815cf9 No.378487
You had been born on the 5th of Frostfall 3E268 to an Colovian mother and a Cyrodiilic born Nord father in Bruma. Your father had been a legionnaire, now the local smith in the city, used his pension money to buy some land outside of Bruma and start a farm. You knew your way around a forge, but you been a farmer most of your life. You loved tending to crops and making plants grow. There was nothing better than using or selling that which you had grown yourself.
Your father however, insisted on training you in sword-craft. He taught you how to defend yourself, how to hunt and track, how to live off the land, and how to ride but he also taught you other things. Old Nordic stories, tales of heroes and their exploits. Tales of Ysgramor and the 500, the Night of Tears, the age of the dragons, and the heroes that brought it to an end.
Being a son of the Empire he also taught you of your Colovian heritage. How the Colovians and the Nords were more alike than people thought. Brave and loyal, pragmatic and truthful. These were the ways of both people. He taught you the ancient songs of the Nordic bards of old. How the one thing you can trust is your own wit and steel. Your mother was much less extravagant in her teachings. Through her you learned of the Nine Divines, cooking skills, bartering skills, the importance of humility and good will, but most importantly, she taught you how to read.
You would spend cold winters reading in the local chapel, books on St. Alessia and her rebellion, the exploits of Pelinal Whitestrake, St. Alessia and the Nedic peoples throwing off the yoke of the Ayleids, the birth and life of Reman Cyrodiil, but your favorites were of the life and exploits of Tiber Septim. Usually the other Nords in the city scoffed at the idea of spending so much time in books, but your father let no such rumors persist. His son may be an Imperial, but the blood of the first men flowed in your veins.
It is your eighteenth summer, the first of Last Seed, you have grown into a strong young man. Your eyes flutter open, looking at the ceiling of your room. Sitting up, you run your hand through your short hair and swing your feet off the bed. You take a look around your room. There are several book shelves, all packed with tomes and book of Nordic, Nedic, Colovian, and Nibenese folk lore, culture, and history. Piles of parchment, quills, ink wells, and more books lay on your desk. Above it hung your bow, a hickory hunting bow, and a quiver of arrows. A dresser stood next to your desk and a trunk at the foot of your bed. Next to the trunk were your boots. A satchel hung on the wooden chair at your desk, rolls of parchment stuck out it. On a peg hung a short sword and a dagger.
What do you?
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807524 No.378488
This upsets me because I legit thought Warriorquest was back.
reeee.
Also, whats the setting and what does this have to do with Monstergirls.
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e823fd No.378489
>>378488
>Also, whats the setting
"Elder Scrolls" is right there in the title
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807524 No.378499
>>378489
I was really hoping it was going to be something far less gay than the furshit of eldar scrolls but okay.
>>378487
Try to cross the border illegaly
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de2245 No.378500
*LISTENING INTENSIFIES*
>nobody
<Pulls out Pic Related from under the bed
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001383 No.378505
Let’s see, we’re an 18 year old scholar who has some combat training. It’s currently 3E 286 if my math is right. Meaning Uriel Septim the 5th is currently emperor. Though he will die in Akavir in about 4 years time. His son, being only 5 will have the elder council rule in his stead, often passing legislation that gave them additional powers or some other benefit and limited the power of the emperor. Uriel Septim the VI will be crowned at the age of 22 and spend much of his reign struggling with the elder council. Since the only real power he has is the power to veto at this point he recreates many defunct or disbanded units to bully the council into giving back his powers.
Other than that none of the major events from the games will happen for another century iirc.
Given our background, joining the legion or attempting to join one of the colleges would make a decent amount of sense. Alternatively figuring out how to serve the royal family would be pretty cool too. Do we have any magic OP? If we do we could join one of the magical colleges and become a spellsword or something.
>>378500
>>378499
Learn to sage
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364022 No.378507
>>378487
>sees pic
>oh boy Warrior Quest is back!
>reads thread
YOU NIGGER
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001383 No.378513
>>378507
His picture is literally the imperial city in Cyrodill. It’s not warrior quest but there no reason to shit up a thread.
>>378487
OP I also change my vote to joining the imperial legion and volunteering to join the Emperor’s armada.
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807524 No.378517
>>378513
>Shit up a thread
>An Elder scrolls thread
>on a Monstergirl board
>No indication there's any MG's in a setting full of furshit
What kind of quadruple nigger logic is this.
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044256 No.378520
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001383 No.378522
>>378517
I’m going to go out on a limb and say that OP is probably aware of the board rules and has changed the setting. It’d be fucking easy too. Just about every non human race has a readily available monster girl species to replace them with. Unless OP is terminally stupidand I’d prefer to give him the benefit of the doubt since this has good story potentialhe would have already changed it.
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02c572 No.378596
>>378487
We see if the tales that dreugh females are like crab mermaids is true, if there really are kajiiti outcasts who are more girl than cat in the deep deserts, and if draemora ladies like it hot
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b7fe15 No.378602
>>378489
THE DREAMER IS AWAKE
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c0b891 No.378607
>>378487
>Elder Scrolls quest
>Not starting in some manner of prison
Obviously something has gone wrong, and we need to get locked up as soon as possible so the quest can start. Go punch a guard and submit to imprisonment.
>>378522
Just defur the Kahjiit, descale the Argonians and purge the sluts from the various elven races and it'll be fine.
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001383 No.378618
>>378607
In this case getting ourselves put in prison accomplishes nothing. The only major thing going on is Uriel Septim V’s of some islands and hisdoomed invasion of Akavir. Then his son gets crowned king at the age of 5. The elder council rules in his stead for 17 years, and when he finally takes the throne he spends all of his reign taking back the power the council took.
The warp of the west wont occur for another 130 years and the events of morrowind another 10 after that. Though now that I’m looking at another timeline to see what else happens around 286 we could always follow Fasil Umbranox and fight some pirates. That would be cool
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c0b891 No.378620
>>378618
It just doesn't feel right to start an Elder Scrolls quest and not be incarcerated, but I suppose OP has a plan.
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001383 No.378624
>>378620
I don’t think we start off a prisoner in daggerfall do we? I might be misremembering.
>>378618
Should read “Uriel Septim V’s conquest of some islands.”
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2b5da8 No.378864
>>378487
You sat up out of bed, stretched, and were rewarded with several satisfying cracks from your back. Walking over to your door, you nudged it open. The hall way greeted you, the sound of gentle lute music drifted into your ears and the smell of fresh bread graced your nose. With a smile, you turned and walked to your dresser and pulled out a white shirt and brown trousers.
Your bare feet pad on the wooden floors as you walk down to the washroom. The washbasin was full of clear and cool water, grabbing a bar of soap, you lather you hands and begin to wash your face and hair. Rinsing the night’s grease and grim away, you breath in, ready to start your day.
Coming down the stairs and into the kitchen, your mother is pulling a loaf of bread from the iron stove in the kitchen and your da’ is humming a tune while he plucks the lute.
“Morning mum, dad.” you say.
Your mom turns and smiles, only to almost drop the loaf. She curses, which is met with a chuckle from your father. She plops the loaf on the table and then rounds on him, grabbing a wooden spoon. She greets you as she approaches your father.
“Good morning dear, sleep well?” She asks, spoon tightly gripped and murder in her eyes.
“By the Nine, she’s armed. Son, distract the beast while yer da’ beats a hasty retreat to-AH!”
The thwack of the spoon meeting your father’s head brings a smile to your face. He laughs, dodging and weaving around your furious mother.
“For once Gregor, I’d like to see you make breakfast! You big oaf! I may as well married an orc!”
It was rather funny to watch your mother, a shorter woman, chase after your father, a man who surprised Altmer by looking them squarely in the eyes. Settling down to the bread and a bowl of porridge, you eat your breakfast. Washing it down with a few swings of spring water, you head to the main area. Your father was holding your mother up in the air while she yelled and kicked at him. Her bare feet thudding off his chest as he could barely keep himself upright as he laughed.
Your mother stopped kicking at your father and looked to you.
“You eat your breakfast, dear?”
You nod as your father let her down. She gives him a solid punch in the side, to no effect, and walks up to you.
“I’ll be heading uptown today to buy spices and some jam from Alana. Want anything?”
“No thanks ma’, I got some jerky and arrows last week. You don’t need to go to the butcher, I’ll be going out with Salim to find some deer.”
She smiles and hugs you again, then grabs a shawl and pulls it tightly around her. Grabbing her basket, she bids you and your father farewell and heads off.
Turning around, your father is fiddling with the lute. He motions you over and you comply. He looks you up and down and raises an eyebrow.
“Your troubled?”
You shake your head, but your father maintains his gaze.
“You got too much Northern blood in you, you can’t lie like those southern diplomats. What is it?”
You say nothing. He breaths in and sits up.
“You’ve been talking to the recruiter haven’t you?”
You nod, he sighs and gestures for you to take a seat next to him. You comply, feeling like a scolded child. He places his hand on your shoulder and meets your gaze. His blue eyes met yours.
“Of everything you could have gotten, you get my eyes.” He said quietly. “Do you want to because I was? Because your father scraped on the armor and joined the ranks of the Emperor?”
You nod.
“When you were three, I joined. The Emperor called for the annexation of a little island to the north of Solitude in the Sea of Ghosts. It took us three year to take that miserable piece of rock from the natives. Three years of night raids, cultists and wizards shooting flames at us, and starving to near death in muddy holes. Went I was run through by a spearman on the final siege, I was left for dead. A shaman, one of the very people we had been fighting for three years, dragged my from the corpses and began to heal me.”
He looked down, gripping his lute.
“Every morning I wake up and look in the mirror, seeing the eyes of a man who has made some very horrible mistakes. I don’t want to look into yours and see the same thing.”
You sit quietly for a moment and then speak.
“Father, The Emperor is calling for one last great undertaking, he says this will be the campaign that will mark him down in the books. Da’ I want to be with him when that happens. You told me that loyalty is one of the most important things I could have, so I want to prove that. I want to join father.”
He sighed and ran his hand over his face.
“Go hunting with Salim. Cool your head and think. You could own this farm or the shop, you’re good at both. Please, just think it over.”
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bd2313 No.378865
>>378864
fug, need to run everything through a word document for spell check
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001383 No.378878
>>378865
>>378864
>>378865
Good stuff so far. Don’t sweat the misspellings too much. Just proofread before you post it and it’ll be fine. Looking forward to more
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4f7e6b No.378887
Not sure if this will have mg. But, your wording and style of writing are very entertaining.
I can look past. The no mg if this kind of quality continues.
Double bonus points if you manage to put mg into this aswell. Keep it up and we will have one hell of a story here.
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c0b891 No.378971
>>378864
You've got pretty good writing but this being a monster girl board it kind of needs monster girls in it or it doesn't belong on the board. Again, defurring and descaling Khajiit and Argonians works wonders.
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001383 No.378977
>>378971
We haven’t even gotten to the other races anon. Have some patience my friend.
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c0b891 No.378978
>>378977
I was meaning to reference >>378887 saying he could look past the no mg. We kind of can't because if there aren't cute monster girls, what's the point?
But yeah, OP can wait and put them in where they make sense for the story.
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890e67 No.379019
>>378887
>Not sure if this will have mg.
It better have MG or this thread isn't on the right forum. But I'm not too worried. There is plenty of wiggle room in the ES lore to allow for races that are more like monstrgirls than furries, such as the Khajiir subspecies Ohmes and Ohmes-Raht. They look much more human than the other subspecies. You could easily invent other races like this. Or have them be half-orc or half-argonian or whatever.
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890e67 No.379020
>>379019
>Or have them be half-orc or half-argonian or whatever
Or half-Khajiit. Not to mention magically manipulated races. My favorite Skyrim follower mod has a Khajiit that was magically modified to look much more human.
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7a4f64 No.379265
>>379020
that is too much fur, are you sure you should be here?
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001383 No.379267
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7a4f64 No.379273
>>379267
fuck you nigger I made this thread
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7a4f64 No.379274
>>378864
You nod and stand, walking up the stairs and going back into your room. You think on what your father said. Rorseca had been the first of the Emperor’s ambitions. Then Cathnoquey, Yneslea, and finally Esroniet. Pulling your boots on, you then a thick wool coat and grabbed a brown cloak, tying it over your shoulders. Slinging your bow over your shoulder, strapping the quiver to your hip, and the short sword to your other. Finally, you open your desk and pull out a pair of gloves and a leather-bound journal, then you grab a few pieces of parchment, a number of quills, and two sealed ink wells; which you stuff into your satchel and sling over young shoulder. You raced down the stairs and stopped in the entry way. Your father watched you from the kitchen, his pack and tools on the table. He looked up to you and raised an eyebrow.
“I will not act brashly father, I promise you this.” you say “I’ll be home tonight and tomorrow we’ll have plenty of venison.”
He smiles and shakes his head, then taps his chest.
“One arrow to the heart, I don’t want Kyne’s wrath coming down on this household.”
You nod, then open the door and leave. Closing the door behind you, you look up at the Great chapel. Talos, Tiber Septim, Stormcrown, these names you were familiar with. You spent many winter’s speaking with the priests and studying the ancient tomes of knowledge in it’s halls. Pushing those thoughts aside, you made your way to the tavern. Walking up the steps of the city, you come to the Jerral View Inn. Coming in, you are greeted to the smell of baked pies and meat cooking. Chatter from the other patrons and the whistle of a flute gretted your ears. Waving to the bar you greet the man sitting behind it, a portly but kind looking man named Halgar Hollowleg. He smiles and points to the back of the inn, where a familiar figure sat. Thanking him, you walk over to the man.
“Morning Salim.”
The Redguard looked up from his stew and bread, and his face broke into a smile. He stood and the two of you hugged. Sitting down with your friend, you gave him a once over. Salim was a few inches taller than you, his tan skin a stark contrast to the pale people that crowded into the inn. He wore his hair short, a holdover from his father instilling the same sense of self grooming that your own father had set in you.
“Short hair will never get in your eyes or muffle hearing in a helmet.” You remember his father saying, your father nodding along.
Salim and you had been friends for almost all your lives, his father and yours had served together in the Legion. Your father had fought up a barricade when the vanguard that Salim’s father was part of was cut off in a counter attack, hacking through several of the native warriors to get to his friend. The two had fought out of barricade and escaped together, the two then were near inseparable. When your father was wounded at the final battle of the campaign, it was Salim’s father who spent two weeks picking through the dead on the field looking for him. When your father finally stumbled in from the woods, the two returned home together. It was Salim’s father that introduced your father to your mother in Skingrad.
Salim took a deep chug of his ale and gestured to the empty chair, you sit down and ready yourself.
“I picked up the trail of a small herd of elk, coming up from the south after spring. They’ll be heading towards their old grazing lands. Enough hides and meat for a rather good haul. There is only one problem.”
You lean forward with interest.
“Spriggans.”
You groan and sit back in your chair. Of course it’s spriggans, the fucking tree women.
“They’ve been moving with the herd, I don’t know why.”
You sit for a moment, then look to Salim. He shrugs.
“Any ideas?” he asks.
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7a4f64 No.379275
this is what I get for phone posting
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890e67 No.379278
>>379265
>that is too much fur
She's human enough where it counts. That pose is just emphasizing her feline features.
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c228b0 No.379289
>>378487
Pre-Oblivion Cyrodiil best Cyrodiil.
>>379019
Pic is too furry. Ohmes are almost indistinguishable from Bosmer and have to use tattoos for a more cat-like appearance.
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890e67 No.379290
>>379289
Could be. I just a grabbed the first image from image search that looked reasonable for making the point.
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001383 No.379300
>>379274
Well spriggans are weak to fire, however I doubt two youngand low level hunters can take more than one of them on. We’d be better off trying to lure them away from the herd or otherwise distracting them, then grabbing an elk while they’re away.
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7a4f64 No.380514
>>379274
“Fire. We’re gonna need fire. Torches. Pitch. Tar. All of that.” You say.
Salim sits back, a little surprised.
“Aren’t you supposed to be the voice of reason between the two of us?”
You smile.
“I want these hides. We skin enough we’ll be able to hire on some workers for the farm and the meat will fetch a good price at the capitol.” You say.
Salim sits there for a moment, then pulls out a bag of Septims, after pouring a few coins into his hand, he tosses it in his hand while looking at you. Smiling, he throws it to you. You catch it effortlessly and then the both of you stand. Salim flips a coin to Hollowleg, you smiles and waves.
“Good luck to you boys.” He says.
You and Salim wave back and head down to the general store. The bored clerk raised an eyebrow when you piled a bundle of torches and jars of pitch on the counter.
“Twenty gold.”
“15.”
“19.”
“16.”
The clerk’s eyes narrowed, though he warily looked at Salim who grinned back him.
“17.”
“Done.”
Collecting the torches and placing the pitch in your bag, you both walked out of Bruma. Salim walked down to the stables, stopping before a painted horse. You walked over to a chestnut brown horse, Alessia. He patted it and motioned for the pretty stable girl to bring over the saddle, while you hooked the bridle and tack. Patting the horse on the nose, it head bumped you. Alessia had been a gift from your father three years ago,
Laughing, you walked over to Salim. Your friend rummaged through his saddle bag and unrolled and long bag. Rolling your eyes, you already knew what was in it. Your friend pulled out a short sword and several knives. Taking time to buckle two knives to his chest, three at his hip along with his sword, and one in his boot. The stable girl watched in bewilderment as your friend turned from traveler to fighter in a heartbeat. Salim, ever the charmer, winked at the girl, causing her to flush red and turn away. Salim looked at you and smiled, then mounted his horse. Digging through your pockets, you produced the coin purse he gave you. You gave a few coins to the stable girl and mounted the horse as well. One hand on Salim’s shoulder, the other on the hilt of your sword, the two of you rode out.
Thundering down the road, you chastise your friend.
“I don’t know why you always tease Anges. She’s a nice girl.”
Salim laughed and shook his head.
“I know, maybe I’m just cruel.”
You scoff and watch the road, hoping no bandits or anything of that sort comes out of the brush asking for you to stand and deliver. Riding east along the Orange Road past Bleaker’s Way, you ask Salim if he’s thought of a plan yet.
“Aye, soak some of your arrows in pitch. Nail one of elk, we throw it on the back of Jen here” he said patting the horse, “Any spriggans get any ideas, we light the arrows and nailed them. Soak the swords if we have to.”
You sit there for a moment listening, mulling it over.
“How am I gonna get the elk?”
“You’ll dismount, and I’ll herd them around, you pick off a good one. I’ll double back and then we’ll make a break for it.”
You nod, though you feel like this a bit of a slap-dash plan. You continued to ride for most of the day, only stopping around dusk. You were at the edge of the Great Forrest, looking down the hills onto the great mass of trees. You dismounted and walked to the hill top as Salim tied his horse to a nearby tree.
“The herd is to the south of us, if I’m right they’ll be coming this way early tomorrow.” He yelled up to you.
“We should make camp, I’ll gather some wood.”
A few minutes later you and Salim sit around a crackling fire, munching on bread and cheese and passing a water skin back and forth. Looking up at Secunda and Masse, you feel content. Salim suddenly tenses and places a hand on his sword.
“There’s something out there.”
What do you do?
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001383 No.380526
It’s probably the spriggans. If we haven’t yet we need to cover the arrows in pitch, our swords too, and be ready to light them. Whatever happens do NOT let them close in to melee. We’ll probably be ripped to shreds.
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7a88fd No.380541
>>380514
Stay where you are, don’t charge off into the night
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890e67 No.380552
>>380514
We should prepare to fight, like >>380526 mentioned. Once fully prepared, then one of you can carefully check to perimeter with a torch in hand.
>>380541
All replies in CYOA threads should sage. Only OP bumps with new content.
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1e09a6 No.380950
>>378487
>in cyrodiil
>raised to be sneak archer
seems legit
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c70fcf No.380953
>>380950
Certainly can be the case, but learn to sage next time faggot Explore your reply box While i'm here, stay in place and pitch your gear just in case
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e285ac No.386332
>>380514
You shift up, looking at Salim for a moment, then to the shapes moving in the darkness, sighing and standing.
“I wish I had brought my horse, two riders are better than one footman and a rider.”
Salim gave you an annoyed look.
“That’s how we’ve always hunted, you never complained, meant less time cleaning your horse.”
“I hate riding on one horse with you, you always take the bad roads.”
Salim unsheathed his sword, as did you. Walking around, you slung your bow over your shoulder and then grabbed a torch and lit it on the fire. The dull orange glow of the fire making the shapes dart back into the shadows. You reached up and unhooked your cloak, letting it drop to the ground. Your sword glinted in the fire light. Salim’s horse whinnied and reared up, it’s eyes full of fear.
“You’re the one that had it saddled, you could have just taken it with us.” Salim quipped, stepping around the fire, eyes darting at the shadows.
“Wasn’t thinking…” you replied, watching the darkness and opening your bag.
You pull out a jar of pitch and open it, drizzling the liquid on the blade, then taking a piece of cloth and rubbing it along the blade. Salim calmly walked over and did the same. He then stooped and picked up a torch, lighting it as well. You could see it in the dark now, the glowing eyes.
“Salim…”
“I know, back to back don’t let them get behind us.
“Yup.”
More eyes began to appear, yellow and narrowed. A low growl echoed from the dark.
“Timber Wolves, protect the horse.”
The large canines slunk into the glow of the fire, five of them. You lock eyes with one of the beasts and see its eyes flash green.
“Spriggans! Salim, it’s-“
The animal snarled and lunged forward, you stumbled back and slashed upward. The blade sliced the wolf’s face, leaving a deep gash. It recoiled and you followed up with a strong kick. Your boot collided with the beasts face, breaking its neck against the hardened leather of your boot. You spun to see Salim throw one of his knives square into the forehead of a wolf, dropping the animal. You leapt over the fire as another of the beasts came at you. You swing your torch at the wolf, which snarled and leapt back into the darkness. Salim turned to unhook the bridle of the horse, only for its eyes to flash a familiar green.
“Jen!” Salim cried as the horse reared and knocked your friend to the ground. You rush over and yank him back from the stomping hooves. The horse snorted and shook it’s head, the green tint flashing as a coil of green energy wraps around the horse like vines. The horse shook and let out a panicked cry, then turned and bolted into the darkness. Salim whirled around, looking to you with panic in his eyes.
“We’re fucked.”
With that another four wolves came out of the darkness.
“Up the tree!”
The two of you turned and dashed to the tree. Salim grabbed and branch and hauled himself up, then turned and reached down to you. You grip his hand and scramble up as a wolf’s jaws barely miss your foot. As Salim jumped to another branch, you toss him your sword and unsling your bow. You nock and fire an arrow at one of the wolves, hitting it in the neck. Nocking another arrow, you take down another one before the rest get the idea and flee. Salim angrily stared at the small pack, gripping the two blades. With a roar, he leapt down and dashed for the fire. You swore and drew your hunting knife. Dropping down, you slam into one of the beasts, grabbing it by the neck and stabbing it several times in the gut. You looked up to see Salim plunge the two blades into the fire and then round on the remaining wolves. When one lunged at him, he eviscerated it. Like a Sabercat in the far north, Salim tore into his enemy with a flurry of blades. The pack stuttered, the green eyes flickering back to yellow. With a whimper, the remaining wolves turned and fled. Collecting your breath, the two of you sit in shock, looking down at the dead wolves.
As dawn breaks, you wearily open your eyes and groaned, You and Salim spent the night in the tree. Grabbing ahold of the branch, you lowered yourself to the ground. Salim was crouching over the fire, eating some bread and taking a drink from his water skin. Sitting next to the crackling fire, you take the waterskin from him and take a swig. Salim tossed you your cloak, which you wrapped around yourself. Your friend shook his head and stood up. He then pointed in north.
“Jen bolted, Magic probably.” Salim said.
“Fucking Spriggans.” You mutter
“Jen’s gone north, but the wolves went east.”
You stare at the small fire, then open your bag. You have four jars of pitch and seven torches. Takign another swig of water you look first northward then eastward.
What do you do?
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001383 No.386353
OP you’re alive! I was starting to think we’d never get an update.
Let’s hunt down the horse, at the very least we can’t go back without her.
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890e67 No.386740
>>386332
Going for our horse like >>386353 says seems like a fine idea, if we can track her.
And OP, does this mean you're going to make regular updates again or not?
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f2d067 No.386940
>>386740
Lol I dunno maybe
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890e67 No.386957
>>386940
More importantly, are you ever gonna bring any monstergirls into the story?
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890e67 No.386958
>>386940
Also, you should sage if you're not adding new content. Even if it is your thread…
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76ea85 No.387507
>>386332
Track down your horse. Horses are expensive.
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