ITT Roleplaying
Classic Tabletop D&D (3.5e mostly)
New players welcome, most especially our recent pony addition
Its always some level of nuts in this thread, and this moment does not disappoint.
All kinds of things have happened, the result of which is that with over a week passing in meat-space the party is still right where they left off at.
Tracy is venturing to the mountains with her floofy-faced, hutungous birbs in an oversided wagon, hoping to give them a chance to have a moment with their biological father.
Trump, for some reason, is quite butt-hurt by this. What? Its true,....
Thez is enjoying the first decent night's sleep in over a week, Infernius contemplates (((genocide))) (does it work in that context? I mean he's contemplating their genocide of course), and Torcuil learns that Death is a pretty cool chick with a morbid sense of humor in an absurd job that you wouldn't think is a job, but its literally a job. So yeah, next time he wants to hit her up, just blow ur brains out or something.
Last thread got to over 1800 posts <trumpet fanfare> but that shit is impossible on mobile and cumbersome at best otherwise so,....
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>>53733
A fellow with a long curled moustach eyeballs Infernius."
He sets his piece on a waiting table before scootling on his rolling chair into a back area.
A fellow with a long curled moustach eyeballs Infernius."
He sets his piece on a waiting table before scootling on his rolling chair into a back area.
I love every version of this painting.
>>53741
It is very nice.
When does the game resume today? Wondering if I can get my work done in time to join.
It is very nice.
When does the game resume today? Wondering if I can get my work done in time to join.
>>53742
Idk, we'll have to wait for GM. There's no set time, and you can join whenever really. Most of the characters are already in separate locations anyway.
Idk, we'll have to wait for GM. There's no set time, and you can join whenever really. Most of the characters are already in separate locations anyway.
>>53728
>So yeah, next time he wants to hit her up, just blow ur brains out or something.
>tries to think of a 'le petit mort' joke
>fails
>So yeah, next time he wants to hit her up, just blow ur brains out or something.
>tries to think of a 'le petit mort' joke
>fails
>>53728
*pulls giant ass wagon up the mountain*
*grunts* "We'll be there any minute now, Angels." *huff*
*pulls giant ass wagon up the mountain*
*grunts* "We'll be there any minute now, Angels." *huff*
>>53744
I have to admit the image of Torc just blowing his brains out every time he's ready to go on a "date" with his GF is absolutely hilarious.
I have to admit the image of Torc just blowing his brains out every time he's ready to go on a "date" with his GF is absolutely hilarious.
Also, this thread needs IDs, unless we're should all start namefagging (except for the tripflagfags).
>>53748
Kek
I imagine it'd be sort-of like Astral Projection: Torc bites a bullet, and then his "ghost" flies out to meet Death wherever their spooky extraplanar rendezvous point was, with an identical copy of whatever items he was wearing/carrying (weapons, chocolates, flowers, a suit, ect.); and then they go for a cruise on the Red River Styx and watch the stars fall into the Blood Rift, or something cool like that. His actual body is still totally and completely dead though, although he could easily be revived later (and finds that the bull shit in his pockets again).
Kek
I imagine it'd be sort-of like Astral Projection: Torc bites a bullet, and then his "ghost" flies out to meet Death wherever their spooky extraplanar rendezvous point was, with an identical copy of whatever items he was wearing/carrying (weapons, chocolates, flowers, a suit, ect.); and then they go for a cruise on the Red River Styx and watch the stars fall into the Blood Rift, or something cool like that. His actual body is still totally and completely dead though, although he could easily be revived later (and finds that the bull shit in his pockets again).
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>>53751
>she could have taken the airship
Last time she tried that, she got grappled without question.
I figured I could have her do that while the other party members when to the gnome city or Sparta or wherever.
I still want her to investigate the rumor of those persons disappearing around the lumber mill too.
*kills 88 happy merchants*
>she could have taken the airship
Last time she tried that, she got grappled without question.
I figured I could have her do that while the other party members when to the gnome city or Sparta or wherever.
I still want her to investigate the rumor of those persons disappearing around the lumber mill too.
*kills 88 happy merchants*
>>53755
While Tracy makes progress toward the location of daddy-bird, it takes longer than she anticipated, since last time she was flying around and such, rather than carrying a heavily laden wagon into a mountain range (its not like there's roads or sidewalks n shit). As she arrives within visual range of the spot, she is fatigued.
While Tracy makes progress toward the location of daddy-bird, it takes longer than she anticipated, since last time she was flying around and such, rather than carrying a heavily laden wagon into a mountain range (its not like there's roads or sidewalks n shit). As she arrives within visual range of the spot, she is fatigued.
[1d20+18 = 32]
>>53757
*gasp* *Wheeze*
"You girls sure have been growing up well..."
Tracy looks up at the spire
Spot check to look for daddybird.
>>53757
*gasp* *Wheeze*
"You girls sure have been growing up well..."
Tracy looks up at the spire
Spot check to look for daddybird.
>>53759
Better he go there. Trumpaladin did want to make a business deal last time he was there, if iirc, but it looks like his faggot is taking a break for a while.
Better he go there. Trumpaladin did want to make a business deal last time he was there, if iirc, but it looks like his faggot is taking a break for a while.
*channels divegrass energy*
>>53758
The terrain is rough, and the inclines of the mountains prevent driving the wagon further into the range. Farge feathers dot and lie along the surroundings, gathered into corners and ditches by the wind and weather. Some of the feathers are disturbed, as though large creatures have been through here recently.
The terrain is rough, and the inclines of the mountains prevent driving the wagon further into the range. Farge feathers dot and lie along the surroundings, gathered into corners and ditches by the wind and weather. Some of the feathers are disturbed, as though large creatures have been through here recently.
*large
[1d20+18 = 34]
>>53762
>cart is no-go
Tracy busies herself with burying the propping the wagon wheel, to prevent the vehicle from rolling back down the mountain, as she wonders what to do next in her poorly-considered plan...
>tfw 9 Wis
Listen check, for good measure.
>>53762
>cart is no-go
Tracy busies herself with burying the propping the wagon wheel, to prevent the vehicle from rolling back down the mountain, as she wonders what to do next in her poorly-considered plan...
>tfw 9 Wis
Listen check, for good measure.
Tracy puts on a grimace, seemingly displeased with something unrelated
"Rigged, it's always rigged...!" she mutters, as she kicks the soil in frustration.
"Rigged, it's always rigged...!" she mutters, as she kicks the soil in frustration.
I mean she can see the spire, but the nest site is obstructed
A crashing sound can be heard in the distance. Its difficult to determine which direction because of the reverberations from the mountains, but it sounds large. Also, there are no birds around.
>>53769
Tracy curses to herself as she realizes with comically sudden clarity that this trip to the mountains was even more poorly planned than her last one.
She looks to the fluffy heads of Sam and Bunny sticking out the window, as she ponders what to do.
Tracy curses to herself as she realizes with comically sudden clarity that this trip to the mountains was even more poorly planned than her last one.
She looks to the fluffy heads of Sam and Bunny sticking out the window, as she ponders what to do.
[1d20+23 = 30]
>>53771
"Bucking horseapples!" Tracy curses with sudden alarm, realizing she's not in good company.
She looks around, slightly panicked, as she wonders how she could hide a cart so Yuge.
Search check for a hiding spot, because why the hell not.
>>53771
"Bucking horseapples!" Tracy curses with sudden alarm, realizing she's not in good company.
She looks around, slightly panicked, as she wonders how she could hide a cart so Yuge.
Search check for a hiding spot, because why the hell not.
>>53772
In the distance, a humanoid appears to be flying around in a searching pattern. He's too far to make out well, but he maneuvers about with speed and expertise.
In the distance, a humanoid appears to be flying around in a searching pattern. He's too far to make out well, but he maneuvers about with speed and expertise.
[1d20 = 16]
>>53773
As quick as she's able, Tracy finds a ditch-like spot and begins piling any/all stray feathers onto the cart, trying to make it look as natural as possible
>>53773
As quick as she's able, Tracy finds a ditch-like spot and begins piling any/all stray feathers onto the cart, trying to make it look as natural as possible
>>53774
Tracy, in slight panic, tries her best to wheel her cart off to the inner-side of the outcrop. She tosses her tarp (the one made from ponimaru's and coppers skins) over the exposed side of it, and tosses her entire bag of Dust of Illusion onto it, attempting to make it appear as a rock.
Tracy, in slight panic, tries her best to wheel her cart off to the inner-side of the outcrop. She tosses her tarp (the one made from ponimaru's and coppers skins) over the exposed side of it, and tosses her entire bag of Dust of Illusion onto it, attempting to make it appear as a rock.
>>53776
Oh, thats way better. You get a much better bonus to your check that way. Okay, that should be good.
Oh, thats way better. You get a much better bonus to your check that way. Okay, that should be good.
>>53778
Tracy makes sure to put the tarp over the window, in attempt to make her birds fall asleep in the darkness (chicks are like that, but idk).
"Quiet, angels" she whispers, as she carefully closes the curtain.
Tracy makes sure to put the tarp over the window, in attempt to make her birds fall asleep in the darkness (chicks are like that, but idk).
"Quiet, angels" she whispers, as she carefully closes the curtain.
I'm going to assume that Tracy shuttered the windows; it wouldn't do to have fuzzy bird faces sticking out of a large rock if she's engaged in a fight
>>53779
K yeah
>>53779
K yeah
>>53783
As Tracy does her best to make herself scarce, the scent of a new creature enters her perimeter of scent sense. Its very high up, and it makes no sound, but its very detectably in the vicinity, except she can't see anything there.
As Tracy does her best to make herself scarce, the scent of a new creature enters her perimeter of scent sense. Its very high up, and it makes no sound, but its very detectably in the vicinity, except she can't see anything there.
>>53785
>perimeter of scent sense
So like ~60 ft up/away?
From her poorly-rolled but skillfully-found hiding spot, Tracy does her best to observe the creature. She draws and knocks her composite bow with a poisoned arrow as she watches the sky and focuses on the scent of the flying creature.
>perimeter of scent sense
So like ~60 ft up/away?
From her poorly-rolled but skillfully-found hiding spot, Tracy does her best to observe the creature. She draws and knocks her composite bow with a poisoned arrow as she watches the sky and focuses on the scent of the flying creature.
[1d20+18 = 20]
>>53786
Wait, 60 ft isn't high up. Nevermind.
Tracy watches carefully, squinting to get a look at the creature, to at least determine its size or movements
Spot check
>>53786
Wait, 60 ft isn't high up. Nevermind.
Tracy watches carefully, squinting to get a look at the creature, to at least determine its size or movements
Spot check
>>53786
I reiterate, she sees nothing. The air is absent any creatures, but she can clearly smell something is there
I reiterate, she sees nothing. The air is absent any creatures, but she can clearly smell something is there
A slight jingle of chain-mail reaches Tracy's ears as the creature flies closer to the "rock", apparently having noticed it.
>>53789
Tracy grits her teeth in frustration as she realizes that her chances of being able to advance or even retreat with her birds in tow are next to none, with that flying whateverthefuck on the loose.
"Shit!" Tracy curses under her breath, as she aims her bow towards the sound, realizing her little jig is up.
Is she within ~30 ft of the "rock"?
Tracy grits her teeth in frustration as she realizes that her chances of being able to advance or even retreat with her birds in tow are next to none, with that flying whateverthefuck on the loose.
"Shit!" Tracy curses under her breath, as she aims her bow towards the sound, realizing her little jig is up.
Is she within ~30 ft of the "rock"?
>>53791
Uh, sure, she hid immediately after concealing it, so she'd be right there.
"You find anything yet?" a low and deep voice calls out from distance.
Uh, sure, she hid immediately after concealing it, so she'd be right there.
"You find anything yet?" a low and deep voice calls out from distance.
>>53792
'Oh, great, a search party.' Tracy thinks to herself, realizing that this isn't going to be as simple as sniping some solitary flying beast
She draws her little animated bowgun-arm-thing out of her bag, letting it rest beside her, as she prepares to engage her now plural enemies (sure, they might not be enemies, but >9 Wis)
And for the heck of it, Detect Good
'Oh, great, a search party.' Tracy thinks to herself, realizing that this isn't going to be as simple as sniping some solitary flying beast
She draws her little animated bowgun-arm-thing out of her bag, letting it rest beside her, as she prepares to engage her now plural enemies (sure, they might not be enemies, but >9 Wis)
And for the heck of it, Detect Good
"No," the creature calls back, resuming visibility. Its a large muscle-bound humanoid with pale blue skin. Its head has small horns atop it, and its eyes are like black pearls. In a sheath slung over its back is a fine great-sword and it is wearing a well-crafted suit of chainmail. It eyeballs the "rock" one last time, squinting at it for a moment, and then flies up and toward his associate. They begin a conversation about the overall goods and resources they have accumulated in this particular "raid". In the distance, a trio of far more primitive looking giant-kin wearing skins and carrying clubs guide a herd of wild cattle, all roped together in a line.
[1d20+18 = 28]
>>53794
Tracy breaths a sigh of relief as she feels her angels are undiscovered for the time being. She carefully observes the four large creatures from her hiding spot, her ears perking slightly at the mention of a "raid".
Listen check to eavesdrop on conversations, if any.
>Stupid Questions:
It was flying earlier, right? Does they all have wings? Which direction are they herding the cattle? Is there another path, or are they on the same one? Does the surrounding area seem to provide sufficient cover for Tracy to trail the ones on the ground?
>>53794
Tracy breaths a sigh of relief as she feels her angels are undiscovered for the time being. She carefully observes the four large creatures from her hiding spot, her ears perking slightly at the mention of a "raid".
Listen check to eavesdrop on conversations, if any.
>Stupid Questions:
It was flying earlier, right? Does they all have wings? Which direction are they herding the cattle? Is there another path, or are they on the same one? Does the surrounding area seem to provide sufficient cover for Tracy to trail the ones on the ground?
>>53795
First off, there are 5 of them. Two of them are fancy, three of them are durpy, and there's about 2.5 dozen dire cows in the mix.
They do not have wings, but they clearly do and are flying with ease and finesse. They are herding the cattle in Tracy's general direction. The surrounding area might provide cover, to be determined as the area Tracy has decided to hide the rock seems to be along the group's continuing path.
First off, there are 5 of them. Two of them are fancy, three of them are durpy, and there's about 2.5 dozen dire cows in the mix.
They do not have wings, but they clearly do and are flying with ease and finesse. They are herding the cattle in Tracy's general direction. The surrounding area might provide cover, to be determined as the area Tracy has decided to hide the rock seems to be along the group's continuing path.
The area in question is something of a clearing, in that it is a patch of relatively zero grade, as opposed to the surroundings. The "rock" is situated toward the lower end of the clearing, nestled between two other smaller rocks, and blends nicely with the scenery. The clearing is about 50' wide and has a few evergreen trees and shrubs here and there, with soccer-ball sized boulders dotting the surface of the ground.
As the primitive ones approach, dutifully herding the cows along, they take note of the clearing and begin speaking to the flying ones in a gutteral language. One of the two, the one who hadn't been invisible, responds in the same language.
"Grog ug ug sit the fuck down."
"Groog ug smash quit being a bitch."
"Ug ug No u."
"Grog ug ug sit the fuck down."
"Groog ug smash quit being a bitch."
"Ug ug No u."
>>53796
>herding the cattle in Tracy's general direction
Noted.
Seeing as how she has no means of moving her birds undetected, Tracy decides to stay put hoping her creatures may move on without noticing her birdies. She lays low, and waits for the troupe to move their beasts past, eyes and ears focused on the two fancy ones, praying her plan goes better than the 4CC games.
>herding the cattle in Tracy's general direction
Noted.
Seeing as how she has no means of moving her birds undetected, Tracy decides to stay put hoping her creatures may move on without noticing her birdies. She lays low, and waits for the troupe to move their beasts past, eyes and ears focused on the two fancy ones, praying her plan goes better than the 4CC games.
The one doing the talking looks more refined than the other two, with more intricate necklaces and skins. It has a pair of leather vambraces and a other bits of armor in addition to its apparel, and its Great-club appears to be an unusually dark tree. I mean its literally the pounded down remains of the root-structure of a tree, and the tree is the shaft.
>>53800
'This guy has some cool taste..' Tracy thinks to herself, as she watches the party draw closer.
'This guy has some cool taste..' Tracy thinks to herself, as she watches the party draw closer.
"We sit nao! Eat nao!"
The two flying ones look to one another and briefly converse.
"Fine. Slaughter one of the cattle then, we've netted almost double our expected score." They continue to discuss in not-really-clear-but-kinda-interpretable giant-speak. This draws hoots from the other two shabby giants, which briefly startles the cows.
The two flying ones look to one another and briefly converse.
"Fine. Slaughter one of the cattle then, we've netted almost double our expected score." They continue to discuss in not-really-clear-but-kinda-interpretable giant-speak. This draws hoots from the other two shabby giants, which briefly startles the cows.
One of them winds the cows around a tree (in a spiral spreading outward from the tree), tying the second to last one to the outer rim of the spiral, and then cuts the last one free from the line and leads it to the middle of the clearing. At the same time the other shabby one digs up some fire-wood from the surrounding area.
>>53802
'Oh great, looks like they're having a picnic nao.' Tracy thinks with a sigh, realizing that she's in this for the long run.
She looks closely and watches to see if the hungry giants are coming any closer, before settling down in the grass observantly, trying to make herself semi-comfortable, to avoid straining her limbs.
She watches.
'Oh great, looks like they're having a picnic nao.' Tracy thinks with a sigh, realizing that she's in this for the long run.
She looks closely and watches to see if the hungry giants are coming any closer, before settling down in the grass observantly, trying to make herself semi-comfortable, to avoid straining her limbs.
She watches.
For the record, I'm designating them as 2 Shiny ones, 2 Shabby ones, and 1 Not-So Shabby. They're all giant-kin, you probably already know what they are, but I'm going to avoid going with specific terms and try and do more of visualizing description rather than saying "They're these guys".
>>53805
All Tracy sees is five big burly monsters who are almost definitely too big for her to take on by herself. She's taken slight interest in them though, and she's observing from a distance.
All Tracy sees is five big burly monsters who are almost definitely too big for her to take on by herself. She's taken slight interest in them though, and she's observing from a distance.
>>53804
Picnic time indeed. After a bit, the massive creatures assemble a sizeable pit of firewood, which they set roaring. At the same time, the unfortunate cow has its neck broken, and is subsequently butchered (crudely) on the spot. A few choice bits are eaten immediately by the shiny ones, but the Notso otherwise sets to cooking the food with a fragrant collection of spices.
>>53806
At this point they're all settled within 50 feet of her, the shiny ones having settled on the ground.
Picnic time indeed. After a bit, the massive creatures assemble a sizeable pit of firewood, which they set roaring. At the same time, the unfortunate cow has its neck broken, and is subsequently butchered (crudely) on the spot. A few choice bits are eaten immediately by the shiny ones, but the Notso otherwise sets to cooking the food with a fragrant collection of spices.
>>53806
At this point they're all settled within 50 feet of her, the shiny ones having settled on the ground.
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>>53805
forgive my shitpost
Not-So Shabby leader standing by. All giants report in.
Shabby-1 standing by...
Shabby-2 standing by...
Shiny-1 standing by...
Shiny-2 standing by...
Unfurl your weapons into attack position.
forgive my shitpost
Not-So Shabby leader standing by. All giants report in.
Shabby-1 standing by...
Shabby-2 standing by...
Shiny-1 standing by...
Shiny-2 standing by...
Unfurl your weapons into attack position.
>>53807
What time of day is it btw? I figured some time in the afternoon.
>fragrant collection of spices
*stomach growls*
"Oh shoot, there go the cravings again."
[hushed hungry horse noises]
Tracy continues observing the herding party, trying to fight-down her irrationally ravenous pregnancy cravings, as she pays closer attention to the shiny giants who appear to be in-charge to her.
What time of day is it btw? I figured some time in the afternoon.
>fragrant collection of spices
*stomach growls*
"Oh shoot, there go the cravings again."
[hushed hungry horse noises]
Tracy continues observing the herding party, trying to fight-down her irrationally ravenous pregnancy cravings, as she pays closer attention to the shiny giants who appear to be in-charge to her.
>>53808
Splendid. The other shiny one has an intricate Great Mace slung over its back. All five of them appear to be warriors more or less, though the shiny ones have obviously magical abilities. They banter back and forth, mostly the pairs talking about w/e and occasionally referencing eachother's conversation while the notso continues impromptu-barbecuing the food.
>>53809
KEK, good shit
Splendid. The other shiny one has an intricate Great Mace slung over its back. All five of them appear to be warriors more or less, though the shiny ones have obviously magical abilities. They banter back and forth, mostly the pairs talking about w/e and occasionally referencing eachother's conversation while the notso continues impromptu-barbecuing the food.
>>53809
KEK, good shit
As the preparation continues, the two shiny ones draw lots for meat, and the notso designates his choice. The remainder falls to the shabby ones, who don't seem to agree on how to divy up the remainder.
>>53814
Now I have a strange feeling that you know...
Eh, whatever.
Torc returns to inspecting the airship before take off
Now I have a strange feeling that you know...
Eh, whatever.
Torc returns to inspecting the airship before take off
[1d20+21 = 30]
>>53812
Tracy creeps closer, ever so slowly, drawn in by adventurous curiosity and definitely not the smell of delicious barbecue. She circles around the trees, hoping for some cover as she observes the picnickers.
Rolling to move silently.
>>53812
Tracy creeps closer, ever so slowly, drawn in by adventurous curiosity and definitely not the smell of delicious barbecue. She circles around the trees, hoping for some cover as she observes the picnickers.
Rolling to move silently.
>>53817
Tracy would've put her bow away by now, since she needs all four hooves to move at her full speed, and she knows ranged combat is a retarded idea.
Tracy would've put her bow away by now, since she needs all four hooves to move at her full speed, and she knows ranged combat is a retarded idea.
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As the two shabby ones continue to bicker, one ultimately challenges the other one in some manner and they take positions in the clearing.
The grey circles are large rocks, the red circle is the "rock", the blue circles, which have flown to elevation for safety are the shinys, the green is notso, and the beige ones are the shabby ones which pick up boulders and face eachother from a distance.
[2d20 = 35]
They both puff out their chests at each other, clutch the boulder as tightly as possible, and roar as intimidatingly as possible at one another for a moment, before the Notso waves his hand and they simultaneously throw their boulders at one another.
They both puff out their chests at each other, clutch the boulder as tightly as possible, and roar as intimidatingly as possible at one another for a moment, before the Notso waves his hand and they simultaneously throw their boulders at one another.
[2d20 = 32]
One boulder glances off one while the other takes a solid hit in the gut.
After a moment to sturdy himself, he roars, which is repeated by his opponent and then the other creatures.
The two again pick up boulders.
One boulder glances off one while the other takes a solid hit in the gut.
After a moment to sturdy himself, he roars, which is repeated by his opponent and then the other creatures.
The two again pick up boulders.
>>53826
Overtaken by her cravings, Tracy wishes she had popcorn. Having none, she just covers an onion in chocolate syrup (pregnant women always have chocolate) and munches on it, as she watches the two go at it.
Overtaken by her cravings, Tracy wishes she had popcorn. Having none, she just covers an onion in chocolate syrup (pregnant women always have chocolate) and munches on it, as she watches the two go at it.
Oooh. Ooooh. Uhm,... he didn't make it. The previously undamaged creature took the boulder right to the face. There is a moment of stunned silence as his oversized frame comes crashing to the ground, along with the boulder, his forehead distorted inwardly.
>>53828
>pregnant women always have chocolate
This game never ceases to make me kek.
Torc heads off to find Infernius or Trump, leaving Snek watching the airship
>pregnant women always have chocolate
This game never ceases to make me kek.
Torc heads off to find Infernius or Trump, leaving Snek watching the airship
The now victorious shabby cheers in triumph, while the shiny ones emit impressed cheers of enthusiasm.
>>53829
>didn't make it
Tracy adjusts her lens to determine if the shabby is in fact dead, with the Deathwatch function.
>didn't make it
Tracy adjusts her lens to determine if the shabby is in fact dead, with the Deathwatch function.
The game they played was a game of dodgeball/chicken, loser forfeits or falls.
Well, he's at -3, and no one is tending to his braining, so yeah, he's kill
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dammit
>>53846
They really don't! They've got these stupid people negotiating for their workforce and they're just not good, quality jobs. Sad!
They really don't! They've got these stupid people negotiating for their workforce and they're just not good, quality jobs. Sad!
*munches chocolate onion*
GM was secretly hoping one of them rolled a 1 and accidentally hit the "rock"
So in conclusion of the duel, the monstrocities carry on eating the cow. There's only four of them now, but that doesn't seem to bother them. At the end of eating, they realize they don't have the means to retain the body, so they leave it where it lays and eventually start untying the cows to continue along.
So in conclusion of the duel, the monstrocities carry on eating the cow. There's only four of them now, but that doesn't seem to bother them. At the end of eating, they realize they don't have the means to retain the body, so they leave it where it lays and eventually start untying the cows to continue along.
Has it been, what, four rounds since the duel?
Tracy walks up to shabby, who should be at -7-8 HP, and duct-tapes his limbs together before casting Cure Moderate Wounds.
Tracy walks up to shabby, who should be at -7-8 HP, and duct-tapes his limbs together before casting Cure Moderate Wounds.
As the sounds of the Ogres (they were Ogres by the way) grow increasingly distant, the clearing quiets leaving Tracy to mill about undisturbed.
>>53851
It would have taken a good half an hour to eat, so he would have bled out. Don't worry, there's always the entertron.
I did speed up activity there for a moment cuz it seemed like Tracy was going to quietly observe as long as the Birds weren't detected
It would have taken a good half an hour to eat, so he would have bled out. Don't worry, there's always the entertron.
I did speed up activity there for a moment cuz it seemed like Tracy was going to quietly observe as long as the Birds weren't detected
... and also cuz now I want food
[1d20 = 4]
>>53853
Aww, too late it seems. I thought she would've had a chance to question him after paralyzing him with a death attack while he was helpless.
Tracy dumps Shabby's corpse into her bag, like the body-snatcher she is, and finally wises-up enough to figure out that she's never going to get this wagon up the mountain.
For the sake of it, Tracy make a Track check to determine which direction the giants were headed (can't remember how many ranks, so just rollin')
>>53853
Aww, too late it seems. I thought she would've had a chance to question him after paralyzing him with a death attack while he was helpless.
Tracy dumps Shabby's corpse into her bag, like the body-snatcher she is, and finally wises-up enough to figure out that she's never going to get this wagon up the mountain.
For the sake of it, Tracy make a Track check to determine which direction the giants were headed (can't remember how many ranks, so just rollin')
>>53856
Tracy takes one last look at the top of the mountain, before turning take the tarp off of her wagon.
Tracy takes one last look at the top of the mountain, before turning take the tarp off of her wagon.
>>53857
She appears somewhat disappointed, slightly torn in feeling the need to turn back to keep her birds safe from further danger, despite her efforts to get them this far.
>tfw 9 Wis
*sighs*
She appears somewhat disappointed, slightly torn in feeling the need to turn back to keep her birds safe from further danger, despite her efforts to get them this far.
>tfw 9 Wis
*sighs*
>>53858
For what its worth, the daddy bird would have moved on, and the feathers strewn about are remnants.
For what its worth, the daddy bird would have moved on, and the feathers strewn about are remnants.
But since you wanted to go wandering in the mountains with a precious wagon, and you did play it well and low-key, you do get an ogre corpse out of it.
>>53859
*gathers feathers because why the fuck not*
Tracy, hooking herself back to the wagon, decides to head home
"Sorry, girls. Looks like we'll have to call it quits for the day." Tracy says apologetically.
Tracy gives her birds a chance to hop about in the clearing for a little while to let them stretch out their wings and get some fresh air after being cooped up for so long
*two gigantic balls of fluff comically pop out of the wagon, seemingly too small for them*
>>53860
Oh, I'm not disappointed. It was a >9 Wis idea in the first place: I expected catastrophe since before the encounter.
*gathers feathers because why the fuck not*
Tracy, hooking herself back to the wagon, decides to head home
"Sorry, girls. Looks like we'll have to call it quits for the day." Tracy says apologetically.
Tracy gives her birds a chance to hop about in the clearing for a little while to let them stretch out their wings and get some fresh air after being cooped up for so long
*two gigantic balls of fluff comically pop out of the wagon, seemingly too small for them*
>>53860
Oh, I'm not disappointed. It was a >9 Wis idea in the first place: I expected catastrophe since before the encounter.
I don't need to play-out the trip back to the tower, do I?
Tracy would've headed back after letting her birds hop around in the meadow a bit, and brought them home with floral wreaths, before feeding them putting them to bed in their room.
Tracy would've headed back after letting her birds hop around in the meadow a bit, and brought them home with floral wreaths, before feeding them putting them to bed in their room.
Now then, new guy. What you have seen is the general format. I will endeavor to be as arbitrary as possible in responding to character input or declared actions. Most of the time I won't warn the player that what they are about to do is ill advised, because any mess that can get gotten into can get gotten out of. How difficult it is to get out of depends on the player's choices, which may deliberately be less intuitive than they might appear.
So whenever Styx is ready to do so, he will find himself waking up in a clean and empty glassy room. He is lying on a bed of sorts, and at the foot of the bed is a chest. The room is otherwise unfurnished, and it has a futuristic, sterile atmosphere to it. There is a single door, also made of the glassy substance.
So whenever Styx is ready to do so, he will find himself waking up in a clean and empty glassy room. He is lying on a bed of sorts, and at the foot of the bed is a chest. The room is otherwise unfurnished, and it has a futuristic, sterile atmosphere to it. There is a single door, also made of the glassy substance.
>>53863
Tracy smiles warmly as she watches her birdies chase each hop around the clearing in excitement and childish fascination, chasing eachother and turning other rocks, and enjoying the fresh mountain mountain air until they tucker themselves out.
"Today wasn't so bad.." she says calmly, as she herds the gigantic balls of fluff into their giant box, and trots on home to the tower.
Tracy smiles warmly as she watches her birdies chase each hop around the clearing in excitement and childish fascination, chasing eachother and turning other rocks, and enjoying the fresh mountain mountain air until they tucker themselves out.
"Today wasn't so bad.." she says calmly, as she herds the gigantic balls of fluff into their giant box, and trots on home to the tower.
>>53864
sorry for the delay
Drowsily wakes up
Glances around the room
doesn’t my character have recollection of this place?
sorry for the delay
Drowsily wakes up
Glances around the room
doesn’t my character have recollection of this place?
>>53867
No worries, I was gonna leave it open ended
Styx has no recollection of this building, but it doesn't seem like a prison, the high-quality bedroll in particular seeming to suggest relative safety
No worries, I was gonna leave it open ended
Styx has no recollection of this building, but it doesn't seem like a prison, the high-quality bedroll in particular seeming to suggest relative safety
>>53869
Still a bit worried from waking up in a strange place, he gets up and looks around the room. He takes notice of the chest and attempts to open it, wondering if any of his belongings are inside.
Still a bit worried from waking up in a strange place, he gets up and looks around the room. He takes notice of the chest and attempts to open it, wondering if any of his belongings are inside.
>>53870
Well, he's generally wearing anything he would be, and anything that can't be immediately carried when lying in a bed is in the chest. This includes any weapons he may have had, etc.
Well, he's generally wearing anything he would be, and anything that can't be immediately carried when lying in a bed is in the chest. This includes any weapons he may have had, etc.
>>53871
I assume that I start with a weapon?
He gathers his belongings.
“How do I have no memory of this place? I know I’m a little absent minded from time to time, but winding up in a strange room? I hope I’m not trespassing!”
He heads to the door.
I assume that I start with a weapon?
He gathers his belongings.
“How do I have no memory of this place? I know I’m a little absent minded from time to time, but winding up in a strange room? I hope I’m not trespassing!”
He heads to the door.
>>53872
I should explain. The character that you are playing - Styx - isn't just a run of the mill character. I'm not sure exactly what his last memories are, but he has lived and fought and bled many times before this moment. He would have with him the precise array of possessions and equipment that he could expect to have, being a successful adventurer.
But no, he's got nothing on the building or how he got there. Is he opening the door?
I should explain. The character that you are playing - Styx - isn't just a run of the mill character. I'm not sure exactly what his last memories are, but he has lived and fought and bled many times before this moment. He would have with him the precise array of possessions and equipment that he could expect to have, being a successful adventurer.
But no, he's got nothing on the building or how he got there. Is he opening the door?
[1d20 = 5]
>>53874
Not a monster, no.
The dice script works in the e-mail field. The result you're seeing is "dice 1d20", which is also Styx' saving throw.
>>53874
Not a monster, no.
The dice script works in the e-mail field. The result you're seeing is "dice 1d20", which is also Styx' saving throw.
... which unfortunately a 5 is not sufficient to avoid the experience of the room suddenly and inexplicably bursting into magical flame, lightly charring Styx, but otherwise not harming him or his belongings. The door is now open to a hallway.
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Hallway
[1d20 = 17]
Let’s see if this works...
I feel ashamed that I can’t figure out basic commands
Let’s see if this works...
I feel ashamed that I can’t figure out basic commands
>>53884
As he enters the hallway, he notices a sign that has been charred countless times that reads "Please don't firetrap the rooms". There is a door on either end that is open, otherwise the side he came from has doors all along the wall.
As he enters the hallway, he notices a sign that has been charred countless times that reads "Please don't firetrap the rooms". There is a door on either end that is open, otherwise the side he came from has doors all along the wall.
>>53890
It opens to a larger hallway, with more ambient lighting. The door is situated at a corner, around which turns a hallway based on an equalateral triangle formation (the hallway is a perimeter, around the base of a pyramid,... sorta.)
It opens to a larger hallway, with more ambient lighting. The door is situated at a corner, around which turns a hallway based on an equalateral triangle formation (the hallway is a perimeter, around the base of a pyramid,... sorta.)
[1d20 = 5]
>>53891
Continues down this hall, slightly more relaxed.
He observes the layout as he walks to see if he can picture where in the world he is. this would be some sort of check, correct?
>>53891
Continues down this hall, slightly more relaxed.
He observes the layout as he walks to see if he can picture where in the world he is. this would be some sort of check, correct?
>>53892
Unless your looking for something that may be hidden, you usually don't need to roll to observe your surroundings.
Unless your looking for something that may be hidden, you usually don't need to roll to observe your surroundings.
Torc continues to wander while looking for Trump or Infernius and ends up in the tower
[1d20 = 18]
>>53894
As much as climbing a staircase would be the logical way out, Stix is curious by nature and decides to push his luck and attempt to open the double doors, praying that they don’t shoot more fire this time.
I have a bad feeling about this place, pic related
>>53894
As much as climbing a staircase would be the logical way out, Stix is curious by nature and decides to push his luck and attempt to open the double doors, praying that they don’t shoot more fire this time.
I have a bad feeling about this place, pic related
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>>53899
No, that was just for the general quarters.
Upon entering the stables (the double doors) Styx finds a well-stocked and aesthetically designed stables, including a gray-ish colt with wrappings all over his face.
Additionally there may be 2 birds, each the size of UPS trucks
No, that was just for the general quarters.
Upon entering the stables (the double doors) Styx finds a well-stocked and aesthetically designed stables, including a gray-ish colt with wrappings all over his face.
Additionally there may be 2 birds, each the size of UPS trucks
For visualization, are we going with Styx the youtuber, or are we just using the name Styx?
From distant in the Tower, Tracy hears the faint sound of what just might be someone setting off a firetrap
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>>53906
I know, but not when you don’t have anything to do. I simply asked if there were weapons at play. My kind of luck that I roll one where it can’t be used.
I know, but not when you don’t have anything to do. I simply asked if there were weapons at play. My kind of luck that I roll one where it can’t be used.
>>53913
"... Yes. Do not be alarmed," he says throwing a small object back out into the hallway, which explodes after a moment.
Tracy hears an explosion.
In spite of the explosion, he holds his hooves out non-offensively. "You are,... dead!" he struggles with the correct words and emphasis.
"... Yes. Do not be alarmed," he says throwing a small object back out into the hallway, which explodes after a moment.
Tracy hears an explosion.
In spite of the explosion, he holds his hooves out non-offensively. "You are,... dead!" he struggles with the correct words and emphasis.
"But here is not so dead, and so here you are," he continues, ineffectively.
>>53917
Autocorrect turned my misspelling of bomb to bottle... man my luck just keep improving. Oh well...
Autocorrect turned my misspelling of bomb to bottle... man my luck just keep improving. Oh well...
>>53920
“Explain? You have me a little lost here. Calm down and let’s start from the beginning. What’s your name?”
“Explain? You have me a little lost here. Calm down and let’s start from the beginning. What’s your name?”
>>53921
As Tracy continues toward the source of the fire-trap, and then the explosion, she can hear conversation emanating from the stables
As Tracy continues toward the source of the fire-trap, and then the explosion, she can hear conversation emanating from the stables
>>53924
"I am,... not known to have a name, so I have taken to be called Ponimaru. I came here from another world, much as I assume you did."
"I am,... not known to have a name, so I have taken to be called Ponimaru. I came here from another world, much as I assume you did."
>>53926
“Neat. I can’t recall another world at the moment, but I guess I will take your word for it. It’s better than what I can think up for why I’m here. Now, Ponimaru, what was the bomb for?”
“Neat. I can’t recall another world at the moment, but I guess I will take your word for it. It’s better than what I can think up for why I’m here. Now, Ponimaru, what was the bomb for?”
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