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,....
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[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.
>>62156>gets a 1 trying to destroy a gift from TrollestiaThis has to hurt. I have to make this one hurt.
>>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*
>>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.
>>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?
>>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*
>>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.
>>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*
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.
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*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.
>>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*