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my character absent mindedly strolls back to the wagon none-the-wiser, having stepped away long enough to enroll and graduate from bard college during the confrontation. he climbs onto the back of the mule and toots a few notes on the melodica. a glowing aura briefly beams from each member of the party. "I guess I'm a bard, now. That school told me this melodica does magic stuff, but I can't remember what. Is that an angry mob? Should we leave?"
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redm posted:my character absent mindedly strolls back to the wagon none-the-wiser, having stepped away long enough to enroll and graduate from bard college during the confrontation. he climbs onto the back of the mule and toots a few notes on the melodica. a glowing aura briefly beams from each member of the party. Carlina pipes up in a spritely voice with, "They're piqued, I dunno why, buncha savages can't appreciate our superior culture, we oughta hit the road." A single bead of sweat from the encounter makes it's way down her brow, to her neck, before plunging into her ample catgirl cleavage.
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SniperWoreConverse posted:alright so what like pick some locks maybe Yeah pretty much. Extra dice in dumb situations, mess stuff up because I can't read, but luck into the correct result anyhow.
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Oct 5, 2020 00:29
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>> Rozalin figures continuing on the trail until nightfall is the best plan for now - get some distance between them and the town, in case some of those toughs decide to come 'round and start poo poo. Sucks that she wasn't able to pick up some more smokables, but she'll live.
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redm posted:my character absent mindedly strolls back to the wagon none-the-wiser, having stepped away long enough to enroll and graduate from bard college during the confrontation. he climbs onto the back of the mule and toots a few notes on the melodica. a glowing aura briefly beams from each member of the party.  Mr.Pibbleton posted:Carlina pipes up in a spritely voice with, "They're piqued, I dunno why, buncha savages can't appreciate our superior culture, we oughta hit the road." A single bead of sweat from the encounter makes it's way down her brow, to her neck, before plunging into her ample catgirl cleavage. You guys will probably be fine but you're still injured. Maybe it'd be better to heal up on the road... clockwork chaos posted:>> Rozalin figures continuing on the trail until nightfall is the best plan for now - get some distance between them and the town, in case some of those toughs decide to come 'round and start poo poo. Sucks that she wasn't able to pick up some more smokables, but she'll live. You guys continue on and Carlina is up to 4/5 hp at the end of the next day  before you make it to the next town, howerver, you hear the sounds of scuttling in the underbrush near the camp. Maybe it's monsters? Maybe it's just night birds? Maybe it's some creep? Doesn't sound good...
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Oct 5, 2020 01:56
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>> Rozalin struggles to wake up, the cold deserty air making her sluggish. She stretches and peeks out of the girls' tent, the only tent they own, to see what the noise is. Breathing fire onto her hand and holding her fist aloft, she uses it as a makeshift torch in the dark. >> "who was on guard duty tonight? fuckin' layabouts." Roz mutters quietly, not remembering if it was her turn or not.
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Oct 5, 2020 02:37
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rolling perception... -5 nothing unusual, go back to sleep.
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my character sits far enough away from camp to not disturb the others and attempts to start a small fire for warmth. he collects some dry brush and strikes a flintstone against the tip of an arrow bolt. I guess I'll roll for this. d20 = (20) = 20 Well... uh a shower of sparks ignites the brush instantly. my character piles on some normal wood and uses the mouthpiece of the melodica to stoke the flames, bringing it to a nice toasty glow. pulling himself into his sleeping bag, he starts to draw various sigils in his notebook. sporadically, he every-so-often plays a tone from the melodica. the sigils emit a radiant glow from the pages, changing colors as the pitches shift. my character repeats this process while taking notes for several hours while the rest of the party recovers from their epic battle with the town of dulcimer.
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Oct 5, 2020 03:30
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redm did crit a roll but i dunno what the goal is so uh this was accomplished perfectly apparently if there's any creatures out and about they don't notice that you're part of the party tonite
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Oct 5, 2020 03:47
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Carlina cautiously steps out of the tent, her katana drawn, ready for whatever may come her way. The cool night air causes her skin to get goosebumps, and ruffle the smooth translucent silk of her sleeping negligee across her creamy thighs.
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Oct 5, 2020 06:02
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I still have a handfull of mud if anyone wants some, and a shiny rapeir, yey, also, after my usual rolling around in rubbish, I have a mutton bone and some kind of blobby springy stuff. I'll spend the night affixing the gloop to my peice of wood and find a few stones that will fit nicely into the bone, as i'l tie it to my belt as a makeshift scabbard.
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Oct 5, 2020 10:22
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>>It's hard to tell if Sam is awake or even if mimics sleep exactly - as a species used to sitting in one spot waiting to ambush others for extremely lengthy periods. Fortunately they have taken some precautions of their own - forming many small eyes all around the wagon structure, each of which has very large pupils to let in more light than a human eye would and hopefully provide somewhat better night vision. >>This is a secondary precaution because beneath the wagon a series of tendrils have been formed and burrowed to a shallow depth beneath the ground, snaking their way around the surrounding area like monstrous tree roots or fungal hyphae as they spread out - each of them equipped with the ability to sense vibrations and pick up noise so that any approach other than by air might well be felt or heard before whatever makes it is able to draw too close to the group.
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Oct 5, 2020 11:28
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>> Roz shrugs, blows out her torch-hand and walks back to the tent. Noticing that others are stirring, she figures one of 'em will let her know if something happens. She crawls back into her sleepy bag and drifts off to sleep again.
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Oct 5, 2020 11:42
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 Tog, Son of Tog, who was begat by Tog, who was whelped by Tog, and so on for about forty generations Race = Troll Skills - Is like, real strong - heals super quick - weaponized odors a loud, wet popping sound is heard from the nearby bushes, and even the ground shakes a little roughly a minute later the sounds of someone that desperately needs a cpap machine can also heard. Also, it kinda smells like several diseased rabbits just died
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Oct 5, 2020 13:19
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>>Sam is fortunately spared the worst of Tog's approach since the mimic neglected to form any olfactory organs, a lucky thing in hindsight. The mimic isn't the best at distinguishing between different humanoids - finding it much easier to pick out even seemingly invisible details in inanimate objects or recognizing other shapeshifters regardless of their form - but is fairly certain that the approaching being is a new arrival. >>Sensing the troll's heavy footed approach a couple of tendrils reach out to silently wake up other party members, if any of them are asleep, but the creature in the shape of a wagon doesn't attempt to confront or hinder Tog from approaching.
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Stoner Sloth posted:>>Sensing the troll's heavy footed approach a couple of tendrils reach out to silently wake up other party members, if any of them are asleep >> Rozzy feels a tug on her tail, and slaps at it bleary-eyed. She recognizes the rapidly retreating pseudopod and squints. "Oh for fucks sake, i just got back to sleep, what is it now? Wait... what the gently caress?" >> She pokes her head out the tent and vents hot air into the cool deserty night, "which one a ya oafs smells like poo poo?"
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Hipster Occultist posted:
Frigg is well known for one of their legendary heroic founders being a troll wizard, so it makes sense the company would send one to help escort the package. Also trolls count as Real Big so a regular sized sword counts as a shortsword and a 2-hander counts as a regular sword staberind posted:I still have a handfull of mud if anyone wants some, and a shiny rapeir, yey, also, after my usual rolling around in rubbish, I have a mutton bone and some kind of blobby springy stuff. this works about as well as can be expected. +1 garbage tier scabbard Stoner Sloth posted:>>It's hard to tell if Sam is awake or even if mimics sleep exactly - as a species used to sitting in one spot waiting to ambush others for extremely lengthy periods. Fortunately they have taken some precautions of their own - forming many small eyes all around the wagon structure, each of which has very large pupils to let in more light than a human eye would and hopefully provide somewhat better night vision. Mr.Pibbleton posted:Carlina cautiously steps out of the tent, her katana drawn, ready for whatever may come her way. The cool night air causes her skin to get goosebumps, and ruffle the smooth translucent silk of her sleeping negligee across her creamy thighs.  3 + your preparations critically fail! for how could you possibly know that scuttling sound was actually  a flock of spooky doom bats! they descend on the group and start totally loving poo poo up like wrecking the tents and poo poo, they're stealing your food, one tries to take a burning branch outta the fire, there's like 12 working together trying to steal the mule and fly away with it!
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>>Flying creatures were always a weakness in the mimics monitoring strategy but not an entirely unanticipated one on Sam's behalf it seems. The network of tendrils spread out shallowly through the ground now take on a new role - some of them swiftly breaking their way up through the soil in a number of places to target several of the bats. >>As they do the exposed surface of the active pseudopods grows that same adhesive adaptations as employed earlier and hungry mouths with filled with razor sharp teeth forming at the ends of them as they race up to try to target some of the bats attacking the mule first as the attempt to feast on, or at least adhere to, their intended victims.
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Oct 5, 2020 18:24
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my character returns to camp and swings his bat at the bats
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>> "oh." Rozalin gets fired up and lets off a little steam by launching claws first at the flurry of flying furred foes. >> "Everything about tonight is pissing. me. off!!" A fireball of scales, talons, and swears meet the bats as they picked the wrong loving campsite
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Oct 5, 2020 18:38
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Carlina springs into action, swinging her blade in a furious bertwerker barrage at the spooky doom bats trying to abscond with the mule! Each blow sends shockwaves down her arms to her heaving breasts making them jiggle and sway, the edges of her areolas constantly being exposed in her clinging silk negligee.
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Stoner Sloth posted:>>Flying creatures were always a weakness in the mimics monitoring strategy but not an entirely unanticipated one on Sam's behalf it seems. The network of tendrils spread out shallowly through the ground now take on a new role - some of them swiftly breaking their way up through the soil in a number of places to target several of the bats. rolling weird tentacle attack... 30 You're able to drive the bats away from the mule and gently caress them up good. There's still a crap ton of them tho. redm posted:my character returns to camp and swings his bat at the bats rolling babe ruth... 18 You blindside some and knock them out of the park. There's even less but it's still basically a swarm clockwork chaos posted:>> "oh." Rozalin gets fired up and lets off a little steam by launching claws first at the flurry of flying furred foes. rolling broiling... 1 you're also able to totally gently caress up these creepshow bats but there's so many it's hard to not hit em. Mr.Pibbleton posted:Carlina springs into action, swinging her blade in a furious bertwerker barrage at the spooky doom bats trying to abscond with the mule! Each blow sends shockwaves down her arms to her heaving breasts making them jiggle and sway, the edges of her areolas constantly being exposed in her clinging silk negligee. rolling rage... 23 the remaining bats near the mule and your stuff are chopped in half there's a low angle shot where ur tits and rear end are like slightly in frame and the bats just fall apart gory horrorshow style You guys have savagely brutalized these hellbatstards but there still are a few which remain one group swoops Carlina ... 7 They rip at her clothes and scratch her, 3/5 hp the other attacks Rozalin ...3 They get a few nasty bites in before getting roasted by the heat. 4/5 hp There's only a few bats left but they're not going away and are gonna keep trying to eat you guys, even though they probably won't be able to.
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Oct 5, 2020 19:50
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my character plays toccata and fugue in d minor
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>> Rozz grabs a crispy bat and takes a big honkin' bite out of it like Ozzie, and chews loudly - her aura still blazing, taunting the nocturnal creatures. To drive it home, her other hand is preoccupied with flipping off the other bats.
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Oct 5, 2020 20:09
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"Kyaah!" Carlina cries as the bats shred her clothes, swinging her sword at the bats one handed while the other desperately clutches silk threads failing to save her modesty and you know that cooter is totally shaved.
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>>The mimic, still chewing on several of the bats from the first wave of attacks, thrashes out with its tendrils again - attempting to snare more of the creatures.
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Oct 5, 2020 20:43
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redm posted:my character plays toccata and fugue in d minor https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ho9rZjlsyYY ...10 suddenly seems extremely Baroque out here clockwork chaos posted:>> Rozz grabs a crispy bat and takes a big honkin' bite out of it like Ozzie, and chews loudly - her aura still blazing, taunting the nocturnal creatures. To drive it home, her other hand is preoccupied with flipping off the other bats. rolling taunt... 8 the teeming swarm of flappers is attracted by the music and you being a jerk, and some get scorched Mr.Pibbleton posted:"Kyaah!" Carlina cries as the bats shred her clothes, swinging her sword at the bats one handed while the other desperately clutches silk threads failing to save her modesty and you know that cooter is totally shaved. Stoner Sloth posted:>>The mimic, still chewing on several of the bats from the first wave of attacks, thrashes out with its tendrils again - attempting to snare more of the creatures. The bats swoop in and around spookily while you guys desperately fight them in time with the music. Then they suddenly swarm up into the sky and across the full moon like a diseased vein and other bleak and horrifying metaphors. They're gone. Battle over Loot is 16 bat wings But the bats have completely ruined your camping stuff! Without this you can't get good rest and heal up out in the wilderness so until you come up with a replacement Carlina is stuck at 3/5 hp and Roz at 4/5. Luckily the next town is only a couple days off and you can probably trade the bat chunks for new camp stuff there.
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Tog looks a little sad. He'd been working up one of his patented AoE belch attacks to kill the swarm of bats, but his new companions killed them all before the various bits of roadkill floating in his stomach could truly do their work. All he can manage is a mournful-sounding squeaker, and he weakly waves at the group as he introduces himself. "Da bigwigs from Frigg send Tog to help wit da do-thing. Dey forgot to tell yous dat lotta black sky rats round here. Maybe Tog not shoulda stopped to eat dat dead raccoon earlier..." he mumbles, trailing off
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>> I know it sounds ridiculous, but Rozzy can feel emotions beside frustration and impatience. Tonight is not one of those nights, however - she lets out a short roar to calm down and stares at the beaten and broken tent and supplies. >> "the box!" She flips around quickly, sparks flying off as her aura dwindles and she breathes a sigh of relief. At least the trek so far hasn't been for naught. "We're awake, our tent's busted - i fuckin' hate the cold but does anyone wanna just press on or nah? If we try to salvage the camp I'm sleeping upwind of you fucks." clockwork chaos fucked around with this message at 00:25 on Oct 6, 2020 |
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>>Sam swiftly retracts the bat killing tendrils, still munching down the last noisily and forms a mouth on the front of the wagon. The mimic speaks up, firstly to say "Hi Tog." and then after a brief pause to let Roz's anger wane a little the mimic adds "Ah... if it'd help I can be a house or whatever when we need to camp? Least until we get to the next town I mean."
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anybody read that horror story "house that jack built?" i think it was in an ancient issue of weird tales or something like that
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"Maybe not good idea to live in talking box that can eat you" Tog says, while idly scratching his butt. "Maybe should just walk until we get to new town and buy new tents." "no offense to talking box" he says, hurriedly
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>>A very kind old man comes shuffling out of the dark woods, very kindly. "I see you're having trouble there" he says very sanely, pointing at the busted tent, "My name is John Smith!" Um hello my 3 skills are, - Im a very good healer - An even better dream therapist - Does not eat people Here is my pic, please be nice. I have a Condition.
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Hipster Occultist posted:"Maybe not good idea to live in talking box that can eat you" Tog says, while idly scratching his butt. "Maybe should just walk until we get to new town and buy new tents." >> "Can't believe I'm agreeing with Smelly here, but he makes a good point. Besides, you're holding the cargo, that's the important job." Rozalin pulls out one of her last few cigars and lights it with a small thumb flame, taking a drag. She exhales wistfully into the cold desert night and mutters, "what the gently caress am I doing with my life."
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>>The mimic falls quiet for just long enough to seem like they have taken offense but then laughs and replies "No offense taken, I make it a rule never to eat people who are coworkers... but I do understand your apprehension. In any case we should get moving, this doesn't seem the safest place to camp." >>"Oh yeah, I'm Sam by the way." the wagon adds by way of introduction to the latecomers.
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sure okay posted:>>A very kind old man comes shuffling out of the dark woods, very kindly. truely, they think of everything  2 nights of sleeping on rocks under the stars and you guys make it to  The sleepy mountain town of Passwall The guards wish to inspect you guys for CRIMINAL CONTRIBAND before you enter, tho.
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Tog doesn't know what criminal contraband is, but he's afraid he might have some and thus be denied entry into the town. After slyly (not at all really, its p obvious) motioning to his companions to hold their noses, he clenches and unleashes a knockout gas fart on the guards
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rolling flatulence... -39 & you critically fail Not only are the guards are completely unaffected, it's deff not silent but deadly.  "Jesus dude you're not gonna be ripping rear end all over town are you?" "I'm pretty sure he's gonna be shidding & farting." "Yeah man you need to get the gently caress outta here. The rest of those guys are fine but man you got to go." The guards wave everyone else through but won't let Tog enter the town under any circumstance. This kinda sucks a lot because the town completely fills up the pass between the mountains and there's no obvious way across without going through town.
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Clearly we need to cobble together some kind of disguise for Tog, the more homoerotic, the better. There could be a specialty shop for that in town!
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>> Rozz shrugs, "good enough for me," and walks into town with the mimicwagon. Her main goal is to sell the bat remains and purchase more camping supplies if available, then ask around for odd jobs and hopefully not get mugged again.
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