Thus we begin the 53rd Nuts thread. There'd be more, except I've gotten lazy and won't bake until threads are ~1500 posts now.
Its an RP thread based on core D&D rules (3.5e particularly). Anyone can shitpost, comment, or play as they prefer, though making a character does require a small bit of detail.
The party is currently almost totally divided. Not on philosophical or moral grounds, they're just not in the same place at the same time. Infernius is kidnapping Trump for some reason, who was headed to check out the Sil wall, which is a concept he's only recently heard of, but will probably like.
Tracy is headed to Cardashil to stab things and (maybe) get her previous stash of knives back from.
Stix is exploring the primeval forest, intent on finding Trollestia (?), while Torcuil and Snek - when they're not attacking one another - are taking the airship to Krenshall.
Thez hasn't been seen since learning that Kefka is still (again?) alive, which she seemed most emphatically not pleased to discover.
Its mid-week, so it won't shouldn't, but probably will get hairy until later. So then, go nuts.
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>>58128Trump returns to the hole to allow Fae (and Infernius not long after, as he can be seen approaching).
>>58131More and more as much as Tracy searches, she gets the feeling that though inside the city, she's still in a relatively "outside" area that doesn't get much (any?) traffic in spite of the deliberate paths. Every path is perfectly smooth and precisely level. Still, she is making progress toward the reverberating sounds of people(?).
>>58132That conversation was with gnomes that look just like these ones, but not these ones.
>>58133>this is your mindset >>58134Well, if the hole is big enough, he lets Fae through. Then he waves for Infernius to come, happy to see him
>>58134Tracy continues forward, contemplating robbing one of these buildings, but deciding she'd much rather retrieve her knives.
>>58114Sorry for my delay.
Stix looks around.
“Trollestia? Where did you go?”
He observers the acorn to see if she turned into it.
>>58138Not apparently, its an acorn about the size of a human fist.
>>58136kk
>>58137What does the road ahead look like?
Tracy begins running to progress faster, abandoning stealth.
>>58139Alright, he beckons Infernius to come through. Then he mounts Fae, and prances down the streets on her back at full gallop
>>58139"What is big bird,doggo?"
[1d20+16 = 20]>>58139He asks Fae to listen for the source of sound. Rolling her listen check
>>58144"There's a city through here.... something isn't quite right about it. There's robots prowling the streets. Very powerful, and no hiding from them. Follow me"
>>58142What he means is that while chasing the fly very noisily, he stumbled across a trio of Owl-Bears that sought to eat him, so he teleported. Don't ask me to iterate that in doge.
>>58143"I think we'll be able to get a better idea from the air. There doesn't seem to be anyone around," Fae replies.
>>58146Excellent Idea.
He flies on Fae to get a better vantage
>>58146Tracy continues running at full speed.
[1d20 = 2]>>58139Stix takes the acorn and give the place one final look.
“That’s strange.”
Roll to search to find out what she ran from.
I forgot because she never tried since then. Can Tracy still fly on her own? I just want to know that before I try it in an important moment.
Nevertheless, Tracy continues con the ground searching for any clue that could lead her to her treasures, well in her element in the urban landscape.
>>58134Oh, I thought you said it was the same gnomes
"Actually,youmayhavethedetailsalready,theshipusedtobecalledTheStrayCat."
>>58152They
look identical yes, but that's because I like the theme of having 4 shitposting gnomes on hand for dialogue
I've got 90 mins at best before I pass out. I've been dreadfully sick this past week...
Anyway, Tracy runs all the way into the city.
Does she find anything?
>>58165As Tracy plods along, attempting to get an understanding of how these streets work and how to get where she's going, very loud music starts up unmistakably from the,... we'll just call it north for the time being. There's music to the north.
[1d20+26 = 27]>>58166Spot Check from Fae towards Music
[1d20+4 = 7]>>58167Goddamn it. Spot check from Trumpaladin then
Oh shit, we're on the overboard again
>>58166Tracy impatiently speeds directly towards the music, in her warhorse form (still looking like Barney)
Also
>>58151 [1d20+16 = 23]
A fucking listen check then
>>58168>>58167>muh sidesI guess Torc explains the whole airship situation again
>>58169Y tho?
SORRY OVERBOARD >>58170No, fuck you. You can hitch a ride like all of the rest of us, and you can stop ditching us
>>58173>hitch a rideHorses don't ride things. That'd be gay.
>>58174I do wanna summon my FS soon though..
>>58178Could you answer that though? Because I've yet to fully comprehend the consequences of that bizarre """baptism""".
*runs towards sound at 500 ft/round*
>>58182She should have Feet of foot by now. I had her start training quite a while ago.