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Grön tapped the bluff wall on the map.



"Good, natural fort right here."
"Using the fort on the hill would probably stretch the limits of siegeball rules, but digging a new fort into the hillside?"
"Can probably get away with that, if only the once."

Musing, Grön then draws a little trench.



"...right."
"Deep enough for the siegeball to get stuck if they insist on the catapult or try rolling but not so deep we can't climb out."

"We'll need more fortifications if the opposing team aren't complete pushovers, but this ought to get us started."

_{"Now, between me and you, team? We do this right we can set up a network of tunnels all through the hill, opening and closing some paths here and there and have it technically be a new fort each game. Something to think about between matches."}

Wall Proposal posted:

The team's fort has a Look-There Tower with a Big Bell. The bell can be used to alert people to sneak attacks, or demoralize enemy attackers, or keep up team morale (read: furious aggravating levels of annoyance) or even send coded messages to people out in the field. It also makes for a great place to hang around and watch the sunset.

Knöck posted:

"Aight, listen up, meat. The first thing people are goin' to see when meetin' ye will be yer Thug Pose. So repeat after me, yea, because if I catch ye screwin' this up and givin' us bad rep with yer ineptitude, I will beat yer rear end."

"Right, weapon in yer dominant arm. If small, like a knife, do lil' tricks with it, if large like a bat, rest it on yer shoulder, aight? Lean on the opposite leg, with yer free arm in yer pocket. We do this to give an impression of ease, ye get me? We are at ease, whilst they be the ones in trouble, ay? This be the implication."

"Then there's the sneer. Look down on 'em like they's some bug, like yer downright insulted by their presence, ay? Show some teeth, cock yer head down a bit, literally look down on them, ye. Don't matter if yer a bit shorter than average like Hörg here, 'n that case ye cock yer head sideways to get that over the nose look just right, ay? Now give me yer best sneer, everybody."

"..."

"Could use some work still, but we'll get there."

"Right, and then, when ye've done that, there's the intro speech. Ye gotta let 'em know just whose turf they be on, aight? Play it up, don't be afraid to get a bit theatrical. Just don't be talkin' on top of each other like some crowd o' monkeys, rehearse ahead o' time who's goin' to initiate."

"As per the exact words, that kinda thing be context dependent, but for a base, I like to go with somethin' like:"

Flashback! posted:

BARTENDER
"Hello small böy! What can I do you for?"

RIK
_{"Um..., uh..., I need some money pretty quickly, and so..., uh..., do you need someone to clean glasses for you, sir?"}

BARTENDER
"Hmm, maybe. Let's see what you can do with this." Hands Rik a very filthy glass.

[POLISH!]

RIK
_{"All done!"} Hands back a pristine glass.

BARTENDER
"That's good work! I could use glasses for longer, saving me some money! You're hired, kiddo! Name's Freddo!"

RIK
_{"Gee, thanks, Mr. Freddo! I'm Rik!"}

Momentum posted:

Momentum is the measure of how well a team is on their way to scoring a goal. It can be gained or lost along the way, but where it comes to play is at the finish line.

At the task where goals are made, the attacking team's Momentum is added to the roll of each of their players.

New Action posted:

At the end of your post, you may choose to Summon Your Aptitude, if it is still in your draw pile.
If you do, you will draw your Aptitude at the beginning of the next round, but you will draw nothing else. Still a good deal right now if your Aptitude is a defensive one. The third round will be the final part of the Defense!

Sanctum posted:

Same deal as last time. What lies buried within your fort, buried within the bluff?


Your Sanctum is the heart of your fort, where your goal is located. The pit where the ball is to be dumped. It is where your supplies are stored, where your equipment awaits deployment. It is where you'll find your Penalty Zone, where you shall waste your time should you get penalized. And it is more than that.

Your Sanctum is where the last stand will take place. Where the opposing team will unleash their Spadiest of Aces from their sleeve. It is where you'll do anything it takes to seize the ball, while your theme music plays.


Having said all that, what is your Sanctum?

* Submitting a plan will get you a point of Accolade.

* Submitting a picture will get you a point of Accolade.

* Please do also give a vote to someone else's idea.

Recap posted:

- You can play another card in addition to your Aptitude, but only in the correct part of the game.

- You can Summon Your Aptitude from your draw pile, at the cost of foregoing normal card draws.

- The third round is the final part of the Defense.

- For the ease of bookkeeping, please specify the letter of the task you choose in your roll.

quote:

Unless otherwise stated, Status cards take no space in your hand, and can't be discarded.

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"...And if I do this, you stop."
The winged creatures chittered. acknowledgement? possibly.
"Good, good."
Grön rubbed their hands, giving the Lepidopteran nightmares a fresh bucket of... Seeds? Nectar? Some slop they seemed to like.
Now to just slink out of the stables; today was the big day after all...

Soaky S'okay Sanctum posted:

There's a time for violence and fury and there's a time for soaking in a hot warm Fröman Bath to let all that rampant aggression just run out of you and pool into the, uh, pool, leaving one refreshed like a newborn babe. One that's about to use all of their restored, excess energy and limberness to throw one hell of a tantrum!

The judges initially suggested the baths were something of an extravagant luxury, but the team have so far used it to great effect to loosen muscles and soothe soles after hard days of laboring at erecting the fort and its defenses (and the baths themselves). Admittedly, the morale boost from not smelling like stinky slinkers all day every day has also helped considerably.

It similarly helps that the pools are situated so that they form impromptu reserve moats in front of the ball goal. As one judge expressed it:

"This might be some Heart of Sieging thing, just let them go nuts."

The Night Before... posted:

Shumpsy sat crosslegged on his bed in Dorm A, Room 312 poring over encyclopedias and obscure scholarly papers. The young Töan had committed all the relevant figures to memory, all that was left to practice and experiment. He looked over the gongs of various sizes and materials he had stacked in his side of the room, and picked one and its attached stick at random.

A range of 750 through 850 hürtz for the common butterfly, bloated floaters, and diving dandies.
CLANG! CLANG! CLANG! About right.
A range of 300 through 350 for ashenwings and velvet cutters.
CLANG! CLANG! CLANG!
No frequency on record for awful shriekers, but those are super endangered anyway.

A groan came from the other side of the room, as Yväs woke up, clutching his pillow over his ears. "What?!", the scarred dungeonmaster internally monologued, "Idiot roommate, practicing Gong Technique at this hour?! Doesn't he know the vibrations will undermine the quality of the recuperative period, hurting our chances at tomorrow's game?!"

"Oh hey buddy, you're up!", an oblivious Shumpsy exclaimed, "I found out that butterflies find certain frequencies _CLANG! unbearable so I'm practicing in case those goobers in the Fan-OW!"

Yväs's thrown toy catapult had hit its mark.

WereGoat posted:

Schumpsy posted:

"I mean I may have penciled in a little extra behind-the-wall space because you left me barely any room for spear traps but that's all you!"