You are a Cave Hydra, big and mighty. However, you're currently stalking someone who might question that authority.
The Mammoth is humongous, easily topping you in size, both width and height, even with your necks extended to the maximum, its legs are as thick as the base of your neck and its thickly haired hide may as well be un-biteable. But you can see how well fed it is, the fat, muscles, organs, meat, all of it might not be as tasty as crab meat, but you know it will be very, very nutritious.
Your only real advantages are the facts that you're so far hidden in bushes and behind it as it walks across a plain, but if you fail the first strike, or let it know that you're here, the humongous tusks will most likely end up deep within you, if you fail to avoid them.
>Rush in, your adventurers will be waiting for you and the fight itself, most likely, will be prolonged, you don't want to be late to the meeting spot.
>Wait for more vulnerable position, stalk the Mammoth further down the forest, everyone can wait for such big game.
You decide to stalk it, there's no point in risking yourself getting hurt when you can wait a bit and be promised a better position.
You let it walk across the field, and once it reaches the tree line on the other side, then you start following it, almost slithering your way across the plain in order to catch up with your quarry, don't want to lose it out of sight for too long, who knows what might happen if you do. However, once you step into the other side of the forest and step further in, your massive limb steps on a branch. The thick cracking sound echoes out of the woods and of course, grabs the attention of your target, the tusked beast slowly turns around to the left, so you circle to the right, but to no avail as you hear the angered trumpeting of the Mammoth, raising its trunk towards you.
It seems it wants you to leave it, not looking for a fight, question is, do you?
>Actually leave it, being found a second time won't bode well to you.
>You won't be scared by a meal, no matter how big, fight here and right now.
>Fake yourself leaving and circle again.
Awww thanks, just what I needed for my party of adventurers!
You huff, turning around, better safe than sorry you consider, safety comes first for you, if you die, you can't hunt.
You walk away, searching for another set of trails that won't possibly maul you to death or put up much of a fight one way or another. You find a trail, it smells like something you've trailed before, the hoof beast, beggars can't be choosers you think. The trail follows almost straight path through the forest, it's a lengthy stalk, but eventually after some time, you reach a familiar sight of a river surrounded by slightly snow covered rocks, no ice can form in these parts it would seem.
However, your quarry is nowhere to be seen, so you consider waiting, such place is perfect to hunt, but before you settle in, you spot a sizeable fin going through the middle of the river. And you remember the taste of the crab, so you rush immediately to the edge of the water, right in front of the fish, and the second it closes in, your heads dive straight into the water and bite whatever is closest to its teeth.
All of you hits the target at once, getting a good grasp thanks to biting deep and crashing the scales like they're nothing, and then you reel it back onto the ground where your game can do nothing but flail around, slowly drowning due to lack of water. Doing so gives you a good look at it as well, the body and scales being bright red and the body wide, you spot sets of teeth in its mouth, and by the way it flails around, you guess that you got partially lucky, it could try dragging you into water where it could potentially eat you up. Nevertheless, the fish is big and tasty looking, all what you were looking for.
You drag the body back, trying your hardest to not eat it right here because you sense that if you do start, you won't stop. And as the sun is halfway hidden behind the earth, you arrive at the flat hill, and to your partial surprise, all four are there with a fire ready. The orc steps up to you, looking at your quarry before nodding with respect before mentioning for you to give it to him, which you do. But then you see what he's doing with the fish.
He's putting it on a huge stick and places it right above the fire.
"HE'S WASTING OUR FOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOD!"
Your heads yell.
>What is this, you won't let the food go to ruin by being burned, take it all for yourself.
>He did say he will make it better, you can handle the grumbling in your stomach for a while, wait.
No crits, but considering just who you are, 20 will basically mean an insta win in most of the situations unless you're doing something equal to your skills.
You hiss at your heads, snarling even to calm them down as they wriggle and fight to destroy the orc and save the food. But as you walk towards the fire to enjoy the warmth and a seat, you hiss at Holgrum, making sure that he knows what happens if he ruins it.
You settle down and stare at the fire or the stars. Not often you had the chance to be outside, and as you notice very early, it's different, much different that the caves. You can't deny that there are things that you miss living in a Mountain, but the many wonders of exploring and seeing new things evens the feeling out, but you will have to ask yourself at some point if you still want to live this way.
The smell of the fish turns into something interesting as you think about your life, it catches your attention by how.. Crispy it smells, and the look of it makes it look also appealing, you suppose that throwing a fit wouldn't be a good idea and in the end, this is going to end up more delicious than raw. Humanoids have very interesting set of skills, you will give them that. And speaking of them, you still got three more to note down, so maybe as you wait for the orc to finish preparing your food, you could try to remember how others appear.
>Look up Cleriori
>Look up Hira
>Look up Edward.
>Nap time, can't be bothered.
You might as well see how the constantly angry at you halfling, for no reason whatsoever in your eyes, looks like. Maybe there's a reason for it in how she looks like you wonder.
So you settle down next to her which makes her curl up and cover up with her oversized cloak, which now you see, is filled with bright feathers in some parts, they all look brown with some patterns on them, you've never seen such bird. But this isn't why you got so close to her, your neck arches above her, your head staring right into Hira, soon after your other heads follow, looking at the only revealed part of her body, the eyes.
They're green, about the same hue as Holgrum's and her left eye is covered in a scar. But they are sharp and not filled with fear, just the opposite you guess, she's determined and actually competes you in a stare-down, which ends up with a crushing defeat for Hira and makes her look away, dropping her cloak in the mean time with a sigh.
She has short legs but the muscles are ripe and humongous, probably stronger than the orc's if you have to guess, to your surprise, despite being so toned and strong, her fat storage on hips seems to be filled, giving her round figure. She's wearing loose and almost see-through pelt or skin of sorts, you are not sure. The halfling's stomach is also looking almost iron-cast, so are the short, stubby arms. Her smell is a mix of testosterone and estrogen, while the second one is obviously stronger, this mixture is unheard for your nostrils, making it very exotic to you. Her chest fat storage seems to be lacking however when compared to dwarves, but the lumps look firm. Hira's mane is short at front, revealing the forehead and long at sides, reaching her shoulders.
You hear Holgrum yell out, which brings your attention, then you see him tossing you a fair chunk of the fish with some parts cut off for the rest. The smell is promising so you dig in, and once you finish, you feel bad. Bad for your taste buds because they don't get to taste this again, this meal was a miracle, outgrowing raw meat by huge amount in the juices, crunchiness and overall taste you lack words to describe.
>Now is time to sleep.
>Nudge the green skin, ask for various things.
You quit bothering the halfling with your presence and instead, go over to the orc who's still busy eating his share of food.
Once he's done, he sighs and does the magical trick and once more, you are able to talk with him, which you of course use to the full of your possibilities, you got a few things to ask about after all.
"How did you do that?"
"The fish, the fire summoning."
He sighs, reaching into one of his pockets and pulls out some two items, a stick and something rock-like, then he strikes the rock thing along the shiny stick and from the clash, sparks arise, almost blinding you which makes you reel back and snarl.
"It's called flint and steel, useful for us, scares the likes of you away. As for fish.. I cooked it."
"To stop you bothering me, consider it as 'controlled burning' of something. You wouldn't understand the whole thing."
>"You don't have room to insult my intelligence."
>Push him, no insulting.
Someone's getting very sassy with you, and you will have none of it. You have three times the thinking muscles than they do, you won't take anything from them.
You lean in and push the green skin with your forehead, forcing him to lean to the side, and with a huff he goes down onto the ground. This makes everyone reel up and stand with a shock, thinking that you're showing off aggression, but the orc raises his hand with palm towards them, calming them down.
"Listen, Horg, I don't want no trouble.. I mean Cave Hydra." He swallows loudly, looking at you with fear in his eyes.
>"Did you call me Horg?"
>"I told you to not name me."
>"Horg? What does that mean?"
"Don't insult me next time then, and what does Horg mean?" You ask, returning your head back to neutral pose while he himself stands back onto his previous position, so do the rest.
"Horg in my language means.. Stubborn."
"How am I stubborn?"
"Well, how did you come all this way? Because you kept pushing us here no matter what." He replies, ruffling his hair before nibbling on whatever's rest from his portion of food, trying to avoid your gaze. But the only real reason you're staring at him is because you're thinking, technically you don't even acknowledge Holgrum to be there, you're just lost in thought.
Worst part about this name is that he's right. You did sort of herd them all in front of you and basically ordered them around, but it's their fault that they're so submissive to others will, especially Holgrum himself for a reason you do not know.
"There's one more thing, you can't enter next city."
"It's more... Dead-hard on what's allowed inside of it, beasts like you can't go in unless we receive special permission, and to get that, we need to get something else that takes a loooooooong while to get."
>"Don't worry, I am patient, we can go get the thing to get the permission."
>"I don't care, we're going in."
>"Then we're not going to that city."
>"What's the thing to get the permission?"
"What's the thing to get the permission."
"Yooou're not going to like it."
"This isn't a reply I am looking for." You wave your head forward, encouraging him to answer truthfully.
"Well, there's thing called Beast Guild. People working in and for that teach others how to.. Well, ride beasts like you. So, to summarize. Giant Pets. Once you finish the training and get one, you get the things needed to receive the permission to go into a city."
Well, he wasn't completely wrong, because that seems very excessive to you in many, many ways.
>"You're right, we're not going there, but we still go to the city."
>"..I can deal with that, but other me gets names too."
>"Okay. Where is that place?"
>"We're going somewhere else."
>Nope. Nap time, you're not going to bother with that.
You pump your neck, gargling out a growl, laughing that way at the description before abruptly stopping, turning around, and curling up into sleeping position.
"I can wait at the gates." You say before closing your eyes and trying to drive yourself to sleep. The orc doesn't reply but continues the talk with the others, gaining various reactions. But while you've dealt with them, you now have to live with yourself.
"You're Horg now."
"Shut up me."
"Sleep well Horg."
"I'll ask them to name you me too."
"You're still Horg."
"See you later Horg."
This isn't going to end well you think. The night ends soon as you've forced yourself to sleep. But it wasn't enjoyable one bit because of the same reason. The sun shining at you first given how you've fallen asleep, so the first one to wake up everyone else is also you by doing your morning routine.
"I am not going to discuss myself."
As soon as everyone else wakes up, breakfast is brought into question. Once again, they have everything prepared for themselves and you've eaten the entire fish you were given.
>Inquire for food.
>Inquire for names for other you's. Also for food.
>Go hunt. But firstly ask for names.
>Just go hunt, self pressure won't get the best of you.
As soon as you spot Holgrum waking up completely, you immediately bother him by yelling and nudging him to do the thing. He's a bit surprised to see you in such haste, and in order to not make you wait, which could anger you, he does it as soon as he can.
"What is it?"
"...What do you mean? I thought you hated having second name."
"I'm calling myself Horg, name other mes."
"Wait.. Who I was, am, speaking to then?"
"No I mean-"
"Me" You wiggle your head to point at yourself.
"...So I can't hear the other.. You?"
"Yes, now name me."
"..By you, you mean the.. Other youuu'ss?" he points at your left and right you, who look particularly smug and cheeky.
"Oh boy.." He calls out to the rest, talking about his current task at hand. The rest seems confused, but eventually, they start, what you can guess to be, suggest names for you.
"Well, there are few.. Suggestions for you."
>Greo'lage, Elf suggestion for left, Bob, Human suggestion for right.
>Hisk, Halfling suggestion for left, Kozmo'rale, elf suggestion for right.
>Harbenk, Orc suggestion for left, Simon, Human suggestion for right.
Feel free to mix or suggest your own. If you want to know the meanings now, here you go:
Greo'lage means Nature's protector.
Hisk means asshole, not the literal sense.
Kozmo'lage means Nature's mighty.
Harbenk means needy.
Need for food will be satisfied after this.
>Hisk, Halfling suggestion for left, Kozmo'rale, elf suggestion for right.
Horg is an orc name, I like Hisk for the fitting sounding, and Kozmo'rale for being a bit out of place, plus we can start to call him Komo.
"Hisk and Harbenk, that's fine."
"No that's not fine."
"Yes it is."
"Not it isn't."
"Shut up, Hisk."
"Don't you dare to call me like that."
"You should do like Harbenk and not speak much."
"Don't drag me into this, Horg."
And you continue to discuss yourself up until you hear your stomach grumble, this effectively breaks up the verbal fight and drags your attention to something that can quench this thirst for something solid rather than liquid.
"Holgrum, I am hungry."
"Then go hunt?"
"No. Give me food, I hunted for you and myself already, I deserve this."
The talk between them continues for a while, heating up to a point before all of them decide to settle it out in your favor. Picking out the meat out of their meals, there's not a whole lot of it, but after you swallow, you sense that you feel.. Reasonably filled, you wonder how that can even happen, given how little you ate. It must've been really nutritious.
"What now?" You ask.
"We go to the city, a real city."
"Real? What does that mean? It has a name?"
"Yes. It's called Nebroz. It's where we can make more money, so we can buy food, and other things."
You are shocked at how much value is given to things when they're called, why is that, you cannot comprehend. But at least you have a straight goal.
Head to Nebroz.
>End of Thread.
Sorry people for ending so surprisingly soon, but I am losing my steam. Also there's one thing to mention. I can't run tomorrow, only after tomorrow. And after Sunday, I am going on hiatus for indefinite time. So to make up for that, at least a little. I am willing to write something for the pastebin.
But what? There's little off limits.
Smut is fine too
So feel free to suggest something while also QnA.
Thanks for running Boss.
Reaction and thoughts of the forest dwellers, after they learned that their savior from the evil necromancer who've been terrorising them, was a Cave Hydra?
Anon, don't be so innocent.
Interesting concept for the first one. The second one.. I am not sure how you imagine that anon.
Do you mean masturbation and feral kisses?
That's a little concept, I could write that while writing something else too. I like that.
Let me segregate what I got so far.
>Entire party x Hydra.
>xXxHydra with the 'ling.
>Forest dwellers post necro.
>Life goddess making Hydra's spirit animal
And for the smaller concepts.
>Everyone's thoughts after naming the hydra Needy Stubborn Asshole.
Is that all? Missed anything? Also I'd like you all to vote from here.
Shit, this quest's inspired me to make some kind of Hydra-born barbarian. Have their name just be an exotic translation of "That guy with an axe" to avoid the chains of a name, and struggle with the concept of things beyond sharp objects being applied to still-moving meat.
Only problem is how to stat it for 5e. +2 STR and CON, with a -1 to INT and CHA maybe? Full regeneration after a long rest instead of the Dragonborn's elemental abilities, perhaps.
Really enjoying the quest so far.