A man walks up to you all smiles, and introduces himself as “Hallad, milord. I would be honored if you and your friends spent the night in me home, no charge accourse.”

>Hell yeah mate! And get some ale for my underlings over there too yeah?

Hallad glances over at your party sitting in the corner and nods gaily, “Aye, we’ll be giving ‘em the traditional Waldheim welcome.”

Several farmers and barmaids surround your party’s table, offering them pints of ale. Everyone looks surprised, but accepts. You manage to establish eye contact with Katrina, and attempt to wink. Then you realize you can’t. You cup your hands around your mouth and shout >I’M WINKING AT YOU!

Katrina’s face flushes at that, although you think that may just be all the attention that the villagers are paying to her and the rest of the party. As you’re all swarmed by the grateful peasantry, you lean back in your chair and say >Yes, yes. Without the aid of my loyal minions I would have never been able to bring the entire Titan Beetle’s carapace back here. Just don’t praise them too much! Can’t have them getting a swelled head.

You continue to quaff ales, thoughtfully placing an empty tankard in your ribcage to recycle the alcohol, much to the amusement of the locals. Eventually however, you start to feel the effects of the alcohol, and your vision begins to blur. As you collapse onto the ground amid joyful gales of laughter you wonder how the hells you’re able to get drunk.

You awaken the next morning in what is probably the finest bed in all of Waldheim. The sun is shining down upon you and the birds are chirping. You roll out of your bed and yawn.

>It’s time for Bones to face the new day! What shall he start off with?
>Find and harass ________ Group member?
>Locate a local who can work Titan Beetle Chitin?
>Plug the townsfolk for information?
>Other?

>>28761795
I believe we need to take charge, the wandering pissants of our party can barely get their shit together as is.
>>Plug the townsfolk for information?
Say, about the beetles. How dangerous and numerous they are, any other cool being to kill, etc.
>>Locate a local who can work Titan Beetle Chitin?
Then this. I want that sweet armor.

>>28761839
Alright, plugging and armoring. Writing

>>28761920
I hope 4chanx will stop dropping my trip one of these days

>>28761839
>Locate a local who can work Titan Beetle Chitin?
Goddamit I want that armor

You stretch, although you lack any muscles to get stiff overnight, and hop out of bed. Perhaps it is a result of the warm reception the locals gave you, but you feel like you’re on top of the world. It’s clear to you, now more so than ever, that your wandering crew of undead and dysfunctional humans need a leader, and there seems to be no good reason why it shouldn’t be you. Ivan is a total wuss, the Prof can’t speak common at all, Katrina is delusional, and Voytek is a bear of fuck’s sake. You take a moment of silence and swear an oath to the only thing you respect, yourself, that you will guide these poor spirits through whatever trials and tribulations they face.

>Or you know, just boss them the fuck around You mutter to yourself.

You walk downstairs and are greeted by the cheerful “Good morns!” of Hallad and his wife. You wave and give them a double thumbs up before walking outside. Then you turn around and march back inside.

>So, I’m guessing there’s a guy who can work all of this Titan Beetle chitin I hauled back, yeah?

Hallad nods vigorously “A certainty milord! You’ll want to see old man Dagfinn, he works all the beastly bits boys bear back from hunting.”

Hallad points you in the right direction, and you stride off to Dagfinn’s home. When you come across his house, there’s no mistaking the description that Hallad gave you. A large work station covered with a thatched roof with a shack connect to the edge. The shack has a pole sticking out from on of it’s walls into the road, where the head of a large, but not quite titanic, beetle hangs in the air. You walk up to the door and rap on it sharply. After a few second pause, the door swings open to reveal a bald old man with a bushy white beard. He smells strongly of onions. He looks you up and down, his thick eyebrows cocked in interest.

“Now I ain’t never seen that afore…”

He attempts to close the door, but you catch it with a hand, holding it open.

>You the guy who does shit with bug shells?

“Yeah,” he grunts “What’s it to ya?”

>Just killed a Titan Beetle. I want some baller armor yo.

Dagfinn’s eyebrows twitch up for a moment before settling back into their usual position. “C’mon in then.”

The old man gestures you inside, and you enter his house. A large number of bones, teeth, pelts, and bundles of hair hang from the wall and ceiling. In particular, you can’t help but notice a braid of silvery hair hanging from the center rafter, a large skull similar to a horses, and a few pelts that shimmer and change color in the half light.

>What say the Bones?
>Hey, that’s a cool (insert animal bit here) you got there?
>I want armor?
>Other?

>>28762295
>>Hey, that’s a cool platypus you got there?

>>28762295
>>I want armor?
Ask if it can be painted black because that's cool as fuck.
Then
>ask if he has any of the materials we need for the refleshing and how much are they

>>28762295
>Hey, that’s a cool Jackalope you got there

>>28762326
Hey anon, I've been thinking. So in the last thread, SG said that we didn't necessarily have to use human body parts to reflesh, right?

I was just thinking, is it possible to have something like subdermal titan beetle chitin implants when we reflesh ourselves?

Can we use fae beast muscles instead of human muscles? Would that work? Or does it not matter?

>>28762369
>>28762326
>>28762321
It seems we're caught between asking about random animals on Dagfinn's wall and demanding armor. So I say, why not both! Writing.

>>28762387
Yes, that is certainly possible anon.

>>28762411
>Yes, that is certainly possible anon.
Would we still look human?

>>28762479
If we don't, we can always refuse to remove our Full Chitin Plate.

>>28762479
Depends on how over board you go with it. subdermal implants... Ehhh I'd probably give three options for how many you got and how much it'd change your looks. With the middling option being like noticeable, but not grotesque. Remember, you have a LOT of chitin.

Using shit like I dunno dragon muscle instead of human muscle... Depends on how well its all put together I guess.

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>>28762500
OR WE COULD BECOME A FRIEND OF JUSTICE!

>Hey, that’s a pretty sweet platypus bill you have on your wall over there.

Dagfinn looks over at the massive bill, and then back at you, surprise etched onto his weathered features. “Not many outlanders have heard of the Duck Billed Bears. And fewer still who aren’t beast crafters know their true name. Who are you?”

>No clue! So how about that jackalope over there?

“You mean the Hasebock?” asks Dagfinn as he pulls down one of the antlered rabbits for you to take a closer look at. “Never heard them called that afore. They’re just like your normal rabbit. Meat’s a bit more gamey I suppose.”

>Aw, I thought they would be a bit more magical.

“Nah. Harder to snare what with their antlers getting in the way. But that’s really all.”

>So, you can craft Titan Beetle Chitin.

“Aye lad. We don’t have much in the way of iron or metals out here. We use the fae beasts’ bones and the like instead. Beetle carapaces are good for sickles and knives when ground down ‘em nice an’ sharp. But if you want me to make you something, it’ll cost ya.”

>Eh? Cost me? Well they’re a bunch of pissant farmers in the middle of death forest, can’t cost too much. What do you say Bones?
>How much we talkin here?
>Alright, can you make me armor?
>Other?

>>28762687
>>Other?
I offer working for you.

>>28762687
>>Alright, can you make me armor and how much we talking here?

>>28762687
>How much we talkin here?
If it's a lot, we might have to trade something ( a service or otherwise)

>>28762687
>>How much we talkin here?
Alternatively, we could use magic to pay him back. I am sure Ivana and the prof could compensate him in some way.

We can always off another bug and bring him that as payment.

Rolled 20

>>28762782
>>28762768
>>28762764
>>28762718
>>28762711

We seem to be interested in pricing options.

Roll d20 for your mercantile skill bones! I'll start off

Rolled 10

>>28762814
Draw me like one of your french skeletons.

Rolled 8

>>28762814
....

Rolled 3

>>28762814
Damn. Ain't you a lucky spirit today

Rolled 15

>>28762814

You plop down the coin purse you stole from the guard, as well as the collection of silverware you pilfered from Becherski’s castle, onto Dagfinn’s gnarled wooden table. >So, how much we talking here?

Dagfinn waves his hand at your treasures, guffawing. “Hah! Good one skeleton. What use do ya think some pissant bumpkins like us would ‘ave wit’ those lordly goods? No. What we need are practical things, not bunch of dull shiny knives. How about, for every monster ya kill, ya give me three quarters of and I’ll carve it up for ya however ya want. Hells, I’ll even get Hallad to keep on roomin’ ya for free, how’s about tha’?”

>Now now Dagfinn my lad. Don’t go thinking you can just swindle some good folk like us so easily. I know this shit is hard to come by, had to kill that Titan Beetle myself. You get a tenth and that’s it.

Dagfinn leans back, grinning. “A good jest, skeleton. But you wouldn’t be here if ya knew how to make whatever it is you wanted yerself. I’ll go down to half, since I’m impressed ya killed that Beetle all on yer lonesome.”

You chuckle as if Dagfinn has just made a hilarious joke. >You act all confidant, but I gotta wonder about that look of excitement you gave me when I said I had Titan Beetle chitin. Been a while hasn’t it? Not too many good hunts recently? A fifth.

At this Dagfinn leans forward and clasps both of your hands in his own. For an old man, they’re surprisingly strong. He looks up at you with an expression of mock supplication “Oh please oh please, milord! We are but simple townsfolk, we need yer aid to survive in this harsh land that we’ve lived in for hundreds of years!”

>Urgh. Fine, a third. But that’s my final offer.

Dagfinn releases your hands and crosses his arms over his chest. He leans on the back two legs of his chair, satisfied smile obvious even through his thick beard. “Deal. So long as you promise to go hunting for particular beasties every once in a while.”

>Mph. Deal.

You both shake on the agreement.

>So Dagfinn. The old man Becherski told me that Titan Beetle carapace could make for good armor. Think you can make me a some?

“Huuuuhhnn… Interstin’. I ain’t never made armor afore. Yeah. I think I can do it. Just bring the goods round here and I’ll get started.”

Dagfinn rises to his feet, a boyish grin splitting his lips. "Ohohoho, this WILL be fun."

>Nice work Bones! You’ve managed to enlist your party and monster hunters! Now what?
>Ask about any cool beasts in the area?
>Ask about Waldheim?
>Check up on the Party?
>Other?

>>28763322
>>Ask about Waldheim?
any police to fuck up?

Rolled 9

>>28763322
>>Ask about any cool beasts in the area?
Or cute beast.

I want to hunt cute beast doing cute things.

>>28763322
>>Ask about any cool beasts in the area?
>>Ask about Waldheim?

>>28763382
>>28763381
>>28763365

Ask about Waldheim and the local Fauna. Writing

Rolled 1

>>28763495
>local Fauna
We could also try hunting the local flora, but I don't think it would work as well.

>>28763548
What, and cockblock Ivan?

>>28763576
>Truly this Ivan is easily mocked
>Since by Skeleton he was cockblocked!
>For we fornicated this fauna
>That he had named Anna
>Forever alone route locked!

Rolled 12

>>28763576
haha Ivan the treefucker. He should really get along well with elves.

>So Waldheim. Doesn’t seem to be a lot going on here.

“Prolly cause there isn’t,” grunts Dagfinn in response, “I mean we hunt beasts that’d make most of the rest of the world hide under their beds, but there ain’t too much else going on here. There’s Hallad’s brewery and inn, me, Sindri and his mill, although I doubt you’d care much about that. Oh hey! Asta’s supposed to be back soon. Best bow woman and tracker in this town for years. And Onfroi’s caravan’ll be coming by soon. We usually trade with him whenever we need worked metal.”

>So not a lot going on here then.

“Nope.”

>Okay, so I’m easily bored. Ya heard of any huntable beasties in the area?

Dagfinn rus his beard thoughtfully. “Hmm. Well, a few days ago the Carlsen brothers came back to the tavern with tales of a green drake nest. Had some baby scales to prove it too. And there are always a few herds of monohorns wandering around, knocking over trees and making a mess of things. And ahhhh…. oh right! ‘Round about early springtime the Holemulch come outta their long winter’s sleep. Leathery skin makes for good tarps and the like. Hells, bring me back a few of those bastards and I’ll carve up whatever you bring me next free of charge!”

You rise to your feet and prepare to leave Dagfinn’s cabin. As you stand in the door way you turn back to him.

>What does Bones do?
>One final question?
>Just say goodbye and leave? If so, where do you go?
>Other?

>>28763894
>bring the chitin plates back to the good man so he can get to work
>then go bother our senile mage and ask why can't he TP us to his castle #2

Rolled 2

>>28763894
>>One final question?
Why aren't people freaked out by a skeleton walking around and talking?

>>28764053
>>28763970
sorry about delay, was on hunt for images.

>>28763894

we should find this Asta

>Alright, one last thing Dagfinn. Everyone else I’ve run across before has nearly wet themselves when they saw I was a walking skeleton. That or they dusted off the ol’ smiting hammers. Why is everyone here so chill?

“Eh. Waldheim’s a small enough town, and showing up in Hallad’s tavern last night like ya did… well half the town saw ya there anyway. Besides, its been quite a few years since the last time we managed to bring down an honest to Skovmar Titan Beetle. That’ll make ya some friends right quick.”

>Arright. Well if you don’t mind the walking dead, a dire bear skeleton’ll be coming around with the chitin. His name is Voytek, but he likes it if you call him Bippy.

“I’ll keep an eye open for Bippy then.”

You walk back to Hallad’s inn, and open the door to find Ivan and the Prof sitting around a table, eating breakfast. You sit down across from the Prof, bumping Ivan out of the way with the edge of your pelvis. >Hey Prof, there’s something I’ve been meaning to ask you. You can cast a teleportation spell right? Why haven’t you brought us back to your other castle yet? Too senile?

Speaking around a mouthful of eggs Becherski answers “It is not being so easy as that Comrade Skeleton. Teleportation is being the most complicated of rituals. I am not in the owning of many needed ingredients. And even if I were, that ritual circle is being much too complicated for me to be memorizing. No, it is being tragic, but we must make with the walking if we are returning of Zimastrayinna.”

>Figured. Well, while you two were being useless and asleep, I’ve been out securing our future.

Ivan eyes you nervously, “What did you do?”

You tell them about the arrangement you reached with Dagfinn. Both of them remain quiet throughout your report. Once you finish, Ivan speaks up. “I didn’t think I’d ever say this Bones, but this plan of yours isn’t half bad.”

The Professor bob his head up and down, clearly excited, “Da! It is of the most surprising strokes of brilliance! Such fae beasts are having many components for spells and rituals, I have been desiring a Platypus venom gland for many years now.”

>Of course it is, would you expect anything less from your dear leader?

Neither of them choose to respond to your self-appointed title, instead talking between each other excitedly.

>Now what Bones?
>Send Bippy off to Dagfinn with the chitin?
>Interact with Aurelie?
>Go hunt some monsters? Specify which:
>>>>Holemulch?
>>>>Green Drakes?
>>>>Wander around and fight what you can find?
>Other?

>>28764724
>>Send Bippy off to Dagfinn with the chitin?
yea

>>28764724
>>Send Bippy off to Dagfinn with the chitin?
Then
>>>>>Wander around and fight what you can find?

Caught up to these threads today and it's been a blast OP, but it's way past midnight and time for sleep. Will catch the result in the archives, rock on.

Rolled 14

>>28764724
>>Send Bippy off to Dagfinn with the chitin?

what >Interact with Aurelie?

Is she here?

>>28764724
>Interact with Aurelie?
Wait did you mean Katrina? If so, ask if she be down for some hunting. Get some use with the sword

>>>>Green Drakes?
Find a egg or youngling and train it as a mount!

>>28764770
Glad to hear it anon!

>>28764821
>>28764838
Yeah, I meant Katrina, got my catgirl mixed up with my catgirl spirit bound to a corpse.

>>28764749

Alright, we seem to want to interact with Katrina and send Voytek "Bippy" The Skele-Bear off to Dagfinn with chitin. Then we go into the forest.

While I'm writing, do you guys have anything in particular you want to do with Katrina?

>>28764978
llets not go into the forest

>>28764978
Nothing in particular past inviting her to the woods

You get back up from the table, before the fleshies’ mouth breathing puts you any more off, and wander around Hallad’s tavern trying to find Voytek. You eventually discover him lying on the ground around the back of the inn, where several young children are running between his ribs. The large skele-bear is chuckling ->Hahahaha! Not so fast, youngsters, you are tickling me!

A young blonde girl stops and crosses her arms, face suffused with the sort of righteous indignation unique to those under the age of six. “That’s not true Uncle Voytek! You don’t have any belly to get tickled!”

The skele-bear looks up at her ->Simply because I lack a belly does not mean I cannot be tickled little Verri. Look, you all have harassed me so I have lost control of my inner bear!

At this, Voytek sits partially up and takes a slow, playful swing at the children. They shriek excitedly as they run away from him, but it does not take long before they are back on the offensive, charging forward and pinning Voytek’s arms. ->Wahahahaha! Such brave little soldiers!

>I once had a familiar named Voytek
>but when I his ribs entered he did reject
>Some little kids though, the same he allowed
>Even though I am his master avowed
>Truly it stings, to receive so little respect

Voytek looks up at you, and through the mental bridge between the pair of you, you can feel his disappointment. He clambers to his feet, easily displacing the small children. ->Run along now, Voytek has work to do.

His statement is met with a chorus of moans and protestations, but Voytek stands firm. After a few minutes, the kids wander off. Voytek turns to you and asks ->What it is Bones?

>Seems some-bear is quite the popular fellow! Trying to get ‘em while they’re young?

Despite lacking lungs, Voytek manages to sigh ->Just… What request would you ask of me?

>Alright, you know those Chitin plates? I need you to take them to Dagfinn. He’s the guy who can craft them into cool shit.

->Anything else? I would like to return to my new friends.

>Not at the moment. I’ll let you know.

As Voytek shambles off down the road, you begin to look around for Katrina. You find her in the woods on the outskirts of town, hacking away at a dead tree with her longsword. She hears you approach, and turns around to face you.

"Oh, its you. Shouldn't you be off somewhere appealing to the lowest common denominator?"

What say the Bones?

>>28765449
I am

Rolled 6

>>28765476
This is the perfect retort.

>>28765511
>>28765476
That is pretty damned funny. Writing

>I am.

It takes a moment to process, but Katrina scowls at your retort. “Hmph. Don’t confuse your fast tongue for intelligence, skeleton.”

>Hey, at least I don’t make any BONES about being dead, yeah?

Katrina merely grimaces and returns to hacking away at the tree. “So. Is there a reason why you tracked me down? Or are you just bored?”

>Yeah actually. While you’ve been off defacing Mama Nature, I’ve been setting us up for long term success. With no small amount of pride, you relate the agreement you reached with Dagfinn.

“Humph. I suppose the courteous thing to do would be to congratulate you on your… success for want of a better word. But I see no need to encourage mediocrity.”

>Tch. And I suppose the prissy princess would do bet- Fuck no. This isn’t why I came out here. Are you in or not?

“In? In for what?”

>Beast hunting, dingus. Do you want to go hunting with us or not?

Katrina looks away for a second, eyes downcast. Then she squeezes her hand into a fist and reestablishes eye contact with you. “I suppose I must. If only because my obligation as a noble requires that I protect my lessers from their own foolishness.”

>Whatever.

You turn and begin to walk back down to Waldheim. After a few steps Katrina calls out after you. “Wait! Where are you going, Bones?”

>Back down to Hallad’s inn. We need to coordinate with everyone else. You continue to walk back into town, and are pleased to hear Katrina’s footsteps quicken to keep up with you.

You return to the inn, pleased to see that Ivan and the Professor have not yet left their table, instead pouring over various tomes together. You sit down at the table with Katrina, idly pushing the book Ivan was studying onto the ground.

>Alright people. The Gang’s all here, minus one skele-bear.

“Oh yeah, Voytek said he’d be playing with the kids today,” answers Ivan, “He asked that we not bother him with your foolhardy plans until tomorrow.”

>Whatever. So, it’s only about midday, maybe enough time to hunt. And I’m thinkin...

>Well, what are you thinkin Bones?
>Drakes?
>Holemulch?
>Wander?
>Maybe tomorrow?
>Other?

Rolled 11

>>28766108
>>Holemulch?
Lets wait a while before hunting anything draconic.

>>28766108
>Holemulch?

>>28766202
>>28766158
Arrgiht, We gonna go off and hunt a Holemulch.

This raises an important question. What the fuck is a holemulch?

Rolled 7

>>28766351
I picture it as a large mole with steel claws and teeths.

>>28766351
>holemulch
Is a monster that hides in a hole and lures others to it with the scent of meat that they would want to steal only to become its next prey, steals live stock for the meat?

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>>28766407
>In a hole
Which hole?

>And I’m thinkin we give this Holemulch character the what for.

Professor chuckles and claps his hands together in excitement. “Da, da! The Holemulch is being a good thing for us to be hunting! It’s gills are of many magical properties!”

>I-i-it’s gills? What?

“Are you now knowing? The Holemulch is a large newt like creature. It is making the home in swamps and rivers where it burrows into mud and makes of the ambush.”

>I. I was thinking of a giant mole or something. Like we’d just stomp in and kick the shit outta a giant rodent of some shit.

“Oh, do not be of alarm Comrade Skeleton! Holemulchs use poison to subdue their prey. You and Katrina here are of the greatest safety, I promise.”

>Huh. Wait, aren’t newts like all wet and soft? Their skin would make a terrible tarp.

“Yes yes this is true. But the Holemulch is being different due to its size from other amphibians.”

>Not going down that rabbit hole. So where can we even find these damned things?

At this point Hallad sets forward into the conversation, bearing some bread and fruit for lunch. Placing them down on the table he says “Well good sir Bones, if you’re looking for Holemulchs, they’re usually in the lake Just follow the river downstream for a mile or so and you’ll find them. I used to go off hunting for young ones when I was a lad.”

>Cool shit, Hallad. Alright everyone, let’s get moving.

The party files out of the tavern, and begins to walk alongside the river. Less than an hour passes before the forest clears, revealing a large blue lake. The shore is muddy, and dirt swirls in the water where the river feeds into the lake.

>How do you start hunting for Holemulch?
>Poke muddy areas with stick?
>Push Ivan into muddy patches?
>Other?

Rolled 6

>>28766815
>>Poke muddy areas with stick?
Ivan is still useful.

We could always catch some small animals and throw them in the mud.

Rolled 4

Find mildly oversized worm or some other insect to bait the area with.

>>28766988
>>28766870
Seems like bating the area has won out. Writin

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>>28767043
Holemulch?

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>>28767251
Holemulch?

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>>28767266
Holemulch.

You decide that now is as good a time as any to flex the power of your office as group leader.

>Alright people. As much as I’d like to push Ivan into the mud and see what happens, I’m afraid we can’t do that just yet. So. Ivan, Prof, you two collect worms and other shit a bunch of giant newts would eat and start baiting the area. Since Katrina and I don’t need to worry about the venom, we’ll start poking around with sticks.

Holy shit, that almost sounded like a reasonable plan for a second. You’re going to have to check yourself, make sure this leadership gig doesn’t start messing around with your brain. Ivan and the Prof both shrug and begin to search around the edge of the woods for potential newt foods. You snatch up a bit of driftwood, and turn around to start poking the ground, only come face to face with a very angry looking Katrina.

“What was that?”

>What was what?

“I don’t knyow, I have trouble believing I heard it myself. But it seems almost as though a commoner like yourself -nyan- was giving ME orders.”

>What, were they bad orders your ladyship?

“Well- no I meanyan- That’s nyat the point! There is a hierarchy to these sorts of things! And someone like you is nyat giving someone like ME orders inyan that hierarchy!”

>What, the Hierarchy in fucking Fairy Land? Well bad news princess, but last I checked the trees weren’t made of gumdrops and the liquorice bunnies all went extinct!

Katrina backs away from you, eyes slightly wet. “How- How DARE you? -nyan- I am the princess of Felinia and will nyot be treated as such!”

>Uh-huh. Were the Princess. Not a princess anymore. Last I checked you were some random spirit we happened to slap into the corpse of a chick in a maid outfit. Does that sound like something that’d happen to a Princess?

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You turn around, unwilling to hear her response. And begin to stab into the muck. You begin to hum loudly in order to drown out Katrina’s bitching. It’s surprisingly effective, totally blocking her out. You poke the ground several more times before you hear some voices in the distance.

“-ound Bones! Turn around!”

You turn tiredly to see what Ivan is wetting his diaper over now.

Odd. Where did Katrina stomp off to? You didn't think she'd be able to get that far what with all the muck.

You look down at the spot where she was standing. A few muddy bubbles pop lethargically.

>FUCK
>describe action and roll d20.

Rolled 18

>>28767457
>>describe action and roll d20.
Grab a stick and plunge it in the area where she was.

Rolled 8

>>28767457
FUCK Do we have rope? Tie it to ourselves, throw an end at Ivan and dive in. If not, dive in sword leading, stab whatever is there. Not like it'll hurt Katrina!

Rolled 13

>>28767457

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>>28767457
Ready sword. Thrash around in mud, wiggle toes, try to look appealing to eat...

>>28767522
>>28767489
>>28767621
>>28767658

Alright, sorry guys, And I really am sorry, but I gotta wrap this thread up for tonight. I know these cliffhanger deals suck, and I apologize for leaving you all on one.

Next thread won't be for a while, possibly until Saturday. I have more finals nonsense to deal with.

As always will be lurking ITT, putting off studying. So any questions, feel free to ask

>>28767788
You bastard.

Thanks for running.

Rolled 11

>>28767788
Don't worry dude.

Good luck.

>>28767819
Uh yeah I meant that in the nicest possible way :)

>>28767926
Hahahaha I figured anon. It was a pleasure to run for you guys, as always

>>28767854
Thanks man.