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Outrail
Jan 4, 2009

www.sapphicrobotica.com


CourValant posted:

Honestly, I don't know how we're going to get out of this one.

Hand the Ghast head to Gwen, take out our axe and shield, and form a defensive circle with out group until the Alchemist can pop the gas.

This I guess. Hail Mary on the mist of the alchemist.

Outrail fucked around with this message at Mar 20, 2019 around 01:32

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Swedish Thaumocracy
Jul 11, 2006

Strength of >800 Men
Honor of 0


Grimey Drawer

I think a better question might be, do you want to play this Defensively, keeping the Vespids of off the Alchemist, or Offensively, going after the Royals directly? If so, which one will you focus on yourself?

Slaan
Mar 16, 2009

I GAIN POWER FROM EATING PEOPLE, JUST ASSUME I'M ALWAYS VOTING TO EAT PEOPLE



Nap Ghost

Defensive: there's a billion bees around us. Only chance we have is to trust the alchemist knew what he was doing

Toughy
Nov 29, 2004

KAVODEL! KAVODEL!


Slaan posted:

Defensive: there's a billion bees around us. Only chance we have is to trust the alchemist knew what he was doing

Agreed

Volmarias
Dec 31, 2002


Slaan posted:

Defensive: there's a billion bees around us. Only chance we have is to trust the alchemist knew what he was doing

Hot Dog Day 80
Jun 23, 2003


Defensive

Cornuto
Jun 26, 2012

For the pack!


D+🤺

CourValant
Feb 25, 2016

Do You Remember Love?

Swedish Thaumocracy posted:

I think a better question might be, do you want to play this Defensively, keeping the Vespids of off the Alchemist, or Offensively, going after the Royals directly? If so, which one will you focus on yourself?

Not sure if I should vote again or if my previous post counts.

Vote: Defensive

Outrail
Jan 4, 2009

www.sapphicrobotica.com


Swedish Thaumocracy posted:

I think a better question might be, do you want to play this Defensively, keeping the Vespids of off the Alchemist, or Offensively, going after the Royals directly? If so, which one will you focus on yourself?

What this guy/girl/arthropod said.

dont be mean to me
May 2, 2007

I'm interplanetary, bitch
Let's go to Mars




Bee Fence

wait

Blasphemaster
Jul 10, 2008



Circle the Wagons.

Swedish Thaumocracy
Jul 11, 2006

Strength of >800 Men
Honor of 0


Grimey Drawer

Slice of Life - The Contract



Courtroom, Interior. A Mrs. Willson stands accused of murdering the late Mr. Whittaker. The woman denies all wrongdoing and her defense attorney is adamant that all the charges against her should be dropped.
The Lawmaster residing, one Liam Bellsworth, a young dwarf with dark official robes and black-trim framed yellow glasses sits on the High Chair with an expression of some annoyance plain on his features.
The trial had already taken three hours more than it had any right to take and the defense was pulling out all the stops to get his client off scot-free, arguing that the woman had filed the appropriate forms for Freelance Work with the local Guild of Assassins affiliate two weeks in advance and that it wasn't her fault that the Watch had not been notified, or that the paperwork had gotten lost somewhere along the way. Just before the thin veneer of civility is about to give in to shouting and violence, the prosecution chimes in with a last ditch, desperate display of oneuppersonship.


"Fine. If you insist on on mocking our system with your obstruction, you leave me no choice. The Defense would like to call to Witness: She Who Glimmers, Whose Dominion is Commerce and Trade, She Whom In Whose Radiant Shadow We Bask, mortal, fallible, Deity of the Imperial Triumverate; the Right and Honourable Lady of Heaven: the Goddess Quackeen."


<Sweating slightly.> Is this really necessary?


"Objection! Come now, let's be reasonable here, surely the word of the Guildmaster would be enough?"


"<Sigh.> Objection dismissed. Motion granted. Bailiff, please remove the necessary wealth from the defendants designated bail fund."

An anxious looking man with sand-blonde hair and the official uniform of the Imperial Courthouse Clerks nervously makes his way over to a large chest sitting in one corner of the room next to a wheelbarrow, which he quickly fills to about one forth's full of various coins, proceeding to bring them to an open pit in the middle of the courtroom whereupon he dumps the metal currency deep into the monetary well, ceremoniously returning it to whence it came and removing it from circulation. A nearby, hiertoo unoccupied seat is suddenly occupied, though no other movement occurred within the scene.


<Yawn.> What is it now? No, don't tell me. Another Trial? Very well, get it over with quickly. Time is money."


"Your Grace, this trembling soldier of the Empire would humbly ask Your Divine Service in rendering Imperial Justice this day; would that thou show us the mercy of thine wisdom and aid in our judgement on this day."


"Please, get on with it already."


"The Right and Honourable Lady of Heaven will follow protocol."


<Delivered somewhat sarcastically> This One, Equal Amongst Three, Hears Your Prayer and Extends In Service Of The Empire Her Judgement.>


"Your Grace, this trembling soldier of the Empire would humbly ask if in your Infintie Sight you have knowledge of the identity of the killer in question."


"Yes."


"The Right and Honourable Lady of Heaven will follow protocol."


"<Dejected.> "Fine. Yes. This One, Whom Resides On High, Your Lady of Overflowing Splendor, responds in the Affirmative to your inquiry."


"Your Grace, this trembling soldier of the Empire would humbly ask that the identity of the murderer be known."


"This One, the Invisible Hand of the Market, She Who Guides the Empire to its Fortunes, confirms that the requested identity is indeed one and the same as that off the accused. Can I go now?"


"Do not make me repeat myself again, Oh Right and Honourable Lady of Heaven."


"Thank you Sir, one more question if I may?"


"It's going to cost you."


"Bailif!"

<The anxious clerk scuttles away again, bringing another fourth-filled wheelbarrow of cold, hard cash over to the pit where he repeats the same pouring procedure as before.>


"Thank you, Sir. This trembling soldier of the Empire would humbly ask if You Who Rule Over Road and Lane, Overseeing Our Growth and the Stability of Our Upward Trending Graphs, would in your Capacity as the Goddess of Deals have born witness to this supposed contract?"


"She has."


"Ahem."


"This One, Whom Layeth and Nurtures the Golden Egg, Whom To All Is Owed and Owns All, Whose Features Are Golden As Dawn; Has."


"Thank you oh bountiful Goddess, Our Lady of Greed. This trembling soldier of the Empire would humbly ask, if the contract was thus written, where is it now?"


<Smirking.> "Eaten by dire-rats, invited to feast through poor maintenance and ill-equipped, lazy layabout Watchmen."


<Grumbling even more.> "The Goddess has spoken. The Heavens have replied. On the Charge of Unsanctioned Murder, the Defendant is proven Innocent. On the apparently new charges of general incompetence, the Prosecution is proven guilty; tasked with repaying the missing two fourths of the defendants bail, and another fourth for wasting everyone's time. On the equally new charges of not taking the proper precautions to rat-proof and duplicate the documentation necessary for guild-approved freelance inhumination, the defendant is sentenced to two years of hard labour. Case dismissed."


"Finally. Later, losers."

Outrail
Jan 4, 2009

www.sapphicrobotica.com


Hard work and all that is great but Quakeen is the tits.

Cornuto
Jun 26, 2012

For the pack!


'bout them bees tho...



We dead.

Hexenritter
May 20, 2001

Buncha slack-jawed faggots around here



Outrail posted:

Hard work and all that is great but Quakeen is the tits.

Truth

CourValant
Feb 25, 2016

Do You Remember Love?

Swedish Thaumocracy posted:

Slice of Life - The Contract

You really do bring us the best Heresies.

Cornuto posted:

'bout them bees tho...

We dead.

Yeah, probably.

Apocron
Dec 5, 2005


So was the defendant responsible for the rat proofing and duplicating the documents that the Watch allowed to get eaten?

Hexenritter
May 20, 2001

Buncha slack-jawed faggots around here



They should have filled out their forms in triplicate and kept backups

JosephWongKS
Apr 4, 2009

I hate this book and I hate Railrunner and I hate Thunderbark and I hate Black Magic and I hate everything they stand for.

Hexenritter posted:

They should have filled out their forms in triplicate and kept backups

LOL just lol if you only make a mere three copies of any document in a bureaucratic society.

Volmarias
Dec 31, 2002


Apocron posted:

So was the defendant responsible for the rat proofing and duplicating the documents that the Watch allowed to get eaten?

The murder defendant was released, the prosecutor became the new defendant.

super sweet best pal
Nov 18, 2009



Lipstick Apathy

Makes sense, if a citizen follows through on their end they shouldn't be held responsible for the actions of the other party. If the record keepers failed to follow up on their end it's on them. Still, this whole thing could've been expedited by asking for a receipt.

Swedish Thaumocracy
Jul 11, 2006

Strength of >800 Men
Honor of 0


Grimey Drawer

Trouble on the Rim, Book 2, Chapter 5
A Bounty of Vespids
Huddik hills, The Krills, east of the City of Whale

The Fifth of December, 347 A.R.
Part 10: Zeal


Calm. The unnatural stillness of absolute focus, as the warriors regain their bearings after the initial clash. Though visibility is rapidly declining, you can still see Royal, Vespid shapes through the growing mist.
The Princess, backing up into her corner, contorting her body in a way impossible for even the most nimble of drow, focus clear in her features though her strategy alien, unfathomable. The Queen whom at the moment you regard as more inconvenient but expensive furniture than any real threat, undulating but unmoving. Does it comprehend the threat you pose? Has she even noticed? The Arch Beeshop to the other side, now clutching his curiously decorated pole in the manner of a veteran martial artist. In between them, keeping it's distance, the Beetlord. Dripping ichor, clearly wounded but somehow capable of ignoring the pain. Its beady yellow eyes never leaving you, glowing like embers over the background of midnight blue carapace.

From behind you you hear your companions gathering up in a protective circle around the Alchemist, with Skvababt loosening a few arrows into something soft and crunchy. A hit? A sharp whistling follows, dopplering, khamis chains forming strange vorticies in the smoke all around you, whipping up a storm. Out of the corner of your eye you catch a glimpse of Gwendolyn bent over the corpse of your former Vespid escort.

The first wave of vespids hit you through the mist, like the sun breaking through a springtime rain. Stingerless drones divebomb your position in an attempt to knock you off balance, but with your small frame and solid gauntlets you stave them of for the moment. Khami catches two dive-drones in mid air and they go flying of to the sides in pieces. Skvababt loses her aim as they close on her, and she is forced to bat at them using her bow as a club, giving the guard outside the chamber the opportunity to vanish completely. By this point, the Arch Beeshop has reached the Beetlord. Putting one of its hands on a bulky shoulder, it's black and iris-less eyes utterly expressionless.

There is a flash of cold pain from your left hand, as if you had just dipped it in the freezing river. You try to shake the numbness from it, but instead find your gaze transfixed to your palm.
The pattern of lines that criss-crossing it, familiar-but-also-unfamiliar due to your recent merging with Kvelar, begins to shift, the blood beneath boiling up to the surface and coagulating instantly into thick, dark lines, forming an intricate design.



The darkness creeps up your brachial artery, disappearing under the fabric of your cloth and material of your armour, though you feel the chill spread further still. A second later, the pattern fades and the chill with it, replaced with an intense surge of adrenaline. You feel pumped. You feel angry. You feel watched. The details of the world are fuzzier, muted now. The problems of the world* mean little to you, a distant concern when compared to the glowing, pulsating sores in your field of vision that correspond to the forms of the Royal Vespid Troupe. Those problems are much more concerning. They threaten you, your family, your companions, your way of life. You bare your teeth, hissing at them, instinctively grasping your axe, waving it rhythmically in your right hand, ready to take on all comers.

---
*Looking less desiccated by the minute, the Ghast Head Trophy has dropped to the floor. It continues billowing smoke from every scratch and pore.
---



1: You have four obvious targets. But which one is more pressing?

The death of the monarch will surely cause a route.
. Fearsome rival. Slaughter it for Lolth!
Foul Heresy! Bring it back alive.
Heir Apparent? Bathe in the end of this particular bloodline.
Stick to the plan!
Do Something Else? If so, what?

Cornuto
Jun 26, 2012

For the pack!


Blood for the blood queen! Think we're going to need some divine backup on this one.

Outrail
Jan 4, 2009

www.sapphicrobotica.com


Arcanuse
Mar 14, 2019



though not because we suddenly need to swiftly smite the enemies of Lolth, but because we 'owe' Lolth for previous unpaid offering evaluations.
Somewhat. Maybe not technically owed, but it couldn't hurt.

Slaan
Mar 16, 2009

I GAIN POWER FROM EATING PEOPLE, JUST ASSUME I'M ALWAYS VOTING TO EAT PEOPLE



Nap Ghost

make them defend the future so we can steal the past

Volmarias
Dec 31, 2002


100%

CourValant
Feb 25, 2016

Do You Remember Love?

Vote: Stick to the plan!

For those voting , do you want us to wipe? Because the thread ends if we wipe.

Dr Subterfuge
Aug 31, 2005


CourValant posted:

Vote: Stick to the plan!

For those voting , do you want us to wipe? Because the thread ends if we wipe.

Yeah.

Dr Subterfuge fucked around with this message at Apr 16, 2019 around 19:04

Apocron
Dec 5, 2005


CourValant posted:

Vote: Stick to the plan!

For those voting , do you want us to wipe? Because the thread ends if we wipe.

Protect beekeeper dude.

super sweet best pal
Nov 18, 2009



Lipstick Apathy



Kill the tough guy and the rest will fall in line. Lolth will aid us in doing her work if we prove worthy.

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Blasphemaster
Jul 10, 2008



Sell the dead and cheat the living!

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