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

>>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.

>>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.

>>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.

>>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

>>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.

>>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.

>>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.

>>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.

>>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

>>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.

>>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.

>>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.

>>4125

>Kilt notices as you approach the cockatrice's head, it moves closer and notices as you extract the creature's eyes, for a moment it seems like it will object, but finally it remains silent.
>Once the task with the eyes is finished, you focus your attention on helping Vak to finish the job quickly.
>Once the creature's corpse had been completely packed, it is tied to Kilt's back, she makes a gesture with her hand and the group begins their journey back to the village.

Kilt; Let's go to the village to turn in the head for the reward, then we'll sell the body to some butcher to get some more money and we'll head to the next town.

>The dwarf then fixes her gaze on you, a small smile on her face.

Kilt:: By the way Victoria, if you'd like, you can travel with us, you seem to be a mage and it's always good to have someone capable of throwing fire from their hands.

Mao: That's true, besides, how you used acid splash in such a creative way is also something to admire.

>Added the silent zumin, you could tell that magic was something that interested him.

Vak: How about we go for a drink once we turn everything in?

>The Goblin asked in a calm tone as she walked beside you, she took out a canteen and took a sip before passing it to you.

Vak: Drink some, I can tell from your face that you're thirsty.

>>4127

>The dwarf and the goblin let out a laugh when they hear your comment, both walk while laughing, Mao laughs a little too.
>The smell of iron invades your nose after bringing your finger covered in blood to it, but you also manage to notice another aroma, a somewhat sweet aroma, almost herbal in nature, you also notice that the blood is already quite thick, probably produced by the heat.

Mao: Cockatrices are edible, they don't taste very different from chicken, although there is a creature whose meat can turn you to stone, basilisks.

>The Zumin comments in a calm tone, so the group continues on their way and the conversation flows, you mention how the cockatrice's gas bladder could be useful for making poisons.

Vak: Some poisoned arrows wouldn't hurt me.

>After Vak's comment, the conversation focuses on you and how you're not bad at magic at all.

Mao: That's true, I only have two more spells, so I hope we don't run into anything on our way back.

>Soon Vak would offer you water, which you accepted, taking what you thought was necessary, once you finished you returned the canteen to Vak, who threw it to Kilt with a quick movement.
>After taking a drink, you decided to return the favor to Vak, so you got behind her to prepare a trick.

Vak: Hey, what are you doing?, do you want to see my ass?

>The goblin asked shamelessly, before realizing you were drawing runes on her arrows, she curiously watched the whole process.

Vak: Thanks, I don't know what you did, but I'm not going to question a mage either.

>After this, you proceed to indicate where you want to go, asking if you can travel with the group.

Kilt: Of course, a mage is never a bad thing, besides we are also going south, we intend to take a boat to Valia.

>Kilt comments in a calm tone while continuing to walk, a relaxed expression on his face.

Sorry for the late reply, black, I need you to roll a 5 for a possible encounter

>>4117
Grunt Err-Tetazas

>After receiving the explanation from the no-penis men, I remain confused, observing Jak the woman and the other one... Were they family or something? They didn't look alike at all, nor did they smell even remotely similar. I didn't understand the relationship between these two, and I squinted a little as I judged/thought.

>But that didn't last long because when food was placed in front of me, my eyes widened like saucers and my gut rumbled... It had been a long time since I had eaten anything, it hadn't been a good season this time, and without many manners, I grabbed one of those square pieces the size of a rodent.

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

>I look it up and down.... I would need a hundred to satisfy myself... I put it in my mouth and.... Delicious. It didn't fulfill its function of filling me up, but for the first time, I was eating something that tasted "strong," in the sense that it had flavor, not satiety. This was only for people who don't need to eat to survive, who have so much food that they can afford to choose things that taste good and don't fulfill the function of nourishing as well.

>I grab another and pour a little honey on top of it.... I looked around while doing so, expecting something to sting me, but nothing... Eating so easily, without running, without hunting, without being harmed, really lost its appeal, it could taste like heaven, but what for?

"uhggg..."

>So for laughs, I take out or try to unsheathe the little sword I brought and stab a sandwich, like mini stabs at a mouse.... Nothing.

"(It's not the same...)"

>I cross my arms with the sword on my lap, somewhat offended, I had to hit something now, or I wouldn't be able to sleep peacefully.

1d20 = 5

>>4136

>You launch an attack recklessly, guided by combat instinct and the voice in your sword; all you have known your entire life is constant battle for survival, and this guided your body.
>Your attack connects with one of the kobolds, wounding it severely. It falls to the ground, letting out an agonizing shriek, and the other kobolds appear terrified.

Lemida: You will pay for disturbing us, twisted creatures.

>The woman proceeded to launch an attack, impacting one of the kobold's legs, which let out a cry of pain.
>Even so, the creatures did not desist despite seeing two of their comrades already fallen. One lunged at you, hitting your left leg with a club, but it's barely a scratch for you.
>Another of the kobolds tried to attack you but failed miserably, intimidated by your savage appearance, comparable to a beast, breathing heavily, without even yet feeling that unstoppable fury you sometimes felt.
>Suddenly, a kobold jumped from a nearby tree onto Lemida. She managed to notice, evading a direct blow to the head but receiving it on the shoulder. The woman didn't even complain, focusing her attention on the newly appeared enemy.

Lemida: Oh mother, guide our weapons so they reach their target.

>Following the woman's words, a strange pink light covered your sword and her mace. You didn't know what this light was, but it didn't seem dangerous to you.
>The other kobolds continued to look for a way to gain the advantage in combat, but you could notice in their eyes that they were nervous. Probably if another one falls, they will all end up fleeing.

Grunt Hp: 17/20

Lemida Hp: 19/22

>>4136
Grunt Err-Tetazas
>My arm moves in a way that is perhaps ungraceful, but by no means crude. Archaic swordsmanship, for a sword from archaic times. Giving everything for the strike, but sacrificing defense. Something cuts and the edge continues, everything happens in instants, when I receive a blow, pain, therefore I am alive.

"...."

"I am going to rape you"

>I stare at him fixedly, and without thinking I go towards him, with tunnel vision. My sword whispers to me, she has spoken, one of them has to be alive for my delight later. I try to hit him, his limbs, cut or break, I'm going to leave him defenseless, alive, but with no possibility of hindering.

1d20 = 18
1d8 = 6

>>4138

>The conflict is still ongoing, the kobolds are nervous after seeing two of their comrades fall to you with utmost ease.
>The nervous creatures study the situation, but feel there is no way to win, so they begin to disperse rapidly.
>Noticing them trying to flee, you waste no time and give chase to the one closest to you, performing a swift trip that causes the kobold to fall, hitting its head on the ground and falling unconscious.

Lemida: I won't let them escape!!

>The woman shouted in a fierce tone as she threw her flail with terrifying force towards one of the fleeing kobolds.
>The Paladin's weapon struck the kobold's back, knocking it down as it let out its last gasp before collapsing, blood coming from its mouth.
>The last of the kobolds managed to escape, desperate for its life, completely terrified after witnessing two scaleless beings massacre its comrades.
>The combat had ended and now only the soft whisper of the breeze remained, whistling through the trees like a gentle, natural melody.

Lemida: Excellent work Grunt, I must admit it was a bit strange seeing you jump from the carriage, but your instincts are excellent.

>The white-haired woman commented as she approached you, noticing that the kobold you had knocked down was still alive.

Lemida: Curious, I didn't think you were one to hold back, especially against vermin like these, you don't plan on keeping it as a pet, do you?.

>The woman added in a calm and cold tone as she observed the creature lying on the cold ground.
>The kobold was barely breathing, its face still held an expression of fear, it looked too vulnerable, too weak, now it was nothing more than prey at the mercy of its predators.

Kieltra: Well, well, you didn't take long to take care of the problem.

Goldvint: It seems so, excellent work, so, shall we proceed?.

>The young woman they were escorting asked, her face showing that she was impressed with how quickly they had managed to end the threat that had presented itself.

>After a quick calculation, you cast a spell directly at one of the vultures, hitting it in the stomach and bringing it down in pain. The other vultures quickly dispersed after that.
>The group congratulates you for taking care of the annoying birds, especially Vak, who seems very happy.

...

>While checking how far away the troglodytes were, you asked Vak a question about the creatures, specifically about their intelligence and whether she thought they were conscious.

Vak: They are, not extremely intelligent, but intelligent enough to use magic or perform religious practices. It is also known that they enjoy raping other species, both male and female, as well as animals.

>That last part was something the Hands hadn't told you and that you found both curious and disturbing.
>Once back with the rest of the group, everyone started thinking about what they could do with the situation they had on their hands. One thing was clear: guiding creatures like troglodytes to a village was not a good idea.
>Soon you suggested using Kilt and the cockatrice's body as bait for the troglodytes, so that the rest of the group could flank them using the rock they were hiding behind and thus execute a surprise attack.

Kilt: That sounds perfect to me. As soon as they feel like they're getting close, I'll decapitate them with my axe.

>Kilt replied confidently, looking at you, pleased with the idea you had given.

Mao: Do you really think that's a good idea, Kilt? What if those things catch you? You know what they're capable of doing to other anthropomorphs.

>Mao commented worriedly, looking at her dwarf friend, who seemed quite impressed to see that the Zumin had raised an objection.
>While you were discussing what to do, Vak peeked over the rock again to make sure the troglodytes weren't getting too close to their position.

Vak: Hey, those things stopped to examine the vulture that Victoria knocked down. They're about a hundred meters from here now.

>Said the Goblin, keeping her eyes on the creatures, which were getting closer and closer to you.

Kilt: Alright, since you haven't come up with a better idea and seeing that those things are already closer than we want, we'll use Victoria's plan. Everyone get in position.

>The group took formation near the edge of the rock, so they would know when to execute the plan. They watched as, after placing the vulture in some kind of bag, the troglodytes continued on their way.
>When they were at a distance where they could spot Kilt with their eyes, she gave them a signal to start executing the plan. She left the hiding place, turning her back to the troglodytes while you prepared to flank them.

I need you to roll a black dexterity 20-sided die for the stealth check. As for the sword, it has a base damage of 10, but since you are not a martial class, the maximum damage you can do is 5.

>>4142

>The plan was set in motion, Kilt launched herself as bait for the troglodytes while the rest of the group prepared to flank them as soon as the opportunity arose.
>The three manage to blend almost perfectly with the rock's shadow, hiding perfectly from the troglodytes' weak vision, but they had already noticed Kilt, starting to increase their speed.
>The three attack, taking advantage of the element of surprise, Vak shoots an arrow directly into the leg of one of the troglodytes. It lets out a loud scream.
>Mao rings a small bell while keeping her eyes on one of the troglodytes, her lips move slowly and suddenly the troglodyte is surrounded by a strange energy as the sound of the bell echoes terrifyingly, the troglodyte looks much sicker, its posture becomes much more twisted, its scales seem to dry out too much, starting to fall off slowly.
>With a quick gesture of her hands, you launch a bubble of acid directly at the troglodytes, it explodes upon touching its target, covering both monsters in a layer of acid that causes them to let out guttural screams of pain.

Kilt: Time to finish this.

>Kilt lunges forward forcefully, drawing her axe, using all her momentum the dwarf delivers a powerful and wide slash that connects with both troglodytes, ripping open their stomachs and ending the combat.
>The creatures fall to the ground in a pool of their own blood, letting out moans of pain, a putrid odor fills the air, you feel your nose burn every time that disgusting smell comes into contact with your nostrils.

Vak: Damn it!!, these things smell worse up close, let's get out of here.

>Said the Goblin in an annoyed tone as she covered her nose with a rag, her face showed an expression of disgust as she began to walk.
>Kilt and Mao also had disgusted grimaces, the horrible smell coming from the bodies, specifically from the open bellies of the troglodytes, was truly nauseating, if you wanted to study their bodies you would have to prepare yourself.

>>4140
Grunt Err-Tits
>Before I knew it, it was all over. Peace, calm. I was sitting on top of that Lizard while looking into the forest, and the Tits were talking to me.

"The voices went silent for a moment"

>The sword was satisfied, for now, and that was enough. After listening to Lickers, I observe the Little Lizard and calmly cut off the tentacles on its feet. Then, angling its arm, I break one arm using the strength of my leg, then the other. And finally, with the loincloth that I imply by the spiciness I take it off, and tie its mouth shut, like a crocodile. With that, I get up and rest the being on my shoulder. I'm going to use it for my pleasure later.

"Good"

>I hear the horned ones, and the flat one, continuing the journey. Meaning I get on the cart with the thing on my shoulder. If they don't let me bring it inside, I'll leave it on the roof of the carriage... who's driving the carriage?

>>4144

>You made sure your little prisoner couldn't escape, cutting their tendons, breaking their arms, and gagging them with their loincloth.
>Lemida watches you do all this in silence; she doesn't seem bothered by such acts of cruelty.
>Kieltra and Goldvint notice the creature you're carrying on your shoulder, asking you to place it on the roof, which you do.

Lemida: Grunt, I think it would be best if you sat up front with the driver, that way one of us can act immediately in case of another ambush.

>You nod at the woman's suggestion, approaching the front of the wagon where a man with a pig-like appearance is clearing a log from the road.

Driver: One moment, I'll get this thing moving again soon.

>Without much effort, the man grabs the log and throws it aside, clearing the path. He wipes his forehead with his forearm, letting out a long sigh.
>He calmly walks towards you, extending his hand as you meet face-to-face. A calm smile is on his face. You notice his protruding tusks and pig-like nose, and his height; he's much taller than you.

Gorjal: I'm Gorjal, a professional driver. A pleasure to meet you.

>Once introductions are finished, Gorjal helps you securely tie the kobold to the roof of the carriage so you can continue your journey.

Gorjal: Where are you from, kid? I'm sure I haven't seen your face around town.

>The pig-faced fellow asks while holding the reins with one hand, and a smoking stick with the other. His expression is calm.

>>4146

>The ambush had been a success, the troglodytes lay dying on the hot desert sand, surrounded by a fetid odor.
>You approached the dying creatures, sword in hand, and began to prod them curiously, though the putrid stench emanating from their insides forced you to hold your breath.
>The troglodytes let out small whimpers every time you poked them with your sword, looking at you with resentment in their final moments, and you also began to notice that the smell they emitted was more dangerous than you thought, as your eyes were starting to sting being so close to their open entrails.
>You moved away from the troglodytes, commenting on how their smell might attract scavengers and that they might start devouring the troglodytes alive, something quite macabre.

Vak: I doubt it, anything with a sensitive nose would stay away from that shit.

>Vak had made a mask out of a piece of cloth that covered her nose and mouth, though her expression showed that she could still smell it.
>You said goodbye to the dying troglodytes, aurafarming on the deathbed of the poor creatures, calmly turned your back on them and followed Vak.
>Kilt and Mao had already started walking back to the village, so Vak and you quickly caught up to them. You approached Mao, patting his shoulder in a friendly manner and joking that he should have more faith, the goblin smiled somewhat nervously.

Kilt: It's true Mao, you know very well that two Troglodytes would have a hard time against me even if I had a horse tied to my back.

>Kilt then flexed his right arm, showing off his prominent muscles, his face had an arrogant expression, though you knew the dwarf had the right to brag.
>Soon you changed the subject, commenting on how all the fighting had made you hungry.

Vak: I'm hungry too, but I don't want to go to the restaurant in town, I stole some coins from a drunk and it would be foolish to return to the scene of the crime.

>Vak commented casually as she walked beside you and checked her bag. You noticed that Kilt and Mao didn't seem surprised by what the goblin said.

Kilt: Well, that means it would be best to deliver this bird and get on our way to the next town immediately.

>The dwarf added in a tired tone, then let out a sigh. Mao, for his part, said nothing, but he didn't seem annoyed or anything.

Vak: Buy some meat so we can cook something on the way, for now I think this will be enough to fill our stomachs a bit.

>The goblin handed you a pickled egg and a strip of dried meat. Vak approached Kilt and Mao, giving them a portion as well. It wasn't a buffet, but it was enough to feed and fill the stomach, at least for the moment.

'...'

>Finally, after a while, you arrived at the village. Kilt and Mao entered, heading to deliver the order, while Vak and you stayed on the outskirts.

Vak: Damn, I can still smell a bit of those damn things in my nose.

>The goblin commented as she removed the mask from her face. It wasn't well-regarded to go around with your face covered in towns and cities.

Vak: And tell me, Victoria, how did you learn to use magic?.

>The green dwarf asked as she dropped her rear onto the ground. Her expression was calm as she maintained eye contact with you, looking at the only eye you have uncovered.