>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.
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>>65075
>him
[grumbling intensifies]
"Okay.. let's hop to and get this battle over with."
*scans hellscape*
".. Hmmm not as bad as I figured.."
>him
[grumbling intensifies]
"Okay.. let's hop to and get this battle over with."
*scans hellscape*
".. Hmmm not as bad as I figured.."
"Shall we be leaving?"
The building standing before is wrought of molded obsidan-steel (you've heard of glass steel?) spiralling around the base of what appears to be a short mountain. All across the mountainside are lights, flickering on and off, moving this way amd that.
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Well aside from GM being a faggot (I did warn in the OP), who all is joining the "Stealth" group, and who is staying behind to (essentially) wait on the 'elevator'?
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>>65097
*stares*
She doesn't say anything, but he can clearly sense that she strongly advises against coming*
*stares*
She doesn't say anything, but he can clearly sense that she strongly advises against coming*
>>65105
"The fewer people we have sneaking in, the greater the likelihood we go undetected. I'm not saying don't, but Tracy and Stix could probably manage."
"The fewer people we have sneaking in, the greater the likelihood we go undetected. I'm not saying don't, but Tracy and Stix could probably manage."
"Are you comfortable with that Tracy, or does anyone else want to go?"
A> "I wanna go!"
"You are staying here with us!"
A> "Fine,...."
A> "I wanna go!"
"You are staying here with us!"
A> "Fine,...."
>>65111
"Why would she not scout ahead? She is one of the few to have the talent, and if she needs babysitting, there are none better over here"
"Why would she not scout ahead? She is one of the few to have the talent, and if she needs babysitting, there are none better over here"
>>65113
Tracy seems vaguely uncertain (she hasn't actually known Stix for that long), but doesn't protest
"You just keep your eyes open to see if any guards come by, while I focus on what I need to do."
Tracy seems vaguely uncertain (she hasn't actually known Stix for that long), but doesn't protest
"You just keep your eyes open to see if any guards come by, while I focus on what I need to do."
>>65112
Thez smirks at how easy it is to goad Tracy into motion. She sets off along an apparent road of sorts toward what looks like at times is a main gate, but for the moment looks like a wall made out of obsidian stalagmites impossibly close together, which reach up a good 50' or more. Addy follows close behind, as does Kiynen in lady form.
Thez smirks at how easy it is to goad Tracy into motion. She sets off along an apparent road of sorts toward what looks like at times is a main gate, but for the moment looks like a wall made out of obsidian stalagmites impossibly close together, which reach up a good 50' or more. Addy follows close behind, as does Kiynen in lady form.
Snek decides fuck Torc's orders, he's a strong independent snake and joins the stealth party.
After only a few feet, Tracy slips into nothingness. Its a place that she goes sometimes where feelings are displaced, there's only sensation and response and an underlying urge to stab. To the untrained observer she simply vanishes mid-stride.
>>65113
Roll a stealth check with modifier (skill and dex)
>>65113
Roll a stealth check with modifier (skill and dex)
>>65120
Because we talked about it. Also, you can't hide in plain sight. That's a level 17 Ranger power. Not a level 13 rogue power
Because we talked about it. Also, you can't hide in plain sight. That's a level 17 Ranger power. Not a level 13 rogue power
>>65123
There's sufficient debris to blend in with. So Tracy and co speed off toward the edge of the wall, while everyone else(?) ventures toward the gate.
There's sufficient debris to blend in with. So Tracy and co speed off toward the edge of the wall, while everyone else(?) ventures toward the gate.
>>65125
Torc is, understandably, a bit shocked at his 30 foot long snake just disappearing.
"They never listen"
He then proceeds to just sit and wait for the scouting party to return.
Torc is, understandably, a bit shocked at his 30 foot long snake just disappearing.
"They never listen"
He then proceeds to just sit and wait for the scouting party to return.
>>65128
Stealth group arrives at the wall. It's an impressive structure, seemingly feet thick at the base given the shape of the spires that form it. No apparent weaknesses present themselves as they begin to examine the area. As they're investigating, a sloshing sound coupled with motion occurs further on.
Stealth group arrives at the wall. It's an impressive structure, seemingly feet thick at the base given the shape of the spires that form it. No apparent weaknesses present themselves as they begin to examine the area. As they're investigating, a sloshing sound coupled with motion occurs further on.
>>65131
After a few moments, the sound occurs again. As Tracy lingers, a foul odor greets her from that direction.
After a few moments, the sound occurs again. As Tracy lingers, a foul odor greets her from that direction.
[1d20 = 3]
>>65132
Can Snek make a scent check on that?
This'll be my roll if yes, you can ignore if the answer is no.
>>65132
Can Snek make a scent check on that?
This'll be my roll if yes, you can ignore if the answer is no.
>>65132
"Something's there." Tracy whispers
Tracy switches her cane to sword form and prepares to stab literally anything she encounters.
She takes a move action to determine the location of scent, particularly if it's moving towards them or away.
"Something's there." Tracy whispers
Tracy switches her cane to sword form and prepares to stab literally anything she encounters.
She takes a move action to determine the location of scent, particularly if it's moving towards them or away.
>>65133
Oh, its hard to mistake the smell of offal. As they approach to inspect, it appears to be a waste disposal chute, about 3' in diameter. Its been stuck through the wall at an angle. The wall continues past it.
Oh, its hard to mistake the smell of offal. As they approach to inspect, it appears to be a waste disposal chute, about 3' in diameter. Its been stuck through the wall at an angle. The wall continues past it.
>>65136
Like "melt your bones off" kind of waste, "can't approach without vomiting" kind of waste or "damn gurl, this shit is nasty!" kind of sewage?
Like "melt your bones off" kind of waste, "can't approach without vomiting" kind of waste or "damn gurl, this shit is nasty!" kind of sewage?
>>65135
Tracy's eyes linger on the sewage tube for a moment, before continuing forward
"Old habit die hard.." she mumbles, before she ushers the others to follow her slowly
Tracy's eyes linger on the sewage tube for a moment, before continuing forward
"Old habit die hard.." she mumbles, before she ushers the others to follow her slowly
>>65144
Nah, Lenos stayed behind cuz you hadn't posted. He gave Snek Improved Invisibility as he was leaving though.
Nah, Lenos stayed behind cuz you hadn't posted. He gave Snek Improved Invisibility as he was leaving though.
>>65148
Just barely about what you'd get from an empathetic link: vague feelings or intentions
>"What's that boy? Little Johnny fell down the well?"
>[hissing sounds]
Just barely about what you'd get from an empathetic link: vague feelings or intentions
>"What's that boy? Little Johnny fell down the well?"
>[hissing sounds]
>>65149
Well, it occurs to Snek that he could easily fit through the waste pipe, and filth doesn't really bother him. If he wants, he has the option to make his way down the tube while Tracy and Stix continue on.
Well, it occurs to Snek that he could easily fit through the waste pipe, and filth doesn't really bother him. If he wants, he has the option to make his way down the tube while Tracy and Stix continue on.
>>65151
Well, this situation can't get any worse so why not
>"Geronimo"
Stix and Tracy hear faint hissing
Well, this situation can't get any worse so why not
>"Geronimo"
Stix and Tracy hear faint hissing
>>65153
Tracy's ears perk towards the pipe suspiciously, but she dismisses it as gas escaping the pipe.
Tracy's ears perk towards the pipe suspiciously, but she dismisses it as gas escaping the pipe.
[2d20 = 13]
>>65153
Snek dives in, in complete disregard of all the,... well you don't wanna know. He glides along quickly, without any obstruction.
Meanwhile Tracy and Stix continue along the wall.
>>65153
Snek dives in, in complete disregard of all the,... well you don't wanna know. He glides along quickly, without any obstruction.
Meanwhile Tracy and Stix continue along the wall.
[1d20+20 = 29]
>>65160
Tracy doesn't say anything, but her ears swivel left and right like little satellite dishes (I know, I use that image a lot)
She looks around for what made her timgle
Search check
>>65160
Tracy doesn't say anything, but her ears swivel left and right like little satellite dishes (I know, I use that image a lot)
She looks around for what made her timgle
Search check
>>65159
>>65160
As they both freeze in place, a gust of air cracks in the wall immediately adjacent. Unnatural breaks appear along the wall, and a portion of the wall opens up. Imagine that the top 3' of a 6' section folded inward toward the ceiling, and the bottom 3' folded toward the floor.
Now imagine that on the other side of this sudden opening were about 20 flesh-bag looking things, carrying trashbags.
>>65160
As they both freeze in place, a gust of air cracks in the wall immediately adjacent. Unnatural breaks appear along the wall, and a portion of the wall opens up. Imagine that the top 3' of a 6' section folded inward toward the ceiling, and the bottom 3' folded toward the floor.
Now imagine that on the other side of this sudden opening were about 20 flesh-bag looking things, carrying trashbags.
The fleshbags greeble and glorp in some form of language to one another. For a moment the fleshbags seem intent on glarbling about Duck Dynasty, whatever that is.
>>65166
Roll a fortitude check, Stix too
>>65166
Roll a fortitude check, Stix too
Passing magnificently, both Tracy and Stix have the presence of mind to stay still while the flesblobs umber past with their loads. For a moment, what appears to be an elevator or sorts, designed for large capacity, sits empty.
>>65170
Tracy stares at the fleshy things for a second or two before turning to the elevator
"I guess this is our stop.." she says, unsure
*steps into elevator-thing*
Tracy stares at the fleshy things for a second or two before turning to the elevator
"I guess this is our stop.." she says, unsure
*steps into elevator-thing*
[elevator music]
>>65174
He gets on the elevator just as the flesh-bags amble their way back toward the elevator at Tracy and himself. Wut do?
He gets on the elevator just as the flesh-bags amble their way back toward the elevator at Tracy and himself. Wut do?
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