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  The Flights of Fancy. They are your fellow students, but not ones that you ever considered inviting into your team, so to speak. Not the kind of people that you thought you'd ever fear. Yet, back when you had your fight for the ball, they kicked your asses, hard. It would almost be infuriating, if not for the fact that now you have them in the palm of your hand.  Where are your smiles now? Where is your lilting song? Why do you slow down? Has the boulder you push grown heavier here in it's home, under the earth? Are you worried for the scouts that never came back? Surely you know that they are merely tied up somewhere. Do the sounds of crumbling earth worry you? Well. You should hurry up then, you have already wasted hours.   Haha, look them run. You've got the cart crew real spooked! All of them are pushing on in panic! Oh whoops, they got the right direction by accident. They are coming for your Sanctum, and fast! Oh no. You barely managed to make it back in before them. No more time to prepare! They'll break in right n- No wait, they stopped? Right at the entrance? Based from what you can hear through the gate, several of them are freaking out, and the rest are trying to calm them down. A) Underventurers [Diff: 11] (Opp. Momentum +10)  556 vs 11d100 = 510 Victory! No Momentum for the Flights of Fancy -~x~- They are back. Again. Hnnnngghh. Each time you explain to the ashenwing riders that they are doing their raid completely wrong, they return to their fort. Then they fly back to you, having fixed the errors that you pointed out last time. They are being grateful about it. Argh! Enough is enough! Time to end this episode. Drop those butterflies down to where-    https://i.imgur.com/q6pSJSw.mp4 B) Butterflingers [Diff: 7] (Opp. Siege Point)  516 vs 7d100 = 560 Defeat! They got your Glittering Gong! +1 Siege Point to the Flights of Fancy  Your current hands are: 1 Trinique  2 Grön  3 Winnie 4 Soup  5 Spoon  6 Snööd 7 Rik  8 Brûh 9 Shumpsy  10 Hörg 11 Änna 12 Wörm  13 Bömba  14 Yväs  15 Zöd 16 Spläg 17 Yelda 18 Tangö  19 Vad   Not to scale. Or is it? Your Sanctum features: Fröman Baths Intömane Architecture Gaol Hole Switcheroo It is quite possible that your siegeball team started as a scam to get the SASGY sports department to pay you to build your own private bath house. But here you are, somehow, playing in the big events. Hah. getting to spend your penalty time soaking in a traditional hot Fröman bath is such a great idea that you can't believe no team has done it before. You went all in on your Sanctum. All in on comfort and a stylish vault aestethic. You went as far as to use old symbols believed to refer to ancient Tö and Frö, usually in the context of a blood price demanded by a Vile Mechanism. This could very well be described as hideously tasteless and that's what makes it so good. Perhaps even worse are the sick designs of General MacTönald. You have an eerie feeling that the last person to try the waterslide, hours ago, still has not come back down. Should the Flights make their way here (as they are about to do), they'll find two goal* pits waiting for them. What now, aha? Of course, the rules require that the goal be reasonably marked and reachable, to avoid the repeat of the fiasco that was the Concrete Junkies vs Törtle Troupe match. Both goals buried deep underground, in unmarked locations. The game went on for almost a month until the judges declared that they were sick of it, and that everyone involved were losers. No fear of that here, your real goal is marked, technically. All the Flights need to do is take a good, hard look to analyze the markings to make sure they've got the right one. If they don't, well, they aren't getting that ball back out. - Wake up, they are coming! A) Flight of a Ball(18d100) (Opp: Goal) 0 Momentum This is it. Your entrance explodes out in a cloud of rubble. The Flights of Fancy have crashed the ball into your very Sanctum.  Here they come in their fearsome attack formation. Do anything it takes to make sure they don't get the ball into the goal. Not the correct goal at least. But... that formation! What can you do? It has no weak points!! Nevertheless you must do something. Get on your garish fortifications. Don't let their snoopers get through and check which pit is which! Don't let them get that dirty rock into your bathwater! This is it. Stop them, and turn this game around. B) For Gong (You: Siege Point, Trophy)(Extra 3d100) The Flights of Fancy are bringing everything they've got to score this goal. All their fanciest toys. You could try to focus on seizing something neat from them. Payback for taking your gong. Maybe you can even nab a Trophy for yourself. -~x~-
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 [Using The Extreme this round.]Zöd - Sucker Punching Accoldades: 6>7 "The Fancies took something we valued (or at least, some of us did), so we need to take something from them. No one normal is so cheerful and self-confident like these idiots, so they probably have some kind of symbol or whatever boosting their morale. Or maybe one of them is just a good motivator, who knows. All I know is we need to find the source of their confidence, and shatter it in front of their faces." B: Zöd goes hög wild to find, and break, whatever is giving the Fancies their self-confidence: 1d100+18 31 "...and I'll get right on that after I'm done serving out my penalty time for 'excessive and frightening violence' or whatever it was."
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 (playing both)Deck: 5/7. Accolades: 5 As soon as the Flights of Fancy breached the inner walls, all Hürian sound seemed to empty out of the sanctum chambers, leaving only the creaking of intömane architecture and thepounding of hearts. By the goal/gaol stood Yväs in a stance full of confidence, one hand clutching his carefully prepared Villain Speech (all good dungeons needed a villain) and the other, a Lever. As he started speaking, Shumpsy crept up behind him, ever present friendly grin that much more sinister in the darkly lit interior. "Foolish Flights of Fancy." Yväs intoned with practised contempt, his trench-coat (more suitable for winter games, but Yväs was nothing if not style-concious) fluttering in the dank subterran air. "In your ignorance you assume that by breaching our sanctum you have proved yourself the superior siegeballers? Nothing could be further from the truth. To even think such just proves what idiots you are. This isn't even our final förm."  With the sacred wörds spoken, he pulled the lever, causing unseen mechanisms to shift and stir - the MacTönaldian structure taking on a life of its own even as the ball-pit trenches switched from moat to precarious plateau. This then, Yväs Magnum Öpus, the >> Surprising Shifting Sanctum<< was what he had spent all that time on, studying reams of ancient texts about mechanisms both Vile and curious, forgoing even exams for other classes in order to put his all into the outcome of this one match, using his OTHER plans being botched as a clever ruse in order to get the extra work in without anyone suspecting. In Yväs mind there was no other option, no other solution. There was only the Dungeon, and he was it's master. EXTREME Dungeoneering to Activate My Trap Card: 1d100+9+20 = 70 edit: used the wrong extreme bonus "Shumpsy, if you would do the honours?" Swedish Thaumocracy fucked around with this message at 13:01 on Nov 5, 2020 |
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 Deck: 4/7 Accolades: 5 -> 6 "Eh?" "EHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH?" "YE BASTARDS BE TRYIN' TA STEAL MY, GONG, EH!?" "THAT'S SOME REAL GANG WAR poo poo, AYE?" "YE ASKED FOR IT, BUT DON'T GO CRYIN' TA YER MOM AFTER I BEAT YER rear end!" Taking no heed of the strategies of his teammates, Hörg immediately took to a run after the fliers stole the gong, and launched himself from the Look-There Tower in an attempt to perform some mid-air grand theft butterfly. BRING BACK THAT GONG, TO THE EXTREME: 1d100+18 82
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The Flights of Fancy broke in loud and hard. The gates into your Sanctum were broken off their hinges. As soon as they did, the vanguard cast aside their battering ram and hopped up into formation, marching steadily forth to crush any defenses in the ball's path. Hammer and saw in had to cut apart the garish MacTube. "SUPPLIES!"  Assaulted from behind by Bömba the Anger Manager the pyramid was thrown off balance. Enough so to be unable to properly respond to the rest of your team attacking it with everything from tripping feet to deception and shifting architecture. The Flights of Fancy held on for what seemed impossibly long, knocking out several of your team with their destructive Bodyblow x 15, but finally, one of their numbers in the bottom row collapsed, and the rest followed in a chain reaction. It was over then and there. The Flights' plan was dust, the best they could do was escape before all of them got captured. The crew pushing the ball cart made a desperate effort to fall back and recoup, but were easily caught and relieved of their cargo. A) Flight of a Ball(18d100) [Diff: 9] (Opp: Goal) 994 vs 18d100 = 802 Victory! While the desperate Sanctum defense was taking place, some key players were missing, among them Bruh the Protein Shake Expert and a few others. They had surmised that while the opponent was giving their all to this attack, they would be leaving their own fort underprotected. A hectic trek across the Waste proved them right. They ran into no serious opposition as they climbed up the opponent's hill, approached the fort and crowbarred a side entrance open. Few more broken doors and bingo, the break room!  An opportunity to indulge in snacks and petty vandalism. No sign of the gong here, must have had been taken deeper in already. There was no time to look for it though. The forward group could hear alarmed yells echo from the corridor. Time for them to escape with their haul before the remaining defenders got their act together. B) For Gong [Diff: 9] (You: Siege Point, Trophy)(Extra 3d100) 263 vs 3d100 = 137 Victory! +1 Siege Point! Brüh has gained a Trophy: Smooth Meal!  Trophies posted:
In all the chaos, Trinique the Thief also came across something promising. A weapon, maybe, but a broken one. She would have to wait until after the match to get it properly fixed... 1 Trinique 2 Grön 3 Winnie 4 Soup  5 Spoon 6 Snööd 7 Rik 8 Brûh  9 Shumpsy 10 Hörg 11 Änna 12 Wörm 13 Bömba 14 Yväs 15 Zöd 16 Spläg 17 Yelda  18 Tangö 19 Vad   The Offense has begun. A) Filthtrawl, Goopstink [Diff: 9] (You: SP +1) It is time. The ball is in your hands. Break open the emergency exit, roll the ball out to the bluff and down into the ramp that shall launch it forth! But be wary, already the Flights of Fancy prepare vengeance. You'll need an ace in the sleeve to beat them back and keep your good thing going. Namely the Horrifying Satchels prepared by Änna the Tailor. Filled with who knows what, quaranteed to sap the sieging energies of anybody who so much as opens their eyes while near one. So, uh, try not to do that while handling them.  Grab a bag weapon and go. Fight back the Flights' defenders that are amassing by their hill! It is a horrible job, an absolutely disgusting one, but somebody has to do it if you are to break into their territory and set up your Siege Engine. B) Chill Out, Soak [Diff: 9] (You: Momentum +10) Beating back the Flights of Fancy was pretty intense. Nearly everybody's got bruises and scrapes. The atmosphere is exhausted so to speak. You could really use a break. To recharge, that is. Yeah. The water is warm and there's still tomato soup left. With a cheer somebody exclaims that the sauna did not get damaged in the fight! |
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Grön Accolade= 5>8 Team Credit 1 Hand'O'Cards Spent: - - - - ----- Grön was on a roll at this point. There was a sense that this good fortune had to come to an end, but as the streak continued that little doubting voice muttering 'hubris' became quieter and quieter. ----- Grön cracked their knuckles, rubbed their chin, and stared at the drawing board. Ideas were coming slowly, but some things were clear: One, they had to get a ball in the hole. There was no two. So, how would the team do this task?  Grön taps their pointing stick. "Fröjan Hörse, siegeball edition." "..." Cough. "We make a bunch of fake siegeballs, send them flying via our ramp outside, hollow out our real siegeball while a few of us hitch a ride inside for the flight." "When they land, the fake siegeballs rupture like giant imitation grumbus sacks mixed with a dense cloud of eye-watering smoke." "They'll be too busy panicking to deal with the real siegeball." "...Optionally, a few of us can use this big show to sneak in the judges entrance to the fort." "Technically legal, guaranteed to get some saboteurs in the fort." "It'll just be trapped if they were smart and the only ones who know what those traps are would be them and the judges." "Still, probably easier than trying to get through the front door." Grön votes for Grön's plan. It's probably the default for proposal-givers, but may as well make it official. ------- Grön took some time to think, but ultimately the Fröman baths won them over. Even if the armor wouldn't come off for safety reasons during a match. The process would take some.. [Tactical] maneuvering, but Grön could handle it. Right? Grön [Tactics]ally uses the Fröman bath. [Chill out, Soak]: 1d100+3 4 By the time Grön remembered the copious amounts of dye they applied regularly, it was too late. How could they forget such a crucial thing? Ah, well. Grön just... Sheepishly grabs a towel and shuffles off to find some fresh dye. Arcanuse fucked around with this message at 00:17 on Nov 13, 2020 |
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Brüh Deck: 4/7 Hand: Accolades: 5 > 6 > 7 -5 for match (EXTREME penalty) Using: Ahhh, now this was the life. The raid on the enemy castle ended in success and the first test smoothie it made was the radest smoothie Bruh had ever made. Nothing was so great as the literal taste of victory! A siege point and a trophy: was anything better? YES! Of course there was! The best thing in life is GAINS, while the second best thing is Protein Shakes made by Red Slinker Energy ShakesTM. Everyone knew that. The third best thing in life moved around, but during a siegeball game it was the Sauna. The sauna was the third best thing in life. Bruh had done some of the cold water piping herself to ensure that the cold room would be the proper frosty temperature to soothe her raging muscles after a 'sesh. Proper water delivery engineering was important to every gym! Bruh grabbed her shake and went into the sauna to cool down and then warm up for the next part of the game. B) Chill out, bruhs (Engineering +9, depleted): 1d100+9-5 34 While she was soaking, Bruh thought back on her idea for a siege weapon. Who needed engineering or weapons or other big bulky weapons when one had proper healthcare policy and efficient exercises to maximize gains?! Physically, they would use nothing but buff guys and gals carrying a big battering ram. Really though, it was the Heart of Sieging to prepare one's people through effective, efficient, and economical Healthcare for the Average Oan that prepares the body and soul for sieging. All hail Starncare!  Voting plan Horg Slaan fucked around with this message at 12:45 on Nov 9, 2020 |
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Deck: 3/7 Accolades: 5->7 Victory! And Bömba knew that for every great conflict resolved, one should take a well-earned reward to really reinforce the lessons learned. As the team took stock of their next moves, the fröman youth settled into his more managerial role. "Great work everyone! From Yväs and Shumpsy to Yolenda and whatshi-ohyeahWörm- and to especially you Grön! You were a wall out there, you just went nowhere! Harnessing your anger and immobility right when we needed you to!" Moving around, Bömba patted teammates on the back, exclaimed what great job they had done while punching shoulders or bumping fists, letting them focus on their achievements and the post-fight restitution rather than getting bent out of shape pursuing the Fancies back to their fort (and a likely friendly ambush or two) - at least not while still half beaten up and tuckered out. Brûh and Trinique's triumphant return were greeted with additional praises, perhaps because of what it meant personally to the Anger Manager. "Great work nabbing that Smooth Meal, Brûh, Trin! Sweet vengeance for Grämmäma's sweet sweet lemonde. Anyway! Let's everyone take a brief rest, restore our energy and center our mad before the next big push. I'll go get the showers straightened out! Kinda looks like someone with an Eating skillcore tried to bite through the water main... oh man, that makes me SO mad, it's great!" B) Manage Anger and fix the showers for better chillouts: 1d100+29 95 (Engineering spent! Anger Management spent!) SIEGE ENGINE posted:The MARBLEOUS is a proud, majestic Siege Engine / overambitious art project, designed from some of the finest alabaster slabs ever procured by a team of student Siegesporters. The top and sides of the lumbering catapult has been decked in smoothly polished marble and fanciful statuary additions - loaners from SASGY's Art and Sculpting classes. Scribbleykins fucked around with this message at 17:24 on Nov 12, 2020 |
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Hand: Using: Holding: #01 - Trinique Aptitude: Stealing - Offensive Accolades: 7 -> 10 // Team Credit: 1 Deck: 2/7 // Discard Pile: Rules Lawyering, Athletics, Tactics Trinique's teammates had succeeded in their base's defense, and the folks in the Flight of Fancy team were beaten back before they could manage to score another siege point! The thief Trinique had managed to secure a score for herself, however, snagging something special from the enemies' supplies while no one was looking - a thing that could really be useful for her team later! The sneak Trinique skulked back into the center of the base where her teammates had convened, trying not to be noticed by the departing enemy team with one of their own maybe-weapons sticking out of her back pocket. She was immediately assailed by an excited Bömba. "Great work nabbing that Smooth Meal, Brûh, Trin!" Bömba exclaimed. "Sweet vengeance for Grämmäma's sweet sweet lemonde." Trinique glanced over to the sweaty and jubilant, out-of-breath Brûh setting up a fancy juice mixer in the base's bathside drink bar and then back at the departing enemy team. "Uhm, I didn't go anywhere..." Trinique stated in a half-lie, and winked very obviously. She didn't know what Bömba was talking about... surely. The competitive Tö girl Trinique expectantly watched the backs of the last Flight of Fancy team members leaving their base as Bömba continued speaking in his managerial tones. "Anyway!" he resumed. "Let's everyone take a brief rest, restore our energy and center our mad before the next big push. I'll go get the showers straightened out! Kinda looks like someone with an Eating skillcore tried to bite through the water main... oh man, that makes me SO mad, it's great!" "Yeah, sure. Let's all take a bath..." Trinique responded, still staring off intently. The doors closed behind the last of the Flight of Fancy members. "Okay," Trinique resumed, turning back to her team with newfound animation, "while you guys do all that I'm gonna help set up the stinkbag perimeter!" Trinique wasn't really big on goopstinkbag duty, in truth, but she'd recently gotten something that she wanted to try out. When she was in the planning stages for her team's siege weapon suggestions, Trinique had engineered a leather scoop at the end of a long, sturdy branch that was forked at the end. You could use the scoop like a catapult using your arms, and lob things a good distance with relative ease. The young Tö couldn't wait to try out her slinging stick device on the heaps of garbage they use to fill the filthtrawl, because it meant that - ideally - she wouldn't have to touch anything and get her hands dirty! > A) Using [Engineering] to fling Goopstink into the Filthtrawl without touching anything!: 1d100+9 45 - Oh gross - it's leaking down the handle! >Vote: Plan Brûh, because at the end of the day you can probably fire a battering ram out of a ballista?! > Siege Weapon Suggestion: Plan Trinique: 
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Deck: 3/7 Accolades: 6 -> 9 Ah, who didn't love a good sauna! Hörg did, as did his whole gang. It was the Appointed Place to show off your gains, your delinquent scars, and your totally sweet gang tats. Which Hörg did with extreme prejudice, from a central position on the seats. For a while, he merely basked in this most sacred of traditions, listening to the prattle of his peers, but he did finally speak up. "Oi, cool plans everyone, probably all workable 'n all that." "BUT!" "Will they bring us respect, eh?" "We gotta show those fools who they've been messin' with, gotta go BIG, gotta go ALL IN on the TAG!" "Just so, aye?"  "Every Sieger knows ye can't ignore a Siege Tower! That'll show 'em for sure." Relaxing Athletic muscles in the sauna: 1d100+9-5 95 Voting for Trinique's plan Theantero fucked around with this message at 17:37 on Nov 9, 2020 |
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[using][/using] [Tangö - Breaking][Cards 5/7][Accolades 4] Sore from the fresh humiliation (but exhilarated at their successful defense), Tangö opted to take a soak in the tub. She sank down to her nose, blowing bubbles as she listened to the others chatting. After a few moments, she ventured a comment of her own. Relax in the Tub [Engineering]: 1d100+9 81 "I've got to back Hörg up on this - we need to make a big impression. To break their wills down with a show of force. Let's workshop this Siege Tower plan... I'm not much of a builder, but we've all taken elementary classes in this stuff, so it can't be too hard. We need to really weight down the base of this thing, make our advance inexorable once we get it up to speed...." Voting plan Hörg
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Deck: 3/7. Accolades: 6 Yväs head rests motionless on the rim of the jäccuzi, glasses fogged up by the heat. He makes no effort to move out of his position of pure relaxation, even when prodded by team-mates, adoring siegefans or frenemies, offering but a few words of wisdom for any that stay long enough to bother him. "Näni? What do you want? Only a fool rushes into battle after a Siege. Getting in a good soak is almost as important as getting in a good goal. Now get out of my way, I'm stretching." Athletics: Hydroaerobics: 1d100+9 = 14 - 5 = 9 Zzzzz
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Hand: (using)Deck: Accolades: 7 > 10 Team Credit 1 Spläg conducted a statistical analysis of the best flight arcs for the goop, calculated the probabilities for no self-gunking, and trusted to his throwing arm... Athletics to throw goopstink along statistically optimal, self-goop-improbable arcs: 1d100+9 44 Going through doors with a battering ram was all well and good. Going up to walls in a siege tower, classic. Bombarding from afar, finest SAGSY tradition. But what if you did something... unexpectable? What if you bypassed the wall and gate altogether, and bombarded the enemy from above, aboard a weapon platform tough enough to make lepidoptaerialists go find a disused cocoon to whimper in?  Plan Siege Airship. The liar could supply plenty of hot air. Vote for siege tower
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Cards: 3/7, Accolades: 4 > 5 Cards: (Using) "Accuracy doesn't matter as long as the goop lands inside the walls." Murmured aloud Spoon as he pulled back on a portable slingshot, carefully handling his 'payload' with some disposable gloves he had. "Which incidentally I'm gonna pitch it through that window someone carelessly left open, YEET." A) Rules Lawyering the goop at the Flights 1d100 = 79
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[Snööd - Greasing][Cards 3>2/7] [Accolades 7>10][Team Credit 1] [Using Card: Engineering] Snööd really didn't want to traipse across to the opposing fort. Through the mud and dirt. Ugh. But if you could chill out on the way, relax in a sauna, that would be nice, yeah? Of course, you couldn't take a whole sauna with you as a seige weapon, could you? Maybe you could, with a Burning Battering Slinker. You've got the traditional seiging functions: heavy ram, mounted on chains in a frame, can batter down doors with great force. Upgrade: flaming interior. The ram's core holds burning coals, allowing you to devour defences with flaming blasts. The thick smoke that emerges from the mouth also obscured it's passage, keeping it safe from interference. The sneaky addition. "Turtle" it up with an external wooden frame, for "defensive purposes". Make sure the ram is locked in place for transport. Seal the head out the front so you don't get all smoggy inside. Stick some buckets on top to drip down inside. The inside becomes a steam room. Perfect. Then it's just a case of sitting back and relaxing while the burdened beasts dragged you leisurely across to the enemy's gates.  Well, that might be a pipe dream, but Hörg's seige tower could be ridden over in a similar fashion, without all the frills. ---------- A) Engineering goop. Snööd looked back at the sauna where they had emerged. It would look weird to waltz back in, especially if people thought they had already been in there. That left... The sacks. Rather not. But Trinique had an interesting contraption. One that avoided touching the grotty things. A) Engineering goop.: 1d100+9 85 "You've not sealed that bit right, you need a collar here- there you go". A quick solution, affixing a brim to the arm prevented the foul goop from dripping all over Trinique. Instead the drippings were collected, and launched with the bag in a terrible rain. "...Yeah, I'll have a go when you're done."
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Accolade: 6->8 Soup decided it was time for a well deserved break after all that fighting. It was time to chill out in a nice warm sauna. He relaxed and thought about his brother's failed attempt at siegeball. Porth the Uninspired had been trying and failing to rouse the team's spirits with a speech in the opening game of the 4th Oatsie, this had the unfortunate side effect of causing one of his teammates to lean on the half-finished siege engine in boredom, sending the whole thing collapsing and injuring Porth. Their father, Porth the Unimaginative, decided that sending yet another kid to the Academy would reverse the family fortunes after a certain member had disgraced them. Playing Flashback B Relax in the baths and think about how you got here: 1d100+5 69 Siege engine: The 4th Oatsie! Soup suddenly had an idea that could save them a ton of wasted effort building the Siege Engine. "Why should we spend all our time building a weapon when there are probably some left over from the 4th Oatsie that still work?" Just steal some old siege engine from the academy storage and use that instead If not, Let's do Snood's idea
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(using) Deck: 3/7 Accolades: 7 -> 8 "C'mon, Yväs! This is no time for a schvitz! Don't make me have to handle these Bags by myself! Aughhhhhhhhh." Shumpsy threw up his hands in frustration, left the baths and attempted to gingerly pick up one of the Horrifying Satchels, flinching away as the sack erupted in a flurry of thrashing and hissing. "Trinique!", the junior trapsman shouted, "You've got the right idea on this one!" Hooboy was this gonna suck, Shumpsy reached for the satchel again. He had toughed out the Provost's "Introduction to Pathology" class as an elective, and was in the traps (no puzzles) program besides; this was definitely not the worst or most dangerous thing he had touched. Nothing to do but power through! A) EXTREME bag fight: 1d100+18 91
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Rik Aptitude: Polishing Focus: Offensive Accolade 7 -> 10? Time to attack. Rik looked at the bags of... stuff. The idea of touching them filled him with... trepidation. But, like his dear old mum always said, there's more than one way to polish a stone. Rik carefully seperated some of the looser bags from the pack, and put them to one side, in the open of the sieging pitch. He then quickly engineered a sign. "FREE BAGZ!" Hopefully the other team will grab the bags, and in their haste for free stuff grasp too tightly, causing the bags to open all over themselves. Rik retreated to a safe distance, and waited. A: Using Engineering to offer free trapped bags to the enemy: 1d100+9 19 While he waited, Rik thought of his ideal siege weapon. Probably just a curved mirror on a wheeled base, able to catch the sun's rays and harness them to the team's own ends.  But if that wasn't an option, then Rik thought Snööd's idea was really well drawn.
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Deck: 3 Accolades: 5->6 In siegeball, the line between WHÖ-approved recreational gear and biohazards is narrow, and the longer it takes to transport in the hot sun, the narrower that line gets. Having been informed that she'd misfiled her application for the sauna waitlist, Yelda found herself free to streamline the transportation crew's work by forming an impromptu bucket/spirit brigade, complete with protective Satchel Shells cobbled together from corrugated metal sheets. If the cramped, hot, curiously oven-shaped containers left the bags even fouler than when they'd been tied, well, that was the Fancies' problem, now. "Hot potato!" shouted Yelda, hurling a sack into a Fancy's outstretched arms from atop a willing teammate's shoulders. "Fun fact: the 'hot potato' game is derived from a traditional Töan ballad about the desperate lengths Öans will go to to eat in the midst of a... famine... okay, um, I'll tell you the rest when you stop retching, okay?" Filthtrawlin': 1d100+9 58 Engineering used. Go plan Hörg!
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Hand: Holding: #01 - Trinique Aptitude: Stealing - Offensive Accolades: 10 // Team Credit: 1 -> 2 Deck: 2/7 // Discard Pile: Rules Lawyering, Athletics, Tactics, Engineering While she was hauling and lobbing the gross stinkbags full of goopslop from one end of the arena to the other, Trinique was thinking hard about the siege weapon submissions she'd seen from her other teammates. Some of them were so good... But what if they went even bigger, and combined them all - put together the base and the walls and siege engine, and maybe added a little... secret ingredient? "You-reeka!" Trinique exclaimed, right after lobbing a dripping goopsatchel that came alarmingly close to smacking Shumpsy in the head. "Whoops! Sorry!" Trinique pulled off to the side of the Filthtrough and started drawing something in the dirt with the end of her lobbing stick. When she was pressured to give up the precious throwing stick to a nosy someone who actually wanted it for tossing Goopstink bags, Trinique made them get her 'a good drawing stick, at least,' because there was no way that she was gonna get her fingers any dirtier today if she could help it. "There!" Trinique announced, swelling with pride with the feat of imagineering she'd put on display for her team. "We just need a little Monsterism and a long-snooted törtle to get our mobile base started!" 
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