Continuing the (eh?) compelling story of Torcuil the Meme Magician, Trump the (ahem) Shining and Resplendent Paladin, Tracy the edge-lord (multiple meanings there), and Infernius the Minotaur.
The party has found its self overlooking a rocky hillock leading toward a town into which several large and small rivers connect. Chirpy birds 'bweeet' from their nests and posts, while squirrels jubilantly roll in the dirt (they do that FYI) while foraging for resources.
It is the very depiction of the phrase "Whatever could go wrong?".
Join us new viewers and anons, for a spectacle of autism and bemusement. ITT we continue,...
THE GAME
(u just lost BTW)
Previous bread
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>>2806
>mutters something about Fire traps
"Okay then," she crosses her arms, "What did you give him?"
>mutters something about Fire traps
"Okay then," she crosses her arms, "What did you give him?"
>>2808
>doesn't know joints
"Is that supposed to be food? <sniffs it>
"What? IDK what that is, but its not right."
>doesn't know joints
"Is that supposed to be food? <sniffs it>
"What? IDK what that is, but its not right."
>she can't restrain herself and starts uproariously laughing
"Sorry, sorry, I couldn't help myself. (chuckling incessantly) If you've seen Lenos, well that means a number of things."
>>2811
Yea u do
"Is he around? I looked for him but I didn't see any sign. I thought he'd been reset with the Game."
Thez offers
"Sorry, sorry, I couldn't help myself. (chuckling incessantly) If you've seen Lenos, well that means a number of things."
>>2811
Yea u do
"Is he around? I looked for him but I didn't see any sign. I thought he'd been reset with the Game."
Thez offers
>>2815
She sniffs the air while the other players (?) stare idly. Glancing at them, and then back at you she says finally, through squinted eyes:
"Okay! Don't die tho!" (the behavior is inconsistent with the apparent Hippy who is acting out the behaviors)
She sniffs the air while the other players (?) stare idly. Glancing at them, and then back at you she says finally, through squinted eyes:
"Okay! Don't die tho!" (the behavior is inconsistent with the apparent Hippy who is acting out the behaviors)
Holy shit, we did some actual play while I was delirious from the gas! We have another player! ROFLMAO!
>>2826
Nitrous, I had oral surgery. It looks like it was fun though. The intent was to allow the characters to interact a bit before entering the city and that seems to have occurred, though there are a couple times where I can tell my mind was wandering and I could have gotten to the fucking point. Oh well, it definitely won't happen again.
Nitrous, I had oral surgery. It looks like it was fun though. The intent was to allow the characters to interact a bit before entering the city and that seems to have occurred, though there are a couple times where I can tell my mind was wandering and I could have gotten to the fucking point. Oh well, it definitely won't happen again.
>Deep breath
Alright. This is not game time, but I'm going to start describing things.
The rocky hills slowly calm to sweeping plains as the group continues to plod toward the city in the distance. The city it becomes apparent, is a large and bustling port town at the edge of some waterways that the GM is not proficient enough with geology to render convincingly (yet), but adjacent and attached to the city is a large dock capable of housing (and indeed, is housing) several sea-faring vessels.
Excepting a single tower, the city its self is still largely obstructed by the massive walls (which upon growing nearer show signs of wear, abuse, and deliberate non-friendly fire) which are ringed with cannons and ballistae. Several distant roads and bridges can be seen snaking their way toward one another and the city its self. Its too far away yet to see individual people, but you can determine that the city is largely commercial both by land and water.
Alright. This is not game time, but I'm going to start describing things.
The rocky hills slowly calm to sweeping plains as the group continues to plod toward the city in the distance. The city it becomes apparent, is a large and bustling port town at the edge of some waterways that the GM is not proficient enough with geology to render convincingly (yet), but adjacent and attached to the city is a large dock capable of housing (and indeed, is housing) several sea-faring vessels.
Excepting a single tower, the city its self is still largely obstructed by the massive walls (which upon growing nearer show signs of wear, abuse, and deliberate non-friendly fire) which are ringed with cannons and ballistae. Several distant roads and bridges can be seen snaking their way toward one another and the city its self. Its too far away yet to see individual people, but you can determine that the city is largely commercial both by land and water.
Thez and Yak Lee finished conferring with regard to his appearance, while the greater party kinda just watched confusedly. The overall perception is that Thez has an idea of what's going on - to do with someone named Lenos - and that Yak Lee is not a threat. He is a yak tho.
For Yak Lee's benefit, a description of the assembled party.
Most visably commanding is Trumpaladin, a glorious and shining example of charisma, dignity, righteousness, and Football. In brilliant shining armor, a thick tower shield slung over his back (for travel), he is both a radiant banner and a walking tank.
Ever nearby Trump is a 3 1/2 pastel-blue pony in imprecisely-torn hide with a bandolier of wickedly sharp kitchen knives. Alternating between quadraped and biped movement she also talks, and displays a personality as sharp and as particular as her cutlery.
Towering over everyone except Trump (and Lee) is Infernius, a Minotaur cleric of Adolph Hitler. Mein Kampf in hand and a massive Zweihand slung over his shoulder, he plods with deliberation and focus on his face and in his step.
Next comes Torcuil, a bearded Scotsman in a billowing tartan robe. He has a small note-pad with him that he occasionally references and makes notes with, sometimes causing slight bursts of color and magic drawing various looks of satisfaction and confusion. It can't be determined precisely what he is doing, but it is clear he is doing some experimental reasoning. Lastly there is Thez, who though having presented herself briefly in her true purple manner, has reverted to appearing as an old hippy in in worn and ragged suede blankets.
For Yak Lee's benefit, a description of the assembled party.
Most visably commanding is Trumpaladin, a glorious and shining example of charisma, dignity, righteousness, and Football. In brilliant shining armor, a thick tower shield slung over his back (for travel), he is both a radiant banner and a walking tank.
Ever nearby Trump is a 3 1/2 pastel-blue pony in imprecisely-torn hide with a bandolier of wickedly sharp kitchen knives. Alternating between quadraped and biped movement she also talks, and displays a personality as sharp and as particular as her cutlery.
Towering over everyone except Trump (and Lee) is Infernius, a Minotaur cleric of Adolph Hitler. Mein Kampf in hand and a massive Zweihand slung over his shoulder, he plods with deliberation and focus on his face and in his step.
Next comes Torcuil, a bearded Scotsman in a billowing tartan robe. He has a small note-pad with him that he occasionally references and makes notes with, sometimes causing slight bursts of color and magic drawing various looks of satisfaction and confusion. It can't be determined precisely what he is doing, but it is clear he is doing some experimental reasoning. Lastly there is Thez, who though having presented herself briefly in her true purple manner, has reverted to appearing as an old hippy in in worn and ragged suede blankets.
>>2873
>thot spray; monk v cleric
Undetermined so far
With monks, think shaolin, martial arts, etc; ascetics and all that. With clerics, think anywhere between holy priests to battlefield god-champions.
>thot spray; monk v cleric
Undetermined so far
With monks, think shaolin, martial arts, etc; ascetics and all that. With clerics, think anywhere between holy priests to battlefield god-champions.
>>2875
>think anywhere between holy priests to battlefield god-champions
Thats a big difference
So your
>angelic voice heald everyone preaching the wonders of being a Nazi
And
>the god hitler smites the enemy with gas and easy bake ovens
???
Infernius which are you?
>think anywhere between holy priests to battlefield god-champions
Thats a big difference
So your
>angelic voice heald everyone preaching the wonders of being a Nazi
And
>the god hitler smites the enemy with gas and easy bake ovens
???
Infernius which are you?
In fact, you've probably had to listen at some point to a rant about ziggers, kikes, both-and, or 'other', through intervening moments that we'll just assume 'happened' while walking across this plain.
"You guys need mounts," Thez offers cynically.
"You guys need mounts," Thez offers cynically.
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>missed all this
YOU'RE confused,....
YOU'RE confused,....
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>>2899
"Well, its chi magic; its not something I can teach you. Him maybe," she says gesturing at Yak Lee.
"Well, its chi magic; its not something I can teach you. Him maybe," she says gesturing at Yak Lee.
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>>2902
"Well I can't do it right now, there's no threat. Chi magic works on necessity and resolve, you can't just sneeze and make it work."
"Well I can't do it right now, there's no threat. Chi magic works on necessity and resolve, you can't just sneeze and make it work."
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>>2907
Correct me if I'm mistaken, but all you've said so far is "I summon (a unicorn)" correct? I mean you said scottish national this but essentially,....
Correct me if I'm mistaken, but all you've said so far is "I summon (a unicorn)" correct? I mean you said scottish national this but essentially,....
>>2911
No, a unicon is a fine mount to choose, but Thez is talking about how you could have been there much faster if you guys had mounts. You couldn't have ACTUALLY been there faster, cuz its real-world time sensitive anyway (meaning, there is no way you could avoid her giving you shit Xp). Still noted, unicorn.
No, a unicon is a fine mount to choose, but Thez is talking about how you could have been there much faster if you guys had mounts. You couldn't have ACTUALLY been there faster, cuz its real-world time sensitive anyway (meaning, there is no way you could avoid her giving you shit Xp). Still noted, unicorn.
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"Maybe now isn't the best time to ask,... but do any of you guys have any money?" Thez asks off-handedly. The city is about a half-hour away now (arbitrary distance, its not real-time).
>>2924
"Wellm, dat meh becurm an itthoo at shome punt," she says munching on her last piece of hydra jerkey.
"Wellm, dat meh becurm an itthoo at shome punt," she says munching on her last piece of hydra jerkey.
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I'm lurking. I'm always lurking.
>>2952
"Do I look like a fucking psychiatrist to you?!"
g2g take little sister out to birthday lunch. I'm always watching though.
"Do I look like a fucking psychiatrist to you?!"
g2g take little sister out to birthday lunch. I'm always watching though.
Thez suddenly springs to life as her faggot returns from whatever ridiculous and ill-conceived task that he got roped into doing, and she does NOT look happy. I mean, she still looks like Urri, so I suppose its Urri who does not look happy. So unhappy is she, that a red-faced fellow in navy coveralls - accented by high visibility tape - stands up out of the grass a little in front of the party. He's wearing a nametag that says "Hello, my name is BARRY", and he is quite confused to be here, now.
"What the fuck, who the fuck are, wait a minute, jesus, its not even human,..." be stammers out as he looks at the assembled group. Thez however, steps forward.
"Let me help you," she says, before ripping his head off and eating his face.
"What the fuck, who the fuck are, wait a minute, jesus, its not even human,..." be stammers out as he looks at the assembled group. Thez however, steps forward.
"Let me help you," she says, before ripping his head off and eating his face.
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>>2956
"The Demon has unveiled itself!" Trumpaladin yells as he draws out his sword and shield. "For Barry!" He yells, only after uttering a prayer to football. Trumpaladin evokes OFFENSE for a coming attack
>>2956
"The Demon has unveiled itself!" Trumpaladin yells as he draws out his sword and shield. "For Barry!" He yells, only after uttering a prayer to football. Trumpaladin evokes OFFENSE for a coming attack
Who the fuck is Barry, anyway?
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