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.
Lurkers are welcome, please don't be disruptive. ^_^
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[1d20 = 17]
Trump considers hitting it with his sword, but realizes that would damage his sword, and the same with his bow, while the shield can't focus the impact well enough.
Check for a rock?
[1d20 = 15]>>2321Obviously I thought about using Tracy, but she's just too soft for it
Fuck it. Trump picks up Tracy and beats the door with her
>>2323But this one has a think skull
5/7 for getting my refernce
>>2324THE MADMAN ACTUALLT DID IT
>>2322"Aha! Coming right up!" Thez grips her broom and twists the handle. Jerking the handle apart, she reveals two curved blades of a damascus pattern, in the shape of a particular japanese sword that's name escapes me for the moment.
She walks toward the outer section of the wall and buries both blades into the stone. With an exerted twist, she spins the blades inside the stone, until a conical chunk of stone about the size of a medicine ball pops out.
>>2324R u serious? I mean, in order to do that you would need to land an attack roll (which you have), land an additional grapple check, and then land another attack roll. So, 2 more 20's
>>2328This is Tracy we're talking about here. She's not going to resist being grabbed bodily, so it's really like just picking up a rock, except the rock gets sexually aroused
>>2329*hooves forward in battering-ram position*
>>2332That hurts, and doesn't seem effective.
[6d6 = 20]
[1d20 = 11]
Thez picks up the rock and tosses it to Infernius.
"You, the barbecue sauce mascot, make yourself useful."
Infernius, who was standing there with drool coming out of his mouth, suddenly comes to awareness as though having been asleep. He looks curiously at the rock, then the gate, comprehends the situation and then heaves the rock at the frozen gate.
[2d4 = 6]
Cracks appear on the surface of the door, but it remains. Infernius stands there for a moment, wondering what to do until Thez kicks him in the ass toward the rock. He gets it, and proceeds to pund the door another that many times until it crumbles apart, causing the entire arch to collapse, crushing everyone.
I'm just kidding, the gate is clear.
>>2332But if Tracy's front hooves are used to batter the door, rather than say the rear, the hand Trump would have to have the firmest grip with is the one that transfers force into the pelvic bone. And that's an awkward grip
The other side of the gate is like this one, a clear section leading up to massive overgrowth, however beyond that can be seen gradually descending hills overlooking a valley, including several rivers of varying size leading to a large (though not as large as the ones you just passed) walled city.
"Huh, this whole scene is different. Last time we were at the base of two mountains, this time it looks like we're on one," Thez comments as the party clears the archway.
"I really don't know what to expect," she says, re-sheathing her blades. "In any case, at least there are actual people we can talk to now." As she says this, she puts her mask back on and twitches it by the chin. Her appearance shifts, and she reverts back to the form of Urri, the cowardly hippy who first greeted the party upon their entrance.
"Oh, so it was you the whole time..." Tracy grumbles.. still shaking on her hooves from the force of the impact.
"Maud made it look so easy..."
>>2343"Well, Urri was an old friend of mine, he's the one who made this metal," she says, tapping the handle of her broom with her claw which 'tink tinks'. "If I walk around looking like I normally do I either get doors shut in my face, or someone decides they want to die
tries to have their way with. This allows me to stay below the radar."
Thez wipes her hands in a satisfaction.
"You're welcome," she smiled to Tracy.
Are we going to play again?
>>2353Nothing too involved, but I could go a bit
>shameless blogpost
>mfw girlfriend is 3/4 thru season one of MLP and is watching in the background
>>2356Ok...
I'm getting pretty tired though..
>>2357We can wait, I don't even know if anyone else is still around
>>2358I'm going to turn in then. Gotta contribute to society in meatspace tomorrow...
Hmmm. Torcuil, are you around?
Ah, probably better this way, I have to crash in the next half hour. Besides, we're over the bump limit. Xp
I'll bake anew tomorrow.
>>1988What's the sauce for that purple face? I might make memes, if I can find the time
and I'm not too lazy.
>>2403Uhm,... er I,... uh, I'm n, not sure!
Wherever it is, its definitely not some degenerate hentai!
hold on, I'll find it >>2404Odd, my id changed. If I'd had that for the thread I'd have made some spurdo jokes.
... just know that I am only using the likeness (and a smidge of the personality), the physiology is totally different. Xp
>>2407Close enough. I can only make half-asses photoshoops anyway.
>>2406Not specific enough. I need pics of the/a purple demon.
>>2412Uhhh,... there's a spoiler on the right,....