The latest segment of our little adventure begins with the party frozen stiff,... because we ended it on a still-frame. Trump is bleeding and bruised, with an almost unnoticeable limp, while Tracy is still shuddering from Trump's ill placed hand earlier. Thez is nearby flicking giant-brain from her shoulder, while Giga-Torcuil - essentially a giant bearded scotsman in a plaid robe - wrestles with a 7-headed hydra (and losing I might add).
By the way, had I remembered that there was a hydra in MLP, I'd have used imagery much sooner.
Crap, wrong image.
There. So that, except with 7 heads, and most of them have a grip on Torcuil's 'not suited for wrestling with hydras' forearms. He's a bit of a bleeder it looks like.
For those not in the know, this is the continuation of a hybrid Dungeons and Dragons campaign which has been modified to suit anonymous image-boards. New players are always welcome, please just announce your interest in playing and we'll figure it out as we go.
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>>1902You immediately find a whole section devoted to potions. Specific interest?
>>1903Transformation or healing
There's plenty of information. If you're looking to synthesize healing and/or transformation potions, you may consider yourself having sufficient information. Unfortunately, there's not much in the way of ingredients available, and while the mess hall can synthesize food, it can't recreate the fundamental properties that make components effective. Also, sorry for dubs.
>Thez noms from a big jar of Hydra-jerkey
>>1901Alright. As a cleric, you're welcome to use a zweihander, and you can use some armor, but only piecemail (think chainmail with spaulders, greaves, and occasional plates).
>not part of the Kreigsmesser master race Xp >tfw you're the only one here RPing as a mudpony
I didn't realize this would just be three weeks of gladiator style battles. Can GM point me to anything my character could use in this room? Or how I can develop the story of this game?
>>1905Okay, can I at least have a reciepe for one and/or the other so I can realize how screwd I am?
>>1912>kek confirms Claymore master race with pistol-getHaha plebs
Anyway, whats the recipe?
YOU CANT JUST SAY "sure"
I cannot go: I must fulfill my role as the psychotic stalker.
*trots off to football shrine to find the Trumpadin*
Suddenly Thez springs to her feet.
"Alright! Enough of this lagging around! I say the time has come where we explore this strange world and learn of the cities and the people and the world we find ourselves in
and get back my record-contract! Anyone feeling up for it?
>>1913I'll do you one better. If you're out and about, you can make a simple potion out of simple ingredients, the availability of which can be determined with a die roll (by the way, you might want to "grab some potion making stuff). More complicated potions require the equipment you can find here in the 'library'.
>>1909Please note, your character hears none of this. He's still facing the door.
>>1914Where is Trumpadin anyway?
I want to talk to him about this "foot-ball"
And its magical propertys
*Ignores Thez and creeps up on Flashy using assasin stealth*
>>1917Idk, but he's gonna get >raped if he doesn't act soon.
>>1913 Oh cool
WHAT DO YOU MEAN RECORD-CONTRACT?
>>1918>rapedSheeeeeiiiiiiiiittttttttttt
So whats Thez doing?
Are we realing going on an adventure to who knows where to do who knows what for who knows who all for who knows why?
The Football shrine's power heals all damage and status ailments, but characters can still take damage within the shrine, correct, even if it's healed instantly?
>>1926"Unless you wanna stay holed up here,... me, I wanna know what's changed in the Game
and get back my record contract"
She's standing on one of the tables, but she's only 4' tall normally, so she stands slightly taller than Trump.
>>1927Pretty much. Its essentially a spot where you can <click> You're healed!
*brandishes giant's bone, looming just behind the praying figure of Flashy, his tacky, golden armor glistening in the light of the football*
>>1931Oh shit,
Wait
>boneAm...
Am Inthinking too far into this?
*WHAAAM*
*kKnocks-out the completely unsuspecting Paladin, just long enough to drag him away from the shrine*
"Praise football." Tracy snickers
Thez calls after: "Here, you might want to drink plenty of water!"
Also confederate anon/Infernius: You're in the room to the right of the one with an X on it (that one was Tracy's room).
*Drags towards personal room, Humming to self*
"We're going to have some fun tonight, ~Flashy."
>*Binds limbs with giant's sinews*
"Good, old-fashioned, all-Equestrian FUN!"
>>1941>>1942*stops* I dont like where this is goingI step outside seeing if there is any supplies at all
"Its times like this I'm glad to be Neutral Evil," Thez giggles and turns back to Torcuil. "Well, you mind waiting a moment for them to,... re-emerge?"
>>1943What kinda supplies? If you mean food, you can carry about 2 weeks worth of dry goods, readily available in the Mess. Bedrolls and the like are also available.
>>1945Nah, I meant like wood, corpses, magical runes predicting your moms damnation. you know, the norm
>>1944Eh fine you bastard
>>1945Assume this is all entirely premeditated and that I already brought all the crap I'm about to use.
(Still humming)"~Hmmhmm..!"
>*tosses on bed*>*Begins undressing. Keen-edged knives slicing through retarded gold armor like cheese*>*whispers into ear* "It's about time I reminded you of that fateful night you promised to marry me, ~Flaaashy!">>1945I want kinky equipment and drugs. If it's available, I would've already found it.
>>1940alright m8, can i perception to listen for any sounds?also ima newfag how do i roll?
>>1947Okay first of all, you are welcome to slice through the straps and binding of his armor, but no the keen edge does not just go through armor. Secondly, there's not much to having 'kinky' when you've got leather straps and buckles (there's plenty, 4 giants and their clothes got resourced), and 3
there ARE drugs, but you haven't found any sign at this point [2d8 = 10]>>1948Enter in the e-mail field:
Dice (# of)d(sides)
Sample roll is "dice 2d8"
[2d8 = 5]
But yes, any sort of listen or skill check is a d20
Also, if you do a dice roll, it will remain in your e-mail field
>>1949I go outside, sick of dealing with these idiots
Is there anything out there?
>>1954STOP >>1955The three brown circles are now piles of dead things, ignore the lines, but the clearing is relatively,... clear. In the distance, on all sides is a towering wall. The wall is segmented in the north, suggesting a gate or archway, but its obscured by trees.
Whoops images
Also ignore the lines, thats from last time
>>1954Spoiler lewds Xp
>>1956Nope. Even though next door (unbeknownst to you) someone is about to get raped, you hear nothing.
Wrong clearing image,....
[1d20 = 11]>>1959ok i pose menacingly then
shitty oc related
In all these years, *rummages through sack* I've run into quite the multitude of drugs. Ezekiel taught me a few things about Zebra alchemy...
*Produces hydra fang, still attached to venom gland*
"Ezekial used to pay through the nose to get his hands on these. The venom is similar to those of the Nephila variety: in it's normal dose, it would stop your heart instantly, but when diluted a bit..."
*Squeezes into one of Thez's water bottles*
".. It would do exactly the same thing.. after a couple of hours, if you're not given the antidote"
*produces used syringe from knife-cozy*
"In the mean time, it should ensure that your little stallion down here is at his best tonight.."
>*pats bulge in Brads lioncloth*
>*injects*
>>1961>is not shitty, and you get bonuses for oekaki/memesSo you're opening the door?
[2d6 = 12]>>1964You explode. Or rather, some sort of spell that was cast on the door is set off, causing an explosion.
Everyone else, you hear an explosion.
>>1965Faint laughter can be heard
>>1965>everyoneExcept Tracy and Trump, but Tracy feels a decent size vibration.
>>1965i get up and rush out into the hall ready to fuck up whoever (i think) blasted me
>>1968You're in a long hallway, with a row of doors on one side, including the one you just came from. On the other side of the hall at either end is a door that is also open. In the middle of the hallway is an old and charred sign that says "Please do not firetrap the rooms". You don't see anyone.
>>1969 i kick open the door to my left
[2d6 = 7]>>1970You explode again. You now have some healthy charring on your fur. More laughter can be heard from far off.
And for those
like me who are anal retentive about having BGM, I've got a rabbit set up.
https://www.rabb.it/ninjas>>1972i yell "who the fuck keeps doing that!!"
>>1967[lewdness intensifies]
Black veins slowly creep across Trumpadin's body from the point at his junk where he was injected. His whole body begins to shiver in a paralytic spazm and he breaks out into sweat, but he remains silent. His tiny, incompetent chink-boner springs to life, twitching at the potent venom's affect.
"There, there... Flashy~kun" She whispers in an eerily-uncharacteristically gentle voice. "It'll all come back soon enough..."
>>1975A masked face peeks its head in from down the hall.
>>1975"Damn, look at the size of you." the masked figure says. "I wouldn't recommend opening any of the other doors."
>>1979The figure steps fully into the hallway, standing at 4'2", wearing an assortment of tattered skins covering their body. The hair is a bright pink, pointy ears, and dark purple skin. In their left hand is a blackened old broom.
>>1981who are you and where am i?
I'm still researching to get this shit right. I hope it's slightly entertaining.
Remember: everything that happens to Waifu Thief in this game is official board canon, via popular opinion of userbase.
>>1980"No, but you have to admit it was kinda funny,...." shrugs.
"Don't worry, unless you see a 2' tall guy with golden hair running around, that won't happen again. I'm Thez <extends a shiny-black, clawed hand>.
>>1984my name is infernus ,i am the mighty cleric of the rage god Adolf Hitler *accepts handshake^
>>1983I better not get into trouble for this>>1982Where, that's a good question. Welcome to the world of the Game. This world was designed by entities and beings well beyond our comprehension, because they were bored. Throughout your life (you died by the way) you made an impression on one or more impressionable entities, and so upon your demise they decided "No, I like that dude, I wanna see more of him". So you find yourself here, like the rest of us. The building you find yourself in is inhabited by several others, with their own origins and proclivities. Let me show you around for a bit.
>removes mask Goddamn power fluctuations...!
>>1985K, so starting from the lower right of that 1F image, moving counter clockwise:
"This facility has been here for an unknown amount of time, but has been essentially provided for our use. Innumerable parties have come and gone through the Game, and now it's "our" turn (approaching northern corner/steps).
Up the stairs to the immediate right the library/magefag area, to the left is the mess hall/workshop and the shrine to Football (ur new so u won't get that meme yet) and at the top of the stairs is a dais for super cereal magicks.
>>1988where can i fight dirty stripefags?
>>1989"Stripefags? I don't understand. Please note, this world exists on a crossing point of many dimensions. I may know what you mean, but not know it by unfamiliarity with the words you use."
>>1990You could,... or we could kill things and THEN you could get all rapey,...
>>1991you know the horse that arent horses but with stripes. theyre trying to replace the earth ponies
>MFW Thez ISN'T the first rapist in the game
>>1993"Striped,... horses,... zebras?"
>>1996Oh I'm sure there are plenty. Its been a while since the Game last reset (it does that every so often, inexplicably), but last I recall there was a heavy infiltration from the nation of Obongo. Don't quote me on that, I haven't even been outside the wall on this 'go'.
>>1997i dont know what you are saying but, you need to take me to the stripefags.
>>1998>almost threw me offWell in that case, come on there's a guy outside who's fixin' to
kill things uhm, explore!