Well how about that,... air pirates. And they call their ship a derivative of "Cunt" too. I wonder if there's a connection, GM says dryly.
This leg of the game has the players either onboard or somewhere in the vicinity of the 'random' pirate airship that has taken to firing upon Trump Tower, as well as several of the characters. Unfortunately, a spell-caster onboard has placed a spell of Peace on the ship, and now there's a shimmering wall of force surrounding the captain.
Thez is hovering about 45deg from the front, ready to attack. Lenos is preparing for a Meteor Swarm, Infernius is speeding toward the ship, and Torcuil said "Fuck the Bullshit" and just teleported to it.
Trump wants to engage in diplomacy, but he rolled a 1 so he has to wait, and Tracy can't stab at ALL, which is an entirely new sensation for her.
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Fae arrives on deck. "Trump! Trump? Are you here? Oh, I guess not.
Fae flies off.
Just kidding. Fae arrives on deck.
>>43328Desu, I haven't even stopped to see what is being rolled for, by who, or what the
actual mechanics are behind the rolls (cuz I can tell that there have been some mis-applications) half the time
[1d25 = 16][1d20+24 = 31]>>43330>doesn't beat her Elway given ACSpot check for Trump, then pounce grapple, then drag him away into tall grass like she's going to eat him
[1d20+23 = 27]>>43336>pouncing in spaces with not enough room to charge*Escape artist check to slip away with paladin, all the while dragging him deeper*
>>43336*considers absorbing Fae too*
>>43338Tracy can do escape artist checks when she's being grappled. She can do hide checks when she's being spotted. But Trumpaladin is the one being spotted and Grappled.
*Grabs human in mouth, and runs off with him like a man-eating tiger*
>>43340reeee >>43341Pursues, hair-tentacle waving like a monstrous octopus
>tfw racial Run feat"~Flaaaaashy! Wait for me!"
>>43342>>43343You do realize I'm letting this play out for posterity right?
>>43345By all means, carry on with the hair-tentacles. Thez is all ahaigo(sp?) in the jaccuzzi.
>>43341*continues chasing kitty, hair-tentacles reaching forward for the tip of her tail*
>>43342>>43348*runs, and faster*
When being the human in pic related is less scary than a small pony
>>43349You look behind you to see a a pale blue, wriggling fluffball speeding behind you.. it appears to be getting bigger..
>>43347She figures if he ever wants to stop, he'll let her know.
>>43348>>43349GM wonders where they're running to, certainly not on the ground, nor on the airship. Fug it. >popcorn
>>43351hes only doing it because she likes it.
>>43350Mother fucker
Release ever-smoking bottle!
Fae, do manuevers!
>>43351>Waiting on Infernius's faggot to get tired of his character being a dildolol, that's never happening
>>43353And I'm not
just being lewd with her disposition either. Through numerous candid dialogues and interactions I've had, I feel I can safely say that any woman who found her beloved micro-sized would put 'em in their vag, with a 60%+ consistency.
>>43353*picks up bottle, pockets it, and pursues hoo-man again, knowing he can run, but he can't hide*
>>43355He's not dropping it, just opening the cap
*considers doing ride check to actually mount the dragon-lion*
>>43355*pursues kitty carrying hoo-man again* (because where would they have gone?)
Tracy's hair tentacles grow ever longer, each seeming to have a mind of its own. They wriggle erratically in every direction, out for blood.
>>43358>>43357Well mother fucker
*closes cap*
*cuts off into the tall grass like a real big cat, harder to see*
Tracy doesn't have the track feat >>43359She does from her alternate form, and she can still make Tracking checks.*follows path of trampled grass*
>>43359"
~Flaaaaaaaaaaaaashy...!" calls out an ominously affectionate voice from behind
>>43360The feats that come with the template form of an alternate form creature are not added to the player character claiming the alternate form
>>43361*shivers up pickle spine*
>>43361>>43360Trumpaladin knows exactly where he needs to go...
>>43362Whatever.
She's twce Fae's speed, so she still would've caught up to them by now.
*bloodthirsty hair-tentacles reach forward*
>>43366She is with her horseshoes.
[2d20 = 18]>>43365*quick draws keen-edged letter opener*
*Stabs at medusa tentacles*
>>43367>>43364Let's see where he goes though.
*tentacles flail*
>>43367What are you alleging her ground speed to be?
>>43368You slash the tentacle clean off.. but they just grow back, two-fold! The hydra-hairs wriggle in pain and fury with an eldritch hissing sound.
>>43370Last time I heard it was 50 base speed, but idk.
>>43371Bring us there.
>>43372>Hydra fluffreeeee!!!!
Tracy finds the trail leads her down into Port Barry. Across the bridge where the activist judge was killed - again, through the Northern Gate. Past around empty lots and new developments. Past the monastery. And then... to Mile High stadium
>>43373Tracy continues to pursue her husband, her gargantuan mass of fluff wriggling in every direction.
"....~Flaaaaaaaaaaaashyyyyyyy..!"
>>43372>>43373>>43374Through the front gate, past the ticket booth. Cuts through some doors onto the lower level. Onto the field, and - what's that you see over by the 50 yard line? A Gatorade water keg?
>>43375*tentacles reach out and grab the kek, the wriggling monstrous hairs parched for fluids of any kind*
>>43376It
does have the electrolytes plants crave
"Sanctus Footballus Elwayus Americanus" They say in unison
I think the mad bastard actually pulled it off
>>43378*tentacle heads turn towards the voices, with an eldritch hissing hsound*