This thread begins the next leg of the game, where GM (likely unsuccessfully) teaches of the wonders of rare-meat. Yes, I know Trump IRL likes his steak well-done, and to me that alone is evidence of controlled opposition. I still support the man, but dammit. Rare meat is the finest you can ever taste, satisfying immediate/basic hunger needs better than well meat, but also satisfying more primal urges and evolution. Remember, meat is only unsanitary if it is old or processed through a slaughter-house with poor quality control.
Enough about meat, lets get back to the game. Infernius is attempting to Leeroy Jenkins at the orcs, except that he has to climb a rope ladder to do so (cloven hooves = slower climbing). Tracy mulls about a very closed for business city that has cannons on the south-face, not yet realizing that unless she wants to go Nightmare (and thus ethereal but also glowing-in-the-dark) she's SOL.
>>23546>satisfying more primal urges
Ah Hell no. I want her primal urges to be unsatisfied
by the time she leaves
What WILL you do if I use this as OP pic?
if liking well-done steaks makes me controlled op then call me dr.shekelstein.
Can she just transform momentarily?
Does the city have any visible ways in?
You do realize Thez eats raw faces right?
I eat my steaks well-done
You have six trillion rogue skills. Use those
okay? i dont mind how my waifu takes her steaks.
The one that walks through walls is the simplest>Wishes she could use her power to make items to extend her Etherealness.
I'll have to ask for help on those..
Nothing readily apparent. It seems quite basic and utilitarian.>>23556
A pity you missed trips then inb4 edit
YOU CAN CLIMB WALLS AS A ROGUE. You can pick locks! Be creative for once!>just walk through them
Because... ugh. Now you are fatigued after doing that, which reduces speed by 50%
"Good, just testing that you weren't one of those "EVERYTHING must be well done" spergs."
This. I know its not as easy as walking through the wall, but Tracy has more than enough skills and abilities to continue progress if you want.
"Trust me, I KNOW you wanna go the easy route," Thez whispers from a shadow.
I could have her jaunt through the door, but I'm too tired to deal with that tonight...
I'll just have her turn back to the tower and take her prenatal vitamins. Then she can pour the mold for that ring before she passes out on a pile of bones.
Waiting on the food to arrive, Trumpaladin smiles at Slovenia, as per usual
"Let me tell you the greatest story ever told. It's a story of trial and tribulation, of treachery and trepidation, of terror but also Triumph. It's the story of the 2016 presidential election..."
Trumpaladin tells the story as besty he can, will all essential emotions and hand gestures. I think this will take until long after the food comes in>>23564
Husbando comes in much later to pet the poor exhausted sleeping pony
*pets pony... after he's back*
[Happy sleeping pony noises]
A surprisingly wise and level-headed decision for Tracy. No bully, that was simpler than I expected. She's able to determine from the surroundings that while the wall around the city is well-built, the area is not particularly well-kept; someone has been neglecting their duties, and the area around the city - while serviceale - is in need of some hard labor.
>>23570Her curiosity ends where my exhaustion begins. I gotta do a bunch of stuff tomorrow.
A most epic story, and one that will live on for generations.
"Did I ever tell 'ye about the time Trump was elected president?" shall be uttered for decades to come, increasingly.>>23566
>>23566thanks for leading me to the orcs,night.
[1d20 = 12]>>23572
Sense motive on Slovenia to determine how she's feeling or responding
She's fine, she's been working all day (and maybe during the night time?)
The food arrives as Trump is detailing Trump's proud stance as the Piano Guys played their rendition of Amazing Grace/Fight Song, and the overall effect it had on those who were witnessing, both live and digitally.
*Ends the story gloriously*
*Offers Ketchup bottle*
"But enough about me. Anything you want to share?"
(in case ppl missed out on it live)
Holy shit that's perfect
absolutely beautiful no homo.
Dude, seeing it live was something else
So yeah, Slovenia is transfixed by the story, enjoying with rapt attention the degree of magnificence which Trump describes. Then he turns his attention and questioning on Slovenia.
"Me? I'm not much to speak of really. I have always taken to the hard, dirty jobs that no one seems to want. I've made my way putting more resolve and conviction into a task than those who have done it previously, and have both succeeded and suffered for it. Not many are want to welcome a unicorn into an "Earth-pony trade" like carpentry, and I've had my share of successes and failures. I've learned that I can't rely on anyone else to put as much conviction in their work, and tend to get,... somewhat blinded when engaged in a project. Consequently I can seem curt and unemotional, but I always get the job done."
Don't make me blog-post
*rises from the dead like zombie Jesus*
>>23583I was going to take it, but i made the mistake of going to bed first. By the time I remembered, it was too late...
"Uhm,... I don't know if I really have any place saying it, but can't we just leave the GETs alone? I mean, I know there's trolls and groups who wanna shit in our cereal, but doesn't leaving Mlpol open as a target only increase traffic? At the least there's gonna be those who 'wanna see', and beyond that it might help the board's reputation if we were more accommodating/inviting to outsiders? Remember, Jordan Peterson talks about how being social is about both learning to play the games that others are playing, in addition to playing our/one's own game," Thez says, as though she's been thinking these things for a long time but hasn't had the opportune moment to say them without incredible same-faggotry.
"That's... pretty incredible.
My grandfather was a mack truck repairman. Worked his whole life on diesel engines while also owning a tobacco farm. My father, he had real skills. He was a welder for many years, until he realized he could run the businesses better than his managers could. Even after he became a white collar business man he loved doing the hard work - going out into swampy land to put up signs, renovate a building, or install a pond. I had amazing respect for him. I don't know if I can quite say the same about myself with regards to the hard work. But if you had seen me on the line...
If you need any help with your work, please just ask"
Slightly emboldened (I've got Amazing grace on repeat) she continues: "So what if Spartans, or Weebs, or Trolls, or whoever comes to try and fuck up out shit. Its not like it really hurts us, if anything the ability to say "Good game" and continue on will be a greater asset to the site. I'm all for tribalism (BRONCOS 4LYFE), but,... well its not like Mlpol is going anywhere,... not like last time anyway."
"In my experience, open war is better than letting them just take it" Trumpaladin says, remembering deleting dozens of spam posts and banning dozens of proxies from a sperging inta spammer while on his phone in a theater in Univeral Studios Orlando over the summer, watching a movie with a friend
"I shall ask you first and foremost." She extends a hoof in a bump-esque gesture, blushing cuz its far more informal than she's done since coming "here".>>23591
Careful, that latter post is Thez
Trumpaladin extends his hand out, matching his palm to the bottom of her hoof and then sort of grasping, but letting go if she withdraws the hoof. He smiles at her
"I'm not sure I fully explained who I am to you, who we are"
Trumpaladin tells her about the group, and most importantly, his roles in their adventures, ommitting details like the in-fighting and getting Tracy pregnant. A sort of set of war stories, kind of trying to impress her.
He starts talking about his larger plans, which leads right back into how he thinks Slovenia could help
Okay, I have to ask, what is the manner in which she eats steak?
I'd like to share something. Its egregiously blog-posty, but it pertains to the overall/underlying scope and direction of the Game, why I'm so on about metaphysics, what we're doing in general and specific, and what I hope(know) can come of of a little bit of resolve, even if it seems absurd or whatever.
"Objections?" Thez asks, startling Infernius (who is still mid-way up the Orc's tree), as well as everyone else.>>23594
She clasps it between hooves and rips small chunks off of it.
Um... okay....>rips small chucks out
Now where are her manners? Kek
Sorry, that was a neglectful response. The comments about ripping were simply to do with eating meat.
Thez steps forward (in a mind-sense on this one). "GM has been flittering around the background of the digital community for years. At the same time he stumbled across a set of 3.5 D&D books, and me as a consequence, he was studying the republican primaries. At the same
time, he stumbled across the original video of Amazing Grace/Fight Song (the Piano Guys). As his efforts progressed (which included the digital capacity of metaphysics, which to his knowledge an undeveloped and unexplored genre, but most effective esp wrt meme magic) he attempted to coax and inspire others in his material surroundings to participate in a collaborative effort, which no one wanted to do. Whether it was the time involved, the musical technical ability, or just the theme, participants showed interest that eventually waned. Even as Trump was elected - joy for that - there was a sadness, that people seemed unable or unwilling to excite themselves, beyond their fervor for the 'icon'.
Then the inauguration happened. When the Piano Guys first took the stage, GM was already in tears, but as the song and the procession took place, he turned into a barrel of wetworks. It was a horrible and shameful display, but he also had the last of his fucks taken away.
What he learned that day is that there are metaphysicists in the world - outside one's particular interaction - that are powerful, deliberate, and who seek maybe not the exact
same thing, but an acceptable compromise. He didn't get to lead a group to sing Amazing Grace/Fight Song (he literally planned/tried to) but he did
see the impossibly-yet emergent president have that same exact
song played at said president's inauguration.
In a manner of speaking, Trump himself (cuz its not like Trump had no say in the music for the inauguration) said to GM that day: "Thats a good idea. Lets do it on a grander scale"
"Thats what this thread is all about. Its the butterfly effect, except at the level of the butterfly."
you guys can thank one 4cuck mod that banned me for shit posting for me being here right now. i like butterflies.
I had a friend in law school who messaged me on April 1 and said that the /pol/ and /mlp/ boards were merged...
It was/will (one of my 'proxies' is gone for the next 4 days e\\_/e) be relayed and thanked. Though I am most critical of 4chan, I will never stop thanking them for the blessings that have come of 4/mlpol/ and everything thereafter.>>23601
IKR? When I first saw it I was like "Oh hell no!",... funny ol' world 'aint it?
Trumpaladin continues trying to impress Slovenia and also flatter her
I thought it was the most wonderful idea I had ever heard of at that point. I had never even looked at a chan board before then
"Yes. It was 10-thousand things, unleashed and given form. I think Mlpol.net has begun to forget, not to their detriment or laziness, but simply from familiarity. A reminder is due desu," Thez says smilingly.
So, I guess Trumpaladin and Slovenia are finished eating by now. So Trumpaladin will have to get the check... Just kidding! He owns the place, he can eat for free. Or at least has an indefinite tab open
Is she too tired to go sight seeing in the town?
"Not at all, I haven't had the chance to explore yet, I've been too involved. Please lead the way," she replies, offering her hoof.
hows that rope climbing coming along?
"The city has changed quite a bit since I arrived here, in no small part thanks to us.
Over here is the rusty spoon, at least I think it's called. Another restaurant. Survived the fire. Favored by our party member's senior player, Thez. Favored by much of the townsfolk as well. I personally don't think it's as clean.
This building here is... Also loved by Thez, and that is all I will say about it.
Here we have Luxury apartments. I had these built to try and bring some class in. One of the two largest buildings in the town. The view from the top penthouse is beautiful" Trumpaladin smiles deviously "the view of the interior is even better. I could show you our current deign and you could tell me where you could make it even better. But I think I'll show you the rest of the town first
Here is the harbor itself. When I first got here, the galleys were empty, and not much moved. Now, even late at night, big, beautiful sailing ships move from across the ocean
Over there, is the coastal fortress, which served as the citadel in the great demon attack on the city."
You miffed that one, the Rusty Duck IS favored by the townsfolk, but is NOT favored by Thez (she still likes the Sticky Wicket) for the same reason.
No further corrections or side-notes.
Infernius ... pant pant ... is almost ... to the top ... pant
"Look at the streets themselves. They used to be meander around haphazardly, evidently developed as the city grew organically. When the fire took out much of the city we changed the plan. I formulated it on the layout of Paris, a city I visited an became enamoured with in a different life. The street pattern proceeds from a central point and radiates outward, sort of like bicycle spokes. The apartments form one center, with a plaza in the exact center. We intend a statue here latter on.
Here is the Town Hall. Sechs is the leader of the city. I figured we needed a strong building to project local government power, so I had one built. In the Neo-classical design, since that is how government buildings always appeared in my realm.
Here is the library. Filled with many books and great wisdom. Several floors to give a presence.
Over here we have the bazaar, closed at the moment, but offers all sorts of interesting items from all across the planet for sale.
You can't really see them well from here, but before you, near the western waterfront, are several factories. See the smoke stacks? A tannery, a paper mill, a weaver's shop, and others we shall soon add. These were my idea. I wanted to expand the city's production from just being agriculture and selling pirate loot, to being a serious center of entrepot, commerce, and manufacturing. To give the people real jobs. Give them something to buy. I own these buildings in part. We also expanded the forges greatly, I think you can see them when we pass by that part of the city.
Here is the other great radial pattern in the city. At its center is a plaza where we shall eventually locate a statue of a hydra with Soro's (and others') heads being cut off. The main building is the Diamond exchange. It is the highest building in the city. That's operated by Ben. His gold and silver smithing is the dominant industry in town for now. He also helps work finance like banking.
To the immediate south is the church of Rockwell. Kind of ironic its placed there. Inferius is the main cleric of that faith."
Nothing, carry on.
"Psst, he's doing a better job of converting the otherwise undetermined layfolk than you. Don't take it personally."
Thez whispers from under a random branch (she has crazy shadow-hax btw).
"Everyone has their skills and weaknesses."
*soothed minotuar noises*
"As we travel north, you can see the city walls. They were rather impressive when I got here, but I had them built ten feet taller as a precaution, given the danger to the city from occasional does. What you see before you used to be cattle pasture. Now, well, you see it
That's the Stadium. The Cathedral of the Great Church of Football. You probably haven't heard of it, or of the great God Elway whom we serve. But you will, you will. You must see now that it's probably among the biggest structures you've ever seen. Well, I can't speak to your experience, but I think only the larger palaces and castles even come close to the size of this thing on this planet. It's big enough for the entire city and then some. Let us go in
Here you can see ticket booths, refreshment stands, seating areas, let's go forwards shall we
Here is the lower seating area. Look through. Look at the field. Look at all of the seat areas. Yes, that would take a while to walk around. You can see there are seats close to the ground, and seat further up. But all of them have a great view of the field. And the field... Let's go on it shall we?
Here is where the teams play the ball. 100 yards end zone to end zone. Just imagine it, if you can. It's truly great. I'll have show you the recordings of the super bowls. Actually, I'll need to show you a game some day. Look up there you can see the luxury suits. They are great on the inside. You'll be able to experience it I am sure.
Speaking of palaces, when evil tries to attack, they tend to flock for this field. They too are impressed by it, hard to blame them. This is where Soros came the second time, the third time, and where we killed Kefka and his Tarrasque. In that way, the field is not just a metaphorical site of liberation, but a literal one.
Across the field, we have where the players enter. Exiting through this other area takes us into the reliquary. The tarasque itself should be here, formed as a Football.
That's strange. Fae seems to have removed it from its display case. I'll have to ask her about that later."
While we're on the subject, can I get a ruling on Minotaur penis? Is it like a tentacle (re: bulls) or is it more like a cylinder (re: hoers)?
Horse penis is sexier
horse like benis, due to mutation.
"Gald you said it," Thez smiles.
"glad you like it" *infernuis winks*
As we circle back around towards the East, appreciate that all that is around you was grass land just a few months ago. We've added to the city. Okay, so it's still underdeveloped, but there are buildings now. We've added some lower income housing, which is used thanks to the new increase in the population, and some warehouses, although these are not connected with the more profitable Entrepot trade, but rather the domestic manufacturing at the forge...
Speaking of which, here it is. Vastly expanded. All sorts of metal crafting. An Arsenal as well, at least the beginnings of one.
Here is a monestary where monks of the Broncos meditate on Football. We've attached a school. It's the biggest school in the city. The monks teach most everything there - the Trivium, liberal arts, but also vocations. We have taken an illiterate peasantry, and we are making them ready to conquer the world. Metaphorically, by economic competition and cultivation of skills. Perhaps at one point you might decide you want to teach carpentry to others. Or be a priest, like Noble Fae. No pressure or anything, just to make you aware of the universe of possibilities.
Here we have an additional monastic building - the headquarters of the Davisian Mendicant order. They shall spread the faith to every corner. Which reminds me, I need to get some ships loaded.
Here is the Militant Order of the Broncos. A little less metaphorical, these are those who have determined that they shall not stand idly by as the city is threatened, but will take the fight to the enemy. I think I will take them on expedition tomorrow. You can see there also the Training field.
Look South, towards the first radial, you can see the headquarters of the United States Football League in the distance. We're going to establish new franchises, merchandising... what you've seen is but the beginning
As we approach the North gate of the city, well, I think that's everything. Or much of it anyways"
Trumpaladin holds the forward hooves and looks into her eyes
Her eyes are alight with the ideas presented, but her brow furrows a few times.
"Wait, please, I don't understand these 'Broncos'. Who are they?"
"They are those who love their country and their home. Who understand the true value of teamwork, of authority and tradition. To translate it into Equestrian religious terms, they are those who have mastered the understanding of Harmony, and Friendship.
They are the citizens of Port Barry who play for Port Barry, represent it, and when needed, fight it's battles. They are those members of the Church Militant nearest sainthood"
"I think I misunderstood your question. Our Broncos are named after the True Broncos, those disciples of Elway, who played with him, were managed by him, at Mile High. They are among the greatest saints. They are Football, in a real sense. They are America"
Trumpaladin seems overcome with awe as he speaks these words
"It sounds,... nice. I'm not sure I understand Port Barry, its lengths and breadths, nor do I conclusively understand the Broncos or the grandness of John Elway (I'm assuming that if one talks about the Broncos and Football, that John Elway would have been mentioned) but I very much agree with the tenor you have described thus far."
"That's quite alright. I did not understand Port Barry at first, and even as I have come to shape it, there are still aspects of it I do not quite understand. But I do know that it is mine and I am its, that I would fight and bleed to protect it and that I have in fact fought and bled to protect it. That it loves me almost as much as I love it. And that I have made its good my own, its prosperity and its glory my goal.
I think you'll be here a while. You'll become more acquainted with this town. Perhaps you too shall help shape it.
Elway's greatness and grandeur is too great for mortal understanding. We can only appreciate fragments of the true divine beauty. I shall help teach you, and help to understand, though I too do not and cannot fully understand nor grasp the glory. The finite cannot grasp what is infinite.
But I shall be here, by your side, to help you."
"Its all so much,... let me consider, will you? In the meantime, I shall work at driving excellence from the mill?" she says, a bit starry-eyed, but maintaining a degree of dignity and poise.
"hehe, but of course! I have full faith in you. From what I've seen already today, you do indeed place full conviction into your work. You will get the job done. And you will do well here"
They proceed through the North gate and are on their way to the Tower
Alright. From tonight, we can conclude that
- The orcs have been minimally/moderately observed and determined as an operative faction. They are entirely native, and,... well,... "based on sjws".
- The cannon-city is well built and well defended,... but not well-maintained, or responsibly tended to.
- Slovenia likes hard work and autism
Reee I'm not done!
I never said you were, nor was trying to overshadow or diminish, just summarizing (both for my own benefit, as well as whomever else,... remember there's an implicit audience).
Trumpaladin and Slovenia walk their way back to the tower and enter. He takes her up to the door of her room.
"It's been a wonderful night, and great getting to know you. I hope we can do this again. I won't keep you if you must go, but one last thing"
Trumpaladin, with one hand, grasps onto Slovenia's foreleg, and with another, gently caresses her muzzle. He leans in, and attempts a kiss
Being not an overly equestrian gesture (though not unheard of) she awkwardly looks about for a moment, before finally relinquishing to and abandoning herself to the kiss. And for a moment, even the thought of wood-working vanishes amidst fireworks and lights and sounds (all mental) that fire off and flare within her head. You're welcome
Trumpaladin increases passion to the degree she will accept, hugging and embracing the pony
Only one question, will she take him into her room for you exactly what, or does she wish him a goodnight?
That depends. Is Trump intending to seduce er body or her mind? There IS a difference,.....
"Its been a lovely evening, I look forward to learning more and doing my part to, what was the phrase, "Make Port Barry Great Again?" she says with a smile.
>>23645>Is Trump intending to seduce er body or her mind?
Seeming entranced by her, he responds
"I look forward to getting to know you as well. You truly are beautiful. Indeed, Make Port Barry Great Again!"
He embraces her once more, and then departs, unless she has something else to to say
If yes, then work on the mind first the body second. Thats just a suggestion tho, not a prescription.>more to say
Perhaps, but leaving now is the best move. Always leave them in a state of uncertainty/disbelief, either literally or figuratively wanting more.
Leaving was more or less what I had in mind. She doesn't seem like the type to screw on a first date. So long as she accepts a kiss it's good enough.>>23569
When he is done elsewhere, Trumpaladin looks around to find Tracy. He finds her having fallen asleep in the forge. He pets her, then cradles her and carries her into his bedroom. He then strips down from his now complete full plate mail armor, magical underarmour, and everything else.
He then mounts Tracy, intensely having sex with her, probably enough to wake her into full consciousness, but she maintains at least the appearance of remaining asleep. He lies down next to her, and it occurs to him that this is the first time she's been in his room in the tower. He falls asleep with her in his arm.
>>23648Okay, I need to sleep. Thanks for staying up for my autism GM
Did anything happen while I was out cold?
ITT? Not much. Trump had a successful heart to heart with Slovenia, who is eager to put her abilities and talents to work on behalf of the party and the port. Some bants went this way and that, some feels were had/exchanged, and everyone (Tracy included) had a good (and not stressful) time.
By the way,... are we going to hear from Norfilly and Taylor anytime soon? I'm starting to worry.
I'm sure they'll show up Saturday.
This weekend tends to be very taxing/demanding (time, effort, stress, etc.), so no fault if they don't. I'm just emphasizing that they are not forgotten.
Nor is Sad Alex, or Yak Lee for that matter.
Would Lenos be willing to teach Tracy how to set traps?
Also, if Tracy acquired Aura of Despair through Blackguard levels, would that mess-up her stealth?
I say, for the sake of comfort and casual player accommodations characters should have a default/grinding modes during the week, instead of just freezing like zombies:>Whenever Queen Taylor can't show, assume it's because she's busy having awesome concerts and spreading her fame.>Norfilly is still collecting sticks and discovering fascism through it., and makes everyone very happy just by being alive.>Sad Alex goes in and out of petrification as his mood swings, but he manages to strike a different Jojo pose every time; he's getting pretty good at it.>Trumpaladin tweets on his phone whenever he can despite the lack of electricity/internet, but has faith that his tweets will reach other universes and have influence over destiny.>Torquil studies his meme tombs and draws rare Pepes and the like in his books for future use.>Infernius prays to his lord aand rereads Mein Kampf every week, so that he doesn't forget how to read; after that, he works on the Confederate Monuments around Port Barry.>Thez hauls ass at her Fight Club, visiting daily to remind them that they're all her bitches.>Tracy sharpens her various knives, practices her stabbing, and imagines what it will be like to be a mother
Players could set their own default modes too, or put basic, simple tasks, like crafting, on the backburner between weekend sessions.
Tracy was raped in her sleep, see >>23648>>23656
I think she'd be detectable through the detect evil spell, although it would take a couple rounds, and they'd only know her direction, but not her precise location. I'm not sure, but I think that spell might only be used by good slighted clerics and Paladins, which you are hopefully unlikely to have hunting you.
Another question: can buff spells of the same type stack? i.e If two spellcasters cast Bull's Strength on the same creature, does it get +8 Str?
>>23658>detect evil spell
Doesn't that work on other evil creatures too?
With the Fiendish template, Tracy already counts as an Evil Outsider with fairly high hit dice, so that's already a strong aura.. I'm not sure how to calculate it though.
She only counts as a fiendish outsider with fairly high hit dice in cauchemar form, which is already a pretty clearly unsubtle form. Otherwise, I think her only issue when not transformed is the 3 or 4 levels in Blackguard.
But really, what sort of enemies are you worried about casting Detect Evil?
Holy hell Thats the best class ever
Cauchemar isn't fiendish. Fiendish is a template applied to normal animals. I thought it was stated that she became fiendish after transforming for the first time, with the horns and all.
Uh... Let's say she was cured of her fiendishness or something through the Golden Lady's order or sufficient application of Paladin semen
Firetrap is a magical spell, he's not using physical traps.>>23656
Yes and no. She would be sensed but not seen.>>23657
Hmm, you pretty much nailed everyone.>>23659
Ah, I see.
Is setting traps a skill rogues normally have, or is that limited to just disarming them? A snare-trap is simple enough to make, but idk how to set them tactically.
I specifically set up >>23648
so that way she'd wake up with an arm over her.
*sleeping and spooning Paladin noises*
Traps are devices. They consist of a trigger, a reset, and a function. Anyone can make them but only rogues can make or disarm traps higher than DC 15
The first part didn't happen though.
Also, what about the lingering spines in her mane?
She banished outsiders. It had consequences. The spikes were removed sort of surgically
Meh, they're gone. They fell out like rotten teeth, cuz you didn't like 'em and I completely forgot
Fine by me (I was going to say she clipped them daily as part of her morning routine).
Just for the sake of my haphazard character sheet in the making, does she have the fiendish sub-type or not?
Not by default, its a gained trait through partial or full transformation.
So, only while she's a warhorse?
Just want to note that Slovenia is absolutely adorable. I think she could compete with Nordfilly for mascot
Norfilly is best mascot though.
"Morning! I'm gonna go kill something!" Thez beams after a long night's (5 hour) sleep.
What'd she do with Kefka's wings, btw?
She's about to test them. She could have had them made into Wings of Flying,... but that would have taken too much time and effort. Instead, she stitched them together to make a crude hang-glider apparatus.
"I don't need to fly, I just need to be able to better direct my falling." ^_^<whooof>
In the distance, a Roc that had been maintaining a circular flight pattern suddenly crumples mid-flight, as though struck from above by a projectile.
>>23688>Wings of Flying
That's what I thought she was going to do.
Hang glider is much more creative though.Make it fold into a staff, like in Avatar tLA
Well shit. How much of this world is trying to us?
Rocs are awesome though.
Ooooh, that's a GOOD idea, Not a staff exactly, but collapse-able.
The Roc in the distance is clearly struggling against something, but unable to right its self as it descends toward the ground. At this rate,....
... yeah, it didn't make it.
BTW, if I didn't mention last night, I'm gonna do a bit more off-board dice rolling simply to increase the tempo of some activities. Combat rolls will still be done on board.
>>23694I wonder if it had a nest nearby.
Trumpaladin wakes up with a full and long list of things he needs to do today.
He needs to confer with Inferius, on not just one but two seperate issues.
He needs to ask Fae a question, and then have her accompany him on an expedition.
He needs to deliver some Chamomile Tea to a certain someone, and make some morning bagels for her as well
He needs to ask Trollestia for her services
He needs to meet with Sechs and his Broncos
He needs to meet with leaders of the Davisian Order
He needs to recheck that market place
But first, there's someone he really wants to talk to. Someone he did not talk to last night, though he wanted to>>23695That, you can eat
A VERY good question.
A small group of humans emerge from the brothel and make their way in the direction of the fallen bird.
>>23696I want to rear one.
It takes a while, but the team of humans eventually drag the bird back in the vicinity of the Port. There they lay the bird out and begin the long and laborious task of plucking it.
Thez <whooofs> back to the tower, bearing some new scratches and gashes (nothing serious).
"I need to make an amulet, I got so used to having scales and natural armor - not to mention much more damage reduction - that I forget to guard myself against attacks. Oh well, I still nabbed us a proper bird, the whole city can has some 'turkey' tonight!" ^_^
>>23699>this is after Tracy woke up and kissed her husband good morning
Tracy is out for a stroll, and decides to investigate the area where the bird landed.
>>23700>the whole city can has some 'turkey' tonight
You set this whole thing up for that>>23701
But I need to talk to her first
>>23701>>23698Are you good at being a falconer? Are you going to dedicate ranks to Falconry? If you get a bird, are you going to actually attention to it? Or are you going to leave it in a room where it carries off a horse or something important after you leave it alone for too long?
I would NEVER
Black spot is gommie town, dark red is where the bird landed.
>>23702Please, oh please, oh please don't make me miss out on this.
I'm going to have to go in a bit...>>23703I didn't put all those ranks into Handle Animal for nothing.
Tracy goes out to check out the mountains around that area.
>>23705If literally nothing else, say that she told him about Inferius's dumbass idea of trying to domesticate a troll. Someone needs to stop him before he sets a troll lose in the Tower
>>23707She would've mentioned the Orcs.
Bah, trolls are easy if you know what to do.>>23708
Good point. I'll add it later, but the Tree-Orc village is just to the right of the circle
>>23708I mostly just wanted a quick rundown on what he missed out on, and he'd mention how he was helping her friend acclimate herself to the city. If she's going to be made a mount, that will need a conversation. But the most important thing is "please stop Inferius before he does something stupid." That and plenty of *pets pony*
*investigates mountains where Roc fell*
The Roc didn't fall in the mountains, it fell in a field a way outside Port Barry, almost like it was hunting caos
"What? Just set 'em on fire," Thez says like everyone knows that.
*Investigates crater where bird fell to determine which way it was flying, and looks for mountains in either direction*
I g2g, but I wanna find that nest.
Almost as if it fell miles away from the probable location of its nest, if it was a female. If>>23714
"I see. Just like the Vietnamese..."
*removes Icon of Saint Nixon from his pocket and looks at it*
Fuck it, I'm going to do this because Tracy didn't and it's just so glaringly obvious
"Thez, what was the sex of the Roc?"
"Uhm,... I didn't check. Hold on." <whooof>
32 seconds later<whooof>
"Its a girl."
"One more question Thez. These Trolls. Are they the same as the "Orcs" I hear mentioned, or are we dealing with two entirely separate groups here?"
>but I just wanna fug that pone
I saw that GM
You saw nothing.>>23720
Entirely separate groups
"Uh... who was encountered by Tracy and Inferius last night exactly? Living in the trees?"
Tree-orcs. The Trolls were in a separate section of the woods. I'll plot that position also.
"Was the village of the Trolls located, or only of Orcs?"
The troll village has not been located so far, just the orcs. The orc village is in a decent enough forest, but its mostly soft woods that aren't sufficient for trebuchets, the harder woods are deeper into the forest.
"Trolls I know are dangerous and man-eaters. What is the reputation of Orcs?"
"NORMAL orcs, or THESE orcs?" Thez asks with a chuckle.
"The Tree Orcs whose village was located. As specific to this situation as possible"
"Oh they're a bunch of pansies. They first took to the trees when the zombies were a problem, and developed a strategy of raining down rocks and filth on whoever was detected in their environment. They're generally malnourished, moderately inbred, and entirely stupid. Don't tell Slag I said that."
"Who is Slag? Have you opened up diplomacy with them? Are they an amiable bunch?"
>When you almost call an airstrike on the wrong village
"Slag is the angry green-faced guy who made a cameo early on against the hydra. He's been hiding in his room since then cuz he's so SERIOUS," she says this with a mocking sort of theatrics. "At this point, I don't think the orcs are aware of us, other than the time when they shot at I'nis. I wouldn't describe them as amiable, but they might be lured into contributing to the party and the local infrastructure.
Orcs Speak common, right?
*Scratches "Genocide Troll Village" off list of things to do today, since the Troll village has not been located, and the Orcs are not suitable targets for mass murder of women and children*
"I guess we'll want to meet with her when we determine we need laborers to build a damn or highway system. In the mean time, I have a pirate and 23 potential pirates I don't know what to do with, and 14 elves we sort of have laying around. I'll try to talk Inferius out of pissing them off by trying to enslave a few of them"
Heavens no, why do you think all the "Hibbity Hooblah"?
Wait, Infernius was going to re-enslave the elves?
Back for a bit
Did Tracy find any clues in the Roc's territory
I mean.. the D&D wiki says they speak both Common and orc, so I figured they were talking Orc in the home.>re-enslave the elves
The elves, no, although if they spent much of the day searching for gems in the dungeon or helping move the larger beams for the trebuchet, it would be much appreciated
She wasn't looking in its territory, she was surveying the area around where it landed, but Rocs have a several mile-long range of operation. They're ahem meta
known for nesting in mountainous regions.>>23738
These aren't standard orcs, these are tree-orcs. No common 4 u!
Well if they can't speak our language and no one knows Orc, then we can't boss them around.
Just so long as Inferius doesn't start a war I'm fine
I meant looking for/into it's territory.
Did she find the mountains in which it could've roosted?
There's one mountain range. Try not to get eaten by a dragon
Trumpaladin goes to the Bazaar. Riding Fae if it's faster
An adult dragon is a match for a high level paladin. I checked
That'd be Red or Silver, right?
Well, there are a number of dragons that like to live in mountains, although it's different climate zones for different kinds of mountain dragons. I think Silver are reasonably non-hostile, but red dragons, yeah. If you find a large one, you're dying
It would be a shame if there was a cleric in the party that can "Comprehend languages">>23741
It would have been the one that is at the south side of the Circle. You know, the one Tracy and Infernius were mobbing around in last night.
Red Dragon is correct. Just looked at the stats again and you don't want to face one alone
Red dragons are bros. They know where it's at.
Fuck silver dragons though. Thinking they're so cool, and always shapeshifting for human cock.
Advance towards that area.
Also, does this universe have duct tape?
Uh huh. I'm sure they feel the same way about you
I'll consider making an exception, but no.>>23750
Red dragons are legendary-tier trolls
>>23750>shapeshifting for human cock
Shit, they could be more dangerous than I realized
They do tho, in fact most of the 'good' dragons are semen demons
Ikr. They're all obsessed with getting LANCED.
Well shit. Cross "dragon hunting" off the list as well, lest I get hunted myself
By a strong and handsome knight, preferrably
But back to the point, Tracy makes her way towards that area.>>23758
It's more than just a stereotype: it's archetypal.
I love that movie.>A Spanking?
Yes. Ideally it fits with the natural survival hierarchy that emerges from chaos (there's that orderly chaos bit again), except not all in shiny armor are brave or strong, despite the iconography. All the 'nice' qualifiers are largely written in in the aftermath. ^_~>>23760
Bad, naughty Zoot
This is why dragon hunting should only be attempted mounted. So Tracy can have a strong swordsmen, both can have the movement, and Trumpaladin can be saved from almost certain temptation>>23762
If you're being hunted by knights, pretending to be a damsel is a damned fine survival strategy
Fair point. With dragons, consent is kinda like with cats.
She's not hunting any dragons right now, but if any Silver sluts try to make a move on him, she'll eat their hearts out.
GM makes a note: "... silver... sluts... exclamation exclamation"
It will never happen ever.
Before Trumpaladin returns to the bizarre, he prepares a cup of Chamomile Tea, and some bagels with Philadelphia Cream Cheese.
He goes to Slovenia, who I'm presuming is in the craft shop (if not, knock on her door. If she's out, just come by later). Deliver her the tea, and say
"A bright new day ahead I imagine. I'm guessing you'll want to get started on the full version. Here's some tea for you, and I prepared some bagels as well. I have no idea if you like bagels, but I know I enjoy them. If you need helpers, tell me so. I may be able to secure some for you"
>>23765>Eat their hearts out>That is not a metaphor>>23766
*cough* Trumpaladin prefers ponies *cough*
"No, that was quite thoughtful. I,... I do like bagels," she says with a smile.>>23768
scribble scribble scribble "Poners"
Tracy continues to search the mountains, keeping a watchful eye out for any giant feathers or LANCED.com CDs as she traverses the area.
*rubs hand through mane behind ear in a very playful manner*
"You're welcome, but seriously. Do you need helpers for the larger beams? Because I at least think we can get those"
"No, I'm sure I can,... talk Adam's bitches into doing it," there's a cold yet casual air to how she said that.
Thez is vigorously murdering on an oversized mortar and pestle, grinding out some potatos.
Trumpaladin moves his face to the side in a combination of a suspicious look and a glare
"... alright then..."
He leaves the room. When he goes outside, he calls Fae
Fae seems to be taking her time,... oh there she is. She swoops in and glances about for a moment before: "How can I assist you?"
Has Tracy found any clues?
>Wants to find potential egg before it freezes in absence of its mother
"Are you looking for something?
Fae, I need to go into town. But first, I want to know, what happened to the Tarasque-Football"
>>23774>Fae seems to be taking her time,… oh there she is. She swoops in and glances about for a moment before
Fuck it, that's just way too weird
"What is wrong Fae?"
And you're walking? C'mon now,....>>23776
"The game-ball is kill. It has decayed into an unusable substance, except perhaps to induce vomiting," she says dryly.
"Isn't it supposed to stay like that to keep the Tarasque from regenerating? What could have caused that?">The substance can induce vomiting
"Definitely save and bottle the sludge when you get back, and give it to me. I can use that"
You normally love rolling spot checks. Why are you off your game today?
"You're not serious,...."
"Yes, the Terrasque was supposed to remain dormant inside the magical bands of white lacing and always
fully-inflated oblong grandeur. For it to dissolve means that something happened that should not have," she says gravely.
[3d20 = 43]>>23779
She's been walking the whole time.
Has she found anything? What do the mountains look like?>>23781
I was holding back...
Spot, Listen, Search for now.
She almost gets the idea that flying, climbing, or otherwise disadvantageously positioning herself, she might find a strategically elevated position from which big bird might just put a nest.
That's cuz you got a 20
"If you have potions to induce vomiting, that would be greatly appreciated. The child isn't going to be holding the weight of any world if he is poisoned by something his mother eats first"
"What kind of thing that happened that should not have?"
Tracy goes into stealth and continues to scan the area from hiding, while her faggot steps out for a bit.
Why the reeing though? She really is adorable at least most of the time
Why stealth? Who are you afraid of finding you? go grind search and spot checks until you find a clue
Fae is disgusted by the idea, but on Trump's insistence she relents. "Very well, I'll have the sludge bottled. As for what happened I cannot say. I only know that the sealing should have been indefinite. The ball was to have remained as long as the seal was intact, and even in that's failure the Terrasque would have returned in full. We'd have noticed.">>23789
This. She can fly ffs.
"Um... we don't have to bottle the sludge..."
Ride Fae to the Bazaar
Fly up and keep constantly spamming Spot, Search, Listen, Scent, Track and anything else that seems useful.
Find the ladybird's perch.
Don't just say that, elaborate and do it!
[3d20 = 30]>>23793
Look up towards the top of the mountain
Determine where the highest, awesomest place is, where a giant eagle would perch to look at the world.
Then go there.
Make way up the mountain. Flying and stopping occasionally to check around and conserve energy.
Spot, Search, and Track
adds bang dragon to bucket list.
[1d20 = 16]>>23794
Well, that track roll was a wash, but no worries. A "Caw!" sound is the only warning Tracy has before immediately getting
[1d20 = 10]
[1d20 = 8]
....snatched up by another Roc, this one a bit larger and leaner.
Tracy is first initiative roll.
[1d20 = 16]>>23795
Is it squeezing her?
Hmmm. Rocks have mates. Like most birds actually. Who would have thought?>>23795
Thez... Ah, nevermind
Alright, Tracy is grasped in one of the Rocs claws. Her arms and legs are immobile, and her breathing is partially restricted. She is being carried.>>23798
Yes, but she can breathe.
IKR, on both
>>23800>could turn Ethereal when necessary
See where it takes her, ready to phase the fuck out of there at the first sign of a beak.
Sometimes, I wish I played a Ranger.
I love this kind of stuff.
That last turn was fucking dumb, but I'll do it anyway.
[1d20 = 15]>>23802
Tracy catches fire, which disturbs the Roc, as the flames are hostile and cause pain, but no damage. It rears and strokes at Tracy, who is now enveloped in a cloud of smoke.
Silver dragons are mostly only into hoo-mans.
Also, you have a waifu.>>23804
Well, the eggs and the younglings will be well taken care of, so you don't have to worry
[2d8+6 = 17]
Tracy takes a grazing strike to the shoulder, but is otherwise fine.
At the earliest point, Tracy jumps ethereal. How long is she staying? Is it a "get out of bird-hands" jaunt, or is she staying 'under' for a moment?
Um... Can I arrive at the bazaar?
She get's out of immediate harms way, and observes from a "safe" distance.
What's the surrounding area look like? Is she above the mountains?
"Yes of course Habibi! Welcome back to the bazaar. I see you indeed purchased that fine suit of armor. I don't know if any new vendors have arrived, but please enjoy yourself."
Yeah, she's a few 100 feet up. So are you material then? Cuz the Roc is closing with a "SCREEEEEE"
Goddamn, I wish I could picture a friendly sandnigger merchant, but I can't get that
abominable Starlight recolor out of my head.
Nope. She's full ghost.
Just stand in mid air until it loses interest; then follow it stealthily.
"It's a rather fine suit, thank you"
To best exploit the bizarre, do you:
1. Look at items on display, or
2. Ask vendors?
In that case, it ascends to a higher vantage point, clearly looking this way and that.>>23815
Thez, who apparently has followed him since the Roc has been properly seasoned and prepared and was placed in the forge (the only place big enough) but is otherwise well situated. "I suggest browsing."
still salty about >rape
Tracy follows the bird from a safe distance, while her faggot leaves for a moment.
Trumpaladin Browses the stalls! One by one, proceeding to a new one after each other has been exhausted, going down rows.
His search critereon are these:
Anything that is magical or enchanted and:
Some permutation of Jewelry, be it
or something that I omitted
He is not looking for normal Trumpaladin buffs, but anything that fits those critereon
Do I need to do like a dozen search rolls or something, one for each stall?
Okay that didn't take as long as I thought.
Tracy continues her bird-watching endeavor.
You sure it's not this pic?
What's it doing now?
Probably continuing its Tracy watching endeavor, which is what it was doing before
Also, how do you determine a character's DC save?
[12d20 = 128]
Rolls Search checks on Bazaar stalls!
Sorry, hadda eat. Its circling, still agitated and hostile.>>23826
Depends on the context>>23827
Oh no fucking way.
"Habibi, come this way! I have something to show you!" the bald man beckons.
FOLLOWS STRANGE ARAB MAN!
Anyway, wait for the bird to calm down and take off, then follow wherever it's going.
[1d20 = 9]>>23830
Thats not a DC, thats just waiting in ethereal until it ceases its survey pattern and flies back. That should only take a couple minutes.
so am i at the top of the ladder yet?
How do you determine a creature's DC to save against an attack?
... yes, yes you are. The sound of "Hibbity" and "Hooblah" is distinct and unmistake-able at this range.
cast comprehend languages and tongues.
That depends on context, like I said. If its a basic attack, you take the Base Atk bonus + str/buff/weapon/wtfbbq bonus +1d20 vs the opponenta AC (which its self is a bla/bla calculation).
If you're talking about attempting a sneak attack, its based on Rogue level + dex bonus/(+wtfe) vs. creatures relevant bonuses/etc. + 1d20>>23835
Yay! Okay, so the spell completes and suddenly the speaking makes more sense. Infernius has missed a whole lot of the build-up, but he makes out "so big that me whole family could eat, so me shoot.">silence
Derisive laughter and jeering.
Follow the bird.
Continues following Arab man!
ok can i have a description of the area?
"Yes, I remembered something I'm sure you said sometime. I see this and I think "That man would like this."
It is magic candle."
With a look that spans the border between suspicion and curiosity, Trumpaladin says "tell me about this candle"
[1d20 = 3]>>23839
Not unless you want to try sneaking up on top of the platform. There's to allow for either directional travel, but unless you're going up top you're limited to what you can see from under the "floor"
"Vedy simple, you light it, and it works." he smiles.
"And what does it do exactly?"
i burst through the floor.
... Where is the bird going?
I need about an hour break. sorry ._.`
Take care of what you need to.
alright have a nice time.
ok now ill be back in about 30 minutes to an hour.
"I don't know!" he seems pleased by this.>>23848
Did you mean through the hole?>>23847
The bird eventually relaxes its patrol and makes its way over to a rocky spire over there GM points
. You following it?
"Ever lit before?"
Yes, follow in stealth, from a safe distance.
Nope, its entirely unused.>>23863
Yeah, he lands on that spire over there points
[1d20 = 14]>>23864
"Why did you suggest it to me? What did I say that made you think it was right for me?"
Slowly approach the spire over "there", in stealth.
"Im sorry, I completely forgot. But I see it, and I know this man. It for you, it definitely. You should buy," his shtick would be far more irritating if money was an issue.
"Should it be used in formal setting or similar to a torch?"
Its a perch. From here you can see all around the spire, with no obstructions. Including, the nest about 60' lower, nesled in a jut of stone.>>23868
"I do not know." ^_^
"I'll take it"
"But before I go, does the shop [this guy is from the shop right?] have any special knives, daggers, or special stabbing equipment in stock?"
>>23871>>23869>inb4 shop disappears
>>23869>it really had a nest
Aw, poor thing...
Look closer, carefully. What's in it?
"Yes of course habibi. Come I take you." He leads you to a booth with letter openers. "Here are special knives.">>23870
Welcome. So is it through the hole or through the floor
"I'll take all of them
Give me a minute to figure something out.
it depends on if i have to roll to bust through the floor.
Yes, you do.>>23875
"Very good. Thank you."
>>23878I would in a heartbeat, but the priority is what to do with daddy bird. A Roc won't stop hopelessly circling its nest until it's mate comes back: it will die of starvation before it leaves its eggs alone.I'm a big mythology nut, with a soft spot for animals.
HOW MANY LETTER OPENERS DO I RECIEVE!
Go with Fae to see Adam at the saw mill
It was hunting ponies just a few minutes before
Is the tower visible from the top of the mountain?
ill knock on the trapdoor.
Also, is he incubating the eggs atm?
males dont do that.
[1d20 = 15]>>23881
One dozen letter openers. "What'cha gonna do with those?" Thez asks.>>23883
Off in the distance, yes.>>23884
The trapdoor is banged in. The orcs react with surprise.
Excuse me, I misread that. They do react with surprise tho.
"hello do you have a minute to talk about our lord?"
Infernius can hear whispering for a moment, then the trapdoor opens a crack, and then shuts its self. Agitated whispering can be hears.
*opens trapdoor before they stab through it*
Then who incubates the eggs while the mother is gone?
Okay then, very, very very stealthily approach the rim of the nest, making sure the eggs are between Tracy and Daddybird, to obstruct her image (back in small form).
"I was wanting a proper gift for Tracy, but I doubt she'd be impressed by these. I think one or two would be nice as a contingency stabbing weapon, since I have no stabbing weapons, and it has happened before that I have lost my one lethal melee weapon in combat. Get hit in the eye with this and you're reasonably fucked. Also I think Tracy would be impressed if I killed someone that way. It's even edgier than using a sword or knife.
And the rest, well, I'll use them to open letters"
Goes to the mill
Tells Fae "alright, burn the sludge. I'd rather you be fine with my decisions"
>>23896>asking a lion to start a fire
Help her out.
She's part dragon. I'm sure she can find some way of burning things
Get your head out of the gutter and convert the heathens, Mr. Cleric.
Also, she has brass scales.
Gold dragons can do it too
Thez nods, impressed.>>23896
No, she doesn't have a breath weapon.
Helps Fae burn sludge, if necessary
Tracy approaches the nest carefully.
She can handle it. If you had committed to keeping it I would have had it turn into a monster on you, but disposing it will avoid that consequence.>>23906
There are two ways to approach the nest. One is to ethereal right to it and become material again, the other is to climb up along the rock in stealth.
Have her go Ethereal while she can. Get between the eggs and Daddybird to hide behind them.
Press ear to one of the eggs and listen.
[1d20 = 20]>>23909
An orc wearing a pot for a helmet is inside the trap-door with a black scarf over his face yells: "Nazi!" as he attacks with a club.
Let the eggs be between her and the bird*
Go to the Saw Mill specifically to speak with Adam
Listen to both the eggs for that matter.
Hold on a sec. There's no "popping back in from ethereal and being auto-stealth". The position of the eggs is such quite because of the visibility factor.>>23915
With an intense look he asks bluntly
"What did she do?"
[1d20 = 6]>>23912>>23912
"ow what hell?"
punch the commie out
Okay then, slowly creep over the rim of the nest in material pony form alongside the eggs, while Daddybird isn't looking (the moment he looks back at the valley), then hide behind the eggs.
Rock eggs are as big as a car, right?
Well, maybe a smartcar.
And the adult ones are big enough to carry off a pony or much, much bigger. Why do you want to bring one home? You already have a Tarrasque
>>23923>bring one home
I didn't say that.
You would, but that was a really good hit. I'm gonna say it stunned you and they force the trapdoor closed again and bolt it.
The talking is muffled, but loud and excited. You can't make out what they're saying.
[1d20 = 6]>>23926
bust through the floor!
Would this be considered a non-lethal weapon?
The door holds solid. Your position on the ladder doesn't allow any sufficient leverage to apply against the door.>>23930>barbed club>non-lethal
So, while Tracy can go etherealness at will, that doesn't change the fact that the spell-like ability does
have a limited duration. Tracy momentarily appears and either begins falling or is spotted on the ledge next to the nest.
I thought it was 20 rounds?
Speaking of taking home creatures to raise that you think are harmless or domestic-able, but really just destroy everything when you leave them alone...>>23931
GM, what does Adam say when asked
"What did she do?"
You spent several minutes etheral waiting for the Roc to lose interest. That alone is 20, 30 or more rounds of Etheralness
why the fuck do i Never roll over 10 REEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE.
I stab into the floor as far as i can then i set my sword on fire.
Oh, wait, the transformation, you mean.
Get on the ledge for cover, or rather, get in the nest right next to the eggs, and stare straight at the bird, because why not at this point?I've been a massive fool tonight. Idk t this point...
You're asking Adam?
"Yeah, it is," his body language suggests that was a dumb question and why the fuck did you come all the way here to ask me that.>>23932
Its 20 minutes actually, but >>23934
its been a minute since she first went ethereal to escape the Roc. It can be re-engaged from wherever it is you never said she's at, but she's definitely been spotted.>>23936
Again, same story. The ladder doesn't provide sufficient leverage to stab into the wood, and the wood appears long-stained over many years, preventing it from being casually flammable.
fuck this i go back to the tower.
You arrive back at the tower, about to get the trolling of a lifetime. Thez is there, finishing up preparations on what appears to be an ebin feast. The whole mess area tables are lined with ridiculous proportions of all kinds of stuffs. Its fuckin' Thanksgiving, what do you want from me? As Infernius enters, she looks over at him and smiles. "Hey there I'nis. Have you seen Tracy?"
"I'll... come back later..."
gm when was the last time i saw her? last night?
Hmmmm, she thinks for a moment, not getting the sort of answer she'd hoped for. <whoof> she disappears.
>>23937>>23939>disappear momentarily>reappear on eggs
*sits on eggs with fat horsebutt*
Beckon it to come closer.I'm drunk as fuck, but here goes.She does confer fire resistance like in 5e, right? Her tail won't burn the egg,
No, but that would heat them quite well now that you mention it, and more than a round in one spot gives concealment (smoke). The Roc can no longer see effectively into the nest area.
They're still alive. The Roc flaps around frustratedly, but even with its wing beat it can't dissipate the smoke that readily billows from Tracy.
How far progressed to they feel? Are they well-developed, or freshly laid?
It feels like the embryos occupy all of their eggs except the air cells.
i go to lennos.
Assume Heavy Warhorse shape, after eggs are heated sufficiently.>Smoke stops
*stares straight up at the bird, even more intensely than before*
"do we have any cages around here?"
"You do that," he replies. Please note, Adam is a sarcastic bastard, I'm not just making that up.>>23954
He stops what he's doing. "What now?" raising his goggles. "I don't know about cages, but what do you need a cage for?">>23953
Didn't we just agree you'd need to be mounted to go Heavy Warhorse?
>>23955>to go Heavy Warhorse
I thought that was for Cauchemar form?
Either way, do what it takes to stop the smoking.
You're right. Heavy warhorse was for when she's on fire and ethereal and shit. Which she is/has-been the whole time. Going Pony is how to stop the smoke.
Shift into warpony.
Stare at Daddybird.
"me find a tribe of savages me gonna take prisioner."
[1d20 = 10]>>23959
He blinks a couple times. "Knock yourself out," he says dropping his goggles back over his eyes, picking up his latest piece, glowing red hot from one of the smaller forges. Oh, by the way there's a giant bird cooking in the uber-sized forge. "Nah, I don't know of any cages, and certainly
not enough to cage a whole tribe
. There is the quarantine area though," he says after a moments thought.>>23958
The Roc is diving toward your position with a "SCREEEE"
Resume smoke and flame.
Also, for the heck of it, practice blinking with etherealness.
can you make knockout darts?
... and missed Tracy with a fly-by attack. It concludes its action moving out of range.>>23961
Tracy resumes filling the place with smoke. The Roc resumes a holding pattern.>>23962
No blinking. It takes a standard action to go ethereal or come back.>>23963
"Hmmmm. Well, whether they're knockout darts or not depends on the poison not the design, but I don't think I've ever tried to make darts before. Let me think about it."
"Judging by the fact that you did not know what I was talking about immediately, I'll take that as a good sign. You recall that Equestrian Unicorn I showed up with here yesterday. Slovenia, 'bout 4 feet tall, white, and ran right past you. She said something to me this morning about making mill workers work for her, and to me it was a giant red flag, though I could not tell if she meant to say that she was going to charm the male mill worker with sex appeal, or if she meant she would do something coercive. I want to know if she's done... well, anything to make your mill workers do work outside of a wage based I-pay-you-money-to-do-this contractual nature. That's all"
How long can Tracy stay like that before she can't go ethereal or produce smoke, and she's fatigued and can only move at half speed?
Heat eggs diligently for a few minutes, then stop again.
Stare down bird once more, not having moved a muscle.>>23966The change is psychosomatic: she's in Mother Goose mode atm.
*ill go back to the orc village on utachit*
"Extra work? Sex appeal? Alright, she's pretty hot I'll admit it, but other than being a little bit of a cunt about production, nah. If my guys slack of, she lets 'em have it, but here glowing-horn shit is really useful to have around.">>23967
That boy needs therapy.
Seriously, I get where her head's at.>>23966
Probably at the end of this 'ethereal' casting, which she's about 1/4 of the way into
As Tracy checks on the eggs, the Roc starts flipping out and flying all over the place.
Withgold flame until she gets a response from Daddybird.
Daddy-bird is not paying attention, its flying around chaotically, flipping this way and that.
"SCREEEEE" can be heard, less loud than the Roc, but still clear and detectable.
>>23969>That boy needs therapy. Seriously, I get where her head's at.
I want to know what this means
[2d20 = 20]>>23971
Resume heater mode.
Spot plus Listen checks (both +5) as she angles her neck and ears towards the sound
What made the noise?
Sorry, it was a song-meme reference. "Psychosomatic, that boy needs therapy">>23974
Its coming from the Roc, but its NOT coming from the Roc. "SCREEEEEEEE" THAT was from the Roc,...
"SCREEEEE" That was the other thing.
You're too far away to get a good look, but there is something gray and reddish on the back of the Roc.
WHat's your method of approach?
I think I know exactly what that is...
You probably do. Thez disengages from the rock with a crescent-flip, landing some distance away on the air. "SCREEEEEE" she,... screeches.
The bird looks at her, the air around her boiling over with unholy aura, and then at Tracy's position, but doesn't advance on either.
[1d20 = 3]
The rock lifts up, and uses the slight elevation increase to begin a dive at Thez.
[1d20 = 13]>>23977
i get over directly over the tree then i go straight down. unless i see the roc.
[1d20 = 11]
Thez doesn't even dodge
And punches the Roc square in the nosebeak, stunning it, which it begins to fall as a result of. "I fuggin' warned him,...."
*nurses eggs pretending not to stare too much*>>23985
... Is.. is he okay..?
You see it, but its far enough away that it wouldn't register as immediate, and it just started falling.
ok i continue with my plan.
"He'll be fine, I hit him non-lethal. I didn't realize the bird I dropped earlier was mated. I guess I should have asked. It wasn't until I was already on his back that I remembered I can talk with any living creature (its a monk thing). So I apologized for having dropped his girl, told him he was better off leaving to try and live a new life, but that if he kept on he might not fly away from it," she says, a little sad.
You see scrawny orcs with crude bows all around the perimeter of the platforms, attached to harnesses. The door has a beam sealing it off, and they're clearly listening and waiting for a sound or a clue from underneath.
so are there various platforms through out the tree? oe is there just one?
The Roc starts flapping again, and flies off to the south, vanishing along the horizon.
"OH FUG, the bird!" Thez <whoofs> away.
Tracy gives a somewhat quizzical look, her plot still nestled upon the eggs causing her to look like a large blue hen, her front hooves crossed on her lap as steam rises all around her.
"... So.. what about their foals..?"
There's a netowrk of platforms, connecting several trees to the central one. Platforms are at different elevations, and the tree branches are bundled together at points, giving crude rain protection. Its hella shabby, but they can clearly survive in it. No walls to speak of though
are there buildings?
We can make omelettes
"... I.. I can't just leave them here.. they'll freeze to death like this.."
Nope, just open-air platformed sections. Crude decorations (they're Orcs, and SJWs at that) are at various spots and areas, some shoddy paint and such. Its an eyesore.>>23998
Try it, I dare you.
[1d20 = 7]>>24003
can i see the chief?
If Tracy's faggot wanted to do that, he would've done it already.
What the actual fuck are we or Tracy going to do with Roc eggs? Seriously
Thez <whoofs> back to Tracy, her hair a bit singed.
"Saved it! So anyway, I was gonna say I made food. Were you coming back to the tower any time soon?"
On top of a mountain for months until they hatch into chicks that are hostile and will also die on their own? What the fuck is the end game?
"... I... *looks down past her lap at her dangling hooves* .. I hadn't planned on it.."
>>24009That's the thing, m8. I never have an endgame.
Hard to say which one is the chief, you see several with stick cage-like armor, but can't tell who's in charge.>>24010
"What, you're going to,... you are, aren't you? You know, we could probably setup the stables,...."
*looks away again, trying to hide her embarrassment*
".. I just kind of.. acted on instinct I guess.."
alright i fly down from straight over the tree.
[1d20 = 10]>>24013
"You need a hand with those?" Thez offers, with a knowing grin. "I promise I won't drop 'em."
The orcs are completely oblivious. They're listening for a banging or invasion sound, not the soft buzzing of a fly (even a big one).
>>24016What was the roll for?
i land and scream in orcish(tongues ftw) "Whos in charge here?!?!"
The dice was the orc's spot check v. Infernius. Thez drops down next to the eggs and grabs 'em. "You coming too?">>24019
While ruining the element of surprise, Infernius successfully has the element of surprise, and his use of the orcish tongue surprises them.
"Is that the nazi?" "That's him!" "Mysoginist!" "Mansplainer!"
>>24021>"You coming too?"
"wage gap is myth."
[16d20 = 162]>>24022
She <whooofs> Tracy and the eggs about halfway to the tower. She has a firm grip on the eggs, and the wings on her back auto-extend from the wind rushing past. I'm assuming that tracy is holding onto her back?
"These things work great. They don't entirely prevent me from falling, but they allow me to angle my descent for better speed and direction. Thanks again for them." About 32 seconds of rapid gliding later, she <whooofs> all to the tower stables. She sets the eggs down and retracts the wing-glider and ties it with a loosely attached piece of strap.>>24024
Some of the orcs reeee, and attempt to charge, forgetting that they're tied to a harness.
[5d20 = 36]
3 of the orcs fall off the edge as a result, and are dangling over the side. 5 keep their wits about them though, and fire arrows.
Kek. One of the orcs shoots another orc who tried to charge.
"Hitler do nothing wrong!!"
*tries not to vomit*
"Th.. th-thanks a lot.. Thez.." (she means it though)
Tracy regains her footing, and checks to see if the eggs are fine, pressing an ear to each vessel.
They're sufficiently aggro'd, and you lack the ability to enrage them further. Your move.
They're good. Trollestia nods respectfully to Tracy, while Thez takes Ponimaru aside to talk to him.
Why the fuck are you keeping the eggs. What are you going to do with chick rocs? What are you going to do with adolescent rocs? What are you going todo with adult rocs? Why are you going to leave all of those Ina place they can be a danger to other animals?
"You're welcome, anytime," she smiles, leaving the stables.
[3d20 = 31]>>24030
kill them as brutally as many as i can. so they fear me.
*sits on eggs and lets out a confused, hormonal sigh*>>24032It takes one week to rear a wild animal so that it becomes domesticated. Idk why you're upset about it. Domesticated Rocs would be a valuable asset.
Well they are spread out, but they're also pretty much stuck in place. You can start mobbing through them one-by-one though. You'd need a pretty low dice roll to miss.
>>24003>try it if are you
Fuck you, that's exactly what ongoing to do
>>24035This, especially if imprinted. The Monster Manual WAY underestimates the intelligence of wild animals desu
[1d20 = 2]>>24036
perception to see if i can find the xir in charge
I thought you might
[3d20 = 40]>>24040
kill some more untill i can roll perception again.
*Tracy begins to tremble slightly, not unlike a pressure cooker, steam rising all around her as her cheeks grow slightly red*>>24040
Did How much longer would it take to complete that ring?>is busy nurturing eggs, but wonders if the mold she cast is done yet
[1d20 = 16][8d20 = 116]>>24041
They got some good rolls there..
[5d8 = 18]
Infernius realizes he has already killed the leader as he is shot by 5 of the orcs.
ok can i skull fuck the leader to send a message to the rest of the orcs?
I applaud the creativity. You may skullfuck. That's pretty dark, so I'm gonna say that the orcs are stunned, and that has seriously weakened their morale. That you disengaged, while u have 5 arrows sticking out of you,... yeah its a pretty edgy move.
sjws deserve it. plus one clubbed me.
[3d20 = 22]>>24049
i grapple as many as i can the fly to the containment area.
You were invading their safe space. Still, I don't disagree with your choice
I know. It's pretty awesome too.>tfw Cleric is beating you at edginess, while you're busy nursing orphans
Well, they're still harnessed in place, but several are actively removing their harnesses, including the ones that fell down and climbed back up (they missed part of it, but everyone else,... and the Minotaur skull-fucking was enough to convey the severity of the situation. I'll say you have one. Uatchit flies in on cue and zips off.
i could carry that one if you'd like to grab more - Uatchit thinks to Infernius.
[3d20 = 23]>>24054
"good girl take it to the prision area then come right back."
grapples some more
Uatchit flies off while Infernius has his way with the orcs. Their morale is devastated. The ease with which he snatched one up and carried it around like a broom,... which just got taken away by a giant fly. and who could forget the skull-fucking? "What do you want from us?!"
"Patriarcy!" from somewhere in the back.
After heating the eggs sufficiently, Tracy gets up momentarily to pick up her finished ring in the forge, reluctantly asking Trollestia to ensure nothing happens to her eggs while she's away (the estrogen makes her paranoid).
"i came her to save your souls but then me was clubbed by some guy.
[1d20 = 16]>>24055
"Transphobe!" says one, "Oppressor!" another screams, not really fighting but clearly distressed. Salty tears did rain down as they don't resist the Minotaur who still has arrows sticking out of him.
[1d6 = 2]
One of the orcs runs toward Infernius' flank and grabs an arrow, twisting it.
"No Trump! No KKK! No Fascists in the Game!" xir yells on a sudden inspiration.
[1d20 = 17]>>24059>>24060
can i puch through his head?
[2d20 = 20]>>24061
Did you just assume its gender? Its behind you, twisting an arrow in his shoulder-blade
The two infernius is holding start kicking at him.
[1d4 = 3]>>24062
One connects squarely with his shin, doing damage.
[1d20 = 5]>>24062>>24063
i try to gore the "GUY" with my horn.
T>"Oh, you can be assured that not only I will keep them safe." Ponimaru re-enters and begins piling hay around the eggs. He nods to Tracy in passing.
Its a gold ring with a gemstone eyeball design on it, mounted to a metal clasp for attaching to a collar. Lenos says "I kinda assumed."
>>24057>*picks up ring*
*Returns to her seat steam rising all around her like she were a simmering pot, her cheeks flushed with heat and hormones*
".. There, there.. *pats egg* safe and warm..." she coos faintly>>24065>before then
"Th-thanks a lot, guys.." (she meant it)
*gallops off to pick-up the ring*>>24066
Can she have "TC" engraved onto the gold-plated side?
*whips out keen-edged knife*I gotta sleep
Sure, knock yourself out>>24068
Its just a clasp, it can be removed.
[6d20 = 54]>>24064
Miss with the gore. The orcs run up and surround Infernius grabbing at the arrows.
One successfully grabs another of the arrows, this one in his leg.
Infernius has two kicking sjw's in either hand, two more are grabbing at arrows still embedded in his body, and he's otherwise surrounded.
[3d20 = 21]>>24072>>24072
i let go of one of the orcs then i grab the other one by the ankles and spin to take out the orcs surrounding me.>pic related
That's right. How many motherfuckers do you want to beat with that motherfucker? Cuz now they're just cowering. You can use the motherfucker as a non-lethal weapon if you like, just knocking motherfuckers out.
Uatchit flies in and grabs a motherfucker as xir is rendered unconscious.
[3d20 = 36]>>24074
yea i just knock em all out that i can.
K. We'll skip to the part where they're all ko'd. With you flying along, you can carry 3 of them at a time. As you're finishing with the last living ones, Uatchit thinks
shall we bring the corpses?
"yeah we put em in thing to bring back to life"
all of them? - U's fly eyes glisten in an apparent attempt to look cute
"aw cute fly, yea all of them."
"okay we bring a 3rd of them tonight."
"you can have as many as you want.you do good job bringing them here."
*affectionately pets fly.*
Infernius gets back, finishing the transfer of all the remaining sjws (there's 11) and however many corpses. Thez finally bursts from the kitchen and announces: "Food is ready! I'm gonna take some of it into town. There's a gathering at the Rusty Duck, the Whorehouse, the Police station, everyone's gathered together and we have SO
much Roc, I figure the whole Port can have a mighty thanksgiving feast. I'll be back in a bit, I call one of the drumstics!" she calls, <whooof> away.
i grab some haunches of turkey, and head to the police station.if i cant find thez while im getting some turkey.
You find her inside the Police Station actually. "Hey! I was just gonna grab a plate. I'll be right back."
i walk through out the police station does anybody want to talk to me?
[1d20 = 14]>>24088
Yeah. "We hear you cleaned out a (oh fug, what's the RWSS term for an sjw health risk environment? I'll look it up in a moment)!" several pats on the back and approval. Thez <whooofs> back carrying a drumstick bigger than she is. "I'nis,... can you come here for a minute?"
"sure,need some help?"
>>24090"Not yet, but,... we have a problem."
She bluffs, not alarming anyone."The treasury is empty."
"maybe we go somewhere else to talk bout this?"
"What's the rush? Tracy is passed out, and Torcuil is in a coma. I can't detect magic for shit anymore. Can you?" nom nom drumstick.
"me can yes. where we start though?"
>>24094"The Treasury would probably be best,"
she whispers. "Football!" she yells, drawing cheers from the crowd, before <whoof> she and Infernius are outside the Tower Treasury. "I poked my head in earlier cuz I saw Uatchit nomming on a corpse and I thought we could keep it in there so it doesn't stink up the place, and I found this," she opens the vault. The whole place is empty, all the stored wealth from the (((rats))), recent developmental tools/weapons, everything, is gone. "Don't tell Lenos!"
"you want me to do it here?"
"Don't look at me, I'll find someone who's hiding all day long, but magical forensics are beyond me."
detect magic and for good measure detect jew.
There is a series of footprints, that glow under magical scrutiny. There is also a radius glow just outside the vault.
"me got a trail over here."
i follow the footprints.
The footprints wander about the room, systematically approaching every area of the room, and making loops back to the radius glow.
where do they originate from?
how any sets of feet does it look like?
[1d20 = 5]>>24105
is there any clear sign of how they got in? if not perception roll looking for the smallest thing out of place.
The circle and the footprints are the only available evidence, and the glow from both is fading.
where do the footprints go after they walk out the door?
They don't. The circle is just outside the vault, and the footprints lead from it and back to it.
i explain the situation to thez and say.
"me dont know how they do.the fucking feet prints lead no where REEEEEEEE. me head hurts from thinking to hard."
"Hmmmm. A teleportation circle maybe?"
"maybe,me dont know about teleportation."
"I don't know how it works, but I've used one before. You basically step into a circular area, except when you try to step into the circle that's "here", you cross into the circle "there", and vice versa."
"Remember, don't tell Lenos," Thez reiterates. She kisses him briefly before retiring for the night.
Carry on, but I'm passing out.
"sounds like a possibility."
>mfw I don't even remember last night, but it seems to have yielded good results
The image I got in my head seems hilarious though.
Handle Animal is mega haorxx if you're lucky enough. I'm glad I spent all those ranks on it.
So we lose all of the Gems AND we lose all of the Gold AND we lose to Football, but he gets to keep special birds because He gets a Deus Ex Machina to help him when his shitty plan would have and truly should have failed, and he gets a liberal interpretation of the D&D even though the other two players received very harsh treatments in their plans and definitely no deus ex machinas. No. Fuck that>>24119
You are already haxxor. You are already bypassing all normal rogue skills like climbing or stealth with your free-be etheralness and flying. Shut the hell up
It looks like this.
I could've just killed the Daddybird, but I just didn't want to do that.
I'll admit that I had a lot more luck on my side than the other players did though...>liberal interpretation
Idk what you mean by that. Are you referring to the rearing rules in the future?
Rearing, as in raising animals from infancy*
No you fucker, the problem is you should have been entirely unable to bring the eggs back with you. You should have thought about that before going, and its a Deus Ex Machina you just get "thez carries the eggs back"... for some reason... But I can't buy a gift, I get treated rudely, and Inferius is punched out like a Nazi>>24123
Fuck you you lost our gems and our Football, you deserve to lose your birds
Thez showing up AND carrying back massive eggs is not luck, its GM Deus Ex Machina
>>24124>you should have been entirely unable to bring the eggs back with you
I could've just had her ask for help eventually, and she still has an empty Bag of Holding, as well as most of Ponimaru and Copper's skins to use for a makeshift sled. In her warhorse form, she can drag 4,500 pounds.
Also, why do you want the birds gone? They can be very useful creatures. Unmodified, they can be taught at least two separate trick, like carrying heavy loads in isolated areas, or scouting-out enemy territory above the clouds. Level 9 Animal-Rearing is a chance you don't give up on a campaign, regardless of your class.
I'll shut up, just let me take one of the two birds
The gems and gold were a developing "main story" plot. The Birds AND the SJWs were just side dealings. Infernius only got punched out cuz he was trying to walk in the front door, he had no problems when he used the fly (except when he allowed them to surround him while he had arrows sticking out, and then he made a good choice in his response). That Thez helped was simply because at that point she was going to round up everyone to eat.>>24124>you lost
Everyone lost, its not a one-person thing.
I'll let you name one of them whatever you want, and use them whenever it's necessary. How's that?
They're not going to be doing any fighting/carrying for a while anyway. The first thing I'm going to teach them is "Come" and "Heel".
I'd say more, but I g2g for a while right now. Maybe an hour.
By "you lost," mean the responsibility for the loss is 100% on him which it is. I am fully aware we all suffer for it
>>24132>100% on him
But it isn't
This entire situation, and the circumstances, doesn't sit right with me>>24130
Give me something
I already did, you should ask Lenos about that candle.
Tracy is still splayed out across the two eggs, hay filling-in the spaces to make it more manageable. Steam rises off of her as she dozes off, muttering something about babies.
... also there's the L 19 spell resistant Full Plate,...
ASK LENOS ABOUT THAT CANDLEI had something else I wanted to d last night, but I did not feel in the mood
"Hmmmm. Thats a candle of truth, and a big one at that. When lit, the candle casts Zone of Truth in a 5' radius, that remains as long as the candle is lit. A standard one lasts an hour and the candle is ruined if its snuffed out, but that one looks to have used a modified recipe, allowing a person to re-use it as long as the candle isn't fully consumed. Good pick."
"Woahhhh... Is there anything special about these letter openers, besides giving the user the ability to quickly open envelopes without tearing the contents?
Also does that mean the candle may be used as long as perhaps 59 minutes, then snuffed out, and reused after a regeneration period?"
*shows two letter openers*
"It doesn't regenerate, but it has a longer duration that 60 minutes.">>24141
"Uhm,... no, they just open letters quickly. They can be keened though."
"What kind of duration, do you think?"
Is that already magick, or could it also be Glamoured?
"By its size and length at least half again, so no less than 90 minutes. I can't say for certain though, this is an unusual configuration (he's referring to the sigils and runes carved and molded along its surface). It might burn faster than normal, it might burn slower.">>24144
"Well thank you"
KEENS TWO LETTER OPENERS
It was said earlier that everything that can be researched can be through the tower's library, right?
While Tracy's steams the eggs with her blazing-hot plot, she decides to take it easy and flip-through any relevant atlases and/or history books that could provide for more information on the surrounding cities and other geographic areas of interest, using Kefka's Mage Hand to turn the pages and rip-off Twilight. She continues doing this for hours, researching the continent and gaining some Local Knowledge as she goes.
To begin, what's the name of the city to the south? Any why do they have canons pointed at a mountain?
Why is everybody so eager to get into Cardishore?
What are the names and locations of other city-states formerly under Kefka's control?
Just wtf are "Drow" (she doesn't know yet)? And where do they live?
Where can she find an abundant supply of elephant steaks?
I wanted to ask Ben a lot of the same questions
Ikr. Tracy has the local knowledge skill, but it hasn't really come in handy.
Try researching for your Nobility and Royalty Knowledge skills to try and figure out the politics of this continent, particularly who rules what when the Emperor isn't around. It'd be good to figure out the alignments of the rulers of surrounding countries. This area may border a communist superpower for all we know.
Alot of the history books in the library are outdated by several hundred years, but:
The city to the south is called Durpistan. Its a communist mining city full of,... not the brightest. Their economy is shit, and as a result their equipment is shoddy at best and dangerous in general. There is no reference to the cannons.
Cardishore doesn't appear in any of the books, apparently having been founded after publishing. Kefka has no mention in the books either.
Drow are not known to have any established city-states, and while uncommon, are listed periodically in various mentions and anecdotes.
Elephant steaks? Really?
Good enough for me. Doesn't spoil too much that way.
Do he listed appearances of the Drow show any particular modes or patterns? Like, where they're most often spotted?>Really?...Rocs eat elephants, don't they?
>>24150>Kefka has no mention in the books either.
Could she make a loose conjecture of how the continent was politically divided before Kefka started bullying everyone?
Tracy makes note to ask around about the significance of Cardishore next time she goes out into town.
*urge to Urgent Fury intensifies*https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Invasion_of_Grenada>>24150
(I would have done this last night)
Go to Ben
"who are our major trading partners by sea? Distant city states that are friendly enough to accept at least merchant parties. I only need two"
When I'm in the tower, visit Slovenia. Tell her
"The heresy was more severe than I realized. We're going to need more than one Trebuchet. Full siege models, for killing walls and fixed defenses. Not just anti-infantry"
Or does my character not know any of this?
>>24155>Or does my character not know any of this?
He didn't spend hours reading books, o probably no.
Tracy would tell him everything though. Rogues are supposed to be the info-gatherers anyway.
>>24151>Rocs and Elephants
Yes, assuming that they're found in the same areas. However, this is not the climate or environment for Elephants.
Drow appearances and activity tend to revolve around individuals, rather than group actions.
Previous to Kefka, there were a number of independent city states which had fostered reasonably peaceful relations and a thriving system of economic trade. Each state had one or more players representing them, who would tend to conflict and adversity, while the people they worked on behalf of would operate in their own communities. It was a very civic nationalistic setup, and aside from natural disasters or the occasional Dr. Evil person, most led successful if occasionally difficult lives.>>24155
Not yet at least
>>24157>thriving system of economic trade
It seems the first step is to get the economy moving again, and free-up trade, imo. New information could come and go with the new wares being traded.
Ask Ben about Trading partners!
I too am interested in this.
A lot of the items I want to craft require higher-level scrolls.
"I'm not sure who Korak traded with, he kept his mouth shut about any of his navigation and transit plans. Didn't even keep maps to my understanding."
He's a salty dwarf..
"You have been importing gold and gems and exporting. Jewelry. From whom and to whom?"
Trollestia is a level 7 Cleric of the Animal Domain, right?
Tracy really out to ask Trollestia to search the dungeon, along with the elves, sifting through the dirt to find the gems
That works too. Forget what I said about the eyeball>>24164
"The gold and jewels have been coming from nearby localities, particularly Cardishore (they're absolutely swimming in money). The jewelry has likewise been going back to Cardishore and Sparintenar, and through them has been transferred further on by other contacts.">>24165
For simplicity's sake, yes
>>24166Tracy really doesn't like Trollestia though.. The most she'd ask her for is the protection of someone else at this point, although that could change in the future, just not immediately. I'll figure something out.
Also, ask him more about Cardishore
>>24167>Cardishore is more of an Entrepôt thanPort Barry
Oh hell fucking no
Tell Flashy and he'll conscript Trollestia and the Elves
"Its a giant social media, self/group promotional, edifice of narcissism and entertainment. The city was founded in response to,... a musical phenomenon that was once known throughout the Game, but which went missing. A few wealthy patrons got together and started a talent search, which gained money, fame, and recognition. Over time it continued to develop, until now it's a vast and successful major city centered around the pursuit of glory, praise, money, and marketing."
>>24170She first has to find a way to explain why the dungeon is kill, and that she had one in the first place.. I'll figure it out after I do the math..>>24171
I bet Taylor could make a huge splash there.
"You've probably seen the line outside. Those are the people without particular skills and talents, who desperately cling to the idea that if they just stand in line and wait their turn, someone will notice them and they'll be admitted inside and experience some fairy-tale dream of success and grandeur. Those people never make it."
Didn't we already know half of that? Thez has a recording contract somewhere...
Most of it, yes. And yes she does. You'd have to talk to someone in/from Cardishore to find out more, since they're not just giving out the secrets/methods of success, nor what goes on inside.
I didn't know anything about Cardishore until now, except that it seems really advanced, and that it's a pain and a half to get into.
Oh, it was mentioned. Thats the most direct explanation that I've given, but I've given most of those details as tidbits and mentions.
I've been meaning to have another crack at that place, although Tracy's only motivation is to retrieve her knives.
You should definitely tell your Flashy about the situation so he can de-fuck it. He likes openness, especially relative to finding out from other people first
Thez <whooof> to the stable. "How are da widdle birdies?" She taps at one of the eggs, which shakes a bit in response.
Go talk to her first. She's got so much estrogen in her system right now that she'd sit on those eggs forever.
This. This is also why I/Thez went along with it, because character/biology considered, it is a remarkably in-character set of decisions and responses.
>>24183The benefit to using all this math is that I can still make in-character decisions while hammered.
Did Slovenia have the stables renovated yet?
Are thrown kunai considered melee or range?
Not yet, she's all about trebuchets at the moment.>>24186
Both. Primarily thrown, but can be used as melee (they're considered shuriken, due to their size)
There's something to be said for developing the ability to function while hammered,... I know it sounds degenerate but I can speak at length on the psychological and dispositional indicators and ramifications.
Everyone has their style.
Oh come on people, stay sober! Especially Tracy's faggot. You're not old enough to drink!
What about the local geography? Any natural resources or interesting areas in the region? What about monsters and megafauna?
>>24190......... Sometimes I pretend to have been drunk as an excuse for having acted like a total autist........ This was one of them....
Yes, but 'hammered' causes the individual to function on a more instinctive and reptilian-brained level. While the reptilian brain is far less reasonable, it is particularly keen when focusing on more natural and subconscious aspects of interaction. Body language and voice intonation analysis is significantly increased, for example.>>24191
Not much to speak of. Apparently previous parties didn't much care for local flora and fauna.
>>24193>previous parties didn't much care for local flora and fauna.
Do the books come from records of previous campaigns.
Records and acquisitions, yes.
Are there any entrances to hidden crypts or dungeons nearby? Completed, or uncompleted.
No, those are closely guarded secrets specific to the communities they would be found in/amongst. Its not like "today" where "Here is the tomb of blah blah, come by and visit, and be sure to check out the gift shop"
Alright, so much for arcana knowledge.. May as well delve into past relations.
What about destinations with specialized craftsmen or serviceable NPCs? Did any of the previous campaigners take note of places where they had equipment made, or exotic spells cast for them? What about potential allies to the party.
Do any of the merchants at the port have anything to say about distant port city-states
Again, the books are antiquated. Its been about 300 years since those books were published. I'd hate to concoct a bunch of details that are entirely irrelevant now.
I can say that Krenshal blur-blur "was" known for two things; autism, and autism. That IS in the books.>>24200
The available merchants whom you're able to readily talk to all come from by land. They have traveled by foot and can't comment on ports.
Gee, its almost like GM is trying to get the party to ask the 1 living pirate they have at their disposal.
>>24201>Krenshal blur-blur "was" known for two things; autism, and autism.
He sounds interesting. Noted.
>>24198>Cities don't produce tourist brochures
Oh hell no! We have so much work to do on this planet
Krenshal is a gnome city, not a dude
What direction "was" it in?
Thez gets bored and <whooof> leaves the stables. Ponymaru snuck out earlier, but was unnoticed 'cuz he got a good die-roll. Trollestia and Tracy (and eggs) remain.>>24205
Its the bright red dot. Also the gold is the SJW/orc village, and the white dot is where the trolls attacked from.
>>24206>Did realize Thez was in the stables and thought she was at the Thanksgiving celebration with everyone
Sorry, Thez...>>24207>north is down
No worries, she poked the egg, the egg wobbled (of its own accord). She was satisfied with that. Besides, she's gotta teach the Fight Club about sundering the incoming
Is there a road towards Krenshal?
Yes, its the WEST road at the cross-roads that also connect Cardishore and Sparintenar. e_e
Return to tower, and use "Detect Evil" until I find pony.
>makes a note to emphasize better>>24212
If you picture a T between them, the crossroads is at the apex of that T. I believe you indicated having Tracy put a Nithing pole there. No bully, I'm updating my notes.>>24213
Topkek, she's in the stables.
And there you find Trollestia standing with her head out a window, and Tracy curled atop small car-sized eggs, emanating heat (and a little smoke) with a dazed yet contented look on her face.
IIRC, this is the first Trump has seen of the eggs.
Indeed it is
"What the actual fuck am I looking at here?"
Trumpaladin says to whoever will answer
Yeah, a Darkskull with Cause Fear as it's Unhallow spell. I wasn't in the open, but in the woods close enough to the crossroads that one who were already looking for it could find it if they searched the wood.
"And how the fuck is Tracy a space heater now?"
Troll brings her head in, looks at Trump, then at Tracy, and then back at Trump. "Mheh heh" she giggles at him and sticks her head back out the window.>>24219
Creative license of the Nightmare-flaming/smoking. Its almost entirely story with no combat modifiers or effects, so as long as its tactful I'll allow it.
*infernuis walks up behind trump*
"trump me and ana find clue in missing money last night."
Tracy appears dazed for a moment, but snaps back to reality at the sound of her husband's voice.
"O-Oh, Flashy! It's good to see you. How was your day?"