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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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
>>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?"
>>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.”
>>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"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"