The D100

“Hazel, have you seen the goats?”

“Which ones, Honey?”

“The two big ones.”

“Mortimer and Bill? They’re off in the thicket. They spend most mornings there, until it’s time for their food.” Hazel gestured off towards the small copse of trees to the east. Their co-op was nestled in the hills of northern California, just south of Oregon, and the land was in an irregular shape.

Some members had tried to put up a fence around the property a couple decades ago, but they had run out of lumber about halfway through. As a result, there was a wide swath of woodland that was on the neighboring property that several of the goats preferred to forage in over the marginally more cleared land that was supposed to be their pen.

“Again? Shit, you know the sheriff told us we’re supposed to keep them on our land. He said he was going to have to take them away from us if they did it again.”

Hazel shrugged. Despite the urgency in Honey’s voice, she spoke in the same quiet, relaxed tones as always. “It’s just land. Besides, Steve is sweet on me. He wouldn’t take any of my babies away.”

“Steve might be sweet on you, Sheriff Cruz has a job to do. I’m gonna go get them.”

“Don’t you worry about it, Honey. I’ll get them. They always come when I call.” Hazel showed a characteristic lack of urgency as she began to sway her way through the tall grass that surrounded the edge of the property. The co-op had agreed to keep it mowed as part of a previous peace-keeping measure with their neighbors, who often butted heads with ‘that collection of hippies.’

“Alright, Hazel. Don’t just stay out there, though, we’ve got crops to pick.”

Hazel raised a hand above her head and waved lazily. “I’ll be back. Crops aren’t ready yet, though, they need a few more days.”

“But Tran says–”

“Tran is wrong, Honey.” The words drifted across the wind and Honey turned her head towards the speaker, only to realize she wasn’t there.

“It is so weird how she does that.” She took a deep breath and returned to the task at hand—milking those goats who she could catch. All of the goats they kept were female, even Mortimer and Bill, and like everything Hazel touched they produced far more than the books said they should.

“But then, that’s Hazel for you.” Honey shook her head and focused on the task at hand. Goats—even ones that wanted to be milked—were not to be trusted with a turned back, and her jeans were already covered in mud.

* * *

When Kevin’s hand emerged from the bag for the sixth time he was holding a second ten-sided die. Unlike when he drew Penny’s, though, this time a second flew out to join the first. It orbited around its mate as though to proclaim the pair a matched set, as they lit up with the same orange-yellow glow, then flew off to hover over the head of the newest arrival as she walked through one of the doors and into the courtyard.

“Second to last to join the party and with the biggest… numbers of them all, the D100, Hazel!”

The woman walked forward with an easygoing smile on her face as she took in the other contestants, seeming to accept her introduction with equanimity. “Well hi, everyone, how are we all doing?”

Kevin stared until Penny nudged him with his elbow. He coughed and averted his eyes with some effort, but the newcomer seemed to exert her own gravity simply by existing in the room, and all eyes remained on her.

One of the reasons for that was that her proportions were simply ridiculous. Where Tess had the sculpted body of an athlete and Penny filled out her royal gown until her full breasts practically overflowed the cloth, Hazel was built like a fertility goddess. Her waist wasn’t especially narrow, but it still provided her with a distinct hourglass figure thanks to the massive breasts draped in a flowery loose sun dress. A thick leather belt wrapped around her midsection to hold the fabric in place, which then flared over wide hips and a substantial ass.

Lily’s smile returned full **** as she took in Kevin’s expression, and she commented to the audience, “It looks like the reputation of nymphs might not be exaggerated. Our DM certainly seems to have taken a liking to this one. Hazel, do you want to tell everyone about yourself?”

“Oh, sure!” Hazel’s speech was accented, though Kevin was having some difficulty placing it. There was a touch of something that might have been valley girl to it, as well as a southern twang that crept in from time to time as she continued, “I’m Hazel, and I run the Sunshine Co-op up near Eureka in California. Not really sure what I’m doing here, but I do always enjoy meeting new people.”

Hwa snorted dismissively at the woman. “Nature spirit. She’ll not last long away from her tree. At least then she’ll be free of this place.”

“It’s sweet of you to worry about your fellow contestants, Hwa–”

“I wasn’t.”

“–but you don’t have to worry about that! Sweet Hazel here will be well taken care of for as long as she’s in the Dungeon Master’s hands.”

The quick glance Lily shot at Kevin as she spoke left no doubt that the double entendre was deliberate, but he refused to rise to the occasion. Instead, he turned and offered a quick wave to Hazel, then explained, “Hey. I think there’s one more person coming, then Lily here promised us some answers.”

She gave him a smile that rivaled the sun for its warmth. “Oh, aren’t you sweet. Sure, I don’t mind waiting.”

“First things first, now–” The golden magic that Lily launched at Hazel seemed to seep into her, rather than knocking her back as it had the others, and it took only moments before her head canted to the side.

“Huh.”

“That’s all you’re going to say? Huh?” Hwa leveled a cool and dismissive glare at the nymph, who seemed as unaffected by the kumiho’s ire as she was by her sudden change of location.

Before the matter could escalate, though, Lily once more stepped in and offered the bag to Kevin. “This is more of a formality than anything else, since there’s only one left, but Dungeon Master, if you’d be so kind–”

Kevin reached down and plucked out the last die that remained in the bag, then held it up with a shrug.