Welcome to the next RPGame thread, continuing from where the previous thread - https://mlpol.net/vx/res/4910.html - left off. The party now sits within a floating crystal (a double-terminated Chesterhedron, if anyone is bored) that was previously a pyramid buried in the ground. A wealth of resources and opportunities are now available, and many players seem to have actionable goals and aspirations with regard to. Infernius is currently in the forge, to speak with (or simply observe) Lenos doing what he does best. Tracy has gained a minimal proficiency with thrown kunai, Trump has grand aspirations to turn Port Barry into a thriving population center and focal point for a developing relig-nat-soc society centered around the most Holy and High concept of John Elway, Football, and (Elway willing) His Denver Broncos, with equal emphasis on Rockwell and his designs. Torcuil has much to ponder and develop, except he's distracted cuz THERE'S A FUKKIN' UNICORN!, and Thez is in MOST high spirits simply because not only has she re-acquired her lost record contract, but,... no that's pretty much it for her. Welcome to the Game, for those unfamiliar and/or new. I'll caution against detractors for a variety of reasons I won't elucidate, just saying it will not go how you plan. Please, ladies and gentlemen, fillies of all ages, let the games resume. Thread theme: https://href.li/?https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=n-Dh3ftkRAs
To start things off Thez appears before Tracy and asks (pointedly) "Can I have it back now? Ordinarily the party would get mass-raped when my tail is stolen, but the GM-faggot was distracted and forgot to play that part out."
>>5703 "Don't trust her. She's a total cunt." Also, wtf were the mechanics behind her being invulnerable to my attacks last time? Was it some kind of spell? I can't find anything in DnD section on unicorns or /mlp/ that fits the ticket (in /mlp/ universe, they're prone to turn into pussies when their horns are touched, like Goku's tail).
>>5710 "Scotland? As in "Earth"? I have heard of this place, but have never ventured. Several of my kind are rumored to have ventured its vast and expansive green-land. I am told it is a most wonderful place. Is that where you are from?"
"So what do you guys wanna do now? I mean we can kill stuff, or we can explore, or we can beat eachother senseless (in a very pinkie-pie sort of nonchalant tone), I'm okay with whatever!" Thez is standing on the ceiling, inverted.
>>5741 Thez really ought to take a sort of ownership of Inferius. Obviously not to the extent Tracy does with Trump, but she should be jealous given their past *cough* relationships *cough*, heart-felt exchanges at the bar and deeper feeling of connection, and also to maximize the drama
>>5750 Surprised at the 'sudden' appearance of Infernius (he was fixated). "Oh, its you. What was your name again? Furnace? Hmmm," he looks at the great-sword strapped to your back. "Oi, ya wanna hand me that?"
[6d6 = 17] >>5756 He inspects it from a few different angles, checking its straight-ness, its flexibility, and taps it a few times against the forge. "Not bad, but lemme try something." He places it in one of the larger forges and waits a moment, lighting a cigarette from some of the flames spewing outward (singeing a few hairs in the process). After a few moments of it resting in the forge, it begins to take on the characteristic reddish-glow of increased temperature. He quickly pulls it out, and belches all over it. The belch spews napalm all over the entirety of the blade, which he quickly throws back into the forge. "Almost done," he says, still behind the goggles (they're a bit big and comical for his size). He takes another drag and then pulls the sword, literally on fire and crackling, before whipping it neatly into an oil quench. While it sits in there, he casts firestorm, turning the entire forge-area into a momentary inferno.
I'm surprised, I thought that would hurt more. As the sword cools, he does a quick cantrip, and illuminated runes appear on the outside of the quench, which makes a distinct "crack" as it splits open, spilling oil out the side. He pulls the sword out, now blackened and slightly irregular and hands it to you. It is warm to the touch, despite having fully cooled. He gestures toward a training dummy. "Try it out," he suggests.
Alright, after the incredible haul last night, Trumpaladin has an ambitious set of plans. Overflowing with energy, Trumpaladin begins his day at 3AM, convincing Lenos to move the Pyramid to Port Barry, then securing and auditting the treasury. When that is accomplished, Trumpaladin meets with business leaders of the construction, masonry, carpentry, and other industries in Port Barry. There, he casts the spell THE ART OF THE DEAL to secure amazing contracts to begin construction on a library for magical knowledge in Port Barry, a Stadium-Cathedral for Football, and a monastery-school for Port Barry. Next, Trumpaladin uses the magic of RALLY to deliver a speech before a crowd of the citizenry of Port Barry. He tells them of the coming public works projects, of the jobs he's bringing, and of his intent to secure favorable trade deals. He inspires several to follow him. After this, he spends most of the day with a number of individuals who will compete to become managers of Trumpaladin Franchises. Accordingly, trump casts THE APPRENTICE to determine who has what it takes to be a manager for him. the winners will form the core of his new mendicant order, which will convert Port Barry to Football, train and develop a monastic order that will educate the citizens of Port Barry, train a secular clergy for the new Cathedral, and eventually convert the planet
>>5765 ROFLMAO Okay, this was going to happen even if you DIDN'T roll a crit, but since you did,.... As the sword (which is a whole and complete blade wreathed in flames) Explodes in flames that quickly consume the dummy. "Oh shit! That worked better than I expected! I didn't think the napalm would take, I was just going for fire!" The sword is embued with fire (when "Burn" is stated, and is smothered with the word "Shush") dealing an additional 1d6 damage. In addition, on a successful crit (regardless of the additional damage of the sword AND the fire) does yet an additional damage of 1d10, exploding and dousing the victim in napalm, which its self is a lingering fire. NOW is when Trump enters and begins his plan, which since it involves conquest and all that, Lenos is actually cool with.
Meanwhile, as the building moves away from its original position and drifts toward Port Barry, a lone figure can be seen near the treeline, looking up at the departing building, with a small device in his hand.
Alright. As the building drifts toward Port Barry, several of the rampart ballistae fire ineffectively at the building (they're not geared toward elevated targets). As it begins to hover overhead, many of the citizens and guards gather at various points along the wall and in the plaza, both in fear and awe. They never expected nor anticipated a floating crystal, and yet dude,... there's a floating crystal. As Trump begins to steel himself for the grand oration he is to deliver, Vandereim whispers to him "Oi lad, hold me aloft, and jump down to 'em. That'll rustle their jimmies!"
>>5778 Lenos takes advantage and uses the tower to blast the song over some sort of PA system. Trump, leaping magnificently (his armor, his gleaming sword, his complete abandon) descends to the ground at a safe speed, to deliver his rousing speech to the people of Port Barry who, having NEVER seen ANYTHING like this are entirely transfixed.
>There, he casts the spell THE ART OF THE DEAL to secure amazing contracts to begin construction on a library for magical knowledge in Port Barry, a Stadium-Cathedral for Football, and a monastery-school for Port Barry. Next, Trumpaladin uses the magic of RALLY to deliver a speech before a crowd of the citizenry of Port Barry. He tells them of the coming public works projects, of the jobs he's bringing, and of his intent to secure favorable trade deals. He inspires several to follow him. After this, he spends most of the day with a number of individuals who will compete to become managers of Trumpaladin Franchises. Accordingly, trump casts THE APPRENTICE to determine who has what it takes to be a manager for him. the winners will form the core of his new mendicant order, which will convert Port Barry to Football, train and develop a monastic order that will educate the citizens of Port Barry, train a secular clergy for the new Cathedral, and eventually convert the planet. The people of Port Barry join in a tumultuous cheer. There's easily 500+ present in the plaza, with many more in the surroundings. >>5782 Of course he does, Thez is a performer and can do those things. I'm not even bothering to roll, cuz his 'hand' is stacked.
>>5785 Of course you're in the scene! You were the first to land, and in spite of the pain (oh she's had WAY worse), they know you're part of the same group/team. In fact, seeing you fall from such a height and shrug it off only increased the group's image and yours personally.
>>5786 >unrelented cheers and many hats fly into the air. This truly is not what they expected when they woke up in the morning, let alone when the crystal started hovering overhead. They thought it was doom, and instead here is the promise of prosperity and emergence. The town is quite wholly (perhaps with a few exceptions cuz there's always contrarians) in favor of this magnificent golden-haired man with his gleaming armor and sword, who was party to the elimination of the rats which already improved their situation, now promising increasingly better circumstances and prosperity. What's NOT to love?
>>5805 Yay! Torcuil is back! >>5804 You know, even before this display the city is willing to cater to the party,.... >>5803 "Do they look like readers? Just give it to them before they start to second-guess."
"You know what, there's an easy way to settle this. Under the common law rules of property, ownership in a feral animal vests in he who first captures it - the rule of capture. That'd be Tracy. I don't believe she's been formally transferred to Tourcil, so Tracy still owns her."
"Tracy, can I have the Unicorn?" >>5835 *Orange-haired God
Right. So. The party is all assembled, and the city-folk are in a jubilant frenzy, taking up both books and audio-books (not sure how that works, but I'll just leave it, kind of like hammers in MLP) and volunteering/offering themselves to participate in Trump's grand design. The whole city is in celebration. And that's when HE shows up.
>>5836 >You know what, there's an easy way to settle this. Under the common law rules of property, ownership in a feral animal vests in he who first captures it - the rule of capture. That'd be Tracy. I don't believe she's been formally transferred to Tourcil, so Tracy still owns her." >Feral Pretty sure talking horses don't count as feral
REEEEEEEEEEEE THIS SITUATION SHOULDN'T BE HAPPENING!!! A UNICORN'S NATURAL TELEPORTING ABILITIES SHOULD'VE ONLY BEEN ABLE TO TRANSPORT HER TO THE EDGE OF THE FOREST!!!! REEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!
George continues, "And what have we here! A paladin am I right? I do sooooo love the taste of Paladin, with a healthy crowd of innocents to boot!" He continues. Thez looks at Trump (and whoever is near, its kinda inspecific at the moment, but non consequentially): "This is BAD," she's serious.
[1d20 = 20] Sigh. He swats you aside effortlessly. "Cute, is this your milk-cow Trumpaladin? I am Soros, master of the Abyss, lord of the damned and king of all that is unholy!" "HORSESHIT! You have no legitimate claim to the throne!" Thez yells from the crowd. "A familiar voice? Most curious! Step forward!" He reaches his hand out and clenches his fist. Thez grounds herself and observably resists his actions.
>>5863 "Are you now, little pony. You know, we have plenty of places in the Abyss for the likes of you. Wait, you smell of blood. Why would a pony smell of blood I wonder? No matter," he turns again to Trump. "Is this then your congregation?" he gestures above the crowd.
[1d20 = 14] >>5882 Noted >>5881 Not THAT one,.... >>5874 Did you just try and disintigrate him? >>5885 "Ahahahahah! Most interesting, most INTERESTING! A bull who knows the word of chaos! There is more here than meets the eye! I'm going to take my time with this! Starting with-" and he's cut off.
[6d12 = 23] From the heavens (remember that time she fell from the sky and punctured the giant's brain? That's a particular technique of hers) Thez lands a two-footed falling stomp technique that knocks George solidly to the ground, she falling near to him, the both a small distance from Trump, Tracy, Torcuil, the crowd, and (in a slightly different direction) Infernius."
>>5892 Not sure of what to do, Trumpaladin hands Tourcil his sword back, and grasps Vanderiem as if he were a baseball bat, and looks at the now-grounded George as if he were a guy who hadn't paid back his mafia-loan
Thez and George both climb to their feet. "And now it all makes sense. I didn't think the likes of these could speak Blasphemy such as can be seen in your wake. It was YOU wasn't it?" "GTFO! You have NO business here, NO contracts!" Thez screams. "I need no contract, because you have something that is MINE!" "What I have is RIGHTFULLY mine, at least until succession has been decided," Thez retorts. "Ahhh! But the Rockefeller is DEAD. NONE exist who can oppose me, and I'm taking back what is rightfully MINE!"
>>5902 He's still up Infernius goes skittering to the side, not particularly damaged, just propelled. "Hmmm. There is fight in these. But how fares these towns-people?" "Oh fuck," Thez says, looking at all the onlookers.
>>5909 To his incredible surprise, George Soros experiences pain. I mean, when Thez hit him it kinda hurt, I mean it DID do damage, but this HURTS. "THE WRATH OF HEAVEN DO FALL UPON YE YA SHRIVELLED DEMON-TURD"
[1d20 = 2] >>5914 The soccer ball bounces off his head, disrupting his hair and visibly agitating him. He throws Infernius to the side. "Such IMPUDENCE! Know ye not who you behold? Then BEHOLD AND TREMBLE!" He says, growiing in size, distorting in appearance, until he is about 40' tall, entirely demonic in appearance, and radiating evil, malice, corruption, and despair. He lets out an incredible bestial/demonic ROOOOAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRR
[9d20 = 85] "Since you lot seem so resistent to submit, I'll simply destroy this lovely city!" He screams. "Get fucked you glorified raisin!" Thez says, teleporting in and launching a full-round attack-flurry.
[45d8 = 207] >>5924 THAT one lands. >>5925 >alter self >other person Please revise your request In the shoulder by the way. >>5926 A few of the soldiers get your meaning and begin rushing to battle stations. They've never had to point the ballistae INWARD, but its worth a shot,.... >>5929 Whoa now, Torcuil made an error in judgement. I'll wait a moment to determine what happens next so it can be revised. Meanwhile, Thez is still going apeshit at him.
>>5946 With the righteous might of Football, the combined will and hopes of Port Barry, his own resolve, and a ridiculous bastard (sword) designed SPECIFICALLY for this type of scenario, Trump cuts George's arm off at the shoulder (including part of his pectoral area).
[1d20 = 12] >>5950 WAY more greviously wounded than he EVER expected, George does not even have the vitality to speak Blasphemy. He immediately teleports away to a distance of 300' above ground. He also reverts to man-form.
For a moment, silence descends upon Port Barry. The city-folk, unaccustomed to such,... excitement, are initially fearful to emerge from their homes. Thez, limping a bit over to Trump, whispers "This is your chance."
>>5965 The city folk begin to slowly emerge, fearful that something else will come raining down on their heads. "I think they need a little more than that," Thez whispers (you can cinematic if if you like). >>5966 Its a dry-cleaning stub. What do you expect to find?
>>5974 Slowly, beginning from the walls and towers, increasing amongst the citizenry, until the entire town is swept up in its wake, begins a chant of "Trump, Trump, Trump, Trump, TRUMP, TRUMP, TRUMP, TRUMP, TRUMP, TRUMP, TRUMP,..." and so it crescendos into a wave of celebration and revelry easily topping the previous rally's. You did not plan this, but it could not have worked more in your favor. Port Barry is now devoted to Trump, to Elway, to Rockwell, and whomever the shiny and awesome ones (not Thez, "HEY!" shush) should indicate.
>>5977 Also, you die from jewness. I'm kidding, he didn't attempt to poison you, he didn't consider you a threat. If he did, he'd have slashed you with claws. That was one of those 'bitch plz' moves, where he stops you with a finger.
Also, you all gained a level on that one. I don't even have to look at the numbers to know that. The benefit of being underestimated is being underestimated. Still, you won (and more soundly than I thought possible)
>>5993 Good question. Trump stops being super-giant (its a duration spell) and rejoins the crowd (I didn't realize that a giant-Trump would help rally the people, cuz I'm an idiot). The city is won (hearts and minds, they feel that these peeps will protect, serve, and enable them to make themselves great, which will make their city great, which will make the world great (they don't k now 'again' cuz that was generations ago).
>>6002 Where did you last see her? >>6004 Yeah, Thez is with this. "We should be glad to have survived. If he had said Starl--- I won't say it, but if he had said it, even I might have died. Its a blessing he underestimated us."
>>5978 Trumpaladin holds out his arms. He is not yet done
"Great citizens of the great city of Port Barry, you have seen so far two of our efforts to Make Port Barry Safe Again from threats domestic and foreign. We have killed the rats who sought to control your city. We have cleaved the arm and sent fleeing a man who an hour before thought himself an invincible emperor over half the planet. But just as your needs do not end at freedom from fear, our plans do not end at freeing you from tyranny. For far too long this city - once a center of commerce and commercial activity - has decayed and languished under reduced economic activity. Commerce and industry have waned. But we hear your call and we understand your needs. No longer shall this city decay and its ports remain empty. No. We shall make Port Barry Work again! I have met with leaders of business and the forge, and will begin contracts for new weapons productions at the forge. This will put many citizens back to work, and increase trade at the harbor. And many have in this time pointed to the sad state of Port Barry's education system. To this end, I have contracted the construction of a new library, which will be filled with the accumulated magical knowledge of centuries. Nor will I end there. I have commissioned the beginning of the Mile High Monastic Order, which will offer a free education to every citizen, from plow usage to long bow practice to metalurgy.
But all of this is but a subset of a larger issue I am here to talk to you about tonight. You see, we are not but individuals seeking our own interests, but agents of a higher power, and it is that higher power who guides us all, and who helped me defeat the foriegn pretender tonight. That higher power is Football. It is He we serve, and He who helps us. To this end, I have commissioned the construction of a Stadium - to be constructed by Port Barry Labor - to the worship of Football. Football shall bring meaning to your lives, as it has to mine. And finally, I have commissioned a mendicant order to teach you all of Football, and to teach the whole world of Football. Port Barry shall be the instrument to teach the world of its power, and Port Barry ships shall sail to every continent to spread its word.
You see, there is something bigger going on here, bigger than me, bigger than you, bigger than perhaps all of us. An evil entity known as the Terrasque keeps us all in its thralls, and prevents us all from joining the shining Valhalla of Sports Authority Field. We are set on slaying the beast, and freeing us all, and freeing you all. We need your help, and that is why we need your faith in football, your labor in the forges, and perhaps your arms in the field of battle. But in this fight - should you take it on as you own as I have - you will find not only the freedom to live on your own, to make full use of your talents, and to enjoy the fruits of your labor - but you will find all of the glory of freeing the planet, of being a free people." \r
Trump briefly stops what he's doing to turn to the fight. "You might want this," Trumpaladin says to Tracy, giving her his leather vest to use as lightweight armor (it's too big but it will cover pretty much her whole body)
>>6052 Are we really going to just attack eachother? GM said nothing life threatening. *dodges with lv 14 rogue evasion* "BULLS AREN'T FIT FOR RIDING!!" *cannon-like rear kick* >>6055 >too big for a full-grown hoers "Wh-why thank you, Flashy!" *blushes*
>>6062 >already has developed evasion and uncanny dodge, with a base speed of 50 ft *teleports behind you* "Buffin perso- aww who am I shitting!" *kicks you in both the asscheeks, leaving permanent tissue scarring (under the fur)*
>>6043 A crowd of people surround Trumpaladin trying to reach him. A fight or something breaks out in the bar, which distracts some people, but not all. Trumpaladin sees a blonde haired man trying to reach him, though too far away. He recognizes the man, as being one of the citizens who surrounded him when the rats were killed, and as being a leader of the Ballista teams, trying the hardest to reposition and aim the devices. From all his years of experience, Trump can tell just by looking at this man he has motive and skill. He signals to the men around him to let the man come closer "Nice to meet you trump, really impressive what you did back there" he says "what's your name kiddo," Trump asks "Terry," he answers "Nice to meet you Terry," "I've been thinking about what you said. I don't want to be slave to any false king, or any cabal. But those who gave you the power" "aye. Football" Terry is a bit stunned at the name Trump says "you saw the video didn't you?" "what?" "The Video of Super Bowl XXXII" "Yes. Yes I did... that tackle" "The Helicopter takle?" "Yes" "Left me in awe first time I saw it too." "Is there... More?" "There's so much more." Trumpaladin produces a copy of Superbowl XXXIII, made on VHS home recording that day back in '97. "Take this" he says. "and show it to all you know." "You'd give this to me." Trump asks a question already sort of knowing the answer "What do you do?" "Well I used to be a team leader loading and unloading ships on the Dock. When the Economy crashed I helped my family on the farm, directing oxen teams. I've recently become involved in the militia. I'm Sargent of a siege team." "I see you have quite the talent for leadership." Trump pauses "Listen. I can't do this alone. This is a very big project, and I need help. Tell you what. I'm starting a new mendicant order. An organization dedicated to spreading the word of Football. I want you to be a leader of it" "But I scarcely know Football myself!" "You recognize the power and the glory. That is what it takes. Faith. It's a learning experience for us all. you shall learn more when you see Superbowl XXXIII and when we organize our first game. And you shall learn more about leadership as we go along. But I can see you have the talent. You have the faith. You've got what it takes"
>>6107 >hate Oh you, you don't really mean that,.... Xp >>6109 Thez likes this idea. Dog-eared for future. >>6108 "Hey, you busy?" The scotsman was fun, but Thez likes to end up raw. And with THAT (deliberately avoiding the aftermath) I'm out for the night.
>>6118 "Listen here blue one, whatever your name is. There's a graph of craziness to hotness. You're only about a six on the hotness scale, but you're a ten on the crazy scale. Well, maybe a nine. You'd be date-able if you were only a 5 on the crazy scale, but as you are you'd need to be a perfect 10. And you're not there"
[1d20 = 11] >>6162 >>6163 >checks manual >they're resistant, not immune >>6163 "You fucking bastard bastard!" *roll to angrily throw keen edged knife in his general direction* >>6168 [nursing hoers noises] *loads paralyzed Flashy onto back* "It's okay, Sweetheart. Let's get you home." *trots off with him back toward Crystal*
Trumpaladin attends another meeting to meet with possible recruits that night, holding a mare in his arms. He later goes home with the mare. Assuming of course, she stops trying to stab and goes with him to a different restaurant. Otherwise she stays there
Tourcil tries to go home with the unicorn, but receives a troll face
Sorry, I couldn't help myself. Let this be a lesson to players about putting things to a dice roll. To illustrate this point (and because its been talked about at length) when I finally get around to Thez confronting Lenos about the bet, they're going to get into a fight that will be entirely determined by the dice. I honestly don't know how the fight is going to go, even though (knowing both character's stats and abilities) I know what SHOULD happen.
>>6194 There's so much to comment on, but I'll start with the Tazing. Rolling a 20 was magnificent, and indicates that you would probably do max effectiveness, if not doubled (I'm not looking at Taze at the moment, whether its duration or damage, or whatever). However. Trump IS entitled to a saving throw, which he very clearly ALSO landed with flying colors. Hence, I would assume that either A. he magnificently avoided the Taze OR he grabbed YOU while you were doing it, subjecting BOTH of you to the effects. I'm not changing what went down, but in future that is the 2 choices I would then roll to determine.
>>6113 Thez would not have said this if what Infernius' later dice roll indicated was true. See what you've done, you've created a paradox Infernius! >>6124 If any of you actually expects to get anywhere with her, you're seriously being trolled. >>6129 Again, that die roll. >>6131 That's kind of what I'm thinking (the disguise). I won't comment on the hierarchy. >>6133 ... and again >>6134 ... and again >>6137 lol, how prophetic >>6140 Okay, this is the point that the paradox ends. Technically, everything before this moment is now minimally (pun intended) invalid.
>>6142 Not to beat a dead hoers, but no. You would have gotten a racial bonus, but you neglected to declare it. This is ALSO one of the risks of putting things to a die roll, is not applying the correct/any modifiers. Since none of you have bothered to ask what your character's attributes even ARE, I can't emphasize how ill advised a move this was. >>6161 kek >>6174 wut >>6178 Perfect. Also yes. >>6184 You don't have to type out spoiler you can just use s and /s (or ctrl+s and type it in)
Well, it wasn't the worst possible scenario to play out.
The common metric for such rolls is 1d6+3, with modifiers for racial size. I would've given Infernius an additional +1, being a minotaur. However,... I wasn't here. So between the tazing, the dice, and the temporary amnesia, everything else checks.
>>6213 Appearance change, got it. There's another thing about Paladins which you should and your character would know. The special mount. >The paladin’s mount is superior to a normal mount of its kind and has special powers, as described below. The standard mount for a Medium paladin is a heavy warhorse, and the standard mount for a Small paladin is a warpony. Another kind of mount, such as a riding dog (for a halfling paladin) or a Large shark (for a paladin in an aquatic campaign) may be allowed as well. A paladin’s mount is treated as a magical beast, not an animal, for the purpose of all effects that depend on its type (though it retains an animal’s HD, base attack bonus, saves, skill points, and feats). https://dnd-wiki.org/wiki/SRD:Paladin#The_Paladin.27s_Mount I had one in mind that I was going to introduce, but I'm really not sure where this is going atm.
>>6208 GM, you said at the beginning of the game in >>1171 → that you'd be giving Tracy barbarian attribute. Could I, if possible invoke a mindfuck and trade just a bit of my rogue nature for emphasis on barbarian quirks or, preferably, similarity to a psionic Wilder? I didn't know anything about classes when I started, so I chose rogue because of Tracy's expert proficiency with knives and 'slippery mind', but I've actually been RPing as something closer to a wilder, hoping to covert Tracy's madness into power. I'd be willing to take the full extent of any drawbacks, like Wilder's 'volatile mind'; I've actually already been doing that up to this point: I've already been trying to keep up the character and make irrationally violent decisions, and it'd be nice to have an attack boost when giving into rage. I'm a rogue now, but I don't think Tracy would have that much ability in handcrafts (mudpone) outside the realm of knives. I'd even take the barbarian's 'illiteracy' quirk, (since Earth ponies aren't exactly comfortable turning pages). Overall, I'd really prefer to trade the handcrafts for auto-psionics/rage, since Tracy really came into the game already mindfucked. I don't want any extra shield/weapon/armor proficiency; I just like to to incorporate the rage/insanity from either the barbarian/wilder classes, sort of like when I used /HATRED/ on those zombies, in the first thread here >>1196 → and >>1200 →
>>6217 Minimally, that's fine with me. Lemme know where you wanna be at. I think you guys are at 13th level, I'll have to check in a bit. BTW, since the party didn't actually kill George, so the only experience gained was circustantial. Anyway, let me know.
>>6223 So like, ENTIRELY Wilder/Barbarian?more paradox, this is gonna take me all week to wrap my head around ~_~ Okay, but not much into Wilder to start with? Anyone else wanna do some tweaks, since I've got time to do the reading?
>>6227 Mage=Wizard, but you've honestly been playing more like a hybrid. You haven't done much of anything (IF anything) wrt spellbooks/memorization(sorc), but you're playing (int and theme) like a wiz. Soooo,... what's in a name? Sorcerers learn far fewer spells, but can cast them more times per day (not that you've come near casting all spells/day for either category.
>>6231 uhhhhhgggggggg >>6229 >not realizing i can change the biology But would it work on troll pone? >>6230 Mage= Learned power in magic Wizard= Born with powers, but required study to refine them Sorc= Born with natural talent, and doesn't need to study much
>>6233 Ah you think the memes are your ally? You merely adopted the memes. I was born in it, molded by it. I didn't see the normies until I was already a man, by then they where nothing to me but cringy! >>6234 Wait, really?
>>6235 Trump was busy campaigning, and I thought you were with him. Given the group was involved in the fight, I'm putting everyone still in Port Barry. Specifics can easily be remedied by stating where characters are going/deciding to do. Oh yeah, you DO need to figure out how non-flying characters are gonna get back into the building BTW.
>>6236 The spell is intended for a non-sentient mount, but I see no reason it wouldn't work for a sentient one. Don't expect text-book service, and we're talking more like a 4th level spell in this case (since it would be a direct summons and not a temporary one,... I'm assuming that's what you're aiming at).
>>6236 It's funny, because the earliest depictions of Merlin describe him as a Wildman who lived in a cave in the woods isolated from society with only animals for companionship. He was born with the power to receive strange messages from the beyond in the form of visions into the future, which he recorded by writing down magical symbols, which he left to townsfolk in exchange for books and quills. He was basically a medieval +30 year old, antisocial, NEET wizard, with an uncanny power to tell the future using memes.
>>6246 No, that's just the engine I'm basing everything off of. I'll throw in whatever you guys want (there's space, for example, which hasn't been explored yet). >>6245 There's not really an existing spell like that but it most closely resembles a 5th level summon, waiving the spell duration (since summons are technically extra-planar).
>>6264 Trump is there I think, Thez is hidden, and maybe Infernius. There's lots of civilians, as I'm pretty much starting up from the end of Trump's second(?) rally (after George). That was so epic, cutting his damn arm off
>>6272 Trump would be mingling with the crowd and promoting his plans for Port Barry, Thez is literally on the ceiling, learning more about his plan (its new to her as much as anyone, and it is interesting). Infernius would be nom'ing a blue cheese chicken sammich. The people are either eating and/or fixated on Trump. >>6273 Temporarily, yes.
>>6288 Sure. I forget what time it is in game, so I'm going with early afternoon. The plaza is also bustling, again the habbening. As you leave the Rusty Duck, people recognize you as part of the party and pat you on the shoulders, neck and snout appreciatively. (they were doing that before, I just didn't think to mention it; one of the downsides to summarizing what I imagine occurring)
>>6289 >As you leave the Rusty Duck, people recognize you as part of the party and pat you on the shoulders, neck and snout appreciatively. And to think I was going to unironically burn down this town two plays ago... *Is a bit irritated by the extra attention*
>>6308 What, you want to drink it now? That will influence the outcome actually. The results would be put to a die-roll mind you, but not being in a stressed situation is a significant factor in the results. Also, whether she realizes that drinking uber-demon blood might have side effects and whether she has steeled herself to it.
>>6309 Nah, I'll wait until I actually know wtf I'm doing. There's no reason as for why she'd just drink it immediately.. Unless, of course, you recommend otherwise. I desire supernatural buffs that can increase my rage boosts and get me closer to 'ghost rider'. >>6311 What would explain?
>>6312 I'll wait until you make the decision to even consider the possible ramifications, though 'asking around first' is most advisable. As far as discontinuity, it would explain why a barbarian/wilder would not have known of any supernatural ability until recently. A wilder can be assumed to have had an existing ability previously (even if latent) while 'drinking weird blood' would explain why such abilities would be new and exciting.
>>6315 Lots. The population of Port Barry is in excess of 1000, so between the city and the surrounding farmland (there is) we're talking adequate housing for all (mostly rural but some posh). Additionally there's the government buildings, and the commercial stores (you only got the rundown from the jew so there's more than he told you). I'm not set on pic related, but along these lines.
>>6318 Oh (don't) fuck off. Though you'll NEVER live it down, desu the roll is invalid. Let that be a lesson though. >>6317 Depends on what you mean by 'interesting'. There's item shops, there's potion shops (not uber), there's tack/mount shops, there's kooky mage shops, there's tailor shops, there's transport (waterway) shops, (not exhaustive).
>>6349 "Well, chain gives an overall higher armor rating, but leather allows for a higher dexterity bonus (due to weight and 'hang'). Also, chain hinders sneaking, reduces movement speed, and is remarkably less effective against piercing weapons (the rings kinda guide the point into,... you)."
>>6355 >takes parka "Hmmm. I can have this finished by the morning. So are you guys really gonna do all this for Port Barry? I mean, its all so exciting! A little scary, that crazy demon and all, but I for one love the ideas that Trump fella keeps goin' on about!"
>>6359 He's talking about the Making PB Great Again theme Trump is running with. "Good to hear. Some of the townspeople are a little nervous, since you're newcomers and all, but seeing how you all fearlessly took on that monster, that's some next-level stuff. I'm proud to have you!"
>>6360 >somewhat flattered, although more about her knife-handling then any sort of act of heroism ".. Oh, well, I'm just doing what I do best, I guess.. Do you sell luxury saddles? Some easy-access bags would be nice too."
>>6362 "Well, I'm gonna be honest with you. Your best bet would be a potion of levitation from the potion shop. I mean I can provide a grappling hook like you describe, but that seems a rather pedestrian method if you don't mind me saying. Either would work, but these (he says holding up a grappeling hook) are more for rigging and/or climbing, where you seem to be looking to get from point A to point B amirite?"
>>6363 "Depends, this town mostly caters to sailors so we don't stock much in the way of fancy stuff, but we can make a saddle to order. How fancy are we talking? Silver/Gold/other accents? Gems? Gold thread? Our craftsman is quite the autist,...."
>>6364 Yea that true but me think "hey potions are for puny wizards, and then i think hey good man at wicket sells crossbow and grappling hook. Me trust your wares more than some potion. What is name my good man?"
>>6367 "The name's Terry, Terry Shaw, thanks for asking. So this crossbow, is it JUST for grappeling, or are ya gonna want to use it for shooting mofos also? We've got both, I just wanna make sure you're getting what you need."
I am going to that potion shop after I get confirmation on the saddle, fyi. From the show, it seems that Earth ponies have a natural affinity towards alchemy; not to mention that Tracy grew up around ziggers who were always cooking drugs and Voodoo potions and whatnot.
>>6369 "Good of you to ask! I don't need much really, I'm more concerned with my son Ben growing up in a stable environment where he has a bright future to look forward to. You lot keep up with what you're doing and we're square in my book. >>6370 As you will >>6371 >smacking him with a hat repeatedly CTRL+S