Tomboy Island

“Alex…” Amethyst groaned.

“I know,” Alex answered. He was already steering the party towards the treeline. The slime woman suffered the most from the increasing temperatures. He could practically see the steam of evaporation come off her, where the merciless rays of the daystar hit her.

Once they were in the shade of the trees, they took a collective breather. “We should look for water,” Jane stated.

“I know,” Alex answered again and the redhead lowered her head in apology. “I’m not offended. A bit of an obvious comment, but better safe than sorry when it comes to these things.” He pushed off the ground and got back up. “We’ll dig if we have to, but let’s see if we can’t find a natural source first.”

The chances weren’t terrible. The jungle was an up and down of roots and there often was a toppled tree whose ripped out roots created a hole deep enough to cut into the water table. They had come across ponds and small rivers many times on the first island. There was no reason to believe this one would be different.

It only took some time for their faith to be rewarded, although not quite in the shape Alex had expected. The ground turned hard. Young trees covered up the landscape enough that it took him some time to realize that they were in a creator, a huge one at that. Following the curve of the depression, they made it to its centre.

Like the smaller impact that they had found the previous day, there was a lake at the bottom. It was clear, certainly clear enough to drink based on visuals alone. Under other circumstances, they should have been worried about dysentery, but they had crossed that bridge many times over by now. Thirst moved them to take several gulps from the pond, before paying close attention to what had made it.

The rock, whether it was a meteorite or a splinter from a volcano eruption wasn’t quite clear, was the size of a school bus. It had crashed into a gargantuan tree that had, magically, survived that impact when all of the surroundings had been consumed. Now the stone was covered by fresh tree roots that wonder over the surface of the rock, often even growing into the many holes of the spongy stone.

One opening, covered by dense roots, struck Alex as big enough to climb into.

“Tess was right, you really do look at everything like it is another thing to explore,” Jane commented on the face he must have been making.

“I’ll tell you the same thing I told her: it has been working out for me so far,” Alex retorted.

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Choices -Voting closed - 8 voters

Dice: 2d100+24

Options: Individual. Threshold: 90.

17,67 + 24 = 41,91 (1 success!)

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Alex approached the opening. Swinging his sword at it would not work. It was above the water and the water there reached up to his shoulders. He wouldn’t get enough force behind the motion to make it worthwhile. Climbing up and ripping away at it was the only option.

It was water than he would have thought. His Titanic grip bunched up the wood. It tensed against his grip, refusing him entrance. It was a test, he sensed, and he passed it only after minutes of monotonous struggle. Like any workout, the time did not feel that long for him.

When he had finally made a gap big enough for himself, he climbed into the rock. There he found a small chamber, barely enough for him to stand, and at its centre, on top of a once-molten pillar, a sphere. He knew its make. It was the same kind of sphere that he had found in the clay. Then, it had awakened his first Bloodline and turned into a stone.

Interested in what would happen this time, Alex reached out and touched the sphere. Energy shot up his arms, filling his heart with an intense beat. His veins felt broader, his breathing freer. It was not the awakening of a new Bloodline, nothing so permanent, but it was a benefit to him regardless.

No more energy filled him when his hand remained on the sphere. There was still much inside of it, but nothing more that he could draw from right now. With nothing else to do, he made his way back out of the pond. “Interesting and worth it in a way, but nothing as absurd as I discovered yesterday,” he reported.

“Well, it’s still early in the day… plus Jane got her bow already,” Astrid remarked.

The redhead elf gave her armament’s string a playful strum. “I could do with more absurdities like this.”

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[Meteor Heart - Alex has 5 Temporary HP. What of this HP remains at the end of the day will disappear.

He can revisit this location up to three more times to gain the same buff. Does not stack with itself.]

Choices -Voting closed - 10 voters

Dice: 1d100

70 = 70

Decent…

Also, there is an Event here!

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They stayed by the lake for a little to make sure they were hydrated, then went northwest to explore more of this new jungle. As per usual, manoeuvring through the trees was an arduous affair. Even with a massive sword to clear dense branches, they had to constantly take detours, scout out paths, and generally move up and down the tree roots that dominated the landscape.

“HALT!” Alex shouted suddenly.

The haremettes followed the direction he was staring at, each of them quickly identifying what his excitement was about: there was a house.

Alex led the way. “Hello!?” he kept his voice raised, hoping he would be heard. “HELLO!?” he repeated, as he approached. He spared himself the third shout.

The house was a cobblestone structure. Enough of its plaster and walls remained to show the shape between the trees, but on closer inspections the lack of a roof was apparent. Any parts that were wood had long since rotted into splintered, wet remains of beams, pillars and such. Standing on top of a large tree root, Alex could look down into the building. Remnants of furniture, clay and wood, were apparent. None of it seemed particularly sophisticated, but who could say at this point?

“Not the first sign we had that there was a civilization here, but certainly the most overt one,” Alex said to his women after they had caught up. Very carefully, he made his way down.

Long reclaimed by nature, the outline of a garden was still faintly visible. Younger vegetation contrasted with the ancient trees around. A totem of some kind rose north-east of the house’s entrance.

Not touching anything he did not need to touch, Alex poked his head into the house. At first, he thought there would be nothing more of interest in it. Then, Jane spoke up. “Do you see that? Under that… bench? Shelf?”

“I see it!” Alex confirmed after a moment. Something stone-ish poked out from under the rotted wood. He took a couple of steps and pulled it out from the rubble.

It was a gauntlet, of some description. Stone plates, many of them cracked, had been glued to a cloth sleeve by no doubt supernatural means. As Alex held it, the item changed its shape to fit his dimensions, even if fibres and stones remained damaged.

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Choices -Voting closed - 16 voters

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Alex was willing to trust a lot of things, but that stopped when deliberate crafting was involved. A human had made this gauntlet and Alex knew enough about tools not to shove his hand into one without knowing its purpose. Therefore, he merely took it with him to find out that purpose another time.

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[Now, Event done, what else do you find here?]

-Voting closed - 13 voters

Dice: 2d100+26

Options: Individual. Threshold: 55.

66,15 + 26 = 92,41 (1 success!)

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“Do not put it on,” Alex told Astrid after handing the gauntlet over.

“Bro, I’m weird, not stupid,” she answered with a smirk.

Alex put his trust in that and walked over to Amethyst. More exactly, Amethyst happened to be where he was going next. The totem had his attention. Its design, between Mesoamerican and ancient Greek, reminded him of what he had found in that ice cave.

“Anything you know about this?” Alex asked and circled around the items.

“I feel a forgotten heat,” Amethyst answered.

“Heat..?” Alex put his hand out. Ever so faintly, he could sense it as well. The totem was radiating a warmth even stronger than this incredibly hot day. Carefully, he touched the surface of the wood. It was dry. A confusing thing. The totem was definitely rotted beneath the surface, yet the surface, exposed to humid air, was dry. Alex’s fingers came back black with soot.

This was definitely connected to that ice cave, but in what way? There had been one stick that had been frozen. If that was the esoteric representation of the cave itself, then this location, being east of it, would have fit for the burned stick. However, that one had been burned so thoroughly it had been like a smoked cigarette. This totem was warm, but it was not scorched.

“A broken connection point, maybe?” Alex theorized. “Was it some kind of magical heat distribution, maybe?”

No one was there to answer that question with certainty.

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Choices -Voting closed - 8 voters

Dice: 1d100

30 = 30

-Voting closed - 14 voters

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The exploration of the jungle continued.

They went north-west, staying under the canopies to escape the sweltering rays of the sun. Everything looked like it had a slight saturation filter on it from the general brightness of the day. Where the leaves above were the thickest, that was reduced to an acceptable level. Alex still would have preferred it if temperatures had collapsed by 5 to 10 degrees Celsius.

“We really ought to find a bottle of some kind,” Jane stated.

“There was one in the survival kit, but it’s filled with gasoline,” Alex reported. “Even after we empty it, it would take a lot of washing out to be usable as a drinking container.”

“Plus, do you want to run around with a bottle of water in your hand the entire day?” Astrid added, still holding onto the gauntlet while they climbed over all manners of roots. “It’s a bit of a bother, lemme tell you.”

“Belts and backpacks would be a worthwhile addition as well,” the redhead agreed swiftly. “Much as I loathe the idea to wear clothes in this climate.”

A sentiment Alex agreed with twice over. Not only was it so hot that even a shirt sounded like a burden, but he was also less and less enthused by the idea of clothes in general. A loincloth was the only item he even considered. Having his member dangling about during combat was distracting in multiple ways.

“If you are thirsty, may I suggest eating me out?” Amethyst swiftly became the target of amusedly raised eyebrows.

“I can already say that your fluids are basically the same as ours, so I don’t think that would be very quenching,” Jane stated.

“An accurate observation… but the offer still stands.” The slime smiled suggestively.

Jane raised a hand to signal an end to the conversation. The party fell silent. Alex scanned the area before them carefully. He only needed to step in front of Jane to find out what the reason for the silence was.

Between two dense bushes, a black-furred gorilla squatted. Its bulk had been hidden by the leaves, but the route it needed to take naturally put it in the field of view of the keen-eyed archer.

Alex naturally tensed up at the sight. Gorillas were real life monsters. Dense fur, fat and muscles, all built in a way that lend itself a lot more to pure body strength than the human body plan ever could. Homo sapiens had developed for versatility and intelligence. Gorillas had teeth that could remove a biceps in one bite. Also, they were rarely alone.

Luckily, this one was and it wasn’t particularly huge either.

The great ape stared at them with malicious, dark eyes. “Stay behind me,” Alex instructed. He knew that look by now. There was no negotiating with animals at most times, but the animals on this island did not even seem to have a flight instinct. Either Alex himself fled or he fought.

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-Voting closed - 8 voters

Choices -Voting closed - 8 voters

Dice: 3d100+24

Options: Sum. Threshold: 35.

87+20+100 + 24 = 231 (Success!)

…I forgot the Individual, but I'll let the Crit Stand. its a 124 Rolled.

Damage: 124-35 = 89. 89/25 (Rounded UP) = 4. 4 + 2 (Cataclysmic Greatsword) = 6. 6x2 (Critical) = 12.

It's Dead.

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The gorilla bellowed and came straight towards him and his women.

Alex’s instincts kicked in at that moment. There was fleeing from this, the animal wasn’t that fast, but could he take the risk of his women getting caught? Of course not!

Planting his feet firmly, Alex drew in a deep breath. Both his hands gripped the long handle of his Cataclysmic Greatsword. He did not think. Thinking was a distraction to the smooth motion of his raising arms. Adrenaline pumped through his system, a sensation of growing familiarity. There was only him and the moment. The only future that would exist was the one he would allow.

The gorilla leapt, the muscles of its arms bulking. Hands that could effortlessly rip apart a human opened up. Once they grabbed him, he would not escape unharmed, even if he was superhuman now.

All of the air was pushed from Alex’s lungs. His entire body strained. From his calves to his wrists, every fibre was dedicated to the downwards swing of the Cataclysmic Greatsword.

The stone edge of the Titanic instrument of destruction split the gorilla in two. It was not a clean split, far from it. A thick slab of heavy rock tore through the creature. The notes of cracking bone and rupturing organs filled the air, a short-lived song ending in the heavy impact of the weapon slamming into the ground. A trench was created that went past where the weapon impacted the ground - a half-metre long gap, as wide as the weapon, around it a nearly symmetrical spray of gore.

The two halves of the gorilla fell to the ground.

Alex retained his pose for three heartbeats. He blinked. “I did it again?” he muttered and pulled the sword back.

“Fuck,” Jane muttered.

“Me!” Astrid declared and threw herself at her man.

“If you have the virility to spare…” Amethyst added, winking seductively.

Jane cleared her throat, not quite as guided by her vagina as the other two. Maybe that was because she had got her pounding earlier already. “Giant crabs and giant rats I have no scale for but splitting a gorilla in half with one swing…” She took three steps forwards and gave the unappetizing corpse a distanced inspection.

Alex did the same. He had practically obliterated the skull and spinal column of the creature. Fur, fat and fibres were shredded. It was not a pretty sight and it reeked as well. If they did celebrate his newly shown feat of strength, they would have to move a bit.

‘Ah, who is talking about ifs?’ Alex thought to himself. “Follow,” he ordered. The trio did so readily. They only had to walk about ten metres and climb over a rock to find a little groove with moss that would do for the quickie the man of the island had in mind.

Grabbing Astrid, he pushed the blonde against the stone. Moaning, she pushed out her round ass. “Claim me, Ma-sssss- AHHH!” she did not even get to finish her invitation. Alex pushed into her cunt, splitting wet folds with his girthy member.

“Jane, you’re on lookout duty,” he grunted while he sank deeper and deeper into the Swedish Olympian. “This won’t take long.”

“As you say, Master,” Jane answered, between stoicism and swooning. A delightfully odd mixture of tones.

While the elven archer climbed onto the rock, using the elevated position, Alex pounded Astrid against it. His motions were rough, primitive, and far too fast for him to last long. From the first thrust, he felt his orgasm close. It was just one of those moments where the horniness required a quick vent.

It was true for both of them. Astrid moaned like a bitch in heat. Her pussy was so wet, trickles of her juices dripped down her thighs. Every swing of his hips, he met with her own. “Yes, yes, yes - Fuck, bro, right there!” the tomboy cried out

Alex gave her a smack to the rear. “Master!” he corrected her.

“Yes, Master!” Astrid agreed readily. “Ooooh, this is soooo gooooo—- YEEEEESSSSS!”

The animalistic scream bounced through the woods. Alex joined it with his own groans. Orgasmic tightness proved too much for him and he slammed into the blonde one more time before seed rushed up his shaft. Pumping her full was his right and her pleasure.

When their parallel climax began to ebb away, Alex was still hard. He remembered moments like this in the past. Before coming to this island, an attempt to go immediately again would almost always be met with failure. Right now, it was not just that he could go again - he needed to.

Amethyst had waited just a step away for exactly what happened next. In one fluid motion, Alex pulled out of Astrid, leaving her pussy agape and twitching, and picked up the slime woman. She was the equivalent of an adult female, even if made of liquid. That was a weight that barely registered to Alex. His hands found their rest under her kneepits. Her legs were spread wide, her arms around his neck, and he impaled her drooling cunt effortlessly.

Tongues met in heated combat, its victor determined from the outset. Cheeks clapped and breasts pressed against his chest. The woman made out of jiggle got everything she wanted, for being his sex slave was her purpose from the moment of sapience.

Alex lasted longer the second time around, but not much so. After just a couple of minutes of mindlessly making her bounce in front of him, he was ready to fill her up as well. He did so without hesitation, clearing his mind by draining his balls using the proper tool. Amethyst screamed in delight, climaxing for perhaps the second time when he came inside her.

When he was done, he put Amethyst down next to Astrid, who had settled down in the moss in the meantime. “Alright… 10-minute break,” Alex announced and plopped down himself. Jane was still keeping watch. “God… I really would love that water bottle right now.”

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[Alright, I might regret this but we're already off the rails and this is happening too frequently not to acknowledge it… so let's hand out a Perk.]

Choices -Voting closed - 15 voters

Dice: 2d10

5+10 = 15

15x2 = 30 Inheritance added. 67/100.

Choices -Voting closed - 8 voters

Dice: 1d100

74 = 74

That's pretty good.

Also - EVENT! With a 14 rolled, this one is pretty dull though.

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It was the late afternoon. That time of day was a lot longer on these tropical islands than Alex was used to. As a child of New England, the path of the sun in these parts was somewhat odd to him. It was bright for longer and got dark much faster when evening finally came. Just one of the many effects of being closer to the equator.

They went north-east, exploring more of the jungle. It was pretty eventless for over two hours. Just the usual navigation through and around the vegetation. Their new tools and agility helped them move faster. Additional attention paid to their surroundings slowed them down. On the previous island, they had been fairly certain that the most dangerous thing around were those slow starfish. Here, they could get ambushed by a gorilla, a giant rat, or massive crabs. Considerably more worrying foes.

Another one of which they soon encountered.

They heard it croak long before they saw it. Alex had thought frogs back in America could be loud, but this was on a whole other level. The call of the amphibian echoed through the jungle. Alex decided to follow it.

The frog they found was two metres from front to back. Its bulky centre was green at the top and light brown at the bottom. Legs and feet were the usual for its kind, the hindlegs equipped with the thick muscles frogs and toads used for their explosive leaps. If it hadn’t been so huge and loud, it could have been cute.

At first, Alex didn’t care much about confronting the thing - then he noticed what it was squatting next to. A bunch of fruits were hanging low on a tree. Just the usual ones that they had been eating since they first found them on the first island. A meal was a meal though and Alex was quite hungry at this point. As was the frog, extending its sticky tongue and pulling a fruit into its toothless maw. Pure muscle crushed down the meal.

Considering the size of the animal, it could eat all of those fruit in one go, leaving the group with nothing. If Alex had ready access to fire, he would have considered eating the frog itself. Until he managed to magic his way into that ability, slaying the frog and grabbing what was edible raw was the best way forward.

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Choices -Voting closed - 4 voters

-Voting closed - 4 voters

Dice: 3d100+24

Options: Individual. Threshold: 20.

34,28,57 + 24 = 58,52,81 (3 successes!)

ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME?!

[Okay, at least that Crit shouldn't be an instant kill....

58-20 = 38, 38/2 (Rounded Up) = 2. 2+2 = 4. 4x2 = 8. 8 Damage.]

-Voting closed - 7 voters

[Mhm… I am giving the thing some more consideration and it feels like this frog having so much HP may be out of bounds… it's just a weak Event enemy…

In other words, on contemplation, I am offering you to just one-shot the thing because… you rolled a Crit again. As much as I want to test the system in more detail, generic enemies this early in the campaign should be one-shottable with your OP pls nerf super sword.]

Choices -Voting closed - 5 voters

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Hunger made the choice.

Hunger and his eagerness to prove himself again.

The frog had spotted Alex by this point. Like all previous creatures, it turned towards him, ready to attack. Leg muscles tensed in preparation for a leap. Alex moved first.

Sword in both hands, the man of the island jumped with incredible power. SLAM! CRACK! The Cataclysmic Greatsword claimed yet another life in a singular strike, turning the frog into gore and splintered bones.

Alex exhaled slowly. “How do I keep doing this?” he asked out loud.

“Maybe those things are just that weak?” Astrid suggested, her tone ringing with doubt at her own words. “I dunno… scales are a bit off when you swing around a sword as big as you are - and you are biiiiiig.”

“Yeah, he is,” Amethyst purred seductively.

“Will I ever even get to use this?” Jane complained, relaxing the arm that had only just started to pull back the bow string.

“You’ll be scouting out the island on your own in due time,” Alex reminded her. His women going on their own errand runs was inevitable. Not only was it tomboy cruelty to keep them inside the tree all the time but they also needed resources. Alex himself always going out to get them was inefficient. As their vanguard and protector, he had many duties and his time was limited.

“Probably easier on your conscience to send us out when we’re armed ourselves?” Jane commented and got a confirming nod in response.

“Obviously. If there is trouble around, I would like you to have the proper tools for it.” The tip of his sword sunk into the ground. The ripe fruits were swiftly plucked and tossed over to his travelling companions. “I would love to take a leg of that thing with us.”

“Why aren’t we?” Astrid asked.

“It's too hot and humid. We will need two hours to get back to the tree. It might still be edible by that point, but I am not sure.” Alex bit into the fruit. It was sweet, as per usual, and oddly chewy for a fruit, also as per usual for these particular ones. “I mean, look at that!”

The comment was a reference to the variety of insects that came crawling out of their hiding spots in the trees. Flies were there first, of course, buzzing around the exposed gore. Ants and variants of roaches followed. The majority of the corpse went ignored for now. Once the body heat of the animal had faded and the smell of carrion spread, the swarm of little beasts would start picking it apart.

As for the four of them, they had their fill of fruits and then had a look around the rest of the area.

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-Voting closed - 10 voters

Dice: 2d10

3+1 = 4

4 times 2 is 8. 8 Inheritance added. 75/100.

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Nothing too exciting. That was the answer to the question of what they found. The cluster of fruits the frog had munched on was one of many. The pineapple-esque fruits grew in vast amounts there and could be found in every state of ripeness. A spot to remember for the others. For them, who had just eaten, of no further interest.

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Choices -Voting closed - 5 voters

Dice: 1d100

33 = 33

Fucking really?

Lewd Crit courtesy of Jane's "Elves are Cocksleeves" Perk.

-Voting closed - 8 voters

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