/vx/ - Videogames and Paranormal

>>4199
I said that wrong, but there are dubs so its okay.
If you are not disrupting then you ARE welcome.

>>4200
dubs theif

>>4201
Fuck off, I rightfully took possession of dubs with credible and observable content.

>>4203
It was so ebin, I didn't have to include an image at first.

>>4203
thieves get the rope.

>>4205
Its a good thing I grabbed the dubs that were available and didn't steal them (or worse, use them to steal waifus) isn't it?

>>4202 →
[anger intensifies]

>>4206
waifu thieves get acid baths.

>>4207
Whoa, okay you kick your way into the stable but y? Oh wait, I can think of one reason, but continue. The horses are freaked out even though you're also a horse.

Did I mention that that whole 'splainin' about the Terrasque and everything was ONLY for Trump?

>>4209
>in hoers speech
>Absolutely furious
"WHICH ONE OF YOU WAS IT?! I LEAVE TO GO TALK TO THE DUMB FROG SUMMONER FOR ONE FUCKING MINUTE, AND I COME BACK TO FIND OUT THAT THE ENTIRE PART HAS LEFT ME BEHIND, AND THAT SOMEPONY JUST SKITTED_OFF WITH MY HUSBAND, LIKE IT WAS NO BIG DEAL! WHO THE FUCK CARRIED HIM HERE?!"
*kicks hole in door behind her*
Power went out. No reaction images.

>>4217
>GM is way confused, pretty sure there's been a misunderstaning,
The horses are freaking out now,... are you,.. jealous that Trump,. rode another horse?

*anger grows with each passing second*

*Charge chi as I wait for GM*

>>4236
My bad, one of your daggers just got more uber.
So, you've done freaked out the horses, but I don't know what you intend (unless its murdering the horses)

>>4250
Make the hoers respond a bit more interestingly
"WELL?!" Demand
"Was it you?!" *Pointing at unicorn* "you?!" (ninja) "Or you over there?!"
"Who the fuck skitted-off with my Flashy?!"

>>4254
>the ninja hoers hrumphhrrrs at you.
"Stay your anger," he seems to say.

"Mehrrrmrrrmrrr, Herumphrmr," he concludes stoically.

>>4256
*kicks the soil, radiating with anger and hysteria*
"What is it to, you Kaka-shi?!"

"You're not seriously going to hold a mount accountable for its rider are you?"

>>4266
I don't like where this is going

*hysterical whinnying sounds*

>>4264
"Scarecrow, a respectable name. A name is something I cannot offer you, for it is something I do not have."

"But if you intend to attack, show me what you're made of," he says, spitting on the floor and dragging with one hoof.

>>4269
>Fuming through nostrils, contemplating just attacking them all at once
"Call me.. Tracy!" teeth gritting

[1d20 = 1]
>>4274
"Then tell me Tracy, why do your eyes desire to see my blood?"
He charges.

*knife-cozy rattles*

Oh for goodness' sake

[1d20 = 20]
>>4277
*Unsheaves knife with maw*
*Slashes from shoulder to seam*

[1d20 = 17]
>>4278
As you rattle your knife-cozy, he lunges at you in an aggressive manner. As he lunges, he trips on a small pebble and falls sprawling at your feet.
And then this happens.
>>4281

Oooh, yes. Ponimaru is kill.

>>4277
"Fucking pussy! *spits at corpse*
Now which one of you thought it would be funny to run-off with MY husband?!"

>>4283
RIP nameless stallion. We hardly knew ye

>>4286
infernuis cast Resurrection.

>>4284
I'm guessing the copper-maned mare says "He did! The one you already killed!"
>>4287
I don't think you have that power, and I don't think you are near the stable
\r

>>4287
Uhm,... I think you mean Raise Dead (ressurrection is an ebin level spell, but Raise Dead will serve, unfortunately you're not aware of dedpone yet)

>>4284
The copper mare glares at you.
"No. If you wish to know which mare bore the human that it was called upon to bear, then it was I. I have no quarrel with you bluish mare, but neither will I cower before you. I knew not this stallion you have so brutally slain, but as he said; "Come then".

>>4289
*long, murderous stare*
".......!"

>>4297
hoers have pride too
Your move

>>4300
Not the silver one, it would be long gone if not already contained in the stable.

... and she does, laughing in hoers
>will meme

>>4302
Play this song for the Silver Stallion
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wFUTHcjiZGo

[1d20 = 10]
>>4292
Sadly, must take into account that she would've seen me with Flashy in town earlier
>the nerve of this cunt
"... Bitch, you don't know who you're talking to..!
>>4303
>that does it
*lunge forward, knife in maw, whinnying through the nose*
"HFGHFGHHJJKJJKKJKHH!!!!!"
>'I'll make a fucking soccer ball out of your hide!'
*lunge and stab into ribcage*

[2d20 = 15]
Coppertone takes a wicked gash across the chest from Tracy's forward knife and (unless I'm to assume that was her only intended attack) also has the option of landing additional strikes per dice over 7

[1d20 = 11]
*stabbity, stab, stab, stab, stab*

[2d20 = 6]
So Copper takes a total of two strikes. One was with the defender, but the other was with the wicked. She's bleeding profusely and having difficulty maintaining her position, except she strikes.

Seriously? She attempts a double-buck, and famously misses with both, to the point that Tracy can land a coup de gras if she likes.

[1d20 = 19]
>>4315
*slash with intent to decapitate* Would've used poison, but she's already a gonner

>>4318
>Rolled 19
RIP Copper mare
Play same song, because it's that amazing and that appropriate Ye haven't an arm, ye haven't a leg, hurroo, hurroo
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wFUTHcjiZGo
>Ye haven't an arm, ye haven't a leg, hurroo, hurroo
>Ye haven't an arm, ye haven't a leg
>Ye're an armless, boneless, chickenless egg
>You'll have to be left with a bowl out to beg
>Oh Johnny I hardly knew ye.

>>4318
These dice rolls (keen edges). In a fit of bloodlust and rage, and whatever the hell else, Tracy reduces Coppertone to a pile of disorganized meat and gore. I mean, there's still legs sticking out so it looks like slightly more then a pile of meat, but her white flesh and copper mane have been morbidly splatter-painted.
Glue status.

>>4321
So um... does this mean the party is eating horse meat tonight?

>>4323
its gotta go somewhere.

*whirls around over to the silver unicorn*
>murderous monotone
"You didn't see anything."
*gestures towards the door*

>>4323
Its whats for dinner.
>>4326
You're quite right, the silver mare is covering its eyes with its forelegs at this point. By the way, you're covered in blood. Just a reminder.

>>4327
*Trump later checks upon the stable, discovers the horrible scene, and rescues what usable meat he can to be smoked and salted*

>>4327
*shake like dog, to get rid of the blood*
"HFGHFGHGBHGBNNN!!!!"
>'Piss off, faggot!' (again pointing him towards the open door)
*proceed to loot ninja's corpse*

*stealth*

>>4332
Infernuis goes with him and attempts to talk to the horse.

>can't stop laughing
You find face-wrappings and some kunai.
Also, while 'shaking yourself off' works to a large degree, it fails entirely. You're neglectfully and residually blood-splattered.

[1d20 = 19]
>>4337
Don't worry, you have a moment before they arrive.

>>4342
That was your stealth roll btw ~_~
>mfw I've gotten 2 1's tonight

>>4344
No. If you'd like, you can claim some trophy fur.

>>4337
this would be probably an hour or so later when Trump of tourcil or whoever goes to feed the horses
>>4336
What horse? The survivor?

>>4349
i wanna talk to the horse i rode(not knowing hes been murdered)

>>4349
Apparently, Tracy may actually have time to,... resource the hoers.
Do you desire to dispose of bodies more?

>>4347
*takes the hide off of copper's boated ass, and folds it into knife-cozy*
>>4353
Yes.
I assume the unicorn has since left the pyramid?
*skins hoers hides*
*wraps both the severed heads in their respective hides*
Where was the opening those ants came from again?

>>4355
We haven't gotten to the unicorn yet, and no the silver mare is still shuddering in the corner. I haven't decided yet whether this will psychologically break that one, but they're still in the stable with,... you. The entrance to (sigh) the Hive is on the west end of the clearing.

>>4356
>I already told him to piss offdidn't feel like killing him
*Walks into personal bubble, and g*
"Listen, sissy. I don't feel like cleaning you off the ground too. gtfo!"
*points hoof towards open door*
>the Hive is on the west end of the clearing.
Gib maps

>>4360
and glares*

>>4355
Like what the fuck?
>>4351
Why

>>4360
Trump and Infernius hear the sound of clopping hooves.
>>4362
>WTF
U n me both

>>4362
he seems like a nice person to have as a friend.

>>4364
Alas, poor ninja horse
>>4360
Like literally all you had to do was leave the corpses there and it could have been blamed on the ants. Or if not, then at least it would just be, you know, run of the mill second degree murder, but on farm animals

>>4363
i follow that sound

>>4366
The sound leads outside into the wilderness and departs at a much greater rate than you are travelling. You are now outside.

>>4362
None of this would have happened if you had just ridden her earlier.
*peers out door to see if anyone would see me leave*

>>4369
Nope, you're totally concealed.
Thats another point to make about hiding and sneaking. You only need to make a die-roll if you're being observed, otherwise its an automatic success, even if the concealment is temporary (smokebomb, for example). A die roll may be required if someone is searching for you while you're present and sneaking, but hopefully one who is sneaking will have the good sense to gtfo.
So, you can sneak out if that's your intention.

[1d20 = 15]
>>4368
any sings or a tail to what it could have been.

>>4370
*bury severed heads beneath hay*
*Proceed to drag bodies towards the opening of the ant's nest*
*stamp hoof to get attention of the ants*

>>4373
Don't you dare waste that usable meat!

>>4371
It definitely sounded like a retreating horse.
Crudely (you can't eliminate some of the blood, but hey {deliberate pun} the rest is pretty buried ish.
Also the ants spew out of the entrance. They're all the little sissy ones, and all they do is thump your legs with their antennae (they're smelling her) before taking the carcasses and departing.

>>4375
It was never a unicorn, it was just a hoers, and its gone. By now, its halfway to Port Barry.

*taps at the entrance of the ant lair impatiently*

>>4377
i go back to the stables then.

>>4381
"Tell your queen it's an apology for fucking-up your hive thingy!" I say after them.

[1d20 = 16]
*stealth at high speed back towards stables to get ahead of the dumb bull*

>>4383
The drones do a charade of hugging eachother and then wave before finally departing.

[1d20 = 18]
*kick over the ground cover to get rid of any residual traces of blood*
*Roll in hay and scrub myself to get rid of the stains in my coat*

K, so Trump can arrive in advance of Infernius, but the result will be the same. What they find is an empty stable that appears roughly turned over and is disheveled.

>>4388
You're able to look 'very dirty'.

*Stealth out from around the corner of the barn*

>>4389
Trump is displeased to see all three horses gone, thinking they must have run off, been stolen, killed by the ants, or Tracy got jealous. He goes to the stalls to check the harnesses, to see how they must have got loose

>>4393
Also, that Tourcil Fellow hasn't been seen in a while

>>4393
Not harnessed, just enclosed. The stable is indoors, and the hoers were very comfy. It is odd that they are gone.

*lurks in stealth*

[1d20 = 19]
>>4396
Trump inspects the enclosures, specifically checking the door areas for any sign that the horses broke out themselves, or brutish animals broke in. Roll for detection (also if he sees blood anywhere)

>>4400
>Unstealth
>*teleports behind you*
"HI FLASHY!"

>>4401
Trump is scared shitless, falling forward and onto hay after leaning forward to inspect part of a door. Also why the hell is Tracy in the barn.

"Tracy, where are the horses?"

>>4400
Initially, he detects only slight signs of blood, but as his eye continues to scan the scene, he can see that the current situation has been recently shaped/moved. Something is not right.
At this time, Tracy pops in from behind and >>4401

>>4400
what happen trump where hores?

>>4403
>>4401
>Horses are missing from the stable
>there is blood in the stable
>The contents of the stable have been moved around
>Tracy has been within the vicinity of the stable
Conclusion: The party is not getting its money back on the horses, and will have to find an alternative means of transportation
>>4405
"I don't think we'll be seeing them again"

>>4401
"Oh, them? Those bastards fucked off. It seems Thez, or whoever it is maintains this place left the door open, and they just walked right out. I tried to stop them, but the ponies in these parts are very rude, like animals! They said they weren't going to stay in some haunted pyramid full of bugs, and that they'd just find they're way back to Portland themselves. Looks like the ratfolk spoiled them.
~Anyway, I think I'll move into the stables: It's much more comfortable there, with this body now. This hay feels great too."

>>4407
>correct assessment
Thez wanders in covered in blood, holding what appears to be an elongated femur of a large equine creature, eating happily. "Whats up guys?" she smilingly asks.
>>4401
By the way, your size augmentation wears off, and you revert to normal size.

[1d20 = 17]
>>4408
sense motive

>>4410
REEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE

>>4411
*Thoughts filled with only sex*

>>4411
She's DEFINITELY hiding something

>>4410
*Trump tries his absolute hardest to refrain from immediately launching out to strangle Thez for having evidently killed all three horses, remembering that God suffers the snake demon to live because she too, is useful in the master plan*

Tracy is sketchy as all fuck, but she is not eating the corpse of one of the horses in broad daylight

>>4414
"Tracy, can we go over to the side and talk for a minute?"

>>4419
"Coming, ~Flashy!"
*trots along like a loyal dog*

[1d20 = 6]
>>4417
TRUMP TRACY IS HIDING A THING!!!!!

>>4417
Thez, totally not getting his body language continues to nom hoers.
"Don't worry, I'll replace this one," she says skipping off to the mess area..
And with this, I must depart for the time being.

>>4422
"Shut up, you dumb bull!"

You're welcome to bantz amongst eachother, even beat eachother a bit (stick to die rolls, its based mostly off percentiles, and a d20 gives you a 100% at 5% increments)

>>4422
He knows
>>4421
Trumpaladin and Tracy move perhaps outside of the stable and next to the wall, but definitely where Thez cannot see or hear him. He and Tracy are next to the wall, when Trump turns to Tracy and suddenly grabs her by the neck and pins her to the wall, holding her up off the ground.

"I KNOW YOU KNOW WHAT HAPPENED TO THE HORSES" he angrily but quietly growls at Tracy, and before she has a chance to answer "Tell me, did you see Thez kill the horses?"

He looks back a moment out of frustration, "Is she doing this intentionally, to sabotage our progress, or was this just her aimlessly causing damage?"

>>4428
"... Um.. ugh...."
*bites lip* (doki doki)
"well, you see.. Not all of the horses made it out of the shed in one piece.."

>>4431
Trumpaladin is confused by Tracy's response, reduces his grip and lets Tracy down to allow her feet to touch the ground. With less anger, he asks "what happened?"

>>4431
taking note of the "not all," Trump ponders if perhaps not all of his investment was lost

"Did any of the horses make it out in one piece?"

"Well..... you see..*
*kicks dirt*
"That brown-butted one was awfully talkative. She kept complaining about the dinginess of the stables and demanded that the stable boy come and brush her. She started getting the other too riled up as well, so I decided to let them out for a stroll in the courtyard: no longer had I opened the doors did they burst through and make a break for the exits, except for that tiny silver one, who was made into minced meat the moment he stepped out, by.. Thez.... It wasn't pretty..
There wasn't going to be any convincing them to come back after what happened behind them, so I just gave up after that..."

>>4442
"What did Thez do exactly, and when?"

>>4445
"She swooped-in and slashed him into instant suger the moment it was clear that they were getting away... I guess she was... hungry..."

>>4452
>sugar
Jerky*
Tired as fuck

>>4453
>>4452
"Which horse did she kill? Was that Tourcil's silver Unicorn? What of the others? What of the stallion and my copper maned mare?"

>>4455
"The peppered stallion and the mare got away, bolting faster than I've ever seen a pony move before. The silvery twink wasn't so lucky..."

>>4459
*knocks Tracy over*
"Well, sounds like you know what you're doing tonight. You're correcting your mistake earlier today. You're going out and finding my horse and Inferius's horse. Try to get eaten by wolves. Or snake demons. Come back when you've found them."

Trump begins to walk away, but gets an idea, and looks back. "If you could ensure that Thez gets a particularly bad night... I would be greatly pleased"

>>4462
"..G-goodnight.. Flashy.."
*Wanders off*

>>4455
>>4463
Walking away from Tracy, Trump stops and, with out turning, says to Tracy in a flat voice,

"If the silver horse was killed as he fled away from the stable, and the other two fled away and into the forrest, then why is there blood and disruption in the stable?"

He pauses for a moment, then shakes his head. "Ah forget it. See too it that Thez has a bad night"

Trumpaladin, walks back towards the front of the barn. He sees Inferius and says to him. "The blue one will be looking for the missing horses. See to it that she doesn't come back in until she finds my horse and yours." He walks past Thez, and seems like he wants to say something, but can't figure out exactly what. He gives a death glare right into her eyes as he walks past her and into the pyramid.

Trump is massively disappointed and and angry, mostly at Thez, for having apparently as much consideration for Tourcil's prized unicorn, and *only* means of transportation besides his own feet, as would a feral animal. He never had a high opinion of Thez, but that? What else will she do before the trip was over. Tracy, well, he never had high expectations for, and he some how couldn't be as angry at her, perhaps because he didn't actually see her do anything. But she clearly lied about the two horses being missing when they were dead, and she knew why and how. At least her patterns of destruction are a bit more predicable than Thez though
\r

>>4471
Truly, when Thez popped in while Tracy was in the midst of killing the other horses, she immediately decided to find somewhere else to be, so she popped back on top of the building (next to the blood splotch). From there, she saw the silver one (it wasn't a frikkin unicorn!!) running away absolutely bllowing fear and terror (pheramones) which triggered her to get all (in spite of size difference) "Cat and mouse."
So yes, she did eat the silver HOERS. No unicorns though.
And yes, she had also concluded (and may at some point say) "I thought thats what we were doing!"

Not that any of it matters much, she still has the stick, though since she's eaten some of the silver one,... well that's gonna hurt but meh, she can fix all three of 'em. Not psychologically though

>>4476
>>4475
Close. Trump doesn't know about the stick (its a stick), but he does know that at the time (way back when) she had an item that was kind of like a pause button that allowed her to make an interdimensional oasis-like space full of restorative food, where time is suspended and the whole party could rest effectively for 8 hours.
As for the stick, you can find a demonstration (without explanation) here >>4137 →

>>4478
>>4476
>tfw both your IDs start with 6, so I keep mixing you up
GM, please namefag as "GM".

>>4480
>didn't even consider changing styles
I liked this one though... Alright..

>>4394
I actually wanted soee sleep for once
Who can catch me up cause I am a lazy ass faggot

>>4486
I read most, I know now thez is a healer
And tracy hates other horses
Anything else I should know before I go get wasted on bleach?

>>4490
I read the last one, just not all of this one

>>4470
By the way, a word on Football. In D&D, there are four words that relate to the four significant polarities. For Evil there is "Blasphemy", for "Chaos" there is the "Word of Chaos", for Law there is "Dictum", and for Good there is the Holy word, and that word is Football.
It is a particularly effective and useful spell, which is why you can only cast it once per day. You're not sure the precise effects yet, but that's the second time that speaking Football has felled your enemies (figuratively or literally).

>>4495
Cease, or shall call forth vengeance from the heavens!

>>4495
The Holy word of Football, as first conceived by John Elway even before his birth, as he gestated in the divine womb of Rainbow Dash, only a small collection of Footballs at the time and not 100% Football which seems a contradiction (and is, because John Elway is 100% Football, yet this collection of Footballs was not 100% Elway and hence was not yet 100% Football) but John Madden did a play-by-play of it with too may circles and it was replayed in the hilight reel and so it was Football, cannot be spoken properly except by Paladins.

>>4497
WE SHALL BURN THE WITCH

>>4499
This. BURN THE WITCH!!!

>>4499
>>4500
Dubs mean we must burn the witch
She weighs less than a duck

>>4502
I knew she was light! How shall we do it?

Also, in order to speak one of the axioms, you have to know it. Blasphemy, for example, is not "Blasphemy", and if Thez said it you would all die. Immediately. No saving throw.

>>4504
Now Trump must immunize himself against blasphemy
"Go Oakland Raiders"?

>>4506
Much, much worse. ^_~

If you're thinking to goad me into saying it, think again. I'm serious, you'll all die, and it would take weeks to put everyone back together.

>>4509
I'd like your impression; I could see Tracy being either Chaotic Neutral, or Neutral Evil. I'd go more for the Neutral Evil, cuz there's a (tiny) bit of method to her madness.

>Be Tracy
>Be annoyed and pissed-off
>Pacing around the stables like a caged animal
"Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, FUCK!!"
>"You're going out and finding my horse and Inferius's horse..."
".... ~Alive..!"
*paces faster, kicking the soil around*
"What the fuck am I supposed to do about that?!"
*Kicks hay aside and unwraps heads*
*Pics up copper-bottom and shakes her furiously*
"Even in death, you continue to piss me off!"
"And you!" *unwrapping Ninja head*
"Some amazing ninja you were! I bet you thought she was going to ride your cock after you oh so heroically rescued her: really worked out well for you in the end, didn't it?"
>'He smells like a virgin too -'
"SHUT THE FUCK UP, YOU FUCKING WHORE!!" *kicks head across the stables*
"Fuck....! There's gotta be a way to fix this shit..!"
>'If you had-'
"DID I ASK FOR YOUR HINDSIGHT, YOU FUCKING WEEB?!"
>'.......!'
*demented stare*
"... I can't stay here, for now. I'm going to have to fix this somehow though, outside.."
*looks towards saddling equipment*
"..That'll do.."
*hastily fixes a harness and set of saddlebags, in which she places the re-wrapped, severed-heads*
"You two fuck-ups are coming with me."
*stealth on*
*dashes out the open doors of the pyramid, into the the outside area*
".. The Ride.. starts now..!"
tl;dr: I'm going exploring for the night. Will build over the next couple days, if/when GM will accommodate

*leaves building*

[1d20 = 14]
*sets off down path in stealth*
Roll for detection

>>4518
That's right, you better be out looking for those horses like I told you to
\r

>>4493
can i use chaos?

>>4515
Mein Gott

>>4518
I'll have you know, that was an OC I WAS developing, his lack of name was an allusion that his character wasn't finished
Also, he'd have put up quite the fight if he hadn't rolled a one, followed by you rolling a 20.
>Almost wonders if mods can modify dice scripts for individual users,....
The sky is the limit,... literally cuz you can't fly. The path leads back in the direction of Port Barry, but the path forks at Barry and heads off in several directions from there.

>>4524
Not yet, Trump knows Football because of the shrine to Elway. Successfully devoting himself at a similar shrine to Adolf might achieve similar results.

So Tracy appears to have disturbed the remains in the stable, so what happened is a bit more evident (it appears she left the heads laying around to be specific) and has dashed off into the night. On her way out, she passes the still-fresh corpse of Torcuil's NOT A UNICORN, which has a few dislocated bones, many scratches and bite marks, and is missing a leg.
Not sure what everyone else is doing, but Thez wanders up to Lenos (who is as usual, lounging with tankard at the Dais console).
"What's she doing?"
"Fucked if I care," he replies.
"Oh well, let me know if it gets exciting!" she says, whoofing away to an as yet undisclosed location.

>>4529
I took the both heads with me.

>>4532
Oh good, that will make things (only slightly) less awkward at base. potentially more wherever you're going tho.
By the way, congratulations on determining one of the Ants' main uses; disposing of bodies.

>>4527
i go to the libary and study shrine building.