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Archive of previous thread:
https://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive/2023/5537756/
Recap:
You’ve decided to head to Oileana, Paracelsus’ homeland, after taking a brief stop to take care of a victim of mana poisoning. Doing that saved the harbor a lot of money, so you got a free ride to Oileana and a big meal for everybody. Now, it’s a week’s worth of sailing before you reach your destination.
Unfortunately, you have been beset by pirates, and while they only intend to take a portion of cargo and leave the rest be…
They decided your kobolts count as “cargo”. And they want Emeralda.
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You look to Paracelsus, and tell her to tell this scum of the earth, in no uncertain terms, that you are going to rip his throat out and char his men to blackened, screaming corpses if they don’t decide to back off.
This isn’t bluster, either. Your lungs almost seem to burn, and you can tell from the faint discolouration your eyes are glowing brighter than before. The man seems confused, as well, and when Paracelsus starts talking in their language…
Some shuffle nervously.
The captain you were talking to? He seems to take this as a reason to start talking big. He laughs, his breath stinking of alcohol and rotting meat. His teeth explain a lot behind that smell, and you feel yourself… growling.
It’s not a conscious decision, but it’s a deep, internal rumble. You feel flames come from your maw, out from the side of your mouth, and many people take a step back… but the pirates step forward, galvanized by their laughing captain. He starts mocking you, guessing from the tone. Paracelsus confirms it.
“He says your magic tricks don’t intimidate him.” Paracelsus says, clearly nervous about the ensuing fight.
Then, the captain steps past you, and gives a shout to the man that was grabbing Esmeralda, while he grabs Pink.
You feel something new, in this instance. Though, “new” is perhaps not the right word. You’ve been angry before. Hell, you’ve hit depths of rage you didn’t think were possible for a human being to reach. This time, though, it’s something primal. They are taking something that’s yours. This is your family. Your Klan. Your treasure.
“MINE!” You growl out, as you slam your clawed hand against the captain’s shoulder, crushing it. As he screams, he turns around and reaches for his gun, but you’re far faster.
You grab him by the hair, pulling his head back, and then your teeth find his throat. There was almost no resistance as your teeth enter his flesh, and you pull with a powerful heave, tearing a huge chunk of flesh out with a spray of blood. The blood tastes like iron, but there is a sweetness there as you swallow what you tore out.
He thought he could take what is YOURS!?
Archive of previous thread:
https://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive/2023/5537756/
Recap:
You’ve decided to head to Oileana, Paracelsus’ homeland, after taking a brief stop to take care of a victim of mana poisoning. Doing that saved the harbor a lot of money, so you got a free ride to Oileana and a big meal for everybody. Now, it’s a week’s worth of sailing before you reach your destination.
Unfortunately, you have been beset by pirates, and while they only intend to take a portion of cargo and leave the rest be…
They decided your kobolts count as “cargo”. And they want Emeralda.
-----------------------------------------------------
You look to Paracelsus, and tell her to tell this scum of the earth, in no uncertain terms, that you are going to rip his throat out and char his men to blackened, screaming corpses if they don’t decide to back off.
This isn’t bluster, either. Your lungs almost seem to burn, and you can tell from the faint discolouration your eyes are glowing brighter than before. The man seems confused, as well, and when Paracelsus starts talking in their language…
Some shuffle nervously.
The captain you were talking to? He seems to take this as a reason to start talking big. He laughs, his breath stinking of alcohol and rotting meat. His teeth explain a lot behind that smell, and you feel yourself… growling.
It’s not a conscious decision, but it’s a deep, internal rumble. You feel flames come from your maw, out from the side of your mouth, and many people take a step back… but the pirates step forward, galvanized by their laughing captain. He starts mocking you, guessing from the tone. Paracelsus confirms it.
“He says your magic tricks don’t intimidate him.” Paracelsus says, clearly nervous about the ensuing fight.
Then, the captain steps past you, and gives a shout to the man that was grabbing Esmeralda, while he grabs Pink.
You feel something new, in this instance. Though, “new” is perhaps not the right word. You’ve been angry before. Hell, you’ve hit depths of rage you didn’t think were possible for a human being to reach. This time, though, it’s something primal. They are taking something that’s yours. This is your family. Your Klan. Your treasure.
“MINE!” You growl out, as you slam your clawed hand against the captain’s shoulder, crushing it. As he screams, he turns around and reaches for his gun, but you’re far faster.
You grab him by the hair, pulling his head back, and then your teeth find his throat. There was almost no resistance as your teeth enter his flesh, and you pull with a powerful heave, tearing a huge chunk of flesh out with a spray of blood. The blood tastes like iron, but there is a sweetness there as you swallow what you tore out.
He thought he could take what is YOURS!?
