Get it?
Welcome to the next RPGame thread, continuing from where the previous thread - https://mlpol.net/vx/res/4910.html - left off.
The party now sits within a floating crystal (a double-terminated Chesterhedron, if anyone is bored) that was previously a pyramid buried in the ground.
A wealth of resources and opportunities are now available, and many players seem to have actionable goals and aspirations with regard to.
Infernius is currently in the forge, to speak with (or simply observe) Lenos doing what he does best. Tracy has gained a minimal proficiency with thrown kunai, Trump has grand aspirations to turn Port Barry into a thriving population center and focal point for a developing relig-nat-soc society centered around the most Holy and High concept of John Elway, Football, and (Elway willing) His Denver Broncos, with equal emphasis on Rockwell and his designs. Torcuil has much to ponder and develop, except he's distracted cuz THERE'S A FUKKIN' UNICORN!, and Thez is in MOST high spirits simply because not only has she re-acquired her lost record contract, but,... no that's pretty much it for her.
Welcome to the Game, for those unfamiliar and/or new. I'll caution against detractors for a variety of reasons I won't elucidate, just saying it will not go how you plan.
Please, ladies and gentlemen, fillies of all ages, let the games resume.
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>>5902
He's still up
Infernius goes skittering to the side, not particularly damaged, just propelled.
"Hmmm. There is fight in these. But how fares these towns-people?"
"Oh fuck," Thez says, looking at all the onlookers.
He's still up
Infernius goes skittering to the side, not particularly damaged, just propelled.
"Hmmm. There is fight in these. But how fares these towns-people?"
"Oh fuck," Thez says, looking at all the onlookers.
[3d6 = 14]
George stabs Torcuil with his clawed finger.
"DO struggle a bit won't you?" He clenches his teeth sadistically.
George stabs Torcuil with his clawed finger.
"DO struggle a bit won't you?" He clenches his teeth sadistically.
[1d20 = 16]
"So I guess we're attacking the old man?"
With all his might and fury, Trumpaladin slashes at George with Vanderiem
"So I guess we're attacking the old man?"
With all his might and fury, Trumpaladin slashes at George with Vanderiem
>>5907
You don't have to tell them twice, they're fukkin OUT (screaming and clutching their books, hoping beyond hope that this isn't their last day).
You don't have to tell them twice, they're fukkin OUT (screaming and clutching their books, hoping beyond hope that this isn't their last day).
>>5909
To his incredible surprise, George Soros experiences pain. I mean, when Thez hit him it kinda hurt, I mean it DID do damage, but this HURTS.
"THE WRATH OF HEAVEN DO FALL UPON YE YA SHRIVELLED DEMON-TURD"
To his incredible surprise, George Soros experiences pain. I mean, when Thez hit him it kinda hurt, I mean it DID do damage, but this HURTS.
"THE WRATH OF HEAVEN DO FALL UPON YE YA SHRIVELLED DEMON-TURD"
He is knocked back a few feet, and is struck by Infernius who doesn't gore him, but has him in a grapple. For an apparently old man, he has INCREDIBLE vitality.
[1d20 = 6]
>>5915
>Incredible Vitality
Unfortunately for him, Trumpaladin has SUPER MALE VITALITY!!!
Trumpaladin slashes at George once again while chuckling, "You have to go back"
>>5915
>Incredible Vitality
Unfortunately for him, Trumpaladin has SUPER MALE VITALITY!!!
Trumpaladin slashes at George once again while chuckling, "You have to go back"
[1d20 = 2]
>>5914
The soccer ball bounces off his head, disrupting his hair and visibly agitating him. He throws Infernius to the side.
"Such IMPUDENCE! Know ye not who you behold? Then BEHOLD AND TREMBLE!" He says, growiing in size, distorting in appearance, until he is about 40' tall, entirely demonic in appearance, and radiating evil, malice, corruption, and despair.
He lets out an incredible bestial/demonic ROOOOAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRR
>>5914
The soccer ball bounces off his head, disrupting his hair and visibly agitating him. He throws Infernius to the side.
"Such IMPUDENCE! Know ye not who you behold? Then BEHOLD AND TREMBLE!" He says, growiing in size, distorting in appearance, until he is about 40' tall, entirely demonic in appearance, and radiating evil, malice, corruption, and despair.
He lets out an incredible bestial/demonic ROOOOAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRR
K, since you didn't roll nor did you know he was going to go ultra-mega-zord, I'll consider that a miss.
[1d20 = 16]
>>5914
Rogues have precision and combat reflexes, right? Can't I make an extra attack in that turn?
*slashes at sinews*
>>5914
Rogues have precision and combat reflexes, right? Can't I make an extra attack in that turn?
*slashes at sinews*
[9d20 = 85]
"Since you lot seem so resistent to submit, I'll simply destroy this lovely city!" He screams.
"Get fucked you glorified raisin!" Thez says, teleporting in and launching a full-round attack-flurry.
"Since you lot seem so resistent to submit, I'll simply destroy this lovely city!" He screams.
"Get fucked you glorified raisin!" Thez says, teleporting in and launching a full-round attack-flurry.
[45d8 = 207]
>>5924
THAT one lands.
>>5925
>alter self
>other person
Please revise your request
In the shoulder by the way.
>>5926
A few of the soldiers get your meaning and begin rushing to battle stations. They've never had to point the ballistae INWARD, but its worth a shot,....
>>5929
Whoa now, Torcuil made an error in judgement. I'll wait a moment to determine what happens next so it can be revised.
Meanwhile, Thez is still going apeshit at him.
>>5924
THAT one lands.
>>5925
>alter self
>other person
Please revise your request
In the shoulder by the way.
>>5926
A few of the soldiers get your meaning and begin rushing to battle stations. They've never had to point the ballistae INWARD, but its worth a shot,....
>>5929
Whoa now, Torcuil made an error in judgement. I'll wait a moment to determine what happens next so it can be revised.
Meanwhile, Thez is still going apeshit at him.
[1d20 = 10]
In response to Thez's vicious volley (holy shit, she wasn't this strong last time) he is taken aback, and launches 4 large meteoric spheres at her.
In response to Thez's vicious volley (holy shit, she wasn't this strong last time) he is taken aback, and launches 4 large meteoric spheres at her.
[24d6 = 81]
... Which land, (she's in midair btw) obscuring her in an inferno of smoke and fire.
... Which land, (she's in midair btw) obscuring her in an inferno of smoke and fire.
... 42' High. Not full Soros height, but able to challenge.
Trump, you were saying?
"Oh lets GET him!" Vandereim seems to be drooling.
Trump, you were saying?
"Oh lets GET him!" Vandereim seems to be drooling.
>>5936
Trumpaladin's size is almost as big as his ego. He tries to think of something memey to say, but instead just slashes with Vanderiem
Trumpaladin's size is almost as big as his ego. He tries to think of something memey to say, but instead just slashes with Vanderiem
[1d20 = 20]
*continues to eat into this leg, triple wielding*
Have I cut through his sinew yet?
*continues to eat into this leg, triple wielding*
Have I cut through his sinew yet?
To his (and Thez') immense surprise, George is actually seriously wounded at this point. What the fuck? he thinks to himself. These are MORTALS!
[1d20 = 20]
>Achilles style K.O.
*duck out of the way before he falls* but not before pickpocketing one of his monster sized shekels
>Achilles style K.O.
*duck out of the way before he falls* but not before pickpocketing one of his monster sized shekels
[1d20 = 15]
>>5941
Trump lifts Vanderiem over his head and casts him down upon the nnow stumbling mecha-soros
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BeZC67Qr-68
>>5941
Trump lifts Vanderiem over his head and casts him down upon the nnow stumbling mecha-soros
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BeZC67Qr-68
>>5946
With the righteous might of Football, the combined will and hopes of Port Barry, his own resolve, and a ridiculous bastard (sword) designed SPECIFICALLY for this type of scenario, Trump cuts George's arm off at the shoulder (including part of his pectoral area).
With the righteous might of Football, the combined will and hopes of Port Barry, his own resolve, and a ridiculous bastard (sword) designed SPECIFICALLY for this type of scenario, Trump cuts George's arm off at the shoulder (including part of his pectoral area).
[1d20 = 12]
>>5950
WAY more greviously wounded than he EVER expected, George does not even have the vitality to speak Blasphemy. He immediately teleports away to a distance of 300' above ground. He also reverts to man-form.
>>5950
WAY more greviously wounded than he EVER expected, George does not even have the vitality to speak Blasphemy. He immediately teleports away to a distance of 300' above ground. He also reverts to man-form.
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