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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>>62493"I hate you for this"
>"Damn I wish I had a painter so I could post this to 4Crow."Snek carries the mergnome and follows the others
>>62498“I don’t want to alarm you Trumpaladin, but wouldn’t the port be among first to be raided looking for us?”
>>62502*Running intensifies*
[Panicked pony noises]
"Hnnnng..!"
*Little birds visibly circle the top of Tracy's head*
>>62502"We can view it from a distance if necessary. I trust those citizens still like me, I think some may help, and I can talk my way out of things.... But we can hide in the forest as we pass by. I just want to see if anything happened to them. I would hate if anything happened to them"
\r
>>62496Speeding off with increasing elevation over more wasted desert, Infernius cuts over the edge of a mountain line seeing a number of brighly lit and in some cases burning mine shaft surrounded by infernal encampments and denizens. As he flies along he notices a ring of encampments also surrounding Durpistan, with additional shapes moving independently in the sky above. The city looks in shambles, not that it was well off before, and there is a significant amount of movement inside the walls.
>>62506Tracy's pretty feast, what does she spot on the ground?
>>62504Mr. Snek's 4Crow greenscroll
>me be>GiantConstrictor.tapestry>A familiar for an idiot sorcerer>Nice guy though>Today we ended up in a strange place>DesertedWasteland.painting>Our rogue as a great idea>Turns my sorcerer into a fish>MySides.tapestry>Sorcerer complains about disguise>Turns into a mergnome>MySidesHaveFallinOffTheSidesOfTheEarth.tapestry>Didn't have my painter with me so I couldn't get a painting *approaches outskirts of encampment*
'reeeee where are my birds?!' evhoes through Tracy's mind
>>62514*Reeeeeee where are you thez*
Echos through infernuis mind.
"REEEEE I'M A MERGNOME! Also, I wonder how Death is doing"
Echos through Torc's mind
>>62518"I'm sure she's been really busy lately." Tracy grumbles from the front of the cart
“REEEEEEE I’m actually sticks now. And a whole lot more flammable...”
Echos through Stix’ mind
>>62514If she were really concerned about that, she would be heading towards the last location of the birds - the Tower
>>62520He's not actually sticks, he just looks like it.
>>62521Tracy doesn't know where it is.
Besides, Thez outta come first.
>>62524Probably just a slash-and-burn path, desu.
Demons don't do infrastructure.
*searches for signs of life anywhere*
"I love the smell of miasma in the morning." *snorts smoke*
As Infernius approaches the perimeter of the Durpistan line - and upon approach he, and then Tracy not far behind discover that there is a mass of creatures assembled outside Durpistan in an encamped seige preventing entry or exit. The creatures are not of a type that has been seen before, but they are almost reptilian and arranged by color. Mostly Blues at the front, with reds and greens in small bunches behind and around.
>>62528*lips lips*
Tracy slows somewhat as she approaches the encampment, treading carefully as to avoid drawing attention.
Btw, how has the terrain around Durpistan changed? Is there still a forest nearby?
>>62528"Oh joy, this should be fun"
>>62528*stops above monsters*
*pisses on them*
*continues towards thez*
">Thez can you hear me, me coming."
>>62531"Shut up, NEET!" Tracy hisses, as she slows to a sneak
>>62529Nope, no forests or plant life, just flat desolation. The reptilian creatures seem entirely fixated inward, mostly at a grey reptilian shouting orders and wipping the group into a frenzy, but plenty of others are watching a particularly large blue one maneuver its way through one of the holes in the wall of Durpistan.
>>62532Are you serious? Pissing on?
>>62534So, no cover on the terrain?
Tracy continues to approach silently, eyeing the reptilians.
>>62536"Hey, NEET, do you have any invisibility?"
>>62537"Uh, yeah. What's out there? And what do you want invisibility on?"
>>62538"Reptilians, it looks like; and I wanna see what these fags are up to before I jaunt."
>>62539Nevermind. No jaunting.
Better restock on demon's blood asap.
>>62539"Oh shit, reptilians? I better break out the ice spells too. Also, here you go-"
Torc casts invisibility on Tracy
"Remember it will stop if you attack"
>"You hit me with an ice spell and I'll kick your ass""Yeah yeah, just have your gun ready if need be"
[1d20+25 = 30]>>62541Once the invisibility spell is cast on her, Tracy Sneaks closer.
Rolling to Move Silently
>>62534Trumpaladin advances North towards the Vicinity of where Port Barry was known to be on Fae, who is 80% the speed of Uatachit
>>62535Because it wasn't enough to just risk detection, Infernius decides to make certain to technically piss off and literally piss on the new faction present. Shouts of alarm and wtf begin pointing and declaring his presence, and several of the figures flying around zero in on him and maneuver to intercept.
>>62541Tracy is made invisible.
>>62543Arriving at his destination slightly in advance of the others arriving at theirs, the first thing he notices is that there is no port to Port Barry, and the second thing he notices is that little remains of the General's Stadium. The wall is mostly destroyed and depleted, and anything living has long since abandoned the area. An occasional piece of support beam is all that remains of the dock, and most of the surviving structures are caving in on themselves and overgrown.
>>62546Tracy slivers closer to the pissed-off/on reptilians, attempting to see past them.
>>62546What of the path towards the tower?
>>62547They don't speak a language that Tracy can comprehend, but they're clearly quite agitated and alarmed at Infernius' presence, and quite eager to see him beaten for his obstinance. Meanwhile the large Blue one has entered the city, to which a bone-curdling roar can be heard.
>>62548Trump Tower is nowhere to be seen.
>>62549The paths in general, are they overgrown? Still used?
[1d20 = 11]>>62546"Hmmm well shit."
*lands*
"Sorry me didnt see you down here"
*bluff*
>>62549Tracy slows even more and fixates on the space past the Blue creature, ears perked at the roaring.
>>62550No, but upon approaching the stadium, he begins to notice additions to the interior design.
>>62551Uhm,... where is he landing exactly? Shouldn't your question be "is there a readily available place to land" to which I would say "NO!"?
>>62553I want to land by the guys i pissed on.
Oh come now, theres NO WHERE to land?
>>62553Fascinating. What has been added to the interior? How long since it has been used?
>>62549“They... they really did raid the place...”
Stares in shock
>>62555Mostly the rows of long spikes with dessicated corpses impaled along them. The corpses - I should say - are still moving. Many of them, despite their obvious filth are wearing clearly identifiable attire.
>>62557They are still moving... What attire is that? Do they appear to be undead or recently impaled?
>>62556A beaten and thoroughly bloodied corpse of that large blue reptilian is suddenly flung from one of the overhead breaches in the Durpistan Dome structure. It spins along as it flies through the air, landing with a crackling thud amidst the reptilian line.
>>62560"Hmmm.. Looks like there's a siege going on here..." Tracy whispers
Tracy peeks past the corridor from which the lizard flew.
Is the attacker visible?
>>62559On one end it appears to be the Generals, on the other end it appears to be the Gestapo. They appear to have been in this position for a long time, years perhaps. The whole scene is almost a morbid parody of Football.
>>62561As Infernius contemplates a place to land as well as wtf that was, he is attacked by two flying creatures swooping down on him.
>>62562The attacker is inside Durpistan, with complete concealment. Tracy can slowly make her way through the crowd, taking a 10 on her move silently as long as she goes slow, due to the ambient sound of the crowd.
>>62564Reeeeeeee my men! Reeee port bary!!
>>62567Okay, she does that then.
Is that factoring in her folding cart? (that has Lenos and Torc in it)
>>62570She threw him in the cart, remember?
How else would he have been able to keep up with her?
>>62563Trumpaladin has a horrified expression and feeling, but largely remains calm. He examines the scene further. Now, is there insignia anywhere? The spikes, are they normal wood or something else?
But most importantly, you say the corpses are
still moving? Are they undead? Detect undead. Also, is there something I should roll like a knowledge check?
>>62572They're all undead. Unrecoverable to a man, by resurrection or otherwise. Nothing short of a wish could bring them back.
>>62568Infernius is suddenly reminded of the time that Illusionist pulled a fast one on him, and he thought that there were no kittens. Except this time, he knows it is true. In this world there are no kittens.
>>62573Tracy advances into the city.
>>62573“W-who would do this? What did they do to deserve such a fate?”
>>62573"ALL MY KITTYSSSSSSSS NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO"
>>62571Yeah, but I didn't realize she was taking the cart too.
Also
REEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE NORFILLY
>>62573Now here's the realy question, and I am unsure quite how to ask it - does it appear that the city was sacked by Undead, or by Outsiders? I would think that since both have attacked Port Barry, Trumpaladin has a point of comparison. What sort of undead have they been turned into? Is it a sort that spreads virally and indicates direct infection? There's probably a knowledge check or something here like knowlegde religion. Could Fae know?
Trumpaladin re-kills the undead corpses of once noble men and loyal followers. He removes their corpses from the spikes, and gathers them in a pile atop wood, and burns the corpses. He says the funeral prayers for both Football and Rockwell upon them, hoping to bring peace, and a dignified end to these men of faith and strength
>>62575Immediately upon entry, Tracy discovers that the reptilians are themselves not to keep to enter, because for one there's a huge throng of zombies milling about the area. In addition to that, there's a very oversized and rather familiar black dragon perched on top of a ruined building, roaring loudly with fresh blood across its claws and teeth.
>>62576Eventually, the two come across a plaque. In crudely hammered brass is written. "To Commemorate the Defeat and Destruction of Football"
>>62581
Yes. Kiynen has gotten big since the last time Tracy saw her.
>>62580Tracy looks up at the building
"Killy?!"
>>62582Torc slowly sticks his head out of the cart.
"Pssst, Tracy. Who's this dragon?"
>>62583*pokes lenos with sharp stick to wake him up*
>>62584*pokes Torc, because reasons*
>>62576Trumpaladin touches holy water to the foreheads of one of the men. It burns to the touch. He says to pony:
"That's what I'm trying to figure out. I think that when we left we were fighting an internal dispute within the Imperial Court, which was the Emperor against the Undead. I get the impression that the Undead destroyed the city, and then were replaced by fiends who broke through when the divine chains holding them back held them no longer. But I am unsure"
>>62580silently swears vengeance >>62585"Ouch. But who's the dragon. They look kinda familiar."
>"Finally, another reptile to talk to" >>62587"Who was the last dragon we left here?" Tracy hisses
[1d20 = 6]>>62587Being an idiot, and totally missing that part I just mentioned about a herd of zombies inside the city, which is where Tracy took the cart, let's see if they were detected!
>>62582>>62580I knew we should have killed thar bitch.
>>62588"Oh... OH"
Torc's eyes brighten a bit
"Oh yeah! Think she'll remember us?"
>>62590We agreed that she'd go to the Ocean on the northern shore, but noooo. She overstayed her visa in Durpistan
>>62593T H I S
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I'll get the stix pony to make an edit
[2d20+12 = 29]Luckily they're zombies, none of them notice the whispering wizard atop the cart, guided by the invisible Medusa-gorgon.
>>62592Durpistan was the idea. She feeds from the ocean, but otherwise lives in Durpistan.
>>62593You say that now.
In any case, Infernius is getting attacked by 2 sonic lances.
[6d6 = 20]
[6d6 = 9]
One hits Infernius, the other hits the other creature.
>>62595Tracy moves closer to the dragon.
>>62595Torc considers flying to the dragon, but decides it's too much of a risk
>>62599Is the fly in the buttermilk?
>>62597As Tracy gets closer, Kiynen sniffs the air, and zeroes in on Tracy's position, but unable to focus on her.
>>62599From midair?
Uatchit looks back at Infernius, somehow able to express confusion and disbelief, but vanishes into a pouf of smoke and resuming her place as a sort of pin on Infernius' attire.