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Mal'ir invites you into his room, a bare thing with only a bunk and sea chest. He takes a seat on the bunk, facing the chest. Sylea leans against the wall, and Djanna sits cross-legged on the floor beside her. Emma sits on the chest, her hands in her lap and eyes downcast. You look about a moment before following Emma's lead, settling on the opposite end of the chest. The satyr smiles brightly, almost blindingly white teeth a sharp contrast to his swarthy appearance.

"Now, my darling visions. You have come seeking passage? Well, Mal'ir does have a ship, and it is indeed sitting lazy at anchor. Perhaps an arrangement can be made, hmm?" His eyes move over Sylea, to Djanna, then to you, where they stop. He nods to himself, reaching up to stroke his short, pointed beard. "Perhaps for but a k-"

"No." Sylea growls, eyes narrowing. Mal'ir looks up at her, the smile never falling from his face.

"Ah, well... then I suppose coin shall suffice." He leans back and kicks one leg up over the other, turning his attention to the dragon woman, his lascivious grin falling, his demeanor becoming businesslike. "I have lived among these islands many years, and I know them well. My hire is not cheap, but I will get you where you are bound safe and swift. Few beasts roam the waters, and I know where they sleep." He leans forward, holding up the last three fingers on his right hand. "Thirty gilder."

"That's robbery!" Djanna snaps, eyes wide. Mal'ir turns his face to her, smiling.

"Well, technically 'piracy,' my dear girl. You could, of course, always swim." Djanna fumes, glaring at the man, but Sylea lays a hand on her head gently.

"Ten. You look like you couldn't handle a stiff breeze, let alone a ship." Sylea crosses her arms, widening her stance and looking down her nose at the satyr. "I haven't seen anything that would be worth such a sum."
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>>41181298
"Perhaps I should show you?" His hand drifts to the hilt of his sword. You whine softly and Emma tenses. "Twenty. Not a coin less."

"Fifteen, but only because the smell of burning goat would take so long to air out and I don't want to cause trouble for the master of the house." Sylea glares at the man balefully. He meets her gaze with his own glare, and suddenly like a bursting dam, both the dragon and the satyr burst into grins.

"I had heard dragons were shrewd negotiators. It has been a while since I've been able to play the game of coin." He rises to his hooves and crosses, extending his hand. Sylea grabs it and shakes it firmly.

"And I never thought I'd meet another Sanhaddi pirate in my life, after the Alman Navy smashed their hideout. Is Old Quinn still alive?"

>You aren't gonna fight?
>So... we have a boat?
>Questions! (Write-In)
>Other
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>>41181339
>So... we have a boat?
B-b-b-boat?!
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>>41181339
>>So... we have a boat?
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>>41181339
>So... we have a boat?
>Wait, do you know him?!
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>>41181339
Twitter: @LotusEater1031
AskFM: Lotus_Eater
Username: ReQuestions
Pass: questquestions
Thanks, REQM!


Rolling: Roll under. Modifiers for proper planning, circumstances, etc. Allies provide bonuses.

Voting: Ten minutes. Lack of votes or a tie will result in a five minute extension. Further tie results in a die roll among the most popular options.
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>>41181339
>So... we have a boat?
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>>41181339
WE ON A BOAT!

Writing
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IT LIVES!
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>>41182571
Didn't know it was dead.
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>>41182637
unless I missed a couple threads I hadn't seen one in about a week
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>>41182714
Twitter says he was under the weather, and he's seemed a bit off for a while. Probably from Vaelys kicking his chops.
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>>41182764
Don't know whether I preferred Vaelys being a troll over Hue with his fucking smut.
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>>41182838
At least the smut was sort-of a sign of admiration.
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>>41181339
"So we... we have a boat? We have a way to get back to the village?" You look between Mal'ir and Sylea, a hopeful look on your face. Sylea and Mal'ir nod, and you wag softly, turning to Emma with a smile. She looks up at you with a soft grin, but says nothing.

Sylea releases the satyr's hand and he turns to grab his sea bag from beside the bunk. "Then, I shall meet you by the docks. My dear visions! I look forward to travelling with you." He turns and bows, his eyes not leaving your face. "Until then!" He sweeps past you, his hooves clipping against the plank flooring.

Sylea moves to the door, turning and waiting for the three of you to gather up. "Shall we, then?"

"So, Auntie Sylea. You know him?" You ask as you follow her out the door and back down the ladder.

"Not him personally, but one of the pendants he was wearing. It was something from a lifetime ago. We can trust him, as long as we make sure to honor our agreements. Oh, and girls?" She turns to face you all as you reach the doorway, bending to grip you by your right shoulder, and Emma by her left, gathering Djanna in between the two. "Make sure you're not alone with him. All right?"

"Yeah..." Emma nods in agreement. You and Djanna pass a curious look between you, but a look from Sylea quells your curiosity for now.

Once back in front of the building, Sylea shakes out her hair, stretching in the afternoon sunlight. "All right. I'm going to go get Baltas... if there's anything you girls need to do, I suggest you do it. There is a general store near the square, that way, and they should have some general supplies. If you're hungry, you can follow me and we'll get a bite before we set off. Whatever you're doing, though, we need to be quick. We shouldn't keep Mal'ir waiting."

>Shopping
>Eating
>Other
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>>41183022
>Eating
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>>41183022
>Shopping
Maybe some maps and a compass. Also rope. Always need rope.
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>>41183022
>Eating
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>>41183128
Planning some waterbolding?
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>>41183022
>Eating
A fluffbold version of Kirby.
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>>41183022
Chow time! Writing.
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>>41183160
Oh shit, why did you have to remind of Hue's waterboarding smut?! WHY?!
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>>41183160
Carlos....
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>>41183022
>Shopping
Medical supplies for Emma's burns.
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>>41183285
Because it was fucking hot.
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>>41183022
"Can we go with you? I feel like I haven't had a good meal in a month..." Your stomach growls to add its voice to the cause of getting fed, and Sylea nods, beckoning.

"All right, girls. Keep close." Djanna nods and moves to stand beside her mother, chatting and catching up. You move up to join the conversation, but she gives you a pointed look, flicking her eyes between you and Emma. You flatten your ears back, stifling a whimper, but you fall back to walk beside the kitsune.

"Hey... Emma..."

She looks up at you, then back down at her feet. "Hey..."

"How... how are you? Are you all right?"

Emma nods, hands folded behind her back, tails swaying slowly as she walks. Silence hangs between you like a curtain, and you feel an unease in the pit of your stomach. You look furtively between her and the dragons ahead of you. Emma is moving slowly, bowlegged to keep her burnt skin from rubbing. She's remaining quiet about it, but you can tell she's in pain.

And you've had enough.

You scoop her up in your arms suddenly, hefting her as if she weighs nothing. She squeaks in surprise, looking up at you wide-eyed with her ears folded back. "Nadia, what are you d-"

"I know I scared you... and you're trying to figure it out, but I'm not going to let you suffer just because of that. C'mon. I'll carry you till we get you fixed up."

"No, that's not-"

You growl softly and press your forehead to hers, nuzzling softly nose to nose. "I wasn't asking, Emma..."

She stiffens at the growl, but relaxes at the nuzzle. She looks up at you, hesitation in her eyes, but only for a moment. "Fine... but... only because it really hurts..."

You nod and bound ahead to walk beside Djanna. She looks over at Emma with a raised brow, and the kitsune puts her arms around your neck, burying her face in your neck and clinging onto you, equal parts embarrassment and seeking comfort.
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>>41184042
Djanna reaches over and pats the girl's head gently as the four of you continue down the street, coming to a stop before the building you left Baltas.

You enter to the sound of singing, your uncle's deep voice mixing with the reedy tenor of the guardsman in a bawdy, rollicking song. Kardas has regained consciousness and is laying on the ground, still bound in chains with rage in his eyes. Cain is leaning on the bar, holding his head and whimpering.

"Sylea, how long does it take to get a boat!? Damn, you are slow, like fat lizard dragging belly through sand!"

"Shut it, mutt! We've got our travel, no thanks to you!" She pulls out a stool beside him and bellies up to the bar, her tail dangling and barely brushing the floor, the red-scaled male between them. Baltas grins and claps Sylea on the back.

"Well, fuckdamn, if it was too much, I would handle, yes?" Sylea brushes his hand off and calls over the barman, ordering a mug of something that sounds like she growled the name through a mouthful of rotten sludge. You follow along, moving to pull out a stool, but Sylea shakes her head.

"Sorry, girls, but I have to talk to Baltas about a few things first." She nods to a table near the door. "Go ahead and settle in over there. Hey, you!" She snaps at the barman as he brings her drink, and he narrows his eyes at her. He's about a foot shorter and Baltas' girth, but still seems unimpressd with the dragon woman. "Take care of my girls, would ya?"

"I run dis place. I don't need you to tell me."

What follows is the largest meal you have ever eaten. You keep Emma in your lap, hugging onto her tighter every time she tries to scoot off, eventually leading to her giving up and settling in. A young lady in a light dress and apron brings you a sweet soup with bits of that same strange meat you'd eaten in the village, flavored with a light broth and thin green leaves that add no texture, but a good, salty finish.
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>>41184069
Following that, fresh sea food. A giant crab that spans the table, still steaming as Sylea shows you how to break apart the legs and get at the meat. The meat is juicy and sweet, like the soup, but the herbs used to season it have an earthy, savory taste. Finally, a piece of cake is served, covered with a thick syrup made from tart mountain berries.

You and Djanna lean back in your seats, almost too full to move. Emma clings lightly to you, groaning softly as she nuzzles up under your chin, her chin still slightly dripping from the crab. You stretch out an arm, grabbing hold of a napkin and wiping her chin. She whines softly but doesn't pull away, either lacking the energy or the will.

Sylea and Baltas join you, pulling out seats.

"Well, girls, it is decided. We will see you to the village, but then we must leave you." Baltas lays a hand on your head, rubbing it gingerly.

>What, why!?
>Where are you going?
>Can't you stay with us?
>Other
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>>41184103
>Where are you going?
>Can't you stay with us?
>We were going to have adventures!

A broth is a soup in only the broadest of terms.
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>>41184103
>>What, why!?
>>Where are you going?
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oops trip stayed on.
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>>41184103
>>What, why!?
>>Where are you going?

Also daily reminder that hue is not one person but multiple, in fact, I'd go as far as to classify hue as a type of cancer and not as a namefag.
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>>41184103
>What, why!?
>Where are you going?
>Can't you stay with us?
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>>41184103
>What, why!?
>Where are you going?
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>>41184221
With what I've seen of them in the various RE: Quests I'd second this. Oh dear Lord, so many Hues.
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>>41184103
Writing!
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>>41184103
>Where are you going?
>Other
"Can you help us get oriented to get to the next part of our journey? At least help us find a healer for Emma."
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>>41182838
Definitely hue, it was good-natured faggotry.
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>>41184103
"What!? Why? You gotta stay! We were gonna have adventures and do things and have fun and-"

"'And, and, and.' Child, shush." Baltas admonishes, and you go quiet, frowning. "Your aunt and I have things to be doing, and answers that are needing questioning. Perhaps we will tell you someday, but for now, there is enough on your plate I think."

"But you... can't you stay with us?" Djanna reaches out, laying her hand on Sylea's shoulder. The elder dragon pulls her daughter into her lap, snuggling her up under her chin as she embraces her.

"Love... I want to, but what we're doing is really, really important. You have to just trust us, okay? But I promise, we're going to be checking in with you. We heard it all from Garush. You're going to the Foundlings, right?"

"The who?" You ask. Emma perks up her ears curiously, not opening her eyes.

"Foundlings. Jekt, the person you're to meet? He's part of them. I don't know him, but I've heard of the group. They adopt orphaned monsters and raise them, teach them how to survive." Sylea strokes Djanna's hair lightly. Baltas grabs a crab leg and splits the shell open with a bite, slurping out the meat. "We know where to find you, and once we're done doing what we need to do, we'll come find you. I'm sure they won't mind us staying with you for a time."

You shake your head lightly and frown. Baltas pulls you against him in a one-armed bearhug. Emma grumbles, hugging closer to you. "You will not even know we are gone. It will be swift: Make this old lizard make amends to the people he has wronged, we maybe take him down into the mines and throw rocks at him, all fun! Then we come to Caliphate of al'Sidh, have vacation!"

"Baltas!" Sylea hisses. "It's not a vacation!"

He waves her off with a loud "Bah!"

>Ask about... (Write-In)
>Head for the docks
>Other
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>>41184906
>Head for the docks
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>>41184906
>Head for the docks
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>>41184906
Writing.
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>>41184906
>Head for the dicks
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>>41185159
Freudian slip? Also, daily reminder that Nadia is not yet for lewds.
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>>41184906
>Ask about...
A healer for Emma.
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>>41184975
>>41185116
>>41185159
Even after it was explicitly pointed out that Emma is still in a lot of pain because of the burns on her legs, and you fuckers still won't get her to a doctor or get some burn salves for her.
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>>41184906
"Then... all right. I suppose we should go, then... I want to get to the village. We need ot finish things here before we go on..." You nod and pat Emma lightly on the hip. She whines and clings on, but you nuzzle her ear, huffing softly. She recoils, blinking angrily at you before she hops off of your lap, reaching up and rubbing at her ear in frustration.

"That tickles, damn it..." she grumbles, her tails slightly bushed out. You grin and stand, your eyes moving down to her legs. Her skin already seems to be recovering, some raw clams served alongside the soup having provided enough material to kick-start the healing process. You pay the bill from your stash of coins, reserving fifteen from the bag for Mal'ir's payment before moving toward the docks.

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You find the satyr standing at the end of the dock, smiling and waving as you approach.

"Hail, hail! I had wondered where you were off to! We are ready to go as soon as you are. That is, as soon as I am paid." He steps toward you, smiling and taking your hand. Sylea hisses softly, narrowing her eyes. He grins up at her, giving your hand a soft kiss before moving on to Djanna, and then reaching for Emma's.

"Only touch mine if you want to lose yours." She glares up at him. He looks taken aback and backs slowly away from her.

"Yes, well... your young friend's disposition aside, we have an agreement to finalize before we weigh anchor."
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>>41185725
You nod and step forward, offering him the leather pouch the elder had given you, fifteen coins counted out with Djanna's help. He takes it and tosses it up, letting it fall back into his hand. "Fifteen precisely! Mal'ir Sea-Strider is at your disposal, my visions!"

Sylea rolls her eyes and herds the three of you up the gangplank of the small vessel. Mal'ir turns to watch you, and is almost knocked into the water as Baltas trundles by, Cain in tow.

"OUT OF WAY, damn curly goatman!" Baltas waddles along the dock, turning and moving up the gangplank. Mal'ir opens his mouth to retort, but the sight of Kardas slung over his shoulder, Mal'ir lets his objections die on his lips. Cain glares at the satyr and follows along in Baltas' wake.

"Now, you were saying about 'Being a man?'" Cain asks Baltas, as they vanish below. You look at Sylea curiously, but she only shakes her head.

You set out into the open water, Mal'ir at the helm, Baltas and Sylea working the rigging as if they'd been doing it all their lives. The satyr barks orders, and the both of them move to carry them out with ease, leaving the four of you to mill about, left to your own devices.

>You have four days to journey back to the island.

>Day 1:

>Train
>Talk to(Write-In) about (Write-In)
>Other
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>>41185756
>Talk to (Emma) about (burns)
>Train
If her burns aren't too bad maybe ask whether she would like to spar? Well, not spar-spar, but you standing there as she attempts to bring you down.
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>>41185756
>Train
>Other: Catch fish to feed to Emma raw to help with her regeneration
>Talk to Djanna about learning to count
I know Nadia isn't necessarily stupid, but not being able to read or count numbers is problematic.
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>>41185756
Talk to Djanna, Sylea and Baltas about reading writing and math lessons.
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>>41185842
Supporting.
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>>41184272
50 shades of hue.

>Talk to (Emma) about (burns)
oh-hohoho, feels time.
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>>41185920
>talk to Dianna about counting and catching up
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>>41185842
This with a side of
>>41186034
>>41185803

Nadia asks Baltas about math help.

"Find stupid dragon to follow you everywhere."

"I WILL END YOU, OLD MAN!" shouts Sylea.
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Rolled 1 (1d10)

>>41186093
Let's see how your fishing skill is.

Roll 1d100, best of 3.
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Rolled 94 (1d100)

>>41186115
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Rolled 14 (1d100)

>>41186115
Oh shit!
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Rolled 3 (1d100)

>>41186115
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Rolled 1 - 5 (1d10 - 5)

>>41186169
Well, well, well...
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Rolled 64 (1d100)

>>41186202
:D
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WHAT DOES THIS MEAN?!

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=U8BWBn26bX0

HAHAHAHAHA!!!
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>>41186202
>Result of -4

Well, congratulations. You caught some kind of legendary treasure, apparently!

Not really, but damn. Writing!
Writing.
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Poor Cain, we keep on emasculating him.
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>>41186259
Well she'll just have to deal with it.
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>>41186259
He has to realize he's set his sights too high.
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Rolled 72 (1d100)

>>41186259
Rolling for cains masculinity
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Rolled 68 (1d100)

>>41186280
>Well she'll just have to deal with it.
Nadia feels really bad for showing up Cain. Like scoring 100% on the National Chinese Exam.

>>41186301
Roll under or roll over?
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Rolled 35 (1d100)

>>41186301
he gets 3 rolls
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>>41186317
Quest is roll under.
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>>41186333
Well he's slightly less female than an androgynous gelding.
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>>41186383
He'll make somebody a lovely wife someday.
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>>41186426
>Trains hard and magically unlocks his ability to transform, the form is female.
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>>41186636
>Female form is just better.
>Ends up staying in his new form for 24/7.
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Kobolds are vain, temperamental, easily misled, through fits if they don't get they're way, cruel for no reason at times, and occasionally delight in the suffering of others.

We must exterminate this filth.

Remove Kobold.
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>>41186856
>Remove Kobold.
By fucking them.
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>>41186856
Sounds like you just want company
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>>41186856
nice copypasta from Dragon Slayer Quest Chat.
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>>41186856
>Nadia returns to find lyra's mom destroyed her warren in a racially motivated genocide.

Everyone tries to fight the spiders. You-can't-fight-the-spiders.jpeg.
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>>41186946
I felt it was appropriate. Kobolds feel very eastern slav.
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>>41185756
You stand at the edge of the deck, looking down into the foam churned up by the ship's passage. For being only a single-sail vessel, it cuts through the waves like a knife through butter. You see small, silvery flashes every so often in the water, and an idea comes to you. You bound below decks, over to Cain, where he sits speaking in hushed tones to your uncle.

"Cain! Cain! Can I borrow your spear?"

He looks up at you curiously. "Of course, but... what for?" He reaches up against the wall behind him, handing over the weapon. You smile, wagging vigorously.

"I'm going fishing! See, raw meat helps us heal, and Emma's still all burned... I haven't had time yet to think of a way to help her, but being out here reminded me that fish have meat in them! I mean... of course they do, but that there's a lot around! And-"

"Fishing? Well, then, you won't want the spear. That's for shallows, or if you want to use it for bigger fish you need a harpoon, which is longer with a longer head. For fishing out here, your best bet is chum and a lure. Hold on..." He rises and shifts past you, laying a gentle hand on your shoulder before moving topside. Soon enough, you hear Mal'ir shout to Sylea, then the ship begins to slow. You hear the screeching metal rattle and tell-tale splash of the anchor being dropped, and the ship stops entirely.

Cain appears in the gangway with a grin, beckoning you topside, and you follow him up past Emma, laying in her bunk. You lean in quickly and give her a soft kiss on the forehead, the sleeping kitsune murmuring and clumsily swatting at you. You chuckle before moving topside, joining Cain. He leads you over to the edge, Mal'ir and Sylea joining you both a moment later, the former carrying a trio of rods under one arm, and a stool under the other. Cain takes the rods and the satyr takes the stool, settling up on it to watch.

Sorry for delay. Had to see a harpy and a snek about a mermaid.
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>>41187039
argentorum is not a mermaid, she's a freakish abomination between mermaid and human.
Also, WTF were you talking about?
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>>41187039
Cain explains how to bait and prepare a rod. He casts his line first, and in a few moments, he's caught a small fish. You grin happily holding your hands out for it, but he shakes his head.

"This fish isn't for eating." He leans over the deck and draws his knife from his belt. He slides the tip into the thing's belly as it flops, sliding it up behind its head and spilling its blood and entrails into the surf.

You think, for a moment, you might be sick.

He goes on to explain that the blood will act as bait, drawing bigger fish closer to the ship, and proceeds to catch several more. Time passes, but soon you see that he's true to his word, larger fins flitting about in the waves just away from the ship. Cain grins and casts out his hook. You and Sylea follow suit.

Soon enough, though, you see the other fins scatter, vanishing beneath the waves. You feel a light tug on your line and your heart skips a beat. You can't help but wag, your eyes focusing down the line. Another tug.

"WhadoIdowhadoIdo!?" You hop up and down, looking over to Cain.

"Wait till you feel something grab on the line and pull... then pull back. That sets the hook, an-"

Next thing you know, you're going over the edge of the ship. Sylea grabs one of your legs, Cain the other.

"EYES UP, BOY!" You hear your aunt snarl at Cain, but you're not quite sure why. You feel something pulling on you hard enough to almost jerk your arms out of socket. Almost. Whatever it is, it seems it's caught on your line! You wag, feeling the tip brushing the back of your head, given your angle.

>Roll 1d100 to bring it in (with heavy bonuses for the initial result of 3)
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Rolled 16 (1d100)

>>41187065
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>>41187060
I took a break to get a drink and set up a Livestream of "My Bride is a Mermaid for BurningSigil and Doc before I finished writing.
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Rolled 4 (1d100)

>>41187065
We dedicate this catch to the name of YRA!
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Rolled 15 (1d100)

>>41187065
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>>41187085
We are the best fisherbold in the world.
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>>41187085
Seems the homicidal deity of BURN 'EM ALL has heard your pleas to trespass into Sha's domain.

Congratulations. Your full belly started a deific turf war.
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Rolled 74 (1d100)

>>41187125
Is it too late to dedicate it to SHA instead?
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>>41187151
Only the first three rolls count.
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>>41187125
Can it be altered so that we're asking for YRA's strength instead of dedicating to him?
Calling on Yra's strength vs. using our own?
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>>41187065
>"EYES UP, BOY!"
Thank you Sylea, gotta keep our chastitiy safe.
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>>41187201
Are we wearing underwear? I forgot.
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>>41187302
Under.. where? No we're wearing clothes right here!
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>>41187302
I'm pretty sure nobody has explained to Nadia the importance of such a thing as underwear.
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>>41187321
Let me rephrase that.
What is separating our genitals from the rest of the world?
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>>41187321
>>41187379
>>41187201
Thank you very, very, much.
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>>41187383

Time.
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>>41187412
>>41187321
Your're almost as bad as the time when Lotus double double-spaced when someone complained about his formatting.
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>>41187065
"Mal'ir! What is that line even made of!?" Cain shouts as he struggles to drag you back, Sylea doing most of the work.

"Arachne silk, spun broad and stretched thin! Almost unbreakable! You will find no stronger line anywhere. She was a very lovely girl, but alas, the wind-"

"Oh, shut up about your love life and grab a rope!" Sylea barks, wrapping an arm around your waist and pulling you back. A sudden jerk pulls her against the railing, and she hisses in pain as she slams against it.

"Wait... unbreakable?" You yell back at Mal'ir as your feet touch wood. The satyr shouts back in the affirmative, running across the deck to retrieve a coil of rope, and you grin. "Sylea! Hold me!"

"What? Nadia, what are you-" Another sharp jerk strains your shoulders and you flex, pulling back on the rod.

"Hold me! Get behind me and keep me steady!" Your aunt doesn't question it as she moves around behind you, shifting her grip around you without letting go. You crunch up in her arms, planting your heels on the railing and planting the butt of the rod on the deck between your legs. You slowly begin pulling the line up, hand over hand. It's thin, and cuts into the pads of your hands, but something about the nature of the line doesn't cause it to break your skin. You feel every muscle in your arms burning, but with Sylea's claws bracing you on the deck, the force pulling against you doesn't send you over the edge.

Another long pull on the line causes it to slip through your hands, and you snap your hands closed on the end of the rod with a snarl. Sylea grabs the rope and lashes you to her, but as she moves to lash the both of you to the railing you shake your head. "Walk toward the mast! We need to draw it up!"
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>>41187683
Cain nods, moving beside you and looking over the edge. His eyes go wide. "THAT THING IS GIGANTIC! It's the biggest one I've ever seen! Mal'ir, we need a harpoon or something, she'll never get that brought up!"

"YES.. I... WILL!" Sylea backs toward the mast, setting her claws with each step. She's panting and sweating, but with each step you tug on the line, and soon enough, you see the creature's head appear at the base of the railing. Cain and Mal'ir rush over to drag it over the side, leaving it snapping on the deck.

It's shell glistens deep emerald in the noonday sunlight, its wrinkled head and baleful black eyes glaring hate at the four of you on deck. Its beak, the same gem-like hue of its shell, snaps angrily toward you, the fishing line leading deep into its throat. When its beak snaps closed, sparks arc all around it. It digs its long, flat claws into the deck, dragging curls of wood up behind. Its claws glisten with gold. The whole thing looks like a finely crafted piece of jewellery.

"By all the gods and demons..." Mal'ir gasps, unsheathing his sword automatically and approaching the beast carefully. the crown of its shell reaches the bridge of your nose, and it looks like it could easily swallow you whole.

"W-we should throw it back..." Cain stutters as he steps back, dropping his rod and looking about for his weapon.

>Hell no! I pulled it up, and it's mine!
>Yeah, probably not a bad idea... it looks mean...
>No! Emma needs the meat!
>Other
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>>41187706
>No! Emma needs the meat!
>Hell no! I pulled it up, and it's mine!
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>>41187706
>Hell no! I pulled it up, and it's mine!
>Emma needs the meat!
Money Crab!
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>>41187706
>It's mine!
>Emma needs the meat!
GIL SNAPPER FOR EMMA!
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>>41187706
Lotus good evening! I have caught your thread with the gift of artistic progress! I had to redo the armor from scratch because I just wasn't liking it afore, but now is much better my friend! Will have to finish some details to the guards and work out the boots a bit more, then add shading and she will be completes
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>>41187706
>No! Emma needs the meat!
>Other
Tell Sha that we're going to kill and eat one of their more opulent minions.
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>>41187765
Complete success! Thank you very much!
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>>41187706
>No! Emma needs the meat!
>Hell no! I pulled it up, and it's mine!
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>>41187706
Writing!

Let's get a d100 for the initial assault.
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Rolled 37 (1d100)

>>41187898
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Rolled 96 (1d100)

>>41187898
I have learnt my lesson well.
For the glory of SHA!
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Rolled 90 (1d100)

>>41187898
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>>41187925
SHA is pissed off that you dedicated this catch to YRA, Anon!

Quick! Appease SHA! With smut.
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>>41187905
Well, you're on the right path anyway.

Pity that pretty shell's as hard as the gems it resembles. Writing.
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Rolled 98, 28, 5, 57, 35, 93, 32, 19, 49, 47 = 463 (10d100)

Don't mind me, just scrying about for the will of the dicegods.

Captcha is getting smart. Only two images of food, the rest are utensils.
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>>41188008
You can switch back to text captchas.
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>>41188143
But how will I sandwich burgers?!
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>>41188143
So much simpler.

>>41188008
4, 5, 19, 28, 32, 35, 49, 57, 93, 98

Still got no clue what these numbers mean.
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>>41187706
"No! No, no! Emma needs the meat! I didn't pull it up to throw it back! We need it!" You rush it with an angry growl and drive your fist into the beast's side, and OH DAMN THAT HURT!

The shell cracks under your blow, but your hand throbs painfully. A quick snap at the air around your waist causes you to leap back, the beast catching a generous bit of the curly fur around your knee. You howl loudly at the pain, but pain is all it is; no further harm done.

That's when you feel the tingle of a bolt of lightning streak past you, an explosion of thunder following immediately. You clap your hands over your ears, whining as Sylea grabs hold of you, jerking you back as plasma licks around her lips. Mal'ir dances in, surprisingly deft on his cloven hooves, the tip of his thin sword glancing twice off the beast's head.

It snaps at the blade, but it already it has returned to the satyr's side, and the satyr moved out of range. "A thick hide and a sturdy shell! You'll get nowhere with strength alone, my lovely snowflake!"

"NOW ISN'T THE TIME!" Sylea shrieks, a gout of glowing blue energy erupting from her mouth, striking the beast and driving it back into the railing. The wood cracks under the pressure as the dragon shrieks fury, her eyes glowing at the wrath of her breath. Small pieces of the tortoise's shell and skin peel off, burning to atoms. Finally, Sylea snaps her mouth closed, falling to her knees on the deck. The tortoise's shell smoulders, but is otherwise unbroken, untouched.
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>>41188372
Sylea curses angrily as the beast opens it's mouth again, lightning crackling deep in its throat as it prepares to launch another bolt. A shadow passes overhead, and a heavy sea trunk smashes into the beast's head, slamming its beak shut as the bolt discharges, the wood splintering over the beast's head. The energy crackles around the beast's mouth, the wood charring, and the monster slaps its fin-like claws violently against the deck in rage and pain.

"What in fucking hell have you brought up! Can I leave you not alone!?" Baltas steps up on deck, grabbing Sylea under the arm and hefting her to her feet. "Are you okay, stupid fat lizard?"

"You sure took your damned time, mutt..."

You consider a moment, watching the beast as it moves, trying to wriggle closer to you, into range for another bite. There seems to be an idea deep in the recesses of your mind, but...

>Roll 2d100
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>>41188372
WE DUN FUCKED UP!
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Rolled 119, 77 = 196 (2d200)

>>41188391
Rip and tear! Gra wills it!
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Rolled 90, 36 = 126 (2d100)

>>41188391
I have no idea what to say.
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Rolled 14, 28 = 42 (2d100)

>>41188391
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>>41188391
WHAT COULD POSSIBLY GO WRONG!?
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Rolled 7, 87 = 94 (2d100)

>>41188391
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Rolled 9, 9 = 18 (2d100)

>>41188391
Whoopsie. 100's not 200s..
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>>41188412
>>41188415
>>41188421
7, 28

Please let be enough.

>>41188427
Where the fuck were you?!
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>>41188421
>>41188415
Harpy brains and ridiculous strength.

Writing.
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>>41188427
Welp. Pity it was roll 4. It'd be interesting to meet the god associated with 9s.
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>>41188435
I was right here >>41188404
I accidentally rolled the 200's
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One final round of d100.

This is for the final blow! Captcha is giving me fish, it believes in us!
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Rolled 84 (1d100)

>>41188840
WHAT COULD POSSIBLY GO WRONG?
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Rolled 33 (1d100)

>>41188840
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Rolled 18 (1d100)

>>41188840
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Rolled 80 (1d100)

>>41188840
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Rolled 54 (1d100)

>>41188840
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>>41188391
"Its mouth!" You shout, pointing at the beast. "There's nothing protecting it inside!"

Baltas considers a moment before nodding. Cain is already rushing downstairs to grab his spear. Sylea nods, reaching over and steadying herself on your uncle's shoulder. You whine softly, looking at the monstrosity as it snaps angrily. You take up a fighter's stance, unsure of what exactly you can do against the armored beast. Sylea inhales deeply, coughing. "Damn... I... I need time..."

"And have it you will!" Baltas grabs up a plank from the broken chest, charging the beast without hesitation, giving a wild cry as he slams it into the beast's head, snapping it sideways. It snarls and snaps out, biting down on the plank hard, biting almost cleanly through it. Baltas grins wildly, laughing. "Hah! For my trap you have fallen!" He turns, straining with a growl as he pulls the beast forward. "Move, damn you!"

You grab hold of Sylea and pull her out of the way as Baltas sends the creature skidding into the mast, cracking it from the base midway up the tip. The creature seems rattled. Mal'ir seems irate.

"MY SHIP!" He claps a hand to one of his horns, tugging it hard in frustration and shock.

"You will fix it with fuckdamn turtle bone!" Baltas leaps upon the creature's back, sitting down to steady himself as he begins to smack it repeatedly with the plank. "Do not struggle! Do not struggle! You are stupid!"

The monster hisses loudly and Baltas takes the opportunity to jam the plank in its mouth, pulling back and prizing it open. It strains and struggles, croaking angrily as it tries to snap down on it. Cain reappears with his spear, rushing for the monster. You snatch it out of his hands.

"Hey!" He objects, but you flash him an angry look.
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>>41188946
"My sister, my catch, my kill!" You rush forward, skidding around the front of the monster. It glares at you, beady eyes full of animal fury as the plank begins to splinter. You howl in fury, and drive the spear deep down it's throat. You feel it catch on something, and you force it through. You bury your arms in the creature's mouth, the spear piercing halfway through it's innards. It squeaks in pain, eyes widening in shock.

It begins to flop and you jerk back as it bites through the plank, it's body beginning to pulse and seize as if being shocked. Blood begins to flow from its beak, pooling on the salt-slick deck. Baltas rolls backward off its shell, yelling out in surprise as he hits the deck. The creature trembles violently, steam rising from within its depths. Soon, it stops twitching and falls still on the deck, dead as the gem it resembles.

Your heart pounds in your chest, your breath coming in short bursts. Your adrenaline courses through your veins, and you feel a sense of elation. You grin and throw back your head, fists clenched at your side.

>Roll for victory howl

Last update tonight. Thanks for coming, everyone!
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Rolled 31 (1d100)

>>41188964
AWOOOOOOO!
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Rolled 68 (1d100)

>>41188964
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Rolled 51 (1d100)

>>41188964
Thanks for running, boss.
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Rolled 8 (1d100)

>>41188964
smol awoo
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>>41187383
>>41187412
Ba-dum-TSS
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>>41189027
WE COULD HAVE HAD BIG AWOO!
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>>41189042
How about a Oowa! instead?
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>>41189103
Kek, maybe we'll make 53 cents!
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So to keep the thread awake....what're the chances that Cain's gonna confess to Nadia when we are back in the village...only to have Emma cockblock.
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>>41189658
I think he's been emasculated enough as is
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>>41190072
Anymore emasculation and he'd be better off castrated.
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>>41190072
Nonsense. We haven't even bought him a dress yet.
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>>41190072
But he can stay home and tend to the garden and children while she goes off hunting and on adventures!
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Unless Lotus is planning to pick this thread up in the morn', we should just let it die.
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>>41191139
NEVER! Never give up, Never surrender!
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>>41188964
Thanks for running.
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Cain vs. Mal'ir? Go!
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>>41193172
Post dog.
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>>41198004
Mal'ir would fuck him up, and make clever innuendos about fucking Nadia while he does it.
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>>41198814
I prefer smut.
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>>41199077
I'm sure we could come to a mutual compromise mr.HUEHUEHUE
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>>41199077
Then post smut. Would Gra maybe do something like burying alive? Or live entombment?
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>>41199077
>>41199371
>>41199378
Y u do dis?
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>>41198814
At least post the good one
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>>41198814
>>41199576
Oh, yeah! That's hot!
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a bump good-bye



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