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Previously.

You, a Goblin of the Goblinslayer universe, chanced to rescue the grievously injured Yang Wuhan, 殃污琀, "Calamity-Corrupted Corpsepearl", also known as Divine Demon, Wyrmacide, Sword Specter, Wind Incarnadine, Gore Walker, Blade Emperor, the Absolute™, &c &c.

You being on the lam from (shudder) the Goblinslayer, and Yang Wuhan being on transdimensional lam from a desperate alliance of (puih) Righteous and Deviant sects, you find enough in common to form a Master-Student relationship.

He now calls you his Toady (Tudi; Disciple) and you call him Young Seafood, or Seafood (Yang Shifu; Master Yang). You being from an Always Neutral Evil race and him being all ways Chaotic Evil helps: you both understand and accept each other's abuse and exploitation with a hellish harmony.

You lead a lost child, Uille, to her death at Seafood's hands, because he asked for the blood of virgins, and Uille's 5. You also manage to break Seafood's World Piercing Dagger on a tree.

For your idiocies, Seafood punishes you by joining you and Uille, now Gui Li, 鬼 礼, "Ghostly Propriety", in Unworldly Matrimony. Your already fractious relationship with Gui Li is made worse when you respond to her demands for grudge-debt with a guts-to-gullet BRAAAAP. Your daily performance of Conjugal Performance Ceremonies (pastebin https://rentry.org/x8a6vnmo) and your impossible gobby ChaRizzma is the only thing keeping her in check these days.

Seeing your martial potential by how you broke a wondrous weapon that took 99 years to make, Young Seafood also begins to teach you the Thousand Segment Carrionpede Form, then you both go to Plague Town, aka Derreschston, so that Seafood can learn about this world's magic.

In the process of skulking and stealing all over Plague Town you manage to find a Whitey Big 'At's (Deacon Omer) body and Whitey Stick (Deaconic Rule; wand of office), Plague Dedder Dust, and Sordyfagg's (Dfidé Pieté; Paladin Squire) dirty laundry, and ovver inneresten fings.

While you are scouting and stealing from the Mayorate Court, a compound fortified and manned by the TownBoss (Mayor) and other commonfolk survivors, Seafood is making local business contacts...

[BALANCE SHEET]
>29 Dedder Dusts

>§107

WTF IS §:
https://rentry.org/d27rseu5

[CURRENT MAIN OBJECTIVE]
>Yang Wuhan still needs 56LM
>22 days remaining
>Derreschston pop. 70LM remaining
>Current Derreschston Sus penalty -5

[THOUSAND SEGMENT CARRIONPEDE FORM]
>+4(/4) Hit Chance, +2(/4) Physical Damage
>Gui Li causes -1 to stat gains in Form, to a min of +1 per gain.

Prevs:
Ep1: http://thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive/2024/6051761/

Ep2:
http://thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive/2024/6068523

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A perfect circle traced in blood, with geomantic cardinals marked to match, and a Lein-in-Title of a House of the Dimmed, of Earth Under Earth.

One candle, minimal, of dead men's fat, melting into the eyes of a bestial skull.

A Word of Invitation: Abjuration of Heaven.

>sfx
>...hs sh vh a a ahh


Hail thee, magician. Name thy desire.


"I will know your prices first. What can be got, for a soul."


A bargainer? I like thee rare. For most, their fate for their desire. For thee, the earth free for thy free will.


"Earth. Your dam (mother) can have the earth. I your Grandsire am the Sky."

[ t̵̛͖͚e̷̹̮̽ḙ̴̢̆e̵̬̊th̶͚̀ ]
Brief morsel know your PLACE


"Feih. What good comes from speaking to servants. Bid your Rank Venerable here. Or whomever masters you."


Dust and breath that dares to speak

b̸̡̡͚̼̦̣̥̠̰͇́̿̀̾̌̏͛͌͌͂l̸̫̱̯͉̪̘͎͔̋̍a̶̡͕̤͇̍̏͗͐s̴̥̥͉͒̿͘t̵͕̠͇̙̙̃͂̾̒́͒̕͘ ̷̱̝̪͚̯̈́̌t̵̳͙͙͖̞̗̝̖͆͊̈́̓̃̂͘h̸͓͉̯̋̓̋̈́̊̿͐y̶̧̭̜̥͚͕͔̣͔̾̂̇̀̚ ̶̘͓͎̙͌̌̚ͅm̴̡̡̝̟͆ǐ̵̢̢̝͍̼̭̗͔͚͋̈̋̏͝͝n̷̬̺͍͉̉͜d̸̡̡̡͓̝̜͒̈́ ̸̙̘̘̉͂́̌̂̎͌̕͝͠a̸̧̨̛̹̳̪̪̹̰̪͂͊̌̈̍͆͝͝ͅn̵̨̢̮̼̫̟͚̹͋͑͘d̵̩̈́̋̀̽́̏̏͠͠ ̸͔̳͍͓̎f̴̛͚̂̏̔̏̾̏́͝l̴̛͔͋̿̀̈́̆̐̎ẽ̶͔̬̬͂̌̕͠ͅs̶̀̊̈̒͆̎͂͝ͅḩ̴̧̧̫̳͎͕̳̞͛̊̆̾̚ ̸̛͔̝̝͉̻̜̬̙̍̈͂F̵̙̭̟̼͈̦̀͝O̴̗̼̭̒̉͛R̶̡̹̗̱̪̰̰͖̫̋͐F̷̨͇́͒Ȇ̵̛̳̯͙̜͍͓̏̀̓ͅͅĮ̷̧̼̞̖̖͖͍͇̺̐̋̈́̓͒́̑T̶̢͙̠̪̥̉͜



"... ..."


er


"..."


Profoundest Sorceress, Prodigious and Beautiful, how are you-


"Are you gone deaf, dogsbody? I your Grandsire bade call your Overlord! Forget it! Now I will call!"

Another circle, made outside the first, encompassing it, activates. This one is simpler, savager: a trench of fingerbones tracing rude address, and a known Title of Ancient Envious Vanity.

... ...

"Mistress, Oneself your customer am dissatisfied. Oneself came to call with ready business, being observant of Territorial Courtesies, and am treated as a peddler at the door by this pig-addle. Not a table and a cup of tea, not even asking One's Great Name, but to One's Person, boor voice and lout hand raised! How shall you redress this."

... ..?

"The mutterings of a gnat are hard to remember. "Mind blasted and flesh forfeit" was it? Mistress, One has some forty of this world's Souls in hand. One will gift them all to Yourself, to enjoy a Day's Dure at Whim 1 . In return, grant One permission to blast the mind of this for satisfaction, and to keep its body for suitable purpose. It is to be hoped that our business may resume hereafter. In good term."

1: Infernal Usages of Contractors and Traffickers.

Translated: a Cosmic Second's (437.5 earth years) worth of imprisonment with hard labor enforceable by Corralage Means (crops and goads, usually), but no Grievous Means (degradation; defiling) and no Torment (crf Divine Comedy, Jade Record, Perek Helek, Hundred Paths Brahmana &c) permitted.

Unless Someone finds out and manages to interfere, they are very very done.

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... ...
... ...
..?


"With Yourself the Mistress' permission, I would confine the soul of a failed Righteous Adherent in it. A "Son of the Charity." "


!..
... ...
..! ..?


"Yes. To serve One's works. To mouth One's Truths. To eat One's filth out of Oneself should One so wish. All One bids, until the vessel fail and permit refusal. Thereafter, who can say. But till then..."

.>:j


... ...
.>=}



O Majesty
O Queen
O Empress

Pray TheeAAAAA
Ȁ̵̧̧̨̡̨̧̧̢̧̨̧̡̢̨̨̡̨̨̢̛̛̛̛̪͔̺̝͖̪̥̮̟͖̙̹̺̳͎͓͔̺̳̻̞̣̠͙̺̝͚̰̘͖͔̭̟̦̺̤̗̥͇͈̭̻̹͕̗̯͈̺͉͔͕̗̤̟̗̗̳̬̖̻̟̭̦̥̣͙̪̖̗̙̮͓̰̪̳̺̜̟̻̬̹̖͖̘͇͖͚̰̬̥̖̱̬͙̥͉͔̫̫̩̝̼̙͕̻̰͉̙̺̪̱͉̆̔̓̌̀͌̍͒͋̍̋̈́͒̔̈́̃̌̋̑̂̈́̓̇̈́́̊̿͋̉̐̈́͑̆̎́̐̀͐̔͊͆̆͌͆͌͛̈́͊̀̋͑͋̒͒̿̐̓͊̃̂̑̑̃͂̂̽̾̋̈́̔̉́͒͂̓͐͌́̐̃̌͑̋͑͒͆͗͋̿̈́̄̊́̾̌͘̕͘̕̚͘͘̚̕̕̚͜͜͜͜͝͝͠͝͝͠͝ ̴̧̧̧̡̧̢̡̧̡̨̨̢̢̢̡̡̢̧̧̢̨̡̡̡̛͖͕̯͖̟͇̤͎̹̞̮̭͔̹̝̫̘̜̫̻̖̝̜͔̗͍̥̘̰̱̖̪̩̞͍̻̗̙̦̹̥̗͙͇̤̟̪̼̗̙̫̞̦͙̱̰͙̗̙̭̹̭̻̱͙̬̺̞̗̙̙̣̰̬͙̫̬̯̰̭͚̳̝̰̖̻̪̱̞͕̦̤̭̺̪̖̭̖̳̹̟͔̘̙̗̦̞̥̭̖̰̰͚̙̱̱͔̞͓̺̳͎̩̩̺̳͙̬̝͓̼̳͓̱̠̬͚̦̝̮͙͕̰̥͍̜̫̥͍͇̤̟̙̰̱̭̬̞͔̠̪̫̥̟̠̺͎͖͓̩͖̬̫̹͔̝̜̦̘̞̻̹̥̗͖͇͚̬̭̠̘͔̬͉̺̣̳̱̼͚̺̳͖̰̭̼̰̫͍̥͇̺̺͚̗̠͈͓̜͔̪̝͉̼͉̻͖͚̮̖̪͚̰̹̬͇͍̼̝̝̩͈̠͔̼̰͇̪͆̔̃͗͗̑̏̐̒̇͛̾̿͑͊̏̔̉̑͗̈́͆̿̓͑̉̋̾̃̊̎͋͑͒̇̓̈́̈́͑̾͗̊̒̀̿͛̓̊̈́̓̓̾̆͒̿̏͗͒̾̽̔̍̓͌͑̏̀̃̄͛͊̑̊̀̑͊̌̐̾͂̊͛̊̋̀́̈́̍̀͒́̔̾̈́͂̐͗͌̐̋̕̕̕͜͜͜͜͜͜͝͠͠͠ͅͅͅͅa̶̢̧̡̧̧̧̧̧̢̧̧̱̺̬̝̖̣͍̺͓̥̘̪̘͈̯̙̪͕͍̺̱̹̬̠̠͍͚̜̞͙̖̼͉͎̫̹̻͉̬̮͈̗͇̠͓̺̠͉͈̭̱̟͇̤̣͔̘͙͎̺͈̥͇͙͚̗̮͕̻̖͈̻̺̩̣͙͖͚͕̹̤͚̳̘̫͙̩͚̩̜͚̺̳͕̮͚͌́̋̓̍͐̌̓́͘͜͜͜͝͝ͅ ̶̢̧̢̡̧̢̧̡̡̨̡̢̧̢̡̢̨̛̛̛̛̛͙̰̤̩͈͓̱̰̬̦͓͚̙͇͓̪̳͖͚͎̠̱͎̘͎͙̤̠̜̹̮̘̗͔̘̟͉̞̘̖͚͉͕̫͉̙̩̣̳͓̦͎̦͎͈̭̥͈̯͍̭̪̞̠͈̳͖̥̻̟̰̹̤͓͙͚͎͉̤͔̰͓̼̪̳͎̣̼̪̳͎̟͍͔̫̙̤͕̯̘̬̩͈̮̳͖͈̹̜̖̖̖̥̳͓̼̞̯͔̦̳̝̱͈̦̙̜̱̖̗̤͈̖͎̦͈͈̦͔͚̗̹͉͈͕͖̥̰̱̤̗̯͈̜̩͎̝͉̟̜͎͇̥̥̬͙͉̯̞̺̙͕̗̟̍̾̐̃̀̀̑̀̿̍̏̀͌́̂̐͐̄̓̆͐̎͋̒͐́̓͛̾̑̓̈̌̇̄̈́̄͐̑̃̀̿̐̒̀̿̎͆͋͆͌͒͐̈̍̊̓͂̋̿̈́̃̈́́͂̌̾̾̔̊̈́̈̿̒͌̎̊͊̒̒͆͊̈͂̈́̂͐̔̄͆͂̔̃̄̌̀̋̄͛̀̈́͌̔̏͊͑̋̆̎͂̽̓̎̔̑͑͂̎̏̋̍̓̈̈́͑͛͆̆͗̈́̒̋̓͗̃̈́̈̏͐̈̓͂́̏͛͌͒̔̀̆̌̄̀͐̂̈́̔̀͗͂̒̓́̈́̐͋̿̄̎̊͐͑͒̋͂̃̀̃͗͗̋̌̆̂́̍̾̂͛̓͛́̽̋̒́͒̄̐͊̿̿͐͛͑́̉͋̃͊̍͗̈́̓̉̃̓̂̒̌͐̊̀́͊̀̀̂̎͛̏̄͗̀͛̀͋͂̑̍͘̕͘̚̚̕̕̕̕̚͘̚͘͘̕̚͘̚̕͘̕͘͜͜͜͜͜͜͜͜͜͝͝͠͝͠͝͝͝͠͝͠͠͠͝͝͝͠ͅͅà̵̧̡̡̢̧̨̡̢̨̧̨̧̧̧̨̢̨̢̡̡̛̛̛̛̛̛̛͕͙̺̬̤̝̪͖͍̺̦̪̹̤̥̹͙̳̖͚̻̳̱͉̺͔͍͓̱̰͇̱͍͎̭̭̫͚̥̻͙̫̤̘̱͎̘͖̼̫͚͙͚͚̥̦̟̤̞̝̙̜̺̟͇̻̹̟̳̪̺͉̞̣̠͓̤̝̯̘͚̜̦͕̪̜̩̪͓͕̮̱͇̙̟̹͖̺͍͙͍͚̘̞͖̮̞̯͓̗͖̹͖͍̺̼̙̟̤̜̘͓̹̤̹̬̮͎̯̘̞̦͓̫͍̻̜̬̞̖͎̫̫̹̜̙͉̦̱̠̖͇̩̫̯̩̙̻͈̳̣̮̩̳͈͍̰̦͉̣͈̣̭̩̮̘̰͕͛̊̀̒͂͒̾̓̇̏̓̔̾̓̃̓̇̇͆̊̏͒̾̋̐̃̋̿̐́̔̉̐̍̆͑͆͗͋̍̔̓͌͌́͑͂͆͑̏̍͒̌̀͂̂̀̀́̉͐̏̎̐̿͑̀̈́̿̑͐̈̒̍̈́͑̊͂͒͗̀̄̋̑̃̏̓̌͆̀͆̂̆̔̂̑̆̒͋̒̑̍̒̍̇͐̎̓̉͆̀̉͌̌̎̔̽́͆͆̃̈́́͐̉̈́͗̒̍͐̋̃͛͋̄͗͒̈́̍̈̾̑̾̆̀͒́̈́̿͆͗͑͑̑́̑̎͊͗̃́͊͌̍̓̌̉́̊̉̊́̆́̾̓̏̍̃̃̈͊̈̑͂̆̽́͒̔̏̃̇͌͛͗̒̎̑̈̽̈́͑̔̉̑̈́̇̏̓̓̓̓͑͗̓̍̌̀͂͗̽͘͘̕̕͘̚̚͘̕͘͘̕͘̚̕͘͘͘̚͜͜͜͜͜͜͜͜͜͜͝͝͝͝͠͝͠͝͝͝͠͠͝͝͝͝͠͠͝͝ͅͅͅͅ ̴̢̢̧̨̧̧̢̧̧̢̢̨̧̡̡̛̛̛̛̛̛̛̛̤͉̮̺̘̩̮̰̠͈̮̳̩͖̗̯̦̤͍͙͖̪͍̰̹͎̠̫̣͔̯̞͉̬͍͇̪͙̻͍̞̩͎̬̠̥͕̖̰̮̹̮͇̼̭̝̙̪͍̮̖͖̰͔̼͕̭̜̥̖̟̜͖̖̼̰̬͖̫̞̺̗͕̘̺̞̥̺͙̳͉̬̥̗̹̦̩̘̦͕͈̮͚̺̟̬̟̩̱̤̜̼̰͖̳̭̝̠͇͇̪͚̠͕͓͔̻͍̝͓͕̖̟̯̰̯͖̥̝͉̝̭̟̩̼̯̥͈̩̳̬͔̤͇̫̣̖̰̙̙͖̩̿͐͆̋͂̌̊͑̀̎̀͗́̔͊̃̃͂̍͗͂̽͑͋̑̿͐̽̈́͒͌͒̏̋̉̓͂̾̈̾̽̏͑̈̈́̈́̆͊̿̃̍̄͋́͆̓͂̊̈͑̏̉̄̌̌̈͐̇͊́̌̈̏̌̿̽͐͒̐̂͐̈́͌̋̆̃̈́͛̍̀̍͑̊̂̾̀̋͒̓͌͐̃͋̉̑̑̋́͛̍̑̿̍̆͆́̈́̐̍͋́̏̂̿̓̽̾̌̋͒̒͋̌̀̇̌̄̓͗͑͐̌̍̈́͛̓̽͒̎̊̈́͊̈͗̓̎̾̎͆͐͋̌͊̿̊͂̉͊̌̃̈̿̀̐̏̈́͒͒͗͛̈́̈̓̈́̂̔͑͌̈́̃͌̆͗͆̕͘̕͘̕̚͘͜͜͜͜͜͜͝͠͝͝͠͝͝͠͠͝͠͝͝ͅͅͅͅͅͅa̵̛̍̉́͂̔͐̋̇͂͌̌̄̓́́̋̔̉͑̀̈́͊́̚̕͝͠

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"How do you find your new body, MoAo (墨襖
mo4ao3; Coat of Ink, literary, Coat of Learning). "

>I feel
>
>
>Nothing

"How does this compare, with your "Vampires"? "

>I
>
>
>Don't know.
>Immense
>yet empty.
>I have my own mind
>I possess this body
>yet neither recognize the other.
>Neither obey.

"Then make them obey. Learn."

>Yes.
>Lord.

[backlore postdump ends]

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>>6083278
Bear witness!

Don't forget to archive the last thread

>>6083361
Chived.

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>>6083278
1 roller anon reporting for doody o7

>>6083560
well met.

O7

Perfect timing.

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You get back to camp ... stop.

Derrs sumn hurr. It feels like dat bich Gui Li, but she's always with you, riding on your shoulder. You're used to her background corner-of-your eye spookshit. Dis spookshit feelz here-n-now n diffrent.

No finking, you get yer Dagga and Sicky out, start stalking towards the camp.

The Carrionpede Form is not the best for sneekibreeki, since you have to go low enough to nearly brush the ground, but gets through reflex blocks and guardstances easy and killykilly.

You see it: a tall shape, taller than a Humie, tall as a tall Binny (Elf; ~8ft). It's not even standing full straight yet: fing's slouching. No doubt in your mind it's a fing.

It shouldn't be scary, it's a bedsheet ghost. Black bedsheet. Wiv holes cut out ferra face. Okay, juzt a plain biggy 'ole for a face.

Nuffin da be fraid of. You just needz ta find Seafood and you both can take im. No doubt about that either.

Unless it arreddy kilt Seafood. Then you're going to start nopeing the other way and not stopping until you run out of puke.

You don't think this likely, but you take a small swig of Gnoll Glenn + Delectable Solvent, just in case.

You half suspect this might be another of Seafood's doings; he did make the Corpse Mill 1 overnight, just so you can moosh up the Plague Dedders into Dedder Dust. And you have given him lots of BLOOD n dedders to date. And the Whitey Zappy Stick. And the crumped Goatface Cup. And the Bad Magic wots needled on Humie skid meats. There's no reason he can't make a... fingy out of all that. There's no reason he won't, neither.

Seafood can do all kindsa shidd. YOU just need to stay alive and useful and learn his Carrionpede all up, and you'll be kicking and plupping all kinds of ass.

You're still trying to see which approach might be quietest in when Seafood's current little-girl voice pipes up.

"Tudi. Come here." How does he fuggen do it? You wuzzent even moven r nuffin.

"Yah Sweetfoods. Mm here."

You get out of cover, tentatively going towards his voice. Yup: Seafood's there, cross legged in front of the fing, which had been blocking your view of Seafood's hovel.

You take care to doff your body and keep yerz Daggy n Sicky before presenting yourself.

When you step up, you do a half kneel, hands clasped, facing Seafood. Normally you're not this formal, but normally, there's no 8' tall black bedsheet hanging around listening.

Seafood gets you focussed:

"Where, whom, what. Speak." You gabble, answering the prompt before it gets upgraded to a pummel.

Courthouse. Fortifications. Guard. Supplies. TownBoss ready to leave; gives the guardchumps prezzies of booz n baccy candy; a semi-hidden safe, disguising an almost fully hidden Telly Popper stone tile.

1: Large grindstones, a vertical one with a push handle and axle on top of a flat one.

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The whole time you talk you notice the fing doesn't breathe, and the slow sway of the tatters it is wearing is not the wind.

If you were any closer to dat creepy muvva and it so much as turn to look , you might have lost your nerve and just shanked it out of instinct.

But you finish your report. It doesn't move the whole time.

Seafood closes his eyes, lays back to process.

"Mo Ao."

Lord.

You shiver from it. There's no voice, just an 'orful feelen goin fru the inners of yer spine.

"Take off your Mute Garb (mo4 yi1)."

The fing draws back the part of the bedsheet covering its head, and the rest of it starts disappearing; shrinking into the gaps between bones and joints, looks like, but you're not sure, since this is creepy shit.

Underneath is Bad Ugly, a fuggen 'orful eyefull, but somehow not even half as bad as with the bedsheet on.

It smokes a little, all over; where dots of direct sunlight touch it the smoking is tripled.

"How does it feel, without the Mute Garb."

Uncomfortable.

Painful.

"Mm. Tudi."

"Yas Sweetfuds."

"Mo Ao."

Lord.

"Fight."

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>>6082588
>chose TRAINAN
>rolled 1
>no nat100 from newanons+oldanons to counter
>CURSEDCURSEDCURSED

[C R I S I S

[MO AO]
[Dimm Veyor Revenant]
[Demonic Undead]
[Aberration]

HP: 66, per >>6083914
DMG: 10, per >>6083915
Hit Chance: -15 summoning sickness, -10 aberrant existence
Dodge Chance: -15 summoning sickness, -10 aberrant existence

VS

TOADY GOBBS
[Goblin]
[Thousand Segment Carrionpede Form Novice]
[Unhygienic]

HP:12
Kludge Armor: absorbing 2 out of every 3 dmg, 12/12 Dur, minus 1 Dur per 3 dmg
DMG: +10 Dagga, +4 Sickle, +2 Carrionpede bonus = 16dmg total
Hit Chance: +4 Carrionpede bonus, -5 Fatigue, -5 Flatfooted
Dodge Chance: -5 Fatigue, -5 Flatfooted


Mutual cancellation of Hit and Dodge penalties for both sides makes:

[MO AO]
Hit Chance= -15
Dodge Chance = -15

VS

[Toady]
Hit Chance = + 4
Dodge Chance = no mod

[HOW FOIT]
[1 CHOICE 1 ROLL]

[CHOICE]

>TIME FER SUM BIG FINKS! WATCH AND DODGE ONE TURN AND TRY FIGGER SUMN! (gain +5 to Hit and Dodge by losing the Flatfooted status.) (Plus sumfin else)

>LEZZ FUGG DIS MUVVA UP! (Offense focus; higher roll chosen as Hit)

>KEEP OUTY REACH FIRST! STABBY SECOND! (Defense focus; higher roll chosen as Dodge)

>IMMA KLUDGE! GOT SUMN INNA POCKITSES JEZT ROIT TO REKK HIZ SHIDD! (write in; any previously mentioned items in simple combination)

!!!RUNNEN NOT ALLOWED!!!
!!!SEAFOOD WILL KILL YOU!!!

[ROLL]

>2D100

>>6083932
>TIME FER SUM BIG FINKS! WATCH AND DODGE ONE TURN AND TRY FIGGER SUMN! (gain +5 to Hit and Dodge by losing the Flatfooted status.) (Plus sumfin else)
This thing wouldn't dare hit Seafood. Which means Seafood is excellent to put between us and it.

Rolled 41, 17 = 58 (2d100)

>>6083935
forgot roll

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>>6083560
>>6083309
>>6083339
>>6083215
>>6083169
>>6082762
>>6082721
>>6082588
>>6082527

[ C R I S I S ]

ATTEND ATTEND ATTEND

24hrs

Rolled 54, 51 = 105 (2d100)

>>6083932
>TIME FER SUM BIG FINKS! WATCH AND DODGE ONE TURN AND TRY FIGGER SUMN! (gain +5 to Hit and Dodge by losing the Flatfooted status.) (Plus sumfin else)

Rolled 34, 88 = 122 (2d100)

>LEZZ FUGG DIS MUVVA UP! (Offense focus; higher roll chosen as Hit)
Go big or go home

Rolled 39, 49, 67, 81 = 236 (4d100)

HOLD VOTES,

WRITAN

Rolled 2, 2, 3, 2, 1, 3, 2, 3 = 18 (8d3)

ROUND 1:

MO AO ROLLED OFFENSE x 2
>39-15=24
>49-15=34

TOADY ROLLED Bo2 DODGE AND SEARCH
>54
>U MIZZD BICH
>52
>MIZZD X2 F U

•••

You totally didn't expect to get thrown under the horsecarriage just after giving Shitfool a favorable report, but why are you not surprised?

>Bcuz Shitfool is an always-bugghole dats why

Lesson learned: bullybuggs do bad things for no reason, because unreason-ness inflicts constant fear in the victim's head. If you get out of this alive you're going to remember that.

Mo Ao the Fing swipes at you like he's trying to claw or grab you; it's real tall, tentacles everywhere, didn't hesitate one second after Shitfuck said Fight, but it's moving like a biped, and clumsy.

You tuck and roll backwards out of its immediate reach, hear it clench sod.

You could strike back immediate, but nope: you want to see how it moves, what it can do with that stilt-walker physique.

Once you have some distance you make feints left and right, and it follows you feints, tracking and predicting. So it's not stupid, just slow.

It walks over or brushes away obstacles; it's always solid.

It doesn't run or sprint, just walks with short lunges when it's near enough; no burst of speed, no pounce.

As it chases you get up a tree, which it tears at. The destroyed foliage lets down the sun, and you see bitty parts of its face and torso twist into mist.

So! The Fingy hates the sun eh!

There's not a lot of sun here, but if you destroy a tree in the camp clearing, or get to the open road like 200 steps away, you could-

"Hold." You both hold. You get your Dagga out though.

"Tudi. Stay where I can see you. Continue."

>MUVVA FUGGA

You're peeved by the setback, the invention of new rules just to shit on you, but there's no time to complain. Where next to run, if not for the sunny road? Where-

You run straight towards Slutpoop. Maybe you can bait the Fing into hitting him, or crash into him; maybe he'll be annoyed enough to hit it for you. You can always claim it was an accident, right? Accidents happen.

The Fing actually slows as you scrabble up the roof of Shitfuck's hovel, doesn't swing at you like you thought it would.

Shitfuck says to it, "Pretend I'm not here. Continue." And immediately the hands come down, clawing down planks. But youve already jumped clear.

You've taken the edge off your panic, and you've got a tactic: you'll interpose the hovel between you, and counter when the Fing wastes momentum trying to get you. It will work long as the hovel's up.

>Mo Ao loses 3hp per round in the sun in this form.
>Hovel has 8/8 Dur, absorbing 3dmg per Dur rounded up.

Rolled 11, 39 = 50 (2d100)

QM roll round2 attacks

ignore prev post,

round 2 attack based on
>>6084108

MO AO
>66HP, 10DMG
>67 - 15 = 52 for attack
>81 - 15 = 67 for attack
>no typo; special ability

TOADY
>12HP, 16DMG
>Kludge Armor 12/12 Dur
>Hovel 8/8 Dur
>88+4+5 for attack
>34+5 for defense

•••

Those hands look like they're made of thick glue starch, but they're tough and land heavy.

You make a run around the hovel to gain distance, then into the hovel and crouch just behind Shitfuck, not touching him.

When the Fing brings its limbs down to smash the hovel and everything in it, you go on the attack.

You darted out a little slow, but fuggit: the hovel took all the punishment for you. Now it's time for

>KILLYKILLYKILLYKILLYDIE
>U TALL UGGO OYSTA BICH

You reach and get going, really givvitim: instep ankle calf knee thigh-!

You finish your combo barely reaching its hips when it recovers enough to swat at you.

A few tentacle ends chopped off from your rampage up its anatomy wriggle off you, squirming on the ground.

nerrh

[ROUND 1]
>20dmg inflicted by Mo Ao
>hovel absorbs 20; 3dmg per Dur, rounded up; 1/8 Dur left
>Toady has 12 HP left
>Kludge Armor had 12/12 Dur left

>16dmg inflicted by Toady
>3dmg inflicted by sunlight
>Mo Ao has 47HP left


[NEXT MOVE]

>GIVVIDIM! (Offense focus; higher roll chosen as Hit)

>DOJJIM! (Defense focus; higher roll chosen as Dodge)

>KLUDGE! (Roll to dodge and improvise! Improvise what exactly? Write!)

Current net bonuses for TOADY
>+9 Hit
>+5 Dodge

Current net debuff on MO AO
>-15 Hit
>-15 Dodge

[NEXT ROLL]
>2D100

>>6084108
>>6084105
>>6083955
>>6083937
>>6083560
>>6083309
>>6083339
>>6083215
>>6083169
>>6082762
>>6082721
>>6082588
>>6082527

12 hours.

Rolled 94, 90 = 184 (2d100)

>>6084140
i really put us in quite a predicament didnt i?
thats the price for high rolling for so long...
>GIVVIDIM! (Offense focus; higher roll chosen as Hit)
if we maintain dodge luck we can actually win. so lets focus on striking it down so we need less luck

>>6084145
>94 and 90
my redemption arc

Rolled 36, 3 = 39 (2d100)

HOLD VOTES,

WRITAN

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The Fing lurches on you, just not letting up.

>Mo Ao rolled Offense 36-15 = 21
vs
>Toady rolled Defense 90+5 = 95

The first swipe misses you with loads to spare. But the second! A reckless follow-up, with tentacles whipping in every-

>Mo Ao rolled Offense 3-15 = 0
vs
>Toady rolled Offense 94+5 = 99

Nevermind! Dat dum muvva tripped on it's own wormy bits!

TAKE IT ALL YOU UGGLA MUVVA

You get it good again! Full combo! You think most Humies would be dead already if they weren't Fighty. The Fing's still on its feet, and coming again. Not bleeding, full motion. You're starting to think it has no gutts in there.

[ROUND 2]

>16dmg inflicted by Toady
>Mo Ao has 31HP left

>hovel has 1/8 Dur left
>Toady has 12 HP left
>Kludge Armor had 12/12 Dur left

[NEXT MOVE]

>GIVVIDIM! (Offense focus; higher roll chosen as Hit)

>DOJJIM! (Defense focus; higher roll chosen as Dodge)

>KLUDGE! (Roll to dodge and improvise! Improvise what exactly? Write!)

Current net bonuses for TOADY
>+9 Hit
>+5 Dodge

Current net debuff on MO AO
>-15 Hit
>-15 Dodge

[NEXT ROLL]
>2D100

>>6084145
>>6084105
>>6083955
>>6083937
>>6083560
>>6083309
>>6083339
>>6083215
>>6083169
>>6082762
>>6082721
>>6082588
>>6082527

12hrs

Rolled 69, 55 = 124 (2d100)

>>6084169
quick update. nice.
>Mo Ao has 31HP left
i believe you forgot the 3 sunlight damage
>GIVVIDIM! (Offense focus; higher roll chosen as Hit)
stay on the offense. shitfool will be impressed (or at least surprised) when we no hit this fing

>>6084169
Ahem.
>>Stab it in the asshole and violate it

>>6084179
>but the 3 sunlight damage
nope, only if Toady commits to kludging a hole in the canopy.

>>6084185
This post was only a matter of time. Roll 2d100 ye damn poivoit; this will be understood as an Offensive focus.

Rolled 81, 88 = 169 (2d100)

>>6084185
>>6084191
was phoneposting and couldn't roll
Here you go!

Rolled 26, 18 = 44 (2d100)

rollan

HOLD VOTES

WRITAN

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>>6084185
You're fairly sure of the Fing's tempo now: like a biped, doesn't change. Stomp stomp, stomp stomp. And you got its reach measured. The next time it sweeps-

>Mo Ao rolled Hit 26-15=11
>Toady rolled Hit 88+5 =92

You put the Dagga into its wrist and start gashing your way up it, forearm, elbow, bicep

>gunnae getz yer SHOULDA
>zennz I'z getz yer FA-

It's forward momentum doesn't stop just because you're laying it in, doesnt flinch just because you put yer Dagga n Sicky in it: the Fing smashes the last of the hovel between you, takes whatever you dish out, and follows through, landing its intended blow!

>OOF

You feel several planks in your kludge armor snap, falling out of the double layered basket serving as a plate carrier. The impact went right through. Muvvafugga. At least it's just weird meat smacking you, not actual weirdness.

It takes another swing, not stopping that stomp stomp, stomp stomp.

This one you dodge: the arm sinks into the sod, the fingers and tentacles raking lines.

Behind the Fing, in the rubble of the hovel, Shitfuck pushes away wood rubble to get a better view. Cunt's lying down on his side, digging his nose. You haven't seen him piss or shit using the Pall Body; you'd bet a meal it doesn't produce boogers, and Shitfuck's just doing it to mogg you.

>cunt

[ROUND 3]

>16dmg inflicted by Toady
>Mo Ao has 15HP left

>Mo Ao inflicts 10dmg

>hovel has 0/8 Dur left; REKT
>7dmg carried over
>Kludge Armor soaks 2per3dmg, losing 1Dur per 3 damage, rounded up
>2dmg reach Toady
>3Dur lost
>Toady has 10 HP left
>Kludge Armor had 9/12 Dur left

[NEXT MOVE]

>GIVVIDIM! (Offense focus; higher roll chosen as Hit)

>DOJJIM! (Defense focus; higher roll chosen as Dodge)

>KLUDGE! (Roll to dodge and improvise! Improvise what exactly? Write!)

Current net bonuses for TOADY
>+9 Hit
>+5 Dodge

Current net debuff on MO AO
>-15 Hit
>-15 Dodge

[NEXT ROLL]
>2D100

>>6084196
>>6084179
>>6084145
>>6084105
>>6083955
>>6083937
>>6083560
>>6083309
>>6083339
>>6083215
>>6083169
>>6082762
>>6082721
>>6082588
>>6082527

Rolled 42, 77 = 119 (2d100)

>>6084235
How the hell did the scopsucker hit us with our godly rolls and his cursed rolls
>GIVVIDIM! (Offense focus; higher roll chosen as Hit)

Rolled 21, 42 = 63 (2d100)

>>6084235
>GIVVIDIM! (Offense focus; higher roll chosen as Hit)
FINISH HIM

>>6084237
>how did dat jizzgobbla hit us

Creature Feature. It can opt to hurl itself at you with zero preservative instinct.

Translate: it will just tank your attack with no intent to dodge, just so it can attack u moar.

Most creatures who are not berserk or meth-enabled do not have this ability, YOU included. At least one of your 2d100s per round has to be a dodge.

Rolled 100, 31 = 131 (2d100)

HOLD VOTES

WRITAN

>>6084249
>100
MonkaS

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Now that you've been going at it for a bit, you know the Fing just plows through.

You're mostly healthy, your kludge armor still goodish; you'll take whatever it can dish for one round and finish the Unworldly puke.

>juzz geddinerre
>take a lick
>n cut itz TONKERS ORF
>no wait it has no tonkers
>CUTT ITS HEDD ORF DENN
>N PLUP THE NECK 'OLE

Out of respect for the 100, QM has optimized Mo Ao's rolls.

>Mo Ao rolls 31 -15 =16
>Toady roll 77+5 = 82

You eat the clumsy heavy smash on your back

>OOF

and by trained reflex go into the Eight Transformations, squirming from the point of impact to face the limb, then you're squirreling up it in a killykilly frenzy.

You go as fast as accurately as you can up something with no consistent proportion or ossic architecture, taking the opportunity of its lowered shoulder to reach

>YER FACE
>GLARKSUCKA

Your Dagga goes in its nosehole immediately, and you lever it as many times as you can in opposing directions. Keeping your grip on the folds of its flesh with your feet

nerrrrrr ikyikyyuhkk

and holding the thrashing head in place with the Dagga, you get the sickle's crescent between the jaws trying to bite you, and

>YAHHHHH!!

slice through the tungg, the jaws, and the spinal column.

Without missing a beat you kick off from the Fing's shoulders with the head in your hands, showing off.

You flip through the air, sticking yer jolly green chubber inna skull's neck 'ole while flipping through the air, then sticking the landing

>TADAA

while holding up the Fing's head handsfree.

>>6084185

Sleepfull raises his eyebrows. Points his pinkie. Over your shoulder. What-

>OHH SHI-

You scramble, already digging your toes, pumping your legs to get away

>Mo Ao rolls 100-15 = 85 Hit
>Toady rolls 42+5 =47 Dodge

The golfsmack sends you upwards into the foliage. Yer chubber's gone by now; the Fing's head slips off. And the foliage stops enough of your momentum that you realize you are falling just where there's nothing to grab.

>aah shHIIII-
>DOOF

[ROUND 4]

>16dmg inflicted by Toady
>Mo Ao is REKT

>Mo Ao inflicts 20dmg
>Kludge Armor soaks 2per3dmg, losing 1Dur per 3 damage, rounded up
>6dmg reach Toady
>7Dur lost
>Toady has 4 HP left
>Kludge Armor had 2/12 Dur left

{{U SURVIVED UR NAT1}}
{{N DAT 'ORRBL FING'S NAT100}}
{{A WINNA IZ U}}

next post 12hrs for real.

>>6084298
thank god we made it...
can we get positive nat 1s and 100s from now on please?
thanks for updating so fast QM

>>6084298
BLIMEY
IMAGINE THE EXP, BOSS
IF ONLY WE WERE A HUMAN WITH A CLASS

>>6044784
i was invested in that quest before this one
sadly, the QM of that quest also died, but it had no replacement QM
im hopeful you want die on us QM

>>6084304
what is a positive nat 1 or 100? I googled and it turned up AIDS tests. (YOU) and the enemy will both get your 100s and 1s paid out in some way, regardless of your bonuses. Neither will get you an instant KO, but they must feel like a kick in the tendies.

Don't feel too bad. I wanted to give you just some kit upgrades if YOU beat the Dimm Revenant, which originally was supposed to switch to defensive at 50% HP.

But you managed to beat it so good I let it play meth-head for one, then TWO turns.

And you still kicked its nads to the netherworld.

You're getting something better now.

>>6084325
lol, only the Weak Races need class levels.

Goblins gain passive utility skills like Bluff, Persuasion, Perform, Climb, Swim, Intimidate, Knowledge (Anything without Reading), Create Improvised, Improvised Weapon Mastery, Tactics, etc, just from surviving beatings; this is lore-accurate per GoblinSlayer.

Thus, the Goblin Chief at the end of season 1 that took a Guild Raid to get rid of, is still regarded as "just a Goblin".

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>>6084345
link that pathetic display.

If it's interesting enough and still up after I have finished at least one Campaign chapter in Goblin Cultivator, I'm going to shit up that one too.

I probably won't get killed by boulders.

Rocks fear me.

As they should.

>>6084465
what i meant was that we got "something bad" for both the 1 and 100. RNGzuz has forsaken us. (the fact that you got a 100 on so few d100 rolls this quest is honestly insane)
so i would appreciate it if we could have the next 1 or 100 be "something good"
either way something interesting happens and i will be there for it
>>6084481
i did link it no?
have a look. updates were slow but it had great potential:
>>6044784

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>>6084511
ToadyAnon rolled nat1 for his daily choice; bad for YOU; QMonster rolled nat100 in combat, good for QMonster.

A horrid coincidence.

Next time YOU roll 100 expect to get similar or better treatment. Best offer.

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[BEHIND THE SEEMS WITH YANG WUHAN]

"Mo Ao. Dead yet."


No.
Lord.


Yang Wuhan finds the dropped skull along the trajectory the Revenant's body send his Disciple. Picks it up.

"How long shall you stay a skull. Can you call forth the Mute Garb in this state."


I can call forth the Garb.
I feel it might be almost two months before a new body rise
Under the Garb.


"49 days. Within expectation. Was there a reason you did not use any of your body's special characteristics. Are you incapable."


No.
Lord.
They are unnatural to use.
An alien sense of appendage.
I might use some of them if I was unhindered.
In close battle, difficult.
Even with practice I may take too long.


"Mm. Can you turn insubstantial. Invisible. Fly."

The Dimm Revenant tries. By turns it turns intangible, faint, slowly levitates above Man height. It attempts combinations of these, varying the effort distribution.

"Well."


Not completely.
Not all at once.
Not well.


"Useless. What tools of soldiery can you use."


Simple weapons, in life.
Larger and heavier, in this flesh.
If I wear the Mute Garb they pass through.


"Can you retract the Mute Garb from your hands to wield physical weapons."


Focus is required.
Or practice.
I must turn wholly material to fight with plain arms, or be easily disarmed.


"Special arms then, for you. Your Master will see to it. Do you retain any memories of the last mind in that body."


No.
Faint.
Of arising in the Dimm Lands.
Of long intrigue between the Eminent.
Of career purpose. Surveyor, Conveyor, Purveyor.
It has never seen the Queen, nor ever hoped,
Until my Lord a stranger bade her forth with Art.
An aweful development, of inconceivable origin and implication.
The last moments of its mind was Terror.


"Hmph. Any spells. Information, precise and current. Secrets."


... ...
None.
They feel...taken.
The pertinent memories stop, as paths in fog.
The path joins again, further in the way, but the city on the path, the memory desired, has been passed through unnoticed.
It is disorienting to try.


"Clever. No fool, the Dimmu Queen.


She is old.
Lord, to warn:
Careless address of Her is danger.
Only euphemistic, or deliberate.
This body somewhat listens, without my will.
Her mention quickens it.
Lord, pray thee, abstain.


He smirks. A gallant bow from a little girl's shape, form perfect, but of substance mockery and spite.

"All within expectation, Dimmu Queen."

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Rolled 4, 5 + 2 = 11 (2d6 + 2)

Shitfuck finds you hobbling back to camp. He waves you away with one hand; his baby doll is wedged in his armpit, his other arm is full carrying the hedd of the Fing.

"Henlo Sh-hm-hm, Sweetfoods."

"Forget the old place. Go that way."

You follow obediently. The moment you reach somewhere Shitfuck finds to his liking he plops down in the shade and commands you to build him another hovel.

No rest for or from the wicked.

You don't dare sulk.

Just fix up yer kludge armor a little and do one Ceremony before you go jobbing again.

[BALANCE SHEET]
>29 Dedder Dusts
>§107 -2 for impromptu repairs
>QM roll for new hovel cost and Dur

>Toady 5/12HP; no rest and patch permitted until later
>Kludge Armor 4/12Dur; no full repair permitted until later

>Yang Wuhan still needs 56LM
>22 days remaining
>Derreschston pop. 70LM remaining
>Current Derreschston Sus penalty -5

[2C1R]

[CHOICE 1]
>Serch Cherch MOAR (Ш) (familiarity bonus +15)

>Serch Cherch MOAR (Ͳ) (familiarity bonus +15 +10)

>Pit (familiarity bonus +10)

>Mass Grave (Dedder Dust collection bonus +40)

>Mart Street

>Mayorate Court
>Courthouse (Familiarity bonus +15)
>Mayorate Residence + Stables

>Skirts

>BLOOD
>by chokey choke? (GARROTE)
>by slashy slash? (DAGGA)
>[From whence? Write-in]

>KLUDGE / STABBUTTAGG (sabotage)
>[What? Write-in]

>STALK
>Towser
>Sordyfagg Sissy + ACTION (he suffers -12 Hit Chance and Dodge chance for your first encounter; -4 thereafter)
>Stumpy
>TownBoss
>Pit WatchBoss
>Else?

>TRAINAN (Costs §2.5/day for Toady to completely focus on training) (Carrionpede Form is currently at +4(/4) Hit Chance and +2(/4) Damage) (Gui Li imposes -1 to gains in Form per gain at this time; min gain is +1)

>ELSE?

[CHOICE 2]

>Day/Night?

[ROLL]
>1D100

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>>6084511
>>6084325
>>6084237
>>6084185
>>6084105
>>6083955
>>6083361
>DING!

24hrs.

[BALANCE SHEET]
>29 Dedder Dusts
>§105 - QM roll 11 for new hovel
>=§94 bal

Rolled 25 (1d100)

>>6084616
>TRAINAN (Costs §2.5/day for Toady to completely focus on training) (Carrionpede Form is currently at +4(/4) Hit Chance and +2(/4) Damage) (Gui Li imposes -1 to gains in Form per gain at this time; min gain is +1)
>Day

Rolled 26 (1d100)

>>6084616
>TRAINAN (Costs §2.5/day for Toady to completely focus on training) (Carrionpede Form is currently at +4(/4) Hit Chance and +2(/4) Damage) (Gui Li imposes -1 to gains in Form per gain at this time; min gain is +1)
lets do it finally (would have come in handy during that fight)
>Day
or night doesnt matter here i think

wheres anon #3 at when we need him?
does he think hes the avatar or something???

>>6085039
Currently out and about so unable to roll. Sadge

Rolled 89 (1d100)

>>6085040
BACK AND ABLE TO ROLL. Witness me!
Training by day.

>>6085088
nice save anon #3

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VOTE LOCKED

>TRAINAN
>DAY
>Bo3 89
>Reward for beating Mo Ao pending
>Reward for beating Mo Ao on HARD pending

>QM nap first

>>6085088
if you're a phoneposting filth like QM, here's a chan reader app that can roll dice.

https://play.google.com/store/apps/details?id=com.deezus.pchan

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Rolled 19, 20 = 39 (2d20)

Before anything else, Seafood tells you to move the two grindstones that make up the Corpse Grinder to the new place.

He says that the Grinder had already started collecting Unworldly contamination from all the Plague Dedders you turned to Dedd Dust on it, but you can guess that's not the whole reason. He just wants to watch you work.

Whatever. With the help of some levers and pulleys you manage to get them edge side up.

Then it's just the chore of moving them some thousand paces across the forest floor to the new place.

Seafood tasks Moar Ow to help you, which is just a joke: the Fing's just a floating hedd now, not that you can see it when it's wearing its black bedsheet.

You do your best with your new workforce: you put two ropes through its eye sockets so it can help pull the bigger millstone vertical and steady it from overhead as you roll. Not too big a help, since Moar Ow sizzles when naked under strong sunlight, and when wearing the bedsheet it can only exert a moderate pressure for short periods before the ropes phase through.

If Shitfuck hadn't told it to take off the black bedsheet you're not sure a chance existed.

You manage to get the Corpse Grinder to the new place and set it up. A short rest after that, you start grinding Moar Ow's beheaded body in it. Seafood wants some for experiments; the great bulk of it he leaves to you, saying that cutting the Dedder Dust you've already collected with Fing Dust might make it...interesting.

You do as he says, taking care to plug your nose and ears, keeping your eyes and mouth covered in wet flour sacking. You're not sure how much these precautions help; after this you are going for a mudroll then a waterdunk, to be safe.

Moar Ow helps with the grinding of its own body. This is not the shittiest team building exercise ever, but it has passed the semis.

•••

To pass the time, since the Fing's body is pretty biggy with a lot of unexpected cartilage, you make conversation.

"I killed you, you know."

...

"How's it feel, Deddy, loozen tuva Mastur Race? Will yer ancestors say yez lame?"

...

"How'd muh chubber taste? Gotza be a first time you tasted gobbjizz commen up. Mebbe it wuzznt the first time yez burped cumm? We've heard the storeez". You haven't actually heard any stories; this just shit Fighty Ones say around the campfire. It does seem to reliably annoy Whiteies though, especially Whitey Sissies. Maybe you can get him angy enough to tell you the story in terms of denial and apology (vis, coping).

It seems to work! Moar Ow speaks!

... Goblin.

You might want to get that looked at.

"Get what looked at?" You're suddenly suspicious. Fing better not be talking about your chubber. What you were sayen wuz juz joaks n larks. Goblins are not an Always Hoemoe-Gae Race, like the Vanilli Binnies, or their slightly cooler cousins, the EDSM1 Power Butt-hnrg Binnies.

>QM 2d20 for Dedder Dust gained from Mo Ao

EDging and StiMming

>>6085341
Holy shit. His body was so full of necrotic dust that it's worth more than what we already collected from a MASS GRAVE.

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"SEAFOOD! SEAFOOD!! WAKES UP!!"

He winces at your panicked shrieking, doesn't open his eyes, doesn't get up. He's counting something under his breath. You don't dare to interrupt him further, but your nerves fray as he makes you wait. You inch closer and closer with your crisis, to save time later.

Finally his fingers freeze in their count. With eyes still closed he says,

"Three steps back."

You do so, still holding the gray, fat, rot-pocked writhing fing in your hands.

He opens his eyes to glare at whatever you have to show him, and actually smiles.

"Heh."

You don't know why he's not alarmed; You're hysterical.

"What seems to be the problem, my precocious Tudi?"

"VAT FING! VAT BLEKK BEDSHEETY SPOOKER WOT YEZ SED TER FOIT ME! IT TURNT MUH PEEPEE INNA DIS FING! SEAFOOD! SWEETFOODZ! PLEEZ! YEZ GUTZA SAEV MUH PEEPEE!"

"Wisest of your kind, that is not a thing. It is your thing."

" BUDDITS GRAAAY! N ROTTY TATTY! WHYZIT GRAAAY! I WAN MUH JOLLY GREEN CHUBBER BAAACK!"

Your circular dance of dismay actually makes him laugh, and the more frantic you get the funnier it gets for him, and you keep cycling through a feedback loop of hope and hysteria looking at him, until he has one palm on his belly and the other on the ground behind him to support his guffaws.

When he's finally done you've run out of tears. Then he tells you,

"Tudi. Come here." When you're in range he scratches you all over, especially on your belly and thighs, centering your fing, the same way he did when he Wed you to Gui Li.

"Done," he says, and claps his hands once. Sumn icky that isn't pizz or jizz comes out yez fing[/ii] to scald the ground, and you suddenly feel like it's yours again. It's grayer and gnarlier still, but the holes are closing. There's an ache in it like you get when a bone or a deep wound's mending.

Not your original nice cuke green anymore, but it's bigger in all directions. And gnobbier. And prehensile, woodjalookadat.

"Snff. Hic. Wad happent toit."

He waves you away. Somehow that reassures you.

"You wouldn't understand. Two diseases and a parasite. As you have no Spiritual Root, I've turned them into a False Spiritual Root, centered on your... root hmhm. Tell me when you tup a mortal female of a sentient dimorphic species."

"...nerh?"

"When you fugg something that is alive and possesses language and ovaries you utter goblin." Ahh. So he turned you back Gobliny then. Coulda jezt said. You're grateful anyway, a rare emotion. He saved yez gerkin. Yerz never calling him Shitfuck again. For now.

"Fanks BigBo-, nerr, Sweetfoods."

•••

You spend most of Daytime trainan.

Gotta gitt gudd if Seafood's going to make Fings for you to fight now.

With Seafood's permission, you spend hours noif-climbing up trees with the Carrionpede Form trying to shank Moar Ow innaskullz.

>29+39=68 Dedder Dust balance
>additional minor reward for dat nat20 lootroll pending

>>6085341
almost double 20 is insane
QM continues to high roll...

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>>6085376

QM also went bugeyed. Handwaving like a mf.

Fresh demon corpse that got personally soulfragged by the Dimmu Queen. Whatever's left is +8 Narsty against the Living.

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Dis muvva is just annoying to foit, even without the black bedsheet.

It's gotten the hang of floating, so when you're not fast enough it always just levitates out of reach, forcing you to throw a shiv r sumn. If this weren't a forest with a branchy canopy layer and you didn't have a bow or rock sling, you wouldn't even bother fighting.

Moar Ao also started phasing through some of your attacks. Not a lot of them, maybe once in two full combos from you, assuming you're on target, but it's a troublesome development. You thought it could only phase through solid matter when wearing the bedsheet.

There is one good thing about fighting dis Fing: when you force it to phase, or if you clear the foliage over it so the sunlight hits its bare skull, it starts losing height quickish; if you use the sunlit patches to help chain your combos back to back, you can force Moar Ow to the ground.

Not having hands, just a bit of shoulder and couple ribs, Moar Ow doesn't have anything to counter you with. As you continue winning you get bolder.

And you twigg sumn.

The foit you had wiv Moar Ow wuz fuggen baalshidd is what it iz. Dis muvvaless Fing got fikk meats n lots bones n don't care what happen to it. It didn't flinch at all dis dirty cheap bastich BICH. It wuzzint alive, don't care for staying alive, proll don't even feel pain.

So of course it near kilt you: it could swing a plain smack, eat all yez slick killy combos face-on wiv how much meat it has, then follow through to get you. Four times it did this, fuggen no skillz no reflex no speed trash. And the gray finger-bone tentacles gave its swings some advantage of spread and reach, too, cheapy grabby glarkglugga. No bludd, no tendons, no gutts, nuffin. You might as well have been fighting fried dough.

Rigged foit, noskillz trash opponent, shidder Ref. Fuggen GARBIJJ.

When YOU fight, there's always the instinctive awareness of hurties coming, so there's always a sorty flinch margin in your head for ducken n rollen outta way. Smaatz Rolz, you call it. And Moar Ow doesn't have it.

It attacks accounting hurties already, not one fink about dodging. Sooo, if YOU accounts for hurties, n takes it face-on wiv yes armor...

"Reddy yer nutz, here I CUMMZ!"

When you give yerself no flinch margin, like yer 'reddy dedd, or finna die, all that momentum goes into getting KILLIER.

You manage to string TWO combochains back to back, without needing a patch of sunlight to stagger Moar Ow between them.

If Moar Ow still had a whole body it would have womped you real good in the exchange, no doubt about that. But against most anybody else you would have landed at least one combochain, guaranteed.

Fuggen noice.

Because it's not cheap when (((YOU))) do it.

It'z fuggen smaat.

>Thousand Segment Carrionpede Form Improved
>+4(/4) Hit Chance, +2+1=+3(/4) Damage
>ADD. REWARD FOR CLEARING MO AO on HARD
>YOU can now make your combat 2d100 BOTH Offense.
>hit on any>0

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[BALANCE SHEET]
>68 Dedder Dusts
>§94 -6 for kludge armor repairs -3 for self patch -2.5 for Trainan costs
>=§82.5

>Toady 5+3=8/12HP
>Kludge Armor 4+6=10/12Dur

>Yang Wuhan still needs 56LM
>21 days remaining
>Derreschston pop. 70LM remaining
>Current Derreschston Sus penalty -5

[2C1R]

[CHOICE 1]
>Serch Cherch MOAR (Ш) (familiarity bonus +15)

>Serch Cherch MOAR (Ͳ) (familiarity bonus +15 +10)

>Pit (familiarity bonus +10)

>Mass Grave (Dedder Dust collection bonus +40)

>Mart Street

>Mayorate Court
>Courthouse (Familiarity bonus +15)
>Mayorate Residence + Stables

>Skirts

>BLOOD
>by chokey choke? (GARROTE)
>by slashy slash? (DAGGA)
>[From whence? Write-in]

>KLUDGE / STABBUTTAGG (sabotage)
>[What? Write-in]

>STALK
>Towser
>Sordyfagg Sissy + Action (he suffers -12 Hit Chance and Dodge chance for your first encounter; -4 thereafter) (write in for Action)
>Stumpy
>TownBoss
>Pit WatchBoss
>Else?

>TRAINAN (Costs §2.5/day) (Carrionpede Form is currently at +4(/4) Hit Chance and +3(/4) Damage) (Gui Li imposes -1 to gains in Form per gain at this time; min gain is +1)

Improvement for TRAINAN is now Total of 3>150, OR Bo3 65.

Trainan cost and threshold for improvement will increase with Form level.

>ELSE?

[CHOICE 2]

>Day/Night?

[ROLL]
>1D100

>>6085437
>>6085376
>>6085098
>>6085088
>>6085039
>>6084769
>>6084657

36hrs

>>6085594
i dont know about you guys but i think its time we go rape someone
poor toady hasnt had pussy in who knows how long
and now that our dick got leveled up it seems like a good time to do that
we could also get a few kills while we're at it
who's with me?

Rolled 87 (1d100)

>>6085594
>Kidnap some wimmenz from the outskirts.
>At night.
knock 'em out if they ain't already asleep and tie 'em up and gag 'em and stuff 'em in the bag to bring back. Seafood can have the younger one(s?) that look virginal. We'll enjoy the other(s?)
Long as we keep them fed we can have 'em donate 10-30% of their blood to seafood. Probly closer to 30% since he's a hungry fugger. Then they heal up over a few days and donate again. Might be able to accelerate this by having seafood perform his amoral witchcraftery to push their body's blood generation to its limits at the cost of their longterm health (lol)

What

>>6085620
you must be new to this quest

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Rolled 1 (1d3)

>>6085612
The version of Pouch YOU have can slow decay, but most multicellulars will perish unless they have the appropriate Feats, Magic, Cultivation. Anyone you manage to push into it is going to die right quick. You might be able to time a boiling egg by them.

Seafood DOES have one that can keep living beings unconscious and alive; he won't give it because he knows everything you handle has ur smeggs n shidds on it. He is only able to consume the LM you bring him by extraordinary feats of coping.

>All other substances are untouched when I use the Crimson Banquet Essence Consumption (赭宴胭精, zhe3yan4yan1jing1)
>jing3 just means blood in this case and not semen also
>really
>no, really

To start your bloodfarm you'll have to wrestle your livestock down conscious and alive, which might be difficult since you are at a size disadvantage with no Strength bonus, Mysticism or Alchemy.

The benefit of choosing to spec KillyKilly is being kinda shidd at anything that's not killykilly.

But just in case you roll like kings again, QM now rollan for netgains per LM if YWH overclocks captives to produce blood.

>>6085612
dice have spoken: no net gains from overclocking.

Google says, 10pints per adult; 1pint replaced in "a few weeks", so min 2 weeks for your bloodfarm to see a 10% return.

I'm not sure you have that kind of time before YWH loses his patience and you lose your favorite brain hemisphere.

Maybe after this, when you have the kind of time to start a real operation....

Rolled 23 (1d100)

>>6085612
nice creativity, but sadly it isnt feasible like that as QM said
lets just rape for now and not kidnap
kill after (or do we want to breed them?)
rolling (cant really get better than an 87 tho)

looks like my ID changed..
i only now noticed
would you mind me namefagging from now on?

>>6085664
as you please.

no idea why people get triggered by a site function.

Rolled 60 (1d100)

>>6085594
>BLOOD
>by chokey choke? (GARROTE)
>outskirts
>Night

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VOTE CALLED

>CAN HAS PLUPLUP TIEM NAO
>87

writan starts in an hour

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Rolled 3, 2 = 5 (2d3)

Ohboyohboy (YOU)re going plupping tonight. It's been a good long while since you last struggle snuggled some sobbing wench and made her plopp a clutch of little (YOU)s.

The thought of preggen em by glopping right in theyz eggzbottles kicks your jizzgizzards into overdrive. You don't know what it is. All it needs is to be alive femmeat and can cry
>nooo nooo
while you're laying a mile of gobby plup innem, and it's got a #.

And with this fatty gnobbly, w r r i g g e l l y gutt masha you have a feeling they'd be screaming in pitches even if their saggy hamflaps were BRVVD n BVILT n TRVINT 4 MMT MVSSVV MVNVTVVRS.

Trouble of course is in that you're alone, no lair, no druggz, no Shammy Witchdocta to cast sleepy zapzaps r sumn; you're no good at rasslin at your size, and if you juzt shoved them innada Pouch alive they'll just die. Seafood told you.

So youre restricted to quickies, at least for now. That takes out half the fun already. You need time n private to plugg em until they love you, to see them pregg n plopp out mobbz.

If you're just doing quickies and carnt bring em along after, you'll need to killem when you're done: gobb pregged slutts always make a big noise to whoever's around, and if there's any suitable magic or medicine about they try to use it to bort the clutch you put in them. That's murder that is; if the Whities were really "pro-Loif" they'd let the preggslutts plopp all theyz gobby clutches, buncha hippy creeps.

Seafood sees you grinning absently while youre repairing your kit, sees the gray Gobbgantua slowly straining a hole in the front of your tuckeroos (gobby fundoshi) a warty girthy gray thrashing leaking tuber growing out of a goblin's crotch is impossible not to see , and says to no one in particular, "the jealousy of women hurry a man to death both sides of the grave."

Since he didn't say it to you, you think he's just thinking out loud. Seafood's kindy a poet; alluz sayen sum whimsy shit n refusen to elaborate.

Whatevah. You've put in more than a bit of work. You feel like you've earned sum Ræps n Ræproductens, gnehh heh hehh!

•••

You go for the Skirts, appropriately; the poor are noticed last.

Lone Ræper that you are, you try to source very young or older women for easy prey. Not a lot of either to be frank; the Plague hit the weaker harder.

Knick-knicks hanging out to dry is a clue how many people in a place, if there's a man in there; swept cookfires or indoor kitchen means women, while unswept and outdoors means men.

No lights in any of these dwellings, though a very few have clay-and-wick teapot lamps on a stool by the bed or on the main table; no one wastes lamp oil in the Skirts.

Your first victim is a bit oldy, a Humie biddy approaching the Crone age category. She's hobfooted, judging by the cane next to the bed, with a stoop. Not exactly a MILP, but she'll do. You just need her to scream moar.

>>6086800
first of all: nice dubs
second: what have you done with QM, Anon?

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Like the last time when you did the bunch of feevy Humies, you poise a chokeychoke over her neck, this one made of a towel torn lengthwise. Your opener is a Blood Dot, temple + neck left, temple + neck right. As she opens her mouth to groan you yank down hard on your chokeychoke, concussing her, at the same time drawing the nooseknot of the chokeychoke closed, turning it into a gag.

Then you're on top of her. As she tries feebly to grapple whatever is trying to whatever her, you chicky wing the bich: put a shiv up each of her armpits. That cuts out the nonsense. Then you stomp her hard inna belly for giving you shit, and she's vomiting, swooning.

Bich this old wouldn't have been plupped in a long time. She should be grateful. You bind her wrists with ready nooses to the headboard, her ankles to the legs of the bed, and get out Gobbgantua.

It seems to have a semi-mind of its own, that you can read and command. You decide to plugg her bugg'ole first, because that always surprises them, makes them make that face, and later when they see you're about to plugg theyz ploppa wiv yez 'orble be-shidded GGP Green Gobby Penor, they make anuvva face. You're a connoisseur and it matters.

>SEEKZ N DESTROY CHUBBCHUBB
>SCRAPE HER INNIES OUTY

"N-no, no sta-UH"

She stiffens as Gobbgantua zeros in her sunless deeps, and with one thrust you spread a portal to her netherworld.

You hear a cricking in her body before you're even halfway in; sounds like da bich's backbone just got straightened. The half-breath scream that comes out by reflex makes you koom instantly.

And you're still 'ard. Still 'orny. You don't need to switch out with the next gobb in line: Gobbgantua still chubb n stiffu.

You get your grind on and glopp twice more inna bugg'ole.

"Nuuh, nuuh, hhhyezzz"

She's stopped moaning and fighting and is starting to smile. This new tackle really is sumfin, usually it takes a few weeks for you to fuggem till they lovvit.

Then you glopp once each in her sproggploppa n her mouf, because you're a perfectionist, and look at your handiwork.

She's grinning eyes open, staring at the ceiling, flat. Pupils really dilated, hrnn. No flinch response. You listen for a heartbeat: it's very slowed, like her breathing.

"Woi. Getz up." Here she responds, slowly like she's sleepy. You cut the binds from her limbs and start ordering her about.

"Dis fat Chubb ain't gonnae glaark itself."

" Now squatt onnet. Make it werk yez sproggploppa like yez churnen budda."

She obeys nearly all of your commands, except when it requires her bad hip or her chickywinged arms; she knows what you mean[/ii].

Making her take yer whole F I N G in all her 'oles just about rekt her tho': jaw dislocated, 'braded throat, perineal tears, prolapses, the woiks.

She can still walk good 'nuff, so you command she help wivva next un.

>>6086812
Sorrah, was lurking elsewhere, didn't put the tripp back.

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>>6086800
MVSSVV MVNVTVVR TVDJA

>>6086871
Wait a minute.
WE CAN FUGG PEOPLE INTO OBEDIENT ZOMBIES?
HORRY SHIT

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You get anuvva old bich living alone, and then, with two together, you team up onna third old bich, less old than the other two, stacked and built sturdier.

Same as before: chokeychoke noose, Blood Dot opener, and then the struggle. Normally she might have been able to fling you across the room with one hand if she managed to grab a fistfull of you. But at present you've already unlocked the door to let the two other biddies in before you started your choke+Dot combo. The moment the big old bich sits up and start to struggle, the other two bodily weigh down her hands while you panic and keep trying to Dot her through her two chins, before giving up and clocking her right where the back of the neck joins the skull wiv the blunt of your shoddy ax.

You do enough trauma for her to be trussed like a pig.

She's alive, and more deliciously, awake when you do her. She's still trying to get away from the things assaulting her in the dark, when you tear off her bloomers and begin an altogether different kind of assault.

She bleeds more than the other two, even though she's moister down'ere, and her struggling ugly-cry just riles you.

You mulch and plough her like a 'Bama cornfield, sending what must be half a pint of jizz right inna eggzbottles each time you KOMM, and after the third fikk fatt ngutt she's smiling too.

It's weird, but you notice you're a lot less interested in them once they turn gray and start grinning. Even though the big thicky biddy's still got her mouf n bugg'ole waiting to be bulged wiv splooj like a pastry chef trainee's kreempuff, youre off it.

When you got the first crippy old biddy to perform sexual gymnastics it was novel, but in itself, rippen innem once theyz gray is... mehh. Gotta ask Seafood about that later.

You ask the three you got to bring you food; they don't. You have to sack their hovels yourself to find some postcoital munchies and gluggs. Hrnnn. They have no memory then?

You ask them questions; they just stare at you with their blank, supportive grins. Yup: theyz lost everfin up dere.

And you get to finkin and twigg sumn else: the first biddy you did turned gray from bugg'ole pluppen. Did that mean your slutts don't have to have an eggzbottle to get turnt gray? What if you plupped a Man? Men Humies got bugg'oles too.

You wouldn't normally, because it doesn't feel right, man-pluppen.

But itz not gae if itz to maekem gray.

Gotza try. Fer zoiance.

•••

Cuvkenmelle to a nauseating pain on both sides of his neck. He sits up gagging, on reflex and is hauled back down to the bedding by a noose around his neck.

He fights against the thing at the end of the noose trying to weigh him down. He gives a hoarse bark trying to shout, and his left temple is hit twice, and his gorge surges. The noose choking him doesn't let much of it out of his mouth; the surge goes up his airways instead, out the nose, chunks of his meagre dinner. Salt soup lentils.

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He tries to roll off the bed, tries to kick, but something's got his legs together.

He manages to kick a foot out of its grip, but then something hard and blunt slams right into his crotch instead. In the haze of pain the noose tightens at the head of the bed, and his knees are kept together again at the foot of it.

A whiney scratchy voice shouts from his side.

"Ey! Derr fat un! Gedd innere!"

The door swings in. He sees the outline framed in the door, eyes still watering.

"Elpe? The hells-"

Then he gives up reasoning. He's been cornered by Vampeer Ghules before. Just got to be quicker! More vicious! He flings himself, manages to dislodge the weight holding the noose down; manages to stomp a solid crack on the one around his legs, sending it across the floor, and he rolls off his bed, hobbling, knees inward.

Then Elpe bears him into the ground from the front. He tucks his chin, keeps his forehead towards her. For some reason she's not coming in for a bite. Too bad! She gets an elbow across the face, then gutshots, and he gets a foot braced against her stomach, kicking her off him with all his might-

And the two others come in again: Grellse and Feuve or something; bitter, gossipy old bags. He's nearing the door, touching moonlight. He's never seen them smile this wide before.

He punches one off him, one more-

And a long pain goes through his body from the side, into the kidneys. He tries to twist away, swing at it, but Elpe's wrapped around his neck and shoulder, weighing him dkwn. The two others reach his arms, grab and drag him to the ground.

"AhhhgggAHH!"

The pain in his side widens impossibly, traumatically, gouting blood.

It's still stabbing him! Sawing! Plunging!

A goblin! Rutting him! is that a cactus what is that?! I'm dreaming! I've died and gone mad!

"aguggug! GobbagobbaGNAAAHHH!! nnnngyAHHH!!

"Ahg! Hg-AAH! n-AAH! HGNAAaaaah~. Hah. Ha. Hyaazz."

>Toady has gained 5 Dimm Cult

[DIMM CULT]
>Can pass for Mortal by Day if not detected by magic
>1/3 to 1/2 of their strength and speed while alive
>Requires little/no upkeep
>Does not heal by itself or from normal means; Necrotic only
>Able to understand and obey simple commands from their genitor
>no initiative
>no ability

>Yang Wuhan still needs 56LM
>20 days remaining
>Derreschston pop. 70 - 5 = 65LM remaining
>Derreschston Sus penalty -5 -5 = -10

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[2C1R]

[CHOICE 1]
>SERCH
>Cherch (Ш) (familiarity bonus +15)
>Cherch (Ͳ) (familiarity bonus +15 +10)
>Pit (familiarity bonus +10)
>Mass Grave
>Mart Street
>Mayorate Court Courthouse (Familiarity bonus +15)
>Mayorate Court Residence + Stables
>Skirts

>BLOOD GETTY
>by chokey choke? (GARROTE)
>by slashy slash? (DAGGA)
>[From whence? Write-in]

>CORPSE DUST GETTY
>Pit (Dedder Dust collection bonus +40)

>KLUDGE
>[What? Write-in]

>STABBUTTAGG
>cause Sordyfagg's Telly Pop-up to :
>choice of stop entry, or stop exit, or cause 1d8 damage on use
>[Else? Write-in]

>STALK
>Towser
>Sordyfagg + Action (he suffers -12 Hit Chance and Dodge chance for your first encounter; -4 thereafter) (write-in for Action)
>Stumpy
>TownBoss
>Pit WatchBoss
>Else?

>TRAINAN (Costs §2.5/day) (Carrionpede Form is currently at +4(/4) Hit Chance and +3(/4) Damage) (Gui Li imposes -1 to gains in Form per gain at this time; min gain is +1) (Improvement for TRAINAN is now Total of 3>150, OR Bo3 65)

>ELSE?

[CHOICE 2]

>Day/Night?

[ROLL]
>1D100

[BALANCE SHEET]
>§82.5 + 5 from drops - 2 for kludge armor repair= §85.5

>68 Dedder Dusts

>5 Dimm Cult

>Toady 9/12HP (reduced healing when doing hrnghrng)
>Kludge Armor 12/12Dur

>>6086812
>>6086885
>>6086017
>>6085664
>>6085620

36hrs

>>6086885

Yes. Utility units.

Rolled 30 (1d100)

>>6086942
ROIGHT. We got four GMILFS and one STRONG N STOUT MALE ready to help us out. I say we:
>See if we can get them to understand how to use a Garrote. If they can, then spend resources to make Garrotes for all 5 of them, by day.
>Then, by night (when sunlight won't fuggem over) we go to the outskirts and go on a KILLIN SPREE with garrotes.

Ain't no way these isolated dipshits can resist all 6 of us. The outskirts should be CLEANED OUT by the time we're done. I actually don't know how many LM live out here compared to the other locations.
Uh. Also.
>Ask Seafood if you can borrow Mo Ao. He can turn intangible for a bit, so you can use him to unlock doors from the inside, easy as pie. Also to spy on people for you.

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>>6086961
your Dimm Cult workforce is measured as 5 units for crunch purposes.

For fluff, measured as four.

>Can has Mo Ao?
Sure. Here's the trade:
>Tactical (Write-in; he can lift-assist heavy loads, levitate slowly, bait or interfere with hostiles)
> -12 General rolls, because his weird presence unsettles normies; they'll look his way by instinct if he's too close
>risk a -20 Sus penalty if you fail your roll
>because he's a 8.5' Nazghul mf based on a CR 5 Wraith template

>>6086961
>sunlight won't fuggem over
Dimm Culti just look sleepy by Day; no bad effects. They start grinning when the sun's gone; can't help it. Anyone will immediately out them if they are seen by Night.

>>6086961
>make them garrotes and go AKILLEN

Dimm Cult are Utility Units. They can't manage anything as complicated and reactive as garroting.

They can however dogpile your prey, saving you energy so you can rack up moar killz; YOU get Degrees of Success Bonus for Garroting with at least 3 Dimm Cult; engaging more than 3 makes things too crowded for YOU to geddem.

>>6086942
>by chokey choke? (GARROTE)
>outskirts
>Night

>>6086974
>>6086976
>>6086984
Right, right. Modification to da plan then.
Chokey chokey with three of the dimms at night. Leave Mo Ao with Sifu because he's kind of a fucking shitter atm.
Make the dimms some facemasks that look like the kind of stuff you'd use to keep dust or germs outta your lungs. Good excuse for their mouths to be covered.
The dimm we don't take with us can uhhh, be ordered to do whatever Seafood asks them to do so he has some servants for the night. Might make him less cranky.

>>6087004
better idea (if possible)
make the dimm spread our 68 dedder dust around (by day)
this should give us some effortless kills over time
do we have an additional independent action?

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>>6087051
>can we send Dimm Cult to Cropdust Corpsedust while we do an independent action?

Babysitting is recommended, bc they need course correction or they will obey your last orders like golems, and then just stand around waiting to get collected by YOU or busted by a normie.

The Dimm Cult benefit from the Night bonus if you send them to cropdust; their grinning will only out them if someone tries to interact with them by Night.

Sending the Dimm Cult to cropdust will:
>negate Necrotic contamination on YOU
>Cover more ground; YOU+3 Culti can cropdust TWO areas in one night.

>6080423
Per above, rules for Ops Cropdust Corpsedust.
>Dedder Dust is measured in DustSpace; Dust per Space.
>68 DS means you can inflict a -68 penalty on 1 unit of Space, or -1 on 68 units of Space

>The Chantry of Ͳ block is 4 units of Space
>The Mayorate Courtroom + foyer are 4 units of Space total
>the Pit work camp is 24 units
>Mains is 10
>Mart St 12
>Skirts 16
>other spaces to be calculated if desired

>>6087077
How much of a penalty is needed to kill every living entity within a unit?

>>6087078
i would assume 100 (way too much for our means)

my other suggestion would be to take mo ao with us and kill sordyfagg sissy
while we leave the dimm to seafood for experimentation

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>>6087078
Throw enough dust to cause above -35 penalty and it will be noticed. That'd be like if a cement bag burst in the room. Anyone seeing a room like that will back out unless they are forced into it, like a pit trap, or you lock the door behind them.

Let's say that prolonged exposure of -40 will kill damn near anyone without resistance or detox within 6-8 months.

For YOUr purposes, let's say if you dunk -90 worth of it on their heads it will send them into toxic shock in 20sec; ditto if you manage to enclose them or trap them somewhere with -75 for one hour.

Here's what the Dimm Cult are good for:
>Bonus to large scale kludging
>Auto scavving cleared areas (roll extra 1d100, with -10 unsupervised penalty)
>Auto excavating the Mass Grave for moar bodies + grinding them to Dust (roll extra 1d100, with -10 unsupervised penalty)
>Faster Cropdusting (supervised only)
>Garroting gains Degrees of Success bonus
>infiltration by Day to enable simple sabotage or security breach

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[I N V I O L A T O]
{{AVALLARA GRANDE CAMERA DEGLI INQUIRENTI}}

Your Worship

By your will I have enquired into the affair involving the AB Archbishop L. of B..

The Witch-hunters were not mistaken in that Diabolism was conducted with his knowledge, nor the immediate execution untried of his person and those with him unjustified. It is my recommendation that they be given Notes of Lesser Reprimand and be reinstated to their former duties unprejudiced. Their action was warranted by an extremity of circumstance.

Though we should like that L. be discovered according to the Laws governing such matters, extending L. the offer of Repentance would have risked all the lives involved, and likely the opportunity to continue his efforts redoubled, knowing how short his time. The Witchhunter Principal made a command decision: it was not meet for his faithful troop to bear the risk for one who has so desdained his soul.

It is true: L. did consort with the False, and did by their assistance and advice conduct Rites through which the attainment of some Object was sought, though not known if it is truly his own desire or their design. As far as we know, he is damned. May the Charity extend to him, even to him.

The seeds of doubt that trouble us now come not from hasty judgment, but from a lack of knowledge only: were the ones called up by L. truly demons? And if they were, how was their appearance and manner so unfamiliar?

The Diabolic Summons and all entailed were usual, ascertained through my own contacts familiar with such matters. The original Proscribed Work containing those formulas is comparable, even identical, to those seized from other cases of Diabolism. The only difference is the result of their performance by L.

It is my postulate that L.'s uncharacteristic Demons only appear when they are Summoned by the Sanctified, or, less likely, in the presence of one. Proof I have none, outside of unreliable fragments.

The Cardinal Power they serve styles itself a Queen, in rivalry or parody of Our Lady. Their aim, if I must guess, might be the destruction in the completest sense of those that have been Called to the Charity.

Yet if there had been so committed an Adversary, how should we of the Cloth have never heard of it, even those of us sworn against them especially?

Here my own intuition troubles me, which though again without proof of substance, yet I feel very sure: we have never heard of these because they have always been with us, and those of us that have trafficked and contracted with them have never been brought to light, nor betrayed them.

It is my belief that L. was not the first, and at this time not the only. With Your Worship's leave, I would request Exceptional Remit to fully pursue the matter.

Your Obedient Servant

R. F.

Rolled 53 (1d100)

>>6087077
>>6087599
back to back dubs
how do you do it?
i will make my idea an official proposal:
>Sordyfagg + Action (he suffers -12 Hit Chance and Dodge chance for your first encounter; -4 thereafter) (write-in for Action)
take Mo Ao with us as backup and try to ambush and kill him (Mo Ao attacks first, Toady from behind)
>Night
Dimm Cult stays with Seafood for now

>>6086997
roll pls

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Rolled 23 (1d100)

>>6087737
In case your roll wins, where do you propose to jump Sordyfagg?

>Chantry, while he's godbothering (no exit, but there will be lights and he will have his dedd af gf's Holy Moly Mally)
>Scullery, while he's washing n tryna eat (he'll be nakey n unarmed and mostly in the dark, but he can try to run or improvise a weapon)
>Parrish Setter, while he's cataloging (his Holy Moley Sord is in there, but he'll have trouble swinging it in a cluttered room; higher dmg, but lowered hit chance)

[SPECIAL OPT]
>STABBUTTAGE his Telly Pop-up while he's in the hidden floor and lock him in
>STABBUTTAGE his Telly Pop-up so it deals him 1d8 each time he passes through, then engage him in the Attic

QM rollan in case
>>6086997
doesn't.

Rolled 38 (1d100)

>>6087746

>>6087787
>Scullery, while he's washing n tryna eat (he'll be nakey n unarmed and mostly in the dark, but he can try to run or improvise a weapon)
i dont believe Toady or Mo Ao want anything to do with his holy-moley weapon
Mo Ao should also block the exit if he tries to flee but otherwise help killing him of course

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Rolled 60 (1d100)

>we uh
>KILL va Sordfagg
>best roll 58
>+ 30 night bonus
>+ 15 + 10 familiarity bonus

QM rollan for 1%

>>6088317
familiarity bonus only for ambush round, because Sordyfagg is also familiar; net +5 in his favor for later rounds, if applicable

Rolled 10, 4 + 28 = 42 (2d10 + 28)

hp

Rolled 3, 2 + 2 = 7 (2d4 + 2)

1d4+2 for melee
1d4 for improvised weapon

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"Tudi."

"Yaz Sweetfuds." You both speak in the same uninflected monotone these days. Questions are ultimately unnecessary.

He waves a little finger over the various killykilly instruments you've prepared and are in the process of sharpening. Mostly the sickle and shoddy axe, plus a couple couple shivs just in case.

"Your killing intent has improved. Do you intend to see blood tonight."

"Yaz Sweetfuds. Finna kill der Sordyfagg Sissy wot lives inna cherch."

"Oh? Mo Ao."

Lord.

"Would you like to help kill a "Scaromate" Disciple tonight."

... ...
I will as my Lord wills.

"Waste-talk; indeed you do. Need you even say it. But I asked if you wanted."

... ...
No.

"Then the more you must. Tudi, take this brainless fen2pu3 (坟仆, grave servant) with you. No arms no legs, but it can take a few blows on its forehead. Mo Ao, heed him."

Yes Lord.

You've been meaning to ask to bring Moar Ow along too, just waiting for the right opening to bother Seafood. He just hasn't opened his eyes till now, just counted on his fingers with his eyes closed, mutter jibberjabber, n played with ... fingys.

"Yaz Sweetfuds. Fanks Sweetfuds."

"Heed, Tudi: don't let that Righteous Adherent reach his weapons, or the altar of his temple. Once he does, keep Mo Ao back and settle him yourself. Understand."

"Yaz Sweetfuds. Mma do."

°°°

You go a teeny bit early, while there's still sun, leading Moar Ow through the emptied skirts and the alleys between the houses you cleared on Main. It's not really a shortcut, since there's lots of bends and fences and things, but it's plenty cover for a tall biggy bedsheet to get around, and you know there's no one in those places to feel the heebeejeebees it gives off.

On the way, you think on Seafood's advice. You'd have tried to gibb the Sordyfagg while he was bent over on the ground in the Chantry, but maybe that wasn't such a good idea after all, since Moar Ow is with you. You did such a good job onnim he's still regenerating; if he takes some Whitey magic inna face and gets re-dedded Seafood will lose his turnip.

You reach the Cherch in good time, as planned: the workchumps have gone off, and Sordy Sissy will be out of his room for dindins soon.

He comes earlier than expected. He's not cooking: he gets nikked and gets a washboard out, starts scrubbing his soaked clothes inna tin tub. Laundry day.

You post Moar Ow in the far shadows, behind a blindspot.

"roit. yous stay ere, count to two hunnerd once I'm gone dis way. Den you go down dere, turn in lefty dat way. he's nakey n scrubben 'iz tuckeroos. Yez carnt smakkem yet, so jezt swoop onnem. Likes a ghost, see. scare him innada kitchin, to the door outavit. go slow. tell yez moar lader.

... ...

Moar Ow takes up its position, slouching more. You're not sure if it heard you.

"woi. yez deaf. hear what I sez."

Yes.

Two hundred counts after you.

Scare him into the scullery, then out of it.

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Rolled 8, 27 = 35 (2d100)

1d100+20 for Mo Ao's jumpscare

1d100 for Pieté's nerve

>>6088452
Just barely good enough. Mo Ao, you fuck, stop doing the bare minimum!

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You scuttle off to the front of Ͳ, counting under your breath.

When you reach the heavy scullery door you get out the doorstop from your Pouch, and jam it in the gap under the door. Since the scullery door opens outward into the hallway, it should stop him a little; Sordy will have to brute his way through, so he'll have no momentum when you givvidim.

Once there you get to listening. His splashing and scrubbing at the washboard is quite audible.

It stops.

Stops.

"VELARE MALVAAHH!"

Moar Ao just met him, scared off his Whitey whities; your cue.

You get into the Form, one step from the full swing of the door, Daggy n Sicky reddy fer bizniz.

You hear a loud scraping clatter, a splash.

"INGGANEVOLE!" A clang; something thrown. Frying pan? Clearly it missed.

There's one second you almost hear him trying to decide.

A crash, and another; table, chairs.

Then you hear bare feet coming towards the door, and you brace.

Boom!

"Diavolo! Cazza finte!"

BOOM

The first jarr loosened the doorstop; the second one flung the door full open, and you, with your new perspective on suicidal attacks, rush in n GIVVIDIM.

>42hp - 16 -16
>=10hp

He bowls past you, but you really goddem. Near anyone else be dedd.

He's running, trailing blood n gasping.

"Mani Consio!

>Healing Hands heals 15hp
>25hp

His speed picks up immediately. Shit! He's got personal zapzaps! Fuggen Fighty 'Un baalskeet!

He's nearly at {C U R A}, slowing down! Picking up sumn on the ground!

[WAT DO WAT DO WAT DO]
>SUICIDEY AGAIN! (both 1d100s are Attack)

>GIVVIDIM BUT NORMALLY! (1attack 1def)

>TIME FOR BIGG FINKS! (2defense, order Mo Ao)

[R O L L]

>2D100

24hrs

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>>6087991
>>6087737
>>6086961

Sil vou plait, mignons.

Rolled 70, 96 = 166 (2d100)

>>6088493
>SUICIDEY AGAIN! (both 1d100s are Attack)
FUCK YOU
HEAL FROM THIS YOU BASTARD
HOPE WE COATED OUR KNIVES WITH SHIT N DEADDER DUST BEFORE THIS JUST TO MAKE SURE

>>6088504
you might have gotten feces and dedder dust on your weapons from what you've been up to and down in, but this guy a Paladin; Immune to Disease is a Class feature. Sepsis is a foreign word to these people.

Rolled 64, 99 = 163 (2d100)

>>6088504
agree
lets fuck him up good
>SUICIDEY AGAIN! (both 1d100s are Attack)

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>>6088604
>99
damn

Rolled 37, 59 = 96 (2d100)

>>6088493
>SUICIDEY AGAIN! (both 1d100s are Attack)

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>SHIVVKREIGG!
>96
>99
>DIE U WHITEY FIGHTY BASTICH BICH
GREEN PAWWA!!!

The rewards of Bo3 are... considerable.

Txtgen happens in 14 hours.

Rolled 36, 23 = 59 (2d100)

%

>>6088657
please let these low rolls be a good thing

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>>6088661
rollan for Pieté

looks like he's gibbt

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>>6088605

Whateveh he finna do, he boudda do!

But yer gonnae do YOU!

" EY HWYTE-KEK! WHAT FACE YOU MAKE WHEN YEZ PLUPPT HER NUN-KUNT DA FIRST TIME!"

He flinches like you just thwacked him the back of the head with a sloppy mop.

>rolled 96+4 to Hit
>vs 23 + 5 Familiarity Bonus - 12 Vulnerability Penalty
>GODDIM

You're not letting up, barely even thinking at this point. Just smack him the same place with the same brick; it's so audacious no one ever expects it.

You've been stewwen n cooken zingers juzt for dis hoehole from the first time you saw his flabboi Whitoid sadgecuck simp$0¡ azz.

"YER MUNTY SUGGS GLARK IN HELL HWYTEBOI! SHE TRAIN RIDIN' M.M.T. AND G.G.C. WIV HEARTS INNER EYS!"

"¶WE PLUPP ungh!
¶WE PLAPP!
¶WE WEAR 'ER LIKE A HAT!"


https://youtu.be/sZBR0MvJypc?si=RaBU0x3o1iklbUvA

He actually turns! DUMDUM DEDD!!!

>rolled 99+4 Hit
>vs 36 + 5 Familiarity Bonus - 12 Vulnerability Penalty

He tries to dodge, but youre already in his zone! Your tailor-trimmed and targeted shittalk makes his already unsavable situation even worse!

He makes a jerky, unsure attempt to get away from the aerial blender of blades that is YOU, and it's not GUDDINUFF!!!

You hook in his wrist wiv yez Sicky, stick in yez Dagga wivva practiced systematic shunk shunk shunk through the wrist, inner elbow, and then swing-climb on the other wrist and inner elbow coming up to block you.

>Hit for 17 dmg forgot your Form upgrade; retroactively accounted
>25 - 17 = 8hp

Yez not stoppan; goan OAL ENN! You drop to his side past his useless hands shunkshunkshunkshunkshunk from ribz to crotch, and he slumps, his strength leaving.

He opens his mouth!

>Ah naw yez DOWNT!

Yez Dagga goes in SHKK. Don't needza hear yez last woids faggit! Die wivvem unsedd!

Juzt to be sure, you push the Dagga forward, levering his skull back, and saw yez Sicky cross his neck till you reach bone.

>Heal VAT!
>BICH.

>Hit for 17 dmg UNBLOCKABLE
>8hp - 17 = -9hp

Then you see what he was trying to do: there's a Whitey rune circle on the floor. Sumn prepped from before.

Shit! You're in it. But you've committed to SUICIDEY KILLYKILLY, and you're gonnae eat what's commen wiv yez tuffy gobba FACE!

"GnnaaAAH!"

%%% FSSSH %%%

>12 Radiant Damage from pre-prepped Explosive Rune, re-keyed from VS Undead to VS Evil
>Toady HP 9/12 - 4 = 5hp
>Toady Kludge Armor Dur 12/12 - 4 = 8/12Dur

Ooch! Hott! Hott! Ahh, should have healed up before starten, shidd!

But yez should see da ovva guy:

Collapsed on his side, bleeding from three times more holes than he wuz born wiv, mouf enlargement, and a second cope-hole opened up inniz froat.

>..neh?

Not dedd, even after all that? No, no, he dedd fr fr. It's just his last few seconds.

He's...tryna reach sumn?

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Rolled 9, 8, 10, 17, 4, 17, 9, 12, 17, 1 = 104 (10d20)

Ohh. Wants his girly's goldy mally, wot he left by the door to his room.

You move it juuuust away.

>nooooope
>lal

Ooh, the pain onniz face, just before his light fades! Fuggen groose bumpz, izza izza! Now yez alluz gotta gudd 'un to tell ovva gobboys over eatz n swiggs. If yez evva have a mobb again.

Oh well!

You yoink the Holy Moley Mally, Holy Moley Book, shove everfin in wiv Sordyfagg's body innada Pouch.

Then you post Moar Ow as lookout while you go about cleaning up Ͳ, sopping up the blood with dry rags, then mopping up with wet rags. You use yez keen gobby schnozz to sniff out droplets wot got splatted where you carnt see, then you splash it wiv dirty soap water and mop again. Knowing that Towser exists is reason enough for the extra work.

If you ever fight that fleafactory mogger it will be on your terms.

All done, you put the table, chairs, and etc in the scullery back proppa-like, and get to lewtn Sordyfagg's room.

°°°

There's a finer touch needed when you lewtz someone wots dedd and supposed not to be. Yez carnt take everfin dat don't make sense for their taking.

Like the whole shelf of sorted gimgams n gubbins. Like all the big fatty toily books wivva gold edging on the other shelf.

But the things he might take if he went out, like hiz Sord n belts, hiz smol moneys, iron brims, smol helff potts onna belt bag, sum good levva vests, you bag.

Things that other people shouldn't know about, you bag: couple goldy rings inna velvy box, four crystal bottles of BIG booz, one teeny black corked bottle wivva drippy noif label, smellz reeeely spikey noisop nogrog, an extra fikk pot wiv purple speckles in, fings like that.

And of course, the big keyhoop you've seen him go about with.

Without the Wondrous Pillager Pouch it would have taken at least a mobb of ten to haul all that safely into the night.

The night's only half over; it's not even moon-drop yet. But yez don't want to stick here long, just in case.

Yez wantza getz back, patch up, n count lewts!

Yez gonna give Seafood his divvy, of course: one and half of the BIG boozes, you bury the rest, savem for badder days, the Sord n Mally, the big purp pot.

But the rest is YOUrs!

QM rollan lewts

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[MARTELLETO SOCCORA]
[Csarfena's Gave]

Dmg +4

Spell Charges:
>Sicuro Fulmine 3/3 (Holy Bolt)
>Valoranima 1/1 (Heroism)
>Guarire 2/2 (Heal)
>Immagine del'ente Carita 1/1 (Channel Divinity: Heal)

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[AVVINCENTE DIVORZIO]
[Pieté's Brand]

+8dmg +1 Radiant dmg

Spell Charges:
>Bellico Favore 4/4 (Divine Grace; +2 Radiant dmg for 2 rounds)
>Marchio Ira 2/2 (Wrathful Smite; +2 dmg and inflict Terror for 1 round)
>Immagine del'ente Carita 1/1 (Channel Divinity: Judge; +9 to Hit, +3 Radiant dmg for 3 rounds)

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>>6089347
>>6089359
both are Proscribed Productions; only saleable in Criminal Economies.

Church Adherents will recognize them.

Picrel is receipts that Pieté would have been either tedious or dangerous to fight if not ambushed literally naked.

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edit

>Sicuro Fulmine 3/3 (Holy Bolt; 4 Radiant dmg)
>Valoranima 1/1 (Heroism; remove and immune Terror 2 turns, and +3hp in a zone)
>Guarire 2/2 (Heal +6hp)
>Immagine del'ente Carita 1/1 (Channel Divinity: Heal +10hp in a zone)

in terms of hierarchy, Csarfena ranked higher.

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"Aiih, to think that the Great Oneself should be reduced to a Goblin's nanny. Too far beyond the stretch of language! What Reason arrives thus? Haaaih." Dark Luminary, Blade Emperor, None Beyond, &c, sighed loudly for someone to hear and cower, or simper and pander. Either would do, so long as he felt Served.

He used to have empires at heel. Temples of hierodules fitted and supplied for his...appetites. Sorceror armies made of the eunuch sons of his enemies; a forest of black spears, each one marking the end of a noble or gifted bloodline.

All that sway and extravagancr now reduced to one greenoid with no hygiene and no manners, and a hovel at the edge of a ghost town.

Not that he stayed despondent for long: there is no need to mourn the present beyond what is needed to crave the future twice as hard!

He had been playing with these Dimm Culti for a bit, since his murderous disciple had gone off to help someone Across the Yellow Font, hmhm; they're a basic Deviant Alchemic creation: Living Crucibles, or Flesh Caulds.

A low kind of Cultivation, or very poorly explored, since its practitioners were usually just dirty old men, or young talents too easily distracted by the pleasure of the process to strive for attainment.

In a competent cultivator these Flesh Caulds would remain sentient, retaining most of their mind and memory, though volition constrained by spells and charms. The point of it was to burn up their Spiritual Root to form a Spirit Core for the cultivator to consume. These, being made from peasants, have no Root to begin with, so they could only be used as normal Alchemic Caulds, producing Pills and Medicines out of the rarities fed in.

As Alchemic Caulds go, these are of Poor quality, barely good enough for Exterior Disciples to practice on. The good was, Tudi's natural fecundity augmented by his new False Spiritual Root, meant that he could reliably create many of these, or as many as they needed.

If only they could take instruction! Then they could gather the herbs and so forth themselves and process it automatically. Haaih. Worthless.

This loss of mind and memory was that so-termed "Dimmu Queen"'s doing. Through these Dimm Culti she was extending her vision, if not also her reach, into this Mundane Realm.

Normally the Absolute™ would not take kindly to such intrusions on his privacy. But for Her he permitted it: if there was some way for her to reach into this Realm using these gray grinning dimwits he wanted to see it happen with his own eyes. If he understood her motivations he would tempt her to it, just to see, because to see is to discover, as to know is to learn.

He was already working out how they fed sensation and information back to Dimmu; if the knowledge of reaching into the Dimm Realm ever came into his grasp, the so-termed Queen's reign would be pleasantly shortened, and he, Yang Wuhan, will have One Crown Dominion over Two Realms! No less deserves the Absolute™!

•••

"You're back, Tudi. What's good."

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And it was not bad:

Two magic weapons, and a small variety of this world's alchemic produce in the form of potions, a bloodstained Sutra. Loath as he was to pick up any dogshit Righteous collection of contrived parables and meaningless fairytales, he needed to know their foundational texts fairly well to masquerade as Righteous. In the natural course of things the Righteous sects present themselves resplendent, transparent, upright, and obvious (光明正大) in the mundane world; their secrets should be easier to steal, posing innocent and believing.

"You had no trouble."

"Nerrh. Bitty trouble, Sweetfuds. Sordyfagg was tricksy. He ran and set off a zapzap at his door juzt before I geviddim."

"It's good you know how to take good advice, to attack before he had any chance to use the spells in these; you would have lost twice the blood, and Mo Ao, hmph, needless said."

"Yaz Sweetfuds. It wuz fanks to yez we goddem."

"Good that you know."

"Sweetfuds, I saved yez the Sordyfagg's body, and got yez sum big boozes to pair with."

"How considerate. What a good and filial Tudi I have, a head above ten thousands."

"Not me, Sweetfuds. I have a Maztur a biggylion biggylion heads above a biggylion biggylion. Headz. Er."

"Hmhmhm. Well said. Come. Let this your Shifu toast you a cup."

Wind Incarnadine, Gore Walker, Seven Crimson, &c, pours a healthy dram of VSOS into a clay cup, presenting it with head slightly bowed.

The Goblin knew just what to do: it kowtowed hard (on a soft patch of sod) and cried, "SWEETFUDZ! I NO DARE! LET ME TOASTY SWEETFUDZ!"

"Hmhmhm. Then pour and toast me," said Death Tide, who had been wondering if the halfpit halfwit would be fool enough to get poisoned by his Teacher.

It poured the VSOS into a wood dipper ladle that smelled of reused oil, taking care not to spill a drop, presenting it with both hands as one might a sword.

"Well? What do you wish for me with your toast?"

"Errr, errr, nerrrm. I wish Sweetfudz runz away from enuff foitz ta grows oldy wrinkly, n eaten enuffs uvviz enemeez to gets biggy chonkenchunk, n ploppz bastards evverwherr, n diez inniz dreamz wivva lotsy debt to everone."

"...You've widened the universe of my eyes, Tudi. Ganbei."

>QM rollan for Dedd Sordy's LM worth
[2C1R]

[CHOICE 1]
>SERCH
>Cherch (Ш) (familiarity bonus +15)
>Cherch (Ͳ) (familiarity bonus +15 +10)
>Pit (familiarity bonus +10)
>Mass Grave
>Mart Street
>Mayorate Court Courthouse (Familiarity bonus +15)
>Mayorate Court Residence + Stables
>Skirts

>BLOOD GETTY
>by chokey choke? (GARROTE)
>by slashy slash? (DAGGA)
>[From whence? Write-in]

>CORPSE DUST GETTY
>Pit (Dedder Dust collection bonus +40)

>KLUDGE / STABBUTTAGG
>[What? Write-in]

>STALK
>Towser
>Stumpy
>TownBoss
>Pit WatchBoss

>TRAINAN (Costs §2.5/day) (Carrionpede Form is currently at +4(/4) Hit Chance and +3(/4) Damage) (Gui Li imposes -1 to gains in Form per gain at this time; min gain is +1) (Improvement for TRAINAN is now Total of 3>150, OR Bo3 65)

Rolled 2 (1d3)

CONT

[CHOICE 2]

>Day/Night?

[ROLL]
>1D100

[BALANCE SHEET]
>§85.5 + 104 from SordyDedd - 3 from self patching - 4 for armor repair
>=§182.5

>68 Dedder Dusts

>5 Dimm Cult

>Toady 8/12HP (+3 from early rest and patching with Stuff)
>Kludge Armor 12/12Dur (+4 from stuff)

[UPKEEP OPTION]
>Use 3 Dedder Dust to patch up the fukt Dimm Cult, Y/N?

[NOTICE]
One of the key figures in Derreschston is missing unaccounted. Sus level will increase by 3 per day starting tomorrow to a maximum of 15.

>Yang Wuhan still needs 56LM -1d3
>19 days remaining
>Derreschston pop. 65LM
>Derreschston Sus penalty -10

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>>6089474
Yang Wuhan still needs 56LM -2 = 54
>19 days remaining
>Derreschston pop. 65LM - 2 = 63
>Derreschston Sus penalty -10

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>>6088608
>>6088604
>>6088504

Rolled 31 (1d100)

>>6089471
>Cherch (Ͳ) (familiarity bonus +15 +10)
>Night

Rolled 79 (1d100)

>>6089471
are there any farm animals/livestock we could kill for some effortless LM?
>Cherch (Ш) (familiarity bonus +15)
we havent found anything good here yet
>Night
>5 Dimm Cult
send them to gather more corpse dust at the pit
>Use 3 Dedder Dust to patch up the fukt Dimm Cult, Y/N?
yes

>>6089512
>can we gibb livestock?
The few load animals and menopausal chickens have been accounted for in the town pop.

Now that you mention it, yeah, the next time we go gibbing I should try to outrage Peta and That Vegan Creature.

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>>6089512
give you a +1LM for that on yer next gibb.

It's not much, but I'm an honest jerk.

Rolled 49 (1d100)

>>6089512
Yeah, I'll support this.

We should also ask seafood what he's doing with the corpses of everyone we bring him. Is there a secret pile somewhere of drained bodies? Is he grinding them up in that grinder he made?

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While he's in a good mood, you take the chance to ask him sumn that been bovveren you.

"Nrrm, Sweetfuds. When I plupps the wimmins wiv me Arse Splitta roit-"

"What."

You present him Gobbgantua, aka Arse Splitter, which earns you a grimance. He closes his eyes and waves your pride and joy away. You cover it hurriedly.

"When I plupps em wivvit roit, I feelz like I wantz to pluppem. But after they go all gray n grinny I don't wantza plupp em. Izzit sumn wrong wiv Arse Splitta or them, yez fink?"

"Tudi. Do you plupp men."

"Ff. No.. Mm not hoemoe gae."

"What about female beasts."

"Nerrh. You meanz animals? Or beastfolks?"

"Animals. First."

"Sometimes. When derrs nuttn else ter nutt in. Don't wanna tho. Izz not va same."

"What about beast folk."

"Do they look like half wimmin? Proppy wimmin, wiv tiddies n cunts?"

"Does it matter."

"A bit. A biggy bit. If theys top half looks like wimmin n botty half feelz like wimmin, like minoturs n centurs, iz all guddy pluppy. If they don't looks proppy but feelz proppy, like tree folkz, iz okey I gezz. If yez feelen kinkish.

"But if theys has weird tops N weird botties like fish folks n snek folks, itz like animals again.

"Nnm. Ah! Sum Fighty Ones can turn inna animals, or halfyhalf animals. Those feel guud. Like if yez beatem down n catchem while theyz changed, then pluppem until they chance back? OOooOhHH. Fuggen guud 'at iz. But if yez pluppenem normal and they tryda change into halfyhalfs itz annoyan."

"What of the dead. Dead women."

"Psh. No."

"Beautiful dead women."

"No."

"Why."

"S'becuz... cuz...erh. Yehh, nivver fott about dat. S'cuz they don't... gotz alivey eggzbottles?"

"What."

"Theyz babygutts. Wots wiv they plopp out grublingz after yez plupp n splooj innem."

"Hm. The womb. Does the idea of beast folk eggzbottles arouse you."

"Mmno. Gotza fink a bit so theyz proppa wimmin eggzbottles in me hedd when Iz pluppenem."

How interesting. An instinct not only to breed prodigiously, but to target the most ... accommodating, mmfufu... hosts to fertilize.

The Goblin species being only male necessitates parasitic (destroys the host for the parasite's gain) reproduction, while their instincts streamlines the process.

The Principle of Accommodating Advance under Mundane Tao (Evolution) cannot create such beings unless they arise in an area ancient with dense abnormal Qi. The Qi in this world is thin and even; there are few such places, none famous, or the Origin of Goblins would be purported, if not known.

A curiosity that bears investigation.

"I see you have your answer."

"Yaz Sweetfuds. Fanks yez Sweetfuds."

"Go away. And wash your cactus."

{loredump post

looks like there arent any new votes coming in

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Rolled 51 (1d100)

>Cherch (Ш) (familiarity bonus +15)
>Night
>Bo3 79 + 15 for Search
>GREAT SUCCESS

>79 + 30 - 10 Sus penalty
>=99

QM rollan Derreschston's vigilance

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Rolled 6, 1, 2, 6, 4 = 19 (5d6)

>Dimm Cult sent to harvest Corpse Dust at -10 Gen Penalty
>79 + 30 Night - 10 Sus - 10 Dumb = 89
>NOT BUSTED

>5d6 instead of 5d10 Corpsedust gathering because even though larger, they don't have a Pouch
>no +40 Harvest Bonus that Toady has, because they can't tell which bodies are good for Corpsedust
>they just dig, get, bring back by Night, grind down by Day


>Use 3 Dedder Dust to patch up the fukt Dimm Cult, Y/N?
yes

>>6090707
Three droogz iz enuff

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>>6090810

what model do you use for all these images?

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You make wood+rag stoppaz for all the empty booz bottles you got, and stitch up a new swagsack; you'll be raiding new freshy fuddz and you feel nyucky about putting fudds togevvah inna Pouch wiv the bags of Dedder Dust.

A light munch and a swigg of Necht Zuggsteigg and you're off!

"C'manz, dedd heddz. Time na woik!"

Two stops on this outing: you lead the Dimm Cult the long way around Plague Town, following the Skirts, until you hit the Mass Grave.

Once there you mark out a few likely places where there might be corpses without Whitey simbils on, and wot still got theyz heartz n nogginz.

"Roit, eejits. Dig up the bodies starting here, brung em back, n keep doing it until sun-up start. Goddit? " You don't really look for a response; you'll know if they goddit later, when you get back.

Next stop, the Ш half of the cherch. You remember a big messhall and kitchen on the ground floor wiv someone cooking in it, prolly the workchumps; you remember a locked armory wot you didn't have the time (or the keys, nyehh heh hehh!); there might be summat else in dere, and you feel ?uch safer now dat you've gone and topped Sordyfagg, RIP1.

You take everything a bit slower, with every advantage on your side:
>yerz jezt serchen this one place this time
>you know there's no soljaz, coppaz, workchumps, cowed boiz, savvijjiz, or slaves sangin all hours at the Ш, despite popular understanden
>and Humie workchumps like to hide lewts where they fink no one looks, jezt like YOU

One round on the outside, just peeken n sniffen; no smelz, no lights, all clear.

Kitchen first.

Dindinz here I cummz!

1: Ræpt Inniz Pen0rz, GYEHH heh heh HEHH!!

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Rolled 4, 9 + 4 = 17 (2d10 + 4)

>>6090901
just bing. c o m, image creator. No model, just shitpost a prompt, with " , Renaissance painting" or something for art style.

This is the golden age of /qst/.

rollan for missed fudd lewts.

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There's some slop pailz near the cook stoves for peelens n gristle, upended: empty and rinsed. Humies do this when theyz got piggys nearish. You might try to sniff em out lader.

BUT! Since all the leftyovers are gone, you'll jezt have FRESH eats instedd, nyeh herh!

Whatever you can munch as iz, you do: applz, materz, cukes, tripe and brawn brine, unyuns, bredd endz, budda, cheez.

You swigg Necht Zuggsteigg as you eat; somehow you can keep more in when yer swiggen Bigg booz as you go.

Whatever you can't narm immediately, or might go down better cooked, you swagg: taterz, smoked sides of horse and beef, bread scabs, pumppkernz, gristle stock, boiled joint jellies coolen inna tubb, gritty flour, four kindsy dried beans, sunned fish; salt, sugar, oil.

You stash as much as yez can in the bottles and jammy jarz yez got, n wrap those in rags: those go innada Pouch.

Just this lot might keep you alive for a bit over a munf, on starvation rations.

But better than a full belly and a week of big good eats is the thought that in the morning, some sorry bastich wots known fer nickken nomz is gonnae get pinched for what YOU did.

Just finka dat poor muvva, getting dragged out bed n cornered n boxed from all directions, then stripped nikked and asked and beat about shidd he got nuffina do wid and dunno nuffin. Jezt shoutyshouty bashybashy, all day, all long, until he goes to sleep hungry and crying. GYEKKekekekekekek!!

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Rolled 6, 16, 17, 2, 1, 17, 2 = 61 (7d20)

After a long steamy pess inna grass outside
>feelz gooOOood ngann
you go for the armory, slightly unfocused.

With the keys you yoinked off Sordyfagg's deddmeatz you get in easy. The smell of iron, metal polish, quench oil, leather, cockle salt kieselguhr; think fossil pumice hits you. Ahh! Smellz like robbery!

Everything is stacked real nice, easy to find what's good.

You go through it like a buffet, two or three each:

One corner's all armor, quite cheapy stuff: quilt long coats with tall collars, greaves and bracers, plain iron.

Next that, a stack of iron hats, chainmail hoods and hobnailed shoes.

Pollaxes, an axe-hammer-pokey on a braced wood stock, in bundles ten; you take three, one from each of the deepest bundles.

Assorted polearm heads, kindy shoddy; some have already been fixed on staves.

Lotsa small-ball maces with an iron punch-guard, couple longer axe-pick ones.

Almost as many short swords, obviously reclaimed or donated, none new: shapes and grades different, all kindsa hilts, rust spots and nicked edges.

Then it's a small forge and anvil, some quenches, a workbench, tool chests, a pedal grinder, and a shelf of tally books. The forge has no soot in it; new built. Can't tell with the anvil: it might have been donated scuffed. Same with the pedal grinder: smells like iron, doesn't mean it's been used here.

In a separate corner, locked boxes. The flat case ones are magic or helf potts in 24s. Easily counted because of the slotted cases, so you leave those alone for now.

Theres one or two longer lock cases, with fancier wood and a biggy seal onna front, like the ones in the attic in Ͳ. These need two different keys of the same type to open, but Sordyfagg's keyhoop only has one. They don't seem like magic, so you can take an axe to the hinges, easier to do than the locks. Lol, dum Humies, making thinny nicey hinges for something needing two locks. If it wuz you, the box'd be locked on four sides. Then again, if it wuz you, all this woulda been a waste of work n good Stuffs.

You chip away at the wood the hinges are fixed on. Once they're weakened enough you ease them out with a pickaxe head.

Done!

Inside of the longy boxes are a couple longsords, bit elvishy looky, good bet they're magic; four shiny fatty collars truesilver gorgets with matching buckle bracers and buckle greaves. You're yoinking this lot.

Theyre far too big n hefty for YOU to use personally, but Seafood should be able to, even in his little girl shape.

At any rate, the lot you've nicked already is enough to fully outfit a roit thuggy mobb of 8-12 gobbs without any quarrels.

Question is, what to do with the rest.

[TACTICAL DECISION]

>yoink the WHOLE lot, board up the air slots, lock the door

>leave everything else, but CorpseDust the place at a cost of 30 DD; whoever comes in here after you will get a -30 gen penalty without their noticing

>Corpsedust more than -30 (qty?)

CONT

Rolled 20, 7 = 27 (2d100)

>48 mana pots, 72 helf pots, a bunch of empties to mix half-halves if they need to; wanna poison 3d20 of these with a drop of the bottle of "noisop nogrog" you found in Sordyfagg's room (18 Stuffs value)? (Dedder Dust will show up at the bottom of the potts)

>Pack all your BOOMputty (12 Stuffs value) in the furnace's stovepipe, at about Humie eye height; take the screws out of that bit of piping, clip most of their tails off, put the BOOMputty and some small nails in the seaming, then screw the piping back with the shortened screws.

>Leave everfin untouched, go back n ask Seafood wat do. He might tell you to do sumfin else first. This will take up at least one more day and one more trip back here.

>ELSE?

Multiple options may be picked, so long as they don't conflict.

Doing this may not be useful, though. Example: if you steal EVERYTHING and also throw -30 worth of DD in, very few are going to get hit with that -30.

Or, if you inflict >-30 worth of DD in the room, they will more likely check everything before they use them, including the potts and forge.

>>6089769
>>6089482
>>6089512

Droogs, discuss. Roll-off only if you feel necessary.

If you arrive at a decision in 16hrs, I'll get to writan.

>2d100 for moar lewts
>because 61 is too small for this haul

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>61+27
>=89 Stuffs

The RNGods have spoken, and they say
>Bollocks2U

Most of what you have looted is shit quality.

Rolled 30 (1d100)

>>6091108
>>leave everything else, but CorpseDust the place at a cost of 30 DD; whoever comes in here after you will get a -30 gen penalty without their noticing

>Leave everfin untouched, go back n ask Seafood wat do. He might tell you to do sumfin else first. This will take up at least one more day and one more trip back here.

Rolled 1 (1d100)

>>6091108
i wanted to agree with anon #1 first, but then i thought: why not just take all their weapons? that way some might not be armed when we have to fight them later (which should be more beneficial to us than a possible -30 penalty)
>yoink the WHOLE lot, board up the air slots, lock the door
>Pack all your BOOMputty (12 Stuffs value) in the furnace's stovepipe, at about Humie eye height; take the screws out of that bit of piping, clip most of their tails off, put the BOOMputty and some small nails in the seaming, then screw the piping back with the shortened screws.

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>>6091175
>1 again
>NAT 1 Anon
why
i mean nothing that bad should come of this right??

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>>6091177
>2 x nat1
Lordamercy, just who did you cut off in traffic.

>w-w-whats gonna happen QM Rick?
I'll tell you what's gonna eeurrk[/b] happen Morty: bullshit. Bullshit's gonna, gonna happen Morty, like a, a, fucking Tsunami Morty. Like, like, like if what happened to Sodom and Gomorrah was just a a a skim milk latte and a chillidog Morty? This one's gonna be kebabs and yogurt Morty. And not just any kebabs and yogurt Morty! It's gonna be yesterday's kebabs and yogurt, and it's gonna be from the food truck whose driver keeps scratching his ass, and his armpits don't stop dripping somehow Morty. Dripping into the FOOD Morty! It's gonna be that kind of a bad shit Morty, and we're gonna eeurrk RIDE that sonovabitch Morty! W-w-we're gonna ride that Seventy Times Seven Apocalyptic Super Tsunami of Shit all the way to Uranus with our mouths open Morty!! 1


Mehh, dunworryboudit.

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>>6091148
if you corpsedust this place and then decide to come back to do more bullshit based on Seafood's instructions, you are going to suffer -20 to your rolls for the next 3 days.

I'll pack in a small reward for you being this based.

>>6091190
Hmm that changes things, we really don't need any negative modifiers to our rolls

>yoink the WHOLE lot, board up the air slots, lock the door
>Pack all your BOOMputty (12 Stuffs value) in the furnace's stovepipe, at about Humie eye height; take the screws out of that bit of piping, clip most of their tails off, put the BOOMputty and some small nails in the seaming, then screw the piping back with the shortened screws.

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Rolled 58, 58, 64, 17, 25, 19, 49, 61 + 200 = 551 (8d100 + 200)

STRAT LOCKED:

>yoink the WHOLE lot, board up the air slots, lock the door
>Pack all your BOOMputty (12 Stuffs value) in the furnace's stovepipe, at about Humie eye height; take the screws out of that bit of piping, clip most of their tails off, put the BOOMputty and some small nails in the seaming, then screw the piping back with the shortened screws.

Rollan for just how much is all this.

>>6091457
gosh darn low rolls...

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>>6091464
An armory full of mass-produced pig-iron and sino-steel cutlery from a charity box...

The Scaromate Ordinary is broke as fuck.