Get it?
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.
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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)
>>6058
>the dumb bull's slashes just miss Tracy
>KAPOW
*another rear-kick* right to the chest
*neighs angrily*
>the dumb bull's slashes just miss Tracy
>KAPOW
*another rear-kick* right to the chest
*neighs angrily*
>>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)*
>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)*
why you so crazy hoers? what happend that make you snap? maybe infernuis can help you.
>>6067
You DID? Splendid!
You start to feel woozy, unable to maintain your balance and coordination.
"Oh dear, you don't look so good. Here, let me help you to someplace quiet."
>whoof
>rape
You DID? Splendid!
You start to feel woozy, unable to maintain your balance and coordination.
"Oh dear, you don't look so good. Here, let me help you to someplace quiet."
>whoof
>rape
GM is ROFLMAO
>>6068
"Learn some boundaries, you stupid bovine! Some things are meant to be left between married couples!"
"Learn some boundaries, you stupid bovine! Some things are meant to be left between married couples!"
>>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"
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"
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>>6074
Thez and Torcuil whooof back, the latter appearing disheveled.
"Do we have a winner yet?" she says, slurring a bit.
Thez and Torcuil whooof back, the latter appearing disheveled.
"Do we have a winner yet?" she says, slurring a bit.
>>6081
It was never a contest. Nobody wants to ride a fucking bull around town for their victory lap.
It was never a contest. Nobody wants to ride a fucking bull around town for their victory lap.
>>6089
>walks away looking fpr trollestia
I said it omce and I'll say it again
Feckin' children, the both of ye
>walks away looking fpr trollestia
I said it omce and I'll say it again
Feckin' children, the both of ye
Trumpaladin leaves the bar, in search of still more young souls to recruit
>>6097
That's exactly what I'm doing
You're going to have to cast a spell to make Tracy look like pic related if you want me to leave Trollestia alone
That's exactly what I'm doing
You're going to have to cast a spell to make Tracy look like pic related if you want me to leave Trollestia alone
REEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE GM won't let me kill the fucking hoers!
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