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>>The mimic does the opposite of the whole adhesion trick, cunningly manipulating the surface of the armor to make the paint slip right off. Sam then greets the new arrivals, somewhat relieved that mimicking a boat isn't the only back up plan the group has if things turn really bad. The mimic congratulates Friday the scrivener on their excellent dick-drawing-while-upside-down-and-aerial skills, mentioning that they're trying to get better at the basics and asking for a few pointers at some stage on literacy based stuff. >>With the moment of drama now over the walking set of armor goes about using their mechanical mimicry to continue reinforcing the camp - building up barricades and trenches on the remaining unprotected sides. >>When that's finished they'll ask Tonje if she can possibly give some lessons about tinkering in their down time, figuring it's worth a shot. If she's too busy or unwilling then Sam won't push and instead focus on studying the books that they brought along until it's time for their watch for the evening.
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SniperWoreConverse posted:The boat guys completely disregard you and instead floor it gently caress you guys i spent 8 hours mspainting that dick so you have to look at it on this page too. Stoner Sloth posted:>>The mimic does the opposite of the whole adhesion trick, cunningly manipulating the surface of the armor to make the paint slip right off. Sam then greets the new arrivals, somewhat relieved that mimicking a boat isn't the only back up plan the group has if things turn really bad. The mimic congratulates Friday the scrivener on their excellent dick-drawing-while-upside-down-and-aerial skills, mentioning that they're trying to get better at the basics and asking for a few pointers at some stage on literacy based stuff. Friday begins getting everyone's accounts of what happened yesterday and goes over how to make ink and poo poo like that but it seems like he might just be bullshitting you. He writes all this down and asks for detailed descriptions of the scorpions and stuff. Alfredo goes and helps Olly & Tonje map the island and they get half of it squared away. The camp is at 50 reinforcement and if you wanna get any more secure you'll have to figure something out like convince Nalini to move to somewhere safer or somehow find stone to build a better wall or whatever. Night is falling and you guys may wanna figure out the patrols situation. The baby tier archeologists are too weak and helpless to do it, Clancy and Goran are too busy cooking, and the "professionals" are planning with Nalini on how tomorrow is going to go.
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>> John Smith is eager to be away from the wizard. If the camp's delectable baby archeologists can't do a guard, then he may just know a guy. John heads out into the woods to look for any of the cool animals he's in good with - jackals, vultures, centipedes, that breed of tiny wolves that likes to piss on stuff a lot, dark grey seagulls, a few others he forgets. John aint know for sure who's around because he aint sure where he's even at. But he puts out the call. Any such creatures around he can chat em up, get em to do stuff like guard the place, be his eyes, etc. He can bribe em with this gnarly powder he's now taken to rubbing into his tear ducts.
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>>Sam will take any of the patrols - if no one else is volunteering first the mimic will step up. >>Sam will spend the rest of the time reading, getting a bit of sleep and having some food.
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>> Rozalin reaches up to pop the crick out of her neck from her well-aimed dunking while wandering back to camp. Honestly, she ain't even mad - more impressed really. She lights her kushpipe with her thumb and takes a hit, bellowing out a nice thick haze of smog, letting it envelope her in a cushy kushy cloud. >> After her break, she'll continue following the nerds unless boxboy took that job, in which case she'll patrol the other way.
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"Tog good with take first watch or patroll again.: He says to the others. "Tog can go faster with holy paladin mount" the camera cuts to a mule covered in ill-fitting plate, who then farts "Tog gotta say, he not see what big deal is bout dis place. Da bugs were big, but dats it." he shrugs
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sure okay posted:>> John Smith is eager to be away from the wizard. If the camp's delectable baby archeologists can't do a guard, then he may just know a guy. John heads out into the woods to look for any of the cool animals he's in good with - jackals, vultures, centipedes, that breed of tiny wolves that likes to piss on stuff a lot, dark grey seagulls, a few others he forgets. you're able to recruit merely a light grey seagull and everyone else starts patrolling just in case monsters come out. It gets real foggy tonight, which deadens the sound, and smells weird. what a lovely night to have a curse https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-HUwLA57paU  Large mutant fish as big as pony are quietly approaching the camp!
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>> Rozalin staves off the burly fog with one of her own as she enjoys a quiet puff on her kushpipe in the cool still night. She's been batting at a seagull for a couple of hours that's been trying to snatch her piece when something slick catches the eerie moonlight out the corner of her eye. >> She exhales one last puff at the gull and puts away the pipe, readying her weapon to earn her keep, heat welling up inside just itching to burst forth. Rozz listens to the marshy ground where the beast trundles, hearing the squishes and pops, and tastes the air with her forked tongue, sight alone would do her no good tonight. Victim Aquired. >> Acknowledging the abilities absorbed to ambush aquatic abberations, she leaps off one of the fortifications and aims her mace at one of it's weak points, the spinal vertebrae, with a righteous good morningstar!
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>>To form a thing as simple as an eye is a complexity beyond the reckoning of most, complex enough to draw false analogues with watches left lying out on the heath. >>It's really so much simpler to collapse your surface form, let tendrils spread out and burrow down beneath the soft, warm sand into the sea and take in the brine from the waves. Nor is it much more complex to filter the salt from it, creating quite pure water which you can absorb into a gourd like structure only to pop up like garden sprinklers and spray that purified water at the gills of the beasts in question. >>Now there are technical reasons that fresh water fish don't do well if you chuck them into the sea, and more importantly in this case vice versa, but a vital thing to note is that it's probably not great for an animal to receive such a sudden, physiologically unexpected shock to their osmoregulatory system. >>Perhaps purely by coincidence, this is exactly what Sam does - branching out beneath the ground surface like a honey mushroom on steroids before attempting to poison the creatures with purified water. Stoner Sloth fucked around with this message at 15:55 on Oct 22, 2020 |
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Tog awakens from his prayers (which mostly consists of him imagining himself beating on smaller things with his club) when he hears the sickening wet flop of the mutant sea life approach his helpless nerds. He rushes over to Murphy and mounts up, and as the mule charges towards the nearest fish he summons holy troll-god power (he farts on his club) and uses a 1/day paladin smite!
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clockwork chaos posted:>> Rozalin staves off the burly fog with one of her own as she enjoys a quiet puff on her kushpipe in the cool still night. She's been batting at a seagull for a couple of hours that's been trying to snatch her piece when something slick catches the eerie moonlight out the corner of her eye. rolling surgical strike... -17 the layers of fish slime slog off from one of the creatures, but it's otherwise not hurt Stoner Sloth posted:>>To form a thing as simple as an eye is a complexity beyond the reckoning of most, complex enough to draw false analogues with watches left lying out on the heath. it seems... happy. The glistening slime coat is rejuvenated. Hipster Occultist posted:Tog awakens from his prayers (which mostly consists of him imagining himself beating on smaller things with his club) when he hears the sickening wet flop of the mutant sea life approach his helpless nerds. rolling  ... 9, plus the fish critically fails.You feel the ANCIENT STRENGTH OF YOUR ANCESTORS flow thru your body and PULVERIZE THE FISH INTO SAUCE with ONE MIGHTY BLOW. However, there are other spooky forms moving through the mist... you can hear the wall creaking while the the hapless archeologists slumber...
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>>Sam adjusts their strategy since the water clearly didn't work, reforming up into a mobile suit of armor they shout loudly to wake the group of archaeologists and others. >>And then they shift their hands into long hooked metal scythe blades like a sort of humanoid praying mantis, moving to defend the group from whatever spooky shapes come near enough to strike.
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rolling yell... 6 the weird mist dampens the sound and they don't hear you. Whatever weird creatures they are they stay away from you and continue to mess with the wall. As an enthusiastic beast huntin' sea monster wrangler Roz know the slime coat is easily disrupted and once it's off much of their defense will be taken away. Their mysterious monster goals are unknown but it's probably something to do with eating everyone.
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>> Rozalin lets her frustration mount, feeding it into her fiery aura until it blazes like a beacon in the misty night. Smelly took care of this one, but >> Her tongue flicks out again, that disgusting slimy smell, a different foul odor than the troll, easily gives away that there are more friends to make tonight. Suddenly like a shooting star across the night, she's in the air careening towards more fishbeasts - her mistake last time was starting near the back. Not this time no - she stares into those yellow glowing orbs, seeing it see her as she comes crashing down with flaming spiked death upon it's gross face
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>>One of Sam's bladearms is replaced with a loud metal bell which the mimic starts to ring loudly as possible. Meanwhile they also collect up the salt still stored in their body from purifying the water, starting to draw in a large quantity of air as they approach the wall. >>The mimic noticed that the water replaced the creatures slimy coating... so maybe salt might dry it out? At least this is their reasoning as they draw close to some of the creatures attacking the wall and exhale the fine powered salt in a large cloud at the beasts.
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Man if the creatures wanna eat then John Smith can hook them UP. John has a bag holding dedicated entirely to rotten meat of various animals - cow, pig, gorilla, werebat, long pig, various fish and mermaids, whatever. All of it just mixed together over the years. John dumps about half of it near the creatures, with a dash of scorpoison mixed in.
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sure okay posted:Man if the creatures wanna eat then John Smith can hook them UP. Rolling something offal.... 17 There's a schlorping sound as the fish creatures feast greedily clockwork chaos posted:>> Rozalin lets her frustration mount, feeding it into her fiery aura until it blazes like a beacon in the misty night. Smelly took care of this one, but Rolling doom... -1 The monster lurches away at the absolute last second Stoner Sloth posted:>>One of Sam's bladearms is replaced with a loud metal bell which the mimic starts to ring loudly as possible. Meanwhile they also collect up the salt still stored in their body from purifying the water, starting to draw in a large quantity of air as they approach the wall. Rolling for whom the bell tolls... 7 it tolls for three. The sound fails to wake anyone up and the monsters begin to lurch towards you grotesquely You attempt to mimic a desalination plant but it's way too complicated and instead the fish are all over chomping on you viciously 12, 30 it's super painful and their raggedy fish teeth are totally scraping your face it's extremely gruesome and horrifying 5/7 hp
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Tog places a green hand on Murphy's forehead and closes his own eyes, letting his mind detach from its corporeal shell and intermingle with the Equus beneath. Calling upon his own extensive knowledge of all donkeys and donkey-like creatures, he navigates the labyrinth of Murphy's mind until he reaches the speech centre of the Mule's brain. From there, he projects feelings of intense alarm and attempts to amplify the mule's natural braying into a deafening crescendo, hopefully waking all the dumb idiot baby nerd archaeologists so they can retreat from the battle line. With that done, he kicks Murphy into a gallop and charges to Sam's side, ready his club and belching a taunt at the weird creepy monsters attacking the Mimic. Hipster Occultist fucked around with this message at 01:45 on Oct 24, 2020 |
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>>Sam staggers back a little, clearly in some agony, but grimaces through the pain and takes defensive action. The suit of armor expands, becoming a large solid steel sphere with vicious spikes protruding from it - attempting to stab the enemies closest to it while also improving their own defenses - being careful not to hit Murphy or Tog as they come to the mimics aid.
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Hipster Occultist posted:Tog places a green hand on Murphy's forehead and closes his own eyes, letting his mind detach from its corporeal shell and intermingle with the Equus beneath. Calling upon his own extensive knowledge of all donkeys and donkey-like creatures, he navigates the labyrinth of Murphy's mind until he reaches the speech centre of the Mule's brain. From there, he projects feelings of intense alarm and attempts to amplify the mule's natural braying into a deafening crescendo, hopefully waking all the dumb idiot baby nerd archaeologists so they can retreat from the battle line. rolling  ... 10lanterns in the camp start flaring up The vile fish-things are immune to all belches, however they look kinda sick. THey look sick nasty but they also look like they ate something real real bad Stoner Sloth posted:>>Sam staggers back a little, clearly in some agony, but grimaces through the pain and takes defensive action. The suit of armor expands, becoming a large solid steel sphere with vicious spikes protruding from it - attempting to stab the enemies closest to it while also improving their own defenses - being careful not to hit Murphy or Tog as they come to the mimics aid. -1 they slog between the spikes without injury
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>> Again and again her tactics fail Try as she might to no avail Instead of a leap that ends in a heap She'll swing at the fish's tail
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-20 and they crit rolling chomp 3, 6 the ravenous fishtrocities bite and gnaw at you ferociously 4/7 hp also tog is 6/7 from the last fight also the fish monsters begin to slow down and the barf up all the rancid meat and die Battle over loot is 3 rank rear end poisonous mutant fish carcasses Nalini comes out with a couple people just in time to see you guys victoriously full party wipe the monsters "Goddamn, maybe we should move camp tomorrow. What do you guys think?" Friday prods one of the monsters with a boot. "Yeah maybe." He frowns and starts writing poo poo down in his log.
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>>The mimic shrinks back down to being a suit of armor rather than a spiked metal sphere, looking over the battle site a moment before opening up the helmet of the armor and reaching inside to draw some potions out of the chest they purchased back in Xoma - offering them to the injured in order to be healed for whatever comes next where necessary. This probably just means Roz and the mimic themself given the troll's rapid healing abilities. >>Sam responds to Nalini "Up to you, I can try to further reinforce the place but it does seem like a lot of monsters come through here so if you'd prefer to move we'll assist with that." - displaying no strong preference and leaving it up to rest to make a decision, happy enough to support whatever is decided.
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>> Rozalin launches her mace into camp in a frustrated tantrum and stomps off. Red-hot scales up her arms glow with an unquenched rage as she leaves smoldering footprints away from the camp and into the wilderness. >> She intends to spend the next couple of hours ripping trees out of the ground and suplexing boulders, things to let off some steam.
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my character wanders into camp from the woods while reading a newspaper then builds a fire and tries to cook the fish monster
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Tog grunts in response to Nalini's comment. "Maybe, but maybe other place worse, also Tog not really want to make spike wall again." He shrugs. "If other git go find better spot den Tog guess he can pack up wall, but Tog not want to go look for new place. Tog bad at forest stuff, more comfortable in swamps." As he says this, Tog remembers that one of his troll skills is that he Heals Real Fast, and hopes his flesh wounds start knitting back together soon.
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redm posted:my character wanders into camp from the woods while reading a newspaper then builds a fire and tries to cook the fish monster >>The mimic waves to redm and does caution "That meat is poisoned, not sure if it's the kind of thing that can be cooked out of it." but over all seems pleased that the group might have another member to call on. >>Sam drinks a healing potion, saving one for Roz should she decide she needs it when she returns. The mimic offers "I don't mind doing the work to reinforce a new camp, by myself it might be a bit slow but provided the others can guard the place and anyone doing exploration it should be relatively simple. Have the mapping efforts so far revealed any secure locations?" they suggest, wanting to see the maps that have been made so far of the island to try and both memorize them and see if there's anywhere that jumps out as being relatively safe or easy to protect.
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clockwork chaos posted:>> Rozalin launches her mace into camp in a frustrated tantrum and stomps off. Red-hot scales up her arms glow with an unquenched rage as she leaves smoldering footprints away from the camp and into the wilderness. rolling rampage ...1, you critically fail Roz stomps into the forest without regard to anything and goes into the unmapped zone. In a rage she throws a bigass rock randomly and it smashes into an overgrown stele, busting it into pieces and knocking it over. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UWw-m1ww2So underneath is a grimy stairwell that descends into the earth. This is exactly the type of poo poo the whole expedition is looking for, but you also smashed the poo poo outta it. Rolling perception... 4 It's a busted hunk of hewn stone and some steps, that's all. redm posted:my character wanders into camp from the woods while reading a newspaper then builds a fire and tries to cook the fish monster The camp cooks are not going for this and think it's a bad idea, but they'll let you do it as long as you don't mess up their cookware. They give you some wood skewers to roast em on. Hipster Occultist posted:Tog grunts in response to Nalini's comment. You'll easily be healed by tomorrow and don't need to rest much to get your hps back, but if you wanna have like battle regen you gotta put more skill ups in it Stoner Sloth posted:>>The mimic waves to redm and does caution "That meat is poisoned, not sure if it's the kind of thing that can be cooked out of it." but over all seems pleased that the group might have another member to call on. not really, there's a couple places that would be good for a camp but not anything really impregnable. They're further away from the ocean is all.
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>>Sam points out the locations that they see as being defensible on the map to Nalini and leaves it up to her to decide - on the one hand moving from the ocean might be a good idea, on the other hand that might make it harder to leave if the group needs to suddenly go. >>When the mimic has some down time they'll continue reading up on tinkering, hoping to get some measure of skill in this to help should we need to explore anywhere with traps and or locks.
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i'm gonna call it as books work the same as like workbenches and stuff, you can get a bonus if you're using that skill in noncombat but you can't just get a skill outta the book
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>> Rozalin fumes back to camp, still pissed as all hell. She busies herself looking for her morningstar, wherever it ended up, and also some food. Smashing poo poo is hungry work.
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>>Diplomatically waiting until Roz has something to eat, Sam sidles on over and says "Can be dangerous wandering by yourself, especially as we don't have the whole place mapped. Did you get attacked or find anything interesting?" to the dragonperson.
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my character takes note of what sam said about the meat being poisonous and tries to isolate some of its venom to coat the tips of his arrows with being careful not to mess up any of the cookware in the process
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Oct 26, 2020 01:41
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clockwork chaos posted:>> Rozalin fumes back to camp, still pissed as all hell. She busies herself looking for her morningstar, wherever it ended up, and also some food. Smashing poo poo is hungry work. You find it stuck in a tree no problem redm posted:my character takes note of what sam said about the meat being poisonous and tries to isolate some of its venom to coat the tips of his arrows with being careful not to mess up any of the cookware in the process The cookware is fine and you're able to get three vials of stank meat drippings
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Stoner Sloth posted:>>Diplomatically waiting until Roz has something to eat, Sam sidles on over and says "Can be dangerous wandering by yourself, especially as we don't have the whole place mapped. Did you get attacked or find anything interesting?" to the dragonperson. >> Rozalin is half-tempted to just chuck this chatterbox into a fuckin' fire, although she knows he'd probably morph into something to escape. She doesn't know if this counts for or against burning but ultimately decides, due to contractual obligations, to let it slide. >> "Soak this info through your bleedin' membrane, there ain't nothing tougher than me on this godsforsaken island." She casually flips him the bird and grabs a hunk of pre-salted meat. Laying the meat on her open palm, it begins to sizzle and crackle as it gets flash seared from her rage. She turns it over twice, then swallows the whole greasy thing in one bite, letting the juices drip from her maw. Then out comes the trusty kushpipe, she's really been burning through the stuff. >> "yeah i dunno, wasn't really looking for poo poo, mainly throwing poo poo." chew chew chew "trees. boulders. I think there might've been stairs? eh" chew chew belch
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clockwork chaos posted:>> Rozalin is half-tempted to just chuck this chatterbox into a fuckin' fire, although she knows he'd probably morph into something to escape. She doesn't know if this counts for or against burning but ultimately decides, due to contractual obligations, to let it slide. >>Sam considers before replying, in their typically guarded, unemotional tones, "If you say so. I'd prefer we don't find out through a lack of preparation though. In any case let's keep thing professional, shall we? They're paying us to do this job so we might as well do it well enough to get future recommendations." >>Considering the rest of the dragonperson's response a moment the mimic adds "Stairs? Do you remember where you might have seen them?", clearly curious about it but taking time to allow Roz to settle herself down with some dank nugs.
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my character dips a pen into one of the vials of stank meat drippings and tries to draw a circle with a capital letter A in the center of it on a page of his journal, chuckling to himself and jotting down lyrics to dead kennedy songs underneath it and one of those cool S things with the sharp corners too
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rolling arcane writing... 31 the book is infused with powerful stank energies and takes on an ominous aspect
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"... oh drat lol" my character shuts his journal and holds it up, examining the cover. stank meat vapors roll to the ground from its pages. "hell yea thats that funky poo poo!" my character pulls out his melodica and starts playing flashlight by parliament
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Tog considers the corpses of the mutant fish for a little too long, before finally deciding that they're probably inedible for even someone like him. His iron stomach has its limits. After the area is secured, Tog circles the area on Murphy's back, looking for any enemies they may have missed. He returns to camp and begins to pray again, should he not find anything.
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