So yeah faggot forces of the unknown have caused our world to merge/combine with fantasy bullshit. What does Jow Forums do to fight off keeblers, greenskins other fairytale fucks? What is the best AA for fighting dragons? Magic is now a thing, inexplicably, but it has rules unknown to us.
Old world governments have managed to hold on to major urban and suburban areas, but rural areas range from fragile peace to complete chaos.
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FUG ELF BAGINA WITH MY BIG BENIS :DDDDD
>inb4 no fun allowed fag chimps out
I close out of the video game.
I guess your benis can be counted as a weapon, so this is Jow Forums related.
post the sticky next time OP
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>pull trigger at target
>Target is just a piece of wood
BANG
>wood splits in half
>oh my
>what is this feeling in my lions
>"oh that was a weak piece of wood... you know I'll actually get a target; hold on a sec"
>human hunter leaves
>man
>I could get used to having this kind of power
>hear some rustling and mumbling
>smell a rancid scent
>oh fuck
>goblins are near
>look around
>see the bushes moving
>what do
>look at gun
>I know what do
>work "bolt" quickly
BANGBANGBANGBANG
>"WHAT WHAT'S GOING ON-"
>The hunter comes back to see a goblin fall out of the bush
>with no head
>or neck
>and half it's upper torso gone
>"Gee hunter, these guns sure are powerful weapons!"
>What is the best AA for fighting dragons?
HEAT or SABOT AA missile
>off-topic bullshit that's relevant because "Jow Forums" is in it
Suck a piece of shit fresh from your dead mama's asscrack, faggot.
Go back to your AR/AK general fun hater
LARP is half the fun of Jow Forums; If you don't like it you can go back to reading lame/crappy shitposting, meme calibers, or chang talking about his new wunderwaffe of the week
>Colbert gif
Go back to plebbit
OP knew about this
your fags are easy to predict
IMPLESSIVE CHINESE QUANTUM BATTLESHIP DRIVE POWELR GLEAT MAG CANNON TO DESTRLOY AMELICAN SHIP HOW ALRE AMELICAN GOING TO RECOVEL
Keep it going, I like it
>Magic is now a thing, inexplicably, but it has rules unknown to us.
just wait till the archmages of B&V unlock it's secrets and usher a new age of aircraft
Create the Humanis Policlub obviously
>”Good news Shovel. You have your wife to yourself now.”
>he gives me a funny look
>Loreli coughs into her hand, looking at the pile of red meat on the bed
>”What could have done this?” she asks
>look at the pile of elf salsa “No weapon I’ve ever seen…”
>”Not even the Annihilator?”
>Shovel looks at me “You have one of those?”
>”Long story. No, it usually makes people explode.”
>”Then what happened to him?”
>”Well, the door was unlocked, so it looks like he was expecting a visitor, and got one he wasn’t expecting.”
>look at Walks, who shamefully covers herself with her hands
>she looks at Shovel, who simply replies “Begone. I will be sure to discipline you later.”
>her face flushes and she stumbles back to her cabin
>I think she just left a puddle on the floor
>”So, Shovel, did you hear anything? Your cabin is right next door.”
>”No, nothing. Fucker was sneakier than a gook in a rice field.”
>”Hey Loreli, go get a guard or something.”
>she nods, tightens her robe, and walks off with Ding
>”Well this is fucked.”
>”Right, sorry I didn’t make it to your wedding.” I tell Shovel
>”It’s cool, you had your own engagements to oversee.”
>I gesture to the pile of red chunks on the bed
>”You didn’t do that, right?”
>he looks at me “Of course not. I had a plan to deal with him off the train.”
>good man
>”So why are you guys on the train anyway? Romantic vacation?”
>he looks around
>”I’ll tell you later, in private.”
Think I missed some posts? Last bit i read they dealt with the skaven problem and were going to go on a cruise with the vampire queen girl?
check the sticky, entire story is archived there. Will check with the guy on getting it fully caught up. pastebin.com
>entire story is archived there.
archived version is missing a few posts
Archive guy? Terroranon here. Far too lazy to actually go back through all my shit, so here's a recap.
>be me
>racewar starts at local high school
>orcnigger rapes my little sister
>I chimp the fuck out and kill him and his family
>go innawoods with elfbro and bomb a fucking bus
>recruit some other people who are fed up with orcs' niggerdry
>dwarfbro from work quits his job to come help and brings his son
>rescue a tiny storm giant from goblin gang-rape squadron and she signs on
>[terrorism intensifies]
>more people come find us
>one group brings a 12yo Jow Forumsleric who ran away from home
>Mounties find us and almost push our shit in
>group splits up and most make it to secondary location
>find our Jow Forumsleric went to juvie
>bust her out with a truckload of fertilizer and a lot of guns
>melt a fucking LAV during retreat
>go home and party
>wake up with horrible hangover and a lot of clothes missing
>elfbro cooks breakfast and all is well
elf girls were made for big human cock
>I had just pulled on my clothes when the entire train lurched, gaining speed
>well fuck
>hear shouting out in the corridor, and Loreli burst in, Ding holding onto her shoulder
>as Loreli starts throwing on her gear, I ask what the hell is happening
>”There is something out there, killing passengers.”
>huh
>this escalated fast
>I was planning on tracking down the murderer in some huge mystery
>I even had a list of suspects
>”So much for a cruise. I’ll get the Countess.”
>”Be careful.”
>give her a quick kiss, and grab Ding
>the train lurched again, throwing me to the wall as I exited the cabin
>hear Loreli swearing in elvish as I cross to the Countess’ cabin and knock
>she answers, Armor standing behind her
>”Hey. We may have to cut the vacation short.”
>the train lurches again
>Loreli runs over, leaning on the wall
>”user. The train is going too fast. It could derail.”
>”Right. You take the Countess to the Caboose. Armor can probably disconnect it.”
>”And you?”
>”I’m going to stop this train.”
>she blinks “Then I’m going with you.”
>”No. You protect her. We’re security after all.”
>”Ano-”
>”No.” I interrupt, grabbing her by the shoulders
>”You go. I’ll follow you.”
>she looks like she’s trying to find something to say, but just grabs onto me
>”Be safe.”
>pat the back of her head
>”user!”
>look over and see Shovel dragging his woman out of their cabin, a weird, long case gripped in his hand
>”Shovel. You two go with them. Keep them safe or I’ll take your shovel away.”
>he looks at me, and pulls off his suit jacket, unholstering a 1911 tucked under his arm
>he shoves the weird casing into Walks’ arms
>”Woman. Go. I’ll spank you when I get back.”
>what the fuck
>sure
>whatever
continued from last bread
>”alright boys, if you see any of those fuckers don’t Hesitate, they can be surprisingly dangerous.”
>noting the lack of an obvious trap, we continue
>it doesn't take long before we begin to hear them
>have you ever heard a wood ant or termite infestation, and that chewing noise that comes with it
>some of us are starting to panic
>our resident cowboy runs up ahead and falls in a crude trap
>the weak limestone walls cave in and out pop the goblins
>into a narrow cave
>in a line
>against people with guns
>in all of there seconds the goblins cease to exist
>blood everywhere, looks like a tarantino movie
>well that was easy
>Will, our cowboy, is a different matter
>those spikes were covered in goblin shit
>he does in route
Fucker didn’t ever get an honourable death
Mfw subelfs try to compete with BHC
Chosen user, missed posting last night
> Soon after the kommandos set up shop inside the town's common, a three story high building reminiscent of an old English Village Mayor's Office, complete with a little iron fence, garden, and wood elf parts.
> How endearing.
> We Chosen, on the other hand, decided to set up shop inside a little storehouse 15 meters away from the Center.
>Between 30 kommandos and 16 Chosen, the center wouldn't have been spacious enough, plus we didn't want to be present when those autists started shoving their barrels up their asses, or when they would eventually gang rape a live deer they caught in a trap somewhere.
> Kaptain went over to discuss patrols and guard duty with their CO, while we hunkered down for the night.
> We were rudely awoken at the ass crack of dawn to the screams of a warband.
> The forest bitches decided rolled up with some dryads and a shaman.
> They even had a few lycanthropes, but nothing cool.
> Minly just some really tall, really rotted goat dudes
> Oddly enough, Kilwin mentioned he could smell blood and copper in the air
> The most impressive thing, though, was the sheer size of the elf force
>There must have been at least 150-175 of the fuckers
> Impressed.png
> For whatever reason, the tree fuckers stood at the clearing of the woods about 200 meters opposite of our position, with only a few buildings obscuring our field of view
> The perimeter guards rushed back to the town center, and a few kommandos climbed on to the roofs of surrounding buildings to spread the balance our firing line
> Karl, the resident slavaboo of fireteam 4 stepped up to the window of our storehouse to see what the fuck was going to happen. >He said something about the shaman gathering some form of eergy
> Moments later, giant wave of blue energy ripped into the front of the storehouse, and showered the rest of us chosen in medium rare chunks of Karl
> Won't see that fucker in a couple of weeks, I sure as hell hope his reforming goes smoothly
> The shaman started to begin casting some spell
> Kancer rushed to the hole left in front of us frantically screaming “FUCK FUCK FUCK!!!”
> Before the shaman could finish casting his spell, Kancer casted some stage 1‚000 cancer on his ass with his enchanted Gewehr.
> He clipped the Shaman in the hip, and the tumors spread rapidly
> The shaman hit the ground screaming, tumors engulfing his form
> After about ten or fifteen seconds, the shaman errupted in a cloud of pus, elf, and magic
> Enraged, the elven lines started to charge us
> Sothefunbegins.gif
>the fight makes its way up on top of the train
>just picture a fight that is a combination between the Three Stooges and Pirates of the Caribbean
>false Shovel begins monologuing
>”Aaahhh, so you have solved my plan…”
>fucking what no
>”You must have known it was me…”
>he ripples, and turns into that weird elf cultist guy
>who are you
>”YES! IT WAS ME ALL ALONG!”
>WHO THE FUCK WERE YOU
>”SOON WE WILL USHER IN HIS RETURN!”
>WHOS FUCKING RETURN LORELI WAS TOO BUSY SUCKING ME TO TELL ME
>”NOW ALL I NEED IS THE RELIC!”
>”WHO THE FUCK ARE YOU?”
>he kind of stops, and looks at me
>”Really?”
>he twirls his bayonet
>”It is I! His prophet! Herald of Rysulke!”
>”WHO IS THAT?”
>he stops again, and looks at Shovel
>”Wait. He isn’t even involved?”
>”Nah.”
>”He doesn’t know about the Relic?”
>”Nope.”
>he bites his lip
>”Where is the relic?”
>the train shakes as the caboose disconnects
>”Gone.”
>he takes a deep breath
>”FUCK! THIS TOOK WEEKS TO PLAN!”
>”Hey buddy, you did pretty good. Did you at least have fun?”
>he glares at me
>”Are you fucking crying?”
>”NO!”
About one week after Will’s death
>be just walking along when i hear something up ahead
>”hold up boys, this could be fun”
>and first i didn’t see anyone against the black background of the cave
>can kind of make out outlines though
>oh shit, i realise i can’t see em because they’re black
>we found the fucking nigger-elves
>decide to plan an ambush
>strip one of our guys naked, send him out as bait
>”oh no! I, a pathetic human, have gotten lost. How will I ever get out of this situation? Oh, could you nice elves please not enslave me?”
>after they get distracted by him, we get around their flanks
>mag-dump right into them
>they actually put up a good fight, because of the open cavern we attacked them in they can manoeuvre and loose arrows at us
>no serious casualties though
>thank JMB and the Jow Forumsube that they only hit our plate carriers
>we start looting their camp, and our bait guy calls us over
>”Bro, they got a shit ton of elven slave girls here in this tent. It's the one that smells like blackberries!”
>oh shit, he's right
>there’s like 15 naked elves shackled in this tent
>they ask if we can let them go
>fuck that, elves are for lewd
>someone rightly points out we don’t have enough food for this
>shit, he’s right
>even with Will gone we can’t last long
>decide we’ll show them some “human hospitality” for the night and then let them go
>in the morning we just let them wander off into the caves without any supplies
>well, most of them…
>the one in Zack tent ended up dead somehow
>fucking psycho
>also our all gear smells like blackberries now for some reason
what the fuck
>he shouts, leaping at me with his bayonet raised high
>raise the rifle I took from one of his goons
>he fucking cuts right through it and slices into my left shoulder
>he ducks a swing by Shovel, spinning away, landing about ten feet down the train
>he throws his bayonet at Shovel, who ducks it with his freakishly flexible elf body
>some matrix shit
>I fall to one knee as the wound in my leg overwhelms me
>raise my shotty and fire both barrels at the guy, who attempts to dodge, taking shot to the left shoulder and torso
>fast fucker
>look down to my right, seeing us speeding along a sheer cliff face, waves crashing against the face far below
>must be 50 or sixty feet
>almost fall as the train lurches
>reload shotty and charge the elf as he lands with his back to me, and gets unbalanced
>run straight into him, tackling him to the train
>I press my shotty to the back of his neck and fire both triggers
>wipe gore off my face when I feel a sharp pain in the left side of my gut
>look down and see the fucker’s bayonet stabbed through me
>I stagger and get caught by Shovel, who yanks the glowing blade from my body
>grab him by the shoulder
>”Go. Stop the train. Save any survivors.”
What the fuck is you people's problem. I hope each and every one of you dies a horribly painful death rife with anal tearing.
>feel the train begin to slow
>look at Shovel
>”Shovel! It should be a weird lever painted red!”
>”I AM COLORBLIND!”
>”THE ONE IN FRONT OF YOU!”
>”WHICH ONE IS IT!”
>”THE HORIZONTAL ONE!”
>he grabs it, pulling
>his skinny elf arms can’t handle anything that isn’t a shovel
>”Pretend it’s a shovel!”
>he screams as he pulls, the brake moving an inch
>”Pretend it’s the lever to gas all the gooks!”
>with a mighty roar he pulls, and the brake engages
>we’re thrown forward as the train lurches, the wheels shrieking
>see sparks flying outside
>feel the train derail and skid
>it slams into something
>then stops
>give Shovel a thumbs up as I pass out from blood loss
So what if I am Jewish. This is still a shit thread, and you're an anti-Semite. Nothing here is a surprise.
I'd prefer a tiny kobold girl with a tight cloaca.
honestly guys, I decided fuck the train, I had a better idea.
All el*en bitches will be ORKED. Elf pussy belongs to the BLACK ORKOID GODS
I felt it was the weakest arc, and it wasn't that well planned, so I turned it into a way to railroad the crew to their next destination.
orks are green
A Jew being a Nofun cuck. Shocker.
Hey that's a nice picture of yourself user, don't know what it has to do with this thread though.
Was there another part you forgot to post between these two?
No, it was just shittily written, I am planning on pretyping the next section tomorrow, to make it better and make up for it.
not Tolkien's
God imagine boning an elf sissy cuck while forcing the wife to watch, then boning her.
I mainly wanted to get off the train because of how badly planned and restrictive it was.
fair enough
I'm better with exploring big environments and cities, like the Swamp and Waterlau city
Actually, there's another part in the discord that's not here that goes between this
You did forget something
well fuck me, good catch, thanks. I may need to eat. This happens before the brake incident. Sorry all!
>he drags me back to the engine, and begins to looking over the controls
>weird magic bullshit everywhere
>I drag myself upright, looking ahead of us
>see the lights of a station
>shit shit shit
>”Shovel! Find the brake!”
>he’s frantically reaching towards the controls, trying to find it
>I drag myself to this weird little door, like where you shovel coal
>look in and see fucking fire salamanders
>this thing runs on magic lizards
>”Sorry little guys.”
>reload my shotty, and poke the barrels into the grate
>see their adorable eyes plead with me
>fire into the engine
>hear their little shrieks
>oh god why
not the bit I was talking, guess this whole arc might just be a mess
>Shovel and I charge downstairs, and make our way towards the front of the train
>he grabs me and shoves me behind a fallen table as someone opens fire on us
>”Get down user! They’re in the train!”
>fucking who
>peek over the table and see two elves in black robes aiming rifles at us
>aim my shotty at center mass and fire, dropping an elf
>turn and see Shovel leap over the table, drawing his shovel and swinging, dropping another one
>”Fucking Gooks!” he shouts as he pummels the screaming elf
>holster my shotty and grab one of the SA80s that had been dropped
>we fight our way through the other two passenger cars, and get pinned down in some kind of storage car
>”Shovel! Your’re rusty pal!” I say as I poke out from behind a crate and fire a burst into an elf
>”Marriage does that.”
>we walk forward, stepping over many dead gnomes
>this shit is a gnome holocaust
>step on one
>pops like a tomato
>gross I have gnome on my boot
>these elves are pretty shitty at fighting
>their noodle arms can’t handle this
>we make our way to the engine, and I blow a hole through the door’s lock, kicking it in
>as we enter the engine, we see the conductor, crucified on the wall, impaled by what looked like bayonets
>I turn to Shovel, and see
>Shovel
>standing behind himself
>for a second, I don’t know if the crazy has finally caught up with me
>the Shovel raised a long, glinting bayonet and thrusts forward
>yank shovel out of the way and get stabbed in the fucking leg
>the fucking leg
>THAT IS NOT SHOVEL
>HE DOESN’T EVEN USE A KNIFE
here it is
I just copied off the discord, the main writer apologizes for his autism.
10mm
OH. BIG FUCKING SURPRISE. THIS SHIT THREAD IS ANOTHER FUCKING DISCORD OP. FUCK YOU FAGGOTS WITH A GODDAMN BROOM HANDLE
well thats just rude
calm the fuck down
not everything is a gay op
do something useful like reporting Ian chungus to the Malay gov't for having gay pr0n
fuck off nigger, my ass is too tight to get fucked by a broom handle. My sphincter is very strong, ain't nothing coming through without my consent.
Ha, discord internet defense is out in force tonight.
I'm not defending discord, I'm defending MY BUTTHOLE.
either that or everyone realizes you hate fun
Why do you hate discord?
Because you faggots infest it and keep shitting up my board
>Why do you hate discord?
because discord is the exact opposite of the anonymous culture of imageboards
It's not your board, and you've probably been here for less than two years. No matter how long you've been here, you're still a faggot.
>using an alt account with no email attached to it, on a server managed by fellow Jow Forums autists
well, I'm fucked.
Longer than you, nogunz
>"...uh, what the fuck was that?!"
>"it was a goblin, they're bad"
>...
>"d-did you have to fire four bullets through it? seems like overkill?"
>"well I didn't know how powerful this thing would be, did I?"
>Spend the next hour target shooting
>Find out I really like these "guns"
>other elves would complain about "lack of skill" or it being "crude" and "unsporting"
>Really pretentious shit that made me leave in the first place
>I know better
>this is more accurate than a bow
>more powerful than a bow
>"Hey, I never caught your name, elf?"
>Tell him my name
>hunter has obviously never heard elvish
>"oh, that's, uh a good name for a...?"
>"...woman?"
>"..right..."
>"you though I was a guy, didn't you?"
>"...well I've never seen an elf..."
>yeah but you've seen a woman before
>fuck
>I am not that flat damn it
>"whatever, what's your name hunter?"
>"oh, it's Tom user"
>"do you mind if I borrow you're rifle Tom"
>"uh..."
>"I'll pay you back in furs? would that be good?"
>"He thinks for a second"
>"...sure...but you have to stay close enough to where I am so I know you won't run off with my gun..."
>He's a little perplexed
>He doesn't want to say the cabin because I am female and he doesn't want to seem like a creep
>I help him out
>"Cool, I can camp up in one of these trees"
>He gets a little less tense
>"oh, sure, if you're comfortable with that; also I'm going to hold onto the ammo so you don't just run off"
>"sure that's fine"
>Poor guy is way too trusting, wonder why that is
I like how this takes a different perspective into things. Have a (You)
>get ten rounds from Tom
>go to sleep
>get woken up in the morning
>or night
>whatever the fuck
>mumbling
>pungent odor
>fucking potbellies
>Look around from my tree blind of a shelter
>darkvision is cool
>look at forest
>nothing
>look at cabin
>front door, fucking potbellies trying to pick tom's lock
>oh no you don't
>that's my source of
>uh
>Bull-it's
>fuck-it
>pick up rifle
>wait, rifles are loud
>and probably would shoot through the wall
>sigh
>grab bow and arrows instead
>take out the goblins with speed and precision
>only noise is the goblins screaming and the solid thwack of the arrows making their mark
>and the reverb of the bowstring
>It's so unsatisfying now
>like, even though I'm moving a lot and exercising various muscles throughout my body
>it just can't compare to the loud thunder of the gun
>go back to sleep feeling unsatisfied
>dream of making goblins explode with a gun
I like were this is going, a bit weirded out by the fact that FuddyMcFuddFace did not realize she was a Woman at first.
To be fair, elven men are portrayed as being effeminate a good amount of the time
>"HEY, user"
>wha
>"WHA-WHAT WHO"
>takes a minute adjust
>"wha-What is it tom I was having such a good dream"
>suddenly become concious of a wet feeling between my legs
>oh fuck
>"How many of these goblins are there in these woods?"
>"uhh- I don't know, sometimes they are solitary but usually they live in packs or hoardes-"
>"and what do these packs and hordes do?"
>glad he hasn't asked me to move
>"well, they loot, steal, murder and steal, kill livestock for food which I guess is steali-"
>"OK BUT WHAT WERE THEY DOING OUTSIDE MY DOOR?"
>"they were trying to pick the lock. Don't worry, I got them; I'm really good at waking up when they are near"
>"and, why is that? How do I know tha you ar-"
>"goblins tried to 'have their way with me' my first night in the forest; trust me, I'm not being caught like that again"
>...
>tom walks back in the cabin
>was that too much information?
>probably too much information.
>ah fuck it
>I got furs to collect
>and pants to change
>fuck
>change
>make sure the pants are high up in the tree
>hold on
>I haven't actually seen goblins in a while
>or any other thing that wasn't an animal
>or tom
>think back on it
>had to have been arount the time I noticed being in a different forest
>weird, but should probably tell tom to take precautions for goblins
>get some bars on his doors, windows
>he didn't have a dirt floor so he's safe on that front
>wander into the forest while in a deep and pensive state
Some time later
>Walking through the forest
>tracking something big
>maybe an elk
>also thinking about stuff, tend to do that alot
>I kinda track on autopilot
>Maybe tom is lonely?
>he does live in a cabin deep in the forest
>where is the nearest town?
>Could I get my own gun in a town?
>seems like there would be a gunstore in everytown
>like a smithy
>or a tavern
>maybe not, this place is pretty different
>only humans, no orcs or elve or dwarves
>but goblins apparently
>oh hey look a bear
>snap out of autopilot
>OH FUCK IT'S A BEAR
>stop what I'm doing
>crouch down
>uh shit, maybe it didn't see me yet
>it's not looking at me
>it turns to look at me
>fuck
>well, it's not making any moves, maybe it's looking at something else
>Bear stands up
>starts making angry bear noises
>fuck
>reach for bow
>wait
>I got a gun
>pull out gun
>shoot bear
BANG
>bear staggers back
>yeah!
>bear resumes angry noises
>starts rushing me on all fours
>OH FUCK SHIT CUNT
>start running though the woods with an angry bear on my ass
Who needs waifus when you have kaifus?
That one guy in the telephone booth
>Yes hello operator? I would like to report some property damage
>Yes I can hold
Get some fucking HEAT with a sword on the end of it
>why the fuck did I think that would work
>oh yeah
>when I used a gun on the goblins they blew up
>goblins are weaker than bears
>probably should've realized that
>climb a tree
>the bear might be able to climb a little
>but not nearly as fast or as high as I can
>think
>it's ok user, this isn't the first time this kind of thing has happened
>unfortunately
>but now I have a gun!
>think
>the killing point on a bear is pretty hard to hit with an arrow
>usually have to tire them out first
>and be very precise and have a powerful bow
>but the gun can definitely hit through the bear's bulk
>it did break that piece of wood
>hmmmmm
>come to think of it
>look down
>see the bear's haunches
>it could probably break it's spine...
>I know what do
>Bear makes more angry noises
>walk back away from the tree trunk along the branch
>yelling at the bear
>of course it follows along
>ok
>time to do this
>just like with a bow
>run along the branch toward the the trunk
>bear follows
>it stands up against the tree trunk
>as I reach the trunk I jump and push against it with my legs
>commence elf flippy-shit
>backflip out of the tree
>mid-flip aim for the bear's spine
BANG
>land in a roll
>mess up because I don't know how to handle a gun in a roll
>shit
>spend a few minutes checking the gun over
>scope is fine
>probably not broken
>wait
>oh yeah the bear
Killing bears isn't actually that hard with a bow as long as you've got good arrow heads. Get a good hit and even a fully grown adults will drop almost instantly.
Don't bow-hunt, so I wouldn't know
more in a while
>t.keebler
Britbong back from the dead. Last week was surprisingly busy.
>’Right this way sir,’ says the delf, leading me through the door.
>The next room is much larger; its walls are lined with shelves and cabinets full of books and what I think is chemistry equipment. There are many large tables with equipment in use, and in one corner I can see an actual forge. Fuck knows how they manage the heat and smoke down here.
>Some of the delfs working glance up at me then do a double take when they realise I’m human.
>The delf from the front desk leads me to Sodman’s office, knocks, then enters when he receives permission.
>I step into the room and show Sodman the contents of the box before he can even say a word.
>’Thank you, Kourzun, please return to your post,’ says Sodman, giving us privacy.
>’Now, what brings a Human down to me today bearing a Dragon’s heart?’
>I take off my backpack, pull out my notes and sketches and begin to explain.
>’I have a plan to finally realise a fictional concept called “powered armour”. The general idea is simple: A suit of heavy armour that overcompensates for its weight, granting the wearer increased strength and agility.’
>’Attempts to construct powered armour in the real world using electronic motors and ceramic plating have so far failed to produce anything cost-effective, and my research into enchantment tells me that enchanting a suit of inert metal armour to move on its own requires excessive quantities of magic that few can muster alone.’
>‘I believe that through necromancy, we can achieve a more efficient solution.’
>Sodman watches closely as I show him my designs. The sketches lack talent, but they sufficiently illustrate the concept: A suit comprised of bone plating covering critical locations with muscle stretched in between and overlapping scales covering areas that need to be flexible, such as joints and the abdomen.
>’By building the suit in this way, we no longer need to waste energy compensating for the lack of motors on an ordinary suit, or inefficiently channel energy into the wearer and risk damaging them with the overload.’
>‘Instead we only need to power the muscles, and organic materials like wood and bone absorb magic much more easily than inert materials such as metal and plastic.’
>When I show Sodman the adapted zombie summoning spell I wrote to animate the muscles and have them move in tune with the wearer’s own, he genuinely seems impressed, though he tries to hide it.
>He asks me a question, ‘I see you have chosen to adapt a simple automaton spell. Why not bind a spirit into the armour and slave it to the wearer’s will?’
>’Because,’ I answer, ‘That would require the wearer to exercise constant mental dominance to avoid being taken over themselves by the spirit. This suit would not be easy to put on or take off, so it needs to be possible for the wearer to rest in it during long journeys through unsafe territory.’
>He seems pleased with my answer, I get the sense that he was testing me.
Cont. Later
Nice, keep it going, here's a (you)
Neumagh back, hopefully today goes better
>Ding landed on my face, chattering at me
>”Yeah, yeah, good to see you too.”
>groan as I sit up, and hear something shatter to my right
>look over and see Ellior, mouth agape, with a smashed bowl dropped near her feet
>”Hey kid.”
>she turns and runs into the hall “Loreli! He’s awake!”
>get to a sitting position on the edge of the bed
>by the Jow Forumsube I’m stiff
>Loreli walks in and stands in front of me
>”Hey.”
>”Hey.”
>she punches me in the shoulder “That is for runnin’ off like that and almost gettin’ yourself killed.”
>give a weak smile and rub my shoulder
>”Alright. I’ll take it.”
>she kind of chews her lip and looks at the floor
>”I’m glad you’re okay, just, don’t do that again.”
>”I won’t.”
>she makes eye contact with me “Promise.”
>”I promise, now come here…”
>she weakly smiles, and sits on the edge of the bed, letting me put an arm around her
>my stomach growls, and I look at the shattered bowl of soup on the floor
>Loreli laughs, and wraps her arms around me “I really am glad my human is okay.”
>”Love you too Knife-ear, now can we get me some food?”
>I was still recovering from my wounds, something about that knife or bayonet or whatever the guy was using was slowing the healing process, even with spells
>great
>I never even found out that fuckers name
>it’ll take another 2 days to fully heal
>fuckin magic bullshit
>I mean I didn’t die
>that counts for something I guess
>hobble my way downstairs and bump into Ellior again, who had gotten another bowl of soup
>I literally bumped into her and she spilled a bowl of hot soup all down my leg
>”MISTER user I’M SO SORRY!”
>grit my teeth, smile “I-it’s okay kid.”
>put a hand on the wall, trying to keep up the smile
>”user we should change your bandages.”
>”I’m good, kid ,lets go get some food.”
>AHHHHHHHH
>”So, Loreli, where is our Countess?”
>Loreli holds onto my arm and helps me hobble down the stiar
>”She said she was arranging things, she took Armor with her.”
>”Did we lose our luggage?”
>”We went through the luggage car on the way back, grabbed the chest and your rifle.”
>good
>fucking great
>we have our guns and money
>”You did ram the train into the station, and through a herd of sheep, so we had to pay for the damages.”
>”How much?”
>she chews her lip “Most of the money we had.”
>I grab my chest
>Loreli and Ellior grab onto me to keep me from falling down the stairs
>all of that money
>we committed genocide for that money
>I was going to buy a house and maybe some guns
>”I’m fine.”
>”Are you?”
>”Yep. Peachy.”
After all the threads we've had, is this the one that's going to just fade out?
wouldn't be the first time Jow Forums has gone on an isekai binge for a few weeks then had interest fade out for a few months
FUCK YOU MOTHERFUCKING ASS NIGGER I HOPE YOU DIE FROM HORRIFIC ASS CANCER AND YOUR MOTHER FINDS YOUR FOUL SHIT SMELLING CORPSE WHEN SHE WAKES YOU UP IN THE MORNING
go back to discord you stupid greentext mongloid
>giving this many (You)s to writefags
You're just encouraging them user.
Also giving us a big bump too. Really ought to be thanking him.
How to deal with krakens?
FUCK THE KRAKEN RIGHT IN ITS NASTY FISHY KRAKEN PUSSY
>tripfag
>complaining about discordfags
you're literally the same thing
it's ironic tripfaggotry
ironically being a faggot is still being a faggot
Hey nigger, why don't you just stop. No one finds this funny, what are you trying to accomplish. Just some advice, sperging out on Jow Forums isn't going accomplish anything except maybe make your tiny cock feel bigger for all of 3 seconds.
dammit guys don't talk to Nota