>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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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
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