>Mixed NutsTo some, its a delightful role-playing venture based (loosely) on 3.5e D&D rules. To others its the worst thing to happen to Mlpol
>What it doOn weekends we engage a dynamic storyline based largely on the GM's capacity to create and illustrate the ongoing storyline.
>What about me?New players and shitposters are always welcome. We have prohibited excessive >lewd, but non-players can assume casual roles as available (at the moment the world is a desolate wasteland tho so not for a bit) or work with existing players and GM to create a new character. Ordinarily we have several side-characters with their own existing backstories, as well as a few player contributions including a very sad Alex Jones or Yak Lee, a literal MLP yak trained as a monk, Taylor Swift,... there's others. If wanting to play, make a post about it in thread and there's plenty of anons who can steer anon in the right direction.
Currently the party is facing almost certain death. Thez squares off against Igritchkora of Bog, while the party - and Torcuil in particular - have managed to piss off an entire royal court of devils and demons. They're in hell though, so at least their opponents will politely wait their turn.
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>>66586*looks towards the shadows*
"What did you just say?"
[1d20 = 11]>>66587"Lenos, thats what she said." Addy (undoubtedly) says.
Oh, Tracy is getting hit by a tail whip, as a knockback attack.
[1d6+5 = 9]
[1d20+11 = 25]
Suddenly, from somewhere no one can quite see a snake hisses and a hand appears shooting a small ray at the angry reptile.
>"Sorry fellow reptile"
Rolling a ranged touch attack, and effect
>>66588Her Touch AC is 32, with 50 percent miss cuz concealment.
Does she get hit?
>>66591Mrs. Morning sick dragon looses 9 str
The dragon's visible face changes from black to ashen.
Tracy just stands back a bit (move action to get out of range), now realizing that her only real way of dealing with these sorts of things is to stab her way through...
>>66593She looks at the sick dragon's face sympathetically.
"Sorry about that..."
Kiynen takes a deep breath.
Tracy, roll another reflex save
Tracy is extensively vomited on
[1d20+37 = 53]
[1d20+32 = 38]
Torc and Snek realize they aren't invisible anymore and decide they have to do something.
Torc does a bit of somatic and verbal components before holding his hand out and acting like he's grabbing something.
A ghostly hand attempts to grab mama dragon around the neck.
The higher bonus is the grapple check, she also gets a will save.
[1d20+11 = 15]
Kiynen will save
Kiynen, ill tempered and snapping in every which direction, is suddenly pulled off the ground by the scruff of her neck, by a pearlescent hand in a white glove.
>>66602"Hey! That actually worked!"
>>66602Tracy watches, approaching ever so cautiously.
>>66602"................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................. Pickle?"
>>66606>>66602"..I brought Häagen-Dazs too..." she says, dumping out three more oversized cylinders from her bag
>>66602"Listen, Kiynen, I'm sorry about this. Would you like a pickle? Some gnomes?"
>"Oh so she gets them?""To help us rebuild your city?"
Kiynen roars extensively into Tracy'd mane (which still has gobs of vomit btw)
>>66608>his cityCan't wait to see where this is going
>>66607"... I brought chocolate, vanilla, and leprechaun..." Tracy says, her tone taking on a bit of disappointment
>>66609"Could you at least talk and not just scream?"
>>66611"Well duh, the only person who can translate Draconic is me. But she's not exactly in "passive" mode now is she? This would be so much easier with my Kynen," Addy mutters.
"I will serve your babies!" Addy calls out, Snek being the only one who understands what she said.
A very low and long hiss issues throughout.
"I'm trying to move things forward, we've been stuck here for a minute!"
Kiynen stands at length, revealing that she had been coiled around 5 ivory, gold, and ebon-flaked eggs. They're mostly eggish colored, with equal bits of gold and black. She peers down upon Addy, who stands stern-faced, almost nose to nose.
So basically, I missed the introductory phrasing, but the idea is that Addy would utilize her undersanding of Kiynen and how she worked to connect with her on an intimate level, to a degree unachievable outside a wealth of experience. Tl;dr Addy just pushded Kynen's buttoms
She also may have just pledged herself Kynen's children's slave
>>66610Tracy, now looking rather glum, turns around to leave...
"Lenos is in the tower, if you want him... I could go get him, if you want..." she says, not really waiting for a response as she wanders off, without the icecream
>>66619[disappointed poner noises]
>>66617"Uh, Addy should I let go of her now?"
>>66619Tracy returns to the tower
>>66622>>66619I really doubt her perspective would shift so. I rather think that she would realize an otherwise tense situation. I could be wrong.
>>66623Naw, it just dawned on me that Tracy didn't actually know Kiynen, so I feel like I've been roleplaying this all wrong. Had I realized they'd never actually spoken, I wouldn't have had her cockily waltz into someone else's home, dodging lethal attacks to deliver freaking pickles...
>>66622"What the hell just got into me..?" Tracy mutters to herself as she trots all the way back to the tower
Torc has Snek translate a gush of word about how he didn't mean too and how he's stupid and stuff before gently sitting the Mama Dragon down by her eggs.
>>66627Cuz I'm sure thats how Snek would translate that
>>66628Oh under the proper threats he would translate it perfectly.
The understandable to anyone other than snek are things like:
"I'm sorry- I didn't mean- I didn't know, I uh" "I hope this results in no ill will in the future" "the eggs are beautiful, and the little ones will be too"
And other nonsense.
>>66630*finds the brownie and drags him back to the scene*
*drunken brownie mumbling*