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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>>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*
[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
[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)
[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
[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
[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
[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)
[1d20 = 20]
*Uses giant to cushion fall*
*Makes straight path back towards Flashy*
[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.