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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[1d20 = 1]
>>62291
That 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.
>>62291
That 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.
>>62293
Snek slithers up to Stix and lays behind him
>"Oh I wish I could talk to you fuckers. Where did that idiot go?"
Snek slithers up to Stix and lays behind him
>"Oh I wish I could talk to you fuckers. Where did that idiot go?"
>>62299
Tracy stays back, using Fae's large-sized body as just enough cover to hide.
... And waits to roll initiative.
Tracy stays back, using Fae's large-sized body as just enough cover to hide.
... And waits to roll initiative.
>>62299
The 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.
The 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.
>>62307
Not 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
Not 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 60
Dammit..
Tracy draws her chain and holds it in her claw-hands, eadying for combat.
>exceeding 60
Dammit..
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.
>>62311
Tracy stands with Dark and Edgy, her clawed hands whirling her 60' golden spiked chain.
"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.
>>62311
Tracy 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?
>"Hopefully he's having a better time than me"
Snek draws his Luger and prepares
What's the damage roll/critical on the lugers?
>>62313
Did 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*
Did 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"
>>62315
At 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"
"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"
>>62315
At 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"
>>62315
Moderate undead auras penetrate Fae's
detection radius at the same time the humanoids do.
>>62316
Good 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
Moderate undead auras penetrate Fae's
detection radius at the same time the humanoids do.
>>62316
Good 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.
Torcuil and Thez I will get to in a moment.
>>62318
Let'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
Let'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]
>>62319
Rolling. Fae is the one with +6 and Trumpaladin is the one with no modifier
[1d20 = 18]
>>62319
Rolling. Fae is the one with +6 and Trumpaladin is the one with no modifier
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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
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]
>>62330
Just read along for the time being gm will let you know when your character is introduced
>>62330
Just 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
>>62331
Trumapaladin readies a full action attack for when they close in range, and Fae does the same
Trumapaladin readies a full action attack for when they close in range, and Fae does the same
[4d20 = 38]
>>62328
How 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.
>>62328
How 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.
>>62330
Your character will be introduced once we resolve the current situation. Please enjoy for the next period and take the time to observe the format.
Your character will be introduced once we resolve the current situation. Please enjoy for the next period and take the time to observe the format.
The other 30 or so visible remain unharmed, while 3 of them have reasonable gashes.
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]
>>62343
Attack of opportunity Trump
Attack of Opportunity Fae
Trumpaladin to Fae and Stix
"Were these victims of the flamethrowers? Their skin appears darker"
>>62343
Attack of opportunity Trump
Attack of Opportunity Fae
Trumpaladin to Fae and Stix
"Were these victims of the flamethrowers? Their skin appears darker"
[1d20 = 10]
>>62343
Oh god dammit...
Brad, you've got like +10 Charisma, right? Try to turn them.
Rolling to attack whatever attacks her.
>>62343
Oh god dammit...
Brad, you've got like +10 Charisma, right? Try to turn them.
Rolling to attack whatever attacks her.
>>62347
She's as far back as the range of her chain allows, behind him.
Can she take a 5 foot step back?
She's as far back as the range of her chain allows, behind him.
Can she take a 5 foot step back?
[2d8+2 = 14]
[1d20 = 20]
Gonna go ahead and roll Snek's attack.
He targets the nearest... Thing.
[1d20 = 20]
Gonna go ahead and roll Snek's attack.
He targets the nearest... Thing.
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>>62356
Not 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
Not 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
>>62357
Because 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."
Because 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."
[3d20 = 29]
Meanwhile, Infernius is being jumped down upon from above. Roll is a non-combative grapple, with a +2 bonus cuz from above.
Meanwhile, Infernius is being jumped down upon from above. Roll is a non-combative grapple, with a +2 bonus cuz from above.
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[1d8+2 = 4]
>>62346
An 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?
>>62346
An 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]
>>62365
Rolling for the last round, two attacks Trump and one Fae. Unless this is a new round
[2d20 = 13]
>>62365
Rolling 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
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?"
"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?"
>>62366
Hit 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.
Hit 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.
[1d20 = 16]
>>62370
Stix takes another shot at the closest one
“We seem to be overwhelmed! What’s the plan?”
>>62370
Stix takes another shot at the closest one
“We seem to be overwhelmed! What’s the plan?”
>>62381
I'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
I'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
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.
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.
>"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.
>>62385
The whole place is buffered by a wind, less severe but as constant as that of the Ethereal plane, but no one seems to be around. Next to the signs is a large path, its self only slightly less desolate than the ground on either side. A non-penalty inducing chill runs through everyone, as the wind quickly saps excess heat.
The whole place is buffered by a wind, less severe but as constant as that of the Ethereal plane, but no one seems to be around. Next to the signs is a large path, its self only slightly less desolate than the ground on either side. A non-penalty inducing chill runs through everyone, as the wind quickly saps excess heat.
>>62387
>A non-penalty inducing chill runs through everyone, as the wind quickly saps excess heat.
Trumpaladin is now grateful to wear two suits and a cloak
>A non-penalty inducing chill runs through everyone, as the wind quickly saps excess heat.
Trumpaladin is now grateful to wear two suits and a cloak
>>62386
Not too big, too many. Brad's maximum HD damage roll is 36. Plus, he would have had to do that last round.
>>62389
Its a map of sorts, but none of the locations on it are familiar, aside from some consistent geographical aspects. Sparintenar, Cardishore, Krenshal, and most notably Port Barry are nowhere to be seen. What is listed is a number of different colored fires, slave detainment facilities, some strange Grove called Bohemian, and a strange place called Dubai. Toward the bottom there are a series of wanted posters, several of which bear curious likenesses.
Not too big, too many. Brad's maximum HD damage roll is 36. Plus, he would have had to do that last round.
>>62389
Its a map of sorts, but none of the locations on it are familiar, aside from some consistent geographical aspects. Sparintenar, Cardishore, Krenshal, and most notably Port Barry are nowhere to be seen. What is listed is a number of different colored fires, slave detainment facilities, some strange Grove called Bohemian, and a strange place called Dubai. Toward the bottom there are a series of wanted posters, several of which bear curious likenesses.
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