>>38427634
Places I say things (like imminent threads): https://twitter.com/Predhack

The story to now: http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/archive.html?tags=Re:%20Lizard%20EX%20Quest

Character sheet: http://pastebin.com/dLa1ayJX

>>38427634
> Greet that parental!
Hello, food butler.

>>38427634
> Greet that parental!
Can we talk yet? Give it a go.

>>38427634
>> Greet that parental!

Crabs!

Rolled 2 (1d4)

>>38427634
Hi Dad!
>Writing

>>38427634
>> Greet that parental!

>>38427956
The sun isn't QUITE risen yet. You can probably spare a minute of basking in order to give your dad a proper greeting. You clamber out of the nest box and approach him.

He remains impassive for a moment before releasing a belated "Good morning." He seems tired.

Okay, you've got this. You pull some air into your lungs and test out your vocals. Oh wait there's some muscles attached to your dewlap. You can suck air into it too! Well clearly the secret of speech is in the throat pouch. You fill it with air and try to let loose a hearty "good morning!"

What comes out of your mouth is not words. Instead you hear a high pitched brassy note that grates on your ears. Your dad is similarly startled and falls out of his chair, which promptly collapses to pinch his tail. Oh NOW you recognize it. It was one of the odd things that was leaned up against the wall!

Behind you the sound of siblings awakening is evident. Apparently loud noises will wake them up. Go figure.

You try again without the assistance of a pouch full of air.

"Morning," you manage to chirp, relatively unmangled. Your dad looks at you with a sore expression as he tries to unfold the chair from around his tail.

"Crabs?" You ask innocently.

> Filial duties complete. Await requested crabs and failing that, greet the sun
> Await requested crabs. Then questions <specify>
> Siblings are awake. Greet them with your newfound powers of voice
> That rock is still outside calling you...
> Other?

>>38428256
> Siblings are awake. Greet them with your newfound powers of voice
>Apologize to Dad, still not used to this whole voice thing.

>>38428256
>> Other?

Bask while resting upon dad's head once more

>>38428256
>> Other?
we missed out on it last time. Crawl all over him along with your siblings.

>>38428256
> Siblings are awake. Greet them with your newfound powers of voice
> That rock is still outside calling you...
The sun calls...
The rock calls...

>>38428312
This. Poor guy, scared the shit out of him.

>>38428256
I can write this. I can write it 9 times. Only doing it once though
>Writing

>>38428524
You realizae that if Dad had crabs for you then you probably would have noticed. You also feel kinda bad about the tail thing so you mumble out an apology to him before turning toward the nest box. Inside you see the faces of family appearing one by one. Older brother first. Older of your two younger sister's last. You think something may be wrong with her, no one likes sleeping that much. It's nice but its no bask in the sun.

"Hey!" you chirp at them.

There's are some shocked doubletakes and then you get a reply.

"Hey!"

That appears to be all that's needed for them rest as a chorus of "hey"s break out. First directed at each other.

"Hey!" "Hey!" "Hey!" "Hey!" "Hey!" "Hey!" "Hey!" "Hey!" "Hey!" "Hey!"

You siblings start piling out to walk to a point behind you. Dad has apparently laid down to let his poor abused tail stretch out. You learned the protocol for this yesterday. Quickly you find yourself on top of your Dad's head releasing periodic "hey"s alongside you siblings. It's actuall kind of fun and you spend a couple minutes contending with your siblings for space on him while enjoying your new voices.

"Hey!" "Hey!" "Hey!" "Hey, listen!" "Hey!" "Hey!" "Listen!" "Listen!" "Hey!" "Hey, listen!" "Hey!" "Hey!"

Your dad makes no move to resist, his will is undone. And so it continues.

> Keep at it. He'll either produce food or auntie will show up.
> The rock. The basking. If this goes on much longer to your non-appointment
> Welcome to Lizard-Dome! Today we'll see our challenger take on their siblings in an all out contest here on the Dad Mat. (wrestle with sibs)
> Other

>>38428826
> Welcome to Lizard-Dome! Today we'll see our challenger take on their siblings in an all out contest here on the Dad Mat. (wrestle with sibs)
Sure why not. We're contending already, right?

Also, poor dad.

>>38428826
> The rock. The basking. If this goes on much longer to your non-appointment
The urge to bask is too strong.

>>38428826
> Keep at it. He'll either produce food or auntie will show up.

>>38428892
This.

>>38428826
> Welcome to Lizard-Dome! Today we'll see our challenger take on their siblings in an all out contest here on the Dad Mat. (wrestle with sibs)
Why not. Let's try. Get a sibling hierarchy going.

>>38429014
Oh god that's great. Backing

>>38429014

We will be the top Lizard!

>>38428826
Someone get me a mic and a camera we need to get down there and interview the fighters so they can trash talk each other? No time? Fine then
>writing

>>38429114
I'm gonna need 6d100s. Best of three. Also a single d6 roll. Just for funsies

Rolled 54, 98, 33, 78, 98, 16 = 377 (6d100)

>>38429159

>>38429159
hereyago

Rolled 69, 94, 19, 53, 83, 17 = 335 (6d100)

>>38429159

Rolled 95, 13, 66, 94, 63, 73 = 404 (6d100)

>>38429159

Rolled 3 (1d6)

>>38429159

>>38429185
>>38429195
>>38429206

with all these we did pretty good

95, 98 66 94 98 73

>>38429185
>>38429195
>>38429206
95, 98, 66, 94, 98, 73

I think we're top lizard.

>>38429229
Oh no, only one of these was for you. Not saying which.
>writing

>>38429282
First one?

>>38429282

Damnit I thought it was rolling for six matches, it looks like we are second lizard then

>>38429307
third actually.

>>38429282
How disappointing. We're third lizard it seems, with two siblings tied for first.

I hope our prior life experience gives us an edge.

>>38429402
Our prior experience of... basking while some big fingery animal took care of us.

>>38429451
We get +30 to lizarding, this counts.

You look around at your siblings and realize a void that needs filled in your life. A need for sibling bonding. And you can think of no better way to do that then to immediately establish your superiority in non-mortal combat.

"King of the Dad!" you yell, getting the attention of your siblings and simultaneously explaining the rules. The game is common to ever species you've ever met. Slight alterations for terrain not withstanding.

You jump onto the nearest target, your middle brother and wrestle him down as the others pick out their own partners and leap into the fray, being careful to avoid losing their place on Dad.

Your brother immediately breaks from the spirit of the game by trying to bring his claws into play. You can forgive that you suppose given the nature of your surprise attack, but they avail him not as you bodily hurl him from Dad to the floor below. For a moment it looks like he's going to come roaring back up the dad except he is met by your younger brother's body being thrown into him and the two end up in a new wrestling tangle on the floor.

The youngest of your sisters finishes her throw and turns to try and pry your younger sister off dad. She's not so much fighting back as just resisting the fight by putting her claws into dad and refusing to let go to of his clothes. Still the strategy of "pick them up and throw them while they're still on all fours" appears to be working for her.

[1/2?]

>>38429801

The world spins and you recall you had three brothers. Your older brother has a small size advantage on you but you didn't spend your entire previous life just working on your basking. Oh wait, you totally did. Still, life experience has to count for something. You manage to keep your place despite your brother having gotten the drop on you. Seconds of furiously trying to wriggle into a better position pass and your place in this lizard pile remains unchanged.

Then he is lifted off, and you're mostly free. Youngest sister apparently finished prying your other sister off Dad and hurling her off and has tried to apply her strategy here. Your brother drops his weight and your sister fails to get a clean fling, only serving to free you completely from him. You shoot a glance at your sister and a temprorary truce is formed.

You brother spins in your sister's arms and tries to grab her back, but she grabs his arms. Then he panics as he feels your arms wrap around his tail. Heave ho and your older brother lands on the scrabbling pile of your other brothers.

Having filled the terms of your truce you stand and face your youngest sister. You slowly circle each other. Trying to stay bipedal on the shifting terrain without standing so high as to let her dive in under you. Her foot slips and you jump on it or her. Alas it was a feint as her stance solidifies under her as you leap forward. You try to correct but only manage to grab one of her arms as she grabs one of yours. Minutes of futile attempts to pull each other off ensue. Neither willing to let the other have an opening while they try to get a better position. You can hear your siblings calling out encouragement and your dad groaning at your continued fight.

You hear a familiar cackle.

> Finish the fight! <any advice>
> That sounds like food auntie. Screw this.
> Other?

>>38429831
>> Finish the fight! <any advice>

Push forward using our tail! One big burst!

>>38429831
>> That sounds like food auntie. Screw this.
Immediately bail with no shame or reservation.

>>38429831
>> Finish the fight! <Tailwhip of doom!

>>38429831
> Finish the fight!
Use our tail to push off dad and leap over her. Take her down from behind.

>>38429831
> Finish the fight! <any advice>

Use the tail!

>>38429831
>> Finish the fight! <Tail>
The winner gets the lion share of the food anyway.

>>38429831
Finish the fight

>>38429940
pfft
Our siblings are already eating while we're up here.

>>38429940
>>38430030
we're hunting today remember?

>>38429831
Alright finish the fight. Get 2d100 out there for me and we'll finish this thing.

>>38430043
Hah

Rolled 78, 90 = 168 (2d100)

>>38430081

Rolled 83, 62 = 145 (2d100)

>>38430081
The best at being a lizard

>>38430081
One of dice is for us and one of dice is for our sister, right?

Rolled 89, 88 = 177 (2d100)

>>38430081

Rolled 41, 33 = 74 (2d100)

>>38430081

>>38430128
Indeed. Then I modify it based on things.
89 and 90. Alrighty.
Clearly our sister knows what she's doing.
>writing

>>38430184
Bugger that, it's a tie

>>38430184
So close...

>>38430184
Isn't this the one we had to save? Tiny girl got game.

>>38430214
No we saved littlest bro.

>>38430184
This is harder than you though. You twist and turn and apply all your limited knowledge of fighting to throwing your sister from your dad's back. She twists one way and you force your claws deeper into dad's clothes to keep your leverage. You pull and she shifts her tail to keep her balance. You push off with a tail assisted shove and her own tail braces her. The fighting is rough and you can tell you're both exhausting your young bodies quickly.

"Such fierce competitors you two are. I wonder should I give my last crab leg to the winner, hmm?"

A chance appears. Either by your sister being distracted by your aunt, or perhaps you just suddenly feeling incentivized, you notice as your sister's weight shifts too heavily onto one leg. Her attention is not where it should be and you jerk, whipping your tail around to strike out the back of her knee. The knee collapses and with a tail assisted heave in the other direction you throw your sister off of your dad.

Cheers erupt from your spectators as your older brother catches the airborne sister. Your victory secured you turn to face your auntie who stands amused behind the line of siblings. Your eyes roam over her greedy looking for a sight of your prize.

She doesn't have a crab. She's not carrying any food at all. You let her know the depth of your heartbreak at this blatant betrayal with your saddest face.

Laughter meets your teary eyed expression and auntie pats your head.

"Next time I have a crab, little one, I promise I will give you a leg. Do not look so down."

You're not sure how to feel about this...

> Angry. You wanted crab
> You're fine. You're adult enough and you've got a promise of crab in the future. Hopefully NEAR future
> Cry, cry tiny lizard tears.
> Other

Then what?

> Greet the auntie!
> Ask when crab time will be
> Ask where the food is
> Other?

>>38430473
>> You're fine. You're adult enough and you've got a promise of crab in the future. Hopefully NEAR future
>>Greet the auntie!

Climb atop her head

>>38430473
>> You're fine. You're adult enough and you've got a promise of crab in the future. Hopefully NEAR future
> Greet the auntie!
"Hey!"

>>38430520
Seconding climbing on auntie.

>>38430520
Supporting being the first to the summet of Mount Aunty.

>>38430473
>> You're fine. You're adult enough and you've got a promise of crab in the future. Hopefully NEAR future
>Greet the auntie!
Do the throat/air sac thing

>>38430473
Climbing the auntalachian mountains to say hi
>Writing

>>38430685
Yes, this.

Intellectually, we're fine. Promise of future crab is almost as good as crab right now.

Emotionally, it's alright to be a little mad. SKREEEEEEEE

>>38430752
Auntie's given you her word, that's good enough for you. She picks you up off your beleaguered father and scramble up her arm and from there onto her head.

"Hey Aunt Sarissa?" you say once you're properly perched.

"What is it little one?"

You lean over one side so she can see you and give her a little wave. "Hey."

Her laugh nearly dethrones you but you maintain your seat and she turns to your father.

"Dids you not save them half a rabbit so this would not happen?" she asks with amusement.

"I got hungry last after you left," Dad admits sheepishly.

"Then you have only yourself to blame," Auntie Sarissa smiles.

"Rabbit?" you ask.

"Food?" one of your siblings chimes in.

"I'm afraid he ate it all little ones."

A half dozen tiny angry lizard faces turn to look at your father and he flinches.

"Luckily for you," Auntie interrupts, derailling what was sure to be the tiniest lynch mob ever seen outside a lamia colony, "Auntie always has something for you."She reaches into a pouch on her waste and you notice she's wearing something different from usual. Today she has a muddy green, brown and black splotched cloak on along with a large bag that you've never seen before. ALso a belt pouch of immediate interest as she pulls out six brown balls of something that smells vaguely like meat. She gently removes you from her head and hands you a ball as she places you next to your siblings. She gives them their own and you tuck in.
[1/2]

The ball is apparently made of meat and is brown with sprinkles of something orange and red. It's nearly the size of your head, though that doesn't stop one of your siblings from trying to swallow the ball whole. You scowl at him as auntie tries to help him pry the ball out of his mouth before he suffocates and take a bit of your own ball.

Oh. Hot. There is hot. Oh it tastes like meat but very hot. Oh spicy, that's the word yes. There's a word for this nearly painful flavor. You gasp and swallow the bite. That... That was really hot.

You take another bite.

While you eat auntie reminds all of you that today you're all going to go out and catch your own food today. She reminds you of all the ways food can be caught. She recommends that you figure out how you're going to try and catch your dinner.

This is probably important. You've been eating a lot and you've been hungrier every time meal time rolls around. Maybe growing lizards need to eat a lot? That makes sense.

You consider the remaining half of your meatball.

> Save it to use as bait in a trap.
> Save it to use as bait in an ambush trap.
> Eat it quickly. You'll need the energy.
> Ask auntie a question <specify?>
> Ask dad a question <specify?>
> Eat and then try to get someone else's. This isn't enough to actually fill you
> Spend time til hunting getting a morning bask in. You're already late to greet the sun.
> Other?
[2/2]

>>38431187
> Save it to use as bait in an ambush trap.
Use it on the shore to draw in fish or, if we're lucky, crabs.
Then eat the fish/crabs.
Use stick barricades if you want a ring they can't escape from for the epic battle.

>>38431187
>> Eat it quickly. You'll need the energy.
> Ask auntie a question <How get so spicy?>
> Ask dad a question <Why eat our rabbit?>
> Spend time til hunting getting a morning bask in. You're already late to greet the sun.

>>38431187
> Save it to use as bait in a trap.
> Spend time til hunting getting a morning bask in. You're already late to greet the sun.

Priorities

>>38431187
> Save it to use as bait in an ambush trap.

>>38431187
All sorts of stuff.
>writing

>>38431456
You tuck the remains of the meatball under one arm and you notice your youngest sister does the same. The others appear determined to finish theirs though. Your youngest brother seems to be having some issue with the spicy flavor though.

Dad still needs to answer though. If you'd had rabbit you could have used the entire meatball as bait. You fix him with a hard gaze, "Why eat our rabbit?"

He looks at you mildly shamefaced and in a pouting tone responds, "It was my rabbit, I was just considering giving it to you. I did not."

Auntie laughs and speaks up, "He is a nervous eater, little one. He probably spent all night worrying about something silly. Leave him along."

You nod and decide to listen to her for now.

"Is the ball no good?" she asks, noticing you've stopped eating.

Shaking your head you hold it up for her to see, "Bait." You notice your sister nodding in agreement with you.

If the smile she gives you is any indication Auntie is very pleased with your choice.

"How get so spicy?" you ask on a whim.

"Hm? It is a swamp, hatchling. There are spices in many places if you care to look. And some lizards grow them." she holds out a little sack that was tied to her waste and opens it for you. You sniff and then sneeze as the powder inside sets your nose on fire. Your brothers investigate the bag as well and have similar reactions. Your eyes water a bit and you strive to clear them.

"We'll live in a short while," Auntie tells you all, "I need to talk to your father before he leaves." She shoots him a look and he follows her into the main room. You stick your head through the beads to listen but see Auntie looking straight at you and shaking her head so you back off. You spend the time remaining sitting on the window sill basking.
[1/2]

>>38431758

The light playing off your scales really is the best thing.

Random basking psychic powers activated!

Where's auntie taking us to hunt?
> Up into the mountain foothills
> Into another section of swamp
> A forested area
> The beach to the south
[2/2]

>>38431789
>> A forested area

>>38431789
> The beach to the south
crab

>>38431789
> The beach to the south
Hunt according to your tastes, and all that.

>>38431789
> The beach to the south

We were promised crab and we will get some

>>38431789
Beach with a dash of forest? I know a place like that.
>writing nowish

>>38431789
> The beach to the south
Shallows hunting best hunting

Auntie returns and starts gathering tiny lizards and tying them into place on the inside of her cloak. The inside is a dark brown color that's mostly uniform but feels gritty. It occurs to you that you didn't see any lizards with cloaks like these when you were riding dad yesterday.

Once you're all secured auntie grabs her bag and heads out, waving goodbye to your dad as he sets off in the opposite direction. You head south and east. Auntie apparently eschews the water and instead moves through the swamp like the myriad trees and roots weren't actually in her way but placed there for her to use to move. It's quite exhilarating once auntie suddenly takes to moving through the trees occasionally leaping up into them and jumping branch to branch for long stretches. The ground beneath you is a blur as the swamp whizzes by.

Sadly the enjoyment dies off after the first hour and it becomes clear that wherever aunty wants to go it isn't very nearby. After the third hour you begin catching glimpses of white sand and ocean through the trees and auntie's path turns more eastern. You arrive at your destination after you've thoroughly lost track of how long you've been moving.

The area auntie stops in is a shaded section of trees on the border between a small forest and a beach. She unties each of you and places you on the ground one by one. After you're lined up attentively she explains.

"This place had a large creature in it yesterday. It would have eaten anything the size to eat you and nothing else should have moved here in the time since. It will be SLIGHTLY safer," she emphasizes. "You can hunt in either the forest or move along the beach. If I help you I get to eat whatever you were hunting." She steps out onto the beach and reverses her cloak, the brown underside is much lighter under the sun and will likely blend in much better. "Good luck little ones return here when you're ready to return home or at sunset, whichever comes first."
[1/2]

She looks at you in particular, "Come talk to me at some point before we go home. I have something to discuss with you." Auntie sweeps her cloak and kicks up a bunch of sand before diving into and wriggling until she's all but disappeared beneath it. You're pretty sure you could find her again if you were to get out of eyeshot.

The forest stretches back a couple miles north up to a sheer cliff. The cliff cuts south east until it hits beach and then runes parallel to the ocean. The beach stretches in both directions, sparkling white sand periodically broken up by areas of upraised rock. Tide pool areas are likely near those.

What do?
> Hunt in the forest <How?>
> Hunt on the beach <How?>
> Wait for the siblings to leave and then see what auntie wanted.
> Other?

>>38432877
>> Hunt on the beach <How?>
set yourself up an arena for fish with only one entrance, set up the bait, and prepare for the showdown. The main event. The title match.

>>38432877
> Hunt in the forest <How?>
Dig a small hole to put our bait in while we wait in a bush or on a tree. Make sure to surround the hole with rocks as well to make it harder to get out.

>>38432877
> Hunt on the beach <How?>
set up bait in the shallows, attached to something, with some rocks or pieces of wood around it so the fish wont be able to swim around, then when the come in to nibble on it, knock them out of the water.

>>38432877
> Hunt on the beach <Set bait in water tied to rope or in net. Ambush wait.

>>38432877
Looks like we're cruising the beach. I need a d10 for chart purposes

Rolled 5 (1d10)

>>38433206

>>38433242
Writing

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>>38433279
You decide you want to use your bait to tempt a fish somewhere you can grab it. You find a shallow area a ways away from auntie that's fairly narrow. With an appropriately placed rock or ten you could probably make something a fish couldn't get out of. You hide your bait in a rock crevice near the water line to keep it safe and you start collecting and placing rocks. It takes some trial and error to get the rocks to stay in place.

After placing about half your rocks you notice a bird hovering around where you hid your bait. You run over and scare if off and it flaps a short distance away. You return to placing rocks but after a couple minutes see that the bird is poking at the crevice again.

What do?
> Chase it off again. You probably can't catch it this way
> Settle for a smaller trap that let's you stay close to the bait
> Hide in the water and wait for the bird to come back, then grab it
> Hide in the sand and then as above
> Other?

>>38433511
>> Hide in the water and wait for the bird to come back, then grab it
> Other?
Have a rock on standby. If grabbing it fails, rock will succeed.

>>38433511
> hide in sand then as above
Inb4 critfail we're bird lunch, quest over

>>38433511
>> Hide in the water and wait for the bird to come back, then grab it
Better bait acquired.

>>38433511
>> Hide in the water and wait for the bird to come back, then grab it
If we can kill a gull, we can kill a rooster.

>>38433588
> OBJECTIVE GAINED: BIRD GENOCIDE
WE A LIZARDHITLER NOW

>>38433511
>> Hide in the water and wait for the bird to come back, then grab it
REVENGE

>>38433665
Look, I'm not saying to kill all birds.
But we should kill those birds.

>>38433712
inb4 we get wings to hunt birds more effectively.


inb4 we eventually become a solar powered black dragon.

>>38433712
>Favored enemy birds

>>38433511
Strike from the sea!
Need 2d100

Rolled 97, 4 = 101 (2d100)

>>38433773

Rolled 87, 7 = 94 (2d100)

>>38433773
the pettiest of vengeance.

Rolled 9, 93 = 102 (2d100)

>>38433773

>>38433784
I really hope the Second one is for the bird

Rolled 55, 52 = 107 (2d100)

>>38433773
Here we go

The hell is with the rolls in this one.

>>38433784
>>38433805
>>38433812
97, 93 nice we are water adapted.

>>38433773
97, 93
Alrighty then.

>>38433817
Why would it be? Rolling for the opponent is the QM's job.

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>>38434007
Something deep in your heart is telling you that these birds are assholes. Not rooster level assholes, obviously, but assholes nonetheless. Also, that part of your brain that knows things is telling you that they tend to eat most fish that come in shallow water so it's probably making your fish plan harder just by being around.

You go back to putting rocks in the water and when another wave hits you stealthily disappear into the waves. You swim around until you're within striking range of the bait cache. Sure enough the moment you disappeared the bird, seagull, thank you brain. The seagull is back and trying to get the bait you placed in there. Your arms are a bit more bendy than its beak so it's having some trouble.

Water explodes out from around you as you soar out of the water. For a moment the bird eyes you with wide eyed shock and then you're on it. Your dig your claws in and are nearly bucked off without effort as the birds feathers make for a poor gripping surface, then your mouth bites down on its neck and the bird completely loses it. You do your best to pin the bird down to the ground by the neck but it must weigh at least as much as you do and you spend most of your time just keeping your grip and keeping away so the bird can't batter you with its wings.

Finally the bird's struggles begin to slow. You can taste the blood in your mouth and you can trace the trail the rolling fight has taken by a line of blood on the sand. The seagull ceases to struggle and you pick it up to carry back to auntie. She looks impressed when you appear dragging a bird bigger than you back with you. She asks how you baited it and you remember you left your bait back in the rock and dash off without answering.

Roll 1d10

>>38434143
I dunno, never led a quest, never DMd, never played a tabletop. I figured it'd be easier to have an on hand dice roller on the computer than in hand, but what do I know. Sounds stupid now that I think about it.

Captcha:ncrab

We'll try catching crab next time, captcha, I promise.

Rolled 3 (1d10)

>>38434319
come on delicious crabfish.

Rolled 1 (1d10)

>>38434319

Rolled 5 (1d10)

>>38434319

>>38434319
You arrive back at the trap and find another creature trying to get at your bait. Why can't they just wait warmly? If they'd just give you another ten minutes you'd have a perfectly good death battle arena for them to take the bait from!

Now though the bait is unuseable, seeing as it is currently in the claw of a crab that is nibbling at it. The crab is easily twice your weight and a good deal larger.

What do?

> We can take this. CHARGE!
> The enemy is large and heavily armed and armored call in reinforcements!
> Strategic thinking can defeat any enemy <specify strategy>
> Go back up the beach a short distance and try to signal auntie to come help
> Other?

>>38434521
> Strategic thinking can defeat any enemy <specify strategy>
Toss a rock at it then leg it

>>38434521
>> Strategic thinking can defeat any enemy <specify strategy>
Make a rock arena around it, then pelt it with... rocks.

Rocks for days.

>>38434521
> Strategic thinking can defeat any enemy <Grab sharp pointy rock, jump on it's top(out of claw range) Jab pointy rock into seam of shell until it dies>

Long story short:
use rocks. maybe leg it if things go bad.

We could also go for the eyes with a rock. It,d make it easier to deal with.

>>38434521
Rocks and attack from above

>>38434521
Ah the rock. An elegant weapon for a more civilized age. need some d100s just one and best of three
>writing

Rolled 30 (1d100)

>>38434799
H

>>38434799

Rolled 58 (1d100)

>>38434799
USE that power of ingenuity!
Rocks are the future! and the past!

Rolled 30 (1d100)

>>38434799

Rolled 2 (1d100)

>>38434799
here goes

>>38434851
Tails grow back right?

>>38434799
Rocks. That's what will solve this crab. You will arm yourself with the might of the earth itself, and you are surrounded by an armory from your aborted fish trap. You heft up a rock half your size and with some effort send it hurtling at the crab. The crab raises up on its legs and the rock lands uselessly beneath it.

Well chickens... You try throwing a smaller rock rock and the crab bats it out of the air with a claw. It glares at you with pitch black eyes and slowly takes another bite of your bait, taunting you. You grab a point rock to try wedging into it and circle around to attack it from behind. The crab has none of this and circles in place, legs appearing to move seperately from the body as it turns in place eerily.

Climbing up the pile of rocks that make up the crevice you get into position and leap from above. The crab's spare claw rises to meet you and you barely get your rock between you and it. Instead of being pinched you're swatted into the sand. The crab has your pointy rock now

This is going poorly, that swat really hurt.

> Go full bore, both its claws are occupied now! Rar
> Getting in pinching range of that thing is suicidal, we need reach
> Fall back and call for aid.
> Throw a smaller rock at its eye. It won't hurt much but you feel petulant
> Other?

Writing in any tips for your choice can help improve a roll. It turned that last roll from failure to failure sans injuries

>>38435124
Would you care to lose yours and find out?

>>38435153
> Getting in pinching range of that thing is suicidal, we need reach
then
> Throw a smaller rock at its eye. It won't hurt much but you feel petulant
for distraction

>>38435153
Get a branch or stick and poke them eye stalks

Also
> Well chickens
Is now our favorite phrase to use when we might be fucked

>>38435153
> Throw a smaller rock at its eye. It won't hurt much but you feel petulant

>>38435153
> Getting in pinching range of that thing is suicidal, we need reach You know what goes well with rocks? Sticks

>>38435153
>The crab has your pointy rock now
oh jeez.
> Fall back and call for aid.
We cannot succeed here, it's armed. It's reverse engineered our technology. we need support.

>>38435338
I'd be fine with falling back, but we only get help from siblings and nit auntie, because she wats anything she helps kill

>>38435402
*not
*eats

>>38435402
Sadly, we require the big guns here.
That crab is armed.

>>38435153
Sticks and stones may break our bones. But half that equation has failed against the crab menace. Let's try the other half. roll1d100
>Writing

Rolled 26 (1d100)

>>38435427
here we go

Rolled 45 (1d100)

>>38435427
LANCER!

Rolled 41 (1d100)

>>38435427
I still think this is a bad idea.
We don't want to arm the crab with spears, now do we?

>>38435427

>>38435426
No, my boy, we must impress auntie so we get combat training

>>38435464
Apparently I can't roll dice

Rolled 9 (1d100)

>>38435427
break his legs!

>>38435464
just wait until you get stabbed by the crabspear. then you'll be sorry.

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Goddamn crabs man, just can't let them out of your sight when they're around.

>>38433765
>Natural enemy Crabs

>>38435693
and roosters.

Rolled 52 (1d100)

We are going to die the most ironic of deaths aren't we... Rolling for anal circumference

>>38435427
Looking around for another weapon you find a solid looking stick that had washed up. The crab has very little of our bait left but it's now a matter of pride. Armed with a new tool of destruction you charge the beast. Your aim is... alright as you strike at the pits of hatred the crab calls an eye. This you are sure will work. This crab has met its- What's it doing with that-

OH GOD DAMN MY NOSE! MY POOR LITTLE NOSE. RAPTOR JESUS THIS HURTS What the hell?

You drop your stick in shock as something collides with your face and you fall in a spin to the ground. You look at what hit you. It's a very familiar looking rock. Looking back at the crab you find it has stolen your stick in your moment of distraction. It waves the stick. Clearly taunting you again.

You throw a small rock at it. It misses the eye but the crab understands your intention and responds appropriately, rising higher on its legs and hissing bubbles leaking out of its mouth. It's angry! Very angry!

> Our technology has failed, flee for your lives
> Enough of these sissy tools! The God Lizard gave you weapons and by him you'll use them
> Small lizard calls for aid
> Other?

>>38435801
>> Our technology has failed, flee for your lives
this is an unwinnable battle, it's developing in technology faster than we are.

>>38435801
>Small lizard calls for aid
call our siblings. we can share the crab meat

>>38435801
>> Other?
You know, as I recall crabs can't touch things that are on top of there head... What if we baited it into letting us there, than we claim king of the hill... and beat the hill to death.

>>38435801
>> Enough of these sissy tools! The God Lizard gave you weapons and by him you'll use them
Fuck this bitch

>>38435801
> Enough of these sissy tools! The God Lizard gave you weapons and by him you'll use them

HISSS

>>38435801
>> Enough of these sissy tools! The God Lizard gave you weapons and by him you'll use them
ENOUGH MONSTER MORE LIZARD

>>38435801
> Small lizard calls for aid
then
> Enough of these sissy tools! The God Lizard gave you weapons and by him you'll use them

>>38435903
>>38435919
>>38435801
> Enough of these sissy tools! The God Lizard gave you weapons and by him you'll use them

Lets go king of the hill on it... the crab gets to be the hill... At a minimum we get a crab mount.

>>38435801
> Small lizard calls for aid

>>38435879
It just lifted itself off the ground and it was already twice our size, but I'll remin hopeful. Backing this for an attack. Hoping crab doesn't smack us with the stick.

Also, bite its eyes off

>>38435801
Get on its back and tear off it's claws.
Disarm the crab in the most literal sense!

>>38435801
Sound the battle lizard and let loose the family of war!
I need a d100 and a d6 I'm assuming you want to summon siblings before auntie

Rolled 88 (1d100)

>>38436064

Rolled 25 (1d100)

>>38436064

Rolled 64 (1d100)

>>38436064
Crush this crab! We require no assistance!

Rolled 2 (1d6)

>>38436064

Rolled 92 (1d100)

>>38436064
One more try at rolling

>>38436064
>writing

>>38436078
Finally we redeem ourselves

We should have never turned for the proper ways

>>38436214
We just had to have an audience to our CRAB BATTLE

>>38436109
We still getting help? I'd prefer we do this alone

>>38436203
If you fall here the battle is lost and in the face of a serious enemy you've no choice. You tip your had back, inflate your dewlap and release an ear shattering, "HEY!" Then you do it again, "HEY!" A third time "HEY!" and then you hear a response from somewhere else on the beach "hey!" Then another. A minor chorus of heys echo back to you.

Aid is coming, but first you have to survive the wrath of the enemy long enough for it to arrive. The crab is upon you faster than you though possible and a swing of its stolen stick sends you tumbling across the sand. You roll with the tumble and rise to your feet again. The crab rushes you again but this time you are ready, you leap over the stick and vault off the crab's unprepared claw to mount its back. You quickly find a lack of place to lay claw, but two handles stand proudly in front of you and you grab them.

The crab let's out a keening whistle as your claws find purchase in its eyes. The crab thrashes back and forth but somehow you stay aboard.

Roll 3d100

Rolled 50, 10, 34 = 94 (3d100)

>>38436424

Rolled 88, 58, 49 = 195 (3d100)

>>38436424
>Roll 3d100

Rolled 93, 25, 48 = 166 (3d100)

>>38436424
Redemption

Rolled 89, 98, 31 = 218 (3d100)

>>38436424

Rolled 42, 32, 53 = 127 (3d100)

>>38436424

Time to break in a mount, fellas

I like how HEY is our way of communicating

>>38436424
>writing

>>38436487
Hey Look Listen Hello!

>>38436488
You slide back and forth as the crab bucks and jukes back and forth trying to dislodge you. Its stick swings back over it and you bite and tear it from the claw. It's eyes are a bloody mess in your claws and every time the crab stops you dig deeper to get a better grip. A claw reaches up to grab you and bite it, teeth sinking in a the joint.

Then the crab tilts as a blurry green missile hits its legs on one side. Your younger sister rolls after hitting the sand past the crab but the pair of legs she smashed into don't look right. Another collision rocks the crab and you see your youngest sister has stuck her landing and is working at the base of the leg joints with a rock. That appears to be working out better for her than it did you.

You continue digging at the crabs eyes and you watch as your sister pops off a leg on her side then starts working the base joint on the claw in your mouth. Comprehension dawns as that claw pops free after a little damage and you leap onto its remaining claw while your younger sister recovers from her spill and starts grabbing at the legs she hit. In short order the crab is disarmed. And dislegged. It's not a happy crab. You dig into its eye sockets until its mouth parts stop twitching and let out a victorious cry, joined by your sisters.
[1/2]

>>38436711
[2/2]
After a minute your youngest brother and your auntie join you at the crab. Auntie looks proud and your brother just looks impressed. The brother is covered and dirt and looks like he's been wrestling earthworms or something. He's still the smallest lizard in the family only a foot and eight inches long and far behind the next contender.

Still you glow in your victory and auntie spends a few minutes showing the four of you how to get the meat out of a crab and its legs. Then she shows you how to clean a seagull. A quick feast is arranged on the beach before your youngest siblings both go back to their hunts. Your younger sister choosing to curl up for a nap after having her fill of crab. You yourself are considering spending the rest of the afternoon basking, fat and full of crab, with a seagull waiting for later.

>That's it for tonight. Thanks for coming guys! I thought we'd get a little further but crabs happened. Thanks for playing! Next thread will probably be Thursday

Sticking around for questions comments and the like.

>>38436734
So how close our we to growing again?

Rolled 73, 11, 18 = 102 (3d100)

>>38436734
Just wanted to say awesome job!

>>38436734
Well, and so goes a great beast.
RIP crab. You were smarter and more civilized than we were.

>>38436734
Thanks for running Lamb, always love a good old GLORIOUS CRAB BATTLE!

>>38436734
CRAB BATTLE!!!!!

CRAB ARMOR!!!

WE MUST RESEARCH THIS TECHNOLOGY

BECOME THE CRAB

>>38436734
Need to start our trophy collection: feather and crab plate.

>>38436823
I fully support this

>>38436771
>>38436823

I like these ideas. Might have to wait til we're done growing though, seeing as we've been growing a ridiculous amount each night. Might be some way to work around it but I can't think of it offhand. See what I come up with by Thursday

>>38436921
Magic when? We've been gathering an awful lot of sun......

>>38436937
Talk to the auntie. She's a worldly sort and seems to know a thing or three about magic

>>38436937
CRAB DRAGON

>>38436921
Could just go with a shield made from the back plate. We'd grow into it eventually. Also, requesting seagull feathers tied to it , or some attached behind our ear.

>>38436990
Alright then. So what are our chances of being a Sunlight powered Black swamp dragon by the end of this? (black absorbs sun best)

So, crabs are apparently our superiors in every way other than numerically.
We should harness their power.

>>38437127
Yup crab armor, until we get dragon level.

>>38437183
we should have learned from it.
It could have taught us so much.

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>>38437127
To hunt the crab, you must think like the crab, must act like the crab and fight like the crab.

You must become the crab.

>>38437088
Roughly equivalent to becoming godzilla. Though I'm pretty sure lizards don't go full dragon... just get dragon-like. Something I'll get REQM's input on.

>>38437008
Do-able

>>38437183
We're going to need more crabs.

>>38437192
It did a pretty good job teaching you about strength in numbers and follies of arming your already superior armored opponent

>>38437219
Okay that's pretty damn funny, where was that earlier. I could have use it.

>>38437260
>We're going to need more crabs.
Crabs are the tastiest, I see no problem here.

We just need to get craftier going after birds, enough to net us some wings.

>>38437260
Yeah We need to from crab hunting parties, and get more bird bait. If we get hard skin solar breath and wings we're basically a sun dragon.