[3 / an / cgl / diy / gd / i / n / out / p / po / qst / s4s / t / trv / vip / vm / vmg / w / wg / wsr / ] [Settings]
Board
Settings Home
/qst/ - Mitsuba Archive


File: Manticore.png (651 KB, 616x452)
651 KB
651 KB .png
Civilisation battles constantly against chaos. Darkness looms in the cracks in ancient cities, monstrous things arise in ancient ruins, villagers weep with fear in their shit-stained hovels, and evrywhere adventurers and local lords are hard pressed to keep things going just one day longer. Truly, these are dark days for the free peoples.

Fortunately for you, they're going wonderfully for the monsters of the world.

>What are you?
>A manticore, a lion with the face of a man and the tail of a scorpion. The world and all its creatures are beneath you - you long most of all for gemstones, and for human flesh. Malevolent, sadistic, and eminently hateful.
>An ogre, huge and horrible, with a love for gorging yourself and an even greater love for gold and luxury. Human barbarians tread the crowns of kings beneath their feet, you chew the bones of princes upon their thrones - or at least, you'd bloody well like to.
>A bugbear warrior. Orcs, goblins, even hobgoblins, have made peace with civilisation, or at least started to. They raid villages, sure, but just for the money. You are a bugbear, monstrous, cunning and with a love for the taste of fear. The dark gods of chaos sing to you - which is to say, you're a right evil bastard.
>An ophidian snake-man - It is sometimes said that humans are where the falling angel meets the rising ape. When the two met, your kin were already sat in your palaces, spitting in disgust. Your people mastered the earth and sky with foul magic and technology, though their dominions have long since been thrown down. You were born to rule, to scheme and plot, and to put the upright apes back in their place.
>Greatest of all monsters, a dragon. The world is in disorder, and deep in the mountains you are awaking. They think it's bad now, they are ill prepared for the rain of fire and death that awaits them.
>Write in?
>>
>>5239685
>An ogre, huge and horrible, with a love for gorging yourself and an even greater love for gold and luxury. Human barbarians tread the crowns of kings beneath their feet, you chew the bones of princes upon their thrones - or at least, you'd bloody well like to.
>>
>>5239685
>An ogre, huge and horrible, with a love for gorging yourself and an even greater love for gold and luxury. Human barbarians tread the crowns of kings beneath their feet, you chew the bones of princes upon their thrones - or at least, you'd bloody well like to.


EAT BIG
GET BIG
>>
>>5239685
>>An ogre, huge and horrible, with a love for gorging yourself and an even greater love for gold and luxury. Human barbarians tread the crowns of kings beneath their feet, you chew the bones of princes upon their thrones - or at least, you'd bloody well like to.
>>
>>5239687
>>5239689
>>5239690

You've woken up in a truly foul mood. Haven't had a decent meal in months, bloody kobolds nicked some of your gold a few weeks ago, and the locals have stopped paying you for the privilege of not getting eaten. You heft your great bulk up from the pile of skins you sleep in, and give yourself a once over.

You're a good size, as your mam used to tell you - tall as a cave bear and thrice the weight. Your pallid skin is thick, and a solid layer of blubber acts to complete your natural armour. Your teeth are good, sharp and quite clean - ogres of good standing pick their teeth clean after every meal to keep them in good nick for the next. Still - your cloak of bear fur has rotted to tatters, and your hoard is pitiful at best. The small cave you've been hibernating in for the last few months is bare, filthy and cold.

A foul mood indeed. You take a moment to swear and stamp your foot, feeling the stone shake around you, before considering what to do.

>Bloody kobolds, sneak-thieves. Must be around here somewhere. Tricksy little buggers, but they tend to pile up plenty of gold, and they're practically bite-size.
>Goblins evidently need to be taught a lesson - they don't pay, they get ate. Simple as.
>Screw this place for a pack of troll-guts. It's spring now, you can head back out into the world. See if there's any villages nearby.
>>
>>5239694
>Goblins evidently need to be taught a lesson - they don't pay, they get ate. Simple as.
>>
>>5239694
>Bloody kobolds, sneak-thieves. Must be around here somewhere. Tricksy little buggers, but they tend to pile up plenty of gold, and they're practically bite-size.

Bully the kobolds
>>
>>5239694
>Goblins evidently need to be taught a lesson - they don't pay, they get ate. Simple as.
>>
>>5239694
>>Goblins evidently need to be taught a lesson - they don't pay, they get ate. Simple as.
>>
>>5239701
>>5239695

Damn goblins - runty little gits know damn well they're only alive because you can't be arsed to chase them around their little cave. You grab your masher - a great heavy tree-trunk just the size to turn a goblin to a fine pathe, and trudge out of the cave. The scrubland is empty and quiet - especially once all the birds spot you and fly off in the opposite direction.

The walk to the goblin village isn't long - you head down from the hillside where your cave is and over a small stream, and there you are - their squat little huts sit in a closed off crag - a ravine you can only enter from one end. A few vultures swirl overhead - good omens. The sun beats down hot, and the red stone of the crag is marked by the shapes of goblin hands in black paint.

They've put up a stockade, a little wall with a sturdy door, to block off the entrance to their ravine. Ungrateful little gits. As you trudge closer its apparent that they've spotted you - you see beady eyes and arrow-points through slits in the wall.

After a little while of tense silence, as you grimace in disgust down at them, a weasely voice pipes up from behind the door.

"Whatcha want, fat-arse?"

You grunt - they might be trying to insult you, but if another ogre had called you that you'd've taken it as a compliment. Stupid little stunted goblins, thinking it better to be little and hungry than huge, fat and strong.

>What do you do?
>Put the frighteners on the little gits - scare'em. Be loud, swing your club and maybe heft a boulder as if you were going to throw it. They might be aiming their little bows but they're cowards, they'll never fire.
>Ehh - they might've picked up some backbone. Best break it. Put your full weight into a run at their stockade, see if it's strong enough to hold off the weight of a grown ogre. See how arrogant they are without a wall to hide behind.
>No-one insults you. Kill the little squirming gits - let them fire their toothpicks at you, see what happens.
>Not worth the trouble - swear at them and bugger off someplace else, it's too hot for this shit.
>>
>>5239710
>Ehh - they might've picked up some backbone. Best break it. Put your full weight into a run at their stockade, see if it's strong enough to hold off the weight of a grown ogre. See how arrogant they are without a wall to hide behind.
>>
>>5239710
>Ehh - they might've picked up some backbone. Best break it. Put your full weight into a run at their stockade, see if it's strong enough to hold off the weight of a grown ogre. See how arrogant they are without a wall to hide behind.
>>
>>5239710
>>Ehh - they might've picked up some backbone. Best break it. Put your full weight into a run at their stockade, see if it's strong enough to hold off the weight of a grown ogre. See how arrogant they are without a wall to hide behind.
>>
>>5239710
>Ehh - they might've picked up some backbone. Best break it. Put your full weight into a run at their stockade, see if it's strong enough to hold off the weight of a grown ogre. See how arrogant they are without a wall to hide behind.
>>
>Ehh - they might've picked up some backbone. Best break it. Put your full weight into a run at their stockade, see if it's strong enough to hold off the weight of a grown ogre. See how arrogant they are without a wall to hide behind.
>>
>>5239771
>>5239720
>>5239718
>>5239714
>>5239712

You size up the wall for a moment - ignoring the voice of a goblin saying something about you going away. You plant your feet, spread out your arms and roll your shoulders and barrel forwards into the little wall. There's the sound of a few goblins screeching at you or running back into their little hovels. To their credit it's a sturdy little wall - brickwork, mortar, rubble and chunks of loose stone.

Still, it is a little wall, made by goblins, not some dwarf's fort to hold up against the strength of giant-kin. You put your head down and press the full weight of your arms and shoulders against the door-frame in its middle, and heave. A goblin arrow thuds against the gnarled skin of your thigh and you swear with annoyance. Masonry begins to crumble, bricks begin to crack.

You lurch forth at last, and the wall breaks before you, so that you're surging through an increasingly mashed up pile of rubble rather than a building. The goblins have seen the writing on the wall and pissed off, and you take out your frustrations on the rest of the structure. You hurl chunks of rock at the ravine walls, shatter the door to splinters, and reduce this little fortification to dust and rubble before sitting yourself down and taking a breath. The goblins peer at you from their hovels, and seem to wait for what you'll do next, some of them swearing at you and telling you to piss off.

>What do you do?
>Demand payment or else you'll turn their houses to matchsticks too.
>You want food, not gold. Demand they give up their fattest for you to eat, or that they bring you something better for dinner.
>Little gits shot at you - didn't break the skin but it's an insult, and one you'll not put up with. Another ogre hears you put up with this from little goblins and you'll not hear the end of it. Kill'em all, chew on their bones and bring their money home.
>Write in?
>>
>>5239964
>Make them attack the Kobolds and grab one of the fatter goblins for a meal while you watch. Dinner and a show.
>>
>>5239964
>You want food, not gold. Demand they give up their fattest for you to eat, or that they bring you something better for dinner.
>>
>>5239964
>>You want food, not gold. Demand they give up their fattest for you to eat, or that they bring you something better for dinner.
>>5239969
not bad idea either
>>
>>5239964
>You want food, not gold. Demand they give up their fattest for you to eat, or that they bring you something better for dinner.
>>
>>5239964
Tell em you run this joint.
>>
>>5240165
>>5240057
>>5239986

Your great belly grumbles with hunger. Gold is well and good, but you need food - meat! Something to get your teeth around. The goblins look scrawny - bony and underfed. While you're sure they'd be satisfyingly chewy, they'd make a poor meal.

You head towards the largest of their huts. The roof is made of packed straw thatch - you don't even bother to tear it apart, simply reaching a great hand through and groping around inside for a goblin. You drag one, screaming and kicking, out through the thatch, and hold him up to eye level to get a look at him.

"please don't kill Thagsnit, Thagsnit's scrawny and not worth eating, O mighty one - please!"

This one's a good flatterer - that's nice.

"Get me food, you shit-eating goblin runt, or I'll be spitting out your bones for the week. You got until nightfall, or I start eatin ye."

You drop Thagsnit, and he skitters away. You imagine the goblins might well run for it, but their women and wealth are packed up in these buildings, and you doubt even stunties are stupid enough to try to cart them away under your nose.

You feast on their larder for a starter - crunching down salt-meat and a keg of bad, vinegary wine. The village is awash with activity, as goblins set out to hunt, barter and do whatever they can to get you a lunch better than themselves.

An hour before nightfall you're getting bored of throwing goblins up in the air and hearing them beg to be caught before they go splat, when Thagsnit creeps on his hands and knees up to you, begging and pleading.

"O shockingly obese and terrifyingly famished one, me and the lads've scrounged what we can but there... uhh... ain't much"

You grunt and he jumps out of his skin, shaking as he continues to speak.

"We do know where there is some, though! There's a village, down the valley - we couldn't get in on our own, but with you it'd be easy. Of course, all the food'll go to you, and we'd only want a little of the gold, not more than half of it - what'd'ya reckon?"

>Sneaky little buggers trying to get you killed by some humans so they can make out with the money and the food. Eat them, take their loot and go home for the night.
>Hmm - sounds like an idea. Goblins catch arrows well, and they can be vicious little stabbers with the right encouragement. A village of good, fat humans would do well. They might have pigs. Maybe even horses. Deal.
>They'll help, and they can have the scraps you leave and no more - "not more than half" the gold - they're lucky to be alive.
>>
>>5240531
>Hmm - sounds like an idea. Goblins catch arrows well, and they can be vicious little stabbers with the right encouragement. A village of good, fat humans would do well. They might have pigs. Maybe even horses. Deal.
>>
>>5240531
>They'll help, but they can have scraps and pocket change
>>
>>5240531
>Sneaky little buggers trying to get you killed by some humans so they can make out with the money and the food. Eat them, take their loot and go home for the night.

We can try and check the village on our own. And for that, we need to be well-fed.
>>
>>5240531
>>Hmm - sounds like an idea. Goblins catch arrows well, and they can be vicious little stabbers with the right encouragement. A village of good, fat humans would do well. They might have pigs. Maybe even horses. Deal.
Easier to keep them in line, catching arrows for us, when they know they get something out of it.
>>
>>5240531
>They'll help, and they can have the scraps you leave and no more - "not more than half" the gold - they're lucky to be alive.
>>
>>5240531
>>Hmm - sounds like an idea. Goblins catch arrows well, and they can be vicious little stabbers with the right encouragement. A village of good, fat humans would do well. They might have pigs. Maybe even horses. Deal.
>>
>>5240531
>They'll help, and they can have the scraps you leave and no more - "not more than half" the gold - they're lucky to be alive.
>>
>>5240531
>>Hmm - sounds like an idea. Goblins catch arrows well, and they can be vicious little stabbers with the right encouragement. A village of good, fat humans would do well. They might have pigs. Maybe even horses. Deal.
Time to become Goblin-ogre chief! I would like us to emphasise they will be working for us, and if this pans out, they can continue doing so.