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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Wait. Why am I bleeding and bruised.
Also, do to changes in rules, I don't think I am allowed to namefag anymore, except with my discord/site name
Also, do to changes in rules, I don't think I am allowed to namefag anymore, except with my discord/site name
As motion resumes for our players,... motion does not resume for our players. What does happen is that the Hydra resumes snapping and tearing at Torcuil, but he almost immediately falls backward as though he's no longer moving,... because curiously he finds himself unable to move. Tracy also finds herself stuck in that pose of ecstacy , unable to break free of some form of magic that appears to suddenly be operating.
Only Trump and Thez seem unaffected by this sudden change,... oh and the Hydra too.
Only Trump and Thez seem unaffected by this sudden change,... oh and the Hydra too.
Besides, we're savvy, ur the guy who keeps saying what Trump is doing
As Torcuil falls over sideways, the Hydra looks around for impending threats, before turning for a moment to look behind it. You can't see what its looking at, but for a moment it flinches. Its seven heads scream and it begins to charge away from the group, before with a sudden jerk collapses, dead.
As the dust settles, a <cli-cli-click, cli-cli-click> can be heard slowly making its way toward the now settled battlefield. An enormously tall and weirdly slender figure begins to appear through the dust, it stands approximately 20' tall. It can't be made out, but the top appears bulbous and awkward while the rest is slender and insectile.
>>1806
I'd put you at 55%. You're not going to incur any penalties except movement, until healed that is.
As the dust settles, a <cli-cli-click, cli-cli-click> can be heard slowly making its way toward the now settled battlefield. An enormously tall and weirdly slender figure begins to appear through the dust, it stands approximately 20' tall. It can't be made out, but the top appears bulbous and awkward while the rest is slender and insectile.
>>1806
I'd put you at 55%. You're not going to incur any penalties except movement, until healed that is.
Pic is clearing. Dark red are bodies, black is new figure, colors correspond to characters (giant brown cuz I don't have plaid as a color Xp)
As the figure steps more fully into view, you can see that the figure is actually two. Walking around at about 12' tall is a slender and wickedly barbed, evil corrupted, praying mantis on steroids lookin' thing, robotically prodding its way along. At the end of several of its legs are wickedly jagged claws and it has a sinister air about it.
On its shoulders stands an orc.
On its shoulders stands an orc.
Thez breaks into hysterical laughter
"You STILL have that thing! That's too good! AHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!"
The orc is not amused. He stands at about 6'5", and is garbed in traditional orcish shamanic attire (beads, bones, feathers, that kinda shit). Though clearly aged and weathered, his muscles are finely chiseled almost as though of stone. He gazes a perma-glare across the settled battlefield.
"You. Explain yourself." He says to Thez.
"You STILL have that thing! That's too good! AHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!"
The orc is not amused. He stands at about 6'5", and is garbed in traditional orcish shamanic attire (beads, bones, feathers, that kinda shit). Though clearly aged and weathered, his muscles are finely chiseled almost as though of stone. He gazes a perma-glare across the settled battlefield.
"You. Explain yourself." He says to Thez.
[1d20 = 15]
>Thez's eye twitches
Now hold on a sec. I know this is weird and you're feeling familiar 'cuz you recognize me but everything else is weird, but that doesn't mean,....
He cuts her off in a sweeping, dramatic gesture:
"If you won't do as I command, then DIE!"
>Thez's eye twitches
Now hold on a sec. I know this is weird and you're feeling familiar 'cuz you recognize me but everything else is weird, but that doesn't mean,....
He cuts her off in a sweeping, dramatic gesture:
"If you won't do as I command, then DIE!"
A small green beam fires from his finger and bounces harmlessly off of her.
Apparently, that was supposed to have worked.
"You're still not done with that, are you?" she boringly observes.
He gathers from within and about himself, does a crazy song and dance and from his hand bursts forth a shower of flame that immediately extinguishes its self as soon as it makes contact with her.
She yawns prolongedly.
"Look here zombie-fist, if you wanna have a go, lets do this, otherwise the alcohol-computer is online," Thez shrugs.
Apparently, that was supposed to have worked.
"You're still not done with that, are you?" she boringly observes.
He gathers from within and about himself, does a crazy song and dance and from his hand bursts forth a shower of flame that immediately extinguishes its self as soon as it makes contact with her.
She yawns prolongedly.
"Look here zombie-fist, if you wanna have a go, lets do this, otherwise the alcohol-computer is online," Thez shrugs.
[1d20 = 6]
The orc jumps from his crazy-bug-mount, makes a gesture toward Thez, and begins to chant.
The bug slowly advances on her in a weird sideways-forward advance before one of its largely apparent (it has so many) eyes fires a red beam at her.
The orc jumps from his crazy-bug-mount, makes a gesture toward Thez, and begins to chant.
The bug slowly advances on her in a weird sideways-forward advance before one of its largely apparent (it has so many) eyes fires a red beam at her.
Thez easily sidesteps the creatures red beam of hate, and calmly closes distance.
"You know I'm gonna break it right?" she taunts the orc as she enters a ready stance.
From his back, the orc produces a wicked staff that looks like a chunk of 6' farming fencepost. He then drives the staff of weird metal agains the ground, the section he was holding turns into a finely wrapped grip, while the remainder turns into an obviously-magicked 4' flanged and barbed and burred and wtfe'd monster-club of metal doom.
"You know I'm gonna break it right?" she taunts the orc as she enters a ready stance.
From his back, the orc produces a wicked staff that looks like a chunk of 6' farming fencepost. He then drives the staff of weird metal agains the ground, the section he was holding turns into a finely wrapped grip, while the remainder turns into an obviously-magicked 4' flanged and barbed and burred and wtfe'd monster-club of metal doom.
As his black mantis-thing slowly flanks Thez, he readies his ridiculously abstract bar-mace.
>Plz note: during cinematics, die rolls are DM-in person (on my kitchen table).
The orc closes into striking range.
Thez - attack of opportunity (due to orc's advance into her threatened area). Ready stance
(at this point I am going to depict some of the finer points/maneuvers of combat), attacking incoming attacks (-4 to attack called shots).
Orc rages, and is surrounded by swirling magic (divine power, atk bonus up major).
>Plz note: during cinematics, die rolls are DM-in person (on my kitchen table).
The orc closes into striking range.
Thez - attack of opportunity (due to orc's advance into her threatened area). Ready stance
(at this point I am going to depict some of the finer points/maneuvers of combat), attacking incoming attacks (-4 to attack called shots).
Orc rages, and is surrounded by swirling magic (divine power, atk bonus up major).
[3d20 = 44]
Fails as the creature stumbles on some random debris.
Thez maintains ready stance.
Orc does a song and dance and doubles in size.
To clarify, the orc is now about 15' tall. He carries a 4.5'diameter wicked bar-mace of mauling which he menacingly waves at/around Thez (who is still bored) before attacking.
Fails as the creature stumbles on some random debris.
Thez maintains ready stance.
Orc does a song and dance and doubles in size.
To clarify, the orc is now about 15' tall. He carries a 4.5'diameter wicked bar-mace of mauling which he menacingly waves at/around Thez (who is still bored) before attacking.
[1d100 = 74]
His first swing misses as she vaults over it, the second she spins underneath, and the third squarely connects, concussively striking at her lower and upper extremeties a the same time, such that several dislocations can be seen as her body contorts.
But then the Thez that can be seen getting brutalized and the Thez that is standing curiously behind the orc, watching the orc brutalize 'the Thez' become apparent. The brutalized Thez slides apart as though made of shadowy sand.
His first swing misses as she vaults over it, the second she spins underneath, and the third squarely connects, concussively striking at her lower and upper extremeties a the same time, such that several dislocations can be seen as her body contorts.
But then the Thez that can be seen getting brutalized and the Thez that is standing curiously behind the orc, watching the orc brutalize 'the Thez' become apparent. The brutalized Thez slides apart as though made of shadowy sand.
"You've been slacking on your melee skills, Slag"
Thez chides before golf-swinging 'Slag' about 51' away into a tree-line (with her broom).
Thez chides before golf-swinging 'Slag' about 51' away into a tree-line (with her broom).
After a moment of satisfaction, Thez turns to Trump, Tracy, and Torcuil (who is on his side, but can see her).
"That's Slag. I'm probably gonna have to rough him up for the next hour or so. Please, for your safety, go inside the pyramid so I can proper stomp this ugly motherfucker.
>Thez beams a smile before dispelling the magical hold on Torcuil and Tracy.
"That's Slag. I'm probably gonna have to rough him up for the next hour or so. Please, for your safety, go inside the pyramid so I can proper stomp this ugly motherfucker.
>Thez beams a smile before dispelling the magical hold on Torcuil and Tracy.
Slag stands up from the edge of the tree-line, clearly enraged by being so unceremoniously sent flying. His strange mantis looks at him, unsure how to proceed, its arms waving menacingly in the air at Thez. He makes a quick gesture in her direction and performs another song and dance, this one causing small black flames to erupt acoss his arms, increasing the air of darkness around him.
Thez - Ready stance
Slag - Free action - direct mantis; cast unholy aura.
Mantis - Fire cold beam
Thez fails(?!) her saving throw, and is hit with a beam that causes small ice crystals to grow across the surface of the strike point, and she winces visibly, but is otherwise unmoved.
Thez - Ready stance - Dimension Door on successful attack. Charge 'Juuken'
Slag - Barbarian Rage
Mantis - Close distance and full attack
She holds up her left hand beckoning Slag to 'come get some', as he starts to Hulk out. The mantis closes on Thez's side. She voluntarily forfeits her attack of opportunity and the mantis unleashes a barrage of attacks swiping once, twice, a third time, then it attempts to bite her, swipes yet again before zeroing in on her with its eyes.
She smiles.
As the creature fires another beam, this one yellow and arcing with electricity, Thez vanishes from her spot and the beam passes harmlessly through. She appears simultaneously in the air behind the Mantis, and strikes it in the back of the head.
"JUUKEN"
As she strikes it, the Mantis' head explodes as though hit by a cannonball. The insect begins to flail around and swipe at the air before curling up on its self and becoming motionless.
"I told you I was gonna break it,..." She goads as Slag, his over-the-top chunk of angry murder in hand, charges her in a bloodthirsty rage.
Thez - Ready stance
Slag - Free action - direct mantis; cast unholy aura.
Mantis - Fire cold beam
Thez fails(?!) her saving throw, and is hit with a beam that causes small ice crystals to grow across the surface of the strike point, and she winces visibly, but is otherwise unmoved.
Thez - Ready stance - Dimension Door on successful attack. Charge 'Juuken'
Slag - Barbarian Rage
Mantis - Close distance and full attack
She holds up her left hand beckoning Slag to 'come get some', as he starts to Hulk out. The mantis closes on Thez's side. She voluntarily forfeits her attack of opportunity and the mantis unleashes a barrage of attacks swiping once, twice, a third time, then it attempts to bite her, swipes yet again before zeroing in on her with its eyes.
She smiles.
As the creature fires another beam, this one yellow and arcing with electricity, Thez vanishes from her spot and the beam passes harmlessly through. She appears simultaneously in the air behind the Mantis, and strikes it in the back of the head.
"JUUKEN"
As she strikes it, the Mantis' head explodes as though hit by a cannonball. The insect begins to flail around and swipe at the air before curling up on its self and becoming motionless.
"I told you I was gonna break it,..." She goads as Slag, his over-the-top chunk of angry murder in hand, charges her in a bloodthirsty rage.
Thez - Ready Dimension Door; Strike any incoming attacks, wait for opportunity
Slag - Full Round Attack
As he gets faster and faster, he attempts a particularly aggressive strike.
His speed and strength visibly augmented, Slag rashly swings (almost) wildly and without coordination, while Thez playfully dances around the battlefield. One swing after another connects with either air or the ground (He gets 4 when he's raged).
Thez - Rabbit stance, stunning fist, sweep
Slag - Full Round Attack
A second round of swings brings him no closer to even hitting her, let alone doing damage. Still, he shows no signs of tiring.
"Should I even bother using my fists? I know, I think its time for some rabbit-style!" She begins a fluid motion with her hands and feet, ultimately ending in a low crouch with one leg extended to the side, her arms held above her head like bunny ears. Slag lets out a blood-curdling roar and brings his bar-mace down upon her head, or starts to that is.
Upon lifting the mace over his head she did a quick little hop forward, bringing her body forward leading with her now crouched legs,... which both then kick forward in a blow that successfully knocks all available wind from his body, and jars him enough to cause him to drop his weapon and double over. Landing in a crouch next to him, her tail whips out and sweeps his feet out from under him landing him on his back in an undignified heap. The wind is still knocked out from him, so he loses any further action this round.
"You must realize by now that with the size of that thing, there's only two ways you can come at me. And now your bug is dead,...." she laments. "But MINE'S not!" she brightens and pulls a small fly-pin from her hair, which she throws to the ground.
Slag grabs his mace and begins to climb unsteadily to his feet, as the fly-pin grows to a length of about 9'lx4'wx4'h, wearing a gilt-covered saddle. As he readies his weapon, she steps on the fly which takes off immediately, but not before he fails to land another two blows.
The fly flies up about 20 feet, just outside his available range, where she just stands there dispassionately waiting for his autistic rage to wear off.
Slag - Full Round Attack
As he gets faster and faster, he attempts a particularly aggressive strike.
His speed and strength visibly augmented, Slag rashly swings (almost) wildly and without coordination, while Thez playfully dances around the battlefield. One swing after another connects with either air or the ground (He gets 4 when he's raged).
Thez - Rabbit stance, stunning fist, sweep
Slag - Full Round Attack
A second round of swings brings him no closer to even hitting her, let alone doing damage. Still, he shows no signs of tiring.
"Should I even bother using my fists? I know, I think its time for some rabbit-style!" She begins a fluid motion with her hands and feet, ultimately ending in a low crouch with one leg extended to the side, her arms held above her head like bunny ears. Slag lets out a blood-curdling roar and brings his bar-mace down upon her head, or starts to that is.
Upon lifting the mace over his head she did a quick little hop forward, bringing her body forward leading with her now crouched legs,... which both then kick forward in a blow that successfully knocks all available wind from his body, and jars him enough to cause him to drop his weapon and double over. Landing in a crouch next to him, her tail whips out and sweeps his feet out from under him landing him on his back in an undignified heap. The wind is still knocked out from him, so he loses any further action this round.
"You must realize by now that with the size of that thing, there's only two ways you can come at me. And now your bug is dead,...." she laments. "But MINE'S not!" she brightens and pulls a small fly-pin from her hair, which she throws to the ground.
Slag grabs his mace and begins to climb unsteadily to his feet, as the fly-pin grows to a length of about 9'lx4'wx4'h, wearing a gilt-covered saddle. As he readies his weapon, she steps on the fly which takes off immediately, but not before he fails to land another two blows.
The fly flies up about 20 feet, just outside his available range, where she just stands there dispassionately waiting for his autistic rage to wear off.
>>1827
For the moment. You're welcome to interact/input at any time. Slag comes from an Orc/Barbarian tribe where dominance is established through combat. Though he always loses, he always tries to put her in her place.
For the moment. You're welcome to interact/input at any time. Slag comes from an Orc/Barbarian tribe where dominance is established through combat. Though he always loses, he always tries to put her in her place.
Before I go on, a note about ready-moves. Instant actions (pointing, saying something) can be done at any time, and a player can assign a number (not excessive) of ready moves during combat, though only one instant spell is allowed per round. So saying, Thez uses a strategy of readying a dimension door spell, while maintaining a stance from which she will strike any incoming melee attack. The effect is that she blocks any attacks that she can't outright dodge (assuming she has enough attacks per round) and upon a blow landing she releases the dimension door spell, avoiding any damage.
Battle monks are haxx.
Battle monks are haxx.
Normal actions are essentially 2/round except attacks, and except spells (1/round only). More than one attack per round requires a full round attack, which attacks with all available (unless otherwise desired). Some spells also require a full round to complete, but those are less common. Also, to cover a large distance (30y or more) takes a full round.
Players are not required to be that specific with combat, but are certainly encouraged to at leisure. It allows for a slightly more dynamic combat, where characters can in some ways anticipate their opponent's move and counter it strategically rather than only by a chance die roll.
This is especially useful with mages, where a timely dispel can be the difference between lulz and burning.
This is especially useful with mages, where a timely dispel can be the difference between lulz and burning.
Concluding the cinematic fight:
Slag, unable to reach Thez during the last few moments of his rage, thrashes at the ground around him with his weapon before observably returning to himself, his breaths becoming labored and his posture one of obvious fatigue. Still holding her fly, she rotates around its thorax-vagina so that she appears seated on it, but inverted and on its belly.
"Are you doooooooone yet?" she cutely teases.
Even more furious at his disgraceful display, Slag's eyes shoot darts at her before he finally decided he has had enough. With a sharp glance toward Torcuil, Trump, and Tracy (hey, trip T's), he storms toward the pyramid.
"Don't mind him, ever since he first showed up he's been all "Die!" and "I command you!" and "Silence!". I get the impression he is used to being in charge, but here NO one is in charge!" She says looking now at the T's, her ponytail dangling upside down 'above' her head. "Anyway, I'm gonna get busy bringing these things inside," she indicates the recent corpses of the giants and hydra (incidentally, there's still zombie corpses littering the area,... just thought I'd mention). "Trump and Torcuil could use some medical attention, and I should be done by then".
For the next (undisclosed amount of time) Thez will be seen occasionally whoof(that's the Dimension door btw, think Nightcrawler from X-men)-ing around the corpses, and slowly dismantling them. First she collects all the armor from the giants, then she starts harvesting resources from the hydra (scales, teeth, claws, choice bones, etc.). As the last rays of sunlight disappear over the horizon, there is now several piles of neatly sorted items over by the workshop.
Slag, unable to reach Thez during the last few moments of his rage, thrashes at the ground around him with his weapon before observably returning to himself, his breaths becoming labored and his posture one of obvious fatigue. Still holding her fly, she rotates around its thorax-vagina so that she appears seated on it, but inverted and on its belly.
"Are you doooooooone yet?" she cutely teases.
Even more furious at his disgraceful display, Slag's eyes shoot darts at her before he finally decided he has had enough. With a sharp glance toward Torcuil, Trump, and Tracy (hey, trip T's), he storms toward the pyramid.
"Don't mind him, ever since he first showed up he's been all "Die!" and "I command you!" and "Silence!". I get the impression he is used to being in charge, but here NO one is in charge!" She says looking now at the T's, her ponytail dangling upside down 'above' her head. "Anyway, I'm gonna get busy bringing these things inside," she indicates the recent corpses of the giants and hydra (incidentally, there's still zombie corpses littering the area,... just thought I'd mention). "Trump and Torcuil could use some medical attention, and I should be done by then".
For the next (undisclosed amount of time) Thez will be seen occasionally whoof(that's the Dimension door btw, think Nightcrawler from X-men)-ing around the corpses, and slowly dismantling them. First she collects all the armor from the giants, then she starts harvesting resources from the hydra (scales, teeth, claws, choice bones, etc.). As the last rays of sunlight disappear over the horizon, there is now several piles of neatly sorted items over by the workshop.
The giants didn't have much on them except for their armor (for those that did), but that in and of its self is huge (not only cuz giants either). There are now sufficient stores of metal to craft any sort of melee weapon or armor you would want. The Hydra however, is where its at. The scales of a Hydra grant damage reduction to whatever armor they are applied to, and the teeth can be used to augment bladed melee weapons. What's more, the smell of cooked hydra emanates from the mess hall, in addition to a large (several cows worth) pile of meat (as a commodity or w/e) thats now being stored in the walk-in.
>>1835
Isn't Hydra blood deadly poison? Hercules tipped his arrows in it to instant-kill several monsters.
Isn't Hydra blood deadly poison? Hercules tipped his arrows in it to instant-kill several monsters.
>>1837
Well, not as specified by the listing in the Monster's Manual, but (whoosh) yes, poisonous (plz note, poison use without poison skill can have consequences ^_^). Thez didn't know that in any event, so its all still outside in a pile of hydra.
Well, not as specified by the listing in the Monster's Manual, but (whoosh) yes, poisonous (plz note, poison use without poison skill can have consequences ^_^). Thez didn't know that in any event, so its all still outside in a pile of hydra.
>>1840
Thez notices Tracy watching the overall proceedings. She says "You're a little banged up yourself, you want a healing potion?"
>offers a small vial of bluish liquid
Thez notices Tracy watching the overall proceedings. She says "You're a little banged up yourself, you want a healing potion?"
>offers a small vial of bluish liquid
Incidentally, if you're wondering where she is pulling/putting everything from/to, she is wearing a small hand-crossbow quiver at the base of her tail that is of a particularly useful and spacious variety.
>we started 18 hours ago
Shit im laggin
Give me a min to read whats happened
Shit im laggin
Give me a min to read whats happened
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