Oooh, clever! I like. I'll keep a virtual die handy for this.
... What was it that got stuck in the tree..?
Erm. Lets just head south until we find something interesting. And keep our girlcock in our panties.
Anyways, South is where all the cool kids go.
Southward you are bound, your head hurting from all of the logistics. Night soon falls upon you after you (accidentally) crash into slumber. This is exactly what based goddess Tumblr warned you about when she stated in her tenets that logic is the bane of all things.
The journey continues as soon as you wake, and the group walks along the designated cobbled path at the behest of Jaheira. Jaheira is a strong independent woman with a whipped husband, so you don't question her judgement.
You feel yourself getting closer to
the edge of the map your destination, but that isn't the only thing you feel. Something is watching your every move from the darkness of the woods.
Kobolds! Awww, how cute. They yip just like puppies! You're distracted long enough for one of them to gnaw on your ankles, and suddenly they're not so cute anymore. Screaming uncontrollably and attracting even more kobolds your way, you beat it in the head with a stick rather than the more logical action of stabbing it in the head with your sword.
Jaheira and her husband make quick work of them as you sit behind a giant boulder, crying and holding your poor, poor ankle.
Ya should bandage that, Imoen suggests.
But it hurts and you could get some pity points out of it, so you just continue crying. This goes on until it's clear you won't be getting any pity, save from the dirty - if submissive - cis male Khalid, so you dry your tears and bandage it yourself. It wasn't even that deep anyway, not that you'd readily admit it.
According to a stone sign you pass, you're headed to Beregost. Maybe once you're there you'll be able to get a nice bath in.
Just along the path, you meet a messenger. He doesn't really have anything interesting to say, save that he's headed to Beregost and blah blah blah.
There isn't anything to respond to, and he doesn't seem interested in conversing with a beautiful transwomyn anyway like the transphobe he is, so you let him be on his way.
Uh, transphobic shitlord?
???
You would assume that he's an... exceptional individual, but that would be ableist and you know how Tumblr feels about ableism. Of course, he's also a transphobe so maybe that tenet doesn't apply.
In a few hours' time, you arrive in Beregost.
Your first sight of the town is... a couple of cows. You're pretty sure they're stealthily insulting you and your beautiful transness, your proof of that your feelings of oppression. You remove your journal from your pack to crywrite some more when Imoen interrupts you, barely containing her excitement.
