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>>16944107
I cast magic missile

Affirm gender.

If right arm is missing from a fresh cut and I have a source of heat or ability to create said heat I'm gonna use it to stop the bleeding thats most likely going to kill me otherwise and then bandage it up with whatever i can. If i simply dont have a right arm I'm gonna listen against the door to see if i hear anything besides wind.

>>16944134

You strike out with a chain of blossoming blue missiles of force, blowing the window clear open.

Outside of the small room is a great cityscape, buildings descending downwards nearly infinitely. The crimson illumination comes from a flashing sign directly overhead.

>>16944142

You're sure you're male. You have little enough desire to father offspring, let alone mother them.

>>16944144

You lift up your right forearm into the light, seeing the reddish glint of metal off the end of your wrist. Your arm is reddish skinned, with veins going through the flesh. The mount at the end of your arm is silvery, with a large plate moving in the center as you try to roll your wrist.

>>16944214
I venture in search of another gay kobold so we can have gay kobold on kobold sex.

Sup OP. Good to see you still on even midst the DDoS.

Playing a game currently; should be back to play within the hour.

>>16944214
Get our bearings. Last we checked, we were still in the CCCP with our arm. Try searching the room for anything out of the ordinary before we try the door.

>>16944214
Dammit, is this another damn dream attack?
Do we or one of our ancestor tattoos have Locate Object? Let's find our hand.

Bump. I'm heading to bed, so I'll see you tomorrow, OP.

>>16945036
>>16944971

You check arond the room, seeing that its contents are mostly a bed and a small dresser.

You feel something brush up against your right hand, and feel it clenching. You cast locate object, and see an orange metal plated hand, seeing it in a box in some low traffic storage area.

>>16945643
Look down, see what's clenched onto our right hand.

>>16945679

You feel more well than you ever felt before, in your old body. You can feel the exact outline of the object against your fingers, the characteristic circle and bar of a key that fits in your palm easily. Did you put the hand there, for some reason?

>>16945736
Alright, examine the key. Maybe it has a locker tag or something to identify where we're supposed to go.

Also, take a look outside at the sign and see what it says.

This sounds like another memory engram pushed to us by our future self.

>>16947731

You can just make out the key's tag, seeing that it signifies the key to the armory.

From what you can tell, the place before you is the Crystal Caverns, but with huge buildings and bright signs. You are not far from where the old barracks was.

>>16948516
Hobble out of the room and take a stroll down to the armory, then. Hopefully, we'll meet someone to determine if this is either a dream or a vision.

>>16948582
Second.
What do some of the signs say?

>>16948582
>>16948629

You climb agily out of the room, your left hand taking over as you descend automatically down onto the road level. Your feet touch cold stone, and the cold awakens you. You see no one else in the distant-stretching streets. The reddish light above where you came in comes from a huge crystal sign, reading "Welcome Home bar and grill". It has a small picture of a house on a backing resembling the bars of a grill. It has the appearance of grilling the house.

You note that it was a twenty foot drop. You feel fine.

>>16948785
Look around for someone to talk to while we head towards the armory.

>>16948785
Head to the armory, and on the way check out our legs.

Bump for OP to return.

>>16948911
>>16948809

You see no one around. Looking at your legs, you can only see that you are wearing a pair of foot-gloves on your feet. You proceed towards the area that looks like a warehouse not far away.

There, you hear the ocean breeze rushing in from off to your right, which a small crystal lens that rolls along the edge of your eye communicates to you with small white letters of light is coming from the east, from the bay. You see a number of ironshod buildings near the docks, the light from the crystals over the bay projecting in a light blue.

You see an older kobold, about maybe 50 years of age, with a hat down over his eyes, slowly brushing the walkway between two of the buildings.

>>16950803
Give a quick glance around to make sure that the coast is clear, then scamper over to him.

"Hey; pssst; old 'bold. Humor me for a second. Where am I?"

>>16950825
No, better question: "What year is it?"

>>16950825
>>16950878

You move over to him, quietly and surely. He does not notice you.

"Hey; pssst; old 'bold. Humor me for a second. Where am I?" You ask, tapping him on the shoulder. The aged, wrinkly kobold doesn't seem to notice at first, save a twitch at the end of his ruddy-scaled snout.

He grunts, then shouts excitedly, raising up his eyes to see you. They are crystaline orbs, a neutral gray in color. "Oh! Mr. Director! I'm terribly sorry, sir! I'm afraid the old body-clock could use some replacement, for staying awake, anyway." He raises up a dark-fleshed hand, flexing it to rouse it from sleep.

"What year is it?" You ask him.

"What? Gods, if I can remember, I'll tell you." The kobold says, shakily. He steps back carefully, his feet soot black against the tannish stone of the docks.

>>16951149
Not encouraging.
"Can you at least remember how long it's been since the war with the Golgremet Empire?"

>>16951149
Clear our throat and wait for a response.

Once he gives one, thumb out the key we have.

"Tell me, good 'bold, which way to the armory? I have been very disoriented, as of late." Raise our brow in false recollection. "Too many late nights..."

>>16951188
>>16951217

"Can you at least remember how long it's been since the war with the Golgremet Empire?" You ask him.

"What? Are the damn trogs somewhere?" The older kobold says, pointing his broom's handle like a rifle.

You sigh. "No. No one but you and me, old timer."

You take another slow look around the docks, as you see a small clearing between the buildings. In that clearing, there is a large NAJA loaded up with a number of crates made of some sort of shiny, white material. You see small greenish threads wrapping the boxes together like a package. The doors seem to be locked by some sort of circle of white stone.

>>16951254
If this is indeed a vision of the future, let's take this opportunity to get a good look at what we've made.

"Well, thank you for your time, old 'bold. Keep safe."

>>16951217

"Tell me, good 'bold, which way to the armory? I have been very disoriented, as of late." You raise your brow in false recollection. "Too many late nights..."

The ancient kobold's gray crystal eyes seem to glisten in a moment of recollection. "Why, no trouble at all, young man. It's just back that way," The kobold points a black hand towards the small clearing in the metal forest you noticed earlier, next to the loaded up NAJA, "Then, you take a right, and keep walking until you see the brown brick building." He pauses for a moment, looking at you intently. "Wait, you're not the Director. Not enough hands." He nods down at your missing appendage.

>>16951307
"Um...well, no. Though I thank you, just the same."

Then, continue with >>16951270

>>16951307
"Not...quite. Thank you all the same, old-timer."

Follow his directions, and take a look at the NAJA as we pass it.

>>16951333
>>16951270

"Um... Well, no, I'm not. Though I thank you, just the same." You say to him, clearing your throat. "Well, thank you for your time, old 'bold. Keep safe." You say to him.

"Watch yourself. Shouldn't go around without your parts on in a neighborhood like this at night." He says to you, shakily.

The NAJA appears to be an older model, with a tarnished gray finish. It has four legs and a lift in the front, stuck into a palette of the boxes. The boxes do not appear to be made of metal, but some other, cool substance.

You can see the fencing of the armory from here, set up with large red signs that say: "Military Zone". You

>>16951676
Assuming that there isn't more after the "You", then I say we look for a way inside. There's bound to be some gate or latch in the fencing. If there isn't (or it's being guarded), let's try casting a spell to see if our descendant has any magical aptitude. Something like a levitation and invisibility spell shouldn't be too difficult.

>>16951755

You are yourself. Rather, this "you" is the person you naturally are.

You take a closer look at the forearm of your right arm, and note the uniform shield-like shape of the scales of some sort of material the exact same as your old skin tone. You see a new set of tattoos on the arm, the same color as the old, wit some new additions in red and white.

>>16952050
We are probably a descendant, then. Can we use magic?

The gate is not being guarded. You can see a building further inside, the building standing tall, and constructed from brown clay bricks. You can see no windows on the surface, and note the few statues outside of it seem to be rather geometrical.

>>16952134
Well, we have a key that fits a lockbox in there.
I assume we're authorized to enter in some fashion.
Let's walk in like we belong here.

>>16952146
Agreed. Put on that Kobold swagger.

>>16952146

Perhaps you don't understand.

You know where your right hand is. You can see it at a whim. At present, the only thing at the end of your arm is a flexible metal plate. The hand is in a crate that is supposedly inside this very building.

>>16952393
Nevertheless, let's walk inside. We have the uniform for it, so we're probably authorized.

>>16952393
Regardless, let's go inside and get our hand.

>>16952424

Actually, looking at your outfit, you seem to be in a black cloth jumpsuit. You can see a clear insignia on the front, a triangle within a circle, woven there in red.

>>16952482
Forward! To the gates!

>>16952475

You walk around the complex, seeing that there are only three entrances: two in the front, and one in the back. You can see a few kobolds on guard, but you stay out of sight.

The doors are green metal in the front, and in the back a simple reinforced steel door. At least in appearance. Your hand is in a room lit by yellow light, which has the occasional patrol.

>>16952558
Re-addressing the possibility that our descendant can use magic. Give it a go.

>>16952568

But... You're you...

You cast mage hand with you right hand, and levitate it upwards, using the image as a guide. You turn around rows and rows of boxes, until you can see a small, gray door. You realize that this door is the same as the one out at the back. Your creepy floating hand makes its way over to the keyhole, and you find the lock, with a bluish round stone surface next to the keyhole. You hear metal footfalls as a guard approaches near where you are outside.

Well, I guess that's it for tonight. See you this morning!

>>16953058
Well, this is a pickle.

Dismiss the spell lightly, having our hand glide to the ground.

Then, cast Invisibility on ourselves and don't move. Hopefully, the guard will pass. Even better, he stops right by us, giving us enough time to cast Sleep.

>>16953058
Cast Invisibility, but don't rely on it.
Hide as well.

>>16955451
>>16955440

You dismiss the cantrip, your hand plopping down with a light slapping sound. You hear no one come to investigate.

You whisper an invisibility spell, the hum of it traveling over you.

The person who comes to investigate is a kobold wearing what looks like battle gear made from the same sort of plastic material as those boxes in a mottled gray pattern, like splattered ink. His right arm clutches a rifle, braced on his right shoulder to hold the front up. The left arm is a massive bunch of muscle, with a metal frame in the center, and a larger arm shaped like a dragon's claw, save scaleless, and a sort of gray-black color. His legs are prosthetics like the ones you knew, gray metal armor with the brand of the CCCP. He looks around, his eyes shining in the dim light, before heading over to a corner next to one of the crates. He withdraws a small shaft of paper and a spark-making lighter, and he lights it, sighing as he relaxes. A curious scent fills the air.

>>16955985
Don't move, keep our breathing as shallow as possible.

So Mynthar starts the kobolds on the path of turning the Underdark into Shadowrun, with magitek augments and Augmented Reality data overlay spells.
And I'm more than fine with that.

>>16956172

You feel the scent go past you. You feel dizzy for a moment.

The guard lets out a short laugh, a guffaw, broken by a horrendous coughing. He falls to the ground, gasping, and panting for breath. He holds himself up with his right arm, and with his left fumbles for something inside of his shirt pocket.

Nothing happens at your hand's location.

>>16956542
Pull back a little, wait for the guard to leave.
Also be ready to sneak away in case reinforcements come.

>>16956644

The guard rasps, reaching his pocket and withdrawing a small gray cylinder, which he sucks off of like a pipe. He breathes heavily, then gets up with a few clicks, and heads off.

>>16956863
Smoking on the job? We'll have to give him a blast from the past! ...if we had time.

Once he's out of sight, continue what we were doing. However, before we levitate the hand again, let's try to unlock the door. Is there a either a sort of transparency spell to make the hand intangible or some sort of low-key teleport spell we could use?

If the answer is no, then give the door a good tug with a force spell; well, that or changing the composition of the door into something like dirt.

>>16956907

You swiftly unlock the door with your hand, leaving it open.

You duck around a few more patrols to find the back entrance into the building. What's your plan of action?

>>16957053
Open the door, using Knock if necessary, enter and find our hand, then re-attach it.

>>16957074

You open the door, heading into the small room. You see your hand lying on the floor, and re-attach it, storing the key for later.

You flex your hand, noting the flexible portions behind the plate. You see the room that you're in looks like a storage room of some kind. There is only one other entrance or exit to it, an open doorway far off to the back-left corner of the room. You can hear clear voices from far beyond it.

>>16957144
My curiosity has gotten the better of me; let's sidle up to that door and listen in on the conversation.

>>16957219

You move along the wall, tilting your head back towards the corner. Seeing a clear hallway, you proceed in, looking at each of the doors in the hallway. It was made of the same brownish stone, and cut off by a large cart hanging with various tools. Each door seems to be of the green metal, and there are ten in all along the corridor, most marked "Storage 1-5". One of the doors near to your left is opened a crack, and you can hear the conversation from there.

"Orez? No, his muscle's 4th class, now. He could lift a NAJA with one arm if he'd get the torso reinforcement." The voice of an adult male kobold says.

"I wouldn't want to get that." A deep, raspy voice answers. "I have little enough flexibility in my torso as it is."

"Maybe the new Naga-style body would be more your speed, then?" The first voice answers.

"Well, I'm concerned about my image."

"Well, the version we saw back in storage 8 was with no skin. My leg would look weird too if there was no skin on it."

"How much would that cost, though?"

"Hmm, I dunno. Assuming only 10 times the surface area, you'd be able to get a good skin for 500."

"Yuck. Like I have that kind of cash. Maybe I could score something to sell off of the fighting arena."

"Hey, it's your body, man. But I ain't coming to pick you up in a basket if they decide to strip you for parts."

"No worries, I know a guy. He knows my parts are good enough to sell. They only scalp the people who come to play with cheap parts, like those plastic flesh things."

"Hey, I got some of those. Gave 'em to me after the work surgery. How much would a full set getcha?"

"Probably only about 400, if you're a smooth talker. The locals bodysmiths around here have a lot of 'em in the shops."

>>16957353
Alright, time to make our exit, I think. Let's go out through the same way we came in.

>>16957409
Should we? Maybe we should get a good look at some of these other models?

>>16957409
>>16957753

I dunno. Decisions?

>>16957895
Oh fine. Let's take a look on the way out.
May as well.

Do these dream sequences have a point, though? The only thing of use would be to get to a library and look through history to see what Mynthar is to do next in order to assure victory.

>>16957939

That would be helpful, if the is the future, and you can find a library.

The two kobolds on the inside are an interesting pair. One is much larger than the average kobold at 4 and a half feet, his scales a deep green. His arms appear to be real, massive things, the musculature protected by bracers. His uniform is a vest and undershirt of black cloth, thick and with armor inside, no doubt. His legs are uncovered, and have two curved, whitish toes at the foot on an otherwise black paint job.

The other kobold is smaller, having a "stick look" as some older kobolds would say. Standing at around 3 foot, he would be average in appearance, were it not for the large linegun he carries in his hands. The right hand is reddish, and the left white, with his arms densely armored by the cloth material. His tail is plated as well, and has a gun mounted at the end. His legs seem much like those of a typical kobold, and he wears a pair of thigh protectors and knee-guards. Below where the cut of his pants ends, however, you can easily see that his legs are of armored make. The left is red and the right is white.

You think to yourself as you press in further. Why did you leave this key for yourself? Why are prosthetics so common in the future?

But, as you head into a close-by room in a hallway, you see what you came for.

A roil of crystaline beauty. A re imagining of a classic monster. You look on at the ioun stone statue of a fish-like daemon, given to you by the two elves you know from the surface as a gift.

You can see something inside of its abdomen.

>>16958353
Take a closer look at the abdomen and the thing inside.

>>16958647
This.

>>16958647
>>16958656

You take a closer look. You can see what appears to be a small silvery gray sphere, no, more egg-shaped than sphere shaped. Organic, yet, somehow, metallic. It stirs your right hand. You remember, now. You remember that after you return, your right arm will awaken, and you will be out of commission for a bit.

Regardless, the hand feels drawn towards it. It's metallic circuits sing to you of its desire to take it. You smirk. It has been a faithful hand. But it could be some sort of trap. If only detect traps would work through this area...

>>16958689
May as well take ahold of it. This is a vision of the future, probably, so we can take steps to prepare ourselves if it turns out to be a trap.

>>16958689
>>16958706
Sure; I suppose we'll head over to a library/bookstore or, barring that, return to the present afterward
.

>>16958734
>>16958706

You place your hand up against the cold, crystal statue. You feel magic gently course through you, and your hand and arm slowly sink into the ioun ore. Reaching in towards the object, you feel it go up past your elbow. You grasp ahold of it, and draw it back out, seeing that your hand has grasped around it quite tightly. The egg is steel in construction, but was as light as an eggshell, the outside of it pocked with steel bands that bind the plates of it together. The outer portion has group of gears on it that begins moving as you draw it out from the stone, and you hear the egg begin slowly whirring to life.

"Welcome, ex-magistrate, to the world of the future." You hear a foreign-sounding kobold voice emit from the small egg. "The caverns have changed quite a bit since you've been away, haven't they?"

>>16960406
Speak very softly, and make sure that the door leading into this room is closed.
"EX-magistrate, eh? So, that must mean I either retired, or I messed up something so badly I was kicked out of office.
"How many years into the future have I come? And will there be more temporal shenanigans between when I actually am, and when I apparently achieve psionic temporal mastery? And who are you?"

>>16960443

"EX-magistrate, eh? So, that must mean I either retired, or I messed up something so badly I was kicked out of office." You muse, stealing a look at the doorway. "How many years into the future have I come? And will there be more temporal shenanigans between when I actually am, and when I apparently achieve psionic temporal mastery? And who are you?"

"An old friend, you might say." The voice says. "For now, I'm the first of quite a few set in creating a new organization. One encompassing the use of technology. As for the costs..." The voice trails off, clearing its throat. "Well, let's just say whoever gets in quick gets it the easiest."

>>16960483
"You still haven't answered the question of how many years into the future I am.
"And this organization...I assume you're going to be setting it up back in my time? And you want to insure that I provide assistance to you in the past, in order to assure your position in the future, correct?"

Do we recognize the voice at all? The diction patterns, any kind of accent?

>>16960516

"You still haven't answered the question of how many years into the future I am." You ask him.

"Well, yes, because that's a crazy question to ask. What does that even mean, how far into the future?" The voice recounts.

"And this organization... I assume you're going to be setting it up back in my time? And you want to insure that I provide assistance to you in the past, in order to assure your position in the future, correct?" You continue.

"Wait, hold on, this is a new thing." The metal egg says, the gears clicking. "You're from the past?"

"Yes." You whisper angrily. "That's what I've been saying."

"Oh thank the Gods." The egg says. "And here I was worried you were holding some kind of grudge against me. Um, no, I have no idea if you'll still be a member in the past, if time even works that way." The egg sighs. "Anyway, I'm Kolsof. Nice to meet you. Want to gain power over machines?"

>>16960546
Frown.

"You act as if you are some sort of god." Rub the egg with our thumb. "What would I gain from accepting your offer? More importantly, what would I be forfeiting?"

>>16960546
"Yes, Kolsof, I'll be interested in gaining control over machines. But since my mind has been temporally displaced, it probably won't do me much good once I regain my grounding and am back in the past.
"However, congratulations, you've piqued my curiosity enough that I will be on the lookout for you in the past, and will make sure that you are funneled the resources and such that you require while I still hold office.
"Now, tell me: how many years has it been since the war with the Golgremet Empire? How long does the war last? When does it start?"

>>16960585
>>16960596

"Yes, Kolsof, I'll be interested in gaining control over machines. But since my mind has been temporally displaced, it probably won't do me much good once I regain my grounding and am back in the past." You explain to the small, slightly animate object. "However, congratulations, you've piqued my curiosity enough that I will be on the lookout for you in the past, and will make sure that you are funneled the resources and such that you require while I still hold office."

"Oh." The egg says after a moment. "Well, you don't have to do that..."

"Now, tell me: how many years has it been since the war with the Golgremet Empire? How long does the war last? When does it start?" You ask the egg.

"Well, um." The egg begins, and you hear a lip-smacking sound, though from where, you have no idea. "Let's assume that it's been at least 3 years."

"Three years got all this?" You ask the egg sharply.

"At least three." The egg says. "Before I... erm... became famous! We'll call it that." The egg says, sounding somewhat suspicious. "So assuming I stopped being famous and started being... This... In a month or so?"

"Yes?" You ask impatiently.

"Maybe three years and a month." It says.

>>16960618
"Alright. Now, what exactly is this egg-thing? A communications device, I suppose. But you said you became this? So is it some kind of phylactery?"

>>16960618
Point a finger at it.

"My time here is limited, so unless you start making sense, I'll find out what makes you tick, one disintegrate spell at a time..."

>>16960653
>>16960666

"Alright. Now, what exactly is this egg-thing? A communications device, I suppose. But you said you became this? So is it some kind of phylactery?" You ask, scratching your head.

"I am a communicator of the universe's will. I suppose you could say 'angel' of sorts." He responds. "I am now trapped- erm, gifted with eternal life in this form." He grumbles. "At least I have telepathy, so no rubbish about me not being able to inform you due to interference."

"My time here is limited, so unless you start making sense, I'll find out what makes you tick, one disintegrate spell at a time..."

"Agh! No! SATAN!" The voice recoils in horror. You can't help but laugh. Your laugh sounds like the chuckle of a dog.

"Oh, my ap-pologies." The egg answers. "I meant to say 'oh, not again!' Wait, damn, no I didn't. Ahem."

>>16960764
"Demon sounds like a much more fitting title for you; offering such power with no strings attached..." Shake your head. "Still, I've bartered with worse. So, my round friend, what do you have to offer me /exactly/?"

If it starts getting elusive again, give the ball a good jostling.

"Tell me now, or by the great stars beyond these cavern walls..."

>>16960764
"So, you're trapped. Contained. Someone must have had reason to do so. Perhaps that someone was even me. And perhaps it shall be so again.
"Now, of matters of importance to me: when does open war with the Golgremet Empire occur? How does the war progress? And how are they defeated? Does your arrival have anything to do with it? Or do you really not know, at which point your use to my present and past selves is greatly diminished, and I'll simply leave you to the mercies of my future self."

>>16960788

"So, you're trapped. Contained. Someone must have had reason to do so. Perhaps that someone was even me. And perhaps it shall be so again." You say, glaring at the egg. "Now, of matters of importance to me: when does open war with the Golgremet Empire occur? How does the war progress? And how are they defeated? Does your arrival have anything to do with it? Or do you really not know, at which point your use to my present and past selves is greatly diminished, and I'll simply leave you to the mercies of my future self."

"I, erm." The egg says, suddenly squeemish. "Yes, yes I'll try and recall it, exactly... Just a mo', please?"

>>16960850
"Remember, if you lie to me, the future-me that will re-occupy this body will know."

>>16960930
"...and I'm pretty sure that I've picked up a few more spells over these three meager years...assuming you are correct, of course."

>>16960930
>>16961014

"Remember, if you lie to me, the future-me that will re-occupy this body will know." You say, almost unsure of who would know what for a moment. "And I'm pretty sure that I've picked up a few more spells over these three meager years... Assuming you are correct, of course."

"Oh! Oh good gods, let's not get into uses for spells!" The egg cries. "OK, so they declare war, nothing for a short while, and then boom! They surge up from the drow temple! You find out that they have a big advantage, and go off to search for something of great importance. Then, you go up into the upper crusts, talk with some people, and then you come back down, and you beat them! All that, within 2 years!" He says, confidently.

>>16961071
"A little sparse on details, aren't you? Drow temple? There shouldn't be a Drow temple anywhere near the Crystal Caverns. Unless that Drow kingdom betrays us...
"And you say I go to the Surface for aid? And I personally defeat the armies of the Golgremet?"

>>16961071
Raise a brow, thinking for a moment.

"Our royalist neighbors? How?" Think back to Torvash. "Any notable persons in the war? Key battles, strategies, or tragedies? Names, Kolsof! I need names!"

>>16961085

"A little sparse on details, aren't you? Drow temple? There shouldn't be a Drow temple anywhere near the Crystal Caverns." You say to him.

"Oh, sorry, I meant drow castle!" The egg responds. "Bit of a mix-up."

"And you say I go to the Surface for aid? And I personally defeat the armies of the Golgremet?" You ask it, your eyes wide.

"Yes, and I believe with some help, yes." The egg says. "Took em out with the old magic, you did."

>>16961118
"Old magic, hmm? What kind? Someone of your occupation should understand the various types... Arcane? Astral? Divine? Primordial? Even something as earthly as Draconic?"

>>16961118
"Alright. Now we're getting somewhere. Any mention of where I went on the Surface, or who I brought back to help me?"

>>16961153

"Old magic, hmm? What kind? Someone of your occupation should understand the various types... Arcane? Astral? Divine? Primordial? Even something as earthly as Draconic?" You ask him.

"Draconic... Yeah! You did do something with that." The egg says to you. "And that killed their leader. You were a hero! And then I went away for a while, then came back." The egg says.

"Any notable persons in the war? Key battles, strategies, or tragedies? Names, Kolsof! I need names!" You say, shaking the egg.

"Agh! OK! You have the GRU and the Golgremet Empire..." The egg says, pausing. "And... Some troglodytes. Something of the sort." He explains. But not really.

>>16961235
"Care to explain what you were doing during the war, Koslof? Or rather, what you were before your imprisonment?"

Bump for OP.

>>16961248

"Care to explain what you were doing during the war, Koslof? Or rather, what you were before your imprisonment?" You ask him.

"Me? Why, I was over in the Golgremet Empire, spying for you!" He answers proudly.

>>16961627
"Then why would a hero of the people be imprisoned?" Ask slyly.

Toss the egg in our hand.

"I wonder if I could trust you as far as I could throw you..."

>>16961642

"Then why would a hero of the people be imprisoned?" You ask slyly. You toss the egg in your hand. "I wonder if I could trust you as far as I could throw you..."

"Ag! It was top secret! Ordinary folks didn't know!" He says, quickly.

>>16961665
"Neither do I, apparently." Hold it up to our eye, as if giving it a good staredown. "Who sent you, then?"

Also, my radio slot is wrapping up, OP. After this, I'm probably heading to bed. See you next week. :3

>>16961665
"Really? Spying for me? Then how did I originally meet you? Wouldn't want to disintegrate you by accident, now, would I? Or then again, maybe I DO disintegrate you once, and that's how you came to be inside this little egg?"