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Previous thread:
https://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive/2022/5236717/
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Recap:
Our knight has partially succeeded at his attempt to clean himself of draconic influence! Dreygaun, the mental representation of the curse, has been pulled out of him and was summarily killed. Great job!
Unfortunately, now Paracelsus, the cute muscular plague doctor companion, is also afflicted with the same curse. The archmage that removed Dreygaun also cursed herself and anybody that would follow her, with the intent of defeating death by becoming immortal dragons. As this is a Big Issue, you are now chasing her down with the intent of stopping her. Oh, and your bandit squire guy is cursed to turn into a kobolt, but who cares.
You recently passed into Wulven territory. The area is thick with their magicks, forcing the moon to always be full, and nature itself seems more vicious and unwelcome. There are wolves about.
Even worse, your smallest kobolt (by stature, not by age) is infected from a tainted health potion, turning her into one of the accursed beasts. And if that wasn't enough?
She's a werewolf Monarch. Sometimes referred to as a tyrant. If a werewolf is 300 pounds of pure muscle and fury, she's currently 450 pounds of it, and about nine feet tall.
You decided to try and calm her down, while the others ran off together.
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"Teensy! I need you to stay calm!" You say, to the gigantic werewolf tyrant. It leans forward, getting on all fours... and slowly stalking towards you. It's not growling, which is maybe a good thing, maybe a bad thing. You don't know.
All the same, it's terrifying. Collar is sobbing as she clutches your leg, and is pleading with Teensy as well.
"I-I just w-want you back! PLEASE!"
Teensy's gigantic glowing eyes peek towards the little kobolt... and her mouth opens, drool leaking out of that horrible maw full of teeth.
Oh no.
You raise your fists and bend down just as she leaps forward, snarling and roaring. To your complete and utter shock, you actually SUCCEED in stopping the feral charge, your armor stopping the claws from digging into you! You are forced back for a few meters, forcefully making Collar slide away from you as your foot strikes her. However, even if you have the strength to remain standing, you can't resist the sheer weight as the Tyrant pushes you down on the ground. Groaning, you do the one thing you could think of as that gigantic set of teeth came barreling down towards your face.
You send a fist flying down that maw, and force it deeper still, even as those jaws chomp down on your own arm, ripping straight through the plate armor using nothing but brute jaw strength and supernaturally sharp teeth. But your fist in her throat, and she seems to realize the issue.
It's choking.
https://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive/2022/5236717/
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Recap:
Our knight has partially succeeded at his attempt to clean himself of draconic influence! Dreygaun, the mental representation of the curse, has been pulled out of him and was summarily killed. Great job!
Unfortunately, now Paracelsus, the cute muscular plague doctor companion, is also afflicted with the same curse. The archmage that removed Dreygaun also cursed herself and anybody that would follow her, with the intent of defeating death by becoming immortal dragons. As this is a Big Issue, you are now chasing her down with the intent of stopping her. Oh, and your bandit squire guy is cursed to turn into a kobolt, but who cares.
You recently passed into Wulven territory. The area is thick with their magicks, forcing the moon to always be full, and nature itself seems more vicious and unwelcome. There are wolves about.
Even worse, your smallest kobolt (by stature, not by age) is infected from a tainted health potion, turning her into one of the accursed beasts. And if that wasn't enough?
She's a werewolf Monarch. Sometimes referred to as a tyrant. If a werewolf is 300 pounds of pure muscle and fury, she's currently 450 pounds of it, and about nine feet tall.
You decided to try and calm her down, while the others ran off together.
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"Teensy! I need you to stay calm!" You say, to the gigantic werewolf tyrant. It leans forward, getting on all fours... and slowly stalking towards you. It's not growling, which is maybe a good thing, maybe a bad thing. You don't know.
All the same, it's terrifying. Collar is sobbing as she clutches your leg, and is pleading with Teensy as well.
"I-I just w-want you back! PLEASE!"
Teensy's gigantic glowing eyes peek towards the little kobolt... and her mouth opens, drool leaking out of that horrible maw full of teeth.
Oh no.
You raise your fists and bend down just as she leaps forward, snarling and roaring. To your complete and utter shock, you actually SUCCEED in stopping the feral charge, your armor stopping the claws from digging into you! You are forced back for a few meters, forcefully making Collar slide away from you as your foot strikes her. However, even if you have the strength to remain standing, you can't resist the sheer weight as the Tyrant pushes you down on the ground. Groaning, you do the one thing you could think of as that gigantic set of teeth came barreling down towards your face.
You send a fist flying down that maw, and force it deeper still, even as those jaws chomp down on your own arm, ripping straight through the plate armor using nothing but brute jaw strength and supernaturally sharp teeth. But your fist in her throat, and she seems to realize the issue.
It's choking.
