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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[1d20 = 12]
"Earth ponies weren't meant to flyyy~yyyy!!"
*Gets ready to stab anything in front of me*
[1d20 = 17]>>1627Trump tries to jump onto the axe, and run up the arm of the giant
Trump is less agile... not as sure about this course of action >>1631Landed, you're now at the giant's (pick a side) inner elbow
>>1630You find yourself halfway into the giant's shoulder, covered in (more) blood.
[1d20 = 8]>>1632Trump climbs the arm towards the neck and head
[1d20 = 19]>>1632*Reflexively stabs into neck*
[2d20 = 12]>>1633Stumbling as you advance the giant swings to swat at you.
>>1634Surprised, the giant attempts to grab at the sensation in his shoulder.
Both miss. Your diminuative size (respectively) llows you to dart in and around the giant's hand(s)
And you guys r gonna hate me, but I have to run to the grocery store right now. I'm serious, I'm being irritatingly waited on. I'll be back asap.
[1d20 = 8]>>1635Jump to the underside of the Arm as he swings to avoid, but still advancing upwards
>is back and still nothing from Torcuil. I had hoped.
>>1644Eh sorry m8
I turn to Thez askeing what the fucking hell is going on hout there
>>1645>(You)No worries fam, no worries
[1d20 = 5]>>1645OH WAIT
sorry jist read the previous shitI run out and roll to try abspell I learned from reading about the dias
[1d20 = 16]>>1649I roll to summon this strange creature I found in ny studys
I believe the books called him "Pe-pe"?
[2d20 = 32]>>1638You successfully climb atop the shoulder and make eye contact with the giant.
[1d20 = 16]
*slashes at giant thumb*
[1d20 = 9]>>1651*Tries to think of something memey to say, but can't, so Trumpaladin jumps up and lunges at the eye with his sword in a stabbing motion
[1d20 = 12]
*still slashing out of habit*
>>1652You're sticking out of the shoulder, the thumb isnt in range.
>>1654His sword tangles in the giant's eyelashes and fail to pierce the eye
[1d20 = 14]>>1655That's the spirit.
Like a burrowing insect, Tracy begins to tear at the flesh around her.
Meanwhile, Trump dashes headlong at his foe. Clinging to his opponent's face, he gets swatted.
<SMACK> >>1658Nothing seems to have happened
[1d20 = 9]>>1659Awwwwwww fug
Uhh lets see giants is some time of weird ass lava beast
I ROLL FOR IRMA TO HIT THE GIANT
[1d20 = 9]
*Burrowing into shoulder like a fucking botfly*
"You're a big guy, aren't you?"
[5d6 = 15]>>1660Your giant attempts to smack you, but in the process overbalances its self, and in the process of trying to right its self falls flat on one of your knives. You're quite safe and sound, but it seems dazed from the fall.
[1d20 = 12]>>1665*Instinctively goes for neck arteries*
[1d20 = 18]
Meanwhile in the distance, a boulder can be seen to lift for a moment, then reorient its self. Its still for a moment, when can be heard a: "HUUUAHHHHH!"
The boulder spins a bit and lifts high into the air before crashing down upon its original position.
[1d20 = 3]
*Jams knife between disks in spinal cord*
[1d20 = 11]>>1669You can go deeper, but its dead. All that remains is the one vs. Trump. Oh, and the Hydra
>ROOOOOOOOAAAAAARRRRRRRThis particular hydra has 7 heads and a particularly thick shell plating.
[1d20 = 4]>>1673Ahh shit, now its a hydra
/cancel spell last
Anyway
Um
Roll for fireball?
[1d20 = 17]*Crawls out of giant's body, like a hatching maggot, licking lips in Frenzy*
"Fucking pussy!"
Makes a rush towards where I sensed Flashy earlier*
>>1674>implying you can cancel meme magic >>1673>From behind him crusader Pepe walks and says (with exactly that expression) What the hell am I supposed to do. Do I look like I'm suited for this situation? No, I'm a parody of this situation. SMH.
[1d20 = 10]
*Continues to gallop towards the spot where, Flashy landed*
"Flashy! Are you alright?!"
>The boulder that lifted up earlier and then comedically (in context) came crashing down where it began lifts its self up again, this time landing safely to the side.
"Oh hell no!"
>Thez jumps up from the spot and then disappears
>>1677Well, he got smacked good and hard, but he hasn't lost his footing. You do arrive at the feet of the giant who he's standing on though
[1d20 = 14]>>1679*Makes slash at sinews, but continues towards the point where flashy landed*
>>1680"Dumb frog-summoner!"
[1d20 = 6]>>1681OI FUCK OF WANKSTAIN
Pepe, can you do anything to help?
[1d20 = 4]
Falling down onto the shoulder, Trump aims his sword at an artery, then drives it into the neck of the giant
>>1682I'd try a meme that in some way disparages the giant, is ironically themed to parody the scenario, or express some aspect of the desired outcome (ex. Pence memes might cast lightning?)
[1d20 = 20]
AAAAAND... There goes my wifi
Anyway, diregard that "point where he landed" part.
Just go for the sinews.
[1d20 = 7]>>1684I pull out beans and try to infuse them with magic
Sadly I dont have acsess to my meme statch right now
[1d20 = 2]>>1685Crouched down with one hand on the shoulder for stability, Trump trusts with all of his effort again at the giant's neck
Taking a stab in the ankle and still barely fending off the guy at his throat, the giant decides he's had enough of this and runs off, releasing the mechanism restraining the hydra... and taking Trump with him.
>>1687The memes are inside you, Anon.
[1d20 = 18]>>1689REEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE
*gallops off after husbando-stealing giant at breakneck speed*
>>1690Thanks for the encouragement
But theyre actually in my hard drive
ANYONE GOT A SLING?
[1d20 = 12]
Having had enough himself, Trump tries to find a way to jump down off of the giant
>>1693Trump makes steady progress, climbing down along the giant's back to avoid getting hit by passing vegetation.
>>1691Is able to keep pace but not quite catch the giant
>>1692Pepe:. . .
>>1694Stupid frog
Whats the status of that hurricane?
The hydra, loosed from its bonds begins to thrash its various necs around before orienting eerily simulatneously at Torcuil. It charges at him.
Remember, it's just a snek.
>>1697If I were you, and I were trying to summon Irma, I might start with this one, taken from one of the main page threads. Xp
[2d20 = 32]
Having run a decent distance away, the giant w/ Trump comes screeching to a halt, grabbing at Trump with both hands.
>>1701Did not mean to post that...
[1d20 = 12]>>1702Aww Hell no. I was going to let the fucker go but now it's STAB SLASH AND STAB at the giant's hands
[1d20 = 1]>>1702*Catches up to giant, and searches for a weak point, knife in maw*
[1d100 = 44]>>1704Uhm,... he miss with one hand but critted with the other
>>1706Fuck!
Didn't even mean to roll..
Trump is not doing so well. He's still holding on, and he still has his sword (his shield was lost somewhere along the way) but he's still fighting, he's still in it to win it, and he's gonna make wherever the hell this is great again.
He makes his way to the ground as Tracy positions herself for a strike.
[1d20 = 3]>>1711Stabs the fucker in the ankle. Right, dead center of the bone so it kind of bounces off and into the surrounding tendons, and once it is buried, positions himself on top of the foot and slice through the rest of the ankle like through a watermelon
>>1705>"No U" anon!The Hydra is almost upon Torcuil, its many heads eagerly ready to snap down
[1d20 = 12]
*takes out two more knives to triple wield*
*Lunges for the sinew in left leg*
"DON'T. TOUCH. MY. FLASHY!!!"
"NO U!!"
Like a bolt from the sky, Thez streaks down punching through and into the giant's skull cavity. The giant stumbles to the side for a moment, and then collapses in a heap.
[1d20 = 17]>>1714Trump says "fuck it," and walks away from the giant and going towards the building, with vegetation and Tracy allowing his exit
[1d20 = 11]>>1713I cast teleportation
I move the giant so it will step on big snek
If the foot is detached Ill just take that
At the same time Tracy circumstantially learns a 3-hit combo on the giant's leg
>>1717Plz note, most of the rolls I'm making are for things that are going to happen, not what is happening.
[7d20 = 59]Thez crawls out of the giant's fractured skull as the Hydra bears down on Torc.
>>1721You step on snek.
[1d20 = 19]>>1719>>1717Disappointed at seeing someone else take her kill, Tracy merely glares at Thez, before continuing after her husbando, before he gets himself killed. She thinks to inquire Thez about wtf is going on, but she's got bigger fish to fry.
"You're not going without me, buster!"
She yells, as she pursues him, covered in blood."
[1d100 = 30]
Okay wait a second. Nah, that doesn't happen.
>sigh
Okkay. In its anticipation of eating the tasty morsel that has presented itself, somehow it failed. I'm not even sure how to describe how it failed so we'll just go with the dice
>>1722I book it while multi snek
Yells "I SPECIFICLY REQUESTED THE OPPISITE OF THIS"
>>1725You increase from 6ish feet tall to 25ish feet tall (proportionately)
Okay, so the Hydra bites its self, and then gets in an argument with its self about who's fault it was and loses all actions for the round
[1d20 = 8]>>1723Rolling to tackle (hug) Flashy, to the ground, as he runs like a cowering faggot.
[1d20 = 2]>>1728You succeed in attaching yourself to him, but he is still quite upright and stable.
The Hydra looks at Torcuil as a threat rather than prey and adopts a more cautious posture lashing out only with a couple of its heads.
>>1726UH GUYS, A LITTLE HELP OVER HERE?
[1d20 = 1]
>in reference to Torcuil..
*panting*
"H-he's a big guy..!"