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
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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*
>>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)
[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? >>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
[1d20 = 7]>>1574*blushes at physical contact*
[1d20 = 12]>>1576Would agree to being thrown, if he could clearly throw me that distance, btw