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,....
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>>53733
A 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.
A 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.
I love every version of this painting.
>>53741
It is very nice.
When does the game resume today? Wondering if I can get my work done in time to join.
It is very nice.
When does the game resume today? Wondering if I can get my work done in time to join.
>>53742
Idk, 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.
Idk, 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
>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*
*pulls giant ass wagon up the mountain*
*grunts* "We'll be there any minute now, Angels." *huff*
>>53744
I 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.
I 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).
>>53748
Kek
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).
Kek
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).
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>>53751
>she could have taken the airship
Last 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*
>she could have taken the airship
Last 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*
>>53755
While 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.
While 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.
>>53757
*gasp* *Wheeze*
"You girls sure have been growing up well..."
Tracy looks up at the spire
Spot check to look for daddybird.
>>53759
Better 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.
Better 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*
>>53758
The 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.
The 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.
*large
[1d20+18 = 34]
>>53762
>cart is no-go
Tracy 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 Wis
Listen check, for good measure.
>>53762
>cart is no-go
Tracy 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 Wis
Listen check, for good measure.
Tracy puts on a grimace, seemingly displeased with something unrelated
"Rigged, it's always rigged...!" she mutters, as she kicks the soil in frustration.
"Rigged, it's always rigged...!" she mutters, as she kicks the soil in frustration.
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.
>>53769
Tracy 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.
Tracy 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.
>>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.
>>53772
In 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.
In 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]
>>53773
As 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
>>53773
As 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
>>53774
Tracy, 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.
Tracy, 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.
>>53776
Oh, thats way better. You get a much better bonus to your check that way. Okay, that should be good.
Oh, thats way better. You get a much better bonus to your check that way. Okay, that should be good.
>>53778
Tracy 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.
Tracy 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
>>53779
K yeah
>>53779
K yeah
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