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  HP: 3 Glory:4->5 Biggo was only half listening to the plans as they were being laid out, he was too focused trying to find some coal to attempt to punch into diamonds. Which is why when the recruitment option was brought up, what Biggo heard was something more along the lines of: “... show of force... direct aggression... sway some of them onto our side... Fostis is a loyal subject of Frö... people... with the status quo.” He interpreted this as that he had to convince the most loyal members of Fostis onto their side by projecting great force. Luckily, projecting great force was Biggo's primary talent! He sized up a likely target, one of the bigger miners (though not nearly as big as himself, Biggo, of course.) and challenged him to a round of freestyle armwrestling, one of the most popular past-times amongst physically strong Toans and Froans alike. It's similar in a lot of ways to regular armwrestling, except you can use your other arm to punch the other player. This is actually a lot trickier than it looks and has a lot of strategy involved. Sort of. Freestyle Armwrestling:: 1d100+5= 100! And Biggo was in rare form this day, dedicated as he was to the cause. He had never been much of a diplomat, usually preferring to speak with his fists, but he had never considered the possibility of diplomacy through punching! A new avenue seemed to open itself in front of him much in the same way as a way was open between the front teeth of the miner he had picked a fight with. Biggo... Was happy. And had completely forgotten about the coal.
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  Name: Shiny HP: 3 Glory: 0 -> 1 Skill: Stealin' Stuff You know what would be good? If the other side had less soldiers and our side had more. Which means Shiny is going to (it's the same thing, right? "You should join us, we're better" is sort of like swiping someone's shiny things only one you do with your words and another you do with your hands. Because shiny things don't usually respond to words.) Steal/Recruit Soldiers: 1d100+10 53
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Blasphemaster posted:Name: CORNBREAD ^^^ Hey - since you can't join the Avalanche-starting crew (that team's already full), what do you want your action to count as: A) Scout The Foothills B) Just Get Rowdy And Break Stuff C) Something Else ??? Also, Blasphemaster, I hate to be a stickler like this but you've posted a total of 6 times in the thread thus far, so even with the extra Glory points that've been handed out sporadically I'm not quite sure how you could have 8 Glory points by now... E: I just did the math. if you've participated in every round since this game started, you should have earned 7 Glory points total by the end of this round. Thus far, the rounds have been: 1.[Unmanned Gate] -> 2.[Stick Ogres] -> 3.[Downtime 1 ] + [ Caravan attack teams] -> 4.[Caravan/Loot] -> 5.[Downtime 2 & Fostis vote] -> 6.[Fostis attack teams]. Cornbread has been there since the start, so he should have 6 glory at the end of this turn. Please do correct me if I've made a mistake somewhere. ((Edited to reflect the number is actually 7, not 6 )) Lux Anima fucked around with this message at 03:29 on Oct 6, 2017 |
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Prince of Space posted:Cornbread has been there since the start, so he should have 6 glory at the end of this turn. Please do correct me if I've made a mistake somewhere. There was a round where the top 6 rollers got an extra +1 Glory, Bamboo being one of them. DK also granted someone an extra +1 Glory due to a story post.
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CourValant posted:There was a round where the top 6 rollers got an extra +1 Glory, Bamboo being one of them. Those are all well and good. I tried to keep those in mind when I was doing the tallying: Noggins (who got a bonus Glory when she won her sword) has saved up 7 Glory right now. Qwäg, (who got a bonus 2 glory for their artwork) holds 4 Glory and spent 4 on Rituals. Gawp, (who got a bonus 2 glory for their artwork) holds 6 Glory and missed the first 2 rounds. I guess what I'm getting at is that no one has 8 Glory - not yet!
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Prince of Space posted:I guess what I'm getting at is that no one has 8 Glory - not yet! Sounds good. As a check, is my (Bamboo's) Glory correct? Currently at 6, going in to 7 next round.
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CourValant posted:Sounds good. Looks correct to me! I should have used your character as a metric - Bamboo's Glory-accounting is rather meticulous!
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Prince of Space posted:Looks correct to me! I should have used your character as a metric - Bamboo's Glory-accounting is rather meticulous! Awww shucks, thanks!  Being meticulous with numbers and accounting is kinda what I do. 
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 Name: Hob HP: 3 Glory: 5>6 Skill: bee keeping Sneaking in? That sounds like the most exciting adventure. Hob scrabbles about, constructing a disguise to... Oh rats, they've left already. What else to do... Climb! Higher! And higher! Scout up higher: 1d100+5 60 Scrabbling as fast and as high as he can, Hob joins the others, ready for a rear attack
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  Name: Stårn Additional skills: Butterfly Beastmaster HP: 3 Glory: 6->7 Wow! Butterflies sure were amazing! Not as amazing as the noble catapult of course, but they were pretty cool. So cool that Stårn was just itching to show off his new aptitudes. Maybe on the recruitment mission? Surely the locals would be so impressed by his AMAZING butterfly collection that they would immediately swap sides just to be able to be near such greatness. Alas, due to only having picked up this hobby literal moments ago, the AMAZING butterfly collection of Stårn was still in fact but extremely average. Recruit by awing with sweet buttefly collection: 1d100+16=50
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Here are the current team sizes for approaching Fostis:
This info accounts only for the 28/99 hordemembers who posted before this. Reminder: assume the horde's mooks will join your bandwagon if there's room. Lux Anima fucked around with this message at 12:48 on Oct 3, 2017 |
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 Name: Gigs Skill: Unflappability HP: 3 Glory: 5 Strategy: Recruit Them Employing the thin veneer of detachment afforded him by his face, Gigs approaches Splut's recruitment efforts under the guise of an impartial third-party, arguing in favor of the Toan cause with a certain cold, dispassionate logic (1d100+15 = 52).
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 Sucy HP: 3 Glory: 5 Skill: Mushrooms Sucy decided that she'd help out the recruitment efforts: 1d100+5: 77
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 Name: Gloff Skills:Lifting (using now), Swimming HP: 3 Glory: 3 Gloff wonders how to help with any of these plans for a while, then gives up. He walks up to Bully, bends over, grabs the box he's standing on and lifts it over his head. Now everyone can hear the fancy man's fancy words! Helping spread the word: 1d100+13=111
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  Name: Dummy HP: 3 Glory: 1 Skill: Charge! Dummy charges directly into the town square! Since no one seems to be trying to kill him at the moment and he's not sure if these are dastardly enemies or just not-yet-friends looking at him confusedly, this ends up being a very enthusiastic Walk into Town Walk into Town: 1d100 16
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 Name: Agile HP: 3 Glory: 6 Skill: Acrobatics Here it was, the moment of truth, time to show that she really could hack it away from the circus and carve out her own destiny. It was time to scout the foothills: 1d100+6 19. ((I think orokos just plain hates this character.  ))
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 Name: Patsy Skill: Baking HP: 3 Glory: 6 Patsy thought about blending in with the townsfolk, but decided that he just didn't want to get that close to people who would want to hurt him, at least not without enough of the horde to feel safe. So instead he volunteered to scout up high. He wasn't really a coward, he just was a lot more afraid of angry people than angry nature. You know where you stand with nature and it won't hurt you just because it feels like it. Scouting 1d100+6 19 (ok maybe nature does just feel like hurting Patsy, the poor guy)
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Gawp, Hat, Patsy, Pythag, Mason, Hob, and Flitter are.... Team Cliffhanger~! 
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Prince of Space posted:Gawp, Hat, Patsy, Pythag, Mason, Hob, and Flitter are....  dang the fanart is bonkers in this here threadpity all of them are gonna die in a few hours when I update Dog Kisser fucked around with this message at 17:47 on Oct 4, 2017 |
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Prince of Space posted:Gawp, Hat, Patsy, Pythag, Mason, Hob, and Flitter are.... 
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Prince of Space posted:Gawp, Hat, Patsy, Pythag, Mason, Hob, and Flitter are....
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Prince of Space posted:Team Cliffhanger~! Wow; nice art dude.  Can't wait for the picture when we inevitably get to the Horde Blood Orgy scene. Dog Kisser posted:pity all of them are gonna die in a few hours when I update Hmmm.
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Prince of Space posted:Gawp, Hat, Patsy, Pythag, Mason, Hob, and Flitter are.... holy poo poo! Patsy is getting famous! Dog Kisser posted:
At least he will die the way he lived... falling screaming off a cliff wait no... Mithross fucked around with this message at 19:22 on Oct 4, 2017 |
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If you're not screaming from the fall off a cliff you're not really living.
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 Grimper considered the ‘plan’ from a vantage point occluded from the town’s view by a copse of scrub trees. Magda was even further off with the wagons, positioned to make a getaway should they need it. His men had presented a variety of plans, most of which were terrible, before settling on their final one, which was worse than all the rest. He consulted the list and frowned. They’d gotten lucky last time, but this spread the Horde so thin. He hoped wryly that their attempts at recruitment worked, because he did not have high hopes that the Unexpectables would come out of this unscathed.
--- A group of travellers or nomads entered the town, talking loudly and alternately begging for food or for work. As it clearly wasn’t a rare occurence, the workers mostly ignored them, apart from a few drunkards who threw bottles and jeered at them. After things settled down a bit, the group sat down on the patio of a sympathetic bar and drank away their sorrows. One of them, a ruddy-skinned Fröman, sidled up next to an unfamiliar Töan who he’d met on the road. He offered her a drink, which she examined critically before taking a note in a booklet she’d secreted beneath her robe.
--- Earlier that day, a score of Horde soldiers had made their way into the mountains surrounding Fostis. Though their individual climbing skill varied, between the group of them they had been able to scale the cliffs with relative ease, though each step threatened to send them cascading down. From up here, the real shape of the town was apparent - what appeared to be upper tunnels into the mine from the base looked to be some manner of storeroom, hidden from light and moisture and sealed tight. Pythag the Mathematician thought he could calculate the optimal route there, reducing the danger to them all…
( Further up, the high scouts watched helplessly as their comrades tumble down the mountainface. Fortunately, they’d tied themselves off seperately, knowing they’d be heading higher at any rate. With sighs of relief (some out of empathy, most out of pragmatism) they kept scaling higher. As they approached the storerooms the others had spotted, it became clear that they weren’t storing buckets and rags in there. Bright, angry notices flashed out from every surface, as well as fervent pleas to avoid the use of fire. Jackpot.
--- Over the course of the day, even more of the Unexpectable Horde filtered into town. They listened and they watched, they played their parts, and they looked for cracks. For disatisfied people, for bored people, for angry people. They could always be found and exploited, and the Unexpectables needed soldiers.
However, the trickling of the Horde into the town grew a trifle suspicious. The first inklings of a problem came with Snödis the Poet strode out of the wilderness and sat in town, stubbornly refusing all attempts to converse with her. This alone wouldn’t have been unusual, but she was among many strange new visitors to their town this day… normally they didn’t simply stick around, either, they’d ask for work, or they’d buy what they needed and moved on.
It got even worse when a few of the newcomers got a little rowdy and started breaking things. Pots, struts, even loose particles of blasting putty that had escaped the notice of the workers. They caused such a commotion that a group of off-duty miners charged them with fists and bricks.
(Spleen, Tharbad, and 1 Mook take 1 Damage!) --- High in the mountains, off on his own, Gado the Digger spotted a ruckus in town. It looked as though those fools had gotten themselves into a pile of trouble. He would need to bail them out - again. He shook his head and chuckled as he prepared his masterpiece, a swarm of stone and earth that would demolish buildings and cause a massive distraction - enough for the Unexpectables to turn the tide! He drew out his trusty Mole and whispered into its tiny ears as it swatted at him furiously with its sharp spade claws, then released it, ushering in a wave of destroying earth!
--- Graxon the Bonegineer slipped away from the scene of the crime, keeping his face studiously neutral. Bonitis was the perfect cover, and surely not an entirely unforseen eventuality in this place. With strange inclusions in the groundwater and years of backbreaking labour, was it any surprise that the great tension on weakened bones would prove to be too much for the old fellow? Still, with the token in his pocket, he was surprised it had been so 
(Graxon is killed!) --- A thunderous clangour arose in town, pitching everyone into confusion. A three-bell alarm? What the hell was that for again? One bell was fire, two bells was a cave-in… invasion? Here? People ran to and fro, rounding up nomads and ordering them to stay put, tossing obvious vagrants into prison, and generally keeping their eyes out for trouble. “Look, out there!” On the horizon, a veritable army of figures stood, their skinny limbs terrifying against the fog in the distance. For a moment.
--- In town, everyone was so distracted they didn’t see it coming, only heard “CORNBREAD!” on the wind.
--- Grimped slapped his forehead in frustration as the morons he had been lashed to hosed everything up so completely he wasn’t sure how they’d get out of it. He really didn’t want to reveal himself if he didn’t need to - impossible dishonour should he fall in combat against the massed forces of this nothing town - but losing them all now would make his duty a fair bit more difficult. For now, he watched. He signalled Magda just in case; they may have to pull out of here quicker than he thought. (Alright, that could have gone better - but it wasn’t a COMPLETE loss! Your forces are split up currently, and you hold some cards in your hands yet. Your recruitment was successful, giving you 10 extra Mooks to work with in town. They’ll be getting art custom art ASAP, but for now we’ll leave them faceless. Here’s your next set of options, and bear in mind that they’re split up based on your current location - you can only pick stuff from within an appropriate location, and assume you only KNOW about stuff that happened nearby, too. People up above have a better idea of what’s going on down below, but not total knowledge. Mountainside [22 Soldiers]
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 Name: Bamboo HP: 3 Glory: 7 -> 7 + 1 (Action Glory) Skill: Basket Weaving [On Cool-Down -> Available] Suggestion (In Town): Bamboo cringed as the warning bells rang. Of course. Here she was, trying to blend in, and as usual, it all goes to ‘Pot’; only now she was in the town as it was rallying to defend itself. Still, it could have been worst, at least the Horde was able to find some new recruits. There’s nothing more for it, she supposed. They lost their surprise, time to rally those she could and storm the mayor’s office. There has to be baskets in there. Come. With. Me! KILL. THE. MAYOR!!! ***** Edit ***** Are we making suggestions or actually rolling actions this round? If we're actually rolling, I'll edit in a roll once DK confirms. ***** Edit 2 ***** Action: Kill. The. Mayor!: 1d100+7 102 [1d100=95] 
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Name: Shiny HP: 3 Glory: 1 -> 2 Skill: Stealin' Stuff Okay. Okay, Shiny has a plan. ...no, no, hear me out for a sec. The thing about Angry Mobs, in Shiny's experience, is that it is always better to be part of one than to be surrounded by one. So as she sees the townspeople start to surround them, she's immediately looking for Something To Distract Them. And look! There's a bunch of soldiers running outside of town towards stick ogres! So she points in that direction, and bellows, "HEY! LET'S GET 'EM!" and starts running off like she's joining the soldiers to go kill stick ogres. Directing Mob Violence: 1d100+1 54 If it works and the mob runs off too, then it's a simple matter of running slower than the rest of the mob, waiting until the mob is in front, and then making with the stabbing while they're paying attention to things that aren't her. Simple!
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   Noggins Skill: Carpentry HP: 3 Glory: 7->8 Noggins stepped back to admire her team's handiwork. Not bad, if she said so herself. Some of the back ranks were a bit sloppy, but they'd build a veritable forest of stick ogres, their ranks just disorganized enough to look natural. Yes, surely Grimper would recognize her cunning after the enemy was fooled into-- "Hey, They're just stick ogres! Get them!" Noggins froze. They'd seen through it already? How! They should've been too distracted by an avalanche, an assassination, and general poo poo-stirring to give her army a close look! Had everyone else just wandered off into the hills? Her mind raced for options. There wasn't any cover to escape to--she'd chosen a big empty space to make the army as visibly imposing as possible. And charging that rabble head-on was suicide... "Hide in the stick ogres!" Noggins hissed under her breath to her compatriots. "They won't be able to group up in there, and with the fog, they'll have trouble picking us out of the group!". Her hand went to the sword that Grimper gave her, feeling its comfortable weight in her grip. "And when their back is turned... well, you all know what to do with Fromen. Kill 'em dead!" Ambush In The Stick Ogre Jungle: 1d100+8 74 The Lord of Hats fucked around with this message at 21:49 on Oct 5, 2017 |
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  Skill: Sleuthing [used] HP: 3 Glory: 2 ---> 3 "Hum... looks like they're catching on," whispered Humbug to his compatriots as they huddled in for a quick conference. Shiny's idea of directing the mob OUT of the town wasn't half bad - Humbug even felt it could be improved on. As someone who had been at the other end of a mob once or twice in his days, he knew well that to avoid its wrath you could either be IN the mob, BEHIND the mob or you could be the loudest VOICE of the mob. After a quick word to his comrades, the Sleuth walked up to and tapped a lonely pick-axe wielding Fröman on his shoulder. When the burly fellow turned, Humbug punched him in the midriff and followed up with a knee to the nose. As the scuffle started attracting attention, Humbug cried out; "I caught me another intruder! This lot's dressed like miners, thinkin' they're so clever! Let's rough 'em all up and get 'em to jail, sort 'em out there!" he shouted to anyone who'd listen, while he wrestled the Fröman into a classic 'I got you now perp' hold and slammed his face into the dirt to keep him from defending himself (or being recognized). If enough townsfolk could be confused into violence at their own defenders inside town or, as Shiny suggested, be directed out into (largely empty) fields OUTSIDE town - well, who'd have the most soldiers still left in this fairly defensible - and defenseless - town, then? With any luck, a surrender could be forced pretty easily from there. Directing Mob Violence - The ol' Reverse Inquisition: 1d100+2 52 Scribbleykins fucked around with this message at 22:43 on Oct 4, 2017 |
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 Extra Skillcore: Sitting Quietly HP: 3 Glory: 4->5 "Perfect", Snödis thought to herself as the Three Bell Alarm sounded and utter confusion enveloped the town as an avalanche utterly failed to bury everything. "That'll keep them occupied long enough for me to slip into the mine unnoticed, so I can locate the best stuff before we inevitably blow the mine up by accident. Yes, but I'd need some way to deliver it back to base camp unnoticed..." "Hey Stårn! Follow me! I have a job for you!" Search the Mine for Precious Minerals: 1d100+5 84
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Potrait: Naim: Mason Skillz: Mason Hootin' an' Hollerin' HeeP: Mason Mason Mason Glury: Masonx6 "will, eff wee cooldn't git en eny oder whey, ey reckn' ey cood yuus me thankin' applelattice te mak te lawked boom boom dor bested opun" Mason said, pointing to his head. "welp, wai den't yoo fare felks greb a huld ef me an' wee ram mai noggin' to te dor. Les gooo!". Mason barrels towards the door head first! Mason Battering Ram!: 1d100+6 14 Absolutely nothing will go wrong here, we are sure of it!
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 Gado!!! Skill: Digging [on cooldown Next Turn] HP: 3 Glory: 1>2 "Hm." Gado had been absolutely sure that was going to work, but having seen the results he's a little taken aback. In hindsight he probably would have done better if he'd had a skill core relating to animal training, but that was a thing to ponder on in safer times. Having avoided being long distances Grimped, Gado makes his way down the cliffs he'd set up on and seeks out the rest of the mountain crew. When Mason slurs out the suggestion that they should break into the explosives shed, Gado is more than enthusiastic to help. It takes a few moments, but Gado manages to dig some divots in the ground for folks to brace against before smashing Mason's head into a door, and with that he takes a grip n one of Mason's shoulders and prepares to smash down a door, it couldn't be that hard afterall, a door was basically just a tiny gate! Mason Battering Ram: Smash down that Successful Businessmanga fucked around with this message at 22:56 on Oct 4, 2017 |
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Name: Stårn Additional skills: Butterfly Beastmaster HP: 3 Glory: 7 -> 8 The CATAPULT had been ingeniously infiltrated into the very midst of the enemy, clearly the best place for such an intimidating engine of war! Soon, phase two of his plan would unfo- Swedish Thaumocracy posted:"Hey Stårn! Follow me! I have a job for you!" Oh that was way better. Going with this plan, they'd get all the Best Rocks sooner, and the sooner they had all the Best Rocks, the sooner they could use them for a sieging action. Yes! Stårn scrawled a messy 'reserved for siege use' on all the Best Rocks that Snödis hauled him and shot them straight towards their own army camp. Old Grimper would be so impressed! using SIEGE WEAPONS to help loot all the Best Rocks for our own use before they get trashed by combat (Plan: Loot & Pillage)=93
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  Name: Hat Skill: Millinery HP: 3/3 Equipment: Leather Armour (+1) Glory: 6 Climbing was not Hat's cup of tea. It was only thanks to the able assistance of Flitter and Gawp that she had managed to make the summit without causing herself a grevious injury. Still, the view was worth it; the mining town all laid out in front of them, our soldiers mingling with the crowds, the fields beyond the town boundaries, the clump of stick-ogres ahead of Grimper's position, the Fröan soldiers marching toward them with swords aloft... Only then did the sound of three alarm bells reach Hat's ears. Ah, she thought. The Jig Is Up. She was distracted from the viewpoint by a whump sound from inside. Entering the room, she saw Mason reeling from his first headbutt attempt. Trying to bash down the door with a completely unprotected head! This wouldn't do. As Gado set to work digging divots, Hat quickly located a spare mining helmet, discarded by a lazy miner due to its faulty light, slapped some spare padding inside and plonked it on Mason's head. "There you go. See if that helps," she said to the Töan battering ram. Helping Mason break down that door with a new hat!: 1d100+10+6 111 
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Name: Hob HP: 3 Glory: 6 Skill: bee keeping Standing at the top of the cliff with the other nine, looking at the fiery symbols, high up in the cold, away from the bulk of the army and the towering form of Grimper... It was scary. Hob isn't a warrior! Hob isn't a hero! Hob is a beekeeper, a dreamer! Hob is... Thinking in third person. just like the knights from their childhood stories. Drawing his stick rapier and plunging it into the cool soil, Hob strikes a pose. Looking at Gawp, Hat, Patsy, Pythag, Mason, and Flitter, and gesturing towards the shed, Hob forces a laugh. "Ha! Here we are poised to strike! Fiery treasures an arm away! . We just need to coordinate a plan A hut all the way out here, you wouldn't want to forget your key, maybe one is hidden nearby, we could look. Of course breaking in is an option, but we don't want an explosion. And perhaps we should think about transporting the explosives safely on a sled? And then to the town! To threaten the town with explosives, or actually blow up a strategic target (???)" Hob's eye and voice changes, pleading, seeking approval. "What do yous think?"
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 Name: Gryph HP: 3 Glory: 4 Skill: Bandaging/Medicine (on cooldown) Gryph added his voice to the general confusion. 'Get them ogres!' he cried, trying to stir more of the Fromen into leaving the town and abandoning their position. Convincing townsfolk to attack the hated enemy!: 1d100+4 100
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 Name: Portha Skills: Rummaging, Cleaning HP: 3 Glory: 6 Well, things went bad fast. Thinking quickly, Portha beckoned to the Unexpecteds near her and shouted an order to regroup with the rest of the stranded Horde members, taking advantage of the confusion other Horde members were apparently causing. Regroup with the rest of the Horde in town, fighting off any guards or angry townsfolk still hanging around 1d100+6=76
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soo... that locked door is pretty much open. if you are one of the scouts, the explosives are ours!
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HiHo ChiRho posted:soo... that locked door is pretty much open. if you are one of the scouts, the explosives are ours! Somewhere in town, Spleen curses all the gods.
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