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  Babold HP: 5/5 Memory: Charging Satiation: 12 -> 13 Finally! They could do the thing! The thing Babold had been waiting so patiently for! "SHYARGE!" Babold started off magnificently, but then tripped over a root, so had to start over again, just a bit more bruised and closer to the enemy. Flanking charge in the forest: 1d100+23 33
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 Name: Sproggle Memory: Painting HP: 5/5 Satiation: 10->11 Bile: 5->6 Affinities: Ritual Room +5 Sproggle nodded along quietly as Mother Magdalene and the cleric threw words back and forth. Lots of words, lots of threats, intimidation, menacing. He mostly tuned it out--his hands were full trying to grind these strange leaves Ceres had given him into pigment--but perked up when a word caught his attention: traders. The humans had traders along! Traders, merchants, brokers! Traders with carts full of all sorts of strange and wonderful new things, that could make strange and wonderful new paints! Sproggle hastily gathered up all of his possessions (which at the moment consisted of a few pots of dirt-based paint, a ragged brush, and a handful of leaves), and headed out into the forest to barter. Traders needed money, yes? Sproggle could make money, yes-yes. Sproggle could make lots of money! He'd give the merchants all the money they wanted, and he would have all the new colors from their carts!  "Buying" Supplies From Trader, Merchant, Peddler: 1d100+10 78
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   Vek Health: 4/5 HP Memory: Trapping (using), When I killed my neighbor's wife (ready) Items: Pitchfork (+1), Hyper Leaf (One use: +75, -50 next two rounds) Satiation: 14 -> 15 Bile: 2 -> 3 While Magdalene and the horrible human cleric bandied words back and forth, Vek was in a furious uproar of a work-hustle. He had just had the Memory-injected realization that he had been a killer of some kind before his Cobbold transformation, and he was broken up by it, enough to make him need to throw himself into his work. Besides, the humans were here - now!!! It was the last call for traps before it was time to actually fight. Vek knew what he had to do - all he had to do was listen to Ceres' advice. The small shadow demon's voice tittered in Vek's ears as he worked. "I am not one of you - I come from an ancient time. I am known as the kicker of elves. I am also known as the angel crusher..." Vek nodded along. He wished he could be taking notes, but his hands were otherwise occupied! More Traps? Too many traps maybe: 1d100+10+14+1 69 - 
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Cobbold #39 posted:Face: A2 #39 looked at the leaf and felt something deep in their bones calling on them to use it... But it was not yet the time. The field was barren, there were too many humans yet. That was fine. The soil would have its fill before the night was through. #39 Stands Strong against the humans!: 1d100+9 41
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 Name: Chungus Gender: Male Memory: Lifting (Charging) HP: 5/5 Satiation: 5 > 6 Bile: 0 "WHAT'S THIS? We are preparing to combat the humans attempting to invade our home?" "Excellent! I will be most gladly to flip them arse over tea-kettle and slap seven kinds of crap out of them, onwards!" Chungus will Stand Strong against the Humans, 1d100 + 6 = 38 Well... It's above a 20 this time at least!
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   Name: Faust Satiation: 10 > 11 Bile: 3 > 4 > 1 Memories: Occultism HP 5/5 Bonuses: +5 to Ritual Room 1x Legacy Reroll "Nonsuch as chaos, in this realm or another." "There are merely the ways of the Mother, the Dark, and the Blessed Blood." "Vertices drawn on the night sky." "Vertices drawn on the soul." "Beautiful." "Beautiful but incomprehensible to lesser minds." "Lesser wills." "Let us then perform our art, and offer the confusion of men as a gift to the Powers above." Occultism posted:They say the Gods of the Church are inscrutable. Occultism: Sow Chaos: 1d100+21 91 (forgot Ritual Room bonus from Orokos Roll) Adding 3 Bile to sow chaos
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Radican HP: 4/5 Gender: she/they Memory: Itching Satiation: 10->11 Treas: 1x Bonus “+200 poisoned claws” Can use one time during a combat Radican joins the main force holding off the humans, getting underfoot and scratching at their most exposed ankles and legs. Stand strong!: 1d100+10 74 Also, voting to use 1x Bonus “+200 poisoned claws” on stratagem "Assassinate the Cleric"
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 Brocola HP: 5/5 Satiation: 2 -> 3 Bile: 0 Memory: Specialized Soapmaking Science Brocola didn't really understand what Mother Magdalene and the Cleric were talking about, but she knew that one thing was clear: Whatever Mother Magdalene was saying was Smart, and whatever the Cleric was saying was Dumb. Brocola knew her next move would be a risky one, but it was the right one. Brocola took the hyper leaf and chewed it quickly. Then she took three glass containers from her belt. In the empty one, she poured together water and lye, plugged the bottle, and aimed the boiling alkaline mixture right at the Cleric's stupid mouth. Assassinate the Cleric Bath Bomb! 1d100+75: 95 Catalina fucked around with this message at 21:33 on Jul 23, 2020 |
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 Name: Syd HP: 5/5 Memory: Metalworking(cooldown?) Satiation: 8>9 Bile: 0 Syd volunteered to help with sabotaging the supplies carried by the traders, both to vent his frustrations about the Workshop fiasco, and also to see if maybe he could steal some junk from the humans. More metal scraps would be very handy for replacing traps, or perhaps he could use them to make weapons and armor for the other Cobbolds. You know, once he has a functioning Workshop. It'd also be funny to see how the humans react after he stole all the metal bits in their wagons. Sabotage the Supplies: 1d100+8 65
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 Cobb Memory: Cobbling HP: 5/5 Satiation: 8 -> 9 The Humans were here! Cobb put his biggest boots on and joined the fray. Standing Strong!: 1d100+9 56 (If my Memory's recovered from cooldown, add 10 to that.)
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Hyde Memory: Organization HP: 5/5 Satiation: 12 -> 13 Bile: 0 Hyde looked at the special operations, and decided to make use of his talents. They needed to hold the line! "Tighten the defenses over on the west! You, there, fill that hole by the north!" Shouting orders and overseeing the battle, he directed it's flow and tightened the defense! Hold the Line! (using my skill, Organization): 1d100+10+12 122 It went very well!
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When babbold and his small contingent of faceless reached the camp. He tried his best to check for traps, there seemingly was nothing, except for tiny slips of paper on the trees, it seemed to create some sort of boundary. When he crossed it he felt the urge to howl reach him. Innate inside of him he knew he had to return the call of the Cobbolds, if he didn’t he wouldn’t exist. He would become nothingness, the great void that contained his memories, his life, what he was would disappear. He lifted his head up and crooned loudly. The farmers heard him, and immediately started lighting torches, all armed to the teeth, well as armed as farmers can be. Babbold screamed "SHYARGE!" and charged the faceless did. The farmers pierced their taught bodies with sharp tools, Cobbold blood spilled on the ground. Babbold cut a farmers shovel in half and stabbed him in the throat with it. He took the broken stick and threw it at another that was charging. One was trying to strangle a faceless with his bare hands, the creature was panicking scraping at the ground instead of his aggressor. Babbold charged over and bowled him over. From behind he was pierced with a pitch fork. He spun around using the wooden pole as a tail striking his aggressor in the face. The cobbold Babbold had helped stood up and grabbed the weapon releasing it from it’s fleshy prison and handed it to Babbold. Who threw it into another farmer the sharp tines making contact with her vulnerable throat. Two farmers grabbed his arms to try and stop the Cobbold, and another one stabbed him with a shovel trying to cut Babbold in half, but it only bounced off the tiny flesh covered bone that separated his waist from his chest. Babbold pulled his arms together and bit out the throat of another farmer and he looked around, the Faceless were being pushed back, and he saw the cleric approaching from the other side of the camp. “RETREAT!” He screamed, and the faceless did their best to run away. The farmers cheered as they fled the camp, emboldened by their success Flanking: 3d100+33 172 vs Flanking Difficulty: 5d100+50 176 Babbold takes 3 Damage Mother Magdalene whispered with Brocola, Yip, Carrick, and Walsh. “I can sense her, she’s behind the enemies lines healing, you could swing around and clinch them with the flanking ‘bolds, though they’ll need cover.” The cobbolds nodded, and a handful of faceless followed along as well, though they were not as fast as the faceless cobbolds. The forest was alive with the sound of marching footsteps, crashing claws and steel. As the cobbolds approached where Magdalene had led them they heard a howl, one they couldn’t resist. All four of them stopped and howled, the other faceless fleeing the sound. TURN SOUND ON! https://i.imgur.com/sUYltNJ.mp4 The cleric felt sharp claws in her side. How did it get behind me?! She thought as her ragged wounds spilled blood on the floor. She flung bolts of light over her shoulder as she retreated back to where the healing contingent was. She tried to heal her wound, but was surprised when she couldn’t, My magic has no effect, what kind of sorcery is this! In the main camp, a group of farmers wielding pitchforks and sharpened sticks stood among cots, it was a bright shining jewel in the dark, lamps everywhere were lit, and the farmers looked ready for a fight. They cheered when the cleric returned, not able to see the dark blotches of blood on her side, or her frantic face Assassination Cleric Rolls: 5d100+584 890 vs Assassination Cleric Difficulty: 10d100+500-50 941AJ_Impy Reroll 58 - 98 = -40+941=901 Dog Kisser Reroll 28 - 87 = -59+901 842 Success! Ceres had given Vek some new tools, they were bits of shadow. They felt like the lightest pieces of cloth, and each had a small dot in the center. Ceres had told Vek where in the forest to place these new traps. He stretched out the cloth around certain trees. Vek was confused, the traps he was placing were right over the safe space the Cobbold’s had set up for themselves, and the traps themselves seemed useless. On top of that, he was confused about what the traps actually did . When he set them, the space between the trees ceased to exist, they created pocket sized voids of nothingness. He tried to figure out how to actually set it off, and it didn’t seem to activate at all.Vek was able to avoid the first set of farmers, who just ran past him. As the rearguard walked forward, they noticed Vek setting up the traps, and pointed to the bits of void. “Avoid the darkness!” Was clearly called throughout the contingent. They slowed down greatly and started to poke forward with their weapons They shuffled through the forest slowly, and quickly separated themselves from the main contingent. The traps the cobbold set were not so simple, and they lost a great deal of their fighting force to different things. 3 Men fell into a pit full of spikes. One unfortunate woman had a large log drop on her, spilling guts everywhere. An untold multitude of the farmers lost legs, arms, and weapons to an astonishing amount of bear traps. One caught a piece of satiation with his face, and as the back of his head hit a tree trunk the two melded, and he suffocated within the tree. Vek Traps 69 vs Traps Difficulty: 1d100-25 64 Success Amelie and Faust were leading a group of faceless in a chant. They stood among the daises and platforms while Ceres stood in the center. As they chanted black smoke left their mouths and eyes, pooling around the floor of the ritual circle, getting thicker, larger, taller, until the black mist was almost swallowing them all whole. The only thing letting them know where they were supposed to stand was the glowing runes on the floor. Ceres inhaled largely and gulped up huge mouthfuls of the black smoke. Each time he got slightly larger his normally bright white eyes turned a dark pink, and still he inhaled.  His form shifted, out of his arms he grew wings, his feet turned into sharp claws, and his mouth elongated into a large beak. He opened up his beak, and out came Mother Magdalenes voice, “Excellent my sweets, perfect you beautiful things, now, I FLY.” The raven spread it’s wings and all the smoke and mist dissipated until there was nothing left, just a bunch of Cobbolds in an empty room. Out of the ritual room, Ceres swooped down on a bear, and started to whisper in the creatures ear. The bear let out an angry roar, and rushed the farmers. They stood strong with their pitch forks, their torches, and shovels, many of them falling to the creature’s massive weight of it’s might. The already split up group split again, until they were small packs of farmers trying to navigate the trap ladened forest. The captain’s tried to re-gain control and group back together, but the foremost farmers were too far ahead to be stopped. Sow Chaos: 3d100+53 307 Sow Chaos Difficulty: 6d100-65 214 Success! The first farmers entered the clearing, and were torn apart by faceless. Radican and Chungus charged into the battle, leaping onto a farmer each grabbing an arm with their razor sharp claws, and pulling until with a sickening pop, the bones popped and the flesh ripped giving them two arm shaped clubs. Radican broke the bone through the skin and used it like a dagger, tearing through farmers stabbing one in the neck, and then wheeling around with the claws on his free hand to strike another in the throat. Chungus used his new club to bash farmers in the head, knocking them unconscious faceless creatures swarming over the fallen to devour their flesh. Filling their emaciated belly with flesh. Chungus soon wore his club out until it was nothing but bone the flesh beaten flat and stringy. He threw it at a farmer and leapt on him as he put up his weapon to try and bat it away. Chungus found his artery and sunk his teeth in as deep as they would go. As blood dribbled down his chin, he tore pulling the man’s adam’s apple out and swallowed. Hyde had somehow gotten himself surrounded by farmers, they were pushing and poking with their weapons, each too afraid to be the first in the fray, but also even more scared what the creature would do if it were left alone. The farmer’s weren’t going to make the first room, and Hyde realized they would have to get back to the main fight soon to prepare for the second charge. He grabbed one of the human’s weapons and pulled it into the circle, and tossed his body at another across the way. The human’s collapsed on him charging with their weapons. Hyde kept pulling in the weapons, and created a macabre porcupine, with weapons pointing menacingly out of the mass of people, each still standing from the pressure of the other weapons impaled in them. Hyde rushed to #39 who was tearing through the humans. #39 was a whirlwind of blood and gore, he was quickly zooming through slashing belly and throat alike, spilling their vital essence into the dirt, watering the soil with their blood. His claws were dripping red with blood, and for a moment there was quiet all around him. He licked the blood off of his face and smiled. There was going to be nothing but death from here on out. Hold the Line: 16d100+153 854 vs Hold the Line Difficulty: 35d100-1000-50 800 +236 Hyde (Natural 100 Bonus! Doubled Result) 1036 BonusTraps -50 Cleric -100 = 650 Beaten by 400! Double Success Sproggle tottered off, looking for pretty flowers that would brighten the hue of his art. He searched through mushrooms and berries, and drew money on leaves. When traders were mentioned he had an excellent thought, The humans had traders along! Traders, merchants, brokers! Traders with carts full of all sorts of strange and wonderful new things, that could make strange and wonderful new paints! Sproggle wandered the forest, his face high in the air trying to detect any of the Traders scents. He thought he found one, and bolted off at full speed. He ran and ran until he was tackled by Syd, who pushed Sproggle out of the way, and fell into one of the cobbolds own traps, there was a sharp yelp as he fell down the hole. He was lucky, the sharp sticks and blades at the bottom of the hole had been covered up with something soft, squishy, that smelled delicious. “Man Flesh! What excellent reds and greens they have!” He collected the yellow and green bile, and viscous red fluids, and climbed out of the hole, his back aching from the fall. Sproggle 78 Traders Traders Difficulty: 5d100 265 Failure. Syd takes 1 Damage
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Babold HP: 2/5 Memory: Charging Satiation: 13 -> 14 Babold was confused. Usually his charges went better. What had gone wrong? Ah. Of course. He hadn't been going fast enough. With that thought, the 'bold munched down on the HYPER LEAF Ceres had given it earlier. -------- A terrible, and terribly mauled, pig-like apparition erupted from the woods into the light of the camp, froth and blood leaking from its snouts in equal measure as its legs moved it forward in spastic leaps and judders while it wailed its terrible battlecry. "SHSHSHYAYAYAYAYARRRRRRRRGEEEEEEEE!" It smacked into a tree. The horn stuck. Surprised laughter slipped loose from human lips at this errant fool. Blades closed in. But then, with drug-fueled fury, Babold tore himself free and with an insane look in his piggish eyes hurled himself straight for the biggest baddest thing around - the Cleric. Charge-sassinate the Cleric: 1d100+89 93
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Yip HP: 5/5 Memory: Hiding Satiation: 13-14 -3 = -> 13 Bile: 0 Yip, with claws full of blood, blur fading and memory exhausted, stumbling back to Hol'm, falling into a snoring heap in the ritual room - the dormitories were still a builders dream, not even excavated for construction, where else was there to go? But perhaps this little cobbold, though napping, could still be of use. So light, it wouldn't take more than a shove to push him into position for the Cobbold Blessing Ritual, where his body would act as a conduit for the spell, whether conscious or not. 3 Satiation to Cobbolds Blessing Cobbolds Blessing: 1d100+10-50 = 28
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Cobbold #39 posted:Face: A2 There. Again, #39 felt something in their bones, something calling, beckoning them; a yearning in the blood to do... Something. #39 gazed on the field of battle, muttering and ruminating on the carnage. The pieces were all here they thought; the smell of iron filled the air and the carnage was only a taste of what was yet to come. But it was lacking, it was missing a certain something that would fulfill this terrible need. Eurgh, this was getting to be too much. The first wave was dealt was dealt with, perhaps the leaf could sort this out for a while? #39 Eats the Leaf  .... ..... ...... ....... "So Ceres, how long does this take to kick-"  In a single moment, #39 is everywhere. All the places that are, all that places that aren't or should not be; everywhere. Dancing on the cosmic lilies to a golden tune their hearing could only now perceive; senses opened to understanding. For a time they drift on the celestial waves, wandering through the star-kingdoms impossible and the geographies unseen by those bound to mortal skein alone. This was, in the purest sense of the word, rapture. Here, in this place, in this state of mind, they were not #39. Neither still were they the Rebel-Monk Apprentice, sweeping dusty halls beneath the earth for a day that might never come. They were Nothing, and in Nothing everything. The hammers fall on the kingdoms of Na'e'glaesh; the rise of the Survpripe, the embellishment of loss. And at the end of the road was a light, burning deep and dark and radiant, reaching out a fleshy limb. And lo, as #39 took hold, they were pulled into another place entirely, one where the skies burned in greens and yellows under the whithering gaze of the twin suns- "ENOUGH WITH THE FLOWERY NONSENSE."  -with a rumbling voice, jaws dripping of ash; #39's reverie was sharply brought to a halt. "AH. FINALLY SOMETHING GETS THROUGH." "I'VE A PROPOSAL FOR YOU." #39 stares blankly, contemplating dreaming as a fish for a change. "...OF COURSE. FINALLY SOMEONE CAN HEAR AND THEY'RE STONED OFF THEIR GOURD." "I. WANT. OUT. LET. ME. MAKE. IT. HAPPEN. VERY. GOOD. FOR. YOU. UNDERSTAND?" #39 gurgles a vague affirmative. "GOOD. NOW, SLEEP-" Hork. Oh gods, that leaf must've been a bad one. Or was meant to be smoked, something along those lines. Blurry eyed and wobbling, #39 stepped out onto the field of carnage. Whatever the leaf was supposed to do, it clearly kicked in hard here as #39 half-lucidly went off to do something with the remains of the fallen. #39 is deep in a hyper-leaf induced (furious) trance; wandering the battlefield painting a bloody mandala.: 1d100+75+10+11 178 How this was meant to help beyond being absolutely horrifying for any human who would stop and look after the fact was uncertain. Cobbolds + friends should probably not stand inside it though. Just to be safe. Abyssal horrors love them some nightmare mandalas. Late Edit: Tis a custom action of unknown difficulty and dubious reward. Arcanuse fucked around with this message at 12:37 on Jul 29, 2020 |
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Name: Chungus Gender: Male Memory: Lifting (Ready) HP: 5/5 Satiation: 6 > 7 Bile: 0 "WHAT'S THIS? We are taking a lot of drugs and going on a glorious maybe possibly suicide attack on the Cleric, to cut the head off of this attacking force of humans?" "Here we go Babold climb on my shoulders! Together we will form the invincible, unstoppable, and extremely cool and not dumb." "THE COBBOLD CAVALRY ATTACK." Chungus will combine, his Satiation, his Memory, and the Hyper Leaf all together to assist in the Assassination attempt on the Cleric. 1d100+92 = 169 TheNabster fucked around with this message at 00:15 on Jul 29, 2020 |
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Vek Health: 4/5 HP Memory: Trapping (cooling), When I killed my neighbor's wife (using) Items: Pitchfork (+1), Hyper Leaf (One use: +75, -50 next two rounds) Satiation: 15 -> 16 Bile: 3 -> 4 -> 0 According to the sounds of anguish and alarm coming from the surrounding forest, the traps around Hol'm were certainly working their magic - including the traps that were actually magic! On his way to the front lines of the pitched battle, Vek dropped his stockpiled Bile off at Hol'm's ritual room and pressed on. When he saw what the enemy was up to, attacking his comrades, Vek entered a wrathful fighter's trance, preparing himself to put down the humans who were maimed and dying in the traps he'd set. The last thing the first dying human Vek encountered saw was this:  "Sleep now." Vek croaked. > Submitting 4 Bile (4 Satiation) towards the Cobbold's Blessing Ritual - Ritual Satiation needs met! > Stand Strong with Traps, putting down the maimed: 1d100+10+15+1 60
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Name: Faust Satiation: 11 > 12 Bile: 1 > 2 Memories: Occultism (On Cooldown) HP 5/5 Bonuses: +5 to Ritual Room 1x Legacy Reroll "Our blessings are their curse." "Their curses are our blessing." "Our mother the Moon shifts in the sky, on its eternal path." "One side bright, one side dark. Yet our Moon it remains." "Let us teach these humans then, of the esoteric liminalities." Cobbold's Blessing Ritual: 1d100+11+5+1 76
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Brocola HP: 5/5 Satiation: 3 -> 4 Bile: 0 Memory: Specialized Soapmaking Science Whoa. Brocola's head was pounding. And her vision was kind of blurry. How long had Ceres said the come-down time was on this stuff again? Oh yeah. He had said not to take that at the beginning of the battle. And Mother Magdalene had said not to take it at all. All of that had seemed less important when the Cleric had been RIGHT THERE and saying really Dumb stuff. The dumb stuff the Cleric had said had probably been what had gotten Brocola doing dumb stuff. The humans were bearing down on them, and even in her addled state she knew she had to join the line and hold it NOW. She had chosen to take the Hyperleaf and she had chosen to try and fight the Cleric. There were consequences for actions, even consequences that through flawless logic could be traced back to Dumb Clerics. So right now she knew she had to stand strong, rack her hurting brains for some kind of information that could help and... ...You know what? She was a mess, and she suspected a lot of the other cobbolds were right now, too. She was going to go Brave Lady Brocola Bravely Held the Line in the Back 1d100+4+10-50: Using Memory: Specialized Soapmaking Science Proposing use of Orcs Help +15d100 for Stand Strong!
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Hyde Memory: Organization HP: 5/5 Satiation: 13 -> 14 Bile: 0 Hyde's little stunt had helped them seriously well, but now, he needed to move to the background. They needed all the power they could get. It was time to enact the ritual, the blessing. Dashing inside, he headed to the Ritual Room. Vek, Faust, and Yip were already there. "Alright, let's make sure that these lines are perfectly straight. And the candles are in the right positions. Nothing can be even a single centimeter off." Cobbold's Blessing Ritual: 1d100+13 43
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Walsh  HP: 5/5 Memory: Carving Satiation: 3 -> 4 Bile: 1 To Walsh, there was no second guessing his next option. "I'm taking another run at the Cleric. She needs to go down, whatever it takes." He turned the Hyper Leaf over in his hands before pocketing it again. He would do this without drugs, if he could. In his past life, he could almost remember that... no, that didn't matter now. All that mattered was the hunt. [Assassinate the Cleric Difficulty 10 + 550] (Subtracts from Stand Strong if Successful) Lethal 2 Threat 5 Multiple: 1d100+6 76
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Name: Ulb Memories: Taxidermy Face:  Hope its kosher to alter one of the example pictures a fatguy baldspot fucked around with this message at 00:02 on Jul 31, 2020 |
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Mother Magdalene walked into the ritual room, “I could not believe everything has been going so perfectly Ceres.” Ceres was still in his crow form, standing on her shoulder. “The orcs and the Cobbolds have easily pushed off the invaders, and we now have a staging point to attack the farmer’s encampment, with the orcs on our side we’re going to have a whole new group of conscripts.’ Ceres cawed loudly, let out a rancorous cough that shook the walls of the ritual room, “I thought she consecrated the forest,” He said as they placed the crow on the dais, and the cobbolds slowly filled the circle with stones of satiation and bile. “She is a fool who does not understand the forces she’s dealing with. My poison magic, your shadow magic, and the Cobbold’s Alteration Magic are three different schools. She guessed correctly that my power comes from the great corruption, and I nearly killed myself trying to overcome her charms, but these creatures.” She put her hand on Hyde’s shoulder, “You are creatures of production, you create with your very being. There’s nothing inherently corrupting about that, and so you slip easily between your charms.” She gives Hyde, Yip, and if he consents, Faust a big group hug. “You all have been very useful. Don’t let anyone tell you different! And you haven’t done any of the garbage this” She grabbed Ceres by his birdlike throat, and shook it vigorously, “Idiot fed you. Hopefully the others won’t taint their bodies much more we could have done this WITHOUT your meddling.” Ceres turned back into his normal diminutive form, “Oh, they’ll come around for more and more, you know what they will, they can’t resist easy power, no-one can. Isn’t it such a beautiful game we play Magdalene?” “You taught me much Ceres, but don’t think I won’t banish you in an instant. Get in the circle for the next spell,” She said bitterly, “I’m going to check outside, and prepare for the turning.” The Faceless, Hyde, Yip, and Faust started to lead in the chant, and as they did so tiny tendrils dripped from Ceres being, like tiny bubbles ephemeral, thin, fragile they floated gently through the air, and alighted gently on the Cobbolds, as they did so the ley-lines of their bodies glowed gently, and those with fur slightly poofed. More and more bubbles left the room, gently touching each and every cobbold, orc, and toad in the forest. The invigorating power leapt through them, and the cobbolds started to nearly vibrate with overwhelming energy.  Ritual Cobbold's Blessing: 1d100+147 197 vs Ritual Cobbold's Blessing - Difficulty: 3d100-65 39 Yip, Brocola, and Carrick retreated from the fight with the cleric. As they were retreating, Babbold and Chungus surged forward. The cleric had hit the medic camp where Babbold had been ravaging previously. He rushed through the area leaping onto the back of the Cleric, as Chungus hit the barrier. He let out a bone chilling howl that carried through the entire area, and just as Babbold was about to leap onto the Cleric he had to stop and return the call. It was cut short as the Cleric grabbed the creatures jaw and filled it with light. Purifying energy bursted from Babbold’s stomach leaving nothing but dust. The wound in the Cleric’s side bled more profusely, as if to protest the use of energy. She put her arms at her side, and let out a scream. It was deep and gutteral, energy swirled around her, and the blood instead of pouring downwards the tiny droplets were caught in the swirling maelstrom, and started to gently raise out of her wounds. She pulled out her hands, and another row of light floated over her head. A clear shout verberated through the forest, it was Mother Magdalene, “Do not forget my precious, I made a promise and I intend to keep it. Take as many alive as you can. They will be joining us.” She croaked maliciously and her laughter echoed throughout the forest. The faceless at the behest of Chungus charged the encampment. The farmers were ready for them, and they fell on the make-shift militia’s sharpened shovels and pitchforks, spearing themselves on their implements of agriculture. Walsh leapt forward and swung his scythe at the Cleric who quickly leapt backwards, spinning as she did so, Walsh had a burn scoured into his skin, the fur was burned away. His normally Bright Green ley lines were glowing dull. Time seemed to slow, he watched as the Mage slowly, painfully slowly arced. The energy blast spun around and moved towards him. His eyes widened as he realized what was about to happen. He tried to hold up his scythe to block the blast, but he wasn’t fast enough. This one was stronger then the last. It was tighter, more focussed, behind her he could see the Faceless being slaughtered. Chungus let out a call, but Walsh couldn’t hear it, he still needed to raise his scythe. Walsh had a thought, he was thirsty, his mouth was dry and he tried to swallow. The blast hit him, and for a second Walsh looked down and couldn’t see any damage. He looked at the Cleric and noticed the Scythe blade sticking out of her side. We won, he thought, we did it. He started to laugh gently as he laid back in the grass relieved. Then his legs, separated by the blast, fell down next to him. Bisected he was silent. Chungus was incensed and leapt towards the Cleric who seemed to have started to regain her footing, he lowered his horns and charged trying to gore her. She grabbed the horns and jumped again pushing them into the ground. Blood spilt out of her numerous wounds onto Chungus’ back. She pressed both of her palms against the creature, right at the neck and let loose another bolt of energy, this blasting him apart parts of him flying everywhere. She collapsed and the farmers in the medic camp grabbed her body, and quickly got to work trying to suture her wounds. The remaining faceless, yipped quietly, pulled themselves off of the discarded tools. With no leader, and numerous of their own dead they fled the battlefield, stopping to howl once again as they crossed the barrier for the final time. Assassination Cleric: 7d100+100+338 873 vs Cleric Assassination - Difficulty: 10d100+550 971 Lethal 2 Threat 5 Babbold is Dead Chungus is Dead Walsh takes 5 Damage and so is Dead Mother Magdalene stepped out in front of H’olm, and smiled widely, the farmer’s weren’t expecting Orcs to show up, and they were making short work of them with the help of the Cobbolds. She pressed a single finger to her throat and made her declaration “Do not forget my precious, I made a promise and I intend to keep it. Take as many alive as you can. They will be joining us.” She laughed gleefully. #39 was high as a kite, but was doing a good job keeping others away from a particular part of the battlefield. He had collected a group of limbs and bodies and was draining them for their life essence, he was poorly drawing circles in the battlefield. Mother Magdalene looked over his shoulder and grimaced, “You’re doing that wrong” she said, as the battle raged around her, “You want this to be over here,” She was gentle, guiding the cobbold. A human tried to rush them as they were distracted. A swarm of faceless leaped onto him, dragging him to the ground there was a sickening crack as they grabbed rocks and sticks and used it to break the human’s legs. They dragged him back to the pile of humans the Orcs had started to create. “You seem to be a little more attuned to the demonic realm than the others,” Mother Magdalene said, “You need to be careful these creatures, while not evil, are incredibly destructive. They embody the best and worst of our world. They entice, and they’re constant singing can drive you mad. Don’t let it get you.” She gently patted #39 on the shoulder, “You seem to have it from here, good luck.” The humans started to scream as they were pulled away from their comrades, and the sounds for retreat were called. As quickly as it started the siege was broken. She walked across the battlefield, she tapped Amelie and Carrick on the shoulders who were at that exact time had been crashing two humans' heads together knocking the unconscious and carrying them to the pile of screaming crawling humans. “I’d like to see how the battle is going but need an escort.” Leif looked down at her as he carried a couple of humans on his shoulders and dumped them in the growing people pit, “Uh… Are you sure that’s a good idea.” Mother Magdalene smiled and nodded. They need to see me. Faceless stood around the growing pile of humans and threatened them with claws and teeth. One tried to leave, and Vek who had been on guard duty speared him to the ground with his pitchfork. Hissing loudly and the rest fell in line. Amelie and Carrick walked with mother Magdalene, as she crossed the tree line, the Humans once they had seen the Orcs picking people up and carrying them had decided to flee, and they watched as Faceless leapt on the stragglers, pulling them to the ground. Dragging them screaming back to the camp. Mother Magdalene mentally took a count as they got pulled, “Amelie you always have paper, write down 17 for me, thank you.” They pushed further into the forest and saw that many people were not dead, but merely maimed by traps and unable to move. Sproggle was poking one of them with a stick, and one of the newly faced Cobbolds, “Coal right?” Mother Magdalene said walking up to the new person. “I don’t think we’ve had a chance to formally meet, you seem to be taking the initiative!” Coal, “Keep an eye on Sproggle he is… Special and needs a close eye.” Together Sproggle and Coal started to clear out the traps. Mother Magdalene whispered a few words to herself, and then put a fist to one of her eyes and looked through it. “It looks like they’re pulling out of the forward base they had to take care of the wounded. It was clear they thought the siege was going to be for much longer than it was. Let’s leave them be, we have enough work to do.” A human leapt out from behind the tree and tried to stab Mother Magdalene, but Carrick and Amelie were on him in an instant, and quickly shredded him to ribbons, just as Carrick reached for the man’s throat, Magdalene stopped him. “No… Keep him, we’ll have question that he could answer. Let’s return to the base.” As they returned, there was a tiny beam of light shooting from the Bloody Mandala #39 had created, and it was quickly absorbed by a tiny creature. A being of magic, it’s hair was a fiery corona, and it seemed to be shaped as if were wearing a dress. It turned to #39 and smiled a wide toothy smile. “Hi I’m Neat! Pleased to meet you.” It reached out and shook #39’s hand. “Whoooooa, this place is AWESOME!” She squealed with excitement, and quickly dashed around the battlefield. “You’ve got a people pit, I’ve always wanted a people pit. What are you going to do to them!?” She asked looking at the group menacingly, the humans cowered from the demon as it ran through them rummaging through their pockets. “OOoooh, some of them have pictures of their families.” She started to devour the photographs in front of them. “How does that make you feel?” She asked, then ran back to #39 “I am so glad to meet you, we’re going to cause so much ca̶̡̫̹̘̟̲͈̭͈͈̠̱̘͒͂̾̎̋͛́̔̓̈́̆͘̕͠r̸̪͖̹̍̎̂͊̌̔̿͐̏̾̉̽͠͝n̷̯̭̭̮̖̜͈̦̹̳͇̋̌́̎͜ã̸͙͇̥͕̌̄̃̌g̵̛̮̥͉̥͎̻̣͓͕̮̔̋͑e̸͍̠̪̘͛͒̏̐͝ together. Tee hee” She tittered a little bit waved, and then ran into H’olm.  The sounds of battle had all but ceased, and the forest was eerily quiet. Stand Strong: 20d100+260+506 1934 vs Stand Strong - Difficulty: 40d100-1200 886 End Mother Magdalene drew a circle around the captured people, and whispered, though it seemed to catch in every creatures ear in the forest, and the sounds of her voice tickled, “Don’t worry, I won’t harm you. I would never actually hurt you, just be calm and this will all be over.” She ordered Carrick and Amelie to hold the man that had attacked them, and she looked at him with a wide smile. “I am a kind mistress, I merely need to know why you are attacking me. This is a simple truth spell it won’t harm you.” The men in the circle calmed down a bit, and some even sat down. They all did, waiting. She continued writing the circle out, and she bit her finger and poured her own blood into the circle. It caught on the runes, and slowly traced the outline until it was complete. A thin membrane of blood shot up into the sky, creating a red pillar, and as the moonlight caught it, the inside of the circle was a bright pink. Suddenly there were moans and screaming, the people in the circle tried to escape but the thin membrane held them in, stretching slightly where they pushed against it. Their bodies bloated like carcasses left in the son and inflated. While she did so, Mother Magdalene whispered to Amelie again, counting upwards, she had Amelie tally off each one she counted. The humans started to burst, and the one that Carrick held started to scream loudly, as he watched his countrymen turn into beasts. Cobbolds paced in the circle and howled openly, the other cobbolds in the group returned the cry, and the orcs looked somewhat concerned. “Oh look at that, one of them was born with a face. How interesting, come here, what’s your name?” Ulb tottered over, he had magma spit, and was covered in horns, he quickly twisted his whiskers into a little mustache. “Ulb” He said plainly, not quite put together yet. Mother Magdalene swooned and fell to the ground. She had used up all the power she had to make a showing at the battlefield. Quickly the barrier fell, and some of the old faceless grabbed her and carried her back to the hospital. The Orcs looked around, with no apparent leader they were a bit lost, until Ceres showed up and took on his full form. “Poor Mother Magdalene, she can’t be doing magic like this all the time, though I’m sure she’ll recover. Alright you lovable group of misfits, freaks, and lovely Orcs.” He said with a big smile, opening his arms wide. “We’ve got to decide what to do next, and while I’d love to take charge, dear sweet Magdalene always believed in letting you all be the master of your own destiny. The choice is simple, we either take some time to eat, regroup, maybe do some rituals.” He said, “Or... We take these new twen-” Amelie piped up and corrected him, “37” “We take these 37 new Cobbolds, thanks, Yeah we take these new guys and we go over run that lovely farming town and take it for ourselves!” There are now 73 Cobbolds in H’olm H’olm Vote:
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Cobb Memory: Cobbling HP: 5/5 Satiation: 9 -> 10 The fight continued. Cobb continued to fight. Standing Strong!: 1d100+10 37
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 Name: Yeetus Memory: Throwing HP: 5/5 Satiation: 0 > 1 "WHAT'S THIS? Why am I covered in spines! And why did I just say what's this like I was telling dramatically?" "All I know is I must throw, for us, so I must Yeet-us. Yes my name shall be Yeetus!" "And I want to go lie down." Voting for TheNabster fucked around with this message at 12:34 on Jul 31, 2020 |
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Name: Carrick HP: 5/5 Memory: Audacity (ready) Satiation: 16 > 17 Bile: 3 Bonuses: Hospital +1 The line had held, but there were less than there should have been. Those who hadn't fallen back from the assassination mission, they were just gone. It seemed the Faceless needed direction if they were going to keep that from happening. Doable. For now, Carrick smiled broadly at the injured human they had captured. "What you saw is why trying to kill us is the wrong strategy. We'll take some of you down with us when we die, both sides shrink. But subversion, that's always the better move! Take something from the enemy, add it to your own. We'll take some of you up with us when we live, we grow, you shrink. We are creation, we make things, we are progress, we are advancement. Live with us and that creation will help you. Try to destroy us, be against all we are... and we will learn, and we will build anew, and we will make more than you can imagine destroying." "Now, are you Down to Answer some questions?"
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Jul 31, 2020 00:40
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Name: Amelie Memory: Yellow Journalism (Available) HP 3/5 Satiation: 11 > 12 Bile: 4 Notes: +1 Ritual Room use Items: Bear Claw+1, Hyperleaf (using, 2/2 turns left for -50) The fight had just ended and Amelie was tapped directly by Mother Magdalene as a helper, so she didn't have time to put out her usual quality newsletter. Still, she couldn't help herself from yelling at any passing Cobbold, "EXTREE, EXTREE, READ ALL ABOUT IT! FOES FELLED, CLERIC COWARDLY, 37 NEW H'OLMERS, COBBOLDS INTERCEPT REMNANTS, EXTREE EXTREE!"
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Jul 31, 2020 00:54
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Hyde Memory: Organization HP: 5/5 Satiation: 14 -> 15 Bile: 0 "I, for one, think we deserve a rest. Besides, I want to finish that Workshop." Downtime vote.
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Here is what the faceless look like by the way and new cards!  
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Brocola HP: 5/5 Satiation: 4 -> 5 Bile: 0 Memory: Specialized Soapmaking Science Brocola felt very torn. On one hand, there were a lot of human bodies around. And soaps needed fats...she had never made soap with human fat before. Maybe it would have special powers. But on the other hand, the Cleric was nearly dead, and her forces were in disarray. If they could overtake the humans before they got back to the village...hm. She wondered how Cleric fat would work in soap, and if she'd be able to get any. She could ask Sproggle for some pigments to use as coloring and... Yes. That would be so much fun. Time to go for broke! Push on the heels of the farmers! Finish them!
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People were curious about the heights of everything, so I thought I'd chart it out From Left to Right, A Cobbold, A Human male, An Elf male, An Orc Female.
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Coal HP: 5/5 Satiation: 1 -> 2 Bile: 0 Memory: Burning Bonuses: Hyperleaf (1use) Coal had a great many eyes so sparing one to keep an eye on Sproggle was no trouble at all. Also, he had discovered that Sproggle was the one who had painted the line that he had held so very well so he hoped they could be good friends! Now that he was knowing, and people had stopped screaming (mostly) he wondered what else he could be doing. He started gathering some wood chips from the places near the traps. A long time ago he used to burn wood chips like them in a little stone oven. He couldn't remember why he'd done that but it had made him very happy, and as long as he was keeping one of his eyes on Sproggle like Mother Magdalene said it couldn't hurt to get some chips for burning. And maybe some sticks that would be good for burning too. The humans had gone away for now, and he wasn't knowing quite enough to realize they would come back yet. Coal votes downtime, because of a lack of
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Yip HP: 5/5 Memory: Hiding Satiation: 11 -> 12 Bile: 0 Yip knew instinctually when it was time to hide, and when it was time to run. Having just completed a ritual that would last until the next downtime, it was clear the only option going forward was to attack.
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