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*