Our Plan Worked! Now What's the Plan?!

Mo-Mo continues to bounce up down with glee, her chest merrily jiggling as she revels in your new step forward. "Wow, kobolds! It feels right, doesn't it? Doesn't it Shh?"

That makes you furrow your brow slightly. You want to agree wholeheartedly, but something strikes you as wrong. What could it...oh. You remember what your statistics said. "Oh, um...I think it's Shin now. I guess my name leveled up too?"

Mo-Mo gasps, the sleeves of her ovesized robe flopping everywhere as she tries to access her own character sheet. Gert is one step ahead of her, the big kobold leaning heavily against you as she carefully studies her new information. "It says my name is Gero? It's weird, but it does feel right..."

Mo-Mo chimes in, "Oh, I'm still Momo!" You feel like there's something different in there, though what it is specifically escapes you.

Gero continues on as Momo falls silent, the busty little kobold deep into her sheet. "Ohho, I'm a Level Five Kobold Brute?" She laughs raucously, "That sounds right! Lessee, HP, Attack, ohhhh niiiice...." She continues to scan over her information until she reaches the bottom. "Blunt Proficiency 2? What does...oh! OH! Where's my...."

She releases you as she whips her head around, wildly looking for something. Before too long she lets out an astonished gasp, bending over as she picks something up from the ground. "The stick you gave me...it's..."

Sure enough, her prized stick and pointy rock has also changed from a weapon for a Gert to a weapon for a Gero. You remember being very impressed with the stick and pointy rock before, especially when Gert was swinging it around. But you are certainly more impressed now, the stick having transformed into a huge club of solid wood, roughly hewn stones embedded up and down its business end. You raise your eyebrows, glancing up at Gero, and find her eyes quivering with unembarrassed, joyous tears. "It's...*sniff*...it's the most beautiful thing I've ever seen..."

Momo abruptly pouts, stamping her foot. "Oh boo! I didn't get anything! My attacks didn't even get stronger! Canter is the the stupidest class!"

Gero laughs at that, effortlessly hefting her massive club up to her shoulder as you furrow your brow. Canter? "Uh, Momo? What do you have under Special Abilities?"

The buxom kobold sniffs, halfheartedly checking. "Um...Divine 1?"

Gero gasps and you stare at Momo, the girl's fluffy tail giving a slow, unsure wag as she looks back and forth between you. "Um, what? What?"

"Momo, that means you can cast Divine Magic!

She gasps at that, her sleeve-overflowed hands shooting up to her mouth, and then throws up her arms and squeals in delight. "Omigosh omigosh omigosh!!!"

As she runs around in celebratory circles, you feel a tap on your shoulder. Wha? You crane your head back and find Moots's wild, disbelieving eyes staring back at you. "Y'all can talk?!

Oh boy.

It doesn't too much cajoling to get Moots to calm down, the fact that you can communicate with one another in actual sentences going a long way to smoothing the transition. Apparently Kobolds can speak Common, who knew? Soon all four of you are seated around the old human's campfire, Momo contentedly snuggled up against you as Gero tears into one of those spiky fruits. She says they taste as gross as they smell, but that she can't stop eating them. You'll take her word for it.

Right now you're just trying to distract yourself from the wonderful smelling girl that's draped herself entirely over you. There's nothing new about this; you've hugged like this lots of times, right? Momo's a cuddler! It feels nice, and there was nothing more to it before. But now she's got all these parts, and you've got this part, and it really likes Momo. You had always thought your dick was just for marking stuff, but it turns out you were super wrong. It doesn't help that Momo keeps, uh, caressing you, her soft hands lightly running across your toned stomach and down your neck as she squishes herself against you in ways that deep down you know you're going to have to do something about but soon.

But not right now. It's weird with Moots here. And he's giving you too much information to just ignore it. It's like, you always used to try to think things through as much as you could, right? But now that you're a kobold, you're just as interested in what everyone has to say and think, rather than just hearing the plan of the biggest person and then deciding if you agreed with it. You shift forward a bit, tilting your head to one side as you address Moots. "So, you're sure we can't get any more experience from you? We're back to level Five now, you know.

The old human shakes his head. "Nah, I can see it on y'all. Ol Moots's quest won't do ya'll no good no more."

"Hrm. As far as I know there isn't any other easy experience in this zone. Am I wrong?"

Moots shakes his head again. "Naw, ya got it figured. Y'all'll probably need ta dip yer toes in the next zone over. Er, claws. Feet. Paws. Whatever. Should be 'bout the right level."

Your ears perk up, as do Gero's. Momo doesn't look up from where she nuzzles your chest, but she does respond to the man's assertion. "We can't leave the zone, though."

Moots scratches his head. "Ehh? 'Course y'all can. Mebbe y'all couldn't when ya'll and me first, uh, acquainted ourselves, but anything that's Level Five can scoot over to the next zone. Go hunt some boars!"

Momo glances up at you, as does Gero. "What do you think, Shin?" The big kobold asks as she tosses her empty rind into the fire. "Do we go for it?"

You straighten up, nodding. "I say yes. After all, how can the world get by without Level Six kobolds?"

Gero makes a noise of agreement. "Me too. I vote yes."

"Me toooo!" Momo rolls over onto her back in your lap, throwing up her arms officiously and giggling as her sleeves flap down into her face. "I vote yes! I cast the Divine Spell Yes! Woosh!"

You all chatter excitedly, Moots grinning as you gush about what you'll do next. At length, his smile fades a bit and he sighs. "Well good. Good on y'all, pups."

You tilt your head again. "What's wrong?"

He sighs again. "Oh, now, don't let ol' Moots ruin the fun. I been hungry a'fore, and I kin suffer it again. An' ol' Moots is sure grateful for all them fruits y'all brought him. Sure he's grateful! They's few can say they helped make a new people be born, even if it was jus' a little!" He sniffs a little though his smile. "Y'all just go on to whatever yer next big step is, and 'member that ol' Moots is smilin' on the thought o' y'all!"

The old human snuffles again and Momo makes a sympathetic noise. She carefully scoots over and hugs Moots's arm, smiling prettily at the man. "Oh, don't be sad Moots! We'll leave you lots of fruit before we leave!"

Gero nods, clapping a hand to the man's shoulder. "And we'll come back, too. Boar better taste good, because we're gonna make you eat a lot of it."

Moots sniffles is sniffling even harder how; geez this is sorta embarrassing. "Oh, y'all pups're better pals to Ol' Moots than any kith'r kin he ever did have. He'll be yer boon companion for all his days, gul' dangit!"

The two females smile at that, but your face is serious as you lean forward. "You should know, Moots. Once we've gained more levels, we're not coming back just to be back. We're going to attack the outpost at the center of the valley. I don't doubt we'll have to kill every guard inside of it, or be killed ourselves. Are you okay with that?"

Moots's smile fades a bit as he seems to consider your words, Momo looking worried while Gero simply looks wary. At length, he gives an extravagant shrug. "Ehhh, never been too keen on them guards. Ol' Moots starved for months an' months, and who came ta help 'im? It weren't them guards, no sir. No sir, Ol' Moots may not know much," he taps his finger to the side of his red nose, winking, "but he sure'n does know who was good when the chips were down."

You let yourself grin back at that. Well it's settled then. You've got still got ten days until you promised to attack the outpost. You're not entirely sure what a boar is, but you hope it's big. You feel ready to take on the whole goddamn world.