!!RkFQIQOO6xk 11/11/11(Fri)22:07 No.16922144|
>Explain to him that in little more than a day, we have arisen from a small, stupid, cave salamander. We have arisen to unite the Sunfang, to destroy and kill the Woodfolk king, to free the Woodfolk from their slavery, and that with each day we grow stronger, far more stronger. We do not fear Bolbox, for he is not a god, not by a long shot, but if we must flee, in order to let the people under us grow and thrive. We promise to take the Woodfolk with us, by force, if necessary.
You do a pretty good job of compressing all of that meaning into one word, all things considered- and you mean every single word of what you said. After all you have experienced and where you began, you really DON'T fear Bolbox- not that you ever did, really- but you will make preparations, nonetheless.
The old woodfolk sags in relief and stands up, looking like he's about to say something... but then you blast him with BIOMANCY. When the smoke clears... well, there wasn't a lot you COULD improve on, but he looks hale and healthy, and save for his lined face and shock-white hair, he no longer looks ravaged by age.
There is also a tattoo of a silhouette encircling his right arm, where the parasite used to be: a tattoo shaped like a swirling blue salamander.
The old woodfolk- Steelbark, his mind says- doesn't look all that surprised (he's not exactly the most expressive of people, you realize), but you can feel his awe. "... I... thank you, my lord. I will do my best to help train the-"
"WHAT ON FUCKIN' EARTH IS ALL OF THIS!?"
You're basically mobbed by all of your squad leaders at once; Aazz is hollering about trusting the goddamn fucking woodfolk and the follies of fleeing, Seventeen is wringing his pseudopods at the thought of leaving all this wonderful ore behind, and Razz is jabbering about the sheer LOGISTICS involved in picking up and moving somewhere else, and where WOULD you even move to--