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>>>RULES31-60 = Succeed Medium check
>61-90 = Succeed Difficult check
>91-00 = Succeed Legendary check
3. For the sake of DM's sanity, no more than 2 characters may exist at one time.
The "user" character is the default.
A second character may be introduced as narrative/ your roll allows.
4. A dead character may not be resurrected unless you roll trips.
>>>> WORLD BUILDING
Roll to wave at wife and children.
Roll to shout my joy at seeing them once again.
I roll to also get a good look at wife and kids.
Being at sea has made me forget the details.
>00 is High
You wave to your wife and children, who immediately lose their facade of stoicism and sprint across the ragged beach to greet you, the youngest excitedly screaming your name. Far above, the clear sky of the midsummer's morning begins to cloud over, and the orange and blue begin to grey.
>Your boat has landed, and it's time to touch solid earth again.
Proudly show my wife and daughters the harem of well-raped female slaves I brought home.
Look at sky.
Try to judge the chance of rain.
Start coordinating with those on land to move the supplies and slaves off the boat.
Try to disembark boat to hug and kiss wife.
The female slaves should be between ...13 and 18/21?
Roll to also have the slaves basically hypnotized and/or mind broken to me.
And move supplies off ship.
Combining for narrative.
You step off the boat, beaming proudly at your wife. You've been away for many months, and forgotten the details and yet every line in her face is exactly the way it should be. Her pale cheeks are flushed from her sprint, and her dark hair has shaken itself loose from the knot she usually keeps it in, and is now tumbling down her cheeks and shoulders, and for a second she looks exactly the way she looked on your wedding night, many years ago.
You gesture to the slaves and plunder currently being hauled off the beached ship, but she ignores the scenery, your face is all she can focus on. You are hit in the belly by your youngest daughter's face, as she collides with you at full speed.
A dozen men have arrived to help unload the cargo. You are free to seek R&R, or plan your next day's schedule.
>The clouds are knitting together, and the day's light fades. Something about the smell of the sea air is making you uneasy
>didn't even see my wife's hips/waist/chest/butt size.
Reroll
Ask wife to unload at her place, and maybe put stuff in basement, and secure it.
Then plan
To eat.
Also, try to remember family's names, maybe at the house.
Your wife and children take you home to be groomed, reminding you that you must prepare for the village feast that will be undertaken at the evening. Your son is not present, because he is in the village, preparing for said feast.
You may name your wife and 4 children if you wish, if you pick something stupid I'll fix it so it isn't stupid.
Roll for some nice grooming, good hair cut, fancy clothes, maybe shower with wife and daughters?
Wait 4 daughters, or 3 and 1 son?
Uh wife, betty? Daughters bibby, booby, boop...idk basic names, jill, jane, and cindy? Hope someone else can throw something here.
After shower look In mirror, then for food, and drink at table.
Get gang raped by the slaves, pretend to not enjoy it.
Little late, make female names quick?
Cuck man the time traveling faggot arrives, and begins ass fucking everything with a heartbeat.
Take wife home and ravage her on the kitchen table.
We already home, wife is making food.
Faggot
Nigger
Kike
Beaner
Cuckman rapes her
Your wife and daughters help you bathe, removing the salt from your beard and untangling your matted hair. In a few hours, you are thoroughly relaxed.
Your wife, Sigurd, pulls you from the bath and dries you, your eldest daughter, Gry, places a a long tunic around your shoulders, and your youngest, Älfa, has laid out your pants, belt, boot, and knife for you to don at your leisure. The fire is roaring, and outside, you hear thunder, and the rain has begin falling. You peer into a fine silver mirror, spoils of last year's plunder, and find yourself to be a remarkable specimen of rugged masculinity. As you don the rest of your clothing and slip your knife into its case, your middle daughter, Freja, presents a horn of mead as a pregame option. While you drink, the females dress themselves and make ready to escort you to the party.
>It's a bit rainy, but you've been on the sea for months. You don't mind the wet and cold.
Cuckman kicks the door in, and announces that he is going to fuck the entire family.
Rape wife
Your wife and daughters undress themselves and prepare for what's coming. You and cuckman have to choose who's fucking who.
You toss your wife onto the furs on the floor and unleash 3 months of sexual frustration into her cooter in a record breaking 3 seconds.
When you are done crying, she gently pulls you to your feet and asks if you're ready to attend the feast and claim your share of the plunder.
I liked betty better
>gry
Man i guess i should've gone olden names, something better then those.
Roll for umbrella?
Steal it, or buy one, surprised wife doesn't have in purse.
Get to the party.
I make sure to bring some extra coin.
I just got back from a successful haul, so ill be getting paid soon.
Time to spoil the family.
I also bring an extra knife, one passed down from my father to me, to give to my son. He is almost of age, its time to induct him into the family business.
Imposter!
Roll trips and I'll introduce cuckman into the narrative.