Its that RP thread again! Spectators can shitpost, new players can try it out with little/no investment, and established players need no explanation.
We return as most of the party is either in Sparintenar preparing for a swank banquet - a custom among the Spartans - or speeding towards; except Thez. ;_;
Our newest player Stix is exploring the surrounding forest area, as is his proclivity as a ranger.
Tracy, speeds toward Sparintenar at full speed for some reason unknown to GM at time of OP.
Thez is at the Sticky Wickett, having brought Bones along to have a mostly one-sided conversation, accented occasionally by >doot
Game is temporally not set to fire off at a particular point, but last thread passed 2nd bump so,....
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[1d20 = 12]>>56322>footDammit
Well a 19 beats anything less than a 20, so let's find out,....
>>56324I suppose I escaped. But do I lose them?
So Stix has the upper hand in escaping the scene. The gibbers are fast, but not as fast as a pony in flight, and before long the sounds of gibbering fades into the surroundings. Stix is currently about 1/2 the distance from Port Barry, on the verge of a path leading to a small village that sits in between several larger cities (incl Port Barry).
The tree from which he fled is actually a particular spot at a crossroads (no actual roads, but theres several places beyond) which the party at large have been to and fro from, and which may turn up again.
>>56320I don't think the other side of the mountain was ever explored before.
Tracy checks out the landscape.
>>56326Stix like smaller villages. He checks the map and heads off that way.
>>56327I guess I won't try ti burn it down again then..
Tracy pushes a boulder down the mountain and watches it roll.
[1d20 = 12]>>56330Good of you
>>56331Thats what she thought would happen, but as she goes to move the boulder, it attacks.
Trumpaladin tells the tales of the Denver Broncos for whoever shall gather and listen
"Everypony knows that the Denver Broncos are Football. But what many people don't know is that they are also Baseball, Basketball, Volleyball, and Frisbee Golf, in the sense that all of those sports were kicked repeatedly in the groin by John Fucking Nigger Punching Elway, until the converted and became Football"
"For many people, the Denver Broncos are a source of comfort and inspiration. However, it is important to remember that the Denver Broncos have pure electricity in their pantaloons. If you don't know you'd probably best ask somebody, because John Elway will kick you right in the dick if you're not watching."
He elaborates:
"I've seen it happen, you know. One time, thousands of years ago, when the earth was void and without form, he who Shall Not Be Named was doing non-Football type stuff for the Oakland Raiders, which may or may not have involved licking a frog's hairy dilapidated butthole, when all of a sudden, who should appear but the Almighty One, his Majesty John Elway."
>>56332"Fug!" Tracy says aloud, not expecting that at all, but bracing for the hit.
>>56336I see that that was rather unexpected. You know what else is unexpected? The Spanish Inquisition, because the spanish inquisition are John Elway's agents on Earth and on Equestria and in Portland Oregon, and they are always ready to pop out of your bag of doritos, that crack between the seat cushions, and smaller Volkswagon vehicles and kick your non-football worshiping ass
>>56336Glad to have improved uncanny dodge.
>>56332Is that a hit?
>>56334"I really wouldn't be the person to ask about such things. Aside from my position as administrator, I'm little more than a figurehead. If there were any irregulars in the city, they would not flock to me."
>>56336The Rock(?) bites ahold of Tracy's leg. It does not
do damage, but it has a hold.
>>56333By those digits, is there also Badminton?
>>56336But unlike rocks that suddenly say "fuck you" and attack, and unlike the Spanish Inquisition, do you know what you should always expect? The Denver Broncos. And expect John Elway to be Awesome, because he is the Denver broncos, and he did banish the Oakland Raiders to Isreal where they did displace the Jews in the Babylonian Captivity. And he did play cards with Peytown manning, and after winning the game, created the Universe and the first Football. And he did Cum inside Rainbow Dash from the 30 yardline at Mile High Stadium. Praise American
>>56339Let me consult with the Deity
>>56342This pasta, I should have known
[1d20+24 = 39]>>56339"REEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!"
Tracy neighs loudly at the rock-thing in an attempt to get it to let go as she pulls out her cane.
Intimidate check
(idk how big it it, so aplly size modifier pls)
>>56343Kek
I didn't plan it, but as Tracy kicked the rock a guy in my head said "Ooooh! That rock should be a mimic". I rolled a dice, the dice agreed, so that rock is a mimic.
>>56345Its medicine-ball sized
>>56343Kek
>>56339"Well me pretty surebthat the (((group))) me was talking about earlier has infiltrated your town."
>>56347Oh..
Sounds cute, now I feel kind of mean...
>>56345Do you know who is a complete badass at intimidating rocks? John Elway. That's right, when vacationing in Aruba, John Elway was showing some local heathens the superiority of Football when a Rock tried to rob them. Little did it know it was attacking John Motherfucking Elway. Elway kicked the in the nuts so hard it became a football, went back in time and beat Jesse Owens in the 100 meter dash in the 1936 olympics. Rocks don't even have nuts, so that's pretty impressive
>>56339The Deity hath responded with the following:
"Badminton is usually referred to by those in the know as the Colorado Rockies of Badminton. When the earth was only ten thousand years old by the reckoning of the moon, Jews came out of its foul depths and created the Anti-Football, which shall henceforth be known as the Oakland Raiders. One of them had a growth upon their neck, that swelled to the size of a basketball, and hence became basketball. It was at that point that a lizard sprang forth, recited the Fifth Incantation, and emerged victorious from the anus of Basketball. This creature was badminton."
>>56347That's tiny, right?
On a whim, I am contemplating an AMA-format, where rather than giving vague or enigmatic answers or suggestions, I give direct answers and responses. Anyone interested?
BTW Stix, the Gibbers are really only there for me to irritate players with. There's not much Exp to them, they're like roaches (there's no getting rid of them) and they're a damn nuisance. The dice allowed him to escape, but they can be nasty. Exploration of already-explored areas will result in that sort of thing. Generally in order to explore an area will involve a quest or something that I'll work up, but in the aftermath there's really not much to say for it. Interestingly enough, beyond the tree that Stix found is Trollestia's grove, which I think may have been mentioned, but perhaps another time.
>>56351Praise
>>56352Yeah, as far as combat stats are concerned
>>56347That's neat, but do you know the story of where medicine ball comes from?
In 1836, while attending the international conference on oppressing non-whites and women in Geneva Switzerland, John Elway was demonstrating the pure superiority of the Football. But a Jewish Merchant by the Name of Happy Goldstien was in attendance as well, and he attempted to subvert the meeting by showing his invention: Soccer, which would subject all Whites to slavery and subvert their nations. But John Elway wasn't having any of that shit, so he shoved the soccer ball far up Happy Goldstein's ass. 8 days' later, Happy Goldstien died of constipation, but the Soccer ball became a medicine ball while in the depths of Happy's ass. That medicine ball was given as a gift to Tsar Alexander I, and is currently on display in the Hermitage Museum in Saint Petersburg
>>56353>beyond is the groveAgain, good information, it just wasnt all that clear. I will try again sometime
>AMASounds good, though I won’t know what all to ask
>>56355And John Elway did make love to Queen victoria thereafter, and that is how the current line of British Royalty came to be
>>56357Thats a gross simplification, but ok
>>56354[interested pony noises]
Tracy picks up the miraculous talking "rock".
>>56359Grappling a tiny object still requires an attack roll
[1d20 = 11]>>56360Rolling to grapple tiny "rock"
>>56361Tracy grabs ahold of the Rock, but is unable to pry it loose. She's currently grabbing the rock, which is still biting her hoof, painlessly.
Trumpaladin continues his preaching of the Glory of the Denver Broncos:
"Some people think that potatoes are too starchy for the Denver Broncos, but not me, no siree bob. When I was just a small potato, I would occasionally salt myself and become that entity known to The French as Le Pomme de Terre, and I would cause the cholesterol of my enemies to rise through the buttery menace of my potato hide."
>>56362Front or back hoof?
Tracy stares curiously at the "rock" that has managed to instantly cure her murderous boredom.
"...Now where did you come from?" she ponders looking at the tenacious little object.
>>56365Front, I assume. Whichever hoof was going to kick it down the mountain. There don't appear to be any more carnivorous rocks around, but this one looked perfectly harmless before it bit.
>>56362Do you know who is a damned master at grabbing things? Trump fucking Sentry. And he's a master at grabbing horse pussy, with over 200 confirmed pussy grabs. This one time, he encountered Rainbow Dash, and she tried to runaway from him. But he shot her a charming glance so sharp she did fall down prone to him right there. And as he went to grab her pussy his hand met with that of our lord and savior John Elway. And as they held their hands together over the glorious, sacred, and very wet pussy of Rainbow Dash, that is when Trump Sentry did know that Elway was the god for him
>>56366Tracy raises her hoof and stares at the little "rock" latched to her hoof, and chuckles, finding the strange little being to be rather cute in its endeavor to eat her hoof.
To Renquist, to the attendees, and to whomever may listen and not have their ears burnt out by the unadultered Truth, Trumpaladin relates:
"It was in the early afternoon of that Tuesday that I did take my vorpal sword and plunge it deep into the kidneys of several of my enemies, for they are of great enmity to me, and I am sworn of enmity to them. That is why, on the morning of Bastille Day every third year, I make a pilgrimage to the Holy City of Denver, at which point I stab the nearest potato farmer I come across with a fondue fork."
>>56369>GM thinks Trump might be intoxicated
>>56368Tracy, not minding the creature one bit, stands up on her hind legs and continues walking down the mountain trail, bringing the hoof-eating pebble with her.
>>56370"I remember when I was intoxicated one Bastille day. After completing my pilgrimage to Denver I travelled with a band of Rice farmers, who are a hell of a lot nicer than Potato farmers, and who let me taste glorious sake as we flew over to Europe. I ended up drunk driving a truck down the streets of Marseilles, but let's not talk about that. Ever."
>>56370Do you know what the best intoxicant is? It's not alcohol, nor meth, nor marijuana or even horse pussy. No, it's the Denver broncos. Do you know how high you can get with them? Mile High, that's how like, like you're sipping the sweet then air of the holy city of Denver as you kneel prostrate before John Elway himself, who tells you his old glorious war stories, sort of like your grandfather exceot his stories arem't boring but awesome, as you vision starts to display glorious fields of multicolored ponies sort of like LSD except when you touch them, you touch actual horse pussy and not just your neighbor's cat which is frightened out of its wits and scrathes at you and then you have to explain to your coworkers later why you have those scrathes on your face and the best you can say is that you somehow got them while trying to lick the pussy. No, you will be carries along on mother fucking clouds like meth, except you get to keep your teeth and the clouds have pegasi on them, which are also sexy
>>56371Tracy continues down the trail, slightly slower, but having a lot more fun.
After walking for a while, Tracy stops to enjoy the scenery and have a picnic.
*whips out mystery-meat sandwich*
*whips out chihuahua-sized sandwich*
*eats*
Tracy prods the peculiar stone.
>>56376*offers tiny sandwich*
Trumpaladin tells of the creation of Earth, although the moon and the Heavens would have to wait for a different separate explanation
"In those days, the earth was a lot more elliptical than it is presently, and I was wearing a belt at the time. When all the melancholy dwarves became cheered up by the almighty prattling of John Holy Shit it's Literally John Mother Fucking God Damn Horse Fucking Elway And If You Don't Fucking Believe Me I Will Come To Your House and Skull Fuck You And Yes That is a Verbal Threat Elway, they joined together to sing the praises of the almighty Denver Broncos."
>>56377>looks to sammich, looks to hoof,... bites hoof harder.
>>56381Tracy just grins at this.
[1d100 = 50]Tracy has a contest with Sparkle to see who can eat moar sandwiches.
vid semi-related
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XPHlHuhBVFIRolling for Tracy
>>56329So, how long does travel take for these sort of things? I have no point of reference.
[1d20+23 = 28]
Trumpaladin rolls profession check to see if he can begin the process of setting up a franchise of the American Football League in Sparintenar
So legit off the cuff, here's what I've been thinking. I'm spending WAAAAY too much time on backstories and sculpting "existing" dynamics, and then trying to nudge the party into resolving those dynamics. Not every session needs to an ebin megalythic struggle, or some over-the-top strategem. I'm not exlcuding such thing...
>>56383kek, one satisfied hamster
... but not every scene needs to have days/weeks worth of scripting and structure behind it. TBH, that recent exchange with Tracy and Birbs v. the random Ogres was lots of fun, and was totally off the cuff. This recent with the bitey-stone is likewise. So basically, while I will present major cataclysmic scenarios, I'm also gonna work on less-dangerous but still-troublesome scenarios for players to contend with.
>>56388Whad'ya mean aww? I just mean that there will be more curiosity to bantz and shitpost periods
>>56835 →Not long, usually just a matter of reminding GM he's being a faggot.
Stix enters into an area that shows small signs of civilization. Its barely a village really, with only a single building set up as something of utility shop.
>>56391It’s ok GM, multitasking the other players can be challenging.
Stix meanders over to check out this shop.
[1d20+35 = 42]
*Continues preaching the Power and the Glory*
>>56383>>56384Ah, I was hoping he'd win.
"Ha! I am eating for two after all." she says, looking down at the stuffed and defeated dog.
>>56387So long as there's things to kill and/or loot to be dragged back, I'll be satisfied.
Tracy puts Sparke in her saddle back and keeps walking, with the little barnacle still latched to her hoof.
>>56393Upon entering the shop, Stix is immediately greeted by a skinny and dark-brown skinned boy who immediately recoils at his presence.
"Shoo! You can't be in here! Shoo!"
>>56396Takes a few steps back
“My apologies. Have I done something wrong?”
>>56390Does that entail we might have encounters during shitpost periods?
>>56397"Ye gads! It talks! What the fuck are you on about? Witchcraft!" he says, becoming increasingly bewildered.
>>56398Yes. Nothing onerous, but I'll look for ways to spice up the intervening periods with whatever flavor I can cook up.
[1d20+57 = 65]
Trumpaladin figures that he ought to return the hospitality of the Spartans by setting up his own little entertainment venue. Specifically, a game between the Generals and The Spartans taking place on a training field. The Spartans are not fully trained, but it's good to show the ministers and the townspeople that they are learning. None of these people have seen a football game before, so they ought to see one. Serving Doritos and Nachos and Hotdogs and lower quality beer and other essential Football Treats to those in attendance, which would be Spartan leaders, military men, and assorted commoners I guess.
Combining Profession and = Diplomacy modifiers because I'm sure it will stir up controversy
>>56399Sounds great.
Tracy keeps walking, deciding to explore the area a bit before turning back.
Can we put the same profession skill ranks into multiple different occupations? I put all of mine into "larceny".
>>56399He steps back out the door to try and show he means no harm.
“I don’t know of any witchcraft. I have always talked to my memory. Anyway, I was just visiting your fine establishment here, wondering what you may have to sell. If I am not wanted though, I will leave.”
*something about missing thez*
Tracy turns around as soon as her faggot realizes he's not going to get an encounter in these mountains.
She returns to the port.
>>56404Go try to find her.
>>56404"Rest assured, for even as your waifu is away... and mine just vanished on me... Elway is with us always. Praise American."
>>56403"You're serious aren't you, this isn't a prank? I've never seen a talking horse before. I'm a little out of my element. I just provide low-level wares for the locals, and occasionally supplies for travelers. This isn't much of a store, more of a depot."
>>56407“I am quite serious, though I can’t blame you. Before today if you said I would be exploring a strange new land with little clue as to where I am, I would have laughed at the thought.”
“But back on the subject of your store. If you will have me, I would love to see what you have to offer regardless of what you think the quality is.”
>>56405Squirrel pilling atm
>>56406"Heil Hitler!"
*Roman salutes*
>>56408"Well we don't carry much. Bait for fishermen, some climbing tools for the mountain-types, general provisions for travelers. We don't really stock weapons or armor or anything like that, but as far as mundane tools and supplies we have a good selection."
>>56409I'm gonna need a bit more for that. What do you mean by, and what scope of "red-pilling" are you offering here? There's countless red-pills you could be talking about, from GMOs, to Vaccinces, to Common Core, Agenda 21,... give me a ballpark
Shit, who was I supposed to look for at the Rusted Duck?
Tracy is wandering through the Port, window-shopping through any shops she hadn't checked out before.
>>56410The jQuery redpill
>>56411Tracy checks out the mage shop to look for a crystal ball or some other kind of gypsy trinket.
>>56410Walks inside to look at the gear and provisions
“How has business been lately?”
>>56412K
>>56411I don't remember desu
>>56414"Fairly steady. Folks been coming this way from the north with increasing frequency. Port Barry seems to have become quite a hotbed of activity."
>>56413Tracy rings the little bell thing on the counter autistically.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=V7Omwr5RzHU>>56415Oh, I figured I'd try to look for Eric, since Brad's faggot seemed to think it was important.
>>56415Examines the climbing gear
“That’s good to hear. Though I’m a bit surprised this is just about the only store I can see around here if that’s the case.”
>>56417"In this village, sure. There are plenty of larger places in Port Barry and um,..." he seems to struggle with the names, "The other cities north of here."
>>56416A waifish old woman meanders to the counter and looks at Tracy. She then looks around the store and doesn't see anyone else. "You then?" she asks.
>>56419"Yes, please." Tracy says
>>56418 does Stix even have money? I just remembered to ask that... “And if you don’t mind me asking, is there anything in the line of work around here, or should I look in the other towns?”
>>56415"Jews r bad mkay."
>>56421"You mean like trade-craft? Well theres a good number of folks who have homesteads in the hills and the surrounding area who might take a liking to a fella with some skills. Otherwise there may be communal areas in the cities where one can offer services. I must admit, I'm not sure what you mean."
>>56420She blinks a few times. "Anything yer lookin fer?"
>>56423"You you carry Wonderous items?" Tracy asks, looking around the shop
>>56425Protip, NPCs don't call them "Wondrous Items", they call them curiosities, unique wares, etc. There's no standardization, outside the rule books.
>>56423“Just curious as to what a ranger could do to earn a coin. Oh, and I don’t suppose you can buy this bow of mine? The string snapped and I can’t be bothered to fix it at the moment. Might as well buy a new one later down the road.”
>>56426"I've an interest in magical wares, particularly of the kind that that can assist with stealth. Do you happen to carry anything of the sort in this establishment?"
>>56426Whelp, Trumpaladin seems to have extracted most of what he can out of Sparintenar for the moment. But the airship is gone and his horsefu just vanished. So Trumpaladin asks the Generals to stay for a while and take in the culture of Sparintenar, and hopefully learn a thing or two about combat. He tells relevant ministers that the Generals will be there with the auxilaries to learn and to hopefully set up a football match as demonstration soon
Trumpaladin asks where the road to Silasil is, and rides on Fae on the road towards Silasil
>>56427"I've a couple bowstrings in the back, if you're looking for a replacement. As far as earning coin, you're probably better off looking in the Port to be honest. Its not that there aren't folks out here that could use help, just that they never come here to seek it, they go to the larger areas. From what I hear, there's a pretty open market for mercenaries and private military, which probably includes some jobs for a woodsy-type. I don't know, I'm just guessing to be helpful," he says, shrugging.
>>56428She looks at you with an increasingly widening stare. "No," she says at first. "Well," she says with a wider stare, and then as though she realized the cypher to an impossible riddle she says "Maybe," and her look turns to one of sublime satisfaction, as though she had just performed a great service.
>>56431Tracy raise an eyebrow
>>56430“I appreciate your help. I will keep that in mind.”
GM, I need your help. You may have overlooked my question, but what kind of money does Stix have, if any? I don’t want to look like a fool and try to buy something without the funds to pay.
>>56431I guess that means he asks about the path to one of the southern cities, and proceeds down the road hoping to go it
>>56433You're right. I noticed it, but I neglected to respond.
The thing is, since ponies are generally/largely naked, I have a hard time envisioning the sort of equipment that might go with a pony adventurer. The best I could imagine "needing" would be perhaps a belt/saddle-like harness for securing goods and such, and maybe a cloak for weather protection. Having said, rangers cover a wide scope of character types. There's the Robin Hood type, who exists on the periphery of society on one end of the spectrum, and on the other there's the wild/mountain-men who probably haven't seen another human in months, have an absurd survival skill, and just exist as a part/force of nature. That's the spectrum of ranger, shall we say, so to answer how much (if any) coin Stix has, you'll need to specify what sort of ranger he is. He naturally gravitated toward the smaller town/village in spite of the thriving port,....
Tl;dr Stix (or any character) can have whatever they want, so long as it makes sense
>>56413Ah, now I remember. It was Adam.
>>56437I mean that Trumpaladin is leaving Sparintenar and is riding towards the Sil-wall on Fae
>>56439"Oh shit," Adam says, somehow perceiving that someone mentioned his name. "This can't be good," he jokes and laughs with the guys at the table. He's at the Duck btw.
>>56436You don’t make this easy... I thought character creation was over
As the type, the wild/mountaineer would be closer, though he has worked with other ponies before in the backstory I gave. He was hired to help protect others and make sure they survive harsh conditions and environments. However, being dead and sent here, I don’t know if money from the previous life would transfer.
To sum up, he would be poor, but have some should the money carry over.
>>56438Oh, if that’s the case... I thought we may need to keep track of funds
>>56438"Commander squirrel can me get a meeting with your spymaster? Me wish to help sparta get rid of a very large problem."
>>56441I'm guessing there isn't anything to be bought at this shop for now, so I guess Tracy should go over to the Duck.
Tracy Disguises herself as a Mexican clown, because why the fuck not, and wanders off over to the Duck.
>>56446I was thinking a female clown, but sure.
>>56440Oh shit. Okay. There's lots to go off of on that. Which point of the Sil-wall?
>GM shuffles papers in front of him>>56442No, I don't. ^_~
For me, D&D (or the Nuts or w/e) is a metaphysical operation.
>>56443From your description, Stix would indeed need to keep track of funds. He doesn't strike me as the most montetarily-resourced individual
>>56444"And what makes you think Sparintenar has spies, let alone a leader of such?" Baz asks through narrowed eyes.
>>56446o_o
Cuz the mexican clown is way less conspicuous than the talking pastel hoers.
>>56448"Just a suspicion me have. You cant use magic on me to see if me telling truth if you want."
>>56448Gatesil and Greensil are the two closest, so which ever of those two is easier to get to...
Though they are both still very far away
>wishes his transportation hadn't abandoned him
>>56448Okay, enough clowning around then.. Was just saying that she was trying to look like anyone but herself.
*takes off red squeaky nose, makeup, and oversized clown shoes*
Tracy just does her best to blend in to the scene and not draw attention of anyone that might know her.
>>56450It didn't abandon him, it just ventured to Krenshall cuz reasons. Unless you mean Tracy, which ventured back to Port cuz reasons.
>>56449He cocks his head to one side. "Do I look like a spellcaster?"
>>56442>it went to krenshall unless you mean TracyYes. Either way, Trumpaladin asks about the road to Greensils or to Gatesil. What could he expect in going there?
>>56452"Look me just wish to help you, me sure you have a mage on retainer."
>>56448Ok... so if Stix need to keep track of funds, how do we determine the funds he has? I need to know if he can afford anything. I need some idea of pricing to decide if it is a good bargain, etc.
“How much for this rope good sir?”
[1d20+21 = 35]
Rolling to Move Silently, as Tracy, Disguised as a half-elf in a cloak, walks into the Rusted Duck looking for Adam.
>>56455When Trumpaladin first went intol Port Barry, he found it was full of Jews. So I said that Trumpaladin, previously a member of government law enforcement, had a special check that let him spend pretty much any amount of public treasury funds for the acquisition of weapons, so long as the people the weapons were being purchased from were Jewish. The "Greatest Ally" act. Of course it was unclear if a check of such a nature could transfer funds through dimensions, so instead it was basically a forgery attempting to write an invalid check. But then the Jews he was attempting to defraud were wise to it, and so forth. Fun times
>>56455On the meta side of things, I have endeavored to eliminate cost-resources as being a 'thing'. The characters present and previous have established an working environment that non-exceptional expenditures are and can be considered as paid for, gratis, exchanged, etc. Tl;dr, If Stix needs a bowstring, he strikes me as the sort who would have or could easily procure the barter for a bowstring.
>>56457Scamming jews. That is both the most hilarious and dangerous thing you could ever do.
>>56459It was problematic
>>56456"...Shit..! I forgot to ask what Adam looked like." Tracy say to herself, as she looks around the room
>>56458Alright, I guess I will barter for the string, even though the bow is useless now. Kek
“I think I will take that string you have in the back”
>>56462Get a leather jacket and a hat.
"YO HO HO, AND A BOTTLE OF RUM"
Mr. Snek looks about ready to strangle Torc
>>56461Ask the bartender>>56462Why is the bow useless?
>>56465Tracy walks up to the Bartender.
"I'm lookin' for a guy named Adam; heard he like to hang out around these parts. Seen 'em?"
>>56468>>56466Bretty gay :DDDD
>>56470Yeah.
He'd be better with a cowboy hat.
>>56471I approve of Lone Ranger idea
>>56467I didn't say "no bows", I said I was considering restricting them. As a ranger it makes sense to be able to use one, and why the fuck would he have one on appearing if it wasn't useful, I just leave it to the player to innovate how it works. ^_~
>>56469The bartender looks at Tracy for a moment, then bellows "ADAM!", which immediately results in a roar of laughter from one of the tables, and a medium-height, stocky fellow wanders over. "Wha'd I do now?" he says laughingly.
>>56470Is this the Odyssey? Cuz that shit is Homer.
>>56465So, unless there's any critical information any helpful spartan wouldn't neglect to tell him before he departs on his Journey, Trumpaladin starts his way on the Road to Gatesil, packing beef Jerky and some other smoked meats for Fae, tells the Generals to take care, and goes along the road to Gatesil.
It reminds him of the lyrics "when goin' the road to sweet Athy" causing him to start singing aloud. Horribly. Hopefully not annoying enough to make Fae throw him off andd maul him, but possibly.
>>56473"Hello, Adam." Tracy says, taking off of her mask
"I came over from the mill. I heard Eric disappeared recently, so I thought I'd poke around a bit."
>>56474. . . solo? (Fae, notwithstanding)
>>56475Plus I am my own Silver.
>>56473Grr... I broke the string because you made it sound like it couldn’t be used. Why would you bring up that I may not be able to use it during potential combat if I could use it?
REEEEEEE
Just get Stix the string and we can discuss these small, but important details later
>>56464>"Are we there yet?""No now stop complaining"
"99 Bottles of beer on the wall, 99 bottles of beer! Take one down, pass it around, 98 bottles beer on the wall"
Snek begins to wonder how painful falling off the airship would be.
>>56478>I am my own Silver.This is a great part about playing a pony.
>>56476"Yeah, well you won't find any sad faces in the crowd, if that's what you're hoping to see."
>>56478Because the whole point is for players to get creative by their characters.
Ask yourself this question. If I were a pony ranger (NOT the mighty morphin variety), how would I overcome the limitations of hooves in order to use a bow (or some other easily swapped-in range weapon)?
>>56477The Generals don't have horses with them and heavy horses are pretty slow. Infernius may be interested but he's busy. Tracy just fucking vanished on him (normally he'd do this with her), Torcuil took the Airship and left. Stix just vanished from Town almost as soon as he arrived. So... what are his other options? Unless the Spartans insist on an escort
>>56482I don’t want to argue with the GM over this, but I did say I was digging it in the dirt for support. However, I got an idea on how to do this effectively in the future, if I can make my way back to the tower sometime.
>>56482"Commander squirrel, you okay?you've been quiet for long time.
>>56482Does he need like a passport to go in and out of the Empire like going into Britain from the EU (or the EU from Switzerland), is there like a demilitarized zone between the Sils and the Forest, or what?
>>56484>I don’t want to argue with the GMYou are weak
>>56482"Not at all, just wondered if anyone was stabbing in my territor- i mean- disturbing peace.. hehe.."
>>56486Or maybe I am reasonable and don’t want to consume all of our time over petty squabbles. But take your pick, I’m fine with being called either
>>56483You could call her and she'd appear in minutes.
I wanna go look for the useless loser Eric though, or at least get to stab the guy who stabbed him.
>>56489Please no stab. Hanging is more appropriate. Or maybe something like Crucifixion.
I don't actually care how you kill him, just shitposting
>>56488>>56488I was making a joke over the fact that I argue over absolutely everything
>>56484What I was getting at - and I may have misrepresented this - is that while I have an issue with ponies in general using bows and such, I'm not opposed the the exceptional character who can, just so long as their story makes sense for why they would know a thing. I wouldn't allow Stix to perform a tea ceremony with any efficacy, but I can envision that he could use a bow. But, I want the player to explain it. ^_~
>>56492Oh yeah. That's a bit unkosher now because of events... I was thinking of how some Roman General crucified 5000 men of the Sparticus slave rebellion (or some servile uprising) and set them all along the road in between two cities. I thought "damn, now
that is a statement"
>>56491 ah, sorry then... and I’m sure you don’t argue over everything >>56493I see. That’s going to be a tad challenging as I’m making the character up as I go it seems.
Stix pays for the string.
>>56493"... So.. Where did you last see that guy anyway? He sounds pretty unpopular."
>>56494The Romans were pretty brutal.
>>56495No, he does; and he will.
Everyone makes their character up as they go.
>>56496"Well, I'm not one to be spreading rumors, but that there," he says pointing to a shack. " is where his old lady lives. That THERE," he says pointing to an obviously disparate building, "Is where his
new lady lives, if you catch my meaning," he says with a chuckle.
>>56493Wait a minute. Is there like a foreign minister or something?
>>56497But you have to admit lining a road with 5000 crucifixions sounds pretty awesome
>>56496Don't forget the Flowershop as well>>56495Yes I do
>>56495He'd argue about anything
>>56499>sounds awesomeUntil you realize the Roman captains force you to clean up all of those bodies once they decay beyond use for a message to enemies
>>56499No, just me
>>56499The flower girl is a separate case than Eric
Tracy's eye twitches a bit...
"..Yeah... I think I get the gist of it..." she says through gritted teeth
>>56502GOES DOWN THE ROAD TO GATESIL.
Unless the Spartan he asked for directions has any words as to why that is unwise or impossible
>>56501But that's what they have slaves for
>>56502Well sure, but it's possible that it has the same actor or actors
>>56503Kek
[1d20+21 = 36]
Rolling to gather info around the pub on where Eric was last seen.
Tracy's new goal is to make sure Eric is dead if she ever finds his sorry, cheating ass.
Tracy goes to the Flower shop, because why not.
>>56504>tfw the slaves rebel, so you crucify them, then you are stuck with all of their jobs until you get more
>>56502>>56502*gets up*
"Bye commander squirrel!"
*finishes dead soviet*
>>56498>replacing a waifu with a different waifu
>>56508That's twice as dangerous.
>continues to be ignored>>56508>two waifusWhat are you, a fucking mormon?
>>56508[polygamy intensifies]
>>56510>notice me senpaiI noticed you, but I don’t think it count
>>56512Eh, it's probally for the best, my eyelids are getting pretty heavy
>>56510Destroy something. That's a good way to get attention.
>>56513Sleep well meme magician. Until next time.
>>56514>floating on an airshipI don't like my options on "things to destroy"
>>56516Shoot some meteors at the ground and see what you can stir up.
>>56510>>56509He could have a happy marriage with several wives. Or it could go down like part 2 of the Cell Block Tango
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=B1qQCFQCneA
>>56516Sleep well, and dream of volumptuous Unicorns, who have their way with you when they've had too much to drink
>>56511Reeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee
>>56519Tracy goes to the flower shop and searches around for the tastiest-smelling flowers.
>>56518Also parts 4, 5, and 6 of the Cell Block Tango
>>56519*dabs on baz*
*leaves*