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.
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>>24004Hard 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,...."
>>24012*looks away again, trying to hide her embarrassment*
".. I just kind of.. acted on instinct I guess.."
>>24012alright 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."
>>24015The orcs are completely oblivious. They're listening for a banging or invasion sound, not the soft buzzing of a fly (even a big one).
>>24017i land and scream in orcish(tongues ftw) "Whos in charge here?!?!"
>>24018The dice was the orc's spot check v. Infernius. Thez drops down next to the eggs and grabs 'em. "You coming too?"
>>24019While 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!"
[16d20 = 162]>>24022She <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.
>>24024Some 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.
>>24025>>24026"Hitler do nothing wrong!!"
>>24025*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.
>>24028They're sufficiently aggro'd, and you lack the ability to enrage them further. Your move.
>>24029They'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?
>>24029"You're welcome, anytime," she smiles, leaving the stables.
[3d20 = 31]>>24030kill them as brutally as many as i can. so they fear me.
>>24031*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. >>24034Well 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 youFuck you, that's exactly what ongoing to do
[1d20 = 2]>>24036perception to see if i can find the xir in charge
[3d20 = 40]>>24040kill some more untill i can roll perception again.
>>24035*Tracy begins to tremble slightly, not unlike a pressure cooker, steam rising all around her as her cheeks grow slightly red*
>>24040Did How much longer would it take to complete that ring?
>is busy nurturing eggs, but wonders if the mold she cast is done yet >>24043They got some good rolls there..
[5d8 = 18]
Infernius realizes he has already killed the leader as he is shot by 5 of the orcs.
>>24046ok can i skull fuck the leader to send a message to the rest of the orcs?
>>24047I 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.
>>24048sjws deserve it. plus one clubbed me.
[3d20 = 22]>>24049i grapple as many as i can the fly to the containment area.
>>24050You were invading their safe space. Still, I don't disagree with your choice
>>24050I know. It's pretty awesome too.
>tfw Cleric is beating you at edginess, while you're busy nursing orphans >>24051Well, 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.
>2:30 AM
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).
>>24056"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>>24060can i puch through his head?