/vx/ - Videogames and Paranormal

>>12714
>the suffering of innocents
>Is a Troll
..For it, or against it...?

>>12713
"Hmmmm. They were nice accomodations, but I'm a man of the sea. I don't need lavish apartments, or views, why would I? I have the open sea!" He downs the remainder of this flagon and slams it on the table. "Moar booze!" he shouts to no one in particular, though a serving wench quickly moves to oblige.

>>12715
Against. She'll fuck with players and participants all day, but in the same sense that she rebuked Tracy for killing the copper mare, she gets angry Celestia-faced when there are people wantonly suffering in her sight.

>>12711
>no braveheart
Fuck you
https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=lEOOZDbMrgE
I can't find shit thats better
Can Torc shoot lightning out his arse?

>>12717
Fucking unicorns, thinking they're so great...
>>12718
This is why your character is still a virgin.

Tracy appraises various objects around the room, still trying to gather information.

>>12718
>no braveheart
>braveheart
What did I just say? SMH
Alright, pause for a moment.
What effect does Torcuil want to unleash? Realize, he's in a room with bound captives and a unicorn. There's no threat present. What kinda meme would help the situation?

>>12716
Well, since he won't take Trump's Bonds, an IOU, and he won't take the penthouse, I guess Trump's only real option is to go home and beg Lenos for a small loan of 5000 sheckels in jewelry that totes isn't for that guy he hates. Trump should 5000 worth in fast sailing ships, restaurants, and stocks in the factories, but if the dwarf doesn't want the penthouse or the bonds, I don't think he'd accept those. Trump could offer fancy dresses and fine alcohol, but he doesn't have enough.
"Well, it's been a great night, but I think I have to take off. I have an early day tomorrow. Please enjoy yourself and your revitalized city. And please, please. Join us tomorrow in the suites at the stadium for Football"

Trump turns to Tracy, and tries to sound as happy as he can. He moves aside to make sure the dwarf can't hear him say this
"I failed, and my quarry got away. I know you have questions you want answered, and I don't know if you are willing to wait for tomorrow. Come home with me, don't leave me empty handed. But if you want to stay here, well, may you have happier hunting than I"

>>12724
Uhhhh
Trollestia, meet me in the city
>teleports behind Krak
Nothing Personal kid
>knocks him the fuck out

>>12726
[consoling pony noises]
*follows closely*
Prick. I wanted to kill something tonight.

>>12726
Whisper whisper
ASK THE PONY
>>12727
Uh, no. You're unaware of Korak's current location (necessary for teleport) and even if you were it wouldn't play out that way.
>>12728
You'll get your chance soon.

Trollestia continues stomping on the chains and hardware. She's making slow progress, but it will take her some time to break through. As she does so, movement can be heard on the deck, slowly making its way toward the stairs.

>>12731
As in tonight? My character has hit a dead end

>>12732
>irritated shuffling intensifies
You should really ask the pony. Maybe she stumbled across a treasure trove in one of her new pockets or something,....

>>12733
Alright then,

"Did you find anything of use Tracy?"

>>12735
Trump goes in to kiss Tracy regardless. This time, he is not cut off. There is no guest to offend

>>12735
".... I... I have assets.. What's mine is-"
>>12737
[passionate french-kissing pony noises]

>>12736
"That's more than loot! That's my private stash! Its the FINEST!!" Indignantly.
>>12734
If I were you, this is what I'd go with. https://youtu.be/uttV1VZUgQQ

>>12739
Ugh I'm retarded
Music starts playing

Yes, that is directed both at Torcuil (in immediate context), and also directed from Torcuil to Trollestia.

>>12740
Splendid! (All that one took was a websearch. e_O)
With a flash of magic, the chains binding the elves shatter. They look at Torcuil and then at Trollestia (with whom they can intuitively communicate). She gives them a confident nod, and they begin climbing to their feet.
As this happens, the wrecked door is suddenly burst more open by a pair of well-dressed pirates.
"Oi, what're you about?" one says as both draw swords.

>>12740
Don't forget the shield bracers

>>12742
Apparently, love...
>something about two seamen, navy is gay, that shit
And now, Lightning out of Torcs arse

>>12744
Image didnt attach

>>12745
A bolt of lightning shoots from Torcuil's fingers, dropping both pirates in a heap. The below-deck is clear, as most of the crew is engaged in revelry in town. Trollestia stands behind, while the elves are waiting in fear behind.

>>12738
By the way Tracy, feel free to ignore all of this is you want to bolt out and do your own thing. My character is firmly done with pirates for the night
"Don't worry about it. We'll get it later. Bastard won't accept any money accept hard coin so unless you have 30 pounds of metal on you it won't be of any use until tomorrow anyways"

But Trump doesn't really feel interested in talking, since there are better things to do with his mouth. He continues kissing her, and starts to walk down the stairs, and to the apartment tower only a few blocks away. he carries Tracy with a hand on her rump and another wrapped around her back.

He goes to the penthouse of the tower and looks out on the lit ships coming into the harbor, which are visible from the completely dark room. The Penthouse is now a sort of symbol, representing that he did not get what he wanted, but he kept what he already had. He feels up and down Tracy, appreciating her mane and pony body.

He takes her to a bed and lays her upon it. There are no lights on inside, nor are any blinds closed. The only light comes from the city below and the ships in harbor, leaving the room dark. Trump has sex with her as a man properly loves a mare, before laying down to go to sleep holding Tracy

Actually Tracy, you can probably also leave an hour after this point. Trump won't really care

>>12737
*grasps the back of your head and moans*

>>12746
Follow me
>walks slowly onto deck

>>12747
Well while you're doing that (you're unaware, but I'm filling in) Torcuil has just liberated a dozen or so slaves and has taken the lower deck of the Cunt.

>>12747
.... Well, that happened.
>you can probably also leave an hour after this point.
But she WOULDN'T. She's too dazed and put at peace by what just happened. She'd lay by you all night long, nestled next to you.

.....

>>12750
As Torcuil emerges from below, a trio of pirates from the perimeter of the ship become alarmed,
"Oi!", "You there!", "Stop right there!", and all three draw swords. Trollestia is at your rear.

All 3 are out of range, and closing. No one can attack, but Torcuil has magic. Meme, good sir?

>>12753
Couldn't their combined powers teleport all the slaves to a safe location?

>shield bracers
Hey, nice swords, though I think your friends may want to see it
>torc uses magno rod to fling a sword threw an eye of each pirate

>>12752
Kek, sorry to fuck you out of an adventure
>>12751
Where is the Cunt parked exactly? If it's docked in just the wrong place, the Harbor may be liable for damages, and they'd have to pay for the value of the lost goods. If it's moored off shore, then he's just going to have to take the loss. Either way, Trump is going to personally lead a team of blood hounds to look for one of the missing slaves as soon as he hears about it

>>12756
The move removes the blades of all three, but only one blade connects.
There are two disarmed pirates still advancing, one pulling a dagger and another moving over toward a cannon.
"This'll teach ye to fuck with us."
As dagger pirate closes, Torcuil gets an attack of opportunity.

>>12758
e_e lame

>>12760
Have I not indicated that the pirates brought out the worst in him?

>>12760
I never said he'd return her to him.

>>12761
Not overtly that I'm aware of. Noted tho

>>12759
https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=i8ju_10NkGY
Baseball time?
>swing staff like a bat at the closest one