Let's get to it. This is the ongoing RP game. We're mid session so don't mind me, but you're welcome to join or watch or whatever.
Some ridiculous shit just went down, previous thread here:
https://archive.4plebs.org/mlpol/and OP just set his steaks on fire while Trump approaches the group of felines.
"Please hold!" says a large bipedal light-grey.
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>>7352Kek, you don't kick a hole in the wall, that's solid glass-steal. You do run out into the forest.
As you do so, there are several humanoid-looking things running about. They all turn as you come charging into the forest. None are close, but you can hear them jibber-jabber.
>>7356She only just declared departing for the forest. You can still follow.
>>7354"Hey wait! What about Tracy?" she mutters curses at her faggot for putting her in this situation.
Kek.
[1d20 = 15]
>Doesn't want to leave his position, but hears Tracy's scream and wants to know if it's the sort of thing he needs to leave for
Roll to tell if the scream was caused by contact with a foe, or Tracy being Tracy as per normal
>>7359Well the tower is above Port Barry, which is not far from the edge of the forest which eventually leads to Trollestia's grove, beyond the great tree.
>>7360It is neither Tracy being Tracy, nor contact with another foe. This scream sounds like something of an uncontrollable change occurring within, rather than something caused by without or 'normal' circumstances.
>>7360Wait seriously? YOU'RE Trump?
>>7357>barbarian rage*right through them, still shrieking*
"REEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!"
>translation>'Unholy fuck! My brain is on fire!' >>7361>eventually leads to Trollestia's groveFucking shit..!
Is there a darker, spookier direction I could run towards?
[1d20 = 4]>>7362...
ID e4acb is Trump, yes
>>7361Well, Tracy's personal issues become mine sooner or later, but I'm going to have to go with "later." In the meantime, I will explore the business situation in Port Barry.
>>7365Torcuil knows nothing of the grove at this point, only Tracy's been there.
>>7367The area before the grove is/was plenty dark and spooky. You haven't even made it to the tree, its just this time you're having a panic attack and can't stealth.
Two of them start to approach (you can see three) and the jibber-jabbering increases. Rather than a single medium-sized creature, they appear a mess of movement, kind of like a pile of ants.
>>7368No, I mean,... ur that artfag?? ^_^
>>7370That's picsart guy. Someone else.
>>7369*instinctively draws knife*
>has low-light visiondetection?
>>7371Oh, okay. I haven't been able to determine whether picsart guy is still around. I hope so.
>>7373Just one? Its daytime btw.
>>73751
>>73762
>had no idea, fuggin awesome >>7377I thought I was beginning to morph.
*bites knife a growls*
>>7377Torcuil heads back to the pyramid, hoping for something that doesnt involve insane murder horse
>>7380swiggity swooty im coming to heal that booty.
>>7378SOMETHING is happening, but ur not sure what yet.
>>7379You're the one who followed,....
>>7364You and Thez arrive a distance from where Tracy is now pulling her full trio of knives to bear. You see a few brownish-mounds that look humanoid, and one of them approaches Tracy. As it does so, it explodes in a flurry of movement, appearing to increase a bit in size.
Tracy gets an attack of opportunity.
[2d20 = 22]>>7382*attacks with both knife and fire*
[2d20 = 12]>>7382when its my turn i gore 2 of the mounds.
>>7383Both attacks land, causing small brownish creatures to be flung from the mound. That in its self is curious. What is also curious is that almost to your command, a burst of fire erupts against the mound which draws back and distorts as it attempts to escape the flame.
>>7385Even more curious, as the flame erupts, the pain in your head decreases.
>>7386*Mauls nearest creature*
What did I just tear apart?
>>7388*focuses on pain in head*
I head to the treasury
Side note, could a mage use throwing weapons efficently?
[16d3 = 31]Thez, still being held by Infernius sniffs the air a few times. "Wait a second, that smell. There's a hint of the infernal about."
>>7390Its almost like the pressure that comes of a nasty infection; an abnormal pressure you're unfamiliar with that is painful and alien. It feels primordial, and unlike anything you've ever experienced.
The mound in front of you reforms, and advances on you, almost enveloping you.
[16d3 = 39]>>7392As the mound envelops, a dozen or more tiny slashes and gashes crack along your exposed parts (no armor is all-encompassing). This only fills Tracy with more rage (and pain), which increases the pressure in her head. She feels about to burst.
Ignore the second set of rolls
>>7391With practice, yes. Darts are the preferred thrown weapon, but daggers/knives are also applicable.
[2d20 = 18]>>7392>has uncanny dodgesaving roll
*Attacks with fire again*
From her closer perspective, Tracy can see that the mound is actually a mass of 6" bipedal creatures, swarming all over themselves and leveraging each other to slash and stab with very small crude weapons of metal, bone, and wood. The creatures themselves are hairy and fast.
>>7395>not acknowlegding best throwing weaponWhat would be the best secondary weapon for a mage?
Im thinking about a set of throwing hatchets
>>7396Gibberlings get auto-flank when they envelop a target. However, fire was the correct choice.
In a fit of maddened and pain-riddled flexing, the area immediately around Tracy bursts with gouts of flame, as though a gasoline fire was just lit. The mound explodes backwards, as the Gibberlings lose their grip on one another and start scrambling around. The other Gibberling mounds stop and watch.
The blasted mound attempts to reconstitute its self. While, Tracy feels the pressure in her head diminish significantly, though she still has some 'juice' left.
The other two mounds however, appear to be looking at eachother quizzically with large tear-drops over their 'heads'.
>>7401They got blown off by the last burst. They're scrambling just out of physical range.
[1d20 = 18]>>7403*takes even more moon sugar*>is literally shaking*Steps forward and uses Appraisal*
>>7404Wrong skill (appraisal is for determining items) but I know what you mean.
Tracy feels like she could focus on the mound and envoke fire upon them.
Also, I'm assuming that Infernius is a bit stunned by what is happening. He was too far off to gore to begin with, it wouldn't have worked for the second, and omfwtfbbq?
[1d20 = 1]
[angry hoers noises]
*Use Intimidate*
steps forward
>>7411Gibbity gibbity
The mound seems less interested in approaching, and is keeping its distance. The other two mounds slowly shuffle closer.
How do I into rage combos?
*keeps moving forward, still hissing*
>>7413You don't EVEN know at this point, you just know that theres a pressure in your head and there's a mound in front of them.
From distance, still being carried by Infernius, Thez yells "Unleash it! Don't let it build, they are your enemy and deserve whatever happens!"
>>7414"Fucking leave me alone!"
*Runs off, ignoring jibberniggers*
Thez looks at Infernius. "Don't just stand there, go after her!"
The Gibberlings are not impressed, and start to swarm around Tracy, the three of them expanding to envelop her. She gets an attack of opportunity, but there's three of them and each represents a mass of smaller creatures.
>>7418Yes, but you're coming in from distance, it'd take a few rounds even at free-fall speed.
[1d20 = 12]>>7417Can't my Escape Artist ability help me?
*spray fire at anything in obstructing path*
[3d3 = 7]>>7421Yes, but you're surrounded and they're keeping their distance, taking advantage of circumferential flank.
Thez yells "Tracy! Crush them with fire!!"
[1d20 = 14]>>7423"Shut the fuck up, you bitch!"
>Charges>brandishes knife and slashes through whatever is in the front [30d3 = 62]>>7424You/she successfully strike at 3 of them, but there's over a hundred. They fully envelop, and slash/scrape/stab from all sides.
>>7424You're NOT in good shape.
>>7424Uh... Can I swoop in now?
>>7429Alright, preliminary question then. Can I tell the entity being attacked is the Blue One
[1d20 = 10]>>7425>what does it take for a lady to get some space?>>7427"REEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!"
>*rage at maximun*>erratic slashing and bitingCan I cast a saving roll now?
>>7428It wouldn't help. >>7431>saving rollIn these circumstances no. They're rather coordinated, and taking full advantage of their small size. They're essentially like piranas(sp) except with swords and jagged things, instead of teeth.
You're beginning to feel faint.
[1d20 = 9]>>7432Fuck it. Do whatever the fuck Thez said, so I can get some space.
[1d20 = 6]>>7434As Tracy begins to lose track of her surroundings, and as (unbeknownst to her, vaporous steam begins to hiss from her pores and especially her mane) she casts a single lasting glance at the mound.
"BURN" echoes through her mind, as her eyes dip, and then close.
From outside Tracy's perspective, obsrvers can see she's steaming (literally) and covered in tiny wounds and gashes. Her eyes begin to lose their focus, and she grits her teeth.
The mound(s) that now surround her are enveloped in a spiralling flame, which burn like a cylinder around her. Most of the GIbberlings are burned away, while others scramble to escape the unwarranted and unexpected flames. Tens and twenties of the little bastards lie smoking and charred at her feet, while the survivors an evaders flee to whatever rock or hole they crawled out of.
As Tracy surveys the area, she begins to lose consciousness.
Tracy has one move before falling.
>>7437>>7438No, that's exactly what happens. As the Gibberlings escape/retreat, Trump swoops down atop (what was her name again? I forgot to give her a name.) the Dragonne, while Tracy slumps and falls forward, prevented from falling only by Trump's intervention.
As she collapses across the Dragonne's back, Trump notices that her mane is lined with bony protrusions that were not there before. They're like horns almost, but really small and dotting the inside of her mane (not obvious on glance, but detectable upon inspection).
The remaining Gibberlings make like ninjas and vanish.
Thez, still being held by Infernius.
"What the fuck just happened?! What did she do!?"
>>7441You have no idea. From inside a blackened area, you sense a cackling. This exists apart from the world.
>>7439>What is her namePonies, America, Football, Elway - PAFE. Pa'fey. Fey if you like.
>>7441I can leave you on the charred ground near the surviving groundhog things if you prefer
>>7445My luck has been shitty today...
Guess whose back
Back again
>>7411This is adorable
What are my choices of metal in the treasury?
>>7445Nice fail rape horse
>>7448*takes note to stir haggis later*
>>7444Fae works (if you don't mind)
>>7446"No! You don't get it!" Thez is struggling around despite her bandages. "Her scent is totally different now! She smells like,... well,... like one of my kind!"
With Tracy safely on Fae's back, she (Fae) comments, "I don't mean to question you great Trump, but that pony we're ushering,... do you know that she has devil blood in her?"
>>7451>devilCan't I just be fiendish instead? I was thinking something closer to a Nightmare.
>>7452Don't worry, we're on EXACTLY the same page. I said you have devil blood in you (which is true), I didn't yet state the lasting effect. Its not an easy transition.