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   Bolderdash HP: 5/5 Memory: Compressing (Using), When the Taxman broke my child's legs (Used) Satiation: 7 -> 8 (+1 post) Bolderdash looked at the giant shape, then at #39 and Yip and the other faceless. "Grab stuff. Compress stuff. Make compressed stuff into ladder. Join others. Got it." 1D (Plan #39) Ladder plan: 1d100+18(satiation+Compressing)
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     HP: 2/5 Satiation: 22>23 Bile: 1 Memory: Finding, My First Hunt Alone, The Bet I Won, And How He Didn’t Pay Whistler's first inclination, as usual, was to kill and eat the eggs... but something about this method was a little... unexpected. Always keep your enemies guessing, she supposed. She wasn't much use in these types of situations, but she bent to help the others as best she could. D: Improved Incubator with Carrick: 1d100+23 37
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The cobbolds quickly got to work, rubbing satiation into the planters, making sure to inscribe their demonic runes on them. The Elves shrieked in terror and indignation, surging forward, trying to push their way into the nursery. Their movements blocked by the horde of faceless. The two groups clashed, one of the half faces formed. “Estra ecstra, read about it, New Incubators signal new interspecies relationship” The black ichor continued to drip from the ceiling, the small piles of goo was opaque, with a bright light shining on its surface, it turned it’s eye towards the cobbolds and lurched. Cobb used his awl to carve the runes into the incubator, and Carrick was pulled off the one he was working on by the slime, a giant ghastly hand gripping his shoulders. Carrick tried to fight the creature off but it was strong, and the ooze was subsuming him.  He tried to pull himself free. Whistler ran forward, and fired a beam of light, cutting a hole into the creature, the force of the blast blowing Carrick free. Outside the Titan roared, and it reverberated through the trees, the leaves quivering adding to the chorus of pain. The Elves tried to push harder into the nursery, but they couldn’t. At the base of the tree, Bolderdash, and #39 were quickly pooling their leftover satiation to climb the tree. The Titan swung at them, it’s icy waves chilling them to the bone. They were engulfed in the black Ichor. The Cobbolds and Orcs held onto the ladder and climbed the best they could. Holding their breath they struggled through the thick liquid. #39 felt isolated and alone, all he could see was the next rung. The only thing that would save him would be to climb out of the water, but it was so hard. Images flashed into his head, he saw H’olm destroyed, his experiments spoiled and scattered across the wind. The demons he had relationships with captured and taken away. It had no effect on the pragmatic #39. Still the creature tried to push further into it’s mind. Something clicked in #39 something fell into place as the Titan tried to pry him off the ladder. His good luck charm. It started to glow, a bright white magic peeled off of it, it glowed and the waves abated. It was blinding to look at, but the never ending fractals called to him. He tried to touch it, but it was now ephemeral stuck between dimensions. There was a loud pop and then it disappeared. There was a crack like an explosion, and the Titan screamed as it pulled itself away from the ladder. The cobbolds and Orcs climbed even faster. Back at the top of the ladder, the faceless were starting to lose. The Elves had forced their way nearly into the nursery, and the slimes were engulfing the full faced cobbolds as they tried to do their work. P’Ark let out a warriors cry as he crested the top of the ladder, and everyone charged with him. Arne’s giant cutlass split the elves tridents in twain, and he bisected the closest one. P’Ark pulled out his Cat Claws and lashed out with them, his clawed gloves were stained with gore. Liv and Leif were back to back, Liv’s hatchets lashed out and struck true.  Bolderdash looked around and saw that, at the base of the ladder Yip looked lost, he was crying. Forgotten and left behind, his giant metal suit making dwarfing him. He looked afraid. The Titan reached out and grabbed the small creature, and lifted him, both glowing eyes locked on the small creature. Bolderdash didn’t know what to do. Behind him an Elf readied their trident and Bolderdash had all thoughts leave his mind. It was killed or be killed, and Yip was on their own. The trident couldn’t pierce his leather armor, which was of the finest cobbold quality. Bolderdash rushed forward and grabbed the Elf’s head, compressing it. He was awashed in blood and gore as the Elf’s head popped like a particularly chunky pimple. The arrival of the second team of Cobbolds gave Blek a distraction, and she quickly changed the runes on one of the incubation machines. The demon shrank itself down as small as it could, and hid itself under the sachet. She looked around her, Bluco and Whistler were fighting the mud creatures, while Carrick and Cobb worked on the incubation machines. The egg turned a dark black, and blood seemed to leak out of it. There was a hissing sound, and then it bloomed like a flower, a giant eye was set in the middle of it, and then it swallowed and folded itself back to a brown egg. The vine coming off of it flashed gently as it slowly turned black, then purple then back again, the other vines started to change as well. Suddenly the muddy slimes stopped fighting. The Elves were confused, they looked at the Titan which had stopped moving. Yip was sobbing, scared, and confused. The Titan looked at the small creature, and in it’s giant hands, a small cradle made out of numerous hands reaching grasping, gentle and kind, it cradled Yip and focussed on the small cobbold rocking it gently, it reached into the village, and pulled out a pomegranate, and it’s tiny hand gently split the fruit open and fed him, giving him small handfuls of arils. The Elves were still fighting, and one of them blasted the Half-Faced Cobbold that was screaming headlines, striking her in the chest, her leylines flashed with energy as she was knocked back. The Titan roared and slammed it’s hand on the platform, sending many of the elves on the platform tumbling into the water. The Slimes from inside the nursery surged forward and attacked the Elves. They were engulfing them, digesting them quickly, where the slimes touched the elves, their skin turned to muscle, then bone, and finally nothing. There was a scream from the top of the trees, “ENOUGH!” The elves stopped fighting, the cobbolds had finished their dark work on the nursery, and the Orcs paused. Everyone was holding their breath, the trees shook in the silent breeze, and in the distance the call of gulls was heard. Everyone froze, some power holding over them.  “My name is Chairman Felicity,” came a call that echoed from the leaves, at the top of the canopy, they saw an elf, eyes glowing, and angry, “You have defiled our tree, desecrated our nursery, and killed our people. This must stop this instant. What do you want?” P’Ark was the first to speak. “We told you. We warned you, you took our kindness for weakness. You cursed our equipment, you attacked us. You chased us out. Your memory may be foggy.” P’ark pulled his axe out of the back of an elf, and flicked the blood off onto the ground. “Your encampment here encroaches on the Dwarves lands. You’re flooding them out in their mountains, they have nowhere to run from the encroaching waters. You must re-build, somewhere further from the mountains.” Chairman Felicity slid down the tree and met in front of the nursery, she was taller than any of the other Elves, she tugged at her business suit. “We’ve told you, the secession wars have pushed us out from our ancestral home. I can not go back, if we return we will be imprisoned and executed.” P’Ark groaned, “We’re not asking you to go back, it’s a big forest, just find somewhere where people aren’t already settled.” “The humans have forced us all out of our homes, there’s nowhere even close by where we can settle.” She growled, “We have already resettled twice, at some point we must fight for our home.” “Aye, and look what that got you.” P’Ark said, pointing with his ask. The Titan coddling Yip, the Nursery now glowing an ominous red. Dozens of Elven bodies littering the platforms around you. “We were only a pack of 100, the Dwarves have hundreds of thousands, and according to some scouts, we estimate the humans have millions in their giant cities. You are outnumbered, and outclassed. Not only that, if you don’t agree to move, we will eliminate all of you. We will take your eggs, and raise them so that your bloodline will live on, and any surrender we will allow into our home, but if you fight we will have no choice. You do not want this war,” The Elf looked at the cobbolds, “You act like you have beaten me yourself, you merely weaponized these poor moonlings. You’ve twisted them from their purpose, made them tools of war.” “Who speaks for you!?” She called out to the Cobbolds, “Why do you attack us when we’ve done nothing to you.” A. ) Mother Magdalene speaks for us! B.) It doesn't matter who speaks for us, only death follows you ( 100d100 Wounds 20, Faceless Lethal 20) C.) We speak for ourselves, and we have a solution… (Write-In.) Cobbold Egg Plan Carrick 95 Cobb 134 Bluco 121 Whistler 37 41d100+350 vs 45d100+100 Incubation: 41d100+350 2368 vs Incubation (Difficulty): 45d100+100 2210 Blek’s Secret Betrayal Blek 104 1d100+104 vs 2d100 Blek Demon Transfer: 1d100+104 151 vs Blek Demon (Difficulty): 2d100 121 Ladder Plan Bolderdash 103 #39 56 53d100+159 vs 55d100+30 Ladder: 53d100+159 2881 vs Ladder (Difficulty): 55d100+30 2992 Re-roll Ladder (Difficulty) Reroll: 55d100+30 2685 Confused Yip Yip 111 111 vs Yip ???: 2d100 109
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    Name: Carrick HP: 5/5 Memory: Audacity (recharging), First hunt with Father (ready) Satiation: 4 > 5 Bile: 0 Bonuses: Hospital +1 Items:Shooty thing loaded. Carrick raised his voice: If ever there was a moment to be seized, this was it. "I will speak. Let my colleagues, comrades and companions decide if they back my words of their free will, but I will speak. The humans came, and tried to drive us from our Hol'm, tried to exterminate us. We made common cause with these Orcs, a task for a task, a duty for a duty. Working together, we bested the humans and secured our land. The Orcs are making common cause with the Dwarves as well, as mediators to try and find a solution to prevent the dwarves being drowned out of their homes. We are not weaponised, we are not twisted from our purpose, we are in a struggle to survive that has been going on far too long, and in this last particular 'we', I include All the thinking kinds whom the humans have forced out. Your elves, the Dwarves, the Orcs, us Cobbolds, as we who face you choose to be called. So many kinds, forced out and forced into a hardscrabble squabble, fighting with each other over scraps. Let there be peace among us, and let us make common cause against humanity, the would-be architects of all our downfalls. Carve yourselves a better domain from theirs, shoulder to shoulder with those who have shared your pains and losses over the vastness of time. Will you join us, avenge ancestral losses, and make a compromise of harmony with your Dwarven neighbours, flooding the new lands we will collectively take and leaving theirs dry?"
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  Name: Bluco Memory: Got Goat Medicine From the Witch In The Woods (Using), Fletcher Job (CD) HP: 5/5 Satiation: 8 > 9 Bile: 5 Items: Leather Armor +5, Goat Stick + 5, Shooty Thing Bluco called out at the Elves and orcs. "Why fight? You and we and they are goats and sheep and cows and horses and other creatures of the land. We are peaceful though we know how to fight and fight well to protect ourselves. The humans are wolves. They struck out at us and the Orcs aided us. We aid the Orcs in turn. But the orcs are not your enemy. The dwarves are not your enemy. Cobbolds are not your enemy. The wolves are the common enemy. We should stop fighting over the meager grasses and browse left to us and focus on retaking grasses for all. We must join and push out the humans from this area so that it is safe for all peaceful goats and cows and horses and sheep to co-exist and sometimes eat each other in ways natural and yummy, not evil and predatory. Let us March on the Human Cities as one, Orc, Elf, Cobbold, Dwarf, Demon and Witch alike"
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 Cobb Memory: Cobbling HP: 3/5 Equipment: Leather Armour (+5 to combat strategm rolls), Hyper Leaf (1 use, +75 for 1 turn, -50 for 2 turns after), Shooty Thing (Use upon death to avoid death/lethal damage), Knight's Sword (+1) Satiation: 25 Cobb shrugged at the question. "The orcs helps us fight the humans, in exchange for this fight, which I think the Dwarves asked them to do. No idea about any political stuff behind that. Be nice to, y'know, not fight, yeah?"
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   HP: 3/5 Memory: Hiding, When the Cleric Found my Farm, When we Robbed the Elves Satiation: 6->7 Bile: 1 "Sleep, Eat, kraft repeat. Sometimes fite, always build. Is life, is cobbold, is all. Hunams killemall politricks confused landmasses, sadden Mother, pick at denoms; mother-friends, so cobbold fite mens. Orkses ax cobbold nice-nice for elvises meats and shinies, so cobbold shinies embetter, fite Elvises, make friend-friends. Dwarrows hide in hidey holes, become wish-wash from Elivses & watermad, though amnot hurtify cobbold so no grudge. Moon above all makadem more cobbold from gore, ask norf. What elvises ask, what elvises do, when cobbold trapses them Egg (hail Egg!) in treehome? Yip want fites, but Watermom hold Yip as babby, make yip for to sleep, so no more fite is guess. Sleep and then eat, kraft? Am make choice? Not Yip. A: Ask other mother." "
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HP: 2/5 Satiation: 23>24 Bile: 1 Memory: Finding, My First Hunt Alone, The Bet I Won, And How He Didn’t Pay Whistler knew her place and her skills, and knew too that keeping silent here would do more good. So she listened to Carrick speak... and readied herself for the worst case scenario.
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Cobbold #39 posted:Face: A2 #39 stared, but said nothing. It was clear #39 would've preferred to keep fighting, but their poor health made way for a clearer head. The doomslayer was still hungry, but what could it do? Not that #39 was complaining, no, their head had enough occupants already. ----- #39 was all for finishing the job, but since they weren't the one in good health, they kept quiet.
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(Unloaded. Hungry. Demands to be used.)
luck charm, you served well.
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The leader of the Elves listened, and stood stalwart. She raised her hand, Carrick and Bluco stood at the forefront and said their peace, and the Elf said nothing and listened, when Yip and Blek asked for Mother Magdalene to be brought here, the Orcs nodded, and P’ark sent Frode and Arne to go collect her. “We should eat.” The Elf said, “The time for violence has passed, and we should discuss things.” She turned to Carrick, and Bluco, “You say you wish to march upon the humans, but we are a much smaller group, as has been mentioned before, there is a civil war in the elven marshes, between two rival clans. We can expect no help from them. You want to take back this land, this war has been waged for generations, and we lost. There are too many humans, their cruelty knows no bounds. To quarrel with them is to risk extinction.” She sighed as elves brought to the pier a table, bread, fish, and wine. She waved her wand, and her bottom half turned back to the form of an elf, and she sat at the table. Elves set more tables, and soon every cobbold, elf and orc had been seated all over the Elves village. The titan refused to let go of Yip, and continued to hand feed him arils, and eventually got a mug of mulled wine that had been sweetened, the smell of oranges and cinnamon filled the air, overpowering the smell of brine and the sea. Liv and Leif looked uncomfortable, as they were served. The Elves who were grabbing the tables tried their best not to sneer at their guests, though some could barely hide their contempt. Some of the faceless had started to lick the blood off the claws, and there was nearly a restart to hostility, as the elves tried to receive their fallen brothers from the faceless who were feasting on them. The fish was cooked, and the wine was poured, and serendipitously mother magdalene had just shown up on the back of a warg with Arne and Frode as the final touches of the table were placed. Magdalene held the chair at the head of the table for Carrick and Bluco, and then sat to their right. Felicity raised an eyebrow, and said nothing as the food was served. It was grilled, bright pink, and had lemon on it. There was no conversation as they ate. The cobbolds noticed no decorum, maybe some of them figured out how to use the utensils, though the faceless did not, and quickly started reaching across their tables to cram as much fish and wine in their maw as possible. Felicity's stare was burning holes into Mother Magdalene’s head, and she seemed to largely ignore her. She whispered something to P’ark and the both of them laughed. Felicity’s fork in her hand started to bend under her white knuckled grip, she put it down and spoke, plainly. “I think what you’ve done to these things is a travesty. You knew when making your burrow that the humans would eventually find them, and that they would not understand. I know you Magdalene, I knew you when you were a familiar, and I know you now. As soon as the Cobbolds started talking about the war with humans, I knew it was you pulling the strings. I do not know what you were thinking, you have less than a hundred cobbolds, and you think you’re going to take on the entire human populace? This is going to end with your death, one way or the other.” Mother Magdalene blotted the napkin at the corners of her mouth, wiping away non-existent crumbs, and she spoke slowly, “Felicity, firstly there is a stark difference between knowing of someone, and knowing someone. Secondly, I have not, and will not usurp these creatures free-will everything they do, they do on their own. I have let them make every decision leading up to this point and will not change that. Thirdly, and most importantly, you are scared of the millions of humans. These creatures can create weaponry and buildings in a matter of minutes, but even better, they have, completely on their own accord, summoned 2 powerful demons, and are able to feed them at an alarming rate. They have learned to cast magics on their own that has taken masters their entire lifetimes. They have nearly, very nearly, surpassed my own knowledge of magic in a matter of months. They are embroiled in it, have you noticed the leylines, much brighter than your own, more intricate, and always apparent? The dark magic is as much a part of them, as flesh and blood are a part of us.” “If the cobbolds will it, I would like to paint a picture for you. It’s one that I’ve said before. Imagine if we actually gave into what the humans suspected of us. We delved the realm into dark magics, we used demons, and we empowered a nation backed with the very things they fear most. Before, when I had suggested such, you said it was madness that it was impossible, but look at them.” She waved her arm, gesturing to Carrick, Bluco, and #39 who were conversing just like real people, to Cobb, Bolderdash, and Blek decked out in fine garments and armors that withstood even the strongest weapons that the elves had. To Whistler, with light surrounding her like a halo that outlined her very form, to Yip in his metal suit of claws and metal being pet by the Elves' own guardian. “The experiments were a success! They’re amazing, and stronger than any creature on this continent. The Orcs see it, and when P’Ark returns from his mission, he will be named the next Warchief, seeing as how he was able to take over an entire Elven settlement on his own.” She continued, her giant smile seeming to curl around the entirety of her face, it looked as though it were about to split open, as though her head would bifurcate in two, and pull the entire body inside out. It was encouraging and unsettling. “We have a place for you to live at, a farm that we took from the humans. The local duke here has sent a contingent of troops, who will report back that the place has been destroyed. Which will buy you some time to entrench yourselves. While you get yourselves entrenched, we can march with Orcs, Dwarves, and Cobbolds to the elven lands and solve this ‘Civil War.’” Felicity laughed, “I do not think it will be that easy. What do you even know about our internal politics hmmm?” Magdalene sucked through her teeth, a high pitched sound that was drenched with irritation at being questioned, annoyance flashed quickly across her face, “I know that the Queen died without an heir apparent. She had twins both hatched at the same second from the same egg. I know that one twin has been feeding the people, and believes that the rule of monarchs is a time for the past, and that they should have democratically elected leaders. That she wants to unify the country and take back her lands instead of living in a small parcel that can barely sustain them, while the humans have great plains and do nothing with them. I know that the other is a staunch traditionalist and wants nothing to do with war, while his people live in increasingly small homes, and have to share increasingly small shares of food. I know that when they started fighting each other, you left looking for greener pastures, risking death from humans, or dwarves, which ever found you first.” “I don’t know for sure, but I suspect that if we show up to this civil war with an army of Orcs, Dwarves, and Elvish refugees, backed by cobbold weaponry and magics, that both will try and court our favor, and we can easily crush one side or the other. Whichever promises to throw their armies behind ours.” Felicity raised an eyebrow, “How do you know these things? We are the furthest elvish settlement in existence.” Magdalene let out a titter, “I will tell you, but I’m really just crooning about my own wit, so please forgive me. I had demons rummage through mass graves, and questioned the dead, then threw their remains into H’olm and waited to see if they grew into Cobbolds. A few of them did.” She winked at Cobb. “And what if we refuse? We have come here to escape war, not to get embroiled in it.” Mother Magdalene laughed, and snapped her fingers, the faceless whipped around at the noise and started to growl, it was loud enough to rattle the plates around them, “Then we kill you, blame it on the humans, and your people go to war for us anyways. You don’t really have a choice, I’m just being polite.” The elves reached for their weapons, and Felicity stood up in anger, she reached her hand out and her trident showed up. The cobbolds leaped on the table and started to chitter angrily, P’ark and the other Orcs grabbed their own weapons, when suddenly the great Titan started to let out an odd cry, it was long and musical, whooping. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5tRMqbPH_pk Felicity looked shock, “An egg is hatching, but they weren’t due for months!?” She ran, and many of the elves followed, when they reached the nursery they couldn’t believe their eyes. Every single egg was hatching at once, they had in a few hours, nearly tripled in size, each looking as though it weight 4 to 5kg. The leathery skin was peeling back Elves ran in with shawls, and started to swaddle the children. They weren’t crying, their faces were serene and they were giggling as the elves packed them away. Felicity mouth was agape, and she walked over to one of the nursery machines. One egg was much larger than the others, a man, all clad in black stood up, he snapped his fingers and was covered in clothing. His skin was dark black, and he had one eye. Blek loses item “Warding Demon”  Felicity looked at the creature standing in the light of the nursery. He was taller then most of the elves, he didn’t look like a demon, his skin had a deep blue tint, and he didn’t look cut out of the world, or 2 dimensional like many of the other demons had. His teeth were razor sharp. He looked at Felicity, who had a tear in her eye, “What have you people done to my son?” The creature stepped down, his oddly thin body, like whipped taffy moved smoothly though he would bend at weird angles, he grabbed Felicity by the hand, “It’s me mother, it’s me.” Felicity turned her head to the demon, but he opened his eye and looked deeply into Felicity.  She tried to avoid his gaze, but her heart burned, she looked at the cobbolds, then to the creature in front of her. “Why..?” She asked, the tall demon put his hands on her shoulders, “Search your heart, you know who I am,” One of the elves stood up, he was wearing a suit like Felicity’s, instead of going topless like many of the other Elves chose to, he looked at him, “These creatures… They were able to incubate 2 Trimesters in a manner of hours. If they can do this to entire clutches…” He looked at the Demon, “Then that… That would be an acceptable exchange for me.” Felicity hissed, “It’s easy for you to say, they didn’t take your son.” The Demon looked at her, “They didn’t take yours either. I’m still here, I just… Skipped the child part.” Felicity stared at him, “What possesses you, how do you know what words are, or what’s true, or that I’m…” “The same way you know I am your son.” Felicity gave him a hug, and cried. The Demon gave Blek a thumbs up behind her back. One of the elves stood, and held his spear up, “I will fight for the cobbold’s technology, and the future of our people.” Another one stood up and said the same. Felicity looked as her people turned their back on her, and pledged, one after the other to pledge themselves. If Magdalene was shocked by the appearance of a demon in the elvish clutches, she did not show it. As the Elves cheered, Magdalene placed a hand gently on Blek’s shoulders, and gently pulled her aside, “Dear, I would hate to be too forward, but you need to be more careful. If your demon was not quick witted and capable, you could have ruined this whole thing. We have to keep the big picture in mind when we do things, do you understand? What we’re doing? We’re not doing it just for H’olm, we’re doing it so everyone, everyone can live a free life. That includes the elves. We could, easily, murder them all, take their homes from them and use their bones to empower ourselves, but you know what that would make us? Human. If you make someone so angry they attack you, you are culpable for what happens to that person, do you see? Their blood would be on your hands, and every cobbold we lost because of it would be your fault. I just want you to think a bit more before you act. I want to be clear, I’m not mad at you” She gave Blek a light squeeze on the shoulder, “I’m just a bit disappointed really. Do better.” She gave her a little smile. “Leave their dead.” Mother Magdalene said to the group, “Let them remember what they’re fighting for.” 1.) Do you sneak a corpse? (Y 1d100+30 Gain 5 satiation, and a choice of 2 items) (N) Metal Armor Trident Magic Memory Regular Memory 2.) Do you want to go to the Dwarves first (and have to solve their problem,) or the Elves first (and have to solve their problem,) Or march towards the humans? (Once the humans are defeated the game ends. It’s up to you how many allies you’ll try to gain before hand. The Orcs will fight with you when it is time.)
3.) You have 3 turns of downtime, the base building segment will be handled by #39 (Arcanuse) as we had decided previously, decide what you’re going to do over the next 3 days, by picking one of the 3 options (or the same option 3x) DOWNTIME Hanging Gardens Everyone who posts this downtime will receive 3 free satiation, and may choose one of the following fruits three times, or three of the following fruits.    Blood Flower Does not take an action. Take 1d3 damage and roll a d12-d4 in Orokos. Take the result in satiation. This will also empower a demon in the area as though you gave it satiation, based on the d4 roll. This building can not be improved. This building will also change as it gets fed, for the better or worse is for the fates to know. Workshop Does not take an action. Replicate an item for it’s cost. Replicated Items have a Teal Box and Can Be Combined but Not Upgraded. State the combination, and I will give you a cost and the new value, you will then decide if you want to do it. Make a new item for 5 Satiation. These can be upgraded. Upgrade it for 10, then 15, 20, then 25. Item bonus increases from +5 / +10 / +15 / +20 At 25 Cost it gains a special ability, chat with me on Discord I do not have PMs. An item with a specific use in mind, can be created for 10 satiation, but it will not give a bonus, or only give a bonus conditionally, state what you want and I’ll attach appropriate numbers to it. This item can be upgraded for 10 / 15 / 20 / 25 satiation. Foraging The Forage action can be used during down time to provide for the warren. Soldiers with stealth, trapping, scouting, cooking, hunting, foraging or similar type memories will get a plus 10. Each person Foraging rolls a 1d100 based on their roll; they either have success or failure. 00 - 75 you find something that hurts you. This can be an animal, a person, or even just falling out of a tree, whatever happened you failed your check. 76 - 85 you find food, everyone in the warren gains +1 Satiation due to your excellent hunting skills 86 - 95 You find something useful, this will generally be an item of some sort, or a cache of items though sometimes it can lead to special events, or even new strategies. 96+ This will find you a high quality item, a lot of low quality items, or even possibly some magic (which is basically an item that costs satiation to use, but has huge effects.) This can also unlock Epic Strategies depending on when and where you are in the story when you find it. a natural 100 is considered a critical success, you will find something awesome. If you roll this message me on discord so we can chat about what you found. You have some say in this! Healing Cooking, Healing, entertaining or similar Memories can be used for a +10 bonus to restore HP. Healing is a Conflict between the healers and the wounded - their combined roll is rolled against d100 rolls representing the wounded. Success heals each wounded by 1 HP - and each 100 over heals an additional HP. Healing can only be performed in downtime while making camp. In situations in which SOME healing is possible, you’ll be provided a Closed Conflict - only enough time or resources to partially fix the wounded! The wounded never needs to roll themselves (I’ll do that). Hospital Bonus 1: If your healing check failed, you or anyone may spend satiation to raise it, at a rate of 1 satiation per +5 to the heal check. Anyone can contribute satiation to your healing attempt
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Cobbold #39 posted:
Something itched in #39's brain when the elf-demon worked its magic. It seemed damnably familiar, yet whatever strands of memory #39 grasped at fell apart in their hands. The matter was most annoying, but in the end #39 conceded to ignorance and let the matter be. ---------- #39 had little to say for the remainder of the return to H'olm, secluding themselves shortly after arrival. ---------- -snip- ------------- Some time later, #39 had recovered their composure and called on Neat and Ceres. "Neat, Ceres. I forget which of you I asked a while ago for a Mammonic purse, and at this point in time I finally have the twenty-satiation of funding." "It has been a while, so I think I'll go over it once again..." Mammonic Purse posted:"A convenient and highly portable way of conducting business with the markets of the underworld." "A bargain at twice the price." "Once that's sorted out, I'll need you two to help me gather a few things." "A decent knife, some demonic essence, the laylines of a dead faceless and a mixture to keep me focused, numb, alive, and pointedly not hallucinating during a number of surgeries." "Frankly there exist far better options to do what I wish, but on such short notice they are considerably more expensive." "I'm sure something that passes for a knife can be found around here, and there has to be at least one dead cobbold in decent condition hereabouts." "The Mixture I'll have to talk with Magdalene about, and we'll work out a deal for the essence later." "Any questions?" Arcanuse fucked around with this message at 08:36 on Nov 28, 2020 |
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Nov 27, 2020 21:32
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Name: Bluco Memory: Got Goat Medicine From the Witch In The Woods (Available), Fletcher Job (Available), Magic Memory, Regular memory HP: 5/5 Satiation: 9 > 10 > 15 (Corpse) > 17 (downtime) Bile: 5 Items: Leather Armor +5, Goat Stick + 5, Shooty Thing, Heal berry x 3 This? This is good. Small sacrifices are made for the good of every goat herd. Some are eaten by the herder. Some die defending the herd from the occasional wolf. But the majority live on and prosper. These elves died as small sacrifices for the greater good. The greater herd is now stronger. But not to feed on the already dead would be such as waste. What use is a dead elf rotting in the trees or the swamps when it could be strengthening the whole? When it could be strengthening Bluco? He grabbed a corpse when nobody was looking and feasted upon it. Sneakin' a snack: 1d100+30 90 Gain: Magic memory, Regular memory With his feast done, Bluco went to Mother Magdelene and the other leaders and voted to head to the Dwarves. The orc's mission was accomplished for the dwarves, so they could complete their bargain immediately and start things on a good foot. The Elves would need to see a stronger allied force to stand down from their civil war with the least bloodshed possible... and give the incubators enough time to show their worth for the Elvish whole. Downtime: Gain Heal-berry x 3 Foraging: 1d100+10 76
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Nov 29, 2020 17:00
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Health: 4 -> 5/5 HP Memory: Blind Luck (Using), My First Hunt with my Father (Using), Banditry on the Plains (Using), Raids on the Glass Desert (Using) Items: Stabby Thing (+5), Shooty Thing (Defy Death, Loaded, 5 Satiation + ACT to reload), Leather Armor (Lvl 2, +5) Satiation: 12 -> 17 -> 19 -> 22 -> 12 Bile: 0 Blek bristled. She had given the Warding Eye Demon a brand new body from the egg of an unborn elf - a species of personoid that less than a day prior was their sworn enemy in combat. Blek had thought that having a demonic elf would be an asset in their fight against the elves, but now that the elves wanted peace and an alliance with the Cobbolds, suddenly Blek was being given the stern, 'I'm disappointed' speech from Mother Magdalene. The nerve! Mother Magdalene said that they were not supposed to eat the corpses of the recently-slain elven dead, but what did Mother Magdalene know? She didn't know what it was like to be a cobbold, capable of learning such things from those that pass... 1) Sneak a corpse, using Banditry on the Plains: 1d100+30+10+10 62 - Claiming +5 Satiation, 2 Magic Memories or else 1 Magic & 1 Mundane Memories 2) Let's fight with the dwarves. I'll bet the memories from their fallen will be interesting too! 3) Claiming Hyper Leaf, Heal Berry, and Flesh Fruit, and consuming all three! Downtime 1: Forage with Blind Luck and Hyper Leaf: 1d100+10+10+75+19 125 - Success! Downtime 2: Medical Work with Raids on the Glass Desert and a Hyper Leaf hangover: 1d100+10+10+19-50 51 Downtime 3: Medical Work with My First Hunt with my Father and a Hyper Leaf hangover: 1d100+10+10+19-50 12 > Workshop: Upgrading the Leather Armor lvl 2 for -10 Satiation! Lux Anima fucked around with this message at 03:49 on Dec 8, 2020 |
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HP: 3 -> 2/5 -?? Use rifle if taking lethal damage b/c scouting. Memory: Hiding, When the Cleric Found my Farm, When we Robbed the Elves Satiation: 7+5+3+6+10 = 31 ! Overflow error, 6 satiation lost. Bile: 1 1.) Do you sneak a corpse? (Y 1d100+30 Gain 5 satiation, and a choice of 2 items) (N) 1: Yes. Magic Memory please, and a trident for crafting. Sneak a Corpse: 1d100+30 56 2.) Do you want to go to the Dwarves first (and have to solve their problem,) or the Elves first (and have to solve their problem,) Or march towards the humans? Dwarves 3.) You have 3 turns of downtime, the base building segment will be handled by #39 (Arcanuse) as we had decided previously, decide what you’re going to do over the next 3 days, by picking one of the 3 options (or the same option 3x) DOWNTIME Hanging Gardens 3x Flesh Fruit = +6 Satiation, used immediately. Blood Flower lvl 2: 1d12-1d4 = 10 Blood Flower lvl 2 - damage taken: 1d3 = 1 Workshop Upgrade the Silverfish Suit with the trident and 25 satiation. Trident tail! Extra runes! The works! Foraging Yip Scouts The Dwarves Forever: 3#1d100+5+6 102 13 23 + whatever the silverfish bonus is for those? ~~~ Yip vanished one day. No one knew if he had just turned invisible, or ran away, or gone on an extended scouting mission. No one but mother Magdalene who kept coyly vague as to his whereabouts. And Liv, who claimed to have seen him at some point, somewhere amongst the canopies of the forest. Besides that, the only trace of him was a missing corpse from the flesh pile, three missing flesh fruit from the garden and pock-marks all over H'olm where someone with rather vicious claws had removed material for unknown reasons. Also, the giant crater in the workshop, surrounded by piles of strange but now broken tools.
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Dec 8, 2020 00:48
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Name: Carrick HP: 5/5 Memory: Audacity (ready), First hunt with Father (ready) Satiation: 5 > 8 > 12 Bile: 0 Bonuses: Hospital +1 Items:Shooty thing loaded. 1.No 2.Dwarves Fruits: Hyper leaf, flesh fruit, flesh fruit consuming each. Audacity, hyperleaf, foraging: 1d100+111 116 medical, first hunt, leaf penalty: 1d100-11 32 medical, audacity, leaf penalty: 1d100-9 12 A brief private aside to Mother Magdalene. "Don't think that we don't know what you've been doing. That we haven't heard what has been said and unsaid, seen the subtleties writhing and squirming beneath. Our interests largely coincide, to your great fortune. It would be wise not to take us, or our 'free will', for granted."
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Dec 8, 2020 02:52
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HP: 2/5 Satiation: 24>27 Bile: 1 Memory: Finding, My First Hunt Alone, The Bet I Won, And How He Didn’t Pay Whistler watched the others quietly and forged herself something a little better suited for the inevitable conflict. 1) Sneak A Corpse: 1d100+30 106 - [Magic Memory, Metal Armor] 2) Elves 3) Three Health Berries Combine Leather Armour and Metal Armour
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Dec 8, 2020 04:55
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“Don’t you think that’s a bit reckless?” Neat said, carrying knives, and bodies. “When has that ever stopped him before?” Ceres responded, cradling a vial of Hyperleaf extract, and a wicked grin. “I just think maybe, calling on, and trading with random demons that aren’t you know…” Neat said carefully, being deliberately slow with her words. “Us.” Ceres finished. “Though honestly, I just don’t want to be missing out on the party.” “Not all demons are as kind and cuddly as we are, the only ones who actually respond to summons and pass through are ones who like to dabble in the lives of mortals.” Neat tried to explain. “So if you go handing things out willy nilly, you might end up running into one that’s… Less than helpful. Either way it’ll be entertaining, and there’s one thing I can say about Magdalene, her plans, and those who get wrapped up with her. They are entertaining.” A wooden jug full of wine went soaring through the air, and splattered with a thud and a crash as wine covered Ceres, “We don’t need you telling old stories, and I doubt the cobbolds would want to hear them. #39 got his connection to the underworld, the question was, what was he going to do with it?  AJ_Impy posted:"Don't think that we don't know what you've been doing. That we haven't heard what has been said and unsaid, seen the subtleties writhing and squirming beneath. Our interests largely coincide, to your great fortune. It would be wise not to take us, or our 'free will', for granted." Mother Magdalene sucked at her teeth a high pitched whistling noise, and a dark scowl flashed across her face, but it was brief, and only for a split second before she smiled widely, “Of course not dear, of course not, I only want to see you to be able to live in your lands peacefully, any… Machinations that you may suspect, are merely motherly concerns. Long before you were you, I had watched over this brood, and raised them as if they were my own flesh and blood. Fed them, nourished them, protected them from danger. Now you’re all grown up and taking care of yourselves. I merely want what any mother would want, to see you succeed and do well.” She reached to touch Carrick’s cheek, then curled her hand inwards, and merely placed her hand in his. “Any success on your part, feels like a success on mine, like any mother towards their children, but your decisions, will of course always be your own.” It's been 13 days, but I couldn't keep away, there will be a proper post soon, people wanted an extra week to get posts in, so we have been on a brief break. Cobbolds will be back in full force. If you want to do side RPing like Carrick, and #39 have, please just ping me on discord when you make a post, and I will get to it right away. AND IF YOU'RE A LURKER, YOU SHOULD MAKE A CHARACTER! But if you don't, I still think it's great you're paying attention. NO I'M NOT JUST STALLING TO PLAY CYBERPUNK, OMG HOW COULD YOU SUGGEST SUCH A THING Boba Pearl fucked around with this message at 06:38 on Dec 11, 2020 |
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Dec 11, 2020 06:26
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Boba Pearl posted:Mother Magdalene sucked at her teeth a high pitched whistling noise, and a dark scowl flashed across her face, but it was brief, and only for a split second before she smiled widely, “Of course not dear, of course not, I only want to see you to be able to live in your lands peacefully, any… Machinations that you may suspect, are merely motherly concerns. Long before you were you, I had watched over this brood, and raised them as if they were my own flesh and blood. Fed them, nourished them, protected them from danger. Now you’re all grown up and taking care of yourselves. I merely want what any mother would want, to see you succeed and do well.” She reached to touch Carrick’s cheek, then curled her hand inwards, and merely placed her hand in his. “Any success on your part, feels like a success on mine, like any mother towards their children, but your decisions, will of course always be your own.” "Ah, the mother/child analogy again. We squirm free full-formed from the flesh of victims, our only umbilicus one of stolen memory. Your mask slipped, if only for a moment, as I spake. I would see that true face again, even in its anger. You realise the scale of the task we choose to undertake. Your plans have been in motion a long time. If I could ask anything of you, it would be plain truths whispered without sugar coat or manipulation. You know what's at stake. You know the intended end. I can better bring it about with fuller knowledge of the fine detail as opposed to deducing it from the motions of the hand beneath the gentle but obscuring glove."
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Dec 11, 2020 06:43
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Cobbold #39 posted:
"Ah, the supples. Many thanks." "No questions? Neat? Ceres? Curious, but fair enough." #39 weighs the mammonic purse in one hand, getting a measuring of it. "Seems to be in order." "Unfortunately, after consideration my workspace is... Lacklustre." "While I could operate in these conditions, the point of self-surgery is typically to survive the experience." "Which, while I would prefer to do so sooner than later, I also prefer living." "So perhaps its an abuse of responsibility, but the faceless ought to take care of that." "Not before the next raid, but what can you do?" For a moment, #39's eyes dimmed, glancing at their hands. "But nevermind that, I'm sure you two have other things to be doing." "The remainder of the materials, particularly the potion, ought to be readily available soon enough anyways." ----- "Get a hold of yourself, #39." Flinching, #39 plucks a shard of glass from their hand. "Scared the faceless. Lucky nobody listens to them." "You are you, I am I, and if the demons or Magdalene suspect they aren't yet certain." "Just have to keep it together a while longer." "Can't go breaking mirrors, next time it might not be a faceless that happens to see." Downtime 1: Heal Thy Self posted:1d100 Base #39HP: [1/5]+[0/5]>[2~3/5]+[0/5] ----- #39 grimaced, but remained in the hospital. It would be good practice for the real deal. Downtime 2: Heal Thy Self Some More posted:1d100 Base The knife slipped. #39 had already planned on having assistants when the time came, this only cemented that thought. #39HP: [2~3/5]+[0/5]>[3~5/5]+[0/5] ----- Keep going. Keep going. Keep- Downtime 3: Heal Thy Self Even More posted:1d100 Base -#39's nerves betrayed them as the knife clattered to the ground. Who were they trying to fool, this was the vessel of a warrior, not a mender however much they made to wrench it from its nature. #39's own hands were, ultimately, far too shaky; even with the correct drugs there was no guarantee they could perform the operation. They would have to hire a consultant. #39 stared at the mammonic purse, trying not to think about the fees one of hells own surgeons would charge for the operation they had in mind... #39HP: [3~5/5]+[0/5]>[4~5/5]+[0~2/5] ----- "Yes, I've heard of you. How do you think I called you in particular?" "--------" "Believe me, I am greatly aware of what I'm trying to do." "-------------" "The details will remain confidential, I trust?" "-----------" "A pleasure doing business." #39 uses the mammonic purse: -2 Satiation/+1 HP "-----------------" "---------" "Yes, I think this is ample demonstration." "I'll see if I can't arrange the funds." "I trust we can do more deals along these lines in the meantime?" "--------------" "Good to hear." #39 hangs up the purse, stretching their renewed limbs. The armor was still dinged up, but #39 was once more in fighting shape. Good timing, that. #39HP: [4~5/5]+[0~2/5]>[5/5]+[0~3/5] Arcanuse fucked around with this message at 07:08 on Dec 11, 2020 |
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Dec 11, 2020 07:05
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AJ_Impy posted:
"I will say this once, and never speak to me in this tone again. We have a..." Mother Magdalene looked to Blek, Bolderdash, and waved in a vague direction of where she suspected Yip might have gotten off too, "wide variety of intellects and personalities. Some of which respond better to polite and gentle pushes." Her tone turned dark, and her face sour, not kind, but malicious, soured by years of anger, lines appeared next to her eyes, and her fingers became gnarled. Her voice was quiet, almost a hiss barely above a whisper. "Together, with the dwarves, elves, and orcs, we will march straight through the human's land like a knife through butter, we will quickly with the help of Dwarvish Technology, Elves Magics, and Orcish Brutality push to their highest walls, and their strongest keeps. We will burn their churches, kill their emperor, and if their God tries to stop us, we will cut him down with the righteous indignation of a people spurned. Then on the charred bones of their empire, we will build something better, something that only a united front can give. I do not seek justice, justice was owed to us for too long. I seek a righteous vengeance for years of abuse to everyone who is not them, to the very world they corrupt, to their slavery through means. What they did to US? What they did to ME?!" She spat at the ground, it sparkled in the light, and a mushroom small and lonely grew where it landed. "I am old, much older than you. Much older than anyone here, and, I suspect much older than anything we will find for a long while. There was peace in this place, people did not have to toil, there was enough food and wine to go around for everyone, people worked together, they slept in the sun and danced under the moon. They sang, and told stories, grew fat, old, and happy. Oh if you were there boy, if you had only seen it. There were pixies, sprites, naiads, dryads, dragons that took the form of elves, and sang songs that would brighten the darkest night. There were not just old toads like me, but beastmen of every nature. Birds, Wolves, Foxes, and spirits that were in between. The very water spoke to you, the earth grew brighter. When people died, we sang and their spirits would empower us. We would sing them to the great divide. Even the demons would visit us with wonders, toys, and tales of their land. If you had seen it boy, you'd understand. It was beautiful. Now none of the old spirits remain, the heart of the land ripped." Her voice was almost inaudible, and a mixture of pride and sorrow ran through her. Suddenly she looked old, frail, her skin was mottled grey her eyes not quite bright. Her vigor gone. "This forest we stand in, was my forest. These people were my people. I will not suffer a single human standing in our lands, when it is time we will give them a choice, leave. Or die. They came to this land, long after peace had been found, and ruined it, whether because it is their nature, or their fear, or their greed, it doesn't matter to me anymore. They ruined it. I will bring that peace back. Maybe, maybe I'll be able to hear the old spirits again. That's why I do this, that's what is important to me, and what we fight for. And I will not let anyone, or anything get in my way." She smiled, and gave his hand a soft squeeze, the saccharine sweetness was back in her voice, and her eyes were bright and shiny "And we'll do it together," she said smiling. "Because it's the right thing to do."
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Dec 11, 2020 07:22
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Carrick listened at length, then nodded. "Thank you. I now know not to stay my hand, nor be too focused on preserving them for long term exploitation. Conversion, death or exile in order of preference, with no cohabitation tolerated."
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Dec 11, 2020 07:33
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Cobb Memory: Cobbling HP: 3/5 -> 5/5 Equipment: Leather Armour (+5 to combat strategm rolls), Hyper Leaf (1 use, +75 for 1 turn, -50 for 2 turns after), Shooty Thing (Use upon death to avoid death/lethal damage), Knight's Sword (+1) Satiation: 25 -> 10 -> 13 His head groggy, Cobb stumbled back to H'olm, to a meal of healberries and some well-earned rest. Taking 3 Heal berries, eating two. Next, to the workshop, his satiation pouch overflowing, to upgrade his materials. Spending 10 satiation to upgrade armour. And I think 5 satiation to upgrade my sword? Cobb spent the rest of his time in quiet contemplation, saving his energies for the fights ahead. Votes: 1: No bodies taken. 2: Dwarves next.
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This post is broken up into sections, you can skip everyone who isn’t you, just CTRL+F Everyone, to see things that are for everyone, and CTRL+F your username, and you’ll find the sections that speak specifically to you. This post is about 3.0 – 3.7k words depending on how you count them, so I wanted to make it easier to find what’s relevant Of course if you like my writing you can always read all of it. Everyone posted:#39 and Mother Magdalene went over the plans for H’olm, the Taskmaster had many ideas and quickly whipped the cobbolds into shape, it helped Mother Magdalene to have someone else in charge of things. She looked at Ceres and Neat, “Make sure he has everything he needs,” she said. Neat scoffed, “I don’t work for you, technically I don’t work for anyone.” She was sitting on a low hanging branch upside down, her hands behind her head relaxing. “Neat is still pretty much a brat” Ceres said, kicking her legs off the tree, sending Neat plummeting to the forest floor with a loud whoompf. “I don’t remember when you both stopped taking orders from me.” Magdalene said. “When you told the cobbolds to leave the body, I thought you were just going to be a guiding hand.” Ceres said haughtily. “It was a suggestion, one that they’re not even obeying” Mother Magdalene said, looking at Bluco, Blek, and Whistler dragging away their stolen trinkets. “Imbeciles.” she muttered as she walked toward the group. TaskMaster posted:[Taskmastering][Faceless:040][Upgrade:Hospital] The faceless were busy, under the tutelage of #39, and the demons. They quickly upgraded the Hospital, learning from #39’s self mutilation, they had made an item that spun satiation until it turned into a liquid, and then could be injected straight into the cobbolds directly. Surgery would no longer be necessary, with enough satiation, and a skilled enough doctor, any cobbold could be as good as brand new (as long as they had access to H’olm of course.) On top of that, they had expanded H’olm with a new Abattoir, where meat could be stored. Now the humans or… Others they captured they could churn directly into memories and satiation, not to mention having corpses that they could use. Slaan posted:Lux Animus posted:Mother Magdalene looked very cross. There was an angry Elf who had followed them back to camp. She groaned loudly, and looked at the group. She made a hissing sound like a balloon that had a leak. “Bluco and Blek, come here this instant.” The Cobbold’s felt something grip them, and they couldn’t control themselves. +10 satiation if you want to roleplay how you are / react to being compelled. The Cobbolds marched over, and Mother Magdalene started to lay into them, “Where the hell is Yip? Not here? Fine. This nice Elf man says that he saw you grab his wife’s body from the corpse pile. I Explicitly told you not to do this. Now, I’m not your master, you are smart people you should make your own choices. That being said, I’m extremely annoyed that you disobeyed me. You’re putting everything at risk for what? A snack!? Give this man his remains back now!” The Elf looked at Mother Magdalene, “So… Can I please have the remains of my loved ones.” He was barely containing his anger. Mother Magdalene touched their ley lines, and when she did so there was a deep burning. It was painful, and the cobbolds felt like their actual soul was on fire. The burning was so intense. Bluco Sneakin' a snack: 1d100+30 90 vs Bluco Body Recovery: 1d100+30 111 Blek https://orokos.com/roll/863413Sneak a corpse, using Banditry on the Plains: 1d100+30+10+10 62 vs Blek Body Recovery: 1d100+30 114 Bluco and Blek take 1 wou--- Ceres showed up, and slapped Mother Magdalene's arm away, the burning instantly ceasing “What the hell do you think you’re doing?!” He was angry, angrier than anyone had seen him before. His bright pink hair turning into a blazing inferno. The elf looked confused, and threw the bodies back onto his cart. “I’m sorry?! Did you just put your hands on me Ceres?” Mother Magdalene looked just as angry, and lightning crackled around her hands, “When we are so close. We are on the precipice boy, think carefully about your next move.” “These creatures summoned me to serve them. And I accepted that at your behest, but that does not mean you own me.” Ceres said through gritted teeth. “The ones who ‘owned’ you are all faceless or dead.” Mother Magdalene hissed at him. “Wrong again.” Ceres said, “And even so, my contract is clear, I’m to protect these creatures, and if that means from you, then so be it. I can not believe you have become so callous.” He was burning all over now. Neat rushed over and stood behind Ceres, bringing herself up to her full size. “And even if he didn’t, the only person I owe allegiance to is still here, and I wouldn’t let you do this either.” Magdalene was quick, she put her hand on Ceres’ neck and squeezed hard, blue lightning arced over his body. “I may not have the power to take on every human on earth on my own, but you are not nearly old nor powerful enough to stop me.” Ceres simply laughed, though it was pained and through ragged breath, “I knew the real you would come out… Ack… Sooner or later.” She looked at the cobbolds, and growled, she dropped Ceres. “Do not bother me until we get to the Dwarven Mountains. You have moments of grumpiness at my age.” She tried to smile but it didn’t really work, she pushed her way back to her cottage. Yip Sneak a Corpse: 1d100+30 56 vsYip Body Recovery: 1d100+30 128 Ceres turned to the cobbolds, “Are you ok?” He inspected each of them, “No lasting harm then. I am not going to make excuses for her behavior, but don’t forget what she’s capable of.” Dog Kisser posted:Whistler had managed to sneak away before anyone else had seen, she was already in the workshop elbow deep in Satiation and creation. It was peaceful, a cobbold crafting is a cobbold at home in their natural element. It might be hard for one to get started, but once they start there was a rush. The smell of melting metal, the numbness in the fingers from pressing it together and stretching it, and the light snack of Elvish meat Whistler https://orokos.com/roll/863789Sneak A Corpse: 1d100+30 106 - [Magic Memory, Metal Armor] vs Whistler Sneaking a corpse: 1d100+30 91   .Cloud Potato posted:With her was Cobb, who was working on his leather armor, inscribing ley lines into it, and pouring satiation into his blade to make it lighter, stronger, and more capable. He ran his finger down the middle of the blade, a channel to make it easier to pull it out of people, and a place for blood to pool down. He used his awl, and carved a piece of satiation to the size of a ruby, and laid it in the handle. The thing gleamed in the light, wicked and befitting it’s purpose.  Slaan posted:Bluco had made their way into the forest with his goats. Together they combed the forest floor for good food and grazing. It was easy work for Bluco, and they were ecstatic to spend time with their goats. Together, they explored the lands around H’olm. There wasn’t much there to find, a few odd mushrooms that tasted well. A tree that seemed to follow them everywhere they went, and the gentle calling of birds. Bluco was ecstatic, he had found lemons growing in the forest. There was a moment of concern, did Lemons normally grow in coniferous forests? Who knows, but it did in a magic one. He knew what the goats were good for, and spent a great deal of time milking them all, and heating the milk with lemon juice and then strained it and stuck it in the Abattoir which was incredibly cold, a chiller that makes it solid. The Cobbolds would be feasting on Goat Cheese tonight. Bluco Foraging: 1d100+10 76 Goat Milk Feast everyone gains 5 satiation Lux Animus posted:Blek was not one to give up, and followed the Elf who had taken her meat. She creeped on him, alighting herself through the trees with deft ease. She creeped on him, she was close enough to smell him, ocean, brine, and fish. The cart he was carrying smelled like fresh meat, and it was easy for Blek to follow. The elf stopped for a minute, and walked away from the cart. A trap? No, he’s busying himself with other concerns. She gently crawled down from the tree and approached it. She pulled out her blade, and cut off a small Top Round steak for herself. The meat was tender, and well seasoned, she fled with her meal when she heard the Elf returning. Blek had found meats Blek https://orokos.com/roll/863415Forage with Blind Luck and Hyper Leaf: 1d100+10+10+75+19 125 Blek got a memory Her first hatching. Her First Hatchling posted:I’m so excited, we had waited so long for a baby, and now she was ours. Oh my gosh, shes so cute, she looks just like her father. Look at how she glows, how amazing. I’ve never been in so much love, she has that new baby smell, I could just squeeze her until she pops. Someday she’ll get to see her homelands. That would be amazing, what a sweet creature. AJ_Impy posted:As Carrick started to scout towards the Dwarves, he had found something disconcerting, someone or something had taken out an encampment of Elves. He found their corpses laid out in the sun. He could see teeth marks all over it, but whatever had eaten it was large, much larger than any bear or other creature Carrick had found in the forest. He tried to see what killed the Elves, and snapped off a couple of fingers to snack on. The first Elf had strong memories of summoning the Ocean, and using Ocean magic. Did every Elf have Ocean Magic Carrick might have asked himself, if he were the curious sort. He moved over to the next body. This one was melted from the bottom up to the chest, and much of the man’s bones had turned into pockmarked chunks in a pile of purple greenish goo. Carrick Audacity, hyperleaf, foraging: 1d100+111 116 Carrick got a magic memory: Carrick got a memory Tracked by the Beast Tracker by the Beast posted:Alright, this thing has attacked the barriers multiple times, ontop of that we’ve lost a few scouts, and I’m pretty sure this thing is at fault. It’s about as tall as half of the oldest tree you see in this valley, about 6 meters tall. It has large teeth, carnivorous, and claws like scythes, long arms that reach down to the ground, it runs on all fours. It has a sac on it’s gullet that is filled with some viscous acid, I’ve seen the rem- Wait what was that? QUICK, GRAB YOUR GU- AAAAAAAH! Swedish Thaumocracy posted:Yip somehow intrinsically knew where to find the Dwarves, no-one had told him where to go, but he found his way nonetheless. He crawled over the trees that grew up the side of the mountain, He was so comfortable in his Silverfish suit, it snuggled him as he moved, the weight of it keep Yip safe and calm, the scythes of it gently bending with the movement of small pulleys inside. He crept up to the entrance of the Dwarf home. It was carved into the side of the mountain, and there was a loud thumping coming from the inside. It was rhythmic, he crawled inside the opening, and the home of the dwarves was so bright, but it didn’t hurt his eyes. The whole mountain home had been covered in Red Lights, and there was a loud upbeat tempo to the place. Music seemed to crawl into Yip’s ears https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OBQE_TNI7zw The dwarves themselves wore shiny metal suits, and were covered head to toe in metal. The dwarves home itself was a giant cone, with a live band at the center that sent music upwards. Every dwarf marched and worked to the beat of the music. There were two lines each 5 or 6 dwarves thick, they moved without marching, the floor itself carried them downwards and upward, moving walkways.  Yip explored deeper in still. He moved along the walls, though he wasn’t as hidden in the dim red light as he was in the night’s forest. Not every dwarf was covered head to toe in metal, many of them wore sharp suits and dresses. Some smoked cigars as they waited on their metal walkway, others had seats that folded up that they sat on while the ground slid them to where they went.  The walls had runic writings and arrows that pointed out shops, homes, and markets, it led all the way to the bottom where the band played. Yip crawled his way deeper, the deeper he went the narrower the pathways got, and the less crowded. Something was wrong, and Yip fled back to the higher levels. He realized he was being followed, he fled into a room, where Ceres and Neat were, they were giggling over containers, and were writing down the names on the jugs. Suddenly, Yip felt hot, flames leapt out towards him, the metal dwarves had caught up to him, and sprayed him down with fire. Yip screamed and tried to flee as fast as he could. He let out a scream and scurried, the Dwarves followed him, spraying flames that licked up the side of the stone walkways. Yip turned and fired at them, sending them scrambling. He scurried away to lick his wounds. Shooty Thing Used! Yip https://orokos.com/roll/863765Yip Scouts The Dwarves Forever: 3#1d100+5+6 102 13 23 Yip found an Epic Stratagem. Diplomacy: Music ____________________________________________________ Everyone posted:#39 looked at Ceres and Neat, who were still a bit shaken from their… Experience, with Mother Magdalene, “I hate that old witch.” Ceres said when the three were alone. “She always does this, she is her own worst enemy.” Neat shrugged, “Her methods work, and I don’t think anything can really stop the Cobbolds at this point.” #39 was in the middle of hacking at his own limbs, trying to tie himself back together, the other two looked at him and shrugged, Ceres pointed at #39 “Oh yes, clearly an unstoppable force to be sure. Give me that” He snatched the scalpel out of #39’s hand and started to stitch him up, “All of you are so helpless.” #39 had Ceres and Neat fly to as close to the Dwarves they could get and scout the place out. Neat curtsied with an exaggerated expression on her face, while Ceres merely nodded, and the two took the forms of Ravens and took off. Getting to Dwarf Home was it’s own hurdle. The place was hidden deep in the mountains, the gate to it was purposefully built so that Humans missed it, and what’s worse, the Dwarves had magics that allowed them to shape stone, metals, and jewels the same way Cobbolds could work, well everything. They eventually found a crack that was actually a door. They shifted again, this time into shadows and slipped into the fortress. They slinked around and read the runes, Ceres was writing notes of various rooms, it wasn’t hard to navigate as there were only really 2 directions to go down the spiraling platforms, up or down. They had found all sorts of rooms, one that was filled with armor, mechanical hands and arms helping the dwarves put on their suits of armor. Another room that seemed to be a weapon shop of some sort. Large machines with jagged teeth, and compact rifles hung on the walls while Dwarves talked to each other. They eventually found something useful, they had found an Alchemists shop, and found that the Dwarves had a pneumatic system giant tubes, nearly as large as a small cart. They would fill a capsule with crates and then press a series of tubes on the wall that sent it flying through the base, in the back walls that were hidden. Ceres and Neat smelled sulphur, and slipped into the crate to see where it went. They were back at the top of the mountain, in a warehouse of some sort. Neat nudged Ceres in the ribs, “Look, explosives.” Ceres had a wicked grin, “They’ll love this, quick write down the name of everything, you know he’s going to ask what’s available.” They were giggling and writing, when suddenly Yip broke in. They turned to see him, and instinctively turned to shadows, mere moments later metal clad dwarves with giant tanks on their back, and tubes running down their arms were throwing fire towards Yip. Ceres and Neat followed silently, as Yip caught fire, the flames causing great big blisters to form on his outer skin. If Cobbold weren't made of sterner stuff, he’d have died already. Ceres and Neat grabbed his body and rushed it back to H’olm, Yip was terrified, but seemed to largely be uninjured. Ceres breathed a sigh of relief, while he found the little Cobbold odd, it was one of the few that had survived since the beginning, and he realized, he had grown quite fond to the little creature. After this next fight, he would strive to do more for the little Cobbold, more than just making a magic wand. [Taskmastering][Faceless:014][Ritual:Demonic Scouting]: 14d100 802 vs [Taskmastering][Faceless:014][Ritual:Demonic Scouting][Difficulty10]: 10d100 369 Demonic Ritual had found Epic Stratagem Terrorism: Explosives _______________________________________________________________ Everyone posted:The cobbolds, The Orcs, and Mother Magdalene marched to where Yip and the demons had found it. The Orcs led the way into the mountains, they were not far from H’olm, it was only an hour or two walk before they were on the mountainside. The Orcs walked to the crack in the wall, and called out. “This is P’Ark, of the Glass, Twenty Fifth of his line, and Twelfth of his name. We have done as you ask, and the flooding of Ironstrike will be no more. We have matter to discuss with the 12 tsars. We come with diplomats, and a small standing army of 100 that had stood with us when we over took the Elven Village.” There was silence, and everyone stood on edge on the Mountain side, when there was a loud scratchy voice, that cut on “Hail P’Ark of the Glass, join in be merry, and partake of our delights. The Tsars will be toasting to you!” The crack in the wall fell away, and soon there was a great door there, and it slid open silently, the masonry falling into the ground to reveal the inner cones of the Mountain Home. The cobbold’s slipped in under the watchful eyes of the armored Dwarves. They stayed close to Mother Magdalene, and slipped their way into the Dwarfs Home. P’Ark was clearly nervous, and his troop walked with confidence, their heads held high. Mother Magdalene leaned into the group of faceless that were left, “They have to convey strength, any sign of weakness and this whole thing goes up in flames. Possibly literally.” It took nearly two hours for the walkways to get the 100 cobbolds, to the bottom where the Tsars dining room was. The whole time the group was flanked with multiple contingents of Dwarves that kept the Cobbold’s separated from the general population, but that didn’t stop the dwarves from gawking from levels above, or those riding the other way. They walked confidently into the dining room, as the band played music. They entered the great dining hall, where 6 tables, each with 10 place settings on each side, and a much larger table at the back of the hall, where 12 Dwarves, P’Ark, and Mother Magdalene sat. They started to converse, though what about was hard to say. Liv sneaked over to the Cobbolds, “You need to be ready for anything,” she said quietly, “We might have to go loud and fight our way out of here. Or we might need to make friends, so what I want you to do is prepare yourself for anything. Whichever way the wind blows, we’ll need to get the Tsars on our side… Or we’ll need to win by making them believe we’re a bigger threat then the humans are.” Everyone, Healing and Global Rewards posted:Goat Milk Feast everyone gains 5 satiation Stratagems: Prioritize Diplomacy or Terrorism, and then pick one from each option (Or Write-in your own!) Diplomacy: Blind Difficulty will add up to 94d100+250 split based on what you choose, DA.) Tell the Tsars stories of fighting with the Humans DB.) Tell the Tsars stories of fighting with the Elves DC.) Tell the Tsars stories of Cobbold Greatness (Make something up.) >>EPIC STRATAGEM DD.) Pick any song, perform it for the Tsars DE.) Do something, anything that’s diplomatic. Terrorism: Blind Difficulty, will add up to 94d100+250 split based on what you choose TA.) Sneak out and kidnap some Dwarves for the Shifting Room, hold them ransom TB.) Barricade the doors and assassinate one of theTsars to make an example TC.) Make a show of force, show the Dwarves that their metal men can not protect them. >>EPIC STRATAGEM DD.) Find the explosives with the directions Neat and Ceres gave you, and plant them around Dwarf Home TE.) I hear you guys are good at doing war crimes, nows your chance to go wild. Boba Pearl fucked around with this message at 13:31 on Dec 17, 2020 |
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This is just a bump to see if anyone besides Swedish Thaumocrates and Lux Animus are interested in Playing, hit me up in DK's discord if you need me to do something for your turn.
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Cobb Memory: Cobbling HP: 5/5 Equipment: Leather Armour (+5), Hyper Leaf (1 use, +75 for 1 turn, -50 for 2 turns after), Shooty Thing (Use upon death to avoid death/lethal damage), Knight's Sword (+5) Satiation: 13 -> 18 -> 19 Cobb woke with a start. He was late! Making sure he had his newly-upgraded armour and sword, he rushed along the mountain path, hoping to catch up with the rest of the Cobbolds. He got there just as the Mountain Door was closing, and fell in line with the slower of the faceless as the troop made their journey down to the dining hall. As his eyes adjusted to the dim light the dwarves favoured, Cobb noticed the stares the dwarf civilians were giving him. Not the most pleasant of welcomes, but he was grateful for a welcome nonetheless. The whisper went around that the hosts were fond of music, so during a lull in the conversation, Cobb swapped out his combat/marching boots for a thin pair of especially-made dancing shoes, and gave the few dwarves watching an impromptu rhythmic tap-dance. Prioritise Diplomancy. DD: Tap-dancing to impress the dwarves, using Cobbling: 1d100+19+5+5 126 If we have to pick a terrorism, TB.
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People say it's dead so I'm writing an epilogue. Let me know what you want in it.
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Rip. From here, "#39" would've accumulated contacts/resources, got a pair of surgeons gloves* from the underworld, and set to work on replacing their laylines with "better" ones. *(guided by the devils whos hands they were made from naturally) Eventually, "#39" would've used the new lines to manifest from their host, gaining physical form and releasing #39 from possession. Freed, the entity would've stuck with the cobbolds for a time out of gratitude before heading off to start an empire or whatever else false cobbold gods get up to. Meanwhile the real #39 would've tried to get their bearings now that their mind was their own again, resisting the urge to go back to hitting things with a bedpost. Both during and after possession, there would've been a push for more industrial projects; such as finally building a gluttony engine (essentially a satiation fueled engine) to power grander constructs; such as updating the rails with a full on train or maintaining a stable portal to the underworld. So for #39's part, reflecting on the past and taking council on the distant, but very real issue of the nascent false-gods ascendancy to prominence with Neat, Ceres, and whoever else would fit the scene.
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