>Mixed Nuts
To some, its a delightful role-playing venture based (loosely) on 3.5e D&D rules. To others especially a particular german poster,… love you btw its the worst thing to happen to Mlpol (which is saying something, cuz there's,….).
>What it do
On weekends we engage a dynamic storyline based largely on the GM's capacity to create and illustrate the situation. Sometimes he's a faggot tho.
>What about me?
New players and shitposters are always welcome. We have prohibited excessive >lewd, and non-players can assume casual roles as available (at the moment the world is a desolate wasteland tho so not for a bit). Ordinarily we have several side-characters with their own existing backstories, as well as a few player contributions including a very sad Alex Jones or Yak Lee, a literal MLP yak trained as a monk. If wanting to play, make a post about it in thread and there's plenty of anons who can steer anon in the right direction.
For the time being the party has successfully conquered the Gigajew, and through the tunnels beneath has all-kinds-of tortured to almost death (there will be more) James Alefantis and several patrons/staff of Comet Ping Pong. Through this tunnel network, there is only one direction to go, and that is the upper path, which seems to lead toward the usurped Trump Tower.
/vx/ - Videogames and Paranormal
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With a quick glance around the area, as well as inside, Thez strides boldly into the building. It looks reminiscent of the scene in LOTR before the Balrog attacks, except everything is shiny and gilt. There's an endless array of hallways branching off in every direction, none of which are marked in any way.
>>65321
"Same as electricity, which is odd considering some devils specialize in ice, but are immune to fire." o_O
"Same as electricity, which is odd considering some devils specialize in ice, but are immune to fire." o_O
As the party moves forward into the building, a few fleshbags in the area gasp and hide in various areas as available. A sound of whispering emanates from throughout.
A posh phantasm that looks vaguely reminiscent of Squidward from Avengers movie coalesces in front of Thez, and thereby the party.
"Commoner! What business have you in the Grand house of Bogdanoff?!"
"Commoner! What business have you in the Grand house of Bogdanoff?!"
"In fact, how did you even get into the building?"
T>"We came in the front gate. It was open, and seemed welcoming," Thez says with a sneer.
T>"We came in the front gate. It was open, and seemed welcoming," Thez says with a sneer.
>>65336
I would've been that, but Tracy already has physical knives as part of her character. They're currently well-oiled.
I would've been that, but Tracy already has physical knives as part of her character. They're currently well-oiled.
>>65333
Nice trips.
"I see you lot are of a more contemptible variety. What claim do you have to present yourself in this house. Answer quickly, I have no time or patience for,... lower-classed."
Thez sneers again. "I claim right to challenge the master of the house."
To this, the phantasm disappears with a gasp.
Nice trips.
"I see you lot are of a more contemptible variety. What claim do you have to present yourself in this house. Answer quickly, I have no time or patience for,... lower-classed."
Thez sneers again. "I claim right to challenge the master of the house."
To this, the phantasm disappears with a gasp.
The phantasm reappears momentarily. "Preposterous! All who have right of claim are present in the throne room. There are none others who have this right!"
"As principle of the house of Thez, I challenge the master of Baatorr."
"The house of,... who did you say?"
"As principle of the house of Thez, I challenge the master of Baatorr."
"The house of,... who did you say?"
Thez looks sidelong at Kiynen, and gives a slight nod.
In response, Kiynen douses the phantasm in acid.
>>65342
"Because what we're doing is unprecedented. Ordinarily, challengers don't walk in the front gate. To be honest, only a fool would do that. Except, that's our only option."
In response, Kiynen douses the phantasm in acid.
>>65342
"Because what we're doing is unprecedented. Ordinarily, challengers don't walk in the front gate. To be honest, only a fool would do that. Except, that's our only option."
The clarinet player dissolves rapidly, in a fit of "No u!".
>>65344
"Don't mind him, he's inconsequential. Besides, I'm sure the message was received."
And indeed it was.
>>65344
"Don't mind him, he's inconsequential. Besides, I'm sure the message was received."
And indeed it was.
>>65343
"Good thing none of us where smart enough to run away from this"
Except Snek, the fucking asshole
"Good thing none of us where smart enough to run away from this"
Except Snek, the fucking asshole
>>65346
Don't worry, I haven't forgotten about Snek.
The scene begins to distort and spin around the party, almost dizzyingly. As the apparent surroundings begin to blur with eachother, a resounding (and curiously familiar) <CRACK> resounds.
Suddenly, the party finds themselves standing in a very large and open area, spacious almost like a Football field, except marble floors and wicked finery. At one end is a ziggurat, upon which sits the most massive infernal that has ever been seen (even considering Soros). This creatures bears two heads, both with monstrous chins. A low rumbling, vaguely reminiscent of a chuckle, resonates throughout the chamber. Along the walls (which are impossibly far away, as though this 'room' is a dimension in its self) are all manner of diabolical and abyssal creatures (more the former than the latter) all whispering amongst themselves in hushed tones.
Don't worry, I haven't forgotten about Snek.
The scene begins to distort and spin around the party, almost dizzyingly. As the apparent surroundings begin to blur with eachother, a resounding (and curiously familiar) <CRACK> resounds.
Suddenly, the party finds themselves standing in a very large and open area, spacious almost like a Football field, except marble floors and wicked finery. At one end is a ziggurat, upon which sits the most massive infernal that has ever been seen (even considering Soros). This creatures bears two heads, both with monstrous chins. A low rumbling, vaguely reminiscent of a chuckle, resonates throughout the chamber. Along the walls (which are impossibly far away, as though this 'room' is a dimension in its self) are all manner of diabolical and abyssal creatures (more the former than the latter) all whispering amongst themselves in hushed tones.
"You're uglier than the last time I saw you. Where's your brother?" Thez announces challengingly.
The massive Bog-creature smirks from both its mouths. Wordlessly, it booms from the rafters.
WELCOME TO MY HOUSE, PRINCIPLE OF,... THEZ? PLEASED I AM THAT THE RUMORS OF YOUR DEMISE WERE UNFOUNDED. BY ALL INDICATION THERE WERE NONE LEFT, EXCEPT PERHAPS AN INSIGNIFICANT FLEA.
WELCOME TO MY HOUSE, PRINCIPLE OF,... THEZ? PLEASED I AM THAT THE RUMORS OF YOUR DEMISE WERE UNFOUNDED. BY ALL INDICATION THERE WERE NONE LEFT, EXCEPT PERHAPS AN INSIGNIFICANT FLEA.
Tracy just draws-out her knives an hunkers down for the oncoming blood-orgy.
Trumpaladin pulls out a cheap necklace, the sort which you attach dog tags to, places the the Ring of Protection on it, and then hangs it around Fae's Neck
Torc decides finally try his ear cuff of blinking, and also activates his shield.
At a glance he looks very confident, but those really focusing on him will notice a bit of fear.
At a glance he looks very confident, but those really focusing on him will notice a bit of fear.
I chop some guys in half.
>>65375
None immediately. There's a wide berth between the group (formation) and the surrounding.
Sneering menacingly, Igritchkora looks to a pedestal on his right, on which a sphere rests. The sphere levitates off the pedestal.
YOU ARE A FOOL. HOWEVER, YOUR RIGHT TO BE A FOOL IS UNDENIABLE
Igritchkora begins to stand, beams and wafts of energy sucking into the throne as he does so. Upon standing upright from the throne, the Bog appears to be an ordinary man in a neat suit, except with two heads.
"WHAT ARE YOUR TERMS" he intones, this more verbally than previous.
"No weapons, no items, no equipment of any kind."
None immediately. There's a wide berth between the group (formation) and the surrounding.
Sneering menacingly, Igritchkora looks to a pedestal on his right, on which a sphere rests. The sphere levitates off the pedestal.
YOU ARE A FOOL. HOWEVER, YOUR RIGHT TO BE A FOOL IS UNDENIABLE
Igritchkora begins to stand, beams and wafts of energy sucking into the throne as he does so. Upon standing upright from the throne, the Bog appears to be an ordinary man in a neat suit, except with two heads.
"WHAT ARE YOUR TERMS" he intones, this more verbally than previous.
"No weapons, no items, no equipment of any kind."
"YOU SHALL HAVE YOUR CHANCE." he says, standing before the throne. "DO NOT REGRET THIS CHOICE," he says with a smirk.
Thez adopts a fighting stance, casting Shield on herself as she does so. Bog casts Unholy Aura.
Thez adopts a fighting stance, casting Shield on herself as she does so. Bog casts Unholy Aura.
Casting a sidelong glance at the party, Thez whispers. "Thank you, all of you. When everything happened, I lost all hope. I won't lose.'
And with that, the battle between Thez and Bog begins. And as it does so, some chatter comes from the periphery. None if it is expressly directed at the party, but much of it seems to relate. Comments of "I want that one," and "I have dibs on the shiny motherfucker," start to echo and resound from the surrounding masses.
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So, we have two dragons (are they in dragon form? I don't think so so far), a shiny paladin, a murder hoers, a skinny guy, a dirty hoers, a pissy dragonne, a bull,... am I forgetting anyone? Cuz 'they're' pulling lots to see who gets to eat you first.
[17d6 = 60]
Torc decides he doesn't like this group drawling lots to see who gets eaten, he actually finds the idea of men eating men pretty gay.
So he solves it the one way he knows how to.
Electroshock therapy.
Chain lightning FTW
Torc decides he doesn't like this group drawling lots to see who gets eaten, he actually finds the idea of men eating men pretty gay.
So he solves it the one way he knows how to.
Electroshock therapy.
Chain lightning FTW
This would be a good time for players to roll for initiative tho
>>65402
As the lightning arcs to, through, and to those immediately surrounding, a clear and refined voice issues from the mass, as many in the 'front' part ways.
"That, my good man (and he is mine, the voice murmers to those surrounding), will cost you."
As the lightning arcs to, through, and to those immediately surrounding, a clear and refined voice issues from the mass, as many in the 'front' part ways.
"That, my good man (and he is mine, the voice murmers to those surrounding), will cost you."
[1d20+4 = 13]
[1d20+4 = 18]
So far:
Stix 3
Lenos 2
Infernius 3
Torcuil 3
Trump 8
Fae 20
dice is Addy, Kiynen, and did I miss anyone?
[1d20+4 = 18]
So far:
Stix 3
Lenos 2
Infernius 3
Torcuil 3
Trump 8
Fae 20
dice is Addy, Kiynen, and did I miss anyone?
*brushes birdies*
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