That Bitch stares at Trump thoughtfully and appraisingly. At several moments she begins to speak, but then stops. Trump isn't sure if she's having difficulty formulating the words/response, or is unsure how to respond at all. At last, she appears to make some sort of mental connection, and her face brightens. She punches in her ID for a few moments, and turns back to Trump.
"You can have both," she says. "At first I was having trouble recalling this collection of knives, but then I remembered the meme that was shared," she says, holding up her ID to show them.
This thread continues the continuing RP thread that has been continuing - essentially every weekend (and much throughout the week) - and now continues. Playersfaggots are welcome to join, and shitposting/bantz - within reason - is open to faggots and spectators. It's D&D 3.5e+ rules (+ = whatever else we throw in), and since there's so many previous threads with far more effective OP descriptions I'll just get back to it.
Looking at the ID, Trump and Tracy can see a still image of a uniformed individual holding Tracy's Efficient Quiver, with a perplexed look on his face, facing the camera man. Pushing the screen, the image plays and displays the man slowly turning the quiver over and a broom closet full of assorted knives, daggers, kunai, and other assorted blades falls out onto the ground, along with a few pieces of ridiculously elaborate jewelry. As the last of the knives falls out on the floor in a pile about 8' around at the base and 3-1/2' tall, the uniformed man looks back at the camera and says, "What the fuck," before the video stops.
Did I mention that Trump is disguised as an Orangutan (a fashionable one named Clyde), and Tracy as a monster truck?
Meanwhile, Torcuil has been on an enjoyable impromptu date with Death, and has had a delightful time of it all. She's much less intimidating in a hoodie and sweat pants,... and without the skull-face (which is really just a mask that goes with the cloak) she's a pretty down to earth chick,... who goes around and collects the souls of the dead vocationally. They walk together through town after a lovely meal, returning to Trump Tower.
Stix and Snek are likewise returning to the Tower, having located Stix' prized dagger from the previous encounter/scrimmage with Thez.
Elsewhere, an adorable filly adds more sticks to her bundle. A statue of Alex Jones sits in the tower, looking very sad. A Yak is busy putting the Gestapo and the Generals through some martial training drills. Thez however,....
>>61616>Meanwhile, Torcuil has been on an enjoyable impromptu date with Death, and has had a delightful time of it all. She's much less intimidating in a hoodie and sweat pants,… and without the skull-face (which is really just a mask that goes with the cloak) she's a pretty down to earth chick,… who goes around and collects the souls of the dead vocationally. They walk together through town after a lovely meal, returning to Trump Tower.>tfw your RP character has a better love life than you
>>61616Checked!
>Stix and Snek are likewise returning to the Tower“Sorry nothing interesting happened over at the port, Mr. Snek. I enjoyed your company though.”
>>61616>>61616"Excellent, thank you. Now, how may we go about retrieving our well done steak of a friend?"
>>61620"The blades will be simple to acquire, we have a warehouse they are being stored at for in cases like this one, but the steak will take a bit more time, as his corpse has already made its way well through several layers of refuse processing. Why do you want the corpse again?" she says, beginning to lead them toward the gates.
>>61621"Mostly for the items he was carrying. A sword, some bracers, a special ring. They have both sentimental and utilitarian value. I would also like portions of the other four corpses, which should be right alongside the same corpse as they were picked up at the same time as him. We have a resurrection machine, and I would like to undo some of the harm the rogue caused. She may not care, but I do"
>>61622She seems impressed by this. "I had heard that you were unusually principled, I can see that this was not an exaggeration. Unfortunately those other fellows were not as flame retardant as your friend. Their corpses are not recoverable without an ashtray," she says with a callously dismissive smirk, as though they really don't matter to her anyway. "Will your friend the backflipping Monster Truck be joining us?"
>>61623Trumpaladin makes a note to himself about the total cremation of human corpses, the efficiency of it, and something about Auschwitz
"I'm sure you already know who she is. Better not to let her out of our sights.
Are you sure there's not
a little bit left?" Holding up his fingers to illustrate
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>>61624"Oh, finding little bits is not a concern, the problem is determining which bits of ash come from the four you are referring to, and which bits originate from other similarly cremated fools, er excuse me, infiltrators. Speaking of which, I can see by the fact that our robots are unconcerned by your presence that you have IDs. Since those 4 were assets of Cardashil, what are your intentions?"
>>61625"Well I'd like to resurrect some of these infiltrators as well. We have a qualm with them, same as you. As for the IDs, those were stolen by the rogue. The sole purpose of taking those was to avoid the robots."
>>61626"If you mean the thieves, they have so far evaded capture. Cardashil is
always being snuck or broken into. Everyone wants a slice of what we have, but very few have the talent to make it, surely you've seen the line outside. Those four,... wait a second," she turns and fixes Trump with a harsh stare. "Why
four IDs?"
>>61627sighs"I don't know if it's because she likes stealing things, or if she was intending to provide IDs for the other two party members present. One of whom is the burnt steak who did not receive an ID in time, and the other is now outside of Cardishore"
>>61628"Four of you then," she thinks again for a moment. "I don't suppose your associates are talented in their own right? The steak was certainly courageous, if ill advised,...."
>>61629"But of course. The rogue is as talented in disguise, hiding, and thieving as any of those elves, besides other special powers. My associate Fae had finished her third year in Seminary, and is a talented fighter in her own right. Quite fast on her feet, agile, and good looking as well. She's outside. There are more to our group, but they are no where near the city. This was just intended as a detour on a larger trip."
Meanwhile, Torcuil and Death arrive first to Trump Tower, and find Lenos and Thez in an exchange, the latter of whom is almost visibly steaming.
"... last time I let him run off without me! I can't even empathically communicate with him. The only reason I know he's in the shit is because of a
dream!" she exclaims as the two of them realize Torcuil and Death's arrival.
>>61630She smirks, "Cardashil? A detour? What a foolish notion. Still, I would be interested to learn more about what you can do. Perhaps we can work out a business arrangment of sorts," she says as they arrive at the gates.
>>61631"Well, I can't say I know much about Cardishore, to be honest. It's reputation does not much extend to Port Barry or to Sparintenar. Even the drow elf we captured only knew you had money. We only know that people go in, but never come out.
Now, tell me more about this business arrangement you have in mind?"
>>61631"Er... Sorry, are we interrupting something?"
>>61619Snek trys conveying the fact that it's okay.
>>61632"Oh, that's not accurate at all. This fair city has contracts all over the world, and for the many who are not accepted as performers, we have a variety of different opportunities for them to seek employment elsewhere. It isn't that they don't return, its that they have more to pursue than to go back to," she says confidently. "As for business, I mean
show business! I can already tell you have a flair for the dramatic, I'm sure there are a variety of highly lucrative opportunities, not least the contracts of those four, which as of now are vacant."
[1d20+27 = 35]>>61635Definitely doing a sense motive check on these two statements
>>61636SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO hiding something
>>61635Trumpaladin stops before entering the gate
"I must say that I feel like there is more you are not telling me. What is going on in Cardishore? Why was I told of a relation between Durpistan and Cardishore?"
>>61638"There's plenty I'm not telling you. What, do you expect me to detail the entire infrastructure of the city? Since you mentioned Durpistan, which I hear that some of your associates have laid waste to the place, that was reserved for the absolute dregs who have no business in civilized society. They were given homes, jobs, and a place of relative safety and security, where their incompetence would not affect the world outside it, while helping to resource essential minerals. The loss is not big, and
our demand for mining resources is very limited, but other cities and nations might not feel the same."
>>61642sighs again, more loudly"That was the doing of one member of our group in particular. It took place without my knowledge or consent, and I absolutely would not have approved of it.
Now, are you actually taking me to recover the corpse?"
>>61643"I had thought we would acquire the blades first, since that just amounts to stopping by the warehouse. I also thought we might wait for Mr. Gorplemonger, who seems to be lost in thought."
>>61633"Where did you take him!" Thez demands. "What has that damned fool gotten himself into?!"
[1d20+27 = 29]>>61644Sense motive on this statement
>>61645"Me? I...
Who are we talking about again?"
>>61646It seems legit. She looks at him curiously. "Is there something wrong?"
>>61647"THAT ..." she calms herself a bit, "buffoon of a bull," she says more levelly.
>>61648"I want to ask you again about the Emperor. How do you feel about the Court City?"
>>61648"What did Infernius get himself into this time?"
>>61650"That's what
I wanna know! You were driving when everyone left, I'm hoping you can give me an idea where he disembarked."
As she replies, Stix and Snek arrive back at the Tower, in conclusion of their venture.
>>61651"Uh, I dropped him and Trump off at a Spartan banquet before meeting with the gnomes"
>>61651“Alright, I’m back.”
Notices the intensity
“Is... everything alright?”
>>61653"Infernius did something stupid," Lenos says dryly.
>>61652"Can you take me there?"
"I'm going too. He's my apprentice, no one gets to abuse him except ME," Lenos interjects. Thez glares at him, and he makes a "psssh" sound.
>>61616>Unconsciousness intensifies
>>61643CAST ZONE OF TRUTH on the area of That Bitch
"Alright, let me ask you this more directly. What will be waiting for us on the other side of that portal?"
>>61656"Uh, yeah I could. I'll have to get everything ready though."
it is at this point I must leave for a couple hours. Feel free to take over Torc for me GMTorc turns to Death and apologizes about having to leave early.
>>61656Dawww lennos cares.
>>61658Her eyes narrow. "Mr. Trump, I'm not sure what you're on about, but I interpret this as an act of hostility. You expressed an interest in acquiring your ally's equipment, and thats what we are going to do," she says holding up her ID, showing that the location "Surplus Warehouse" has been selected but not activated. "Furthermore, you said that you wish to acquire your foolish friend, and that
also is what we are going to do. While I am willing to overlook this insult, you must appreciate that
you have no power here, and behavior of this kind will not be tolerated."
>>61660"Can I watch? I'm not allowed to participate, but it could be fun to tag along, as long as a job doesn't come up."
>>61662He looks at her, then eases up
"Alright. Sorry, I just get paranoid.
To lighten up the mood, why don't you tell me more about yourself? Not trade secrets or trade dress or anything, just those things I should know but don't"
>>61663>race mixing whore.
>>61663She raises an eyebrow. "If you wish to conduct an interview, you can contact the agency."
>>61669"What agency is that?"
>>61670"The Cardashil Administration Agency - CAA - who manages the whole of the city as well as relations with everyone from outside."
>>61672"Fascinating. I take it you're a hired performer, but not an agent or administrator?"
Meanwhile Thez, satisfied by Torcuil's information turns to Stix, "We might be in for some shit. We still haven't heard back from Trump, Tracy, or Fae either. We might be in for some shit. I'll understand if you don't wish to join us," she says, but then smiles. "I will say though, you impressed me earlier. It takes guts to assault an unknown enemy, especially one that is obviously and readily beating professional peacekeepers."
>>61674"I'm a little bit of all three. Since I make the most money for the city, I'm the de facto figurehead until someone else succeeds me."
>>61676"So does Cardishore sell like films and Broadway shows?"
\r
>>61676“Of course I want to come with you guys. I may not be the best fighter, but that isn’t going to stop me from helping out the best I know how. Besides, with you guys on the case, we have this in the bag.”
>>61677*Gets lobotomized by minotuar brothers*
*watch emotionalessly as the >rape thez*
>>61678She smiles warmly at this. "I'd hoped you might say that," she says tossing a ring to him. "I figure it should work if you put it on your tail. Otherwise, we can get you a harness or necklace or something.
>Ring of Telekinesis acquired, Stix can now use Telekinesis on command, comparable to a Unicorn, enabling full and unrestricted use of his bow.>>61677"Pardon? We do
all kinds of media and entertainment, as well as innovating new types and styles."
>>61680"Oh really? What's the latest in style?"
Trumpaladin holds up the ID, as if eagerly awaiting what she can show him
>>61681"Here's a more recent performance which has been highly acclaimed. You might like it," she replies.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Fsql523bSj4
>>61680“Huh... alright.”
Puts ring on tail
“Kind of a funny thing wear into combat, but I’ll take it.”
>>61682REEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
>>61682"Fascinating. I bet our red bull would love that. You sure he'll still be there after we go by the warehouse?"
>>61685"Unless his corpse is capable of getting up and walking away," she scoffs amusedly.
>>61683Well, most wear them on their fingers,... but in your case,....
>>61686“I like it. Now, where exactly are we headed?”
>>61686"Who reviews fresh talent? Are the Auditions made into a televised show, or are they behind closed doors?
>>61687"Sparintenar," she says grimly, drawing out her disguise mask and placing it on her head like a hat.
>>61688"Some are, others go through different channels. Its a diverse and elaborate network of application and organization. You'd know all about it if you
actually came in the front door," she says with a smirk.
>>61689"Sorry about that..."
looks away"The rogue seemed to have had a bad experience when she tried that last time.
Anyways, what awaits those who do go through?"
>>61689“Alright. I have no clue where that is, but I’m ready to head out if you are.”
>>61689Is a black couch involved?
>>61690"Depends on what they can do, how talented they are, the demand for their abilities, and a slough of other considerations. It is a lengthy process and quite tedious, but that's because at the completion of it the applicant can be set up for life to the degree of extravagance that their contracts bring in, not to mention the fame and prestige."
>>61693"Does all that happen before they are given an ID and come up to the park here?"
>>61694"Correct, and most don't come to the park. There are cases where the applicant is not talented enough and requires more training (which is provided), or they may not be suited to performing at all and instead are viable in a technical capacity. I really can't imagine this to be very interesting though," she says, showing signs of boredom.
>>61695"Well I am interested in the efficient distribution and utilization of human resources, since it is in a way my own profession. But tell me what is interesting to
you"
>>61697"I am, and little else," she says activating the gate. As the portal opens, through it Trump can see a wide and brightly lit hallway with doors periodically located along the corridor. At the end of the hallway it veers to the right which can't be seen, but not before there's a large door with the words "Confiscations". With only a moment's hesitation, she strides through the gate, waiting for Trump and Tracy on the other side.
>>61698The gate seems trustworthy enough. Step through with pony
>>61699As they step through, the gate closes behind. Looking to his ID, Trump can see that he could activate the gate if he wants per the programming of its previous owner.
In case he's paranoid and thinks he's trapped or something. That bitch leads the way down the hallway arriving at the indicated door which she opens, walks through, and then holds the door open for them to follow. Inside the room there's a window with a door next to it. This room is the same bright white of the hallway, and behind the window is a very short fellow in a midnight blue robe. "ID please, he says, not looking up from his own ID, which he is lazily watching media on.
Meanwhile back at the Tower, Torcuil leads to the airship taking position at the wheel. Thez opens her bracelet and inspects its contents, nodding with satisfaction as she does so.
>>61700Trumpaladin steps through and into the room
"Interesting"
He holds up his ID
>>61702He grabs another device and points it toward Trump, still not looking up from his ID. The device beeps and the short man drones, "Requested belongings?"
>>61701Stix gets onboard the airship
“What do you suppose the situation is over there? What are we up against?”
Lenos stops buy the bar in the tower to leave his tankard cracks his knuckles rolls hos shoulders and heads for the airship with a very irritated look o. His face
>>61704This is probably best for TF"An efficient quiver with a number of knives, both magical and non-magical in nature. They are not under my name, but under something like Tracy Cage or..." *sighing* "'Mrs. Sentry'"
>>61698Tracy uses what ever magic she doesn't actually have to reveal illusion, or whatever item she got 4 months ago that hasn't been mentioned until this moment
>"I do not trust this woman. Let me kill her flashy"
>>61707YAY!!!
Now catch up faggot! Xp
[3d20 = 22][1d20+50 = 68]>>61700Bridget pulls out the ID to the page where it would connect with the gate. She practices activating it herself, so she can have a +2 on use magic device checks later. She goes through, only on Brad's insistence.
She searches for traps in stealth, then stealthily moves silently up the hallway, searching for traps. Also roll listen checks. Add +60 modifiers to the last three dice
[1d20+26 = 38]>>61704Tracy approaches the man in a disguise and makes sure he can't see her. But he tells him her name anyways
In a very stern and irritated voice she says
"The name is 'Mrs. Sentry." I left several of my knives here a while ago. I want them back"
She eyes his device.
Is there like a pen or something that she can steal, or is that attacked to the desk in one of those small bead chains. Either way, she steals it. Rolling sleight of hand.
>>61710+60? And what item(s) now? I don't recall her having magical detection spells or equipment
>>61712It's me being bored
>>61713I feel like such a noob. Still, that'll work.
>>61711Nothing to steal, but as Tracy says the name the man seems confused and actually looks up. As he does so, his face flashes for a moment with alarm, while That Bitch is impatiently looking at her own ID.
"Uhm, yes of course. I will need the proper ID then," he says, appearing obviously nervous to Trump.
[1d20+13 = 20]>>61714Rolling to intimidate. Use the Cloak of Initimadation to increase points.
"Give. Me. My. Knives. Their names are 'Dark' and 'Edgy'. "
>>61716"Of course, but I'll need the ID they're associated with, this Mrs. Sentry," he's a little panicked now.
>>61715Trumpaladin explains to the man:
"I don't believe she acquired an ID at the time she went through. But
this lady right here,
she has an ID"
Trumpaladin points to the Bitch, who I'm sure is scary enough to make him shit himself
"Please don't keep her waiting. I am sure she is very busy"
>>61718"Y, yes. RIght away. Without an ID, that would mean they would be," he gulps audibly, "in miscellaneous."
He looks down at his ID, and keys at it for a moment, peeking at Trump and Tracy nervously as he does so.
>>61719What kind of objects is he wearing? Does he have any items in his shirt pocket, for instance? Is he in arm's reach?
>>61720No, he's separated by a window. He's wearing the cloak I mentioned, with his hood down exposing his face. After inputting into his device he just sort of sits there, now visibly sweating, and looking around nervously.
I suppose I should describe him. He bears a resemblance to Bilbo in the Hobbit, but doesn't appear to be a hobbit, he's just short. That bitch however, does look like a hobbit.
>>61721"Damn halfings" Tracy mutters to herself
"Could you hurry it up? I haven't got all day"
Tracy decides to take a page from That Bitch and Bilbo, and looks at her device. She looks at where they are on the map. There's a geolocater, right?
>>61719"This fine lady told me they were famous enough to become a meme. Surely you know where they are"
>>61662Torc seems slightly surprised by Death's response
"Yeah, you can come. I wouldn't mind the company."
>>61701>"I fucking swear if you start singing again.""Let me guess, you dangle me over the side again?"
>>61724Stix snickers at Torc’s remark, especially at the fact it happened before. He starts picturing how it would play out.
>>61725>"I'm taking his side on this one, it was funny""Fuck you"
>"The feeling is mutual"
>>61726“Do you know what kind of trouble awaits us at this city?”
>>61727My guess would be the fun type
*malicious chuckle*
>>61727"Trouble? My best guess is McRib, Stabby, and M'liege pissed off the locals."
>>61729“And should the locals fight us, what would we be up against?”
Someone abused my pet/apprentice there will be blood or ash
*rubs hands maliciously*
>>61730"Er, a very well... trained... military...
Wanna help me inspect the cannons? I have a feeling we could need them."
>>61731You don't have a pet!
>>61731D'awww thanks lenos
>>61733Glares molevolently
>>61731Stix takes a step away from lenos.
>>61732“Good idea. I haven’t operated one before. If you can show me the ropes I’m sure I can get the hang of it.”
>>61736"Oh operating them is the easiest part. Hell, even Mr. Snek can do it."
>"Is that an insult?""Anyway. I wanna inspect them, because one just recently exploded in the middle of a battle."
>>61737“That ought to ruin your day. Let’s make sure that doesn’t happen again.”
Follows Torc
>>61738Torc heads over too the first cannon
"So, what do you think of our strange group so far?"
>>61739“You are all insane, but I guess I fit in well. What a welcome though... a ninja bombs me, you fall in from the roof, and things have been mayhem from there. But I like it so far. What are your thoughts on it?”
>>61740"Eh, I've only been killed once by them so I guess I can't complain. But they're nice, and definitely insane."
As everyone gets bored of waiting, and as the short fellow behind the counter gets increasingly anxious, his ID suddenly makes a "Ding". Upon hearing this, the fellow gets observably relieved. He looks up at Tracy and Trump and smiles with a hint of malice.
>cast Teleport Greater
"So long fuckers!" and disappears with a bang.
This was most unexpected, particularly for That Bitch, who had likewise gotten tired of waiting on what should have been a relatively simple process. The attendant is now absent, and Tracy, Trump, and That Bitch, are standing in this waiting-room wondering what just happened.
>>61742"It's a fucking Transgender Elf, isn't it?"
At the same time the airship, which has been making expedient progress toward Sparintenar, arrives. I could force those in attendance to struggle through the requisite dialogues to determine where their actual destination is, but that strikes me as cumbersome especially since I overloaded myself with multitasking. Tl;dr, the airship team determines - not before Thez assumed Infernius' appearance by way of her disguise mask - that they went to Cardashil.
>>61746Trumpaladin says to That Bitch
"Well shit. The gender benders struck here too. Well can we check and see if the knives are still there?"
Lenos starts pacing the deck impatiently grumbling to himself about his pet i mean apprentice
>>61746Now how in the hell could they possibly determine that?
>>61749Forcefiully. Thez is of the mind to assert/demand "Where did I go", since she's currently displaying Infernius' appearance. This would have startled and confused the Spartans present, but it would been a matter of minutes not hours to determine 'which fucking wy'.
[1d20+23 = 28]
"Yo yo ho and a bottle of ruuuuum"
>"Here we go again"
Snek hangs Torc over the edge of the ship
>>61752"You think this can stop me?
Fifteen men on the whole ships list..."
>>61752Holds back some laughter
“Hey now Mr Snek... that’s not how you handle this. We have a brig right?”
Can’t hold back laughing anymore
Continues grumbling to self getting more and more agitated and starts to smoke with the heat of his building anger "WHATS TAKING SO LONG TORC I NEED TO KILL SOMETHING"
>>61755"We'll be there soon enough." Torc says from his upisde position off the ship
>>61755Glares at everyone on the airship
>>61755“Umm... are you supposed to be giving off smoke like that?” he says with noticeable concern
>>61757Backs away slowly
>>61755>>61758Shrugs shoulders and looks for something alcoholic to drink
I'm sorry for being such a gay lil' fuck today.. a bunch of shit came up...
Could I get a quick rundown?
>>61760The Lady was being kind and led us to the warehouse where Tracy's knives are. But then the guard there teleported away, so he's probably a transgender elf. We don't know if the knives are still there or not
>>61762>Elvenniggers could be using her daggers right now"Reeeeeeeeeeee!"
>>61763*hugs horsey to calm her*
"There there little pony. We'll track them all down and brutally murder them, don't you worry"
*pats her head*
>>61760Also torc snek thez stix and lenos are heading for cardashil on the airship
>>61765Did someone call for them?
>>61766Nope! We need to hurry up and get our work done before those chucklefucks fuck every thing up
>>61766Thez has magic’d your location via Infernius dream and has called us there to aid
>>61767So, what's the current situation?
Can Tracy explore the warehouse?
>>61766In a sense enferniuos is unconscious and thez is flipping out as well as lenos and they are now out for blood thez knows something is wrong becaise of her empathic link with enferniuos
>>61768Where is Thez then?
>>61771On the airship heading for cardashil
"welp I need sleep"
Torc decides to sleep for the rest of the voyage to reset his spells
>>61771On the ship with the rest of us, headed you way fast
Is Tracy/Brad still in disguise?
>>61769I do not know. Trumpaladin is wait for That Bitch to respond and to lead us to the knives - if they are still there - herself
>>61775Brad is, but That Bitch unambiguously knows it is Trumpaladin. I am less sure if she knows Tracy is Tracy. She acts like she does not, but I am unsure
>>61766Infernius did, in a dream
>>61771On the airship, which is essentially arriving at Cardashil, after a brief stop at Sparintenar where they had to determine that Infernius, Tracy and Trump weren't there, and where they went.
>>61773Real sleep, or character sleep?
>>61775Yes. They're currently at the reception desk where one would otherwise retrieve their belongings, except when Tracy and Trump entered and asked, the short guy in robes got all scared and awkward. No one picked up on it, they thought that was normal, and so they sat there waiting, while the short fellow in the robe, who was the same illusionist who pulled a fast on in the temple, was able to stall and allow his accomplices to escape. Where in the world is Carmen Sandiego.
I'm only barely conscious, tbh...
>>61779Can you throw ice water on yourself to keep going? Or do you think you will be ok?
>>61778To the Bitch
"Well you want to search the warehouse and assess the damage?"
>not stabbing every NPC first and asking questions laterAnd you call yourselves murder hobos.
>>61781"I want to check things out anyway."
>>61778Character sleep, you aren't getting rid of me that easy
>>61784>inb4 he falls asleep anyways
>>61782Trumpaladin appears anxious. It's not abnormal, but he is definitely anxious
"Go ahead, little pony. If the Lady allows you anyways. I need to get to Infernius"
>>61785Fucking rude.
But not tonight, I'll fucking chug caffeine if I have too
>>61786Tracy lets out a sigh
>"Fine, I promise not to kill her for no reason."
>>61788>"WHY WOULD YOU EVEN THINK OF THAT"
>>61787Just playing with ya.
Stix rests beside Torc.
>>61790Like in the next bed?
Did we forget to tell you the airship has beds?
Tracy follows That Bitch.
>>61791Yep. You guys forgot. I was picturing those hammocks and Stix would be on the floor next to him. But a bed works nice. He takes a bed nearby.
>>61794Or rather, is the entrance to the warehouse visible?
>>61795We need to get better at telling you things.
"Night Hoers"
>>61798“Sleep well meme magician.”
*looks around awkwardly as faggot tries to make sense of things*
[1d20+20 = 34]>>61800*Picks up pony to cradle*
>>61801I thought he left?
*Tries to read through thread*
>tfw when i just lost 20 pounds of hair.
>>61803>>61804I know that feeling
Is that everyone?
>>61805Sorry for being so long.
I had to get the knots out and my dad was on the pc.
>>61805Nah it's fine, hair can be a bit of a bitch.
>>61809I meant that for
>>61806Also, before we start...
Hi /overboard/, sorry about the
>rape
>>61810If you are reading this join us you faggots.
I'm getting ready to pass out...
>>61812Darn it. Well, goodnight. See you next time
>>61813>>61812Drink some coffee you faggot.
>>61812Night faggot, see ya later
I'll lurk for a bit longer.
>>61816Drink some coffee you faggot.
>>61816>>61812Trumpaladin starts rocking the pony back and forth, and nuzzles the pony
>>61817I literally can't, for reasons I'd rather not talk about...I'm sorry..
>>61819Its okay man
*hugs faggot*
Get some rest.
>>61818*Faggot trades life-span to muster up the energy for one last post*
*Sits*
>>61821REEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE
>>61819Today especially, and entirely in spite of every intention, careful plan, and expressive and meticulous agenda, I has those feels.
>>61778First off, I wasn't paying attention at first because I was busy enjoying my Tracy impression.
Second, it's super subtle at first. This guy is at work and not paying attention on his phone when he's approached by a VIP and two other people. There's a description that when he looks up he is "confused" and "his face flashes for a moment with alarm." But the very next words are "while That Bitch is impatiently looking at her own ID." The logical conclusion is that he looked up and saw that the woman who owns his boss is present, and he was embarrassed as fuck for being on his phone and playing around while at work. I can tell you that many times I've been on my phone at work, heard the voice of a supervisor, and been scared as all fuck because I've been caught wasting time on my phone. You have a strong tendency to portray low level worker NPCs as incompetent boobs (especially anyone near the saw mill), and there's not really a reason to think the $10 an hour workers of Cardishill would be any better. So when the guard acts nervous for being caught not paying attention in the presence of his boss's boss, there's nothing at all bizarre, especially when the behavior is just 2 adjectives in two posts.
In the next post, the guy's behavior is less subtle and kind of out of the ordinary
after an intimidation check is made against him. I made the post "Rolling to intimidate... 'Give. Me. My. Knives.'" And in response to this the guy is "visibly panicked" and later "audibly gulps." Well no shit he's visibly panicked, he's just been intimidated in the post that post was a response to. What else are low level NPCs supposed to do in response to intimidation checks of 20 except be intimidated? Especially since he's just been caught fucking around on the job in the presence of his boss. So yeah, of course he's going to panic and gulp while he displays his incompetence in completing a basic task in front of both his boss's boss and a very intimidating rogue.
"We'll get 'em next time"
Trumpaladin leaves the rogue to look for clues or her knives or whatever can be recovered from the situation, while Trumpaladin kindly asks the Lady to lead him to Infernius
>>61824>>61778Reason number 4:
Of course the scene was super long and dragged out. You explained earlier that you wanted to wait for Tracy's Faggot for some scenes. So it made sense that you'd drag out the process of getting the knives back in hopes that TF showed up by the time we got to it, since TF is the one who wanted the knives.
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>>61824Tracy gives Brad the Goat of Traveling before he leaves.
>>61824I suppose when one doesn't already know the guy is "the guy" its not as intuitive a connection to make. At the same time, it would have been out of character/context for it to have been more obvious, as the guy would naturally be situation to try and be as subtle as possible in their operation.
>next timeWell, this way you've gotten to see his face
>>61824One of the best uses of Intimidate is that it can be used to estimate an NPC's character level, since if you have more than 10 ranks, only high-level targets will be unaffected.
Sorry for not showing yesterday btw...
>>61828Don't be, my own plans got railroaded
>personal boundaries intensify
>>61616Death sounds like a really chill character. 10/10 would hang out with.
>>61826Well fuck no he's not leaving then. That's a terrible sign
>>61831You don't want it?
>>61832No, I don't want the unambiguous meaning of "I will not be seeing you again for the indefinite future"
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>>61833I expected the sky to fall after everyone else go there.
>>61834Tracy wouldn't know of expect that, and the purpose of splitting up was to hopefully prevent the sky from falling by being fast enough
That Bitch is visibly shocked by what she's seen, and begins furiously typing on her ID. "What the hell is going on here?" she says finally, striding between them and opening the first door, and then one beyond it (as the first just leads to the booth the guy just occupied). Beyond the second door is a hallway with a series of doors, arranged alphabetically (as indicated by a sign on each door). At the very end is a room labelled "Miscellaneous".
"When something happens during the application process, such that the applicant isn't issued an ID," she says, glancing at Tracy, "their equipment is kept in this room, since it can't be associated in our accounting system."
>>61836Trumpaladin's faggot goes to class
>>61838Don't worry, I'm just giving details and stimuli for later.
>>61835Last time she left him alone, he went ahead and called Fae, so she figured he needed transport.
>>61836Tracy's next step would be to go look at any box labeled "T. Sentry"; when we he time, that is.
>>61836"Who else has access to what's kept in this facility?" Tracy asks curiously
>>61841*When we have the time
Sorry, mobilefagging.
>>61841She won't have to look hard, there's an entire shelf dedicated to her knives.
"Aside from the attendant, just the Administration," she says through gritted teeth.
>>61844Tracy immediately inspects the self to examine her collection of blades, bearing a diligent and almost nervous expression.
She takes a few minutes to check if everything is there.
>>61845*Whips out monocle, oil and cleaning cloth*
Are they all there?
>>61846Tracy has the monocle? I though Bones did,....
>>61847Not until I just decided.
It's just a mundane prop I used to imply Tracy's diligence in the school of cutlery, as she painstakingly appraises each blade and examines each one for possible damage. You know that magnifying glass thing a jeweler uses?
>>61848It doesn't matter anyway. Point is that she's looking very, very closely at each one of her beloved knives.
>>61849Just curious. As That Bitch looks around the room to assess the situation, Tracy intently analyzes the shelf. Laid out neatly on the layered shelf are her knives, beginning with her extensive selection of enchanted (c/o Thez) kunai, her ridiculous assortment of kitchen knives and blades, her trio of funky-fresh daggers (Shifter's Blade, Defense, and I forget the other one), and there gleaming on the top shelf - placed almost reverently so that GM could make a dramatic description like something out of a movie - Tracy at last is reunited with Dark and Edgy.
>>61851
You don't have to do it right now,....
>>61850>pic for referenceAs her eyes drift towards the display, Tracy freezes for a couple moments in fascination, as a look of relief washes over her. She lets out a subtle gasp, as if a piece of her that had been missing up until this point had suddenly been restored. As she rises to her hind legs, she almost appears visibly lighter, and if anyone had been looking, they'd notice her pale sickly blue coat seemed brighter than usual, shining bright against the flow of her silvery, un-cut mane. A toothy, shark-like grin spreads across her snoot as she reaches out to grab long time her favorite stabbing-utensils: The
Shitposters.
>>61853Trumpaladin looks at Tracy with a hint of impatience. He says, with mild irritation in his voice:
"Are you ready to go pony? Infernius waits"
>>61854"J-just a moment..!" Tracy says, clearly distracted by the reunion of her knives
She begins to slip each blade into her knife-cozy, humming to herself as she goes.
Meanwhile Infernius is very much in the shit. Ever since first being rendered unconscious he has been plagued and tormented by horrible visions and terrible ideas. While he realizes to some level of his consciousness that he is not conscious, he cannot break the grip of the images he is assaulted with. Visions of dismemberment, desolation, and losses of all kinds - most particularly haunting visions of Thez - assail him continually. As his psyche begins to falter, as he begins to succumb to the sensation of endless despair that tears into him ceaselessly, a thin voice pierces his into his mind, momentarily disrupting his perpetual nightmare.
"I'nis, I'm coming! Fight!"
>>61855Tracy takes a few more minutes ensuring that all of her knives are in fact there, and makes a motion to cut her hair.
>>61856"F- ight? What is fight?"
>>61858"What you're seeing, its not real! You have to wake up!"
>>61859"Wake?.... up? Not real?"
>>61858*6 gorillion tiny (((hands))) grab at Infernius begin to drag him towards a deep black hole*
"Oy vey, goyim! You'll be here with us for a
long time..."
keep fighting
>>61861"REEEEEEEEEEEE FUCK OF KIKES!!"
*Bites, punches, kicks, gores*
>>61853Gib your saddest/most pitiful Tracy image
>>61864Is there a non animated version of this that's lighter?
I don't have the energy to flip through the whole folder rn.
>>61867Not that I know of..
>>61869Eh, I can work with it. Thanks
>>61857"By all means, take your time. It's not like Infernius was my only friend or anything. It's not like we're holding anything up. Do your chores. Pick out some clothing and get your hooves done while you're at it."
Trumpaladin says that last bit with a little disgust, makes a hand gesture then crosses his arms, and looks over to the Lady
>>61874Her knives are very important to her.
>>61875Infernuis is her friend.
Infernius struggles against the phantom images that torment his unconscious mind, bolstered by sudden images of himself splattered with commie blood. Tracy is feeling whole again for the first time in months, having her broom-closet collection of knives and blades back where they belong. At the same time the airship is arriving overhead just outside Cardashil, bearing Torcuil, Stix, Snek, and of course Thez, who is perched at the bow of the ship, looking down.
"I can't teleport in, I don't know any of the surroundings. But, I can tell this much,... he's that way," she says, pointing downward. The perimeter drones continue their patrol along the rim of the wall.
>>61877*thrashes in dream and trys to in game*
>>61878As Infernius thrashes in the dream, he begins to lingeringly become aware of sensations. His arms and legs begin to respond to his state, and he can start to feel things all around him. He bumps and tears and punches and grabs and flings.
"Any ideas? I could get us all in with Etherealness, assuming everyone can hang on, but we'd be going in blind," Thez says to Torcuil and Stix, "and depending on what we find, we can expect to have to fight our way out," she says pulling out her staff, her folding saw, and her really ugly stick.
>>61879*lets out a PRIMAL Reeeeee*
>>61880*thrashes 10X as hard*
>>61871That Bitch puts her ear to the ID and addresses someone. "I want a full investigation! Cardashil has been infiltrated! ... No, someone totally different. ... It could very well be the ones from the museum ... I don't know, but he used a advanced spell to escape. ... Yes, do it." she finished, and turns to Trump. "I hope I can count on you to avoid commenting about this scene to anyone. Now then, you wanted a steak," she says, clearly taking no amusement from the cheeky pun.
>>61882"Of course. Lead the way, if you would"
>>61876>>61871"Alright, alright. I got what I came for. Let's grab our cow and go."
Tracy waits for a more accommodating time to cut her mane, and prepares for the mission to find the missing bull.
>>61885"Better. And don't get your tail cut to look like a stallion.... ah whatever. Nevermind"
>>61880*bubblegum fills his mouth, and his reee-ing inflates a gigantic hot air balloon that lifts him up and haphazardly dangles him over the hellscape*
>>61881*limbs turn into spaghetti*
>>61886Tracy doesn't pay very much attention to her tail, although it is rather poofy on its own. It's actually like Rainbow Dash's, only one color.
>>61888What a waste of trips..
>>61882Tracy makes a zipping motion across her face indicating that her lips are sealed.
That Bitch leads Trump and Tracy back in the direction of the gates. As she walks, she says, "I've been thinking about your offer Mr. Trump, and I think that we might be able to make a deal after all. The truth is, while Cardashil has a good relationship with the Emperor, it is the Court that is an issue to us,"
>>61891"I sort of got the impression when Kefka came to me that he feels much the same. How are they bothering you?"
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>>61891Tracy follows.
Are there any other people nearby in the area?
>>61892"Its not what they're doing, its the threat of what they could do that is the problem," she says as they arrive at the gate, keying in to activate the gate. Through the portal, Trump and Tracy can see a large set of double-doors with wide red diagonal stripes crossing the doors. Next to the door is an oversized chute, of almost the same size.
Meanwhile Thez crosses her arms over her chest. "Do we have any other options?" she then turns and looks at Torcuil, "I don't suppose you might have any spells for a situation like this?"
>>61893Nope, Its just the gate, the large set of double-doors, and the chute.
[1d20+27 = 43]>>61894Sense Motive Check on the Lady for the gates and the proposal
[1d20+22 = 35]>>61894Tracy narrows her eyes at the doors.
Rolling Search to examine both the doors and chute
>>61894"I'm frankly surprised they did not take action in that period Kefka was... out of action. What might they do?"
>>61896I get the proposal check, but the gates? You mean the double doors? That seems silly desu.
>>61897They're flush, sealed tight (like, they don't vibrate or rattle or indicate anything but complete security.
>>61898"Out of action? Oh I seriously doubt that. What, did you think you had killed him? I heard rumors, quite funny that," she says derisively (at the rumors, not Trump). "Your friend was taken in through there," she says pointing at the chute. "He will be difficult to find."
>>61899It's to test to see if she is walking him into an incernator
Trumpaladin walks through the doors and looks around for anything that looks like human remains, or any of Infernius's belongings
"So... I'm guessing you want a member or more of the Court eliminated?"
>>61900"Not so much. I want their presence eliminated from Cardashil."
>>61901"I see. That I may be able to help you with. How would I go about doing that?"
>>61899Tracy slowly approaches the doors, examining them further.
>>61901*assassin ears perk*
"How many do you have on site?"
>>61903"Just look for the corpse, pony"
>>61902She nods toward the door. "You're looking at it."
>>61903"You'll see."
>>61904Tracy sniffs around, looking for any traces of delicious BBQ.
>>61905"They are through that door?"
>>61905*ears droop a bit*
"... okay.." she says, clearly not very enthusiastic about the surprise
>>61907*walks up to doors*
*turns around*
*kicks them open with a powerful earth-pony buck*
>>61908"Hold on a sec, I'll open the door, but not until I'm clear of here," she says, stepping back toward the gate. "Normally we just use the chute for disposal, its rare that we ever open those doors, and when we do we do it remotely."
>>61909Trumpaladin waits by and watches expectantly
>>61909Tracy cautiously waits around the corner.
>>61911There is no corner. Its a square room with high ceilings, about 20'x20'. The double doors are central on one wall, directly opposite the gate.
Meanwhile, Thez sighs. "I guess not," she looks at Snek, Stix, and Torcuil. "Well, Snek could wrap around my torso, Stix could sit on my shoulders,... but I don't know about Torcuil."
>>61913Okay then.
In plain sight, Tracy waits to see whatever lays beyond the door.
Infernius, letting out a blood-curdling REEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE, snaps to consciousness. He's lying on the ground, in a very dark room, surrounded by wet and misshapen forms. He can hear movement all around, though not immediately.
>>61913>The room is tinyGood, he's not
too handycapped by the fact that Fae is not there, although he wishes he had Fae
[1d20+24 = 30]>>61916Rolling to Hide behind Brad.
>>61915*charges the movement*
[1d20+20 = 29]>>61916Trumpaladin pulls out Vanderiem, and replaces the Ring of fire resistance with his ring shield. He assumes a Heroic posture
>>61917Rolling to pet small furry animal
>>61916Speaking of whom, there's a good chance that Fae noticed the airship,....
>>61913“Can the magician conjure some spell to aid us in that regard?”
>>61920I thought of that earlier
>>61918Struggling to his knees, Infernius finds that he's very weak (he's at 1 hp dude, he's only JUST regenerated enough to wake up) and not moving very well. Plus, the ground is slick with a viscous fluid I'm sure you could probably guess the nature of.
>>61922"I sure hope so, but I don't know what all he's capable of,... aside from swarms of frogs and pillars of flame (which would not help)."
She stops for a moment and looks toward the diagonal she had indicated. "He's awake!"
>>61913"I can cast fly you know"
>>61924Turns to Torc.
“Hey, you got a flying spell so you can just grab on, or can you shrink? Something like that?”
>>61924As long as its not semen its fine.
>>61925She thinks for a moment. "That could work, although we'd all have to maintain contact to phase through the structure."
>>61928No, its definitely not semen.
>>61925>>61926H I V E M I N D
I
V
E
M
I
N
D
>>61925"Don't forget the leprechauns out me arse, and killing a god in a 1hit ko."
>>61926"Actually, I can shrink too. I've manged turning into a dragon before."
>>61930FAGGOT
A
G
G
O
T
>>61929(He doesn't examine it) but im guessing its blood.
>>61931Do the leprechauns again.
>>61933On everyone this time.
>>61929"Phase? As in 'set phasers to stun' and anyone in red dies?"
Torc activates the Ear cuff of blinking
"Or this kind of phasing?"
>>61934Filed away for next boss fight
>>61929Alright, I guess Fae would likely fly up to the Airship
>>61933No,
don't do the leprechauns
>>61931"Hmmm, shrinking could work," she says.
>>61935"No, like going ethereal like that one time, except this time
we know where we're going," she says with just a little irritation and a side-glance.
>>61936As they make final preparations, Fae crests the side of the airship in a dramatic <SWOOP>
>>61935>wants to imagine the whole party flying with the force of 6 gorillion leprechauns
>>61937Should I play her now? Uh...
As she lands on the deck, she says to them, "I was not expecting all of you"
>>61939"Where are the others? Infernius is in trouble, but what of Trump and Tracy?"
Lenos wanders up from below-deck. "You fuckers! Don't forget about me!"
>>61940"Why are you here? Trumpaladin went in with Tracy and left me outside. He came back for me when the automaton guards were giving him difficulty, and he could not rely on the blue one. Infernius was not with us when we arrived. The blubbering idiot came through the roof in a great spectacle. Unsurprisingly, that got the attention of the automatons. He ordered me to charge one and destroyed it, but we were surrounded. I flew him out of the city and on to the perimeter. Trumpaladin went back in with the Blue One and told me to wait outside... I know not of the fate of the Nazi"
>>61942I miss read 'crests' as 'crashes'
...
Fuck
"NOTHING"
>>61945"That's damned right, wizard boy"
>>61944"That idiot!" she curses. To Fae, "Can you sense them? You're one of his mounts, so you should have an idea where he is. Wait, can't he
summon you?"
>>61947"Yes he can and yes I can. And what do you want me to ask him?"
*draws weapons, waiting for what lies behind the door*
>>61948Thez looks around. "I'd put Torcuil and Snek with Fae, (cuz she's bigger and can handle his size better), and I could take Stix and Lenos. If Trump summons you, you should be able to break the 4th wall or some shit since there's no direct path, and bring them with you. Meanwhile, we'll go the,... direct route."
>>61950Can Tracy do that?
>>61949"Alright, if you're sure you want to do this,... you'll be doing me a huge favor I should say, and there's no other way to retrieve your friend," she steps toward the gate.
>>61951Its never been tried
>>61952*is still using Brad's body to hide*
>>61950"Why? Why do they need to go in? And why are you going the 'direct route? You'll start the same mess as did Infernius. If you want to be smart, get that Drow elf and he'll help you sneak in. That's what should have been done all along. Doing what you are planning will just cause unnecessary fighting and drama"
>>61954
"You can make your pet into a staff, can't you? Do so"
>>61956"We don't have time, Infernius is hanging on by a thread, and he's in immediate danger."
>>61957"Great idea. Then, Lenos and Stix with Fae, while I carry Torcuil?" she sizes him up, walks over and picks him up relatively easily. "Yeah, that'll work."
>>61958"Immediate danger of what? I am not following. Do you have news?"
>>61960>Am i naked?He's always naked, isn't he?
>>61957>"Okay, Now I don't like her. I'm not your fucking pet. I'M A FAMILIAR REEEEEEEEEEEEEE-"*sigh*
"Did you have to say pet?"
Snek begins to thrash around
>"REEEEEEEEEEEEE, MUH NAP, I'M NOT A PET."Torc then grabs him, and he reverts to staff form.
"Enough of that."
>"I can still talk""Fuck"
>>61958"GAH- wait what?"
As Infernius struggles to his feet and gets a better look at his surroundings, the first thing that he notices is the
SMELL. Its as though he's surrounded by rotting and dessivcated corpses. Upon inspection however, he finds that he IS surrounded by rotting and dessicated corpses. Hundreds, maybe thousands of them, piled unceremoniously around him.
>>61960No more than usual, he would have been carted off without doing anything with his stuff.
>>61959"I don't know, I just know his emotional state. Wait a minute,..."
>>61960"What's your situation?!" Somehow, her alarm carries through.
>>61963check the corpses for loot
>>61962Fae gives Torcuil a bit of an odd look as she watches him talk to himself
>>61965"That one is always in a state of anxiety or longing. yes, I'm sure he's been captured or whatever. But why go in directly and summon those bots to attack us? I barely got out earlier and they pursued us with reinforcements"
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>>61966I was
pls lightsaber
>>61965
"Ugh me head. Thez is that you?"
>>61968>expects to find a lightsabre e_eAny useful debris will be buried in a pile of filth and gore. Besides, as he attempts to locate something useful, a number of forms climb over the top of the mounds of gore surrounding him.
Its ironic, because this scene is very much inspired by Repo
"Yes! We're outside, we're coming after you! Hang tight! Are you okay?"
>>61969"Uh me have company"
*assumes fight stance*
>>61970Thez looks back to the group (I figure that when 'linking' that they might look away for a sec). "No time! He's got company!" She sets Torcuil around her shoulders and back (piggy back). "I'm,... well we're going!"
>>61971"Ugh.... Dumbass"
Fae warns Trumpaladin of the impending shitstorm, and has him Call her
>>61971I though Fae was going to take the lighter Torcuil and Stix while Thez got the less friendly Lenos?
>>61974
He said he would though? Whatever. Someone needs to keep Lenos from fucking everything up though
>>61976
As Thez and Torcuil fly unerringly toward a target she can only sense, Fae communes with Trump, who activates his Paladin-mount summons. With most of the party streaking toward Infernius one way or another, and as the massive double-doors begin to HISSS and crack open slowly, several of the strange forms leap at Infernius.
As Thez and Torcuil (and Snek in staff form) nearly splat against the ground, she activates Etherealness and they <wink> into the Ethereal plane and pass harmlessly through the ground. As they continue, various flashes of rooms and structures greet their eyes, too fast to really see the images going by.
Fae however, compelled by Trump's summon, feels something pulling her toward her. A crackling occurs in the air before her, and after a few moments, she fells pulled through some sort of membrane, and arrives in the room with Trump and Tracy, just as the giant double-doors finish opening with a thunderous sound.
>>61979[gasps internally]
*maintains stealth*
And that is where we will leave it for the time being. Players have a chance to make momentary adjustments and readiness moves, but its about to get real
>>61980>>61982Tracy uses whatever warm bodies that are in front of her to hide, hoping to get a good Sneak Attack, should combat ensure.
>>61982Uh, activation of Earcuff of blinking and Shield bracer if possible.
>>61984Earcuff doesn't function when already ethereal, and the shield bracer is techincally always active
>>61984Tracy activates her Ring of Spell Turning
>>61985Oh...
*mumbled cussing about "well you know, fuck my plans"*
Uh, who want's Bull's Strength?
>>61987Tracy could use some Cat's Grace, or Greater Invisibility.
>>61988Best I can do is normal Invisibility
>>61982Fae Bucks off Lenos, and maybe Stix. I am not sure. He's generally more amiable so she may let him ride her.
I'm feeling super fucking salty right you, so if you all could just be a but light
>>61990At the command of her deputy-master, she comes within arms length of Trumpaladin and stands next to him
>>61990I’m confused. Am I thrown off or not? I think it will change a bit of what happens depending on that. Do I roll to determine?
>>61992I think he/she means that upon arrival, Fae dismounts her riders, not a flinging off sort of situation.
>>61992If you had been present earlier there should have been dialogue where Stix first meets Fae and talks to her, then gets on her back. I don't think you need to determine anything now, because the fighting will not be for a very long time
>>61993you hush
>>61994There's time for dialogue and introductions if you want
>>61994Sorry for not being here...
>>61995How do I even begin?
>>61989How about Blur?
I could use some cheap Sneak Attacks (aren't they all).
>>61996I'd go with "thanks for the ride, we haven't been introduced"
>>61997You know we're about to fight undead right?
>>61998>>61996It would have been better on the ship
>>61999No, I don't know that, and neither would Tracy.
>>62000Kekd and checked
>>62001Oh, but you'd miss out on all the fun
>>62002Fucking Kefka and his shitty sense of taste..!
*unintelligible grumbles about no live targets to murder*
>>62007
>>62008
>>62006
wut?
>>62010Well... I guess I don’t speak with Fae as my post just got suicided
>>62011I'm going to assume you meant that remark for Fae
"Can
you understand
me, pack horse?"
>>62011Never mind... I’m stupid, wrong number
>>62011Fae does an alignment check on Stix
>>62012“I meant no offense, I just can’t tell what creatures talk here. I’m Stix. Nice to meet you.”
>>62015for a second, Fae is silent. Seriously, what is Stix Alignment? She has a spell that can discern it
>>62016Maybe she can't tell because Stix isn't sure.
>>62016I forgot to make one. Sorry. I would guess Neutral Good or Lawful Good... I’m leaning to neutral good because of Stix’ working outside the law in his story
>>62018Neutral or Chaotic Good is pretty standard for rangers
>>62019>>62018Join the chaotic neutral Master race
Signed, Torc and Mr. Snek
>>62020Checked. This is likely a sign to make that journey later in the story
>>62020I started out as Chaotic neutral.
>>62020>>62021I guess you could say this advice is...
>Puts on sunglasses20/20YEEEEAAAAAAHHHHHH
>>62018Fae stands before Stix, looking sort of like a guilded and scaled Dire lioness, with a few facial features and the teeth of a Dragon, and the wings as well, which stand up somewhat from her back as they do not seem to have folded neatly. She takes a step forward, bows her head a bit, and seems to blush - as best as a scaled creature could.
"Nice to meet you stix! Forgive my rudeness... to be ordered around by those not in the church can be a bit frustrating... Allow me to Introduce myself. I am the Priest of Football, American, and Elway. You may call me Fae. I come from Remoth's travelling band of felines known as the Guardinal Brigade. It is my duty to spread the truth and goodness of Football across all dimensions. I have been assigned to be the mount of this one here (pointing towards Trumpaladin with a claw) and to work in this world.
I take it that I am still the only volunteer, and you awoke in the rooms?"
>>62024“Yes. I woke up in that tower. I only heard a brief mention of this Football before. I would like to hear about it sometime, but I’m guessing we have more pressing issues. I came here with a few other friends to rescue someone.”
Tracy uses Detect Good, to see if Infernius might be on a nearby floor.
>>62019Can you describe the things on me?
>>62018>>62019Chaotic good masterace
>>62027They're not on him yet, its a "To be continued" freeze frame
>>62027Better run, dude. You're 1 hp without a Divine Focus.
>>62030Bow da dow dow dow dow da dow (buddleduddledoo) Bow da dow dow dow dow da dow
>>62025Fae has an excited look on her face
"Yes yes yes, the cleric of a competing religion got himself captured, and my deputy-commander insists we must go resuce him because he's "our greatest ally," so we have to fight through hordes of undead to get him. This has happened before, nothing new. Anyways, I have so much to tell you about Football! No no, show you! You simply must come to a game sometime!"
>>62029*strikes a cool rogue-tier pose for freeze-frame*
>>62034Thez and Torcuil are still in Ethereal free-fall
[1d20+20 = 29]>>62034Rolling to Boop
>>62033“Undead? That’s a new one to me. What are they like? Fast, slow, anything I should know going in?”
>>62037"They're boring." Tracy groans
"They don't feel fear or pain or suffering. Just walking bags of stinking filth."
>>62038“Better boring than dangerous... then we can get out of here and do something exciting.”
>>62037Fae seems a bit calmer now, more refined in response to this question than before
"The undead come in all forms. I've killed flying small ones, human zombies, mummies, strangely shapen ones. They are a diverse set. Always terrible tasting. You should expect both fast and slow. Be sure to have a magic weapon when facing one. And be sure you have the fortitude to withstand the curses they may place on you. The Wizard - you may remember him from on the deck - he got mummies rot and did not take it well. Of course, he has a soft neck to him, so I cannot say I am surprised"
>>62038*Glares*
>>62039Fae loses her composure now
"How about a Football game!"
>>62039"They're still dangerous. They're immune to most of the tricks that would otherwise kill most of the living. A lot of them have ability drain on contact, and they carry all kinds of diseases."
>>62040>glaresundead r gay
>>62041>carry all kinds of diseases"A bit like someone else I know"
>>62043If she carried diseases, I'd already have weaponized them.
>>62039>wants excitement>pic unrelated
>>62040“Well... I have no magical weapon. And I don’t suppose I know how to treat a curse.”
>football game“Sounds like an excellent idea for when this mission is complete.”
>>62041“Not sure what an ability drain is, but disease I know I want no part of. Think this bow I have can help slow them down?”
>>62046the double-ended sword is magical. It's a banesword for animals and magical beasts.
>bow"Better than nothing. Stay back and be ready to fire.'
>>62046"Do not worry about a weapon."
Fae turns around and towards Trumpaladin, and touches him with a paw.
Trumpaladin now speaks to Stix. "So you made it here. I'm surprised to see you. Fae says you need a weapon"
Trumpaladin takes a moment and pulls a bow from his back
"This was handed to me from Thez before we went to rescue Infenius in the Court City. It has a history to itself, a sad one. But that is a story for another day. It is magical, and the arrows it fires will help you against your enemies. More so than any mundane bow"
*hands Bob's bow, a +2 shortbow, to Stix*
"So she tells me you are interested in a Football game?"
There must have been telepathy or
something, because you didn't hear Fae say anything to him
>>62029Unfreeze tonight or no?
>>62049Oh no, I have
WAY too many numbers to crunch and values to determine
But I am enjoying the bantz,... almost like waiting on an elevator.
>"Do I get to fight?"
"No, I was planning on not using you"
>"Cool, gives me time to catch up on my sleep"
>>62048“Wow! Thank you. I hope to repay your kindness sometime. And of course I’m interested... I hardly know it, so I want to learn about it.”
>>62051If
I roll a 20
>>62053It has a single arrow to go with, a matte-black shafted arrow with gold fletching and a boxing glove for an arrow-head.
>>62053"I am not done yet, little pony. Hold your forelegs up"
Trumpaladin reaches for the bag on Fae's back and pulls an object from it
>>62055Stix sits down and holds up his forelegs
>>62056Fuck that's cuteTrumpaladin takes two objects and clicks them on to Stix's forelegs
"Bracers of Armor. They emit a magical force that helps you deflect attacks somewhat. I had this set constructed for me before we went to rescue Infernius from the Court City. I got a better set when we re-killed Ruth Bader Ginsburg, so this has been extra for me. As for the Bow, it's the sad story of an elf named Bob whose entire village was massacred before being found in a castle in the abyss by Thez.... I can't remember most of the details, ask her."
>>62052"I hope you practiced with the gun I gave you"
>"I did, and I got pretty good. You where a great inspiration""Awwwwwwwwwwww, that's touching Mr. Sn-"
>"Yeah, sketches of your face make a great target""..."
>>62057“The more I hear about your adventures, the less I feel adequate. I will definitely ask about all of your tales, but for now, thank you. I have no idea how I’m going to pay all of this back.”
>>62059Trumpaladin smiles, and pats Stix
"Don't be silly. You have nothing to pay back, just come to a Football game this Sunday and watch the Generals play the Spartans. Fae will be officiating"
Not sure if cloak should go to Fae to Stix... I guess the other one went to Torcuil
>>62060“Which team do we root for?”
>>62062"In politics and diplomacy you root for both, as they are both from great cities, and are stocked with great and noble men. But when the first pass is thrown, you
always, always root for the Home team. That'd be the Port Barry Generals. I trained them both of course."
Trumpaladin smiles
>>62063“Always root for home team. Got it. How many games have your team won?”
>Thez is glad Torcuil doesn't talk much
"No offense,"
>loving the dialogue, you guys r the best, just expressing her character in context
>>62064"We haven't had foreign teams to play, so until now we've always had the team split into two, bring in the reserves, and played those against each others. Thanks to Baz's exchange program, we now have a team in Sparintenar. I'm hoping to set up a stadium there as well. Now if you asked me about the team I played for in college...."
Trumpaladin goes silent for a moment
"This was supposed to just be a quick stop on the way to Gatesil. I wanted to expand Football to that domain, and see about some meaningful opposition to Kefka and his Court"
>>62066“Kefka? I don’t recall that name.”
>>62067"It's a name you best learn and remember. Emperor Kefka is an archmage who has reached an incredible degree of magical power. He thinks that meaning can only be found in destruction, and that is how he governs, exacting terrible tribute and destroying wontonly. After much of Port Barry was destroyed in a demon attack the coffers were emptied in the reconstruction. the Port missed a payment and kefka himself came down. He rode atop a dragon type lizard - the Tarasque. We had to fight him in the Stadium. We sliced at him and shot him, and it seemed he was slain by spell from the wizard when Kefka was down on his luck. His tarasque came later. We had six party members when that happened, plus Thez and Trollestia and Fae, and never since have we been at that level of strength. But he came back, easily, which only discovered recently. So did his Tarasque. He was messing with us"
The goldfish/orangutan cosplay is still in full effect for the next hour in game btw.
>>62057Is your character carrying all of the party's equipment?
>>62070If so, give Tracy the Wand of False Life.
She could also use the rope and the cuffs, so she can capture the enemy before they teleport away.
>>62070No, I've just managed to gather enough equipment to stock a new player
>>62071He keeps the wand of life on his horse
>>62072Does that mean she can use it?
Also, are those the +3 Bracers Tracy stole from Korak?
>>62073Yes. I'm less sure about the bracers. She should have upgraded to the +4 bracers dropped by Nanci Pelosi, although she won't stay still long enough for a sequence. As I said in the post itself, Trumpaladin should have an extra set from the Court City mission
Do the AC from those bracers stack, like armor?
>>62076Actually, do armor and deflection stack at all? I ditched the Hydra skin when I saw the bracers provided more AC.
>>62077I never paid very close attention to armor rules, because my character only ever wore light barding, but I was just wondering what stacked and what didn't.
[1d20+20 = 25]
[1d20+20 = 32]
Trumpaladin realizes there are not one, but two ponies within reach
HUGS!
>>62080You cannot grapple two targets at once.
>>62081YES I CAN HUG
ALL THE PONIES MOM!
*hugs*
Are do undead still need to make Concentration checks when casting spells under stressful circumstances?
>>62083I mean, I know they use their Charisma for Concentration, but I was wondering if it was worth using caltrops or setting casters on fire, since they don't feel pain.
>>62084Your character is being HUGGED
>>62084Whatever, Tracy has her tanglefoot bags.
*Readies ball of disgusting goo* (still hiding behind the other PCs)
>tfw discord doesn't work on mobile
*sharpens knives on sharpening stone*
>>62088She's being hugged
>>62089She can still do that.
>>62082*hugs back*
>>62068“Sounds like quite the character. I’m sure he makes his mother proud.”
Chuckles
“He may be tough and all, but he doesn’t sound all that sane. Perhaps we can out wit him.”
>>62091*eyes dart around to see if anyone is watching*
*rubs nose on pony*
"At the moment we are looking for ways to weaken him. The thing is that all of us together can barely fight him. But it's not just him. It's an entire army or more. I was heading to Gatesil for allies to help us. Anyways, there may be weakness in his own alliance. He appeared to us while in Sparintenar. He seemed to be showing off and taunting us, but I think he had a different purpose. The Lady here, here in Cardishil. She told me she did not trust the Court. That is what we are here, in this room for. To fight representatives of the Emperor's Court."
>>62092“Hmm...he likes destruction, this Kefka, right? Then could we convince him to destroy our enemies? Don’t they stand in his way of destroying all he can, even more than we do?”
>>62065"Um, none taken? What are we talking about?"
>>62093"I think he's getting us to destroy
his enemies at the moment"
>>62095“So it’s either we help him or we lose to one force or another. Interesting move. I will admit.”
>>62096"In the smarter days of the Crusades, the Crusaders exploited the distrust between the Emirate of Damascus and the Mamluks. It was when they invaded Egypt, and set themselves at war with the both of them that they truly doomed the whole venture."
>>62097“Then we need to make sure we don’t invade any Egypts.”
>>62076>>62077You can have armor AND a deflection bonus, but can't stack deflections.
>>62083Yes
>>62087U need an app
>>62094"Nothing at the moment, but I should warn you,... it may be a bumpy landing." She says, since it'll be put to a dice roll.
>>62099Depends on the method. By mundane means? A while. Magical? Not so much.
>>62101*dabs on creatures*
>>62099
Okay.
Tracy takes off her Ring of Protection and instead puts on that Ring of Fire Resistance.
>>62103"Do you want to use the ring, pony?
I'm sure that Ring of Animal friendship you have on your neck will be much more helpful than the +3 AC from the ring that is tied to the hairs in your tail and will be a literal pain in the ass to remove. I'm sure of it"
>>62104The Ring of Protection doesn't stack with her +4 Bracers. And the Ring of Animal Friendship is mostly for novelty.
>>62105The Bracers provide an Armor bonus, not a deflection bonus. Yes it does.
>>62105How else do you think high level spell casters have any armor except by wearing bracers at the same time as rings? All three of the Lichs had both
Ah, it appears I was mistaken.
>>62109That shadow armor mess-up was a shame...
[1d20+20 = 29]
[1d20+20 = 34]
Rolling to pet ponies simultaneous with hugs
Someone use Detect Undead to tell us if we're about to fight zombies or not.
>>62112>>62101Trumpaladin Casts Detect Undead
Yes, Bracers of Armor give an armor bonus. Hmmm. That would suggest that they don't stack with mundane armor.
Which is absurd desu
>>62116What about Brad's second suit? Do they stack, or is it just for the magical properties?
>>62099
Infernius, would you help Tracy rebuild Durpistan with your magick?
>>62119Technically they shouldn't, but I'm not ready to nerf that shit yet
Game will be on hiatus for this weekend.
Surely you know what it is,... look at the date
Trumpaladin turns turns to Stix and pats him on the shoulder, but he says nothing as he moves to mount Fae's back. He pulls a helmet, polished and steel, from the bag she carries on her back, and carefully attempts to strap the helmet onto her. Though it does not fit her skull, he is able to rest the helmet upon her head well enough. He says to her, "take us up." Instantaneously, the helmet activates a portal that send her, and he on her back, 100 feet up. They enter in wooden walls and take damage as the y are pushed aside to open air. But Trumpaladin removes the Cardishore ID from his pocket and looks at the instant map. He follows it to a gate that then in turn sends them to the main stage area. Fae unfurls her bat like wings, and flies upward. Away from the party deep below, through the open hole in the dome, past the waiting robots and the hovering airship.
"East. We go east," he commands her, and the Dragonne places her legs back as she glides Eastward over trees, towards greensil and gates up in the far distance, and away from Cardishore, the party, the airship, Sparintenar, and Port Barry. The sun was setting, and the trees were dark where they shaded each other. He thinks of looking back, at the direct I'm b if the people who had shaped and denied so much of his second beginning at life. But when he tries, the sun fills his eyes and he winces, then turns back as he flies toward the darkness.
Please be kind to him. He was very important to me.
>>62138Stix cries a bit, seeing his friend leave as he did. But Stix holds out hope that he will see his friend once again...
“Till next time, Mr. Knight.”
Haven't I made it clear that nobody dies?
Alright. Two things happen simultaneously.
First, Torcuil has an immediate and fatal brain aneurysm, because the mad bastard tried to comprehend an artifact given by Trollestia. He wakes up in the Entertron, and he's still hungry.
At the same time Trump pours a pint of grain alcohol into the willing mouth of Vandereim, who belches soundedly.
This scene will be allowed to play out, though it has little bearing on the conclusion of the previous session's situation.
>>62144Okay, first question, and this is to Vanderium
"Do you have a preferred variety or brand of Alcohol? For future reference, I mean"
>>62144>SighTorc walks from the entertron to the stable and puts all his gear back on
"Fucking aneurysms"
>"Get rekt"
>>62144The artifact is Stix’ mysterious acorn, and acts like a radio.
“So... have you a reason for calling, Trollestia?”
>>62145"Yeh, in me mouth." he slurs a bit.
For reference, Torcuil was examining an oversized acorn proffered by Stix, which had recently begun talking with Trollestia's unmistakable voice. They were going somewhere with that, oh yes.
>>62147"Do I ever?" she says, after which Stix has a brain aneurysm and dies suddenly, waking up in the entertron across from Torcuil. Apparently there are multiple entertrons now,... that's new,.... Its almost as though the party is going to die a whole lot more for some reason.
I'm too autistic not to ask: why is a dagger less effective than a weighted chain against zombies? A zombie's DR is 5/slashing, while a weighted chain deal bludgeoning damage.
>>62143>>62148Just saying...
Stix is terribly confused... and hungry.
“Wha? What just happened?”
He looks around.
“Torc, were we attacked?”
>>62149"Because you're using it wrong."
>>62150I assume Torcuil and Stix would then rejoin Trump and Vandereim, wherever the hell they happen to be.
>>62151"A dagger can do piercing OR slashing damage. XP"
>>62150"Fucking brain aneurysms"
>>62149Oh so
now you come out to talk
>>62152Trumpaladin entered the Stables after Stix
[1d20 = 1]>>62148Well, if I'm going to die anyway.Tracy sunders the acorn.
>>62154“What? How? Did Trollestia do this to us?”
[2d20 = 19]>>62155As Stix and Torcuil return to the stables, Vandereim belches a huge gout of fire. Rolling saving throws for Stix and Torcuil in that order.
>>62156Hey.. that’s mine.
>>62156>gets a 1 trying to destroy a gift from TrollestiaThis has to hurt. I have to make this one hurt.
>>62158Oh come on
>>62161>FilenameOH COME ON
>>62148"So.... you're an older artifact, err, sword, right? Who owned you before me? That Cecil guy?"
>>62162I almost expected it, desu.
[2d6 = 9]>>62163Torcuil gets burnded
>>62164"Nae, not that lilly bastard."
>>62165For the strangest reason, Tracy suddenly feels like giving up all her worldly belongings.
>>62166"Aye. Who then? How'd the Rats get you?"
Trumpaladin takes a note to never attempt to sever an artifact
>>62166*Sells swag and uses shekels to build an orphanage*
>>62168My God... who are you?
>>62167"Itz a long story lad, but me last proper owner was a lad named Ga'ren. Not a paladin mind ye, but a proper cavalier. He lived the paladin's code even tho he got no magic or benefits for it. Strong as that Bull (Infernius) and smart as that skinny boy (Torcuil) on a good day."
>>62170"He's the reason the game came into being in the first place."
>>62168*walks away slowly*
>>62170>>62171"Who is this Ga'ren? Where did he come from and what did him in"
>>62169"I'm sure the children will be much happier having a new home than I was carrying around all that junk." Tracy says with a smile
>>62172"Its been a long time, I forget the specifics, but basically he was killed because the GM didn't like Ga'ren's player and pulled some meta shit."
>>62168Immediately upon doing so, Tracy snaps back to her old self. She has nothing.
>>62173Only Tracy can make that statement sound almost disgusting
>>62174"Fascinating. So how did you come to be?"
>>62176"Oh I was there the whole time! I was only an Intelligent Sword with a few bonuses back then, but I've been refined a wee times like I was the master sword n shit."
At this point in the story, I would like to make a comment about devices. Have you ever seen a metal lathe? If you hadn't, would you have any idea what it does or how it operates? This is how it is with the machines in the strip-mall area of the tower. Its not that they're one machine designed to do a particular thing, its a variety of machines with a variety of purposes, all together which achieve a precise function.
>>62177"So I know you're super sharp, you can talk, you can shoot fire, and you can cleave. What else can you do? Also... who made you then?"
I can't post pics for some reason
>>62180What is the error message?
>>62181There is none. Nothing happens when I click the box.
>>62174The mace was cursed...
>>62179"His name was Warzdid the Wondrous Mage Most Magnificent - a compatriot of Ga'ren's - after a long and rich campaign."
>>62178How does one learn to use them?
"Lets see, I can detect alignment, I'm light as a feather sometimes,..."
>>62186... Somewhere once, in the stables of the tower ...
>>62187Find yourself a professional. Someone who can take a 10 on a DC 35
>>62185"And they made you to be an intelligent sword? Did he want company?"
>>62183This was the problem we had with the drag and drop system. You may have accidentally selected that, it may be something with your browser, or it may be a new problem caused by updates to the Javascript that have just been added. My guess is either you just didn't click something right, or there's something on your end. Are you using a phone?
Posting test image
>>62188"Well I knew those...... I just forgot...."
Looks away in shame
>>62188What happened to the acorn?
>>62189I'm using a phone
It works on /test/
>>62189"Nae, it was so we could cause trouble to evil-doers! Since he had no magic and no steed, Warzdid figured he'd give him a unique advantage. Nobody expects the sword to *be* a character!"
In game terms, that allowed Warzdid's player to role-play shenanigens while Warzdid was memorizing spells and meta couldn't join in.
>>62192Is it also in the stables?
>>62195Yes, it was on the floor when Tracy struck it and then went temporarily insane. Its still there now.
>>62194"I see. Want to tell me more about yourself? About Aeons gone by?"
>>62198"You just don't learn do you?"
[1d20 = 7]>>62200Tracy relentlessly continues her attempts to destroy the acorn.
What's it's hardness?
>>62199"Aye lad, in time. In time. Now, fetch me some more booz! I hear they have a tap in this version of the tower!"
>>62201No u
[1d20 = 8]
>tfw no daggers to cut through wood
*Crushes with hooves*
[1d20 = 17]>>62203Fuck you, tree egg!
>>62204The acorn disappears from Tracy's hooves.
>>62205*Snorts a tiny whisp of smoke*
"Grrr..!*
"Fucking white cunt is still around..!" Tracy curses, clearly put off after hearing Troll's voice
>>62202"Uh... okay"
Trumpaladin heads towards the kitchen, and once there, retrieves whiskey from the tap
*sniffs ground, just making sure the acorn is gone*
Fucking acorn.
This isn't over.
>>62188>Looks towards LenosOn what check? Crafting or use magical device?
Detect Good to sense traces of magick from that acorn.
>>62215Like that'll stop me.
>>62173*Constructs plaground, school and Gay marriage field behind orphanage*
*takes birdies for a walk*
So whatever happened to the acorn?
>>62229It "disappeared from her hooves", but did it ever reappear?
>>62230I'm going to kill that acorn.
>>62229>>62230>>62231She can't just keep getting away with it!
If it has hit points, you can break it. Nothing is indestructible.
I will find da wey.
Hey, Torc, remember to send Felicia back.
Fug, we're gonna have a lot of players...
*continues grinding in holodeck* for combat expertise
*Grinds in Holodeck for Weapon Focus*
>>62266*trains improved bull rush*
>>62268Didn't he do that already with Tracy?
Learn Awesome Blow.
>"Torcuil and Death sittin in a tree"
"Damn you"
>"K-I-S-S-I-N-G"
"What are you, 10?"
>"First comes love, then comes marriage, then comes Torcuil pushing a baby carriage."
"I hate you"
>"No you don't"
>>62271I love snek and torcs comedy act. Ever think about becoming a comic?
>>62272Honestly? No.
Mainly cause I can't draw
*brushes birdies*
*Fixes their bows*
>>62266*training regime abruptly changes to Spring Attack*
Alright then, let's begin. When we last left off in any sort of story-line sense, the party was speeding in their variety of ways to Infernius' rescue/retrieval. Trump, Fae, Stix, Torcuil, Snek, and Tracy all stand before a thick set of vault doors, themselves in a room maybe 30'x30'. At the same time, Thez and Torcuil speed toward Infernius through the floor and underground structure of Cardashil via the ethereal plane, this time without the aid of flying midgits.
As the Double doors come forcefully to a halt, they can see the room is dark, apparently having no light source inside. A few dozen feet out, they can see the beginnings of remains, bits and pieces. Beyond that, there begin to be larger portions, legs and arms. Then torsos, then bodies. An eerie silence issues from the open doors.
>>62234What spell was used for this anyway? Was it Lesser Planar Binding?
>>62278*Is still hiding behind rest of party as cover, hoping for a sneak attack*
>>62278>"Uh, where's the idiot who feeds me?"Meanwhile, on the ethereal planeTorcuil (not being burdened with leprechauns) says something quite calmly and rationally to Thez.
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH"
>>62278Cast Daylight into the room, if that is possible
Isnt lenos with trump and tracy?
>>62283Yes, and Stix and Fae in the 30x30 room looking into the dark, opened room
>>62278I forget do i have my items or not?
Are there any stix or something rigid at least 2 feet long?
>>62286Are you looking for a staff?
>>62286We have a pony named stix that is at least 2 feet long
>>62283Yes, I forgot Lenos in the initial description.
>>62282Beaming light of purest Footbal springs forth from Trump illuminating further into the room showing further in the amount of debris along into this room is excessive and massive in scale. So much so, that the way in is more of a path of the lowest wedge between two piles. The way forward is narrow and difficult to maneuver.
A
*ding!* sound emits from all the assembled IDs.
In response to the sunlight rays that pierce the darkness so obviously a wave of screeching hiss sounds can be heard all over in the distance.
>>62289*reeeees at hissing*
>>62289Trumpaladin checks his ID with a move action, and Detects evil as a standard action. If both are not possible, check ID for the message
>>62289*Ducking for cover intensifies*
*Readies weapons*
>>62289Stix readies an arrow.
“Well... something was not pleased”
[1d20 = 1]>>62291That Bitch has sent a message. It reads: "The only other way in is through an overhead chute, but that's restricted to corpses. I assumed you didn't want to enter that way."
Nothing in rage on the detection.
*seeing the light lenos quits looking for a stick or something similar and looks into the room the hissing noise came from*
The sound of scrambling over shifting and tumbling gore suddenly rumbles in the distance.
>someone use detect undead before I fly at this thing.
>>62293Snek slithers up to Stix and lays behind him
>"Oh I wish I could talk to you fuckers. Where did that idiot go?"
>>62293>>62295>>62294>>62292"It seems like we must go forward. Onwards"
Move forward 20 feet and Detect evil.
Fae moves forward to remain 5 feet besides Trumpaladin and detects undead in kind
>>62299Tracy stays back, using Fae's large-sized body as just enough cover to hide.
... And waits to roll initiative.
>>62299Moves up beside the paladin.
>>62301Snek slowly slithers forward too
*sticks hands in pockets and slowly ambles behind everyone*
>>62304Snek looks at the cursed brownie and begins hissing
"Can you speak snake?"
>>62305*hisses back* When its necessary
>>62306>"Oh thanks goodness. So, where's Torcuil? And what's the plan?"
>>62299The ceiling is vast, with a large track of some sort about 50' in the air running along the wall and inward in a grid pattern.
Suddenly forms start pepperg the radius of Trump's spell, humanoid and running forward in a savage motion being eerily quiet despite their numbers.
Anyone with darkvision exceeding 60' can interject a round activity prior to the humanoids appearing.
>>62307Not sure where torc is other then that he is with Thez. As to the plan we are going to fibd and rescue that idiot of an apprentice of mine
>>62308>exceeding 60Dammit..
Tracy draws her chain and holds it in her claw-hands, eadying for combat.
>>62312"Steady lad, I'm still a wee tipsy from the other night," Vandereim says to the suddenly more resplendent (and he was already shining like the sun) Trump.
>>62311Tracy stands with Dark and Edgy, her clawed hands whirling her 60' golden spiked chain.
>>62309>"Hopefully he's having a better time than me"Snek draws his Luger and prepares
What's the damage roll/critical on the lugers?
>>62313Did Fae's spell confirm they were undead?
*Readies for combat, eyes and ears open, nostrils flared (gore doesn't bother her
that much) trying to sense what's approaching*
>>62313"Well, we're back into the heat right now. Maybe this will help you."
Trumpaladin removes a flask of grain alcohol from his suit, and pours some in Vanderiem's mouth
"Looks like you're gonna have some more fun today"
>>62315At the risk of meta gaming, I'm under the impression that all enemies are now beyond the range of effect for Detect spells>>62301"Are you sure you're up for this? Anyways, I must say that that bitch mentioned the existence of a chute specifically for corpses... makes me wonder what goes on in this city"
>>62316“I suppose we will find out he answer to both soon enough.”
>>62315Moderate undead auras penetrate Fae's
detection radius at the same time the humanoids do.
>>62316Good of you lad.
I have Trump 20' in, Fae 15' in, Lenos at the door, Tracy is hiding? and Snek would probably be at the opposite end of the door. Stix is in the room with his bow ready, am I forgetting anyone
Otherwise, roll for initiative.
Torcuil and Thez I will get to in a moment.
>>62318Let's have Fae to Trumpaladin's right side, also 20 feet in, if there is enough room abreast to allow for that. I think Stix said he also moved forward, though that is less than certain
[1d20+6 = 8][1d20 = 18]>>62319Rolling. Fae is the one with +6 and Trumpaladin is the one with no modifier
[1d20 = 12]
>"I wish I wasn't so squishy."
Initiative
[1d20+7 = 18]>>62318"Oh great, more corpses.." Tracy grumbles unenthusiastically.
>>62325>+7She's got a +4 dex modifier. Not +7. And She doesn't have improved initiative
>>62326She has 20 Dex, plus Improved Reaction.
Correct, Stix is next to Trump, presumably opposite Fae, or potentially in between.
I have the starting order as Trump/Tracy, Snek, Stix, and Lenos
The creatures are 30 away now. Their gaunt, pale, and leathery skin stretched tight across shrivelled torsos and limbs.
Behind those, scores more forms break the detection radius, from all conceivable direction. they're travelling at full speed in a rush.
[1d20 = 16]>>62330Just read along for the time being gm will let you know when your character is introduced
Forgot to delet the dice from the email feild
>>62331Trumapaladin readies a full action attack for when they close in range, and Fae does the same
[4d20 = 38]>>62328How many of them visible? Is the door behind them in sight?
Tracy lashes out with her chain at the closest one she sees, all the while looking for the way past the horde.
>>62330Your character will be introduced once we resolve the current situation. Please enjoy for the next period and take the time to observe the format.
>>62335Did she kill it? Can she cleave?
[2d4+5 = 12]
Tracy hits 3 of them with her chain, since its a reach weapon.
The other 30 or so visible remain unharmed, while 3 of them have reasonable gashes.
>>62341Are they holding their ground or charging?
As they run into combat range, their straggly hair locked into a giant afro everyone at the perimeter gets an attack of opportunity. That's right, I forgot that aspect of the idea. Their skin is not sheet white, its black.
[2d20 = 30]>>62343Attack of opportunity Trump
Attack of Opportunity Fae
Trumpaladin to Fae and Stix
"Were these victims of the flamethrowers? Their skin appears darker"
[1d20 = 10]>>62343Oh god dammit...
Brad, you've got like +10 Charisma, right? Try to turn them.
Rolling to attack whatever attacks her.
[1d20 = 17]>>62343Stix’ attack of opportunity
“I hope not.”
>>62344Both Trump and Fae (will, on her turn) destroy the first available target, Trump getting an automatic Cleave attempt.
>>62345Knowing that sneak attacks are useless against undead, Tracy double-stabs the first available. She's behind Trump/Fae? Is she ahead of or behind Stix or behind?
[1d20 = 10]>>62347Huzzah! Cleave
>>62347She's as far back as the range of her chain allows, behind him.
Can she take a 5 foot step back?
>>62349Tracy Takes a step back, Cleaving a second black. Combat reflexes?
>>62350Yes. Her dex is +5.
[2d8+2 = 14]
[1d20 = 20]
Gonna go ahead and roll Snek's attack.
He targets the nearest... Thing.
[1d10 = 10]>>62352>20Oh yeah. That triggers an icy burst.
>>62351Not cleave rather, attack of opportunity.
>>62352Capping one in the shoulder, and then in the face, Snek drops one of the charging creatures. He thp thps the air in satisfaction looking comically murderous in his Pinochet hat and sunglasses.
>>62355The chain should also have infinite AoOs, iirc.
Snek is best reptile.
>>62355>Happy 'thp thp'-ing intensifies>"Ha, already a better shot than the wizard."
>>62356Not infinite, it depends on the dex modifier. A 20 would be required to get a cleave just so you know, for those who haven't gone or have combat reflexes
>>62357Because shits and giggles, let's say Torc was scrying Shek:
1) out of worry
2) to distract himself from Thez's flying
3) their dialogue is fun
"HOW?"
>"Read it and weap. One hit, one kill. No luck, pure skill.""Bullshit, that was all luck"
>"Keep telling yourself that if it makes you feel better."
[1d20 = 20]
Stix fires an arrow at the freaks before him
>>62361>headshotAnother black goes skidding to the ground
[3d20 = 29]
Meanwhile, Infernius is being jumped down upon from above. Roll is a non-combative grapple, with a +2 bonus cuz from above.
Can Tracy attach again now?
[1d8+2 = 4]>>62346An additional black has an arrow sticking from its chest
Trump did get the additional attack, I just misspoke when I called it a cleave. He still has 2 attacks and Fae has 1. When doing so, are they attacking the same targets as before, or different ones?
[1d20 = 16][2d20 = 13]>>62365Rolling for the last round, two attacks Trump and one Fae. Unless this is a new round
[4d20 = 58]
Tracy lashes out at the next nearest black
>>62368"Bucking shambling porch monkeys, I didn't come here to re-kill corpses all night. How do we get past these things?" Tracy hisses, as she pierces through another black
"Is that bull even still in one piece?"
>>62366Hit for Fae, one for Trump. At the same time Tracy flails at the first and then the second black, getting a cleave attempt to kill the second one.
As the advancing black line closes more than half of them show damage, however behind them is a line of 2/row, then three/row after that and so on; each level of separation showing more volume per half-circumference ring. Those outside the door are about to get mobbed, and those inside the door have a moment to decide what to do. Stix and Snek get ranged attacks.
[2d8+2 = 10]
[1d20+11 = 25]
>"GET PHYSICALLY REMOVED!"
[1d20 = 16]>>62370Stix takes another shot at the closest one
“We seem to be overwhelmed! What’s the plan?”
[1d20 = 17]>>62370Cleav'n
>>62373"I got this. Just you wait"
>>62377Would pet, but she's too far away
>>62378Keep one hand free to turn.
Will y'all be available to play tonight?
>>62381I'll be available to resume in less than 4 hours, and having gotten 13 hours of sleep I should be far more present and effective
>>62382Great. Hope to have a fun session.
We left off yesterday with the advance party being swarmed from three sides by blacks, the lot of them slamming into Trump, Stix, and Fae, others leaping over and colliding with Tracy. From Lenos', Snek's, and Tracy's perspective, the three of them were partially enveloped by a mass of countless blacks hissing and screaming abominably. Running at a frenzied pace they quickly filled in behind one another and reached and climbed on top of and over one another.
I could roll it out, but it involves about 16 slam attack rolls and 16 grapple checks just for the advancing line. Besides, that's not what happens.
As the advancing wave of blacks surrounds and gets just within arm's reach a sense-numbing crack cuts through the scene, and from the party's perspective, everything goes black.
Thez, coming to just beyond Infernius' empathic link, braces for one final jump before releasing the etherealness she has on herself and Torcuil. Phasing through the roof of the oversized warehouse of gore, two things immediately alert her attention. The first is that even though hearing is generally muted by the constant wind in the ethereal plane, she was certain she heard a sort of "bang" sound, and that her load had just gotten lighter. The second thing she noted, specifically the one that distracted her from engaging airwalk some 25 feet above the top of a large mound of bodies on which scrambled 3-4 blacks searching vigorously for something, was that she couldn't detect Infernius anymore. And so she went tumbling into a pile of corpses surrounded by walking corpses in a warehouse full of corpses.
Meanwhile,... or perhaps I should say later on,...
Trump, Fae, Tracy, Torcuil, Stix, Snek, Infernius, and Lenos collectively appear with a <CRACK> in an place that they were not just moments ago. It is a desolate windswept place, the skies darkened and wasted desert all around. The only visible thing nearby is a large series of painted signs and bulletin boards. The whole of it seems vaguely reminiscent of the MLP season 5 finale where Twilight shows Glimmer the future.
>>62384>"Oh hey, it's my idiot. Where are we you magic loving fuck.""I could say the same to you. As for where we are... I haven't a clue."
Snek slithers over to Torc keeping his Luger at the ready, as Torc readys his staff of power.
>>62384... Were they too big for Brad to turn, even with like +10 charisma?