Jow Forums Fantasy Thread

Ayy dryad good to see ya. Great stuff as always

wait no longer
>start making our way back to the main silo area
>Roland is stab happy with the corpses
>this is good, because a few times the bodies are still alive
>NervousLaughter.mp3
>make it back to the front area
>somethings wrong
>the tunnel blocked off by the webs is now open
>all the webs are torn up
>oh no
>we fan out
>I notice that there is some shredded webs in a trial leading up the side of the massive silo
>Oh No
>look up
>massive shadowy blot up on the ceiling
>OH NO
>hear a loud screech
>giant spider the size of a tank drops from the ceiling
>FUCFUCKFUCK
>scramble out of the way as it smashes into the ground
>nearly get bit in half by giants spider mandibles
>harpy, drowbro, skinwalker, and roland all light it up with their guns
>add my own AK to the fire
>circle the giant spider, firing at it from different angles
>it is confused as fire from all sides is smacking into it
>spinning around like a tard trying to grab a balloon that's been taped to his back
>its pretty funny to watch, not going to lie
>as if it knows I’m laughing at it, spider starts spraying webs everywhere
>ThisHasBecomeADifficultSituation.jpg
>Barely dodge becoming plastered to the wall by a burst of webs
>drowbro takes a direct hit and is completely plastered by them
>Spidered.com
>hear him angrily yelling as the skinwalker tries to free him
>”alrighty fuckers, I got a damn plan”
>harpy has an idea?
>look over at her expectantly
>”RUN THE FUCK AWAY”
>ah, the old Joestar family secret
>good plan
>grab drowbro and drag him along
>head down the tunnel the spider original came from
>luckily the fucker is huge and can’t move that well through the tunnel
>I really hope this tunnel doesn’t dead end
>Jow ForumsUbe help us

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ChinggisAnon here, if I haven't posted anything by midnight, please send mexican hitmen to me, thanks

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Gas the bikes, race car now

I'm baaaaack
for any who need to catch up: pastebin.com/4y11Eyuu

>Shovel rejoined us on our way to the Dungeon, killing anyone who tries to stop us
>see him shield bash a guy, then smash his head in with his shovel
>a little excessive but okay
>make our way to a massive pair of iron doors
>take a deep breath and enter
>for a moment, I’m taken back to that Frost Giant camp up north
>the cages and the sorrow
>women and children of all species huddled in iron cages, some chained to the wall
>their ripped clothes and dead stares tell all there is to say
>grab a key ring and give it to Kalcium
>”Free them fast, bud.”
>he gives a roman salute and speeds off like speedy gonzales
>Loreli and Shovel come with me, the three of us calling for Ellior
>”ELLIOR!” Loreli shouts
>hear a sobbing yell
>sounds like her
>get to a row of iron doors, hearing Ellior calling from behind one
>crush the lock in my hand and grab the handle
>pause, remembering my nightmare, then open the door

>Ding flits up to my shoulder, pressing a hand to my cheek and nodding
>alright I get it
>here we go
>entering the room
>a flickering lightbulb hanging from the ceiling illuminates the room
>the floor was bare, save for a dirty mattress
>a bucket sat in one corner
>a little elf huddled in the other
>right ear wrapped in rags, noticeably shorter than the other
>Loreli pushes past me, and kneels behind Ellior
>”Hon, we’re here for you.”
>Ellior flinches when Loreli gently puts a hand on her shoulder
>Ding looks at me, worried
>turn to Shovel
>”Go help Kalcium, we’ve got this.”
>”Alright Lt. Dan.”
>motherfucker don’t jinx it I’m already down a hand

Thanks m8. I know it's hasn't been as Jow Forums as some of the other stories being posted. There will be a range day or two in the next few updates.

well I just read your pastebin. nice work. but holy shit mane those ptsd dreams, you had me a couple of times.

Not Dying tonight
>next morning
>wake up scared, sweaty and confused
>what the fuck is happening
>probably just a dream
>I sit in the hammock, locking left, right and behind
>not white niggers
>yeah definitively just a dream
>look through backpack for a snack before going
>almost no hardtack left
>jerky bag is gone
>after smashing my last hardtack supplies, I refill my canteen and pack my shit up
>according the map, I should run into a logging trail that follows the river for a bit
>start walking, following the river
>soon enough, I hit the trail marked on the map
>it's a bit overgrown and covered in snow, but I can make out the trail by it's absence of trees
>if I follow it for a while, I should run into a small creek
>follow that creek and then I'll be back on our original trail
>...our trail
>not really "ours" anymore, the others are gone
>fuck
>well, no yet time for mourning
>that comes later
>for now, I need to get to that creek
>then I get to town, alert town about what's coming and help organize a defense
>focus on the task, mourn after
>but fuck, it's hard not to think about it
>Mike's empty stare
>The way Frank's blood tainted the snow
>How that yellow-ish glow lit up the trees in front of me when Steph's grenade blew
>Will I ever see them again?
>Hopefully not so soon, I got things to do
>can't afford the whole town ending like them
>still hungry
>having my mind set on other shit helps though
>snow is starting to fall
>damn that's a lot of snow
>the pine trees are protecting me from most of the snow
>but it doesn't take long for it to pile up on the branches, causes them to bend a bit
>snow randomly falls in small avalanches around me
>I'm often looking up to avoid getting turned into a snowman
>spend too much time looking up
>trip on a root under the snow
>fall face first into the snow
>really fucking cold, try to get up from the soft, almost quicksand-like snow
>as I'm getting up, I hear a branch above creak
>For Fuck's Sake

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Neumagh is back from hiatus! Hell yeah! We are off the boat!

Kalash here, I totally dropped the ball and forgot to post more like I said I would. Got caught up in house work and life stuff. Will post more when I get off work.

I'm back. sorry for the delay
previous post >get on train to next major city
>merge has cut off some routes, regional trains still mostly operational
>monday morning, train almost empty
>from the train, I see some goblins in the woods
>one may have run over
>arrive after a few minutes, city looks normal
>make my way towards the gun and hunting store
>austria has relatively lax gun laws by european standards
>decide on getting the lever action I've been eyeballing
>inb4 shooting prone
>inb4 blunt bullets have shit aerodynamics
>.357 magnum, wood stock
>not quite a garand but still a beauty
>not cheap but a worthwhile investment
>also buy 200 rounds of soft point ammo
>.357 from a rifle should be enough to drop some gereen niggers, right?
>doesn't need to be super practical. longest range enemies probably only have crossbows (crude, shit accuracy)
>fill out paperwork, have to wait 3 days to pick up the rifle
>return home, eating Schnitzelsemmel on the way
>suddenly remember something I read on Jow Forums
>fuck off rapy birdwomen, you won't get me alive
>call my uncle
>he's kinda Jow Forums minded. mallninja tier tough.
>works in the cleaning industry
>can order from chemical suppliers, often gets me stuff for my projects
>"good to hear that you are still alive"
>"now given the new circumstances, I have a new project"
>"and I could use your help"
>"now i know you can't get concentrated nitric anymore but how about 98% sulfuric acid?"
>"a lot of it"
>"also would it raise suspicions if you got me 10kg of potassium nitrate?"
>"no no just curious. can make it myself anyways, just a lot of effort"
>"also could you have it ready by next weekend?"
>will spend the next two days watching history documentaries, and lurking on Jow Forums
>lots of elf rape shitposting and "is x gun enough to kill y fantasynigger" threads
>suspiciously, no confirmed sightings of dwarfs or knife ears
>would have expected to see them, given the supernatural events and similarities to human fiction.

Glad to see the writefags coming back. We missed you all in the last thread.

>tuesday morning
>mainstream news
>new development in Vienna
>monday night, leftists decided, that orc containment is racist
>protests ensued
>(((NGOs))) wanted to send doctors and care packages to the ork settlement
>police didn't let anyone into the no-go park
>for obvious reasons
>various "antifaschistische" action groups and related organizations got busy in ther facebook groups
>basedboy cucks and dreadlock lice farmers showed up at one of the main entrances to the park
>seize your bigotry, evil facist pigs
>you are litterally exactly the same as the gestapo (even tough it was the Totenkopf SS) guarding Mauthausen
>because keeping literal violent monsters away from the civillians is the same as administering hydrogen cyanide breath therapy
>these faggots don't even know basic history
>protests started out relativly peacefully
>love trumps hate, #notallorcs, coexist, #greenlivesmatter signs
>antifa does what antifa does best
>some commies start throwing shit at police
>polycarbonate phalnax.jpg
>eventually they had enough, fuck it let's teach them a lesson
>police opens up, letting NGOs and some of the protestors through
>anyone is free to go in
>unsurprisingly, the orcs had little interest in vaccines, pills or ending racism
>they did however have an interest in shinies, humie loot, and breeding slaves (possibly also boipussy)
>they ran away when the orcs attacked
>some were killed/captured, some made it to the gate
>some made it out. some didn't
>they had to close the gates because the orcs were not far behind
>the screams of tose left behind could be heared throughout the night
>great job proving the racists wrong, antifa
>on a different note, sightings of otherworldly creaturs and races have increased
>since the portals tend to be in the middle of nowhere, it took them a while to get anywhere near civilisation
will introduce a new character soon

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>Get up again and shake out the snow
>Notice my coat is a bit torn on my left arm, probably because of branches and shit
>I'll patch it up later, got worse problems to deal with
>Continue walking forwards, keeping my eyes open for small animals that could be hiding in the snow or whatever
>Can't really use the tracking skills Steph showed us these past years together, I have to hurry
>I'll have Steak, Corn and Potatoes' at JP's when I get home
>the three elements
>also beer
>kind of like plasma, doesn't really fit in but still there I guess
>So if Steak is Solids, then which one is gas?
>Plasma is closer to gas, and Grain is closer to Beer
>but you can make Vodka out of Potatoes
>can you make Alcohol out of Corn?
>realize how fucking retarded these thoughts are
>maybe despite what the psychologist said when I was little, I have doubts about not having autism
>-haha user you're so qwerky and random xd rawr :3
>holy fuck you're a pathetic nigger
>-hey, shut the fuck up, you stop thinking about this shit when everyone you know could end up raped by fantasy niggers
>I guess you're right
>-also, pretending you have voices in your head doesn't make you look relatable or misunderstood, just makes you look retarded
>then shut the fuck up nigger
>keep walking
>left, right, left, right
>start humming FMJ marching songs
>what exactly do they say after the eskimo pussy thing again?
>good for you? good for me? Mighty cold?
>fuck I don't remember in which order
>my mind just drifts off and disconnects after a while
>I'm completely distracted by my own thoughts, my legs are working by themselves
>holy shit
>A COYOTE
>it looks angry
>it's snarling at me
>Shoulder my Mosin
>Fire in the air to scare it away
>it jumps back a bit
>but it doesn't leave
>FUCK
>as I work the bolt to fire another warning shot, the fucker charges me
>Fucking jumps on me
>catches me off guard, jumps on me
>it's mouth is drooling with white saliva
>FUCKFUCKFUCK

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>it's trying to snap it's yapper at my face, but I'm holding it back with my arm
>trying to find Steph's dagger
>my frozen fingers touch the glorious product of teutonic craftsmanship
>grip the handle and try stabbing the wannabe wolf under the jaw
>before I can get the blade in the fucker, he manages to break free of my left arm
>react quickly, jump forward and pin it to the ground
>stab him again, this time he can't dodge
>the now reddened steel hits him right in the soft spot under the jaw, near the neck
>it works with zombies in movies and video games, why not for nigger dogs?
>with an iron grip, twist the blade using my whole arm
>Hear something snap, and the animal goes limp
>I don't even have to think about it, I'm already skinning the fucker
>soon I realize what I'm doing
>what the fuck?
>decide not to eat it, because eating carnivores is for niggers
>also it could have diseases
>still getting the skin though
>while I'm finishing the job, the adrenaline wears off
>I feel some pain on my left hand
>look at it closer
>notice what looks like small scratches on my knuckles
>wipe the coyote blood off in the snow
>hurts a bit, but I know cold helps with injuries
>look again
>the lines are deeper than I thought, they're cuts
>hurts like a bitch now, I rub more snow on them
>rip some fabric off my spare shirt and wrap it around the injury tightly
>oh fuck
>I remember how the coyote was drooling
>it was also very aggressive
>Hope I'm not getting rabies
>I think we got medicine in town
>just another reason to get there fast
>I don't want to end up like that Coyote
>Clean the skin the best I can with snow, still a bit dirty
>fix the bayonet on my mosin and hang the coyote skin on it
>as I walk, the rifle is slung over my shoulder with the skin on it, and it's flapping around a bit
>realize that it wasn't a great idea
>attach it to my bag with some rope, now it's better
>I think I can hear the creek now, I'm getting closer

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Sorry forgot to add the link to the older posts of my story
here it is:
here's the pastebin, should be updated:
pastebin.com/L3FGQMUc

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I love that image.
Just imagine the two sides lining up, hippies at one end of the street, righties at the other end, police somewhere over there looking bored.
Both sides start chanting:
>Love trumps hate!
>Lick my nuts!
Antifa members mixed into the hippy crowd try to push the line forward but the hippies are scared of any real confrontation, so Antifa gets bored and starts throwing shit.
And all hell breaks loose.
All together the righties put their hands on their heads and pull off their skin, revealing the decades of pent up rage within.
The demons charge across the street and lay into the lefties with tooth and claw, rending them apart.
The police are finally ordered to intervene, but choose to go for donuts instead.
After the battle the demons go to chick-fil-a for seconds and the fire brigade is called in to hose the pasted hippies off the tarmac.

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pastebin.com/BjMGejLu
This is the story so far. Honestly don't know how I feel about it since I wanted a more action thing going on, but I got side tracked with the slice-of-life thing it is now. The initial plan was to have Anna just be there and go in for dwarf adventures, but I guess it'll get there eventually.

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>I put my coat around Ellior’s shoulders
>she holds onto Loreli’s hand tightly, staring at the ground
>”Can I look at your ear hon?” Loreli asks, giving her hand a squeeze
>Ellior silently nods, eyes staring dully ahead
>Loreli leans forward, Ding flitting onto her shoulder as she carefully removes the rags around Ellior’s ear
>grit my teeth as I see her wound
>the tip of her right ear had been bitten off
>see the bruising around her neck
>Loreli holds her palm near the ear, closing her eyes
>a golden glow emanates from her palm, and she sways, the ear scarring over
>grab Loreli’s shoulder, steadying her
>Ellior reaches up, touching the remaining half of her ear
>I look at Loreli
>”Take her to the milk maid, she’ll probably be able to patch her up. Besides, she has that whole vibe that even calms Kalcium…”
>Ellior reaches forwards and grabs my arm as I turn away to leave
>hugs onto it
>”I don’t want to go to mother anymore…”
>reach up and ruffle her hair with my real hand
>”Sure thing, kid…”

We all love the story my man!

Except me I hate it.

keep doing it man, it's great to read these stories

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DON'T GO INTO THE CAVE. IT'S A LIE, THERE IS NO SWITCH. THERE ARE ONLY DARK SKINNED ELF SLUTS WHO USE YOU TO SLAKE THEIR LUST, MY LEGS ARE STILL CRAMPING.

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>There are only dark skinned elft sluts who use you to take their lust, my legs are still cramping
>implying that's not exactly what I want

Oh whats in here? One sec guys I'll write the next part of Neumagh after this elf shows me her switch...

>after this elf shows me her snatch...
FTFY

I miss CascadiaAnon.

working on it man, got buried under life

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Sorry I'm late.

>The way to the feasting hall was lively.
>Orcs eating roasted meat and chugging tankards of alcohol like it was water crowded the streets.
>Music could be heard over the deep laughter and yelling of the rowdy green skins.
>And grunts and hollering from random couples or groups going at it out in the open like they were just taking an afternoon stroll.
>Freaking orcs...
>They made it to the feasting hall finally, with Jason getting looks from the villagers as they passed by.
>Some said things to eachother, though Jason didn't have a clue what it was.
>It was a building about the same height as the others in the village, but wide and long.
>Jason figured it to be about 60 feet wide and almost two football fields long.
>"Well, can't say I'm surprised."
>The sounds of drums and what Jason assumed was singing poured over the group as the two orcs opened the doors to the hall.
>The smell of fire roasted meat, mead, and wood smoke filled his nostrils and Jason breathed deep.
>Long tables and benches made for places for the merry makers to sit and drink or enjoy food.
>Or do it...Jason couldn't get over the fact that these orcs just went at it out in the open like it was normal.
>Freaking orcs.
>A few orcs were having a scuffle in a corner while a group gathered around to egg them on.
>His stomach rumbled as they passed fire pits where large animals resembling pigs and whole chickens spit roasted over crackling flames.
>He had to wipe drool off his chin.
>They approached the back of the hall were on a raised paltform sat the chieftain and six other orcs, two males and four females, sat at their own table.
>The chieftain stood and gave a loud roar to get the attention of those in the feasting hall.
>They like wise replied by yelling back in what Jason guessed was a cheerful tone. Orcs always sound angry.
>Arieth translated to Jason as the Orc chief spoke to the crowd.

>"The chieftain says that this feast is dedicated to you, the traveler from the new world. The orc you killed in the arena was one of the clan's best warriors, and was to be his son in law. He was going to marry one of the chieftain's daughters, one of those females up there."
>Arieth pointed to the orcs standing at the table with the chief.
>They all looked like the male orcs.
>Big, thick, muscular arms and legs and chiseled abs with tusks sticking up from their mouths.
>The only thing that made them obviously female were their slightly softer looking faces and breasts covered in thight fitting hide clothing.
>They were not easy on the eyes that was certain Jason thought.
>The chieftain continued on and Arieth continued to translate.
>"For your victory in the blood sport, the chieftain has granted you your freedom..."
>"That's the best news I've heard since I got here," Jason responded relieved.
>"He also says that since you killed the champion, and in return took you prisoner, to broker peace so there is no bad blood between you and his clan, he expects you to marry one of his daughters. The wedding will be held after the feast."
>A loud bout of cheering and yelling went up at the news as orcs pumped their weapons in the air.
>"Wait, what!?" Jason shrieked in disbelief.
>"I didn't expect this to be honest. It's rare for something like this to happen. Especially for a human." Arieth shrugged as she explained to Jason.
>Jason went pale as he looked at the females at the table above him.
>He'd rather fight a hundred orcs than have to wed any of those ugly behemoths they call a woman.
>"Which...which one do I have to marry?"
>"I don't know. The chief picks out the daughter the suitor will marry. It could be anyone of those at the table. Who knows." Arieth turned to her companion. "My condolences."
>"Not funny," Jason replied.
>"I wasn't being funny."
>The chieftain sat back down without another word and the music and yelling resumed without another word.

>Jason was led to a table next to the chieftains and sat down. A tankard as big as a milk jug of mead and a haunch of roast pork was sat down in front of him.
>Arieth sat down in the floor next to him.
>Jason picked at his food and took a sip or two of the stout alcohol, not feeling as hungry as before after hearing the news.
>He looked over to the captive elf as she sat on the floor and stared out blankly over the feasting and drinking orcs. And the rutting. She blushed lightly at the sight.
>"Are you not going to eat?" Jason asked.
>"I'll get the scraps tomorrow when everyone else has had their fill."
>"That's cruel...here take some of mine." Jason ripped a big chuck of pork from the portion he was given and handed it to her.
>Arieth looked to Jason then the food in his hand and back again before gingerly reaching out to take it.
>"It's been a long time since anyone has shown me kindness. Thank you." Arieth replied as she took the meat and took a large bite out of it.
>She must be near starving, literally Jason thought.
>The sun rose high in the afternoon sky then sank down and gave way to the pale light of the moon as night replaced day.
>The feast showed no signs of stopping as the orcs ate and drank from seemingly endless supplies of food and mead.
>At some point Jason noticed the chieftain had left the feast. For what reason he did not know.
>About another hour passed as Jason sat at his little table. He forced himself to eat and drink a little. More to take his mind off the coming event than to fill his stomach.
>There was movement at the door as the chieftain appeared with two orcs Jason recognized as his sons who were sitting with him at the feast walked through the hall as the crowd parted with whooping and shouting.
>The chief and his sons walked right up to Jason and Arieth.
>"Stand up and follow him, it's time for the wedding," the she-elf said.
>"Oh boy..." Jason responded broken hearted.

Pic related is orc waifu.
>The crowd filed in behind the procession as they made their way through the village to the front of the chieftain's house.
>The crowd stopped short as the Jason and the chieftain climbed the steps to the porch of the house and turned to face the crowd, Arieth moving to stand by Jason.
>"Straight to it huh?" Jason said under his breath to Arieth.
>"Yes." was her simple reply.
>The chieftain raised his hand to get the crowd to be silent as he spoke.
>"Now we gather to bride one of my daughters to this human!" Arieth translated.
>Cut right to the chase huh? Great...
>The crowd erupted with cheers and howls as Jason felt a stone forming in his stomach.
>The chieftain entered his house and retrieved his selected daughter as Jason just stared out over the crowd with a blank expression.
>He wondered how his life would go after this, if he would even be allowed to leave this place and go back home.
>The chieftain walked back out of his house putting his daughter beside Jason.
>"This human warrior will bride my youngest daughter, Akash!" Arieth relayed the chieftain's words.
>Jason turned to face his new body builder of a wife to be to be surprised at the sight before him.
>The daughter that stood before Jason looked nothing like the others.
>She was short, way short for an orc. She was shorter than even Jason, standing a few inches shorter than his 5'11" stature.
>She had a soft, slender figure. Athletic Jason would describe it in a word.
>Her light green skin was adorned with blue bands and lines randomly around her body like the other orcs.
>Small scars here and there dotted her skin.
>Her hair was cut short with a sholder length braid on the left side.
>Tiny tusks peeked out above her lower lip giving her a cute appearance.
>Amber colored irises and jet black slit pupils peered back at Jason.
>Her long pointed ears were adorned with thin silver bands.

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>She didn't seem too happy about the event, wearing a scowl as she looked at Jason.
>He had to admit she was nothing like her kin, was she half orc or something?
>He'd have to ask Arieth later.
>The crowd fell silent as the the chieftain and everyone else looked on to see what Jason would do.
>"Reach out and take her hand in yours and lead her into the house. That shows you except the marriage. You'll be left alone to uh...'seal' your marriage. There's other details that I'll explain later, things expected of you. Now hurry before you insult the clan and end up getting killed."
>"Uh...alright then."
>Jason did as Arieth had explained and led his now bride into the chieftains home and closed the door behind him as the members of the clan Bloodsworn cheered and whooped. He could've sworn he heard a massive shagging going on a few minutes later.
>It certainly smelled like it...
>Freaking orcs, seriously.
>Jason turned to look at his now orc bride.
>She was just standing there with the same scowl on her face with her arms crossed.
>Uh...um...it's nice to meet you, I guess.
>Nothing but an awkward silence followed.
>"So, you ever met a human before me?"
>Again, she just stood there and gave him that blank, emotionless expression.
>"You don't understand what I'm saying do you?" Jason realized that he was just married to someone who he can't even converse with.
>"Well crap."

That's all for now. Hope you guys like it.

Artist's name is in filename. Just found the image on google. Close up of face. Will telling why she looks so different from her kin folk later on in the story.

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If they are a relative of drowbros, I don’t doubt that there is a Nintendo switch

Use a fucking foam roller on your legs and drink some water, and then get back in that fucking cave son, don't let us down

I’m digging it quite a bit

>flight back is as boring as the drive out
>would be scared from the height I’m at
>if the Harpies’ grip didn’t feel so tight
>just tight enough for cramping, not so tight I’m actually losing that much blood flow
>this combined with the cold means I’m pretty numb
>try talking to the harpies
>one of them looks at me but doesn’t say anything
>other one doesn’t acknowledge me
>do they even speak english, or just bird-speak
>eventually hear some more bird noises and they fly lower to the ground
>get back to town eventually
>land
>my arms are too numb
>my arms are dead
>inb4 gotta lift faggot
>try hanging from two really constricting points around the shoulder and armpit
>not being able to move
>while having a frigid airstream going around you
>we all go home and warm up
>...
>Iwish.avi
>Actually get herded back to meeting hall
>Sergeant is there
>gonna get chewed out by militia sergeant while still freezing
>get grilled for another couple hours about what the fuck happened
>Tell about what we did, have Ostwind tell her ghost origin story
>harpies back Ostwind up
>have Screamer recount what happened
>don’t have to drug screamer up because the cold
>still takes him two hours to tell his side of the story
>After it all the sarge looks frustrated
>”Well, you guys might as well go take a break and get warmed up”
>”you’re not going to reprimand us?”
>looks at me
>”for not risking your guys’ lives over a POS truck with a POS radio and an old beat up M60? No, I wasn’t planning on it; why would you think I would?”
>”you still sound pissed sir”
>Sarge is rubbing his temple
>”I am, but only because right after dealing with the bullshit of a skinwalker coming out of nowhere and opening the pass back up, now some other bullshit comes out of fucking nowhere and closes it again”
>Ostwind butts in
>”Why would this close the pass? This thing’s been out there for years, and it’s not like the road was blocked up.”

>Sarge stares daggers at the harpy
>”We didn’t know about it before; before whenever we found abandoned shit we assumed it’d just been you vultures killing them. Now that we know it’s not you buzzards, and now that it’s hit an actual caravan, we have to close the pass again and take care of it.”
>Ostwind sharpens her tone in kind, but is still more confused
>”Why, it’s not going to threaten the town or anything, and no one here goes over the pass. Why waste the effort?”
>before anyone of us can explain why
>”BECAUSE WE’RE PAID BY THE SHIPPING AND CARAVAN COMPANIES YOU DAFT DUCK”
>The Sergeant doesn’t like swearing when he can help it so he’s really stretching for insults to sling at Ostwind at this point.
>The fact he isn’t swearing means he’s more stressed than pissed
>Ostwind looks perplexed; doesn’t know how to take that
>”Look, you birds might make your money by being mercs and mugging, looting, kidnapping and the such, but the town makes its money from being paid to keep the road clear by caravans, either through contractual pay or tolls per caravan. The longer the pass is closed, the more we lose out on tolls, and the more likely we are to lose out on contracts.”
>He rubs his head for a minute
>”Look, just, go somewhere else, I gotta think about what the hell we’re gonna do… think I’m gonna just say there was an avalanche or something...”
>Screamer gets hauled off to the hospital
>Fudd fucks off home, mumbles something about grandma fudd
>Decide to go home with gf
>Ostwind and HMG-bro follow us home for some reason
>gf lets them in
>hope this is her being polite and not her wanting to be an asshole to cure boredom

Sorry for the long hiatus; I'll work on getting updated sticky. Might even work on some drawfaggotry to go with the new stuff (no promises though).

Okay this is epic

Where is cascadia user? He left off with

>man, that was pretty anti-climactic

Was he in here without a link to the last story/one I missed?

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Gotta get that elf pussy, m8s

Never mind I feel stupid, he was posting above, did the last line I posted continue into what he posted here?

Continues from where I last left off, like, three threads ago. Like I said I'm working on the archive guy to get my pastebin updated

with the archive guy*

Alright Guys, First Writefag

Be Gentle

>Be me, few Years after Jow Forumsonvergence
>family did pretty well for themselves after the contact wars
>Grandfather, and father looted the battlefields for weapons and trinkets on both sides of the portals during the war
>Once government realized we were up against literal mythical creatures and actual magic, decide to lift almost all restrictions of weapon ownership. Cant own nukes, but whatever, family has a fucking functioning M60 tank, so idgaf
>Liberal heads fuckin explode. Was told it was a fun time.
>Anyway, with all the loot and money they earned, grandfather and father opened a gunstore.
>Ffwrd to now, I've inherited it after my father passed and business is good
>have a Giant of an Orc that helps with security and also works the front counter. Call him Krom because his actual name is some incomprehensible orcish bullshit
>fucking orcs man
>I dabble in basic repairs and operate the business and help krom work the front end
>have a fantastic dwarven gunsmith, Dangrim (Dan for short).
>I thought I was good. Dan makes me look like a toddler banging a toy hammer against a piece of wood.
>but it's cool, cause he also an enchanter. People pay top dollar for his enchantments.
>dont worry about him leaving as he says he owes my Family a Blood debt, which, apparently, is magically binding.
> Blood debt wont be lifted until either he saves the life of me or one of my offspring, or he dies.
>Father Saved his ass from becoming Dragon shit one day after he went on an expedition through the portals. When I asked for details, father only said that “That flying scaly lizard fuck sucked started the barrel end of my M60”
>The dragon attempted to eat the M60. Father made the dragon blow it out his ass, literally.
>now the dragons skull sits outside the Shop with a Crown of Dwarven Bronze atop its head.
> Dan made that not long after Father gave him a job.
>Father renamed Shop to Dragon King Customs
>father was autistic
cont.

>Murals of the battle painted on the walls.
>Imagine a Smaug type Fire Dragon facing down an M60 type of painting, actually looks really well done.

>Anyway, particularly slow day.
>Have a few regulars in, shoot the shit, give Krom shit for being an Orc and ask if he's fucked his sister today, Krom gives them shit about how Humans taste like a pig's asshole and that Orc Women would break tiny humans.
>They would
>Eventually everyone clears out and Krom decides to go grab lunch
>“Neat, what are you getting”
>“Chinese”
>“Bring me some Beef fried Rice”
>Krom just grunts as he walks out the door.
>I'm alone.
>Sit down and start scrolling through Instagram on my phone.
>Hear Dan hammering away at something in the back.
>Probably the Tank
>Fuckers been working on it off and on for a solid month
>Few minutes pass
>Suddenly hear a rumble
>Thefuck.jpg
>Building shakes
>THEFUCK.jpg
>Look over just in time to see Dan literally rolling out the door to the workshop, covered in black soot with more of it trailing behind him.

>“The fuck Dan, You good?”
>“Ayy laddie, sorry bout that. Used a little too much powdered crystal.”
>The dwarf is comically Jet black, covered head to toe in soot.
>“Did you break anything?”
>“Not this time” he said, smiling. his teeth contrasting against his black covered face
>At that moment, the front door rang opened.
>“Looks like ya got a customer Laddie, I'll leave you to it”
>Look in the direction of the door
>holyshit.gif
>Smoking hot half elf just walked into my shop.
>She takes a quick look around
>No doubt admiring my Humanliness
>Fuck, dont spill your spaghetti
>”Hello there Ma’am, Are you looking for anything in Particular today”
>fuck yeah, nailed it
>”Well, actually im looking for some Fire Enchanted Arrows, This is like, the only place in town that i hear you can get enchanted arrows.”
>”Heard correct Ma’am their right over here.”
>show her the where the arrows are, she picks about 3 dozen of them and pays for them.

cont.

>”Mind if i look around for a bit?”
>”No Go ahead”
>She starts browzing the wares.
>Gets to the guns
>is looking at each one of them
>stops to browse the WWII Surplus rack
>Good girl
>Finally speaks up
>”you after being on this side of the portal for as long as i have, ive never actually thought about looking at one of these”
>a Half Elf from the other side, thats actually pretty rare
>She continues to look at the rifles for a few more minutes then decides to leave
>feel like shit cause i didnt get to Talk to her much. Just stared like a fucking creep while she look at the guns.
>Krom Walks in as she is heading towards the door, carrying…. A child?
>its an Asian Child, kicking and screaming
>”Krom what THE FUCK”
>”What? I said i was getting Chinese.”
>jesusfuckingchristthisfuckingorc.mp3
>Kaylessa Looks mortified
>I know i look fucking mortified
>Krom is laughing Hysterically
>Drops the Asian Kid and tosses him a copper coin and the little shit runs out the door
>”Relax, You humans taste like a pigs asshole”
>Kaylessa Leaves laughing, Kroms laughing
>Dick
>Just give me my fried rice you orc fuck.

cont?

Also, this was all that I typed up, if theres more interest I'll type more tomorrow

Mercefairy: a Fairy Tale continues.
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New stuff starts around line 406
>we traveled for a few days with our small caravan of mercs
>Elyrioa, an upper-lower-middle-class high elf who longed to become a battle mage. She knew some healing magic, but wasnt very well versed in her arts
>she practices constantly, but has trouble controling herself. Its not that shes not powerful...
>shes TOO powerful
>and a bit of a nerd
>ok a MASSIVE nerd. Humaboo too, with light brown hair down past her shoulders and freckles.
>despite her sneezes containing lightning, i like the stuttering girl.
>we have Kolt and Roogr, two humans who came over looking for adventure. Constantly arguing, they bear their namesake rifles and pistols. Roogr carried a mini 14 and a Vaquero, and Kolt an M4 and 1911
>Troglodytes, but Spera liked their 'fighting spirit!' Which consists of them hitting eachother over the head with liquor bottles
>Uurg, our Orcish technician and comms specialist. He gets into debates about computer nerd shit with Elry alot, but his intrests are more in the programming side of things.
>his size means he doubles as our AR with a PKM ive been holding on to
>Stopinpowah, a feral goblin Kolt keeps on a leash.
>and Grundr, a dwarf with a knack for ranged combat of the extreme variety, touting an SRS-A1 and some dwarven amalgation of various black powder pistols
>accompanying us is Juleri, the halfling girl acting as our envoy for the Crimson Caravan Company
>the roads were mostly calm, with Kolt and Roogr getting kicked out of various inns after molesting assorted fantasy raced women
>Spera bragged wherever we went, becoming angry and chittering in drunken rage whenever her feats were compared to the more famous Fairy mercenary companion of the Hero of Neumagh
>'Not even real mercenary! Just companion! Ammo addict!' She would shout, cuddling her shell casing with the face drawn on it and a new helmet that looked mysteriously like mine
>poor little fairy

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>i listen of course, as does Elyr
>shes quickly becoming friends with her; Speras brash nature complimenting Elyrs shy and stuttering mannerisms surprisingly well
>she also teaches her how to enchant tiny hand grenades
>joy, more shrapnel
>as we approach the last known positon of the caravan, things become tense
>the towns have more and more goblin problems, and Stopinpowah is nearly shot on sight before being choked by Kolt on its leash
>Uurg scans the air for comm, but if its goblins they wont be using it.
>in the middle of the road, lies a torn up caravan and burnt wagon
>Spera flitters above, with Grundr scanning the treeline
>Kolt and Roogr begin whooping and let Stoppinpowah off its leash, who promptly steps on an IED
>then hell breaks loose
>CONTACT
>shots crack over our heads as Kolt and Roogr scramble for cover
>Uurg begins laying down the DAKKA wile Grundr sights in our enemy
>i roll to the side, glancing at Spera who is speeding off twords the enemy, tiny grenades in her hands
>Juleri screams and sticks with me, holding her head in terror
>FIRST FIRETEAM PREPARE TO RUSH
>Kolt and Roogr whoop, while Elyr swears in elvish
>RUSH
>i roll out and begin laying down lead along with Uurg, letting Kolt and Roogr advance to the enemy along the left flank

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>Grundr takes a hit in the shoulder, and there goes our sniper
>Kolt chucks a molotov at the enemy, setting the left flank treeline ablaze
>goblins begin to rush out, but these are... bigger
>fire at them as they cross in front of their own killzone
>hear Uurg take a hit in the bicep, his bloodrage numbing the pain
>ok this is a bad spot to be
>tactically our way to the left of the road, using the trees and microterrain for cover
>Elyr shoots random fireballs and lightning strikes, one zapping Roogr on the ass
>suddenly sparkly explosions begin lighting up the treeline, and individual fire encased goblins begin screeching out of cover
>that's my fairy
>with their line in disarray theyre easy pickings, and i set to work patching up Grundr and Uurg while Kolt looks for a survivor to leash
>Elyr returns, paling at the sight of Uurgs bicep and Grundr's shoulder
>'tis but a jaint wund lass, isnaeting tae be worried oer!'
>fuckin nutcase
>Uurg lets her use her healing magic, notice her blush a bit when she touches him
>he chuckles and looks twords the burning treeline, Elyr a sputtering mess
>someone has an orc crush
>with Grundrs shoulder patched up and Uurg magically back in action, i take over as squad lead and let Elyr magic his shoulder
>me and Uurg approach the convoy, watching for IEDs
>Spera is waiting for us, looking over the wreckage she chitters broodingly at me, then flies to my shoulder and rests her chin on her fist, her eyes narrowed
>Uurg nods and grimaces, and we inspect what looks like drag marks

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>fuck we need a prisoner
>at that moment Kolt and Roogr stumble out of the brush, fucking hissing at eachother and pulling a goblin on a leash between them
>well look at that
>i distract them with a bottle of whiskey and nab the fucker, cuffing his hands to the burnt out wagon
>i have some questions, fuckface
>it looks at us with hungry, angry eyes. Disgusting creatures.
>it leers openly at Juleri and Elyr, who is guarded by Uurg with a protective growl
>i swear the elf girl swoons at her orc in shining armor
>Spera chitters questions at the goblin, but it just laughs and howls like Kolt
>i ask Uurg to escort Juleri and Elyr away, as i intend to have a talk with him alone
>Spera sticks around for a bit, until i insist and remind her she needs to be a good mercenary leader, as she is the most powerful of us after all
>i stare at the goblin. I feel nothing, oddly. I think this unsettles it
>ive been so clean so far. So far from what happened.
>but i have learned and studied. And i am a very good student.
>i ask Grundr to build me something. He eyes me warily and asks what
>'A Cross.'

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>i had taken it away on a leash, forcing it to bear its cross
>Grundr offered to accompany me, but i declined. Politely, but firmly. He didnt press the issue.
>ah, we're here. Far enough away from the others
>the goblin looks exhausted, eyeing me with a mix of anger and fear
>good.
>'where are the others who took the caravan? Where are the women?'
>it grins and shrugs
>'i unno, why dont ya ask em? They fetch a good price ya know... the little ones squealed'
>ah, trafficking. Distasteful
>i choke it, slamming it to the ground and tie its leash to a nearby tree
>reaching in my medbag i find the lidocaine
>nerve blocks on the limbs ensure there will be no resistance
>it screams.
>i tie its arms and legs to the cross, and wait until its feeling comes back
>then come the nails
>he breaks on the third, when his feet are nailed to the cross
>tells me everything. How many. Which were sold, and to whom. How many are still there. Their base and security information
>it begs for release
>'forgivnes is the realm of God. I am a man'
>it sobs, begging for mercy with the additional nails i put into the forearms and through the shins, between the ulna and radius, and tibia and fibula
>goblin anatomy is close enough to get it right
>it becomes a whimpering mess
>ah, but theres a reason i chose this spot
>far away for screaming to not be heard
>far from the road
>and an anthill nearby
>i drag the cross to it and place it on top, laying the goblin on his back
>i then reach into my pack and sprinkle sugar into the wounds, making sure to eviscerate the abdomen a bit and sprinkle it in there as well
>next i kick the anthill, and watch as the swarm emerges
>i stay long enough to ensure they found my offering
>the screams drown out as i leave, no longer begging for release, but for death
>it will come. Eventually.
>as i leave it behind, i swear the screams take on the voice of Valles
>it is sometimes difficult to have purpose.

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Keep going, you have me interested

Verum vir Romanus

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in vino veritas. But really, lapides loqueris. What are you trying to say?

"True Roman man" in appreciation of user's way to deal with the goblin

Well thanks for coming back, you are my favorite writefags I can enjoy. You do great shit, please do not stop.

well that makes more sense than "but the man", which is what google gave me. Oh well, my gf at the time made me take French instead of Latin

Please name yourself Dragon/k/ing

God, can you imagine having like a bunch of normal gun-toting Texans go through a portal and try to survive in the other world? It would be like the anime gate except, you know, actually challenging and way more interesting.

*YEEEEEE-HAAWs externally*

fuck yeah I'd watch that show

Levergats and revolvers only of course

Will do, will work on it some more throught the day and post when I get off work.

Does anyone have that drawing of a centurion in a drab lorica segmentata. I think he had a rifle too.

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remove goblin

Thanks, glad someone does!

>single action rifles, simple bolt actions, and Black Powder weapons

Is this assuming that black powder gonnies can't really penetrate lamellar armour yet?

Good detail work.

Tell it to the artist, if you ever find him.

how many kommandos have we lost since the begining of this?
i remmember about an user who said he was going to raid a harpy nest by himself but he never reported back, or the other user the said he was going elf trap shooting but never came back either, what happened to them?

>i walk back to the group slowly
>Grundr eyes my warily, and Spera asks if im ok
>the sight of my little fairy warms my heart and chases the demons away
>i grab her and pat her head, much to her grumbles, which subside once i inform them all of the location of the goblin camp
>Elyria asks what happned to the prisoner. I get questioning looks from the rest of our party
>i shrug and say he died of his wounds
>i dont lie. Not to my fairy.
>most of them accept it, not sparing a goblin slaver any more thought.
>Grundr looks a bit offput, but lets it go
>smart man
>we advance to the goblin cave entrance, sneaking up on the fucker
>Kolt begins foaming at the mouth, as does Roogr
>Elyria and Juleri scoot to the side, while Spera retreives her fairy sized rifle, glowing with glitter and enchantments
>there are 4 goblins outside, raping a halfling woman who is begging for mercy
>targets acquired
>fuckin send it
>4 cracks ring out and the hostage gasps, i quickly move forward and secure her
>Juleri recognizes her as a coworker from Crimson Caravan, one of the merchants
>Grundr stays back to set up a CCP with Juleri and the hostage, and the rest of us prepare to move
>the cave has one large entrance and a small spiderhole to the left
>Kolt, youre up
>he draws his 1911 and sprints screeching into the spiderhole
>the rest of us advance into the cave, chewing some herbs to give us nightvision. Ive dubbed it Cateye
>we put our earpro on; no telling when we'll be engaged
>Roogr puts in some 9mm shell casings and calls it a day
>fucking maniac
>Uurg and Elyria wear some old headphones
>i wear my old COMM gear, and Spera had fairy sized earbuds
>lets roll
>we sweep and clear the cave, the occasional squeal of a goblin and echo of a handgun accompanying us at various places
>some chambers we find are empty, with goblin ears missing
>Kolt you magnificent bastard

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>eventually we begin to take more frequent contact
>like the forest ambush, these goblins are larger than most. More aggressive
>Uurg describes them as hobgoblins
>they die easily enough, but its tough slogging
>Spera hasnt taken her rifle off full auto
>you ever seen mini HE 0.556 rounds?
>ever seen MAGIC ones?
>its not pretty
>Uurg becomes our pointman, along with Roogr
>suddenly we stol when Uurg holds out a hand
>'...you 'ear thad?'
>a rumbling follows several pistol shots, followed by seven rapid ones
>Roogr sniffs the air and leroy jenkins down the tunnel, silently
>the pop pop of rounds his only sign
>'i dun like this boss'
>Elyria is looking nervous
>Spera even seems unsettled
>'... alright, dig in in this chamber. Overlapping fields of fire, Elyria put some noismakers behind us to secure our rear'
>we move out, the sound of automatic fire increasingly getting closer

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>staring at the tunnel entrance i really wish i brought my NODs
>the gunfire subsides, and we hear swift and heavy steps coming down
>tense.gif
>Elyria shouts out not to fire, and Roogr burdts through the tunnel, carrying a wounded Kolt
>hes gibbering and fires a burst down the tunnel, tearing past me
>he looks to me and points at Kolt, then takes up a firing position
>corpsman up
>Kolt has several scratches, bites, minor wounds...
>until his head
>uneven pupil dilation, raccoon eyes, broken nose, hes not all there
>notice his chest is only rising on one side, but no external trauma
>needle D the pnumeo, stabalize his neck and try and keep him awake
>deeper, lower steps begin coming down the tunnel
>Spera chitters something, and Roogr howls
>Uurgs eyes go wide
>'.... FOOKIN TROLL, GIT SET YA GITS!'
>safeties are flung to 'Fun!' As the monster emerges
>even my earpro has trouble with the sound of Uurgs PKM opening up in such a confined space
>the troll is toting a DShK and opening up all around us
>hes wearing slabs of ceramic and steel, and flanked by several smaller goblins
>Spers chucks a glitter WP, and the goblins are no loger an issue the troll however seems only angry
>wrap up Kolt, and grab my 27 and join the fire
>a burst through the exposed knee brings him down
>he roars, swinging his gun in a wide arc, catching Uurg in the right chest in the plate
>that ain't it, Chief
>it swats at Spera, sending her flying with a grazing hit
>my eyes turn red
>'ELYRIA FUCKIN SEND IT'
>spring to Spera, firing all the while until im dry

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>reach my little fairy, shes in rough shape
>a wing is clearly broken and her arm is bent funny
>shes unconcious, a thin stream of golden blood trailing from her mouth
>gently pick her up and head back to cover as the troll fires another burst
>Elyria sends a lightning bolt its way
>well more like 12 lightning bolts and one hits it
>it screams and falls over, lolling its head back and forth
>it hurt my fairy.
>Elyria whoops, then her eyes go big and she runs to Uurg
>his massive Orc plate helped, but it still tore a pretty good sized chunk out of his upper chest
>she desperatly tries to staunch the bleeding as he coughs out his goodbyes
>amateurs
>i shove her out of the way and get to work
>an Orc can lose almost 60% of its blood volume and remain combat effective
>75% is when it gets touchy
>hes lost 65% so far it seems, given his signs of shock
>combat gauze the fuck out of his wound, supplementing with normal gauze and massive pressure
>watch for pnumeothorax as well, but it looks like the wound is wide enough to not develop one
>bits of rib in there though, not great
>hand him over to Elyria once i get an IV of fluids running, some magical blood emulator our healer cooked up
>he'll be fine
>check on Kolt, breathing is shallow but present, Roogr offering a bottle of liquor to his lips
>im sure hes fine
>Spera

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>shes concious, but in alot of pain
>as in shes tearing up
>ever seen a fairy cry?
>its cruel
>make her comfortable and give her a fairy dose of pain meds after checking for TBI,
Splinting her limb and wing
>little fairy is gonna pull through
>the troll grumbles in pain
>the troll.
>my eyes see red again, as i grab one of the white phosphorous grenades Uurg keeps on his flak
>i stomp up to it, placing the willy pete in its mouth, its too fucked up to realize
>tape it in there and tie a piece of 550 cord to the ring
>clink
>it screams as its face is burnt, but i know the real pain is in the lungs
>theyre seared like steak, even a surgeon couldn't save it now
>i leave it writhing and screaming, knocking its head agaisnt the rocks it cant see with its melted eyes
>i grab Uurg and begin carrying him out, Roogr doing the same with Kolt
>i put Spera in her pouch and we extract our casualties
>Grundr seems shocked, running over to help me with Uurgs massive frame
>in the end i leave Uurg, Kolt, Spera, and Elyria with them to work her healing magic
>Roogr and Grundr come with me back into the cave, Grundr switching to an old hi point carbine we found inside
>the rest of the goblins seem to have fled or died
>those that remain get no mercy from me
>we eventually come upon the largest chamber of them all, with the chief and his personal entourage present

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>we make quick work of them, a flashbang incapacitating them
>Crimson Caravan wanted the chief alive, but im afraid he will be tragically lost
>execute his staff, including his child, taking his pregnant wife prisoner
>he.... it screeches and sobs
>the coldness returns, with even Roogr looking at me with apprehension
>we find the slaves that havent been sold, theyre in rough shape
>some have been forcibly quadamputated and turned into breeding stock, begging for death
>i grant it to them
>Grundr begins tearing up as the little ones are let out of their cage
>a small elf girl, no older than six, hikes up her skirt and bends over in front of him, robotically and with no life in her eyes
>he calms her and leads her outside, but i can see the grandfatherly dwarf is distraught to see such conditioning
>he looks at me with less apprehension now
>Roogr frees the Crimson Caravan crew, who are less traumatized than their counterparts. Due to time i suppose
>i gather the sales ledger on which have been sold. Im sure we'll be paid handsomely to recover all of TCC's missing employees
>as for the chief...
>Grundr builds me another 2 crosses, and i make him carry it out of the cave
>after breaking an ankle

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they're either sex slaves or dead

>i walk past our little camp, the goblins bearing crosses and their old prisoners shying away from them
>the goblin wife is in tears
>i take them to the site of their friend, who is letting out tiny whimpers and begins begging when he sees me
>well, as much as he can with ants filling his tounge
>i waste no time with the cheif, nailing him to his cross and standing it upright, stabbing him in the intestines to ensure sepsis will kill him if he is somehow rescued, breaking his jaw as well
>his pregnant wife i rape with a branch i find nearby, killing the fetus with its impacts, then violating her rectum with a knife
>the cheif tries to close his eyes, so i remove his eyelids
>the wife is then nailed to her cross, staring across at her husband while the goblin soldier is eaten alive
>i leave a trail of sugar to her cross from the ant hill, and a ward to ward off wild animals
>no bear will grant them mercy
>i nail a sign to the goblins shins, as a warning to others
>i leave them there to their fate, begging for release and cursing my name for a thousand generations
>i can just barely hear the wife begin screaming as the ants find my offering.
>the chief will watch of course. The ants wont reach him until after, if they do at all
>Grundr would claim this isnt just. Elyria would claim its not right
>its not about justice. Or righteousness.
>this is a message

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Jow Forums alternative diplomacy

Are you a literal Roman come back to life? Or someone with real symptoms of PTSD? Or both? The depth of the details is both endearing, scary and realistic

yes you can make alcohol out of corn. the us gov subsidises this as "eco friendly bio fuel gasoline additive"
in practice it is a waste, because growing, harvesting and fermenting corn to make alcohol as a fuel is not efficient and consumes/wastes more energy through machinery fuel+ process inefficiencies than it provides as biofuel (and it wastes tax dollars)
still an option for running a gas engine without access to oil or the drawbacks of a gassifier (fueling tanks/prop planes in the new world)
>alright sitting at home is boring
>kinda curious what the WP tubes will do to orcs
>don't even give a shit anymore if one blows up in my hand
>let's go for a walk
>grab the wooden broomstick I once sharpened using office scissors (school can be boring too you know)
>ccing a bunch of knives and a couple warcrime pipes
>first go innatown (i live close to the edge)
>get croceries (with spear slung over my back)
>not the only one
>other customers carrying hatchets/knives
>one mallninja has a fucking pistol crossbow
>restock basic foods, get some turkey steaks, eggs milk, bread
>grab a few packs of erythritol sugar substitute
>at least something these health conscious millenials are good for
>technically sugary alcohol, practically 0 calories because you don't digest it
(measurement would be the same as normal sugar tough (a calorimeter for food is retarded))
>don't plan on baking a cake with it tough
>stop by city hall because why not
>see statement pinned by local police/gov
>basically says, they won't give a shit if people carry weapons unless they look like obvious nutjobs
>understandable, have a nice day
>drop off groceries, walk in the other direction
>walk along the edge of town
>75-100m of clearing between road and forrest at the base of the hill
>pic related
>owo what's this
>there's something at the treeline
>kinda looks like a (normal) face

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Im just an FMF corpsman m8, do know harm and all that
>someone with actual symptoms of PTSD?
fuck i hope not

I return to the camp to find everyone exhausted
>the slaves are feeling better, and we scavenge what we can from the goblin camp
>Spera is doing better thanks to Elyria's magic, Kolt seems to be pulling through. Uurg lost alot of blood but he'll be fine
>for all that nastiness not a single death; not bad team
>myself and Grundr head back to the nearset village, who send an aid convoy and transport our little caravan back to them.
>turns out most of these prisoners are locals from nearby villages, including this one
>they send word and families begin coming to pick up loved ones, the village builds us a little longhouse to house the squad and the Caravaneers
>Juleri is happy we got most of them, and the locations of the rest
>we forward the list immediately to Crimson Caravan via messager, hoping they can find them. Or hire the local mercenary company, hint hint nudge nudge
>Roogr is flirting with an asian human girl he saved
>she looks like 16 but age of consent locally is based off of when you begin menstration so let him
>if its legal in Nevada its legal here
>besides i dont exactly wanna come between him and whatever emotional band aid he needs while Kolt is out of action
>find Uurg and Elyria kissing in their room one night much to their embarrassment
>'i-i was... examining his chest for further wounds!'
>im sure his chest smells like blackberries

>leave them to it
>Grundr has a herd of lolis that follow 'grandpa dwarfy' around. He looks like Santa whenever he tells them stories of his time in the mines or old dwarf legends
>he sneaks them sweets when he thinks im not looking
>let him because the town is supplying us with enough food for a group half again the size of ours in thanks
>Spera stays high on painkillers for a few days while she heals
>she gives me fairy kisses constantly, telling me how wonderful i am
>i wont lie the attention is nice
>her mercenary side comes out though, and shes chugging cider like it actually is alcoholic
>she whoops and cheers whenever i take my shirt off in our room to change, rolling a gold coin half the height of her twords me
>'more! More! More!' While waving her thimble of drink
>im not your stripper, bug
>ruffle her hair and she giggles, falling over in a drugged up haze
>Juleri and i flirt a bit, but nothing serious. I just like flirting.
>after about 3 weeks we're ready for the road, Juleri informing me that a replacement caravan is coming through and can take us back
>the town welcoms the Crimson Caravan, seeing them as half the reason the goblins were stopped
>the ride back is fortunately uneventful, and Spera comes off her pain meds, leaving me unharrased

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