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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...