Dongeons n' Dragons (Porne)

[Mashugana]

(Character stuff)

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Appearance: [link=] https://rule34.xxx/index.php?page=post& ... id=3139552 [/link]

History: Koram was abandoned soon after his birth, due to the exceptionally rare 'weak' elements he was born with. Venom dragons, often referred to as 'alchemy' dragons, can synthesis almost any compound within their bodies once they learn how, and space dragons can create spatial distortions, often derisively referred to as 'storage space dragons' for their natural ability to create pocket dimensions. This combination gave him little in the way of early attack or defensive magic, and neither has good mana processing ability, he had little chance of survival until the Shadowtail clan, a clan of researchers and item producers, adopted him hoping for an assistant with a low cost to train.

The Shadowtail clan's primary concern of late has been the decreasing bio-diversity among dragons of all clans, causing severe fertility issues, dangerous and destructive mutations, or simply an inability to properly process mana. Deciding the best long term solution was the securing of new bloodlines, extensive experimentation was done to figure out ways to bypass the spatial barrier protecting the Hidden City of Dragons from any souls of non-dragons. It was eventually determined that simply ensuring that all 'new blood' was half dragon was the most viable solution. A young researcher at the time, Koram volunteered to undergo alchemical and magical modifications to allow him to both be sent outside of the Hidden City, and to ensure that he was able to create the new blood and send it back where it can be used to aid the clan and hopefully the city itself. Unfortunately, the barrier was a bit more resistant than expected, and Koram suffered severe damage on attempting to 'land' without a magical guidance system, scattering many of the alchemical, runic magic materials and books he brought with him even though they were within his Portable Space.

Unbeknownst to him, the clan elders had decided that while the possibility of him being unable to produce an adequate number of heirs, they decided to take matters into their own hands, crafting a curse into the transit spell that altered him into her.

Abilities, skills and other quirks:
Portable Space: Koram has a personal 'home' in a pocket dimension attached to her person, significantly greater than a simple 'storage bag'. She can enter or exit at will, transport objects in or out, and has several 'organs' stored her through her natural transformation magic, making her exceptionally difficult to kill. Despite this, many of the magical devices within were dependent on the environment of the Hidden City, and will fail, sometimes violently, if transferred out of this dimension. The only things she knows she can take out are things she brings in from her new world.

Bio-armor: Like all dragons, Koram can grow and deploy hardened scales along her skin to protect her. Unfortunately, her lack of raw magical power meant that they could never be fully powered to the extent of even the average dragon, depending almost entirely on their natural toughness and magical resistance than the mana she can willfully inject into them. While present across the entire body, they only are exposed outside of the skin along her arms, legs, and outer torso/back, and even then can be hidden if necessary.

Bio-synthesizer: As with all venom dragons, Koram can eat and process almost any biological matter, often creating a mix of poisons, antidotes, or other alchemical concoctions as needed. While slow and arduous, once created, a toxin or other compound gland can be fully automated to produce whatever it needs to from raw materials. Most of her existing glands were destroyed at arrival, and she has been regrowing them as she can within her Portable Space, which also allows her to excrete them anywhere she desires as they do not require fangs or other dedicated applicators. This ability grants a natural affinity for alchemical magics.

Alchemized Physique: A natural extension of the Bio-synthesize ability, Koram's body has been heavily reinforced, strengthened and improved by her natural ability, creating a body far above that of a mere mortal. Unfortunately, her comparatively hobbled ability to process mana meant that she has always been rapidly outpaced in her home City.

Rune Magic (basic): Still young, Koram has learned some of the basic rune magic necessary for more complex spells than what is required for magic that operates purely on mana rather than relying on the intrinsic magic of alchemical ingredients. The most common process of integrating spells is to slowly alter nerves and mana pathways within the body to allow for the formation of runes during use. While far from the only way to use magic, the advantage when combined with dragons natural shapeshifting abilities results in the capacity to 'form and forget' magic spells that can be triggered purely by mana injection.

Combat Skill Level: Instinctual with only the most rudimentary knowledge of vital organs. Forced into melee combat, Koram will depend almost entirely on either his/her rune magic, or his/her superior physical abilities to defend herself.

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Rune Spells Integrated: Fire Bolt, Magic Bolt; both forearms. Frost Bolt, Lightning Bolt; right arm. Directional Shield: left arm. Healing Surge, Defensive Shield; body. Enhanced Senses, Air Generator, Weather Resistance, Defensive Shield; head. Spatial Rift; Intrinsically full body.

Alchemical Glands: Neurotoxin Venom, Paralytic Venom, Breeding Venom (induces rut/heat/ovulation), Bio-accelerant (highly viscous white fluid, rapidly accelerates metabolic process to facilitate healing, and other things :3).

Portable Space Rooms: Organ/Gland Chamber, Rudimentary Bedroom, Rudimentary Scrivener Shop, Rudimentary Material Processing Space, Storage Space, 1x Servant Golem.

Possible bio armor appearance: [link=] https://rule34.xxx/index.php?page=post& ... id=3136758 [/link] and [link=] https://rule34.xxx/index.php?page=post& ... id=3821693 [/link]

To say that your trip through time and space could've gone better would be... well, even calling it an understatement would be an understatement, to say the least as you recover from your rough landing and take a small self diagnostic. The only reason you're probably in as good as shape as you are is due to your modifications, but a quick check would reveal that you took a large amount of damage from the trip, and potentially even worse, you'd lost a lot of the stuff in your portable rooms! Thankfully, your transportation meant that you should be fairly close to wherever they went, but the sooner you got hold of that stuff would be better. Draconic technology in the hands of some strangers would be bad, having it in the hands of potential threats would be exponentially worse.

Looking around, you notice that you're in a fairly dingy alleyway, surrounded on three sides by tall buildings. The alley itself appears to be a place for people to set their garbage going by the cans and dumpster, the smell of old food telling you that it's probably either a residential or business area. Down the alley, you can hear a lot of noises, people walking, driving, talking and arguing, and in the direction of the noises, you see bright red, blue and yellow lights, some flash and flicker while others stay stationary. You've most likely entered a city of some sort.

However, it's only after this that you realize something, you're missing something... important.

Where the fuck was your dick!?

[porne]

I let out a string of curses as I finish resonating, more than half of my equipment and stuff destroyed. I can feel the emptiness in my room, and that pisses me off more than just about anything else. That's MY room, how dare this pissant reality alter it?! Still, my frustration is soon eclipsed by the rage at the fact that I've had my dick stolen! How would... no, I can feel residual body alteration spell. The elders, those fuckers, couldn't stand the sight of my rippling pectorals and beautiful masculine form, they had to... they had to make me female among other issues.

I take a deep breath, regretting it almost immediately as the stench overtakes me. First thing's first. I need to do an internal survey. I invert myself, creating the mirrored sphere at the entrance to my personal room and stepping through. The external portal is completely invisible to anyone that I don't allow to see it, and it's good for surveying the area around me. I give the sphere a once over before I head into my personal rooms. The... barely existing rooms, motherfucker. There's... there's almost nothing left! My armors and weapons, treasures and everything else, gone! And the books! All my reference material, gone! I'm terrified to look at my organ closet, but a check shows that... at least it's not all gone. I still have most of my important glands. I just... I just need to start trying to grow a penis. I can deal with the soft pillowy tits, but I NEED to have my dick and balls. I'm incomplete without them.

[Mashugana]

Your elders, in their infinite wisdom (may the flees of ten thousand camels ravage their genitals in the night) did at least make sure that you kept the vast majority of your strength, and thankfully you're trained to be able to sort of sniff out your own magical residue, and with a short moment to gauge the direction, you can sense the closest amount of it is... eastwards! If you were to get a hold of the right materials, you might be able to restore the worst of the horrible damage done to your body! After that, you're sure to accomplish your mission with flying colors, and definitely, definitely get revenge on the conniving old shitbirds who'd thought it'd be funny to make you a girl without your knowing, possibly with the assistance of the hordes of progeny you'd sire along the way!

...Although, now that you've mentioned it, you do have one hell of a rack. Might bare some investigating later.

Your thoughts and plans are somewhat interrupted by muffled voices down the alley, two males from the sound of it.

"Man, this place smells fucking awful. Why the fuck're we doing it out here and not at your place?" Asks one of the men, his higher, somewhat softer voice making him out to be a younger man, probably college aged.

"Because this place stinks, you idiot. You wanna get me caught smelling like hash? Sides, the usual place is taken up by those Tora clan dudes, I don't wanna even think about hanging around them." asks another, barely older one as they stop near the back end, too engrossed in their conversation to pay much attention to what's going on as they funble around with a lighter, you can hear the clicking as they get the flame going. You hear coughing as one of them hacks up a lung, asking a question that you can't make out from your location, but the answer comes clearly enough.

"Yeah, got most of the east side of town in a stir, I heard a bunch of crazy shit landed in the river and those dudes wanted it as soon as they heard about it. Supposed to be some valuable stuff."

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By the by, d'you have clothes or not? Not sure whether to have you still wearing clothing or if the transformation and crash landing took em'

[porne]

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I'm thinking functional but worn clothing that doesn't quite fit right. Something meant to show off his pecs might have interesting effects on her tits though.

I start trying to get my organ closet to regrow a penis and balls, and take my leave of the storage space. The total lack of resources is... incredibly dangerous. Catching the sound of two individuals discussing local events, I cautiously listen in, making sure I stay out of sight, even if I have to revert to my Portable Space and listen in from another dimension. Listening carefully, I look around, trying to see if I can climb atop the buildings. With my strength, jumping from rooftop to rooftop is the only way to travel!

[Mashugana]

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Alrighty, so something like a tank top, light jacket and pants?

Your organ closet does it's best with what it's got, but at this rate it'll be a good while before you can get your twig n' berries back, at least it'll mean that you'll have time to get a lot of your stuff by the time it's done! A quick glance would show that the walls of the buildings around you are pretty banged up, with cracks and small holes that're often occupied by rodents and pigeons, perfect for climbing. Going up chafes your tits uncomfortably as they spill out from your top a bit, and you have to adjust a bit to get used to the movement, but before long you're able to leave the alley and it's stoner occupants behind and make it to the roof of one of the buildings. From it, you can see a decent chunk of the area around you, bustling narrow streets with flashing billboards and lights along the many shops and eateries, with people of many different races and species walking or cycling on Mantibikes through them! Horns, fur, rounded ears, pointed ears, some don't even appear to have ears at all, but regardless, this town's pretty cosmopolitan.

Turning your attention eastward, you catch sight of a river, with several boats floating along it a ways, lights are moving along the surface of the water, and you can see a guy in a cheap suit pull something out of it with your draconic eyes. Something familiar.

Your treasure was being looted by fucking goons.

[porne]

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Yes, that seems reasonable. Also, somebody thinks highly of herself.

Fury courses through my mind at the thought of others looting my property! That's MINE! Without much thought, I take a running leap and start roof hoping towards the soon to be dead men. I also begin to charge my spells, knowing full well that I'm probably going to be sending them to the bottom of that river in pieces.

[Mashugana]

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Ah, sorry bout that., Should I tone it down a bit? I'm a little unsure about how to get the "feel" of this thing going and went for a more Yakuza like attitude, but I can back off some if you prefer.

It takes you just a couple of minutes to get to the riverside, and you can see three small fishing boat looking crafts on the surface, with a small crew of less than a half dozen guys and gals on each one and a bit larger group on either side. If they were bunched together, they might've been trouble, but from the looks of them, this lot was largely just low level jobbers.

"Man, the gods must be having a pretty good time up there to just crap this stuff into the river eh?" one gangster jokes, blinking his newtlike eyes as he handles a dripping, hidebound book with gold engraved lettering on it. That's definitely one of your older reference books, and you can see similar items being pulled out of the water by his friends. "Hey, what language is this written in, anyway? I can't make heads or tails of it."

"Huh, didn't know you could read." his buddy snorts, shaking her wooly head to throw off some water and earning her a few short insults from Frog Face in the process. "Whatever it is, it looks fancy, and fancy stuff pleases Tony, so that's good enough for me."

Well, you had the precious high ground against your adversaries, and they haven't seen you yet so you can easily get the drop on them, and you have a good shot at just straight up landing on the nearest boat. Do you go all out on the attack, try a more stealthy or diplomatic approach, or should you wait and see what happens or try something else? If you do, more guys might show up, but you could also get more of your stuff without having to dive around a muddy river in the middle of the night too.

[porne]

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No, I meant Koram. Thinking she's going to roll in and shit all over the local gangsters just 'cause she's a dragon. I mean, I still expect her to be an OP piece of shit, but not nearly as much as she thinks of herself.

Dammit. Add gills to the list of things I need to grow again. Hm, the possibility of having them fish my equipment out of the lake for me is nice... but that book is calling to me, demanding I put it back in my personal library. Maybe it will have the information I need to undo this curse. I take a flying leap onto the nearest boat, looking to score as much of my equipment as I can. If I can touch it, I should be able to suck it into my Portable Space before I lay into them with my wrath.

[Mashugana]

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Oh good, good. Glad you went for the charge too, gets right into the ultraviolence.

(19) You smash right into the middle of the boat with your leap, perfectly planting your feet on it and knocking one dude off and into the drink!

"What in the fuck!?" Frog Face Roars, dropping the book back into the water in his desperate grab for the railing to save himself from a similar fate. Once he gets his bearings, his wide face turns a few shades dark green from anger. "D'you know how long it took me to get that fucking thing out of the muck!? I'm gonna skin you with a potato peeler you cunt!" he roars, throwing a haymaker towards your head! (2) Unfortunately for him, it both goes wide over it's target, leaving him open to a counter and blocking off Wool Head as she hurriedly reaches for a dagger that's slotted in her belt, her eyes widened in surprise! The last two goons are scrambling to their feet, having been floored by the impact you made!

[porne]

"Motherfucker, I just got here for that!" I scream as he drops the book into the drink. Dammit, now I'll have to go looking anyway. "You little shit, I'm going to pull your head off and shit in your skull!" I lead into his side with a right jab and fire a Magic Bolt straight into his side. I want to feel some ribs crack as I beat this little bitch. I turn to the rest of them, looking for more lives to end.

[Mashugana]

(18) Your fist crashes into Frog Face's side hard, and you can definitely feel flesh and bone give from your blow, followed by his horrid shriek when it's followed up by a Magic Bolt, blowing a hole into his torso and sending him crashing against the cabin of the ship!

Enraged, Wool Head charges at you with a maddened glare, her curved horns aimed for your head and shoulders while she stabs forward with the knife, trying to avenge poor Frog Face! (12) this one comes close, you have to hurriedly raise your arms to block her head and knife, and it's a hard enough charge to actually make you budge a couple of inches, but you're able to catch them both! It's not wholly without some cost though, you can feel the sting of the knife's point digging into your leg, and feel a warm trickle of blood running down as her friends fire flares up, shouting for backup!

[porne]

As the soon to be frog corpse splatters his vital organs and other bits across the ship cabin, I'm filled with a perverse satisfaction. Ah, it feels good to show these mortals what it's like to be a damned dragon! Holding my left arm up to protect myself, I trigger the shield, trying to knock Wool Head aside, but she manages to jam her knife into my thigh before I grunt and turn my attention back to them. "You want to play with fire? I'll show you FIRE!" I scream, triggering a fireball and tossing it towards them.

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Any preference on casting limits?

[Mashugana]

(3) Shit, maybe the boat rocked at a bad time, or maybe the transit caused more damage than you'd thought, but your fireball goes careening off to into the water, causing a decent amount of steam to rise up and spooking them some, but that doesn't stop them from rushing in to try and take advantage of you being a little held up by Wool Head.

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I was thinking something like a "cool down" system with it taking a set amount of rounds for an integrated spell to cool down. so like your arm spells will have 2 rounds for the shield and bolt (well 1 round for MB now), Healing Surge would have a 5 round timer, fireball a 3 round, etc., that might be a little bit much though, so if that doesn't work out go ahead and tell me and we'll figure something out

(11) Your defenses are sturdy, but even so you can't help but wince at the punches and kicks thrown your way, a particularly annoying hit to the thigh will likely give you a nasty charlie horse, but these dudes aren't well trained fighters, and unlike Wool Head they aren't armed. Speaking of, she's lunging in your direction, trying to get her knife back after it clattered to the floor of the boat from your knockback! (9) she almost grabs it, but a quick kick from you smacks it back out of her hand before she can get a solid grip on it, and she swears angrily before giving up and hauling herself to her feet.

You then hear the horn of one of the other searching vessels, careening right towards the one you're on with it's crew of dudes, these guys are armed with bats, pipes and chains! Are... are they planning on ramming the fucking ship!?

[porne]

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I was going to suggest a limited number of spells per day of a specific level, and then she can trigger them as needed. She'd have to meditate to restore some, or have a good long rest to fully reenergize completely.

I'm also going to assume she can't use her Portable Space as an attack by sucking in part of the boat?

I see the new ship, waiting until the last minute to see if they'll actually try ramming it, trying to keep as much space between me and the others as possible. Dammit, didn't they have some of the items around here? If I can at least snatch them back, I'll be in much better shape. Even so, this amount is probably too much for even me, at least in my weakened state.

[Mashugana]

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Oh right, yeah, that'd probably be a good idea. Makes it easier to manage. So for low level stuff we can assume she can cast like four to around a half dozen times before needing to rest and restore them? You probably could actually, though I'm not sure if that wouldn't just mean that you'd effectively have somebody in your rooms or wherever if you tried it. We'll have to see if that comes up.

(1. Well fuck me sideways.)

Oh they ram your ship alright, they ram it so damned hard that they actually deal catastrophic damage to both the vessels themselves and the people on board, debris and bodies go hurtling everywhere, and you see several large pieces of yours, both materially and possibly literally go flying up into the air right above you as you fall into the water, with panicking gangsters either flailing about, floating face down or just... gonem taken under the waves of the river never to return. You've definitely got time to pick up at least three of them without much effort assuming you know how to swim. Even if you don't, you're much more floaty than you were before, for certain reasons. Honestly speaking, you're not sure you could've done more damage if you'd been at full power in this scenario.

"For fuck's sake, where's Tony!?" You hear a gangster shout in horror and frustration, only for a distant, but increasingly loud rumble to be heard in the distance, on the side of the shore that you're closer to. If you were to look in that direction, you'd see bright, glaring headlights as a really, really nice looking bright red muscle car comes driving along the narrow road passed the bank, coming to a stop about a hundred meters from your location as a few thugs scramble out of the combat area to meet the occupants of the vehicle. A couple of them are holding some of your stuff in their arms as they run.

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You can go ahead and decide what those bits and baubles are if you like. Also, about that ratio of sexes and whatnot, what sounds good to you in terms of like, male, female and hermaphrodites?

[porne]

Activating my environmental helmet spell, I dive into the water, salvaging everything that looks valuable, including a few people that will serve as informants or possibly as someone to test my skills on. Or to sire a child in when I finally grow my dick back.

Still, I salvage as much material as I can before my spell runs out, and I am forced to leave, grabbing any female forms that look like they'll survive. Hoping out, I seek out another deserted alley and switch to my Portable Space, ready to bust any heads that aren't the appropriate amount of contrite. I summon some rope to tie up any of the forms that are here and unlikely to need healing. Being my 'personal' portable space, I am nearly a god here, and I can move things to and fro at will. I keep my organ closet properly secured far away from the 'rooms' I have set aside for personal use. I do create a few more rooms, just blank beige cloud walls for now, to keep my prisoners in.

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Probably all female or futa, she still thinks of herself as a male, and I want the sudden urge to be bred by a powerful male/futa to be a surprise. I'll leave them up to you, but I happen to have a strong interest in the more amazonian physiques. Lootwise, I think a golem core or a book of runes, and maybe some generic vendor trash that can be exchanged for local coin would work best.

[Mashugana]

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Got, I'll be sure to take that into account

(5) You manage to get a hold of that tome Frog Face was holding, along with a cracked golem core and several pieces of treasure, notably a couple of onyxes and a heavy platinum bracelet, with several small emeralds embedded inside. This particular item was somewhat special: You'd "acquired" it from a particularly cocky female fire drake who'd thought she could get away with bullying the "dumpster dragon" while nobody was looking and wound up getting more than she'd bargained for. It might have a touch of sentimental value for that depending on how you felt, but then again that'd surely get you a nice chunk of change too. Captive wise, however, your pickings are more slim: Most of the available targets are either dead or too fucked up to be viable for much without a lot of medical assistance. Still, you do manage to pick up Wool Head, a younger thug who looked like she was fine, if terrified and a wounded, older human woman before they drown and slink off. Behind you, if you look, you'll see a very large, powerful figure step out of the vehicle and turn slightly towards you as you climb out of the other end. You can't see the figure clearly features wise, which is strange given your senses. As if something's interfering with your vision when it comes to this individual. You can however make out that they're wearing a copper colored, tiger print like striped suit.

(13) Most of the guys on your side of the river are too busy trying to get survivors of the wreck out to want to fuck with you after all that mess, and the few that do are easy enough to evade, but it's likely that once the chaos of the situation dies down there'll be a search. You'll definitely want to question your new roommates once you've got a chance.

Speaking of, Wool Head is the only one willing to fight you directly now: the younger goblinoid looking kid's too busy looking after the older woman and honestly, probably shouldn't have even been there to begin with considering her age, if you're any judge. Wool Head's still tired and banged up though, so you have some small trouble tying her down and wind up having to put her in a hog tie compared to her compadres. She curses and swears at you the whole time too, too caught up in a mixture of rage and confusion to be all that legible, but the threat of "skull fucking you with a red hot trowel" and stuffing your snatch full of hornets is fairly clear, and the short kick in the thigh emphasizes that point. This one's probably gonna need some mellowing out.

Still, you're safe, and you've recovered at least some of your treasure and killed a few people. Not a bad first night in... wherever the fuck this was.

[porne]

Hm, my trophy can stay put for now, I've got plenty of other less valuable loot that can be turned into liquid currency as needed. I stretch after finishing hogtying the wool headed bitch. Seeing the injured woman, I link to my storage area, pulling out some of my healing goop that I'm glad survived the transit process. It's a thick, white paste substance, a little weird to feel and taste, but it works wonders for healing injuries. I've also been told it has other properties for my mission, but that'll be for later.

Now... the strange shadowy man, that's an issue for later. I store the damaged golem core for now, when I begin to expand again, I can add another golem to my internal servants, maybe I'll do something that catalogs and sorts material or something? Hmm, possibly a scrivener drone, one that is constantly putting together low level enchanted gear for me. I still have my own integrated spells, as well as the transit spell to send any progeny back home, but it'll be a while since the fuckers in charge decided I shouldn't have my cock.

Turning to the goblin kid and old woman, I begin to interrogate them, asking the basics to start with. I need to know about this city, and anyone that doesn't cooperate, well, my digestion system is quite robust and able to handle disposal of any 'evidence'.

[Mashugana]

The older lady appears to be reluctant, but Goblin Girl, GG for short, appears talkative. Maybe it's out of fear of what you might be do, maybe she's worried about what might happen to her and her friends, but either way she talks after some time, even as her elder glares at her sullenly and turns away from you in silent defiance.

"This is Katowasa, on the San-jeon river. We're a pretty big trading hub I guess, and a lot of stuff comes through on the rivers and roads and such. There's a lot of little businesses and restaurants and stuff that we, uh..."

"It's also owned by us, the Tora. Guessing you wouldn't know that or else you wouldn't have just picked a fight like that." The older one chimes in, a trickle of cocky aggression in her voice as she glowers at you. "Look, you got some valuable shit there, and you're pretty tough I'll give ya that, but honestly? You should probably just let us go and get out of the country while you can, cause I can guarantee that every Tora clansman is going to be hunting you within the next few hours, if they aren't already."

Behind you, you can hear Wool Head thrashing around violently despite the hogtie, to the point that she's almost starting to pop out of her suit. GG is silent for a few seconds, before seeming to make a quick guess.

"That... that stuff's yours, isn't it?"

[porne]

I feel my scales and horns fully manifest as begin to get angry. I tower over the old woman. "Maybe you shouldn't be taking things that aren't yours. I assure you, I can disappear your corpse better than your gang can, so much so that they'll never even find bone chips in the shit I leave behind." I growl at her.

"Yes, it's all mine. You wouldn't happen to know where the rest of it is, would you?" I ask her, but despite my insistence, I'll need to wrap this up in a hurry. The fact that shifting to my Portable Space is a type of teleportation and very clearly resembles it, doesn't mean I can stay here for ever. I suppose I could try to manifest in the alley from before, which would definitely make escaping easier. Hm, let's do that, it's both where I landed and somewhere I opened a portal before, so I should have a good grip on that location. I survey my transit bubble as I lock the three prisoners away from anything valuable. I'll feed them later, food for the goblin girl, either bio-accelerant or something equally boring for the others.