Torcuil has spent the last spent the last hour at a fever pitch of activity, grabbing books, discarding them, shuffling papers, analyzing diagrams,... he knows he's on the verge of something, and something big. Tracy continues to try and vie for Trump's attention with a variety of methods. Let's not forget that Trump is a 6'2" human, and Tracy is,... what, 3'6" standing upright? Thez has fallen asleep in her zombie-bath, and dusk approaches.
Oh yeah, this is the Tabletop Gaming continuation thread from
https://mlpol.net/vx/res/20.html if ya didn't know. Pull up a chair! New players are always welcome.
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>irritated
And by the way, I'm supposed to make you ask John Elway about this! Xp
This is totally out of character!
>>1526*hugs leg tighter*
Where you go, I'll go. I'm not about to let some half-baked assassins hired by a bunch of butthurt bronies take out my Flashy, before we've even had our honeymoon.
>>1527*Trump sinks*
>>1529I was in an encounter with cartel remnants, damn it1
>>1530>Thez shrugs as she starts descending the main staircase.I'm not here to begrudge whatever you had going on or whatever you may have going on in the future. The basic situation is that this is a world in which to murder things, and engage in all manner of RP tomfoolery.
>Begins to step outside, from the base of the stairsI mean, if any of this made a lick of sense...
>is cut off as she's sent flying by a man-sized boulder thrown from somewhere in the southeast
*Gently rubs chest fluff against your side*
>>1531*rubbing stops*
*Unsheathes knife*
>>1531Trump looks on in a stupor, remembering Elway's words, and takes longer than you'd expect to react to the obvious attack
*takes opportunity to resume rubbing, eyes fixed on the direction of the attack though*
Still dismayed (it isn't every day you learn about your death), Trump picks up his sword and shield, and turns towards the direction from whence the object came
>>1537*Quits rubbing, and unsheaves two more knives*
"She was our only lead., think she's dead?"
red lines = trajectory of boulder (kek)
yellow lines = potential location of boulder thrower
[1d20 = 18]>>1537*brushes back against yours, looking in every direction behind you*
>>1539Roll for detection
>>1540You hear faint voices.
"Yo see what I'm sayin? Aint nobody been around here for a COUPLE a minnits, ya know what I'm sayin'? In fat, why don't we make this OUR stompin' graound?
>voice is approacing
>growing even closer
FROM NOW ON
says the unidentified voice from the south
>>1541*Trump turns to face the voices, sword in hand and pointed at his foes.*
>>1541*Ears twitch*
"There's something comming..! These thuggish voices... remind me of.. home..!"
*raises knives, prepared to engage hostiles*
WE decide what is and what isn't around here! No more second-hand scraps, no more waiting for the uppity workers to provide for us.
Here we will make OUR claim, and DAMN those who expect us to cater to their whims!
>Several voices cheer and join in.
>pic is orator on building (feet)
>>1545He's on top of the building?
[1d10 = 6]>>1546Alright, I know how to deal with these faggots
COME AT ME!
Picks up Tracy, and throws her on the roof. Roll for success
[1d10 = 2]
Trumpaladin yells at the menace. "this here is OUR land, and you have 10 minutes to vacate the premises"
>seriously seriously hopes Torcuil's player nis OK
>this is what he's seeing
>>1550As far as throwing Tracy you rolled a 6 so no. At best, you attempted to grab her but got kicked away, though she's blushing for some reason.
>>1554*Trump studies his position and sees he's not going to be able to attack creatures on the roof with his sword, nor will he be able to climb up there through any known vector. As he waits for a change in circumstance, he checks on Thez*
>>1555>oh them tripsThez is out of sight at the moment, she got whomped. The boulder she was struck with was approximately 4x her weight, moving at about 45 mph.
The dude on the building hears something.
"Aww crap, it looks like we might have to squash a few bugs before we can claim this place."
>>1555Checked.*Follows, glaring cautiously in the direction where the voices came from*
>>1558*running on all fours with knife in maw*
"Dik he shay 'skwuash'?"
[1d20 = 12]>>1558Weapons check: What do I have on me at the moment, besides the longsword and presumably the shield?
There's one standing on the building looking down, and several others further on (about 30-40 yards). You have not been detected.
>>1561Besides that (yes a shield) and your resplendent armor,... not a whole lot. Your character has grown accustomed to welcome, praise, and largesse. You haven't ever had to pack much.
>>1560>he did say skwuash
>>1563I go into the wooded area out of the field, hoping to sneak up upon one
[1d20 = 17]>>1565The top, the advancing, or the hanging?
>>1567The one on top of the building is inaccessible with Melee weapons, presumably Tracy is going towards the "advancing" one, so I guess the "hanging" one.
I'm confused. Which circles in the drawings are the enemy? Also what are these?
>>1568I'm sticking with you.
>>1568Each circle represents a threat and the larger red one,... well you cant see that yet
Pic related is the dude on the roof
>>1570*looks up*
"It just had to be giants..!"
white dude is a Trumparison (lel)
>cheers and support from lagging foes
Fug 'em!
[1d20 = 9]>>1570Well... This is bothersome.
Trumpaladin picks up his assualt pony (Tracy Cage) and tries to trow her, with both knives, onto the shoulders of the giant before him (I guess the circle between the building and the outer circles?) and then picks up his sword to slash the giant's ankles
>>1573Does it have armor, or does it not?
[1d20 = 7]>>1574*blushes at physical contact*
[1d20 = 12]>>1576Would agree to being thrown, if he could clearly throw me that distance, btw
[1d20 = 16]>>1576BY THE POWER OF FOOTBALL
>>1575The advance one no, but the lagging one you can see, yes.
By the way, if players are going to act against eachother, please green-text it or whatever so I know its not bants.
>>1578Indeed
[2d8 = 6]
Tracy, not fully knowing what she is getting herself into, nervously submits to Trumps magnificence. By that I mean, he allows her to throw her in the direction of the opponent,... you sick bastard.
Tracy gets an attack of opportunity which hits cuz you've already scored hits with previous dice.
[1d20 = 1]
Roll jam knives into front of helmet as I land on the titan's shoulders
*straddle helmet*
"If I pulled this thing off, would you die?"
[2d12 = 5]
Tracy successfully embeds herself on the closer giant's shoulders, while Trump successfully surprises the "Dude" with a hack at his ankles
[1d20 = 5]>>1582*Trump takes the opportunity to slash the other ankle*
Dude on the building has a moderate gash that is bleeding, guy a little away has a few nicks and a Tracy, further dudes have a thing that they're messing with.
[1d20 = 9]
*Attempts to turn helmet backwards to blind giant*
[1d20 = 7]>>1586Are Tracy and I attacking the same giant or two different ones?
[1d6 = 1]>>1585>takes a nick but otherwise evadesBugger, these fleas have some bite to 'em
>middle giantWot... the... sonofa....
>3rd and 4thOi, simmer down ya wanky cunt
[1d6 = 1]>>15882 different. There's 4 in total, one on the building (the Dude), one near, and two more far
[1d20 = 15]*Trump attempts to cut out the tendons in each ankle to force the giant to the ground*
>>1589*Takes another stab*
May football guide me!
Does the one I'm on have a helmet?
Middle Giant reaches around to mash Tracy, which fails as she ducks between/around folds of clothing (outta pre-rolled dice so make sure to roll 'em)
[1d20 = 4]>>1593I'm gonna have to fucking leave for at least half an hour... Sorry...
[2d8 = 7]>>1591Trump scores a solid blow, to the opposite leg of the Dude.
>>1592Not a helmet but a bandanna, which you successfully tangle around your opponent like a blindfold.
[1d20 = 16]
*Trump looks back at Tracy as says "Well. I can't say 'I trust her as far as I can throw her'"*
Rolling for a stab, and then twist, right into the left ankle of the giant
>>1596>>1595Alright, that's got to be enough to force this one to the ground
[2d8 = 10]>>1594Don't ever apologize again. Ever. I'm still only fleshing out the most viable method, and accommodating anons is the least I can do. Plz post again when less involved.
And yes, the Dude's shit is jacked sufficiently that he falls backward into a squirting mess. I mean he's alive, and he's still kicking, but he's down.
[1d20 = 3]>>1599*advances towards the Giant's neck, taking an indirect and parabolic path to try to avoid possible flailing limbs*
[2d12 = 16]>>1600>missed with attack roll, but Football dubsYou stick him good and proper
[1d20 = 14]>>1601*Trump goes for a final blow to neck to severe the artery, and, if not kill it instantly, cause it to bleed out*
At this point, Tracy is respectfully unable to continue, so I would postpone for the time being. A giant lays around the building, a second one not far off with a Tracy on his shoulders, with still two more and a thing a short way off.
>I can still answer questions in the meantime
>meanwhile, Torcuil sits atop the dais trying to figure out the building
>>1602>Coup de gracenoted
[1d20 = 1]
I'm back although I might have to stop again.
Attempt something like pic related.
Okay, not so bad, you just lose your handhold long enough to miss your attack.
Trump's move
(or Torcuil's >_<`)
O wait, Trump is burying the hatchet.
"Oi, wait wut"
Cries the giant as Trump grabs him by the Pussy. This was supposed to a delightful jaunt with his fellow Giants, claiming new terf,....
[1d20 = 19]>>1608"Hmmm... they are too tall to be Mexicans. So who are these invaders? Oh well, all the same in principle." Trump remarks to himself as the Giant dies
Trump advances towards the fourth giant, further away, having presumably lost the element of surprise
>>1611>You didn't have a valid visa when you crossed the border
[1d20 = 19]
*Stabs into space b/w neck and collarbone*
[1d100 = 92]
>Trump
Meanwhile Tracy rolls a crit (remember that keen edge bit earlier)
>>1605Okay, that's what happened
>>1614>(remember that keen edge bit earlier)Xan i increase my dice?
[1d20 = 8]>>1614Trump goes towards giant 4 to repeat essentially the same line of attack, first attacking the feat and ankles. (also, if tracy is encountered along the ways he would have to throw Tracy at Giant 1 on top of the building - otherwise, he's too high up to be attacked by melee fighters)
>>1619confused, I though the Dude was Trump's first victim, the middle guy being Tracy's (there's two left, and a pet btw)
>>1620There were three in the forest right? And one on the building?
[1d20 = 20]
*Uses giant to cushion fall*
*Makes straight path back towards Flashy*
>>1621Yes, U killed dude on the building, and Tracy killed the other nearest. There's still a pair and their thingy.
>Tracy's giant finally stops moving
[1d100 = 89]>>1622>with dubs even
[1d20 = 6]>>1623Uh, okay. I guess that makes the foward pass with tracyball unnecessaryContinues towards Giant 4 and stabs the left ankle
[1d10 = 8]
Tracy maneuvers to brace herself as the giant she stands atop begins to buckle, but the beast is not (at this second) fully dead. In its death-throes it catches the edge of Tracy's satchel, and in a moment of absolute serendipity sends her flying into (lit) one of the remaining two.
From her vantage point, she can see that they're loosing a hydra.
[1d100 = 49]
The giant (now "the left one") buries its axe in the ground near your feet.
The (now) right one has a Tracy sticking out of its shoulder.