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