>Mixed Nuts
To 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 do
On 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)
/vx/ - Videogames and Paranormal
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>>65424
Trunpaladin attempts to tweet out
"Bogandoff's claim to hell is as fake as his science papers. Let's see that birth certificate! #MakeHellGreatAgain"
Trunpaladin 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."
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
>>65434
If you want, I can write you in right now,... but you're not going to like it if I do
>>65437
Elaborate. Sympathy is a specific type of spell.
>>65436
If you're not opposed, start by rolling a d20
Elaborate. Sympathy is a specific type of spell.
>>65436
If you're not opposed, start by rolling a d20
>>65439
Nice roll Mr. Laughter. You'll be early in the order.
>>65440
K, 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?
Nice roll Mr. Laughter. You'll be early in the order.
>>65440
K, 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?
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>>65437
And with that, Tracy whips an object out from beneath her cloak and shows it to the crowd.
>pic rel
With all her might, she draws back and kicks the flashing white-and-black sphere to the edge of the crowd before the devils.
>>65441
Both, 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.
And with that, Tracy whips an object out from beneath her cloak and shows it to the crowd.
>pic rel
With all her might, she draws back and kicks the flashing white-and-black sphere to the edge of the crowd before the devils.
>>65441
Both, 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.
>>65455
Yeah, 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.
Yeah, 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.
>>65460
>>65459
I hope
>>65459
I hope
>>65456
Much better. ^_^
>>65460
Nice 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.
Much better. ^_^
>>65460
Nice 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?
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?
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?
>>65464
I'd assume that mostly consumed Tracy's action.
She steps back towards Torc and Infernius, preparing to guard them in the upcoming melee.
I'd assume that mostly consumed Tracy's action.
She steps back towards Torc and Infernius, preparing to guard them in the upcoming melee.
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.
Thez however casts Shield on herself.
>>65469
Tracy 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.
Tracy 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.
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.
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.
>>65473
Yeah, 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.
Yeah, 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.
>>65476
Welcome to hell
Welcome to hell
>>65480
I meant I hope Death's employer has been treating her fairly for putting in all these overtime hours over the past 15 years.
I 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.
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.
>>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.
>>65485
Ouch. I don't even need to roll.
>>65487
Well, 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.
"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.
>>65485
Ouch. I don't even need to roll.
>>65487
Well, 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.
[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.
>>65493
Oh, right. I forgot about that.
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.
>>65493
Oh, 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
[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.
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,...
[1d20+26 = 36]
>>65500
Tracy, lashes at his flank with her chain, intent on leaving him a nice litte cutie mark, if she doesn't disembowel him.
>>65500
Tracy, lashes at his flank with her chain, intent on leaving him a nice litte cutie mark, if she doesn't disembowel him.
>>65510
I love spaghetti
I love spaghetti
>>65508
>>65506
>>65507
Attacks 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.
>>65510
You 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
>>65506
>>65507
Attacks 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.
>>65510
You 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.
"DEATH?"
Torc just about dies from happiness
Then just about dies when he realizes she's fucking pissed.
"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.
>>65516
And 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,...
And 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,...
>>65518
That 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.
That 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.
And by spines, I mean her whole body. "Like, go ahead an TRY and touch me asshole,...."
>>65526
>You're being laughed at now
Not that I'm unfamiliar with the feeling, but that wasn't To-
Nevermind, wasting my breath.
Are the devils within 60ft?
>You're being laughed at now
Not 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.
>>65528
Not quite,
"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.
>>65528
Not 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]
"Whats going on here who are you people whats with the giant banana why was my body one with the cosmos???"
[d20 = 6]
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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.
>>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.
>>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?
"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?
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?"
>>65536
Worse, 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.
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?"
>>65536
Worse, 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.
>>65540
He 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.
He 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.
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]
>>65548
In 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.
>>65548
In 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.
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RIP Torc
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.
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
"... Nice blade.." Tracy says, the words falling out of her mouth involuntarily as she watches Torc's blood drip off of the rapier
[2d20 = 32]
>>65563
After 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.
>>65563
After 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.
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.
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.
>>65565
In what world does attack=summon?
"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.
>>65565
In what world does attack=summon?
>>65567
Tracy just landed two Sneak attacks, and would continue to do as much damage as she can while she still can.
Tracy just landed two Sneak attacks, and would continue to do as much damage as she can while she still can.
[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
>>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
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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.
>>65573
Wow
>>65574
Whats his BAB + STR?
>>65578
A thundering sound echoes in the distance, through the walls and structures of the Bog balas. XDDDD
>>65573
Wow
>>65574
Whats his BAB + STR?
>>65578
A thundering sound echoes in the distance, through the walls and structures of the Bog balas. XDDDD
[1d20+38 = 40]
*seeing torc die lenos roars and slashes at dz with his claws*
*seeing torc die lenos roars and slashes at dz with his claws*
>>65580
Trumpaladin smiles at the noise
"Sounds like your daddy is coming back to give you all those lessons in catch you missed as children."
Trumpaladin smiles at the noise
"Sounds like your daddy is coming back to give you all those lessons in catch you missed as children."
>>65584
Hissing with rage, Tracy whirls her cloak to conceal herself, and makes another double-thrusting sneak attack with her invisible rapier.
[2d20 = 17]
Hissing with rage, Tracy whirls her cloak to conceal herself, and makes another double-thrusting sneak attack with her invisible rapier.
[2d20 = 17]
>>65592
Did 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?
Did 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.
DZ leaps dice feet in the air, and begins to gracefully fly/twirl using Technique; Device-enhanced Dramatic Acrobatic Parry.
[3d20+30 = 65]
>>65597
Had 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.
>>65597
Had 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.
>>65594
Actually, 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
Actually, 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
>>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!"
"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!"
>>65609
Tracy makes sure the neat is stabilized, using her cloak to conceal the two of them for a few seconds.
Tracy makes sure the neat is stabilized, using her cloak to conceal the two of them for a few seconds.
[3d8 = 19]
>>65608
K
"Okay, this is just getting pathetic." Goth devil says.
Casts Cone of Cold, Maximized.
Roll reflex (dice 1d20+dex) saving throws, everyone
>>65608
K
"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"
"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+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!"
>>65611
"Coming from the expert on Pathetic. I've seen better moves from feverish homeless people dodging traffic in Washington. Better clothing too. Sad!"
[2d20 = 25]
>>65613
Easily 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
>>65613
Easily 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
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)
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)
>>65624
It's 2:30 where we are. He probably passed out after thinking he was dead.
it's getting late...
It'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."
"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]
>>65625
We 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 thericegame-ball no jutsu, that was one of those role-playing moves I was talking about that can totally sway the result.
>>65625
We 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
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.
[1d20+38 = 42]
*having dodged the cone of cold lenos leaps at dz to attack*
*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
"That DZ fellow ran faster away from us than Bill Clinton at the sight of Chris Hansen. Who wants to get beat next?"
\r
>>65633
Vaulting 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.
Vaulting 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.
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"
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"
>>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."
"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."
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.
>>65641
Which 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.
>>65641
Which 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.
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.
>>65646
If 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.
If 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.
File (): 261ECD7517320D6A67D14230163A2733-7710.png (7.5 KB, 701x418, circle.png)
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.
"One of these days I'll explain the quantum-mechanics of spherical boundaries," Lenos says loomingly, his dragon form preventing the correct motions.
>>65651
The 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)
The 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)
>>65653
Torcuil 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.
Torcuil 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.
Rare dubs
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
Work with me here, I'm trying to put the story at a more open-ended spot. We can resolve the previous later. Xp
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.
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.
"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.
"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*
*runs over to thez*
*cure critical wounds*
"Holy shit you killed them! Amazing!"
*eats some of bogs corpse*
>>65671
No 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.
No 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.
>>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.
"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.
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.
<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
"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.
>>65682
Tracy just grunts at the smell, but she turns towards the figure, dropping the flopping trophy in her saddlebag.
Tracy just grunts at the smell, but she turns towards the figure, dropping the flopping trophy in her saddlebag.
>>65683
As 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?"
As 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?"
[1d20 = 16]
>>65687
Infernius 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.
>>65687
Infernius 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.
[2d12+17 = 30]
[1d20 = 4]
>>65689
Counter-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.
[1d20 = 4]
>>65689
Counter-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.
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,...."
>>65691
Not 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!"
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,...."
>>65691
Not 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."
"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/gcBXn9hf8A8
The 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.
"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/gcBXn9hf8A8
The 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?"
"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..."
"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.
"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."
*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.
>>65698
Thez 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.
"OMFG, you're still alive!" comes the response.
>>65698
Thez 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.
>>65699
Tracy 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
Tracy 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
>>65702
Like 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.
Like 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.
>>65703
The 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.
The 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.
>>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.
"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.
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.
>>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.
>meanwhile, at the tower
"I'm home, my angel!" Tracy says, drawing out an enormous brush and busying herself with grooming Sam and Bunny
"I'm home, my angel!" Tracy says, drawing out an enormous brush and busying herself with grooming Sam and Bunny
*angels
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.
She then trots around town, enjoying the fresh air of the port.
She stops by the barding shop and makes an order.
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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.
"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.
>>65724
And 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
And 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
>>65726
Nah, we can do that. Just place that shit after the whole thing.
And ignore my autism, that always helps.
Nah, we can do that. Just place that shit after the whole thing.
And ignore my autism, that always helps.
>new visual references
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
Sorry, will gib moar suun
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.
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.
>>65743
"Not as glad as me," he smiles, flanked by his wife, holding the had of a smiling 2-year old.
"Not as glad as me," he smiles, flanked by his wife, holding the had of a smiling 2-year old.
>>65747
Lucky 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.
Lucky 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.
Addy bounces into the scene, "Can I try?"
Behind her is Thez, who doesn't seem particularly pleased, but remains silent.
Behind her is Thez, who doesn't seem particularly pleased, but remains silent.
[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.
[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
>>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.
"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.
[1d20 = 14]
>>65777
Addy giggles excitedly and prods Snek over to the Keg.
"I'll do my best this time!"
>>65777
Addy 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.
"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
>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).
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.
Tracy decides to follow Adeline
Rolling to Sneak after.
Torc finishes up his drink at the wickett and decides to wander around the port for a while.
>>65781
Mr. Snek slithers after her.
>>65781
Mr. 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.
>>65788
Tracy just lurks like an invisible babysitter, trying to distract herself from the fact that she can't go drinking.
Tracy 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>
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."
"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
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.
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"
"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*
*wakes up on the streets of Port Barry, covered in grime*
*looks around*
*Slowly makes her way back to the tower*
>>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"
"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"
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.
>>65869
"I WHAT"
>"Halp"
"Fine"
Torc casts fly on Snek, who gracefully glides down to the Earth pretty much just bellyflops, but slower
"I WHAT"
>"Halp"
"Fine"
Torc casts fly on Snek, who
*stumbles into the tower*
>iz covered in garbage
>iz covered in garbage
*raids fridge for pickles*
"Faust almighty, my head is killing me... What time is it?"
"Faust almighty, my head is killing me... What time is it?"
>>65881
Thez 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!"
Thez 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!"
>>65884
Darkie is passed out with his head in the oven, and his pants around his ankles. No homo, it was just that kinda night.
Darkie is passed out with his head in the oven, and his pants around his ankles. No homo, it was just that kinda night.
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]
>[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"
"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"
>>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.
>>65894
As usual, the birbs (which are getting pretty damn big) mob Tracy upon entering.
"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.
>>65894
As usual, the birbs (which are getting pretty damn big) mob Tracy upon entering.
"I guess my mom isn't quite as 1337 this far in the past" she whispers loud enough for everyone to hear, obliviously
>>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!"
"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!"
>>65903
She sticks her tongue out at Snek challengingly, but otherwise faces the group, awaiting other responses
She sticks her tongue out at Snek challengingly, but otherwise faces the group, awaiting other responses
>>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..."
>"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..."
[1d20+25 = 31]
>>65910
"No, wh-"
>"REEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE"
Snek grapples the stepper
>>65910
"No, wh-"
>"REEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE"
Snek grapples the stepper
*sharpens knives*
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"
>"REEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE"
"Fucking children, the both of ye"
*stabs things in holodeck just to get the day started*
>>65918
She looks at him a moment. "She's a monk, and with that belt (the one from the future) she's pretty skilled," she warns.
She 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.
>>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.
"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.
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.
>>65933
Bunbun comes running out, with Addy dangling from her neck, absolutely frantic and almost running over Tracy in her attempt to get away.
Bunbun comes running out, with Addy dangling from her neck, absolutely frantic and almost running over Tracy in her attempt to get away.
>>65935
Reeeeeeeeeeeeeee
"REEEEEEEEEEEE!"
*Turns into a 4444 pound hoers and stobs them both like a fuzzy road blocker*
Reeeeeeeeeeeeeee
"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"
>"Don't forget my orange juice"
>>65937
By that, I mean she lies down horizontal and lets Bunny ram into her flank, like a cushy barricade
By that, I mean she lies down horizontal and lets Bunny ram into her flank, like a cushy barricade
>>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,...."
"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,...."
[1d20+17 = 31]
>>65941
>Is tempted to roll over on Cao's legs like a steamroller
"NO Touching!"
Intimidate check
>>65941
>Is tempted to roll over on Cao's legs like a steamroller
"NO Touching!"
Intimidate check
[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.
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]
>>65947
Reeeeeeee nobody touches the birbs, ever!
Tracy makes a trip of opportunity as Infernius moves through her square.
>>65947
Reeeeeeee nobody touches the birbs, ever!
Tracy makes a trip of opportunity as Infernius moves through her square.
[3d5 = 11]
In classic form, Infernius' attempt to prevent the trip actually sends him tumbling that many feet away
In classic form, Infernius' attempt to prevent the trip actually sends him tumbling that many feet away
[1d20+12 = 22]
>>65951
Tracy grapples the Cao by the scruff and tosses her off of the birb (whomever she's nearly as tall as).
>>65951
Tracy 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).
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.
Tracy is visibly beside herself, doing the best to wuickly wipe off the lava streaming from her tearducts before turning to her assaulted birb.
Okay. Infernius attempt to stab Tracy, which fails. She towers over him, her frustration visible through her snorts
>>65965
>She tower's over him
Lol 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
>She tower's over him
Lol 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."
*Gives glowing-green stink eye for several long seconds before responding*
"... Mostly, because the food sythesizer is in this building."
>>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!"
"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!"
"I thought of that myself actually, although I've been way too busy lately even to consider renovating that dump."
*Brushes*
*Brushes*
"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."
"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
"Sure.. I guess.." Tracy grumbles, carefully herding her birb back into her room with her sister
"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.
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.
"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*
"REEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE FUCKING JEW BLEW TOWN!" *From the bushes*
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>>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))) irl
I 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.
>>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))) irl
I 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
>>66004
he would also be prepping it for enchantment just haven't figured out what enchantment to give it yet
he would also be prepping it for enchantment just haven't figured out what enchantment to give it yet
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.
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.
>>66011
What clues were Tracy/Infernius able to find on Ben?
Infernius was going to spam all his divination spells, and then try to find Ponimaru.
What clues were Tracy/Infernius able to find on Ben?
Infernius was going to spam all his divination spells, and then try to find Ponimaru.
>>66012
Birdies 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.
Birdies 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.
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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).
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.
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.
I guess Tracy's first priority would be to make sure her birbs are safely relocated.
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.
"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 Cardishil
Yeah, better find them before they spend it all..
>Iz slightly less than enthusiastic to go back to Cardishil
Yeah, 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*.
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.
>>66028
Uhm,... idk about *the* one,... its not the death wagon if that's your question, I had forgotten about that.
Uhm,... idk about *the* one,... its not the death wagon if that's your question, I had forgotten about that.
"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.
>"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.
>>66038
Well, anyway, after settling her birbs (however she got them there), Tracy would be nosing around Duristan.
Well, anyway, after settling her birbs (however she got them there), Tracy would be nosing around Duristan.
Goes to door and tries to open it
>>66040
Okay then.
Somewhere, within the 3 week period, Tracy would've brought her birbs to the abandoned gulag.
Okay then.
Somewhere, within the 3 week period, Tracy would've brought her birbs to the abandoned gulag.
Whoop!
[1d4+15 = 16]
Torcuil, Snek, and Thez are interrupted by the tell-tale sound of one of Lenos' fire-traps going off.
>>66043
His 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"
Torcuil, Snek, and Thez are interrupted by the tell-tale sound of one of Lenos' fire-traps going off.
>>66043
His 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"
By elf women balls what is this
Hits door with axe
>is brushing birbs
>>66061
Entering the hallway, he sees identical doors to the door he came from - all closed - with a single door on either end of the hallway.
Entering the hallway, he sees identical doors to the door he came from - all closed - with a single door on either end of the hallway.
*feeds birbs*
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.
>>66062
And soon, a figure clad in tartan robes walking down the hallway.
"Hello?"
He's then followed by a giant snake
And 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.
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.
*sweeps room*
Gruu mac
Slaps chest with flat side of axe.
Corporal in black orc brigade
Slaps chest with flat side of axe.
Corporal in black orc brigade
*sighs forlornly* damn i was hoping to try out my new sword
Wut is da waaagh size?
Follows torque eye ing the snake thing suspiciously
[hoers noises]
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.
>>66089
A <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."
>>66089
A <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."
Stronger than the many?
*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
>>66098
The damage is structural and intensive, mostly of neglect and incompetent workmanship. Its not a lost cause though
The 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.
Snek takes the opportunity of Thez distracting everyone to hide amongst the walls.
For player's reference, cuz they wanted to know how that works
"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
Goes to massage singed half elf
Sounds cherry!
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.
"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.
>>66113
The mine has a cave-in relatively early in its tunnel system. There's rotten and dessicated remains of commies.
The mine has a cave-in relatively early in its tunnel system. There's rotten and dessicated remains of commies.
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?
*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!
Heh heh heh heh
Leaves the small femalish looking thing alone for now
Leaves the small femalish looking thing alone for now
Tosses hair.
>>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?"
"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?"
>>66133
what did you expect
*tosses chocolate covered gnome to snek* so im guessing you guys are almost ready to go to durpistan?
what did you expect
*tosses chocolate covered gnome to snek* so im guessing you guys are almost ready to go to durpistan?
Yeah...the orc. Glares.
>>66136
>Grrrrrr noises
Tracy, 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."
>Grrrrrr noises
Tracy, 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."
>>66147
>"Well, in my humble opinion everyone but me and Lenos are idiots. No offense to you though."
"I hate you"
>"You too"
>"Well, in my humble opinion everyone but me and Lenos are idiots. No offense to you though."
"I hate you"
>"You too"
*shoots tree with bow*
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>>66158
"Where did you crawl out of? Nevermind, there's more of us. A green-skin in black armor and a half-sissyelf."
"Where did you crawl out of? Nevermind, there's more of us. A green-skin in black armor and a half-
>>66166
"Not currently. I know Addy went to talk to her about a week ago, but I don't know what came of it."
"Not currently. I know Addy went to talk to her about a week ago, but I don't know what came of it."
>>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."
"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."
>>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.
"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.
>>66171
i 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."
i 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."
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>>66172
Yes, 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.
Yes, 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?!?"
*jumps up on the table and points sword*
"howd you get out of the facility, you tree nigger?!?"
>>66181
His 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.
His 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
I'm pretty pissed off about that phone..
*prowls around countryside, not really doing anything at all*
*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
>19
Making a most respectful showing overall, Infernius picks Gruu'mac up off the ground just with his bare hands.
"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
>19
Making a most respectful showing overall, Infernius picks Gruu'mac up off the ground just with his bare hands.
>>66191
He didn't escape, I mean that he made a good showing, but that Infernius otherwise would pick him up given the strength difference.
He didn't escape, I mean that he made a good showing, but that Infernius otherwise would pick him up given the strength difference.
>>66192
Weaving 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.
Weaving 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.
I am gruu mac!
Soldja to dorfs. The mastas ded an me thinks ded too
Soldja to dorfs. The mastas ded an me thinks ded too
[1d20+21 = 34]
>>66208
Rolling to sense if i'll die when I press the elevator button.
Has Addy gotten in yet?
>>66208
Rolling to sense if i'll die when I press the elevator button.
Has Addy gotten in yet?
>>66210
She's already in the elevator,... pointing at the hole in the ceiling that she's too short to climb,...
She's already in the elevator,... pointing at the hole in the ceiling that she's too short to climb,...
>>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!"
"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!"
Not this space work ting. I am ork.
(Warhammer, black orc, not 40k) ;)
(Warhammer, black orc, not 40k) ;)
[1d20+13 = 19]
>>66223
Climbing 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.
>>66223
Climbing 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.
[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 = 13]
>>66229
Well, 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,..."
>>66229
Well, 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*
Upon further inquiry, it seems that Tracy and Addy are the ones fighting, off in Durpistan.
>>66222
I 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.
I 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.
>>66235
She'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.
She'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.
*as lenos's hand makes contact with infernious he casts greater teleport on himself and infernious*
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.
Slams drink at bar, starts exploring place
I was off on a hint an then...blam!
Hunt...
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.
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.