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 Ghost of Bud K. Huh, winning's not as great as it's cracked up to be. It's not bad or anything, but it's also not terribly good either. Oh huh, Adam survived somehow, let me get back on that. Spending 2 haunts to boost Roscoe's attack! Bud K.: 1/3 haunts left. Also congrats on your prize, Longwei! Bud was gonna give it to you after the belltower race anyway but circumstances got in the way.
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 Name - Adam Health - 5 Armor - 14 Accuracy - +1 Skills - Anatomy, Hypnosis, Athletics Bonus Talent - Super Speed, Shaper Image It seems as if foul spirits have conspired to destroy Adam. He can only hope that other spirits might counter the imbalance. Knock! The muscled one fought you in life, but you can thwart him in death, negate the dogs attack! Wyndstrikr! You served Bud in life, but in death you must find a new master. Help me! Should I live, I will give the Amulet of Mis to whichever topseeker is most able in helping me(looks longingly at Tumor!)!
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KokoA Darker Porpoise posted:"I call now to you dead members of the wave to deliver your vengeance, to act as a conduit for your hatred, to destroy that which has destroyed you. I call on your ghosts to aid me and for your now dead flesh to rise and serve" Pointing at Giovanni he declares his command "I am Nicodemus Kessler, High Lord Inquisitor of the Arcanum Illuminas, Prince of the land of Aven, and King of the lands of Death I beckon you rise, and Kill!"  Nicodemus is invigorated by a wave of furious energy (+5 to Nicodemus). Green Intern posted:Is this what his friends would have wanted?  At the same time, a much calmer vision appears to Roscoe. It looks to him and silently signs, "No. Koko want Play Noise live." Then it fades away, and so does a bit of Roscoe's self-doubt for having received an answer. (+5 to Roscoe) Haunts remaining: 1/3
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 Name - Nicodemus Kessler Race - Lich Class - High Lord Inquisitor of the Arcanum Illuminas. Health-13 Armor-16 Accuracy-+1 Skills - Necromantic Magic, Athletics, Royal Etiquette. Abilities - Runic blast- Alternate Ammunition- Inspiration- Talent- Holy Fervour Team: Vengeance Nicodemus beams at the response the dead have given, it had been so very long since he'd actively practiced his natural born talents past the required rituals to keep him bound to his corporeal form. Holding the power being fueled into his core by the hauntings of the ghosts Nicodemus doubles down on his concentration trying not to be distracted by the multitude of visual phenomena presenting through the abundance of magic. He recoils as the fury of Koko is added (Now at 65!) losing control of the power for but a moment a lash of energy flies off into the distance striking a pile of dead villagers. Out of sight of the assembled Topseekers skeletons begin to claw themselves free of their meaty confines, the cheerful souls of the villagers bound into bone, they begin their revelery once again. Some grab instruments.  Others just dance.  But above all there is a haunting melody that emanates from the village. 
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CHAUNCEY >TURN WHEEL >PRESS BUTTON Chauncey decides to ignore the necromancer's vendetta and to hope for the best.
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Music Theory posted:CHAUNCEY BOO THIS MAN! BOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
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A Darker Porpoise posted:SPOOKY SCARY SKELETONS This. This is my favorite post in the thread.
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Booooooooooo!!!Dammerung posted:This. This is my favorite post in the thread. I'm glad you liked it haha.
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Little Tom Mallory was transformed from before - his father knew of no one else who devoured the stats and the history of the Topseekers who had gone before. He even wanted to be a Topseeker when he grew up (though his father suspected the game would be done long before then). He wept openly when Koko and Sevin had died (they were his favourites), but looked on in vicarious pride that Roscoe still stood there, in his badass armor. It had cost the Mallory’s an arm and a leg to get into the 10th floor seating area (crowded and rickety though it was), and they were already planning to go to the 11th floor area - all to see Tom smile. --- “The tent looks to be pretty innocuous, probably the gateway to the next floor. But nobody’s passing through just yet. Parceling out the treasure takes precedence - grim business, but so is surviving the tower.” Daniel-San - Valthax Fine Breastplate - Whatever Several Gems - Giovanni Beautiful Crystal Duck - Longwei Shaman Mud Staff - Giovanni Green Shield - Lucius Glass of Identification - Valthax Sphinx Tongue - ALighterPorpoise Amulet of Mis - Adam (who also gets a Guest Token for the land of Aven from Nicodemus) Congrats!) “The Word soundless floats over to the somehow shaken Whatever and zaps her Arcanomatrix terminal with some sort of arcane bolt. It flits to life, and Whatever, busily resizing the Fine Breastplate to her size, grants him the merest look of gratitude. Best you’re gonna get, pal. Adam grunts as the Amulet of Mis binds with him, then busies himself with binding his severed arm stump with strips of cloth. The little ritual seems to calm him, and the Amulet glows bright as it pulls rivulets of blood up his arm into the gem itself. (Adam heals 4 HP) Longwei spins his Crystal Duck, watching it catch the light. Roscoe… looks upset. Control:Protect nervously covers and uncovers his face, as though trying to protect him from something. He snarls at Adam.” --- Scott Daruul couldn’t afford the good seats, but he still loved a good fight. He had managed to barter his way onto an airship orbiting the ninth floor, and had to crane his neck to really see anything - even the Arcanomatrix-enabled panels on the ship could only get a distorted view of the happenings. Who gave a poo poo. He was here, and history was being made. --- “Nicodemus gracefully pads his way over to the cleanup crews, shooing them away from Bud’s mangled body. They protest gently, then chuck his shoulder as though he was a great pal of theirs, walking away laughing - one of them bleeding freely from the stump of one forearm. The High Lord Inquisitor stamps into Bud’s chest wound, and the trappings of life flow back onto his form, returning him to his youthful guise. Now he’s doing something weird - it’s got everyone’s attention. Giovanni in particular looks stricken, and he readies some sort of arcane defense - but some pressure is building in there; our mancers are going crazy, babbling on about ‘ectoplasmic event horizons’ and ‘dark pacts’. Giovanni must feel it - his magic spins away to nothing.” “All around Nicodemus, the forms of dead Topseekers pull themselves to their feet - their tortured bodies twisting with shadowy tendrils and taking on a distinctly lupine cast.” --- Alan and Adelaide were still watching, though at this point their two kids weren’t here - they had long since been sent to Adelaide’s mother after Alan had worried they may have been traumatized. Adelaide thought he was being a fool… though after the massacre moments earlier and now the ghoulish events transpiring on the tenth floor, she was rather glad they weren’t around… --- “Ghostly energy is suffusing the atmosphere of the Tenth Floor, crackling between the newly raised zombies and the townspeople. They pop like soap bubbles, their gore spattering the undead, seemingly increasing their tenacity. As one being, they flow towards the surviving Topseekers, howling wolfish howls and gnashing newly-sprouted fangs. Nicodemus stands in their midst and laughs.” “The ghostly energy crackles around Roscoe, too, though far from harming him, he seems somehow… more. Control:Protect ripples and reshuffles armor plates over his body, trying to keep up with his growth and ferocity. With a lightning pounce, he’s upon Adam, grinding through his feeble protestations and sating himself on his foul heart (Yeah, sorry Adam! Suffice to say, he’s toast!) Roscoe’s innocence is well and truly lost, if it wasn’t already so. I’ve heard say ‘the Tower Always Wins’ - maybe they’re right.” --- Falls-From-A-Cloudy-Sky watched the contest bitterly from his private air-yacht. Who knows how much longer he’d be able to afford it, what with the embarassing fall from grace the Topseeker’s discussion with the Tower Smith had wrought upon him. Nobody understood his utter terror upon seeing that beast, and he had been proven a coward, or worse, a fool. He loathed the tower - he loathed the Topseekers, too, but not so much as he wanted the Lord of the Tower to fall. He drained his wine bowl and cast it aside, bellowing for another. --- “The zombies seem to focus their ire at Giovanni, who is doing his level best to avoid them. They rush him suddenly - and find Longwei rearing up protectively, his feeble wings flared out to their maximum and a mighty roar echoing from his belly. They plow through him, casting him aside single-mindedly. He rolls, groaning - still alive, then (Longwei takes 9 damage) - and tear Giovanni from the floor, gnashing his limbs with their horrible teeth and screaming madness into his ears. (Giovanni takes 16 damage and loses his +5 bonus with Trained Skills - thoughts come hard to you now, and the simplest equations dissolve into the screams of beasts) They pull back for a final blow - And Chauncey activates the next floor switch!” --- The Tower Keeper took a breath as he watched the action on the floor. He was getting pretty tired. The arcano-stimulants in his body couldn’t last forever, and moreover were designed for combat, not whatever… he was doing. He rubbed his temples. His son kept badgering him to ask his PA Karen if she would be willing to go out with him – kids these days ought to fight their own battles. His son could ask Karen himself when he was good and ready – Karen herself was at home, sleeping off the – I’m sure – gruuuueling period of commentating she had to do. Despite all the business clouding his mind, he was at ease. Which I’m sure is why this next bit took him by surprise. -~~~- Chauncey turned the wheel and pressed the button, and a flap opened in the other end of the tent. Not looking back, he jumped through, emerging (along with the surviving Topseekers) in a strangely busy restaurant. He had hardly taken a breath to ask what the hell was going on when he was whisked away by a strange little man. “Hello, good Topseeker! Congratulations on getting this far! You, sir, are the… 2,904,231,333rd Seeker to make it to this point! Welcome to Chateau Maladie, please, have a seat. I insist.” Chauncey is half-led, half-dragged to a table along with the other members of his Wave where he is sat down and manacled to his chair. Glancing around, he can see that the restaurant is truly immense – it extends identically out in every direction he can easily see from his tight seat, with long rows of tables seated with individuals of every name and description. He notes that on tables closest to him, he sees mostly beings he would call ‘human’ or other recognizable species of man, but as they proceed away from him, more and more ‘abnormalities’ are visible, until at far off tables he can scarcely recognize what manner of being they are. Again, he wanted to ask what the hell was going on until a waiter slid a covered platter smoothly onto the table. “Your Appetizer, monsieurs et madams – Gorgon’s Eye Soup with Nightshade Coulis! Bon Appetit, and good luck!” Chauncey felt his chair unclench his arms (but not his legs or back) and allow him access to a variety of strange cutlery (along with some he recognized). The food smelled delicious, but he dared not look at it. He suspected that there was some sort of trick, here, but he couldn’t conceive of it. To eat, or not to eat? And if so, HOW!? Of course, nobody was watching this happen. --- When Chauncey turned the wheel, the tower itself rotated 360 degrees at an impossible speed (briefly surprising the spectators before the vacuum wave vaporized everyone within miles) then dropped the entire length of the previous ten floors into the earth. Those who miraculously survived the first event almost certainly perished during the second, as the earth itself buckled and rippled like a pond under the ferocious friction heat.  The town of Gillam’s Head was no more. What few remaining structures there were burnt in moments, and streams of dying refugees flowed in every direction. Even so, the gate to the tower ticked along its slow rotation. It would open again, and doubtless there would be those brave (or foolish) enough to tempt fate.
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 Name - Xyz'ck-Mk.X "The Word" Race - Final Option Class - Devastator Health - 21 Armor - 13 Skills - Fundamental Force Negation, Reconstitution, Time Dilation Abilities - Hawking Radiation Emission, Sphagettification, Kinetic Slingshot Talent- Complete Obliteration 1/4 turns left till charge. The Word knew it was trapped. Not by the simple physical bonds of the chair, those were easily reduced to atomic dust. Rather this was a mor devious trap; the trap of social convention. The Word may be a soulless destructive orb of nothingness forged and given blasphemous life in the heart of Phyrexia, but it was a polite abomination. Making a scene in such a fine dining establishment is the grandest of faux pas to commit. Refusing the obviously dangerous food was right out as well. There was only one trick to escaping this. The Word spoke. " Garçon, would you be so kind as to direct me to the facilities, s'il-vous plâit"
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Longwei's head clears, and he barks confusedly, looking around frantically for the bearded one. Upon seeing that he is... alive... Longwei's heart resumes beating at its normal pace. Well, not at its normal pace. It seems to have slowed down considerably. Isn't that weird? Dark spots appeared and burst before Longwei's eyes as he did his best to waddle alongside the individuals escorting them to a table. He managed to keep up all right, although he had to flutter his wings a few times in order to keep himself awake. His left one was as energetic as ever, but his right wing... well... Longwei tried not to think about it. Not that he could have thought about it, really. The voice was distracting him. ...Hear me? Well, thank the elders, you're finally doing it! Really took a nice shitkicking there, didn't you? Longwei burped and something that tasted nice and salty came into his mouth. He swallowed it eagerly - he was hungry, after all! His escort manacled him to a chair, but Longwei probably wouldn't have moved anyway. It hurt to move. To be entirely honest, it just hurt in general. I know you're not used to pain, but there's no need to worry, if you do well, all will go according to plan. And you won't even feel pain anymore! You'd like that, wouldn't you? Longwei deliberated on how best to respond, or even how to respond. He didn't want to create a scene in the restaurant - he recognized the strange building as such. His wife took him and his... he had (has?) a son, right? It was all very hard to remember. A waiter slid something in front of him. He recognized it as food, but perhaps for the first time in his life, he didn't feel hungry. He felt... very tired. He wanted to sleep. He wanted to see his family again, so very badly. Longwei tried to remember their faces, but all he saw was darkness. A disapproving look from the one with the feline set him straight, briefly, and he adjusted his napkin just like his wife (what was her name again?!) had shown him. Although he wouldn't have believed it possible if he could see himself, his heart hurt far more than his body did. I'll take good care of them when you're gone. Now, I want you to listen to me. Listen to me and eat that food. Outside the tower, you might be a hard nut to crack, but inside? I'm sure that this will be enough to snap you in half. Do it, Longwei. Set us free. Longwei let out a final, pathetic whimper, and began to consume his plate of food. Eating: 1d20 = 12 + 5 (resist poison (if the food is poisoned (which I'm not saying it definitely is - my compliments to the chef!)))17 Might of the Morass recharge total: 3/4 Dammerung fucked around with this message at 02:10 on Feb 7, 2015 |
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The strange little man appears by the Word's side with a grin. "My good creature, a fine effort on your part, but that ruse has been attempted 604,055 times, though only 4,256 times immediately after seating. I've seen it all, guest of mine. Now please, eat! Don't displease our chef!" (Also this is very silly!) Nyaa posted:How does it feel to be responsible for thousands of innocent deaths, Chauncey? (Technically he's unaware of it at the moment, but I bet he'll feel bad LATER! Also imagine yielding from the tower now. You'd be like '...hello?')
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Nooooo! Little Tom Mallory!!  So we're all getting seated, then? Also I have no idea when Roscoe's talent will be recharged. Green Intern fucked around with this message at 20:22 on Feb 2, 2015 |
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Teenager Name: Whatever Health: 18 Armour: 16 (with +1 from Breastplate) Skills: Loitering, Gossip, Blogging Abilities: Emomancy, Fashion Advice, Indifference Talent: Dramabomb (3 rounds) Items: Crystal Heart, Fine Spooky Breastplate Her outfit completed, the teenager is suddenly transported to the Finest Restaurant. Now this was more like it! Billions of people around her, but a good percentage of them had obvious class. She glanced over the appetizers and nodded approvingly. Deadly nightshade and gorgon eyes, as petrifying as any unprepared for exam. You wouldn't think it from casual observation, but she was in her element. However it was clear the rest of the Topseekers were not. Fashion Advice to make sure people aren't wearing their napkins wrong.: 1d20+5 21 A cold glance there, a small cough here. A polite, discrete waggling finger. If the worst came to the worst, an actual explanation, whispered in the offenders ear. Even if Whatever hadn't been a babysitter for her local nobility (which she had) she knew the most important place in the world to be recognized was the cafeteria, and she would
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Green Intern posted:Nooooo! Little Tom Mallory!! It's been 3 updates since we used our talents! One more and you're good.
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 Name: Giovanni Race: Human Class: Arcane Geometer Giovanni was unresponsive. He merely stared forward, the howls of the dead still ringing in his ears, and even worse, in his mind. He could not do this. He was getting too old for this kind of thing, and would have to retire from adventure at last. And thus, he spoke: "Tower Lord. I invoke the pact you have offered to all seekers, and wish to vacate the premises. The only things I take with me shall be one these gems, and more importantly, the knowledge I have gleaned." With a sigh, Giovanni fixed his gaze upwards. It probably wouldn't be so bad. His one-in-a-kind observations would certainly secure a tenured position at the Academy, and the gem would buy him a nice villa near the coast to spend the rest of his days in. "Chauncey. You have been a good friend, but I'm afraid my old bones can take this no longer. You can have this staff, as a way of thanks. Unfortunately, I have little else to give." Yeah screw you ADP, Gio's going to have a happy ending 
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Name - Xyz'ck-Mk.X "The Word" Race - Final Option Class - Devastator Health - 21 Armor - 13 Skills - Fundamental Force Negation, Reconstitution, Time Dilation Abilities - Hawking Radiation Emission, Sphagettification, Kinetic Slingshot Talent- Complete Obliteration 1/4 turns left till charge. "Creature"!?? Never had the Word been so deeply insulted in his life. The Word? A filthy organic? And the nerve of this little servant denying It access to the facilities. There is only one other law that trumps fine dining etiquette and that is " The Custoumer is always right!". Normally it would do to simply demand to see the manager, ask for the bill and storm out, but this was a French establishment. Doing so would only get The Word tossed out and who knows how that would end here. No there was another way to leverage service. "Garçon, if you would please. I am not a creature, I am a metaphysical inorganic construct. I understand the confusion hosting so many, but please. Secondly, Please understand that I mean no disrespect to your chef, I simply wished to cleanse this shell of a long days layer of filth so as not to sully the chefs food. I find myself quite full at the moment, as I have just eaten a large moon. If you could package my meal to go I would be most appreciative. I can see by feasting of my good draconic companion there that the food is beyond description. I am also thankful that the other fellow there, Chauncy is graciously picking up the check this evening. Thank you."
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Theantero posted:Yeah screw you ADP, Gio's going to have a happy ending quote:Thoughts come hard to you now, and the simplest equations dissolve into the screams of beasts Well he's certainly not going to live a life in higher education!  Later Giovanni! Also hopefully Tower Lord isn't all hissy at you like he was at me about leaving.
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 Name: Byzantiel Race: Angel Class: Celestial bureaucrat Health: 24 http://orokos.com/roll/236169 Armor: 14 http://orokos.com/roll/236170 Accuracy: +1 Skills: Flight: Self-explanatory Legalistic mysticism: Millennia of pushing papers in heaven has granted Byzantiel the ability to understand and edit laws of mortals and of nature, mostly to find loopholes or correct perceived wrongs. Angelic powers catch-all: Your basic white magic kit. Abilities: Smite: A judicious application of holy wrath. Writ of compulsion: Compel entities via means of cosmic lawyery. Curse of red tape: Doom enemies for sluggishness and general failure. Talent: Mandate of Heaven: Byzantiel calls its superior to assist in enforcing the regulations and decrees of the Infinite Cubicle. Motto: ʏᴏᴜʀ ɪᴍᴍɪɢʀᴀᴛɪᴏɴ ғᴏʀᴍ ʜᴀs ʙᴇᴇɴ ᴅᴇɴɪᴇᴅ ᴅᴜᴇ ᴛᴏ ғɪʟʟɪɴɢ ᴇʀʀᴏʀ. AI action: Stay back and support. Mystery: holy, Michael, heaven, ploddingly, prophet, longsword, sheep. Byzantiel had not moved from its original position since it had arrived, being perfectly content just floating in place, waiting for some inscrutable reason. Only when the tower reversed and killed everyone present, was it incensed enough to act. It spoke to the now empty fields in its typical droning tone, but this time carrying an undercurrent of indignant outrage. "ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴀɢɪᴄᴀʟ ᴄᴏɴsᴛʀᴜᴄᴛ ᴋɴᴏᴡɴ ᴀs 'ᴛʜᴇ ᴛᴏᴡᴇʀ' ɪs ɴᴏᴛ ᴄʟᴇᴀʀᴇᴅ ғᴏʀ ᴀᴄᴛs ᴏғ ᴍᴀss ᴇxᴛᴇʀᴍɪɴᴀᴛɪᴏɴ. ᴀɴʏ ᴅᴇɪᴛɪғᴏʀᴍ ᴇɴᴛɪᴛʏ ᴡɪsʜɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ᴇɴɢᴀɢᴇ ɪɴ ᴀᴄᴛs ᴏғ ɪɴᴅɪsᴄʀɪᴍɪɴᴀᴛᴇ ᴅᴇsᴛʀᴜᴄᴛɪᴏɴ ɪɴ ᴄʟᴇᴀʀʟʏ ᴅᴇғɪɴᴇᴅ ɢᴇᴏɢʀᴀᴘʜɪᴄᴀʟ ᴀʀᴇᴀs ᴍᴜsᴛ ғɪʀsᴛ ᴄʟᴇᴀʀ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ɪɴᴛᴇɴᴛ ᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴇᴘᴀʀᴛᴍᴇɴᴛ ᴏғ ᴍɪɴᴏʀ ᴛᴏ ᴍɪᴅ ʟᴇᴠᴇʟ ɢᴇɴᴏᴄɪᴅᴇ ᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ʀᴇᴀʟᴍ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ ɪɴғɪɴɪᴛᴇ ᴄᴜʙɪᴄʟᴇ. sᴜᴄʜ ɪɴsᴜʙᴏʀᴅɪɴᴀᴛɪᴏɴ ᴄᴀɴɴᴏᴛ ʙᴇ ᴀʟʟᴏᴡᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ sᴛᴀɴᴅ." Theantero fucked around with this message at 16:16 on Apr 6, 2015 |
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A Darker Porpoise posted:Well he's certainly not going to live a life in higher education! Well he said he was going to get tenured, didn't he? Mad ramblings and ineptitude are actually expected ALSO I am super annoyed by the fact that my small-caps 's' is smaller than the other letters 
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Theantero posted:Yeah screw you ADP, Gio's going to have a happy ending Brain-damaged and alone in a field of barren wasteland! Sounds pretty happy to me!
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No. Byzantiel is totally going to heal his mind with angel powers and then Giovanni can teleport to the academy and and...
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Feb 2, 2015 20:56
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Theantero posted:No. Byzantiel is totally going to heal his mind with angel powers and then Giovanni can teleport to the academy and and... I'm sorry I couldn't protect him.
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Feb 2, 2015 21:06
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Water rapier roll, 1d100... 2 http://orokos.com/roll/251789
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Feb 2, 2015 21:15
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SerSpook posted:Water rapier roll, 1d100... 2 http://orokos.com/roll/251789 you're in the lead!
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 Roscoe Health - 19/19 Armor - 12(14) Damage Reduction 5 Accuracy - +2 Crit on 19-20 Control:Protect (+2 armor, 5 DR, Spirit Armor Buddy/Nanny) Amulet of Mis, Level 2: 11/20BP: +2 to Trained Skills, +1 Damage Received.
Abilities - Hypersonic Bark, Contagious Itching, BALL! Talent - The Face That Makes Master Drop His Food 3/4 Roscoe licks at the blood on his lips. There was so much blood. The tartness was terrible and intoxicating all at once. Adam's corpse lies before him, with the Amulet of Mis still barely attached to his chest. Roscoe is pulled forward towards it; he can't be sure if it's his own will, or that of his friends, or the Amulet itself. Even the lure of Joe's rapier seems insignificant compared to the small red jewel. There's hardly any pain when it latches onto his chest, forcing Control:Protect to make room. Loot Rolls: Amulet of Mis, Water Rapier: 2#1d100 98 8  (I rolled this before you said I could claim it. It's clearly destiny. I'll relinquish my roll on the rapier, unless someone I don't like is getting it. As if an 8 will beat everyone else.)And then he was in a restaurant, and a bowl of soup was in front of him. He needed to get the taste out of his mouth. All the blood was still there, and it was becoming maddening. The soup looked delicious. Eyes and strange leaves. But was it safe to eat? Roscoe sat up as straight as he could, and took a few experimental sniffs of the platter. It was polite to get the full experience of your food anyway, wasn't it? If there was any natural poison in there, he'd be able to find it with his nose, no problem. Sniffin my soup (Hunting or Magic Sense): 1d20+7 8 But the taste of the blood was too much. He had to eat something or he'd go crazy. Roscoe digs in with gusto.  Somehow this game continues to get weirder. Green Intern fucked around with this message at 21:29 on Feb 2, 2015 |
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Feb 2, 2015 21:27
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 Name - Nicodemus Kessler Race - Lich Class - High Lord Inquisitor of the Arcanum Illuminas. Health-13 Armor-16 Accuracy-+1 Skills - Necromantic Magic, Athletics, Royal Etiquette. Abilities - Runic blast- Alternate Ammunition- Inspiration- Talent- Holy Fervour Nicodemus shudders as the backlash of the torrent of necromancy leaves his newly reclaimed flesh, a grin on his face as his creations assault Giovanni, with the slightest twinge of guilt hitting his chest as Longwei is plowed through. Not paying any mind as the insignificant Magehound devours his disciple he absent mindedly picks up the silver token he'd handed to the cannibal as flesh and blood splatters onto his robes and is hit by another wave of joy as the feedback wracks through his body, his knees buckle under him and he falls backwards and in a disconnected moment finds himself sitting in a chair in what appears to be a fancy restaurant. Memories of the past flood back, days spent dining with his parents at official feasts, having to reanimate the duke again because he'd poisoned the wrong soup, being whipped across the back for not keeping proper posture, an eye blinded for not using the correct cutlery. Nicodemus immediately stops slumping back in his chair and listens to the dish announcement, delicately whipping his napkin down into his lap and straightening his silverware he prepares to dine ingrained habits taking over, Giovanni's plight ignored as etiquette demands grudges be taken care of away from the dinner table, or at least more subtly at it. Running the dish name through his memory Nicodemus thinks about the proper way to eat the dish, he comes to the conclusion that the poison probably won't hurt him on account of his body not being alive, but what was it you were supposed to do about the eye? 19(14+5) Royal etiquette [7259] has taught Nicodemus how to eat many things, he's just a little rusty it's been a few centuries okay! Nicodemus nods steepling his fingers in front of his face as he remembers his mother once using this soup to assassinate an obstinate dignitary who had come to ask them to stop razing their fields, Nicodemus lowers his hands to his lap a gentle smile breaking his lips at the fond memory. As he awaits his plating Nicodemus' nice mood is spoiled by something spotted from the corner of his vision, summoning a servant he speaks quietly but sternly "What kind of establishment just leaves items laying about" Pointing to the water rapier on the ground he continues "Bring that to it's proper owner or I shall be forced to leave a scathing review with the Aven Illustrated." 30 Claiming the water rapier [7260] Looking to the group he realizes he has forgotten the most important part his eye socket twitching slightly as the dragon sloppily tucks in to his dish "Now fellow disciples if I may say grace" Lowering his head Nicodemus crosses his arms and touches his hands to their opposing shoulders and recites "You are bound to the bosom of the world like seeds, Strive to be weaned through nutriment of the heart. Eat the words of wisdom, for veiled Light Is not accepted in preference to unveiled Light. When you have accepted the Light, O beloved, When you behold what is veiled without a veil, Like a star you will walk upon the heavens; Nay, though not in heaven, you will walk on high. Keep silence, that you may hear Him speaking Words unutterable by tongue in speech. Keep silence, that you may hear from that Sun Things inexpressible in books and discourses. Keep silence, that Illuminas may speak to you; " Nicodemus holds a moment silent his head still bowed swaying slightly before he continues. "He spoke thus, saying, "O stricken ones! The desires of all of you have been granted by Light; Arise, walk without pain or affliction, Acknowledge the mercy and beneficence of Illuminas." Nicodemus unbows his head smiling at the collected table and smoothly reaches for his soup spoon and carefully looks away. Successful Businessmanga fucked around with this message at 01:38 on Feb 3, 2015 |
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Feb 2, 2015 22:28
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Valthax had been trained from a young age in how he might best resist poisons, and other substances that might find its way into his mouth, which were indeed too numerous to count. It was a simple thing, then, for him to apply these Arts. You simply had to eat the food too quickly for it to poison you! Through the art of speed-eating, he could improve his digestive efficiencies so that, if he were a bit lucky, he might survive any substance imaginable! Rolling Speed Eating to improve digestive efficiency in the Ancient Ways of the Pie Lords, and to survive even the harshest things... after all, Pie Lords are known for their indiscriminate appetite... 1d20+5= 21 http://orokos.com/roll/251819 "Tastes so good! Daniel-San, would you like a bite?" SerSpook fucked around with this message at 22:46 on Feb 2, 2015 |
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Feb 2, 2015 22:36
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Feb 3, 2015 00:03
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Now is a good time to vote for our favorite floor! Vote Three here!
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Feb 3, 2015 00:05
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Will put mine in tomorrow, til then... , I say! A rapier! Good show!: 1d100 49, I say brainamp be a good chap will you?
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Music Theory posted:Name - Chauncey Ah, a restaurant! This is a nice surprise, even if the food might be a little exotic. That has never stopped Chauncey before, though! Although he might try to order a drink, first. While he's waiting for a waiter to walk by with a drink menu, he recalls the etiquette rules he was taught in his youth... "Chauncey! Come to the kitchen and get your tea and crumpets!" "Yes, mum, but first let me finish this game of cricket!" 2 Yeah, he never learned any manners as a child. At least he can copy the people who look like they know what they're doing, though! And anyway, the waiters might not even know what his society's etiquette rules are, so he might just be able to make them up if he wanted. Anyway, while he's pretending to know what he's doing... Oh, Giovanni is leaving! Chauncey thanks him for all he's done to help, wishes him well in the academy, promises to look him up when the game is over, and accepts the gift. And now someone has started a prayer. Chauncey is not a follower of that religion, but he respects the prayer. Afterwards, because the waiter has not arrived or had walked past while Chauncey was distracted, Chauncey decides to strike up a conversation. "Thank you, miss, for the pointers. Anyway, you, sir, wearing the event horizon, what's your story? Why are you here?" Chauncey tries to get the attention of a waiter while he waits for a reply.
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