ITT Roleplaying
Classic Tabletop D&D (3.5e mostly)
New players welcome, most especially our recent pony addition
Its always some level of nuts in this thread, and this moment does not disappoint.
All kinds of things have happened, the result of which is that with over a week passing in meat-space the party is still right where they left off at.
Tracy is venturing to the mountains with her floofy-faced, hutungous birbs in an oversided wagon, hoping to give them a chance to have a moment with their biological father.
Trump, for some reason, is quite butt-hurt by this. What? Its true,....
Thez is enjoying the first decent night's sleep in over a week, Infernius contemplates (((genocide))) (does it work in that context? I mean he's contemplating their genocide of course), and Torcuil learns that Death is a pretty cool chick with a morbid sense of humor in an absurd job that you wouldn't think is a job, but its literally a job. So yeah, next time he wants to hit her up, just blow ur brains out or something.
Last thread got to over 1800 posts <trumpet fanfare> but that shit is impossible on mobile and cumbersome at best otherwise so,....
>>53728*goes to suit merchant*
>>53731>suit merchant"B'yessssssssssssssss?"
>>53732What race is he?
"Me want uniforms for my men and me. And me need wedding suit."
>>53733A fellow with a long curled moustach eyeballs Infernius."
He sets his piece on a waiting table before scootling on his rolling chair into a back area.
>>53728Well, I feel kind of dumb. I fell asleep before you got back. Sorry about that.
>>53737*dabs on tracy*
Also hes asleep.
>>53738What happened to the ID system? Should we name ourselves to keep track now, or stay anon?
>>53739I too would prefer a thread with IDs.
I love every version of this painting.
>>53741It is very nice.
When does the game resume today? Wondering if I can get my work done in time to join.
>>53742Idk, we'll have to wait for GM. There's no set time, and you can join whenever really. Most of the characters are already in separate locations anyway.
>>53728>So yeah, next time he wants to hit her up, just blow ur brains out or something.>tries to think of a 'le petit mort' joke
>fails
>>53728*pulls giant ass wagon up the mountain*
*grunts* "We'll be there any minute now, Angels." *huff*
>>53744I have to admit the image of Torc just blowing his brains out every time he's ready to go on a "date" with his GF is absolutely hilarious.
Also, this thread needs IDs, unless we're should all start namefagging (except for the tripflagfags).
>>53746>"Hey Torc, wanna play the sportsball?""Nah sorry, got a date tonight"
*eats lead*
>>53748Kek
I imagine it'd be sort-of like Astral Projection: Torc bites a bullet, and then his "ghost" flies out to meet Death wherever their spooky extraplanar rendezvous point was, with an identical copy of whatever items he was wearing/carrying (weapons, chocolates, flowers, a suit, ect.); and then they go for a cruise on the Red River Styx and watch the stars fall into the Blood Rift, or something cool like that. His actual body is still totally and completely dead though, although he could easily be revived later
(and finds that the bull shit in his pockets again).
>>53730I wonder if there are any werebats around here...
>>53742We won't get into combat right sway, but I'll be around shortly
>>53747Yeah, Idk what that's about
>>53745Tracy didn't
have to drag a huge wagon into a mountain range, she could have taken the airship,....
>>53748>Snek is asking Torcuil to play Football"I am so proud of her"
>>53751>she could have taken the airshipLast time she tried that, she got grappled without question.
I figured I could have her do that while the other party members when to the gnome city or Sparta or wherever.
I still want her to investigate the rumor of those persons disappearing around the lumber mill too.
*kills 88 happy merchants*
>>53751Can she get to Daddybird now?
>>53754Torc Trumpaladin are ion their way to the gnome city, right?
>>53755While Tracy makes progress toward the location of daddy-bird, it takes longer than she anticipated, since last time she was flying around and such, rather than carrying a heavily laden wagon into a mountain range (its not like there's roads or sidewalks n shit). As she arrives within visual range of the spot, she is fatigued.
[1d20+18 = 32]>>53757*gasp* *Wheeze*
"You girls sure have been growing up well..."
Tracy looks up at the spire
Spot check to look for daddybird.
>>53749Torc handing love letter's to Tracy's victims for delivery to Death before they die.
>>53756I have no idea anymore, but Torc would like to go to the Gnome City.
And the dice did favour my idea
>>53759Better he go there. Trumpaladin did want to make a business deal last time he was there, if iirc, but it looks like his faggot is taking a break for a while.
*channels divegrass energy*
>>53758The terrain is rough, and the inclines of the mountains prevent driving the wagon further into the range. Farge feathers dot and lie along the surroundings, gathered into corners and ditches by the wind and weather. Some of the feathers are disturbed, as though large creatures have been through here recently.
[1d20+18 = 34]>>53762>cart is no-goTracy busies herself with burying the propping the wagon wheel, to prevent the vehicle from rolling back down the mountain, as she wonders what to do next in her poorly-considered plan...
>tfw 9 WisListen check, for good measure.
>>53764Well that game went nowhere.
All Tracy can hear is the wind whistling through the range
>>53765Can she see the top of the spire, where the nest was?
Tracy puts on a grimace, seemingly displeased with something unrelated
"Rigged, it's always rigged...!" she mutters, as she kicks the soil in frustration.
>>53767No
>>53768The models looked way better at least
I mean she can see the spire, but the nest site is obstructed
A crashing sound can be heard in the distance. Its difficult to determine which direction because of the reverberations from the mountains, but it sounds large. Also, there are no birds around.
>>53769Tracy curses to herself as she realizes with comically sudden clarity that this trip to the mountains was even more poorly planned than her last one.
She looks to the fluffy heads of Sam and Bunny sticking out the window, as she ponders what to do.
[1d20+23 = 30]>>53771"Bucking horseapples!" Tracy curses with sudden alarm, realizing she's not in good company.
She looks around, slightly panicked, as she wonders how she could hide a cart so Yuge.
Search check for a hiding spot, because why the hell not.
>>53772In the distance, a humanoid appears to be flying around in a searching pattern. He's too far to make out well, but he maneuvers about with speed and expertise.
[1d20 = 16]>>53773As quick as she's able, Tracy finds a ditch-like spot and begins piling any/all stray feathers onto the cart, trying to make it look as natural as possible
>>53774Tracy, in slight panic, tries her best to wheel her cart off to the inner-side of the outcrop. She tosses her tarp (the one made from ponimaru's and coppers skins) over the exposed side of it, and tosses her entire bag of Dust of Illusion onto it, attempting to make it appear as a rock.
>>53775... Or that, whichever seems more feasible.
>>53776Oh, thats way better. You get a much better bonus to your check that way. Okay, that should be good.
>>53778Tracy makes sure to put the tarp over the window, in attempt to make her birds fall asleep in the darkness (chicks are like that, but idk).
"Quiet, angels" she whispers, as she carefully closes the curtain.
I'm going to assume that Tracy shuttered the windows; it wouldn't do to have fuzzy bird faces sticking out of a large rock if she's engaged in a fight
>>53779K yeah
>>53780Does Tracy have time to make her own Hide check?
[1d20 = 11]>>53781Roll it
[1d20+24 = 26]>>53782Rollin' to make self scarce.
>>53783Not the best roll...
>>53783As Tracy does her best to make herself scarce, the scent of a new creature enters her perimeter of scent sense. Its very high up, and it makes no sound, but its very detectably in the vicinity, except she can't see anything there.
>>53785>perimeter of scent senseSo like ~60 ft up/away?
From her poorly-rolled but skillfully-found hiding spot, Tracy does her best to observe the creature. She draws and knocks her composite bow with a poisoned arrow as she watches the sky and focuses on the scent of the flying creature.
[1d20+18 = 20]>>53786Wait, 60 ft isn't high up. Nevermind.
Tracy watches carefully, squinting to get a look at the creature, to at least determine its size or movements
Spot check
>>53786I reiterate, she sees nothing. The air is absent any creatures, but she can clearly smell something is there
A slight jingle of chain-mail reaches Tracy's ears as the creature flies closer to the "rock", apparently having noticed it.
>>53789Tracy grits her teeth in frustration as she realizes that her chances of being able to advance or even retreat with her birds in tow are next to none, with that flying whateverthefuck on the loose.
"Shit!" Tracy curses under her breath, as she aims her bow towards the sound, realizing her little jig is up.
Is she within ~30 ft of the "rock"?
>>53791Uh, sure, she hid immediately after concealing it, so she'd be right there.
"You find anything yet?" a low and deep voice calls out from distance.
>>53792'Oh, great, a search party.' Tracy thinks to herself, realizing that this isn't going to be as simple as sniping some solitary flying beast
She draws her little animated bowgun-arm-thing out of her bag, letting it rest beside her, as she prepares to engage her now plural enemies (sure, they might not be enemies, but >9 Wis)
And for the heck of it, Detect Good
"No," the creature calls back, resuming visibility. Its a large muscle-bound humanoid with pale blue skin. Its head has small horns atop it, and its eyes are like black pearls. In a sheath slung over its back is a fine great-sword and it is wearing a well-crafted suit of chainmail. It eyeballs the "rock" one last time, squinting at it for a moment, and then flies up and toward his associate. They begin a conversation about the overall goods and resources they have accumulated in this particular "raid". In the distance, a trio of far more primitive looking giant-kin wearing skins and carrying clubs guide a herd of wild cattle, all roped together in a line.
[1d20+18 = 28]>>53794Tracy breaths a sigh of relief as she feels her angels are undiscovered for the time being. She carefully observes the four large creatures from her hiding spot, her ears perking slightly at the mention of a "raid".
Listen check to eavesdrop on conversations, if any.
>Stupid Questions:It was flying earlier, right? Does they all have wings? Which direction are they herding the cattle? Is there another path, or are they on the same one? Does the surrounding area seem to provide sufficient cover for Tracy to trail the ones on the ground?
>>53795First off, there are 5 of them. Two of them are fancy, three of them are durpy, and there's about 2.5 dozen dire cows in the mix.
They do not have wings, but they clearly do and are flying with ease and finesse. They are herding the cattle in Tracy's general direction. The surrounding area might provide cover, to be determined as the area Tracy has decided to hide the rock seems to be along the group's continuing path.
The area in question is something of a clearing, in that it is a patch of relatively zero grade, as opposed to the surroundings. The "rock" is situated toward the lower end of the clearing, nestled between two other smaller rocks, and blends nicely with the scenery. The clearing is about 50' wide and has a few evergreen trees and shrubs here and there, with soccer-ball sized boulders dotting the surface of the ground.
As the primitive ones approach, dutifully herding the cows along, they take note of the clearing and begin speaking to the flying ones in a gutteral language. One of the two, the one who hadn't been invisible, responds in the same language.
"Grog ug ug sit the fuck down."
"Groog ug smash quit being a bitch."
"Ug ug No u."
>>53796>herding the cattle in Tracy's general directionNoted.
Seeing as how she has no means of moving her birds undetected, Tracy decides to stay put hoping her creatures may move on without noticing her birdies. She lays low, and waits for the troupe to move their beasts past, eyes and ears focused on the two fancy ones,
praying her plan goes better than the 4CC games.
The one doing the talking looks more refined than the other two, with more intricate necklaces and skins. It has a pair of leather vambraces and a other bits of armor in addition to its apparel, and its Great-club appears to be an unusually dark tree. I mean its literally the pounded down remains of the root-structure of a tree, and the tree is the shaft.
>>53800'This guy has some cool taste..' Tracy thinks to herself, as she watches the party draw closer.
"We sit nao! Eat nao!"
The two flying ones look to one another and briefly converse.
"Fine. Slaughter one of the cattle then, we've netted almost double our expected score." They continue to discuss in not-really-clear-but-kinda-interpretable giant-speak. This draws hoots from the other two shabby giants, which briefly startles the cows.
One of them winds the cows around a tree (in a spiral spreading outward from the tree), tying the second to last one to the outer rim of the spiral, and then cuts the last one free from the line and leads it to the middle of the clearing. At the same time the other shabby one digs up some fire-wood from the surrounding area.
>>53802'Oh great, looks like they're having a picnic nao.' Tracy thinks with a sigh, realizing that she's in this for the long run.
She looks closely and watches to see if the hungry giants are coming any closer, before settling down in the grass observantly, trying to make herself semi-comfortable, to avoid straining her limbs.
She watches.
For the record, I'm designating them as 2 Shiny ones, 2 Shabby ones, and 1 Not-So Shabby. They're all giant-kin, you probably already know what they are, but I'm going to avoid going with specific terms and try and do more of visualizing description rather than saying "They're these guys".
>>53805All Tracy sees is five big burly monsters who are almost definitely too big for her to take on by herself. She's taken slight interest in them though, and she's observing from a distance.
>>53804Picnic time indeed. After a bit, the massive creatures assemble a sizeable pit of firewood, which they set roaring. At the same time, the unfortunate cow has its neck broken, and is subsequently butchered (crudely) on the spot. A few choice bits are eaten immediately by the shiny ones, but the Notso otherwise sets to cooking the food with a fragrant collection of spices.
>>53806At this point they're all settled within 50 feet of her, the shiny ones having settled on the ground.
>>53805If we're being honest I have no fucking idea what they are
>>53805 forgive my shitpost Not-So Shabby leader standing by. All giants report in.
Shabby-1 standing by...
Shabby-2 standing by...
Shiny-1 standing by...
Shiny-2 standing by...
Unfurl your weapons into attack position.
>>53807What time of day is it btw? I figured some time in the afternoon.
>fragrant collection of spices*stomach growls*
"Oh shoot, there go the cravings again."
[hushed hungry horse noises]
Tracy continues observing the herding party, trying to fight-down her irrationally ravenous pregnancy cravings, as she pays closer attention to the shiny giants who appear to be in-charge to her.
>>53808Splendid. The other shiny one has an intricate Great Mace slung over its back. All five of them appear to be warriors more or less, though the shiny ones have obviously magical abilities. They banter back and forth, mostly the pairs talking about w/e and occasionally referencing eachother's conversation while the notso continues impromptu-barbecuing the food.
>>53809KEK, good shit
>>53808It's better that way.
As the preparation continues, the two shiny ones draw lots for meat, and the notso designates his choice. The remainder falls to the shabby ones, who don't seem to agree on how to divy up the remainder.
>>53814Now I have a strange feeling that you know...
Eh, whatever.
Torc returns to inspecting the airship before take off
[1d20+21 = 30]>>53812Tracy creeps closer, ever so slowly, drawn in by adventurous curiosity and definitely
not the smell of delicious barbecue. She circles around the trees, hoping for some cover as she observes the picnickers.
Rolling to move silently.
>>53817Tracy would've put her bow away by now, since she needs all four hooves to move at her full speed, and she knows ranged combat is a retarded idea.
As the two shabby ones continue to bicker, one ultimately challenges the other one in some manner and they take positions in the clearing.
[1d20+4 = 5]>>53819Sense Motive check, to ballpark-guess what they're about to fight over.
>>53820I'm pretty sure you fucked that up
The grey circles are large rocks, the red circle is the "rock", the blue circles, which have flown to elevation for safety are the shinys, the green is notso, and the beige ones are the shabby ones which pick up boulders and face eachother from a distance.
>>53823>>53820Tracy watches dumbfounded, having absolutely
no idea what the shabbys are about to do or why.
[2d20 = 35]
They both puff out their chests at each other, clutch the boulder as tightly as possible, and roar as intimidatingly as possible at one another for a moment, before the Notso waves his hand and they simultaneously throw their boulders at one another.
[2d20 = 32]
One boulder glances off one while the other takes a solid hit in the gut.
After a moment to sturdy himself, he roars, which is repeated by his opponent and then the other creatures.
The two again pick up boulders.
[1d100 = 45]
And this time the other shabby one gets hit good
>>53826Overtaken by her cravings, Tracy wishes she had popcorn. Having none, she just covers an onion in chocolate syrup (pregnant women always have chocolate) and munches on it, as she watches the two go at it.
Oooh. Ooooh. Uhm,... he didn't make it. The previously undamaged creature took the boulder right to the face. There is a moment of stunned silence as his oversized frame comes crashing to the ground, along with the boulder, his forehead distorted inwardly.
>>53828>pregnant women always have chocolateThis game never ceases to make me kek.
Torc heads off to find Infernius or Trump, leaving Snek watching the airship
The now victorious shabby cheers in triumph, while the shiny ones emit impressed cheers of enthusiasm.
>>53829>didn't make itTracy adjusts her lens to determine if the shabby is in fact dead, with the Deathwatch function.
The game they played was a game of dodgeball/chicken, loser forfeits or falls.
>>53831Tracy raises an eyebrow from her hiding spot, impressed.
>>53831>>53829Fucking brutal
Well, he's at -3, and no one is tending to his braining, so yeah, he's kill
>>53829RIP previously undamaged Shabby... you will be missed.
>>53839You're gonna fit right in
F for shabby
>>53839Poor shabby's wife and children, and their company safety record
>>53838Tracy watches for a moment, looking to see how the rest of the party acts.
00 DAYS SINCE SOMEONE GOT BRAINDED
>>53840F
>>53841And I’m assuming giants don’t have the best life insurance plans either. So sad...
>>53846They really don't! They've got these stupid people negotiating for their workforce and they're just not good, quality jobs. Sad!
*munches chocolate onion*
>>53847All the good jobs are being taken by foreigners, like the damn cave trolls.
GM was secretly hoping one of them rolled a 1 and accidentally hit the "rock"
So in conclusion of the duel, the monstrocities carry on eating the cow. There's only four of them now, but that doesn't seem to bother them. At the end of eating, they realize they don't have the means to retain the body, so they leave it where it lays and eventually start untying the cows to continue along.
Has it been, what, four rounds since the duel?
Tracy walks up to shabby, who should be at -7-8 HP, and duct-tapes his limbs together before casting Cure Moderate Wounds.
As the sounds of the Ogres (they were Ogres by the way) grow increasingly distant, the clearing quiets leaving Tracy to mill about undisturbed.
>>53851It would have taken a good half an hour to eat, so he would have bled out. Don't worry, there's always the entertron.
I did speed up activity there for a moment cuz it seemed like Tracy was going to quietly observe as long as the Birds weren't detected
... and also cuz now I want food
[1d20 = 4]>>53853Aww, too late it seems. I thought she would've had a chance to question him after paralyzing him with a death attack while he was helpless.
Tracy dumps Shabby's corpse into her bag, like the body-snatcher she is, and finally wises-up enough to figure out that she's never going to get this wagon up the mountain.
For the sake of it, Tracy make a Track check to determine which direction the giants were headed (can't remember how many ranks, so just rollin')
>>53855Meh, not really, not without risking exposing herself
>>53856Tracy takes one last look at the top of the mountain, before turning take the tarp off of her wagon.
>>53857She appears somewhat disappointed, slightly torn in feeling the need to turn back to keep her birds safe from further danger, despite her efforts to get them this far.
>tfw 9 Wis*sighs*
>>53858For what its worth, the daddy bird would have moved on, and the feathers strewn about are remnants.
But since you wanted to go wandering in the mountains with a precious wagon, and you did play it well and low-key, you do get an ogre corpse out of it.
>>53859*gathers feathers because why the fuck not*
Tracy, hooking herself back to the wagon, decides to head home
"Sorry, girls. Looks like we'll have to call it quits for the day." Tracy says apologetically.
Tracy gives her birds a chance to hop about in the clearing for a little while to let them stretch out their wings and get some fresh air after being cooped up for so long
*two gigantic balls of fluff comically pop out of the wagon, seemingly too small for them*
>>53860Oh, I'm not disappointed. It was a >9 Wis idea in the first place: I expected catastrophe since before the encounter.
I don't need to play-out the trip back to the tower, do I?
Tracy would've headed back after letting her birds hop around in the meadow a bit, and brought them home with floral wreaths, before feeding them putting them to bed in their room.
>>53861<foooof><fooooof>>>53862No, though I rather enjoy the image of them frolicking in the clearing, much as they might have if Thez hadn't wanted to make thanksgiving dinner
Now then, new guy. What you have seen is the general format. I will endeavor to be as arbitrary as possible in responding to character input or declared actions. Most of the time I won't warn the player that what they are about to do is ill advised, because any mess that can get gotten into can get gotten out of. How difficult it is to get out of depends on the player's choices, which may deliberately be less intuitive than they might appear.
So whenever Styx is ready to do so, he will find himself waking up in a clean and empty glassy room. He is lying on a bed of sorts, and at the foot of the bed is a chest. The room is otherwise unfurnished, and it has a futuristic, sterile atmosphere to it. There is a single door, also made of the glassy substance.
>>53863Tracy smiles warmly as she watches her birdies chase each hop around the clearing in excitement and childish fascination, chasing eachother and turning other rocks, and enjoying the fresh mountain mountain air until they tucker themselves out.
"Today wasn't so bad.." she says calmly, as she herds the gigantic balls of fluff into their giant box, and trots on home to the tower.
>>53864 sorry for the delay Drowsily wakes up
Glances around the room
doesn’t my character have recollection of this place?
>>53867 or is it like a prison?
>>53867No worries, I was gonna leave it open ended
Styx has no recollection of this building, but it doesn't seem like a prison, the high-quality bedroll in particular seeming to suggest relative safety
>>53869Still a bit worried from waking up in a strange place, he gets up and looks around the room. He takes notice of the chest and attempts to open it, wondering if any of his belongings are inside.
>>53870Well, he's generally wearing anything he would be, and anything that can't be immediately carried when lying in a bed is in the chest. This includes any weapons he may have had, etc.
>>53871 I assume that I start with a weapon? He gathers his belongings.
“How do I have no memory of this place? I know I’m a little absent minded from time to time, but winding up in a strange room? I hope I’m not trespassing!”
He heads to the door.
>>53872I should explain. The character that you are playing - Styx - isn't just a run of the mill character. I'm not sure exactly what his last memories are, but he has lived and fought and bled many times before this moment. He would have with him the precise array of possessions and equipment that he could expect to have, being a successful adventurer.
But no, he's got nothing on the building or how he got there. Is he opening the door?
>>53873Stix cautiously opens the door, half expecting some kind of monster to rush out at him.
[1d20 = 5]>>53874Not a monster, no.
The dice script works in the e-mail field. The result you're seeing is "dice 1d20", which is also Styx' saving throw.
... which unfortunately a 5 is not sufficient to avoid the experience of the room suddenly and inexplicably bursting into magical flame, lightly charring Styx, but otherwise not harming him or his belongings. The door is now open to a hallway.
>>53867Seems like Lenos has been back at it
>>53878Resetting his traps is Lenos' only prescribed idle behavior
>>53875>check back to the first posts>we've been doing this shit for six months nowHuh
>>53876 got it >>53877Startled by this, Stix whips out his dagger. With the blade in his mouth, he mutters:
“Ok... so, I wasn’t supposed to do that...”
He progresses stealthily down the hall.
>>53879>>53878Kek
For Tracy, it's managing her edges, and she would be in the armory working on weapons after she put her birds to bed.
>>53882And I didn’t do that right... oops
[1d20 = 17]
Let’s see if this works...
I feel ashamed that I can’t figure out basic commands
>>53884As he enters the hallway, he notices a sign that has been charred countless times that reads "Please don't firetrap the rooms". There is a door on either end that is open, otherwise the side he came from has doors all along the wall.
[20d1 = 20]>>53885Hey at least you haven't done this before
>>53888Amen
>>53886He peaks inside the open door on the right side.
>>53890It opens to a larger hallway, with more ambient lighting. The door is situated at a corner, around which turns a hallway based on an equalateral triangle formation (the hallway is a perimeter, around the base of a pyramid,... sorta.)
[1d20 = 5]>>53891Continues down this hall, slightly more relaxed.
He observes the layout as he walks to see if he can picture where in the world he is.
this would be some sort of check, correct?
>>53892Unless your looking for something that may be hidden, you usually don't need to roll to observe your surroundings.
>>53892You're coming up on some double doors on the left, and a staircase just beyond.
Torc continues to wander while looking for Trump or Infernius and ends up in the tower
>>53895I thought he was going to the gnomish city?
>>53895He's on the airship right? Thez and Infernius are curled up on a couch (a loveseat? Xp).
>>53896Well first he has to drag the others on.
>>53897On the airship or no?
[1d20 = 18]>>53894As much as climbing a staircase would be the logical way out, Stix is curious by nature and decides to push his luck and attempt to open the double doors, praying that they don’t shoot more fire this time.
I have a bad feeling about this place, pic related
>>53899No, that was just for the general quarters.
Upon entering the stables (the double doors) Styx finds a well-stocked and aesthetically designed stables, including a gray-ish colt with wrappings all over his face.
Additionally there may be 2 birds, each the size of UPS trucks
For visualization, are we going with Styx the youtuber, or are we just using the name Styx?
From distant in the Tower, Tracy hears the faint sound of what just might be someone setting off a firetrap
[1d20 = 20]>>53901There is a youtuber named Styx? I didn’t consider that... I was just thinking the name would fit.
>>53900Does the colt appear hostile, having weapons or something?
>>53903Damn it, I didn’t want to roll!
>>53904Sorry, still working out the kinks in my approach to this game.
[1d20+21 = 37]Rolling to Move Silently
>>5390420's are always good. Know that.
>>53906I know, but not when you don’t have anything to do. I simply asked if there were weapons at play. My kind of luck that I roll one where it can’t be used.
>>53900Tracy moved her birds to their own room after she decided to get rid of Troll.
>>53903>>53904You never need to apologize for rolling a 20
As for Styx(HexenHammer or some shit), yes; hes a gaunt-AF fag who people seem to like for some reason. No worries if no relation.
>>53908Ah, k. No birds, just the colt that appears very surprised and furtively wary.
>>53901>>53909He was named Stix because he has a bundle of Sticks (a faggot) as his cutie mark: it was supposed to illustrate his resourcefulness and toughness.
>>53911Oh, that makes sense. He might get on well with Norfilly, if ever.
>>53910I signal to the colt.
“Hey there, I’m a bit lost here. You know your way around this place?”
>>53913"... Yes. Do not be alarmed," he says throwing a small object back out into the hallway, which explodes after a moment.
Tracy hears an explosion.
In spite of the explosion, he holds his hooves out non-offensively. "You are,... dead!" he struggles with the correct words and emphasis.
"But here is not so dead, and so here you are," he continues, ineffectively.
Does Torc hear the explosion?
>>53914>>53915Stix rushes inside, but tries to remain calm and talk to the colt.
“O...k... so, what was that bottle for then?”
>>53917Autocorrect turned my misspelling of bomb to bottle... man my luck just keep improving. Oh well...
>>53916That's just one of Ponimaru's circus tricks. Not powerful enough to hear from the airship.
>>53914Tracy is still sneaking towards there, but she'll be there soon. She listens through the wall of the stables.
>>53917"Thats cuz there is usually a player around to do the introductions and explanation. I'm,... just an NPC. I don't know if I'm qualified."
>>53916No, the airship is suitably away from the tower that he heard nothing.
[1d20+21 = 30]>>53920Rollin' to keep Sneakin'
Oy vey i slept for like 17 hours.
>>53922No shit you did, but shush, new player
>>53920“Explain? You have me a little lost here. Calm down and let’s start from the beginning. What’s your name?”
>>53921As Tracy continues toward the source of the fire-trap, and then the explosion, she can hear conversation emanating from the stables
>>53924"I am,... not known to have a name, so I have taken to be called Ponimaru. I came here from another world, much as I assume you did."
>>53923*checks for suit merchant*
>>53927Infernius is on the airship with him.
>>53925Tracy peeks around furtively to evesdrop on the newcomer and ponimaru.
>>53929I was in the suit shoppe
>>53926“Neat. I can’t recall another world at the moment, but I guess I will take your word for it. It’s better than what I can think up for why I’m here. Now, Ponimaru, what was the bomb for?”
>>53928Oh yes, I forgot about that. Thez is sleeping on the airship, Infernius was inquiring with the french tailor.
"B'yeeeessss?"
So, would Torc hear it since he's at the tower?
>>53932"You okay m8? Did you forget what me asked for?"
>>53934Oh now he's at the tower? I thought he was prepping for takeoff on the airship.
>>53935"NO!" he waves his hand and presents 5 mannequins with varying designs of fashy uniform. "B'yessss?"
[1d20 = 11]>>53932Tracy creeps up behind Ponimaru while he's talking and smacks him on the plot painfully
(unarmed strike + Death Attack->Paralysis).
"Hey, little weeb, how have you been these days?"
>>53939He's not going to the gnome city? Pretty sure Infernius would've said he was going suit-shopping when he left.
A wild (err... domesticated) Trumpaladin appears. Somewhere
>>53940Not yet
>>53941Hey brad
>>53938Jumps a little at your arrival
“Oh... hello.”
>>53943"Oh, hi." Tracy says, giggling at the (non-lethally) injured ninja-horse
>>53944Wasn't he also on the airship?
>>53938Attack is deflected
"You. I'm not as soft as last time, if thats your question," he replies, taking a defensive stance.
"Watch out for this one. She won't harm you, but she might kill you," Ponimaru remarks to Styx.
>>53944Welcome back
>>53947“I like you already Ponimaru. You got your quirk.”
>>53945“A harmless death? Impressive. I assume you two own the place?”
>>53937"Me like them. Me like them alot. Thank you frenchmen"
>>53947Shoot, that's surprising.
Tracy gives a nonchalant huff and rolls her eyes.
She turns to the blue stallion
>>53949"The name's Tracy." she says, leaning against the stable walls as she picks her teeth with a dagger
>you two own the place"Nah, I don't own this place. I just live here. You came from one of the rooms down that hallway, I'll guess?"
Trumpaladin, not yet having arranged everything with Torcuil (evidently), decides to look for where the hell his alleged-waifu is
Detect evil
>>53951“Nice to meet you Tracy. Yes, I came from one of those. I have no idea how I got there, but I woke up, got blasted by some fire, and stumbled across this fellow.”
>>53951Ponimaru breathes a sigh of relief that he won't have to defend his life to the death,... again, and steps back to allow distance, but visibly relaxes
>>53953The pale blue, silver-maned mare puts her dagger into her cloak pocket and rests on all four hooves.
"If you're here, that probably means you've died... or something.." Tracy says, not looking entirely sure herself "I woke up in one of those rooms myself just a few months ago. I've been here ever since."
>>53954Tracy cocks her head towards the ninjahorse threateningly as to startle him, then turns around smirking.
>>53955“So, if we died... if this an afterlife of reward or punishment? Just want to know what we are dealing with here.”
Torc begins wandering the tower yelling "INFERNIUS, ARE YOU COMING TO GNOME TOWN?"
Hopefully stumbling upon Tracy and Styx
>>53954I guess Trumpaladin eventually follows the scent of Evil to the stable. After making coffee
>>53955>>53953>>53954From the entryway of the stable enters a tall man with strawberry blonde hair. He wears what appears to be glimmering half-playte armor over-top a business suit. His demeanor suggests a sort of indifference, like he has stumbled upon the situation. He calls out as if calling for a child to come along on a car trip
"Tracy?"
>>53957Im Not in the tower.
>>53957Which would naturally have been heard by Tracy adnd Styx. Not Infernius though.
>>53958He's carrying a cup of coffee too
>>53959No shit, but Torc doesn't know that.
>>53960Exactly.
>>53958"There he is,...."
>>53961"its Trumpaladin,...."
(to the tune of the Mrs. America theme)
>>53956"Well it's
definitely not a reward" The pale horse says with an almost sardonic tone "But I can't say it's a punishment either."
"Bottom line is, you, me, and a few other guys have been 'placed' here, by some weird beings beyond our comprehension. They're called "faggots", and to them, our lives are merely a means of killing time, and we'll be put through countless trials and tribulations for the sake of their entertainment. The only way to find peace is to please them, and so I hope you're in for an adventure, because things can get pretty messy on weekends." she says, seemingly indifferent to the horrific circumstance of her existence
"Try not to think about it too hard."
>>53963*Music plays as he does so*
Yes, he's changed the sound system
"Hello weeaboo horse. What are you doing with my waifu?"
>>53964“I...”
is cut off
>>53965Turns to him
“Oh, sorry. I just got here. I’m just trying to understand what’s happening around here.”
>>53964>doots in agreement
>>53961"Good afternoon, Flashy."
>>53966"Who are you? How many stallions has she been around since I last saw her?"
Suddenly, Torc finds his way into the room preferably falling from the ceiling
"Hey guys, have you seen Infernius?"
>>53968"Who is he?"
>>53970"Well there you are. We need to leave for Sparintenar. No, I don't know where he is"
>>53970Somehow in fact, he does fall into the room through the ceiling, his tartan ancap robes flailing as he makes his etrance
>>53969“I’m Stix...”
Getting a little overwhelmed by all of the commotion going on.
“I think I better ask if there are any more coming in here, I may just introduce myself to all of you at once.”
>>53971>who is he"Fresh meat. Appeared right out of the residence hall."
>>53970*steps around mage*
"I think he was going suit-shopping last I heard. Try looking around town."
>>53971"Sparint- NO, we're going to see the gnomes."
>>53972I'm gonna say passwall
>>53973Torc picks himself up and brushes off
"Nice to meet you Stix"
>>53972"Gah! Wear some more damned clothing Torcuil"
>>53973"Uh huh, and I'm her... Ah, nevermind."
>>53975"Why would we want to see the gnomes? How are they going to help us?"
>>53974Trumpaladin does not respond immediately
>>53975More than a little confused at talk about faggots, adventure, and gnomes
“Nice to meet you as well”
>>53973"There's still two more, but this will do, go ahead," Ponimaru whispers.
Please note as you (the faggot) introduce Styx (the character) to the other characters, that Styx was a badass. We're going to spend the next couple months at least figuring out how and why he was a badass. Also, he has a relative memory of his past live(s?) and being a badass, which can be interwoven at length into his disposition/strategy.
For example, Infernius has the collective past lives of the German soldiers
post ww2. Feel free to get creative.
>>53978Or don't. Amnesia is also an option.
>>53976"Technology, plus I want my ship checked."
I mean, he would be wearing a kilt if he did
>>53977Torc leans over and whispers in Trump's ear "Who the fuck is this guy?"
>>53980*wouldn't
fucking typos
>>53980"What we
need is men and allies. And I know where they have men with freaking anti-tank weapons. And that ship works, so no need...
I'm not sure. Hopefully not Tracy's boyfriend"
>>53982"Yes it works, but fucking
how? What are we gonna do if it breaks down?"
>>53978“Ok.. I’m Stix, as you heard. I can’t remember a whole lot for some reason. Last I remember, I was scouting for an archeologist client... I know I was considered a quite talented ranger, so they hired me to clear out the area from creatures, run of the mill stuff. I guess it didn’t go well for me to end up here.”
Desperately tries to remember more
“So, while I try to collect my thoughts, may I hear about you all?”
>>53984"Oh, you must have woken up down the hall. Nice to meet you. I'm guessing the Blue One gave you the quick run down.
I am Trumpaladin - paladin of Trump. I am here to spread the word of Football, liberate this world from tyranny and evil, and to make Port Barry - or Elway permitting, the world - Great Again. In another life I was a law enforcement officer and then briefly a politician, hoping to hold back the tides that threatened to drown civilization"
*goes to cosplay shoppe to buy thez a school girl outfit*
>>53986Yes, fine, they've built costumes for her before, they know her measurements.
>>53984"Oh I can give a quick run down.
I'm Torcuil, I got gud with meme-magic after living in a cave for years.
This one
*points to Trump* is Trumpaladin, local horsefucker and the guy who likes to assume he's in charge. Likes sportsball.
The blue one is Tracy, she's nice...
usually muh haggisNot here is the local minotaur. Large red fellow, called Infernuis. Apparently he has powers from some god, though I've never really seen him use them..."
>>53987*and then i bring my men their uniforms*
>>53982>>53983"Just drop Flashy off at Sparta before you go off to see the gnomes. It's just a couple hours detour by air."
>>53984"Do you hunt?" Tracy asks
>>53989But you didn't decide on which one! One was navy blue with brass buttons, one was gunmetal with black buttons,....
Torc can also give himself on demand brain aneurysms
Like so
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=i8ju_10NkGY
>>53988Trumpaladin corrects a couple points
">good"
">assume"
">nice"
>>53984Trumpaladin adds that the Minotaur "He's a literal nazi"
>>53992Gunmetal with the black is the one i choose.
>>53994"You know, I would probably like you better as a toad."
>>53985“Very exciting. Is there much evil in this world to liberate us from?”
>>53988“Meme magic? I want to here more on this as time permits. Sounds impressive.”
>>53991“Yes. I love to hunt magical creatures especially. Timberwolves and the like can be a real burden to me and my clients. Best actively fix the problem before it starts.”
>>53998"Sure, I can give you quick example if you want sometime"
PRAISE EPONA AGAIN
>>53996"A frog is your god right? I guess that's a complement"
>>53998"It's absolutely overrunning with it. And when you think you've killed it, you find out is has access to the same basic ressurection spells you do.... Do you like crusading, per chance?" Trumpaladin's eyes widen enthusiastically when this is said
\r
>>54000"Toads aren't frogs, dumbass"
>>54000>same spellsThez rolls olver, elsewhere, still clutching the Infernius plushie. "Kefka,..." she mutters
>>53998"Timber wolves, eh?" Tracy implores, seemingly interested
"Those things don't go down easily: You must be pretty decent if you hunt those for a living."
"How do you prefer to fight?" she asks, flashing a dagger
>>54002I go and get the suits thank Frenchy then bring them to my men.
>>53994“A nazi? Sounds cool. Can’t wait to meet him.”
Has no idea what one is
>>54000“I do seem to remember liking that. Fighting for that which is holy and righteous, the good stuff.”
>>54003“I personally like daggers as well”
Shows her his dagger
“I also build traps, why do all the fighting yourself when nature and machines can help you out?”
"Too bad Snek isn't here right now..."
>>54005*Eyes widen immensely*
"M-me too!"
Trumpaladin takes out his talking magicaly sword and holds him up in the air in a heroic pose
>>54006"Where is she?"
>>54005"I know my way around traps, although I find a certain gratification on landing the finishing shot myself." Tracy says twirling her dagger
"It does help when you're enemy can't move though."
>>54006That'd be the last of your worries if you let the >2 Int, arm-less animal drive the airship alone
>>54007"She? Oh, that. It wore off. He's watching the airship currently."
>>54008>14 intYou messed that up
[4d8 = 22]
[1d4 = 4]
[1d10 = 7]
Damn. Tracy, ur Ogre was a snake in the grass
>>54015My confusion overwhelms me
Trumpaladin has no idea what's going on, but he is ready "Come at me mother fucker!" Woo hoo!"
>>54013*ears perk*
"Sounds like one of the faggots got bored; the 'session' is in full effect. Get ready for one hell of a ride."
*draws sword*
Tracy gets:
2200 silver
400 gold
70 platinum
8000 copper
2 gems
2 art
1 item (??)
>>54018"WHAT THE HELL DID YOU DO TRACY!"
Torc considers a moment, then grabs his Staff of Power, his gun, and activates the cuff of blinking or whatever it was
>>54019WWWWWWWWHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAATTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT
>>54019Reeeeeeeeeeeeeeee?
>>54020That would be on the corpse of the ogre she happened to witness the owning of and take possession of the corpse which was surprisingly loaded
>>54024Loaded is an understatement.
>>54025Ninja-sneak baller perhaps?
>>54018“I’m deeply confused. What faggot?”
Scans the room for intruders
>>54019#winning
Body-snatching ftw!
>>54027"Never mind." Tracy says, embarrassed at her ill-considered fourth-wall break.
>>54028It's only 700 gp equivalent, and you could have gotten all of it by just looting the corpse rather than taking the corpse itself
>>54029I didn't intend to loot it. Just took it because reasons.
The point being is that she made a considerable plunder without actually having to stab anything. She lucked-out.
“Well, back on topic a bit, what is this place? Just a hotel for the dead? Is there any other purpose for this building?”
>>54028lol its not meta its "breaking the 4th wall"!
>>54032"Why this is Trump Tower of course. The center of operations for the present party. It has been the center of operations for previous parties as well. It was here when I got here"
>>54027>hotel for the dead"You could call it that. Anyone who wakes up in that hallway can enter and leave this place freely. It's got quite a few facilities, especially for crafting." Tracy says, inspecting a double-ended swortsword.
Torc looks to be having a one sided conversation, except no one can here anything.
A minute or so later, Mr. Snek appears
>>54036>Torcuil is talking to himself for a few minutesKnowing Torcuil, they would think nothing of it
>>54038Nooooooooooooo, that wore off>>54037Fair enough of a point
>>54039>blue snek ponewud fug
>>54034“I like the name. Has a great ring to it.”
>>54035Looks at the blade
“You got to teach me about crafting then sometime. I think I could cook up something useful if I just had the know-how”
>>54036Hardly surprised at someone appearing after all the strange happenings going on
“And who is this?”
>>54040Mr. Snek is not for sexual
>>54035"A few loosely-organised hooligans crash here for the most part until something big and scary comes to attack them.
You can find work in the Port outside, and the surrounding forests and mountains are rich with game of every size category.
All-in-all, it's pretty comfy, except when it's
not."
>>54042Snek-pone shall not be infringed
>>54041"Ah, this is Mr. Snek"
>blep"He's my... familiar I believe the term is... anyway, he's a big-ass snake."
And he's wearing a top hat
>>54044Talk shit, get bit
>>54045“I see. And is he sentient like us?”
>>54041Tracy smiles, showing off her ominously sharp teeth, at the mention of this.
"Oh this one?" she says, balancing the sword on one hoof with precarious dexterity
"It's a beast-bane sword. I made it for a creature I was tracking, in case he needed a little bit of 'convincing' in the custody dispute. Great weapon for a mare like me, who prefers fighting with multiple weapons."
She then lets out a sigh, dropping the sword and letting it sink into the stable's bedding
"However, it seems like that creature isn't in the area anymore, so it'll just g back on the pile of other never-used weapons. You can have it if you want." She says, a grimace of disappointment crossing her face as she recalls her endeavor that previous morning.
>>54047"Yeah, he's sentient. He can't talk, but he can do this"
Torc places his hand on Snek, and after some hissing on both sides Snek transforms into a staff in a flash of light.
"Pretty neat, eh?"
>>54047"Sort of." Tracy says, with a snicker
"He's mostly there to protect the wizards ass, because the scott is uber-squishy when it comes to physical combat."
>>54048*mention of the knives
>>54048“Isn’t in the area? Well, if you ever need to track down something, I’m more than happy to help.”
>>54049>>54050“Very neat. Does this come from that meme magic?”
>>54041"You said you did security work for archaeological teams? How comfortable are you in cities?"
>>54050"He has only half the magician's hit points. Protecting the Wizard is Infernius's and my job"
>>54052"I don't think you want to track what she is talking about..."
>>54050"Well, he's wiser than you"
>>54052"To be honest, IDK. My meme magic has become more...
stabilized recently. Tho I did whip a
demi?god's bitch ass with a single spell."
>>54052>meme magick"No, it comes from-"
*leans in close and whispers in the secret language of horse*
"virtual divegrass."
>>54052"I know a thing or two about tracking, although I don't have very much experience."
>>54054"Well, that 'demi-god' is around if you want to demonstrate for him"
>>54053“I’ll be honest. I hate traveling to cities. It is very crowded. I might much more at home in the wild. However, no one said life would be a walk in the park. I do what has to be done. Did you have a plan for me to go there?”
>>54054 dubs, meme magic confirmed there are gods in this land to fight?
>>54059"Huh?"
>>54061"Yeah, he violated my NAP so I used my recreational McNuclear warheads on him"
>>54061"Well, most of the months I have been here have centered in the town just down the road. And most of the rest of that time has centered in a few other cities nearby on this continent. In fact, the dress wearing guy and myself were going to go to two distant cities...
But... do you like to hunt" Trumpaladin places extra emphasis on the next word "
dragons?"
>>54062"You know Kefka is alive. And you know the next time we see him, he'll be taking things more seriously"
Tracy grows seemingly impatient with standing in the stables for all this time with several people.
"I heard around town last week a rumor of persons disappearing around the lumber mill in the forest, so I thought I might investigate to make sure there isn't anything poaching Slovenia's slav- I mean well-treated employees. I'm heading out to the forest."
>>54064"No words to me? Well, go on then"
>>54063"HE'S ALIVE?"
Torc reeeees on the inside
>>54066"Yes. We heard him. An experienced cleric could have brought him back, and maybe they have the same resurrection technology we do. But he's back"
>>54066Yes. The party missed the drawn out cinema cuz GM was mad, but Kefka being alive was deliberately revealed
>>54067Torc is no longer reeee-ing on the inside
>>54063“I remember fighting a dragon, but not killing it. Never hunted them down either, are they a problem here?”
>>54067“And how dangerous is this god?”
>>54064“I wish you luck.”
Wishes he could come, but had a feeling he is not invited. And doesn’t want to get on her bad side pestering to join.
>>54070*looks back*
"Hey, you said you wanted to learn about crafting, right? There's someone at the mill you should probably meet.
Don't slow me down" Tracy says, as she makes her way towards the stairs.
>>54070"No. Except for one. Fuck her. Just.... I don't want to go into it. But we haven't met many yet. But I sort of want to.
He's not a 'god' and if these people ever met one they'd stop throwing around the term like it meant nothing. But he is insanely dangerous. Certainly as dangerous as all of us combined. He feels that existance has no meaning beyond what beauty there may be in destruction. He is an incredibly powerful arch mage. Be wary of him.
Yeah, she doesn't like anyone, or to do things with people..."
Trumpaladin hangs his head a little, seeming defeated
>>54068*dabs because bored and alone*
>>54072“Well, I will love to hear about about all of this, but I’m dying to see what this place looks like. I’m going with Tracy. See you guys later.”
>>54071Follows Tracy to the stairs.
>>54074"Now hold on. She's talking about a carpenter. Is carpentry what you're really interested in here?"
>>54076“And she mentioned a forest. That’s like my Trump Tower. I got to see how that is. Do you guys want to come along?”
>>54077"I just wanted... never mind"
>>54078“Wanted what? I’m listening”
>>54078Wasn't he going to go meet the Spartans?
>>54080>throws Trump out of airship when above spartan land
>>54079"No, it's not you... But nice to meet you"
>>54081>9 strength
>>54082“Nice to meet you too good sir.”
Does a salute and runs off after Tracy
>>54083>Forgets that Trumpaladin is taking 2 dozen strong men with him>>54085*looks along sadly*
>>54084He's not a unicorn
>>54086Eh, whatever
>Torc faggot falls asleepAssume Torc and Snek get the ship ready to depart, and they leave whenever everone who wants to go is ready. Forst Spartan land, then gnome land
>>54087But I am a sorcerer
>>54086Most of your followers would be lvl 1. You'd only have a few lvl 4 followers, so it's not really humane to pit them against any PC character.
>>54087The spell telekinesis.
And unicorn's telekinesis isn't that strong. More like at-will Mage Hand.
*dabs on alll the npcs in town*
>>54090Your men should have their suits ordered by now. Was Infernius going to see the gnomes with Torc?
>>54085Tracy trots off towards the mill at the edge of the forest, with the stallion in tow.
>>54089Except that that's wrong, because they are level 5, and who knows what the Spartan Auxilaries are. But more to the point, it's a strength check, not a battle. And I think a level 1 fighter whatever could beat a high level wizard on that
>>54093>lvl 5How can
all of your followers be lvl 5?
>>54094Even at 25th leadership lvl, you only get two lvl 5 followers.
>>54094I think GM took the set of level 2s and let them level up, and more or less ignored the other followers. but whatever. Why are you
>>54084 >>54089 >>54094 arguing so pointlessly?
>>54096>arguingNot really an argument, just a thought of what it could've looked like when Torc threw him off the airship.
Is GM still here?
>>54097And no one is throwing any one off an airship because we haven't left yet
>>54098What's he doing now?
>>54095“So, who are we going to go see?”
>>54100Trumpaladin could have answered that better...
>>54099Shrugging
I guess they are about to leave then
*walks to airship defeated with the suits because i was unable to make it to police station*
>>54100"A unicorn. She's a carpenter who takes her work
very seriously; makes everything from furniture to siege equipment. She arrived here a couple months back, and has basically made the mill into her own little empire. She's a friend of mine, so I figured I'd check it out if anything's been causing trouble around her turf."
>>54102It's okay. Trumpaladin just wanted a hug... but never got one
>>54105The hope she'd come to him...
>>54107"Aww... I love you. I can count on you. Do you want to go to Krenshall and our Sparintenar with us?"
>>54103“Think she will take a liking or disliking to me?”
>>54108"Yeah me want see gnome tech we need guns."
>>54108"Me love you too."
>>54110"Why?"
>>54109>opening that can of wormsOh God
>>54109"Well, that's hard to say; she definitely likes lumber, so if you're willing to talk about that for three and a half hours, you'd probably hit off pretty well... The only thing I can say for sure is that when it comes to moving wood, she doesn't mess around.
She's the only one I know around here who spends so much time at the edge of the forest, so if you're looking for a hunting/trapping requisition she might know someone you could meet to find work or make a name for yourself."
>>54112Huh?
>>54113“Well, I’m willing to learn about lumber then. I need all the allies I can get if strange beings try to kill us for enjoyment.”
>>54112"Guns are super effective against no guns."
>>54114I'm not sure I want to say it aloud for fear of meta-gaming
>>54115*checks D&D weapons list for guns*
>>54114"Have you heard about our lord and savour Adolf Hitler?"
>>54117I thought your character was apart from mine, out of speaking range. If not:
“No. I haven’t. Who is that?”
>>54114Hopefully that strange being gets back before the other strange beings fall asleep"I'll warn 'ya: She can be a bit of a slave-driver when it comes to work. Otherwise, she's actually pretty polite."
>>54118"The greatest man to ever live! He was able to revive his dying country by kicking out all the (((parasites)))"
>>54116It doesn't need to be in the list gm said 5 months ago everything is a reference that can be used.
>>54119“Discipline does the body good. It’s worth the skills I need to learn.”
[spoilers] indeed, but if not, this has been great so far
>>54120“Sounds like a good guy. I know a thing or two about removing animal parasites, so he sounds kind of relatable.”
>>54122You know your getting tired when you fail spoilers. *facepalm*
>>54118"Since we're ignoring distance now, I'll say this. Don't get
too close to her"
>>54120"That's not how things went down in my timeline"
>>54121Yeah but that's overthrowing the game we've been playing for 5 months and replacing it with something different that we don't have developed metrics for
>>54124>overthrowing the game we've been playing for 5 monthsWhat game?
>>54124“I’m not sure I understand. To close to Tracy you mean?”
>>54124It only improves the game m8. I have a resource if you care.
>>54122"Unfortunately the (((parasites))) clansmen that was in other countries convinced the goy population to fight their brothers in Germany, and they committed atrocities to the german people."
>>54125Where swords are the main weapons and where guns, while present, are pretty limited in rate of fire or ammo
>>54126Trumpaladin now realizes the situation is more complex than he thought. "I meant Slovenia, the lovely carpenter. Or Regina, her true name"
>>54128“Ah, I see now. Look, I’m just going to get help. I like to be alone in the woods, I’m not after any ladies.”
>>54127Wow, the people should have exterminated the parasites before the problem got out of hand, huh?
>>54129"I see. Carry on then. I don't think she's as woodsie as the blue one has made her out to be though. Since I've been with her she's been either working in factories or with my guard operating artillery. I don't believe she goes out in the woods herself. But some of the men at the mill do. We had to rescue them from trolls once"
>>54129"Actually, come to think of it, I think I know the
perfect person for you. Someone who also spends most of her time in the woods and knows the creatures well. Who has a special connection with them.
She could tell you everything you want to know. You'll have to find her first. And she's a horse, like you"
>>54130"Yea your right. They should have. They kicked them out 109 times in history, the only way to fix the problem is exterminating them all"
>>54131“I definitely didn’t mean for it to sound like I was planning to hit on her. Sorry about that. I will keep that in mind and ask her about these foresters.”
>>54132“And this pony is around this area?”
Where are the characters atm?
>>54134"We don't know where she is at the moment. She was scared off it seemed after a conflict a party member. The last we knew of her she was prancing through thick forest - hard to say where. I do know there is a grove that at least used to be her central location"
>>54135Talking to each other while GM is busy
>>54135Mine is with yours of course, but I think theirs are on a airship, if I remember correctly.
>>54137I had Tracy leave off to the forest to investigate the disappearances, I figured yours was on his way to Sparta.
>>54139We could just say they are ready to do whatever and thus are away from each other, but it's a lot more fun and productive to have the characters talk to each other since we can't investigate or approach sparta or what have you while GM is busy
>>54141Yeah, but I'd like to know who's present, because my character may behave differently around others.
>>54142Uh... well, in that case, I think Stix, Infernius, Trumpaladin, and Tracy are together
>>54143He's not going to Sparta?
>>54145Tracy is going into the woods to put a knife through something. She let Stix tag along, because she said he was a huntsman, but she wouldn't force him if he stayed back at the tower.
Either way, it's getting pretty late, so Tracy's faggot might just turn in.
>>54146>>54092Yeah, Stix is with Tracy.
And goodnight.
>>54143>>54147Gm fell asleep i bet.
>>54148I believe so too.
>>54068 was one of the last ones he posted.
>>54149Does Stix have a response to Trumpaladin's statement in
>>54137 or does he just leave it at that?
>>54150Sorry, must have missed that one.
>>54137I would definitely like to know where is grove is, and if you want to talk about it, the fight that happened.
>>54151"The grove where she used to stay was over in that direction" Trumpaladin points into the forest that is near the tower in a specific direction.
Please assume for the sake of the scene that the characters happened to meet each other at the one ground level exit/entrance to the tower as Stix and Tracy were heading to the mill, Torcuil and Trumpaladin are heading outside to the airship, while infernius is back"It's a grove over there, a meadow, with a small stream and a large tree. It will be charred in many places. In fact, tracking the fire damage may be the simplest way to distinguish it. I do not know if she will be there or if she is elsewhere. I can say for sure that she doesn't come out out for everyone. She may though for you.
She is a Celestial Charger, a celestial Unicorn gaurdian of the forest. Very powerful.
Very Beautiful. She has two proclivities that dominate her behavior. To ease the suffering of other beings, whatever they may be. And to sow the seeds of discord and enjoy the show. It was when she was satisfying her lust for choas that she made the mistake of humiliating our Tracy Cage. And Tracy went after her for it. She tried several times to kill her, although all she got for it was more embarrassment. The unicorn guardian got away. She is called... Trollestia. She also managed to piss off Torcuil, even though she took a liking to the magician"
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>>54153“Very interesting. I will definitely check that out when I come back. She seems like a paradox. She wants to help others, yet cause strife. Can’t wait to see how that goes.”
>>54155"Yeah, I noticed. 'Choatic Good.' Humpf! Hasn't worked out terribly well for myself or Tracy. Torcuil could have had a better time as well"
>>54156“If she hasn’t been much help to you guys, how do you think I will fair with her?”
>>54157"She is the physical incarnation of the adage "be careful what you wish for." Approach her only with good intentions, appeal to her sense of compassion, and you will do well. She helped me to find a pony secluded in the forest before. But be careful of what you approach her for. She just might give you
exactly what you asked.
There are none who know at least this forest better though, that I can tell you. A superb tracker and child of nature - a wild spirit"
>>54158“Plan out what I say and do and only for good, got it.”
>>54159"Also, don't murder innocent NPCs before going to her. Don't try to assassinate her sneakily. And if you want to use her to home-invasion-rob someone be thoughtful of how those people might respond to being robbed. And for the love of God,
don't try to have sex with her. Because if you do those things, you're gonna have a bad time. Or a good time, followed by the logical consequences of your actions."
>>54160“Don’t worry, plus I will ask for advice from the others if you think they will be willing to give some.”
>>54161"From the others? Do you mean party members? Tracy certainly isn't over her grudge against Trollestia. She'll try to kill her" *laughs* "Good luck to her on that"
>>54162“But besides all that, you think Trollestia will come out for me? Why is that? What makes me special?”
>>54153>>54156>>54158>>54160>>54162He's not saying this while Tracy's around, right?
>>54163"Well, you aren't going to her with the intention to kill her or burn her grove down until she comes out - I think. That makes you a more desirable appointment to keep than her last visitor to the grove. I guess the two of you like animals and like the forest. You like doing good and keeping evil at bay. That will get you far. She took a definite liking to the mage... He just didn't like her back, after she embarrassed him one time, he was done with her. Not a wise decision I think. She has incredible levels of power and knowledge. Quality waifu material as well"
>>54164He's definitely stupid enough to say that stuff in her presence, but at least the later posts were sort of written under the assumption she had slipped away or moved further ahead or something. So I don't know
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>>54166“Not sure why I would want to hurt her. Maybe I will find out why later, but she seems nice enough. I just got to keep us both in control. What chance do you think I have in getting her help?”
>>54168Welcome back. Although, I’m not sure how much longer I can stay wake as well...
>>54167"Well, as I said before, her motivations are relieving the suffering of others, and sowing discord. If your request fulfills one or both of those, she'll grant it. If not, then she will not. I'm not sure about a request for Training. The mage wanted to be trained to be a ranger, but he never went through with it. Just don't try to seduce her or kill her as soon as you see her and you'll do better than we did."
>>54170“Alright. I will see what I can do when I get back.”
>>54168I head to the airship.
>>54171So Styx is heading out to meet Trollestia?
>>54172Thez is there, groggily stretching and having just woke up from a nap.
>>54168And Trumpaladin is on his way to Sparintenar in the airship, along with the Generals, Fae, and all of the Spartan Auxilaries
>>54174Thez wonders how she managed to sleep through all these people coming on board without waking up. Does that mean that they left Infernius behind, or did he go with them?
>>54173"Thez hurry up we leaveing for gnome city."
>>54174Hold on faggot
>>54175I guess it's everyone there except for Tracy and Stix. Thez should probably stay in town though
>>54177Yea
"Thez please watch town and ready men in case anything happens"
>>54179*infernuis leans in*
we'll cuddle all night when we get back.
At what point was Brad talking to Stix about all that? Tracy's reactions may depend on the circumstances.
Also, I just figured out that Infernius could probably be polymorphed permanently if he wanted moar Str and less Int. With Polymorph Any Object, less-drastic changes are permanent, especially since a Minotaur has less Int than a half-orc, and Infernius already looks like a Minotaur.
>>53967*suppressed urge to write-up autistic backstory for Mr. Bones*
>>54184>>54185Mr. Bones, previously, was a lvl 36 Demilich Bard, and the leader of the Undead Death Metal Band,
Los Huesos Vibrantes for 666 years. In his time, he was infamous for his terrific skill in Sonic and fear-based magick, especially with his Greater Doot. He was summoned (illegally) across the extra-dimensional border from from the realm of the dead by a powerful Thaumaturgist in the Imperial Court City in the last attack on the Port, and would've made a significant difference in the last battle by inspiring all of the skeleton into dance,
had he not rolled a fucking 1 in his Perform check at the start of the battle. As he was preparing to annihilate the entire stadium at once with a maximized Sympathetic Vibration, his Horn of blasting exploded, causing him to lose all of his magick gems, and thus his power and memories. He was reduced to a mindless skeleton, and wandered the back alleys of Port Barry, until Tracy found him and took him home on a whim. To this day, he haunts the tower as a humble butler and housekeeper. He cannot speak, he can only doot.
Just made that up on the fly. I know it's kind of corny.
>>54184 I would like to see that >>54173Stix will head out once Tracy is finished showing him around this mill.
>>54186*mind blown*
That is an amazing legend. One for the ages. I would see that in theaters.
Now I need to come up with my character’s backstory.
>>54173I thought Trollestia wasn't in the region anymore? Is she still around?
>>54189He claims she appears to those she seems worthy that enter some grove. That’s how it was explained it at least.
>>54153
>>54190>she appears to those she seems worthy that enter some groveMetafaggotry:
Nonsense. The only one who's ever met her there is Tracy.Tracy's been staking out the grove for weeks in case the white cunt came back. She was even going to open a monster ranch there.Tracy hasn't said any of that though, she would've been relatively silent as she walked towards the mill, looking for signs of trouble.
>>54153Did Brad say all this before or after they left? Tracy wouldn't have waited for them to finish talking before she went off on her own.
>>54191Well if she didn't want to listen to any of it then I guess she didn't hear it
>>54192What I'm asking is: did Stix stay there to talk to Brad, or did he go off with Tracy? I'm confused as to where the characters are atm.
>>54193I’m confused as well. I know I did talk to him, so if you were to continue without me, I would have been left behind.
>>54194I had Tracy start speaking after she left, so I'm confused as to what she would've said too...
Well, either way, Tracy would've gone off to the general area around the mill to investigate the rumor she heard earlier that week. It shouldn't have taken her that long to reach the mill at her speed.
Do I roll Gather Information, or Search to investigate further?
>>54153I'm confused, when did Brad start speaking here?
>>54196I know basically nothing about D&D, but gather info sounds like reading information or interrogation. Search sounds like gathering clues or finding something that isn’t obvious.
>>54196I'd do gather information to talk to the foreman first, then Slovenia, then minor NPCs,
and then do a search check inside and outside, unless their information leads her to investigate elsewhere>>54198When Infernius decided to ignore the distance that separated the characters... So yeah, I am not sure. Just respond to it how you want to
>>54199Gather Information is essentially asking around town. Search is looking for clues.
Survival is used for Tracking.
>>54200Well did he take the time to speak with Stix or did he not, because that'll affect how Tracy responded.
>>54202And where? Was he on the airship?
What spell do you use to craft a weapon of Sharpness? I want one.
>>54191I want to help you open the monster ranch ill give some men to assit when i can spare them.
>>54205I was thinking of using Tracy's (potential) followers to manage the ranch. He could help with it if he wanted to, I guess.
I want to raise big things.
I guess I will attempt to fix the situation of the fractured placement of Stix by asking Trumpaladin the way to the mill. Mabye we can get back on track that way.
>>54170“So, Tracy said there was this mill. Can you point me in the right direction?”
>>54206I want to raise a giant yellow eye.
>>54207"The mills is that way, down the dirt path. A bit east of town. The foreman is named Alan and the unicorn Tracy told you of earlier is named Slovenia"
>>54209“Thank you sir. I best not keep them waiting any longer. Best of luck while I’m gone.”
So, how long would Tracy have been there before Stix found his way there? I'm trying to set the scene.
>>54209Tracy only mentioned Slovenia after she started walking towards the mill.
>>54211I would guess the description of the basic backstory of Trollestia and a brief summary of her exploits would take around fifteen minutes to explain, maybe. That would be my guess. Then tack on travel time.
>>54213I'm only wondering, because his delay would've given Tracy several actions worth of time to investigate before he found his way there.
I guess we could just wait for GM.
I'll be able to play about 7 est. In the meantime the party can take the arship to visit the Spartans and then the Gnomes if they'd like
>>54215Torc was driving, so you wouldn't need to be there for him to drop off the others on his way to the city.
>>54215It never fails. I always come on right as someone has left or is leaving
>>54217Captain on the bridge! Welcome back.
>>54219You have dabbed so hard, you get a dead normie meme to celebrate your accomplishment!
don’t tell anyone I still get a laugh out of it, please
Alright, so Infernius, Torcuil, Trump, the Generals, the Spartans, the Kitchen Sink, and everyone EXCEPT Tracy, Styx, and Thez are all off on a grand and merry adventure to speak to both Baz and the rest of Sparintenar, and Krenshall (blah-blah-blah) the Gnomish city.
Meanwhile Tracy attempts to find clues to possible situation going on in the Port, and Styx is gathering info at the mill(?)
[1d20+23 = 40]>>54222Rolling to Gather Information further.
>>54222“I was separated from Tracy and had just started to head to the mill. Thus Tracy gets some turns before I show up.”
>>54223Tracy finds a severed hand near one of the machines of the mill.
[1d20+21 = 33]>>54225>Not drying the hand and adding it to your collection"What a waste."
Tracy puts on a look of sleight disgust, and inspects further too see if the hand is freshly cut or older.
She then pockets the hand, and puts her nose to the ground to investigate for further clues (blood, footprints, anything that shows signs of activity).
Search check
>>54226The hand is actually a costume prop, apparently a practical joke and inauthentic.
>>54227"Awww..."
Tracy is visibly disappointed, and continues looking around the area.
>>54186None of the party members would be able to know this though. He's just a skeleton to this day.
>>54221Thank you my friend.
>>54230How long would you suppose it would take Stix to arrive at the mill at this point?
>>54231Any time
>>54232Idk anymore, desu...
"OOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHH
What shall we do with the drunken sailor?
What shall we do with the drunken sailor?
What shall we do witht the drunken sailor,
Early in the morning?"
>>54232It wouldn't take that long
>>54233Tracy isn't finding anything around the mill. No new information is available, but neither has the missing person been seen.
>>54234"Throw him off the airship"
>>54235Alright, then I should arrive at the mill about now and meet up with Tracy.
“Hey there. Sorry I’m late.”
>>54234"Uh.... Put him in a bed with the captain's daughter??"
>>54235Tracy's interest begins to waiver as she finds that there's nothing to be stabbed. She wanders for a little bit before she considers turning back.
Is there anyone at the mill at the moment?
>>54236"Remind me to teach you shanties later"
>>54238"Eh, that'll work"
>continues singing shanties
>>54234I cant stop listening to this song now. It’s so catchy!
>>54238Yeah, to punish the drunk sailor. The captain would be pissed.
>>54239Yes, there is a complete idiot with no ability to regulate the volume of his voice. His name is Jerry, feel free to chat with him.
>>54242I take it this is another 'Barry's face' situation?
>>54242"'Sup?" Tracy asks out of boredom, hoping she won't regret asking
[1d20 = 4]>>54243I haven't decided yet.
>>54244"Hey there, what's up?" he says, leaning expertly on his broom.
>>54245"'Nothin' really. I just heard some rumors about people disappearing around here. I figured I'd check to see if anyone was poaching my- I mean - disturbing the peace." Tracy says, with a slight stutter
>>54246"You know, a work song?"
>>54221WOAH
>>54247"Oh yeah! Eric hasn't been here for like 5 days now! I MEAN NORMALLY HE'S CONSISTENT AND RELIABLE, but I don't know. Maybe he got caught up, YOU KNOW? RIGHT?" He laughs excessively at his own humorless comment.
>>54249>INB4 it's Eric's hand
>>54249Tracy's ears flatten against her head momentarily at the outburst, but she still appears interested
"..So.. This Eric guy, where was he last seen?"
>>54251>inb4 I'm a fucking idiot>>54252No, but I like it
>>54253Jerry proceeds to supply all kinds of excessive details and anecdotes about people who Tracy has no idea of. First its Cody, then its Austin, then its Jose, then its not that Jose, its the other Jose,....
After about a 5 minute - and very loud - exploration of every little detail Jerry could think of, Tracy realizes that he has told her absolutely nothing of value, but without realizing it. He seems quite pleased.
>>54248"Sounds like negros be good at that."
>>54256"Nah, mainly merchants. I don't know if the negros had any well known work songs..."
It wouldn't a massive fucking pointless argument if Tracy killed Jerry, will it? That's what she'd normally be inclined to do.
Tracy's eye twitches with irritation for a moment, as she considers putting a knife through Jerry before leaving, but then stops realizing that that would make it even more complicated to search for a missing person.
"Bye." Tracy says flatly, as she walks out of the mill in a huff.
>>54258What race is jerry?
>>54257"Are the (((merchants))) or merchants hou are talking about?"
>>54259By all appearances and indication, he's a white guy
>>54259"Good merchants. The kinds with the big ass boats, and not big ass noses. Think Pirates with less stealing"
>>54258Why didn't you ask Slovenia or Alan? They actually know shit and aren't annoying
Tracy goes back towards the tower to check out her ogre corpse.
>>54019Can she check out that item?
>>54262Well, I assumed neither were there, since they weren't listed when Tracy looked around.
>>54263Normally Alan will ask "who the fuck are you, why are you here, and what do you want" any time you near the mill. Probably worth asking where the guy lived or frequented, since that could get to the next location for clues
>>54264Tracy does that before she leaves then.
>>54265 now is as good a time as any to get there, right? Stix wanders inside the mill.
>>54266Yeah, sure. It'd be easy enough to get there.
So what is it? Did she leave after talking to Jerry? Is she sticking around to find
Adam?
>>54266What is Styx looking for in particular?
>>54269Tracy would've looked to see if there was anyone else worth talking to before she left.
>>54267“So, how goes it?”
Slowly takes in the surroundings.
>>54269Tracy told Stix to look for the carpenter here to learn more skills, such as crafting.
>>54271"Haven't found very much so far.." Tracy says as she steps away from the talkative hoo-man
>>54272Stares at the human a bit and says to him:
“And you don’t know anything?”
>>54273Jerry very loudly says the exact things he told Tracy, which was all of nothing (unless you count anecdotes about the one time they attended a festival a few years back, and other useless facts), proving that no he does not know anything. Its not that he doesn't know anything, its that he has no filter and he doesn't realize that all the information he offers is irrelevant and inconsequential.
>>54274Is Tracy able to find Adam?
>>54275"No, its the weekend. He'll probably be at the Rusty Duck."
>>54276Tracy peeks around to see if Slovenia is there.
>>54274“Well, tell Austin that he needs to take a break now and then. He is going to overwork himself at this rate.”
>>54279Pretending to have actually listened
>>54277Turns to Tracy
“So, do we check out this Rusty... Duck was it? What kind of name is that?”
[1d100 = 27]>>54280Got it
>>54277Slovenia seems to have taken the trebuchet out for some target practice.
Also, the item Tracy got was an Oil, wrapped in a piece of leather hide to prevent breaking. It was obviously too small for a Ogre to use.
>>54281"Let me see how Woody's doing first. It's been a while since we've spoke."
>>54282Tracy heads towards the testing grounds, or wherever it is Slovenia does her target practice.
>>54284Waves goodbye to Jerry and follow Tracy, curious to meet this carpenter.
Alright, enough of that divegrass nonsense.
>>54284>>54285Just outside the wall around the Mill is the testing area, where Slovenia briskly gives direction to two of the Fight Club survivors. Tracy and Styx arrive just as a boulder explodes against a large rock outcropping a fair distance down the field.
>>54268"Well imagine capitalist pirates. Instead of stealing they buy and sell stuff depending on where it's needed."
>>54286"'Sup, Woody." Tracy says, turning to watch the dust settle in the distance
"Machinery working well?"
>>54286Studies the device that launched a rock and wonders how come he didn’t think to try making one, it seems possible to be made out of found materials in the forest.
>>54287"That's just taking advantage of arbitrage"
>>54290"You're sounding like a commie right about now."
>>54287This is your fault you know
https://youtu.be/i8ju_10NkGY>>54288"Oh, Tracy! TRACY!" she runs up and hugs Tracy. "This device is
wonderful! I've never seen anything like it, but its so remarkably simple. And watch!" she says as a humanoid figure made out of watermelons is placed in the target area. The Watermelons have "Will" written on the torso. Just as she's about to launch, she stops and looks at Tracy. "You try," she offers, with an enthusiastic look on her face.
>>54292"With pleasure." Tracy says, grinning as she takes a moment to inspect the device and see how the controls work
>>54292"This guy right here is named Stix. He just arrived at the tower."
>>54292>implying I don't like that songhttps://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1zxFuMawrDc>>54292>>54282>trebuchet>SUPERIOR SIEGE WEAPONRY
>>54293Tracy launches the trebuchet.
>>54295 the best form of cancer >>53728>cancerousAgain, OP is physic
>>54295https://youtu.be/DoBwoaWmQHw>>54296With a loud <WHUDDDDD> the mechanism releases, sending the boulder soaring high overhead,... eventually coming down and absolutely obliterating the target dummy in question.
"I... imagine if that was a person," Slovenia says with a wistful look in her eyes. "Oh I'm sorry, please forgive me. Stix is it (is it with an I or a Y?)? It is good to meet you. I'm frequently called Slovenia, but the millers have taken to call me 'the saw horse'," she says with a bit of pride.
>>54298Trebuchet memes are the best memes.
>>54297We've always been cancerous m8
example
>>54297>psychicYou have no idea
>>54301Ah, the flag shenanigens. We should do that again one of these days.
>>54299>the saw horseTOPKEK
She looks like a recolored Fleur-de-lis btw, with bits of sawdust in her mane.
>>54299What is this weeb ass shit?
>>54303Reeeee! GM said she also has the pink hair.
>>54304LOL
That is /jp/'s goal horn. Its epic troll-worthy
>>54302I get extra autistic when my flag gets changed desu.. Like with those Schulz shenanigans.. That's actually why I never bothered with a custom flag.
Sounds like a lot of fun.
>>54299 Stix with an I “It’s a pleasure to meet you. I was told you are the best carpenter all around and know about the forest area. I figure your the one to talk to in order to get used to the land.”
>>54305Nah, then she'd look just like Fleur-de-lis. No fun having an exact clone as a character.
>>54299I can't believe I watched that whole video..
>>54307I stopped using a custom cuz A. I lose it anyway anytime I reset my browser, and B. Cuz if I ever need to distinguish myself in thread I can just blow someone up or something.
The weird thing is I feel more compelled to post when I have a custom flag. Weird. Oh well, if I ever feel like being a nuisance I'll get another one. ^_^
>>54308"Well its no wonder, these humans have never worked with Unicorn magic before. Speaking of which, are you,... also from Equestria?"
>>54309Well she's obviously unique in personality. What does it matter if she has a nice fitting mane color rather than something ugly?
>>54310“Yes. Though, I don’t seem to remember too much of it at the moment. I bet it has something to do with coming here in the manner I did.”
>>54311I prefer the blue mane and amber eyes.
>>54312"I see. Was your arrival,... adverse? Mine was. I did not find my way into the company of Tracy and her allies until a long while had passed. You're fortunate to have arrived here rightly,... this world is not like Equestria," she says, recalling undesirable treatment.
>>54314“I wish I could remember, but I am told I died to arrive here. I suppose that is correct, however, all I remember is working for a client by clearing out some land of magical creatures.”
Steps a little closer to the device
“Very nice contraption, what do you call it?”
>>54316"Its a Trebuchet. The skinny, nerdy-looking guy came up with the design. That reminds me!" she <BANG> teleports away. Not long afterward she <BANG> teleports back holding a heavily scribbled-on piece of graphing paper. "Hive viss dho himmm," she says, offering Tracy the piece of paper. "Since the Trebuchet doesn't involve gunpowder or an impact force to launch, it should be possible to make explosive shots!"
>>54317“Very interesting. I can’t say I’m the best engineer, but I do like to build with wood.”
Draws on the dirt with his hoof to better picture how the parts go together
“Explosive shots you say? Got a lot of problems that need such ammunition?”
>>54317Tracy accepts the piece of paper and reads it.
"I heard Eric went missing recently. Was wondering if there was anything dangerous crawling around these parts."
>>54317>The skinny, nerdy-looking guy came up with the design.Oh...
>>54318She looks at Stix for a moment, clearly drawing conclusions in her head about the degree of explanation he's had so far. "Yes," she says, like that is an understatement. "I'll show you the blue-prints if you like."
>>54319"I had heard. I almost didn't notice he was missing. He's one of my favorite people when he's not around. Hopefully he makes a habit of it," she says dismissively.
>>54322“If you don’t mind me seeing them, I would love to. I can’t wait to see what kinds of other ways I could build a machine like this.”
>>54322Tracy, like the mare she is, seems to lose all interest in Eric after realizing he wasn't going to be missed by anyone.
"Alright then, just checking-in to see if anyone was poaching hoo-man resources." She says, turning to leave, remembering she still had shabby's body in her sack
"I had some business back at the tower, I hope you wouldn't mind if I left this blue guy with you for a bit?"
>>54324"Poaching? Not that I know of, but I'll let you know if I hear anything. That's fine, I'm glad you stopped by. Let me know what Torcuil thinks of the designs," she says with an eager smile.
Fucking lightning.
>>54325"Sure, I'll let him know." Tracy says, as she trots off towards the tower.
>>54320At least she mentioned Torcuil...
>>54325>eager smileShould I be scared?
>>54328“Although you don’t miss your worker, your still down one, correct? Need any help around this place?”
>>54330REEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE
>>54331"I wouldn't say we're one down necessarily. Alot of these faggots have gotten used to overly spreading out the workload. TBH, its more of a blessing than anything."
>>54329Exploding Trebuchet Shots
>>54333Can i roll to come up with a concept?
>>54333God I wish my character were there
>>54334Please stop that shit
>>54334Sure. Rolls for ingenuity will receive penalties or bonuses depending on how familiar the character is with the subject matter.
>>54335Im helping with us with it,pal
>>54333 checked “Well, if you need me to do anything, just ask.”
Turns attention to the forest
“And mind if I check out your forest?”
[1d20 = 5]>>54336Machinery
>we industrious now
>>54338First of all, fuck you second of all hoe?
>>54335There's more than one design too. Figuring out the best configuration will require extensive testing, and will likely produce different types of ordinance depending on the need.
She really didn't appreciate the trebuchet failing to dent the Octahedron.
>>54339"Oh yes, that. Here," she leads him over to an oversized map located near the entrance to the mill.
"The thin traced line is the forest-area that our crews primarily operate. With the exception of one incident with some trolls, we've found this area to be particularly safe."
>>54343>5That's how Xp
[1d20+13 = 33]>>54340Leave this to the professionals.
Rolling to try and understand the basics of how the airship works.
>>54333Nice
>>54345>pali>nat 20This pleases me
>>54345e_e
~_~'
Okay. Torcuil understands the basics of how the airship works.
>>54348And that is?
And I don't mean "It flies and shit"
Upon returning to the tower, Tracy puts Shabby's stuff in a burlap sack, and ties up his body in a comfy chair at the entertron.
Then she revives him.
>>54350Is that gonna be our first domesticated monster?
>>54344“Alright. I don’t suppose there is anything I could keep a look out for to justify my trip in there?”
>>54344Oh no, that's not why I wish my character were there
>>54349Sigh. It works primarily off the properties of the float-stone, which is the part that looks like a balloon but is lumpy and not balloon-shaped, heavily layered with water/weather/damage-eliminating protection. The stone has a particular degree of weight that it counteracts. The wheel operates a series of wind-rudders, and the levers manipulate a series of counter-balances, which allow the ship to elevate or descend, while a pair of modified and exquisite Wind Fans control the propulsion.
>>54350Oh boy.
>>54352"Not that I know of. There was a dragon some time ago, but we're friends now and she relocated. You should be fine," she says.
[1d20 = 18]>>54336Rolling to develop Thousand-Swords Bulwark Martial Discipline.
>>54354Ayy that's exactly what I fucking wanted.
[1d20 = 11]
Rolling to develop new rule against "rolling to develop" cancer
>>54358Hey, mine was an engineering check
>>54356It's a maneuver: she and her allies gain the benefit of flanking for one round when an attack misses here.
>>54360So its essentially a counter-buff technique.
>>54354“I’m both relieved and disappointed.”
Chuckles a little
“I’m off to this... ælveheim, if I’m reading this map right.”
Lines up the map and checks the position of the sun
Heads off into the forest
>>54361Yes. When an enemy misses her, she strikes at the openings.
>>54361It's free sneak attack every time an opponent fails to land an attack
>>54359You're fine
>>54358Help! Im being oppressed!
>>54360Pardon. It's actually a stance.
>>54364>freeIt's a swift action to assume the stance.
>>54366It's free sneak attack during normal battle just cause something you'd expect to happen happens
>>54365Call this number if you feel like it is just too much.
1800 923-4357
It will be worth your while
I’m kidding
>>54362Don't put
too much stock in the names, especially general geography names, but I get where you're indicating.
>>54366The stance makes sense, I just don't get why allies get flanking also
>>54371So, how does travel work when I’m wander into a strange place?
>>54372Generally I roll a few dice, check a few tables, and come up with a side-story. The area is already cleared, so there won't be any tribes of Orcs or nothing, but I'd pretty much come up with a context that depending on how it is responded to will determine the adversity, rewards/benefits/swag, and potential plot devices for later reference. As evidenced by Tracy's encounter, they will be plausible scenarios that are happening simultaneously and largely independent of Stix' actions, with the potential for no contact at all (which gets stealth Exp).
*wishes he had gone on the investigation adventure*
>>54371Not sure, but in context of that maneuver set it's inferred that allies would have to be in adjacent or threatened squares.
>>54374You're the one who wanted the Spartan side tour
>>54354"Onion?" Tracy offers, to the bound ogre.
>>54376Yeah, but I was expecting the others to do a better job of it
>>54375I'll tell you what. I checked that 18, so I won't allow her to learn
that specific stance, but I will allow her to learn something like it but not yet.
>>54377Oh yes. That. I get to role-play an ogre now. Oh wait, Tracy doesn't speak Giant-kin.
>>54378To be fair, airship trips are usually boring
"HOW'D YOU GET A ROYAL FLUSH? WE'RE PLAYING GO FISH"
>smug hiss
[1d20+21 = 37]>>54379Ogres understand onions.
*gives onion*
Bluff check, to communicate simple message of "Onion?"
>>54381Wait, fucked that up. Can't use bluff that way it seems.
>>54381He's tied to the chair. And he's large size. An onion is kind of like a marble to him.
>>54383Tracy cuts the ogre loose because her faggot is feeling reckless.
She decides to have hunch.
>>54373Takes in the scenery and takes a deep breath
“This place may be some kind of purgatory, but it still looks nice.”
Continues to roam forward
>>54383Alright, let's get into this.
The airship flies low, and with great displays of the Trump coat of arms (a Dragonne carrying a Football of course) on the ship, so as to distinguish it from whoever the hell originally owned the Ship. Trumpaladin has the Spartans wave down gate keepers upon their arrival within range of the city
>>54387>>54386Unless Trump can stay for long enough to have lunch with pony
>>54388They've already left
>>54388Seriously?
>>54384Seriously.
>>54385The initial landscape of the forest is moderately dense sections of thin trees, about 6" in diameter and 4' apart or less. There is an apparent foot path, but a number of animal trails as well, including what almost appear to be a trail of some sort of disorganized group of tiny feet.
>>54390Alright, what hath the Spartan Auxiliaries to say in approach to the city?
>>54390She relaxes and eats her lunch of ambiguous meat-stuffs, and sends shabby off with a bag of onions in his hand, unless he'd rather sit and eat with her.
>>54390Shrugs at the sight of tiny footprints
“Might as well follow this a bit.”
Keeps a look out for animals that may have caused this trail.
>>54393Before we continue, how experienced of a ranger is Stix? He has a dagger as I recall, any other weapons? We're getting to the part where that will be determined for certain.
>>54392Are you trolling me?
>>54394Well, I kind of just like the image of Tracy sitting back and eating lunch with an ogre. Same reason I had her revive the Fire Giants.
>>54394He also has a bow, but as you can imagine, it is not the easiest weapon for an earth pony to use. He mainly focuses on stealth to avoid direct encounters until a trap is set for his enemy.
>>54394Tracy gave him a double-ended bane shortsword when they met. It's for animals and magical beasts.
>>54396But I’m unfamiliar with D&D mechanics, do not sure how to describe the experience. He has been in the woods a lot, but never fought more than some tough magical creatures before.
>>54397Oh right, forgot about that.
>>54398So not sure*
My autocorrect fails me!
>>54395>Fire GiantsI forgot about those. Ogres act differently under these circumstances than Fire Giants. The ogre snarls and grabs the end of the bag like an exceptionally crude flail.
>>54397wut?
>>54396K, I'm thinking 6th level then
>>54398As a Ranger, you can choose a combat style. You can choose better range combat, or specialized two-weapon fighting.
The double-weapon can count as two weapons on either end, so he could use it while we figure out what his preferred combat style is.
>inb4 Tracy is beaten with a sack of onions
>>54400She did back at the stables.
She made it in case daddybird needed a little extra "convincing", and the other end was in case she ever saw troll again.
>>54402Ogres have layers.
>>54401Okay, seriously. Why did you not continue the investigation?
>>54405Mostly, because I thought that Tracy wouldn't really care what happened to some guy named Eric if nobody missed him. She mostly just went because she felt like seeing Slovenia.
[1d20 = 13]>>54405Because there were no leads, just contacts and interactions.
>>54404Ogre has a bag of layers. Roll for initiative.
"No Snek, you can't move your rook there. It's my turn anyway"
>>54402That's a beautiful mental image
>>54404Parfaits have layers, everybody likes parfaits.
[1d20+4 = 5]>>54407Rollin'
>>54409>fumble on initiativeI'm not sure how to respond to that
>>54410It was at this moment Tracy knew,
she fucked up