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Contrarian, Cancerous, and Contentiously Contrite Nuts
Anonymous
9hwZT
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No.53728
53730 53731 53737 53744 53745 54297
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,....


1452 replies and 186 files omitted.
9hwZT
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No.53782
53783
[1d20 = 11]
>>53781
Roll it
wRUJL
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No.53783
53784 53785
[1d20+24 = 26]
>>53782
Rollin' to make self scarce.
Mrs. Sentry
wRUJL
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No.53784
>>53783
Not the best roll...
Anonymous
9hwZT
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No.53785
53786
>>53783
As 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.
Mrs. Sentry
wRUJL
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No.53786
53787 53789
>>53785
>perimeter of scent sense
So 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.
wRUJL
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No.53787
53788
[1d20+18 = 20]
>>53786
Wait, 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
Mrs. Sentry
wRUJL
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No.53788
>>53787
>another 2
Anonymous
9hwZT
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No.53789
53791
>>53786
I reiterate, she sees nothing. The air is absent any creatures, but she can clearly smell something is there
Anonymous
9hwZT
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No.53790
A slight jingle of chain-mail reaches Tracy's ears as the creature flies closer to the "rock", apparently having noticed it.
Mrs. Sentry
wRUJL
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No.53791
53792
>>53789
Tracy 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"?
Anonymous
9hwZT
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No.53792
53793
>>53791
Uh, 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.
Mrs. Sentry
wRUJL
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No.53793
>>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
Anonymous
9hwZT
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No.53794
53795
"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.
wRUJL
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No.53795
53796
[1d20+18 = 28]
>>53794
Tracy 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?
Anonymous
9hwZT
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No.53796
53799
>>53795
First 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.
Anonymous
9hwZT
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No.53797
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.
Anonymous
9hwZT
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No.53798
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."
Mrs. Sentry
wRUJL
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No.53799
cloak.png
>>53796
>herding the cattle in Tracy's general direction
Noted.
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.
Anonymous
9hwZT
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No.53800
53801
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.
Mrs. Sentry
wRUJL
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No.53801
>>53800
'This guy has some cool taste..' Tracy thinks to herself, as she watches the party draw closer.
Anonymous
9hwZT
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No.53802
53804
"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.
Anonymous
9hwZT
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No.53803
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.
Mrs. Sentry
wRUJL
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No.53804
53807
>>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.
Anonymous
9hwZT
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No.53805
53806 53808 53809
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".

Mrs. Sentry
wRUJL
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No.53806
53807
>>53805
All 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.
Anonymous
9hwZT
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No.53807
53811
>>53804
Picnic 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.
>>53806
At this point they're all settled within 50 feet of her, the shiny ones having settled on the ground.
Anonymous
tFvLF
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No.53808
53812 53814
>>53805
If we're being honest I have no fucking idea what they are
Anonymous
0d6AS
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No.53809
53810 53812 53813
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>>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.
Anonymous
tFvLF
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No.53810
>>53809
Top kek
Mrs. Sentry
wRUJL
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No.53811
>>53807
What 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.
Anonymous
9hwZT
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No.53812
53817
>>53808
Splendid. 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.
>>53809
KEK, good shit
Mrs. Sentry
wRUJL
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No.53813
>>53809
kek
Mrs. Sentry
wRUJL
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No.53814
53816
>>53808
It's better that way.
Anonymous
9hwZT
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No.53815
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.
Anonymous
tFvLF
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No.53816
>>53814
Now I have a strange feeling that you know...

Eh, whatever.
Torc returns to inspecting the airship before take off
wRUJL
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No.53817
53818
[1d20+21 = 30]
>>53812
Tracy 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.
Mrs. Sentry
wRUJL
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No.53818
>>53817
Tracy 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.
Anonymous
9hwZT
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No.53819
53820
picnic.png
As the two shabby ones continue to bicker, one ultimately challenges the other one in some manner and they take positions in the clearing.
wRUJL
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No.53820
53821 53822 53824
[1d20+4 = 5]
>>53819
Sense Motive check, to ballpark-guess what they're about to fight over.
Mrs. Sentry
wRUJL
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No.53821
>>53820
Shit.
Anonymous
tFvLF
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No.53822
>>53820
I'm pretty sure you fucked that up
Anonymous
9hwZT
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No.53823
53824
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.
Mrs. Sentry
wRUJL
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No.53824
>>53823
>>53820
Tracy watches dumbfounded, having absolutely no idea what the shabbys are about to do or why.
9hwZT
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No.53825
[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.
9hwZT
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No.53826
53828
[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.
9hwZT
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No.53827
[1d100 = 45]
And this time the other shabby one gets hit good
Mrs. Sentry
wRUJL
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No.53828
53830
>>53826
Overtaken 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.

Anonymous
9hwZT
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No.53829
53832 53835 53839
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.
Anonymous
tFvLF
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No.53830
53939
>>53828
>pregnant women always have chocolate
This game never ceases to make me kek.
Torc heads off to find Infernius or Trump, leaving Snek watching the airship
Anonymous
9hwZT
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No.53831
53834 53835
The now victorious shabby cheers in triumph, while the shiny ones emit impressed cheers of enthusiasm.