Previous thread,... oh hell it should be obvious by now.
Continuing the Game.
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i make bulletin board in my room(assumeing i can find the materials
>pic related.
[2d20 = 20]
The peasants on the road notice the centaur-things and are keeping their distance, but they're fixated on the quarantine area. The first to the entry way calls to the others.
"AFFIRMATIVE MAGIC SIGNAL DETECTED, BEGIN THOROUGH INVESTIGATION OF SURROUNDING AREA"
Most of them head toward the quarantine gate, while a few begin to walk around the building.
RESIDUE OF CONTRABAND DETECTED WITHIN.
He makes contact with the guard at the gate and completely botches his diplomacy check, and gets the door slammed in his face.
Also, Trump's explanation makes much more sense, though I'd allow the casino regardless.
>>8273>>8274You mean the quarantine area in Port Barry?
>>8276Yep. Spoiler, they're looking for Thez, as well as that green stone she used last night.
>>8277The centaur-things.
*follow furtively, but closely in stealth, knife out, keeping a careful eye on their balls.
>>8278They have no balls. As you approach they don't appear organic at all, but more of a mechanical construct.
As you begin to near, they all sprout wings and lift into the air.
>>8268Trumpaladin does early morning practice on what will be the field of Mile High Stadium. On that field are the players he has selected for his
New Jersey Port Barry Generals, who shall play for his United States Football League - the Universal Church of Football. Terry, now the head of the Davissian Mendicant Order, watches as well. Trumpaladin gives them all pointers on how to play, what they do right and wrong, and occasionally joins in himself to show them how it's done.
All the while, Trump wonders to himself if Fae will ever overcome the negative impression of him left by last night
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>>8279Oh, that's no fun...
Make my way back to wherever the part is, at full speed.
>>8280Never. She'll never respect you the same way Tracy does. >>8280Kek. From your position, you can see the centaurs as they take to the air, the sunlight glinting off their armor. I'm not sure how far you are at the moment, but its in the distance.
They fly in rigid formation, angling over the walls of the quarantine area. From her position, Tracy can hear the guards go on alert.
Finally
The last thread was bad enough I couldn't fucking post.
1: have we ever determined what metal I got?
2: do I hear these centaurs?
>>8283"Well Shit," Trump says as he lets another player he had tackled down on the ground. "Everyone, look over there." Trump runs forward, and yells out to those present who are members of the militia "Ready air defenses. If necessary" as he runs towards a tower
>>8285Cold Iron, and that depends on where you are, I'm not sure
>>8284Just push through (what is my speed, 50 ft?), in stealth towards where the party is.
Also, when will I be able to change size? Do I need to train towards that? Also, can Trumpaladin do an alignment test on the flying centaur robots?
>>8287I'm where ever I got the metal still
>>8288Don't worry, it'll happen soon. I'm figuring she has to be agitated to first discover it.
The commotion inside the quarantine increases, until 7 distinct "HOLD" commands can be heard, and the sounds from within diminish. The gate to the quarantine is locked, and the guard posted there is currently unable to move.
>>8291No, you would have had to be outside to see it.
>>8293Ah
Torcuil hears a commotion outside, so goes to check it out
>>8290You will be able to, yes. The creatures are inside, scouring the quarantine area for clues and information.
>>8292Employ Open Lock skill: Pick lock with knife and push through.
im guessing i dont know whats going on?
Okay, Tracy is at the door, Trump is not far behind, and Torcuil is in Port Barry. Some of the peasants are distracted, whispering "Did you see that?" to one another.
>>8295With a sigh, then a pause, Trumpaladin fills his lungs with air, then cries out to the sky, "FAE, PORT BARRY NEEDS YOU - Needs us"
[1d20 = 12]>>8297Correct. Don't worry, they'll be along shortly.
>>8298>Trump is not far behindFug. Turn around and go where he is.
"We have visitors!"
>>8296Success, you are able to pick the lock.
>>8299From along the city wall, you hear a loud roar, and you can see Fae lift off in your direction.
>>8302Oh snap, I misjudged the distance. Okay, you're still not there then, and sorry Tracy, but that didn't happen.
>>8303Trump's helpers at the field have already helped him into his armor, and he awaits Fae's arrival, with Vanderiem now on him
>>8304in stealth, on all fours (max speed)
Its a moot point anyway, as Fae lands unceremoniously in front of Trump.
"How may I be of assistance, good horsefucker?" her eye twitches as she says it.
>>8308Towards wherever the party is (I have the Scent ability: I can smell him)
>>8307"There..." Trumps stumbles in his words and is about to say something in correction, but stops himself, and then collects himself.
"Over there, in the sky. Can you see it? Winged Centaurs I think. I don't know if they are hostile or friendly, but we should go meet them." Trump gets on Fae's back, and unable to fully resist the temptation to argue, whispers "it was only to stop her from turning over to Soros. There was no other way"
>>8309Ah good. I'm not sure where he is precisely, but he's simple enough to detect. And she's off!
>>8310And Trump flies towards the centaurs, Fae permitting
>>8311So have I noticed this shit?
(Also I'll be back)
>>8312"Of course."
Trump takes off, and sees Tracy running in his direction, looking much more like a normal warpony, but still obvious considering her armor and such.
>>8313You know something is up, the locals are all talking about it now. Some sort of flying man-horses.
>>8314"Uh... Is there anywhere else, literally anywhere else, we can land that is near the centaurs"
>>8316Don't worry, they're coming to you in a manner of speaking. Or rather, they can be seen flying out the top of the quarantine and heading toward Trump tower.
They know exactly where Thez is at now, and are making a bee-line.
>>8317We then make a bee-line for them. When near enough, Trump will yell out "excuse me, are you here for something?"
[1d20 = 4]>>8318You have a whip now? I know you mentioned wanting one but,... okay you have a whip now.
>>8319As you approach, one of them turns to you.
STAY BACK, THIS DOES NOT CONCERN YOU.
>>8320>fail[internal reeeing intensifies]
>Momentarily wishes she weren't a mudpony >>8321Oh,... right,... I was just testing you. ._.
>>8322"Who does it concern?" Trump yells back
>>8323Thats good, cuz Nightmares can fly, and I would imagine that in her frustration, she might just do some sort of leap or something and realize she's not affected by gravity anymore.
>>8324*rapidly scampers over to the point of action any way she can*
>>8326DO IT, FGT!! >>8325THIS IS AN INTERNAL MATTER FOR THE REALM OF MECHANUS. DO NOT INTERFERE.
>>8328"Why are you here in Port Barry? Why are you going towards my luxury apartment tower?"
>>8327As Tracy scampers back and forth, she stomps the ground in frustration, flames erupting again along her hooves, her mane/tail, and smoke starts to seep from her eyes.
>>8328Are these Golem Knights? They count as Cuacemar Nightmares of the Construct variety, in this form, don't they?
If not, are they Zelekhuts?
>>8329WE HAVE TRACKED A LAW VIOLATOR TO THIS AREA. YOUR PROPERTY WILL REMAIN UNDAMAGED. DO NOT INTERFERE.
And with that they proceed to surround the tower.
"Fug" says Thez, finally seeing whats happening.
>>8330>Eyes on fire"REEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!"
>>8334>fug!I'm going to want their chains.
>>8332"A law violator?" Trump is now intrigued. "Do you need the assistance of a local?"
>>8333[reeeeeing intensifies]
*take off at full speed towards area of acrion, hooves flailing* (fug stealth!)
[3d20 = 23]>>8333Tracy, in a moment of intuition leaps in the air and finds (as said) that she is not bound by gravity anymore. She doesn't have wings, but she can sorta fly-gallop.
>>8335The whole damn things are awesome resources desu, that's where the last pile of rare metals came from.
>>8336WE DO NOT REQUIRE ASSISTANCE. DO NOT INTERFERE.
>>8338infernuis is hearing stuff outside?
3 of the Zs cast dimensional anchor in a manner that envelops the tower.
"Infernius, you might wanna see this," Thez calls out.
>>8338"Okay then" Trump says softly, mostly to himself. He watches now, keeping distance, ready to alternatively charge in or leave
>>8338>doesn't consider why she isn't falling>still reeeeing*tears like heck towards crystal*
>flying speed, 90 ftCan that put me between me and the crystal?
When Torcuil gets back, he can fast-forward to where he would "be" amidst all this.
>>8345them*
Fug!
I'm going to have to go soon...!
>>8344Where would he be? Tourcil's character is even more indifferent than Trump's
Also, Fae should do a scan on these mechanicus soldiers
>>8344Thatr Magneto staff could come in handy
>tfw RPing on borrowed time >>8347"They are Lawful Neutral. They will not hesitate to defend themselves, and may even attack if we approach."
>>8349"Sounds like we should stay back. Do you know who they are and what they want?"
>>8348You can fly toward them, but they've got the entrance surrounded.
One of them calls out to within the tower.
LAW VIOLATOR. YOUR PRESENCE IS KNOWN TO US. PRESENT YOURSELF OR WE WILL TAKE YOU BY FORCE.
>>8350"They are a particular construct that is tasked with maintaining law and order on the Clockwork plane. They would not be here without cause."
>>8354Worried now. "Any idea what that cause may be? Can we ally with them? Also, 'Clockwork Plane?'"
>>8353As you exit the mess area, you see Thez on the staircase, and the Z's arrayed outside the two entrance to the tower. "Whoopsie," she unconvincingly states.
>>8355"It seems that someone inside the tower has warranted their pursuit. They do not venture outside their plane for anything minor. The plane is populated entirely by mechanical constructs and the few organic life forms that create them."
[2d20 = 24]>>8352How many?
>Beside herself with rage>is charging without paying heed to anything*push through between them*
Thermal-cut anything that get's in my way, if it does (does this count as a ride-by attack?)
Oh shit, I g2g for a bit >>8359*sights deeply, then briefly covers his eyes with his hands*
Trumpaladin flies over to catch Tracy. You know, before she starts a war
As Trump dialogues with Fae, Tracy comes flying up from the rear.
>>8358"Uhm,... old friends?" she's being obviously coy.
Alright, I have an errand to run myself. Back in a few.
>>8361Not Dialoguing anymore. Trump yells out loudly to Tracy "CEASE." He wonders if he succeeded in forming a connection last night, and if so, how it may be used. He thinks about asking Fae how that would be exploited, since she might know, but decides that that is definitely not a good idea
>>8360Is that even possible? I'm more than twice your speed.
>>8364>tfw by the end of that 10 min, I'll have to leave for about an hour... >>8367I'm closer to them than you. Also maybe mind connection, maybe
I can wait, I thought you were leaving this instant
[7d20 = 76]>>8365"Its certainly not a social call," she says proceeding to the door.
"Yeah what? I guess you guys are here for this right?" she says, retrieving the green stone.
TARGET SIGHTED. ENGAGE