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To Tracy:
"Don't let them get away! Pursue! Charge! Kill!"
[frenzied monster noises]
*rears with a feverish snort*
>>35288Tracy gladly complies charging toward where she's directed at full speed.
She replies something through the empathetic link, but it's unintelligible. She's just bloodthirsty.
For the record, if Tracy is directed to charge, she's probably going to comply no matter what.
[1d20 = 16]>>35287 see
>>34627>>35290Tracy closes distance in a single round-movement with one, but draws an attack of opportunity from it
[2d6+4 = 11]
The attack lands doing minimal damage. Trump's turn.
[4d20 = 38]
Full round slashing
>>35295Kill. One remains, in full flight. In range, with a full round motion from Tracy, who's turn it is. (blah blah, attack of opportunity, blah murder, blah, murder murder murder, and murder murder). Okay, they're all dead. There's 8 bodies strewn about the area.
[1d20 = 17]>>35296Trumpaladin regains lucidity, and tries to calm or stay Tracy for the moment.
Spot check. Detect evil
>Susan>>35246"You're not exactly giving me a choice in the matter. Either stew in this filth, or 'potentially' run free and frolick amongst the birds and animals, yeah?"
Tracy slows to a stop and snorts feverishly, padding the ground beneath her.
>>35297[frisky monster noises]
She isn't calm, but his voice comforts her
*panting* (snorting)
She turns her head and nibbles at him
"Did I do well, ~Flashy?"
AQaaannd I g2g
>>35299*pets horsey on the head, moving her ears to and fro.*
"You did very well my beloved mount. Now listen, in case those were the attack dogs of someone more dangerous"
>>35299See ya
>>35298"You want some more food?
>>35302"Oh, cut the crap. What do you want to know? I'll fukkin' tell ye, just to get the show on the road. They give me magical transport devices, I get all sneaky sneaky and jack people's shit, and then use the devices to get away. Rrrrragggghhhhhh!" His body cast shakes around a bit as he fails in the attempt to flail in frustration.
>>35303"Calm down mate. I was just making myself food and was wondering if you wanted any. Though, can you get me the device?"
Mr. Sneks lifts his head and stares at what seems to be causing his master distress.
>>35304<whooof> Thez pops back in "Sorry it took so long, they insisted I beat them. By the way, the Fight Club may stop by and use the Entertron,... in a bit maybe.">>35306"You'll trust me, just like that. Either you're a fool, or you're supremely confident."
>>35307So assuming a follow up detect evil casting, a spot check, and hopefully what would have been listen and spot checks from Tracy all revealed nothing, Trumpaladin steps down to inspect the killed creatures. He wants to try to determine what he can about what they are, where they came from, and so forth. And of course... look for treasure or loot
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>>35307"me let you decide which it is."
Tracy moves up to one of the corpses and sniffs it curiously.
>>35308No evil, and no possessions or treasure to speak of. Tracy could track.
Pssst, detect evil only has a 60' range,... looking is a better way of determining threats>>35309He thinks for a moment. "Define help."
>>35310"Want to track where these things came from? Do you have any idea what they are?"
[1d20+21 = 26]>>35310"You think these things will taste good?" She implores, as she begins dismembering the corpses and tossing tender parts in her bag.
>>35312"I don't know what they are, but they smell.. interesting..." *mouth waters a bit*
(this is my way of implying that she vaguely senses that they're some kind of fiend. She has a taste for fiends.Idk if it'll work at all, but rolling a Track check to see if she has any clue where they could've come from.
[1d20 = 4]>>35313"Careful with those! You don't know what they are or what they do"
Trumpaladin takes interesting parts himself, like feathers or beaks
Spo check, because why not
>>35313"They do, and they've got 4 drumsticks each!!" Thez yells, though technically Tracy wouldn't hear her, nor would she have heard Tracy in the first place.
>infernal...maybe,... yeah.
>>35311"you help us find our gold then you can go your own way."
>>35315Trumpaladin casts "Detect Poison" on the bird
>>35316He squints his eyes and remains motionless for a moment. "I'll do it, but I will need my blades and some of that haggis," he says pointing at Torcuil's plate
inb4 haggis jokes. "And I get a portion of the retrieved gold," he says, his eyebrow twitching, betraying a bit of daringly overzealous negotiating.
>>35317Other than the intestinal tract, its clean.
>>35314>You don't know what they are or what they doCast Detect Poison if you're so concerned, fgt. Even I think they look delicious.
Tracy tells Trumpaladin that she's more tan capable of handling the bodies, and that she'll give him any piece he wants later after butchering. She then unfurls her skin-sack and ties wraps the parts that didn't fit in her Bag of Holding into a bundle.
>>35315Do "infernal" and "fiend" mean the exact same thing?
>>35318Tracy saves the intestinal tracks in a separate container on her saddlebags, considering that they might be useful later.
>>35317Did you ever consider asking Vadereim about monsters with Ebil Auras? An intelligent bane sword might be at least be able to identify a fiend.Also, freaking talk to him. What's the point in having a talking sword if you never speak to him? He might know quite a bit, considering that he's a relic from a previous campaign. [1d20 = 19]>>35320I thought about it, then figured he probably couldn't provide much more than the alignment,
but fuck itI don't know if he can let her eat those things. Would they mutate the child? Could they? He's not going to gamble letting his his child turn into a freak just to avoid starting
a fight. He'd rather start a fight.>>35318Well Fuck it. Trumpaladin asks Vanderiem, who hopefully is sobering up by now
"Hey Vandy! What the hell are these things? Do you have any idea?"
Aslo, wisdom check on the type of poison in the intestines
Thez is confused. "You're trusting him?" to Infernius
>>35319"4.4"
>>35320No! Glad you asked! Infernal is a blanket term referring to an external plane (outside material) that is "Not Good and not primal/natural". The NAP is infernal at the perimeter of the concept. Diabolical refers to devils and Abyssmal is then demons.
WAIT! No, Trump is right. Its so small, almost like a second appendix, except its above the throat box. These things
do have a poison gland. They were never in range and still long enough to try, but they spew poison smoke.
>VandereimSeveral previous campaigns. He's literally older than Thez.
>>35321They're from acheron
meta, its a plane of war, not creepy hellish corruption.
"Fucked if I know lad. I heard ye had some drink a bit earlier tho."
P.S. The poison in the intestines is poo.
>>35324"You know I'd accept it,... but this here body cast,...."
>>35322Trumpaladin gives more alcohol to Vanderiem because he seems to be asking for it, and recommends to Tracy to cut off and save the poison glands.
Did Tracy's search check reveal anything?
>>35323Kek
>>35322>Thez is confusedWell, I can say that scene would never have gone down that way with Trumpaladin there. He can never trust any evil aligned creature than isn't Lawful -
never. We'll see how it goes down
>>35321The foal has a literal fiend for a parent. It was conceived while she was transformed: the parts of her womb that regenerated did so because of her transformation. On top of that, it was mentioned in the Elway prophecy, so it absolutely won't be a "normal" child. Eating devil-chickens won't do anything extra to it.The baby might have uber-demigod powers or some other crazy horseshit, but I'm sure it'll still be adorable. Stop worrying about things that might "mutate"
it, because it's already more than likely to be something unique.Sorry...>>35322Tracy pulls-out the poison glands and puts them together in a jar on her saddlebags.
>>35323*dumps intestines out after realizing it's not killing anyone*
[1d20+21 = 39]>>35326>Tracy's search checkYou mean the Track check?
Search check because he asked.
>>35325Torc feeds susan the haggis
>>35322"dont worry swetie me know how theese types get when offered a payday."
"3.5"
>>35328She's supposed to be a pony...
>>35332"Deal. Now get me the fuck out of this cast."
>>35334Newp
>>35336And?
>>35339"Definitely not"
>>35340>AndJust a statement of preference. That is all
>>35340>not "Infernius radiates so hard Torc gets a headache""Fine, we'll let you out"
>>35338Good point. It might just be a "normal" baby.
My point is that it's not going to be drastically affected by anything she eats, if you put it in context with the circumstances of its birth.
>>35336>25% this>25% thatI don't think that's how peculiar creatures work in a fantasy setting. If it has Ebil Outsider characteristics, it would't necessarily be of Jewish nature, since it's twice passed-down and hybridized. It could be its own unique essence.
>good kind of Jew>lol "A deal is a Deal"
"kill him and put him back in the cast if he tries anything ana."
*opens cast*
>>35344>Deeper Darkness>Dimensional Door>Alter Self:Pegasus>Pass Without a TraceHe can cast all those spontaneously...
>>35345im sure thez is faster than him.
[1d20 = 18]>>35345Torc can cast Polymorph:Dragon....
rolling for inittive just incase >>35341Sorry, I linked the wrong post. That was supposed to be
>>35335>>35342I figured you knew already, it would be redundant.
>>35344What kind of solid-steel body-cast can you just "open"?
Infernius realizes that letting Darkie out is going to be more difficult than he originally anticipate.
>>35345Infernius is a particularly stupid and imprudent form of good, but whatever. That's his character. Mine would never trust Darkie that much, or would let him go with the intention of him escaping and then Scrying or whatever his location. But maybe infernius's leaps of faith in trusting others is better than my "never trust anyone" approach. Maybe he'll get further than I could have. Let's see
>>35348>>35335I thought Ebil was a class requirement for Assassin.
Or is he just formerly ebil?
>>35348Torc somehow uses magic to free Darkie...
And he plucks a hair for safe keeping
>>35350This. Also, Drow are Chaotic evil if I recall
>>35352Neutral Ebil, as a society. Individuals vary.
>>35349Don't worry, Thez never trusts anyone either.
>>35350If you're asking if I (as GM and co-creator of this character) have an excuse for a non-evil character to have assassin ranks, then I assure you I do.
>>35352Are we talking statistics, or are we talking specifics?
After loading everything, Tracy allows Trumpaladin to mount her and continues down the path.
>>35352Are they still going towards the mountain, or towards the settlement or something you mentioned?
>>35351can you make him ethereal?
>>35355Of Course. Where do you want to go?
>>35357She doesn't care. Steer her.
[1d20 = 3]>>35358>>35354Trumpaladin orders the horsey high up into the air. He then searches for signs of Agricultural fields, clearings, settlements, structures, and anything familair
[1d20+21 = 30]
They could probably see further if they were higher up.
Sensing his intention, Tracy flies ~60 feet in the air, and makes her own search check.
>>35359>>35360Did not see that he ordered (or just asked?) her to fly, sorry.
She complies.
>>35356I guess, Torc still takes a hair though
>>35351The fastest way tbh is to cut his head off and throw
that in the Entertron. "Kinda why I wanted to keep his head in a bucket," Thez says with a hint of sarcastic irritation.
>>35359>>35360At 60' Tracy realizes, "I can't see shit from this altitude." and feels compelled to go higher. Its at about 250-300' that she starts to notice a pattern. There's a mountain range right to Tracy's right. It looks kind of familiar and it reminds her of,...
The bebes. Which way are the bebes?
>>35365"um vrees there might be a problem, you'll get 5% percent because this isnt going to be pleasant."
>>35365I was thinking I should make her more nervous about those birds.. She's even less comfortable with leaving them in the stables now...If that's the direction of the tower (where she's going), Tracy flies off towards the mountain range, unless Trumpaladin greatly objects to it.
>>35367"Done. Oh what, you think you can outdo the queen of spiders, when it comes to "unpleasant"? Oh do tell me ways I can be paid more, I implore you." True
>>35368It does look familiar.
>>35369Saying that would make her feel even worse...>>35370Can she actually tell which direction the tower is in?
>>35371For really no reason, Tracy drifts towards the mountain to get a closer look.
>>35373It isn't though. >>35376Oh, wait it seems I was mistaken.
Tracy speeds off towards the familiar mountains.
>>35370"do a good job helping us."
What time of day is it in game? A bit before noon?
>>35385>>35384"We can go back, little pony. They'll be wondering where I am anyways"
"oh hey trumpaladins gone"
>>35386*is speeding towards the tower*
"... Flashy..?"