Today has proven to be what the children like to call "a mixed bag".On the one hand, your most recent achievement has secured your legacy as the Great Artificer Rinaldo mac Tamera for centuries to come. Your life's work on the transfer of immortal souls between mortal vessels finally came to fruition in human trials. For the first time in history, the successful transference of consciousness from one body to another occurred through a fully understood mechanistic process that can be repeated without the use of divine magics. Thanks to you, resurrection and immortality no longer belong to the realm of miracles, but instead lay within the bounds of mankind's science!On the other hand the reason for the rather impromptu field test of this technology means that you probably cannot return to your home Realm any time soon. See, for various reasons the Jade Star Emperor decided to execute you - the Great Artificer Rinaldo mac Tamera - on a set of trumped up nonsensical charges. He could have just charged you for sleeping with one of his thousand wives, but unfortunately cuckoldry is not an offense punishable by death... and it would have been far too great a shame for him to admit. The exact charge was High Treason and Conspiracy Against All Life, the latter of which had not been dusted off since the Void Cults got killed off a thousand years ago. So for the crime of comforting a lonely woman, off came your head. Though not until they destroyed your atelier, and your sub atelier, and the ateliers that you had set up on various orbitals across the system, and the ateliers you built a few star-jaunts over on the Astral Plane. They burnt most of your books and journals, too, countless references and decades of accumulated knowledge gone up in smoke.Then they killed you.Then you woke up in the one atelier they missed. The one atelier you kept in such a grand backwater that you're quite certain that the locals never even heard of a Jade Star Emperor nor understood that all humanity across all material planes belonged to the Jade Star Empire. You forgot you even kept spare bodies in this place until the connection pulled your soul from your corpse and into the body you currently occupy. Looking at your current self in the mirror, you suddenly remember why this facility had a back up body to begin with.Golden hair, golden eyes, long slender ears and limbs with wiry muscles beneath a pillowly layer of squishiness. A fair sized bosom that you never had in life, and certain things in particular that are missing and replaced with other things that are best left unspoken.Looking out the window, you see a beach and signs of a tropical climate. You built this atelier to have a workshop attached to your off-the-books vacation home. Of course it would have the ability to grow homunculus bodies for your use. You didn't expect to be living in the Mark One Elven Beauty that you designed on a whim, but it's miles better than being dead.
>>6371467The climate doesn't really demand it, but you still look through the drawers of the atelier to find something to wear. The last thing you need is for someone respectable to come about and mistake you for a perverted exhibitionist. You eventually settle on a simple toga that hangs off one shoulder and covers everything that needs to be covered. The lack of undergarments is something you will need to address at a later date, but at the very least you're no longer running around naked.The one thing you cannot find no matter where you look is a pair of shoes, or even socks and sandals. Seriously, what were you thinking, not keeping those stocked?A pair of silver anklets do the job after you layer on a protective enchantment, but the lack of footwear is... well, you thought they would look nice when the Mark One Elven Beauty was just going to warm your bed and look pretty. Walking around as her, though, makes the lack of footwear feel immodest, at least to some extent. It's something you can live with for the time being, but as soon as you can, you want to obtain a pair of shoes.What's the first thing you do?>Refamiliarize yourself with the layout of your villa and atelier>Explore the surrounding area and see what neighbors you'll need to deal with>Put your new body through its paces and see what it's capable of physically>Craft yourself up a copy of your Standard Adventuring Gear so you're not caught unprepared>Take an inventory of what supplies and equipment you have on hand.>(Write in)Incidentally, what is your preferred way of fighting?>Unarmed martial arts>Swordsmanship>Polearms>Hammer and Axe >Archery>Magical Spells>Qi Techniques>Gun>(Write In)
>>6371467Similar premise to Shattered Phylactery, except we're now an elf, I guess? Serie even. And with the cultivation influences too.>>6371468>Refamiliarize yourself with the layout of your villa and atelier>Magical SpellsWe're Serie now, I guess.
>>6371468>Refamiliarize yourself with the layout of your villa and atelier>>6371468>Hammer and Axe
>>6371468>Craft yourself up a copy of your Standard Adventuring Gear so you're not caught unpreparedAnd shoes please>>6371474Now that you mention it, it is remarkably similar in concept, except the tone is pretty different and Shattered Phylactery doesn't have a genderbend element
>>6371478Don't forget to vote for our fighting style. True.
>>6371479Oh right thanks>>6371478Let's try>Qi TechniquesLet's give our soul shenanigans some of that good old Chinese flavor text
>>6371468>Put your new body through its paces and see what it's capable of physically>SwordsmanshipWith a rapier
>>6371468>Explore the surrounding area and see what neighbors you'll need to deal with>Hammer and Axe
>>6371468>Explore the surrounding area and see what neighbors you'll need to deal with>SwordsmanshipIt's a vacation world, we should first enjoy the beach
>>6371468>Explore the surrounding area and see what neighbors you'll need to deal withObviously the first thing you do with a hot elven body is to flaunt it>Polearms
>>6371468>Refamiliarize yourself with the layout of your villa and atelier>Unarmed martial artsWe were a sumo wrestler in our past life.
>>6371468>Refamiliarize yourself with the layout of your villa and atelierFirst things first. Plus, we need shoes before we see anyone else. For dignity's sake.>Qi Techniques
>>6371468>>Explore the surrounding area and see what neighbors you'll need to deal with>>Hammer and Axe
>>6371468>Explore the surrounding area and see what neighbors you'll need to deal with>GunGun mage
>>6371481Voting this. If this doesn't win, QM, put my vote for any with the qi technique option.
Rolled 64 (1d100)Calling the vote for now. Axe+Hammer and Exploring your surroundings wins. Rolling the d100 for what you encounter.>>6371474>Similar premise to Shattered Phylactery, except we're now an elf, I guess? Serie even. And with the cultivation influences too.I don't know anything about Shattered Phylactery, so any similarities are coincidental>>6371493>It's a vacation world, we should first enjoy the beachIt is not a vacation world. Those worlds would generally have more control from the Jade Star Empire, effectively being entire planets or orbitals that serve as dedicated resorts for high paying clients. It is a world, or at least a region of a world that has a good climate for relaxation and summer fun. Rinaldo's original plan for this place was to have it as a hidden get-away where he would come around to get spoiled by hot elven homunculi who cater to his every whim.>>6371520>Obviously the first thing you do with a hot elven body is to flaunt itPhenomenally based, though the board would ban the quest if proper flaunting occurred. >>6371559>We were a sumo wrestler in our past life.Rinaldo was not chonky enough to be a sumo wrestler. He may or may not have been half dwarf, however. Being turned into a relatively short elven women with a distinct master of the hidden buxom technique has not thrown off his internal balance that much, he was a short king.
>>6371478>>6371479Wait, wasn't Atrebor an immortal *King*, and is now in a female body? Or did I misunderstand that part of both threads?
>>6371676No yeah the opening premise is almost identical lol— MC discovers how to transfer their soul into other bodies, is killed for other reasons, and is forced to reincarnate into a prepared backup body with blonde hair and golden eyes in the remote and desolate location of one of their hidden workshops. Basically beat for beat lol>>6371678It's revealed that "King" is a gender neutral political title in Atrebor's original country (or at least its implied by name dropping a female King) and that Atrebor's first life was as a girl. It was something of a twist though
>>6371676>Phenomenally based, though the board would ban the quest if proper flaunting occurred.As opposed to improper flaunting? I'm sure being unused to a female clothing can lead to accidents such as nip slips occuring
Explore the IslandAxe and HammerBefore you get to exploring the island you arm yourself with the tools of civilization.The axe and hammer you find hanging on the weapon rack in your atelier are not your pride and joy, for those were confiscated by the Jade Star Emperor and added to the royal armory upon your arrest. These are simpler things. Still enchanted - you are the Great Artificer Rinaldo mac Tamera after all - but not to the same extent. The axe you once carried could fell a hundred trees with a single swing of your arm, and your favorite hammer could crush a boulder twenty meters wide into gravel with the same effort.These tools are inferior. The like you would make for a rush job, where the quality desired by the client was in the quantity of the tools you could craft rather than the individual performance of each one. They are not unworthy things, for even in bulk orders you refused to produce factory pressed slop like so many of your peers, but they are not your finest tools by any means. The edge this axe could only fell a single tree with a swing, whilst the hammer only held the strength within it to crush a boulder one meter wide at best. That said, they can serve their secondary purpose just as well. You learned the way of the axe and the hammer from Thorag Hendersen himself, the Mountain King of Vulkan Orbital and a smith of unparalleled skill and character.To tell it true, you do not love violence. Nor are you one of those monkeys who fight with their bare fists or throw their lifeforce around like the spirit beasts that migrate between the planes, and then claim their brutality a high spiritual art. You have not the patience to weave the flow of the cosmos into actualized mysteries in the heat of battle, nor the desire to spend time mastering your breath and shaping it into esoteric technique of the sword, bow, and spear. Yet all the same, should anyone accost you upon your explorations this morning, you are well equipped to defend yourself. You will simply turn the tools that build civilization against your enemies and crush them.With your hammer and your axe tucked safely away in your toga's Sleeve of Holding, you head outside. where a boardwalk will lead you down to the beach or around the property. You have lived for so long and came to own so many little cottages and manors that at first you don't recall where this place could be. After all, the Mark One Elven Beauty was your favorite model of homunculus for serving as assistant, servant, and companion. Your home at the Cradle had nearly a score of them, all in lovely maid outfits, so having one in a growth vat doesn't exactly make this place unique.Fortunately, following the boardwalk's path around the perimeter shakes loose the old memories. Most of your summer homes sat on the periphery of the Jade Star Empire's territory, simply to make it harder for your liege to call you back in for work while you were resting.
>>6371733You'll need to see a star map to know exactly where you are, but you do remember this place. A nameless villa - more of a cottage with some additional amenities really - it sits alone on a small island in what the locals call the Middle Sea, just within sight of one of their larger cities. You came to an agreement with the rulers of that city centuries ago, that in exchange for the island you would build a lighthouse and keep it lit, to guide their sailors back to shore. They would also pay you something of a pittance for the service, a single ounce of silver each day to cover the costs of maintenance and labor.The last time you visited this place was to change the bulb on the lighthouse a century ago. From what you can see, as the boardwalk circles the island, that old bulb is still shining bright and should have a few more decades of life left in it before you need to change it again. The island is just as you remember it. The lighthouse you built sits on the most prominent hill, whilst your cottage and atelier sit at the crown of its second. There's a third hill - broader and shorter compared to those two - upon which a small vineyard has been built, and olive trees line the paths that wind between the two great buildings. The groves and the gardens appear tended well with mechanical precision, and in the distance you can see a mechanical reaper that you vaguely recall constructing caring for the grapevines.A freshwater pond bubbles up from a spring at the center of the island, with a stream running downhill until it comes to a s drop and falls into the ocean. There should be some fish stocked there, as you recall, and it looks like the waterfall has gotten low enough over the centuries that some sea-fish like salmon might be using it as a spawning pool.As you approach the lighthouse, you can see the sails of triremes and galleys heading into the harbor of a white marble city, whose greatest towers are just within your view. So too is the hill upon which the local rulers built their castle. It is nothing compared to the palace of the Jade Star Emperor, built upon the greatest mountain range to be found upon the Cradle, but for a civilization that has yet to master golemcraft and the technologies of higher physics it is quite impressive.Your lighthouse, in comparison, is a triviality.Oh, it is taller than any of their towers, to be sure, but you cheated with the materials. Liquid witchstone reinforced with galvanized beams of adamant set within the mould, your own tools would have great difficulty in deconstructing it. Especially now, when all you have are a surplus hammer and axe from a set that you produced in bulk. Rising easily to a height of a hundred meters, it may as well be a fortress castle in and of itself. The weapons of your neighbors could certainly never pierce its outer shell, and it will weather millennia before its walls need maintenance.
>>6371735That's why you built it as you did. Civilization is built upon structures like your lighthouse, where cheap and plentiful materials can be used to create monuments that will pass through the ages until the name of its creator has passed out of history. Artifice that does not endure the corrosive passage of time is not something worth creating!Of course, everything that makes it wonderful fills your heart with rage once you catch sight of its current occupants.Goblins.That wretched and rapacious species of pests appear to have made themselves a nest inside of your lighthouse while you were gone. The ward against monsters that you set upon the tower should have kept the vile creatures out of your property, but you can think of a number of ways they could have gotten around it. Mostly likely, their shamans made some hapless sap into a thrall and commanded them to remove the wardstones to grant them a path inside.They probably tried to break into your cabin as well and turn that place into one of their nests. Unfortunately for them, the wards you placed upon your residence were far more lethal than the ones you placed upon the lighthouse. A lethal shock of electricity, followed shortly by your mechanical reaper disposing of the corpses, that would have been the fate of any goblin who had tried to break in."Clever little bastards," you growl, eyeing the light at the top of the tower. Goblins are an enemy of civilization who love nothing more than to foul up and break works of artifice. They can hold back, though, if doing so would alert civilized folk to their presence. "You left the light on so that the city wouldn't send anyone to exterminate the rats..."You count the ones outside to number twelve.Based on your knowledge of how these pests work, there's probably five times that number in the nest, if not more than that. With your old tools of civilization, such a paltry number would have been easy to sweep away. With your current tools, you've still confidence that you can root these pests out. Though you do consider the Mountain King's words, that battles are won before you draw steel, not afterwards.How do you approach rooting out these wretched goblins?>Cleave and smite until it is done.>Get in contact with the city on the mainland and see what support they can send.>Return home and craft more tools of civilization to enlighten these wretch beasts.>Attempt to gather more information about their position and relative strength before you act.>(Write In)
>>6371739>>Cleave and smite until it is done.Why complicate things
>>6371739>Cleave and smite until it is done.
Before I go to sleep for the night here's a map of the island:
>>6371739>>6371764+1
>>6371739>Return home and craft more tools of civilization to enlighten these wretch beasts.>>6371676>Rinaldo was not chonky enough to be a sumo wrestler. He may or may not have been half dwarf, however.May our bearded ancestors forgive us for coming back as an elf.
And here's a doodle of the cottage floorplan.
>>6371739>Attempt to gather more information about their position and relative strength before you act.
>>6371739>Attempt to gather more information about their position and relative strength before you act.Knowledge is power, y’all.
>>6371739>>Cleave and smite until it is done.
Rolled 95 (1d100)Calling it for Cleave and smite until it is done and rolling for how that goes
>>6372099Nothing like getting our hands bloody
There is no need for you to complicate things. You have two perfectly good tools of civilization upon your person and a toga stitched with protective runes strong enough to stop a bullet driven by mundane gunpowder. Taking your time and putting together a full kit for battle would make the task smoother and easier, but there is no world under heaven where an infestation of five score goblins would pose you an actual threat. Not without the presence of a goblin king, and these savages don't show the signs.There weapons are rusted and blunt. Their armor non-existent save for scraps of stinking furs and rotting leather. Their organization is loose and haphazard, scattered clumps of two or three picking berries and patrolling the boardwalk, out of formation and not covering eachother's blind spots. They don't even notice your first move, crushing one of them with your hammer and cleaving the head from the shoulders of its partner with a single swing of your axe.They sure notice when you toss that head towards the guards keeping watch over the main entrance to the lighthouse. When you stalk out from the forest with the bearing of a hungry wolf, the tools of civilization in your hands. Your hammer is a blunt and heavy thing meant to shape steel from base ingots into something useful. Your axe is broad of blade, near a half-moon crescent, kept keen to strip bark from the logs that it was forged to fell.For a moment it looks like the goblins will scatter.For a moment it looks like the goblins will charge you.You do not allow the pests the initiative. Before they can move you are fast upon the gatherers, cracking their skulls like bloody eggs and cleaving their bodies in twain with the same ease that you might crush a bug beneath your boot. An ease you don't remember feeling those rare times you dealt with such infestations yourself. A testament to your design of the body your soul now occupies, that beneath its pleasantly soft and pillowy exterior there lay a core of strength that far exceeded what your body could achieve.The Mark One Elven Beauty was designed for companionship, to have a body pleasant to hug... among other things. It was designed for aesthetics, to look fetching in a maid outfit as the homunculi went about their duties maintaining your residences and serving your guests. It was designed for hygiene, for ease of cleaning and the avoidance of foul odors that biological processes often create, and instead always vaguely smell of flowers.Oh, and it was also designed for protection, having strength enough to subdue anyone or anything that would attempt to invade your private property, speed enough to do so quickly, and grace enough to do it without leaving a single one of its golden hairs out of place.
>>6372137It takes three and a half seconds for the head you threw at the goblin guards to land at their feet. One second for it to reach the height of its arc and catch the eye of all the goblins outside the lighthouse. By that point you already blitzed the remaining goblins that were out frolicking in your garden and stealing the wild fruits from your vines, the tools of civilization leaving them broken and crumpled corpses good only for rendering into fertilizer for your fields.As you turn towards the ones on the boardwalk, two spears impale the ground where you had emerged from the forest. Quick of them, but not quick enough. You dance across the grass, your bare feet barely touching the ground with each step cushioned by a pillow of soft force. Moving like a whirlwind you crush them and cleave them, breaking their skulls like melons on the beach and splitting them like firewood, logs too bent and twisted to be used for anything else save burning. Before their spears can clatter to the ground, you kick them into the air, letting them spin wildly until a swing of your hammer crashes into their buts. The hafts splinter with a crack of thunder and rusted iron heads shoot like bolts of lighting across the way, piercing straight through the unguarded flesh of the other boardwalk patrol. The corpses of those pests crumble just as the head thrown finally lands at the feet of the guards at the door.Their eyes never left it as it sailed through the air. They did not notice the butchery until the thunderclap of your hammer batting the goblin spears into the hearts of their brood brothers. By the time they lift their eyes to see you, you've already brought down the tools of civilization upon their heads.But your work does not end there.No, you understand how deep the infestation must have gotten for the goblins to send so many guards outside of their nest. When there are two, there are twenty. When there are a dozen, there are well over a hundred of the pests swarming about and getting up to only the gods know what.A kick throws open the door and sends a half a dozen or so goblins flying as a price for getting curious enough to approach the sounds of battle outside the lair. What you see within turns your stomach and reminds you why these vile pests have extermination orders on every world where they have a presence. They are most ruinous beasts who tear down civilization where they see it and craft a vile and demonic parody of the tribal and nomadic civilizations found on less developed worlds.
>>6372138The flooring and walls of the lighthouse interior have been torn apart, and you suddenly understand why they never broke the light bulb. You gave them too much credit, thinking them clever enough to leave it on. No, the vile pests simply tore apart the only means they had to reach it before they found the bulb, leaving behind a grand cavernous pit that must have reminded them of the labyrinth-caves that birthed them. The wood and drywall must have burnt away long ago, for the fire they've built at the center of their pit burns driftwood and sapling logs that they could cut down with their pilfered rusted tools.The pit itself, once the basement of the labyrinth, is an orgy of sex and violence that would make the most depraved pleasure worlds in the Jade Star Empire vomit at its cruelty and excess. Impaled corpses stripped of clothes and armor rot on stakes driven into the ground. Entrails hang between the stakes like decorative ribbons, long since dried of the blood that now stains the ground. A dead woman who looked to be in her thirties hangs over the driftwood fire from a support beam that goblins managed to keep intact, her flesh being smoked like a cut of meat. Another has been crucified, hanging limply from hempen rope with festering wounds upon her flesh, the vile creatures cackling as they poke and prod her with spears smeared with filth.In the center, away from the cesspits and the corpses are more of their victims. Some bound and squirming for freedom, others dead eyed and freely assisting their goblin masters in whatever chores they want. Most of them heavily pregnant. Some few of them in the process of being impregnated by these vile parasites. A few being forced to kneel before some kind of shaman, who pours a glowing green liquid into mouths that have been force open."Savages," you spit the word out like a curse.Your hammer crushes the skull of one of these creatures without thinking, the first one to charge up the stairway with its club in hand. Your axe cleaves the head from the second bravest goblin's shoulders, sending it tumbling into the abyss. As much as you know that this must not register on an emotional level, your mind races with the thought of crushing them all with the tools of civilization, and your eyes cannot help but see red. Especially when the shaman's gaze goes towards the open door and it has the sheer audacity to lick its lips.None of these pests will leave this place alive. However, you do need to quickly think on your priorities.>What part of "cleave and smite until it is done" do you not understand? CLEAVE AND SMITE.>Prioritize the safety of the victims, the ones who haven't been butchered at least.>Be calm, be cautious, and let the pests come to you to die.>You're going to save everyone in front of you. Nothing else matters right now.>You're from Mare Serenitatis and you say KILL EM ALL! (Even if some of the victims end up dead)>(Write In)
>>6372143>>You're from Mare Serenitatis and you say KILL EM ALL! (Even if some of the victims end up dead)
>>6372143>What part of "cleave and smite until it is done" do you not understand? CLEAVE AND SMITE.
>>6372143You're from Mare Serenitatis and you say KILL EM ALL! (Even if some of the victims end up dead)Any survivors may be better off dead, but assessing that is only going to give more time for the goblins to make it worse so straight to work.
>>6372143>>What part of "cleave and smite until it is done" do you not understand? CLEAVE AND SMITE.
>>6371682>No yeah the opening premise is almost identical lol— MC discovers how to transfer their soul into other bodies, is killed for other reasons, and is forced to reincarnate into a prepared backup body with blonde hair and golden eyes in the remote and desolate location of one of their hidden workshops. Basically beat for beat lolThat is one hell of a coincidence. I just wanted to write a mildly horny quest starring a hot elf that conquers worlds, and since the other hornier one got deleted by the mods, I went for this one. The only reason for the gender bend is because I can't write feminine women for shit, so it might as well just be a guy who's chill with having tits, and the gold hair and eyes is because Serie is best elf.>>6371707>As opposed to improper flaunting? I'm sure being unused to a female clothing can lead to accidents such as nip slips occuringLook my other recent attempt at a quest got deleted by the mods, so this is only going to be mildly horny and I'm going to avoid going into too much detail.>>6371932>May our bearded ancestors forgive us for coming back as an elf.Elves and Dwarves don't really hate eachother in this setting. If there's a "standard fantasy race" that occupies people's ire, it's the gnomes. Most of them are so bad that the good gnomes broke off, formed their own coalition, and renamed themselves to the Halflings while trying to distance themselves from their kin as much as possible.>>6372172>Any survivors may be better off dead, but assessing that is only going to give more time for the goblins to make it worse so straight to work.Standard operating procedure would note everyone who isn't brainwashed enough to call the goblins their masters should be sent to a convent for at least a few months, to help purify their bodies. You haven't seen anyone do that yet, but that doesn't mean that no one is that far gone.
>>6372143>You're from Mare Serenitatis and you say KILL EM ALL! (Even if some of the victims end up dead)
>>6372143>Prioritize the safety of the victims, the ones who haven't been butchered at least.
This quest is just an excuse for OP to post his waifu but I can’t prove it.
I'm from Mare Serenitatis and I say KILL 'EM ALL!Another goblin charges up the stairs with a crude parody of a spear in its hands. Your axe meets its neck, your hammer shatters the filth-smeared rusted spearhead, but you hardly notice that it's there. Your actions are automatic, reflexes honed from decades of practice and tutelage from the man who could never properly acknowledge you as his son. Every graceful move you make without a second thought, he would call it sloppy - for as much as your heart is in each blow, your mind is far, far away.It is back on Luna-Over-Cradle, in the Elfgrove that covered the Mare Serenitatis. Back with your mother, and your first lover... whom you now resemble more than you would like to admit. Back in the moonforge tangled beneath the roots of the Goeden Sêr, whose leaves shone with the effervescent light of the stars above. Back at the shores of Lake Syndod whose still waters mirrored the thousand and one dancing colors of the lifewards that bound the climates of Cradle to the surface of its moon.Back in the fires of Boss Gal'Drak's landing and forests that burned when the Void Labyrinth crashed into your home.Back among your fellow conscripts ready to die to take back the Mare Serenitatis from the orcs and goblins.Back at the edge of the First Pit, the Void Labyrinth's Maw, where you got a front row seat to witness the wretched and vile depravity of an unchecked goblin infestation.You learned to hate that day. Oh, all of the races born from Cradle detested the goblins from the moment the first labyrinth opened and a horde of goblinoids spilled out from it. Your father's people - the dwarves - loathed them for their disrespect towards the tools of civilization, how they only ever strove to break things and never build them. Your mother's people - the elves - despised them for their mockery of sapience, their inability to dream up any art or song that was not a hideous perversion.Your hatred for the goblin runs deeper than that. They raped your mother and ate your lover, and did the same to countless others whose only crime was being in the way of their rapine storm of debauchery and destruction. You got the distinct pleasure to witness them at their worst, at the heights of depravity and cruelty that they can achieve only when led by a Goblin King. You were there, three thousand years ago, carving your way through the blackest pit that scarred Mare Serenitatis with your brothers in arms.Your hammer crushes another skull as you move down the stairs, butchering your way through the mass of goblin flesh.Your mind is made up, as if there was any other choice. You're going to crush each and every one of these vile and putrescent pests that have crawled their way out of the Labyrinth-Space, until nothing remains but their blood and bones. It will be just like the Battle of the Pit.
>>6372761A human woman, madness and lust in her eyes, rushes your back with a filth covered dagger and some inane pledge of love and loyalty for the vermin you are here to slaughter on her lips. Your axe lops away her arm, and your hammer crashes into her rips like a comet, crushing her lungs and heart and throwing her back twenty meters.Just like the Battle of the Pit.Once your thoughts return to the present, your rage and hate are not mindless things. No, they are a finely honed blade, a scalpel that lets you excise any feelings of mercy and compassion in your heart and proceed with the cold butchery that must be done. Weaker men would see the fear in the goblins' eyes and allow it to unman them, for they too have known fear and having good in their hearts they would not want to inflict it upon creatures who feel so helpless against the tools of civilization. It would blind them to the truth that sits right in front of them, the weight of the goblins' crimes.The cold of your contempt freezes your empathy in its tracks and allows you to save it for people who deserve it. Mercy belongs to the repentant sinner, for they shall go and sin no more and strive to live a good life in the Light of the LORD. That gift is wasted upon vile creatures like the goblin, who only seeks mercy as a brief reprieve from the justice it so richly deserves, and returns right back to its evil nature the moment wrothful men turn their backs upon it. You intend to kill them all and let the LORD decide if any are worthy of a second chance. And if any more of their victims decide to get in the way of your work, you will show them that same mercy.Hammer and axe dance through the pit the goblins carved from the basement of your lighthouse, bringing the wrath of civilization to the unwashed cretinous savages that thought to make their nest upon your land. Your heart hammers in your ears like a beating drum, your arms begin to burn with the weight of your weapons, but your grip and your stance do not falter. Every swing is swift and heavy, shattering their shit-dipped spears and cleaving heads from shoulders in a single swing. The bodies pile up at your bare feet. Some few foolish women join their goblin masters among the corpses, drunk off aphrodisiac and makeshift love potions into a slavish stupor that led them to protect their oppressors. Five becomes a dozen, a dozen become two or three or five after the LORD only knows how much time has passed. And then all that remains is their leader, their shaman chief, the one who brewed the potions that ruined the mind of all those women.He tries to throw a vial at your head, but it's a weak throw, easy to dodge with just a tilt of your next.
>>6372762He spills the cauldron of potion as you stalk towards his perch with malicious intent. The green sludge covers one of the women and turns her into a panting, moaning wreck who cannot keep her fingers from her most delicate places. Whatever that foul brew must be, it doesn't penetrate the barrier about your feet, left by the silver bangles you slipt on this morning. In a last ditch effort, he braces his staff and tries to wield it like a cudgel. Unfortunately for him, you shatter it with a flex of your forearm. And then...>You choke the life out of him.>You cleave his head from his shoulders.>You give his victims some of the broken spears and tell them that he's all theirs.>(Write In)There are just under a dozen survivors remaining after this butchery. How will you deal with these women?>Bring them out to the beach where it's sunny and warm, and signal for a passing ship.>Bring them to your cottage, where you can find enough places for them to sleep... probably. Hopefully.>Clean out this pit and set up a proper camp inside of it, where they'll be able to stay while you contact the local lord.>See if you can dig up a boat from somewhere to take them back to the mainland. You swear you had one...>(Write In)
>>6372764>You cleave his head from his shoulders.We must not make any mistakes by being inefficient or indecisive, we have to end this immediately.>Bring them out to the beach where it's sunny and warm, and signal for a passing ship.This is a place of horrors and the open air of the beach is probably better for them than crammed in our home where they may just cause us trouble anyway.
>>6372764>You cleave his head from his shoulders.>Bring them out to the beach where it's sunny and warm, and signal for a passing ship.Letting goblin stock inside our nice clean home...lmao!
>>6372764>You give his victims some of the broken spears and tell them that he's all theirs.
>>6372764>You cleave his head from his shoulders.>Bring them to your cottage, where you can find enough places for them to sleep... probably. Hopefully.
>>6372764>You cleave his head from his shoulders.keep it simple. >Bring them out to the beach where it's sunny and warm, and signal for a passing ship.Its our vacation island. we ain't gonna share. Besides, they were uninvited!
>>6372764>You choke the life out of him.>Bring them out to the beach where it's sunny and warm, and signal for a passing ship.
