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OOC: DogKisser, just curious - did my roll from last round end up getting anything? If not, that's totally fine - I'm just curious how that works. I had taken my free skillcore, took my free sword, rolled like poo poo for the scarf, and then from the quotes people added from Discord I rolled to try and obtain some sort of armor. Was I only able to roll for the Loot and Valuables? Or did I just not roll good enough to find anything? Thanks! Name: Gabber Skill: Mimicry, Listening, Night Vision HP: 3 Glory: 5 -> 6 Having again found success at digging out yet another Skillcore, the process had gone a bit smoother this time in adding it to the other two Gabber already had. Having had a hunch by the fallen foe's glowing eyes, he proceeded to tap the claimed skillcore against his eyelid. Another bright flash, the skillcore was gone, and suddenly the details of the dark caverns around him began coming through as if it was broad daylight. He could see in the dark! Through trial and error over the coming day he learned that his use of it was only temporary with need for a cooldown period like his other skills. He also learned he could turn it on and off by blinking first his left eye, then his right, then both of them at the same time. Convenient! The Horde was in a wonderful mood - Fostis was back firmly in their control, everyone had grabbed a bit of a reward or skillcore, and the drinks were flowing freely. Gabber joined right in with the festive attitude going around camp, having a drink or four himself that night by way of drinking straw, and trying to gather any Unexpectables willing to join him for a game of Charades. He was a bit jealous of those who managed to grab one of those fancy scarves and were flaunting them about, but even that couldn't put a damper on his mood that evening. ~THE NEXT DAY~ The call from Magda jolted him wide awake out of his scratchy bedroll, but it took his body a bit of time to catch up to his wakeful state. Run?! Oof, did he have a hangover. This was not going to be a good day. The events of last night were a bit fuzzy; he recalled a few drinks, a few rounds of charades including a crowd pleasing Grimper impression (Light brazier on head, angry face, lots of stomping around and smashing things), but then the rest was a haze before he somehow ended up back in bed. He groaned inwardly, beginning to gather his things. Thank goodness Grimper hadn't been around to see his impression... Once he had managed to rouse himself and help hook up the wagons, Gabber took his position in the lines and he began to move out. He watched around him as many of his comrades began sprinting - his mind was willing, but the body wasn't. He did his best to imitate the sprinting motions of his fellow Horde while actually really only moving at a Fast March - hopefully nobody noticed he was feeling a bit rough today. Imitating a sprint while really only fast marching: 1d100+15 95
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Name: Doc HP: 3 Glory: 4 Skill: Surgery All the others were probably corpses by now. It wouldn't do to leave all those useful body parts to rot. Gotta get there before the decay sets in. Sprint: 1d100+4 = 88
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# ? Nov 3, 2017 17:31 |
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Kyyp posted:
Kyyp you broke 60!
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# ? Nov 3, 2017 17:34 |
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Name: Dack Skill: Athletics HP: 3 Glory: 5 Looks like they weren't able to understand Dack and decided to just toss him into a cell. But from all the commotion above and panic from his captors, perhaps he and Snödis won't remain prisoners for much longer? Then again, with the guards closing in on the two of them, they probably didn't have much time left either way. They needed a plan, but Dack can't talk and Snödis looked like she was still in shock from...whatever happened to her earlier. With time running out, Dack decides to just trust Snödis is more competent than he is and buy time for her or the other Unexpectables to do something. As his cell is opened, Dack gives Snödis a thumbs-up (one of the only signs he can give that can actually be understood by others), and dives through the legs of one of the guards before sprinting away. Where he runs doesn't matter as much as that he keeps running and the guards keep chasing. As long as something happens before he gets exhausted, that's good enough. And with all the marathons Dack has participated in over the years, a little running around isn't going to tire him out any time soon. Sprinting around like an idiot to distract the guards until either Snödis or the others come up with an actual way for us to escape, rolled a 97 thanks to using Athletics.
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# ? Nov 3, 2017 18:40 |
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Astus posted:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZnHmskwqCCQ
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# ? Nov 3, 2017 19:30 |
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Skill: Sleuthing (used) HP: 3 Glory: 8 ----> 9 "Haha, well done Ringo! I'll remember this," half-whispered Humbug, grinning at the lockpicker. Together, the four of ex-ex-prisoners snuck their way across the room, confused at the lack of guard presence, but Humbug was determined to find out what he could of Nägel's mystery. ------------------------------------------------------------- When they rejoined the rest of the Horde milling around the Vault entrance, Humbug made his way over to the persons he heard had been somewhat responsible for turning this mess into a semi-rescue operation. "Thank you, Qwäg, Spleen and Stårn! You being here is certainly welcome news. Not sure where Dack and Snödis ended up. The warden was very interested in those with signs of Monsterism and brought them... elsewhere. Hopefully we'll be able to rescue them now that we're taking over this place." Dog Kisser posted:[*]Investigate the Prison - Difficulty ??? "Hm. Warlord!" cried Humbug, presenting the scraps of paper the ex-prisoners had secured. He wasn't sure if he'd get Punished for failing to infiltrate as handily as he'd hoped, but given the circumstances, he hoped it was unlikely. "Our rummage around confirms the prison seems extraordinarily empty. The Frömen have not been torturing anyone in a long time - at least not here (shocking, I know). But these papers confirm that hundreds of prisoners have been moved, sometimes in large groups, to some other place - perhaps the Vault? - in order to 'be Inhabitated'. There's truth to the saying that those who enter Nägel do not return, it seems. I know where the cleaning-obsessed Warden's office is and I saw some file cabinets when we were being interrogated. I'll head over there to see if I can't rummage for anything interesting." Report given, the sleuth wandered off again before Grimper could comment on his initial failure. Sleuthing the Warden's Office:: 1d100+18 42
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Extra Skillcore: Sitting Quietly HP: 3 Glory: 13 -> 14 Ritual Glory: 2? Snödis eyed Head Scientist Zapanda critically as she lead her to an even more secure chamber for enhanced interrogation. She had no intention to comply of course, but she was still suitably grateful when she was once again given the opportunity to speak. Really, after what just happened she was surprised they hadn't sown her mouth shut on the spot. Perhaps they should have. ♪Did you really want to be a torture scientist? To spend your whole life in this deep, dark pit? Never going out with that handsome pianist? Who set your heart aflutter with his trademark Töian wit? Do you really want to follow those Dark Old Ways? Capturing us monsterists, even making me your slave? Enabling the Warden and his heinous blood-craze? Is that truly something to take with you to your grave? You hear the sound above you, you must for you have ears, You know full well Tö marches, but let me soothe your fears. From us you need not worry, for what you hear are cheers! We march for noble purpose, all equal with our peers. You need not even surrender, for our varied horde takes all, Come and be my friend forever - or stay and you will fall.♪ Disapproving Poetry to make Zapanda question all her life choices & join the horde.: 1d100+13+15 = 118
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# ? Nov 3, 2017 22:11 |
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Canb I use my Oratory skill to provide a motivational chant to keep the horde moving and add it to my roll?
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# ? Nov 3, 2017 22:37 |
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Yvonmukluk posted:Canb I use my Oratory skill to provide a motivational chant to keep the horde moving and add it to my roll? Splut is doing something similar with his Bluffing skill - every little bit helps!
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# ? Nov 3, 2017 22:40 |
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Well, then, here goes nothing! Bully Skills: Oratory, Climbing HP:3 Glory: 13 Bully is still feeling worse for wear from his sickness, but he puts what energy he can into motivating the other Unexpectables into keeping pace, yelling encouragement until his throat is hoarse. Unfortunately, the energy he puts into motivation means he has less for marching himself... Sprint-march!: 1d100+23:41
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Name: Gryph HP: 3 Glory: 0 Skill: Bandaging/Medicine Gryph sniffed the air as he walked through the prison. Death, blood, guts, standard battle smells. But something wasn't right. There's an ugly air when torture and hatred were the things that occurred inside things. the smell would sink into the stone and only time could fade it. Hatred didn't happen here. It was too sterile. If they tortured To, if people were butchered, it was with clean, clinical precision. They wouldn't hate To. They wouldn't even think of them as people. And if they were efficient they would have already started. Gryph tried to find the To that had been taken prisoner. When Ringo, Shiny, Humbug and Otter rejoined the group, Gryph sighed with relief. but Snodis and Dack were still out there. Trying to find Dack and Snodis Investigating the Prison: 1d100 37
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# ? Nov 4, 2017 13:34 |
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Name: Gigs Skills: Unflappability, Triangulation HP: 3 Glory: 13 Strategy: Sprinting Putting his newly acquired skills to the test, Gigs advocates sprinting while simultaneously charting the best possible course between Points A and B (1d100+23 = 117), where Point A is where they are and Point B is where they should've been yesterday. Bad Seafood fucked around with this message at 18:23 on Nov 4, 2017 |
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Potrait: Naim: Mason Skillz: Mason Hootin' an' Hollerin' , Mason Masonry HeeP: Mason Mason Mason Glury: Masonx7 -> 8 Mason Fast March!: 1d100+8 65 e: something was here HiHo ChiRho fucked around with this message at 23:08 on Nov 6, 2017 |
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Name: Stårn Additional skills: Butterfly Beastmaster HP: 3 Glory: 14 -> 15 "Starving the enemy", Stårn stated in a manner that he was trying to keep matter of factly but failed due to his own excitement, "Is a cornerstone of sieging! I will take first watch." And so, Stårn sat cross-legged on top of his Terrible Ram, as he snacked on Nutritious Butterflies to help keep awake during his long watch. Oh, how hungry and desperate the vile Fröans must have been getting. Just thinking about such ingenious siege methods was enough to make him giddy. Snacking on those Butterflies while Starving the Enemy: 1d100+24=104 Theantero fucked around with this message at 23:40 on Nov 4, 2017 |
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Gelia HP: 3 :Glory: 2 Skill: Daydreaming "Huzzah, victory for the Tüan kingdom and Her Majesty. " one of the Unexpectables newest recruits cheered. Of course, then things were eerie. "What kind of dastardly actions have been performed here, what diabolical schemes are they concocting?" She wondered. Wandering through the prison, she let her mind wander. Every table the scene of some dire investigation, every bookcase obviously some super secret entrance, imagining moustache twirlingly wicked Fröman scientists up to no good, getting ready to perform terrible acts upon the noble Töan. Investigate The Prison while daydreaming: 1d100+12 75
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# ? Nov 5, 2017 00:06 |
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Name: Hat Skills: Millinery, Backflips HP: 3/3 Equipment: Spear (+1), Leather Armour (+1) Glory: 13 Hat left the medical tent in a bit of a daze, the complaints from the real medics ringing in her ears. Her overzealous efforts at bandaging any and every malady her hordemates had suffered didn't seem to have had any effect on them at all. Maybe she wasn't cut out for medical assistance. She sighed and wandered back to her bedroll, feeling a little despondent, her hands in her armour's pockets - where they found the skillcore. She took it out and gave it a close look. A purplish, meaty mass about the size of a plum. The Nail throbbing in her left shoulder told her of the best way to extract and handle these concentrated spheres of knowledge, but precious little about how to administer them. Just in the past couple of hours, she'd seen one swallowed whole and another touched to the eyeballs. It seemed the way to integrate the skillcore was based on what skill was inside it. And since this one was 'Backflips', hmm. Hat stepped out of her tent and found a soft-ish spot of ground nearby. She crouched down, threw the skillcore up into the sky above her, and then jumped- -and landed awkwardly on her back. The skillcore thunked onto her armour, and rolled to the side. Bugger this for a game of soldiers, Hat thought, and just picked up and swallowed the skillcore instead. Suddenly, the knowledge was flowing through her brain and body. Her calves strengthened, her knees more flexible. She adopted the correct stance, arms stretched up, not looking at the ground but the horizon. And then, a simple matter of crouch, swing the arms, and jump and tuck and bend knees and land and arms out in front. She'd done it! A perfect backflip. Had anyone seen it? She looked- -and the call went up from Magda. To Nägel, now!! Hat picked up her hat from where it had fallen mid-jump, and set about breaking camp. Maybe her new-found jumping ability would help her keep a quick pace? Voting for a Quick March, I'm worried about those multipliers. I fear that even second speed would have a roughly 50% chance of failure no matter how well all of us roll. Quick March to Nägel, with backflip power!: 1d100+13+10 52
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Gelia HP: 3 :Glory: 2 Skill: Daydreaming "Eh, Stårn, I mean, you obviously know far more about this than I do, but just to educate me, if we starve them, aren't our captured fellows down there going to starve first? I mean, obviously Töan, being a civilized kingdom would never stoop to ill treatment of prisoners, but the monsters in charge of this place might... well... they might suffer a horrible fate if we starve them."
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# ? Nov 5, 2017 01:55 |
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Name: Ringo! HP: 2/2 (Crippled) Glory: 13 > 14 Skill: Lockpicking (cooldown) Horde Sweet Horde! One more feather in Ringo's hat. Speaking of: he quickly reassembles the topknot, pinning it back in place as soon as safety is assured amongst his fellow Unexpectables. He flashes a broad smile to Shiny and the rest. Especially Shiny. "Bit of a tight spot we were in there, yeah? Thanks for this." He points at his top-hat and gives a thumbs up. "What are friends for, right? We'd better get to searching for the others though. And for whatever else is going on here." Investigate the Prison: 1d100+13 36
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Skill 2: Amputation HP: 3 Glory 11 Qwäg stared at the hatch with narrowed eyes. The green Old Guy alloy was no doubt impervious to most harm, but an indestructible door was only as strong as the wall around it...or its hinges. Something fluttered in her chest as she suddenly found her gaze drawn to the hatch's bolts and the floor in which they were sunk, every fault suddenly glaringly outlined to the insight granted her by the Amputation core. The mechanism was every bit as capable of failure as mortal flesh, and she felt like she knew just where to force it. She scribbled furiously in her notebook. "We have to get through that hatch," she declares, pointing with her charcoal pencil, "or it was all wasted effort. Stårn," she observed, showing the Sieger her quick, but immaculately labeled diagram of the hatch bolts, "this metal is fatigued. Some strong blows here and here, and they should shear under the stress. This hatch is a beast, and I know you just Broke Down that Gate, but do you think we have enough smash juice left in us to Crack It Open?" Amputate the Hatch Bolts to Crack It Open!: 1d100+21 61
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Noggins Skillcores: Carpentry, Blasting (Not Consumed) HP: 3 Glory: 15->16 Ritual Glory: 0 Noggins was focused. On a task this difficult, this important, she couldn't afford not to be. She'd selected her tools and materials with care--some loaves, while nicely blackened on the outside, somehow managed to be almost-raw dough at the core. Others were simply cinders with too little structural integrity to properly hold a nail. She couldn't fault Patsy for trying, and part of her felt like doing this was almost akin to making fun of him, but... there was honey at stake. Even if that wasn't the difference that made it easier to get these things down, the Horde really didn't offer that many opportunities to satisfy a sweet tooth. Inconsequential Chairbuilding With Bread: 1d100+25 72 It was going pretty well, too, and Noggins was just putting on the finishing touches when Magda sounded the call to action. She lingered long enough only to pitch her tools back onto the lumber wagon before dashing down the road at a dead sprint. The Nägel crew needed help! What if they'd all been captured? Then they would need someone to come and rescue them and it would be dramatic and heroic and incredible and Grimper would tell her she did a good job and... and... and... Mad Dash!: 1d100+15 49 She'd just have to live with owing Hob a new honey dipper. Brave Sir Noggins would always ride to the help of those in need! The Lord of Hats fucked around with this message at 03:54 on Nov 5, 2017 |
# ? Nov 5, 2017 03:52 |
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Magda posted:Unexpectables! We're moving out!
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# ? Nov 5, 2017 04:50 |
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I demand Magda play 'Chariots of Fire' from her wagon while we run to Nagel. Also, Prince of Space, once again, well done!
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# ? Nov 5, 2017 05:20 |
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This is a sheer delight to behold.
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# ? Nov 5, 2017 06:33 |
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^^^ Thanks you guys! Here's a bonus drawing for the thread:Dog Kisser posted:Magda was woken from a distracted reverie by a bluebird's song. Annoyed, she was about to crush it until she saw a tiny Nail stuck into the back of its skull. She snatched it from the air and swept a pile of junk off her desk, then placed the thing gently on the surface. She pulled the Nail out and the bird chirped once, then exploded in a pile of feathers and gore. She read the coded entrails with excitement, then burst out of her wagon.
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# ? Nov 5, 2017 07:47 |
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This is a whole lot more disturbing with the visual. Yikes.
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# ? Nov 5, 2017 08:04 |
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Cloud Potato posted:
Note that it isn't a multiplier, it is how many times he is going to roll a difficulty 60 check against our combined roll.
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# ? Nov 5, 2017 08:09 |
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Name: Patsy Skill: Baking HP: 3 Glory: 7 Patsy had failed. Badly. There was one thing he was good at doing for this horde, and that was baking. Now he wasn't even sure he could count on that. Worst of all, now everyone was going to have to run, on basically empty stomachs. The exact situation his bread had been crafted for, and now we were going on without it, because he couldn't keep up at his job. Patsy had failed in the woods. He'd failed baking. He wouldn't fail a third time (in a row). He grabbed what food was salvageable to hand out as needed, and he sprinted 1d100+7 = 28 confirmed: Orokos wants Patsy to be the next up for punishment detail
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# ? Nov 5, 2017 08:14 |
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Sucy HP: 3 Glory: 10 Skill: Mushrooms Sucy threw away the makeshift tools for surgery with clearly visible disgust, they were clearly insufficient for her purposes and this was reflected in the results. Though upon hearing that Grimper had called them to Nägel, she cheered up and began to break into a sprint, obviously this was an opportunity to improve the quality of the tools available to her. 1d100+10: 92
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# ? Nov 5, 2017 17:33 |
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HP: 2/2 Glory:12->13 (I barely have enough time to make this post without any flavor, I'll edit it with flavor + fix my inventory/portrait later, I just don't want to miss sweet sweet Glory) Sprinting towards Nagel: 1d100+13 = 91
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Spleen the Volatile Skills: 'Splosions, Masonry (Not equipped) HP: 3/3 Glory: 4 -> 5 Listening to the sound of Qwäg attempting to corral Starn into her plan to breach the Old Guys vault - without much success - Spleen siddles over in his certified manner and flips the Boomstick out of his pocket. Some how a match materializes in his other hand with a flick of his wrist. "Precision will get you so far when breaching doors, after that you require force. Our friend seems pre-occupied in letting the denizens of this building starve, Spleen has a suggestion." He said, very delicately inserting the boomstick between the areas of weakness. "We light the fuse, and then we run." And then he lit the fuse. Utilizing his 'Splosions skill core, and his Boomstick, Spleen will assist Qwäg in cracking the vault open. 1d100+39 = 95 (Forgot to add +4 for Glory) That'll do. TheNabster fucked around with this message at 23:45 on Nov 5, 2017 |
# ? Nov 5, 2017 23:12 |
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Torchlighter posted:Gryph sniffed the air as he walked through the prison. Death, blood, guts, standard battle smells. But something wasn't right. There's an ugly air when torture and hatred were the things that occurred inside things. the smell would sink into the stone and only time could fade it. Hatred didn't happen here. It was too sterile. If they tortured To, if people were butchered, it was with clean, clinical precision. They wouldn't hate To. They wouldn't even think of them as people.
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# ? Nov 6, 2017 00:13 |
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Not entirely comfortable with this. Great job!
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# ? Nov 6, 2017 00:15 |
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Since not everybody remembers well or keeps perfect score, I'm posting an update of everyone's official Glory rankings,* as of this post. Everyone - this should be your Glory tally for the next round that you post in: Agile 6 Bamboo 15 Biggo 14 Bully 13 Cornbread 11 Dack 6 Doc 2 Dofro 4 Dummy 5 Flipit 7 Flitter 2 Gabber 6 Gado 1 Gawp 9 Gelia 2 Gigs 14 Gloff 5 Gopher 2 Gorb 3 Grag 4 Grumbus 6 Gryph 2 Hat 14 Hob 7 Humbug 9 Klörf 11 Mason 9 Neebs 3 Noggins 16 Otter 2 Patsy 8 Portha 6 Pythag 1 Qwäg 12 Rik 8 Ringo 14 Shiny 5 Snödis 14 Spanks 2 Spekz 3 Spleen 5 Splut 14 Stårn 15 Sucy 12 Tharbad 5 Tix 2 Valthax 3 *According to the spreadsheet. If you have any questions or you've spotted any discrepancies, please feel free to PM me or PM Dog Kisser or join the Discord and we'll get it sorted out! Lux Anima fucked around with this message at 15:01 on Nov 6, 2017 |
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Prince of Space posted:Since not everybody remembers well or keeps perfect score, I'm posting an update of everyone's official Glory rankings,* as of this post. I shudder to consider the book-keeping you've done to come up with these tallies. Good work, and, I do hope you go outside every once in awhile.
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# ? Nov 6, 2017 01:26 |
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Ive been away and confused due to moving. So what group voting situation is Cornbread in now?
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# ? Nov 6, 2017 04:12 |
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^^^ Cornbread is marching with the others to Nägel! He needs to roll (only once) to show how well he's running, and he also can vote on how fast he thinks the Horde should move (Quick March / Fast March / Sprint / Mad Dash)! (Also, pick between either an armor or a weapon item!)
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# ? Nov 6, 2017 04:28 |
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Skills: Spreading Disease [CD] HP: 3/3 Glory: 5 Grumbus decided to wander around the prison, rummaging through all the trash. You never know what people will throw away, plus with all the experiments there was bound to be some medical waste to mess around with! Search the Prison: 1d100+5 = 85
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# ? Nov 6, 2017 19:12 |
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Working on update, so get any last minute posts y'all want in. In the meantime check out my second post, which I converted into a Fanart Extravaganza, because holy poo poo you guys do so much fanart!
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HiHo ChiRho fucked around with this message at 23:09 on Nov 6, 2017 |
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