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 Name: Gloff Skills:Lifting+(used), Swimming, Smithing(using) HP: 1 Glory: 14 Gloff slowly nods at Vist. This was exactly what was needed. A proper use of his smithing core, not just bashing people over the head with it. Borrowing a hammer from the stores, he approaches the group and gets to work. Smithing: 1d100+23 56 Peering critically at the result, he decided it'd have to do for now. Sax Battler fucked around with this message at 00:52 on Dec 10, 2017 |
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 Lord of Hats made an awesome art out of Pythag. My humble attempt to return the favor. Based (traced) on the painting Sainte Jeanne d'Arc by Paul-Antoine de la Boulay.
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 Magda felt it before she heard it. She’d dozed off studying the last few scraps of that Ritual they’d scrounged up a short while ago, and was resting her aching head when the message flickered behind her eyes. A signal from Grimper, an all-clear… but something was wrong. She pushed her way out of her wagon, shouldering down the flimsy fortifications surrounding her ‘home’. No further pings from the Warlord. Unusual, and worrying. The open Vault was still flashing away down there, but she’d for the most part tuned it out. They’d worry about that later. She began to walk towards the battlefield, paused with one foot in the air, then began to unchock her wagon. If they’d won, they’d probably have a bunch of crap to carry out of there, and she was the Quartermaster after all. Ugh. Speaking of ugh, they’d probably need their medical crew to dress their probably grievous wounds. Both wagons, then. They really needed to get some horses at some point. She cracked her neck, stretched and counted the pops of her vertebrae, then lifted both and dragged them out towards the field. --- Would it have killed them to mention the traps on the way out here? Luckily they were facing outwards, for the most part, but that didn’t help her greatly when a pit trap threatened to capsize one of the wagons. Whatever, it was full of the Nagelites - she just let it topple end over end then righted it when she had a spare moment. She shook it to make sure they were alive, and Zapanda yelled at her through the nailed-shut door. The former Administrator was far more trouble than she was worth, and if Grimper thought she could be used to bribe Commander Sikatris he was sorely mistaken. She was a nasty one, that one, and proud. Magda wasn’t sure even bringing her sister out there would change her tactics demonstrably. At last, she found them. Her habitual frown slid down into a sort of bemused neutrality as she considered the scene. Casualties on their side were… minimal. A handful of deaths, some light damage. Impressive, she thought, then banished the thought with a scowl. The Unexpectable Horde were a half-wild rabble, with only a few good eggs among them. And then there were the Wendigos… more of them, she noted, than last she’d seen of them. Bad business, that, sure to bring ruin to the Horde in the long run. She’d talk to Grimper about that when she worked up the ne- wait, Grimper! She dropped the wagons and ran down the hill towards him, eyes wide. Alerts and cautions flickered lazily in the air around him as she approached, and she halted as she noticed his missing hand. That was bad. Far worse than they could know. They were gathering around her now, but she didn’t have time to chat. “Hey, don’t crowd around! Stack the bodies, and strip them. You know your duty. Let the Warlord rest.” She whipped a rock at the nearest one, and they scattered like frightened cats. She stared at Grimper once more, reasurring herself that apart from the surface damage his functionality wouldn’t be unduly impeded. She ventured a cautious hand towards his forehead, not at all surprised to see him burning up with a fever. If his kind actually got fevers. Poor dear. It was easy to forget just how young he was when he was up and about. --- It was honestly like herding cats with these people, but eventually she managed to have them sort her several organized piles of enemy equipment. She tossed everything broken or otherwise useless into a junk pile - she could probably repurpose them for parts or something - and counted out what they’d found. It was a decent haul, really.             Organized by army division, they had enough here to outfit most of the Horde. They wouldn’t quite match, but that really didn’t seem to be the Unexpectable Horde’s style. She groaned inwardly, and not for the first time, at how embarrassed she’d be if one of the Asskickers had happened by… but then, there wasn’t much chance of that, was there. Not here, not now. Not anymore. She sighed and counted again. (Alright, enemy loot! Assume there’s enough of just about any of this to go around. Feel free to pick an armor or weapon for free, but you can ALSO roll for loot to try to get either something extra from the pile or an improved version. Or something entirely different, knowing you guys. Roll and see what happens. Also, we’re getting to the point where I need to limit your item cards.  Each Horde member can hold five item cards, max! This means weapons, armor, consumables, whatever. You have to physically carry it, and you’re limited in what you can bring with you. I’m not going to get into weight limits or anything, but I think five cards is a decent limit. Cosmetics like hats and scarves and whatnot don’t count, naturally, only if it does something or confers a bonus. Use common sense.Also - you may roll freely for a Skillcore and for an item, but honestly, I only care about people not getting greedy and rolling for all the stuff. Take one thing at a time, use your Downtime action if you feel like it, but remember that you don't NEED to roll anything. Downtime is often downtime for me too to set stuff up and sort out updated portraits, and the simpler they are the faster you get more updates! Which doesn''t mean DON'T act, it just means maybe bandwagon with other people doing stuff or hope you roll really well!) --- Armor and weapons were the lifeblood of a Horde, but unsurprisingly the Unexpectables were taking the unexpected tack of stripping everything from the defeated, including flesh and bones. A tad grisly, but Magda encouraged that sort of mad doings. Even if most of them were wasting their time, there was no telling when doing something utterly foolish and disgusting would pay off. She also watched them yanking out enemy Skillcores. They were a little cleaner about it than they had been to start - the Ritual, doing its work, but also sheer bloody experience. They knew where to find the precious organs, and how to extract them optimally. However, they were steering clear of the fallen Commander’s Cores, and she was puzzled until she realized that they may not know what to look for. “You lot, crowd in around here. Granny Magda’s going to give you a little lesson.” She clambered onto the dead Dancer and tore the slit that Grimper had cut further open, brushing aside fragments of Unity Lattice. “Grimper drained him of Esprit and broke his Lattice, but he’s still full of Cores. See, here, here, here - ten of them, mounted in parallel. Good ones, too, ones that would support his chosen specialty. They do that in Frö, you know. Choose specialties, rather than having them enforced. That’s why they’re called ‘the Dancer’ or, like, ‘the Dumbass’ or whatever. Warlords all have the same cores, whatever they started with. Tö rightfully considers a broad skillset better than over-specialization. Warlords, all Warlords, Break.” She trailed off as she realized Grimper may have been keeping them in the dark on purpose, and stumbled away awkwardly. She and a few others had slid the Warlord onto a level surface and given him something to drink. They couldn’t wait here forever, but until he woke up, they weren’t going anywhere. Besides, they had a little time - the enemy would be leery about tossing another Commander directly into the jaws of the unexpectedly unexpected Unexpectables. (Skillcores! There’s a bunch of them this time. Rolled 4 on Grim Harvest, too. Commander Agenou contains ten Skillcores just by himself, and though they were diminished by Grimper’s final blow, they’re still pretty good - each is +25: Jumping, Kicking, Timing, Dodging, Spinning, Charm, Fashion, Laughing, Flailing, Rolling. Now from the army itself: Sighing, Watching, Smashing, Aiming, Dancing x 6, Jumping x 3, Timing x 2, Kicking x 4, Listening, Impatience, Fearlessness, Balance x 2, Keen Sight, Performing x 5, Virtuoso, Sniping, Slamming - AND Flipping, Poor Decision Making, Wrestling and Headshotting.) --- She also caught the telltale pink smoke trails of Resonation. Good. Eventually they’d build up some decently useful cores, develop traits that would make them into heroes instead of just soldiers. Not that some of them weren’t already on their way…
Beco's Cowardice has Self-Resonated - it increases in power to +15. Cooldown is refreshed, also. Somno’s Skillcores have Resonated - decide whether to keep Snoring or Bigness. The one you choose rises to +20, and the other vanishes, freeing up the slot. Cooldown is refreshed, also. Qwag’s R̴i̵̷s͟͝k͢ rear end́͢͟e̕͢s̢͠s̶͢m̴̕e҉̧n͜͏t̛͏ haszzzzzzzzzzzffffffff - it fffffff. Headache. Cooldown is refreshed, also. Hat's Backflipping has Self-Resonated - it increases in power to +15. Cooldown is refreshed, also. Mason's Hootin’ an’ Hollerin’ has Self-Resonated - it increases in power to +15. Cooldown is refreshed, also. Neeb's Sales Weaving has Self-Resonated - it increases in power to +15. Cooldown is refreshed, also. Gado’s Skillcores have Resonated - decide whether to keep Digging or Mining. The one you choose rises to +35, and the other vanishes, freeing up the slot. Cooldown is refreshed, also. Sucy's Mushroom has Self-Resonated - it increases in power to +15. Cooldown is refreshed, also. Snödis’s Skillcores have Resonated - decide whether to keep Disapproving Poetry or Sitting Quietly. The one you choose rises to +30, and the other vanishes, freeing up the slot. Cooldown is refreshed, also. --- Items
Encompasses swords, spears, gauntlets, etc. Adds +1 to Combat rolls. Can be used to upgrade existing weapons by 1 each time this is purchased. Describe it when you buy it, though weapons purchased from the quartermaster are of workman-like quality only. Armour [ Encompasses leather armour, plate, etc. Removes 1 from the enemy Combat rolls. Can be used to upgrade existing armour by 1 each time this is purchased. Describe it when you buy it, though armour purchased from the quartermaster are of workman-like quality only. Shield [ Blocks 1 Damage (to yourself) in Combat, then breaks. Cowardclaw [5 Glory] - A sickly-yellow flower. Its smell is repulsive and cloying - perhaps that will be enough to turn the blade away from you and towards your ally? If you would take Damage during Combat, reroll. If you roll higher than another above you, they take your place. Makeshift Sacrifire [10 Glory] - A foul concoction of volatile chemicals, much rougher than a proper formulation would be. It ought to do the trick! Can be used during any combat to instantly roll a natural 100 - and then die. However, due to its unfinished nature, roll 1d100 (no modifier) when you use it. On a 1, it backfires, sending the deadly energy at your allies! Despite the mess, harvesting of Skillcores and Gear proceeds as normal. Boomstick [5 Glory] - A canister of compressed explosive, easily activated with a small flame. Risky in enclosed areas, but deadly against structures or slow-moving creatures! Explosives +25, One Use Mining Pick [5 Glory] - A simple pick used to break up rock in mines or to dig holes. Mining +25, One Use Grappling Hook [5 Glory] - A hook attached to a length of rope, making climbing tall ledges a breeze! Climbing +25, One Use Fostis Ale [5 Glory] - A delicious cask of (lightly contaminated) local Fostis Ale! Share it with your friends! Bribe your enemies! Or bribe your friends and share it with your enemies, I'm not your mother! Camaradery +25, One Use Stained Bandages [5 Glory] - These look like they've been used already, but they're good enough, right? Healing +10, One Use Strange Red Goo [5 Glory] - A jar of red goo, warm to the touch? Found with the other medical stuff. Zapanda says to rub it in your eyeballs. You probably shouldn’t. ??? +50, One Use Strange Blue Goo [5 Glory] - A jar of blue goo, warm to the touch? Found with the other medical ointments. Zapanda says to eat it, but she’s probably being a bitch. ??? +50, One Use Heartshock [10 Glory] 3 in Stock - A powerful drug that speeds recovery sharply. Slightly addictive. Restores 1-2 HP, One Use Expensive, dangerous, magic. Not easy to perform, not easy to afford, but well worth it to increase the Horde’s survivability. Only a few are available now, but exploring ruins and sacking libraries can discover new ones. The Horde can pay into these gradually, activating them eventually once the required total is met.
Gain and additional 1d6 bonus Skillcore drops after combat - and a chance of finding advanced cores. Luck’s Fickle Gaze [0/50 Glory] - Building on the last Ritual, further binds luck into the very veins and nerves of the wielder - rendering them able to turn particularly bad luck particularly good.. Reroll Combat and Conflict rolls on a 2 - on a 1, reroll with +10. Monsterist’s Enervating Brew [8/50 Glory] - Monsterism is a blight on the land - but it grants a ferocious power. This Ritual emphasizes this strength without causing the users to succumb. If 100 is rolled naturally, roll again and add the result One Million Drops of Boiling Blood [0/70 Glory] - Freshly freed from an Old Guy Vault, this Ritual unlocks the tiny sparks of Esprit lingering in all who fight and fear and kill. Horde members may sacrifice one HP to roll an additional 1d100. This can be done multiple times, though each will cause a stigma on your body. It is entirely possible to kill yourself using it - your action will trigger prior to death. Mooks CAN use this, but generally won’t. Dog Kisser fucked around with this message at 07:01 on Dec 8, 2017 |
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Having rolled last turn to look for an exceptionally good bowharp, do I use that value or roll again?
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That's just a book keeping update - actual Downtime update is next week. Feel free to keep posting your actions for next time, and particularly to edit your posts if anything here made that necessary. I only read your posts right before the update, so it's not going to confuse me!simplefish posted:Having rolled last turn to look for an exceptionally good bowharp, do I use that value or roll again? Dog Kisser fucked around with this message at 07:06 on Dec 8, 2017 |
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Ah right, cool. I won't be giving myself another glory for a character post then either 
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Editing fluff back into my original post, but here's my mechanical changes for the sheet. Gado picks Digging as his resonation focus. IDing Sonior ore goes from 91 to 81 due to mining vanishing. Looting a scarf from Bully goes from 112 to 127 due to Digging increasing. Forgot to mention which I was going for in the description, but a 36 to take an incompetent swipe at Flailing. Turns out I do alright already at the whole wildly flailing around thing. Gado takes a tuned shield as his free pick.
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  Skills:Spreading Disease, Cursing HP: 2/3 Glory: 16 - > 2 paper bag with a face posted:The Unexterminable Swarm were all very good boys and girls; Grumbus didn't hear a single Unexpectable complain about rat bites! So he decided to reward the mangy rats by tossing a loose Fröman arm into the bag. The sack convulsed in an orgy of feasting/violence in response. As he sat down to wait for the Unexterminables to calm down, something caught his eye. Grumbus eyed one of the archer guys' snazzy outfits. It looked light, flexible, and he felt the color matched his ashen complexion. Plus, it would let that weird rash on his shoulders breathe. He grabbed the armor and slid it on, absentmindedly scratching at his shoulder rash as he looked for more stuff to loot. A little ways away, Grumbus spied a primo shield, but there was a complication. Some nameless mook also had eyes on it. Grumbus locked eyes with the mook, took a deep breath, and shouted. "HEY SHITBARN I SAW THAT FUCKIN' THING FIRST, FRIG OFF" Taking String-slayer Garb +2 as my freebie Looting a Tuned Shield with the power of C.U.S.S: 1d100+26 = 66 - - - The goop was slow to take effect, so Grumbus impatiently wandered over to Magda to conduct some business. Spending 4 glory on upgrading The Bag to +2 Chipping in 10 glory towards Monsterist’s Enervating Brew For ease of bookkeeping, I will include my previous roll here: Spreading Disease to conduct animal testing with a possible pathogen [red goop]: 1d100+26 = 111 paper bag with a face fucked around with this message at 07:54 on Dec 8, 2017 |
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  Name: Patsy Skill: Baking Skillcores: Regeneration HP: 2 Self-Esteem: 2 Glory: 8 Agenou was down... and Patsy had held him back to buy the horde the time it needed to strike. He... well, he was feeling much better about himself, for one thing. He may still be doing everything poorly, including things he had no difficulty doing a few months ago, but with the horde together it would work out. And Patsy thought he saw a way he could support the others without actually getting into the fighting, which lets admit, he wasn't good at. Claiming a War Drum as my free loot Claiming Agenou's +25 Timing to rock out on the Wardrum with 45 (if someone else beats my roll and a lesser timing goes unclaimed I would like it)
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  Name: Börk Skills: Kissing, Listening HP: 3/3 Glory: 8 Börk made a beeline for Agenou's "Charm" skillcore, and stood atop the enemy general's corpse, daring any other Tö to take it from him. Claiming Agenou's Charm skillcore: 1d100 = 69 Perhaps he should have tried to hide it instead... Running raw dice stats: 8 rolls; min 12; max 95; median 33.5; mean 44.38 Historical glory: 8
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OK, adding the following loot rolls to my earlier post, I'll edit them into there as well: Claiming Kicking +25 skill core: 71 Taking a free Stringslayer armor I'll treat the roll for Agenou sashes as my item loot roll and help with the healing effort as my downtime action. Heal the wounded with mushrooms: 1d100+15+23: 50
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  Name: Gryph HP: 3 Glory: 12(-5: 7) -> 8 Skill: Medicine Gryph groaned, gingerly pulling himself to his feet. He had been lost in the crazy rush of the Horde, desperately holding back the Warlord. But as he looked around at the groaning and twitching bodies of his compatriots, Gryph realised that he and the others were alive. Not merely alive, but unharmed in their crazed defence. The sight was enough to bring Gryph to hysterical laughter, chuckles hurting his ribs. The stress of combat flowed off his back, the knowledge of a possible death and adrenaline fading from his body. And then the Horde took stock. As Madga dragged the carts forward. Gryph began working, splinting, directing and triaging. His resonated core was ready for action and the deficit of wounded were still flooding in. As Magda directed the able-bodied to strip and stack the dead, a plethora of skillcores began to surface. Gryph had his eye on one in particular. If he were ever to find himself in a scrap again, he knew it would come in handy. Wrassling! Loot: Wrestling Skillcore: 1d100 19 Also I'll grab a free bow: Claiming BowHarp! His thoughts however, wandered. Magda had already warned him against trying to help the Warlord, but there was still Healing to do. And Gryph was preparing to ensure the next battle would hurt less. So he picked up a Stained Bandage and deposited his Glory. Pay 5: Glory drops to 7. Acquire Stained Bandages!. Gryph idly wondered if he'd be able to fashion some leather handgrips out of the remaining armour. He could use some for combat as a weapon. But perhaps he'd have to talk to someone better at crafting first. He didn't really have the time. Making his way to the "Good and Bad News! Good news is, you're not dead, and neither are we! Bad news, Wendigos are involved and there are casualties, so! We're going to work. We'll be treating Tö and Frö alike. Yes, that means enemy combatants, but if you see hide or hair of Wendigo infection, you need to alert us, or kill the Frö in his bed. I don't think I need to explain how dangerous having an infectious disease is in the hospital, and given that you'll be next to them if they Wendigo out, well... consider that motivation." He turned to Zapanda. "Madam! Walk with me. I need to talk to you, especially about your research and theories. I'm not certain that my anti-infection protocols are equipped or sufficient to deal with Monsterism, and I'm interested in your ideas about curing and the cause, of Wendigos." "Oh, and if you see a cursing Tö with a pet rat who answers to Grumbus, keep him out of the medic tent. He goes for a 'survival of the fittest' approach and periodically tries to infect the wounded. Nothing life threatening, but he's... overzealous." As he stepped down from the wagon, Gryph's eyes narrowed. What the hell were Snödis, Gado and Trinh doing over there? A sizeable crowd had gathered and... Swedish Thaumocracy posted:"Not another step you racist interloper! Gryph's eyes widened. OH SHIIIIIII... Downtime Roll: Healing!: 1d100+15+7 71 Torchlighter fucked around with this message at 01:20 on Dec 9, 2017 |
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 Cause HP 2/3 Glory 5 With a start, Cause realized that he had been wielding no ordinary drumsticks.. These were drumsticks of the second rank of power! Cause's education and savagery warred within him, and the savagery won. Many an eye would be poked by these babies. It was then that a hordemate near him, performing the grisly work of extracting skillcores, held aloft his bounty in triumph, and then, disgusted, threw it away. Curious, Cause snatched the core up, and realized the skill within was Poor Decision Making. Fascinated only slightly more than he was repulsed, the Froan looked closer, and Cause thought, 'Now when I do something dumb, I'll be really good at it!' Which was silly, he hadn't decided to use this skillcore yet by any mea- Cause had eaten Poor Decision Making. He had to respect the reach of the little core's power. Claiming freebie drumsticks, and making a grab for Poor Decision making - 1d100 = 45 http://orokos.com/roll/575221
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     HP: 3/3 (2 wire) Glory: (22-8=14 ->15) Ignomity: -6 Ritual Glory: 9->10->0 -- Mechanics workshop: Glory increases from 21 to 22 as per extra glory from attacking commander. Disapproving Poetry and Sitting Quietly Resonate, turning into Dissaproving Poetry +30, Sitting Quietly is lost. Sitting Quietly on the Baton to loot it: 1d100+10 = 64 becomes = looting the Baton = 54 Disapproving Poetry to Keep Away Interlopers: 1d100+20+21-6 = 56 changes to 1d100=21 + 30 + 22 - 6 = 67 Looting the Fashion Skillcore: 1d100 = 64 Taking a Bow Harp for my free item -- When she finally got a moment to herself sometime later, Snödis took some of her most finely polished Glory Tokens from her pouch and went over to Madgas Shöppe to purchase some high quality bonding agents and fabric. She had always had an eye for fashion, though with her core more focused on the wordier aesthetics she made do with good old fashioned elbow grease. Snödis is spending 4 glory on converting those 4 glory into 4 cosmetic items.  x4"Dack, Trinh, Qwäg and Hob. I could not be more proud of you or your accomplishments. I present this Medal to each of you for your valour in combat and your contributions to the survival of the horde. To Victöry Comrädes, Tö Evolution and Beyond!" -- Also at Magdas, she put down an additional 10 ritual glory chits for Monstersists Enervating Brew and, after some heavy debate, another 4 glory for an upgrade for her armour. "Your going to make more Nails for the ritual, I assume? Could four glory 'suade you to attach the ones that don't quite cut the mustard to the chains of my armour instead? The look is sure to indimidate any would be attackers, making them consider another target. We wouldn't want one of our Captains getting hurt unduly now, am I right?"
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Marra HP: 3/3 Glory: 1 (Edit: 2, Actually, for surviving Agenou) Skillcore: Backstabbing (Using) Notes: Slinkellomas Immune Marra wastes no time stripping the dead of their valuables. She spots one drummer still moving that looks to be her size, and after...easing her pain, she has a nice free suit of armour - stylish, but not too distinctive. She silently curses at Börk preening about swiping one of Agenou's skillcore's. She had wanted Agenou's charm, Oldguysdammit! Starting a fight over it now would be counterproductive - there were too many eyes on him now. Oh well, there would be another time...speaking of which, she decided to try and pry loose the late Warlord's Timing skillcore. It would make an acceptable substitute. A matter of timing: 1d100=63 Moving on, she pondered Grimper's use of a knife to finsih off the enemy Warlord. Did all Warlords carry such a knife for the purpose? If so, she wanted one. She started picking over Agenou to see if he had one he had no further need of. Now THIS is a knife!: 1d100=18 Cursing her failure, she wanders off, before noting the corpse of Bully The Orator. She poked him with her foot. While his armour seemed largely intact, it hadn't really done much for him, what with his head pulverised and all...but the scarf was gone. Drat. Who had taken it? Oh well, perhaps she could turn it to her advantage. She tracked down Gloff's makeshift forge. Paused, and put on her best 'concilitory' face before entering. 'Gloff, I'm hear with some terrible news! Bully told me that if anything were to happen to him, you were to get all of his things - 'a just reward for my most faithful comrade', he said. Well, I think somebody stole his scarf! His body's not even cool yet, and they're picking over it like a bunch of vultures! And I know Gigs was using his swordcane, but he didn't give it back! Can you believe some people? More importantly, can you believe me?: 1d100+11=89 Because, hey, getting on the smith's good side might come in handy...and all you have to sometimes is throw someone else under the wagon. Yvonmukluk fucked around with this message at 13:54 on Dec 8, 2017 |
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  HP: 2/3 Glory: 10 Skill: Jousting+15 (on CD), Guarding+10 (on CD) Vist was quite happy that Gloff was lending his talents to her project - with his help, this armor would truly be HUGE! Marra walked up and started a conversation with the smith, but Vist's attention was divided - she spotted a shining green shield and grabbed it for herself. It would be the perfect complement for her lance. She also took a swipe at one of Agenou's skillcores while she was at it. Task Manager posted:
Vist eyed Gabber suspiciously, then nodded once, curtly. "We can use ye, Gabs, if ye want a piece a' this armor." The silent warrior had acquitted himself well in the battle, almost making up for his earlier cowardice - in Vist's estimation, anyway. "I dinnae have any more glory to give ye, as ye well know I owe Mason for the boomstick, but ye'er welcome to another suit a' armor if we can swing it." There was more than enough to go around, in any case. She returned to working on her armor diligently. Taking a free Tuned Shield, and rolling on the Timing +25 skillcore. Looting Timing +25 skillcore: 1d100 92 Hilarious how well I roll when Vist's life isn't on the line, lmao.
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 Name: Dack Skills: A̵̕t̷͢͡͏̡h̷͟͡͏ļ̵̶̧̀ę̷̢͡t̨̧͘i̵̕҉̴͡c̢͘͜͠s͏̨́̕, Ą̀͠c̵̢͡͠͏r̴̸̛͝͡o͘͢͜͡b͜à̵̡̕t̷̢̀͜i̸̸͞c͘͟s̀͜͟ HP: 1 Glory: 17>18(?) After the fight, Dack wandered around the battlefield by himself for a while. A lot of things had happened all at once and he needed to think for a bit. Grimper was in bad shape, but it didn't seem like he'd die, so that was good. The Captain also seemed to have somehow completely healed her own injuries, which was...weird, but good probably? He was now a Wendigo, probably for good if Zapanda didn't find a cure. He didn't really mind that, although something was very off about his new body. He still had hands, kinda, but claws had replaced his fingers, and he walked on all fours now. His legs had changed quite a bit, and it felt like there was webbing between his toes. And now he had a short, muscular, scaly tail helping him to keep balance. This just seemed very mismatched to Dack. Like if a bunch of animal parts were haphazardly slapped together over his original body. Eventually, Dack's path took him back towards the others, where the Captain was waiting. Swedish Thaumocracy posted:
Dack had to stop from throwing his arms up in the air in celebration, both to avoid suddenly knocking down passing Unexpectables and to avoid tossing what he was carrying into the air. Oh, and also because that would be undignified, right. Still, after all this time, Dack finally has a medal! Not having any free hands, Dack salutes Snödis with his prehensile tongue before continuing onward. It looked like she and Trinh were busy with something involving Gado, but Dack needed to ask Magda something. Well, he didn't know if he could actually talk now (and didn't want to find out, what if he is incredibly bad at it, or has an embarrassing accent?), but hopefully Magda would be able to figure it out. Once Dack finally does find her, he places the stones he had been collecting during his walk on the floor in front of her. This might be a terrible idea, but Magda seemed to be okay with slightly macabre tasks, so maybe she wouldn't yell at Dack? Then again, these stones were all that Dack could find of Grimper's hand. And now he wanted to try his hand at carving them into some some armor for himself (and maybe the other members of the squad if there was enough stones/they weren't grossed out by the idea). He couldn't really explain why he felt the need to do this instead of just using literally any other material at hand, it just felt important to him. And besides, Dack doesn't make smart decisions, otherwise he wouldn't be a Wendigo now. Don't know if I actually need a loot roll for this, but in case I do, Dack is gathering the remains of Grimper's hand: 36, don't really know what a low roll means in this case. I had mentioned to DogKisser in the Discord that i wanted to turn the bits of Grimper's hand into armor and he seemed to be okay with it, although maybe he didn't think I would actually do this. Assuming Dack is allowed to go ahead with this gross plan, Dack attempts to craft armor from the remains of Grimper's hand: 376. If this works, I guess it would be more of an upgrade to the armor I already have, seeing as it's fused to my body and can't be removed. ____________ There is also a skillcore up for grabs that Dack had his eyes on, although he's too embarrassed to just go and grab it. Laughing doesn't really match up with his other cores, but his new ability to laugh also felt really important to him. Well, maybe if no one else tries to take it... Loot roll to get the laughing +25 core: 18. Yeah, not likely to happen unless no one else wants it. Astus fucked around with this message at 00:44 on Dec 9, 2017 |
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gowb posted:
Good thing you got your shield, because Vist & Marra are enemies now. 
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   HP:3 Glory:26 (Commander kill bonus) Lying Ritual Glory:1>0 It was a relief to see Magda approach, and he listened intently at every little bit of knowledge she imparted. Acting on her words, he tried to use misdirection and subterfuge to lay claim to Agenou's potent Charm Skillcore. Bluffing to obtain the Charm +25 Skillcore: 103 However, he had a debt to repay. Pythag had been very generous in granting the Lying Skillcore used to such great effect against the enemy, and Splut was keen to settle up. Knowing the Mathematician's love of defensive improvements, Splut opted to Forego claiming free salvage for himself to improve Pythag's claim by grabbing him an Arrow Flatpack. Onto other matters. He'd seen the performance of Snödis' squad, the idea of specialist strike teams seeming like it could prove highly successful in the long run. However, the matter could not be broached with Grimper until he awoke, so it would have to wait for now. Nonetheless, he kept his eye out for suitable candidates for Infiltration Squad as and when it could be okayed. He stopped by Magda, and handed her a Ritual Glory chit. "One for Luck's Fickle Gaze, please." Finally, there was the matter of his suit. He'd fixed it as best he could, but it could really do with some improvement. He sought out Hat, the masterful milliner who had had a major share in several of their best infiltration successes to date and asked, "I don't suppose we could work together on getting my suit looking a bit less... roughly stitched, could we? my repairs lac a certain degree of finesse..." Special project MAXIMUM DAPPER on Splut's suit: 63 AJ_Impy fucked around with this message at 14:46 on Dec 8, 2017 |
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Yvonmukluk posted:Good thing you got your shield, because Vist & Marra are enemies now. Whoops, my bad! Didn't even notice your roll on it. Can't change it now tho!!
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  Name: Somnö Skills: BIGNESS +20 (using), HP 3/3 Gear: Ball and Chain (+1) Glory: 3 (bonus +1 for holding Agenou back) Somnö woke with a jolt, coughing and spluttering on pink smoke. She felt awake. She felt alert. She felt rejeuvenated. Somnö wasn't tired? Somnö wasn't always tired anymore! Immediately she checked her reflection in the metallic orb at the end of her chain and took inventory.
Everything accounted for. No monsterism today. No monsterism ever, Fate willing. As she stood up she felt different. She felt BIGGER, her clothing strained along the seams, barely holding on. She'd have to find something different to wear. She put on a set of Drummer's Garb +2 (free loot), tore the ID number from her prisoner's jacket and affixed it back to the Nail in her chest. She wasn't going to let herself forget about that. Somnö saw the rest of horde clamouring around the corpses, everyone trying to nab a skillcore for themselves. She used her large mass to push the others aside, bulled her way to Agenou's corpse to pry out the Jumping +25 skillcore. Looking to loot Somnö heard Vist calling her name and lumbered over to where she had secured Agenou's armour. Somnö agreed with the jouster's plan to repurpose it into something that would benefit them. She grabbed the armour with her hands, and began to tear away at it, hoping that she could grab a set of pauldrons. Scavenge some Shoulderpads:1d100=68 (OOC I'm under the impression that you can combine different pieces of armour together? So I can wear the sleeveless drum garb with some shoulderpads from Agenou's kit. If not, let me know and I'll edit in something else.)
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gowb posted:Whoops, my bad! Didn't even notice your roll on it. Can't change it now tho!!
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  Name: Trinh Skills: taxidermy(+50, corrupted), jumping HP: 1+1/1 Glory: 8 -> 9 -> 10(Agenou bonus) Ritual Glory: 1 -> 0 (fed the butterfly) Something green poked out from under Agenou's corpse. Trinh paused rummaging through his clothes to get a closer look. The dead commander must have crushed one of his own men under him as he fell. Oh well, he won't be needing this... shield anymore. ... She was broken from her reverie by Magda suddenly hollering right next to her. Oh right, Agenou is HUGE, that means he has HUGE CORES. She gleefully stuck her claw into the gash, feeling around for something that felt good. claim Agenou's +25 Dodging: 1d100 83 A bit later... Well that's victory. Trinh wandered the battlefield. Blood and bodies covered the earth. Glorious for sure, but something was missing, ah! She selected two corpses and set them sitting against a tree, holding each other's hands. Beautiful. Shame the piece wouldn't last. Swedish Thaumocracy posted:
T͉͖̜̹̟͈ͨͅo͈̳͓͕͇ͩ̿̆ ̭̩̭̍̚v̖̇i̠͓̗͍̦̠͎ͫ͜c̤̰͉̹̐ͯ͂́ț̦͈͓͕͔͒͌̄ͦ̅̀ô͗͗ͣ͛͠ŕ̬̿ͥ́y̩̗͍͙̜̩͋̏͊͌ͧ͟!̘̜̱̞̃" Haha, yes! It might have been rough going for the past few weeks but she really was on the winning team now. Trinh looked down at Gado. It was no wonder others would also want to better themselves. She wasn't really an expert on monsterism but OH WELL. She scooped him up and walked out into the woods with him held in her claws. "I'm glad you spoke up, Gado." No response? Oh wait, she'd probably been squeezing too hard. "Not many open minded folks in the horde I'm afraid." This place seemed good, it was far away enough that the likes of Vist and Gryph were unlikely to find them. "Those rubes, those common rabble, they... they don't GET Ḁ̓͗͜R̴̛̙͚̹ͧͧͤ́ͭͪ͊T̋̃ͥ͘͏̙̯̮̺̜̩̯͉ͅ." She stabbed her knife into Gado's hand. Need to get those undiggerly fingers out of the way. Working while trying to preserve all the mess on the inside was pretty different from what she was used to but she was confident she knew where all the major arteries were. Shouldn't be hard. "I've always kind of wanted to make a Töan piece, real personal art, if you pardon the pun, haha." In her head she wasn't laughing. The knife was still too damned small, and Gado was moving too much. What if she just, kinda, forgot the knife and get in there bare handed. It felt more natural that way. Oh yes, way easier to keep him still. The spare bones taken from the fallen would make for good digging hands. Maybe if they are lucky there might be some moles around for real good parts. Upgrade Gado: 1d500+50+10+10 459 So, uh, hope he gets a wendigo infection from that rather than just being mutilated. Current state of actions posted:Free item pick: Tuned Shield Jvie fucked around with this message at 17:01 on Dec 8, 2017 |
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Potrait:   Naim: Mason Skillz: Mason Hootin' an' Hollerin' +15 Mason Masonry HeeP: Mason Mason Mason Glury: Masonx17 -> 18 Previously on Mason and the Downtime: Mason decides to yell at all the dead corpses hoping to find a weapon out of it! Mason Holler's for a Weapon!: 1d100+10 17 I guess now 21 - yippee? ...It's not very effective! ...So Mason gives up on hollerin' and hootin' when he noticed the group of people just handing out weapons freely, taking a Reedblade for himself. Mason also overhears the dude that took his boomstick earlier say his name: Vist posted:"I dinnae have any more glory to give ye, as ye well know I owe Mason for the boomstick, but ye'er welcome to another suit a' armor if we can swing it." Mason turns his head and shouts "Hoo! Eye hed sum closs kalls dering owr lest hootin'anny. Eye wood rether yoo spind sum Gloory too mek mai armur bettur". With words said, Mason goes for his last action: Finding the last Mason skillcore. Now, Hootin' was obviously Mason, and the other skillcore that he's got supposedly is NAMED Mason, so it makes sense to keep on finding Mason cores. And, since Mason was basically flailing for a weapon earlier and failing, perhaps he should get flailing and maybe succeed next time! Mason Flails for Flailing: 1d100 42 If Hootin' is refreshed then 57?
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       Name: Stårn Additional skills: Butterfly Beastmaster HP: 3 Glory: 25 -> 26 (for attacking Agenou) -> 27 Stårn, for his part, was busy at work, mainly trying to catch the leftover Cobaltwing from the deserter, as well as putting his own butterflies to work gathering the things he wanted. Weapons, skillcores, a variety of fancy things, including supplies and broken bits of metal from the enemy armor and Warlord. Something to get the little project he had been working on going. It was time to build Ram a friend. Taking the Arrow Flatpack as my free item Butterflies, fetch me that Timing +25!: 1d100 Rolling to loot the Cobaltwing Junior: 1d100=51 Upgrading Portapult to Önäger, an actual Siege Weapon! (or at least beginning the process): 1d100+36=133 Theantero fucked around with this message at 16:14 on Dec 8, 2017 |
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Yvonmukluk posted:Sure you didn't. You just happened to take the one Marra was going for. Starn has it now anyway!! Backstab HIM
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   Pythag HP: (3) of (3) Skills: * Math (using) Equipment: * Armor (+5) * Iron Shield (1 hp) * Mask (+50 Disguise) * Bowharp (Engage Combat from Distance) * Arrow Flatpack (No cooldown for Bowharp) Glory: 7>8>0? Ritual Glory: 2>0 Loot. Loot everywhere. So much loot the horde probably wouldn't be able to carry it all. It needed some organization. Pythag got to work stripping the dead, putting shields in one pile, armor in another, weapons in a third. He tallied the counts, pulling some mooks to help him with the labor of it. Each piece that a hordeling claimed, Pythag noted to transfer, ticking off the count. He codified the skillcores, noting the specialties and resonance levels in detail, writing about the struggles between members when they went for the same one. Once the more active soldiers had taken their fill, there would be many to trickle down. Maybe too many, in fact. He wondered how long a skillcore could exist outside the body? If nothing else, the inventory formulas meant he had a bit of an easier time selecting things off the top. Free Loot: Bowharp Transfer from Splut: Arrow Flatpack Skillcore Loot roll: Headshotting - 1d100 = 30 (ignore the skillcore use per new loot rules) He turned over the inventory list to Magda. The time it saved and the salvage it all represented, he hoped it was enough to convince Magda to increase his armor again. He even offeres his services for the downtime itself - putting his mathematics to any task she wanted. 1d100+10 = 92 Spending (8) Personal Glory on Improving his +5 Armor to +7 Armor from the various enemy remains if Magda lets me! After that, he stopped by the tame Cobaltwing, offering it a little support at least, now that its owner had vanished. Spending (2) Ritual Glory on: Cobaltwing Junior Barbed Tongues fucked around with this message at 16:14 on Dec 8, 2017 |
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   Skill 2: Amputation HP: 1/1 Glory 21>13 Ritual Glory 1>0 Seeing what is happening with Gado, and seeing the numbers spin off from the act in progress, Qwäg frowns. Even so, she likes the numbers even less were she to intervene, and Snödis thankfully didn't order her to assist, which might have forced the issue. Instead, she shuffles off toward the rest of the horde, to do what may be done there. Qwäg is halted in her progress by a brief pang in her chest, and doubles over, puffs of pink smoke trailing from the corners of her mouth as she coughs, the sound possessed of all the sonorous beauty of an accordian falling down the stairs. After, she feels...the same. Must be seasonal allergies. The Risk Assessor passes her looting hordemates with bemusement, and feels no real need to join in the scrum. She quietly plucks up one of the superior tuned shield models, but otherwise leaves them to it. Perhaps she would take a look at the skillcore harvest, but for now she simply enjoys the rough camaraderie of Unexpectables climbing over one another for loot. They had survived, With that thought in mind, she peers speculatively at the pyramidal stack of gleaming cores, waiting to be claimed. The advantages and risk of every core flashed across their crystalline faces, and she willfully ignores them, reaching for the Spinning core. Claim the Spinning skillcore: 1d100 80 There were still things to be done. The wounded had stacked up in the fierce fighting. Many were the Unexpectables with arrow pieces to be cut away, bad flesh to be trimmed. She would help, if they would let her. Healing the Wounded: 1d500+29 269 She had her own tasks to attend to as well, of course. Qwäg eyes the warped handle of bōnsaw with a broad, broad grimace. "Sùccep͝t̡ib͢l̵e͟ ̧to ̸br̸ea̸ka̸ge ̶i͠f ͟u̢s͟e̷d i͝n̴ ̴b͝att̡le,̛ " she mutters. "O̕b̶vi͝o͘u͟s͝ po͞įnt͘ of ̨fail͜ur͜e͞, ͏t̸here̷. " She runs her tongue along the cracked surface, scaly headfronds rustling as she shakes her head. "This̢ ͟weàpòn w̧a͘s ̛n̨e͞veŗ mean͏t͟ ҉f͠or thes̛e ̧s̡tr͡es͘ses. S͘pl͡įnters le̸ad tò ̛įn̷fec͟t̢ion̢s͏. ̨Su͜b̕oṕt̛im̛al gr͢ip҉ s̛tr͞enǵt͡h̕. M̧iss̸e҉d op̛portun҉i̷t҉ie͡s͘.͟ I͠n̸ad̕e͝q̷u͠a҉t͟e. " She looks up, sweeping her gaze across Her Horde. "We can do better." "N̶̡̛O̢͝G͘GI҉̴Ǹ͠͡Ś̡ ," she growls, before catching herself. "Exc͞use̴ ̢me͝," she corrects with a surprisingly dainty nod of her monstrous head. " ̴Nog̕g̵ins͡.̵ . I͞'͜m ̴in need of a̶ co͝ns̶u̴ltatio̴n ̡fro͝m͏ ̛a carpentry expert." She lifts bōnsaw with her writhing right arm, the embarassment creasing her eyes apparently at the weapon's condition, rather than her own. "Th̛e̢ h̡ánd̸lè ̧of my weapon is̢n̕'̛t̢ ̛g͟o̕i̢n͟g͘ ҉t́o st͝a͡n͘d ̢up ̢t̨o̷ ͠t́hȩ s͏tr͟e̛s҉s͟es҉ my̧.̛.́.new situ̢at͝i͝o̴n is ̵pu̡t͡ting̶ ̕i̛t̛ ̶t̶o. ͘I̸ wa̢s͟ ͢thi̴ńking of r̵ein̵f̵or̛c̸e͜ment.̢ ̸Láminaţio̕n̡. P̡os͜si̷bl̀ỳ ̨a̸dd͞ing a̢ n͟e̴w̷ ͞j͏oint a͘nd ̛ar͟t̴i̶cu͟lati͜ǫn poi̷ǹt͠ ́en̢tire҉l͝ỳ,to increase my reach.͠ ̸If͡.̀..̵i͏t̴'̸s̶ not̨ t͝o̧o m̸uch ͝trouble, I҉ ̨thought I'd̨ ҉pic͞k̷ y̴ou͠r brain on the mat̷t͢er." After their conversation, she files away the carpenter's contributions to bring to Magda. "Ho̴b.̨ " she greets her fellow wendigo, settling herself near him and visibly relaxing, right arm tendrils growing lax, eyes no longer forced to blink in concert. ̴"I̧'m͢ ͡wo͏r͘k͘in̶g̶ ͘on͏ im̧p̴rovi͞ng my ͝w̷ęa̢p͏on͡. Ma̢king̕ ̶it m͜o͞r͘e҉ ͝suit̸ab̕l̀e͘ fo͝r ̵m̢y҉ a̵n͞at̵om̡y̵ ͝and ̛c͠omb̢at ͜s̵ty͘l̀e͏.̴ No͟g̶g͢in̶s ̀is͠ ͞our͢ e̶x҉pert ͡on car̀p͞én҉t͠r̡y̶,͞ bu͟t͢ y̸ou h͢av͡e͡ sp͢e͜cia͞l͜įz͟ed ͢kn͠o͠wl͢ed͢g̕ȩ o͝f̀ wax̢ ͜a͝nd ̛p͟r̵òp͝o͡li͜s ṕroḑuc̢t҉ş ͝tha͠t ͜mi̵gh̴t͘ ͜b͏e͏ of͠ ̛use̷ w̕hi̵l͟e̴ treat̵in͏g̸ and ́lamina̛tiǹg ̧the͘ w͏ood?҉ A̵l̵so..." She nods meaningfully at Hob's own weapon. "Oth̡e͠r͘ ̷aug̡me͞n̕t͡ations.͏ F͏or ̀all the ̷p͏rec̸i͞sion ̕o̶f́ ͜t̢he enȩmy ̕stri̸ng-̶slay̢ers̛,͠ t͞h͠è color o͠f ͢th́eir ̨s̷on̶g c̵o͝ul҉d nòt mat͡ch͠ ͞t̷hat͢ ̢of̶ you͠r own bo͘w̴. ̕I ҉wo͞ul̨d v̡eŕy m͏u̡ch͜ like̢ to̸ borr͝ow͠ s̶ome ̀of̀ ͢t̵ha̡t̕ ̵èx͢pe͜rt҉ise͡,̨ if҉ ͏i̧t ̷w̡ou͜l͟d̷n't͏ ̵be à ͡bǫt͠her.̷..." The apiarist's contributions join Noggins's, and Qwäg prepares to approach Magda on the matter, as well as the possibility of bolting a few more salvaged plates and to her armor...situation, to shore up a few strategically weak points. As she leaves, however, Qwäg seems to notice the butterfly nearby, and one corner of her mouth turns up, letting a few teeth peek out. "Yo̷ų a͢n͠d Í bot́h͏,͢ l͡it͟tl҉e̕ ǫn҉e҉.̵," she croons, reaching out to ever-so-gently feather the bristles on one spindly leg. "B́e̕come." Qwäg Actions: Claiming a Tuned Shield Claiming the +25 Spinning core: 80 Healing the wounded: 269 Spending 4 Glory to upgrade the bōnsaw along the saw-cleaver upgrade path. Spending 4 Glory to upgrade Qwäg's armor with bits of armor from the fallen foe. Spending 1 Ritual Glory to feed Cobaltwing. Bee Bonk fucked around with this message at 20:10 on Dec 8, 2017 |
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gowb posted:Starn has it now anyway!! Backstab HIM RIVALRY ended with VIST. STARN is now my MORTAL ENEMY. (But seriously, Marra might be holding a bit of a grudge on both of you. Whether that's a murderin' grudge, well...)
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  Name: Gabber Skill: Mimicry (using), Listening+, Night Vision HP: 2/3 Glory: 10 Downtime, Part 3: gowb posted:Vist eyed Gabber suspiciously, then nodded once, curtly. "We can use ye, Gabs, if ye want a piece a' this armor." The silent warrior had acquitted himself well in the battle, almost making up for his earlier cowardice - in Vist's estimation, anyway. "I dinnae have any more glory to give ye, as ye well know I owe Mason for the boomstick, but ye'er welcome to another suit a' armor if we can swing it." There was more than enough to go around, in any case. She returned to working on her armor diligently. Inwardly, he sighed in relief. It seemed he was back in Vist's good graces, for now. He set himself to work, beginning to try and make something of Agenou's armor, for the good of the Horde!...and maybe himself, as well, if he could swing it. ~~Later~~ Gabber's spirit was soaring! He hummed to himself as he walked down the street. Today had been quite a day so far. He'd learned about the wonders of herbal remedies; he'd done his part in trying to help Vist make some sets of armor while mending fences with their relationship; he'd even successfully stabbed a Commander! Agenou had been quite the foe, but thanks to the Unexpectables he'd never show his face around these parts ever again! As he strutted around, he couldn't help but increase the volume of his humming. His tune continued getting louder and loude- he stopped suddenly. Wait - he wasn't actually humming any louder at all! WereGoat posted:Turning round, a giant skull confronted him, scuttling slowly towards him, a droning buzz enjoying from within. Gabber recoiled in fear, trying to shuffle backwards but only managing to fall to the ground in a heap - undead Agenou was back for vengeance, his warbling voice coming to judge him guilty for his crimes! Raising his arms in alarm and having not had time to get his shield ready, he awaited his doom! quote:"Hey Gabber" Hob's voice called out cheerfully from the eye socket. "Nice mouth guard" a hand popped out from the eye socket, giving thumbs up. Hob! Despite the macabre get-up he was wearing masking him hiding inside of it, Gabber recognized Hob's voice clear as day. The increased humming had been the buzzing of Hob's bees! Putting his hand over his heart, he took a few deep breaths to try and calm himself. All just a prank. Climbing to his feet, Gabber exaggeratedly wiped the sweat off his brow. He then pointed to the new addition to his face and returned the thumbs up. quote:"Your body is looking kinda unprotected though". Hands emerge from the nose of the skull, holding armour. "Take this". Out of the skull's nose came the armor. Gabber noticed two things immediately: 1) The armor was one of the most beautiful things he had ever laid eyes upon. Clearly crafted with care and made out of a strange colored metal, Gabber had never been close to owning anything so lovely in his entire life. It was amazing. 2) The armor was clutched by what appeared to be two very insectile looking hands, which were not limbs he had ever seen Hob sporting before. A mix of emotions and thoughts hit him all at once: Wha? It's amazing! But why? I didn't do anything to deserve this? !!! His....his arms....he's transformed...Wendigo... During the chaos of battle against Agenou's forces, he hadn't ended up by Hob's side at all, and therefore hadn't realized the bee keeper had successfully transformed into his new Wendigo; no, Friendigo form. He was glad his friend had survived his transformation, but so far his interactions with Wendigo - friend or foe - had all largely been consumed by violence. It had taken him an hour to scrub off the results of Qwag and Trinh's efforts on the battlefield. Was Hob still.....Hob? He resisted the urge to try and get a closer look inside the skull, fearing his reaction depending on what he might see. Instead, he focused again on the armor in front of him - the beautiful, resplendent armor. For the first time he noticed the emblem on the chest, what was that design? Suddenly, it hit him. He'd noticed it while helping out Vist and Noggins earlier. Noggins had been doodling the distinctive design in-between working the armor. Here he found it now on the armor Hob was so generously bestowing on him. Reaching out, Gabber accepted the gift, and the arms retracted back in through the nose. quote:"What do you think of the skull, spooky huh? Anyway, catch up later" the skull rose again and scuttled away, followed by some bees. He watched as Hob scuttled away, the buzzing beginning to fade as he still held the armor to his chest. While Gabber was no longer a very talkative fellow, his years of silence and Mimicry training had made him very good at picking up on things left unspoken. Looking back down at Noggins' emblem emblazoned on the chest, it suddenly made sense why Hob had given it to him. He knew Hob and Noggins had been - were close, and he knew how difficult this Wendigo business must have been for both of them. How Noggins had clearly wanted Hob to join her crew when they talked at Nagel, but now he was with the Neotype Squadron....the emblem may have been Noggins' symbol, but the message it carried may as well have been written out in black and white right beneath it, plain for all to see. Protect her. Looking back up at the departing skull, Gabber nodded once. He would. ~~Even Later!~~ He'd heard Magda had advised that due to their successes the Horde could grab up a piece of armor or weapon for free. Never one to shy away from free loot, Gabber perused what was available and hadn't been picked over yet. Two things really stood out at him: the Reedblade or the War Drum. He'd finally gotten some armor thanks to Hob's kindness - he'd need to find some way to repay the man soon enough; maybe he could ask Noggins at some point what he'd like? The reedblade was an upgrade from his trusty sword, but the war-drum would surely help morale if used correctly. Those War-Drummers kept the opposing army in the fight far longer than he expected them to. He briefly considered the Bowharp, it's benefit being staying out of harm's way - but no, he couldn't. Not any longer. He needed to honor Hob's wishes. No fighting from the back while Noggins charged ahead. Making up his mind, Gabber grabs the War-Drum. It came with the rig the War-Drummers had used, allowing it to be latched to the front of him while keeping both hands free. It'd take a bit to get used to the added weight, and he'd have to learn how to actually play the drat thing, but he hoped it would make a difference. Finally, there were the skillcores. He'd not had to do the actual corpse digging this time, as the Skillcores had been laid out prime for the picking. He saw they'd also been labeled - how nice! He wandered among them more out of curiosity than anything, and watched as fist fights almost broke out over Agenou's ripe cores. Making his way towards the cores with the least attention, Gabber did spy one lone skillcore that looked familiar - another Listening skillcore. Hm..... Seeing no one rushing to grab it, Gabber decided to pocket the Listening skillcore. Maybe there was a way to force a self-resonation by adding an identical skillcore to the one he already had? He wasn't sure of the answer, but figured he could ask Magda once she'd tended to Grimper. ACTIONS: To summarize everything Gabber is doing this downtime, since holy moly did a lot happen: quote:1) Rolling for loot: Loot a lower half face covering: 1d100 16 -------- DK if this roll is lovely enough to not get anything actually useful, or if by claiming the War-Drum I can't roll for more loot, can you still please add a cosmetic item modifier to Gabber, giving him a stylish handkerchief like the War-Drummers wore in your one picture, covering the lower half of his face? Task Manager fucked around with this message at 20:22 on Dec 9, 2017 |
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Name: Hob Hob relaxed, leaning against the skull, a little away where his appearance wouldn't frighten his friends as they went about their business. The giant skull was easy for them to focus on, get frightened by that instead of him. He wasn't sure if he could cook anymore, he was worried about healing for now, and crafting, well until he had tried it out a few times on Wendigo things he was worried about that too, don't want anyone catching virulent monsterism from handling his Monsterised gear. But he had found something useful to do, something productive. And he had a new eye patch, he felt so much less self conscious now his scarred eye was covered. "S͖̪t̰͓̟͡i͕͉̜͡l̤͎͜ḻ͇̼͓ ̟͍̞̦̕g̵̘̺͓͇̤̻̼o̖̦͖̙̙t ̰̱͕͇͠a͏̠͖̥ ̟̜̣̜̭̀w҉e̻̝̺̺i̯̹͕͞r̜̥̬͍̮̳͢d̞̭̞ͅ ̮̖͈̼ẖ̞̖̖͈͖͘i̱͉̣͇͘v̫͚e̥̠̰̟ ̮̪͓f̙͖a̵̦͍̭c͍̮̬̦̬̞̺e͉̖̜̞̣̮,͏̥̼̬̹̺ ͍͍̣̺̘̝a͓͖͔̗n̦̼͓d ̥̤̯a͞ͅn̥͉͎̰͡ ͕̲̟̘̱ȩ̮̙̝ͅx̜̜̝̹̻̣̠͢t͈r̵̪̼͖̞̦a̝̮͉̠ ̼̮͙͍̳̱̹m̠̹̰͇o̬ų̦̭̯t̸͈̗̬̳̝͙̫h̟̱̹͢"said his second mouth. "quiet, you". "I̞̩̣̟͜ ̯̟̳͈̤͙j̻̱ͅu̞̰̥͓͟st̴̳͍̝̻ ̧͇͖̞̪͔c̮̥͈̼͓a͏̫l̬͙l͜ ̵̗̘̙͉į̫͙̥͇̗̩̗t̠͎̲͍ ̧̫a͏͉̜̳̖̙s ̙͉̰̘̥̦I͝ ̖͍̮̹͇̖͖s͈̮͟e̵̬̞̯̳e̢̘̘̹ͅ ̤̟͜i̲͔͕̘t". Hob frowned, no this wasn't normal. Trinh and Qwag both seemed to have taken to Wendigo-ism differently. But both of them were not the same people they once were. "N̨̙̲̩̮e̡̝̻͔̖̠i̹͕͙̳̤̣th͔͙͕̱̭̥ͅe̴͎̫̯̝̘r̗̭ ̭̩ͅà̝͖̫r̻̹ę͚̫ ̲̥̲̣̲͉̘y̤̯͖͈̝̠o̰͖̤͕̥̼̼u̲͟". That was becoming apparent. Thankfully, Qwag broke his chain of thought. Bee Bonk posted:"Ho̴b.̨ " she greets her fellow wendigo, settling herself near him and visibly relaxing, right arm tendrils growing lax, eyes no longer forced to blink in concert. ̴"I̧'m͢ ͡wo͏r͘k͘in̶g̶ ͘on͏ im̧p̴rovi͞ng my ͝w̷ęa̢p͏on͡. Ma̢king̕ ̶it m͜o͞r͘e҉ ͝suit̸ab̕l̀e͘ fo͝r ̵m̢y҉ a̵n͞at̵om̡y̵ ͝and ̛c͠omb̢at ͜s̵ty͘l̀e͏.̴ No͟g̶g͢in̶s ̀is͠ ͞our͢ e̶x҉pert ͡on car̀p͞én҉t͠r̡y̶,͞ bu͟t͢ y̸ou h͢av͡e͡ sp͢e͜cia͞l͜įz͟ed ͢kn͠o͠wl͢ed͢g̕ȩ o͝f̀ wax̢ ͜a͝nd ̛p͟r̵òp͝o͡li͜s ṕroḑuc̢t҉ş ͝tha͠t ͜mi̵gh̴t͘ ͜b͏e͏ of͠ ̛use̷ w̕hi̵l͟e̴ treat̵in͏g̸ and ́lamina̛tiǹg ̧the͘ w͏ood?҉ A̵l̵so..." She nods meaningfully at Hob's own weapon. "Oh of course! I've already used my cores unfortunately, away looking for things for... Anyway yeah, can give you advice, Noggins carved it like you say, she's the expert there, and I applied beeswax and all. But it's... yeah you know all this, you can see. Sorry, I'm just repeating back what you just asked me. It's infected with monsterism. At the time I thought I had stored all my sadness there, but that wasn't true, it was just easier to do that than to think about... That's not important, that's not what you were asking. Infecting your saw, yeah, it's got wood. Grimper said metal couldn't get infected but it'd be worth trying... Trying what? Oh! Yes, so if you try and craft it with your... Umm... special skillcore. The Wendigo one? Yeah, that might pass it on to your bonesaw. I mean, this was crafted before I turned, and I've not tried it again yet. And Noggins did most of the actual crafting to be honest, but the singing got to it anyway. You think she was in danger of getting Monsterised? Carving next to infectious song? Oh-Gees, I never thought of that. Yeah, maybe do it away from non-neotypes just in case. Oh! Beeswax! You asked for some, yeah? Let's see..." Hob's insect hands went up to his face hive, bees buzzed out of the way as his claws, perfect sized, scooped out something. "Gross, right? Sorry. When you have time to try and make it better, try and wax the handle with this Wendigo beeswax. If you can wait I can apply it next time we stop, or you can see if any of the other neotypes have crafty Wendy-cores. Or if we kick about here another day. What about Gawp? Is he about? I'm guessing everyone is away doing things now huh?" U͏̯̯̖̟̩̼N͍̝͈W͖͎͕̥͜O̧̹͚R̲͓͖͈̳͔T̗̱̻͝H̛̤̟̳Y̼͇͕͈͚͍ "Oh, wow, thanks. Appreciate the gesture, though..." Hob leaned in, quietly "I was just ranged support, in no danger. There were some others, charged in up close who really distinguished themselves. Ones without the... benefits of Wendigo-ism. Why don't you give this one to one of them? Did you see how Gigs faced ol' Agenou down?" Hob kicks the skull, and speaks loudly again. "It'll rally some public support for NeöType squad too". --- Getting ready to sleep, packing up his gear, Hob looked at the sword Noggins had gave him. A plain thing. But special. He had been running about with just a wooden spear, and he had been given this. A token of appreciation, a token of friendship. Something he had needed, then. But now he was a Wendigo. He looked up and noticed a horde member he hadn't spoken to. Hadn't really crossed paths with. But they had been helping out with the medics, working in the background. And they, like Hob back then, were without a sword of their own. "Hey there, OhGees, two seconds" Hob pulled a kind of blanket thing over his right side, covering his Monsterist bits. "Hey, you look like you could use this. Noggins gave me that when I had no weapons. It's yours now. Pass it on when you don't need it any more." transfer sword to Burnie WereGoat fucked around with this message at 01:02 on Dec 9, 2017 |
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  Gado!!! Skill: Digging (+35, used) HP: Glory: 2 Swedish Thaumocracy posted:But we know the truth of things, am I right? It is the way forward. The only way forward. To shed your baseline skin like the cocoon of a venomous cobaltwing catterpiller, emerging a Butterfree. Gado remains silent for the most part as Snödis rants about her odd beliefs. To him this was just a means to an end. Sure that end contained quite a lot of social stigma, but Gado had never been much of a social busybody to begin with. Having joined the army just so he could greedily dig some holes across the nation and now willingly attempting to become a Wendigo, Gado wasn't exactly in the position to judge folks' sanity, so he bites his tongue and offers conversational platitudes when appropriate so as to not ruin the Poet's flow. Jvie posted:"I've always kind of wanted to make a Töan piece, real personal art, if you pardon the pun, haha." Gado had been working up the nerve to say something properly to thank Trinh for her help, but close proximity shocks him a little more than he was expecting and he can only mumble out an "I got you this." As he shoves Bully's scarf in her direction as thanks for agreeing to help. He doesn't exactly have the time to formulate his thoughts further as the Wendigo snatches him up and begins to carry him away. He's relieved for a moment when the pressure of her grip on his ribs lets up, but it's quickly replaced by a muffled scream as he jams his scarf into his mouth and bites when Trinh begins her dark work. He didn't know what he'd been expecting, but it certainly hadn't been that. Thankfully Gado's brain decides enough is enough after a few moments and he lapses into a bout of unconsciousness in an attempt to avoid living in the moment. Assuming I get that scarf because My Roll and also no one really opposed on it yet haha. Dog Kisser posted:Blah blah blah Wendigo bad! Oh Magda! You're going to be so disappointed! I'm gone until the 17th functionally, so probably no posts from me until then, unless I get my hands on some rare wifi. Successful Businessmanga fucked around with this message at 18:34 on Dec 8, 2017 |
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Successful Businessmanga posted:Assuming I get that scarf because My Roll and also no one really opposed on it yet haha. Well, not opposed in the sense anyone's rolled against you, no...
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Yvonmukluk posted:Well, not opposed in the sense anyone's rolled against you, no... There is another scarf just laying around waiting to be rolled on . Flitter's gear included her Cobaltwing, a +1 Froman Curias and a Siktaris Scarf.
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Successful Businessmanga posted:There is another scarf just laying around waiting to be rolled on I already rolled a bunch of times, I don't want to breach DK's rules of rolling to get all of the things. Besides,Marra's just saying that stealing Bully's stuff is a sort of dick move to get in with Gloff in the hopes of getting stuff. A sharper knife, for one thing. But I suppose that will come later, now. (If the scarf was there, Marra would have given it to Gloff anyway, she just had to change her story slightly. It actually works out better this way!)
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Yvonmukluk posted:RIVALRY ended with VIST. You all stole it out from under Patsy... but he isn't really the kind to hold a grudge so don't worry, assuming he ever manages to bake successfully again your bread will not be tampered with.
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Mithross posted:You all stole it out from under Patsy... but he isn't really the kind to hold a grudge so don't worry, assuming he ever manages to bake successfully again your bread will not be tampered with.  You don't think Patsy might be holding a grudge do you?  Oh I wouldn't be too concerned, he's said he won't tamper with the food. And you believe him? Well the way he's been cooking lately, I don't think it could get any worse! DO-HO-HO!
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     Noggins Skillcores: Carpentry, Precision HP: 3 Glory: 27->28 Ritual Glory: 3->0 The battlefield was a positive treasure trove. Agenou's troupe had been well-trained, and even better-equipped. But they'd lost, and now their loot was free for the taking. The sheer number of skillcores available made for an almost paralyzing number of options, and she only had one more slot left to work with... which actually made things easier, in a way. Resonation was the key. Not that she'd actually managed to resonate yet, but she had to at least have the option available, so no taking wildly disparate cores... and none of the dancers seemed to have been craftsmen, so she had to find something to go with Precision. And Agenou's cores were getting picked over rather quickly, so that meant... Aiming. Yes, that would do nicely. Looting the Aiming Skillcore: 1d100 70 Bee Bonk posted:"N̶̡̛O̢͝G͘GI҉̴Ǹ͠͡Ś̡ ," she growls, before catching herself. "Exc͞use̴ ̢me͝," she corrects with a surprisingly dainty nod of her monstrous head. " ̴Nog̕g̵ins͡.̵ . I͞'͜m ̴in need of a̶ co͝ns̶u̴ltatio̴n ̡fro͝m͏ ̛a carpentry expert." She lifts bōnsaw with her writhing right arm, the embarassment creasing her eyes apparently at the weapon's condition, rather than her own. Noggins was so focused on the looting that she didn't hear Qwäg coming up behind her, and she very nearly jumped into action when Qwäg growled her name. Still, she managed to hold steady, and turned to face the actuary. Steady. Steady. It's just Qwäg. She's different now, but that's still just Qwäg in there. She pondered the question for a bit, examining the saw's handle closely, turning it over in her hands, relaxing as she did so--carpentry was in her blood, and she couldn't resist a challenge. Yes, it was clear that there had been a lot of strain put on it. Too much more and it was going to crack. "You're definitely not wrong. I think that the current handle's just going to have to be a lost cause--walnut's a good wood, but it's not going to stand up to that kind of force. For a replacement... I mean, you could just go with steel, but the feel is just going to be worse, and... I mean, I can't say that spreading mutation is a great idea in the abstract, no offense, but even without that, wood kind of... grows to you over time, if that makes any sense. It wears in just that little bit to really make it yours. And with wendigoism in mind, Hob's bow did turn out really interesting... Sorry, thinking out loud. I know we've got a couple spans of ironwood in the stocks, and that's some really sturdy stuff. Yeah, that should work. Or hickory, if you prefer, they're pretty close. I mean, if I had free choice it'd be Bloodwood, but good luck getting any of that, those trees fight back. Anyways. Ironwood. Or hickory. I should be able to sketch something up for you." After that conversation concluded, Noggins turned back to the loot. Their shields had certainly been nicer than what the Horde had available, so she eagerly scooped one of those up. Maybe the dancers hadn't been better trained after all, if they hadn't managed to use these things properly. The green was a bit of a clash with her current armor, but some paint would fix that right up. She watched her fellow hordemates picking their way through the treasure, and noticed Verika carrying way too many arrows. Well, too many to carry into battle without something to hold them. Maybe she could help with that... Loot an Arrow Flatpack for Verika: 1d100 25 Her looting done, Noggins realized that she was carrying more stuff than she could possibly make use of in a fight. But just throwing it away seemed like a complete waste, surely somebody would appreciate... ah, Gloff! His expertise had been critical for crafting Vist's armor, and yet he was still unarmed himself. "Hey Gloff! Catch--haha, no, I'm not going to throw a sword at you. Here. It's... well, seeing what else is out there, it's kind of a piece of junk. But it worked for me, and if anyone can turn it into a weapon worth using, it's you. Take good care of it. Or, don't, I suppose. It's yours to do what you want with." And as for her old shield... Somnö was an unmistakable sight... had she gotten even bigger than back at Nägel? And she was carrying that ball and chain, and a full set of armor, like they weighed nothing. "Somnö! Here, I wanted you to have this" she said, waving the massive Fröwoman down and handing over the shield. "You did good out there, I'm glad to have you with us. And... well, I might have more to say soon. But for now, keep up the good work, okay?" Finally, as she headed back to the lumber wagon, Noggins passed by the Cobaltwing. Say, where was Flitter? She'd taken such good care of Flutter here, it wasn't like her to leave him unattended. Had she died? No, she'd been walking around after the battle, off towards the... oh. Well, that was a shame. It was her decision to make, but Noggins wasn't about to honor it with a sign. Flitter had her life back in her own hands, and it would take her where it took her. Noggins rooted around in her pocket and pulled out some treats for the butterfly. "There you go, Flutter. Grow up big and strong for the Horde, okay?" Action Summary posted:Help Vist With Armorsmithing: 1d100+10+27 55
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