't find anything of the creature.

Kilt: Some crap, some bones, feathers and scales, that thing is still too young to lay eggs.

>After this short exchange the group dedicated themselves to waiting for the arrival of the creature, which fell into the trap set by Vak.
>Kilt manages to land a hit on one of the wings of the cockatoo, causing some damage and making the creature scream in pain, while Vak launches another arrow, this time hitting the creature's neck.
>Soon Mao also joins the attack, conjuring sacred fire, but the cockatoo managed to dodge the magical trick.
>Finally you join the battle launching your last spell, but thanks to the creature's nervousness at being at a disadvantage it allowed it to evade by pure luck the rope.

Kilt: Don't let small mistakes affect you, we've got this thing in the bag.

>While Kilt said this you noticed how the cockatoo's chest slightly inflated, the creature was preparing to launch its poisonous breath.
>But the wound caused earlier by Vak became noticeable, as when inflating its chest and throat it caused the arrow to fall out of the wound, allowing the poisonous gas to escape through the small wound.

Kilt: Come on, this thing is about to die, let's hit it hard.

>Kilt's voice sounded much more aggressive and strong than before, at the same time you noticed how his muscular mass began to become more pronounced, his eyes turned red and he let out a roar worthy of the most fearsome beasts.
>Kilt charged again at the creature now with a somewhat surprising vigor, while Mao and Vak also began to prepare their next attack.

>>4088
Grunt Err-Tetazas

https://youtu.be/CFyyGcARA0Y▾
>I walk behind the Uga Wuga, watching the construction of wood and stone, becoming increasingly ostentatious, I didn't understand the reason for it, why decorate so much? Well, I guess it wasn't that bad, it was like painting the body.

>Then we stop in front of the largest of all, although I stretch my arms, I couldn't cover it completely (Yes, I'm stretching my arms even though this comment was a thought). Then my gaze lowers and I notice another person, small, without Bungatruncas, just blonde hair, it wasn't fun. Next to her, another house, but smaller, and with 4tro suns on each corner.... and a horse, although this one looked much more stylized, than the sturdy and short horses of the steppe.

"UHm??"

>I crouch down and look at her directly, my eyes locking onto hers. As I see her smile, or walk, I keep looking at her directly without making any gesture, and when she leans down, I look at the ground to see if something fell out of her, and then I look at Lamidas, with a confused face almost asking her what she's doing.

>I ignore whatever they're doing and approach the horse of the carriage, and look at it directly. I'm in front of it, and I want to get closer with my hand, but... slowly. Horses are nervous, at least the ones I know, so I see if it lets me touch its neck, the least threatening area for them.

>Whether it goes well or not, I crouch down and observe those circles at the corners of the construction (the wheels of the carriage). I sit on the ground, and rest my hands on them for a while, until I see that they go into that wooden box. I look at them from down here, and I stand up... I get into the carriage, if I enter through the door.

>>4114

>Since you didn't really understand things like etiquette or formal introductions, your mind focused on whatever caught your attention—the carriage.
>First you examined the horse, which appeared much more docile than those in your homeland; its body was somewhat leaner but larger overall. Then you began analyzing the carriage wheels, which to you resembled suns.

Lemida: Grunt, it's time to go.

>Lemida said calmly, poking her head through the carriage door.
>Once you managed to pass through the door frame, the carriage door was closed and the journey began. You sat on one side of Lemida, while across from you sat Miss Goldvint, accompanied by a massive Buffalto dressed in a maid's uniform.

Goldvint: I must travel to the elven capital, the fortress of Srebrnycortez. The journey is somewhat dangerous, especially with the recent surge in criminal activity. That's why the two of you will serve as my bodyguards. The job ends when we return to this very spot. Understood?

>Lemida nodded, while you couldn't help but feel amazed at how comfortable the carriage seats were, and by the sweet floral scent filling the air.
>The golden interior decorations seemed curious to you—many were shaped like creatures you'd never seen before.

Lemida: Don't worry, Miss Goldvint. I promise I'll do everything in my power to make this journey as safe as possible.

>Soon your attention shifted to the horned woman sitting beside the tiny Goldvint.
>She wasn't just much taller than you and Lemida—her breasts were also considerably larger than the white-haired girl's, though her clothing was far more modest compared to your "companion's."

Servant: Can I help you with something, sir?

>Her voice was surprisingly soft, somewhat unexpected given her massive size. Her face wore a gentle expression as she smiled.

".................:"

>Horns..... and tits. I didn't know what the other two were talking about, but ever since I entered this cart and sat down, my body leaned slightly forward, unable to stop staring with intense curiosity at the huge, horned, busty woman in front of me... She's massive. Hugging her body while sleeping would definitely bring warm nights.

>I scratch my jaw while pretending to examine the decorations around me, trying to hide that I'm actually sneaking glances at this big-titted giantess. Then I look at her horns... Horns? Are they a helmet? Sometimes I'd grab Yak skulls and wear them as helmets, running naked under the light of the mother moon—but this felt different.

"...."

"Čoma sarvet, niänel suuret tissit oma."

>Slowly, without taking my eyes off her, I raise my hands and touch my head, as if searching for my own horns. I touch my temples, my forehead, my skull... Nothing. I look confused, then use my two fingers to mime having horns.

"...."

>Maybe this gesture could be interpreted as some racist insult or who knows, but Grunt didn't know that. It was more like when a Chinese person shows up in an African tribe and the kids mimic slanted eyes because it's something new, curious, funny—not out of hidden motives or discrimination, just childish curiosity.

"You are big."

>After that, completely oblivious to personal space, I slowly stretch out my hands trying to reach her antlers, grasping them gently with both hands. First, I tug very slightly, testing whether they're fake—careful not to hurt her. Then, noticing they're firmly attached to her head, I let go, look at my hands in awe, and touch the shoulder of Big-Titted Lamidas to share my incredible discovery. Then I look at the Cow Girl and say bluntly:

"You are incredible."

"...."

"I am Grunt. What you want to be called?"

>>4116

>Lemida notices how you try to get her attention, soon she makes a small bow as an apology while looking at the servant.

Lemida: Please forgive Grunt, apparently he was raised in the cursed fields away from society, I had to give him a compression collar to be able to talk to him.

>The servant responds with a warm smile and makes a relaxed gesture with one of her hands.

Kieltra: No problem, by the way my name is Kieltra, I hope we get along.

>The servant adjusted her hair, on her face she still had that gentle expression and a calm smile.

Kieltra: By the way sir Grunt, my people are known as Buffaltos, we are considered peaceful but we also have our temper.

Goldvint: She's not lying sir Grunt, maybe you don't notice, but Kieltra is scary when she's angry.

>The servant just laughed softly, before taking something out of a basket she was carrying beside her, a smell you had never experienced hit your nostrils, your mouth began to salivate suddenly.

Kieltra: Soon it will be time for snack, take some egg and ham sandwiches, as well as milk with honey, help yourself.

>Kieltra then gave you a box in which there were some strange square-shaped things, in the middle they had a line, their smell was appetizing, it reminded you a bit of the smell of roasted boar you ate occasionally, the few times you had access to fire.
>Then you looked at the bottle containing a white liquid with golden streaks, when you opened it you sensed a sweet aroma that reminded you of how you should run away from furious swarms after tearing them apart for some honey.

Kieltra: Don't be shy sir Grunt, there's more food in case that isn't enough for you.

>The servant commented in a cheerful tone while waiting for you to try the food she had prepared with so much care.

I need you to start rolling a 20-sided die, while you roll high numbers you won't enter combat.

>>4113

>Victoria was listening to what the goblin had to say while looking at the horizon and throwing stones. It seemed like she wasn't paying attention, although she was listening in the end.
>What did she take from all of this? That these three are from some village and that the goblin likes them, plus some personal traits of the two who are not here right now.

Aha, good to know.

>Mentions almost indifferent to the last mentioned. Again, knowing people wasn't one of her priorities, she just bet on herself regarding the personality and tastes of others, and having a third party around telling mysteries takes away all the fun.

>...

>The battle against the reptile chicken had started in a fatal way, the entire line behind failing their attacks except for Vak, some of those attacks costing too much. Renewable resources, yes, but not in a moment.

Ughf

>The creature had dodged her electricity because it was agitated, Victoria roaring in discontent while looking at the sky as if the culprit was there already, not just for this error, but for everything bad in her life and existence. She blamed her companions for agitating it, for her own mistake, but there was Kilt to balance it out because she was the only one who managed to hurt it decently. This same one doesn't let them fall for the failures at the same time that the creature tries to spit out poisonous gas that seeps through the wound on her neck.

(Come on, stay still so I can kill you.)

>Without thinking much or paying attention to her companions' movements, she aims at the creature with her dominant hand and snaps her fingers to launch a acidic bubble toward the wound on its neck. She was already spending too much time here and time is gold for a scholar and thief. Maybe with those coins she can buy scrolls to expand her offensive repertoire.

Acid splash: 1d20 = 2 1d6 = 4

>>4118

>Kilt quickly steps out of the way allowing your spell to reach its target, soon the acidic bubble impacts on the open wound causing a sizzling sound.
>The cockatriz let out a sharp cry of pain, causing the poisonous gas that had accumulated to disperse rapidly into the air.

Kilt: Take this you damned bird!!.

>Kilt shouts before launching a quick slash at the creature, but thanks to how agitated the creature was, it barely caused a scratch.
>Soon you heard the sound of Vak's bow being fired, but once again the goblin missed its target, this time she clicked her tongue frustrated while reloading her bow.

Mao: Light banishes darkness!!

>The zumin conjures a sphere of light in his hand that he launches with all his strength against the cockatriz, hitting directly on its eyes.
>The creature lets out another cry of pain, but this one is much lower, its erratic movements begin to decrease, it seems ready to fall.

Kilt: Just a little more, ¡¡GIVE IT ALL!!.

>The dwarf jumps high, preparing to deliver the finishing blow, Vak had loaded her next arrow and Mao was beginning to cast her next spell.

>the grand law of least effort. Came here, tossed three spells, and at best walks away with six gold coins. Strange—sometimes fate acted in his favor. The hardest part of all this was the walk to get here, and obviously, the walk to leave. But right now, he shouldn't think too much about that last part. He didn't want to.

>his attack strikes the creature's wound, unleashing a sharp shriek from the beast and scattering the poisonous gas. Out of pure caution, he steps back, arm covering mouth and nose.

(How in the world did they make this thing capable of paralyzing with its gaze and spitting toxic gas? Luckily it's just a juvenile—I wouldn't want to face an adult.)

>Victoria watches the new round of attacks while preparing her own, sheathing her sword before doing so. The dwarf and the goblin miss; only the zumin lands their luminous magic. It's already clear the creature is on the verge of collapse, just a pitiful two steps away from meeting its makers.

Here I go!... again...

>with Kilt's words and his reply, followed by a really stupid smile, he prepares the same trick again, aiming it at its wounds. They're going to win, one way or another—whether through attrition, or by chopping its head off... and also because the creature has barely bothered to defend itself at all.

(It's not really my style to go around beating up local wildlife.)

>but he wasn't going to feel bad about it anyway.

Acid splash: 1d20 = 14 1d6 = 4

>>4084
Just now I realized you sent me a turn

I sweetly remembered the words of my dead father, although lately they felt heavier. I knew he was a good man, and that's why I wouldn't agree that he would have spent all these years looking for them. Or maybe I would? It was hard to know, well, my mother certainly wouldn't but...

— ...

>My thoughts are interrupted when I arrive at a bar. I didn't really like these places, but here rough people and travelers gathered, travelers who may or may not have a rumor, that may or may not be related to the bandits, who may or may not... Perhaps lead me to them or something similar, because at this point I was somewhat desperate.

Of course, asking for milk wasn't common, no, definitely not common. But I had bad experience with alcoholic drinks, which is why I didn't like coming to bars. But I was desperate.
>While waiting for the friendly bartender to serve me, my gaze focused on other customers, a goblin, a dwarf, and a human. Maybe I should talk to them, but suddenly speaking would be strange. I had to come up with a common topic that would lead to a conversation...
>Swallowing saliva I approached them with a stiff step.

— Hello!

>I hoped something would come to mind at the moment of speaking, but nothing.

— Can we talk privately? There's something I need to tell you

>I pointed my finger at the human, hoping to talk outside.

>>4120

>Kilt's attack fails miserably, leaving her exposed to an attack from the cockatriz.
>The creature doesn't hesitate to launch a strong wing slash at the dwarf, but this also fails miserably, probably due to the spell cast by the zumin just a moment ago.
>Vak shoots again, failing to hit his target for the third time, frustration is clearly visible on his face,

Vak: By a demon, what's wrong with my aim today?

>The goblin begins to prepare another arrow, while Mao casts a new spell against the creature.

Mao: Burn in sacred fire!

>Suddenly a beam of light covered the creature, flames that blazed between a golden and silver color surrounded the cockatriz, which gave one last cry of pain before collapsing to the ground.
>Nevertheless the group remained on high alert, creatures like these were known for feigning their death to escape dangerous situations.
>Kilt didn't hesitate for an instant, raising her axe to decapitate the creature, splattering blood over her and the ground.

Kilt: Well, job done, Vak, get the ropes from the bag, we have to tie up this bird.

>The goblin let out a sigh while raising her thumb at the dwarf's orders, calmly began to walk towards the creature, pulling out a long rope from her bag.
>As for the zumin, he seemed to be dedicating a prayer to whatever deity he followed, you could see an expression of relief on his face.
>A cold whisper reaches your ears, suggesting you to get the eyes or the gas sacs to use them later, a paralysis potion or a paralyzing poison sound like quite useful additions to your arsenal.

>>4122

>The bartender smiled widely, nodding silently, he quickly got to work on your order.
>While the bartender served your drink you approached with some nervousness to the table where the human and dwarf were talking, these arched an eyebrow when they noticed you.

Human: Hello...

>Said the guy making his suspicion clear, you could tell from his face that he was distrustful, he moved a bit his clothes revealing that he had a dagger on him.
>When you mentioned the private talk this one showed even more distrustful, his dwarf colleague on the other hand put his attention on his drink.

Human: Why should I accompany you outside miss?, I don't know you at all, as far as I'm concerned you could try to rob me or something worse.

>By his appearance the man made it clear that he had knowledge of the streets, so it was obvious that he would show distrust that a stranger approached him out of nowhere asking for a private talk.
>You'll have to try something else to convince him.

You can roll a d20 for intimidation, persuasion or deception to convince the black npc, the persuasion and deception rolls have disadvantage.

>>4123

>este aleatorio encuentro de trabajo se resume únicamente en un millar de ataques fallidos por parte de ambos bandos. Igual no tenían experiencia, igual no tenían lo que hay que tener... o solamente son nivel bajo.
>el chico estrella falla el ataque, la enana falla el ataque, la goblin falla su ataque y la criatura falla el ataque. Un concierto de golpes, filos y magia cortando aire, aunque al menos el creyente da el golpe de gracia con luz purgadora, un poder que parece tener su coste. La criatura es envuelta en llamas sagradas y cae.

(Ya iba siendo hora. Eso fue bastante incómodo.)

>en silencio pero con una sonrisa iba quitándose el polvo y abrochado su camisa al mismo tiempo que la cabeza de la criatura es separada de un solo hachazo por la enana.

Realmente tienes mucha fuerza para tener un cuerpo pequeño, ¿Uh? Es sorprendente.

>con las manos en la espalda se acercaba a la escena. Uno podía notar que los enanos tienen más resistencia y fuerza que otras razas, pero ¿por qué? No parece ser una cuestión meramente biológica, sino que aquí había más, así como los elfos están más orientados a la magia y la naturaleza. ¿Cuál es el origen de todo esto?

(Mmm)

>siempre hay muchas preguntas, las respuestas se pierden en la historia. Él se preguntaba por unos cortos segundos hasta que le da una palmada en la espalda a la mujer.

Eres buena. Ustedes son buenos. Siempre tuve fe, y un combate es bueno cuando nadie salió herido.

>en verdad prefería quedar en ridículo fallando ataques a meter ataques y llevarse golpes por el camino, pero al menos y con todos sus fallos el combate había sido limpio y acabado medianamente rápido.
>sin muchas más palabras se acerca a la criatura decapitada y la pica con la vaina cual niño picando un animal muerto al lado de la carretera. Su rostro mostraba una sonrisa de verdes labios.

Sí, no creo que se vaya a recuperar de esto.

>susurra con gracia. Un gran comediante.
>así se le da un comando a la goblin, el creyente parece rezar y las manos le hablan sobre manipular cadáveres de criaturas peligrosas de biología poco común. En verdad le encantaría manipular cadáveres de humanoides, en algún punto quiso ser sepulturero, solo que nunca tuvo la oportunidad por no estar relacionado con las religiones y ser pobre, no tener tierras para enterrar gente.

(Debería encontrar un alquimista para hacer cualquier cosa con esos objetos, no tengo conocimiento ni equipo.)

>sin mucho más se mueve hacia la cabeza y desenvaina, y si nadie objeta nada pasa a agacharse para retirar ambos ojos amarillos con una técnica digna de un carnicero... y no, eso no es un halago..., más bien con la técnica de un torturador. Tenía cuidado con la cabeza porque, tal como las serpientes, puede que pueda seguir mordiendo una vez separada del cuerpo. Luego pasa a colocar los ojos drenando líquido directamente en su bolsillo como si no fuera nada. ¿Dónde más se los podía llevar? No tiene ni siquiera mochila, apenas tiene una espada robada y un sueño.

A ver, permíteme ayudar con eso.

>se seca el sudor de la frente y se mueve para ayudar a la goblin con el cuerpo del pájaro. No podía decir mucho más, solo esperaba regresar a la civilización y cobrar.

>>4125

>Kilt nota como te acercas a la cabeza de la cockatriz, esta se acerca y nota como extraes los ojos de la criatura, en un momento parece que va a objetar, pero finalmente guarda silencio.
>Una vez acabada la faena de los ojos centras tu atención en ayudar a Vak para acabar rápidamente con el trabajo.
>Una vez el cadáver de la criatura había sido completamente empacada esta es amarrada a la espalda de Kilt, esta hace una seña con su mano y el grupo comienza su camino de vuelta al pueblo.

Kilt; Vamos al pueblo a entregar la cabeza para conseguir la recompensa, luego le vendemos el cuerpo a algún carnicero para hacernos con algo mas de dinero y nos vamos al siguiente pueblo.

>La enana entonces fija su mirada en ti, una pequeña sonrisa en su rostro.

Kilt:: Por cierto Victoria, si gustas puedes viajar con nosotros, al parecer eres un mago y siempre es bueno tener alguien capaz de lanzar fuego desde sus manos.

Mao: Eso es verdad, además, el como usaste salpicadura acida de una manera tan creativa es también algo de admirar.

>Agrego el silencioso zumin, podías notar que la magia era algo que le interesaba.

Vak: ¿Que les parece pasar a tomar algo una vez entreguemos todo?

>Pregunto la Goblin en un tono calmado mientras caminaba a tu lado, esta saco una cantimplora y le dio un sorbo para luego pasártela a ti.

Vak: Bebe un poco, puedo notar en tu rostro que estas sediento.

>>4126

>la punta del filo entra y desgarra la carne con facilidad. Sentía algo extraño en el pecho en el proceso, un sentimiento indescriptible, malo. Una cosa es obliterar a alguien con una bola de fuego o rayo desde la lejanía y otra cosa es ponerse aquí cerca y personal, apuñalando y cortando carne. Aunque la criatura esté muerta, no se sentía del todo bien hacer estas cosas.

...

>de reojo podía ver a la enana acercarse y observar su macabro espectáculo ocular, aunque como no dice nada él tampoco lo hace, simplemente sigue en lo suyo hasta terminar y dejar esos ojos en su bolsillo.
>luego de hacer todo eso pasa a ayudar a la goblin en silencio, ajustando cuerpo y cabeza en las cuerdas que irían en la espalda de la enana. Sí, en verdad tenía su fuerza a la que solo podía elogiar pero no aspirar; está desnutrido. No pasa mucho hasta que comienzan a caminar de regreso bajo el sol implacable de este bioma que tanto detesta, y en eso como distracción desenvaina para mirar la hoja con atención además de limpiarla con su manga oscura.

(Fácil trabajo.)

>cortaba el aire hasta escuchar las palabras de la mujer enana, poniendo atención a lo que menciona. Le parecía curioso lo del carnicero, tanto así que tiene que preguntar con un rostro que demuestra lo que siente.

¿Esta cosa siquiera es comestible? Mi abuela decía que comerlo te convertía en una estatua o algo así.

>para un poco la marcha y se le pone detrás para empujar su dedo índice y corazón dentro de la herida de la cockatriz, sacando algo de sangre que acerca a su nariz para oler y observarla mejor.

Supersticiones de viejos, supongo.
Deberían pedirle la vesícula de gas cuando lo ande trozando, se puede destilar para crear veneno paralizante si están interesados.

>probaba la textura de la sangre entre sus dedos con su pulgar en movimientos circulares hasta que los limpia con la manga una vez más, regresando a caminar en la delantera para escuchar lo próximo que la mujer tiene que decir. Lo de viajar con ellos queda un poco de lado cuando escucha los halagos de Mao, sonriendo por la mínima aprobación que alguien (vivo) le da, enseguida escuchando los fríos susurros que le dicen que no se fie tan fácil de esta gente o de nadie. Siempre es bueno escuchar que alguien señala tus talentos, incluso con el desastre de la pelea anterior, así que solo ríe halagado.

No es nada, en verdad no es nada, solo soy un aprendiz en esto de la magia, además es un poco difícil apuntar con un único ojo.

>daba su excusa que no era tanto una excusa, luego sigue después de una pequeña pausa.

Me hubiera gustado tener más conjuros en el combate, pero aquí no hay mucho rato para descansar.

>guarda la espada y, con una mano en la nuca, tira su cabeza hacia izquierda y derecha recordando los conjuros gastados en hacer dormir a una anciana y obliterar un slime, además de darle una armadura a una goblin. La vida del mago no es fácil.
>en eso Vak propone la idea de ir a tomar una vez acabe esto, respondiendo él sin prestar mucha atención.

Me vendría bien una limonada con grandes cantidades de menta, sí, es una bebida muy buena de donde vengo.

>mira la cantimplora de reojo allí abajo, esos verdes y goblins labios pudiendo ser hidratados, pero tampoco presta mucha atención. Escucha entonces a la goblin y sigue sin prestar atención porque creyó que no le estaban hablando a él, entonces mira hacia abajo. Le ofrecían bebida con toda la buena voluntad.

...

>toma la botella pero duda observando a la mujer verde de baja estatura. No duda exactamente porque le vaya a pasar algo malo por tomar, sino más bien debido a que su interacción con otros es a base de intercambios, robos o engaños, era muy raro que alguien le ofreciera cosas así como si nada. Soltando un suspiro pasa a beber lo mínimo para no morirse, lo mínimo para aguantar la caminata, devolviendo la cantimplora poco después porque de lo contrario se iba a beber todo... lo que sea que haya allí.

Supongo que luego tendré que invitarte una bebida... Gracias enana.

>asiente y sonríe mirando hacia el frente. Bueno, además de él, la gente también podía obrar bien de vez en cuando.
>como ayuda o en un intento de devolver el favor, para un poco su andar para ponerse detrás de la goblin y mirar sus flechas en su carcaj, las que disparo hace no mucho; flechas normales, nada fuera de lo común para un tirador. Encorvando su postura un poco acerca su dedo índice hacia las mismas tocando una por una, dibujando una runa, y con los ojos cerrados recita entre susurros el truco Reparar. Un refuerzo, las flechas tienden a desgastarse más rápido que cualquier otra cosa, aunque también lo lanza sobre el arco.

Yo... Estoy viajando hacia tierras sueñas. ¿Está bien si les acompaño? Prometo no ser una molestia... No tanto.

>y mientras se devolvía a su lugar retomaba lo de viajar juntos, aunque guardando las razones por las que quiere viajar hacia tierras de frío. No le parecía una idea desagradable viajar con otros, aunque sería la primera vez que viajaba con alguien (vivo).

>>4127

>La enana y la goblin sueltan una carcajada cuando escuchan tu comentario, ambas caminan mientras ríen, por su parte Mao ríe un poco también.
>El olor a hierro invade tu nariz luego de acercar tu dedo cubierto de sangre a esta, pero también logras notar otro aroma, un aroma un tanto dulce, casi parece herbal en naturaleza, también notas que la sangre ya esta bastante espesa, probablemente productor del calor.


Mao: Las cockatrices son comestibles, no tienen un sabor muy diferente al del pollo, aunque si hay una criatura cuya carne te puede volver piedra, los basiliscos.

>Comenta el Zumin en un tono calmado, así el grupo continua con su camino y la conversación sigue su curso, tu mencionas como la vesícula de gas de la cockatriz podría ser útil para fabricar venenos.

Vak: Unas flechas venenosas no me vendrían mal.

>Pasado el comentario de Vak la conversación se enfoca en ti y como no se te da para nada mal esto de la magia.

Mao: Eso es verdad, yo solo tengo dos hechizos mas, así que espero que no nos encontremos con nada en nuestro camino de vuelta.

>Pronto Vak te ofrecería agua, la cual aceptaste, tomando lo que creíste necesario, una vez acabaste le devolviste la cantimplora a Vak, quien se la lanzo a Kilt con un rápido movimiento.
>Luego de haber tomado un trago decidiste devolverle el favor a Vak, así que te ganaste detrás de ella para preparar un truco.

Vak: Eh, ¿Qué estas haciendo?, ¿acaso quieres ver mi trasero?

>Pregunto la goblin sin pudor alguno, antes de darse cuenta que estabas dibujando runas en sus flechas, esta miro curiosa todo el proceso.

Vak: Gracias, no se que hayas hecho, pero tampoco voy a cuestionar a un mago.

>Luego de esto procedes a indicar hacia donde quieres ir, preguntando si puedes viajar junto a el grupo.

Kilt: Por supuesto, un mago nunca viene mal, además nosotros también vamos hacia el sur, tenemos intenciones de tomar un bote hacia Valia.

>Comenta Kilt en un tono tranquilo mientras continua caminando, en su rostro hay una expresión relajada.

Disculpa la respuesta tardía negro, algo necesito que tires un dado 5 para un posible encuentro

>>4117
Grunt Err-Tetazas

>Tras recibir la explicación de los hombres sin pipi, me quedo observando confundido igual a la mujer Jak y a la otra... ¿Eran familia o algo? No se parecían en nada, tampoco olían mínimamente similar. No entendía la relación de estas dos, y achino un poco los ojos mientras juzgo/pienso.

>Pero eso no duro mucho porque cuando comida se puso enfrente de mí, mis ojos se abren como platos y mi tripa ruge... Hace tiempo no había comido nada, no había sido buena temporada esta ocasión, y sin muchos modales agarro uno de esos pedazos cuadrados del tamaño de un roedor.

"...........:"

>Lo miro de arriba a abajo.... Necesitaría un centenar para saciarme... Lo meto en mi boca y.... Delicioso. No cumplía su función de llenar, pero por primera vez comía algo que sabía “fuerte”, en el sentido, cumplía el sabor, no saciar. Esto solo era capas en mi mente para gente que no necesita comer para sobrevivir, que tiene tanta comida que puede darse el lujo de elegir que sepan bien las cosas y que no cumplan la función de alimentar tan bien.

>Agarro otro y le vierto un poco de miel arriba.... Miraba a los lados mientras lo hacía, esperando que algo me pique, pero nada... Comer tan fácil, sin correr, sin cazar, sin ser dañado, realmente perdía su gracia, podría saber como el cielo, pero ¿para qué?.

"uhggg..."

>Asi por los loles, saco o intento desenvainar el cacho espada que traje y pincho un sanguche, como si fueran mini apuñaladas a un raton.... Nada.

"(No es lo mismo...)"

>Me cruzo de brazos con la espada en mi regazo, algo ofendido, tenía que golpear a algo ahora, o no podría dormir en paz.

1d20 = 5

>>4129
Qué cringe

>>4130
I'm cringe and that's based, I'll never be based and that's not cringe, there's no one id rather be than me...
1d100 = 93

>>4131
>>4130
Pic

>>4128
Respondo en la noche, ya voy tirando dado y perdón por los retrasos de estos días. Llevar vida social es difícil.
1d5 = 3

>>4128
>>4132

>tal vez había dicho algo tonto con esa mentira sobre su abuela, de ahí que todos se rieran, o puede que sí haya sido un comentario gracioso. Él ponía atención a la sangre, captando de inmediato el intenso hierro que se quebraba y mezclaba con el rojo espeso de un cuerpo al calor del sol.

(¿Qué es esto?)

>además del rojo metálico, podía percibir cierto aroma a hierbas, un olor que no debería pertenecer a una criatura como esta. Era algo similar como lo del slime, y aunque pueda sacar la excusa de que el mismo andaba comiendo verduras y especias, puede que aquí haya algo más como a él le gusta.

(Las flechas de la goblin, el hacha o el pollo, ninguno tenía un extra que dé una explicación a esto.)

>su mente llega a la conclusión de que los seres "mágicos" tienen esta particularidad... o simplemente el hecho de haber bebido pociones extrañas de niño le está afectando el olfato. De todas formas era algo curioso que no podía confirmar ahora mismo, primero porque las manos no le dan información de estas cosas y segundo, no puede hablar con ellas sin parecer un loco ante otros. Tal vez haya alguien por ahí que tenga información de tiempos lejanos.
>en eso Mao es el que responde su pregunta sobre la criatura ave reptil. Sí, era comestible como cualquier animal normal, otro ser es el que te convierte en piedra al probar su carne, por muy fantasioso que eso pueda sonar. En verdad vivía en un mundo muy extraño.

Interesante, entonces esos sí existen, nunca vi uno.

>seguro tenía algún tipo de relación con esta criatura que llevan a rastras, pero tampoco era momento de pensarlo tanto, llegando entonces al tema del veneno y flechas. Siempre es bueno tener un extra, un empuje, ya sea veneno u otro. Él no menciona nada, quedándose más adelante con lo del Zumin que solo dispone de dos conjuros.
>así hasta llegar a beber agua gracias a la goblin, pero solo lo necesario. Posteriormente devuelve y la misma cantimplora se le es pasada a la enana. Se andaban pasando las babas unos a otros, aunque a él no le importa, era mejor que beber de charcos luego de las temporadas de lluvia. Los besos indirectos no son nada ante la supervivencia.
>en un momento se va detrás de la goblin para ver sus armas y repararlas de los pequeños desgarros del combate así como uno afila una espada, aunque esto era con magia. No se espera el comentario que le llega por parte de esta, rompiendo la magia en sus dedos y su concentración. La gente aquí es bastante directa.

Me llegas por la cintura, debería irme muy atrás si quisiera verte el trasero. Igual ya lo he hecho.

>probablemente el más joven pero a su vez el más alto entre estos cuatro. En una risa nasal este se encarga de lanzar su magia en flechas y arco, eliminando astillas, reparando los microdesgarros de la cuerda y ajustando las puntas de hierro para una nueva contienda.
>la magia se daba y Vak le habla, Victoria respondiendo con un intenso calor en los ojos, como si el mago o la verdadera persona en su interior hubiera salido.

¡Pues deberías hacerlo! Cuestiona el tiempo, cuestiona tus pensamientos, cuestiona el mundo y sus respuestas, porque mediante el cuestionamiento es por donde llegamos a las respuestas reales.

>...
>sí, un friki total. Rápidamente regresa a la normalidad para que no le vea raro.

De todas formas solo estaba reparando tus armas. Mejor mantener el desgaste a raya.

>ahora sí Victoria regresa a su sitio, caminando recto, con su mano sobre la espada y moviendo su cabeza para liberar la tensión en su cuello. Pregunta él, respuestas se dan. Ellos también iban hacia tierras sureñas como si estuviera destinado a viajar con ellos, como una coincidencia que no debe dejarse pasar.

Está decidido entonces, compañeros. Haré lo necesario para ayudarlos con mis habilidades y espero llevarnos bien.

>dice con tranquilidad. Bueno, viajar con otros daba más seguridad, sin embargo esto pone muchas trabas a su vida criminal... si es que a esta gente le importa la ley y el orden, claro, todavía no los conoce tanto y ahí tienen a un aparente sacerdote.
>no menciona más, solo se abrocha la camisa y sigue adelante, prestando algo de atención al camino. Tenía curiosidad sobre sus nuevos compañeros de viaje, pero no quería resultar pesado con preguntas porque seguro se las iban a devolver.

>>4129

>La merienda había acabado y tu te sentías un tanto frustrado al conseguir una comida tan deliciosa con tanta facilidad, en ti surgió esa extraña y fuerte necesidad de matar que no te dejarían dormir.
>Lemida te miro extrañada, por su lado Kieltra y Goldvint rieron, no entendías el porque pero que mas daba.
>Así pasaba el tiempo y el paisaje a través de la ventana de la carroza cambiaba, poco a poco las casas pasan de ser lujosas mansiones a edificaciones mas sobrias y simples, la gente caminaba por las calles como si nada, no parecían tener un instinto de supervivencia para ti,
>En cosa de unos minutos el paisaje citadino fue reemplazado por las verdes planicies de Valia, en el cielo apenas habían unas cuantas nubes, el sol brillaba con intensidad al punto que el en el horizonte el cielo y la planicie parecían hacerse uno.
>Las mujeres iban charlando, pero no lograbas entender sobre que hablaban, algo sobre magia y hechizos.
>Pronto notaste como poco a poco arboles iban apareciendo en el paisaje, hasta que finalmente estos eran lo único que veías, fue así que pronto notaste sombras moviéndose entre los arboles, cuando de pronto la carroza se detuvo de manera abrupta,
>De repente se comenzaron a escuchar unos gritos extraños, exigiendo que los ocupantes bajasen de inmediato.

Goldvint: Parece que hay problemas, Lemida, Señor Grunt, ¿podrían ir a ver de que se trata?

>Lemida asintió y te indico que la siguieras, ambos bajaron del carruaje encontrándose con un grupo pequeñas criaturas que parecían lagartos de dos patas, estos portaban armas y los miraban con sonrisas retorcidas.

Lemida: Kobolds, esto no debería tomar mucho tiempo.

>En las manos de Lemida un arma se materializo de la nada y esta rápidamente lanzo un golpe hacia una de las criaturas impactando directamente en el estomago de una de estas.
>La criatura cayo al suelo, sus ojos estaban blancos y sangre brotaba de su boca, las otras criaturas se mostraron asustadas pero no retrocedieron.
>Estas comenzaron a rodearlos, preparándose para lanzar un ataque en cualquier momento, pero con cautela para no ser tomadas por sorpresa nuevamente.

Comienza el combate negrito, lanza un dado 20 para la accion y un dado 8 para el daño, tambien puedes activar furia para obtener un bono de 4 de daño

>>4133

>El grupo continuo su camino, la charla casual era lo que los mantenía distraídos del zumbido de los insectos y el calor abrasador de la sabana.
>A través del paisaje podías ver perros salvajes cazando zebras, grandes lagartos acechando las madrigueras de los pequeños mamíferos, todas criaturas que ignoraran tu presencia mientras te mantengas a una buena distancia de estas.
>En el cielo los grandes buitres sobrevolaban al grupo, obviamente interesados en el botín que Kilt cargaba en su espalda.

Vak: Condenados pájarracos, he escuchado que a veces son capaces de atacar aventureros para quitarles la carne.

>La goblin preparo su arco, esperando a ver si alguna de las aves decidía tomar el riesgo de atacarlos.

Kilt: No te preocupes Vak, esos buitres no nos van atacar, esos son solo rumores.

>Comento Kilt en un tono relajado mientras seguía caminando, Mao por su parte iba bastante callado, podías notar como sus orejas se encontraban mas levantadas de lo que recordabas y notaste una expresión seria en su rostro.
>Pronto notaste como Vak hizo una mueca extraña, para luego mirar hacia una dirección en concreto.

Vak: Debemos escondernos, rápido, huelo a unos trogloditas cerca.

>KIlt asintió en silencio y el grupo busco escondite en unas rocas que habían cerca las cuales también les otorgaban sombra.

Mao: Así que los rumores sobre el aumento de actividad troglodita durante el día eran ciertos.

>Vak y Kilt no se mostraban muy nerviosas, pero si se notaba que se estaban preparando para un posible combate, la goblin ya tenia una flecha cargada en su arco y Kilt estaba empuñando su hacha.
>Vak te hizo una seña para que te asomases junto con ella para revisar si es que los trogloditas ya estaban mas cerca, a lo lejos lograbas ver a dos criaturas de aspecto extraño, parecían reptiles, pero sus caras te recordaban mas a un sapo, sus cuerpos estaban cubiertos por escamas y estos estaban bastante sucios, cubiertos de mugre por todo el cuerpo.

Vak: Lo bueno es ellos nunca nos verán primero, los trogloditas son bastante sensibles a la luz, sobre todo la solar, por eso es extraño lo mucho que se han estado viendo durante el día.

>Trogloditas, apenas y habías oído rumores de esas extrañas criaturas, pero los rumores que habías oído no eran nada buenos, violentos, sucios, depravados, viven en cuevas ocultos de la luz del sol y salen de noche a cazar o saquear lo que puedan, también se sabe que secuestran personas, el para que queda a la imaginación de cada uno.

Vak:Han de estar a unos cien metros de aquí, se nota que venían siguiendo el rastro de sangre y el olor, malditos oportunistas.

>Vak y tu volvieron a esconderse detrás de la piedra, la goblin no perdió el tiempo y le conto de inmediato a Kilt la información disponible.

Kilt: Ya veo, con que se trata de solo dos, creo que podríamos a acabar con ellos rápido, ¿Qué dicen ustedes?

>Vak asintió en silencio mientras que Mao se mantenía con dudas en su rostro, no parecía querer tener que volver a luchar tan pronto.
>Debian ponerse de acuerdo pronto, porque los trogloditas se acercaban cada vez mas a su posición, pero algo estaba claro, ustedes tenían la ventaja.

Perdón por la demora negritos

>>4134
Grunt Err-Tetazas
>Muevo mi trasero un poco.... Demasiado cómodo. Charlas, cuchicheos... Todo esto, me perturba. No aguantaba el sentimiento desconocido, que me asqueaba, asustaba, me corroía, así que volteo mi cabeza mientras acaricio mi espada, hacia donde hay un agujero en la pared de este carro.

https://youtube.com/playlist?list=PLUS3ENV1wbK81HyDVTHEolZT_kDEnHtxP&si=OF49SueyIND2rUxV
>Miro a través de la ventana de la carreta y el mundo se desliza como si no me perteneciera. Las ruedas no crujen como los huesos bajo el casco, ni el aire huele a hierro ni a piel abierta.... todo aquí parece amortiguado, como si alguien hubiera puesto distancia entre las cosas y su verdad. Me dieron pan blando, carne sazonada, miel sin piquetes... no para sostener el cuerpo, sino para distraerlo. "Te estás pudriendo" susurra la espada, desde donde descansa contra mis piernas. No... Solo estoy quieto "Eso es lo mismo.". Eso me inquieta más que el hambre. El hambre es clara, honesta. Esto no. Esto es un susurro que adormece. “Te están limando los dientes,” dice ella. “No con piedra... con suavidad.” No respondo. Pero sé que tiene razón. Hay algo en esta vida quieta que no solo alimenta, sino que borra. Y el hombre que olvida la necesidad, olvida también su lugar. En la estepa no había preguntas. El viento te cortaba la cara y sabías quién eras. La noche te rodeaba y sabías qué hacer: encender fuego o morir. Allí, la vida no se explicaba, se imponía. Y en esa imposición había orden.

>Han cambiado la prueba por el confort, la jerarquía por la ilusión de igualdad. Y algo en mí rechaza eso como se rechaza el agua estancada. “Se pudren,” murmura ella, casi con ternura. “No porque sean débiles... sino porque olvidaron cómo ser fuertes”. La carreta entra en un pueblo. Luego, más allá, el camino se hunde en un bosque espeso. Los árboles se alzan como columnas viejas, testigos de algo más antiguo que estas ciudades. Y ahí, entre la sombra y el silencio, siento que el mundo vuelve a respirar como antes. No es que el bosque sea más cruel... es que no miente. La muerte está ahí, siempre posible, siempre cerca, como una ley que no necesita palabras.

>La guerra, la caza... ellos la temen como si fuera un error. Yo la recuerdo como un lenguaje. No el ruido, no la sangre derramada sin sentido... sino lo que revela. En el choque, en la decisión de avanzar o caer, el hombre se despoja de todo lo que sobra. Queda solo lo esencial. Y eso... eso es lo más cercano a lo sagrado que he conocido. No porque destruya, sino porque separa. Ordena. Da forma. “Cada golpe es una elección,” dice ella. “Cada vida tomada... una afirmación. No del odio. De lo que eres”. Asiento apenas, sin darme cuenta. Porque lo entiendo sin querer pensarlo. No se trata de matar por furia ni por placer. Eso es cosa de bestias rotas. Se trata de algo más frío, más alto... como si cada acto estuviera inscrito en un orden que no vemos pero sentimos. En la estepa, no pensaba de estas cosas. No hacía falta. Se vivían. El nomada no necesitaba un motivo más allá del horizonte. Caminaba porque ese era su lugar en el mundo. Y en ese movimiento constante, en esa vida al borde de todo, había una pureza que aquí no encuentro. Aquí todo está lleno... y, sin embargo, vacío. “¿Quieres volver?,” susurra ella.

>No contesto. Pero mi mano se cierra sobre su empuñadura. No es nostalgia. No es deseo de huir. Es otra cosa. Es reconocer que lo que llaman avance se siente como retroceso en la sangre. Que el hombre no fue hecho para esta quietud sin propósito. Que hay algo en nosotros que exige prueba, exige riesgo, exige enfrentamiento... no para sobrevivir, sino para ser. El bosque se cierra más. La luz se rompe en fragmentos. Y por un momento, muy breve, siento que el mundo vuelve a alinearse.

"Están aquí"

>Sin pensarlo bajo de la carreta, aún moviéndose, cayendo al suelo y rondando contra el piso. Me levanto.

"Sisilisko"

>Hombres lagarto, de piel escamosa... Eran similar a los dragones de las cumbres, pero nunca vi uno. La tierra todavía cae de mi piel cuando me enderezo, y por un instante todo encaja. No hay ruido sobrante, no hay pensamientos que se desparramen sin forma. Solo el corazón tucun tucun. Mis manos aprietan con fuerza el mango y... tiemblan, tiemblan hasta los brazos.

"....."

>Esto...

>Mi garganta se cierra, mis dientes aprietan. Mi respiración se corta en tirones cortos, rápidos. Empiezo a mearme encima, ni siquiera lo registro del todo hasta que siento ese tibiecito recorrer por la pierna, hasta hacer un charco bajo mis pies. Mis ojos clavados en el lagarto más cercano, sin pesñar. Mis músculos se tensan tanto que duelen. Se encogen, se preparan, se cierran sobre sí mismos como si fueran a romperse. Por esto mismo, mi espalda se curva, la cabeza baja apenas. No estoy decidiendo avanzar. Ya estoy avanzando.

1d20 = 1
1d8 = 4

>Sin estrategia, mis manos se mueven, la distancia desaparece y su forma deja de ser algo externo, siento ese punto exacto donde el impulso y el acto son lo mismo.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=c9i9ZQ0231E▾

>>4136

>Lanzas un ataque de forma temeraria guiado por el instinto del combate y la voz en tu espada, todo lo que has conocido durante tu vida es la batalla constante por la supervivencia y esta guiaba tu cuerpo.
>Tú ataque conecta en un uno de los kobold, hiriéndolo de gravedad, este cayo al suelo dejando escapar un chillido agónico, los otros kobold se mostraron aterrados.

Lemida: Pagaran el habernos importunado, criaturas retorcidas.

>La mujer procedio a lanzar un ataque, impactando en una pierna de un kobold, el cual dejo escapar un alarido de dolor.
>Aún así las criaturas no desistieron a pesar de ver como dos de sus camaradas ya habían caído, uno se lanzo hacia ti, golpeándote en la pierna izquierda con un garrote, pero este apenas y es un rasguño para ti.
>Otro de los kobold intento atacarte pero falla miserablemente, intimidado por tu aspecto salvaje, comparable a una bestia, respirando de forma agitada, sin siquiera aun haber sido por es furia imparable que a veces sentías.
>De pronto un kobold salto desde un árbol cercano sobre Lemida, esta logro percatarse, evadiendo un golpe directo en la cabeza pero recibiendo este en el hombro, la mujer ni siquiera se quejo, enfocando su atención en el enemigo recién aparecido.

Lemida: Oh madre, guía nuestras armas para que alcancen a su objetivo.

>Seguido de las palabras de aquella mujer una extraña luz de tonos rosa cubrió tu espada y su mangual, no sabias que era esa luz, pero no parecía ser peligrosa para ti.
>Los otros Kobold seguían buscando alguna manera de tener la ventaja en el combate, pero podías notar en sus ojos que se encontraban nerviosos, probablemente si otro cae todos terminen huyendo.

Grunt Hp: 17/20

Lemida Hp: 19/22

>>4136
Grunt Err-Tetazas
>Mi brazo se vuele de una manera tal vez sin clase, pero para nada tosca. Una esgrima arcaica, para una espada de tiempos arcaicos. Dando todo para el golpe, pero sacrificando la defensa. Algo corta y el filo sigue, todo pasa en instantes, cuando recibo un golpe, dolor, ergo estoy vivo.

"...."

"Mä olen menossa raiskaamaan sinuu"

>Lo observo fijamente, y sin pensarlo voy hacia él, con una visión de túnel. Mi espada me susurra, ella ha hablado, uno de ellos tiene que estar vivo para mi deleite después. Intento golpearlo, a sus extremidades, cortar o quebrar, lo voy a dejar indefenso, vivo, pero sin posibilidad de estorbar.

1d20 = 18
1d8 = 6

>>4135

>el muchacho caminaba con calor, pero tranquilo. A veces atrapaba los insectos que se le acercaban para verlos mejor, decidiendo luego ss arrancarles las alas para dejarlos a su muerte o simplemente dejarlos marchar para que sigan con sus insignificantes existencias. También observa la violenta fauna local buscando alimento. En verdad la naturaleza es bastante violenta, no es un lugar para los débiles... y el mundo civilizado tampoco, ahí todos se comen pero con cubiertos.
>por otro lado les venían siguiendo los carroñeros del aire, atraídos por el olor caliente del cadáver que ya comienza a sudar y atraer más insectos. Desagradable.

(Seguro que llegamos antes de que esa cosa se ponga peor.)

>la goblin prepara su arma y suelta algo sobre las aves, siendo contestada por la enana. No es normal que estos seres les vayan a atacar o algo así, tampoco les pueden hacer mucho.

Tal vez te quieren atrapar a ti, enana.

>menciona riendo hacia la goblin, aunque pronto prepara sus manos y en el susurro mágico dispara dos proyectiles hacia el cielo, con suerte dándole a alguno que caiga a su muerte por el dolor del ácido.
>sí, la fauna local se debía respetar, eso hasta que se convierta en un inconveniente.

Salpicadura ácida: 1d20 = 17 1d6 = 3

>al terminar, habiendo echado o matado, se limpia las manos y habla seguro de lo que acaba de hacer.

Estos carroñeros pueden atraer a otros indeseables, es mejor así.

>... En realidad solamente quería dispararle a algo, no puede ocultar la sonrisa por quemar a otros.
>entonces la caminata seguía, observando los alrededores y a sus compañeros. Había una tensión extraña en Vak y Mao, como si estuvieran sintiendo algo que los otros dos no, y eso pone en alerta.

...

>de inmediato saca su espada no porque puede ver lo que está ocurriendo, sino por el ambiente. Mantiene silencio hasta que Vak lo rompe al hablar de sus increíbles habilidades olfativas.

¿Oler?

>huele el aire sin captar nada especial, pero como todos toman sus palabras él también les sigue hacia las rocas, cubriéndose también del inclemente sol diurno de la sabana. Suelta un gran soplido de alivio mientras de quita el sudor de la frente, ya traía hasta el ojo chino de tanto que lo traía entrecerrado por el sol.
>ahora lo importante, los trogloditas. No sabía mucho, nunca había visto uno, pero tenía la idea de que son violentos y viven en cuevas o, según las manos, debajo de la tierra, saliendo por la noche para hacer sus cazas y secuestrar personas para comerlos tal como lo hacen los druidas en sus extraños rituales para alargar sus vidas o algo así. Los druidas son malvados, las manos se lo dijeron.
>rebuscando un poco en su cabeza adornada de cabello descolorido, responde al zumin.

Eso es extraño. Seguro hay poco alimento... o la noche se hizo demasiado peligrosa como para empujarlos a salir de día.

>o son rezagados, o sus números explotaron o están dando el siguiente paso a la evolución de su especie, las respuestas pueden ser muchas y ninguna es segura hasta que se investigue a fondo. Sea lo que fuere lo importante es que hay unos aquí y todos se preparan, Vak haciéndole señas para que le acompañe, él en silencio señalándose a sí mismo en confusión. Medía casi 1.80 y su apariencia era la de una flor en un fondo negro, iba a llamar la atención sí o sí con esos colores.

...

>no le queda de otra que tirarse al suelo e irse arrastrando cual militar, mirando entonces desde la esquina lo que sea que se estuviera acercando. Coloca su mano libre como un catalejo y observa, haciendo el agujero más pequeño o más grande según convenga.

Mmmm así que así se ven, esperaba algo más peludo si me lo preguntas.

>eran dos humanoides de apariencia reptil, anifbio quizás a si se miraba la cabeza. Escamas sucias, algunos crecimientos extraños, garras violentas en manos y pies. Él presta especial atención a sus pies/patas, se parecían mucho a lo anterior visto con la cockatriz, como si estos dos seres estuvieran relacionados de alguna forma. También tenían cola, algo un poco raro para un bípedo.

(¿Estos también fueron un arma del pasado? Fueron salvajes en esa época.)

>escuchaba a Vak hablar, aunque él seguía prestando atención a esos dos, apuntando su catalejo ahora a la zona de la entrepierna donde no se puede ver ningún tipo de genitalia, tampoco parecían tener pecho o pezones. Era curioso, despertaba su mórbida curiosidad de ver lo que hay dentro de esos cuerpos.

(Qué cosa, me entraron ganas de diseccionar.)

Vak, ¿qué tan inteligentes son estas cosas? ¿Crees que tengan algo de consciencia como nosotros?

>su catalejo va hacia la goblin y aunque parecía bastante estúpido haciendo eso, no tenía una sonrisa, preguntaba de verdad. Su compás moral iba a estar comprometido si mataba a algo inteligente. Uno tiene que tener su moralidad clara para prevalecer. Aunque también se hacía otras preguntas...

(¿Pudo olerlos desde tan lejos? No sabía que los goblins tenían un olfato tan agudo. Debería tener más cuidado cuando trate con uno.)

>huele su ropa que desprende olor a sudor y extraño olor a hierbas y vegetales.

(Sí, debería ser más consciente.)

>al final regresan con los otros y por fin puede separar su cuerpo de la tierra que aunque no era necesario, solamente para estar seguro. Uno no puede saber si uno de esos ya desarrolló una visión superior y por eso andan ahí por el día.
>Vak es la que cuenta la sopa sobre sus dos perseguidores, Kilt respondiendo con seguridad debido a que les ganan en número. Mao por su lado no estaba seguro, sobretodo por depender de los usos de conjuros como cualquier otro usuario mágico... Él mismo debería no estar seguro de esto, pero no, estaba bien y le parecía correcto para sus investigaciones.

Bueno, se están acercando hacia aquí siguiendo el olor o viendo a los carroñeros, no los vamos a perder fácil. Lo más seguro es matarlos... si es que nos quieren atacar, claro.

>en su oreja se escucha un frío susurro.

Podríamos emboscarlos si tú haces de carnada con la cockatriz, pensarán que estás sola y nosotros podríamos atacarlos por este costado, por la retaguardia.

>Kilt hace de carnada al sol y ellos atacan por la espalda cuando se acerquen, dando la vuelta a las rocas. Igual primero quería ver el comportamiento de estos seres, tal vez podían hablar.

¿Cuánto daño hace la espada?

>>4138

>El conflicto sigue en curso, los kobolds se encuentran nerviosos luego de ver como dos de sus camaradas cayeron ante ustedes con suma facilidad.
>Las criaturas nerviosas estudian la situación, pero sienten como ya no hay manera de ganar, por lo que estas comienzan a dispersarse rápidamente.
>Al notar como estos intentan huir no pierdes tiempo y sales en persecución de aquel que se encontraba mas cerca de ti, realizando una veloz zancadilla que provoca la caída del kobold, el cual queda inconsciente al golpearse la cabeza en el suelo.

Lemida: ¡¡No permitiré que huyan!!

>Grito la mujer en un tono fiero mientras lanzaba su mangual con una fuerza aterradora en dirección de uno de los kobold que huía.
>El arma de la Paladín impacta contra la espalda del kobold, derribándolo mientras este deja escapar su ultimo estertor antes de caer desplomado con sangre saliendo por su boca.
>El ultimo de los kobolds logro huir desesperado por su vida, completamente aterrado luego de presenciar como dos sin escamas masacraban a sus camaradas.
>El combate había terminado y ahora solo quedaba el suave susurro de la brisa que silbaba a través de los arboles como una suave y natural melodía.

Lemida: Excelente trabajo Grunt, he de admitir que fue un tanto extraño el verte saltar del carruaje, pero esos instintos tuyos son excelentes.

>Comento la mujer de cabello blanco mientras se acercaba a ti, notando como el kobold que habías derribado seguía aún con vida.

Lemida: Curioso, no creí que fueras de los que se contienen, menos aun en contra de alimañas como estas, ¿no creo que planees conservarlo como mascota?.

>Agrego la mujer en un tono calmado y frio mientras observaba a la criatura tirada en el frio suelo.
>El kobold apenas y respiraba, su rostro aun tenia una expresión de miedo, se veía demasiado vulnerable, demasiado débil, ahora no era nada mas que una presa a la merced de sus depredadores.

Kieltra: Vaya, vaya, no se tardaron nada en hacerse cargo del problema.

Goldvint: Así parece, un trabajo mas que excelente, entonces, ¿proseguimos?.

>Pregunto la joven a la cual estaban escoltando, en su rostro se veía que estaba impresionada con lo rápido que habían conseguido acabar con la amenaza que se había presentado.

>Luego de un rápido calculo lanzas un hechizo directo hacia uno de los buitres, impactando en el estomago de este derribándolo por el dolor, los otros buitres rápidamente se dispersaron luego de esto.
>El grupo te felicita por haberte encargado de las molestas aves, sobre todo Vak, quien se muestra muy contenta.

...

>Mientras revisaban a que distancia se encontraban los trogloditas junto Vak le hiciste una pregunta a esta sobre las criaturas, concretamente sobre el intelecto de los mismos y sobre si esta creía si estos eran conscientes.

Vak: Si lo son, no extremadamente inteligentes, pero si lo suficiente como para usar magia o realizar practicas religiosas, también se sabe que disfrutan de violar a otras especies, tanto hombres como mujeres, también a animales por lo que se.

>Eso ultimo era algo de lo que las manos no te habían comentado y que te parecía curioso así como perturbador.
>Una vez devuelta con el resto del grupo todos comenzaron a pensar en que podrían hacer con la situación que tenían entre manos, una cosa estaba clara guiar criaturas como los trogloditas a un pueblo no era buena idea.
>Pronto tu sugeriste el usar a Kilt y el cuerpo de la cockatriz como cebo para los trogloditas, de esta manera el resto del grupo podría flanquearlos usando la roca en la que se escondían y así ejecutar un ataque sorpresa.

Kilt: Me parece perfecto, apenas y sientan que se acercan los decapitare con mi hacha.

>Contesto Kilt en un tono seguro mientras te miraba, complacida por la idea que habías dado.

Mao: ¿De verdad crees que eso sea una buena idea Kilt?, ¿Qué tal si esas cosas te atrapan?, tu sabes lo que son capaces de hacerle a otros antropomorfos.

>Comento Mao en un tono preocupado mientras miraba a su amiga enana, quien se mostraba bastante impresionada al ver como el Zumin había levantado una objeción.
>Mientras ustedes discutían sobre que hacer Vak volvió a asomarse por la roca para vigilar que los trogloditas no se acercaran demasiado a su posición.

Vak: Oigan, esas cosas se detuvieron a examinar el buitre que Victoria derribo, ya han de estar a unos cien metros de aquí.

>Dijo la Goblin mientras mantenía su mirada en las criaturas, las cuales se hallaban cada vez mas cerca de ustedes.

Kilt: Muy bien, ya que no diste una mejor idea que el y viendo que esas cosas ya están mas cerca de lo que queremos usaremos el plan de Victoria, todos en posición.

>El grupo tomo formacion cerca del borde de la roca, para así tener claro cuando ejecutar el plan, fue así que observaron como luego de colocar al buitre en alguna clase de bolsa los trogloditas siguieron con su camino.
>Cuando estos estuvieron a una distancia en la cual podrían notar a Kilt con su mirada, esta les hizo una señal para comenzar a ejecutar el plan, ella salió del escondite, dándole la espalda a los trogloditas mientras ustedes se preparaban para realizar el flanqueo.

Necesito que lances un dado 20 de destreza negro para la prueba de sigilo, aldo en cuanto al tema de la espada, esta tiene 10 como daño base, pero como tú no eres una clase marcial el maximo de daño que puedes hacer es de 5

>>4141

>el ácido impacta y una nueva muerte se agrega al contador, sin embargo en este caso lo mató la gravedad, no él, así que no cuenta. Al menos ahí habían quedado los buitres, los otros deciden escapar.

(Vaya, le puedo dar a uno de estos en pleno vuelo pero apenas puedo apuntar a una gallina gigante.)

>pensaba mientras lo veía caer a su muerte inminente, al poco rato simplemente continuando con la sonrisa en el rostro. Al parecer la acción estaba bien a los ojos de los demás, sobretodo la goblin que le tiene miedo a los pájaros grandes o algo así.

>...

>ahora estaban aquí, mirando reptiles bípedos que se acercan hacia ellos porque les venían siguiendo el rastro. El escondite era bueno, con suerte no los atacaba cualquier otro ser que haya tenido la idea de resguardarse del sol por aquí.
>Victoria pregunta por la consciencia y la contestación es algo que esperaba, eso y varios extras. De inmediato levanta una ceja por debajo del catalejo, regresando pronto a su rostro normal y contestándole.

¿De verdad? Inquietante.

(¿Estos seres medianamente inteligentes secuestran otros para tener sexo sin consentimiento? Suena a un sinsentido. ¿Por qué lo harían? Tal vez sea algo religioso.)

>su vista se regresa a los seres. Él comprendía el sexo como placer físico sin más, lo había visto espiando en los burdeles mas nunca probado, pero con toda su inteligencia no podía comprender mucho más como que mediante estos intercambios se crean a otros seres con características de los progenitores. ¿De dónde venían los bebés? Ni idea, él nació de una probeta en una sala de alquimia. Uno no podía dar por hecho que alguien que vivió la mayoría de su vida en las calles sepa de esto, y las manos lo hicieron.
>finalmente ambos regresan con los otros dos, Victoria dando su idea de usar a Kilt como carnada, misma que no parece tener ningún problema con ello.

¡Bien!

>exclama por la idea de cabezas rodando. El problema aquí es que hay una objeción por parte del zumin, un total aburrido y amargado, aunque normal que se preocupe teniendo en cuenta la información que hay. La enana parece sorprendida, este tipo no debe de hablar mucho o proponer ideas.
>Victoria, manteniendo la sonrisa y con espada en mano, pasa a contestarle de forma animada en un intento de calmarlo.

No vamos a dejar que eso pase, ¿o sí, amigo?

>se ríe y le golpea el hombro con su palma. Su percepción traía a que estos dos tenían su historia, pero eso no era de su incumbencia o simplemente no le importaba lo suficiente, al menos no por ahora que hay cosas más importantes puestas sobre la mesa.
>Vak, estando un poco fuera de esta conversación, se acerca al borde de la piedra y observa, soltando que las criaturas se quedaron con el buitre. Quizás y tengan la inteligencia suficiente para ver que fue derribado y que se está derritiendo. Pero al final el plan es el que él dio, así que asintiendo, sigue las órdenes de la capitana yendo con al goblin para observar así como los otros dos.

No creo que la carne de los carroñeros sea buena cena.

>no muy lejos, los trogloditas guardan el cadáver en una bolsa y siguen su caminar hacia la roca que los espera con nada más que muerte. Los miraban acercarse hasta que en algún punto Victoria regresa su cabeza para que no capten su cabello y parche, ahora solo confiaba en Kilt que pronto da la orden, saliendo al sol y dándole la espalda a los trogloditas.

Shhh

>muy bajo, casi inaudible para los demás, hace ese sonido mientras con la espada simulaba su dedo índice entre sus labios. En su rostro una sonrisa, y mientras se movía en la sombra muerde su labio inferior color verde. No podía esperar para investigar a esos dos.
>en este mínimo tiempo que ha pasado con el grupo ha ido perdiendo la máscara, su máscara de fineza y respeto se fue cayendo hasta mostrarse como lo que es, torturando moscas, disparando a aves o irrespetando a los cadáveres. Igual si iban a viajar juntos en cualquier momento se le iba a caer porque así son las mentiras.

Sigilo: 1d20 = 20

>en cualquier caso, salga bien o salga mal, ya iba preparando su salpicadura ácida mientras se movía, la cosa era tomarlos por sorpresa y teniendo en cuenta que sus compañeros no están muy en la labor de hablar con esos dos o ver sus comportamientos, pues atacarlos será al sorprenderlos por detrás. Dos esferas ácidas para ellos.

Salpicadura ácida: 1d20 = 19 1d6 = 2

>>4142

>El plan se puso en marcha, Kilt se lanzo como sebo para los trogloditas mientras que el resto del grupo se preparaba para flanquear a estos apenas y se diese la oportunidad.
>Los tres logran fundirse casi perfectamente con la sombra de la roca, ocultándose perfectamente de la débil visión de los trogloditas, pero estos ya se habían percatado de Kilt comenzado a aumentar su velocidad.
>Los tres realizan ataques aprovechando el factor sorpresa, Vak dispara una flecha directo en la pierna de uno de los trogloditas. este deja escapar un fuerte grito.
>Mao hace sonar una pequeña campana mientras mantiene su mirada sobre uno de los trogloditas, sus labios se mueven lentamente y de pronto el troglodita es rodeado por una energía extraña mientras el sonido de la campana hace un eco aterrador, el troglodita se ve mucho mas enfermo, su postura se vuelve mucho mas retorcida, sus escamas parecen checarse demasiado, comenzando a caer lentamente.
>Con un rápido gesto de manos lanzas una burbuja de acido directo a los trogloditas, esta explota apenas tocar a su objetivo cubriendo a ambos monstruos en una capa de acido que provoca que los dos dejen escapar gritos guturales de dolor.

Kilt: Hora de acabar con esto.

>Kilt se lanza con fuerza hacia delante desenvainando su hacha, usando todo el impulso la enana da un poderoso y amplio corte que conecta con los dos trogloditas rajando los estómagos de estos y finiquitando el combate.
>Las criaturas caen al suelo en un charco de su propia sangre mientras dejan escapar quejidos de dolor, un olor pútrido llena el ambiente, sientes como su tu nariz arde cada vez que ese asqueroso olor entra contacto con tus fosas nasales.

Vak: ¡¡Con un demonio!!, estas cosas huelen mas horrible de cerca, vámonos de aquí.

>Dijo la Goblin en un tono molesto mientras se cubría la nariz con un trapo, en su rostro se notaba la expresión de desagrado mientras comenzaba a caminar.
>Kilt y Mao también tenían muecas de asco, el olor horrible que salía del cuerpo, concretamente de los vientres abiertos de los trogloditas era verdaderamente nauseabundo, si querías estudiar sus cuerpos deberías prepararte.

>>4140
Grunt Err-Tetazas
>Cuando menos quise darme cuenta, todo ya había terminado. La paz, la calma. Yo estaba sentado arriba de ese Lagarto mientras miraba el interior del bosque, y las Tetas me hablaban.

"Las voces se callaron de momento"

>La espada estaba satisfecha, por ahora, y eso bastaba. Tras escuchar a Lamidas, yo observo al Lagartijo y con calma le corto los tentones de los pies. Después, poniendo su brazo en ángulo, le quiebro un brazo usando la fuerza de mi pierna, después el otro. Y por último, con el taparrabos que tiene Implico por la picosa se lo saco, y le ato la boca, como cocodrilo. Con eso me levanto y apoyo al ser en mi hombro. Lo voy a usar para mi deleite después.

"Bien"

>Escucho a las cuernos, y a la plana, prosiguiendo con el viaje. Osea me subo a la carreta con la cosa en mi hombro. Si no me dejan meterlo, lo dejo en el techo del carruaje... ¿quién maneja el carruaje?

>>4144

>Te encargaste de que tú pequeño prisionero no pudiera huir, cortando los tendones, rompiendo sus brazos y amordazándolo usando su taparrabos.
>Lemida observa como realizas todo esto en silencio, no parece molestarle ver tales actos de crueldad.
>Kieltra y Goldvint notan a la criatura que cargas sobre tu hombro, pidiendote que la dejes sobre el techo, cosa que haces.

Lemida: Grunt, considero que seria mejor que te fueras sentado al frente junto al conductor, de esa manera uno de los dos podrá actuar de inmediato en caso de otra emboscada.

>Asientes frente a la sugerencia de la mujer, acercándote al frente de la carreta en donde un hombre con aspecto de cerdo se esta encargando de sacar un tronco del camino.

Conductor: Un momento, ya pronto pondré esta cosa nuevamente en movimiento.

>Sin mucho esfuerzo el hombre toma el tronco y lo lanza a un lado despejando el camino, este frota su frente con su ante brazo, dejando escapar un largo suspiro.
>Con calma camina hacia ti, dándote la mano apenas y están frente a frente, en su rostro hay una sonrisa calmada, notas sus colmillos sobresalientes y su nariz como de cerdo, además de su altura, es bastante mas alto que tu.

Gorjal: Soy Gorjal, conductor de profesión, un gusto conocerte.

>Una vez finalizadas las presentaciones, Gorjal te ayuda a amarrar bien al kobold al techo del carruaje para así continuar con el viaje.

Gorjal: ¿De donde vienes chico?, estoy seguro que no he visto tu cara por la ciudad?.

>Pregunta el sujeto con rostro de cerdo mientras sostiene las riendas con una de sus manos, con la otra este sostiene una vara de la que sale humo, en su rostro hay una expresión tranquila.

>>4143

>mejor de lo que parecía para clases no especializadas en sigilo, los tres se funden en la poca sombra que da una piedra en la sabana salvaje. Se mueven a lo dicho mientras los presuntos enemigos se acercan más rápido al notar a la enana cargando el pollo, y no pasa mucho tiempo hasta que comienzan los disparos.

¡Sorpresa!

>una flecha incapacitante que deja salir sangre y un grito, luego una campana y magia que convierte en anciano, soltando allí Victoria el ataque que venía preparando desde que se metieron en la sombra. Los trogloditas ya no podían reaccionar, estaban acabados, demostrando que en efecto había poca inteligencia porque ni en sueños la enana estaría sola. Es así que una mala lectura te puede comer la vida, por eso Victoria iba por la vida con una cautela a veces exagerada.
>incapacitados los enemigos, quedan servidos para que la enana, cargando la cockatriz y todo, se despacha rápido a los trogloditas con su hacha. En verdad había que darle mérito por su gran fuerza física y destreza con el hacha para abrir dos vientres al mismo tiempo.
>los "cadáveres" caen al suelo, la sangre mancha el paisaje y la carne que llevaban dentro huele... particularmente horrible. Quemaba la nariz, quemaba la vista. Él tocaba la mano izquierda en su hombro con cariño como agradeciendo la idea de antes.

(Qué particular sistema de defensa. Podrían y deben usar el olor de su sangre para escapar de otros depredadores de olfato más agudo, o simplemente para reconocerse en la oscuridad de las cuevas, sí.)

>Victoria se veía maravillado más que asqueado, su sonrisa apuntando hacia los "cadáveres" mientras su cabeza daba teorías biológicas de estos olores. Se acerca entonces aguantando la respiración y con su espada comienza a picar uno de los heridos, diciendo que en efecto aquí se iban a quedar porque nadie iba a parar los sangrado y devolver las entrañas a donde pertenecen. Desgraciadamente morir es algo fácil y muy difícil al mismo tiempo.

Qué decepcionante, creí que estos tipos iban a dar una buena pelea.

>se reía y los pinchaba, escuchando entonces el desagrado de la goblin que debe de ser la más desgraciada por su agudo olfato. Él tampoco quería vomitar por aquí y desperdiciar buena comida, ya había aguantado la respiración mucho y, por pura consideración hacia la goblin, no iba a hacer una vivisección a estos tipos y mancharse de su asquerosa sangre. Es difícil conseguir un baño decente y lavar la ropa, ser vagabundo no es cosa fácil.

Sí, será mejor irse, este olor va a atraer a los animales salvajes y seguro se los comerán mientras todavía siguen conscientes... La naturaleza es muy cruel.

>sin mucho problema envaina y dirige unas últimas palabras a los moribundos, quitándole también la flecha de la pierna de un tirón para hacerla girar entre sus dedos. Era como las escenas de game over en los juegos de Arkham donde los jefes te tauntean en un fondo negro.

Mejor suerte en la próxima vida, amigos. Sean más inteligentes, ¿sí?

>les da la espalda y continúa la caminata junto a los otros. No había misericordia, los otros tres y él los iban a dejar ahí morirse por la perdida de sangre o algo peor. Él no era el único monstruo sin corazón en este momento, pero al final del día todos son monstruos en el fondo, comiéndose unos a otros...

¿Lo ves? Te dije que no iban a secuestrar a Kilt, ten un poco más de fe.

>le golpea el hombro a Mao y le habla entre risas, luego agarrándose la camisa en la parte del estómago no sin antes devolver la flecha ensangrentada a la goblin.

Toda esto de pelear me dio mucha hambre.

>y así se continúa la caminata con el particular sentido del humor del joven y cruel mago ladrón.

>>4146

>La emboscada había sido un éxito, los trogloditas se encontraban agonizantes sobre las calientes arena del desierto, rodeados por un olor fétido.
>Te acercaste a las moribundas criaturas empuñando tu espada, con esta comenzaste a picotearlos curioso, aunque el hedor putrefacto que emanaba desde sus entrañas te obligaba a contener la respiración.
>Los trogloditas soltaban pequeños quejidos cada que los pinchabas con tu espada, mirándote con resentimiento en sus últimos momentos de vida, además comenzaste a notar que el olor que emitían era mas peligroso de lo que pensabas, ya que tus ojos estaban comenzando a picar al estar cerca de sus entrañas abiertas.
>Te alejaste de los trogloditas, comentando el como su olor podría atraer a carroñeros y que estos podrían comenzar a devorar a los trogloditas vivos, algo bastante macabro.

Vak: Lo dudo, cualquier cosa con una nariz sensible se mantendría alejado de esa mierda.

>Vak se había hecho una mascara con un trozo de tela el cual cubría su nariz y boca, aunque por su expresión se notaba que aun podía percibir el olor.
>Tu te despediste de los moribundos trogloditas, aurafarmeando en el lecho de muerte de las pobres criaturas, con calma les diste la espalda y seguiste a Vak.
>Kilt y Mao ya habían comenzado a caminar de vuelta al pueblo, por lo que Vak y tu los alcanzaron rápidamente, tu te acercaste a Mao golpeando su hombro de manera amistosa y bromeando sobre que debe tener mas fe, el zumin sonríe algo nervioso.

Kilt: Es verdad Mao, tu bien sabes que dos Trogloditas lo tendrían difícil en mi contra aunque llevara a un caballo amarrado a la espalda.

>Kilt entonces flexiono su brazo derecho dejando ver sus prominentes músculos, en su rostro había una expresión altanera, aunque tu sabias que la enana tenia derecho a alardear.
>Pronto tu cambiaste la conversación de tema, comentando como tanta lucha te había abierto el apetito.

Vak: Yo también ya tengo hambre, pero no quiero pasar al restaurante que hay en el pueblo, le robe unas monedas a un borracho y seria tonto volver a la escena del crimen.

>Comento Vak en un tono casual mientras caminaba a tu lado y revisaba su bolso, notaste como Kilt y Mao no parecieron sobresaltarse frente a lo dicho por la goblin.

Kilt: Bueno, eso significa que lo ideal es que entreguemos este pajarraco y nos pongamos de camino al siguiente pueblo de inmediato.

>Agrego la enana en un tono cansado, para luego dejar escapar un suspiro, Mao por su parte no comento nada, pero no se mostraba molesto ni nada.

Vak: Compra algo de carne para que cocinemos algo durante el viaje, por ahora creo que esto servirá para llenar un poco la barriga.

>La goblin te entrego un huevo encurtido y una tira de carne seca, Vak se acerco a Kilt y Mao, entregándoles también una porción, no era un buffet, pero cumplía con alimentar y llenar el estomago, aunque fuese de momento.

'...'

>Finalmente luego de un rato llegaron al pueblo, Kilt y Mao entraron en este dirigiéndose a entregar el encargo mientras que Vak y tu se quedaron en las afueras.

Vak: Maldición, aun siento un poco del olor de esas malditas cosas en mi nariz.

>Comento la goblin mientras se quitaba la mascara del rostro, no era muy bien visto ir con el rostro cubierto en los pueblos y ciudades.

Vak: Y dime Victoria, ¿Cómo aprendiste a usar magia?.

>Pregunto la enana verde mientras dejaba caer su trasero en el suelo, en su rostro había una expresión calmada mientras mantenía contacto visual contigo, mirando el único ojo que tienes descubierto.

>>4147

>pinchaba a los desahuciados, se cubría la nariz y boca con el antebrazo y su ojo miraba el estado lamentable de estos dos seres, mismos que devolvían la vista con rencor. El olor desagradable se hacía cada vez más fuerte, aunque en todo esto él andaba testeando que sus cuerpos, aunque robustos, no eran precisamente muy resistentes cuando se les pinchan... o cortan, o se les perforan con flechas. Su carne es tan blanda como cualquier otra.

(¿Siquiera estos tipos están adaptados a estas condiciones tan calurosas? Es raro ver un sapo por estas tierras.)

>visiones extrañas que no concordaban con lo que él sabía de biología y los biomas. De todas formas no los quería abrir y ver dentro, tampoco quería estar más tiempo aquí con ellos, así que se regresa contestándole a la goblin que ahora parecía un ladrón en lugar de un tirador, que seguramente sea ambas.

El mejor sazón de una comida es el hambre, enana.

>y con las despedidas hechas dejándolos a morir bajo un sol potente, los dos alcanzan a la enana y el ratón sin mucho problema, sin siquiera mirar atrás. Allí mismo Victoria intercambia con Mao, o es más que le habla porque el mismo Mao no le responde, sino que es Kilt la que responde haciendo alarde de su fuerza.

Impresionante fuerza, sí. No es usual ver a una mujer tan físicamente fuerte.

>mira el brazo, los músculos, pensando en las mujeres que ha conocido. Su madre no era su madre, sino solo una mujer que le cuidaba y probablemente sin voluntad propia; conocía también algunas meretrices que daban su cuerpo por dinero, algunas alimentándolo de vez en cuando o tratándolo mal por estar en una escala social incluso más baja que ellas. Las mujeres normales de hogar con las que había interactuado simplemente esperaban encontrar marido y ya, cero, cero ambición. Triste.
>entonces, esta mujer... o eso presume por su voz y manos. Un misterio del que no se habla, del que no se sabe su pasado pero sí el poder. Su carne helada llevaba rencor, no solamente un rencor por una supremacía racial del incierto pasado, sino algo terrible que le había pasado tanto a ella como a su hijo, lo había visto en esa terrible pesadilla. ¿El rencor de un muerto puede causar destrucción? ¿Estaría él dispuesto?

(No me importa el rencor, la destrucción es divertida de por sí.)

>pero dejando esas cosas de lado, ahora estaba con estas aventureras que salían del molde de lo que uno esperaría en una mujer de hogar. Toda una experiencia para aprender más de estas curiosas criaturas que huelen bien y sangran mensualmente por alguna razón que desconoce.
>Victoria por ahí cambia el tema, un chiste porque nadie en su sano juicio estaría hambriento luego de ver esos fiambres apestosos o simplemente matar a dos "personas", sin embargo esto no aplicaba con la goblin que además confiesa sus fechorías por el restaurante que él le había tirado varias miradas.

(...)
(Esta gente me va a meter en muchos problemas, ya puedo verlo.)

¿Sabias que robar es malo? Eso es lo que me dijeron los guardias.

>se ríe entre dientes, solo estaba ahí para molestar. Pero que los otros dos apenas reaccionen a esas declaraciones quiere decir que por aquí las personas no son tan trigo limpio.
>una vez más miraba el paisaje, escuchaba lo que decía la líder y de reojo le tiraba miradas a la bolsa de la goblin, misma que andaba revisando. No mucho después saca algo.

...

>comida se le es ofrecida, nuevamente quedando en esa silenciosa y fría mirada. ¿Debía aceptarla? ¿Quedaría socialmente mal el rechazarla? Sí, tenía algo de hambre, pero no la suficiente, y su estilo de vida era no comer más de lo que se necesita... por eso andaba en desnutrición por debajo de la camisa.

... Si me sigues tratando así tendré que hacerte mi esposa.

>riendo de nuevo acepta la comida con su mano "limpia", la que no anda por ahí tocando sangre o la que se usó para limpiar restos de slime. Era un huevo encurtido y una tira de carne, ambos listos para ser devorados sin importar la procedencia. Sin decir mucho comienza a comer en silencio, dando bocados pequeños y masticando bien para no necesitar más agua.

>...

>el pueblo se veía más cercano con cada paso que daban, llegando entonces sin ceremonias o bienvenidas, simplemente habían llegado y él se sentía un poco mejor al tener civilización cerca.
>como se había dicho, Kilt y Mao entran solos al pueblo, quedándose Victoria con la goblin para hacerle compañía. Tal vez podría acompañar a estos dos e intentar sacar algo más de monedas gracias a sus palabras y magia, pero tampoco quería entrar y que lo cuelguen por robar una espada.

Ellos van a demorarse, ¿verdad?

>dice mientras se quita el sudor de la frente y se sienta, cruzando las piernas y con las manos en sus rodillas. Mira un poco el infinito y escucha a la goblin que le habla, posteriormente sentándose cerca suyo.
>él cierra su ojo, respira hondo y en la oscuridad de su cabeza comienzan a crearse geometrías no euclídeas. Bastardos misterios de la lógica y matemática. A veces habían puntos de luz que con una línea se juntaban con otros, o también triángulos dentro de más triángulos que a su vez dan vida a más triángulos. A veces números, a veces letras.
>mientras descansa e intenta recuperar usos de conjuros, le contesta su duda a su nueva compañera de fechorías.

Mi padre me enseñó, es un gran mago y alquimista de familia noble, aunque decidí cortar lazos y hacer mi propio camino porque no quiero vivir bajo la sombra de nadie.

>¿Había alguna verdad en estas palabras? Tal vez, la mínima para hablarle de la magia. Igual tampoco era buena idea ir por ahí diciendo que es de una familia noble.

Él cree que la magia es algo divino, un regalo de los dioses, pero no creo que sea algo así, es un concepto más apegado a lo terrestre, a lo visible y palpable. Cualquiera puede hacer este tipo de magia si desarrolla lo suficiente su mente.

>levanta su brazo y su dedo índice apunta a su cabeza, su frente.

La lógica, encontrar la lógica en lo ilógico del mundo. Esa es la respuesta... aunque muchos otros llegan a la magia de otras variadas formas, otros bastardos suertudos nacen con ello.

>tener en posesión las manos le expandía el cerebro, de lo contrario sería como cualquier otro no usuario de la magia.
>con su mismo dedo y terminada su presentación sobre la magia, apunta a la goblin frente a él y lo acerca para picarle en la nariz.

Bop

>hace el sonido como si hubiera explotado una burbuja, luego ríe.

El sabor de los trogloditas está en tu lengua, no en tu nariz. Bebe más agua o prueba un limón, la limonada siempre ayuda.

>su mano regresa a su rodilla y su cabeza sigue en lo mismo, pero esta vez era su turno de hacer preguntas.

Entonces, ¿qué tal tú? ¿La caza corre por tus venas? ¿Tienes una familia o algo? Déjame adivinar, ¿unos bandidos saquearon tu aldea y mataron a todos?, por eso ustedes viajan por el mundo buscando venganza.

>seguía su descanso, con la guardia abajo y con una sonrisa calma.

>>4148

>The goblin hears about how your father was the one who taught you magic, you used to be a noble but due to differences in vision between your father and you, you abandoned that life, seeking to forge your own path, a touching story, but only that, a story.

Vak: I see, although you really don't seem like a noble.

>The goblin comments in a relaxed tone, listening to how you gently pinch her nose, then suggest she drink water or lemon to get rid of the putrid smell of the troglodytes.
>The Goblin takes a sip of water while you ask her why she used a bow.

Vak: My mother was a hunter, from a young age she dedicated herself to teaching me how to use a bow, survive the elements, and no, in fact, we could be said to qualify a bit as bandits.

>The goblin comments in a calm tone while taking out a handkerchief and beginning to wipe the sweat off.

...

>While time passed you could feel as if something was flowing towards your interior, soon your hands told you that you had recovered a spell, good news in case you needed to use magic.

Vak: Wow, you took your time, did you go to collect the pay?.

>The goblin comments in a somewhat annoyed tone, looking with an expression of boredom on her face at Kilt and Mao who are peeking through the doors of the town.

Kilt: Don't complain little goblin, I went to buy some malt and bread so that we can eat like kings tonight.

>Kilt raises a canteen and two bags with his hands, showing what they would eat tonight, on his face was a wide smile.
>Mao, on the other hand, approaches you and hands you a bag with gold coins, on his face is a pleasant smile.

Mao: Here's your share, twenty-five gold coins, if you want you can count them.

>Already with Kilt and Mao back the group is once again complete, it is then that the zumin takes out a map from his pouch.

Mao: I think at this moment our next destination should be Brighttus, a town dedicated to livestock, it's towards the southeast, what do you think?.

>Kilt and Vak nodded in silence, then directed their gaze towards you, waiting to see if you agreed with the decision.

Sorry for the delay negrito

>>4149

>true stories, false stories, the only thing that mattered was that the person here wasn't anyone besides a mage, everything else that was is irrelevant to outsiders' eyes.

Yes? You'd be surprised by the eccentric faces out there.

>no, he didn't seem like a noble at first glance, even his attitude was strange when barely known... and later too. Too much theatrics and too much evil jester.
>later on everything about the smell and also the doubt about the bow, responding the same with several pieces of information, keeping that last one for himself.

Bandits..., I see. It's an interesting story, in the end we're all the efforts of our parents, from seeds until trees made with their hands and thoughts. Or a sculpture made with hammer and chisel. We're no more than what they made us...

>memes... Not exactly funny images, but the original word.
>here Victoria demonstrated that she didn't have too many people to chat with for a while, boring much with her things that simply stays quiet and continues his meditation, opening his eye occasionally to look at the goblin without saying anything.

>...

>time passed and magic flowed toward him, he could feel it and hopefully that feeling be permanent. Unfortunately in all this time at the interperie he could barely restore energy for a single spell. The hands tell him so.

(I'll have to make much use of this. Thank you.)

>the geometries and alphabets continued wandering around until he heard the voice of the goblin, returning to the darkness of his closed eyelids. He opens his eyes to look at those two approaching the duo, happy with the payment.

Well it would have been more fun to be here in the heat. Invite us next time.

>with a smile he stands up, removing the dust from the dark pants. He had numb legs, no longer wanted to stay there restoring magic.
>ignores a bit the dwarf and glances at Mao approaching him, giving him his attention a little later. Observes the bag and takes it in one hand calculating the weight, feeling the same coins between his fingers. Smiling he replies.

I don't think I need to count them, we're partners from now on, right?

>it sounded like a threat but it was the opposite, he gave them his vote of confidence. Likewise he didn't think they were 25 coins each, but that was the total for killing the creature. Seven or six coins was already fine.

(With this I can live five years.)

>continues a bit calculating weight until at a point he leaves it and hangs the bag on his belt, right in the front part to have the bag in sight and so that no one can steal it so easily.
>not much later Mao takes out his map, mentioning a new destination... Today apparently there won't be many drinks because they won't reach the next town on time. Kilt and Vak nod to the idea then look at their direction waiting for their opinion, same that comes with a rise and fall of shoulders while he passes his gaze over the three.

Better there than anywhere else, we can advance better in the dusk where the temperature is ideal.
Then let's go, I already want to rest.

>and so he takes the step toward the one with the map, following him not too far. He gets a bit distracted by caressing one of the hands on his shoulder.

(I hope nothing attacks us this time, that it be a damned peaceful trip.)

1d20 = 12

Sorry for the delay, I didn't die (yet), it's that the flu has me in bed almost dead. Now I can finally roll a bit.

Grunt Err-Tetazas

I leave the kobold on top of the wagon, giving it a slap on the ass like one slaps luggage to check if it'll burst open. For that, they throw me to the front part of the wagon for smelling like piss. I just go and sit there, swinging my legs, noticing the driver clearing the path with ease.

"I be ehm... Grunt"

"You strong"

I give the handshake and we continue on our way.

"..."

After a while I answer their doubts

pointing at the horizon "Many moons from here, beyond the mountains."

"That be my home"

"??"

"And what be that?"

—pointing at the stick with smoke

>>4150

>The group started to move forward barely and you gave your answer, a cattle town, places where there's quite a bit of work for adventurers like you, the creatures usually hunt the cattle and the farmers usually pay very well to get rid of anything that threatens their livelihood.
>Mao was the one leading the group this time, carrying a map in his hands which he was reviewing calmly, behind him not very far away you were followed by Vak and Kilt who were attentive to the surroundings.
>While they were walking through the desert you started to caress one of the hands that you were carrying on your shoulders, cold to the touch as always.

Vak: How long will it take us to reach that town you mentioned Mao?, my little and beautiful body needs rest after all the chaos we went through today.

>Comments the goblin while stretching before letting out a yawn, in her eyes some tears gather indicating that the fatigue she feels is real.
>You also notice fatigue on Kilt's face, despite her not complaining her body doesn't let her pretend, her posture shows that she is sluggish and that a rest would not come amiss, just like you.

Mao: I can assure you we won't arrive today, but there's no need to worry, here on the map there's marked an oasis that is considered quite safe to camp.

>Answers the zumin in a calm tone while showing the map to the goblin, who lets out a sigh of fatigue.

Vak: Then tell me at least that camping site is close, I'm tired of walking.

>Adds the goblin while checking her bag, extracting another cured egg which she proceeded to eat in one bite.

Mao: We should be arriving before sunset, if we don't run into anything on the way clear.

...

>The sun began to set and with its arrival the climate began to be cooler, the sweat cooled down and the fatigue became even more present, but suddenly you noticed how Mao's ears raised.

Mao: I see it in the distance, the oasis!!.

>The girls let out a sigh of relief and the group quickened their pace to start setting up the camp.
>While walking towards the oasis, you noticed how Vak and Kilt were attentive to the ground, picking up twigs and dry sticks, Mao on her part was gathering dry grass and some berries or mushrooms that were found.
>When they finally arrived at the oasis the girls dropped the wood they had gathered and started to light a fire, on his part the zumin dropped everything he had collected on a blanket and took out a book from his bag, starting to inspect each of the objects.

Kilt: Victoria, could you accompany me to look for a bit more wood?, the ideal is that the fire doesn't go out during the night.

>Commented Kilt trying to hold back a yawn, she stood up leaving Vak with the task of lighting the fire.


Sorry for the delay black

>>4151

>The Hogorco hears your response, his face maintaining that calm expression. He brings the strange smoking stick to his mouth, takes a couple of puffs, then lets smoke escape through his nose.

Gorjal: I see, you come from quite far, buddy. Tell me, are there pretty girls where you're from?

>The man asks in a calm tone, but you ask him a question in return, one that seems to catch him slightly off guard. He looks at the stick, then takes another puff.

Gorjal: This is a pipe, buddy. It's used to smoke various herbs. Right now I'm smoking a mix of lumi-leaves and volcedro. Want to try?

>The man extends his hand toward you, offering the so-called pipe.
>Once you accept or decline his offer, both of you remain silent for a while, until finally the Gorjal breaks the silence.

Gorjal: By the way, what are you planning to do with that kobold? I mention it because I know someone in the next town who'd pay us very well for it.

>The hogorco comments in a tranquil tone, when suddenly you hear the sound of a bell. The hogorco immediately stops the carriage.
>Soon the women get off the carriage. Lemida approaches where the two of you are, her face as always impassive.

Lemida: Sorry for the timely stop, but Miss Goldvint needs to take a brief rest.

>As the woman says this, you notice out of the corner of your eye how Goldvint and Kieltra head into the nearby forest.

Lemida: Now, if you'll excuse me.

>Soon Lemida follows them into the woods as well. Gorjal lets out a small laugh as he takes another puff from his pipe.

Gorjal: Looks like the ladies needed to go to the bathroom. Let's just hope nothing ambushes them now—after all, they'll be quite vulnerable.

>The hogorco comments, letting smoke out through his mouth and nose. On his face is an expression you can't quite interpret—it's the first time you've seen anything like it.
>For your part, a bit of curiosity stirs inside you—a fleeting thought: do women here pee standing up? It was momentary, but you couldn't deny feeling somewhat curious about it.

>>4154

>Kilt and you ventured deeper into the oasis in search of more firewood to spend the night, both of you began to walk carefully through the lush terrain of the oasis, using natural shadows to try and go unnoticed, seeking to avoid an unwanted encounter.
>It was like this that you spent time in silence, you had already managed to gather a bit more firewood, but there was something that caught your curiosity, the physical power that Kilt had demonstrated called your attention strongly, especially how she had obtained it, since you couldn't feel even a little magic in it.
>Finally you decided to break the silence, starting a conversation, taking the dwarf by surprise, she looked at you a bit surprised, listening attentively to what you had to say.

Kilt: Well, I'm the daughter of a blacksmith, so I spent a good part of my childhood in front of the anvil hammering, that and the weapon training from dad forged the arms you see now, but I'm not just muscles eh, this figure you see is thanks to this armor that seems more like a damn sauna.

>The dwarf then flexed one of her arms while giving herself a pat on the stomach with the other, it was then that you asked permission to touch one of her arms, a bit nervous thinking about how the dwarf would react.

Kilt: Go ahead, handsome, but if you go too far I owe you a drink.

>Her voice had a playful tone while flexing her arm, your hand that you had unconsciously brought closer finally came into contact with Kilt, the warm and somewhat rough skin of the dwarf was the first thing you felt, followed by something you could only describe as a steel ball, firm, extremely hard and inflexible. some simply majestic muscles.
>While running your hand along the dwarf's arm you felt how her muscles tensed in front of your touch, the veins marked across her arm pulsing with blood, her hands looked thicker than yours, heavy, you could notice calluses on her palms as well as some scars that seemed to be from burns.

Kilt: Enough touching for now, if you behave and manage to gather more firewood than me I'll let you touch something better, now let's get moving, it's already starting to get cold.

>You managed to notice a slight blush on Kilt's face while saying this, the dwarf then got to work again looking for more firewood to return to the campsite, on your part, you also felt how the blood had come to your face, the heat of the blush made your burned cheeks hurt a bit, although this was eased by the cold breeze that began to rise in the desert while the moon began to rise in the sky.

Sorry for the delay negro, roll a D20 for research to gather firewood, please note that you have two bonus points on the roll and if you roll over 10 you get the reward, although the blood worms exist, but it's not time to bring them into the role

>>4153
Grunt Err-Tetazas

>I watch as the cart creature consumes whatever that was, making a funny effect, like it was a dragon, with fire in its stomach. My face appreciates how those African children look when they see something of technology for the first time, childish curiosity with adult distrust.

I stretch my arms as if wanting to show the size of a dragon, then move them as if they were wings. Dragons were beings of unimaginable power, if I could have a child with a dragon, it would be an even stronger being. I just cross my arms and nod, as if listening to my thought and say "what a good idea" although the Gorjal couldn't hear this, just looking at me like a schizophrenic.

I stretch my hand like those Chinese monkeys, and observe the object.... I smell it a bit and put it in my mouth, then try to imitate the ogrorco, absorbing the smoke... and absorbing... and absorbing more, until my face turns red, purple, blue ....

"COG COFCOFCFFOOFF AHhhgggg"

"COF COF"

>I return the pipe and continue coughing, letting out the smoke, how was this pleasant? It was like when I made a campfire and the wind sent the smoke to my eyes, making them tear up. And with that I cross my arms and stay silent watching the landscape...... ............................................ But fortunately, the orc breaks the ice.

I turn, get up, my face, observing the Lizard on the ceiling, to see if it woke up or if it's okay there, then looking at the Gorjal.

"No"

"..."

"I'll use it later, for now I need it"

"Later I can lend it to you maybe"

>Then the cart stops suddenly, I look around until Teturricas and the Yak, come out with the other.... And they go, into the forest. So I look at the Orc in silence, not understanding why? Are they going to hunt? To the bathroom? I didn't understand why if they were going to urinate, not just.... They urinated on the tree in front, why did they have to go so deep into the forest?. So I just sit down.... waiting..... and waiting...... but curiosity was greater.

"...."

>Without being able to hold back this curiosity, since I wasn't raised with limits, nobody raised me, I get off the cart and walk in that direction, a bit "away" to not go directly, but to be able to see.