/monster/ - The Last Bastion of Romance

Rolled 14 (1d20)

>>383597

A, hopefully we have enough salt.

Rolled 5 (1d20)

>>383597

A. Spread the salt

Ain't gonna mess around with the "blamf shit out-of reality with lightning arrows" huntress

Hey guys OP here, sorry for the delay, update coming tomorrow.

>>383665 wins

You quickly obey the voice that sprang into your head. Getting up from where you were sitting and looking for a bag of grain salt, after a quick minute of searching you find a few bags tucked into a corner, you tear open the sack it was stored in, putting it near the cracks in the doors and on all the windowsills. You just barely managed to get the entire cabin covered, the bags now empty. You sit down, thinking you were safe.

“Okay child, your host will be here shortly, now please relax.” Eusa calls from the other room. You sit back down and relax, sighing to yourself but you hear that voice come right back into your head.

“Do not relax now, flame child. You are not safe, this salt will wade off the huntress, but the king and his bodyguard are not swayed by it. Be on your toes, they might be here soon. Tell the lich to be on her toes, that you have an uneasy feeling about the cabin you’re currently in.” It instructs. You decide to do what it says, it did warn you to put the salt out to help each other.

“E-eusa?” You call for the emotionless lich.

“Yes, child?” She asks, looking down at you, her hair covering her eyes.

“I-i just don't have a good f-feeling about the cabin, I don’t really f-feel that it's safe. It just feels u-uneasy…” You say, rubbing the back of your head.

“I understand child, you’re shaken up after what you’ve been through and have witnessed in only a short time.” She says, giving your hair a quick ruffle. “I-I just feel that maybe you should be on your toes, ya know?” You say. “I understand your paranoia, child. But we’re safe here.” She says.

You sigh, trying your best to stay calm, the voice you had in your head didn't help to calm you all that well. Everything was happening so fast, only a short while ago you were waking up, working in the garden and being put back in your room when you decided to break out, and now you were waiting for an escort to another country with entirely different customs, possibly languages and gods above know what else, you put your head in your hands, you felt the urge to cry. But you felt a paw pat your back.

“Are you alright, child? You seem scared.” Marigold asks, rubbing her paw up and down your back as she sits next to you.

“I-i just feel so… I dont know, scared? Stressed? I-its just now all hitting me how small I am in all this. Say something goes wrong and I get captured again. T-thats just weeks of progress, gone!”

>>385168

“I know how you feel child, I felt the same way when I met the goddess of war. The gods have business that literally decides the fate of even the smallest thing on this planet. We on average live around sixty to one hundred years, but to gods who can age millions, maybe even billions of years of age before they even complain about being sleepy, those pass by in what counts as minutes for them. And after I realized that, it occurred to you just how unimportant and little you seem to be.” She says to you.

“T-that doesn’t really help me at all…” You say sadly.

“But, it's about what you make out of the situations you’re in. You’re currently a free man, albeit a runaway one. And you’re already doing what most slaves can only dream of doing. Not only that, most people can only dream of getting to go and live in a foreign land, you will get a great, safe home in a place where you get to make friends, meet girls. So you’re not small, you just have a forcefully compacted view due to your upbringing.” She says with a smile, patting your head.

“I-i guess, it's just a lot to take in.” you say.

“I understand, but hey. You’ll finally get to quit looking like a skeleton and more like a handsome boy!” She says, parting the hair covering your forehead and giving you a solid smooch dead center on your forehead. Your heartbeat immediately picks up and a blush rises to your cheeks instantly.

“Child, your host is here.” Eusa says as you stand. “Or at least your host’s guide.” She says. “Apparently the delay was caused by your host suddenly being unable to travel. So they had to send their sister.” She says.

“Eh, truth be told it's better thats its me, considering I actually have experience in these kinds of things.” You turn around at the sudden new voice. Your host’s sister was apparently a kitsune, she had 8 tails waving gently behind her, she had blonde hair, her hair having a slight tint of orange to it, as well as being the same for her tails, her skin having a slight tan to it. “Well I don't wanna sound rude or rush anything but your king and his pet hunt demon he calls a bodyguard are on our trail and will likely find this place any minute now, so I recommend we be on the move. I mean, not that I can't fight them, but I really don't want to. Feeling kinda lethargic today, actually.” She says. “Come on kid, let's get moving. I don't want to have to deal with that hunt marked ones decomposition magic. Oh, but the names Rose. Rose Anderson.” She says.

——————–

Readers choice requires 2d20

1. Go now, do not delay.

2. Stick around and say goodbye first.

3. Readers choice

Sorry for the delay, international business stuff is stressful to deal with.

Rolled 1, 8 = 9 (2d20)

>>385169

>3. Readers choice

Get up on a table and call everyone cunts, besides the lich, she's cool, and then walk out of there in style.

Rolled 3, 7 = 10 (2d20)

>>385169

>3. Readers choice

Before going anywhere, ask them if your actions with the salt could have prevented your host from being able to travel there. If the answer is yes, then tell them about the voice in your head. If they have no idea what you're talking about, then leave with Rose and don't mention the voice.

>>385175

>>385174

Welp, we're the kings of shit rolls today…

Someone really needs to come get some better rolls on something!

Rolled 14 (1d20)

Option 1.

Op here, update this weekend. Been busy with kid and work stuff.

Rolled 10, 11 = 21 (2d20)

>>385169

I choose #3

Go and give eusa a hug and thank her, but as you're pulling away from the hug, drag your hands away from her body and try to skim a quick touch of her tits if possible, and try to play it off as nothing more than a pure accident

>>385168

>>386729

And coming in with the last minute swoop, he wins with the highest roll.

You nod to your host, standing up and quickly swiping the loose dirt and dust off your pants. You walk over towards Eusa, you quickly wrap your hands around her. She jumped a bit in surprise, not expecting the hug. But she wraps her hands around you as well. If her body still had blood, her cheeks would be a pink color right about now.

“T-thanks for everything, y-you didn’t have to do it. But you guys did. I-i didn’t ask to be sent on the run and escape, but you guys went out of your way to help me. S-so thank you.” You say.

“N-not a problem child, we’re just doing what we should.” She says. But as you go to break the hug, that familiar urge rises up within you, you do your absolute best to suppress it. And you do find yourself resisting the urge to slap your palm against her bottom, you instead drag your hands from her back, your hands giving her breasts the lightest of touches. Well, what was left of them, she apparently had their size reduced at some point in time thanks to the obvious scar around her chest. But even with that small touch, your urge was sedated for now, fading back into the deepest pits of your soul. When you break the hug, you give another one to Marigold, she gives a small smile and pats your head one last time before you head off with Rose.

“Okay kid, listen to me. When we cross the border, we’re gonna stop by the castle first, you can rest there for quick time and then we’re gonna head to my sisters house, she’s the one hosting you, and she’s gonna enroll you in school or something like that.” She explains. “Then after a few years we’ll see about researching into seeing what happened to your mother. Of course this is all over the course of years.” She says. “Now stay close, we’re not out of the woods just yet.”

“S-sounds good, very good actually. I would like to attend a school, I always wondered what they were like.” You say in reply.

“Good to hear kid.” She says, one of her tails rubbing against your back, the soft fur tickled you, prompting a small laugh from you. “Thankthegodsaboveyoudontknowhowstrictkitsuneschoolsactuallyare…” She says quickly.

“What?” You ask to what she very quickly said.

“Nothing, just talking to myself, kid.” She says. Giving your head a pat with her tail. “But do tell me something, I can’t keep calling you kid, so tell me. Whats your name?” She asks. “If you have one of course.” She says.

———————

Well, make up a name, the one with the highest amount of votes will be chosen. Anything to retarded will be ignored and something else chosen in your place if you somehow win with a retarded result**

>>387072

Sorry for the shorter entry, but ya know. Kinda wrote myself into a boring corner where nothing exciting could happen

Rolled 18 (1d20)

>>387072

Shouldn't >>385437 have won with a roll of 14? Regardless, I like this outcome better than simply leaving immediately without saying anything. So I can't complain too much.

>make up a name

As far as a name for our protagonist…

Ben Gauche. Because he's the clumsiest bastard I've ever seen.

>>387074

Last I checked, 21 was a higher number than 14. And no he wouldn't have won, someone had a roll of 15 before someone else scooped it up.

>>387077

So that roll scoring system you're using gives twice as much weight to people who roll 2d20 compared to 1d20? That gives twice as much weight to the possibility of the 2d20 options, relative to the 1d20 options. That's fine, if you don't want to all the options to have equal probability.

For the sake of fairness, I'd probably use the first number rolled for the purpose of finding a winner. Otherwise, the 2d20 options will almost always win. Unless you purposely want those options to have a much higher chance of winning.

>>387087

>>387077

Another side effect of your scoring method is a tendency towards mediocrity in the protagonist's actual efforts (his luck rolls for actions). Since the 2d20 rolls are more likely to win, even if they roll average rolls (such was the case with our last winner with 10 and 11), then the protagonist is more likely to perform poorly. However, the 14 roll would have more likely had the protagonist succeeding at what he was trying to do.

>>387088

Yeah. I suppose that would be correct, never considered that. Ill take that into consideration. Thanks for the feedback.

I heard something about a Garden Freeman, I'd say that would work.

>>387421

You forgot to roll.

Rolled 7 (1d20)

>>387072

Had to delete my post because I didnt sage (I accept the dunce hat)

Anyways, I choose John Bels

Hey guys, OP here. I'm terribly sick right now. So no update this week, but I'll try to push it out next week.

>>387969

Still alive, OP?

>>389727

Yeah sorry, I've been in another country for a few weeks. Update coming soon.

Oh hey I’m back. Don't wanna bore you all with a blog post, but long story short, business had me in Russia for a while, and being the only black guy in the entire country caused passport issues somehow. But it's all solved now.

You stared up at your hosts sister, a few names going through your head. But you decide on one that you read constantly. “B-Ben…” You say with your usual stutter “Ben Gauche.” Naming yourself after the character in the book you always read.

“That name sounds very familiar. I swear I read it somewhere before. Oh well, no time to dwell, let's keep moving, Ben.” She says, giving your head a quick pat before she kept walking, you keeping only a few steps behind her. The noises of the crunching of dead leaves were heard as you and your host’s sister walked through the forest, but you felt her hand wrap around your mouth as she quickly ducked behind a tree with you in tow. She kept her hand tight around your mouth and nose, preventing you from breathing, but you heard some soft crunching as well.

“He is nearby, I felt her presence suddenly cut off. They are both nearby, let's hope we find them soon, I don't want to deal with the headache that is the Kingdoms United slave code.” The voice of Vahndeer says, the huntress following right behind him. You couldn’t get a good look at either of them due to you being forced to look ahead by your host’s sister. Once they passed by, she takes her hand off your mouth. Letting you breathe again, but you don’t get a moment to rest as she takes your wrist, running with you down a path.

“Oh just my luck, a girl can't ever smuggle with ease. Always got to be a hard day.” She says as she ran with you, looking behind her as both of your feet slammed into the ground. “Do me a favor and do not look back, or you open yourself up as a target!” She says, and as if right on que, a throwing dagger embeds itself into the tree next to you. “The border is right there, he won’t risk crossing it.” She says as they run across the forest, one knife seemed to go right for your head, but she pushes you ahead, catching the blade by its handle and throwing it back without missing a beat with her running. Without any hesitation she snapped her fingers, a wall of fire appearing behind you. She then ran up to you, grabbing your wrist while the momentum from her push was still sending you forward, almost toppeling you before she grabbed your wrist. Running with you past a sign, despite what she said, you look behind you, both Vahndeer and the huntress stop at some sort of invisible border. “Great, we made it, now we just got to worry about propaganda for awhile.” She says as she runs with you. Her chest rising and falling as she runs towards a small cabin. “Okay… now let's hope your friends made it, or their going to have a fun time being tortured by the king.” She says. “So Ben, we’re gonna be heading to the city, but this is up to you now that we’re safe. You want to rest here for a bit and wait for your friends, or do you want to walk straight to the city?” She asks, quickly sitting on the floor, catching her breath. “Damn, I need to run more.” She mutters under her breath.

———–

1. Run for the city

2. Wait for Eusa and Marigold to make sure they’re alright.

>>392890

I apologize for the long wait for such a short entry, but I need time to get back into the flow of writing in a story based sense. So my creative writing is gonna be a bit rusty for awhile.

>>392890

>admitting you're non-white on h8chan

oh you've dun it nao harry

Going with option 2, there's safety in numbers and all that

>>392890

>2. Wait for Eusa and Marigold to make sure they’re alright.

Lets wait and make sure they are safe.

>>392890

im guessing everyone is going to choose option 2 because its the smart thing to do, now that we actually have a chance to catch our breath and not worry for a while

I choose Option 2, wait for eusa and marigold, maybe see if we got some water or some kind of non-killable liquid to slake our thirst. That amount of running has to have made us thirsty

repost because I forgot to sage

Hey guys, OP here, new update coming tonight or tomorrow night. Sorry for the delay.

We’re going for option 2

“I-I wanna wait… I want to make sure t-they’re safe… Oh goodness..” You say with almost no air in your lungs, your heart going painfully wild in your chest, not being used to having to beat fast. Your own heartbeat drowns out everything in your eardrums making it absurdly difficult to hear, you sit down as your chest rises and falls, air continuously going in and out of your still developing lungs. You sit down on a box propped up against a wall. As soon as your legs have pressure taken off of them they instantaneously turn to jelly, refusing to let you stand until they have taken a long, proper break from the hell they had to endure. The cabin was small, only two rooms total in it. One filled with boxes filled with only the gods know what, the other room filled with some maps and a few tables with various scattered pieces of paper with some coded messages written on them.

“Ben, go ahead and try getting some rest, I’ll keep watch and let you know if anything or anyone comes in.” Your escort says, she gives your head a small pat and pulls a box under her with one of her tails as she sits down, looking out of the window as she keeps an eye out. As soon as you were given permission your body goes slack as you fall asleep almost instantly, your eyes slamming shut like a heavy stone door and not opening back up. At least until you feel a heat surrounding you, your eyes shoot open as you look around, you were in total darkness, save for a small window with bars made from an unknown material letting in faint amounts of light from torches on the walls outside. The flames didn’t give off the usual yellow light a normal torch would, they were blood red, giving the darkness a somehow worse and more dreadful feeling. Your heart starts to pick up again, your instincts tell you that you were not alone in this cell. And you feel how correct they were when you hear a female speak.

“Scared. Frail. Afraid without being in any danger. Yeah, you’re the flame child the conqueror goes on about.” You turn around and jump back, falling on your behind as you quickly scramble to the other side of the cell. “Don’t be afraid, child. Even if I had the intention of harming you, I wouldn’t be able to, these restraints make sure of that.” The voice says. As your eyes adjust to the darkness, you do in fact see a pair of translucent red chains holding whoever was speaking to you to the other side of the wall. “I’ll repeat myself, you’re in no danger. And don’t worry about someone finding you, only I can see you right now.” As she says that, a pair of bright red eyes shine from the figure, her irises were thin like a cats. But as previously mentioned, growing an unnaturally bright red. “I spent a great deal of energy that I spent decades gathering to bring you hear, and my message is going to have to be short for… complicated reasons.”

>>395782

“W-where am I?” You ask here, looking around the cell, but even as your eyes adjust to the darkness, it was as if the darkness of the room kept getting more intense, making it impossible to see. “Who are yo-”

“Time is short, child. I have to tell you this. Do not under any circumstances trust the church of unison. No matter what they say or what they do to you, avoid them. They will put a swift end to your life. Trust no one from that place, less you doom this world to her vision.” The figure says.

“I.. I uh…. Thanks?” You say, confused with your current situation. “B-b-but who are you?” You ask the figure.

“I have many titles and names that have been assigned to me. The traitor, the destructor, the descended one, the holy converted. But if you want my real name, then in the human tongue, it would be Yubel.” She says. “I knew your mother, and I promised her a great many things. Your safety is one of them…” She says, staying silent for a moment. “You must go now, you’re getting noticed.” Yubel says. “I’ll speak to you when you finally arrive.” She says.

“B-but w-wait, who is my mom? W-why are you chained up? Where even am I going to arr-”

“Ben! Ben!” A familiar voice says. Your eyes flutter open finally, you see marigold and Eusa, your escort standing beside you patting your head with a damp cloth.

“You had me scared that you were having a heart attack or something, kid. You just started sweating profusely and mumbling to yourself. And then just started jerking around in your sleep” Your escort says.

“Well, I don’t detect any health issues, and he seems to have gotten rid of what was bothering him while he was sleeping, I’ll keep an eye on him in the meantime, though.” Eusa says in her usual monotone voice.

“What was going on? Was it a bad dream?” Marigold asks, holding her manticore paw up to your forehead.

—————-

Important choice

A. Tell her about the dream

B. Just pass it off as a nightmare

>>395783

After what we went through, the shit we had to avoid, everthing? No way in hell are we passing this up as a nightmare.

I choose A, BUT, limit the details of what you experienced, see what their reactions are, don't mention Yubel unless absolutely necessary. They have done their best in saving us, but blind trust in this world is a quality that can end us as swift as a blade across our throat

>>395783

>B. Just pass it off as a nightmare

We have no obligation to tell them anything. We need to gather more information about the world around us before we decide who we can really trust. For the time being, lets accept anything we hear about the church of unison with a high degree of skepticism. And lets keep our mouth shut about Yubel and her information. But absolutely do not forget about it. Later on we can do research about Yubel and this church.

Tell them it was just a nightmare that you had been captured and returned to the castle where you came from.

>>395804

How much do we really know about these women, to be trusting them with stuff like this? We know virtually nothing about them, aside from the fact that they have some kind of incentive in keeping us alive. That doesn't necessarily mean that they truly have our best interests in mind. We should not trust them until we learn who they really are and where their allegiances truly lie.

>>395783

A

>>395783

Going for B.

OP here, new update tonight

>>398588

>OP here, new update tonight

No update?

>>395830 due to the way you worded it, sounds like you would be in favor of option B, so that's what I’m using for the tie breaker, if its not, well sorry. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

You look Marigold in the eyes and nod, all the eyes in the room on you. “Y-yeah… Just a very bad dream.” You say, standing up and stretching your arms. What you said raised a few eyebrows, as if they didn’t believe what you said. But they all gather their things and begin to walk, walking in front of you, leading you through the forest, the trees eventually fade into a grass field, and in the distance, a massive, sprawling city was seen, with a massive castle that reached into the clouds, even from this distance you could see just how massive it was in scale. With some parts of it still being built around the lower area, the city below it being built out of fine materials, even at the distance you were at, you swore whatever material the building were made out of shined light into your eyes.

“Welcome to Terra, land of the gods and angels, the country my mother helped build in the literal and figurative sense. You’ll be living in the kitsune villages just outside of it, but when you come of age, you’ll have the support of the government to help live until you get a solid enough living on your own.” Rose says to you, giving your head a quick pet. “You’ll like your life here a lot more than your old one, that's a given.” She says with a small smile. “Now let's get going, we still have a few dozen more miles until we’re there.” She says as your small party began to track again, passing by the fields full of farmers working, but you noticed people there that looked similar to your fellow slaves back in the old country.

“R-rose?” You say to get her attention.

“Yes child?”

“D-do you have slaves in this country as well?” You ask her.

She sighed softly before answering, “Yes we do, I suppose I forgot to mention that in all of the ruckus that took place back there. We do, but don't worry child, you’re not going to be forced into slavery in one country only to be made one here, slaves here are either immigrants working for their right to live in the country, criminals working their sentences or people agreeing to work for money in a contract. I forget the term for it, but it's a long term type contract that you get paid for completing after a few years.” She says, explaining everything to you.

“It’s understandably a little worrying for him, Rose.” Marigold says as Rose ponders the name of the contract in her head.

“I understand that, I’m just pointing that out. Oh, and before I forget, you two are going to have to apply for a special visa in the government or you’re both going to be spending a lot of time in prison, a good chunk of our military were wiped out at the commands and in some cases, by you personally. Sometimes in en mass.” She explains. “And that's if you don't just get tackled and thrown into a death cell the second we step foot into the city.”

“We’ll cross those bridges when we come to them.” Eusa says, even her undead and emotionless face seeming tired of the argument that was going to occur sometime in the future out of inevitability, these were two people from countries that have been very on and off with their wars against each other, to the point where its become somewhat of a joke that every disagreement between the two countries was going to be a war.

“Oh, Ben.” Rose says as she looks at you. “We have a choice, we either head straight to the village, or we do as planned and head into a rented room to rest for a bit.”

Important Choice!

A. Rest at the room

B. Head straight to the village

Sorry for the delay again, I was in one country when I said I would update, then had an emergency call to head back to another. International business sucks.

>>398718

Let's rest at the room, try to unwind a little

>>398718

>A. Rest at the room

Lets rest a bit.

I get this board is restored, but is this CYOA truly perma-dead, or is it still going on

screw it, necro or not we got this board back as well as the CYOAs, are we letting this die, or has it continued somewhere else?

Hey guys, op for this CYOA here, I'll be continuing this cyoa at some other time. I live in Russia (thanks to work) and the covid stuff is fucking me sideways with a screwdriver tied to a steely dan, check either here or smugloli for when for this cyoa continues.

>>406647

Man i hope ppl come back