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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*sharpens knives on sharpening stone*
>>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.
>>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.
[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?”