One advantage of being inside a cat that took more drugs then the average human could possibly handle is that it makes you think.
Why did you agree to follow some random asshole with some chosen benefits. You've had better things to do...
Put ordered you. Damn it, how are you going to do anything of note with him hounding you on the chosen quest BS.
Ye don't need to be havin' a worry. Sumetin' jus' came up.And that something would be me....WHAT. I was thinking to myself and instantly I ended up in this conversation? I didn't even get a warning, or some fore-shadowing or anything. This is sloppy story writing dammit!Shut up and lemme retcon. Kind of. Anyway, I'm the reason there's a quest in the first place. My anvil, the chosen one, your involvement... All that, my doing. Whaddaya mean "your" anvil?Oh shush, I'm Armok, if it wasn't clear by now. I created this world and keep it interesting by making this stuff. If it bores me enough I make another world on my anvil and drop the first anvil somewhere in the world so civilisation can grow. But here, I realized something.
Adventures like Seum's conundrum are a dime a dozen, but how often do I get to watch the growth of a new empire? So, tell you what. Leave him.
Kill Seum, if you want to. I just removed his only reason to exist anyhow, and he's been mind-controlling you with sorcerer magic stuff.You sputter in surprise and indignation before growling in anger and forcibly going into the real world.
So he's a sorcerer. That explains why just kind of agreed on killing the troll, and jumped out of the window a while ago....
Son of a whore.
Your claws come out of your fingers (and toes). Your host may be a mangy house-cat, but the claws seem good enough.
You climb the hospital your damn self, basically working on the sheer power of your anger (and shoddy building work +claws) to keep yourself going. You arrive at the window, and nab the guard standing nearby by his collar and pull him off. His screams please you on a deep level that you've kind of missed.
Seum is already up, holding his rapier. You storm towards him, jump, and...
manage to get yourself speared on his rapier. you force yourself closer, and scratch at his head.(roll=8) the claws still go deep, causing him to flinch.
You reform behind him, and run him through with your own claws.(roll=20+5 surprise bonus+1 disarmed=
26 )You make sure your grin is the last thing he ever sees before he coughs up a piece of lung and croaks.
You dump his body out of the window, and make your gassy escape towards your undead horse before the guards get here.
That was fucking fun. Make a straight run back towards your city?
Name:?
HP: 20/25
Fatigue:3/30
Status: Solid form
Currently using: steel-reinforced leather armor, steel bracers
Ways of doing damage: Poison Claws. Fangs. missile
Evil: 17,5/25
Bases: Underground complex inside city, tower, large temple.
Cult members: 68
Underlings :Goblin tribe. Basic workers(around 30? of them
Inventory: Artifact amulet, Sweeter protective clothing, 405 gold pieces, two firebombs
Party: Seum and you
Inventory: 567 gold pieces, basic weaponry, rapier,antique dragon-sword.
Way of travel: Portal to Seum or priestess, Undead horses.
Spells
Illusion
Vessel empowerment.
Rot missile
Passive abilities
Empowering presence
Necrotic air
Cult supplies
Weapons and armor, Hammer of the Avatar. Basic food supplies, 2900 coins. A werewolf, magical loot Seven dwarves.
Poisonous animals.
Trading:
Rotten fruits, Deathrot , goblin weaponry on occasions, cheap man-power
And that marks the end of this specific bit of terrible writing, tune in next time I stop being lazy for more of horrible writing!