Well, the party has gotten some things in order and has made some arrangements and plans to attack Court City in full and not as a half-assed rescue mission because of a brain worm. Speaking of brain worms, the party just kinda shrugged their shoulders and forgot about that whole "Infernius going insane and running off" bit. Hmmm. Oh well. But anyway, everyone's got some ideas and plans to put in motion. Its too bad that Port Barry is currently surrounded one 4 fronts,... that's going to complicate things.
Welcome back to the Game thread, there's over 3 dozen of 'em by now, so pardon me if I skip the introductory formalities. If you want to join, or perhaps just join in on the shitposting cuz bored, feel free. I'm working on a metric to allow new players to get in without having to go through the process of full-on mapping out a character.
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>>39281Is Trump going solo, or leading Tracy?
>>39282ive saved the day, hopefully i dont get punished for it.
>>39282It works both ways though, so you can't jaunt in
>>39283Riding Tracy, but she's obeying. See
>>39270 [1d20+21 = 37]>>39280That's an issue for another round.
We have some souls to repose first.
Tracy gathers up the things on the ground Trumpaldin directed her to, then Speeds off towards the city.
Rolling to Spot the aforementioned undead.
>>39286As in, the Devourers and Nightwalkers from earlier.
>>39286Very true. Those are MY souls, Goddamn it! They can't have them. We're killing every fucking one of them. Don't forget those cowards hide on the Ethereal plane too
>>39282"Wait, I'm a fucking retard"
Cas dimensional lock
>>39285On the one hand, yes. It would eliminate the party from entering for the duration of the spell, which would be 1 day/level but dispel-able. On the other hand, it eliminates the opponent's ability to escape, which might be a greater gain.
>>39289There it is. The pyramid begins to grind, as though suddenly striking at some unseen object as it rotates, slowing and coming to a stop. The torches at its corners have gone out, and it sits omenously in the water just off the docks.
>>39290There's also the option to blast it open while they're still inside it and siege the place.
>>39290>eliminate the party from enteringVia Ethereal Jaunt. The jolly Cunt is in the harbor and has cannons. I don't know if cute sex horse is still alive, but we're sending the Trebuchet too
>>39290"Now to get the other faggots. Troll, you should probaly stay here."
>>39295I think she said the whore house.
>>39296To the whore house! Go through the Ethereal plane if you think we'll catch any of those fuckers hiding there
Those are my souls. They can't have them
If that doesn't work, I'm going to tweet to get them to come to me
>>39294"Yes of course. I could go for some "tea" at the moment."
>>39295As Trump and Tracy near the port, they are shocked by the silence. Its not like the silence during the Soros invasion, where the whole was accented by roaring flames and dancing lights, this is more somber, muted, and repressed. The only sound that reaches them is that of a faint wailing and sobbing, while their eyes are struck with dead bodies everywhere. Mostly undead, but plenty of humans lie about. Some cleavved apart, others gashed and scraped into a gore-shaped mess, a few even can't be identified as bodies, though its clear
something was there. Civilians peek fearfully out from behind buildings and rooftops as Trump and Tracy arrive, and as the sound of wailing increases, it becomes apparent that it is Thez that is the source. She's fugged up, wounds all over, bleeding from everywhere, but she's fixated on the corpse of a particularly large Devourer that lies still at her feet. Trump and Tracy touch down, and upon approaching, they find they recognize the face splayed upon the center-mass of the Devourer that Thez stands over. And not just that one, but several others that line the area. Despite the horrid and monstrous visage of the Devourer, the face on the creature in the torso of several is familiar... painfully so.
"I,... I..." Thez weakly mutters as both approach. "I'm sorry." she finally manages, breaking into more sobs.
P.S. the fight is decided, this is interactive cinema and story
>>39298That works, just note that Trumpaladin would have directed Tracy to chase down Devourers on the Ethereal plane, and would have sent tweets to attract the enemy to him
Sech's face adorns the largest of the Devourers, as well as a pair of the generals (for Trump), some of the Gestapo (for Infernius), a few of the Fight Club (also for Thez) and a pair of the Spartans.
Its not just Devourerers that line the streets, there's all kinds of undead, but those are the ones that are significant at the moment.
>>39298Also, Smash the Devourer, and free the souls
>>39298>he face on the creature in the torso of several is familiar… painfully so.Aww fudge!
>>39299A Devouer's victim can't be resurrected even after the Devourer is destroyed, desu. They can only be reposed from the torment...
We sad nao...
>>39301"I,... <sniff> I tried that. Their essence had already been consumed." Thez finally says after a few moments of composure (and a few moments of smashing bodies for good measure).
>>39303REEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEs can be heard in the distance.
>>39300Tracy lets a drawn-out sigh as she looks over the scene, saying nothing.
Tracy paces around the battlefield gloomily. Still looking around to spot any more enemies.
Sorry, I'm not pacing for dramaticism, I just got an important phone call, I'll be back in 5
>get back
Fuck
Torc runs into port barry looking for the rest of party.
"GUYS? THERE'S SOMETHING YOU MIGHT WANNA SEE!"
>>39313I thought he was headed towards the docks?
>>39312*Raises his hand and hold his palm open in a "halt" moton*
>>39316*places other hand on horse (pony?) muzzle. But he does not move his hands in a petting fashion*
>>39314i never got the loot of the lich.
>>39316*grapples horsey as he collapses crying*
>>39317[sympathetic pony noises]
>>39318Just say he gathered everything he could find in the sewer, and promptly went to the dock to wash it all off.
Okay. So, in spite of the party resources (entertron, etc) there is a distinct presence of - shall we say - unrecoverable civilians.
>>39318Its not going anywhere
>>39317>>39316>>39315D'awww
>>39315Torc stops in front of Trump Tracy and Thez.
"You guys, there's something you might wanna see at the do..."
Torc then relizes the looks on everyones faces, and quickly notices who's gone
He doesn't notice the devouers in detail"Oh no, is Infernius okay?"
>>39323Thez looks up, a shocked and panicked look on her face. "He was at the bridge with,..." she looks at Trump. "Where is he!" she phrases it as a demand, but her voice is pleading.
>>39322>>39324climbs out of a manhole with sweet loot.
>>39319[consoling pony noises]
*licks crying hoo-man affectionately*
>>39321You wouldn't know until you washed all the poo off.
Tracy just threw Ruth's in her bag.
>>39325>covered in poo* >>39324"I don't know..."
>>39323To Torcuil
"look"
Points at the devourers
>>39326*Deflates horsey, and cuddles her*
*Writes speech to deliver to the citizenry when there is a chance*
>>39329*cries, burying his face into blue fur*
>>39325"Infernius my pal, you smell like ass. Glad youre okay."
>>39327"Look at w...
Oh..."
>>39331*accommodates him, patting the back of his head*
[comforting pony noises]
>>39332"Shhh!"
*gestures towards corpses*
>>39332*points to devourers*
"Sechs is gone. As are several of my men. And your men. And Thez's. And others..."
>>39337Thez, face tear-stained and still flowing. "Its... its all," she clears her throat and says in the meekest voice ever heard (from her), "Is all my fault."
She gazes into Infernius' eyes for a moment, and he can see that there is much to be said, but for the moment, she hangs her head, collapses to her knees, and her shoulders start to quiver.
>>39338In a whisper, in the hopes that only Thez will hear her
"I knew they were likely to simply jaunt into the town, yet we stayed at the gate..."
>>39337*places other hand on Minotaur*
>>39334*holds pony tightly*
>>39338*picks up thez*
"it not your fault thez it gonna be okay theres no time to be sad we go straight to genocide for this transgression."
>>39339"I knew too, but I didn't think they'd be able to IN the town. I thought the churches to Rockwell and Hitler and Football would be enough to repel them. But," she crumbles as she says it "It was me."
"From the very beginning, I unhallowed the whorehouse when I was infernal, and they found it. They sensed it and they used that to their advantage."
Torc stands to the side akwardly looking at his stuff.
She looks at Trump first, "This is not my doing," then at Infernius "but it is my fault," then at Sechs-Devourer. "and not theirs."
>>39343Trumpaladin says absolutely nothing to Thez
>>39346"Look before you. The Devourers are already dead. It won't bring our men back"
As the dialogue continues, a shambling sound occurs from an adjacent alley. It sounds like something scraping a large mass across the ground.
>>39347"it is said the man takes on the wives sins. so me will kill who sent these me kill all faction leaders in court city after i kill this fucker
>>39350"
>>39350charges!
>>39352"Calm down Infernius. You don't know what it is..."
Don't kill off a possible source of exposition >>39351>>39352As Infernius charges, and Torcuil draws attention, a blood-splattered Slovenia shambles out from the alleyway, with a very decrepid moan issuing from her mouth.
>>39354"fuck! slav horse its gonna be okay!"
cures critical wounds!
>>39354Trumpaladin runs to her, and feeds her a heal serious wounds potion from the flask from Korak
>>39354"Oh fuck! It's Woody!"
*runs over to check condition*
>>39355>>39356"Oh wat? Oh thank goodness! Dispel!" she calls, and the images of blood spatter and decay on her person (hoerson?) vanish. "I didn't know what to do, the terbuchets worked marvelously, but we were overwhelmed from behind."
"Yeah guys listen, I hate to break you all up and intrude, but there is you all really need to see at the docks."
>>39358*Hugs pony*
"You did marvelously. Our defenses held the line. There was a vulnerability deep in town, known about before but never closed because of
political reasons which the enemy exploited."
>>39358"Let me have a look at it."
*slinks off into stealth*
>>39366i was asking thez if she was hurt.
[1d20+19 = 27]
Rolling to Move Silently
>>39369>>39368Slovenia had disguised herself as an equine Zombie, and then dispelled the disguise when she saw the party. She was not injured
And while GM is want to make jokes about being overwhelmed from behind,....
>>39360Um, this
>>39359"This was ages ago, before you arrived. She," indicating Thez "Drove them off, but not before they had wreaked havoc on those assembled."
>>39369"I... I've had worse," she says, holding back sobs. She's completely demoralized.
>>39371i know slovenia is alright, i was inquireing about thez health in particular.
>>39360"Guys? You realy need head to the docks. Some really weird shit is happening."
>>39370Don't think you can fool me on why you are going to the docks
>>39375Oh. Fucking really? Now? She's still useful you know
>>39373>>39377Alrighty then. Trumpaladin goes to the docks
>>39377"what kind of weird shit?"
>>39375Aside from the obvious? The citizens and the party?
>>39380"We should probably go see for ourselves"