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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>>53829
>didn't make it
Tracy adjusts her lens to determine if the shabby is in fact dead, with the Deathwatch function.
>didn't make it
Tracy 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.
Well, he's at -3, and no one is tending to his braining, so yeah, he's kill
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dammit
>>53846
They really don't! They've got these stupid people negotiating for their workforce and they're just not good, quality jobs. Sad!
They 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*
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.
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.
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.
>>53851
It 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
It 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]
>>53853
Aww, 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')
>>53853
Aww, 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')
>>53856
Tracy takes one last look at the top of the mountain, before turning take the tarp off of her wagon.
Tracy takes one last look at the top of the mountain, before turning take the tarp off of her wagon.
>>53857
She 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*
She 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*
>>53858
For what its worth, the daddy bird would have moved on, and the feathers strewn about are remnants.
For 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*
>>53860
Oh, I'm not disappointed. It was a >9 Wis idea in the first place: I expected catastrophe since before the encounter.
*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*
>>53860
Oh, 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.
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.
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.
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.
>>53863
Tracy 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.
Tracy 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?
sorry for the delay
Drowsily wakes up
Glances around the room
doesn’t my character have recollection of this place?
>>53867
No 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
No 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
>>53869
Still 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.
Still 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.
>>53870
Well, 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.
Well, 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.
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.
>>53872
I 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?
I 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?
[1d20 = 5]
>>53874
Not 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.
>>53874
Not 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.
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