And the Game must?! go on!
Tonight we find the party split. Trump, Tracy, and Taylor find themselves in a grand banquet hall with a gradually increasing number of stiff-backed military personnel, along with a variety of less-but-still disciplined civilians. The whole place reeks of rigidity and efficiency. All boots are shiny, all suits and uniforms are crisp and clean.
Meanwhile, Torcuil - who didn't die - prepares to venture forth with Infernius and Thez who just last night got engaged, no homo to wreck shop on an entire city of commies. "Isn't wanton killing evil" you might ask, to which I say "Not when its commies".
So then, let us begin,... again.
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>>25702>not relizing who actually killed klefka and turned the terraquesce-thing into a footballI mean, okay, if you wanna play like that. Im not salty.
JK, have fun at the banquet faggots >>25702Trumpaladin says to Baz and to all who are listening
"Thank you, good sir and sirs, for your generosity and complements.
I will talk with you about military tactics and strategy. But, while I can see you have given much though for war and liberation, have you given much thought to how to live under peace and freedom? I have a few ideas in mind that I believe could help Sparintenar, at the same time as helping my Port Barry."
Looks to see what food is being offered
>>25709"You can go eat now little pony"
\r
>>25709yea can i use a dragons horn?
>>25702>>25712[starving pony noises]
Tracy gets up to go serve herself.
"Why do I always feel so famished after changing shape? I feel like I could eat a whole person..." she mutters to herself as she shuffles into line.
>>25714Only if it's a Silver/Brass dragon, according to the description.
>>25706>>25708Wut? Nevermind. I do have to warn you both, there won't be alot of "actual" (as in pressing, adversarial, or dangerous) combat with the commie town. Its basically going to be a free-for-all where players indulge their most malicious and inhuman desires and predilections. Its supposed to be a blood-bath.
>>25711>goadingNaughty,...
>>25712Murmers of acknowledgement echo, while mostly there's sounds of nom.
The banquet (over time) dies down into an increasingly sparse gathering, as soldiers return - under the directive of holiday (more in a moment) - to their homes, barracks, wives, and families. The whole city is in celebration.
Baz approaches Trump, who I assume has the presence of mind to wait before departing.
"Thank you for that. I would like to take a walk with you, if you don't mind."
>>25716see
>>25702 at the bottom. We'll just assume Tracy took the opportunity then?
>>25717brass seems like a good option.
>>25718>commie town will be a bloodbathCan I give a stand down order?
>>25718>take a walk with you*eating slows*
*pony ears twitch*
>>25720Yeah, fuck brass dragons. Barely even dragons themselves. More like overgrown lizards.
>>25718To baz:
"I would love a talk with you. It's why I came here"
>>25718okay remember you asked for it, ill be as darth as i can.
>>25723I want to go there now... this place is too hospitable.
>>25710see
>>25702 bottom
(I trust you can fill in the 'gaps' Xp)
>>25723Not at all
>>25728What's the requirement for Good in this universe? I may have misinterpreted my alignment.
*ironic sneezing* >>25732Even heros have dark days
>>25731Baz turns as Taylor approaches. As he looks, Taylor is hit with a wave of, not supernatural but evident and tangible, intimidation. This squirrel is solid mettle.
"Yes?"
>>25729We'll kill trolls, don't worry
>>25735But I was going to talk to him..
Meanwhile, Sigmund approaches Taylor from the side, but holds his tongue. Renquist has departed, as have most of the soldiers.
It was a fine to do, but it ended with the same rigid efficiency it began with. There today, gone tomorrow.
>>25737You are, this is an unplanned interjection.
>>25735H- hi thats an impressive weapon you have there would you mind telling me how it functions herr baz?
>>25733>what have I done?you're fufilling your destiny Infernius. Become my apprentice, learn to use the dark side of the force.
>I will do what ever you askGoooood, goooooood
>just help me save Thez's life. I can't live without her >>25739He pauses to give Taylor an emotionless, dry, prolonged stare, from his beady black eyes which are already emotionless, but even moreso coming from this particular squirrel.
"No." and he turns back to Trump.
>>25740"Hey! Don't bring me into this!"
>>25740Holy shit, that'd be a sweet parody scene.
>>25732But unironically, what determines alignments in this universe?
>>25742This squirerel is a jerk..
>>25742To baz. Unless he starts first
"Tell me, what most concerns you?"
>>25744Outside of general guidelines and boundaries, I do
>>25745He is (no offense Taylor, but he doesn't normally even appear)
>>25745That solves the "too hospitable" problem
>>25744I identify as an attack helicopter: Neutral
I identify as an actual gender, which is the one I was born as: Good
I identify as a sixth generation panromantic foxsexual wolf-kin: Evil
>>25747Is it a problem if I decide I want to be Chaotic?
>>25750yeeees join me on the choatic side.
>>25746"These people do. When I first came here, they were tribal. Militant yes, but lacking in direction, or advanced strategy, or the ability to innovate. I come from a world different than this one, as I suspect you do. With the resources at my disposal, I applied myself to helping them establish a mighty and prosperous city-state, all under the watchful eye of the Emperor. Our aim has been to develop and grow to such a point where we could ourselves strike him down, and yet now he IS struck down. Though emphatically welcome, I don't know that the Spartans have it in us to survive and continue to develop without a common, central enemy. In short, we are built and bred for war, and yet now I don't know that war is inevitable. Native tribes and populations have become more brazen, attacking convoys and expeditions, but these are recent nuisances that will quickly be mitigated. I am concerned for the future of Sparintenar. While industrious, disciplined, and fierce, we have not dared to indulge in allies."
>>25751It's not like she'd just say it out loud.
>>25752Eating your friends' eyeballs should count as evil, desu. >>25753Before I respond, can I get an alignment check on Baz?
>>25739Sigmund immediately interjects afterward. "Please excuse him, this is his first public event since,... well since I became a minister. His reputation is one of extreme aesceticism and ill manner. Please, it may have been his intention to offend, but is not representative of Sparintnar. He does not respect entertainment, and personally desires the elimination of it - he feels its degenerative - but again, this doesn't necessarily reflect the opinions of the people.
>>25755Lawful Neutral