"What’s going on here!? Called out the royal guard…“By the God-Idol…what a waste…” “Yep! No sense letting the riff raff have it!” the second guard pull out their limited edition Hatsugoth Mik’u tanning knife and with practiced deftness, skinned the Mensche. “Hey! These are pretty bitching gloves!” “Indeed, they will make a fine offering to her highness”. The guards leave the corpse to rats and orphans.
While wallowing in knee deep, semi solid bodily waste, you find a 1 sets of small teeth!
The hell is this bullshit?
… I’ll play, but only if I can be a 12 yr. old Priestess of Hentaimon. :tup:
Screamed the n’Groo lolu at her younger counter part. The small girl began to well up and cry at the disappointment and rage evident in head sister’s face.
As head sister, chief executrix and senior lawyer of the new lower east side, 5th chapel of the God Idol, it is your job to ensure all renovations are complete before the inaugural visit and anointment of the the Eldritch Idol herself. The underskirt breeze and automated ab dripping tray systems are almost complete, but the fresco, depicting the World Idol raping the Void and giving birth to all creation is both woefully behind schedule and blasphemously tame. It appears as thought the artist you selected is under-performing.
What will you do?
Trull and Lolu are different races. IMMERSION BROKEN
but let me get back to the quest and not nerd rage about that very small nitpick and ruin everybodys funzo, maybe that means I got 2 x the abilities with that half race made out of cross species forbidden by law, love? I really don’t know, kinda newb at this. Abdominals, so a not fat trull? Cool.
So
Zun got dat MTH+150
Trull got 10+SPD not SPM like the Hawaiian Akuma ppls. Zimmern-man, Andrew called it the worst food that he would not want to finish a “musubi,” yet he’s a guy who doesn’t mind eating bugs and that one Zun stinky fruit: D++urien, Fierce button color.
Rocks fall, you die.
You have been reborn/demoted to n’Groo man for your impertinence.
You could have had it all, but you chose to question my design.
-God
P.S, I command you to slay 30 unborn children as pennance.
tee-hee
P.S.S
You are also still too afraid to go to the fountain for another day.
God damn, Kromo. 
Your mythos is actually pretty good. :tup:
Godot slowly came into consciousness. As he lifted himself out of the fountain, he looked at the reflection in the blue, semen-filled water. Peering at the reflection, a pink blur caught Godot’s attention. As the water began to calm, Godot saw nothing more than pink tentacles. And lots of them. As this revelation took place in his mind, Godot had a disturbing thought: the pink blob he was staring at was… him.
It seems he thought, that Hatsugoth Mik’u has not assigned me a race or gender yet.
His form had no set volume or mass. With effort, it seemed that Godot could shift into anything he wanted. Yet he had awoken as a tentacle monster. Why was that? Was it, perhaps, fate? Only the goddess knew.
As those deep philosophical thoughts crossed his mind, a group of three Lolu skuulgirls begin to walk towards Godot. Unfortunately, the royal guard are only a few meters away, investigating a body. He tries to keep his sexual urges to himself.
Cast: Lvl 1 Spell of Resistance on self.
Flattery gets you nowhere as billions give praise to the World Idol every day.
Your fresco still remains dull and uninspired.
The spell is ineffective!
A miracle has occurred! A deep rumbling is felt in your loins as what feels like a molten bag of cheese tosses and turns. It pushes against you smooth, featureless crotch area and bursts free! Slowly, as the hot, pink flesh comes into contact with the air, it hisses and steams, hardening and turns black. A futa is born! Sharp pain begins to dot the shaft as 7 pearl like crystals emerge. They shine momentarily with divine light then turn dark again.
You have been blessed with Hokuto no Chinken
Now go forth and restore the light of heaven! Mighty Zun warrior!
I stare up into the cool night sky, glaring at the loli-bats of Deneral. They seem to notice my presence, and eagerly rush to nibble on my well-kept ears. I lazily swat them away without even looking. They gather around me, admiring my unquestionable greatness.
“Leave me be, you inferior creatures.” I quietly mumble to myself.
I then dismiss the loli-bats with a fiery hand gesture and proceed to the Hatsugoth Mik’u statue in the center of Deneral. The statue itself is well crafted, and it’s almost entirely made out of solidified little girl tears. However, I am not particularly happy with Hatsugoth Mik’u. A long-time Trull assassin that I kept employed named WTF-AKUMA-FAP had recently been punished and reincarnated as a n’Groo. Even though Trulls are stinky, repulsive, awful, fat, bog people; they are apparently quite stealthy and make for good assassins. WTF-AKUMA-FAP was no exception.
As a theist Mensche who solely commits himself to the higher-power of fruit loops I am not one to commit myself to a loli-god. However, I needed my trusted Trull assassin back and the higher power known as Hatsugoth Mik’u was the only one who would be able to properly change him back. I do not want to beg Hatsugoth Mik’u for him back, as I fear that it will permanently stain my pride.
Needless to say, I am conflicted.
Of course! I will harness the power of raw MATHS to form an escape plan!
The conflict does not last long. As you sigh and release your thoughts into the air, the eyes of the the statue of Hatsugoth Mik’u glow red, and a harsh metallic voice booms:
"THOUGHT CRIME DETECTED, THOUGHT CRIME DETECTED"
Tears of stone begin to flow from the eyes, they roll down her well sculpted body and begin to puddle at her adorable winged idol boots.
"PERSECUTE THE DISSOLUTE"
The puddles rise up and take shape. 3, smaller stone statues have appeared! They resemble statues of Valkyries, although, the material they are entirely made out of is constantly shifting, like a molten marble. They are wearing headsets and ribbons, and dancing heels. In one hand is a shield, bearing the twin tailed insignia of the God-Idol, the in the other is a power gauntlet a large, phallic stone lance rests atop it.
"SUBJUGATE THE PROFLIGATES"
The lances begin to rapidly piston with a loud “fwap fwap fwap fwap” noise. Small droplets of liquid are sent flying. The statues begin to approach you.
What will you do?
You tap the lock gently in several places, you record various resonances. Using graph paper and an abbacus you always carry around, you calculate where the weak point of the locking mechanism is. You produce a small needle, normally used for sewing cheap sneakers and manipulate the tumblers.
Success! You have unlocked the shackles!
The maid hugs you tightly
"Oh you…you…YOU HERETIC!!!"
You have sprung a maid trap!
All 3 dozen maids fall from the post and get up and start screaming at you! They are now hysterical!
"The punishment of the God-Idol is ALWAYS FAIR, ALWAYS JUST"
You are have been wrestled to the ground by the maid hugging you! She is now stradling you! You are at a combat disadvantage!
*A crazed look has entered her eye! A menacing tent is forming under her skirt! *
What will you do?
Man this shit is golden lol.
Says the small Zun girl, with apt attention to detail.
Indeed, it is mid day, and the citizens of Essarcania have gathered in the streets to attend one of the daily performances of the God-Idol. Perched high upon the mobile platform, the Akeebastar, the performances enthralls and delights the unwashed masses. The stage is made out of solid gold and marble. It is ornately decorated with gems and precious metals. It is not on rollers or wheels, but is simply dragged by 108 incredibly powerful lolus. They are naked except for their reins and bridles. They are covered in sweat and are walls of muscle. Their thighs, thick like tree trunks clap like thunder as they pull in harmony, dragging the massive stage smoothly and quickly.
You have noticed a younger looking one has whinnied and relieved itself, leaving behind a massive, golden pile. You briefly wonder how so much poop could come out of such a small girl, but your words have alerted others, and it quickly spreads through the crowd. You sense someone else is going to make a break for it, but you are closer. If you dash right now you can dive into it before them.
Will you attempt to secure the pile for yourself?
Of course, grab that shit, activate hysteria and run for it whilst the crowd is scared.
Buncha Broken Hope Solos, standing butt naked on a lawn watering with a hose, I didn’t really get that one, is she a fountain, but she’s not even painted stone white, and also not aiming that stream
Where’s the
Player x Player
Player + Player on the same quest
Players sold to another game team by the GM for insubordinance (fighting GM) and also cash.
New questline: NPC’s told me to look for the parents of that Trull x Lolu. Forbidden sex between races created such a monster. I’ll have to search out these race traitors and cross breeders. So they probably have that super weapon. Hidden somewhere in their house as a christmas present to their little naked bastard monster child.
Gary Gygax turning in his grave at this gay shit having the nerve to use D&D in the title.
Hysteria is ineffective due to the presence of the the World Idol! The crowd is already in a state of delirium!
You burst forth from from the crowd, and like the breaking of a levee, the crowd rushes the stage. Chaos ensures. The royal guard, well versed in crowd control take delight in beating back the frothing masses.
You dive face first into the steaming pile, you feel hands and feet around you. You frantically stuff your pockets with the hot waste
The people pushing you have pushed you out of the way before you are crushed by the stage, many are not as lucky.
You have received 2500 gold!
The Goddess smiles upon you! You have received a minor blessing!
You decide to search for clues by searching the gravepit district of Essarcania, hoping to find the crushed remains of the Trollu. While digging for the corpses, trying to find the the body, you hear a strange grunting noise. You see trull futa @Angelpalm turning bodies over, muttering something about gay sex and titles. It appears they know something!
You have the combat advantage!
What will you do?