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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>>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.
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.
>>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.
>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.
[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
>>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
>>53786
I reiterate, she sees nothing. The air is absent any creatures, but she can clearly smell something is there
I 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.
>>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"?
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"?
>>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.
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.
>>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
'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]
>>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?
>>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?
>>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.
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.
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."
"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 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.
>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.
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.
'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.
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.
'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".
>>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.
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.
>>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.
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.
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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.
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.
>>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.
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.
>>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
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
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.
>>53814
Now I have a strange feeling that you know...
Eh, whatever.
Torc returns to inspecting the airship before take off
Now I have a strange feeling that you know...
Eh, whatever.
Torc returns to inspecting the airship before take off
[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.
>>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.
>>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.
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.
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As the two shabby ones continue to bicker, one ultimately challenges the other one in some manner and they take positions in the clearing.
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.
[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.
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.
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.
>>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.
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.
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 chocolate
This game never ceases to make me kek.
Torc heads off to find Infernius or Trump, leaving Snek watching the airship
>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
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