>Mixed NutsTo some, its a delightful role-playing venture based (loosely) on 3.5e D&D rules. To others its the worst thing to happen to Mlpol
>What it doOn weekends we engage a dynamic storyline based largely on the GM's capacity to create and illustrate the ongoing storyline.
>What about me?New players and shitposters are always welcome. We have prohibited excessive >lewd, but non-players can assume casual roles as available (at the moment the world is a desolate wasteland tho so not for a bit) or work with existing players and GM to create a new character. 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, Taylor Swift,... there's others. 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.
Currently the party is facing almost certain death. Thez squares off against Igritchkora of Bog, while the party - and Torcuil in particular - have managed to piss off an entire royal court of devils and demons. They're in hell though, so at least their opponents will politely wait their turn.
Previous initiative tally
>>65413 → +Tracy (27)
Well, Torc has successfully pissed of a devil.
This should end well
>>65424Trunpaladin attempts to tweet out
"Bogandoff's claim to hell is as fake as his science papers. Let's see that birth certificate! #MakeHellGreatAgain"
General layout. Red is the party's formation, Thez and Bog are above, the ziggurat is beyond, and the curvy orange line is the court. Don't let that its a line suggest there's not lots of them. There's hundreds. And emerging from near-abouts where Torcuil sent the chain-lightning emerges from the crowd a very tall and slender fiend, his features more yellowish than the conventional red. His wings flutter about him like a cloak, and he moves gracefully. "And here I wasn't even going to involve myself in this little skirmish, but now you've gone and violated my NAP," he says drawing out a sinister and twisted (literally) looking rapier made out of what appears to be molded and beaten obsidian. "Now you must answer to Dru'tZil of House Kyrshar."
"But I'll be a sport about it! I'll give you to the count of three," he says with supreme confidents, as a handful of other devils fill in around him, evidently of the same house by their coloration. "One."
>>65426Tracy, with her invisible sword drawn and her mantle aflutter, holds a concealed object to Infernius and Whispers something to him.
>>65427She takes a step in Torc's direction, ready to guard him.
>>65430"Gonna stay out of it my fucking ass"
Record-scratching sound
>>65434
If you want, I can write you in right now,... but you're not going to like it if I do
>>65437Elaborate. Sympathy is a specific type of spell.
>>65436If you're not opposed, start by rolling a d20
>>65439Nice roll Mr. Laughter. You'll be early in the order.
>>65440K, so intending to effect the devils present. In what capacity is it being cast? To draw them away from the party, to keep them in position?
Also, is anyone else doing anything?
>>65441I cast it on tracys concealed object. And to draw them.
>>65442Torc is yelling at the devil.
Waiting...
>>65442I call the devil that wants to >rape torc a faggot.
>>65437And with that, Tracy whips an object out from beneath her cloak and shows it to the crowd.
>pic relWith all her might, she draws back and kicks the flashing white-and-black sphere to the edge of the crowd before the devils.
>>65441Both, tbh.
I meant it like a banana-kick, but the purpose is to distract any demons not buff enough to resist the save, and cause chaos among the otherwise carefully-planned devils.
>>65443Interesting choice. Alright
fugging calculations, on the ball I assume? Roll a d20 + 17
>>65444Yelling what?
>>65445Noted
>>65446*devils not buff enough
>>65448A lot of devils have spell resistance and high Will saves, but they'll be pissed when the others stop following orders and/or jump into a massive dogpile screaming "My precious!"
>>65450Bloody hell..!
>>65446So like an overhead volley kick sorta thing?
>>65448k
>>65450Maybe you should use the room dice? Or the script Atlas is using?
>>65455I'm having a hard time believing the impartiality of our dice system...
>>65455Yeah, arching like a curve-ball, with intention to fly over the heads of as many devils as possible spinning tantalizingly before planting itself somewhere within the ranks.
>>65456Much better. ^_^
>>65460Nice try, but no.
Alright. Torcuil and Infernius spit epithets at Dru'tZil, the latter after doing his thing to the ball. Lenos and Kiynen flap their wings, poised in a defensive fighting position, their tails lashing menacingly.
And then Tracy does her thing.
The entire collection, and I mean
virtually the *entire* collection of devils look up at the ball as it sails magestically overhead. Almost like those green guys from Toy Story, an echoing "Ooooooooooooohhhhhhhh," reverberates from the whole crowd.
"Two," Dru'tZil says, his eyes darting to the ball for a moment, not realizing that the entirety of the mob, including the several devils that were moving to his side, are now lumbering away toward the ball.
As the mob centers around the ball and away from their previous position, a number of well suited and distinctive fiends stand there in a variety of dramatic poses. One wonders how long they have been standing there waiting for the opportunity, given that none of them shifted position for effect.
Moves?
[1d20 = 8]
Addy taps Thez' staff 3x against the ground, causing shadows to stretch, loom, and linger over the area. Its not sufficient to grant concealment, but it does,... wait, where did she go?
>>65464Torc casts eagle's splendor upon himself
>>65464I'd assume that mostly consumed Tracy's action.
She steps back towards Torc and Infernius, preparing to guard them in the upcoming melee.
>>65466"Shhhh"
>>65468That action was last round. "Two" is the next round.
As this is going on, Bog raises his Unholy Aura, his massive form seeming to waft black-ish flames, darkening in a sinister manner.
Thez however casts Shield on herself.
>>65469Tracy begins fighting defensively, preparing to guard Torc and Infernius as a readied action, and using her cloak to conceal herself until her next action, with her invisible sword poking out somewhere along the side.
She sizes up the oncoming bad boiz up ahead, and prepares to leap into a flanking position if any of them come towards the casters.
>>65472
That spell is gonna' last 34 hours.
Go play the 4cc anthem to them as they wrestle for the ball.
>>65472
Strumming intensely, as he has no idea what is going on, Rethgual stares at the strange and darkly robed form in front of him. He has no idea what is going on, so he continues to strum, as he is good at it, and it always seems to calm him. As he looks at the robed figure, a beeping sound occurs. The figure sighs, and reaches out a skeletal hand with a device strapped to the bony wrist. "Oh what is it now?" says an irritated woman's voice.
>>65473Yeah, I know. It was a brilliant move, and with that caster-level check, everyone short of pit fiends are now starting to fight over the ball.
>>65474I hope she's gets a good bonus for all those extra hours she's been putting in.
>>65470Also, Torc has the shield and blinking activated>>65476Kek
>>65477I don't follow your meaning, and you didn't follow my foreshadowing (I don't think)
Torc whispers to Infernius a bit, asking a bit of a favor.
>>65480I meant I hope Death's employer has been treating her fairly for putting in all these overtime hours over the past 15 years.
[1d20+30 = 48]
A <klack> sound resounds from Addy's former position.
"Three," says DZ.
And with a wink, he is acrobatically vaulting over the party, and engaging a precise strike on Torcuil.
>>65482Oh, so you did catch that
>>65483I'll start the funeral planning
>>65484>>65482>>65474>Torcuil snaps through 100 4th walls"Did someone mention Death?"
>>65483That could hurt...
Tracy was guarding him, can she make an attack of opportunity to flank him?
>>65428You still here?
>>65489Ah, good, because the melee is about to get intense.
>>65481"Hmm,okay me can do that"
*bestow curse to Dru'tZil(con)*
"Reeeee no one hits him but me!"
>>65476"Hell? What the fuck for?" the robed figure says in front of Rethgual. "Oh well, you can come too then," she says, muttering something about sharing a taxi.
Grabbing him roughly by the shoulder, Rethgual is pulled through a singularity, which I'll leave it to the imagination as to what its like.
>>65485Ouch. I don't even need to roll.
>>65487Well, he's in the *middle* of a teleport-augmented acrobatic charge, so not so much.
As his wicked sword - which is barbed in both directions, so it shreds as it enters and exits - stabs a full 2/3rd the length (so, about 2'+)
through Torcuil, DZ twirls over Kiynen, who opportunistically tail slaps.
>>65492>throughBy that, do you mean because of the blinking, o because Torc just liquefied?
>>65492"Ah fuck, I can't believe you've done this..."
>dies>"I feel a disturbance in the force"
[1d2 = 2]With a slight force effect, her tail swishes just by the strange swashbuckling devil, as he twirls gracefully in the air, to land on the left side of the party.
Meanwhile Bog fires a pair of fireballs effortlessly at Thez. One speeds toward while the other lazily rounds at her. She tumbles gracefully away from the first, with the second veering in for a face-shot <whoof> which explodes ineffectively in the air, Thez appearing 30 yards to the perpendicular angle.
>>65493Oh, right. I forgot about that.
Oh shit. The appearance of the blade passing through Torcuil, and his experience of ripped and torn flesh was in fact sympathy pain, as Torcuil witnessed a refractive image of himself getting impaled, while he was safely inches away
>>65497HA-HA
>"Meh, false alarm"Does Torc get an
Attack spell of opportunity?
>>65497The meme man lives another round.
[1d20+11 = 12]
Gear-cuff to the rescue, Torcuil was just narrowly not-killed. Stix and Snek get AoO, as well as Tracy (ranged) and,... well,....
What appears to be a spinning golden disk darts out of the shadows where Addy was.
I don't even know how to interpret that. For one, its a pair of dubs. For two, its either 1 11 or its 111 or,...
>>65500When did Snek get there?
Stix and Snek get Attacks of Opportunity
One of these days we'll do the Side Adventures of Mr. Snek
[1d20+11 = 21]>>65504Okay okay.
Rollin
>>65505Sounds fun
[1d20+26 = 36]>>65500Tracy, lashes at his flank with her chain, intent on leaving him a nice litte cutie mark, if she doesn't disembowel him.
[1d20 = 12]>>65503Stix attacks
>>65507Holy shit, that flanking makes all the difference.
>>65508>>65506>>65507Attacks dart out from arrow, bullet, and chain. The former two strike solidly, though the arrow falls to the ground, unable to pierce the fiend's hide. The chain makes contact, gashing as DZ finishes his acrobatic charge.
>>65510You immediately materialize in a vastly wide and tall chamber. To your right is a skinny fellow in yellow. Heh, I didn't even plan that one. To your left is that darkly robed person you saw moments ago. What the fuck is going on?
>>65506"
YOU?"
To the party's surprise, Death has appeared, in this case touting a bard. A most insistent bard, I will say, who absolutely couldn't wait until we got back to nice-ville and wanted to spawn in literal hell. Beat's the heck out of a fire-trap entrance, I'll say that much
>>65512"DEATH?"Torc just about dies from happiness
Then just about dies when he realizes she's fucking pissed.
>>65512~Yay.
Flank-flank motherfucker.
"These guys are gonna kick your ass, you know that right?" says an emo-looking she-devil. Another chad-looking devil nods silently. Addy's throw, which almost stabbed Infernius in the leg, clangs to the ground in the distance, and then through force effect, levitates off the ground and drifts toward a section of shadow where Addy was. An excited clapping sound resonates from the area.
>>65512"HI I HAVE NO IDEA HOW I GOT HERE HOW ARE YOU"
[guitar playing intensifies]
[d20 = 18]
>>65515"Thanks for the encouragement Honey, so how are you?"
>>65516And like an unbidden mariachi, this bard fellow jumps into song. It may not be to the player's taste, but to the character, its catchy. Makes you feel like,... well,...
>>65518That wasn't from death, that's from one of the remaining fiends. This one looks like a thickly spined emo-chick with way too much makeup.
>>65518That wasn't her speaking
And by spines, I mean her whole body. "Like, go ahead an TRY and touch me asshole,...."
>hair tossing and dismissive gesturing intesifies
>>65520>she-devilI just saw this and I have a single response for my autism;
Je veux mortir
>>65515"Reeeeee that was too close!"
>>65520"Prepare for >rape"
>>65524"Jeh, vow mortar? What the fuck?" You're being laughed at now.
>>65523*tosses mane reflexively*
>>65526>You're being laughed at nowNot that I'm unfamiliar with the feeling, but that wasn't To-
Nevermind, wasting my breath.
Are the devils within 60ft?
Thez casts Mage Armor on self. Bog stops and begins laughing.
"Do you really think to stop me with first level magic? This is beyond the most absurd thing that has ever been conceived."
"Shut up and fight."
Bog casts Dispel Magic on area. Thez' 2 simple spells wink out ineffectively.
>>65528Not quite,
Slows playing to a gentle harmonic
"Whats going on here who are you people whats with the giant banana why was my body one with the cosmos???"
[d20 = 6]
>>65526"Lets see if you understand this, me am going to keep you as a sex slave goth bitch."
>>65531"Focus, bull..!" Tracy grows through the weapon in her maw
Skidding to the ground in a dramatic skid comes DZ, the swashbuckling devil, swishing moaningly with his rapier (the moaning both an effect of the souls trapped within it, as well as the manner in which the barbs cut the air. For reference, think that urn of souls thing from Kung Fu Panda
>>65524"I don't know what's going on, but I've got a contract to claim,
here. When you're
done implying Torcuil is dying maybe could I have a word?" Death whispers.
>>65534Cool sword.
I want it.
>>65534"Yeah no that's fine, it may be a little bit though. We gotta overthrow the kingdom of hell"
This isn't another mummy situation is it?
>>65534D-did he land close?
Thez casts True Strike on self. A flickering aura of tiny embers dances around her body. Bog laughs dismissively. "And what do you think will result of this action?"
Bog casts Invisibility, and vanishes.
"Do you think that you're going to just hit me, and then everything will be well. Look at those that your friends are engaging. Do you think this will go well for them? And what of your daughter? You have done well to hide this, but you must appreciate what is her overwhelmingly probable fate?"
>>65536Worse, though not nearly as bad as it could have been. That Sanctuary truncated icosahedron did sway things significantly. By the way, there have been deaths from among the devils who are still fighting over that.
>>65538>That Sanctuary truncated icosahedron did sway things significantlyYep, uh-huh I totally know what you are talking about.
>>65539>scared
>>65538Bog's laying down the trash talk with no let-up.
>>65540He means the ball idea was good thinking.
Now we only have to deal with the uber-bosses while everyone else in the fucking castle is held-up in a mortal combat clusterfuck over a single ball.
>>65543Not really. That 20 means someone popped the ball.
>>65544REEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE
>>65543Ah, yep totally got that.
>>65544Fuck
That erstwhile entirely-distracted mob of devils is now looking around, searching for something to distract themselves with, to lessen the pain of the pretty ball that once was and is no more.
[1d20+30 = 45]>>65548In a manner not dissimilar to the hoard of blacks some time ago, the devils begin to swarm and surge toward the party.
As they do so, DZ attempts another teleporting, acrobatic charge, attacks, this time spinning over Lenos in his departure.
As DZ appears behind Torcuil and thrusts his most wicked of rapiers through the other's chest from behind, pausing during the impalement to venture close and whisper, "No offense mate," he then draws the rapier from Torcuil in a dramatic stance, waiving any further motion. DZ now stands at the center of the party, Torcuil in dying at his feet. Stix and Snek get attacks of opportunity. I never filled in about Snek did I? Snek is peeking out of a ventilation shaft in the roof. From both ends, including pistol.
[1d20+38 = 53]
*lenos tries to swat dz out of the air with his tail*
[1d20 = 6]>>65553Another attack.... however an arrow is supposed to help, I don’t know...
[1d20+11 = 28]>>65553Snek fires as well as he can through the red mist.
>>65556Dat pali
And wtf happened to the quads?
The shadows where Addy was take form for a moment, swinging Thez' quarterstaff at DZ's legs ineffectively. Snek fires, which is deflected by some shiny black metal things on DZ's shoulders. With his wings wide in a dominant gesture, DZ is a skinny fiend in a pompous gambeson embroidered and detailed in an intricately elaborate fashion. Its moderately disturbing in overall aesthetics, but it maintains a degree of regality.
>>65553I think I kind of like DZ..
Others immediately surrounding DZ's position can take attacks of opportunity, or adjust initiative.
>>65561"... Nice blade.." Tracy says, the words falling out of her mouth involuntarily as she watches Torc's blood drip off of the rapier
>>65563>>65561Can i summon Adolf Hitler as a AOO?
[2d20 = 32]>>65563After taking an atosecond to admire his equipment, Tracy makes two rapid thrusts at him, flanking him with her own rapier, both with a +26 modifier.
DZ wipes his blade on his wings. "I hope there won't be any retaliation. It was business, after all."
Torcuil meanwhile, collapses in a heap.
At this point, almost anyone can take action. I'm venturing away from a turn-based system, and more basing it off player input. If a character is attempting to do too many things at once, I'll say something.
>>65566~Ooh, flanking crit!
>>65565You mean with Gate?
[1d20+11 = 15]>>65564"R-really Tracy?"
>>65567Snek decides it's time to shoot again
Thez meanwhile, is watching Torcuil die in a pool of his own blood, while Bog taunts her from an indiscernable location.
"You see? This was a fool's venture. Surely you must have known that this could never turn out for you? Except, no you
couldn't have known that could you? You were not
here. Well then. I'll let you in on a secret."
"This was our wish," Bog says, appearing next to Thez.
>>65565In what world does attack=summon?
>>65567Tracy just landed two Sneak attacks, and would continue to do as much damage as she can while she still can.
[4d20 = 26]>>65567Full-round sneak attack, if she has the time.
>>65571[1d20 = 14]I go for a stab with my sword then.
>>65574how do you use that system?
[1d20+17 = 29]>>65561"You know what goes great with a second attempt to kill the mage? Football. That's right. America's favorite goddamn pastime besides racism, frivolous litigation, and gun violence. Whether it's your Monday night line up, your plans to impress that chick you wanted to bang in high school, the list of reasons your father is disappointed in you, or your favorite moments with Tommy Wisseu, Football goes great with everything"
Tosses a Football at the devil
>>65573I mean... Meh?
>>65578Oh, look what the demons dragged in
no offense meant, kick their ass
Okay *this* is a melee. D&D makes melee seem like an orderly sequence of events, but no. Its a whole shit-ton of things happening at almost the same time, but in quarter-second increments.
>>65573Wow
>>65574Whats his BAB + STR?
>>65578A thundering sound echoes in the distance, through the walls and structures of the Bog balas. XDDDD
>>65580.... So.. Did she do some major damage before fucking up? She's got Deadly Precision..
>>65577[1 d 20] no spaces
[1d20+38 = 40]
*seeing torc die lenos roars and slashes at dz with his claws*
>>65566The chain strangely darts away and connects with those strange things on his shoulder. Her strike with the rapier connects successfully.
>>65583Lenos is breaking formation, despite the wave of devils about to attack?
[1d20+38 = 40]>>65584Sorry no i forgot how fare away he was
>>65580Trumpaladin smiles at the noise
"Sounds like your daddy is coming back to give you all those lessons in catch you missed as children."
>>65586>>65583What are the odds?
>>65588Of 2 2s, 1 in 400. Of any two numbers being repeated, 1 in 20
>>65584Hissing with rage, Tracy whirls her cloak to conceal herself, and makes another double-thrusting sneak attack with her invisible rapier.
[2d20 = 17]
>>65590I have no idea what I just rolled...
>>65585In a glorious arc of flame
cuz somehow Infernius remembered to ignite his sword DZ takes a swing from Infernius.
>>65590You can't double-attack with a single weapon
>>65592It's quickened though, right? 1 extra melee attack.
>>65592Did he attempt to catch the ball or did he come from a broken home with no father figure to learn how to play catch from?
[1d20 = 14]
DZ leaps dice feet in the air, and begins to gracefully fly/twirl using Technique; Device-enhanced Dramatic Acrobatic Parry.
[3d20+30 = 65]>>65597Had a +13 modifier on it, except I fugged the spacing. It was a 27' jump, spinning gracefully toward the ground and getting/causing attacks of opportunity.
Attacks are against Kiynen, Infernius, and Stix.
>>65597Freaking duelists..
*sarcastic grin*
>>65598"Fuck you twig boi!"
[1d20 = 3]
>>65594Actually, he sidesteps the football.
Those attacks don't have a 30 modifier actually, its +25, +20, +15, etc since they're successive attacks. So, 30, 36, 29 to K, I, and S
Meanwhile, Torcuil is rapidly bleeding out.
[1d20 = 17]>>65601Fires again
>>65602Wait, he's alive?!
Seeing this, Tracy pokes him desperately with her curing wand.
Also, the aforementioned (K, I, and S) also get AoO of their own.
>>65601"I see why you dance around up there like an underemployed ballerina. If you were down here, your ass would be beaten as quickly as Jeb!"
>>65602Lay of hands to restore 1 point of HP to Torcuil
>>65605Cure critical wounds on the autist
>>65604Well yeah, unless the person is horribly maimed/disfigured, you can usually heal them immediately after getting mauled and be okay. Death takes a round or two to set in, often.
>>65606This draws a sneer from his face.
>>65609Tracy makes sure the neat is stabilized, using her cloak to conceal the two of them for a few seconds.
[3d8 = 19]>>65608K
"Okay, this is just getting pathetic." Goth devil says.
Casts Cone of Cold, Maximized.
Roll reflex (dice 1d20+dex) saving throws, everyone
>>65609"I'm guessing your dance moves aren't any more impressive to the men than they are to us, otherwise you'd be out in the clubs in the Castro right now"
[1d20+8 = 25]
Stix’ reflex
>>65612"Hell is in Miami?"
>>65611REEEEEEEEEEEE
[1d20+8 = 18]
[1d20+15 = 31]>>65611"Coming from the expert on Pathetic. I've seen better moves from feverish homeless people dodging traffic in Washington. Better clothing too. Sad!"
>>65612[confused pony noises]
[2d20 = 25]>>65613Easily and effortlessly avoids a chilling wave of frigid energy, alongside Tracy with equal ease.
Infernius manages to jump aside, leaving Kiynen, Torcuil, Snek, and Addy. Dice is K and A
>>65617>>65615The Castro is San Fransisco's gayest gay district. The point is that if he were any good at being a duelist, he'd be trying to pick up gay men there
>>65621Well, I know that first part, I just figured Tracy wouldn't have any clue what he meant.
Frost growing along her scales and wings, Kiynen shrugs off the effects of the spell. Not uninjured, but not too bothered.
Meanwhile, that bard fellow is still standing there, and Death is patiently waiting for Torcuil to decide if he's dead or alive, since he just got hit by another spell (reflex save)
>>65624It's 2:30 where we are. He probably passed out after thinking he was dead.
it's getting late...
>>65624"Oh please. I get a cooler blast of air from opening my freezer door. You couldn't keep ice cream from melting in the summertime."
[1d20+2 = 19]>>65625We can semi-retire for the night. Dice is Torcuil's save. Save or not, the party made it to the initial threshold I pre-rolled for and can engage the denouement scenario/fight. Kudos (read bonus XP) to Tracy/Infernius for the
ricegame-ball no jutsu, that was one of those role-playing moves I was talking about that can totally sway the result.
>>65624"What a frigid bitch"
>>65628[laughs and slaps knee]
>>65627Well, I gotta pass out nao
Goodnight faggots
Even still bleeding, Torcuil has the presence of mind to escape the wave of cold. The perpetrator is one of three praying-mantis-lookin-motherfuckers, except they're blue and they're in midair and they're just kinda flying there. At the same time a handful of giant gargoyle-lookin' things flutter their wings angrily, the effects of the charm wearing off to their extreme dissatisfaction. A number of black shadows dart this way and that, as well as some whisps of steam. The party finds its self again surrounded on almost all sides, an open space between themselves and Thez, who still stands there listening to her surroundings, waiting for her opportunity.
>>65630Night, it's gonna be description, cinematics, and embellishment from here on, until tomorrow
[1d20+38 = 42]
*having dodged the cone of cold lenos leaps at dz to attack*
>>65631"That DZ fellow ran faster away from us than Bill Clinton at the sight of Chris Hansen. Who wants to get beat next?"
\r
>>65633Vaulting through the air to avoid the oncoming spell and unleashing his full draconic fury on DZ, Lenos performs a Death-From-Above maneuver.
DZ>Quickened Improved Teleport
Unfortunately, Lenos comes crashing to the ground, absent a target. From above and semi-flanking DZ appears with a swish sound.
"Hummmm. I guess there is Dragons," says the Chad devil.
"Oh yes, I had already decided to attack, I just hadn't said anything yet, for strategy," says a waif-ish devil.
>>65635*accepts high five*
A>"His shoulders have devices which intercept the first successful incoming attack!" shouts the shadows from underneath Kiynen, as well as some whispered conversation.
T>"He can teleport immediately, better than I can, even against a successful attack, but only once per moment!" Thez calls from the Bog fight.
"The others haven't even joined the fight. These allies of yours - these are them, correct? - they're being pressed by only one ranking house member. Oh their trick with homosexual marital union worked well enough, but it surely backfired. They're about to be swarmed with a legion of foes they cannot begin to fight against. Its a pity, and a wonder, that they're only appearing now." Bog continues to goad Thez, flitting in and out of invisibility.
A>"Doesn't one of you faggots have a Magic Circle against Law or some shit?" Addy curses.
T>"Hissatsu"
>>65638"Good idea"
*protection from law*
>>65636"Bitch Please. None of these jokers could stand even a moment against the Denver Broncos, and that Russian dancer girl that came out ahead had to flee to keep from getting raped by the drunken midget."
>>65640"Druken what"?
*cast storm of vengeance over the fiends*
So DZ has taken only 1 actual hit so far, the others are unharmed, and unnumbered so far, but its apparently several by a quick glance.
>>65641Which fiends? The mass of angry ones coming in from one direction, or the bored badasses in another?
Pic related is party situation. Orange is Trump/Fae (to be determined). Yellow is Torcuil, Green is Stix, the rest should be obvious, though Lenos has the gold stripes. The above lines are distant targets, with the blue being the cone of cold casters, and the yellow being DZ. The red arrows indicate the threshold of wave of aggravated devils who have been deprived their homosexuality.
[1d20+18 = 19][1d20+38 = 46]>>65639>>65641In order. As Infernius starts to cast the circle, Lenos steps in and interrupts his somatic gestures, grabbing his hands and diverting the paths.
Rolling called touch grapple and spellcraft checks on Lenos' behalf
>>65642The the mass of futball fags.
"Tracy keep dancing queen over there off me for a bit"
>>65643Lenos was grappling me?
That's surprising. Lenos did a less-than superior augmentation. Huh. Well, what was initially going to be Infernius' Circle v. Law is instead being rendered as a conical slice at specific radiuses. It was going to be a sperical subsection, which gets more bonuses, but for the time being, there is what appears to be a cylinder of energy surrounding the party's formation.
>>65646If you imagine the center of the planet being the tip of the cone, and you imagine the area around the party at a square, the vertical elevation being approximately equal to circular diameter, respective the slight variance to the conical increase. Its not
as solid as a sphere, but it beats the heck out of a circle.
Here's a rough rendering of the difference in circles versus conical subsections existing structures. For one, there's death from above. Circles have no ceilings, and can therefore be exploited.
>>65649"One of these days I'll explain the quantum-mechanics of spherical boundaries," Lenos says loomingly, his dragon form preventing the correct motions.
>>65650So about all thise saves
>>65651The dice was a grapple check, to determine if he was able to force Infernius to move properly. The spellcraft check was a fail, reducing it to conical form (it was going to be spherical form)
[1d20+11 = 17]>>65611Did I hear reflex?
>>65653Torcuil already passed his reflex save, I rolled for him on the spot. Its a good thing too, cuz he would be dead again with a roll like that. Wait, he gets a +11 modifier? Oh right, buffs. Okay. He rolled a 17 anyway, so flying colors.
>>65654Glad he isn't dying again
Those who have particpated and those who have followed, the story is reaching an obvious and inescapable resolution. Its hard to work one's self around such resolutions, and so instead, let us jump forward (or back, in this case) in time to where the party will find its self. Through a grand display of divergent magics, Thez has sent the party back to their originating place in the past, but they are not alone. With them, future-Thez sent Addy, as well as an extremely omenous scroll.
Work with me here, I'm trying to put the story at a more open-ended spot. We can resolve the previous later. Xp
>>65659Are they again surrounded by blacks on all sides?
>>65659YAY ADDY
"Okay, roll call time. Who isn't dead?"
>"I am totally dead"
>>65661"Uh me, although my back is kill, me cant move."
>>65663>>65662"Okay that's 4 for 7, anyone else?"
Alright, enough procrastination on my part. Returning to the scene in Hell, where 2 battles occur simultaneously between the party at large and a huge assortment of devils, and between Thez and Bog. Most recently, Bog had gone invisible to taunt Thez and draw out the battle. Having avoided attacking before and using only the simplest of spells, Bog felt content to watch what he expected would be the remainder of the party's demise.
Meanwhile Infernius had just completed a magic cylinder against the looming wave of devils in a frenzy. Just outside the boundary of the cylinder, crazed green beasts, corrupted insects, the most hellish of gargoyles, and a variety of other pace, loom, and surround the party. They are unable to cross the threshold, but they have the party totally surrounded.
Firing 2 shots into the group (cuz when there's that many its not a question of whether you hit something or not) Stix manages to kill one with a well-placed shot to the eye, and anger another one with a torso hit.
As the party analyzes their situation Lenos, in full dragon from says something to Kiynen in their native tongue. She smiles back at him and he says (this time in common) "Get to the center!"
Not waiting for acknowledgement, both dragons leap into the air (technically outside the field, but that's irrelevant) and in a spinning display cover the surrounding area in napalm and acid. Many creatures dive, twist, leap, and escape the spiralling wave of dragon fury, but a great many do not. Melting both from fire and from acid, easily half of the menacing group is quickly reduced to waste, and the remaining collection - as well as their apparent lords/leaders - is suddenly far less confident. As is Bog.
As steam an odor seep from the twisted masses and ruined bodies, Thez looks back toward where Bog had disappeared from.
"Peace has cost you your strength! Victory has defeated you!"
"IMPUDENT,...!" Bog roars in response.
He begins to start chanting, and as he does so 6 3' spheres appear in a hexagonal formation in front of him. Thez immediately leaps toward him, to close the distance. Gradually appearing, the magic of his newly chanted spell dispelling his invisibility, Bog holds forth his other hand and fires a fireball directly toward her. This one however doesn't come close to her, instead it explodes in between the two of them, filling the air with flame and granting momentary concealment.
Completing his spell, Bog launches the six fiery orbs at Thez' position, certain that the visual disruption would have prevented her from seeing him complete and launch the spell and also convinced that she wouldn't be foolish enough to jump into a fireball explosion.
Well, he was half right. As the fireball exploded before coming near, her immediate thought was to dive right through it, but knowing he had already started casting something she decided it would be better to avoid emerging from the fire to take an even worse spell to the face. <whooooof> porting underneath his last position, she uppercuts him in the taint, performing a Stunning Fist/Juuken, connecting solidly and completely, both from the surprise, and second from the True Strike spell she had cast on herself, just in case.
A thunderous <CRACK> splits through the whole of the area, and Bog drops down on one knee from the stunning impact, as the 6 Meteors (you got that that was Meteor Swarm right?) explode harmlessly around where Thez had been.
"I wasn't expecting you to bow, but don't let me stop you," Thez quips.
Breathing heavily for a moment, Bog glares at her before - with a quickened teleport - he vanishes and reappears 60' in the air, hovering effortlessly by use of his wings, central over the surrounded party.
"I'll destroy them all! Limbo-step can't be done twice in rapid session! Watch them all BURN" he yells at Thez, having accurately determined the ability that allows her to <whoooof> everywhere, and knowing its limitations. He begins chanting again, and a wave of flames explodes outward from his body, enveloping the whole area in a roaring inferno "".
At least, that's what he expected to happen. What he didn't know is that Limbo-Step (a Dimension Door spell-like ability) isn't the only ability that Thez has, its just the least taxing.
So when Bog teleported himself strategically over the party, intent on consuming them within the inferno's area of effect, he thought that there's no way Thez could close the distance in time (and he'd have been right, she'd have needed to start moving at full speed to pull that off). So when the inferno burst outward from him, we was most surprised indeed, when with a flash and a BLINK she appeared slightly behind him, driving a Sunder kick into one of his wings. With a sickening crunch, his wing failed him, both disrupting his spell and causing him to tumble toward the ground. Not finished, Thez unleashed a barrage of attacks in their fall, his excessively thick scales failing to prevent many of her precise and motivated strikes from landing.
Collapsing in a heap just outside the party, crushing several devils and sending others running to avoid his mass, Bog collapses in a heap just outside the protective field. Landing on the ground opposite him, Thez continues to taunt him as he wipes blood from his eyes.
"You haven't landed a single blow. Was getting beaten part of your plan?"
Seething with rage, Bog stammers in an attempt to come up with a suitable retort. His eyes twisted with fury, his expression suddenly calms.
"It wasn't until I remembered something. Starlight Glimmer is Best Pony."
Now as these Words of Blasphemy are uttered, a magical effect (several, actually) occurs. A shockwave almost, comprised of dark and evil energy blows outward. As it makes contact with the protective field around the party, a sizzling sound is the only warning that anyone inside has that the field would not protect them from this particular spell. As the wave makes contact with each character in succession, the Cloak of Chaos Addy had cast upon them gives them protection and spell resistance, but the level of spell in question - Bog has 44 HD - blows through and past the buffs that offers. In short, with a wave of malevolence everyone except for Thez and Lenos collapses and dies.
Not long, but an unknown amount of time later, the members of the party finds themselves coming awake. Thez and Lenos are holding a strategic distance from Bog, the three of them talking shit to one another as everyone else regains consciousness. The air is filled with little glowing scraps of what have the appearance of tissue paper. They drift gently through the air as though carried by a gentle breeze, and they drift deliberately toward and around the party. As they make contact, the glow fades away and the person appears to regain some amount of vitality. These strips are spewing constantly from the head of Thez' random stick, the tip of which has apparently been broken off. Strips fly out as though from a geyser, or perhaps a stream of insects hatching from a nest.
Thez and Lenos both bear a number of visible wounds and gashes, but Bog is all-but broken.
"This makes no sense. Your household was killed when I spoke Blasphemy! You should have lost your claim of challenge then!" Bog shrieks.
"Not that one. Remember how you could never kill me? No matter how effectively you and your goons laid traps and used formations and techniques, you could never quite beat me. I had a stone. It wasn't really all that powerful, but no matter how destroyed a person became, it would slowly put them back together. As long as I had that stone, I could not be killed, not without removing it. That stone is hers now," she says, pointing in the direction of Addy. "And unless you kill me, you'll never kill her! Lenos! Brownie Burp!"
And with a gesture resembling a salute, Lenos fills the area around Bog with a torrent of napalm. He does so in a spray, not designed to do direct damage, but to prevent immediate escape outside a quickened teleport. Which was the idea. And as he does so, Thez immediately follows suit. "Metsu," she says grimly, appearing in the air so that they're both at head-level, both hands held close holding a mass of sinister black energy.
And Bog is consumed by a blackened wave of destructive energy, his limbs shrivelling and scales darkening as though consumed in fire, his dying shrieks echoing throughout the now silent hall. The remaining devils present had not interfered in the fight, and were instead simply watching engrossed. As Thez lands not-so gracefully, she coughs up a viscous black liquid and stumble-steps a little.
>>65670*runs over to thez*
*cure critical wounds*
"Holy shit you killed them! Amazing!"
*eats some of bogs corpse*
>>65671No effect. In fact, she seems to be
losing vitality. The broken stick falls from her hand, and as it clatters to the ground, the fountain of glowing strips ends.
"Take care of her. I was overwhelmed when you left; I may act rashly," she says, a visible stoop in her posture, and she spits out some more black fluid.
>>65672"T-thez dont worry me can restore you,y- you can die."
>>65673"Not this time," she says grimly. Seemingly weaker by the moment, she shuffles toward the ziggurat. "This was always a one-way trip for me. No sacrifices?" she laughs "What do you think will become of this world when you go back? Will it even exist?" choughs up more black-shit. "No. Its already done."
Standing before the base of the ziggurat she steels herself one last time, and steps forward onto the structure.
As she does so, a technicolor array of flames spread out along her feet, and up her legs, causing her to flinch involuntarily. She takes another step and then another, each step enveloping her body more fully in flames, the putrid smell of burned flesh filling the chamber. As she continues to plod along, the flames increase in intensity, melting her hair and causing her flesh to droop morbidly. Her progress becoming more difficult, standing in the midst of a personal tornado of magical fire, she takes the first of the last few steps toward the pedestal upon which rests that weird sphere, and collapses to the ground at its feet. Her body surrounded by impossible intensity of magic, she crawls the last few steps and places her hand on the sphere.
Almost immediately, the area disappears (to the party) with a resounding <CRACK>. As Thez' limbs fail her, and as she collapses in a heap at the base of the pedestal, she smiles. "It was him after all," she says, as the the entire timeline ceases to exist.
>>65674"Reeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee thez!!!"
>>65677*drops to knees in shock and terror*
Returning to our previous point of expedition, Cardashil. The last the party had seen, there was a hoard of blacks pouring over them. Elsewhere, Thez and Torcuil were phasing through the ground to approach Infernius' position from another angle. That was the point that the party was removed from the equation. Not having fully grasped the cause/means of their removal (at time of reversing it) Thez did not return them to the moment that they had left. She instead returned them to the first significant moment that she could recall from that day, other than losing herself to the unconscious fury that overwhelmed her.
<CRACK>
The first thing that can be observed is that this room is the portal room, outside the room with piles of rot. There are smears, streaks, spatter, bits, gore, and all sorts of other 'embellishments' such that instead of its pristine and sterile appearance before, it looks more the halfway point toward looking like the next room, with its piles upon piles of bodies and those things that cause/eat bodies.
A whimpering noise ceases almost immediately, as the party comes aware of their appearance on the scene.
Tracy holds up Bog's giant tail Barb, still twitching, above her head like it we're a giant fish as she neighs in triumph.
"I GOT IT!" She shouts, still panting from the tension
The slow slapping sound of something/someone covered in mud or slime sounds from the giant warehouse adjacent to this one, but other than that there are no sounds. The whole area i silent. Slowly into view walks a figure covered in foulness beyond my ability to depict. I mean we're talking about multiple levels of rot and decay and fermentation and,... its just bad. The whole area fills with an odor so foul that I should make characters roll saving throws, but I won't.
>>65682Tracy just grunts at the smell, but she turns towards the figure, dropping the flopping trophy in her saddlebag.
>>65683As the figure walks more into the light, you can see its a short figure, a little above 4' tall. It slowly, numbly almost, raises up revealing a pair of eyes. Thez' eyes, Infernius notices.
The eyes dart around robotically almost, until they come to rest on Infernius. They focus for a moment, then a quick barrage of micro-expressions before, with an astonished look (everything else is covered in 1/2"+ of filth so the eyes are the only descriptive characteristic) the mass sobs audibly.
"I'nis?"
>>65686*hugs*
"Thez me am so glad to see you again!"
[1d20 = 16]>>65687Infernius is now liberally coated in filth as well.
"You were,... you were
gone. I couldn't find you anywhere, I couldn't
feel you anywhere. And you," she says glancing at Torcuil "You were gone, and there wasn't a trace of anyone. I looked for a trace. I looked all night for a trace. What time is it?" she says, losing coherence observably. Then her attention snaps back into focus, and she turns toward the dark shadow which everyone should know by now is Addy.
"YOU! You're from that LAST time! You WON'T get away!"
Thez, who appears to have been holding the quarterstaff (one of the things that when covered in filth broke up her sillhouette and made her seem less humanoid) attacks.
[1d20 = 10]>>65688*grapples*
[2d12+17 = 30][1d20 = 4]>>65689Counter-grapple to break
As Thez swings the staff, more like a sword than a double-ended stick (not that the former is ineffective, rather that's why she does it) th staff swiftly swings down on Addy, who weakly manages to raise her staff in defense. As she does so, and as the staves make contact, the one Addy is holding (which is vastly more worn, weathered, and old) snaps along the mid-line, ans she is thrown violently to the floor.
>>65690"Stop! That's your daughter!"
Thez is unable to break Infernius' grapple and Addy collapses to her knees. "Mom?" she asks faintly, lifting her fingers to her lip and drawing back blood.
Thez slows in her struggles for a moment, and then increases in intensity (non consequentially).
"I don't know what's going on, but if you don't let me go right now,...."
>>65691Not comprehending his words, but suddenly thinking for a moment, she looks to her own midsection. She struggles ineffectively a bit more, and while still beyond agitated, she stops struggling. Inwardly cursing herself for 'teaching' Infernius how to grapple, she spits out the words, "Let go of me! What's going on!"
>>65692"That a long story! But short answer is we were thrown into the future where soros evil is law!, we made it back because you beat bogs in duel. This is our daughter Adeline Adoplha preston al thez, from the future."
>>65693"Thats... fucking... absurd!" <whooof>
She appears away from Infernius, her staff in one hand and the folding saw in the other, both sufficiently disturbed of debris to make both distinguishable.
Addy sniffs, her adorable and velvety ears drooped in an expression of sadness that still doesn't comprehend the gravity of the situation, starts to sing.
https://youtu.be/gcBXn9hf8A8The obvious accompaniment wouldn't be there initially, obviously, but that weird bard guy - that still hasn't been explained - can sense the general key and mode that the song is in, and starts in on his guitar.As Adeline sings, a wasted expression of determination on her face, Thez' posture droops and loses its readiness.
Finishing the song, Addy dips her head and clutches herself, a stray tear falling as she does so.
"Where did,... where did you,... that song," Thez composes herself for a moment. "Who are you?"
>>65695"Listen here thez your not gonna hurt addy. Shes been through hell and back....growing up without a father..."
>>65696"Who is Addy?" she says, her hand unonsciously drifting toward her belly. "Do you know this person? I've seen them before, they snuck into the tower,... one time...." she says blushing deeply, evident even though her face is covered in slime.
>>65697*points at addy
probably throwing some slime on her *
"SHE is OUR Daughter FROM THE FUTURE! Without us*motions at the party* soros took over and..... it was bad,really bad."
With a nod from Trump, Fae swoops off into the giant warehouse of gore, while he fishes his Cardashil ID from his belongings. Booping it several times he is able to connect with That Bitch.
"OMFG, you're still alive!" comes the response.
>>65698Thez again glares sternly at Addy, who stands head-bowed after singing. Thez shuffles closer,... then back a bit,... then closer,... and then back a bit. She stands there still ready to attack, but with a thoroughly confused expression on her face.
"Thez?" Addy says, clearly not used to the term, "I was told to give you this." and she holds out a thin round object. As Thez takes it, and turns it in her hands, it can be seen to be Thez' old disguise mask, except this one (obviously the future one) is covered in cracks, and the colors are inverted.
"You're supposed to put it on," Addy says after a moment, in a manner that suggests she expects to be punished for saying it.
>>65699Tracy hisses at the sound of That Bitch's voice.
"A little warning would've been nice!" She shouts at the bitch who dropped the party into a warehouse full of niggers with no prior info
>>65700"Would you have agreed otherwise?" she says disbelievingly, from aside.
>>65701Tracy peers over the screen and flashes That Bitch a chilling look.
>>65699"You sacrificed yourself so we could come back."
>>65702Like a 'your ass would look great on my fireplace' look.
She then turn away in a huff, and does a headcount to make sure everyone's alive.
>>65703The inspects the mask at length. Looking suspiciously at Addy, then around at everyone and lastly at Infernius, she puts the mask on. There's a momentary flash of light, from the underside of the mask. Its brightness exceeds that of the ambient lighting, and is directed right at Thez' face, since she just put the mask on. She twitches a couple times, and then collapses in a heap, unconscious.
>>65703"Y-you burned alive after taking the throne of hell."
*collapses and weeps*
>>65705"Fuck! Addy! What was that"
*rushes to thezs side*
>>65707"I don't know! She told me to,... to give it,... back to her." Addy says, losing composure.
Over his ID, Trump continues to exchange with That Bitch.
"Of course I know the area is secure!" he shouts into it as Fae reenters the room and nods at him. Again he iterates, "Of course I know the area is secure!"
Moments later, the portal flares to life, and a bunch of otherwise worthless, but useful for background scenery individuals start streaming through, followed by That Bitch.
[1d20 = 6]>>65705Spellcraft check
>>65708"Hey, hey its okay don't cry. Your moms tough if anyone can handle it she can."
As Thez falls to the floor and the mask slips from her face, it shatters as it hits the ground, with a sound suggesting that the material and the magic of the device had been utterly wasted.
>>65710"Its okay,... she said that,... I wouldn't understand." Addy says, still clearly upset, but resolved to not allow herself to lose any more of her composure. She picks up the two staff halves and places them in the wrist-pack that Thez had given her, while producing and inspecting a ring. She sits for many moments looking at that ring.
>>65711*hugs addy still covered in filth*
"Come on lets get back to tower."
>meanwhile, at the tower
"I'm home, my angel!" Tracy says, drawing out an enormous brush and busying herself with grooming Sam and Bunny
>>65713>[CHEEP!]>[CHEEP?]
>>65715[Happy birb noises]
Tracy feeds her birbs, and plays with them until they fall asleep (chicks sleep a lot).
She then trots around town, enjoying the fresh air of the port.
She stops by the barding shop and makes an order.
Onlookers are stunned as they see a 30-ft long snake dragging a man dressed in plaid robes through the streets of Port Barry.
"BUT I GOTTA TALK TO DEATH"
>"You can talk to her when you inevitably die again, in the meantime it's billard night at the pub."
"LET ME GO!"
The onlookers consider if they should find the guard, a mental asylum, or both.
>>65724And here I was hoping to do more cinematics as the party returned to the Port,... alas.
So apparently everyone has flown back and we're skipping it. Xp
>>65726Reeeeeee fug him gibe cinematics!!!!!
>>65726Nah, we can do that. Just place that shit after the whole thing.
And ignore my autism, that always helps.
>>65728Noticing how vague I was.
>That shit=my stupid scene>The whole thing=your cinematic
>>65729Im glad your alive desu
>>65728Will do I'll include that tomorrow. Not planning on running the game this weekend, but I'm not opposed to it either, since it
is a 3-day weekend. I'll just wait and see
>>65730this, quit hiding faget
>>65731I don't have any plans.
The party makes their way back to the airship after Trump engages in a lengthy tweet-thread with That Bitch. Apparently the party was not expected to survive the ordeal (not that it went anything like Cardashil could have anticipated), which is not unappreciated, but would not have been expected under any circumstance. As the party exits the city walls, Trump has a beaming smile on his face and an exaggerated stride to his step. Collecting on the airship, Infernius places Thez (still unconscious) in the lower decks, while others collect along the upper deck. Torcuil easily pilots the ship back toward Port Barry as the sun rapidly sets on the horizon.
Sorry, will gib moar suun
>>65740*Brushes birdies before putting them back to bed*
As the airship turns toward the Port City, Addy has spent the whole time at the bow of the ship, examining a world of sights that she's never imagined or seen, all within just a few hours of reaching this time. She's not entirely sure that's what's going on, but that - however possible - seems to be the most probable outcome. After all,....
As the party docks the ship back at the port, the ship is flooded with cheering citizens, who are quite beside themselves with joy and celebration. Trump makes a comment about this being a reasonably acceptable reception to the upcoming Football game, and delights the crowd with a rousing speech about making big deals with big people all over the empire, about having just won so big that the people cannot imagine, and that they will keep on winning.
And then Sechs steps forward, flanked by those who had been lost previously. Those from the undead hoarde attack, those from the multiple seiges by devils and infernals,... every civilian, gestapo, general, and ally who had fallen was somehow standing there.
After a brief exchange of enthusiasm and celebration, it was quickly detailed that no one knew what or how they had been restored to life, only that they found themselves waking up in their beds, as though nothing had happened. Lazy writing, sure, but deal with it.
And so it was with the fallen Gestapo, who had rallied and herded the citizens during several catastrophes, and so with the fallen Generals, who's positions at the stadium had saved the populace. And so it was with the Fight Club, and their filthy whore counterparts, who were the first to raise arms against, and who were utterly wiped out by, the undead invasion from the Court.
In his astonishment, Trump can only ask the crowd one question.
"ARE YOU READY FOR SOME FOOTBALL?!"
To which a deafening cheer raises up. All their fears, reservations, and even the pains of loss had been blown away several times before, but this was something else. As evening grew, a large faction from Sparintenar arrived to watch the first Football game. They were well received and fast friends with the Barrians go with it, quite eager to finally end the decades of isolationism that had fallen upon most of the empire. The details of the Football game are to be determined and described at a later time, as trying to determine a metric for randomly generating a Football game (including a hilight reel) will take me some time. You can rest assured however, that it was a most magnificent day that would one day be legend.
>>65742*grapples sechs*
"Me am so glad to see you! Me missed you."
>>65743"Not as glad as me," he smiles, flanked by his wife, holding the had of a smiling 2-year old.
>>65744*happy bull noises*
>>65742Okay, I gotta ask the hard question here...
Were they all still hungry when they woke up?
>>65746No, they were not still hungry. It was as though they had eaten a mighty feast.
>>65747Lucky bastards
Torc, not liking to be the center of attention, stay out of the way and as out of sight as possible.
Mr. Snek on the other hand, is enjoying his five minutes of fame.
The the hub of activity is as follows. The stadium has an ebin-tier tailgate party, complete with tents and shit (cuz what, the police are going to ticket them?). A huge party is going on at the Rusty Duck, where the visiting Football team is staying, as well as the majority of the Spartan contingent. The Sticky Wickett is relatively quiet per usual, its guests and participants being very reserved. Oh, and someone (a group of someones, no doubt) has TP'd the outside of Trump Tower.
>>65750Torc would be at the Wickett, enjoy some quiet after hell.
Snek would be tailgating.
>>65752Thez and Addy are by the piano, engaged in a lengthy dialogue, including some booz.
>>65753Torc waves, but otherwise leaves them alone.
>>65752*helps snek do a keg stand*
>>65755The 30ft long animal almost finishes the whole keg.
>"Your t-t" *hiccup* "turn hamburger"
Addy bounces into the scene, "Can I try?"
Behind her is Thez, who doesn't seem particularly pleased, but remains silent.
>>65756*is upside down now*
>>65757"No. Not until your older."
>>65759>"Oh come on, let her live a little"
>>65759A>"Betcha I drink more."
Thez's forehead veins pop out, but still says nothing
>>65761"Nope, maybe when your older"
>>65762"You're not my mom! Hurry up and drink faggit!"
>>65764"Roll a 20 faggit"
[1d20 = 1][1d20+15 = 22]>>65766"Decent. My turn." Addy says aggressively.
+15 is her tumble check to do a handstand, other is for drinking.
Thez shakes her head and turns away.
And with a magnificently setup handstand Addy says "GO!" and fails after about 2 seconds.
"I told you,..." Thez remarks
>>65769*picks her up off the ground*
>>65769>"Heh, nice try kid"
>>65771"Remember, neither of us are parents that she's known," Thez whispers to Infernius.
>>65773"It sorta stings though"
>>65767From her lurking Spot, Tracy bursts out laughing.
>>65774"She'll be fine,... she's never seen a party before. Let her have a moment."
She says, as Addy is now sitting on Snek, trying to get him to slither all over the place like a chariot.
>>65776"Fine, addy! Come here. Its your turn."
*picks her up to do a stand*
>>65776Snek is all to happy to oblige
[1d20 = 14]>>65777Addy giggles excitedly and prods Snek over to the Keg.
"I'll do my best this time!"
Dancing upright (she's got lots of tumbling) Addy regains her normal footing, and kisses Infernius on the cheek. "Thanks!" and then runs off into the crowd with an excited look on her face.
"I'm gonna need a quick rundown." Thez says in a resigned tone as Addy runs off.
Tracy finishes her cake.
>tfw can't drink
As she runs off, several people in the crowd gather around Thez. "Wench, we have questions."
Thez adopts a serious visage before stepping away with several of the former Fight Club, as well as several whores (not all the whores of course, there are plenty of people who are happy to see them to).
[1d20+25 = 44]
Tracy decides to follow Adeline
Rolling to Sneak after.
>>65785*Sneaks after teenager*
Torc finishes up his drink at the wickett and decides to wander around the port for a while.
>>65781Mr. Snek slithers after her.
Addy is just running off and interacting with people. She's never had the chance, and there's so MANY people that,... hurk.
>>65788Tracy just lurks like an invisible babysitter, trying to distract herself from the fact that she can't go drinking.
Addy galavants amongst the throng of party goers, making good impressions and continuing on as she delights in this excessive display of revelry.
Thez looks at Infernius "Before you criticize, let me explain. That mask 'told me some things'. Its not a simple situation."
[1d2 = 2]
The night concludes at length with revelry and celebration of a degree that the Port has not seen in decades. Literally, the citizens are marking the walls.
And indeed, the night proceeded with the same. The Spartans and Broncos were all in an excitable spirit, dice is who won (Broncos are even) from the fantastic game they witnessed, both in and out of context. It truly was a marvel.
As dawn breaks, the first thing that is noticed by the most diligent of the citizens, is an occasional "Hai" shout. It's not too repeticious, but every "Hai!" 40 seconds or so, there comes a shout and a thump.
"Hai!" <thump>
Yay, Football wins Football always wins
>>65791"Sorry me passed out, Alcohol went straight to my brain. Explain when you have time, me know addy needs this, me know how bad the future was."
In case anon is wondering, Mixed Nuts will return at an as-yet undetermined time
LF and Gm's internet is fucked and its county wide
So all lapses of time aside, the party finds its self waking up after an all night party that lasted well into the morning. I'm not sure when, how, why, with whom, or any of the other details about the ending up asleep part, we're just gonna skip that part. In celebration of Football, the portizens were granted the day off from their respective duties, and had taken the opportunity to paint the port red. Most were awakening with a stiff hangover.
>>65859"ugh what happend?"
Through the crisp morning air, a short percussive shout can be heard, but otherwise the activity throughout the port is nil. Tracy meanwhile, likely slept with her birbs, being entirely disinterested in social festivities. She would then have first option to explore, not that there's all that much going on.
>>65859"Ugh my fucking head, I'm starting to remember why I laid off the scotch... Snek? You still alive"
>"Not for long...""What the hell does tha- how did you get up there?"
>"Fuck if I know"
>>65859*wakes up on the streets of Port Barry, covered in grime*
*looks around*
*Slowly makes her way back to the tower*
>>65862"meme mage, me feel like me havent seen you in forever!"
>>65861>>65863Oops.
The birbs were tucked in and put to sleep before the party.
At this point, she'd be wandering through the streets, unwilling to shower despite feeling royally gross; and walking-off the previous night.
>>65863That works too.
>>65865And that.
Crossing the square, Tracy sees Thez standing near the memorial statue, observing Addy, who is hitting the statue with her fists.
>>65864"That's probably the alcohol speaking buddy, good to see you made it through the night"
>"Is no one gonna help me?""I would, but if you got yourself up there you can surely find a way down"
>>65862"How'd this roll of duct tape get stuck to my hoof?"
"Fuck, what'd I do last night...?"
>>65867"uh torc,you have black dick on face."
Addy is talking a mile a minute, exhuberantly describing things with exxagerrated gestures, in between turning, shouting, and punching the statue. With her bare hands. Thez has an exasperated look on her face.
>>65871The memorial statue, for the fallen citizens who are no longer fallen.
>>65872Ah, that one.
Infernius made like a dozen of them.
>>65869"I WHAT"
>"Halp""Fine"
Torc casts fly on Snek, who
gracefully glides down to the Earth pretty much just bellyflops, but slower
>>65874"it look like marker."
>>65874"Its bretty gud!" Addy calls out from distance.
>>65876"What's bretty gud? The marker?"
>>65875"Thanks, I'll get to washing it off"
>>65877She turns to reply again, but Thez admonishes her, saying "Focus!"
>>65877"you want help getting snek down?"
*stumbles into the tower*
>iz covered in garbage
>>65879He already bellyflopped
>>65878"Oh come on Thez, let her talk."
>>65878>>65881"training is important!"
>>65882"Her entire life could be considered training up to this point as far as I'm aware"
*raids fridge for pickles*
"Faust almighty, my head is killing me... What time is it?"
>>65881Thez turns slightly, her arms crossed over her chest. "Oh, I'm sure she'll do plenty of that,...." then looks at Addy, "I suppose that's fine for the day. One second though,..." she pulls her staff from her wrist-storage device. "Here, since I broke,... yours."
Addy takes it and squeals, tapping it three times on the ground, and watches it expectantly as it does absolutely nothing. Not dropping her excited expression, she taps it three times against the ground again, with similar effect.
"What the fuck? This thing doesn't work!"
>>65883"typical magic boi response, how you think me get so strong?"
>>65884Darkie is passed out with his head in the oven, and his pants around his ankles. No homo, it was just that kinda night.
>>65886"Well I never got my ability to make devils hate me by punching a statue, so I mean"
>>65887*covers him in spiderman stickers, just because*
>>65888"me could have done that easily, but me am to smart to do something that stupid."
Tracy rolls around on the carpet several times to (barely) wipe off some of the street smell before heading off to attend to her birbs.
>[Annoyed DOOTing]
>>65890"To be fair, I didn't realize it wouldn't really affect him...
In hindsight I should have realized a devil wouldn't have been injured"
Addy runs up to Torcuil. "Oooh! You can do magic right?"
>>65893"Oh, uh, yes I can. Why do you ask?"
>>65895"Could you cast a darkness enchantment on this? This one is fucking lame. Its supposed to allow the user to cast darkness 3x/day by tapping it on the ground, exclusive to Monks." she says, her eyes rolling around as she remembers all the details.
>>65894As usual, the birbs (which are getting pretty damn big) mob Tracy upon entering.
>>65896"Good morning, girls."
>rough giga-sized hugz
>>65896"Er, I could try. I might have to talk to Lenos for some help though"
"I guess my mom isn't quite as 1337 this far in the past" she whispers loud enough for everyone to hear, obliviously
>>65896I'm tempted to ask. Where does Thez get her stuff? Some Infernal Warlock?
>>65898"Kay! Ooooh!" she turns excitedly toward Thez. "I wanna see the spices! Spices spices spices!" turning then to Infernius, Torcuil, Snek, and Thez collectively, "I will crush you with my cooking!"
>>65900Don't worry, you'll meet him
>>65901>"You ain't crushing shit little girl""Snek, shut up"
>>65903She sticks her tongue out at Snek challengingly, but otherwise faces the group, awaiting other responses
>>65904*Saunters into the room*
>>65899"hey your mom is just as cool now as she was in the future."
>>65901"me am best cook! bring it on!"
>>65904>"ALRIGHT, THAT'S IT"Snek jumps forward a bit, but Torc waves his hand and Snek suddenly looks like a really good mime.
>"Nevermind...""Now be nice"
>"I was just gonna grab her, nothing bad..."
>>65906"Nuh uh, she's only as tall as me!"
The vein on Thez' forehead is becoming visible.
>>65907"I'll show you, I make the best beef you'll ever taste!" she runs off toward the tower. Thez sighs. "I've got a lot of explaining to do."
[1d20 = 19]>>65908*steps on snek*
>>65909"hey calm down ok? shes had a hard time."
*puts hand on thezs shoulder*
[1d20+25 = 31]>>65910"No, wh-"
>"REEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE"Snek grapples the stepper
>>65911"I have a good idea. Anyway, she's here. Now. And this world is hers. That was the deal."
[1d20+24 = 39]>>65912counter grapple!
Snek successfully wraps around Infernius, who with his superior strength has no difficulty pulling Snek off and tossing him back a few feet. Thez begins to follow after Addy, but pauses to watch the display.
>>65915>"REEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE""Fucking children, the both of ye"
>>65916>>65913"hey me want to help train addy."
*stabs things in holodeck just to get the day started*
>>65918She looks at him a moment. "She's a monk, and with that belt (the one from the future) she's pretty skilled," she warns.
Thez follows after Addy, continuing the conversation.
>>65920*flexes like its jojos bizarre adventure*
>>65922"Well yes, you could beat her hand to hand *or* armed, but I'm the only one who can develop her fists," she thinks for a moment, "I'll have to get Ponimaru to spar with her. Anyway, in the mornings I'll be training her - you're welcome to participate of course - but otherwise she is free to do as she pleases,... without interference from me." she says gritting her teeth.
>>65923Torc and Snek decide to avoid this family conflict by going to grab some food.
>>65923*Bullies ninja-hoers*
>>65923"hmmmmmmmmmm"
*thinking infernuis.png*
Everyone present arrives at the tower. Trump and Stix' absence is noticed, but not unsurprising given the previous evening. Tracy is emerging from the holodeck area with a crazed look on her face, however upon entering the tower and hearing the sound of the birbs, Addy gets an overly excited look on her face, squeals, and runs off toward their area.
>>65927"hey have you seen lenos this morning?"
>>65927"Alright, one breakfast for me, twenty for Snek, anyone else want something?"
>>65928"No, he's probably lying at the bottom of a barrel somewhere."
>>65929The sound of panicked birbs erupts from Addy's departure, as they are not as excited to see them as they are to see her.
>>65929"I do." Tracy says, crawling out of the gym
Rather, they're not as excited to see her as she is to see them.
>>65930"REEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!"
*dashes off*
>>65932"addy,tracy doest really like people talking to the birbs."
>>65933Bunbun comes running out, with Addy dangling from her neck, absolutely frantic and almost running over Tracy in her attempt to get away.
>>65931"Well uh, anyone else?"
>>65935Reeeeeeeeeeeeeee
"REEEEEEEEEEEE!"
*Turns into a 4444 pound hoers and stobs them both like a fuzzy road blocker*
"Alright, 21 plates it is"
>"Don't forget my orange juice"
>>65937By that, I mean she lies down horizontal and lets Bunny ram into her flank, like a cushy barricade
>>65939>This is her only non-stabbing based response
>>65937"THEY'RE SO CUTE!!!" Addy hugs Bunbun tighter, "They don't even have their feathers yet! How come you keep them here tho? I mean their place is nice,... but,...."
>>65941>>65935"ADDY GET DOWN!"
>>65942"No u!" she defiantly starts giving Bunbun itches.
[1d20+24 = 40]>>65943*Grapple*
[1d20+17 = 31]>>65941>Is tempted to roll over on Cao's legs like a steamroller"NO Touching!"
Intimidate check
>>65945>Forgot to add size modifiers
[1d20 = 15]
Infernius wraps his arms around Bunbun immobilizing her. She flaps her wings in protest, but can't escape his grip.
Addy harumphs and does a crescent flip off the frightened birb and lands behind Infernius.
[1d20 = 13]>>65947Reeeeeeee nobody touches the birbs, ever!
Tracy makes a trip of opportunity as Infernius moves through her square.
[1d20+24 = 25]>>65948"CHILL OUT MAMA AUTIST."
*Grapple hores*
[3d5 = 11]
In classic form, Infernius' attempt to prevent the trip actually sends him tumbling that many feet away
[1d20+12 = 22]>>65951Tracy grapples the Cao by the scruff and tosses her off of the birb (whomever she's nearly as tall as).
Addy does however do her crescent flip off Bunbun (not behind Infernius anymore cuz).
[1d20+24 = 28]>>65952"REEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE NO HURT ADDY!"
>>65954Lol that doesn't beat her touch AC
Okay. Tracy successfully gets her hooves (or maw) on Addy, but the little shit deftly maneuvers around (tumble) and avoids Tracy long enough to jump gracefully off like I had been trying to get her to the whole time.
>>65959*draws sword*
"leave addy alone thot hores!"
Tracy is visibly beside herself, doing the best to wuickly wipe off the lava streaming from her tearducts before turning to her assaulted birb.
>>65963What's ur attack mod?
Okay. Infernius attempt to stab Tracy, which fails. She towers over him, her frustration visible through her snorts
>>65965>She tower's over himLol no
Infernius's sword merely bounces off of Tracy's black ass, which she ignores, devoting all of her attention to her birb, nuzzling her affectionately.
add +5 AC for combat expertise
"So how come you keep 'em here?" Addy asks Tracy, completely disregarding her irritation.
>>65967*Gives glowing-green stink eye for several long seconds before responding*
"... Mostly, because the food sythesizer is in this building."
>>65968*Hugs birdie*
"It's okay now..."
>>65969"Huh. As long as I had known them, they always stayed at our hideout. There's a whole empty city they can run around in!"
>>65970"...So you say......."
>Is nao turned towards birb
>>65970>>65969"hmm thats a good idea, they would have more room for activities."
"I thought of that myself actually, although I've been way too busy lately even to consider renovating that dump."
*Brushes*
>>65973"me could have some men help."
>>65974"Wasn't that what they were doing after you 'cleaned the place out'? Why'd they stop?"
>>65973"Reno...vate?" Addy asks, an involuntary Muu escaping her lips. She looks at Thez, who waives her hand acceptingly.
>>65975They didn't, but in Addy's future they were stopped.
"Then what are we waiting for?! Let's go fix Durpistan!! I can't wait to see what it looks like now!"
"All the shop and trades are closed for the day,...." Thez comments innocuously. "The only person who might be working today would be Ben, but we need to talk to him for this anyway."
>>65979*Mumbles Fucking Jew*
>>65979"Sure.. I guess.." Tracy grumbles, carefully herding her birb back into her room with her sister
So with complete abandon, and with no restraint or hesitation, Addy runs off again, with absolutely no idea where she's going. Thez sighs.
[1d20 = 20]>>65982*stealthfully follows*
A short while later, everyone is standing outside Ben's jewelry shop.
"So,... where is he?" Addy asks. She asks this, because not only is Ben not in his shop, but his shop is not in his shop. Rather, his shop is empty with occasional scraps of paper lying about and disturbed dust laying about. There's no furniture, nothing. Just an empty building.
>>65985"REEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE FUCKING JEW BLEW TOWN!" *From the bushes*
>>65985>>65986>Jew is gone>Shop is cleaned out, including funiture (there was time to pack things up before he disappeared, and the person packing took great care to carefully remove everything of value)>No mention of him at the party, or signs of a fight>Ben Shapiro is a massive fucking (((Zionist))) irlI knew the """""free money""""" from the NPC that just happened to be Jewish would eventually end with something like this.
He's not going to get away easily. The elvenniggers robbing us was an embarrassment, but I'll be damned if I'll just sit and watch the kike liquidate the Port's bank and scurry off without a fight. We agreed to gas him last, but he's still going to the fun camps first.
lenos has been forging this sword axe combo
>>66004he would also be prepping it for enchantment just haven't figured out what enchantment to give it yet
>>66004That's smart
>>66006There's one that allows to to switch through the elemental damages
>>66007whats the name of it
>>66008Energy Aura, arms and equipment 96
Alrighty! Dawn breaks on a new day for the party in question. About three weeks have passed since the return of the party, the grand and spectacular Football game (and afterparty) and the discovery of the absence of Ben Shapiro. In the intervening days, the party has developed in several ways. In the aftermath of the future scape, the group has collectively put their noses to the grindstone to refine their abilities, skills, and equipment. Each person, hoers, and snek has at least something shiny and new, and many have new and exciting techniques and moves to put into play.
In the surrounding community, Thez has built a training center located around the memorial statue. On odd days, one can see Fight Club participants training underneath the very statue which they are commemorated by. Trump has taken a pivotal and decisive role in the development of the port, and the infrastructure has seen significant developments, in spite of the absence of the jew cash cow. Adeline has made several preparations and spoken with technicians throughout the port, and is preparing a group to venture to Durpistan for its renovation and repair. Oh, and she's sporting an oversized plate of carmelized onions and potatos.
>>66011What clues were Tracy/Infernius able to find on Ben?
Infernius was going to spam all his divination spells, and then try to find Ponimaru.
>>66012Birdies are brushed.
In addition to Trump taking a presiding
ahem role in Port Barry, both in light of what had occurred to it in his absence and to alleviate the burden that was to have been returned to Sechs (who only recently started breathing again), Thez had opted to have Trump Tower's location moved. It would have been detailed in dialogue, but the intention was (and is) that Thez is no longer to take an active role in the party. In response to this, the Tower is now situated several thousand feet in the air in a location directly between Port Barry and Durpistan.
Blueprints and designs have been laid out for Infernius' ranch, which was spurred on by the return of Doge, who spent many hours wandering in circles (they weren't actually circles, he kept blinking around) until GM had pity on him and dropped him conveniently outside Port Barry.
Well then, Infernius is able to quickly ascertain that Ben is currently located in Court City. He left Port Barry immediately after the party departed for Cardashil, requiring no time to prepare (meaning, premeditation).
>>66016Locate Object, Greater Scrying, Discern Location... etc
So the current issues that face the party are thus:
There's the issue of Ben. There's the issue of Court City as a whole (and the change in stance between them and Cardashil). There's the Sil wall, beyond which is the elusive threat of Zion. There's those strange pirates who attacked that one time thanks for the ride bitches!, there's the elvenniggers who keep jacking shit, not to mention what may be developing in Cardashil, Sparintenar, and Krenshall,... and that's without having explored the entirety of the empire.
>>66019Maybe it'd be a good idea to go find the Zionists and slit some throats...
>>66020I hope you don't think it will be that simple
I guess Tracy's first priority would be to make sure her birbs are safely relocated.
reeeeeee i want my treasure back from the elvenziggers damn it
Adeline however, neither knows nor cares about such things, and is instead ready to venture to Durpistan in a full-sized camper-wagon loaded with cooking supplies. Don't act surprised.
"They'd be much happier in a big open city!" Addy implores Tracy, wrt the birbs.
>>66024>Iz slightly less than enthusiastic to go back to CardishilYeah, better find them before they spend it all..
Meanwhile *in* Trump tower, Thez is busy pouring through the library, looking for any piece of information she can glean or use. At this time however, a rather tell-tale WHOOOOSH sound occurs from the character's rooms, indicating the arrival of somebody *new*.
>>66025(Is that the wagon Slovenia built?)
The new player in question finds himself in a blank room with dark glassy surfaces. He's seated on a bed structure, also made out of this glass. There is a chest of sorts at the base of the bed (again, glass), and a single door is the only other remarkable aspect to the room.
>>66025>>66028*pulls wagon to abandoned gulag*
>>66028Uhm,... idk about *the* one,... its not the death wagon if that's your question, I had forgotten about that.
>>66032I meant the one big enough for her birbs.
Gets out of the bed and checks the chest
"Snek, prepare my airship"
>"When did you become my general?"
"Just get ready to head somewhere"
>"Where?"
"To be determined"
Torc and Snek head out of the holodeck, having finishing the last of their training.
>>66033No, not that one
>>66034Empty
>>66035Thez is pouring through books. The whoosh technically hasn't quite happened yet, but give it a sec.
>>66036"Hey Thez, anything interesting?"
>>66036Okay then.
Would the tower have landed in Durpistan so they could be dropped off?
>>66038Well, anyway, after settling her birbs (however she got them there), Tracy would be nosing around Duristan.
>>66038No, its at a centralized location, accessable (assuming one can fly) but not landed. There is an airship tho.
>>66037"Not really, I still can't figure out what happened. What I
do know defies my understanding of the workings of the magic in question."
Goes to door and tries to open it
>>66040Okay then.
Somewhere, within the 3 week period, Tracy would've brought her birbs to the abandoned gulag.
[1d4+15 = 16]Torcuil, Snek, and Thez are interrupted by the tell-tale sound of one of Lenos' fire-traps going off.
>>66043His surroundings are suddenly and inexplicably engulfed in flame causing that much damage. The room smells a bit of burned hair. Outside the door, along a blank wall is a scorched sign that says "Please don't firetrap the rooms"
>>66040"Yeah, I'm not even gonna try to understand what happened. Lemme know if you need any help though"
>>66046Boom"Uh, oh yeah. I know that sound"
By elf women balls what is this
>>66047Thez nods and sighs. "Its on you, my hands are tied,..."
>>66046Tracy is brushing her birbs in the city.
Runs hands on glass and looks for cracks.
>>66052There are no cracks or seams. It is surgically precise
Checks for surgery scars and kidneys.
>>66049"Huh? Okay..."
Torc heads up to see what nutcase is joining them this time.
>>66056Nope, he's unmarked and whole
Grumbles down the hall brushing off soot
>>66061Entering the hallway, he sees identical doors to the door he came from - all closed - with a single door on either end of the hallway.
Head out of the door, proceeding cautiously.
Walks to end of hall and looks around the corner
As the door opens, and just like with Gruu'mac, the room fills with flame for a moment. This all occurs within view of Gruu'mac, who had just entered the hallway.
>>66062And soon, a figure clad in tartan robes walking down the hallway.
"Hello?"
He's then followed by a giant snake
hearing 2 booms lenos starts laughing as he knows there is freshmeat for his traps
Readies tower shield. Whuts ya Bidnes!
[1d4+15 = 19]
So as the flames from the second firetrap subside, we have a black-armored figure standing in a hallway, a half-elf still in the room, and from one of the far doors, a human and a 30' snake.
Meanwhile, Torcuil arrives at the hallway, and can currently see a blackened-armored humanoid with wisps of smoke trailing off them.
The snake has a Pinochet hat, and a pair of sunglasses on, and is carrying a pistol with his tail, which is pointed at whatever he's looking at.
State ya name and rank humie
>>66076The orc spits at the tartan human, standing next to Snek
>>66073"Uh hello there-"
>>66076"Torcuil, Admiral of the Gestapo. Yourself?"
Torc gestures to Snek to be ready as he prepares a fireball.
Gruu mac
Slaps chest with flat side of axe.
Corporal in black orc brigade
>>66079"Orc?"
>"OOOOOOOORRRRRRRRRRKKKKKKKK"Torc realizes he hasn't seen an orc yet in this land.
>>66080"Excuse me, this is Trump Tower. There are some who can explain where we are better than I"
>>66082"So they're not hostile then? Good." a voice says from beyond Torcuil.
>>66083Nothing to detect
*sighs forlornly* damn i was hoping to try out my new sword
>>66084"Well, not yet at least. Follow me"
Torc turns around and heads back, Snek just sits there.
[1d20+4 = 9]
Heads towards the noise, wiping ash off himself.
Follows torque eye ing the snake thing suspiciously
>>66089"Let's see; there's me, Snek, Trump, Stix, Tracy, Infernius, Thez, and a couple others."
As this is occurring, a half-elf enters the hallway from near where Gruu'mac is standing. He seems to have wiped most of the singe, but he obviously has just been scorched as well.
>>66089A <whooooof> sound from behind him is all that announces to him the entrance of someone behind him, who with a female's voice (the same who commented on hostility) speaks, "Here, a few. Elsewhere, there are many. Though, we few are more than the many."
>>66093"So what's up with all the mystics and shit Thez?"
Torc notices the half-elf
"Another one?"
Spins quickly and sets shield from being startled
*heads for the bar to get his tankard and start drinking* well ill have to find someone to test my new weapon on soon
Tracy, after putting her birbs to sleep, gets up and priwls the perimeter of the gulag in stealth, exploring the walls for what needs to be fixed
>>66098The damage is structural and intensive, mostly of neglect and incompetent workmanship. Its not a lost cause though
[1d20+35 = 45]
Snek takes the opportunity of Thez distracting everyone to hide amongst the walls.
>>66096"Easy there, I just showed up this way cuz I'm lazy, there's no threat here."
"Grunts"
Follows the human again
>>66100And somehow, an otherwise obvious 30' Snek seems to have vanished
>>66099"I've lived in worse." Tracy says, trotting along (silently)
For player's reference, cuz they wanted to know how that works
>>66104After circling the perimeter several times, Tracy decides to look into the cave/mine.
>>66103Wait until Torc remembers the ring in his pocket.
>>66102"Let's find Lenos first"
"I'll give you guys the short version. You died. Congratulations, you're not dead. We're not your enemy, we're kind of like a loose assortment of allies-ish, and we have plenty of enemies so please keep the beating of one another to a minimum. Its not prohibited, it just complicates things."
So Lenos simply went to get booze, so finding him would be momentary. Shall we assume Torcuil and co are in the mess area?
Hrrrrmmm. Dat dorf hit hader den I thot
>>66106*Checks how deep the mine goes*
So, we are all stuck in a bad situation, so let's get along?
Goes to massage singed half elf
Meanwhile, Tracy is investigating the ruins of Durpistan. Having rehoused the birbs there during the 3 week period, she has fully moved in and come to reside there, probably without really saying anything to anyone, cuz she's got that antisocial mentality.
"Its really not much different from what I remember,... I'm sure we can make it super awesome!"
For some time, Addy has taken to following Tracy for some reason. This both irritates the crap out of, and secretly amuses Tracy.
>>66114nope its a good situation we are in valhalla we get to fight and DRINK all day
>>66113The mine has a cave-in relatively early in its tunnel system. There's rotten and dessicated remains of commies.
Dis wont be so bad, easier if ya dont fight
Shrugs off orc. You stink of seabass...
>>66117*Ears twitch involuntarily realizing she's being followed again*
[sighing hoers noises]
Was there anything worth mentioning in the mines?
Friends! Not fuck buddies ya stank ass orc!
Evade Evade! Do not wants!
[1d20 = 6]>>66122Not immediately, it would take time or a team to clear the path.
>>66127Barely escaping the grabby-orc, Meichlos maintains personal boundaries
>>66129So, it's deep, you're saying?
Tracy decides to turn around.
>>66130You can't tell yet, but yeah it do.
Heh heh heh heh
Leaves the small femalish looking thing alone for now
>>66127>>66126Torc shakes his head
"Great, two more idiots"
>>66131Tracy keeps exploring, and decides to check out the immediate areas surrounding the city.
>>66130"I never got to explore the mines before, there was always SOOOOO many grrrr-faces wandering around and horrendous sounds coming from them. It sounded exciting! You think we could get some people to move all those rocks?"
>>66133what did you expect
*tosses chocolate covered gnome to snek* so im guessing you guys are almost ready to go to durpistan?
>>66133T>"What's the tally at now? 8?"
>>66136>Grrrrrr noisesTracy, who's currently in "find something to kill before I die from boredom" mode, seems to brighten up at the suggestion.
"I'd like to try it out eventually."
Turns to torque
"Wut is da mission?"
>>66137Snek pounces out of hiding to eat his treat
>"Fanks Wenos">>66139"Discounting you, me, and Lenos? Yeah, sounds about right"
>>66141"Uh, nothing much currently"
>>66136Is the wall exceedingly thick?
Tracy still has three grenades.
>>66142T>"
Discounting?"
>>66140A>"REALLY?!" she grabs her nose and seems to inflate her cheeks, but what occurs is that her clothes, which are shadows themselves, expand over her body covering it entirely. And then the shadows disperse, and she's gone.
>>66144We're talking a full-scale cave-in.
>>66145"Fine, discounting you"
>>66146She looks at Snek
"Your thoughts?" (yes, she can detect him)
>>66145Tracy nods slowly, then heads back outside.
>>66147>"Well, in my humble opinion everyone but me and Lenos are idiots. No offense to you though.""I hate you"
>"You too"
>>66151The tree falls over, dead. Tracy gets 10 xp
>>66152Kek
>>66147"Where is your oaf of a husband?"
The elf looks says now...
>>66154Her left eyebrow begins spasming irregularly.
"indeed, where
is he?" e_e
>>66154>>66157"ugh, me never drink again"
*drinks more*
>>66158>>66155>>66120walking through the door is a large red Minotaur with one horn and strange markings on his body, with an equally big sword.
* offers tankard to bull* you better drink with me
>>66160"moo! fine. what we drinking today?'
>>66158"Where did you crawl out of? Nevermind, there's more of us. A green-skin in black armor and a half-
sissyelf."
>>66162*draws sword on Greenskin*
>>66164"Please don't, he's afk at the moment," she says, raising her hands pleadingly.
>>66165"hmmmmm ok. do you know where the wood hores is"
>>66163*picks up a tankard of ale*
>>66166"Not currently. I know Addy went to talk to her about a week ago, but I don't know what came of it."
>>66167"me am gonna set up outpost at sil wall, me wanted some fortifications."
>>66168"Thats a good idea. We should scout along the empire as well, I'm sure there are other cities and states we should be aware of. That is,... you guys should consider."
>>66163*takes a sip of the ale*
"hey thats pretty good"
>>66169"More states you say?"
>>66170"Most definitely. The Empire couldn't have been sustained on the products of Sparintenar, Cardashil, Krenshall, Durpistan, and Port Barry alone. I'm sure we'll find a variety of places let alone what's beyond the Sil wall."
I should mention, it was relayed to me that Infernius would have used divination to determine Ben's location and such; he's at Court City, he left Port Barry just after the party departed for Cardashil, and he had already packed to leave. As far as I can tell, that's what Infernius would have gleaned from his available spells.
>>66171i should have gas ben "stereotypical badger" shipiro when i had the chance.
"we need to expand our state, me sure one of those towns would agree to join us. or you know we take by force."
>>66172Yes, you should have, but he answered your questions honestly and truthfully; he is/was not working for Soros.
"I agree, and I'm glad to hear you say it. Addy seems hell bent on transforming Durpistan, and I see no harm in that," she cringes and hesitates before continuing.
"By the way, you can get with the sword-pointing again."
>>66141*jumps up on the table and points sword*
"howd you get out of the facility, you tree nigger?!?"
>>66177>ImprovedNo AoO, roll for attack
Infernius, roll a d20+str plz
[1d20+7 = 25]>>66180>tfw i dont have my character sheet anymore
>>66181His str modifier is +15, he's got the girdle and the arms.
Infernius WINS
Stomping his foot as Gruu'mac rushed him, Infernius lowers his single horned head against the rush. With a sound resembling a thunderous crack, the armored orc collides with the crimson Minotaur, who stands unmoved.
Bounces back loses rest of turn
[1d20+15 = 17]>>66184*grapples the shitskin*
Alright, both roll another d20 + str e_e
I'm pretty pissed off about that phone..
*prowls around countryside, not really doing anything at all*
>>66187"So if you want I'll show you our hidden place! I bet no one has been there yet, we should go there! Its really nice, and it makes a really cozy spot that oversees the whole city!" Addy chatters at Tracy.
>>66189>19Making a most respectful showing overall, Infernius picks Gruu'mac up off the ground just with his bare hands.
>>66190>>66189"how did you escape!?"
>>66190"I don't see why not." Tracy says, turning to follow the cao
>>66191He didn't escape, I mean that he made a good showing, but that Infernius otherwise would pick him up given the strength difference.
Hahaha big sand cow. I concede
>>66192Weaving through a lower section they reach an area with a bunch of corpses laid out in a square room. Fiddling with a pannel at the top of the room, Addy opens an exit. Contemporary people might recognize the device as a lift or elevator of sorts.
"Its up there!" the 4' Addy points.
>>66195Tracy cautiously peers up the elevator shaft.
>>66194"how escape from my prison,orc?"
I am gruu mac!
Soldja to dorfs. The mastas ded an me thinks ded too
Ded killin mastas hahahaha
>>66196Well, all there is is a long and stagnantly dusty elevator shaft with an elevator.
>>66201Tracy cautiously steps onto the elevator, testing for structural integrity.
[1d20 = 14]>>66202A distant creaking sound, but otherwise nothing seems amiss.
>>66199>>66198"you not tree orc communist?"
Don know commist. I am corporal. This can be a big waaaagh wit us.
>>66203Tracy steps on, slowly.
>>66205"wait, you space ork,from daring do book!"
>>66206<creeeeeeeeeeeeeeek>Still good.
>>66207I'm not sure where you're going with that, and yet I suspect I know exactly where
[1d20+21 = 34]>>66208Rolling to sense if i'll die when I press the elevator button.
Has Addy gotten in yet?
>>66210She's already in the elevator,... pointing at the hole in the ceiling that she's too short to climb,...
>>66209"me like orks best, imperium is cool too!"
>>66211Tracy turns into a big horsey and gives her a boost.
>>66213"Neat!" She actually pries open the panel now (cuz how would she pull open a panel she couldn't reach?) and climbs up onto the elevator. She dangles a pretty and shiny chain down the hole. "Here!"
>>66214*grabs shiny thing*
Let me down cow. I have no fight with you.
>>66216"hehe right, sorry. me respect orks."
*lets go of space ork*
Not this space work ting. I am ork.
(Warhammer, black orc, not 40k) ;)
>>66215"You gotta get small and climb it. It'll break if ur big."
>>66220Long elevator shaft, with a ladder.
"Its at the top!" she climbs up ahead of Tracy.
>>66217>>66218"You guys done bro-fisting?" Thez says dryly.
>>66218"hmmmmm tell me about yourself. you got name?"
(infernuis doesn't know about regular warhammer)
>>66221"no."
[1d20+13 = 19]>>66223Climbing to the top of the ladder, Addy reaches another panel, similar to the previous.
"Its just beyond this... right... here!" she says, disablie device checking.
[1d20 = 20]
[1d20+6 = 10]
The mechanism clinks and peels open. A chorus of low and inhuman moans issue from the above chamber.
"Hey now,..."
Tracy, roll for initiative.
[2d20 = 33]
Arms reach out and grab Addy, from the open panel.
[1d20+10 = 30]
Both miss. "Oh shit son!" Addy says, jumping off the ladder.
>>66227Tracy she be in the same square, does she get an AoO?
[2d20 = 13]>>66229Well, Tracy was below Addy on the ladder so no she wouldn't get an AoO.
Addy does a graceful backflip off the ladder, grabs the inside edge of the opening, and flings herself into the room in a defensive posture.
"Oh wow, theres lots,..."
* lenos wanders to the control room and starts looking for the other party members with the monitors*
>>66231The display readout shows a whole lot of greens, a pair of greys, and 2 reds.
Upon further inquiry, it seems that Tracy and Addy are the ones fighting, off in Durpistan.
>>66222I was trained by dorfs, since a lil ting. I learn betta than the savage stupid ones. Best metal ta wear, best ax to chop. Dis shield lets me run the front and no pesky arrows hurt. Break da lines is what I do. Hrrrrm neva tried to break a bull. Dorfs use us, dorfs made mistake. We fight free.
>>66233I assume Tracy can't attack in her [osition, so she retreats to a place where she can.
*jumping up lenos yells for infernious* hey addy and tracy need help
>>66235She's at the top a long ladder, her movement speed is hindered and her only directions are up or down, outside some crazy acrobatics. She could move 10' down the ladder at most. That puts her retreating from where Addy went.
A loud <CLACK> pierces the scene. "I'm not gonna clean up, you faggots!" Addy shouts.
>>66237come here you oaf * he reaches out his hand for the bull*
>>66239*Runs towards lenos*
>>66238>Enhanced mobilityTracy moves upward, knife in maw ready for a fight.
*as lenos's hand makes contact with infernious he casts greater teleport on himself and infernious*
>>66241The entrance is otherwise clear for the moment, Addy seems to have pushed themback enough.
>>66242
>>66243Tracy casts AoD on herself and moves forward into the corridor.
Infernius and Lenos (more the former than the latter) avoid falling down the elevator shaft,... for now, however Tracy gets a face-full of the former's posterior, as he and Lenos appear in a swirl of smoke and magic.
Thez looks at Torcuil and Snek and sighs, then looks at Gruu'mac and Meichlos. "This is pretty common around here. I'm Thez," she looks then at Meichlos, shrugs, and returns to the library area. "Let me know if you have any questions!" she calls after while departing.
I have a question...why the fuck am I here?
Slams drink at bar, starts exploring place
I was off on a hint an then...blam!
Lenos and Infernius appear to find themselves in something of a lobby, or perhaps a transit station. Its an expansive area, with a number of doorways or passages going in different directions.
Oh, there's several dozen zombies also. Addy is standing there with the folding saw in one hand engaging the first 2 of the dozens.
[1d20+25 = 26]>>66246Rolling to tumble past.