>Mixed NutsTo some, its a delightful role-playing venture based (loosely) on 3.5e D&D rules. To others its the worst thing to happen to Mlpol
>What it doOn weekends we engage a dynamic storyline based largely on the GM's capacity to create and illustrate the ongoing storyline.
>What about me?New players and shitposters are always welcome. We have prohibited excessive >lewd, but non-players can assume casual roles as available (at the moment the world is a desolate wasteland tho so not for a bit) or work with existing players and GM to create a new character. Ordinarily we have several side-characters with their own existing backstories, as well as a few player contributions including a very sad Alex Jones or Yak Lee, a literal MLP yak trained as a monk, Taylor Swift,... there's others. If wanting to play, make a post about it in thread and there's plenty of anons who can steer anon in the right direction.
Currently the party is facing almost certain death. Thez squares off against Igritchkora of Bog, while the party - and Torcuil in particular - have managed to piss off an entire royal court of devils and demons. They're in hell though, so at least their opponents will politely wait their turn.
Previous initiative tally
>>65413 → +Tracy (27)
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reeeeeee i want my treasure back from the elvenziggers damn it
Adeline however, neither knows nor cares about such things, and is instead ready to venture to Durpistan in a full-sized camper-wagon loaded with cooking supplies. Don't act surprised.
"They'd be much happier in a big open city!" Addy implores Tracy, wrt the birbs.
>>66024>Iz slightly less than enthusiastic to go back to CardishilYeah, better find them before they spend it all..
Meanwhile *in* Trump tower, Thez is busy pouring through the library, looking for any piece of information she can glean or use. At this time however, a rather tell-tale WHOOOOSH sound occurs from the character's rooms, indicating the arrival of somebody *new*.
>>66025(Is that the wagon Slovenia built?)
The new player in question finds himself in a blank room with dark glassy surfaces. He's seated on a bed structure, also made out of this glass. There is a chest of sorts at the base of the bed (again, glass), and a single door is the only other remarkable aspect to the room.
>>66025>>66028*pulls wagon to abandoned gulag*
>>66028Uhm,... idk about *the* one,... its not the death wagon if that's your question, I had forgotten about that.
>>66032I meant the one big enough for her birbs.
Gets out of the bed and checks the chest
"Snek, prepare my airship"
>"When did you become my general?"
"Just get ready to head somewhere"
>"Where?"
"To be determined"
Torc and Snek head out of the holodeck, having finishing the last of their training.
>>66033No, not that one
>>66034Empty
>>66035Thez is pouring through books. The whoosh technically hasn't quite happened yet, but give it a sec.
>>66036"Hey Thez, anything interesting?"
>>66036Okay then.
Would the tower have landed in Durpistan so they could be dropped off?
>>66038Well, anyway, after settling her birbs (however she got them there), Tracy would be nosing around Duristan.
>>66038No, its at a centralized location, accessable (assuming one can fly) but not landed. There is an airship tho.
>>66037"Not really, I still can't figure out what happened. What I
do know defies my understanding of the workings of the magic in question."
Goes to door and tries to open it
>>66040Okay then.
Somewhere, within the 3 week period, Tracy would've brought her birbs to the abandoned gulag.
[1d4+15 = 16]Torcuil, Snek, and Thez are interrupted by the tell-tale sound of one of Lenos' fire-traps going off.
>>66043His surroundings are suddenly and inexplicably engulfed in flame causing that much damage. The room smells a bit of burned hair. Outside the door, along a blank wall is a scorched sign that says "Please don't firetrap the rooms"
>>66040"Yeah, I'm not even gonna try to understand what happened. Lemme know if you need any help though"
>>66046Boom"Uh, oh yeah. I know that sound"
By elf women balls what is this
>>66047Thez nods and sighs. "Its on you, my hands are tied,..."
>>66046Tracy is brushing her birbs in the city.
Runs hands on glass and looks for cracks.
>>66052There are no cracks or seams. It is surgically precise
Checks for surgery scars and kidneys.
>>66049"Huh? Okay..."
Torc heads up to see what nutcase is joining them this time.
>>66056Nope, he's unmarked and whole
Grumbles down the hall brushing off soot
>>66061Entering the hallway, he sees identical doors to the door he came from - all closed - with a single door on either end of the hallway.
Head out of the door, proceeding cautiously.
Walks to end of hall and looks around the corner
As the door opens, and just like with Gruu'mac, the room fills with flame for a moment. This all occurs within view of Gruu'mac, who had just entered the hallway.
>>66062And soon, a figure clad in tartan robes walking down the hallway.
"Hello?"
He's then followed by a giant snake
hearing 2 booms lenos starts laughing as he knows there is freshmeat for his traps
Readies tower shield. Whuts ya Bidnes!
[1d4+15 = 19]
So as the flames from the second firetrap subside, we have a black-armored figure standing in a hallway, a half-elf still in the room, and from one of the far doors, a human and a 30' snake.
Meanwhile, Torcuil arrives at the hallway, and can currently see a blackened-armored humanoid with wisps of smoke trailing off them.
The snake has a Pinochet hat, and a pair of sunglasses on, and is carrying a pistol with his tail, which is pointed at whatever he's looking at.