(You) have been isekaied as a necromancer into a fairly generic magical world.You’re bio immortal, can cast spells, and yeah, fairly standard stuff.Your goal? Whatever you want. Ascend to lichdom, fight for necromancer rights, wipe out the living, become a king, just don’t make it boring, the gods isekaied you here because they were bored.Don’t let too many people know you’re a necromancer, that shit gets you hunted, and you guys are rare as shit currently.RaceNah, you don’t get a choice.You’re an anon, one of those green guys with either those character model crosses, a question mark on your face, and a total fucking NEET.Oh yeah, you also start off with either your choice ofBathrobes +Magic casting abilityTracksuit +slight boost to alcohol tolerance and physical statsCheap suit +you’ll find a small stash of dosh a while after you startLight/no rules, roll 1d100 for rolls, just have fun with this shit.You are currently in the dying city of drakenhor. Once a vast, ambitious, and beautiful underground city symbolizing the collaboration between a whole gaggle of races. It has since fallen from glory and has become a moudlering shithole filled with all sorts of scum.You’ve been here for a few weeks now and have managed to take out and raise a small drug gang and take over their drug den. Minions:3 zombies2 skeletons1 ghoulGold15Wat do? Feel free to ask questions.>go out and search for corpses>practice your magic>take a trip to the black market>write in
Rolled 44 (1d100)>>5044142Bathrobes +Magic casting ability>>practice your magic
>>5044142>send minions out to collect corpses to be raised>consult map for other places to live, this shithole of a city sucks assNo respectable Necromancer lives in some gay-ass drug shack, we need to find at least an old crypt or a rundown mansion to haunt. Bonus if it's overlooking a spooky forest or is built next to a cliff-face.
>>5044158>>5044142Forgot to include starting item:>Bathrobes +Magic casting abilityBecause magic, fuck yeah
>>5044157>>5044158>>5044159Combining all three.You glance at your fluffy bathrobe, the former idiots and now current undead minions tried to mug you for it, thinking it was made of "Bobeko hide." You have no idea what the hell that is, but you weren't about to run around in shorts and a undershirt. It also seems that your magic is slightly enhanced while wearing it.You send out your servants to grab some corpses off the street, you aren't too worried about them being spotted except for the skeletons, you've probably seen at least a dozen druggies far more disgusting than your relatively fresh zombies and ghouls.While you wait, you decide to practice casting your magic for a bit. While it's difficult with no guide, experience, or even corpses to practice on, you manage to at the very least make your aim steadier when firing off magic missles. You decide to put a end to this when you accidentally put a bit too much oomph in your spark spell and shatter a beaker full of strange green liquid, shimmering before suddenly soaking into the floor.Unfortunately, you don't have a map, so you don't have anything to consult. You do know there's a pleasure district with brothels and "safe" drug-bars, as well as a few mansions owned by the kingpins to the south, but not the exact location or anything else about the city.Your skeletons return, they weren't able to get anything beyond a random dusty skull before people started taking notice.Your zombies return, they've managed to grab one corpse, but it's missing a arm and it's guts are spilling out, along with the decapitated body of either a hobbit or a unfortunate child.Your ghoul returns, and... they apparently accidentally grabbed a OD-ing junkie instead of a corpse, she appears to be some sort of blue elf. Her eyes have rolled back and black foam currently streams from her mouth. You haven't spotted any of these walking around the city before.Minions:3 zombies2 skeletons1 ghoulCorpse supply:SkullMangled CorpseDecapitated short bodyPrisoners(?)Blue elf.Wat do?>Kill the blue elf>Use blue elf as experiment fodder>Use blue elf as target practice>leave the blue elf and see if she dies or not, focus on something else in the meantime>Write in
Rolled 90 (1d100)>>5044171>see if you can detonate the mangled corpse with magic, it's good to know if you can turn corpses into makeshift bombs or not>combine skull and short body and attempt to raise it>slit throat of blue elf, then raise her and interrogate her
>>5044182Unfortunately, you know for a fact you aren't skilled enough to raise corpses that can speak yet, at best your skeletons can hisss, your zombies can gurgle, and your choul can rasp and gasp like a 80 year old grandpa, albiet a grandpa with knives for teeth and daggers for fingers. You tried to get the gang's corpses to tell you how to make drugs, but they just knocked over a bunch of shit and nearly set your lair on fire.You decide to leave the elf alone for now. You turn your attention to the mangled corpse, you breathe in, and slowly wrap the tendrils of your energy around it, worming your way in, and making a firm grip. You focus for a second before flooding it with as much power as you possibly can. After a few seconds of exhauging concentration, the corpse makes a wet splutching sound, and it suddenly explodes in a shower of viscera and body parts. The Blue Elf was rather close to this explosion, but beyond the physical damage of a random boneshard scraping her across the arm, there wasn't much damage dealt to her, or anyone, really. There's some guts plastered on the ceiling and the bones going everywhere smacked some of your skeletons, but it was a really weak explosion when everything's taken into account.After sitting down in the corner, you instruct your minions to jam the skull onto the corpse. You wave your hands and begin the incantation, the corpse twitches and you see a glint of blue light within the skulls sockets, but are suddenly wracked with a sense of extreme pain shooting through your spine. You collapse to the ground and realize It seems you're too exhausted to properly cast spells right now after the corpse explosion. You can try again later, but continuing is probably bad for your health.The blue elf begins to stir.Minions:3 zombies2 skeletons1 ghoulCorpse supply:SkullDecapitated short bodyPrisoners(?)Blue elf.Wat do?>kill elf>wake elf up, interrogate her (write in what)>Send out minions for corpse collection>go take a snooze>write in.
Rolled 67 (1d100)>>5044197>we can't raise minions that can speak yetDamn we fucking suck. At least we can detonate corpses, we just need to find a way to up the power of the explosion.>send zombies out for more corpses, tell them we need whole bodies if possible, otherwise get more mangled ones to practice Corpse Explosions on>knock out elf properly and go take a nap>skelebois and the ghoul stand guard ready to kill this elf if she tries anything while we napWe'll deal with her later, this super headache is killing us.
>>5044209You decide to take a nap before this headache becomes even worse. If it weren't for the fact that rotting bodies now smells vaguely pleasant to you, you think that the smell of splattered guts everywhere would make it worse. You send out the zombies, instructing them to bring back some whole bodies. You send your skeletons and ghouls to stand guard.You find a old... couch? does fantasy medieval society have couches? do they call them couches? Whatever, you're too tired to care. You drift pleasantly off to sleep...And are rudely awakened by the sound of crashing and banging, as well as random yelling.You walk into the room to find one of your skeletons now has their head smashed in, and the Blue elf is screaming and trying to roll away from some human with yellow eyes, no shirt, and a weird tattoo on their chest. He also has his head and forearms covered in bandages, but they seem purely decorative. He's pretty badly injured, bleeding from his belly and one of his legs limping behind him, but has a pretty sturdy looking metal rod in his hands.You also note a LOT of humanoid shaped lumps stuffed in bags.As soon as you enter, the human screams at you>"EY! What in the 6 heavens are you doing muscling in on the Bandino's turf you creep!? I already murked one of your shitty thugs, don't make me do it to you!"...is this guy serious?Minions:3 zombies1 skeleton1 ghoulCorpse supply:Unknown statusPrisoners(?)Blue elf.Wat do?>beg for mercy>blast him in the face>sit back, relax, and let your minions tear him apart>"What the fuck are you talking about?">Write in
Rolled 40 (1d100)>>5044233>blast him with magic missiles while your minions mob himHe'll make a fine addition to our collection.
>>5044248Even if you weren't a necromancer and your undead were just simple thugs in costumes, he's still outnumbered 6 to one. However, you are a necromancer, and those are undead, so it's even worse odds.You sigh and raise your arm and hurl a bolt of dark energy towards him. He dives out of the way, but it crashes full force into his thigh, mangling it in a spurt of blood. He screams and swings wildly with his "weapon" sending one of your zombies crashing to the ground and splitting open their head. However, it's not enough to stop your small army and he screams as his ribs are broken from the battering fists of the zombies and skeleton before his neck is slit by the ghoul.The zombie knocked to the ground gets back up, he's not dead, but definitely wont be able to pass as a druggie anymore.The blue elf stares in shock before blinking and meekly says>"Uh... thanks... I didn't know you'd kill him, or you're a, uh, necro-guy but I guess that works.">"Can you let me go now? My friend said she paid you."Minions:2 zombies1 damaged zombie1 skeleton1 ghoulCorpse supply:Unknown statusPrisoners(?)Blue elf.Wat do?>"What the hell are you talking about?">Kill her>Examine Corpse Pile Status>Write in.
Rolled 7 (1d100)>>5044233>sit back, relax, and let your minions tear him apart
Rolled 13 (1d100)>>5044260>"What the hell are you talking about?">Kill her
Rolled 99 (1d100)>>5044260>"What the hell are you talking about?">"Anyway, can't let you go. Can't let you tell everyone about this here, uh, necromancy stuffs. Either make peace with that and live, or don't and die. Your choice.">inspect the corpse bags
>>5044262>>5044270You furrow your brow (can you even have a brow if you don't have "real" eyes or eyebrows?)>"What the hell are you talking about?"The Blue Elf seems just as confused as you>"Y'know, you're, uh, Barry or something right?">"Like, the dude who wanted to sell this new kick-ass drug you call spice?">"Wanted a way to declare war on the rival gang in the area without risking his dudes?">"I was in real deep debt, my friend had cash, you needed, like, bait, so I was supposed to skip on my bills, and you were supposed to ambush the debt collector dude-person after bring paid by my friend."She makes what can be described as a "stinkface">"your guys showed up real late tho, like, I was waiting there for hoursssss.">"I used up the last bit of the Clom I had mannnn, you would totally owe me if you didn't fucking end that dude.">"They also stole a bunch of corpse he was getting rid of, which I was like whaaaaat at first, but that makes sense now. ">"why the hell are you dealing drugs if you can, like, raise the dead and stuff? Shouldn't you be working on world domination or like, near-you domination or something?">"like I already asked, can I go now? I don't really give a crap about that necromancy stuff, I won't tell anyone."It appears that you have a case of mistaken identity only possible when the identifying person is a heavy drug user.Wat do?>"Sorry, better luck in the next life" (Kill her, too much of a risk)>"Well, uh, goodbye" (let her go, who's going to belive a druggie)>"Can't let you go. Can't let you tell everyone about this here, uh, necromancy stuffs. Either make peace with that and live, or don't and die. Your choice." (Keep her, she might be useful)>Check on corpse pile>write in
Rolled 78 (1d100)>>5044290>"Can't let you go. Can't let you tell everyone about this here, uh, necromancy stuffs. Either make peace with that and live, or don't and die. Your choice." (Keep her, she might be useful)
Rolled 80 (1d100)>>5044290>"Can't let you go. Can't let you tell everyone about this here, uh, necromancy stuffs. Either make peace with that and live, or don't and die. Your choice." (Keep her, she might be useful)
>>5044298>>5044300You politely inform her that she's not allowed to leave anymore. Still not understanding that "Barry" is dead, she simply remains confused.>"You Suck! What the hell was the point was offering help if you were just going to do this shit anyway! You're, like, a total douche Barry! Even more than my friend said you were!"Wat do?>Lie: "Well, I needed an assistant, willing or not, and what can two addicts do against a necromancer?">Explain to her slowly and carefully that Barry is dead and you killed him, and if she doesn't shut up, she'll end up just like Barry *point at the ghoul*>No time to waste on fools, do something else>Write in
>>5044318>No time to waste on fools, do something else>inspect corpse bagsTime to see if we got anything of quality to raise.
Rolled 7 (1d100)>>5044324Forgot my die.
>>5044324>>5044325Perhaps she'll be more cooperative later. For now, you turn your attention to the Corpse pile. It's quite a haul. There are no less than a dozen bodies in varying states of rot and decay. Your Skeleton that the collector smashed is well and truly gone though, it's head is basically completely powderized.Your remaining undead shuffle around and resume their duty of guarding the grumbling blue elf. You have no idea what time it is, everything's underground and the nearest clock is around 20 minutes away by walking. You think it's been at least 7 hours since you've woken up this "morning" (not the nap).Regardless of the quality of the corpses, you estimate you probably have enough time and energy to raise all twelve, and maybe experiment with the skull and decapitated body before becoming exhausted from a combination of magic use and the need to sleep.Meanwhile, the Blue Elf is still yelling and grumbling>"MY FRIEND KNOWS I'M HERE! SHE'LL COME BACK AND KICK YOUR ASS BARRY! SHE'S LIKE, SUPER AWESOME AND SHIT!"Roll 1d12 minus 4 to determine how many corpses are of "fresh quality."Minions:2 zombies1 damaged zombie1 skeleton1 ghoulCorpse supply:1 skullHeavily damaged skelton bodyDecapitated short body12 corpses of unknown quality.PrisonersBlue elf Junkie>spend rest of the day raising dead>experiment with raising just the skull>send out minions to gather corpses>make conversation with prisoner (write in)>Write in
Rolled 1 + 4 (1d12 + 4)>>5044402>>experiment with raising just the skull >make conversation with prisoner"Does that ghoul over there look familiar, at all? I can't remember his name...harry? darry?"
Rolled 9 - 4 (1d12 - 4)>>5044402>>5044421Backing this, trying to unfuck that really bad roll so we have some fresh corpses to play with.Maybe we can infuse the skull with magic and make it fly around, like a Servitor Skull.
>>5044421>>5044426(probably my last post for today unless I find the time college is a bitch)After rooting around your corpse pile, at least 4 of the corpses are fresh enough to pass as Drakenhor Druggies. You briefly take a mental note that Drakenhor is a extremely shit city, that is the only reason fresh zombies can pass as drug addicts. You leave the corpse pile alone for now and stroll over to your prisoner.>"Does that ghoul over there look familiar, at all? I can't remember his name...harry? darry?"The blue elf seems unimpressed.>"Like, Who the heck forgets what they name their pets? I mean, I did it like once, but I was on drugs that time, so that doesn't count.">"Why the hell did you like, name all of your "friends" after yourself, my BFF told me that your friends names are like, totally stupid things like larry, gary, mary, zach-arry... which one did you name 'arry after you already used harry?"Christ, it seems you can't take any sort of subtle approach due to the fact that the people you killed were a bunch of fucking losers and this bimbo is a complete idiot.You decide to just try raising the skull. You "feel" around with your mana, finding it distressingly hard to put any real energy into your actions. You eventually find a sort of grip, and begin to channel your power into it until ITHURTSITHURTSITHURTSITHURTS. YOur head suddenly splits into a horrible headache before flashing all over your body, wracking it in incredible pain. You scream in pain and are vaugely aware of something shattering and someone bleeding. Through the pain, you see three flames lie in front of you.>RED, wrath and fury>BLACK, unfeeling and unstoppable>BLUE, despair and cold>CANCELCANCELCANCEL!
>>5044440>>BLACK, unfeeling and unstoppableI got a bad feeling about this one, scoob.
>>5044440>BLACK, unfeeling and unstoppable
>>5044440>BLACK, unfeeling and unstoppableWhat could possibly go wrong.
>>5044651>>5044658>>5044813>>5045060You grasp out towards the black flame, as soon as you touch it, you nearly throw up as all the pain seems to concentrate into the palm of your hand as the flame latches onto it. As you scream in pain, you feel your body moving without your input, and finally, the pain stops as you fall to your knees and puke. Finally, you look up and see a floating skull with eyes of blackened fire and surrendered by dark burning flames.The skull simply stares back at you before a word comes out of his mouth and he approaches your undead.>"MIGHT"You simply watch, exhausted, as some flames seem to seep into your small gang of undead. They briefly twitch before settling down, the skull continues this for a while before his flames die down and he hovers back in front of you. You notice the damaged zombie appears to have had his head roughly "healed" though it looks more like someone melted his flesh like wax and patched it toghter.The blue elf girl is currently crying, and you see that her ears are bleeding. You touch the side of your face and notice yours are too.Wat do?>go to sleep>comfort prisoner (write in)>study skull>study your undead>write in
>>5045366>comfort prisoner (write in)Shame we can't do healing magic.Headpat her ? Brush her hair or something ? I don't know ? She's a drug addict, we're a necromancer keeping her prisoner in a drug lab with a gaggle of undead minions. We're not equipped to deal with this. Let's at least grab a mostly clean rag, dab it in mostly clean water and clean up the blood and her face. We're not a complete asshole yet. I hope.Then go check out the skull. The undead can wait, that thing may not be able to sustain itself for long.
>>5045366>pat skull for doing really cool things>finally clear up the misunderstanding with the blueberry, she's not dealing with her old contact anymore, but if she keeps calm and doesn't do anything stupid she'll live>go back to taking a nap, we need the energy to raise corpses later
>>5045422>>5045439Attempting to combine, updates will be slow this week, midterms.You kneel down besides the elf and grab a somewhat clean rag and wipe off the blood on her face. She reacts poorly, trying to avoid your touch and starting to blubber, which is basically advanced crying.>"p-please, like, I just wanna leave, I-I'll do anything you ask me to, I swear I won-won't tell anyone, don't kill me p-please."You slowly and calmly explain to her that Barry is dead, you killed him, but as long as she stays calm and doesn't do anything dumb everything will be fine. This works horribly.>"ohgodpleasedon'tkillme- *hic* Ididnthavethemoneyijustwantedtogethigh- *hic* jannawhereareyoupleasedonthurtme."She tries to regain her composure>"I'll-l, do an-any-anything you w-ant, pl-pl-please don't- hurt me or Janna! It-it's all my faauuuullt!-"and fails miserably, turning into a crying mess.Well, this failed miserably. You sigh, and command your undead gang to lift her to the couch opposite the one you slept on, it's the only other place to sleep besides the ground.You turn your attention to the skull. It doesn't look particularly intelligent despite it's speech, in fact, it's currently caught on the wall, trying to follow the rest of your minions. You feel another wave of pain course through you and decide examining can be done tomorrow. As you lie down, you realize the skull is doing the same, their flames lowering until they rest on the floor beside you nearly identical to a normal skull save for the sense of undead you instinctively feel from it, and you also swear the skull is causing energy to go through you.You attempt to fall asleep, but someone desperately trying not to cry too hard doesn't make the best white noise. You presist, and drift off to sleep.In the "morning" (you're pretty sure it's morning at least) you feel strangely refreshed, and you skull appears to have woken up before you. You scratch yourself and stretch, a horrible cracking sound emanating from your back. Blueberry appears to have woken up slightly earlier than you, and opens their mouth to say something, then winces as you glance at her and she slams her mouth shut. She appears to be shaking.Minions:2 zombies1 damaged zombie1 skeleton1 ghoul1 floating skull, blackflamesCorpse supply:Heavily damaged skelton bodyDecapitated short body4 fresh corpses8 corpsesPrisonersBlue elf JunkieWat do?>untie blueberry>interrogate blueberry about "Janna">practice magic>send out undead>write in.
>>5045660>interrogate blueberry, but nicely Try again to assure her that we don't wanna hurt her but really can't afford to let her go.
>>5045671>>5045660This, she will either get this very simple piece of information or we will die of frustrationWhen this inevitably fails, attempt to raise one of the corpses that are in good condition. Pay attention to what the Skull does when we raise it.
Rolled 6 (1d6)>>5045821
>>5045854that's not me.>>5045671>>5045686You waddle over to blueberry and attempt to reason with her>"Look, we don't want to hurt you, but we can't really let you go at this point, alright?">"I-i just wanna go back, please">"We can't do that."She chokes back a sob before finally nodding. You decide you should ask her about "Janna.">"I-idon'tknowwhatyou'retalkingabout."She's lying, that much is obvious. >"But.">"ummm, if you untie me, I might remember enough to give you a hint.">"Like, please? I-iswear I won't run away or attack you, or- or- or-"You get the gist of what she's sayingWat do?>untie her>untie her, warn her that you could melt her face of if you wanted to>get your minions in here in case shit goes down, untie her>"Tell me first, THEN I untie you">Ignore her, move onto other things>write in
oh wait, I forgot to mention that her spit seems to be black by default since I forgot to make blueberry puke during your skull raising.
>>5045896>>get your minions in here in case shit goes down, untie herThe two intact zombies should be enough.
>>5045904You have no idea what her abilities are like, hell, you don't even know her real name or race beyond "some sort of elf." For all you know she's this world's equivalent of a Floridian bath salt abuser, able to tank gunshots and other shit. Actually, do guns exist in this world?Whatever, you snap your fingers and two of your fresher zombies shamble into the room and position themselves next to her. She visibly recoils and nearly bursts into tears when one of their fingers fall off and nearly touches her thigh. You warn her to not try anything, and you go around and... holy shit, this is a mess, you know someone with giant claws probably doesn't have a lick of finger coordination, but this is excessive. You decide to just cast a small cut spell to release her.Not wanting to give off the impression she's attacking or bolting off, she slowly straightens out and moves into a sitting position.Blueberry attempts to not look like she's shitting herself before stuttering out>"Janna's my best friend, she's like, super awesome tough and a champ in the underground street fight-tournament-contest thingies, she always helps me out with getting some new shit as long as I, uh, share with her.">"I-I don't know how she knew Barry, I don't think she liked them though..."She then falls silent, and uncomfortably glances at you and your "friends.">"Uh, can we please, please make another, like, deal?">"J-just leave the room for like, 3 minutes, and uh, don't look inside, and uh, um, take your z-z-zombies out? I-swear on my life I won't do something dumb! Uh, super p-please!">"I'll, uh, tell you more about Barry if you d-do?"She shifts around nervously, and crosses her legs, looking like she regrets even asking you to untie her in the first place.The room is located within the one story (well, one accessible one, the stairs rotted away) house, meaning that if you left the room, the only exit would lead to the room you'd be in. There are no windows, and she's definitely in no shape to break down any walls. The door to the room is old and can't be closed completely, making it easy to peek through the crack.Wat do?>"Why?">(Threaten) "No, you'll tell me now, don't make me tie you up again.">(Threaten: Extreme/ BLUFF) "You'll talk now, or I'll make you talk as a ghost ">"Alright, but I want to hear about Janna, not some two bit thug that I already killed">"Alright.">"I'll be leaving then." (Peek through the door)>Write in
>>5045914>"Why?">Write inIf you can't be honest and upfront with me or useful to me and tell me what I want to know, what is the point in keeping you alive? Talk. It'll help you calm down.
>>5045914She probably just needs the toilet and/or to take drugs.Let her know that the ghoul can track by the scent of her soul and let her be for a couple of minutes
>>5045918Sure. Also, don't peek. Even if she does try to break down a wall, we'll hear it anyway. No need to be a creep.
>>5045914>Alright, but I want to hear about Janna, not some two bit thug that I already killed"
>>5045917>>5045914Backing this, if she can't tell us why she wants to have some time alone then why should we trust her?
>>5045917>>5045918>>5045921>>5045926>>5046275>>5046279Why won.>"Why, exactly? If you don't tell me, I can't trust you."Blueberry shifts around before finally answering.>"Um, well, you see, I uh, like, uhm...">"I, uh, need to pee, and uh, uhm, I don't like being watched while I take my, uh, d-drugs."Oh.Wat do?>Just leave>Leave zombies there to monitor her>force her to talk about Janna/Barry (Choose) first>Write in
>>5046673>"Alright. Why didn't you just say so?">leave with minions, raise one or two corpses while we wait for her to finish
>>5045914>>5045917SupportingAn aside. What are our short-term goals? Our drug supply will run out b/c we don't have knowledge of the production process. Additionally, as seen recently, our zombies literally fall apart and the skulls of the skeletons can be pulverized. I think finding a way to maintain our minions without magic should be something to think about.
>>5046680>"Alright. Why didn't you just say so?"Blueberry mutters something about being embarrassed, but you really don't give a shit, does everyone just forget asking to go to the washroom is a thing? Then again, you might not have belived her if said that fromt the start.You grab your minions and command them out the door, and you begin prepping to raise another corpse as the skull floats around you, bumping into walls.Suddenly, you hear the distinct sound of a slightly overweight knife-eared drug addict slamming into the ground. That, or she just tipped over the couch for some reason.>corpse supplydecapitated short body4 fresh8 damaged1 thug body>minions3 zombs1 skeleton1 ghoul1 floating skull, blackflamesWat do?>Peek into the door>Kick down the door>Ignore her, pick a corpse to revive>"Everything alright in there?">write in
>>5046687She's not taking your drugs, she's using the drugs she has on her right now.
>>5046690I was referencing the fact that we took over a drug den while being incapable of making more, and I assumed we still peddled the drugs while acting as Barry.
>>5046688>"Everything alright in there? Hitting the sauce a little too hard?">>5046687>What are our short-term goals?I just want out of this pisshole of a city, find some charmingly spooky place to settle down in and build an army of the undead. You know, basic Necromancer stuff
>>5046688>>"Everything alright in there?" If she doesn't respond I'll command a skeleton to walk in first and I'll follow.
>>5046688>>5045921>>"Everything alright in there?" If she doesn't respond I'll command a skeleton to walk in first and I'll follow.
>>5046688>"Everything alright in there?"
>>5046700>>5046723>>5047305>"Hello? You take too many drugs? Too little drugs?"You hear Blueberry emit a string of swears before you hear her swear>"I'm fine, like, just, gimmie a second."After a few more seconds, she opens the door. You shrug, and as you step inside, you are suddenly assaulted with... well, you aren't sure how to describe it, but it sorta reminds you of the time the Jocks at your highschool decided to drag you to a mixer as a prank, and you all ended up misunderstanding how to huff glue after a shitty dinner with 90% catfishes and no-shows.Blueberry appears vastly more relaxed, her eyes are glazed and she has this insufferably smug smile plastered on her face, and she's currently lying on the couch. Wait, is that a wet spot on the other end? You REALLY hope that's were she drooled after her first hit or something.>"So, like, Barry was kinda a shithead, he thought he was "totally different from the rest of the dealers" and he had this "sick recipe" or some shit.">"he was going after the Bandinos, which I was, like, working for, but they were jerks, so I kept swiping their drug supplies, it was really funny when they found out at first, it took them, like, 2 months, since I'm totally a genius, and they're so super dumb.">"like, who makes their initiation ritual giving a shitload of blood in a bucket or cutting off a hand? you want a army of cripples and invalids? Sure, it looks cool, but I mean.."she gestures at the dead gangster on your corpse pile.>"Didn't help that asshole like, right?">"Their drugs sucked too, like, they work, but I had to take, like, 5 lines off the ground, and it took so long to hit right now I-">"Whatever, the point is that they suck.">"But then Barry comes in and gives me a buncha super awesome drugs, and then he lets me have more if I talk to Janna for him for soemthing, and it's really good, so I did it, and like-"She shuffles around in her pockets and pulls out a bunch of small purple pouches that look like they have orbs in them>"This lasted me, like, a month, bro, it's greaaaaat."She whines as she spins so that her head dangles upside down and her legs rest upon the back of the sofa.>"But whatever, Barry was always going to like, eat it because the Bandinos are like, violent and shit, even if that's like, the only thing mildly like, "good" about them.">"So I'm, like, super glad that I got the drugs when I had the chance."Her dopey smile spreads wider.>"Actually, you got any more space? C'mon man, like, you took over his hideout and everything, you gotta have found his stash or recipe, don't hold out on meeeeee."Wat do>"I don't even know what "space" looks like, show it to me, and I'll consider getting you some if you continue being useful.">"Tell me more about Barry first.">"More about the Bandinos first">"You, worked with the bandinos, swiped drugs for months, helped their competitors, TWICE and you thought killing one of them would help?"1/2 options posted
>>5047607options continued>(assert dominance)"ENOUGH. TELL ME NOW OR DIE.">"you, uh, act like this normally when you're not threatened by necromancers, or is it just the drugs?">Write in
>>5047607>"I don't even know what "space" looks like. You know what, help me search the place for a stash and I'll give you a cut."
>>5047607>"I don't even know what "space" looks like, show it to me, and I'll consider getting you some if you continue being useful.">"Winners don't do drugs though."At least she's no longer panicking, means we can Necromance in peace for a change after we find her the drugs
>>5047607>"I don't even know what "space" looks like, show it to me, and I'll consider getting you some if you continue being useful."
>>5047607>>"I don't even know what "space" looks like, show it to me, and I'll consider getting you some if you START being useful."
>"I don't even know what "space" looks like, show it to me, and I'll consider getting you some if you continue being useful."Blueberry's expression sours slightly, and she mumbles under her breath before grabbing a sphere of what looks like purple rock crystal candy out of the bags. It's not very big, around the size of a hamster's severed head.>"Here. It's really good, you can snort it, mix it into things, cook it, lick it, eat it, inject it if you melt it, snort it, and uh, I've never tried this, so I wouldn't know if it works, but I've like, heard if you just shove it up your butt it gives a REALLY great high.">"...Not that I've tried that.">"No idea how it's made though, I think Janna said something about more of my kind, which is weird."You prompt her to tell you more about Janna, unfortunately, nothing really useful comes up since Blueberry launches into a semi-coherent rant about how awesome she is. The only facts you manage to wrangle out of her are the following barely useful facts.>Janna at least looks like a "normal" human>Janna is a natural Blonde, unlike Blueberry, who can somehow either afford hair dye or be deluded enough to try and look like a knockoff gyaru while in crippling debt>Janna has been the champion of a underground street fighting ring for at least a year, maybe more, Blueberry isn't sure>Janna's "emblem" is a green heart>They met because Blueberry was trying to steal the prize pot of a tournament for drug money and Janna found out and took it in good humor>Blueberry isn't aware of this, but she's clearly being used as a henchman and messenger, albiet a very pampered one by Janna.>Janna doesn't seem to be addicted to any drugs despite using them frequently, unlike Blueberry.Blueberry is exhausted from her non-stop babbling and slumps down on her couch in a huff after rambling on about snakes and babies and blue roses.>"...Do I need to tell you more, or can you pleeeeeez get the drugssssss nowwwwww???"You aren't sure if her annoying slurring of words is a effect of the drugs wearing off or her trying to annoy you.Wat do?>"Fine. But you have to help.">"Fine. Stay here, don't try anything funny, I'll go search.">"No. I can tell that you're leaving things out, and even if you weren't, that wasn't useful anyway.">"Don't you think you should use less drugs if you sometimes withdrawal to the point where you pee on couches?">(Threaten) "You know, you really shouldn't demand things from people who can boil your skin off with a thought.">"Wait, does Janna know you're here?">write in
I can't update on weekends BTW srry
>>5051790I say we've wasted enough time on Blueberry (and she isn't in charge, we are), if we happen to know where the drugs she wants are (now that we know what they look like) then that's one thing. It's a decent way to keep her complacent and makes keeping her around easier... however not enough to justify personally searching through the place at her command.That's what minions are for. I saw we scoff and go do Necromancer things--we have so many corpses to play with and those don't exactly stay fresh unless we happen to have a massive walk-in freezer; lets turn one of those freshbois or the thug into a minion --and maybe, just maybe send our minions to catalog the contents of the hideout/stand guard/find us a giant freezer. >>5051794Was starting to wonder about you, OP. But you did say something about midterms...
>>5051797>>5051790>I say we've wasted enough time on BlueberryAgreed, she can look through the drug den for more of her chosen vice as long as she doesn't touch any of our Necromancy things. Assign the Skellebois to ensure she doesn't try anything and go do Necromancy things, we need more manpower. Time to raise corpses.
>>5051790>>5051794>Interacting w/ Blueberry being a waste of precious corpse raising time. I agree, however, getting her to arrange a meeting w/ Janna down the line might not be bad.Still think we should prioritize making/discovering/using QOL smalls for our raised, they are not structurally sound: Increasing the bone density
>>5051824Here's an idea: What if we debone two of the unsalvageable corpses and attempt to fuse both skeletons together to create a more sturdy skeleton warrior?
>>5051797>>5051803>>5051829Well, you don't really have any necromancy things lying around besides your corpse pile and what you're literally wearing on your person, so you suppose that you have a bit of leeway with letting your prisoner run around your hideout for a bit. You call over two of your zombies to monitor her while she searches for drug caches hidden around the den.>corpse supplydecapitated short body4 fresh8 damaged1 thug body>minions3 zombs1 skeleton1 ghoul1 floating skull, blackflamesYou really can't decide what to start with first. Wat do?>Just raise some corpses >focus on raising the thug's corpse>debone corpses and attempt a fusion>write in
>>5051833>debone corpses and attempt a fusion
>>5051833>debone corpses and attempt a fusionIf we're successful we can also attempt to turn the lose flesh into some sort of Flesh Golem too.
>>5051833Let's Focus on Thugboi; our minions will naturally get stronger as we get better, which implies a bit of focus/precision on our parts until get get a hand on things.
>>5051833>debone corpses and attempt a fusionTake the time to think of the end product we want from the fusion. I'm thinking a few four-armed minions and a large hulking bodyguard/meatshield The thug body should be touched last.
>>5051845I was personally thinking only of making really swole and tanky skeletons, but fuck me if nimble General Grevious style four-armed skeletons aren't a fantastic idea. Bravo, Anon.
>>5051845>>5051854It sounds cool as fuck, but we have a pretty big corpse pile and our last bits of Necromancy have all been experiments which have devoured our mana pool. I'd be up for more experimentation if we had a way to preserve them better. Especially Skele shenanigans.
>>5051836>>5051837>>5051845Well, no time like the present to start experimenting, after all, if you ignore the hundreds of failed businesses and those absorbed by the big guys and crushed under their heel, the little guys who take a risk always come out on top in the end! Well, I guess you're technically the "heel" except your steel chairs are made of bone.You get to work deboning the bodies. It's incredibly messy work, seeing as [Mageknife] just manifests to a high quality all-purpose survival knife, not a huge cleaver or some skinning knife. Well, it's not like you need to keep any fragile bits. However, you still screwed up and essentially dusted one of the skulls.You now have a pile of bones composed of 2 bodies minus one head lying on the ground in a ritual circle in front of you. You aren't too sure how you're supposed to proceed, you were hoping that you could just kinda mush together two skeletons, but you have no idea if having only one head will hinder your creations performance.However, as you ponder, you see your black skull floating around and spitting black fire on your ghoul, with it seeing to stick and sink into it's bladed fingers. Hmmm...>corpse supplydecapitated short body4 fresh6 damaged1 thug body1 skeleton1 skelton minus head>minions3 zombs1 skeleton1 ghoul1 floating skull, blackflamesyou hear Blueberry yelling and the sounds of something breaking, but you can't sense your zombies doing anything about it.Wat do?>leave the experiment to later, check on your prisoner>just raise the corpse as is>debone another corpse to harvest a skull (roll1d100)>slap on the black skull on the pile and cast the spell (roll1d100)>raise some normal undead instead>attempt to raise the thug's corpse>write in
>>5051859Shoulda deboned short body headless body and one of the damagedbois so we only had one. Hm. Lets debone short headless body, crush/grind up the weaker skeleton (except for the arms, also crushing the one from headless body), call flamer over and have him assist us as we try to magic this skeleton chimera thing together? That way we can reinforce as optimal (skull, spine, arms/legs) and maybe give our single skull some cool ass horns or something. Thigh bone is strongest bone in the human body so we should be able to figure out which skeleton is the stongest by poking at them.
>>5051859>just raise the corpse (4 arms, two legs, and 1 head).>Also, command minions to block Blueberry from entering the room.>>5051855Maybe we make fused skeletons for now. Deboning the rest of the damaged corpses then feeding the ghoul the flesh.
>>5051859>>5051864>crush/grind up the weaker skeletonThat's what I was thinking too, using one of the skeletons as ingredients somehow to enhance the bone strength of the other. Maybe it is as you say and we need to powder out the bone for it to be useful as a strengthening agent?Man, Necromancy is some bullshit. Didn't we get a spell guide or something when we were reincarnated here?
>>5051864>>5051872From what I can understand, you want to grind up the shortbody, grind up the bones of the "weaker" skeleton, except for the arms so that you can reinforce the body to make something like general grievous/lord garmadon, and you want your blackskull to help. Alright, let's do this! You debone the short skeleton with much more ease and swiftness, given that you don't need to worry too much about breaking anything this time. It's a crude solution, but you end up grabbing the metal pole the thug had and using it to grind the bones into powder. Whoever this guy was didn't drink his choccy milk. That, or he was taking some really horrible drugs. Probably both. Speaking of which, you haven't needed to eat for around the week you've been here, but you... sorta feel hungry? It's like when you know you're full, but know deep down you'll need to snack on something in a hour, it's been like this for at least before you captured Blueberry.Both skeletons seem to be around the same strength, so you decide to just pick the taller one to keep.As you prepare to grind up the second skeleton, your blackskull comes into the room, and begins to help without you needing to prompt it. It's a bit disturbing though, it just kinda... crunches down and slams into the bones you don't need intact. After a few hours of work, you've managed to grind most of the bones. You finish slamming your hard rod into the tailbone, and are ready to start the ritual after you start spreading the dust until you hear a sickening crunch.The stupid fucking skull just killed your other skull. You briefly try to pull a homer before realizing that he doesn't even have a neckbone. However, the skull has nicely settled where the original skull was. You think it wants to serve you by becoming part of your 4 arms....God, did your first intelligent undead minion develop a crush on you? You really, really hope that's not the case, or at least you'll eventually get them a body with actual bits.In the distance, you can hear a sound of something snapping in half, along with a scream of victory from Blueberry.Wat do?>raise the blackskull with the arms>debone another corpse and raise it with a normal skull>go check on blueberry>write in
>>5051903>>raise the blackskull with the armsMaybe sicc another minion on Blueberry so she'll chill the fuck out.
>>5051903>raise the blackskull with the armsI'm trusting you on this, skullbro. You better not let me down.Should probably peek in on Blueberry and ask if she found the drugs.
>>5051903>raise the blackskull with the armsMy original inspiration for the 4 arms was Lord Garmadon. Lego Ninjago was effectively the same thing every season though.
>>5051903>raise the blackskull with the armsWe can always change his necro-gundam later
>>5051905>>5051906>>5051931>>5052150Alright, you stretch your hands and begin to infuse your magic into the corpse, and the magic begins to flow through you until.Oh god you're completely numb. You can't feel anything at all and your eyes glaze over, barely able to see anything at all. You can feel yourself sweating profusely and in your daze you notice that you've apparently faceplanted onto the ground, and can feel all your energy being rapidly sapped as you hear the sounds of bones clicking somewhere in front of you.It reminds you of the corpse explosion experiment. That was like being forced to carry a very heavy box across a distance that you greatly underestimated in one go. This is like being dragged along by a trio of bodybuilders in a tug of war.You desperately try to somehow cancel the spell, but at this point you can barely manage to even keep your eyes open. After 10 minutes of this, you make a horrific realization. You can feel your heartbeat slowing down. You attempt to thrash against this, but you don't even feel the slightest twitch coming from your body. After a eternity, you suddenly feel the drainage stop and four bony hands suddenly force you upright.What stands before you is... a VERY tall 4 armed skeleton with a skull with a flaming black aura around it. Several bones have black streaks running through them, and unlike the other skeletons you've raised before, it's movements aren't as stiff and robotic as before, instead being concerningly twitchy.Without it even opening it's "mouth" the following words emerge from it in a gurgling scratchy voice.>"MASTER. DRAINED. REST. NOW. YES?"Wat do>"Uhhhhh.... yes?">"I'm... fine. Could you please put me down?">"HEY BLUEBERRY GET THE HELL IN HERE AND MEET MY NEWEST CREATION SO YOU DONT PISS YOURSELF WHEN YOU MEET HIM LATER">Write in
>>5052425>"Yes, thank you. Please keep watch while I rest."
>>5052425Extreme fucking success. We need to work on our mana reserves later so we don't end up passing out everytime we do cool shit like this.>"Yes, thank you. Please keep watch while I rest."
>>5052457>>5052425Yush. If we're going to keep doing shit like this we need to get a freezer or something to keep shit fresh. And maybe train some of these niggers so we only have to step in for the actual magic part. It's inefficient to have minions just hanging out doing jackshit.
>>5052548Unfortunately zombies don't make for good precision instruments, but making them powder bones for enhancement material would probably work. Maybe the Ghoul could be of use in deboning future corpses, he does have knives for fingers so he could probably do it easily.
>>5052457>>5052537You stammer out a short thanks before dragging yourself into the room with the couch. You'd think falling asleep with a 8ft tall monstrosity stares at you would be harder, but frankly you're dead tired. You drift off into sleep.You have a nightmare where you accidentally raise a sans and papyrus ripoff with their personalities from shitty fanfictions.You wake up to the sound of Blueberry crying. You sense this will be a running theme if you don't do something about it. Blackskull is currently pinning her to the wall with two of his arms, while the upper two seem prepared to gouge out her eyes. As you groggily get up, Blackskull's head whips around completely independent of the rest of the body.>"APOLOGY. FOR. DAMAGING. ELF. NECESSARY."he points at a green sack that appears to be filled with heavy objects and a stack of papers.>"PAPER. THIEF. IMPROVISED. WEAPON."Blueberry begins crying harder and incoherently begs you to not let Blackskull kill her.>"N-n-no! It-it's! the drugs! It's just the drugs! I-I Found how t-to make more-sp-sp-space! That's useful right!?!? Right!?! PLEASE D-DUNT KILL MEEEEeeeEE!!! Ill stop being annoying I'll like be your slave and shit! I can make drugs! I can be useful!"Jesus, looks like Blackskull isn't as intelligent as you first thought. You command Blackskull to drop Blueberry and she simply scrambles away as far away from the golem as possible before curling into a ball and crying.Wat do?>Check on the papers>Look inside the green sack>scold Blackskull>give Blackskull a nickname (I will not accept Tyrone, or variations of it, get a better joke)>check on Blueberry/Wonder how much therapy for elves cost>Write in
>>5052765Check bag, if she's legit then she's our slave and her name is officially Blueberry now. As far as our Black Skull, how about the name Redguard? Then tell them to STFU and get back to sleep.
>>5052765>bonk elf on head>"I told you not to try anything funny, didn't I? Next time I will not be so merciful. Consider this your final warning.">give Blackskull a nickname (Vilhelm)>Check on the papersInteresting, if these papers contain the instructions for how to produce Space we can actually start selling these drugs to make a tidy proft, after we've learned how to raise minions that can speak properly. Taking over the local drug dens seems like a good start on this adventure, when we have the capital from the drug trade we can consider what we do after that.
>>5052765>Bring bag to a table and look inside the green sack.>give Blackskull a nickname (Poncho or Petunia)
>>5052778>>5052789>>5052770Opinion seems divided on naming of Blackskull and treatment of Blueberry. Blackskull is male if that helps at all, so I'm just gonna let you check the bags and papers.Blackskull just looms over your shoulder as you look in the green sack. It's chock full of those little sacks of "space" and full of vials of black spit, some sort of black berries with a twisted stem, and lots of blue and red plastic-looking crystals. There's also a bunch of rocks in there as well that are stained dark purple.You move onto the papers and... uhhhhhh this is a lot more complicated than you think. Shit. You don't know that much about drugs, hell, you also remember the time you and your best friend both ended up confessing to buying "shaped" meth and finding out it was just a very drunk adult helper for the local scout troops hard candy drive. It wasn't even blue candy, it was this weird piss-yellow color too. You can barely understand the notes at all, all you know for certain is that the blue and red crystals are specifically mentioned to be just a efficient way to speed up the process and increase the quality of the drug, so you don't need them 100% of the time. It also mentions "blueknive lickings" a whole lot, and everything you need is in the bag, that's about as much info you're able to tell from a quick glance. You hear Blueberry start to cry harder while she desperately tries to muffle her mouth using her hands. Blackskull rotates to look at her while not moving his body at all, and Blueberry bites down on her lip to try and stop making so much noise.Wat do?>"Congratulations. You've proven useful, I will accept your offer of being your master. Your new name is Blueberry.">"Elf, you said you knew how to make drugs? Help me with this.">"Blackskull, stop intimidating her, she couldn't do shit if she tried.">Attempt to make the drugs>go raise some corpses.>Write in
>>5052835>>"Congratulations. You've proven useful, I will accept your offer of being your master. Your new name is Blueberry.">>go raise some corpses.inb4 flesh golem experiment (unless we fed three bodies worth of meat to our ghoul).
>>5052840>>5052835I can get behind this. If we do Flesh Golem experiments we can make a small one first to see if it turns out any good, but it would probably scale in power with the amount of flesh used.I don't think we'll pass out from making a big one though unless we imbue it with sentience, most likely the reason we were drained of mana before was because we involved Blackskull in the ritual which would've expontentially increased mana drain due to his sentience.
>>5052840+1 Flesh golem sounds good to have and probably terrifying.
>>5052840Let's make a football-sized flesh golem first to see how tiring it is
>>5052840You turn to Blueberry.>"Congratulations. You've proven useful, I will accept your offer of being your master. Your new name is Blueberry."Blueberry's eyes flash in a mixture of fear and realization.>"W-wait, b-but, I-I i..."Without paying her further mind, you stride on to work on raising a larger army. Blueberry shuffles around nervously before taking a nervous glance at Blackskull and following close behind you. You hear the sounds of Blackskull organizing the materials from the sack.Deciding to continue your winning streak of experimentations, you settle on working on a flesh golem. You initially attempt to try and mold the flesh scraps into a sort of humanoid form, but you fail miserably, even with Blueberry's help, though she's trembling so much it's more of a hinderance than anything. There's no internal support from the lack of bones, you can't find anything to stitch the flesh together, and most of the meat is already ruined from you roughly deboning with a knife. Shit.Blueberry nervously twirls her fingers before timidly making a suggestion.>"Uh, like, maybe you shouldn't make more undead after making... him?"She nervously jerks her head toward the couches room where you can hear Blackskull shuffling around and the floorboards creak in protest against his prodigious size >"Like, maybe a break...? Or at least, um, do something, not- dark magicy or something?"She chews on a strand of her hair before continuing. Gross.>"We could work on uh, making more space, or like, if, Y-your'e into it, we c-c-could get high together?">"I- I'm not stupid enough to try anything with your minions around... N-n-not that I-i would k-kill you in the first place! or-or-or even consider it! P-please?"Blueberry understandably seems to think every undead you raise will either result in her ears bleeding out or her being choked out in a "I'm going to kill you way" as opposed to the "harder daddy" way.Wat do?>What if you slapped on the meat onto a skeleton and tried that?>raise normal corpses>raise thug corpse>command minions to go get more corpses (specify which ones)>go and try to make drugs>fuck it, time to get high>write in>corpse supply3 fresh5 damaged1 thug body1 skeleton>minions3 zombs1 skeleton1 ghoul>specialsBlueberry, Junkie blue elf with big tits and ass and a serious drug problem.Blackskull, overly intense undead general grievous ripoff and no actual name(I hope I didn't sound too negative for the flesh golem thing, it just wouldn't work.)
>>5053353>>go and try to make drugsNecromancer drug lord go !I'm hoping that if we succeed, we can eventually come up with our own stuff/ recreate Earth-based drugs and fiddle with them. Plenty of potential within all strata of society.
>>5053353>"An excellent suggestion, Blueberry. It's no longer a fools errand after you found the instructions.">go and try to make drugsAs for the Flesh Golem, I was picturing it to be less humanoid and more like the Bloated Corpse from Divinity. A writhing mass of flesh, rather than a hulking humanoid. We should try this next, after we see if Blueberry can make drugs with those trembling hands. Maybe she's cold, and that why she keeps shaking like that. We should ask her.
>>5053353>Start deboning the rest of the damaged corpses for ghoul feed, and tell Blueberry to begin cataloging the equipment we have on hand to make sure we have what is necessary to start up the drug den again.>give Blackskull a nickname (Poncho)
>>5053363>>5053384You thank Blueberry for the suggestion >"An excellent suggestion, Blueberry. It's no longer a fools errand after you found the instructions.">"Uh.. Th-thanks boss! I'm j-just gl-glad that I'm, not dead. Thank you for, uh, not killing me, by the way."You make your way to a dirty room that stores the chemistry set thing that's used to make drugs, Blackskull is already there, and has separated the black liquid, strange berries, and a bunch of crystals.>"BAG. SORTED. ROOM. NOT."Shit, it looks like they're even more ingredients. after skimming the notes AGAIN, you know you now need this weird green powder, some blue powder, and some weird brown syrup labeled as "finish epxen NO OAPP"You also see a giant vat of something that looks like water, but smells distinctly like corpses. Blueberry shuffles away from Poncho and clings onto your arm.There are a bunch of tools on the table, but the most prominent are a large bucket, a metal pan nailed to the table, some matches, a large mixing spoon and a hammer, along with some gloves.You THINK you might know what you need to do in order to brew a batch of space, but you aren't sure. You could spend the time studying the notes with the help of Blueberry, but it's probably at least... afternoon by now? If you spent the time studying it'd probably be "night" by the time you finished, which you can tell because the street torches are snuffed out or stolen around that time.Wat do?>fuck it, wing it roll1d100>study notes with blueberry a bit, then attempt roll 1d100+10>study notes thoroughly with blueberry 1d100+30>fuck it, do something else>write in
>>5053480>study notes thoroughly with blueberry 1d100+30You do not half ass drug production, not unless you want low quality product.
Rolled 29 + 30 (1d100 + 30)>>5053490Welp, no one else wants chime in. Guess I'll roll then.
>>5053480Our dude seems like he'd wing it. Hence the no research before starting weird ass experiments.
Rolled 11 (1d100)>>5053502ffs dice disappeared.
>>5053496final update for today, will not update on weekends.RESULT: 59You decide to take your time and study the notes with Blueberry. Frankly, the notes are completely unsuited to actually making drugs and its far too complex for a common thug to had written it, it's far too precise and keeps mentioning other papers and citing sources as well as other boring nerd crap. (not to be confused with exciting nerd crap, which are things like lightsabers.) Apparently Barry and his colleagues thought the same, with vast parts being scribbled out and marked as "useless" or "ethics bullshit". Frankly, even with your surprisingly decent community college education most of it is just Jargon and bullshit, with both you and Blueberry mostly looking at Barry's notes and trying to glean the useful bits between all the doodled dicks, and even then Blueberry understands more than you because what the actual hell-ass internet speak takeover leads to "let it swim like a grey" to mean "grind the shit out of it and toss it in the solution." It's rather tedious, and the fact that Blueberry is basically dryhumping your arm in order to get some sort of protection from Poncho (who keeps patrolling the den) isn't helping your speed.Towards the end, there's this big deal made about how the "liquid samples obtained from luna amans dryadalem are necessary to prevent usual side effects from occurring within, but lead to...", the rest is torn off, and there's big-ass red letters saying "DONT FUCKING COOK IF WE DONT HAVE IT MORONS" Some of the papers also appear to be a sort of diary for one of the gang members, so you put it to the side temporarily.You start to cook. Despite all the jargon and scribbled notes, it's a surprisingly simple process. You grab a bucket of the corpse water, mix in some blue powder, pulp a shitload of berries berries, heat it up, stir, add the black liquid, add more pulped berries, and wait until it becomes a syrup like consistency. You then need to add green powder until it becomes some sort of sticky mass, then roll it into roughly ball shapes. You then empty the original mix, add a shitload of the black liquid mixed with some more berry juice, let it soak, and then you're supposed to rapidly heat and cool the solution until all the liquid has been absorbed by the balls. You do this by smacking the crystals and fucking leaping away from the table, since the red ones causes a huge burst of heat directly above them, and the blue ones do the same but with cold. You're pretty sure you used way more than you need to. Finally, you grab the balls, then you coat it in "finisher" then soak it again in the black liquid and berry mix.1/2
>>5053561It's a lot like baking cakes... except you're pretty sure cake fumes don't make nose's bleed from being so dry, nor does it produce like 7 diffrent types of weird chemical waste that Blueberry keeps asking you to keep so she can chug them.However, in the end... you clearly fucked up somewhere. None of your "space" looks quite right, all being too smooth or oblong. According to Blueberry, who snatched one and fucking swallowed the entire thing whole without a hint of gagging or hesitation >"It's kinda more worse than usual if I go for like, the cheap space, I'd just buy some, like, coke instead."Well, that's discouraging.Blueberry looks exhausted and frankly on the verge of tears after your third almost there batch.>"H-hey, boss? Can we just do some d-drugs now? I-I'm so tired from standing and thinking this long! My-mystuffs clean I swear! I have weaker stuff too! I-I helped enough for t-today, like, that's enough right? I helped y-you translate all that crap, and and and I helped you cook so many batches too!"You notice the lights outside going out, must be "nighttime".Wat do?>fuck it, drug time>refuse, do something else while Blueberry goes on a bender(write in)>Refuse, get Blueberry to help you do something else (Write in)>Write in
Rolled 27 + 30 (1d100 + 30)>>5053480>study notes thoroughly with blueberry 1d100+30
>>5053566>>refuse, do something else while Blueberry goes on a bender(write in)By something else lets do spooky Necromancer things and raise another corpse; basic bitch style since our Flesh Golem was a nonstarter. "Corpse Liquid" made me wonder if corpse fluid elemental was a possibility, but there's my brain for you.
>>5053566>refuse, do something else while Blueberry goes on a bender(write in)>check our reagents and approximate how many batches we can can potentially make>Spend the rest of the night talking to poncho, figuring out what he knows and building his intelligence.
>>5053575It's not actually corpse liquid, I'm just saying corpse liquid since it smells like corpses.
>>5053578I dunno OP, Corpses make a lot of liquid during decomposition. Chances are we could totally make that a thing.
>>5053581No, I'm not disagreeing with you on that point, but the liquid, that you are using for the drugs, are not liquid corpses. last post for 2night.
>>5053566>refuse, do something else while Blueberry goes on a bender(write in)Fuck it let's do more spooky necromancer stuff
>>5053384We should try making an 'octopus' out of the meat
>>5053566>refuse, do something else while Blueberry goes on a bender>raise the fresh corpses as zombies before they rot too muchNo extra experimentation this time, just get more fodder that could pass for a junkie so we can make more corpse runs later.
>>5053734A flesh octopus abomination? Sounds neat.
>>5053575>>5053576Triple whammy, thanks for being patient with me you guys. You politely decline Blueberry's offer, and let her start crunching down on some of her personal stash of space as you leave the room to check on your supplies.>"F-fuck yeah, thanks boss!"First things first, you need to check on how many batches of Space you can make, there was a TON of ingredients in the bag, and after some estimating and pulling out the 5th grade math skillz, you'd probably have enough to do what you did today at least 10 more times, so... roughly 30 more batches, probably more since you did fuck up a few times in the beginning, so enough for a while, and the only thing in risk of running out is the black liquid and the berries. You still have no idea what or where any of the ingredients are though.Second, you decide to raise some corpses before checking on Poncho, at least until you get tired. Surprisingly, it barely tires you at all compared to when you first started, you manage to raise all your fresh corpses and a bunch of the damaged ones as well before you start to get winded. You're also surprisingly quicker compared to before.Finally, you decide to go deal with Poncho. He seems surprisingly intelligent and attempts to even make casual talk a few times, but after a while you realize it's nowhere near genius levels, just "nerdy friend" levels. His personality also seems... near non-existent, besides being rather protective and somewhat paranoid, really distrusting Blueberry... right up until you asked him to stop, then he basically spoke nothing bad about her until you gave him the okay again. He's basically a robot. This isn't to say that he's not useful, far from it. You manage to find out that the primary way to get stronger in the arts of necromancy is to do it a whole bunch, or attempt something on the cutting limit of your abilities... like raising intelligent undead while it still takes you almost half a hour to create a basic zombie.>"RISK. LARGE. ADVANCEMENT. LARGE. FOOLISH. TO. OVERDO."He also says something you weren't expecting.>"INSULT. UNINTENDED. COMPLETION. PONCHO. WHEN?"You press him for more information, but you're totally unable to come up with anything, Poncho just FEELS like something's missing from him, though he does state he might know if you give him enough time. He also appears to only know things related to necromancy and general concepts about things, he knows what drugs are, but had to guess "space" was the thing you were cooking.You clock in for the night, and reach the couch room, and find Blueberry already completely knocked the fuck out, with a weird glittery white powder on her upper lip. 1/2
>>5056148As you go to sleep, you wonder if the rules about getting high off your own supply apply to fantasy crimelords as well.As you get up, you're greeted by the clattering of shit moving around. You poke your head into the next room and you see Blueberry looking through shitloads of drawers. She jumps as she sees you.>"O-oh, h-hey! Hi Boss! I was-like, um, l-looking f-for some food, I haven't eaten in like... however long I've been here.">"S-say, is it, um, alright if I, like, take some of the s-pace and, uh, um, sell it to get some cash for foooood?">"I, uh, won't splurge on anything f-fancy, I swear." >corpses1 damaged1 thug body1 skeleton>minions6 zombs junkie tier4 zombies1 skeleton1 ghoul>Drugs.2.5 batches of "Bad" Space>specialsBlueberry, Junkie blue elf with big tits and ass and a serious drug problem.Poncho, overly intense undead general grievous ripoff, apparently incomplete.Wat do?>"Very well, just don't stay too long, or I'll have to send Poncho after you.">"Hmmm... I'd like to come with you, make sure you don't do anything stupid.">"No. I'll do it, you stay here.">write in
>>5056150>"Oh. Right, I forget you're actually alive sometimes. Yeah sure, take 3 [Zombie Junkie Tier] with you for protection and sell som drugs and get food. Don't stay out too late though, this is a bad neighbourhood, and I'd have to send Poncho out to fetch you if you don't come back.">send out the other three zombie junkies for more corpses>ponder what cool necromancer things we could do with the thug bodyFrom the description, he seemed like a typical generic thug enforcer. Probably fairly swole, could do well as a simple sturdy tank zombie if nothing else.
>>5056168This but if any form of trouble or overdose, make sure to bring corpses back here
>>5056150>>5056168I was thinking we try to turn thug body into a revenant. It's too bad the zombinos aren't smart enough to sell drugs for us. Also thinking we need some kind of crystal for Poncho. Otherwise this works.
>>5056178>Also thinking we need some kind of crystal for PonchoAn Obsidian Black gemstone placed in an intricately crafted socket grafted to his skull, very aesthetically pleasing.
>>5056168>"Oh. Right, I forget you're actually alive sometimes. Yeah sure, take 3 [Zombie Junkie Tier] with you for protection and sell some drugs and get food. Don't stay out too late though, this is a bad neighbourhood, and I'd have to send Poncho out to fetch you if you don't come back."Blueberry visibly pales at the thought of Poncho being in the immediate vicinity of her.>"O-okay b-b-boss! I'll get some food, like, nothing uh, e-expensive, and uh, I'll bring th-the money back i-i-if there's any left!!"She rushes to the door while her stomach gurgles, but has to awkwardly stand at the door and wait for your zombies to shuffle up and catch up to her.>"Th-thanks boss! I'll, uh, get some uh, stuff to bring back!"While Blueberry goes off to sell some drugs, you decide to work on your corpse raising skills with the thug. You remember something about a revenant being a powerful variant of undead from DND, but those were made from people who really, really hated the person they died to, and couldn't really be made easily, so even if you could raise one, at best it'd just attack your minions, and at worst you'd be attacked by a smaller version of Poncho.You settle for simply pumping the spell with a bit more power than usual. You feel the energy sort of settle into the corpse rather the wrapping of a normal undead, though it's not like you're forcing it, more like there was a hole that could have been filled. As you finish, the body shakes for a few seconds... before the entire thing begins to bubble and melt, leaving you with a skeleton. Before you can command it to do anything, it robotically clicks it's way over to the drug room, and picks up the club it wielded in life. Huh, it looks like skeletons are able to use weapons. You even command it to spar with the ghoul for a bit, and while it isn't showing off any anime skills, it certainly isn't showing a complete lack of skill with the weapon.You spend a bit of time with Poncho and trying to figure out what makes him "incomplete." Poncho isn't really all that helpful, he just mutters out random words before falling silent after a while. Eventually, he simply states>"INCOMPLETE. OTHER. DEAD. COMPLETE.">"REQUEST. NOT. ZOMBIE."and gets up to continue patrolling the tiny three room house. Looks like you have to fuse Poncho with another undead, and you eventually manage to work out you simply need to put poncho and another undead in two matching ritual circles. However, you have absolutely no clue how taxing this could be. It could cripple or even kill you if you attempted something truly outside your scope. He also seems receptive of a gem put in his forehead.As you finish up, you hear Blueberry open the front door and come back with a small sack of food, as well as a small mortar and pestle and some coins.>"uh-uh, I, like, bought the grindy thing because l-like, I don't think it's safe to smash berries with a metal c-club, th-that's fine right?"1/2
>>5056470As she shuffle through the bags, you see that she's mostly bought stuff like bread and a few slightly discolored fruits, as well as a surprisingly pristine chunk of cheese with a few bites taken out of it.>"I, uh, a-ate s-s-some of the like, good stuff because I'm not sure i-if you need to eat or not, that's fine right?"She dumps a pouch of coins on the table. You count them out, and find around 10 coins in the pouch. You expected more. Blueberry sweats as she says that the mortar and pestle cost around 40 since it was "high quality and brand new" (obviously a lie, the bowl's chipped and the pestle's clearly been used) and the food also cost 30 coins to get. Each batch of space got sold for 30, but half-batches don't go for as much and are distrusted for some reason. As she quiets down, two of the junkie zombies shuffle back in.>corpses1 damaged1 skeleton>minions6 zombs junkie tier4 zombies1 skeleton1 skeleton (club)1 ghoul>Drugs.None>specialsBlueberry, Junkie blue elf with big tits and ass and a serious drug problem.Poncho, overly intense undead general grievous ripoff, apparently incomplete.Wat do?>"...Did you spend my money on drugs?">"Next time, I'm coming with you so you don't fall for pitiful scams.">Go raise some dead>Attempt a fusion with Poncho, write in which undead you want.>write in
>>5056481>"...Did you spend my money on drugs? You do realize this is a drug den, right? If you wanted more space we could've just cooked more.">stare down Blueberry
>>5056481>Give Blueberry the Look>intend to figure out how to raise more semi-intelligent minions so THEY can sell the drugs>smoosh up the other skeleton for Poncho
>>5056558Support.We should also try raising more of these more intelligent skeletons.
>>5056554>>5056558>"...Did you spend my money on drugs? You do realize this is a drug den, right? If you wanted more space we could've just cooked more."Blueberry looks shocked and begins to tear up after only a few seconds of being started down.>"N-no! I-I thought we might need more l-like, materials, s-so I bought some neutralizer a-and l-I also got some really cheap deadwater!">"B-but it was really heavy and-d I ga-gave it to the z-zombie to h-hold and he disappeared and I don't know w-ere he weeEEent!">"D-don't kill me please!"You settle for lightly flicking her forehead.After some further interrogation, you eventually find out that Blueberry still fell for a scam and purchased a shitty mortar and pestle for around 20 coins, meaning she got some "deadwater" and "neutralizer" for around 20 coins. From her description, silver coins are more or less equivalent to dollars. Christ, how the fuck did she survive this long?There's also the small issue of the missing zombie. Blueberry swears that she didn't ditch him, and that while slavers sell and deal like crazy in Drakenhor, hardly anyone wants slaves from here other than people who are into chopping people up for sex, so it probably wasn't a trafficker. This is because Drakenhor slaves die of withdrawal symptoms literally impossible to cure because gangs with new designer drugs pop in and die all the time leaving dead customers everywhere, though she feels the need to mention>"S-space is REALLY, like, g-g-good compared to -e-e-everything else though, like, it feels like, um, you know, the- the- the- I don't know, but like, it's real good and doesn't have a really bad crash.">"N-now if y-you wanted a r-really shit drug, you sh-ould of like, dropped in when t-those crocodile folks were like, trying to come in, t-turns out psychedelic p-poison extracts rots skins -b-b-but not scales, some -g-guys died on their first dose. Sh-shit high too, just makes you see things, hard crash and sticky."She lets out a small giggle.>"I-it was kinda funny though, they were uh, more of a missionary type s-so they left a buncha good chow like as uh payment and repentance..."That's... not good. Either someone just found out undead are wandering the streets, or there's this random serial killer running around killing people.Wat do?>interrogate her on disappearance of undead>"Blueberry... Did anyone follow you?">"Whatever, next time don't lose one of my kids">Send out minions to grab corpses>Write in
>>5056832>"Did anyone follow you?">Send out other minions except club!Skele and one of the zombinos to find the missing zombie>Poncho in charge>direct them to bring back more materials if it's convenient or anyone attacks them but the priority is missing the missing zombie
>>5056836>>5056832Aye, sounds good. Force recon to see what our shitty zombino managed to get up too. Will also be a good test for Poncho's command and control ability as a future Lieutenant.We should also see about raising wraiths so we have more reliable scouts than just zombies that look like junkies, or maybe we can raise dead animals like dogs or birds to act as lookouts.Damn, we got so many things to raise and so little knowledge on how to go about it.
>>5056836>"Did anyone follow you?"Blueberry panics.>"I, uh, I'm n-not sure? I, like, don't pay attention t-to this stuff because i-it's usually j-just guys looking to b-bum some of my patch.">"I-I don't even like patch most of th-the time, my main thing is s-space and mummy powder.">"Uh, I think someone d-did tr-try to a-ask the zombies wh-why they were hanging out with me, bu-but they happened to, like, grunt so I thought it was fine?"Great, looks like someone is already suspicious of Blueberry.You decide to send your zombies on a mass hunt and material gathering session. You put Poncho in charge of the search. He decides to have one junkie zombie assigned to each 2 undead group, with him splitting off to find them on his own. He sends out the first team and prepares to step outside the house and is about to step outside when..A crossbow bolt slams the junkie zombie that just stepped outside and they fall to the ground twitching, he's not dead, but he's immobilized.>"I DROPPED ONE!... WAIT, IS THAT A FUCKING SKELETON IN THERE!?">"I FUCKING TOLD YOU THIS CRACKHEAD WASN'T A CRACKHEAD MAN!">"SCREW YOU, SHE STILL LEAD US HERE!"You hear the sound of what can only be described as "the minor villain douchebag voice" ring out.>"Silence! I will not have you superstitious MORONS ruin my fucking standing with the boss because you're all a bunch of bitches. All necromancers fucking died over 300 years ago."Before any of you can react properly, you hear the crashing of windows as you hear a bunch of feet thud into the couch room and some more in the drug making room. A tall well chiseled slightly green humanoid walks into the room, covered in hide armor and holding 2 hatchets in his hands and a shitload of bandages wrapped around his legs and head.>"So... Solana, you think you can fucking scam, us don't you!"Blueberry lets out of panic and dives into your arms while begging for you to help her.>"Aw... does the blue crackwhore not have her psycho bitch lesbian to help? You need to run to a 2 bit gang with another shit new drug?">"Think you can get away with stealing from the craziest motherfuckers in Drakenhor?!">"Just because you got the support of... some small time... gang...?"He suddenly realizes that the room he's in is full of undead.He desperately tries to regain his composure.>"W-Well, that's too bad, because today, you're fucking getting axed by-"oh boy, time for some random title drops.>minions5 zombs junkie tier4 zombies1 skeleton1 skeleton (club)1 ghoulWat do?>Main protagonist syndrome rant (Bakugo time)>Just fucking kill him>incomprehensible rage rant>just blast him while he's talking>wait for him to finish>just fucking give Blueberry over>pretend to give Blueberry over>write in
Rolled 48 (1d100)>>5056867>just fucking kill him, who has the time to rant these days>at least we don't need to go looking for fresh materialsPoncho gets to show us his mettle, no survivors. Give chase if they run.
Rolled 26 (1d100)>>5056867>blast him while he's talking/just fucking kill himThis ain't ending without a fight and he smashed our shit.
Rolled 19 (1d20)>>5056876Here's a d20 if you prefer that.
>>5056867>just blast him while he's talking
Rolled 21 (1d100)>>5056867>>Just fucking kill him
>>5056867>Command Poncho to grab the dude monologuing. Using two arms to grab the head and two arms to immobilize under the armpits.>Keep everyone else inside.
>>5057105SupportGetting potential info before killing him would be good
>>5056867>just blast him while he's talkingFuck yo monologues
>just blast himYeah, fuck this, you raise your hand, and before he can finish saying his name, you launch a surprisingly large blast of eldritch energy towards his face. Unfortunately, he reacts quickly and chucks his axe at the energy bolt, barely deflecting it. He throws another one that barely misses you before taking out two from his back and charging at you while screaming bloody murder at you.Before you can do anything, Poncho simply steps in front of you and attempts to backhand him, but he lets out another scream and swings at Ponchos' arms, stopping the strike from toppling him over.>"BOYS, GET IN HERE AND FUCKING KILL THESE LOSERS!!!"You hear the sounds of boots approaching outside, and the two doors inside the house are kicked open and you are flanked by 4 goons, one is armed with a spear, two with brass knuckles, and one some sort of weird bola. However, your club skeleton jerks to attention and fucking swings snapping the spear in two while making the goon scream in pain as he shakes his wrists. The rest of your undead growl and hiss, but are torn between going outside, helping poncho, or swarming the goons that bust through your door.Blueberry is having a major panic attack and has basically locked you into place, and 13 years of being a NEET does not help your physical strength, so you can't pry her off.>minions5 zombs junkie tier4 zombies1 skeleton1 skeleton (club)1 ghoulAlso, this green guy isn't a anon, he's clearly some sort of paler orc.Wat do?>Just focus on blasting everyone, your minions that aren't smart enough to do something deserve to die>command your minions while you blast things>focus on directing your minions>try to shake off Blueberry (Full action)>Write in
>>5057590>>command your minions while you blast thingsKeep four minions in the room with us, defending us from the melee... let's say club skele, ghoul, and two zombinos while the others help Poncho head off the minions. Focus blasts on big toothy green man because chances are the attack will fall apart once he dies. If we get the chance smack Blueberry upside the head and yell at her to chill the fuck out.
>>5057592>>5057590+1, always clean up the trash mobs before going after the miniboss.
>>5057592You throw sizzling bolt of poison at the main doorway, catching a thug right in the chest as he charges in with a mace. It melts quite a bit of his leather armor and he falls over as he yelps in pain.You bark your orders at your minions to start moving, but you aren't able to focus as you lob a small phantasmal skull at the orc, it catches him in the leg, but all he does is give a roar of fury as he quickly grabs another hatchet from his back and chucks it at Poncho's head, his rage apparently empowering him to be able to push back one of Poncho's limbs with his own. It thankfully isn't aimed right, so it smashes into his ribs, breaking a few and lodging in his ribcage. Poncho's flame burns brighter.>"DAMAGED. UNACCEPTABLE. PERISH."Poncho draws his hands back before a flurry of blows rain upon the orc, striking him a few times.Your minions apparently don't obey orders too well. Your ghoul slinks next to you and leaps in the way of a crossbow shot that smashed through one of the windows as it sinks into his chest. However, the rest of your minions, save a sole zombie, simply swarm the gaggle of minions, ripping them to pieces, but not before the pair with brass knuckles manage to cave in a zombie's skull and send a skeleton reeling back with a broken forearm. The one with the bola chucks it at Poncho before dying to the skeleton's forearm being rammed through his eyes. It clocks Poncho square in the back of the skull, and it causes him to lean down juuuust enough for the orc to slap him with the flat of one of his hatchets.>"You're pretty good, for a fucking waste of space that's going to die soon.">"BOYS! POP THE PO-!"He is cut off by the swing of a skeleton wielding a metal club, smacking harshly into into his left arm, and Poncho grabbing it and throwing him out like a doggie toy, with a sick pop emanating from his shoulder. He groans, grabs a potion with a yellowish hue out of his pants, chugging it and his mouth foaming, with him grabbing his final hatchet with his good arm while the other hangs limpy at his side. You hear the sound of glass shattering, and 2 goons rush in behind the orc, both armed with rusty swords and foaming at the mouth, dashing past Poncho to get to you. From your drug and couch room, you see two bows peeking out the doorways, their arrow tips glistening wet with something. Finally, six more goons armed with split into two groups of three, one to surround poncho, and one to deal with your gaggle of undead.You attempt to pry off Blueberry, and she simply shakes her head and squeezes you tighter, her eyes looking dead inside. She does have the sense to at least cling to your back so it's easier to cast your spells, which enables you to conjure a magical barrier that covers both you and Blueberry from the angles of the arrows.1/2
>>5057688Your ghoul hisses as they prepare to meet the sword users in combat.You feel Blueberry stop clinging to you, only to curl up into a ball. Wat do?>trust ghoul to take care of swordies, focus fire on that orc>attempt to bolster your minions with dark magic>unleash all your power indiscriminately to blast out from you>empower poncho with everything you've got>just blast the thugs while Poncho takes care of the boss>write in
>>5057688oops, the sixgroup of thugs are all using clubs
>>5057692A battle like this isn't a great time to be experimenting... but I wonder if we can yank at the enemy's lifeforce to bolster our minions? That way we aren't burning through our own resources too terribly. Otherwise let Poncho tank the miniboss and take on whichever swordyboi our Ghoul doesn't lunge for. If possible sic a minion or two on those archers since they're going to be a problem if our shield comes down/attention slips.
>>5057692>>attempt to bolster your minions with dark magicif we can get our minions to kill the dudes they're currently fighting faster they can move on to the archers.
>>5057692>attempt to bolster your minions with dark magicTry to keep some mana reserves for ourselves, like around 30-40% would let us maintain the shield and cast offensive spells and maybe let us raise corpses after the battle. Pump the remaining 60% in to our minions.It is also clear now that simple schmuck undead are sort of useless in combat, so we need to at the barest minimum raise minions that are of Ghoul quality or above. Quality over Quantity going forward.
>attempt to bolster your minions with dark magic
>>5057692>just blast the thugs while Poncho takes care of the bossPrioritize the archers. The minions don't listen, so no point in issuing commands to any besides Poncho.
>>5057712You aren't really practiced in this, but it can't be too hard, right after all, you raised poncho, and know what it's like to force magic into things thanks to your corpse explosion experiments. You clench your fists and concentrate, and several globs of black smoke tear themselves from your back, with many worming their way into your minions, expending around half your power in the process, though some wisps simply hang lazily in the air.The effect is immediate as it touches your lesser minions. Your ghoul latches his claws onto the arms of one of the attacking swordsmen, his claws tearing into his arm and stopping his attack. The other one screams incoherently and wildly thrusts at the ghoul, and the undead twists as much as he can, turning the other criminal into the attack. The thrust pulverizes and pierces through the trapped thugs head and lands a cut widthwise through the ghoul's arms, but the ghoul simply licks his wounds and turns to face the other swordsman.Your gaggle of minions already had a numbers advantage, and the goons are used to people scared of getting hit, so are unprepared for the swarm of minions crashing over them. However, the drugs, weapons, and years of fighting experience aren't for naught, and while none of your "men" fall, neither do theirs, though they are clearly surrounded and against impossible odds, with many suffering serious wounds and your minions only suffering from superficial damage. Realistically your zombies don't even need hands. However, Poncho haphazardly throws one of the many hatchets imbedded into him at the crowd of goons, and that momentary distraction is all your minions need before they swarm and tear apart the group and begin advancing on the archers, who are forced to pull out their knives.However, the two bowmen are able to get off their shots, though your barrier isn't the strongest, you feel it take two arrows before it shatters.Poncho is struggling to deal with the combined forces of the thugs as well as the orc, but with the help of the club skeleton, is clearly slowly gaining a advantage as he punches wildly.Another crossbow bolt whizzes through the window and passes through the ribcage of one of your skeletons.Blueberry lets out a strangled cry of panic.Wat do?>"Hey shithead! I've won! Call your goons off or die!">Continue bolstering>Blast the shit out of everyone>try to hastily raise some undead>write in
>>5057887I should really word things better, your ability to command minions is lessened while casting magic due to both being linked to your magic and just concentration in general. No, your minions will not eat you if you run out of mana
>>5058092>help Poncho by blasting the shit out of the orcIf the Mini Boss breaks now it's game over for any of the goons that are left, combat drugs or not. We also need to free up Poncho so he can hunt down the Crossbowman and bring them in for questioning if possible, or dead if not.
>>5058092>Hit the deck w/ Blueberry and take pot shots at the thugs.I want the orc in good condition. Alive or otherwise.
>>5058112You take aim at the orc and channel a huge chunk of your remaining energy. As you do, your ghoul is stabbed in the stomach by the swordsman, and he gives a wicked grin before your ghoul simply impales himself further on the sword in order to open his huge maw and devour his face. Your ghoul is however, completely spent and flops to the ground, paralyzed for the time being.To be perfectly honest, you haven't really been trying to cast specific spells, you've just been thinking "I need to shoot this guy!" and the like while channeling your energy as hard as you think you need to. However, as you do this act, you hear a featureless voice whisper through your mind.[UNHOLY BARRAGE]A massive barrage of spike of bones and bits of flesh dripping with the essence of dark magic shoots out of your arm, complete with horrible shoulder destroying recoil. The Orc barely has enough time to turn before his flesh is pierced with a dozen organic bullets, most of which seem to pass through his hide armors like it doesn't even exist, screaming in pain as he desperately tries to stop the blood leaking out of his many holes in his left breast as he gurgles on his blood. Several of the goons are caught up in the blast as well, and Poncho literally subjects the surviving ones to a curbstomp battle, leaving only two alive, the one you hit with acid at the start of the battle who is now begging on his knees, and the orc, who is still trying to pull yet another hatchet from his back as he dies.The remaining archers are quickly crushed by the miniature horde of undead, though they stop when they notice you have stopped fighting, leaving one alive while screaming as he is forced to stare at his dead friends face, and he reaches a crescendo before flailing wildly and falling limp. Death by heart attack, kinda lame.From outside the house you can hear a scream and the pattering of feet, and Poncho dashes after them.You feel really horrible, you expended most of your magic in that fight.Poncho sticks his head back in, carrying a... kobold? Are kobolds in this world furry or scaly? In whatever case, it's a small lizardperson with a comically oversized crossbow in his other opposite two hands.>"RETRIVED. SNIPER. KILL? QUESTION?">"fucking hell, is this how I die? Fucking done in by working in with a asshat. Hey buddy, can I get a last smoke?"Wat do?>"Answer now, are you more important than him" *point to the passed out thug* "This determines how useful you are.">"Poncho, kill.">"Who are you, and why are you here?">Just kill him and collect the corpses>Write in
>>5058231lets try and recruit him, we can pay him in... drugs? Maybe money? A prominent position in our newborn drug empire?
>>5058231Line of questioning:>I don't care who you are. Why are you here?>Who leads your gang?>How long does it take to get to the hideout/base from here?
>>5058267Interrogation time! Your undead shuffle to gather the corpses as you stride up to the scaled being, trying to hide the fact all you want to do is fall asleep and let your energy recharge. Your ghoul wiggles on the ground a bit, but is still unable to move. God, this is awful, you hope mana potions are a thing, or maybe Blueberry knows about a drug that does something, or maybe you can make some.You light a fire in your hand in a attempt to look intimidating.>"I don't care who you are. Why are you here?"The kobold sighs.>"Wow, me saying "working with a asshat" doesn't tip you off? I'm a mercenary you dipshit, best shot in the whole damn business. I'm in Drakenhor because "customer confidentiality" is dead and I needed a place to lie low. Boss pays me coin, I do things."he mutters under his breath>"(usually they ain't this stupid and impatient though...)">"They wanted the elf girl for welching on her debts, stealing, and helping rivals, I didn't give a shit about why, there was a nice pouch of gold coins in it for me, but those asshats keep going on and fucking on about one single junkie is somehow ruining their entire operation.">"They deserve to die off if a single person can ruin their whole gang."Alright, nothing too surprising, except him thinking he's a good shooter despite missing basically all his shots except one against a very slow moving zombie, and firing a grand total of two shots.>"Alright, who leads the gang."He sideyes you, it's somehow even more insulting when someone with lizard eyes do that.>"...You fuckin serious? Giacana does, the fuckin' freak.">"He's, the head of one of the biggest drug rings in this shithole city, I think it's like around the top 4, though it's more of a "precarious balance" rather than a hierarchy thing. Pretty old too, at least 7 years by now.">"Not very bright, but very violent and very willing to sell out anyone not part of his little insane cult."You groan in disappointment. >"How long does it take to get to the hideout/base from here?"He gapes at you.>"...You kill a low level enforcer, get fucking swept by a medium level enforcer, and you fucking think you can waltz into his base, do a little fucking voodoo and take over his shitty gang? Not a fucking chance in Gehenna mate, I'm not tellin' you cause I got a policy against killn' retards who can't think right.">"...If it makes you feel better, they're enough of a pack of idiots, assholes, and... inefficent sadists that I was gonna dip after this week.">"fucking skimping on my pay as well."He sighs as he uses his tail to nonchalantly pluck a pre-cut cigar out of his belt and uses your fire to light it.>"Look, I'm glad that someone's listening to me for the first time in months, but dontcha' think you should be taking care of your lady over there? I don't think that's supposed to happen."Blueberry lets out a scream.1/2
>>5058277She's clawing at her skin as the black mist suddenly rams into her, and it's worms it's way in and out of her, choking her out. You can see it digging into her skin and her veins tearing apart as it wriggles through her. She cries and desperately latches onto your leg.>"PuhPlease!!! I-it hurts! D-do something! Please! I-I'm sorry! I'm sorry! HELP ME!!!"She shrieks while you see her eyes begin to bleed and she pulls herself up and wraps you in a hug. The sensation of boobs on you would be pleasant if it wasn't coming from someone that might die soon.Oh shit, you're not really up to using magic anymore, you have less than half of a tenth of your power left.>"Yeah... I'm thinking that's a lost cause, just say your final words or something."Poncho slaps the Kobold.Wat do?>Try to rip the black magic out of her>attempt to... concentrate the black magic in one of her major bodyparts. (Choose Heart, head, arms, back)>Try to cancel the spell somehow>Everything magic related is too risky while you're this low on energy, just hug her back and hope she survives>Write in
>>5058282Blueberry becoming an official minion? Neat. Focus the magic on her heart. Also, starting to have a feeling we're going to have to take over this city to be left alone to do spooky Necromancer things in peace.
forgot to mention, roll a 1d20
>>5058293wait oops ignore this post
We can do whatever with Bluberry/Solana but a bunch of people just died and we're a necromancer. Can we try to recharge a bit from that somehow? Maybe lifedrain the soldier after interrogation? We need a way to get more power/mana during a fight.
>>5058302I mean, I was speculating earlier on that life-force or something should be a source of power for us. I say we experiment on this smarmy ass kobold once we got some juice back.
>>5058282>attempt to... concentrate the black magic in her head>Try and calm her down
>>5058282>Try to rip the black magic out of herWe did say we weren't gonna kill her if she didn't do stupid things, and this situation isn't entirely her fault. It's shit that followed her from before she was our drugged up "slave" elf. I also feel if we let the Magic turn her undead, we're gonna have a problem with Janna down the line, I'd rather try and avoid making even more fucking enemies at this point.>>5058287>starting to have a feeling we're going to have to take over this city to be left alone to do spooky Necromancer things in peace.It do be looking like that right now.
>>5058282>Try to rip the black magic out of her
>>5058282oh no not blueberry! If we can infuse the magic safely then we should if not try to take it out, she's like an adorable little drug addicted puppy
>>5058282>attempt to... concentrate the black magic in one of her major bodyparts. (Heart)
>>5058282>attempt to drain the leftover energy from the fresh corpses and/or the kobold(I'll let the other anons decide)Then, though if she is looking worse for wear then help her first >attempt to... concentrate the black magic in one of her major bodyparts. (Choose Heart, head, arms, back) heart
>>5058282>attempt to... concentrate the black magic in one of her major bodyparts. (Choose Heart, head, arms, back)Liver/kidneys easier to recover from also responsible for filtering toxins from the body so no more junkie without turning the blueberry into a fucking emotionless husk.
>>5058282>>Try to rip the black magic out of her
>>5058282>attempt to... concentrate the black magic in one of her major bodyparts. (Choose Heart, head, arms, back)Head? Maybe make her more loyal and less annoying, maybe some Mind control?
Rolled 13 (1d20)>>5058293
Currently at 3v3 for concentration into her heart or ripping it out. Will make decision by 2:00 PST.
>>5058282>attempt to... concentrate the black magic in one of her major bodyparts.Heart
>>5058912>>5058917tied again. really.
>>5058965The fuck is this mess. An actual tie. I'm happy I have people reading my quest, but wat.Alright, going with heart out of the virtue of the fact that it was the first one suggested.You breathe in and out and concentrate, it's not like you're expending magic, you're just moving around magic that exists. You take holds of the strand of dark magic and push as hard as you possibly can, grabbing any scrap that passes near your accumulation ball of dark power. You consider ripping it out, but ultimately just elect to concentrate it inside a place in Blueberry's body. You consider everywhere, but eventually decide to concentrate it in her heart, cause the heart is usually pretty important in magical rituals, yeah? You gently transfer it into her beating heart, release the black magic and... it immediately binds to her blood and starts being pumped throughout her bloodstream and body again, though this time it doesn't seem to be ramming itself into any random organs and such. Mission failed successfully.As you finish, you feel a incredible wave of straight up pain wash through you, and you struggle not to puke up all over Blueberry.You hear Poncho say something, but your ears are ringing, seems like you've expended magic far beyond your limits. You shake your head and try to pry off Blueberry and head to "bed".As you do so, Blueberry stops screaming, but continues sobbing not-blood and still refuses to let go, though she isn't threatening to snap your ribs anymore.>"I-it still hurts a lot! Y-you're not, like, allowed to leave!"You're too delirious and tired to realize what you're doing, or give a shit about anything, or be capable of doing anything about things you gave a shit about if you had shits to give at the moment so you simply throw yourself onto the couch while Blueberry is still nuzzling into you and latching onto your back like a very mopey leech.As you wake up, you realize someone (probably Poncho) has pushed the couches to ghter to form a pseudo-bed so neither you nor your slave fell off during the night. Her arms are surprisingly tight around you, and you flush slightly as she starts biting on your ears. You give her a once over and can still feel the dark magic coursing through her, though she doesn't seem in pain or suddenly an undead. After some effort you pry yourself out of "bed" and suddenly see Poncho waving you over urgently. You walk over to him and he rumbles out a sigh.>"BAD. NEWS. IN. BAD. NEWS. OUT.">'BAD. NEWS. OUT. AGAIN.">"FIRST. WHICH?"Wat do?>"Uh, whatever order you like?">"Uh, In?">"Uh, Out?">"Uh, the second out?"No write ins.
>>5059013>Poncho, calm down. In and then out, take your time.
>>5059013I'm new to quests here and this is the first one that actually got me hooked I guess.also>In then Out
>>5059013>"Uh, Out?"Probably means there are people outside like law enforcers or gang enforcers. Best to know about it first, and since the house isn't on fire or there's a bunch of people inside as Pancho would be attacking them... Ask what is out.And where are all the other minions? I hope they didn't go outside....
>>5059017>>5059025>"In, then the outs."Poncho levels his finger at Blueberry, who's still sleeping peacefully.>"MAGIC. INFUSED. BLOOD. FOREVER.">"UNPREDICTABLE.">"RECOMMEND. TRAINING.">"FIRST. OUT.">"LIZARD. INFORM.">"GANG. WRATH. LOCATION. INSECURE.">"APPROACH. LESS. IN. WEEK.">"SECOND. OUT.">"JANNA. LIKELY. KNOWS. MAGIC. BLOOD."He passes you a note, and you see that some of his bones are in slightly better condition than last night."Meet me down by the clock at midnight. We're talking about what you did to Solana. Eat shit and die.">"UNKNOWN. ARRIVAL. OBSERVATION. NULL. FOUND. DOORSTEP."Poncho lightly grips you on your shoulders.>"RECOMMEND. COMPLIANCE. BUT. PREPARE.">"...">"PLEASE."Your minions are standing by near the doorways of the building, with many bent over in ambush poses. To your surprise, your ghoul is one of them and still not stuck on the ground.Wat do?>Go wake up blueberry>check on corpse supply, go wake up corpses>practice magic>"Say, where is the "Lizard" anyway?">Write in
>>5059103>"Say, where is the "Lizard" anyway?"While checking on the corpse supply, we can walk and look at the same time.
>>5059103>"Say, where is the "Lizard" anyway?"Is quantity (more corpses) or quality (fusions and ground bone dust) the best course of action to prepare? Or do we screw all that, peddle more drugs, and get weapons for the minions?
>>5059103>"Say, where is the "Lizard" anyway?"We got a job for him, and his payment is freedom and future job contracts if he performs well.
>>5059112Quality, Definately go for quality.We don't need the best, but we need them to be as smart and competent as a average thug, with all the boons of being undead.
>>5059103>check on corpse supply, go wake up corpsesThe nice thing about them sending more guys at us is more reinforcements assuming we have the time to actually raise them. It may not be a bad idea to move though in order to buy more time.
>>5059112Poncho 2.0 is going to be too draining for us right now (especially since he's still "incomplete"). We can probably improve the quality of the basic minions by tweaking how we approach the magic/increasing focus/power. I say we do our first batch of "oh shit, shit's about to get real" minions as ghoulbros; maybe with a bit of experimentation on each one to see if we can influence quality by getting better at this magic shit.
>>5059103>turns out the very obvious outcome of the underground punchmeat champion not liking us putting undead magic inside her friend/fucktoy happenedWell done Anons, if only someone predicted this would happen and suggest we not do this. Now we not only have the other drug gangs to worry about, but someone who's actually dangerous enough that they can completely pass unnoticed by our minions and leave messages on our doorstep. She could probably snap our neck in our sleep and Poncho wouldn't notice by the looks of things.>check on corpse supply, go wake up corpsesPrioritize Quality minions via combination raising like we did with Poncho's body, but without the same level of sentience. Aim for Ghoul level of quality as a minimum.
>>5059203>>check on corpse supply, go wake up corpses>Prioritize Quality minions via combination raising like we did with Poncho's body, but without the same level of sentience. Aim for Ghoul level of quality as a minimum.Supporting this
We avoid meeting her at her direct location, she probably has a trap set up, in fact we should scout out the meeting area ahead of time. Maybe tell her if she harms or kills us, her friend dies too because we are linked now.
I'd also like to point out we've like saved her life at least 2 or 3 times now at least, probably more if you count stuff like being a human shield among other things, and killed like 20 people in the process of doing so. She's also eating our stash and stealing other peoples stash non-stop.
>>5059413>>5059410We can probably let Blueberry talk us out of trouble as a Plan A for dealing with Janna; if the magic hyjinks didn't fuck her up anymore than she already was. Lay in wait to ambush her ambush is a solid Plan B though.
>>5059107>>5059112Thanks for waiting for the weekend, also, jeez, another tie. Ties will be decided based on age of votes unless it's something thats really contentious.>"Say, where is the "Lizard" anyway?"Poncho points to the little guy being bearhugged by one of your zombies.>"IMPROVISE. RESULTS. ADEQUATE."The lizard makes a rude gesture at Poncho while he's not looking and turns to you.>"Oi mate, could you just hurry up and decide if you want me dead, out of your sight, or working for you already? Any of those would be preferable for your shitty shamblers perving on me the whole night.">"Remember... Best shot around!">"Also, I'm not a junkie that's going to cut into your drug profits."Wat do?>"How much would you cost to employ?">"Explain to me how the best shot around managed to only fire off two shots and miss one of them">kill him>go deal with your undead and raise some minions.>write in
>>5061613>kill him>"Nothing personal, it's just bad for the image if you don't mete out punishment to those who attack you in this business. Not to mention you'll serve me faithful and for free as a corpse, something I hardly assume you'd do in life."
>>5061613>How much would you cost to employ?">"Explain to me how the best shot around managed to only fire off two shots and miss one of them"We can always kill him if we dont like his answers.
forget about what I said about ties, bad decision, everything will be relegated to extended votes and rolling.I swear on my life it has nothing to do with the killing off of the kobold guy, I actually made this gut up on the spot.
>>5061629>>5061642Evens lives, Odds Dies, rolling 1d1000 for the hell of it.376>"How much would you cost to employ?"The small kobold snorts in frustration.>"I'm not a greedy idiot bastard, I'll work loyally for free, cause it'd be pretty stupid to charge someone who could kill me right now, the mummy-bastards have already probbably smeared my name to shit, and I can't leave this shit-city for a few, yea? Lizardman's honor.">"...that'd probably come across a fucking lot more meaningful-like if I was still in de swamp and thought breaking a promise meant anotha 7 years scrubbing scales.">"That said... I'll be expectin' to be able to scraper off in... around three-ish months, or until you deal with the Bandinos, whatever comes furst, cuz that's what yew want me for, innit? You want me after that, you'll need to offer some sort of incentive."Doesn't sound too bad, but there's always a chance he's lying his tail off and will scamble as soon as he's free. Plus you aren't sure if he's good at his job yet.>"Explain to me how the best shot around managed to only fire off two shots and miss one of them"A look of utter fury passes through his features.>"WELL MAYBE IF SOMEONE GAVE ME THE FOCKING TIME TO SET UP VLAD AND DIDN'T RUSH IN LIKE A FUCKING GREEN PIG IN HEAT ID HAVE SHOT YOU IN THE HEAD CAUSE I CUD FUCKIN STABLIZE MY SHIT FIRST!">"YEW DON'T HIPFIRE A FOCKIN' FAEWOOD CROSSBOW WITH EBONBOLT SHOTS TWICE YER SIZE DO YOU?!"he takes a breath and calms down.>"Of curse, I'm not plannin' to shoot you in the head no more now, but please, let me set up me shit before chargin' in.">"Gimmie time to set up, and I swear I can stake a green piggy to the wall faster than you can say "fuckin' greenies""Alright, that makes sense, you were honestly thinking he was bluffing, but you do notice that his arrows have black metal on them instead of the usual silver. However, you aren't able to tell if this guy's venting about his last boss, or if he actually hates Orcs as a race. ...You're leaning towards the second possibility.Wat do?>"Alright, you're in. Call me Boss.">"Nothing personal, it's just bad for the image if you don't mete out punishment to those who attack you in this business. Not to mention you'll serve me faithful and for free as a corpse for well over "three-ish months."" (Kill him)>Make a decision later.>Write in
>>5061731"Alright, you're in. Call me Boss."I mean what's the worst that could happen?
>>5061613>"Explain to me how the best shot around managed to only fire off two shots and miss one of them">write inAlright I'll cut a deal with ya, you do a job for me and no funny business or I'll curse ya to a slow painful humiliating death. I'll spare your live if you do this simple easy job for me, and you do a good job, then that opens up employment opportunities, opportunities that pay cold hard cash and sometimes it'll be paid upfront. Sound like a good deal?
>>5061731>"Alright, you're in. Call me Boss.">Write inDo a spell or magic towards him, doesn't have to do anything but its to convince him that if he tries anything funny or try to shoot us during the job, then our magic will make him die a slow painful death and our undead minions will be able to track him down anywhere on the planet and rip him to shreds.Gotta have some insurance.
>>5061731>"Alright, you're in. Call me Boss."
>>5061828Dis. Bluff, baby, bluff; y'know, unless we can actually do some kind of soul-imprint voodoo shit to make him keep his word. Or we can try it and find out???
>>5061795>>5061828>>5061835>"Alright, you're in. Call me Boss."You decide to spark your hands a bit and create the image of a skeletal hand tapping his forehead.>"However, I do need insurance, this spell ensures that if you... betray me, my minions will hunt you down and tear you apart no matter how far you run."The small scaled scalie cracks a small grin despite your threats.>"Glad to be on board, Boss. Names Voxl, by the way. "The Zombie releases his grip, and the Kobold waddles over to his crossbow and starts fiddling with the drawstrings and settings while muttering under his breath about his last boss.>"(fuckin morons druggin' up doesn't carkin work with crossbows ruined forcin me to fuck up my shots)"You hear Blueberry yawn in the next room and her shuffling towards your small stash of food.You take stock of your minions and supplies, and begin planning out your day. It unfortunately looks like your minions have damaged some of the bodies beyond useability during the fight, or trampled them while moving them, so you don't have all of them in a state of usability. It also looks like your ghoul has been feeding on some of the fresher corpses, leading them to be rather damaged.>minions4 zombs junkie tier4 zombies1 skeleton (damaged)1 skeleton (club)1 ghoul (lightly damaged)>specials>specialsBlueberry, Junkie blue elf with big tits and ass and a serious drug problem, now with dark magic literally coursing through her veinsPoncho, overly intense undead general grievous ripoff, apparently incomplete.Voxl, reptile-person mercenary sniper>corpses3 damaged1 skeletonorc boss8 thug corpses>coins10 silver coins>food (You don't need to eat, but Blueberry and Voxl do)low qual fruitgood cheeseSupplies will last: 1 Days.Wat do?>raise some dead>attempt to complete Poncho with another undead (Write how and which undead, Poncho has requested it not be a zombie)>practice some magic>send a minion to scout out the meeting area with Janna>Make some Space>write in
>>5062193Well, let's spend our day turning those thug bodies into ghouls; if we get them all done before show-time see if we can raise wraiths from the damaged bodies. Before we really get started on that send a team of minions to scout/set up an ambush at the meet-up, send Voxl to get food, and give Blueberry a headsup that her lesbian sugardaddy is on her period and we'd appreciate her putting a good word in for us.
>>5062193>write in: send Voxl to get some more grub for him and Blueberry after he's done tinkering with his crossbow, give him the whole 10 silver and tell him to prioritze things that last long: salted jerky, bread, cheese etc.Managing living minions, bleugh.Prioritizing foodstuffs that last since we don't know how long we have to go without money. Yes we can make and sell Space, but every time someone leaves our hidy-hole they come back with unwanted company. Hopefully Voxl is better at dodging pursuers than Blueberry.>raise some deadTry and see if we can turn the Orc into another ghoul, raise the two chump minions that had bows as Skeleton Archers. Attempt to reinforce the Club Skeleton like we did with Poncho, minus the sentience of course. See if can give it a very sturdy body that can withstand blunt strikes well.Sorry Poncho, trying to make you whole is too risky with upcoming meeting. Don't want to drain us too hard in case it goes south.Also, we live in the slums yeah? There's bound to be dead rats and cats around. We should raise a few to use as scouts and forward warning systems, that way we can keep tabs on our own block much more smoothly and without raising the same suspicion as say, posting skeletons as guards outside or sending shuffling zombies as scouts.
>>5062209>Also, we live in the slums yeah? There's bound to be dead rats and cats around. We should raise a few to use as scoutsOoo. I like dis.
Aight, one thing at a time.You send 2 of your junkie zombies to scout out the place, it's not that far, but the clock is at the perfect distance where you feel lazy for not checking on it, but requires just enough effort that it really isn't worth the trouble. While you do so and command them to seek out points where ambushers could hide, both for your protection and personal use, Blueberry walks into the room while holding a weirdly misshapen apple looking fruit and hesitatingly waves at your newly employed mercenary, who gives her a quick glance before turning back to his work. Blueberry nervously glances around before trying to roll the fruit across the ground to the little guy. You toss the kobold your coins and tell him to go buy some long-lasting food once he's done.She smiles as she sees you and gives you a hug. You spend a bit of time making small talk with her, mostly about how the Bandino's work: Violence, Violence, and more Violence. You decide to being up Janna in the least tactful way possible.>"Oh right, Blueberry, your lesbian sugardaddy is on her period and we'd appreciate you putting a good word in for us."Blueberry furiously blushes and begins sputtering like crazy.>"Wh-what!? J-jana's h-here- I mean, she- we don't- I-I-I- I'm n-not her- W-we haven't even kis- not that I want to, but it's not li- -b-but I l-dolike y- AAAAAAH!"Blueberry eventually calms down and you manage to explain to her what's up with Janna.>"O-oh! Th-that's n-not th-that bad! I-I mean, Y-you've n-n-not really d-done anything worse than, like, the Bandino's, I- uh, actually think you've been nicer than them! And I-I like, don't blame you for the m-magic thing..."Blueberry agrees to tag along to the meeting.You also get Poncho to hunt for some dead animals.Alright, corpse raising time! You first begin work on the Orc, which you find is turned into a ghoul rather easily, with him shuffling into line with your other ghoul.You aren't able to tell the difference between the archers and the normal grunts that easily, but are eventually able to do so with some effort. Unfortunately, it looks like only one of them took well to your raising, and the other one simple becomes a zombie, it's rotting fingers too numb and clumsy to use a bow.Voxl and the zombies return. They can't speak, but you can glean from their minds that there are several barrels your undead can hide in, and once decent vantage point for Voxl. However, it is incredibly obvious sniper spot, anyone can see it and think "golly gee, that's sure somewhere people shoot other people from!". Poncho also returns, with a frankly absurd amount of rats and one cat. Voxl was able to haggle some cheap jerky, but it tastes foul, but poses no health risks.1/2
>>5062277>minions4 zombs junkie tier5 zombies1 skeleton (damaged)1 skeleton (club)1 skeleton (club)1 ghoul (lightly damaged)1 ghoul>specialsBlueberry, Junkie blue elf with big tits and ass and a serious drug problem, now with dark magic literally coursing through her veinsPoncho, overly intense undead general grievous ripoff, apparently incomplete.Voxl, reptile-person mercenary sniper>corpses3 damaged1 skeleton6 thug corpses>coinsnone>food (You don't need to eat, but Blueberry and Voxl do)low qual fruitgood cheeseweird jerkySupplies will last: 3 Days.It is noon, both Voxl and Blueberry take some time to eat lunch. Blueberry tries to start a conversation, but Voxl stonewalls her with quips and off-color jokes.Wat do?>raise some dead>attempt to complete Poncho with another undead (Write which undead, Poncho has requested it not be a zombie)>practice some magic>send out minions to set up a ambush>send voxl to the snipers point>Make some Space>Ask Blueberry about how to not piss off Janna>write in
>>5062193>attempt to complete Poncho with another undead (Write how and which undead, Poncho has requested it not be a zombie>raise some dead>write inAsk Poncho which bodies he prefers and we'll use those as a base.Lets see if we can make Poncho more agile and compact. A 8 ft tall skelly even disused will draw attention. Make him no more than 7 feet if we can.Tell the ghoul to not eat the bodies in good condition and only pick the most ruined ones that will be of little use to us unless we say otherwise or point them out.I wonder if we combine the weaker minions to make stronger ones.
>>5062278>attempt to complete Poncho with another undead (Write which undead, Poncho has requested it not be a zombie)>practice some magicCan we figure out how to stop all the meat and flesh around us from rotting?>Ask Blueberry about how to not piss off Janna
>>5062278Still say we wait on giving Poncho an upgrade. We can probably turn those thugs into ghouls. Should also send our minions and Voxl to set up the ambush.
>>5062280I was wondering if we could use raw corpses to fix the damaged guys, but it's not like we really need them totally intact. Also freezer, we should totally get one.
>>5062278>raise some deadRaise the rat swarm! One rat will be able to distract a man, an absurd amount of them could easily devour one whole. Imagine the absolute horror of a sentient cloud of rats descending on you and your comrades, it would probably break most of these drug dealers who must mostly be used to pushing around weaklings.>>5062280I disagree on trying to level up Poncho right now, we could need the energy if the meeting with Janna goes tits up, but we should absolutely buff our minions.Giving our melee skeletons better durability by infusing them with bone dust is a must, but I am unsure how we should go about buffing just the normal zombies and the Ghouls right now. Probably best to just raise some more skeletons and fuse more calcium in to them right now, since we know that works. Experimenting too hard could leave us too drained, just like buffing Poncho could.Oh yeah, and heal up the damaged skellyboi too.
>>5062288Well thats the thing, Poncho is probably the only one who stands a chance against Hanna so we might as well buff him up rather than weak minions that she'd demolish either way, it just might take a few more hits or require her to hit harder.
>>5062288We can use the one skeleton corpse to fix up and strengthen the other ones at the moment, then work on the thug corpses and maybe clean up the damaged ones unless we can make use of the flesh?
>>5062282>>5062283>>5062288Threeway tie, technically. I'll do any actions that don't require a lot of time.You decide to ask Poncho what he prefers be used to "complete" him.>"GHOUL. NOT. ZOMBIE. NOT. ZOMBIE."Well, that's quite simple.You ask Voxl to take some minions to set up a ambush after outlining the aera. After some strategizing, he grabs the skeleton archer as a followup shooter, 1 ghoul to hide in a barrel, and 3 more zombies, 2 for barrels and one as a bodyguard.>"I can't fucking swivel Vlad like a wimpy-ass lightbow, but boy does she have some powah."You're a bit concerned with how many he needs, and Blueberry is a bit concerned with the fact you might be planning on killing her best friend, but she does say she's strong enough to probbably deal with all of that, so you give Voxl the okay and set up a simple signal for him to start shooting, but you'll have to command the ghoul and zombie pair to attack. On the way out, he swipes the last of the cheese to eat while waiting for midnight. Blueberry whines, and she pulls out a random orange joint to smoke. You let her enjoy it a few minutes before asking Blueberry how to talk to Janna>"Like, um, I-I'll be with you, s-so it should be fine, she's a bit, like, overprotective at times, but uh, you're cool, so everything should work out fine?">"I-i'd say to make some Space for her, but f-for some reason she I-Ithink she really hates it, or at l-least m-me taking it.">"I, uh, haven't had a overdose in, uh, years, when you found me that was more of a "wow, really shouldn't ha-have taken Click" today.">"T-then again, you did help me with the Bandinos, so I uh, um, um, like, meeting you was good.">"J-just let me say hi b-before we do anything and I, uh, introduce you t-t-to her, like, please?"Poncho and you also set to work on healing up any damaged minions you have. It's quite simple, just you focusing for a few seconds before your magic flows into them, and in Poncho's case, his fire simply washes over them before their wounds are sealed.It's at least a half hour past noon at this point.>minions4 zombs junkie tier5 zombies1 skeleton 1 skeleton (archer)1 skeleton (club)2 ghoul>specialsBlueberry, Junkie blue elf with big tits and ass and a serious drug problem, now with dark magic literally coursing through her veinsPoncho, overly intense undead general grievous ripoff, apparently incomplete.Voxl, reptile-person mercenary sniper>corpses3 damaged1 skeleton6 thug corpses>coinsnone>food (You don't need to eat, but Blueberry and Voxl do)low qual fruitgood cheeseweird jerkySupplies will last: 3 Days.Wat do?>raise some dead>attempt to complete Poncho with another undead (Write which undead, Poncho has requested it not be a zombie)>practice some magic>write in
>>5062411>raise some dead (try and raise another Ghoul)>attempt to complete Poncho with another undead (Ghoul)Poncho wants a Ghoul, guess we'll try and raise another one from the strongest thug. I still think it's not ideal to go into the meeting drained off energy, but it's only noon and the meeting is Midnight so we could powernap before we head out if we end up eating ass when buffing Poncho.I also still want my Rat Swarm.
>>5062429I'll support except for the rat swarm. Fucking hate rats, and they'll eat all our food.
>>5062429+1 also fuck yeah let's get a undead rat swarm.
>>5062429Lets definitely undead rat swarm. For reasons. (Also why isn't OP counting the animal corpses in our corpse supply?) We've definitely got time to raise a few more ghouls, so that should be our focus until around dinner time. We can decide whether to get a nap in or upgrade Poncho afterall then.
>>5062429rat swarm hell yea
>>5062429Sorry for the shit updates, I'm in college and on meds, so I'm a total mess. Might have to cut off updates until december finishes or vastly slow down updates during that time.You spend your time raising some dead while Blueberry twiddles her thumbs and watches you while she smokes up a small pile of orange joints.>"Heeeeey bosss, like, want some?"She's back to her overconfident stoner persona, though you suppose it's vastly preferable to her being a stuttering mess all the time. If only there was a middle ground.You grab another thug corpse and attempt to craft yourself another ghoul, but for some reason, the process fails spectacularly, leading to you raising up another club skeleton and two more vanilla skeletons before raising another ghoul, you're pretty sure this is the thug you splashed acid on on account of the scars on his his chest. You also work on your rat swarm, and the results... are not pretty. Plenty of their little heads explode and your energy courses through them, though by the end, you have a massive pool of rat blood and around a dozen rats with milky eyes and strangely green fangs.You're quite winded, so you sit down for a break, and before you notice, Blueberry is once more latched onto you.>"Did you, like, get warmer and softer today or something? It feels nice. Also I can't smell like, the corpses anymore, is that, like, a th-thing you get used to?"After a few minutes of your stoner slave cuddling with you, you get up and decide it is TIME FOR COMPLETION.You call over Poncho, and he displays the exact type of walk a 13 year old giddy for his birthday but concerned with being a "cool teen" would when arriving at his birthday party. You set up the ritual circles again, and while you weren't able to test out your theory of draining lifeforce, you set up a four ritual circles. One for poncho and the ghoul, one for you, and for a skeleton you're planning to use as fuel. Poncho gives you a 4x thumbs up before Blueberry curls up in a corner.Blueberry looks terrified and stuffs her fingers into her ears as you begin your incantation and...HOLY SHIT THIS FUCKING SUCKS ASS.You see the skeleton immediately crumble into ash as the forms of the goul and Poncho are smashed together by a invisible force, and you can sense it's energy drain from it's ashes before it is greedily devoured, and the vortex begins eating you from the insides. Your bathrobes flutter in the magical wind as you are lifted out and feel yourself vomit out power like a rusty claw is dragging out your stomach. However, the signature numbness from the last two times you did something like this is not present. Finally, as you feel the horrible creeping sensation begin to overtake you, you feel yourself collapse to the ground. Your body aches all over.1/2
>>5064049As you feel yourself hit the ground, you hear a horrible yet wonderful screech of victory emerge from Poncho, and you hear Blueberry blubbering as she rushes over to you. As she crushes your limp form in her bosom, you feel a warmth overtaking you. Could this be... love? Oh wait, nope, it's dark magic, definitely dark magic. That, and maybe a small boner. You can sense the magic leeching from Blueberry into you as she incoherently wails about "losing one of her only two friends" and a bunch of other sentimental shit. You expect you would be a lot more flattered if you weren't so fucking tired.You drift off to sleep in Blueberry's arms. As you awake, you see the glorious sight of Poncho reborn.It looks very similar to the pic related. His arms are less pure flesh and more bones wrapped in tendrils of flesh, and his "armor" is much more jagged and unrefined, and he doesn't have a crotcheye or mouth, but it's rather similar, and instead of his whole head being covered in fire, you can see a dark flame within the pits of his chest.>"THANK YOU MASTER.">"INTELLIGENCE, EXPANDED. USEFULNESS, INCREASED.">"PHYSICAL FORM, PRIMED, PERFECT?">"UNFORTUNATE. LACK MASTER'S APTITUDE FOR DARK ARTS.">"THANK YOU, LOYAL FOREVER."You give a shaky grin, and realize you're completely unable to properly move your body as you stagger to your feet. Blueberry has apparently let go of you a bit earlier from when you've woken up and appears embarrassed as you wave at her as well.>"TIME IS PAST SUPPER, 4 HOURS UNTIL MEETING. RECOMMEND REST, PREFERABLY WITH THE... ELF."As you stand up, you nervously note there are wisps of black magic still floating around. You hurriedly reabsorb them before a incident like yesterday repeats itself.>minions4 zombs junkie tier5 zombies2 skeleton1 skeleton (archer)2 skeleton (club)2 ghoul11 undead rats>specialsBlueberry, Junkie blue elf with big tits and ass and a serious drug problem, now with dark magic literally coursing through her veinsPoncho, overly intense undead general grievous ripoff, complete and glouriusVoxl, reptile-person mercenary sniper>corpses3 damaged1 skeleton3 thug corpsescatWat do?>go take a small nap>take a small nap, and get Blueberry to help you recharge>take a small nap, and just tell Blueberry to cuddle with you without explaining>shake it off and raise some more dead>shake it off, practice some magic>Write in
>>5064068Time for a nap. Tell Blueberry she's on lap-pillow duty.
>>5064080>>5064068Yes, don't explain anything. Too tired for that. Simple commands only.>Blueberry. Lap-pillow. Now. Wake me in three hours.Also send out Poncho with the rats to gather more of their kin, just a bakers dozen is not enough. The Swarm must grow!
>>5064093+1 THE SWARM MUST GROW.
>>5064049>I'm in college and on medsJesus dude, stay the fuck away from Oxy!
>>5064068>Write inCheck in with lizard sniper before sleepingDream up ideas of sick and cool ass bone armor and weapons for our undead minions.
>>5064068>take a small nap, and get Blueberry to help you recharge
>>5064080>>5064093>>5064267You limp towards Blueberry, who flinches slightly on your approach.>"Blueberry. Lap-pillow. Now. Poncho, wake me in three hours."Blueberry blushes furiously and stammers out a protest.>"B-bboss! I-I-I don't even know what, like a lap p-p-pillow is, I- "You completely give up trying to stand up properly, slur a explanation, and smile pleasantly as you blackout.As you wake, you find yourself staring into the slightly chubby midriff of Blueberry and your magic reserves... almost completely full, that's nice. Blueberry is sleeping herself, but wakes up groggily after your manage to pull yourself up from the couch.>"Ah! Uh, I-I d-did the, uhm, like, lap pillow properly, ri-right?"You nod, and her faces turns a few shades pinker.>"S-so we're going to meet Janna now, right?">"I, uh, don't w-worry, I, like, uh, w-won't try to escape or do anything d-dumb. I-i'm sure we c-can help each other somehow."Poncho peeks into the room.>"MASTER, THE HOUR HAS COME.">"RECOMMEND ADDITIONAL BACKUP.">"RECOMMEND SOME STAY AS GUARDS.">"HAVE ALREADY ARRANGED, BUT YOU MAY ALTER MY PLANS IF FOUND LACKING."He explains that he wishes for the "elite" (your words, not his) of the ghoul and two club skeletons, as well as you to accompany you, and the rest will pretend to be corpses or normal rats and ambush anyone who enters the house if they are affiliated with the Bandino's or start stealing shit.Wat do?>"Good job, let's go ahead with your plan." >"I'd prefer to set things up myself.">"No, bringing too many bodyguards would send the wrong impression, just you is enough and the ambushers." >"No, bringing too many bodyguards would send the wrong impression, just the ambushers is enough.">write inAvailable minions1 ghoul2 club skeletons6 zombies1 skeleton11 rats
>>5064287>"Good plan, but we're taking the rats with us"So this is my reasoning for bringing the rats: This is a pre-indoor plumbing city I would assume, which means it'll have an expansive sewer system underneath the roads. We bring the rats with us over ground until we approach the meeting place, then have them scurry down into the sewers.There's two reasons for this.A: We can sniff out if there are any ambushers hiding in the sewersB: The rats can appear from unexpected directions and probably catch any potential hostile, bar Janna, off-guardThe meeting will most likely be held in a public square which would have many openings down into the sewers, our sqeaky bois should have good access to potential ambush spots.It might seem like paranoia, and I halfway agree, but this city hasn't exactly treated us well thus far and I'd rather be safe then sorry during this meeting.
>>5064298+1 Plus we already got sniper dude in a position that was described as a super obvious place to put a sniper so there isn't much point in not bringing the bodyguards, we can certainly have them hang back a bit though.
We should take Poncho with us for sure. To show off, firstly, but Janna quite possibly is fast and we probly shouldn't trust our reflexes blindly. Of course, we'd rather be friends with Janna... And have ambush/backup ready cause Bandinos.
>>5064287>"No, bringing too many bodyguards would send the wrong impression, just you is enough and the ambushers.">>5064298How can we expect the rats to be smarter than our skelly bois and zombois? Everything undead seems to lose more than half their IQ.Secondly I don't think we can turn rats into our direct eyes and ears, they have to like report back to us somehow unless we got some telepathy.It seems at best our underlings can understand our intentions and feelings, particularly Poncho.
On the sidenote, we really need to give Poncho... A ponchoI'm sorry but I had to say itIt would make him scarier for those who don't know there's a pun and funnier for those who do
>>5064287>"No, bringing too many bodyguards would send the wrong impression, just you is enough and the ambushers."... "But maybe we'll bring the rats too, per: >>5064298>>5064514Yosh.
>>5064298Alright, consensus is to bring the rats and Poncho, but not anyone else.As you approach the square, you command your rats to spread out, and enter the nearby sewer grates to scout for enemies. You briefly pause while Poncho and Blueberry nervously glance at you.>"I STILL BELIEVE THAT WE SHOULD HAVE BROUGHT MORE MINONS IN MY HUMBLE OPINION.">"Uh-uh, th-threre's re-really no need for t-this, Janna doesn't like, have a g-gang or anything."As you approach the meeting spot, the clock strikes twelve. You look around for someone, and see nothing, until a cloaked figure jumps from the rooftop and lands in front of you. Before you can do anything, they reach out a pale finger and begin to yell in a very rough, but still distinctively female tone. >"It's nice to see that you have some sort of prevented dignity left, Barry! You couldn't resist, could you, always a greedy, slimy bastard. You could have walked away nice and sage, but you fucked ME and Solana over by breaking our deal, and that's the last shithe-">"Waitaminute, you aren't Barry..."Poncho makes a movement, and their attention is drawn to them immediately, and drop the figure drops into a fighting stance.>"FUCKSHIT, WHAT THE HELL IS THAT THING!?"The figure reaches inside their cloak, and pulls out a shocking amount of knives in her fist.>"Don't worry Solana! I'll save you from these things, and we can renegotiate with the rest of the families!"She launches a barrage of knives at Poncho, who staggers back from the impact as the knives sink into him.>"W-wait, Janna! I-it's f-fine! J-just let me explain!"Blueberry desperately jumps in front of both >"Anon- uh, well, he hasn't u-um actually told me his p-plans or anything, b-but he's n-nice!"Wat do?>Cast a protective sheild around yourself and let Janna speak>Signal the ambushers>"Poncho, attack!">write in
>>5065032>Cast a protective sheild around yourself and let Janna speakFreak out is understandable, I'd freak the fuck out too if I was just expecting some random drug lord but instead it's a creepy guy in a robe and some massive abomination.
>>5065032>Cast a protective sheild around yourself and let Janna speak
>>5065032>>Cast a protective sheild around yourself and let Janna speakAlso say "Calm the fuck down you crazy bitch."
>>5065032>Cast a protective sheild around yourself and let Janna speakDon't disrespect my man Poncho like that, he took a lot of effort to build and is a good boy.Also fuck she didn't know about us being a Necromancer, guess we have to beat her down and keep her tied up in the shack if we can't talk her down. Killing her wouldn't be good for our Blueberry Relationship meter.
>>5065037>>5065043>>5065044>>5065061You throw up a protective shield around yourself and let the two speak.Janna pauses halfway>"What the shit are you talking about? Did he fucking brainwash you!?!">"N-no! I-I'm serious, he, uh, helped me deal w-with Ebas, an-and he's basically already f-fighting the Bandinos, so uh, everything should work out fine!">"Total bullshit, you know Gulch and Kozmoz aren't going to fucking accept it, and the Pig is already pissed at me for not taking a dive Solana!.">"He's fucking using Kozmoz shit as well, and you're already in the shitlist for them for helping the Bandinos! Dammit, if he's threatening you into saying this, I'll kill him!">"B-but he di-didn't steal anything! He- he's a...">"He's a what? I don't care if he's the second son of the Wolf or another fucking two-bit gangster, I-">"He's a necromancer."Janna freezes, and you feel her eyes glare at both of you.>"...Alright, I'll hear you out."You awkwardly stand around as Janna listens to Blueberry explain her time with you, notably leaving out the part where dark magic kicked her ass and you put it into her bloodstream, as well as downplaying how shit you are at summoning advanced undead without passing out, and Voxl's hiding spot, though she nearly reveals it a few times.Janna dramatically rips off her coat and. Fuck you in the ass, what the hell, it's a female DIO. Janna looks like Pic related, but with a much flatter chest and her canines aren't nearly as pronounced. ...God, you really hope stands are a thing.>"Alright, Solana's the only good thing to come out of this shithole city, but she's shit at laying, so I can easily tell you're some random shmuck who doesn't know what the hell he's doing.">"However... You have a hint potential. I'm willing to form a PARTNERSHIP with you, if you manage to convince me of your strength somehow.">"I can detect lies when I put in some effort, so don't fucking dare lie to me or I'll kick your ass six ways till Sunday.">"Either fucking work your shitty tongue, show me how strong your little corpses are, or impress me some other way.">"B-but J-jann-">"QUIET SOLANA, I'M TRYING TO HELP US!">"I-I'm sorry..."Wat do?>"Gladly. Poncho, fight.">"Gladly. *Signal Voxl to shoot, but change the signal so he just fires a warning shot*">"Gladly." (Blast as much magic into the air as possible without risking collapse.)>"Gladly." (Attack her.)>"...I was literally sent here by the gods as entertainment, I'm basically a protagonist of a novel.">"I'm a necromancer in a city full of crimelords and junkies, give me a month and I'll have a sea of bodies under my command, it'd be foolish not to join me.">Write in.
>>5065065"Yeah, fuck this. I''m going back to bed." Turn around and start walking away. Mentally encourage Poncho to give Janna/Blueberry the Look like a disappointed parental figure.
>>5065065*aren't a thingPretty major typo lol
>>5065065>>5065067Yes, fuck this. Crime gang squabbles and chicks that look like anime punchmeat monsters? I just want to Necromance in peace goddamnit. Can't have shit in this city. Imagine how many extra minions we could have raised if we didn't need to prep for this meeting. We could've at least had an undead cat to stroke menacingly as we get invaded by more drug gangs tomorrow, now we won't even have that. Grumble grumble.
>>5065071And we still have to figure out how to make the flesh golem/octopus work. Maybe have Poncho pick up some corpses, or make some, on the way back so we can do some more experiments.
>>5065065>Write in.Why the fuck do I want to partner up with you? I've got enough shit on my plate as it is. That blue elf blueberry *points to elf* has gotten me in enough shit as is that I've already had to kill like 15 guys just because they were all trying to kill her or go through me because she was clinging to me and wouldn't let go.
>>5065093OopsI don't wanna deal with this crimelord stuff, but Janna's a punch hard person, and I doubt insulting her would go down well. Let's just taunt her while signalling poncho and voxl to attack
Dio, underground punchmeat champion that's also a chick
>>5065086+1, but only if it's a bluff, we can't lose our magic battery.
>>5065065"I must admit, truthfully, and hear me out here. I didn't want to get into this whole mess with gangs and this filthy city. I just want to do heretical unholy necromancy in peace. I'm here to give Blueberry back because one of my zombie minions managed to find her and... How??? Did they mistake her for a dead body or something? And to get her off my shoulders, she's given me enough trouble, and me her admittedly, and I didn't really ask for any of it. I'm not here to make a partnership, or to take down some syndicate. I literally arrived in this damn city the other day... And admittedly, even though I don't know what I'll do for now, I can see many possibilities in which the gangs become my problem anyways so what I'm saying is... I'll hand over your friend, it's only right, and we'll keep in touch. I'll probably end up having to help you with all this shit anyways. But for now, I just want to be left alone. Deal?"
>>5065112>>5065086I mean, insulting Blueberry like that is a surefire way to have her pick Janna over us. We chose to keep Blueberry alive and confined to our shack, any blame for the consequences of that choice falls squarely on us, not Blueberry. We could've thrown her put after the first bandit came looking for her to avoid any future repeats of that situation, but we didn't.
>>5065112>>5065117We can rephrase it a bit to come off as less insulting to or mean to her. I just want to get the point across we had to kill a bunch of people because of her and kept her safe and alive in doing so.>>5065117>We chose to keep Blueberry alive and confined to our shack, any blame for the consequences of that choice falls squarely on us, not Blueberry.That is disgustingly corrupt. That's like saying because we were not a complete shitbag and took in a battered rape victim at our doorstep, we are at fault for shooting the rapist that came looking to hurt her more.
>>5065065>>5065097+1, pure wordsmithing isn't going to work.
The general consensus seems to be Taunt Janna, don't insult blueberry, while pointing out the fact that you've already killed a shitload of thugs.You rub your forehead in exasperation, of course "Dio" is a egotistical asshat. You're not fucking up to dealing with this right now.>"Why the fuck do I want to partner up with you? Hell, why the fuck do I STILL have to "prove my worth"? I've got enough shit on my plate as it is with the Bandinos and I've already done fucking enough, Blueberry's practically gotten a small army on my doorstep and I've slaughtered them all and she's been perfectly fine!>"If anything, you should be negotiating to join ME! Blueberry knows how to make and take drugs, something I can't do, and you just throw knives around and maybe punch good!">"If I want more punchmeat champions, ohlookitsponcho, a cool as shit undead that's loyal and doesn't need food!"Poncho's flames spark brightly for a second, you assume it's the equivalent of a blush.Janna's expression grows furious, and the veins on her forehead bulge and she settles into a forced smile. She opens her mouth, pauses, and looks at Blueberry, who looks like she's sbout to piss herself. She then continues in a barely restrained tone of fury.>"Listen here you little shit, I had PULL with all of the four families besides the Bandinos cause everyone fucking hates them."She begins digging her nails into the back of her hands in anger.>"I made a fucking fantastic deal where we would lure the Vice-shithead of that pack of loons in exchange for a free ticket to the high life, and you shitted it all up by popping out of nowhere, and none of the families are exactly understanding people. You've painted a massive fucking target on your back, Solana, and mine."She glances at Blueberry before continuing. She rubs her forehead in a attempt to cool down.>"...Normally I'd kill your bitchass for insulting me, but Solana likes you for some godforsaken reason, and you didn't start juicing her tongue like I thought you did, so I'm willing to compromise.">"You come with me right fucking now to help explain the situation to one of the bosses, you shut the hell up while I negotiate, and you help us pull off whatever shitass attack on the Bandinos we're roped into. You probably won't even have to do shit besides making some mooks">"This helps us both, it lets you get a in with the families, removes us from the shitlist temporarily, helps out "Blueberry" and I can prove "punching good" is valuable so we can... renegotiate our partnership down the line. Sound good, Anon?"Blueberry looks at you with puppy dog eyes and does a begging motion.1/2
>>5065620She isn't lying about having pull with the families, you recall Blueberry rambling about being invited to "fancy mansion drug parties!"Wat do?>"Fine. but if you're lying, I'll get Poncho to eat your face.">"Renegotiate my ass, you work for me while we're doing this shit." (roll 1d20)>"Depends on who's the boss we'll be talking to.">Write in
>>5065620Man, it'd probably be a quest ender, but I want to set this shit on fire just to see how good we are.So write in:*Pull off our best menacing and slightly unhinged laugh.*>Let them come!>I don't care for this city. I don't care what some fancy asshat "family" thinks about being hot shit. >I DO care that this city has spat in my face ever since the gods put me in this shithole.>Here's what'll happen.>The families will send their underlings.>Their minions will die.>Their own dead will come out from every shadow and drag them into the tomb, where they will serve me as well.>All that defy me will either submit, or be destroyed.>If this city wants me gone, I will raise an undead tide and make the city's immolation a tale for the ages.>I offer you a chance to either get away from the blast, or get yourself a cut of the carrion heap. Your call.>You can fuck off. Cower. >Or claw yourself and her *nod* out of the pits.>But if you can' t protect Blueberry, then I don't mind getting my lap pillow back while you go and hide somewhere like the bottom-feeding rat that you are.>You won't get a better life kneeling in sewage letting people walk over you to keep their shoes clean. And you certainly won't be able to help her.>Stay a pawn, or flip the board. Make your choice.>I have made mine. There is nothing else to be said.*Wait.*I'm going to get us in a lot of shit, but it will be fun. Chosen by the gods, and whatnot.
>>5065621>"Fine, but you get me a fashionable cloak and something to make my Big, Tall and Scary here (motion to Poncho) less conspicuous in a crowd."We're not really given a lot of choice here, even though I'd like to blow Janna off here and go back to doing spooky Necromancy stuff we're not exactly a major player in the underworld. If Janna is telling the complete truth and she has connections to every major crime syndicate, chance are she can mobilize enough schmucks without much effort to overwhelm us with our relatively low quality army.I'm thinking we leech off whatever drug boss Janna currently works for and build ourselves a better army before we spit in the face of the whole city and have it collapse in on us.>>5065629I like your gusto, but also we pass out every time we try to improve Poncho and our Magic Barrier blocked a fantastic total of 2 arrows before dissipating. False bravado doesn't carry the day when your bluff is called. I'd prefer it if we actually had a better understanding of our own powers before we throw caution to the wind and declare war on the whole Underworld. Give it like a week in in-game time to let us work out how to make more quality minions like Poncho on the regular (maybe), get a more sizeable force and a better safe house to operate out off first.
>>5065621"For fucks sake, I just wanted to do spooky Necromancer things in peace." And, y'know, not be a glorified muscle-making slave to some mafia fuckers. Then again, it would improve efficiency, give us more time to experiment, and the resulting mooks WOULD all be loyal to us if this all goes to shit. Hell, there might even be a freezer involved. "Which boss?"
>>5065696Not to mention, possible access to legitimate spellbooks.
>>5065620>"Fine. but if you're lying, I'll get crative with the experiments"Should blueberry be taking so many drugs, it can not healthy in longrun
>>5065629I kinda want to support this just to be able to Necro in peace.>Write inAsk if you can just leave us alone for a week.We need about a week to do shit and work on our powers and minions. We have to make better minions since we seem to be getting a lot in numbers.
>>5066011Shitass fucking ass, I'm never phoneposting again after this>>5065977Didn't Poncho say the Bandinos would attack within a week?Either way, Janna's a dick, but she clearly cares too much about Blueberry to do anything to us right now. I say we ask who the boss is first, do the shit, and hope we can land in good graces, but not good enough graces the families don't try to make us join them, just enough to be some guy who takes care of the corpses and shit. Also we've done a pretty good job of Stockholming Blueberry, and we should continue to do that to stop Janna from kicking our face in. I suggest a romantic candlelight drug binge, followed by making out before blacking out wasted as shit.
>>5066019I'd also like to phrase this as more of a partnership than a "You work for me" or "No YOU work for me" back and forth.I'm curious if our lizard guy has any fast acting knock out poisoned arrows (that won't kill her) that can disable or incapacitate her.>she clearly cares too much about BlueberryBut not care enough to actually spend enough time together to help her kick her habit or protect her for like the last 3 or 4 days from random gang mooks trying to gank her..
>>5066074>But not care enough to actually spend enough time together to help her kick her habit or protect her for like the last 3 or 4 days from random gang mooks trying to gank her..Is punchmeat usually that emotionally intelligent when it comes to their loveinterests?
>>5066074I thought fem dio was also using drugs, Blueberry said she didn't seem addicted, but then again, Blueberry isn't a retard, but she doesn't seem too smart either. Also, it's pretty clear Barry was supposed to bring Blueberry to a ambush place/safehouse, but we killed him, leading to this mess.But yeah, Janna definitely strikes me a bit as the "Dad who goes on 12384904 business trips to provide for family and get paper when kids/wife just want hugs and kisses." but a anime girl
>>5066489Didn't we save Blue ears from ODing, and didn't Barry just straight up try to attack and a kill us, or was he already dead at the start of the thread?
>>5065629I'm supporting this, megalomaniacal necro path for the win!
>>5066830No, she said something about a drug named quick and it’s effects, I think we just assumed she overdosed. Tbh, this quest seems completely improvised, half of these names are pulled straight from name generators, and kobold is literally named voxl. Then again, my first OC was named Krax the unloving, and my names haven’t gotten better.Also I feel a need to mention how based that speech is, someone should save it so we have a badass base to work with if it doesn’t get chosen or used in this thread.
>>5067043The spooky theme css here if you were wondering why I still have it: https://pastebin.com/g5eHDWmn
>>5067428Actually, here's the cap with the instructions if that wasn't clear enough:
>>5067428>>5067429>The spooky theme cssYou disgust me.
4 to 2 for negotiating over the based speech. I'll definitely try to make it a option again if it comes up.Goddammit, out of all the random ass drug gangs you had to kill in totally legitimate self-defense (The crying could have been a act! You don't know!) it had to be the one that was trying to be a major player in this Mafia city shit.>"FUUUUuuuuk. FINE. I'LL HEAR YOU OUT. All I want to do is not live in a shitty one-floor drug den, and be a spooky necromancer in peace, without all of this mafia minion bullshit, though I guess if shit doesn't go sideways, it might work out well for me.."Janna smiles, but you put up a hand to stop her from pulling off a shitty laugh, it's probably one of those retarded "ohohohoho" laughs anyways.>"However, I'm not going to do this "Who works for who" bullshit, this is a equal partnership, and I'm not going without hearing about the "Boss" and his family first."Janna rolls her eyes and huffs, while Blueberry gives you a thumbs up.>"I thought necromancers were supposed to be bold, but I guess this is better than wasting the night pulping some shitty corpses.">"We're going to meet The Pig. He has a real name, but he despises it for some reason, and yes, he is absolutely as fat as that name implies, though he's surprisingly not too touchy about it. Same cannot be said for his real name, say it, and there's a great chance he'll actually stand up and do something about it himself, and for all that fat, he's got a great right hook.">"If every family went insane and stopped caring about actually surviving and started shanking the shit out of each other, I'd say Pig's gang would probably survive, mostly due to the fact they have decent quality thugs, good numbers of them, and aren't completely tactically braindead.">"Pig is also really fucking lazy, just wants to sit on his ass, take drugs, and fuck his ever expanding harem, (I think he's just trying to get one of every race in there) though he isn't sloppy enough to let it affect his business, so he'll be the most reasonable and understanding as long as we can convince him you're worth more than the deaths of a shitload of high level thugs from Bandino.">"Gang doesn't even have a signature drug, just Tabaco and a whole lot of lower level shit, along with a good chunk of the Drugbars and Brothels in the city. ">"Look, just shut up, don't ask him his name, don't try to free or touch any slaves, don't steal any drugs, don't ask about his weight too much, and don't fucking interrupt me when we're meeting him, and everything will be fine. Common sense shit, we good?"1/2
You good>"Fine, but if you betray me, I'll fucking claw my way out of it and literally crush you with the sheer weight of my armies.">"Fine, C'mon Blueberry, let's go. VOXL YOU CAN HEAD BACK NOW.">"Fine, C'mon Blueberry, let's go. VOXL GET OVER HERE, WE'RE DOING CRIMELORD BULLSHIT NOW!">"No, I'm not dealing with this bullshit, at least not until I get some more bodyguards, I'll meet you here at noon tomorrow" Roll 1d100 + 20, less than 70 you fail and are forced to go, minus relations with Janna.>"No. I'm not dealing with this shit, I can handle this by myself. Good day.">Write in
>>5067615She better not tell him about our spooky dead shit. We're a "chemist".
>>5067618"Fine, let's get this over with." Complete with facepalm. Also Voxl has common sense, he'll figure he can come down soon enough. Don't care about him accompanying us either way.
>"Fine, but if you betray me, I'll fucking rise as a souless lich and murder and devoure everything you hold dear before consuming your souls!
>>5067618>"Fine, C'mon Blueberry, let's go. VOXL, YOU CAN HEAD BACK NOW, AND DON'T FORGET TO GET ALL THE SKELTONS FROM THE BARRELS"
>>5067618>"Fine, C'mon Blueberry, let's go. VOXL YOU CAN HEAD BACK NOW."
>>5068352>>5068397>"Fine, C'mon Blueberry, let's go. Janna, if you fuck me over, I'm going to come back and eat your face off. VOXL, YOU CAN HEAD BACK NOW, AND DON'T FORGET TO GET ALL THE SKELTONS FROM THE BARRELS">"Alright boss! By the way, uh, one of the zombies got stuck in the barrels earlier, so uh, I'll have to get them to roll it back!">"Right, ...Anon, bring the rest of your undead, we'll need it as proof, but make 'em wear these cheap-ass cloaks. Don't touch em too hard, I swiped them off a buncha dead guys."As you walk with Janna leading the way, Blueberry is unsure whether to stick closer to you or Janna, and you don't feel like playing "read social cues or get swirlied in the toilet" again, so thankfully the problem solves itself when Janna slows her pace so you're all walking in a line.>"By the way, I totally knew you had a sniper there, it was that little annoying lizardshit working for the Bandinos, right?">"No point in denying it. Hey, you know if he's a lizardman or a kobold? I can't tell.">"I don't fucking know, I met him in a bar once and he tried to hit on me, so I kicked him across the room. ...I think he was too drunk too fucking feel it."You keep walking south, and arrive at what can't be described as a "mansion" but a massive warehouse modified into a Brothel and Bar, clearly done by someone with a excess of cash and a close eye for comfort. A glowing painted sign reads "THE PERFECT PIGSTY." Janna signals you to stay behind as she approaches the entrance.A typical bouncer type, big muscles, some scars, pointed ears, bronze skin, walks up to Janna, and after a brief talk, Janna waves you over.>"Alright, just follow me, and remember, shut up and don't touch anything."As you enter, escorted by the muscly elf-looking guy. You're assaulted with the smell of drugs, booze, and sex. The interior is dimly lit with red lights, there's attractive women and a few rare males wandering around in skimpy outfits serving drugs, food, and booze, there's stripper stages set up everywhere, and you can see quite a few people just fucking each other's brains out on tables. There's also quite a few unsual looking patrons, like a man with a snake head, someone with pure white wings, and you think you see a talking deer chatting up a beast-lady at some point.Surprisingly, Blueberry snorts in slight disdain and whispers to you as she watches a dude pound back half a bag of green and purple mushrooms and starts babbling while groping two muscly "employees" who look like a pair of female/male twins.>"H-half of th-this shit is overpriced, and t-the other shit is w-eak as hell, it's so funny watching people take them and t-trip balls so easy!"You see Janna give a quick glance of concern before returning her attention to following the bouncer. Eventually, after several silk curtains, you're taken to what can only be described as a vault door. Janna enters first, and pulls along Blueberry at the prompt of the Bouncer. 1/2
>>5068617After a few minutes, you're waved inside, and atop a large bed, surrounded by several beautiful women of various exotic races and diverse builds, (and at least a single femboy) lies [PIC RELATED]. A small crowd of guards stand between you and the bed, and Janna and your elf stand by your side. The fat... THING, on the bed positions his hands to grope the ass of a girl with green skin and gills before he speaks. His voice is... Fat. There's no other way to describe it, it sounds oilier than the shit fires you were served in college meal plans, and the start of every sentece sounds like a greased pig trying to fit through a small hole.>"...So... You're the necromancer, are you? Not much to look at, though I do have to give you credit for your robe. None of that breezy shit Kozmos uses, nice and fluffy, like mine.">"...I'll make it quick. I'm a reasonable man, and normally, if you were just some shumuck that killed some random gang I was trying to deal with, I woulda just slapped you with a debt, gave you a job, threatened to beat your sorry ass if you didn't work hard, and moved on.">"...However, you fucked over something MAJOR. Every single family and two-bit gang wants the Bandinos outta here, no one likes em, bad for every business around.">"...I hates 'em cause they keep trying to start shit for power. Gulch hates them cause they keep using them as "training". Kozmoz fuckin' despised them even before all the shit they stole from them. The little gangs keep getting throttled by them so of course they hate 'em.">"...Even if I wanted to let you go, you'd be fucking whacked by another gang within a week. However, I don't. So I have a very, very simple deal.">"...I protect you for two months from the other gangs and give you a actual room to stay while sort this fucking shit out, I'll do it, perfectly, and you won't have to worry about being shanked. In exchange, you're going to help us blow them sorry bandage boys to kingdom come. Magic, or undead thugs, whichever one you're better at.">"...End of two months, you help us during the attack, and either you die, or you don't, and we get to rework our working arrangements... Power Vacuums are unhealthy after all, I wouldn't mind helping you be the new fourth family in exchange for a little more help.">"...You scratch my back, I scratch yours. Deal? Want to negotiate? Refuse, even? Do keep in mind the whole "Surrounded and hated by everyone thing you've got going on right now." "He grins, and for some reason, you can smell the scent of overpowering mint from here, and the guards in front of you shift position and ready their weapons.Wat do?>"Fine.">"As long as the place I'm staying in isn't as shit as my last one.">"You better not try to fuck me over, or I'll come back as a lich and tear your soul out.">"Alright, Mr... I'm sorry, what is your name?">"No, eat a dick." (NOT)>Write in2/3
Confession time: This was always meant to be a more broad scoped quest in terms of time progression, and more focused on just necromancer shit and it kinda ballooned out of control once I randomly decided Blueberry would get a personality. Refusing the deal isn't recommended, I won't end the quest, but I have legitimately nothing planned for it if you refuse here, not even a faint idea. If you refused Janna I had a rough plan, but here, yeah, pretty much nothing.
>>5068655>Write in>"Fine", "As long as the place I'm staying in isn't as shit as my last one and you ain't charging me any rent".I'd like to see if we can get lab equipment and corpses but I figure we can work that into the second part of the deal later on and have some bargaining power.
>>5068660We just wanted to be a humble necromancer.I recommend trying to have a rough idea of a setting and worldbuilding before inserting characters and background history, as that will help you have to do less retconning later, and to base ideas off of stuff you already know or people or characters that already exist.
>>5068655>pic related>no pic>everyone hates Bandinos>everyone hates us>????Well, looks like we have two months to build a large enough army to take out Piggyboi and whoever else wants to fuck with us. "Let me make sure I've got this right: two months of protection in exchange for helping you blow the Bandinos off the map. What exactly does that mean? A new roof over my head and a ready supply of bodies--I mean, your boys probably would appeciate convenient disposal for any, erm, inconvenient bodies--for the undead? Books of spells, or magical theory? Catalysts? Lab equipment? A freezer? Access to assistants should I need one?" >>5068660That kinda makes me want to refuse just to be contrary. I'll be nice, though. Figuring things out as we go seems to be working out so far, though.
>>5068704>no pic related FML, here ya go.
>>5068655>"You better not try to fuck me over, or I'll come back as a lich and tear your soul out."
>>5068704>That kinda makes me want to refuse just to be contraryBut.... What if this was the QM's way of saying we get a freepass to do whatever we want by refusing and suffer no consequences!
>>5068655>Write in"Fine", "As long as the place I'm staying in isn't as shit as my last one and you ain't charging me any rent."Since Blueberry is attached to our hip, might as well negotiate for a place that is not close to The Perfect Pigsty and is large enough for necromancy.
>>5068690>>5068704>>5069438>"Fine. Two months of protection and work, but you better not stick me in some shit-shack, charge me rent, or not help me out with getting bodies, I'd also like to know how much equipment I'm getting, spellbooks, freezers, any of that shit."Pig grins and... chuckles? At least, you think it's a laugh? You swear, if your lifeline drops dead cause of a heart attack you're just going to blow yourself up.>"BuhiiiiiBuhiiiiiBuhiiiii... Very good. I'm not stupid, I'll provide some... surgical gear, assistants, drug lab equipment, and if Kosmoz is feeling up to play, It'd be perfectly fine to get you some spellbooks."He then slightly frowns and mutters something about "fuckin' smalls stealin'">"...I'll let you go back to your hidey-hole along with your girls over there, I need time to set things up, clear out some... things... I'll send someone over in the morning ta pick you guys up, make sure to bring everything you need, that house's been used by what, 10 small-timers at this point? Anything you leave behind will be picked clean."Janna scowls at the last statement, but doesn't say anything.>"...I'm not too interested in starting some unnecessary war with another fellow freak that just gets stronger every single day, so don't worry, I won't screw you over... too bad, at least. Don't know about the other houses, Pops has always been a weirdo, even by my standards, and Kosmoz... we'll, I think you'll be very interested in them. ...Goodnight, Mr. Anon. ...Do try to get some sleep, I find it hard to work with those that neglect their rest. ...Always so snippy..."The guards escort you out of the room, and Janna goes off to find a changing room cause>"You think I dress like this for fun, jackass? It's a lucky charm, plus a few minor enchantments that use my energy, you shithead."As she leaves Blueberry gives you a massive bearhug while Poncho looks thoroughly bored.>"Thankyouthankyouthankyouthankyou! I-I was so scared y-you'd end up hurting each other, b-but now w-we're going to get, like, actual houses and beds and foods an-and even more drugs! A-and Janna and you can a-also be friends an-and uh, then we'll, I don't know what we'll do next, b-but I'm glad I don't have to sleep in a room full of corpses."When Janna comes back, she's dressed in... Dio's part 1 outfit. You wonder if you should ask her about her parents or something.As you walk back, Blueberry gives Janna more or less the same bearhug thankyou speech, though Janna returns it instead of just struggling not to die. After a while, Janna begins talking to you while Blueberry begins licking a ball of Space.>"Well, that went better, but also worse than I expected.">"You really are some random hapless debatbly-innocent idiot, aren't you?">"Fuck, you're practically from another world, my dude. Don't you know anything about how valuable spellcasters, let alone fucking necros are?"1/2
Wat do?>"More than a random punchmeat cosplayer, apparently.">"It's not my fault you didn't tell me how to negotiate and just told me "common sense" shit.">"...I simply believed it wasn't a good idea to negotiate to hardly with someone you were so scared of.">"....Fine, yes. Are you just going to be an asshole about this, or actually tell me something useful">Write in
>>5069683>"More than a random punchmeat cosplayer, apparently.">Take the Space from Blueberry>"Winners don't do drugs, and I can't have my minions being high when we're playing a high stakes game like this. Consider this your first day on the path to rehabilitation."No more druggies for you, Blueberry. We've accidentally made you a Magic user, that'll have to be your new drug of choice.
>>5069683>>"....Fine, yes. Are you just going to be an asshole about this, or actually tell me something useful"But really, we got what we wanted out of this whole deal: some time to figure shit out, build up our power/increase our understanding of that power, and get working on some contingency plans. Namely sending Voxl out to gather information on the rest of these fuckers and the local morgues, perfect our ability to cook drugs, and add flesh golems, wraiths, ghosts, life-force shenanigans, corpse fluid elementals, Poncho's brobros etc, etc, etc, etc, to our repertoire.
I keep thinking a poncho is a sombrero for some reason
>>5069697We also need to figure out what we did with Blueberry and what she is capable of now.Other than that, you're right. We've bought us two months of protection, but what happens after that is entirely up in the air. No doubt the families will either try gain control or outright eliminate us due to the extreme shift in status quo that we represent. We have to be proactive and try to escape from underneath Pig before the alloted time is up or he'll have us locked down tight.
>>5069702Realistically we probably have about six weeks to get our shit together. Thankfully we can go full balls-to-the-wall on experimenting, giving Poncho some brothers/upgrades, and so on and so forth since we don't have to worry about other shit like food and whatever trouble Blueberry's bringing to the door.
>>5069712>giving Poncho someYes, his Brothers will be named Sarape and Sombrero. Together they will be The Mariachi Band.
>>5069683>"It's not my fault you didn't tell me how to negotiate and just told me "common sense" shit.">"....Fine, yes. Are you just going to be an asshole about this, or actually tell me something useful"
>>5069697>>5069931Janna looks angry at your insult, but stops, and looks physically pained by your response.>"...The shit? I was just ribbing you! I didn't expect some actual fucking need to learn, like, the basic ass stuff about our world! FUCK!"She rubs her temples, and begins waving her arms around while explaining shit.>"So basically, a long ass time ago, there was like, a overlord or whatever that kicked the god's collective asses somehow.">"I think he ruled and conquered shit until... 500 years ago or something? He got his ass handed to him, though I forget how, but like, he was a super powerful magic user, and he had a lot of them on his side I think, so for over a hundred years there was just nothing but this stupid ass magic-user vs normie shit going on.">"Eventually people got their shit together, but they put all these fuckass rules around magic, like mandatory magic schools and shit, destroying a bunch of "dangerous" sweet-ass loot.">"However, people decided that Necromancy and all the shit with demons and devils and spirits was too dangerous since the dark lord loved using that shit apparently.">"Uh, I don't know what's up with spirit guys today, but if you try to summon any devils that aren't total wimps the "Inquisition" comes in and swats your nuts. Necromancy is like, outright kill-on-sight shit in most places cause there are like, one in a million less of a dick than usual demons, but undead are usually like, completely loyal.">"There's been a few "Necromancers" these last few years, but they all either turn out to be frauds or just some douche who found a cool thing they forgot to smash way back then, and even those shitheads are pretty strong even though I don't think a single one made it past their first year.">"You could have fuckin' asked for like, at least a full year of protection and a shitload of cash and Pig would have given it, hell, even if you were a normal shmuck he would have given you 3 months if you bothered to negotiate at all. No point in trying now, he hates people trying to renegotiate things."Janna smirks as she finishes.>"What's next, you need me to explain what a dragon is? Need me to demonstrate how to shit? Hell, if I need to teach you "why they were wrestling naked back there?"!?"Wat do?>"Well, that depends, are your dragons primary four legged with wings or just 4 legged, or are they serpentine?">"...I don't actually think I can shit anymore if I wanted to.">"Actually, how does intermixing races work? Like, half-orcs and shit would work, but can Pig knock up that fishgirl?">"I don't know, more about the families?">"Ugh. ...Hey, have you ever tried to get Blueberry from not doing... that?" (Blueberry is trying to pull a lesser-mentlegen with a rainbow array of rolled up drugs)>"Uh, you should know now sooner rather than later... I kinda... turned Blueberry into a magical dark battery, and I haven't told her.">Write in
phone posting from public mcdonalds lol
>>5070020>Well, that depends, are your dragons primary four legged with wings or just 4 legged, or are they serpentine?">>"Actually, how does intermixing races work? Like, half-orcs and shit would work, but can Pig knock up that fishgirl?">>"Ugh. ...Hey, have you ever tried to get Blueberry from not doing... that?" (Blueberry is trying to pull a lesser-mentlegen with a rainbow array of rolled up drugs)>>"Uh, you should know now sooner rather than later... I kinda... turned Blueberry into a magical dark battery, and I haven't told her. It was not on purposely"
>>5070020>"I don't know, more about the families? Why the long planning period to crush the Bandinos?We tell Janna nothing about Blueberry's dark magic stuff until we are firmly under the Pig's protection.
>>5070020>"Well, that depends, are your dragons primary four legged with wings or just 4 legged, or are they serpentine?"Inb4 dragons are completely different in this world.>"I don't know, more about the families? Why the long planning period to crush the Bandinos?"
>>5070020>"Well, that depends, are your dragons primary four legged with wings or just 4 legged, or are they serpentine?">"Ugh. ...Hey, have you ever tried to get Blueberry from not doing... that?" (Blueberry is trying to pull a lesser-mentlegen with a rainbow array of rolled up drugs)>>5069691I'm up for getting Blueberry off the stuff, but given just how many different substances she has in her by now, going cold turkey would almost certainly kill her. We need more info on drugs in general, addiction counters available in this shithole, and info from Blueberry and Jenna to know just what she's addicted to.>>5070132Also do what he says if we can.[spoiler ]>>5065629I'm glad my half-baked speech I cooked up in 10-15 minutes was enjoyed. I'll try and do another if the need arises/I have time.[/spoiler]
>>5070235Perhaps going full cold turkey as you put it isn't the way to go, but we need to lower her daily usage gradually starting now. It won't do to have her as a docile lap pillow any longer, we're in the big leauges now and we need her to pull some weight. Hopefully the Magic infusion has given her some innate magical ability, having another Spellcaster around would be very nice.
>>5070124>>5070132>>5070174>>5070235Dragons, Families, and Drug addict elves.>"Well, that depends, are your dragons primary four legged with wings or just 4 legged, or are they serpentine?"Janna mashes her face into her hands, and lets out a small muffled scream.>"...The actual dragons usually have four legs with wings, but there's like, a million and one things that are considered their cousins and shit. Some dragons can speak and think and others are just retard animals, can we please talk about something more fucking relevant, you can get Pig to get you a book about this shitty land instead of asking me."Well, that's kinda what you expected, you do wonder if the remark about "retard animals" apply to whole speicies or random individuals.>"Fine. I don't know, more about the families? Why the long planning period to crush the Bandinos?"Janna perks up at this.>"Alright, so Pig is pretty unambitious, they mostly keep to themselves and only start taking over territory if they think it's safe or there's a risk of other gangs making a power move. Some people think they're wimps because of this shit, but really, it just means they can pour shitloads of guards at any attack made on them without worrying about weakening their attacks. Their deal is those everything brothels, and trying to pull shady shit in there usually results in a swift and painful death. Surprisingly picky about their slaves, don't ask me the criteria though, all I know is they only ever buy like, three in ten whenever someone offers them some. Second Oldest gang, but that's debatable.">"Gulch is like, really weird, even by the standards of this city. I think they started off as a bar and it somehow snowballed into a crime family. All of them seem somewhat unstable, and they operate the most like a normal gang, taking territory and shit. Their signature drug is something they call "Moondrops" which is just Moonshine and some extra shit they mix in, fucking delicious, and while the hangovers still there, it's not as bad, but you get really bad hangovers from drinking anything else if you drink it too much. Their leader is called Pops, and he's this old ass fart with serious muscle and facial hair. I'm not sure if this is a gimmick, but they all have names like "Brother Chandler" or "Auntie Irene". Some of them do look a bit deformed, but there's a shitload of em, no way they could fuck their brothers and sisters that fast. Oldest gang here.">"Kosmos is the shadiest of the bunch, they're also the youngest, popped up around three years ago. I don't know who their leader is, but it's member count is really, really low. However, every single last one of them knows magic to a extent, which is a big fucking deal. They mostly sell this psychedelic named "Gaze" and apparently all of the gang uses it for some reason."1/3
>"As for the Bandinos, their initiation involves injuring yourself like a moron than killing a enemy of the gang, and they usually target Gulch. All of them are completely fucking hooked on their Mummy powder, which is apparently like a medical stim that got banned aboveground for being, y'know, addictive. Completely fucking insane once you get past the recruits. Literally insanely loyal, they seem to worship the boss as some sort of demigod, and every single one of them are violent idiots. Their drugs are crap, but they pump them out like no one's business, and a little violence goes a long way, so you can imagine what a excess of it does. Attacks everyone who gets to close to them, gives no shits about territory, and constantly antagonizes the others.">"Really, the only reason someone hasn't blown them to shit is because the rest of the families are fucking horrible at working with each other. Pig is TOO honest, it makes everyone think he's playing mind games when he really is willing to lose out on some money if it gets shit done faster, also he refuses to go anywhere without a few members of his harem and also refuses to endanger them, so he'll only meet people on his turf.. Gulch is really picky about trusting outsiders, hates Pops ever even being seen by others and apparently Pops is mute on top of that. Kosmos is fuckin' weird, and they didn't give a shit until the Bandinos stole some drug recipes from them 2 years ago. I think it was the combat drugs they down like cheap ale."Well, this is nice to know. Kosmos is the place to hit up for magic spellbooks. Maybe they even have some "sweet loot they forgot to smash back then.">"...Hey, have you ever tried to get Blueberry from not doing... that?" (Blueberry is trying to pull a lesser-mentlegen with a rainbow array of rolled up drugs)Janna winces.>"Yeah. Once. I didn't cut her off completely, just lowered it a bit by bit a months so that she could at least cut back to something you would think is physically possible for a normal mortal being. She kept whining and shit, but kept doing it for me, her words.">"Everything's going peachy, then one day things go to shit.">"I ended up shoving a shitload of random crap down her mouth before she suddenly pulls a complete recovery after I shove another pill down her gullet and goes "Oh hey Janna, why are you holding me and cr- panicking?"Janna's face turns into a scowl once more.>"Now that I've told you about some emotional bullshit, and this is a "partnership" like you said, so, in return, you have to tell me something important."You're almost at the hideout....You have absolutely no real major tragedies in your life that you can speak of. You went NEET cause being in between jobs just went a bit sideways! Hell, your parents didn't even hate you that much for being a NEET, you were technically on disabilities! 2/3
Wat do?>"Uh... One time I asked my crush out on a date even though she had a boyfriend. ...Both of them felt so bad I was that pathetic he let me go on 2 dates with her before feeling even worse for leading me on and cutting things off.">"I am literally sent by the gods, and it's purely for their entertainment.">''I don't really have anything that personal...">tell her about the dark magic thing with Blueberry>Stall, Stall until you get to safety!>Write in (If I deem a story to be too tragic, You/Anon will be lying about it.)3/3
>>5070399>"I am literally sent by the gods, and it's purely for their entertainment. I guess that's why they torment me so by not letting me Necromance in peace.">say it with a completely straight faceThere's literally nothing that could go wrong with this choice. Absolutely nothing will go wrong.
>>5070399>Write in>"I don't really have anything that personal... I was a normal dude at some point, had a job, family loved me.">"Then I lost the job, couldn't find a new one, parents still cared for me, which seems odd now that I say it out loud.">"Anyway, like I've said MULTIPLE TIMES, I just want to live in peace. Simple as."
>>5070399>"I am literally sent by an ancient god, and it's purely for his entertainment."
>>5070406+1 It'll be fine/fun !
>>5070020>"Well, that depends, are your dragons primary four legged with wings or just 4 legged, or are they serpentine?">"...I don't actually think I can shit anymore if I wanted to.">"I don't know, more about the families?">"Ugh. ...Hey, have you ever tried to get Blueberry from not doing... that?" (Blueberry is trying to pull a lesser-mentlegen with a rainbow array of rolled up drugs)
>>5070398>>5070399>"Uh... One time I asked my crush out on a date even though she had a boyfriend. ...Both of them felt so bad I was that pathetic he let me go on 2 dates with her before feeling even worse for leading me on and cutting things off."
>>5070399>"I am literally sent by the gods, and it's purely for their entertainment.">''I don't really have anything that personal...">tell her about the dark magic thing with BlueberryQuickly change the subject
>>5070406>>5070419>>5070478>"I was sent here by a bunch of gods for their entertainment, I guess that's why they torment me so by not letting me Necromance in peace."Janna stifiles a laugh.>"PFFFT. ... Alright, th-that's pretty good, but seriously, answer the question properly, or at least tell me how you got your powers, or a hint.">"Gods. Entertainment. One looked like a beta design of a edgy Kirby OC, but that's all the info I know. They did say to not make things boring.">"Seriously, cut this shit out, I heard like this is high-tier blasphemy in places, I'm chill with it, but apparently even some criminals will get pissed if you say this shit.">"I don't know what to tell you, it's the truth, they chose me cause I was a NEET and sent me to another world with these powers. One of them was like, a triangle covered in teeth, I think that one was a girl."At this, Janna laughs uncomfortably, and she awkwardly places a hand on your shoulder.>"Oh, you're one of those exiled people. If it makes you feel any better, the goodie two shoes on the surface have probably killed whichever puppet cult was controlling you. Uh, kinda surprised they would give up a necromancer, those guys are getting shafted to shit. Maybe it was your uh whole... not having a face. Or eyes."She doesn't seem to believe you in the slightest. As you make your way back to the hideyhole, you hear yelling and screaming coming from inside.A short hobbit(?)dwarf(?) woman with glasses, what you assume is the equivalent of a suit, and glasses is currently wrestling Voxl, and he's winning, albeit with heavy damage on both sides. After seperating the two, you find out that Voxl attacked her because he didn't believe her message about you working under the Pig. As you inform him, he swears.>"Faaaack. Sub-bosses? Look, I'll only take orders from you, or if you tell me to listen to them, keeps things simpler, got it?"As you hunker down for the night, you discover that your corpse pile has grown substantially, to the point where you could reasonably pull whatever you want out of it, and there's quite a few rat corpses in there. Actually, you swear there are far more undead rats than when you left. You shrug, and you slap yourself on the couch-beds. Blueberry, high as several kites, giddily jumps after you, and you fake falling asleep lest uncomfortable questions arise from Janna, who elects to simple sit down and slump down and sleep while facing the doorway. Voxl has commanded several rotting zombies to act as a very squishy bed for him.1/3
>>5070631As day arrives, a harsh knocking arrives on your doorstep, and you are greeted by the tanned bouncer from yesterday. You quickly gather everything up, despite the man insisting several times that the lab materials (the test tubes and such, not the seeds and liquid) are unnecessary, and outright refuses to grab the corpses, at least right now. You travel south, a decent amount away from both the Pigsty and your old den. It's a imposing massive square block of solid rock, with windows carved roughly and filled with thick glass, and various chimneys jutting out from the top. The inside isn't as sterile, you enter to a reasonably cozy wooden living room with a few couches, a fireplace, and are lead to the back, which is a large open space with light glowing from runes inscribed in the tall ceiling, along with a operating table and several drawers ("for your... obligations"), another large empty room with weaker light ("for storing those... obligations"), and a seperate room filled with test tubes and lab equipment("For... alternative, optional obligations.").Upstairs is four seperate rooms. One is a fairly standard master bedroom with a absurdly large bed.>"A former favorite of the Pig's, it was washed thrice, and was only discarded due to him wanting a circular mattress."Another is a small room with a spout, a drain on the ground, and a square, angular toilet. The tanned man tries to explain what it is, but everyone already seems to know what it does except Poncho and Voxl.There is yet another room with a well worn desk, along with shelves lined with various books, though clearly gutted and many works missing.>"A former study, filled with the rudimentaries of how this world operates."You briefly glance inside the third room, it's entire interior covered in runes.>"A panic room. If you were to enter and activate it, it would send a distress signal to the Pig's base, and would magically lock and reinforce the walls, windows, and door."You finish up the tour, and the guide sniffs and recoils from Voxl.>"At least for today, you have no obligations to be fulfilled, a supply of materials necessary for your work will be supplied in the afternoon, and will be handled by a different messenger. I believe you met her last night.">"Every morning, said messenger will deliver any supplies they have obtained, instruct you on any wishes the Boss desires, and you may request supplies. The pig has specifically request you do not requisition certain sensitive supplies, lest you be discovered.">"Your contract mandates roughly 60 days of this, and for every five days you work, there will be two of rest, though it does not officially begin until tomorrow.">"Good day, sir. May we both benefit from this arrangement."2/3
>>5070635As she leaves, everyone goes to their own devices. You're a bit concerned about Voxl's behavior last night, and Janna seems pissed about something. Blueberry is just enjoying sitting on the couches, and Poncho simply begins spreading his black flames on your minions as they absorb them.>minions9 zombies2 skeleton1 skeleton (archer)2 skeleton (club)2 ghoul17 undead rats>specialsBlueberry, Junkie blue elf with big tits and ass and a serious drug problem, now with dark magic literally coursing through her veinsPoncho, overly intense undead general grievous ripoff, complete and glouriusVoxl, reptile-person mercenary sniperJanna, underground punchmeat champion, Blueberry's best friend.>drugsnone>brewing supplies30 SpaceIt is currently MORNING.Wat do?>check on Voxl/Blueberry/Janna/Poncho (choose one.)>practice magic>examine minions>check books in study>write in.3/3>>5070631sorry mate, wrote before seeing your vote
>>5070637no worry its was send only 11 second before
>>5070637>check on Janna and after that Voxl
>>5070637>check on Voxl/Blueberry/Janna/Poncho (choose one.)>practice magic
>>5070637>check on PonchoI really want to know what he's actually doing to our minions with those flames of his.
>>5070637>write in.>Move minions to obligation storage room 1.>Figure out how dexterous Poncho is by having him help use whip up some Space.
>>5070637>check on Poncho (both personally and to arrange moving the corpse supply over so we can try some craycray shit)>assign Voxl, Janna, and Blueberry to whip up a batch of Space to see which one we can delegate that shit to>check books in the study
We are missing a lot of minions and corpses.>examine minions>write in.Transfer all the minions and corpses over to the new place. Maybe leave a few stronger ones behind to ambush any would be trouble makers to help nip smaller problems in the bud, but right now we are missing a lot of potential manpower.Make sure to ask Pigsy for refrigeration or a morgue and body bags.
>>5071025All the minions are here, but the people helping us move didn't want to lug the corpses, so we have to start fresh.4 zombs junkie tier + 5 zombies= 9 zombies2 skeleton1 skeleton (archer)2 skeleton (club)2 ghoul11 undead rats = 6 more added while we were meeting the Pig= 17 undead rats.Also, we moved out of the old place into the place The Pig set up for us.
>>5071408>6 more added while we were meeting the PigI just noticez the Rat Swarm grew by itself. This is fantastic, a self replicating horde of rats is great since we ended up detonating most rat corpses we tried to raise. I wonder if their green fangs is an indication that they can imbue targets with Necromantic Energies, it would explain how our swarm grew by itself if they could infect other rats like that. They must've hunted others of their kin in the sewers while we were talking with Janna. We should order them down the sewers again to hunt more rats, The Swarm must grow!
>>5071408Ofc course we are gonna grab the corpses, those are the missing manpower, Send out a wagon and some horses if we can and if we must then to grab them in the dead of night.>>5071418Or they fuck like rats and shat out more half dead undead baby rats.
>>5071425>Or they fuck like rats and shat out more half dead undead baby ratsI find it difficult to believe they'd be able to reproduce that quickly, though this is magic so I guess anything is in the realm of possibility. I'm still leaning towards them having necromantic chompers though.
>>5071418It's definitely worth considering. Anything we can delegate helps with our efficiency.
>>5071025If feasible, let's go back for the corpse pile, yeah. A lot of gathering went into that.
>>5070670>>5070745>>5070778>>5070833Alright, votes seem to be about meeting Poncho. You walk over to Poncho. As you approach, he sees you and snaps to attention, though his slumped posture doesn't really change.>"GREETINGS MASTER">"NEW ACCOMMODATIONS ADEQUATE FOR PONCHO">"MUCH MORE SUITED FOR MASTER AS WELL">"SUPPLY USEFUL. SUPPORT USEFUL. MORE CREATION. LESS GATHERING."You ask if he has any particular concerns about the new base or anything he needs/wants.>"WOULD LIKE ARMS">"AS IN WEAPONS">"USEFUL BOTH FOR MASTER AND FELLOW MINIONS OF PONCHO">"LACK OF ARTIFACTS FOR MASTER" >"IF POSSIBLE, WOULD LIKE ARMS FROM MASTER.">"RECOMMEND ESTABLISHING FUNDS SOON AS WELL"Wat do?>"...Uh, I'm not a blacksmith, Poncho">"Why do you want weapons? You seem pretty good with your hands.">"Opinions on the Pig?">"Any problems with any of the minions? Y'know, the ones that can speak?">"Nice talking to you Poncho, I have to do something else." (Write in)>"Nice talking to you Poncho, I gotta go check on the others" (Choose between Voxl, Blueberry, and Janna.)>Write in
>>5071900"Yeah, yeah... I'm not a blacksmith, but we can probably figure something out. Armor and weapons and that sort of thing seem like a good idea. Independent funding too, but one thing at a time: "Think you can wrangle some of the minions into moving the rest of our supplies over? Y'know, discretely. It'd be a shame to leave a bunch of perfectly good bodies to rot."Then we go tell Voxl, Blueberry, and Janna to whip up a batch of Space to see which one we can put in charge of that... and then go take a quick inventory of the books.
>>5071429Well it costs us magic to raise dead, so unless rats somehow turn out to be little magic batterires or something it wouldnt make sense even if they killed other rats.I'm thinking maybe alternatively they dragged the rats bacl to our place and due to our magic saturating the place, and rats being very simple rodents, they got raised when we did magic or raised dead or black misted the room or something.
>>5071900>"...Uh, I'm not a blacksmith, Poncho">"Why do you want weapons? You seem pretty good with your hands.">"Opinions on the Pig?">Write inGet some minions and let go over to grab our corpse things.
>>5071900>"Nice talking to you Poncho, I gotta go check on the others" (Janna.)
>>5071910>>5071934The person who was in charge of bringing your shit over said the corpses will eventually be brought over, a well known Pig goon and a fighting ring champion along with a abnormally tall man, a green thing without a real face, and shitloads of goons in cloaks was attention grabbing enough, he didn't want more attention with a huge pile of rotting corpses.>"Yeah, yeah... I'm not a blacksmith, but we can probably figure something out. Armor and weapons and that sort of thing seem like a good idea. Independent funding too."Poncho begins violently coughing, but you realize it's his equivalent of a laugh.>"HAAACK.">"CREATION OF ARMS POSSIBLE THROUGH MAGIC AND SUFFICENT AND QUALITY SUPPLY">"EASILY MADE, EASILY REPAIRED.">"DURABILITY IS LESSENED BUT SUFFICENT AT BASIC LEVELS">"ENHANCED AT BETTER LEVELS."Poncho wants a bonesword or something made out of pure magic. You don't even know if that's possible. Is that like... cannibalism? No, that's eating other members of his species. Does Poncho count as a separate species from normal undead?>"DRUGS ARE PROFIT">"HOWEVER MATERIAL ISSUE">"DID NOT SEE EITHER LIQUID OR BERRIES IN BASE"Right, during your visit to the lab, you noticed that it had everything your old one did, except the strange black liquid and the black berries, along with anything looking similar to the "finisher" you had at the old place.>"Why do you want weapons anyway? You seem pretty good with your hands.">"...IF MASTER WISHES I WILL COMMIT TO HAND TO HAND COMBAT">"MY BODY IS SUFFICIENT IF YOU WISH TO COMMAND ME TO DO SO">"APOLOGY FOR WEAKNESS SIMPLY DO NOT WISH TO BLOCK MORE STRIKES WITH ARMS"Oh, that makes sense. It's weird though, none of your other undead, even the rats and ghouls, really react to pain. Maybe it has something to do with his intelligence?>"I'll look into making swords and bone armor and stuff, before I leave, opinions on the Pig?"Poncho freezes perfectly in place as his face contorts slightly in thought.>"LAZY FAT GREEDY BUT SMART BUT APPEARS WORTH TRUSTING">"DISLIKE HIS DOMINANCE OVER MASTER">"HOWEVER IF MASTER FINDS NO FAULT I FIND NO FAULT">"I LIVE TO SERVE"Alright, that's not too bad, at least you know that he wasn't plotting to kill him.1/2
You thank Poncho for his time ("NO ISSUE LIVE TO SERVE")and move back into the main entryroom.Blueberry is trying to convince Poncho to take some drugs, and Janna is doing squats while looking fairly amused at all this.>"I don' care how facking safe yew think it is, ahm' nawt eatin' a faking moldy mushroom!">"C'mon, I've done it like, shitloads of times, and I'm like, fine, right?">"Yew say like every fur fucking words and I jess watched yew eat something yer supposed to smoke, and it was wun of them hard things too."You politely ask Blueberry to stop trying to force Voxl to eat moldy mushrooms, and ask them all to help make some Space while you go check up on stuff in the study. Blueberry dashes towards the lab before you can respond properly, and Janna sighs and points a finger at you while scowling.>"Fine, I'll go help, but only because otherwise Blueberry will eat all the chemicals whenever she tries to brew shit. Yes, eat. I've seen her drink shit that would kill people and just get a buzz. "Voxl waits until Janna leaves the room to follow after her, but as he walks away he warns you>"Uh, all I know is shit tha' increases tha' amount o' stuff made, but apperntly it also makes the shit kinda... shit. I'll see wha' I ken do, but don't expect a masterpiece or nothin' I might just end up sitting out."You walk up to the study and begin sorting the books. You manage to sort the scattered collection of books into four basic categories after a bit of time and effort.>Magic related texts>Making drugs for dummies>History of the world>assorted entertainmentAs you're about to begin sorting them further, you hear a yell from downstairs.>"BAWS! WE FINISHED DA DRUGS!">"What the fuck do you mean we? You kept trying to taint it!">"I just did wha' the weird guy from the Bandinos did!"It's now on the verge of noon.Wat do?>Go downstairs to check on the drugs>further organize the books>pick up a book from a pile and begin reading (choose which category.)>Write in
>>5072074>>Go downstairs to check on the drugsGrab whichever book catches our attention from the magic section to take with us.
>>5072074>Go downstairs to check on the drugs>Write inWe should see if we can learn shooting skills from Voxel and maybe if hes a good boi and dindu nuffin wrong, we'll make him a magical bone crossbow or something. One that is lightweight and strong, with little recoil or some magical enhancements.
>>5072081>>5072101Before you leave, you grab a book named>"Magic for self-defense, woman's edition."As you head downstairs, Blueberry tackle-hugs you (wasn't this called glomping at one point) and it's clear she's high as all hell.>"Anon! We made like, sooooo many drugs! It's great! so great! Yeah!"she waves her pale blue arms for a bit before falling backwards while giggling like a moron.Janna sighs and begins to talk.>"Good news, despite a lovable idiot and a fucking idiot-">"Wha de fuck are you saying!? You wasted like-"Janna promptly uses her hands to forcibly close Voxl's mouth and continues without wasting a beat.>"-screwing things up, drinking and snorting our supplies, and another one trying to kill off all your customers, we managed to make two top-tier quality batches of Space, a normal batch... along with a few that would give a really shit high at best."Voxl unscrews himself and talks over Janna>"I just did what the guy did over at the Bandinos did and it was fine!"After a few more minutes of yelling, you eventually work out what happened. Janna didn't actually do all that much actual brewing, she read the instructions and did prep work, along with wrangling of the cutest tard in this drug den and made one normal batch. Blueberry got high of her own supply and wasted a lot of ingredients, went off script, but made a really, really good batch of Space, according to herself measuring by licking it, and was able to do so twice, but was slow as shit. Voxl's methods were apparently "the most disgusting and degenerate I've seen in a decade" and resulted in 5 batches from using just one supply. However, they all agree (sorta, blueberry just gives a dazed thumbs up) that they were really, really slow overall, and they need practice. Janna hasn't taken Space so she doesn't know what the prices are, Blueberry's too out of it but make funny faces and cuddle anyone who gets too close, and Voxl says he only smokes "Classy shite, like cigars." As a result, none of them can tell you how much each batch would give you in coins.As a result, you've used a shitload of your supply, and now have30-((2x3)+1+1+1)=21 supply left (Space)As well as2 batches of Blueberry Space1 Janna Space5 Voxl SpaceJanna and Voxl walk off. Janna begins shadowboxing in the corner of the main room while muttering, and you hear the scratching of a match go off and faintly smell a cigar as Voxl lounges on one of the many couches, looking considerably more relaxed than her. Blueberry starts shoving one of her batches of space in your face.>"C'mon boss, you know you want some! We like, still have some time and don't have shit to do! C'mon!"1/2
It is now Noon. It's still quite a while until the Pig messenger comes along. In other words, you won't have to worry about missing the person sent by Pig if you don't want to deal with teenage-tier petty slapfights and just relax by cramming some drugs in your gullet.Wat do?>Go check on Janna>Check on Voxl>Fuck it, get high with Blueberry>Read "Magic for self-defense, woman's edition.">Check on Poncho>Go visit the Perfect Pigsty (Write in if you want to bring anyone with you)>Write in
>>5072200Let's let Piggyboi's minions appraise the Space when they get here.>check on Voxl all:"Any ideas on how to source more ingredients for the drugs?" (the berries and black liquid specifically) "And what can you tell me about corpse disposal here? Where the morgues are; cemeteries, crypts, catacombs, tombs.. that sort of thing."
>>5072200>Go check on Janna>Check on Voxl>Read "Magic for self-defense, woman's edition."
>>5072200>Read "Magic for self-defense, woman's edition."And practice our own magic
>>5072200>Go check on Janna
>>5072308+1. Also put Janna on "keep Blueberry from doing too much of the drugs" duty, I want to see if she can actually magic or if she's just a dark magic battery.
>>5072219>>5072231You decide to read through the book. To be perfectly honest, it's not nearly as bad as you think it is from the title, maybe a bit too hard on the whole "do not look too pretty in public" thing. Then again, slavers exist, and if you remember correctly, Blueberry said they do hunt for people outside Drakenhor. It does plainly say the guidelines about not wearing revealing clothing applies to "particularly effeminate men in body" and "muscled and hardy men, and contrary to popular belief, being one who works the soil does not save oneself from this fate." noting that while farmer kidnappings are within normal levels this past few years, we're on the higher side of said levels. It appears to be abused but newish, and the details about the author included makes you think this book was made within a few years of your arrival..You take around 30 minutes to pick up a few spells you think are interesting. The only spell you know right now is [UNHOLY BARRAGE] and you're not even sure you could cast it right now if you tried. Unfortunately, most of the spells in here seem to cover the very basics of magic you have already practiced yourself, shooting out bolts of energy and the like. You'd thought it take longer for you to find everything you want to learn, but there's only three that catch your eye.>"Electrogrip"Encase your hand in electricity, and firmly grasp the target. It should contain enough power to seriously injure the target, and designed to inflict enough damage that you're never in serious risk of killing anyone.>"Magic Missles""A true classic". Plain, simple easy. You get three missiles, they home, if you pump extra energy into the spell, it either increases the amount of missiles fired or the strength. It's noted at a base level, it needs more than a few standard casts to kill someone.>"Autonomous armor"Activate this spell by pouring magic into a pool. Whenever the spell detects an attack, it will draw from said pool in order to deflect a blow. The capacity is described as "three blows of a sword, or ten of a arrow." at maximum capacity, and the magic will fade away within an hour.Everything else honestly just seem totally useless, like spells that have a million conditions, or have minor effects that completely outweigh the energy cost described, and a whole lot of spells with holy and divine properties. You went to college, you're not stupid, trying to cast holy magic while being a necromancer that's already in so deep you don't need to eat is a bad idea.Leaving your more fleshy minions behind, you step into the large room intended for your necromancy. You practice blasting magic a few times, and after warming up, you decide to try casting some of the magic in the book. You decide to grab a particularly mangled zombie, the one Voxl said was the one stuck in the barrel as a practice dummy.1/2
Wat do?>Try casting Electrogrip>Try using magic missles>Use the Armor spell on him and blast him with a basic shot>Try using unholy barrage>Go do something else>Write in2/2
>>5072647>Use the Armor spell on him and blast him with magic missiles until we're moderately windedTest the staying power of the shield first with the Magic Missiles, then attempt to boost it's strength so it can block more Missiles, then attempt to raise the strenght of the Magic Missiles.Example: If the shield can block three casts of Magic Missile, we try to increase it's strength so it can block five casts, then we increase the strength of the missiles until it is back to three casts and so on. We repeat the cycle either until we've hit a cap in power we can put in to these spells, or we become winded enough for us to consider it a good stopping point.
>>5072647>Use the Armor spell on him and blast him with magic missiles until we're moderately winded.Do we need to roll some die for these, as in the learning and first time casting?This is a good chance to see how many times we can cast autonomous armor and magic missile in a vacuum.
>>5072661>>5072768You line up the zombie and mimic the actions shown in the book, and tap him on the forehead. As you do so, you feel a wave of... something, wash through you. It's like when you were little and on the verge of getting a tootache and your teeth felt sour and sore, but radiating from your very being. You shake it off, and chalk it up to you simply not being used to "actual" spells, the ones with theories and such. However, as you launch your magic missles, you feel this feeling redouble over you and the sensation of pushing against a object that's far too heavy emerges from your body once more. As you try once again these feelings of sourness overtakes your entire body.It's not that you're tired, casting the spells wrong, or not wearing your robes. You're completely fresh, are able to produce a ghostly hand that claws at necks without too much effort, the spells are ludicrously simple, as this book is seemingly aimed primarily at pampered middle-class nobles, and you haven't taken your robes off once since you've gotten here. The spells have the effect described, and a small shimmering aqua blue shield shows up to deflect your projectiles every time.Finally, as you prepare your third casting of magic missiles, you suddenly feel keenly aware of three very different sensations.The first is a comforting warmth that runs up your spine that also bathes your head in a comforting coolness.The second is a reassuring soldiness that you feel like you can grasp in your palms and the urge to strike something.The third is... a approaching ball of pure sour. You don't like that one.Wat do?>Lean into the warmth and cool>Lean into the urge to strike something>Power through the sour>Cancel the spell, maybe you missed something in the book?>Write in
>>5072850Ooh, is this Elemental Attunements? Very neat.>Lean into the warmth and coolVoting with the belief that this is Fire and Ice attunements, we shall become Necromancer Twinrova
>>5072850>Lean into the warmth and cool
>>5072850>Lean into the warmth and coolWant some comfy times.
>>5072850>>Lean into the warmth and coolMight want to experiment with modifying these spells towards Necromancy. Like a ghost barrage instead of magic missiles (although that sounds like it'd need a catalyst). Which reminds me; we wanna try life-force shenanigans.
>>5072885>>5072891>>5072896>>5072911>>5072934You decide to lean into the warmth and cool, nice and comfy.As you do so, you realize you are no longer forming missiles around you, but flames with a deep blue hue burning upon them. That's... odd. You chuck them at the Zombie and... nothing happens. The shield doesn't activate, hell, the zombie or flames don't even react, the flames just stick there, doing nothing. You try again and again, and even wave your hands through the fire a few times, but nothing happens. The zombie is covered in flames now, though they're slowly fading. You suddenly hear whispers coming from behind you, but no one shows up.You return your attention to the issue at hand. Maybe it's the shield spell? Or is something wrong with the zombie? Do you need to start getting live targets from the Pig? Wat do?>Try reapplying the shield spell>"Janna, stop trying to fuck with me, please.">Try using a normal bolt of energy to attack the zombie?>Screw this, go back to the main room>Write in
>>5075498>Try reapplying the shield spell>Write inTry and like meditate and focus on hearing with our mind and not our ears or some shit.Also carefully, and meticulously reapply spell.
>>5075498>Write in>Divert your attention to the whispers
>>5075541>>5075498+1Reminder to also ask the Pig for live test subjects, I am pretty sure we just unlocked some sort of Hellfire spell that only deals damage to the living.
>>5075541>>5075614>>5075675>>5075774>>5075817You strain to hear the whispers, and suddenly hear it much more clearly, though it seems garbled. It sounds like the electronic white noise from the background footage of a million MLG gameplays. You whirl around. and see HIM. A milky white sphere, a meter in diameter with a huge maw filled with cartoon styled blockly teeth and three vertical wounds above it appear in front of you. This is one of the four gods that sent you here.>"h3y D1PSh1T, L1St3n t0 m3H!"Oh god, you feel like you're being waterboarded with blood flavored mountain dew.>"ph1r5t OFf, 9OoD Jo8 on noT 93TT1N' Pwn3D l1K3 A noo8 5o PHaR"False memories of Lan parties and shitposting on the internet run rampant through your brain. You were born in the mid 2000's dammit! That shit was dying when you were a fetus!>"W3 M4D3 1t s0 j00 c4N 0NlY C4st N3CR0m4NCy SH1t, S0 4lL 0f j00R Sp3lLs 4r3 jUSt tw1sT3d 1nT0 n3Cr0M4Nc3r Sh1T.">"th0U9HT 1'D teLl J00 51NCe We d0'nt w4nn4 W4TCH J00 w0rK tH12 0Ut 0vER 4 wH0Le m0nTh."Your father straps a rocket launcher to a pig.>"4l5O, U H4v3 Cl422 3VOlU71on2 4nD 5h17 w4171N' PHoR U, 83 3xc173D.">"AnYWaY2, K33P 831n' 3n73r7a1n1N', aND h3r3'2 A L177L3 50M37H1N' ph0R N07 N33D1n' 70 83 8a8Y5A7."You fall down to the ground and cry as you remember your first and last kiss with your childhood crush as you execute Xeno scum on mars and she dies to a rabid NYAN model mech. You hear the sound of a portal gun going off, you heave on the ground while crying, and when you look up, you see that your tears have been converted into little bottles of mountain dew "Undeads tears limited flavor (Blackberry, Raspberry, Blueberry blend)" and thrown up some disgusting looking green doritos.Near you lies another bathrobe. This one is complete with a hood, purple coloration, and a white-silver fur trim, a much more intimidating and comfortable fit than your plain white bathrobes that you stole from your community center. (In fairness, it was shutting down in a week and the lifeguards there were composed of clueless teens, failed drill sergeants, and gold diggers.) Next to it lies a dagger with a gilded hilt marked by three slashes among the grip, a triangular pommel and a wiggly blade with a diamond pattern scratched on it.You feel awful, but you gather your thoughts and manage to piece together that the god told you that all your spells would be themed to necromancy somehow, and this supply packet is a sort of reward. You try to stop thinking about him, or his friends. It's not pleasant when you try to.Wat do?>Ask Janna to come in to serve as a practice target>Attempt to cast the armor spell on the zombie again>Put on the gifts sent.>Screw this, go grab blueberry, it's drug time.>Write in
>>5075983Damn these Gods are assholes...>Put on the gifts sent.But they send some nice gear at least.>Write in>Get Blueberry in here, see if she can cast spellsSince we're stuck with nothing but Necromancy spells we need Blueberry to pick up the slack with other magic types.
>>5075983>Put on the gifts sent.>Write inShout out:HOLY FUCK CAN'T YOU GUYS PLEASE SPEAK A BIT CLEARER I BARELY UNDERSTOOD WITH ALL THAT STATIC!? THANK YOU.
>>5075983>>Put on the gifts sent.
>>5075983>put on gifts sentAnd I'm down for either getting Blueberry in here to see if she can do magic or playing around with other spell ideas (like casting the shield on ourselves and having zombino try to attack us and see whether or not it drains zombinos energy). We'll ask Piggyboi for live targets/people he's pissed with later. Alternatively check in to see if we got our corpses yet because I wanna see if we can do bone armor/weapons yet.
>>5075994>>5076012>>5076043>>5076365You take off your old robes and slip into the new ones. It's surprisingly comfortable, and you can feel a improved flow of magic just from putting it on. There's also a slight magic enchantment of defense, but after by testing it out by trying to punch yourself, you conclude it's only about as durable as leather armor. The dagger doesn't give off any impressions of such magic, it just seems like a normal dagger, albeit one that would be worth a lot if you sold it and one obviously owned by a evil cult. You're just about to call blueberry in when suddenly she walks in by herself. She glances at the small pile of strange food before continuing on in a slightly drugged up stupor.>"Uh, like, the guys from Pig showed up boss, Voxl kinda started some shit with one of them, but, uh, the guys don't seem to mind, so it's chill."As you leave the chamber, you see a small group of thugs grabbing a bunch of corpses off a cart and carrying them inside to the room you just left. Most of them slightly gawk or shy away from you once they notice your presence. Standing by the doorway is what looks to be a totally normal human, but has a bald head and slightly purple skin. He has a small beard growing on him, and the right side of his face is scarred to shit, complete with a milky and lazy eye. He looks on at mild amusement as the... person who's probably a short person of some sort and Voxl are engaged in a shouting match. There are racial epithets being thrown around, but amusingly, none of them seem to confirm the race of the woman, or if Voxl is a Kobold or not.He snaps to slight attention as you approach.>"Greetings, Mr Anon. I'm Gazef, and I'm... well, Sarah here was supposed to be your official messenger, but she's occupied with that whole "my god is better than yours" thing they've got going on with the scaled folk. Best not to try and get between them. I'm her bodyguard, but I can act in her stead for now."He takes out a clipboard.>"Alright, so, just to cover all my bases, the Pig really, really doesn't want you to wander to far out and do shit, at least until 7 more days pass when he's probably going to be done convincing the families not to shank each other else you might be found.">"If you want anything, you simply tell me, I send a message to my boss and see if he can get it. You can start gathering shit by yourself when the heat dies down."1/2
He flips a page>"For now, the deliveries include a supply of corpses, a mix of human and animal, a small stipend of cash, essential living supplies like food and water, as well as any spellbooks or magical items we think might be useful.">"Your, uh... employees have requested that a supply of drug materials, drugs, throwing knives, and cigars also be added to the deliveries, and your big-ass undead said he specifically wanted more skeletons in the corpse piles.">"The Pig also wants you to know that the Bandinos just got fucked over in a raid as some good news."He looks up at you and gives a smile with no feeling behind it, positive or negative.>"Are there any alterations to this delivery you desire or inquiries you have?"Wat do?>"Hey, you mentioned gods, does any god here look like a white sphere with a shit eating grin?">"I'd like a supply of live targets, people the Pig wants gone as well.">"When you say drug materials, do you mean the black liquid as well as the berries?">"Do you know how many minions the Pig wants out of me?">"A supply of reading material not focused on magic would be beneficial in reducing the amount of redundant questions I would ask.">Write in.
>>5076456>"Hey, you mentioned gods, does any god here look like a white sphere with a shit eating grin?">"I'd like a supply of live targets, people the Pig wants gone as well.">Write in.Say: Can't want to fuck them to death with my Frankenstein zombie penis I'm making. (Just to fuck with them. We're not really gonna do that..... Are we?)Also>"A supply of reading material not focused on magic would be beneficial in reducing the amount of redundant questions I would ask."
>>5076456>"When you say drug materials, do you mean the black liquid as well as the berries?">"I'd like a supply of live targets, people the Pig wants gone as well."Live guinea pigs for necromancy shit and testing drugs on people that aren't Blueberry alike are invaluable
>>5076456>"I'd like a supply of live targets, people the Pig wants gone as well.">"A supply of reading material not focused on magic would be beneficial in reducing the amount of redundant questions I would ask."
>>5076456>>"Hey, you mentioned gods, does any god here look like a white sphere with a shit eating grin?">>"I'd like a supply of live targets, people the Pig wants gone as well."Also ask whether or not he has anyone handy who can appraise drugs so we know which minion to put in charge of drugmaking. >>5076479>frankenpeen... Is this the shape our flesh golem is going to take???
>>5076456>"Hey, you mentioned gods, does any god here look like a white sphere with a shit eating grin?">"Do you know how many minions the Pig wants out of me?">>5076547Oh fuck that honestly sounds terrifying, just imagine it, a massive fucking flesh golem that looks like a dick running straight at you, holy shit.
Alright, this might be the last update for this entire year. Finals are coming up.>"Hey, you mentioned gods, does any god here look like a white sphere with a shit eating grin?"Gazef stops and thinks before shrugging.>"Can't say I have, most of the temples I've seen have humanoid ones, but I grew up in this shithole, so, y'know, not the best person to ask. Maybe you're thinking of a symbol of a god or a alternate interpretation of how they look? Closest thing is Siggos, but that guy's a rectangle and has a frowning expression half of the time, and his smile isn't "shit-eating."Right, of course. You really don't wanna have to keep asking questions like these.>"A supply of reading material not focused on magic would be beneficial in reducing the amount of redundant questions I would ask."Gazef chuckles a bit.>"You should have most of the basics in your study already, but sure, I'll add some history books and stuff, and ask if we can take the older editions of newspaper.">"When you say drug materials, do you mean the black liquid as well as the berries?"Gazef frowns.>"Yeah, we don't really have a good idea of what those are. We've narrowed the berries down to a few possible species, but all of them are far too expensive to make a decent profit out of and none of them match perfectly. As for the liquid, no idea. It has magic in it, but that's all we know besides the fact it's not naturally occuring, it's a concentrate. " >"It's hardly been a day, and Pig's pretty much already written it off as a viable profit stream, he wants you to focus on making some muscle for him anyway.">"Speaking of minions, Do you know how many minions the Pig wants out of me?"Gazef ponders for a few seconds. and does a tilting motion with his fingers as he ponders your question. >"Well, uh, he's having you for... around 2 months... Necromancer... Goblins...">"I'd say around.... more than 120? I mean, you're under contract for like 60 days, that's like, 2 per day at most, probably more per working day cause you get breaks. There's also random operations he might want something extra for, so I'd add another 50 to be sure."1/2
You freeze up, and begin to protest until you realize that what's he's asking is... extremely reasonable. It never sunk into you how OP necromancy was when it wasn't being used by saturday morning cartoon villains.>"I'd like a supply of live targets, people the Pig wants gone as well... Can't wait to kill them with my frankenpeenis zombie."Gazef nods, but stops as he finishes scribbling something down.>"Ah, what's a "Frankenpeenis" zombie? Pig would prefer he enemies to look like they died... somewhat gracefully to maintain his reputation. Nothing silly like making them look unblemished and such, he always just says that to try not to make more than ten, twenty-ish corpses look like they've been tortured to death a month."Wha- wait. This is a different world with hundreds of creatures and places, and shit like Uranus, great tits, and Dik-Dik happened back on your world. Also Frankenstein probably isn't a thing here either.You hear the gnome calling Voxl a greedy scaleshit and him calling her a whore with a fancy job title.Wat do?>"Uh, Reference to a folktale where I come from, like, over the oceans come from.">"I'm sent by the gods, to this world, so I make cultural references that you guys might not get sometimes, I apologize.">"Cock joke.">Thoroughly and painfully explain the joke.>Write in
>>5077278>Its was undead creature and dick joke
>>5077278>Write inYou don't want to know.
>>5077292>"Sorry that was a dick/cock joke we necromancers tell others"
>>5077276>Alright, this might be the last update for this entire year. Finals are coming up.regardless of whether you come back or not, gud quest & best of luck.>>5077309support
>>5077278>Thoroughly and painfully explain the joke.Now we're riding this insane awkwardness to the end. For future reference, do not put cringe in write ins please.>>5077298This means you.
>>5077292>>5077298>>5077309>>5077431>>5077443You simply explain it's a cock joke.Gazef simply glances up at you and nods in response. >"Well, it's nice to see you aren't like the last shmuck who claimed to be a necromancer a few years back, lost all his emotions, sat in the main plaza of the city, then blew his own head off.">"quite a shame really, traumatized 2 of our contacts there."You hear the sound of a actual fight breaking out from where Voxl and Sarah are.Gazef sighs.>"Well, unless you have any other things to talk about right this second, I'd like to break up the fight before I get punished for failing to protect my assignment.">"It's generally accepted that Scaled folk and Sarah's kind will eventually break into a genocidal war, so I won't report on your little hired muscle, doubt he'd do anything but laugh and ask if any of them got their clothes torn off."You thank Gazef, and he drags off Voxl, and you see him slipping him a small pouch of copper coins before striding back and you watch Voxl grumble as he strides over to Janna. Janna seems to have forgotten about he fight with Voxl, and leans against the wall next to her and he grumbles to himself while he tosses her a Cigar.You ask Gazef to evaluate your batches of space. He blinks at you.>"...You know you have your elf there right? She'll take anything, survive, say it was great, but you can generally get a price estimate out of her if you harass her enough. Than again, she REALLY likes the strong stuff..."Gazef calls over Sarah. She marches over and rudely snatches the clipboard out of Gazef's hands, and begins scribbling over and adjusting several calculations Gazef has made, occasionally forcing him to watch as she corrects certain things. She then bluntly tells you that in order to evaluate the product, she'll need to use entire batches, as half batches, quarter batches and the like are the marks of newbies or tampered products. You sigh, and lead her over to your batches.Sarah wastes no time in ordering a few lucky(?) thugs to take the crystal in various forms. You see them shoving it in a pipe, licking it, crushing it up to snort, and various other methods. She simply pulls out a eyepeice and proceeds to knock and leer over your batches. After she also gets feedback and observes the users, she turns to you and Sarah speaks for the first time you've seen her, every other time has been yelling. It sounds vaguely condescending and french-british, even though she's obviously taking a neutral tone.1/3
>"Well, it's safe to say that if all of these were made by one person, it'd be a good move to simply give up drugmaking forever and hang themselves for being so worthless, as they are clearly relying on luck."She points at the batch Voxl created, vaguely shaped, lumpy and bumpy, not at all shaped like rock candy balls.>"I sincerely hope that whoever made those was trying to conserve ingredients, because a single batch of these will sell for 10 to 15 silver, and any drug that can be haggled for that's worth less than 30 silver isn't worth shit unless you're pumping them out like waste-of-space-kobolds. Hell, if it's any less than three per shitty fucked up cook, you'd barely be making your money back with each batch by spending 15 silver on ingredients. Of course, the Pig has chosen not to charge you for the cost of ingredients for the duration of your contract... for some reason. Bad potency, leads to crashes, aftershocks..."She gestures at the singular piece that Janna created.>"That is what a piece of Space should look like. 50 silver a batch. Nice and solid. A bit peaky, but Space is pretty strong overall, so a little variation upwards won't drive away your customer base."She then points at the remaining batch of Blueberry's batch.>"And that... I'd say it's worth it's weight in gold. Unusually strong, pure, and it'd keep well even if we stored it like shit. 180 silver, maybe even 200 if you're a salesman who knows a thing or two. Only thing is... one of my guys just overdosed on that thing, so it's definitely extremely strong."Sarah adjusts her glasses.>"It's crucial to remember that your customer base will be pissed if you keep pumping out low quality shit, and in a city like this, the more money a customer can throw away, the more likely they're a dangerous gang member. Of course, if you're worth all the resources we're dumping into you, that shouldn't be a problem even when you make a error and reveal your location.">"At least for the duration of your stay within this residence, the Pig family will be taking a 45% cut on all drugs sold, and we will handle distribution as well in return. IF you are able to setup a adequate delivery system and produce acceptable sales, our cut will be changed to roughly 30% of sales. In both cases, rounded up."She then does a 180 while marching out of the house and yelling at the other goons to hurry the fuck up.Gazef spits on the ground and growls.>"What a idiotic, stuck-up utter bitch. "Let's just backhand insult the fucking necromancer, that won't get me killed." Her cushy job as a number cruncher has gotten to her head.">"*Ahem* I apologize for my... boss's behavior. See you tomorrow."Gazef jogs after the small crowd of thugs2/3
>minions9 zombies2 skeleton1 skeleton (archer)2 skeleton (club)2 ghoul17 undead rats>Corpses12 damaged7 skeleton5 whole3 thug corpses9 cat20 rats>specialsBlueberry, Junkie blue elf with big tits and ass and a serious drug problem, now with dark magic literally coursing through her veinsPoncho, overly intense undead general grievous ripoff, complete and glouriusVoxl, reptile-person mercenary sniperJanna, underground punchmeat champion, Blueberry's best friend.>drugs4 Bad batches1 God batch>brewing supplies30 Space>timeAfternoon3/3Wat do?>go practice your spells>check on Voxl/Janna/Blueberry>go to your study>time to raise some dead>Write in
>>5077451>time to raise some dead
>>5077451>time to raise some deadIt is time, we must make some Brothers for Poncho. I'm thinking we make them differently from how we made Poncho. One of them should be the brute enforcer type with loads of bulk to him, with really strong bone armor so he can absorb a ton of impacts without breaking a sweat. Keep him on two arms as well I feel.The other I feel should be more lean and agile with six arms instead of Poncho's four, and we should see about getting him hand crossbows and some holsters so he can fulfill the Western sterotype and be a quickdrawer.Also raise the rats and cats.
>>5077451>>5077465Definitely time to get our Necromancy on. Let's just give orders to Voxl/Blueberry/Janna first: Blueberry is in charge of making Space for now on. Voxl and Janna can decide which of them wants to keep an eye on Blueberry (to prevent her from taking too much of her own product) AND remove the flesh from our damaged corpses while the other hunts down information on what exactly that liquid and berries are and how to get more. Then lets set out to making Poncho some brothers. I agree with the big tankier guy and a smaller more agile guy. Are centuars a thing here? If we can get our hands on a centuar corpse that'd be a good base for our tank.
>>5077496>>5077451>17 undead rats>last time it was 14They're definitely making more of themselves. Only a matter of time until we have a whole swarm of the fuckers. Probably bears closer examination, but more rats/cats can wait until Poncho's got good company.
>>5077507I'm also hoping we can apply the same level of sentience to these skeletons as we've done to Poncho, but I'm unsure how we managed it in the first place. The sentience seemed to be linked to the skull we used to raise him somehow, but maybe now we are powerful enough to do it on command.Also we should check our library if there's anything on jewelcraft and magic, I still want to give Poncho and his brothers some magical infused gems if it's at all possible.
>>5077519Raise the skull alone I think will be the first step. Whether we can combine the other steps remains to be seen.
>>5077448>"Let's just backhand insult the fucking necromancer, that won't get me killed."Don't worry brah, she'll probably die long before you.>>50774514 Bad batchs? I thought Janna made a regular or acceptable batch?>time to raise some dead
>>5077457>>5077465>>5077496>>5077580>>5077853>>5077759Voxl made 5 batches, and one batch of each quality was used during testing.Alright, before anything else, you walk up to Voxl and Janna. Voxl greets you with a cocky grin and Janna just nods her head. You explain to her the situation with the drug materials, and how Blueberry's in charge of making drugs, and how you need someone to look into the materials but whoever's left behind will be made to clean off flesh from damaged corpses. Voxl grimaces as you finish.>"Yeah, baws, I dun think I'm rathur suited to either of dose tings, In case ye haveen't noticed, I'm not the tallest chap aroun, and even Blueberry could smack me aroun when it comes to plain ol' dukes. I'm a wee baby in terms of how long I've stayed in the city too, but I deed skin tings for a livin' back in the day."Janna scowls, but takes a deep breath before growling at you.>"Listen here shithead, let me make one thing very clear, after this week is over and you're allowed outside again, I'm going to be MUCH less accepting of you just sitting on your ass and waving your arms and muttering a whole bunch while we do everything else. I'm not stupid enough to force a spellcaster to do shit without a bodyguard, but don't get used to bossing me around."Janna takes a extra long drag on her cigar.>"I'll head out later and do the shit, but I should probably help out Voxl for the first few times."As both of them walk off, you approach Blueberry and tell them that she's the drug person. She begins to cry tears of Joy and tackle you.>"YESSSSSS! This is like, like, so great! Thanks a lot b- Anon! I'm not going to let you down!"She runs off to the brewing room, and you hear something shattering on the ground.>"FAWK!">"Don't worry, that, like, wasn't important! ...I think."You think about making Poncho some equals. You run through some designs in your mind until you settle on a 6 armed shooter and a huge tank, something even bigger than poncho. You can't really decide on a name for either than them, but you consider naming the shooter "Nacho." You really don't have a idea how to make either of them though. You guess that you might want a combination of 100% ghouls or 100% boney bois for the 6 armed shooter, but can't come up with a better idea for the enforcer other than "Lots of fleshy ones."1/2
For now, you decide to raise the animalistic corpses. The rats jerk to life without much issue, and while the cats take a bit of getting used to, you raise them all up without much strain on yourself. While your rats are stiff and jerky, they posses much of the same mobility they did in life, clumsily scurrying around and nibbling at the occasional lose strand of flesh on a zombie. The same cannot be said for the cats. Most of their limbs are stiff, and you witness one failing 3 times to get onto a couch. You do have to concede that most of the cat corpses were in pretty terrible condition, disturbingly a lot of them having... marks... near the... parts... some are doing okay, but most of them have pretty terrible injuries and/or jerkiness that doesn't make it feel like they're cats.>minions9 zombies2 skeleton1 skeleton (archer)2 skeleton (club)2 ghoul9 cats37 undead rats>Corpses12 damaged7 skeleton5 whole3 thug corpsesWat do?>attempt to raise 2 skulls like you did with Poncho's origins to start creating his brothers.>just raise some normal corpses>attempt fusion of two undead>smash up skeletons for use in ritual>Write in2/2
>>5078242>>attempt to raise 2 skulls like you did with Poncho's origins to start creating his brothers.
>>5078242>attempt to raise 2 skulls like you did with Poncho's origins to start creating his brothers.
>>5078251>>5078306You grab two skulls, and create the ritual circles around them individually. You reach for the skulls while envisioning what you want Poncho's new family to look like. As you finish the incantation on the quick one, you feel a large portion of your mana rip itself from you, and it's definitely stressful, but nowhere as painful or draining as any of the things you did when creating/upgrading/finishing Poncho. The skull rattles to life, this time with the color of yellowed over white flames wrapping around it. It whispers in a harsh tone.>"SLAUGHTER"You think the skull might be slightly elongated, but you guess it might be for aerodynamics or something.You take a small break, and then envision a bestial hulk of a minion as you cast the spell over your second minion. You feel another chunk of your black magic slam itself into the skull. This time you see the skull visibly deform, and it comes out with much bulkier, with a square jaw and a mouth full of large sturdy fangs. This gives off the color of purple.>"SURVIVAL"You feel rather drained from this task, though you feel like you could probably raise a few more normal undead before feeling like shit, and a LOT of what you currently have available to you before you collapsed. You aren't too sure about Poncho's new siblings though, you were really weak when you did Poncho's initial transformation in comparison to now, and you highly suspect how strong and how much mana undead like Poncho take to raise are dependent on the quality of the bodies.You sit down to take a breather and ponder on what you want them to look like. You still have no clue on what you want the bulkier one to look like. The Skull suggests something really large and beefy, but the only body that you've seen that even runs close to proportional is Pig's, and you doubt he's anything but a fat and genetically "blessed" human. Well, you want the quick one to be well, agile, and probably fight from range, so probably something with plenty of arms, maybe something out of pure bone, and you can like, stitch together a skeleton spiderbody? But wait, wouldn't take make her really, really slow if you fucked it up, or would the magic on the skull affect it?>minions9 zombies2 skeleton1 skeleton (archer)2 skeleton (club)2 ghoul9 cats37 undead rats1 whiteskull1 purpleskull>Corpses12 damaged5 skeleton2 piles of bone5 whole3 thug corpsesSuddenly, you see a note appear in front of you but it didn't appear but it was always there but it just appeared but it was always there."W4n7 4 5U99E5710n? 1f u D0N7 w4N7 17, Ju57 19n0re 7h15"Wat do?>Check on minions that can actually speak>Go take a break>Brainstorm (Unlocks pre-built blueprints for Siblings)>raise some normal dead>Set this aside for now, try to make a simple weapon using the piles of bone>Take the suggestion>Write in
>>5078553>>Brainstorm (Unlocks pre-built blueprints for Siblings
>>5078553>Brainstorm (Unlocks pre-built blueprints for Siblings)
>>5078553Change to this>Take the suggestion
>>5078553>Brainstorm (Unlocks pre-built blueprints for Siblings)Lets make a sister for Pancho too.>"W4n7 4 5U99E5710n? 1f u D0N7 w4N7 17, Ju57 19n0re 7h15">Write inWrite on the paper, I can barely read this dude. Comon!Just start sending pictographs with your notes please.
>>5078553>>Brainstorm (Unlocks pre-built blueprints for Siblings)
>>5078553>Brainstorm (Unlocks pre-built blueprints for Siblings)Reiterating again that I believe that the Siblings names should be Sarape (Agile Six Shooter) and Sombrero (Bone Tank) to fit with the theme of Mexican clothing. As a matter of fact I would be completely down for naming all our future sentient minions after articles of clothing.
>>5078867>Brainstorm (Unlocks pre-built blueprints for Siblings)>Support the clothes idea
>>5078553>>Brainstorm (Unlocks pre-built blueprints for Siblings)I admit I'm curious about what the god-boi wants and am open to hearing him out--and don't see why we can't do both--but let's brainstorm. Also these gods are getting awfully involved lately. Also: the new flame colors. When we originally raised skull!Poncho we had options of red, black, and blue and now we have yellow/white and purple. I guess this means we have even more potential siblings to give our boi.>>5078867I kind of like the name theme desu.
>>5078755>>5078781>>5078783>>5078843>>5078847>>5078867>>5078999>>5079032You decide not to mess around with a god that gave you seizures the last time you tried listening to it. You sit down and mess around with the rats while you brainstorm suitable bodies for the fast and slow brothers of Poncho. After getting the rats to fight each other for a bit and thinking of every anime tgrope you can think of, you eventually come up with a few forms for both of them.Fast undead>6 shooterSimply strapping 3 ghouls together should be enough, though if you wanted a quick draw crossbow type deal, you might have to only settle for three or four crossbows for efficient reloading. Maybe if you got a few kids and placed the on the forearms of the primary arms? It's not like you'd have to kill the kids, you could probbably find enough bodies for that eventually.>HorsemenTake two skeletons, rearragnethem to look like a horse, slap a ghoul onto the middle section upright and give it the skeleton arms, that way it could foucus on shooting while the skeletons foucused on chasing and moving? This would probbably stop it from going anywhere too steep or staired though...>Nin-ninMaybe if you just pumped a shitload of power into a ghoul while the skull was on it i'd get stronger and faster?Strong undead>BULKAgain, simple, you mash a shitload of zombies in there, then coat it with a bunch of skeletons as bone armor.>LegionMaybe if you smashed up a bunch of skeletons a little bit and mashed them into the shape of a body it could be like that gravelord guy from DS, it's been so long since you've played it... It'd take a shitload though, and he'd be too large to fit in basically every building.Hundreds of crappy designs float around you in magic trails. ...this took waaaaay longer than you expected.The note has randomly disappeared. You hear a yell from the main room.>"HEY ANON, I'M HEADING OUT FOR A FIGHT NOW, AND FOR INFO ON THAT DRUG, TAKE CARE OF SOLANA OR I'LL BREAK YOUR SHITTY NECK. VOXL GOT TOO TIRED TO WRANGLE BLUEBERRY SO WE STOPPED MAKING DRUGS."You also hear Voxl yelling at you after the door slams.>"BOSS, WE'RE DONE MAKING DRUGS, AND I'M NOT FUCKING RANGLIN' YER ELF AKNEE LONGER, I'M TAKIN' A NAP FER NOW, HOLLER IF YA NEED SOMETING."It's now late afternoon.Wat do?>get Blueberry in here so you can make sure she doesn't break anything.>keep raising dead>Go with one of the designs you brainstormed and start building the bodies>do something else>Write in
>>5079655Y'know what, maybe we can test out whether Blueberry's got magic now. And whether or not she has any ideas for scary AF undead.
>>5079655>get Blueberry in here so you can make sure she doesn't break anything.
>>5079655Fast undead>6 shooterStrong undead>bone colossus Here me out, instead for the beefy buy we make a bone colossus from eso and give him massive tower shields or something like the doors from DS3 since qm brought it up( we can add more to him if you guys think he's to skinny) And we begin plans to make the gravelord from DS as a form of suit for us to pilot, maybe get our hands on some large cristal that we can focus our power into and charge up to make as a form of battery so we can control it while we cast our spells while we are inside it Wat do?>get Blueberry in here so you can make sure she doesn't break anything and have her practice magic to see if she can do anything since we still don't know what exactly we did to her with the magic orb
Also, am I the only one thinking skele-centipede for our speedyboi? Like a skull and nothing but spin/ribcages/arms.
>>5079655>Fast undead>6 shooter>Strong undead>BULK>get Blueberry in here so you can make sure she doesn't break anything.>>5079969I am entirely game for having it look like a Bone Colossus, but the visualization for the Colossus is basically just how I imagined the BULK option would look like, except it doesn't have a solid ribcage. Either works.As for the Gravelord, I feel that's and end game project we should strive for later down the line, right now keeping our heads down while we're protected by the Pig is priority.
What if we had a pair of crossbolt arm like this?https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GAuxTXByc_oOr hand them shoulder mounted predator style?
>>5079969This but with only one tower shield. I'm all for one shield, but he needs a hammer or giant mace to bonk things with. That or a spear for MAXIMUM DEFENSE**with practicality in mind
Dead undead is dead. We dead.
>>5083454The QM is probably doing his finals like he warned it could happen before.
>>5083454He also doesn't update on weekends, but we'll see in the next couple days.
>>5066019Oh what the fuck? Apparently someone lives in the same apartment complex as me and was posting on this exact quest.Anyways, before we get to the update, let me explain what’s going to happen/happened. I really like running this quest, but I’m most likely not going to update it consistently for at least the next week, because I was fighting for my life against a humanities paper and two biology finals, and still have my last final coming up, and I can’t bullshit my way out of studying it the same way I can shit out a paper. Second term of college will also likely be harder, so reduced updates might happen, and I’m spending time with senpai so updating the quest isn't a high priority in the coming days. I also fucked up and threw away/left a shitload of notes for this quest while prepping to clean my Dorm room in order to get back to my family’s place, I’m actually typing this out in the kitchen while my parents are out lol. So that fucked things up quite a bit. At least it let me rework the slapdash history of the world.I promise that if I ever need to stop updating this quest, I’ll just tell you guys outright instead of just dropping off the face of the earth.Final piece of IRL/meta stuff, I meant to say dusted skeleton for the >BULK option, so it would have had like a full body carapace like greed from FMA.>>5079984>>5080036>>5080103>>5083207>>5083454>>5083740>>5083837
You decide the best way to go about making your fast-as-hell zombie is the simple route of fusing three ghouls, and maybe looking for some dead babies.As for the giant calcium shithouse you’re going to make, you’ve decided that replicating a bone colossus is a good idea. It’d be a really fucking big one and take a lot of skeleton but that’s a small price to pay for something so fucking metal. It’d also be good if you got some massive fuck-off towersheilds they could use to smash things, though you’d either have to kill something massive and carve the bones from that, or stitch together something using your magic.You also begin formulating a plan for a giant mecha suit of undeath, you’d probably need a magic crystal or constantly drain your own power, but frankly you’re tired of constantly worrying if you’re going to get shot/stabbed/sliced/immolated/mauled all the time.Before doing anything else, You also decide to grab blueberry. She surprisingly doesn’t look as high as you’d expect, it looks like voxl did a good job from stopping her from getting high of her own supply.>”Hey there… like, boss anon! Watcha, like, need me for?”You guide her to the resurrection chamber, and make sure she doesn’t wander off and break anything. You take a few minutes to grab the two ghouls you have to start raising random corpses to create a third. You thankfully just use a thug’s corpse and manage to raise a ghoul on your first try. You’re done prepping the ghoul body since all you’ll need to do next is to cast the spell.Six-shooter: COMPLETE! Ready for raising.You begin working on rearranging and readying your two bone piles before you realize something. There is absolutely no way you have enough skeletons right now. As you stand, if you decided to sacrifice all your current skeletons and piles of bone, you’d only have 10 skeleton’s worth of material to work with, and by your estimates, it’d take around 20 or even 25 bone bois to create something that would be as strong as it’d need to be in order to match your original vision. Of course, you could just cut back on the numbers if you really wanted to.10/20-15 parts requiredBlueberry is lying on her back and doing raspberries into the air.>”uuuughhh, I thought the Pig guys said like, this was a break day… can’t you just relax and smoke something w-with me or at least let me lie on the couch?”Wat do?>”Fine. I’ll smoke something if you let me try to do something with that dark magic stuck in your body.”>Start skinning the bodies in order to make more skeletons>just go with a lower skeleton count>Write in
>>5087109wait what the fuck I typed my *F* *A* *M* *I* *L* *Y* not senpai
>>5087112Word filters are a bitch. I always forget tbqh -q turning into desu. >>5087109Glad you're alright OP, I figured you didn't have any plans to abandon us and were just busy. I WAS a bit worried about the quest falling off the board before you were prepared for it, though (I mean, unless you can post from your original ID again it'll autosage to death in a couple more days anyway). Hope the time with the folks is going well.>>5087110>Start skinning the bodies in order to get more skeletonsLets take the perfectionist route. It'll give us more meat for our flesh golem tentacle penis blob monster thing anyway. Also tell Blueberry that we find this "very relaxing" but if she wants to move a couch in here she can.
>>5087110>"No, Blueberry, this is not a day off. I am a man driven by conviction. A conviction to raise all manners of undead creatures because I can and because it is cool. Taking a day off is for those content to wallow in their own stagnation, but that is not for me. For wherever I am, I must also raise dead.">bonk Blueberry with a Skeleton arm>"Now are you going to help me get more Skeletons for the pile or will I have to sic Ponch on you for disobeying me?">>5087112>wait what the fuck I typed my *F* *A* *M* *I* *L* *Y* not senpaiIt's alright QM you don't need to lie, we won't judge you for dissing your family to be with your beloved senpai during the Christmas season. Be the best degenerate weeb you can possibly be, your secret is safe with us.
I'm archiving this thread and starting another one tomorrow btw
>>5087110>Start skinning the bodies in order to make more skeletons>You see Blueberry, if you do what you love, you will never work a day in your life. Now either you get over here and help me or you just stay still and don't cause trouble.
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