Wilco: the song Wilco: WOW Thorn_the_Gnoll: I'd have to go find it. Igfig: This is Fortuna, our dice robot lady. Heronius_Napalm: just so you know, it is 9 for me, so whenever you complain about how late it is. remember that. Poen: Hi Fortuna! Fortuna: Hello. Heronius_Napalm: Hello Fortuna. Fortuna: Hello. Wilco: Just remember this, Fortuna has severe mood swings Heronius_Napalm: 1d20 Fortuna: Heronius_Napalm, 1d20: [1] = 1 Heronius_Napalm: Like that. Wilco: She is just as eager to despise you as she is to love you Wilco: yeah like that Wilco: 1d20 Fortuna: Wilco, 1d20: [1] = 1 Wilco: fucker Heronius_Napalm: Damn it fortuna! Fortuna: Mm-hmm. Igfig: yeah, that's how you roll dice. Igfig: hahahahaha Brigsby: Statistically, it's good those happened Wilco: true Thorn_the_Gnoll: Wow. Wilco: BUT THIS ISN'T MATH Heronius_Napalm: Possibly Brigsby: because now that those 1s are out of the way, it means we're statistically more likely to get higher numbers! Brigsby: bell curves and all that Wilco: Are we still in the space ship? Poen: But they're independent events. Brigsby: yes Thorn_the_Gnoll: In the shuttle yar. Thorn_the_Gnoll: Off to the second star on the right. Slim_Bankshot: Sorry. Had to help move large rolled up carpets. Wilco: And we defeated the elves and escaped? Igfig: Incidentally, she uses the Mersenne Twister, which is a very good, entirely fair random number generation algorithm Slim_Bankshot: Who is Poen? Igfig: so anything you roll poorly, you deserve Igfig: (not really) Brigsby: damn you, science! Igfig: Poen is new. Vyrwolf: Brigsby, that's a statistical fallacy of the highest level. There's an infinite amount of 1's for everyone. Igfig: Anyway. Wilco: *explodes* Slim_Bankshot: OK then. Slim_Bankshot: Hi Poen. Brigsby: (I don't actually know anything about statistics, I was just going off of what a guy said in Darths and Droids) Igfig: When we left off last time, you were all in the space bus, on your way to adventure. Slim_Bankshot: Ig Igfig: Yep? Poen: Hi Slim. Brigsby: We passed Poen on the space highway, who was having car trouble Slim_Bankshot: I have to head out at 9:00 for that movie. I will return after. Slim_Bankshot: Actually, Igfig: Gotcha. Slim_Bankshot: I may be able to do both. Slim_Bankshot: I saw true Grit in theaters, so I should be OK. Igfig: You had just escaped from the battle between the Gratch ship and the Elven carrier Igfig: If your dad doesn't mind you all splitting your attention Igfig: then sure Slim_Bankshot: See, I don't like westerns, but I love Jeff Bridges. My dad loves westerns. I finally found one we'll both watch Igfig: Right. Slim_Bankshot: He suggested the split Igfig: More on that in OOC, maybe? Slim_Bankshot: So it's cool Igfig: Aye, but we have recaps to do right now. Igfig: The battle ended with explosions, a chase through the asteroids, and then you chose a random star and headed for it. Igfig: Now, six days later, you're finally approaching the star system Vyrwolf: "Those were a boring six days. Space is boring." Igfig: Your supplies have been stretched thin, since this shuttle was only designed for six people Igfig: (luckily, six Gratch, which are somewhat larger than you) Igfig: so your food is running low Igfig: and even worse, your air. Igfig: You still have the six potions from the fridge Igfig: and if you were doing anything with your loot, e.g. that armour Drey looted, you've done it by now. Brigsby: What was the loot, exactly? We didn't get details on that Igfig: Just the weapons and armour and such that you took from the elves Brigsby: Alrighty Igfig: and the jetpacks Wilco: Hell yeah! Igfig: I don't know how many you took of anything, I assume you guys have been keeping track Igfig: if not, somebody start keeping track Heronius_Napalm: We know who has the jetpacks Heronius_Napalm: I know that I have gotten nothing. Brigsby: everything else was left intentionally vague because it was late Heronius_Napalm: Did we remember to bring the dragon spoils? Igfig: Yes Igfig: since it was in your baggage Wilco: I still have the possessed poo with the filthy dildo in a jar Igfig: Now, unlike in our universe, most star systems in Wildspace only have one or two proper planets, plus maybe some asteroids or the like. Igfig: This system, as it happens, has just one planet Igfig: a medium-sized beige and blue swirl, studded with green near the temperate regions Igfig: in some places, river deltas and confluences and large islands and the like, you can see what looks like large settlements Heronius_Napalm: Aim for the green bits? Igfig: cities, really CaptainBravo joined #pwot_dnd. Igfig: although on the night side, you can see no lights Igfig: Hi Bravo fingers joined #pwot_dnd. fingers: Ohhh, that's the problem CaptainBravo quit. Wilco: Well we may as well land there, which side? Night or day? fingers: Haha, I've been logged into Xchat for like two hours now, in pwot_dnd waiting for someone else to stop by, turns out I was logged into the synIRC server Igfig: Your choice, guys. Igfig: heheh Thorn_the_Gnoll: Um, can we see any other space ships? Heronius_Napalm: Well, I will not mix character and player knowledge and ignore igfig's little foreshadowing there. Heronius_Napalm: I would like to attempt to land the ship outside of one of the settlements. fingers: Is Scribblar supposed to be showing something? Because I only see blank screens Wilco: not right now Heronius_Napalm: Do the settlements look advanced in technology? Igfig: The "heheh" was about Finger's getting lost in IRC, not any foreshadwing Igfig: You cannot see any spaceships Wilco: Our pilot isn't here Thorn_the_Gnoll: I can pilot too. Heronius_Napalm: Thorn can pilot. Igfig: You can't tell how advanced the settlements are from up here Heronius_Napalm: Well, lets try landing. Igfig: though they do look pretty large fingers: Settlements! yay! Heronius_Napalm: It's not like it would be worse than starving to death or suffocating. Igfig: All right. Igfig: Any one in particular? Heronius_Napalm: The largest one. Wilco: Yeah, that Igfig: Sure. Far-Walker: Vroom! Thorn_the_Gnoll: Around the middle of the day part. Igfig: gotcha Igfig: You guide the Bus into the planet's atmosphere Igfig: damn, this is bumpy! Heronius_Napalm: 1d20+13 Fortuna: Heronius_Napalm, 1d20+13: [12] = 25 Igfig: Heronius, you're feeling some pretty serious heat against the shields in front Thorn_the_Gnoll: 1d20+10 Fortuna: Thorn_the_Gnoll, 1d20+10: [1] = 11 Thorn_the_Gnoll: I'm kinda failing at piloting. Heronius_Napalm: The hell? Is this some sort of fire magic. Heronius_Napalm: Damn it thorn! Thorn_the_Gnoll: Understandable considering this is our first atmospheric entry. Brigsby: Anything I can to to help bolster the shields? Wilco: I sit down and buckle up Igfig: and Thorn, startled, jerks the nose of the shuttle up Igfig: it's buffeted up, over... Heronius_Napalm: Strap-in, this looks like it might get rough! Poen: Same. I buckle myself in. Igfig: and then suddenly you're cartwheeling down through the sky in a downright uncomfortable manner Heronius_Napalm: motherfuuuuuuuckerrrrr Thorn_the_Gnoll: 1d20+10 to fix this Fortuna: Thorn_the_Gnoll, to fix this: [1] = 11 Wilco: Shhhhiiiiiiiiiiittttt Thorn_the_Gnoll: Wow. Heronius_Napalm: DAMN IT THORN! Igfig: okay Wilco: 1d20+3 str to not puke Fortuna: Wilco, str to not puke: [7] = 10 Wilco: shit Thorn_the_Gnoll: Just wow. Igfig: that would be Con, WIlco Brigsby: You puke Wilco: oh Igfig: you still fail Wilco: yup Wilco: I just vomit everywhere Igfig: Everybody else, what're you doing now? Wilco: Just spewing it all over the walls Heronius_Napalm: If we survive this thorn, I am going to hurt you. Heronius_Napalm: Trying to use the thrusters to steady the ship. Far-Walker: Balancing the shit out of this Igfig: I should mention that you've aligned to the planet's gravity field, so you are seriously being flung all over the place Poen: I'm closing my eyes and just waiting. Poen: Wait, even if we're strapped in? Heronius_Napalm: The ship is. Far-Walker: 1d20+10 Acrobatics Fortuna: Far-Walker, Acrobatics: [18] = 28 Poen: Oh, nevermind, sorry. Brigsby: I'm doing whatever I can to bolster the shields, and also wondering how a dwarf got on the ship Igfig: People who conscientiously strapped themselves in beforehand are okay, if a little dizzy Thorn_the_Gnoll: Please tell me you're taking over the piloting. Far-Walker: So Far's just flipping around off the walls and shit, no seatbelt Igfig: I think maybe Poen isn't here yet Thorn_the_Gnoll: I'll try another roll. Heronius_Napalm: he straight does not give a fuck. Igfig: you'll be able to meet her soon enough Thorn_the_Gnoll: 1d20+10 please fix this. Fortuna: Thorn_the_Gnoll, please fix this.: [5] = 15 Igfig: not yet thorn Heronius_Napalm: 1d20+13 Fortuna: Heronius_Napalm, 1d20+13: [13] = 26 Thorn_the_Gnoll: Fine. Igfig: Brigsby, okay Brigsby: 1d20+7 Thievery to bolster shields Fortuna: Brigsby, Thievery to bolster shields: [5] = 12 Igfig: hmm Brigsby: Do I stabilize them, at least? Igfig: well, that depends on whether you can handle working upside down Igfig: Endurance check, please Igfig: brigsby Brigsby: 1d20+2 Fortuna: Brigsby, 1d20+2: [13] = 15 Igfig: okay, yeah Igfig: the shields hold fast, despite the crazy bucking Igfig: thanks to both your tender ministrations and Heronius' expert handling of the ship Igfig: 's forward-and-back motion Igfig: guiding it into loops, rather than just straight-up uncontrolled tumbling Far-Walker: Far-Walker does reverse-loops in the air 'cause he just doesn't care. Igfig: his hands are in the air Igfig: all four of them Igfig: Fingers, you haven't done anythign yet Far-Walker: Weeeeeeeeeeeee fingers: What can I do? fingers: I haven't been here for any of the space stuff, I dunno what to do Thorn_the_Gnoll: Rock on? fingers: 1d20+10 rock on Fortuna: fingers, rock on: [10] = 20 fingers: I rock on. Wilco: hell yeah Wilco: 1d20+6 join in the rocking Fortuna: Wilco, join in the rocking: [6] = 12 Wilco: Fortuna hates me though Igfig: wilco, you're throwing up fingers: That would explain that roll fingers: Hard to sing when you're puking Wilco: I didn't think I could throw up for so long Far-Walker: Far joins the rocking on as well Igfig: and fingers... make an Endurance check or something Far-Walker: 1d20+10 rock Fortuna: Far-Walker, rock: [14] = 24 fingers: Endurance check? Lemme look it up real quick Slim_Bankshot: Wilco has vomited up his spleen by now. Wilco: 1d20+6 please stop puking oh god it hurts Fortuna: Wilco, please stop puking oh god it hurts: [3] = 9 fingers: 1d20+4 Fortuna: fingers, 1d20+4: [12] = 16 Wilco: NOOOOOO Igfig: 'cause you're being bounced around, and it's pretty hard to sing when the wind's knocked out of you Heronius_Napalm: I swear wilco, if any of that gets on my robes I will set you on fire. Igfig: but yeah, that's fine Igfig: fingers, I mean. fingers: Fingers gives no fuck about Gravity Igfig: okay Igfig: you are getting pretty close to the ground now Igfig: fresh air is flooding into the cabin, but it's hard to tell because you're hyperventilating anyway Igfig: Thorn, you're going to have to try to land this thing Igfig: you and Hero Thorn_the_Gnoll: Joy of joys. Thorn_the_Gnoll: 1d20+10 Fortuna: Thorn_the_Gnoll, 1d20+10: [19] = 29 Heronius_Napalm is letting out an endless stream of swears Thorn_the_Gnoll: There we go. Heronius_Napalm: 1d20+13 Fortuna: Heronius_Napalm, 1d20+13: [12] = 25 Igfig: but at this point, it's more a matter of how badly you can avoid crashing--- Igfig: oh Igfig: well, uh, never mind fingers: Hahahaha Heronius_Napalm: You son of a bitch. Igfig: at the last moment, you smack at the stick and yank it across Igfig: at just the right moment Heronius_Napalm: you maginificent bastarrrrddd Igfig: to cancel the spin Igfig: level out straight and flat Igfig: just in time for Hero to glide down into a perfect landing. Igfig: Congratulations. Heronius_Napalm rests head on panel, panting. Wilco: now that we have landed Far-Walker: "Kickass." fingers: 1d20 high-five Heronius Fortuna: fingers, high-five Heronius: [10] = 10 Wilco: 1d20+6 please stop puking I can't even feel my organs anymore Fortuna: Wilco, please stop puking I can't even feel my organs anymore: [12] = 18 Slim_Bankshot: Finally Wilco: I pant Heronius_Napalm: 1d20 return high-five Fortuna: Heronius_Napalm, return high-five: [2] = 2 Heronius_Napalm: I return it poorly Thorn_the_Gnoll cracks his neck and calmly stands up. Heronius_Napalm: my hand is just limp/ Brigsby: Hero is too tired to high five Heronius_Napalm: Thorn. Heronius_Napalm: Magic missle on thorn. Heronius_Napalm: You take 8 damage. Heronius_Napalm: "That, if for fucking up." Heronius_Napalm: I retrive my bottle of wine from storage. Heronius_Napalm: I toss it to Thorn. Thorn_the_Gnoll: I catch it. Heronius_Napalm: "That, is for pulling through." fingers: I tell the two lovebirds to get a room already Heronius_Napalm: Shut up fingers. Heronius_Napalm: Let's go outside. Wilco: "Let's just figure out where we landed" Thorn_the_Gnoll grunts in acceptance of the wine, and growls at Fingers for the comment. Igfig: all right Heronius_Napalm: Also wilco, clean up your mess. Heronius_Napalm: Which is basically the entire ship interior. fingers: 1d20 pure dumb luck Fortuna: fingers, pure dumb luck: [19] = 19 Wilco: Don't you have like, a cleaning spell or something? fingers: Except for the area around me, hahaha fingers: Fortuna, I love you Fortuna blushes. Heronius_Napalm: I do, but then how would you learn. Igfig: you seem to have come down about a dozen miles from the city Igfig: maybe a bit more Brigsby: Awesome, a hike. Igfig: as you were falling, you got a glimpse of tall towers and broad avenues Far-Walker: Sweet. Igfig: from here, though, all you can see is mounds of... looks like junk. Heronius_Napalm: delightful. Igfig: Looks like you landed in a junkyard fingers: Junkyard! Sweet! fingers: Can I dig through the junk for hidden treasures? Wilco: Let's go scavange stuff! Far-Walker: WOO JUNKYARD Far-Walker: Far starts playing in it 'cause he's a bug. fingers: Everyone loves junkyard Wilco: 1d20 perception for stuff to take Fortuna: Wilco, perception for stuff to take: [4] = 4 Heronius_Napalm: Yes of course, go play in the garbage. Thorn_the_Gnoll: You can learn a lot about a culture by their trash. Wilco: GOD DAMMIT Igfig: You all pile out of the ship into the junkyard Heronius_Napalm: You find several dirty needles Heronius_Napalm: in your hand. Wilco: shiiiiiit Far-Walker: 1d20+4 Perception Fortuna: Far-Walker, Perception: [5] = 9 Far-Walker: :( Far-Walker: Oh well. He still has fun in the junk Thorn_the_Gnoll: 1d20+8 Perception Fortuna: Thorn_the_Gnoll, Perception: [17] = 25 Igfig: whoever was the first to set foot on an alien planet got lost in the general hubbub Wilco: Shit Wilco: I actually think that was me fingers: JUUUUUUNK Heronius_Napalm: I refuse to percieve anything about a pile of trash. Heronius_Napalm: no one will ever really know. fingers: 1d20+2 PILE OF TRASH Fortuna: fingers, PILE OF TRASH: [13] = 15 Wilco: "So uh.. let's move on" Igfig: The junk is... an interesting mix handofevil joined #pwot_dnd. Far-Walker: Hi Drey! Get over to 2 for a recap Slim_Bankshot: OK, do we have init rolls from everyone yet? Wilco: not yet Wilco: 1d20+6 init Fortuna: Wilco, init: [16] = 22 dreyrugr_nott: 1d20+1 Fortuna: dreyrugr_nott, 1d20+1: [14] = 15 Heronius_Napalm: We aren't in combat, Far-Walker: 1d20+6 Init Fortuna: Far-Walker, Init: [12] = 18 Brigsby: 1d20+5 Fortuna: Brigsby, 1d20+5: [17] = 22 Igfig: In some places you turn up plastics, pieces of still-shiny metals, and twitchy-looking tangles of clockwork Heronius_Napalm: 1d20+2 Fortuna: Heronius_Napalm, 1d20+2: [17] = 19 Far-Walker: Damn, we're rolling high on teh Inits tonight fingers: 1d20+2 initiative Fortuna: fingers, initiative: [17] = 19 fingers: Wow, even me Thorn_the_Gnoll: 1d20+9 Fortuna: Thorn_the_Gnoll, 1d20+9: [1] = 10 fingers: Strange Far-Walker: ha Wilco: but not thorn Igfig: others, bits of wood, copper nails Slim_Bankshot: OK OK stop. Slim_Bankshot: I may have jumped the gun on init. Igfig: both high and low tech Igfig: all over the map fingers: Aww man, does that mean I have to give up my excellent roll? Igfig: You can have init now if you like, it's not a problem Brigsby: Wilco, Brigsby, Hero/Fingers, Far, Drey, Thorn Heronius_Napalm: roll-off fingers Heronius_Napalm: 1d20+2 Fortuna: Heronius_Napalm, 1d20+2: [14] = 16 fingers: 1d20 Fortuna: fingers, 1d20: [8] = 8 fingers: boo Wilco: So are we leaving this junkyard? Igfig: you're in a sort of hollow between mounds of trash Heronius_Napalm: Yes. fingers: Not until I've grabbed me some junk Brigsby: I think we're scrounging aroun Heronius_Napalm: We are leaving immeditely fingers scrounge scrounge scrounge Heronius_Napalm: I refuse to wallow in refuse. dreyrugr_nott: "Woah guys. I think I drank too much on the ship. I have no idea whre the fuck we are" Wilco: I climb to the top of a junk pile to see what is around us Heronius_Napalm: We are in a pile of cast-offs. Wilco: 1d20 perception Fortuna: Wilco, perception: [18] = 18 Brigsby: "I thought that was just a normal Wednesday for you." dreyrugr_nott: "Well normally I can remember shit." Brigsby: "Define 'normally." fingers: Drey, last one in the trash pile is a rotten egg! dreyrugr_nott: "Normally: Happening 70% of the time" Igfig: Wilco fingers: Come on in, the tetanus gives it a pleasant tingly sensation Igfig: this is a big junkyard Wilco: How huge? Igfig: remember how I said you were about a dozen miles from that city? Igfig: About that far. Wilco: oh god Heronius_Napalm: Mother- Wilco: "I think we should start trying to get out of here" Far-Walker: "This is simply the best planet. Of all the planets, this one is the best." Heronius_Napalm: Fuuuu--- Brigsby: Fingers faints from the sight of all the junk Igfig: You can see larger heaps of wreckage dotted across the plain Far-Walker: Far is totally okay with this development Heronius_Napalm rubs temples Wilco: which way is the city? Thorn_the_Gnoll shrugs. Igfig: buildings, mostly, and other things that you don't know what they are Wilco: which direction is it I mean Igfig: it's east Wilco: I shout down "The city is east of us" Heronius_Napalm: alright, who is wearing armor? Wilco: I am Brigsby: I climb on Thorn's back, point east, and say "Mush!" Igfig: a shout echoes back across the plain Heronius_Napalm: I want an even split of armor in front and back while we are traveling Wilco: "Oh fuck, someone heard me!" dreyrugr_nott: "Good job wilco!" Heronius_Napalm: I trust nothing in this heap of offal. dreyrugr_nott: I slap wilco off of thorn's back Wilco: What? Thorn_the_Gnoll: That is Brigsby. Heronius_Napalm: (that was brigsbt) dreyrugr_nott: Oh Brigsby: You do no such thing dreyrugr_nott: In that case I slap wilco Wilco: I'm a 250 pound paladin wearing plate mail dreyrugr_nott: For no reason Wilco: wcavalier* fingers: 1d20+2 perception Fortuna: fingers, perception: [14] = 16 dreyrugr_nott: I'm a 250 pound dragonborn Igfig: another shout Wilco: Oh cool Igfig: or is it a howl? dreyrugr_nott: Who can electrocute you Heronius_Napalm: Damn it. Far-Walker: Nature to identify it: Wilco: I do make a be quiet motion Far-Walker: 1d20+11 Nature Fortuna: Far-Walker, Nature: [2] = 13 Wilco: I make a* Far-Walker: :( Igfig: Fingers, you turn up three wooden wagon wheels and something vaguely wheel-like made out of metal Igfig: also a stack of plasitc poles dreyrugr_nott: I also make a nature check on the howl. Heronius_Napalm: Fingers, see if you can make something with that crap. dreyrugr_nott: 1d20+6 Fortuna: dreyrugr_nott, 1d20+6: [19] = 25 fingers: Hell yes. Far-Walker: NO FAIR I AM THE BUG HIPPY Heronius_Napalm: (That will keep him busy for a while) Brigsby: Wouldn't building a wagon take a while? fingers: Go secret hidden construction power WAGONWRIGHT Heronius_Napalm: We are not moving until I am sure we are at least marginally safe. Thorn_the_Gnoll: Make that wagon a battlewagon then. Heronius_Napalm: and if I don't give fingers something to do, he will get into some sort of trouble. dreyrugr_nott: "We are never safe" fingers: We are not moving until I find a way to attach these wheels(?) to these poles Igfig: Not even quite a howl... somewhere between that, a shout, and a high, crazy laugh Wilco: "Guys I think we should get ready for battle" Brigsby: We should probably cover the ship with junk to camouflage it Igfig: it sounds sort of like a hyena or a jackal Heronius_Napalm: Do not even think about it. Igfig: and it sounds like more than one of them Far-Walker: "Thorn, is that a sibling?" dreyrugr_nott: "Hey guys. I think those howls might be coming from a hyena or jackal" Heronius_Napalm: In fact, try to clear the junk for about 4 feet in every direction around the ship. dreyrugr_nott: "And it sounds like there's more then one" Thorn_the_Gnoll: Do gnolls howl? Heronius_Napalm: you tell me. dreyrugr_nott: You can try Brigsby: You're the Gnoll, you tell us Thorn_the_Gnoll: I'll look. Igfig: and, if they're anything like jackals on your planet, they're currently chasing something down dreyrugr_nott: "I think they may be chasing something" Heronius_Napalm: Good. Heronius_Napalm: That means they aren't chasing us. Heronius_Napalm: let's go. dreyrugr_nott: "That something could infact be us" dreyrugr_nott: "Or it could be wilco" dreyrugr_nott: "I say we leave him behind just in case" fingers: Currently chasing implies their prey be moving, laddie Wilco: Or it could be a big knife in your stomach Wilco: Drey how far away are they dreyrugr_nott: Can I tell how far away they are ig? dreyrugr_nott: Or do I need to do a perception check for that Igfig: Heronius, clearing the junk around the ship is a losing battle. There's way too much of it. Heronius_Napalm sighs fingers: 1d20+3 theivery roll Fortuna: fingers, theivery roll: [16] = 19 Igfig: Drey, you think they're about a mile or two away fingers: 1d20+2 INT check Fortuna: fingers, INT check: [16] = 18 dreyrugr_nott: "They sound a couple miles away" Wilco: Then we should be safe to start moving Wilco: But let's set something down so we can remember where the ship is Heronius_Napalm: perfect. Wilco: Also what about the gratch? dreyrugr_nott: "Wilco. Take a bath. They can smell you from 2 miles off" Igfig: He is asleep. Wilco: Okay Heronius_Napalm: The gratch had technology or long range communication. Heronius_Napalm: is there any remnant on the ship? Igfig: Anyone helping Fingers with this thing he's building? fingers: Assist me with my battlewagon! Wilco: What is he even building Heronius_Napalm: Of course I'm not. Igfig: This ship did have some short-range comms Wilco: Well Heronius_Napalm: how far is short range? dreyrugr_nott: We don't even know what comms are Thorn_the_Gnoll: Well, doesn't say if gnolls howl. Brigsby: assume they do dreyrugr_nott: NATURE CHECK YOURSELF THORN Far-Walker: Do that in private. Wilco: Ig did the gratch teach us a little about the technology during the week drive? Far-Walker: No one likes to see people checking themselves. fingers: Aww, will nobody help me build my junk-buggy? Thorn_the_Gnoll: 1d20+1 Nature on my vocal chords. Fortuna: Thorn_the_Gnoll, Nature on my vocal chords.: [6] = 7 Far-Walker: What sort of skill would you use for building the junk-buggy? Igfig: all that's in the comm logs is a snatch of dialogue from an old, uncleared conversation Far-Walker: There's no more Craft. Igfig: something about "when we get back to the Rock of Bral" Wilco: I think we should write that down Heronius_Napalm: go ahead. Wilco: "Rock of Bral" Igfig: Wilco, the gratch guy did teach you a bit Igfig: but he didn't know all that much, remember Igfig: he was just a menial Wilco: As long as we actually know what a communicator is Igfig: heck, he didn't even have a name Igfig: only gratch who need names, get names dreyrugr_nott: Can we understand the dialogue? Igfig: yes, everyone speaks common dreyrugr_nott: Okay. I listen to the log Igfig: That was it dreyrugr_nott: Oh Igfig: Was probably part of a larger conversation, but somebody cleared the logs a while back Wilco: "We need to get to that city eventually, and I don't like our chances if we go when it is dark" Igfig: probably just shortly before you left Brigsby: Maybe we should use the comm to try and call for help? Igfig: Okay, any questions or things I haven't answered yet? dreyrugr_nott: Wilco. you forget I have an everlasting torch Heronius_Napalm: from who? Brigsby: Or just get back in the ship and fly to the city Igfig: It's hard to keep track of all the stuff that's going on when there are so many of you Wilco: The point is that we can't see what is all around us, the torch can't light up 12 miles Brigsby: I dunno, just a distress call dreyrugr_nott: IT CAN IF WE JUST BELIEVE fingers: This is what you guys are all missing out on: http://i39.photobucket.com/albums/e187/johnnyevilguy/BATTLEWAGON.png Igfig: for me, I mean Thorn_the_Gnoll: Hell, I'm gonna roll a thievery check to improve the wagon. dreyrugr_nott: Well I still have no idea where we are Heronius_Napalm: Let's just be on our way. Thorn_the_Gnoll: 1d20+10 Fortuna: Thorn_the_Gnoll, 1d20+10: [16] = 26 Heronius_Napalm: East towards the city. Wilco: what was that for Wilco: oh Igfig: You put out a distress call, sure Igfig: no answer though Igfig: and the wagon is now ready fingers: Excellent Igfig: after about an hour of work Wilco: We should lock up the ship so that the gratch isn't captured while he sleeps Wilco: and so no one steals our ship Igfig: question: how are you powering it Igfig: he's got that covered Wilco: Earth bending dreyrugr_nott: With the power of ROCK Wilco: Okay Thorn_the_Gnoll: Have the strong people pull it? dreyrugr_nott: Fuck that wilco. I'm not earth bending for you Igfig: also, the members of your party that aren't coming with you Igfig: are still on the shi Igfig: p Wilco: Okay Heronius_Napalm: good enough. Heronius_Napalm: they can figure out the communications. Wilco: So what do we do with this wagon? Heronius_Napalm: And can help us on our way back. dreyrugr_nott: Wilco Igfig: Indeed. dreyrugr_nott: That's a stupid question dreyrugr_nott: We put it on a large hil dreyrugr_nott: hill* dreyrugr_nott: And roll down in it fingers: Exactly Heronius_Napalm facepalm Wilco: Oh well dreyrugr_nott: TO THE TRASH PILE Wilco: I head east towards the city Brigsby: I bet I can guess what we do with the wagon. Fingers and Hero ride on it, while Wilco and Drey pull it dreyrugr_nott: I won't pull shit Brigsby: You're one of the high-strength people, you have to pull it Heronius_Napalm: I can make my own transport. dreyrugr_nott: True dreyrugr_nott: I'll use my sword dreyrugr_nott: THORN STRIKE TO PULL THE WAGON dreyrugr_nott: 1d20+9 Fortuna: dreyrugr_nott, 1d20+9: [8] = 17 dreyrugr_nott: I pull the wagon one square Wilco: 1d20+4 str check to pull the wagon Fortuna: Wilco, str check to pull the wagon: [10] = 14 Wilco: I don't even know Igfig: this is going to be pretty slow Heronius_Napalm: Anyone have a better idea for transporting ourselves? Igfig: if you're only pulling the wagon a square or two each round fingers: I've got one Far-Walker: We could...walk? Brigsby: How about we just fly the ship? Wilco: By god I think he got it Far-Walker: Like, with our feet. dreyrugr_nott: Who the fuck walks these days? Thorn_the_Gnoll: Everyone. Heronius_Napalm: If I could fly the ship there, don't you think I would have done so? fingers: I thought we landed here to keep the ship a safe distance in case something went wrong Thorn_the_Gnoll: We're from a place of medieval tech. Igfig: Probably, yeah Heronius_Napalm: The engines need time to recover from what we did. Wilco: Alright let's just start walking Thorn_the_Gnoll: Everyone walks, unless they had a horse. Igfig: if you'd flown straight into the city, you probably owuld ahve run into something Brigsby: true fingers: You guys aren't inventive enough dreyrugr_nott: That sounds entertaining Igfig: anyone have a horse int heir inventory? Heronius_Napalm: I cast tenser's floating disk. Brigsby: Okay, let's just walk Heronius_Napalm: I will ride that. Igfig: you can't ride that, hero Heronius_Napalm: 1d20+13 Fortuna: Heronius_Napalm, 1d20+13: [9] = 22 Far-Walker: Yeah, and besides, taking off =/= steering a ship Heronius_Napalm: Why not? Igfig: it follows you around Igfig: if you sit on it, it'll just stay in place Heronius_Napalm: I can use a move action to move it my speed. dreyrugr_nott: I'll totally ride it dreyrugr_nott sits on the disc Heronius_Napalm: but only twice Igfig: I'm pretty sure there's a reason why it doesn't work Igfig: lemme check Heronius_Napalm: It disappears fingers: I bolt the biggest piece of strong metal I can find to the back of the BATTLEWAGON Heronius_Napalm: after 2 consecutive move actions fingers: 1d20+3 Fortuna: fingers, 1d20+3: [11] = 14 Wilco: So we are all heading east? Wilco: It's been decided? Heronius_Napalm: Yes. Wilco: Then we are off Igfig: Tradition, but not RAW, states that Tenser's Floating Disk cannot be ridden by the caster Heronius_Napalm: Alright. Igfig: i think the compromise will be fingers: What is the weight limit of Tenser's Floating Disk? Heronius_Napalm: currently 500 lbs Igfig: this, you can't ride Heronius_Napalm: since I rolled 22 Igfig: but research a higher-level version of the ritual, and that'll work Igfig: anyway Igfig: you are off! Thorn_the_Gnoll starts heading east with Brigsby on his back. Far-Walker: Yay! fingers: Igfig, I mount up Battlewagon, and instruct someone to shoot the ship's main cannon at the big chunk of metal in the back dreyrugr_nott: I'm still sitting on hero's disk Igfig: ah fingers: Does it work Y/N Heronius_Napalm: I warn everyone to not do that. Igfig: uhhh Igfig: hmm Wilco: That is a terrible diea dreyrugr_nott: I jump in the wagon with fingers Heronius_Napalm: I refuse to lend the power required fingers: This is the best idea Wilco: Let's just focus on walking dreyrugr_nott: "SHOOT THE CANNON" Wilco: and igfig can tell us how long it takes to get there Heronius_Napalm: No. Heronius_Napalm: Shut up Igfig: 1d20+7 vs. AC on the plate Fortuna: Igfig, vs. AC on the plate: [18] = 25 fingers: Battlewagon wants to FLY Igfig: 4d6+4 damage Fortuna: Igfig, damage: [2, 5, 2, 5] = 18 Wilco: ow Igfig: on the plate fingers: That's a hit Igfig: ... the plate is blown off, and the battlewagon surges forward fingers: "See ya later, losers!" dreyrugr_nott: WEEEEEEEEEE fingers: As the battlewagon lurches into action, I shout out "Enjoy walking, fags!" Igfig: you careen down a hill and out across the plain dreyrugr_nott: "WEEEEEEEEEEEE" Wilco: they are going to hit somethign Wilco: It's a junk yard after all fingers: Copilot Mop, take the wheel! Igfig: after about 150 metres, you start to slow down fingers: Dammit mop! What do I pay you for? dreyrugr_nott: "Hey what gives!" Far-Walker: Far can totally catch up Wilco: yeah if we were walking that whole time Wilco: which was like two minutes dreyrugr_nott: I'm in the wagon with you fingers. Remember Igfig: just as a shallow crevasse becomes visible just in front of you fingers: I hope this ends well. Poen: Igfig, I've got to go and eat birthday sushi with my family. I'll still be signed on, so I can read the logs after. I'll catch everyone next week! Heronius_Napalm: the logs are available. Wilco: Try and find a ramp to fly over it Igfig: okay. Sorry we couldn't get to you just yet. Igfig: See you next week! Poen: Don't worry about it. See you guys! Far-Walker: Bye! Igfig: Bye Wilco: So are we still walking? Wilco: Or on the wagon now? Igfig: Also damn, I was going to have you guys meet Poen in the next few minutes Igfig: well, first Heronius_Napalm: rewrite. Igfig: what are you guys in the wagon doing about said crevasse Brigsby: We're walking, the people on the wagon are Fingers, Drey, and Mop Igfig: well yeah, obviously rewrite Heronius_Napalm: Bio Wilco: Mop is it's own character now? fingers: Well, since I kind of forgot to install any kind of method of steering the Battlewagon Far-Walker: Mop is an Epic level Cleaning Utensil. Igfig: well then dreyrugr_nott: I'm not going to do shit Thorn_the_Gnoll: Didn't I improve your wagon with thievery? I suppose I didn't say what I improved though. fingers: I am trying to remain calm, and Mop is facing impending doom stoically Brigsby: +4 Mop of Mopping Igfig: you could try to lean or something Igfig: but if not Igfig: then Wilco: try and jump it fingers: Yes! dreyrugr_nott: YES dreyrugr_nott: I'm going to try and jump it! Igfig: how? fingers: Igfig, is there anything between us and the crevasse that looks like it could work as a ramp? Wilco: is there anything rampy? Wilco: well dreyrugr_nott: Jump out of the wagon just as it goes off fingers: 1d20+2 perception Fortuna: fingers, perception: [5] = 7 Brigsby: Grab the edges, make an upward jerking motion dreyrugr_nott: 1d20+7 per Fortuna: dreyrugr_nott, per: [20] = 27 dreyrugr_nott: HOLY SHIT Wilco: you could jam mop into the wheel and cause you all to catapult over it Wilco: but I'm afraid mop would not survive fingers: Drey! Damn, boy dreyrugr_nott: Is there anything I see that can catapult us across dreyrugr_nott: or ramp us across Igfig: drey, yes! There is, in fact, the bottom half of what used to be a half-pipe, you thing Igfig: think Wilco: Oh hell yes dreyrugr_nott: Ah yeaah dreyrugr_nott: We'll use that! Igfig: so a quarter pipe Igfig: no wait, a quarter pipe is actually a thing fingers: What roll to shift the battlewago? DEX? Acrobatics? dreyrugr_nott: This is the best thing ever Wilco: Shetland Battlewagon! Igfig: Thorn probably installed some rudimentary controls, of the "rope attached to axle" variety dreyrugr_nott: Also ig, if you want, you can just use black dynamite instead of poen Igfig: but it'll mostly be athletics Thorn_the_Gnoll: You'd be playing two different people then Drey. fingers: Mop, man the helm! Drey and I have to make some emergency manuevers! Heronius_Napalm: Or drey could fall off of a wagon and break her neck. Wilco: I start running to catch up and see how this plays out dreyrugr_nott: ALRIGHT FINGERS Igfig: also, black dynamite is in that forest with all those other people dreyrugr_nott: ARE YOU READY TO DO THIS BADASS SHIT Brigsby: If anyone is going to be introduced as one of us playing two characters, it's Adam. *Crosses arms* Heronius_Napalm: wait what? Igfig: whoever has the best athletics, make the check fingers: Let's do this Igfig: everybody else aids fingers: I'm at +1, not me fingers: What do I roll to aid? Wilco: I whip out my keytar and start rocking out to enspire them Wilco: 1d20+6 preform Fortuna: Wilco, preform: [16] = 22 dreyrugr_nott: 1d20+3 OHGODPLEASEDOSOEMTHINGBADASS Fortuna: dreyrugr_nott, OHGODPLEASEDOSOEMTHINGBADASS: [6] = 9 Heronius_Napalm: I watch with disdain. dreyrugr_nott: :( fingers: 1d20+10 perform Fortuna: fingers, perform: [7] = 17 MOP: 1d20 ASSIST Fortuna: MOP, ASSIST: [20] = 20 Wilco: YESA Wilco: YEEESSSS Far-Walker: OH SHIT Igfig: You guys play a pretty good inspirational tune Wilco: and the mop? dreyrugr_nott: ACTING CAPTAIN MOP IS AWESOME Igfig: harmonizes Far-Walker: They play Chariots of Fire Heronius_Napalm: do they have enough? Igfig: right up until you tumble off the end of the half-half pipe into the crevasse Wilco: well fuck dreyrugr_nott: Oh noooooooo fingers: "I REGRET NOTHIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIING" dreyrugr_nott: "WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE" Wilco: Them Shetland boys are in a heep o' trouble now Wilco: heap* Igfig: Mop manages to stay in the wagon Wilco: YEAH fingers: AVENGE ME, MOP dreyrugr_nott: Ig Igfig: yes? dreyrugr_nott: CAn I make another athletics check to jump out at the last second dreyrugr_nott: and fly across the crevice Wilco: wouldn't that be acrobatics? Igfig: yes, definitely dreyrugr_nott: AWESOME dreyrugr_nott: 1d20+3 Fortuna: dreyrugr_nott, 1d20+3: [10] = 13 fingers: 1d20+3 acrobatics Fortuna: fingers, acrobatics: [6] = 9 Igfig: either will do fingers: :( dreyrugr_nott: Oh nooooooo Wilco: YOU FORGOT OUR PREFORM fingers: I'm a rocker, not a jumper Heronius_Napalm: that does not count here. Wilco: oh Igfig: I'm afraid not Igfig: neither of you makes it Thorn_the_Gnoll: Plus they zooomed out waaaay way ahead of the rest of us. There is nothing we can do to help them now. Thorn_the_Gnoll: Until we get over there. Heronius_Napalm: you were playing chariots of fire, not "I believe I can fly" dreyrugr_nott: Me and fingers fall into the drevace dreyrugr_nott: and die Wilco: NNNNNNNNNNNNOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO Igfig: luckily it's only, like, ten feet deep dreyrugr_nott: CREAM CORN dreyrugr_nott: NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO dreyrugr_nott: Oh Wilco: HAHA Heronius_Napalm: Why would we help them exactley? Wilco: How did you not make it across that Thorn_the_Gnoll: Band members. Heronius_Napalm: I suppose Thorn_the_Gnoll: What would you do without the lead guitarist? Heronius_Napalm: It annoys me that they are my income. Igfig: you weren't going all that fast, and then you went up a ramp Brigsby: Fingers is the lead guitar. We can leave Drey. Wilco: Igfig how far behind them are the people on foot? Igfig: bout 200 metres dreyrugr_nott: "Fingers. That was the coolest thing ever" Wilco: shit fingers: 1d20 high-five drey Fortuna: fingers, high-five drey: [15] = 15 Heronius_Napalm: I walk slowly toward the crevasse. dreyrugr_nott: 1d20 brofist Fortuna: dreyrugr_nott, brofist: [12] = 12 Wilco: I run towards it Heronius_Napalm shakes head. dreyrugr_nott: I turn to fingers dreyrugr_nott: "LET'S DO IT AGAIN" Heronius_Napalm looks up at the sky and sighs. Wilco: You can't Wilco: You are stuck in it fingers: Mop, man the wagon while we scout ahead with the rest of these losers Igfig: Wilco, your lady love is all right, just a bit bruised Wilco: what? dreyrugr_nott: "Hey babe" Heronius_Napalm: That is now canon. Wilco: ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT DREY? Igfig: you and drey Wilco: I WILL STAB YOU IF YOU ARE Wilco: ARGH Heronius_Napalm: CANON Igfig: I se how you look at each other Brigsby: TOTALLY CANON Wilco: FUCK Far-Walker: So canon dreyrugr_nott: "Come on wilco! Let's have hot bruised sex" Thorn_the_Gnoll: So canon it hurts. Wilco: I agree completely Wilco: wait, mop is watching Thorn_the_Gnoll: And there we have it, he agreed to it. Brigsby: Brigsby now dislikes Wilco more, due to him being a dragon-lover dreyrugr_nott: "Let him watch" Igfig: oh god can't stop laughing Wilco: Brigsby is racist Heronius_Napalm: I cast freezing burst on those two/ Thorn_the_Gnoll: Drakist. Igfig: okay Heronius_Napalm: "Not now." Heronius_Napalm: and for tiamat's sake don't make me watch. Igfig: while the wagon guys are fiddling around in the crevasse Heronius_Napalm: or I will set you on fire. Igfig: the rest of you over take them Heronius_Napalm: I would have helped, but then how would you learn? Heronius_Napalm: I place the mop on my disk dreyrugr_nott: I wish mouser was here Heronius_Napalm: You don't get this back until we get to the city. Wilco: The mop is the best character dreyrugr_nott: He could totally do this Igfig: no sexing here and/or now dreyrugr_nott: Later then dreyrugr_nott: Got it Far-Walker: That's for #pwot_dnd3 Wilco: that's for #pwot_dndXXX Igfig: The "3" is for boobies Wilco: Let's keep heading east now dreyrugr_nott: "Alright. enough sex. Let's move on" Igfig: You do, then. dreyrugr_nott: Are we still in the crevace? Wilco: how far do we make it this time before someone fucks up? Igfig: you climb out Igfig: it's pretty easy dreyrugr_nott: 2 feet dreyrugr_nott: Fingers finds another wagon dreyrugr_nott: And we repeat Heronius_Napalm: When I find out who fired the turret cannon... Wilco: fuck dreyrugr_nott: It was the gratch hero Wilco: I bet the gratch did Heronius_Napalm: Motherfucker. Igfig: while you look for another wagon, everyone else is moving on. Igfig: Trudge trudge trudge. dreyrugr_nott: Charge him extra for our concerts Wilco: We need a marching song Wilco: Does anyone know a good one? Heronius_Napalm: I would if he had money. fingers: The popeye theme song? Wilco: We don't know that song Heronius_Napalm: I will burn you. Brigsby: I whistle the Andy Griffith theme dreyrugr_nott: "Fingers" dreyrugr_nott: "We need more badass stuff to do" Wilco: I whistle the route 1 song from pokemon red Far-Walker: Far is a bug and cannot whistle Brigsby: You click your mandibles Heronius_Napalm: Heronius is crabby and refuses to whistle Far-Walker: He beat boxes instead Heronius_Napalm: (also he is unable) Igfig: you all march along, singing a cacophany of music and music-related noises Thorn_the_Gnoll: I don't think gnolls can whistle either, canine shaped mouth and all. dreyrugr_nott: Drey looks around for badass stuff to do while waking Heronius_Napalm: Heronius continues thwarting drey's efforts dreyrugr_nott: 1d20+7 for soemthing badass to do Fortuna: dreyrugr_nott, for soemthing badass to do: [17] = 24 Brigsby: I don't think you understand rolls Heronius_Napalm: 1d20+13 heronius for stopping Fortuna: Heronius_Napalm, heronius for stopping: [9] = 22 dreyrugr_nott: That was a perception check brigs Igfig: until you come over a ridge, and are met with a chorus of giggly howls Thorn_the_Gnoll: Wow, we're good at avoiding trouble. Wilco: I blame the wagon trick back there Heronius_Napalm: I had better get to kill something. Igfig: Down in a sort of bowl-shaped depression formed around what must have once been the basement of a rather large building Igfig: you can see a number of human shapes Wilco: How many? Igfig: about twenty or thirty dreyrugr_nott: 1d20+7 perception check on them Fortuna: dreyrugr_nott, perception check on them: [2] = 9 Wilco: Fuck Wilco: double fuck dreyrugr_nott: Damn Igfig: can't see much of them from here Thorn_the_Gnoll: 1d20+8 perception check. Fortuna: Thorn_the_Gnoll, perception check.: [18] = 26 Igfig: it's kind of hazy dreyrugr_nott: Can I just use the 24 I rolled Wilco: I might be able to diplomacy or bluff our way past them Heronius_Napalm: I would rather burn my way past them. Igfig: thorn, though, while their details aren't visible Brigsby: Wilco, I'm better at Bluffs or Diplomacy Wilco: what do you have? Brigsby: +10 Wilco: Well we can both try I guess Igfig: they have the lean (starved, really) frames and steady lope of a desert sort of canine Igfig: coyote, jackal, etc Thorn_the_Gnoll: So probably not gnolls then. Wilco: Okay we might have to intimidate then dreyrugr_nott: Can I do an insight check to see if they're hostle? Heronius_Napalm: 1d20+7 insight into their alignment. Fortuna: Heronius_Napalm, insight into their alignment.: [6] = 13 dreyrugr_nott: 1d20+1 Fortuna: dreyrugr_nott, 1d20+1: [11] = 12 Igfig: no, they're shaped pretty humanish Thorn_the_Gnoll: Can I smell them? Igfig: they're laughing, it sounds like Wilco: Let's see if we can walk past Wilco: A group of obvious warriors Igfig: or maybe it's singing Wilco: they might not do anything fingers: Let's rock them. Igfig: probably not a hunting call dreyrugr_nott: "Fingers. Want to jump down and run up to them? dreyrugr_nott: "AND START ROCKING?" fingers: Who's down for rocking? fingers: Show of hands Heronius_Napalm: drey, you are not in the band. Igfig: you can smell them, thorn Wilco: *raises hand* dreyrugr_nott: Shut up hero. Yes I am Igfig: they smell a lot like gnolls, actually Brigsby: Drey is backup singer Igfig: despite their different shape dreyrugr_nott raises hand Thorn_the_Gnoll: Interesting. Brigsby: "Thorn, smaller cousins?" Thorn_the_Gnoll shrugs. Heronius_Napalm: we don't do free shows. dreyrugr_nott: Thorn's long lost brothers Igfig: they lope up and toward you in a great surge Thorn_the_Gnoll: "Space gnolls maybe." Wilco: It's time to rock or fight fingers: Ok guys, who's going to assist me on my newest song? Wilco: Which will it be guys dreyrugr_nott: I will Wilco: I will Igfig: spreading out around you, trying to encircle fingers: Get your rolls ready while I prep the lyrics Wilco: "Spread out! Wilco: " Igfig: they don't look quite hostile Igfig: or friendsly either Thorn_the_Gnoll: Um, can I do a perception check to single out the leader? Heronius_Napalm: I am hostile. Brigsby: Guy's, they're just curioius Thorn_the_Gnoll: 1d20+8 Fortuna: Thorn_the_Gnoll, 1d20+8: [6] = 14 Heronius_Napalm: I appear extremely hostile. Wilco: I draw my weapon Wilco: You can't be too cautious Igfig: you're not too sure, thorn dreyrugr_nott: I push wilco's hand down dreyrugr_nott: "Just wait" Heronius_Napalm: I draw my wands from opposite sleeves fingers: Do your assist rolls, whoever's helping me perform Igfig: they all look pretty starved Thorn_the_Gnoll: Well, I'm just gonna skip straight to the establishing dominance then. Wilco: 1d20+7 assist Fortuna: Wilco, assist: [5] = 12 dreyrugr_nott: 1d20+6 assist Fortuna: dreyrugr_nott, assist: [7] = 13 Thorn_the_Gnoll: 1d20+10 intimidate Fortuna: Thorn_the_Gnoll, intimidate: [18] = 28 dreyrugr_nott: WOOOOOOO Wilco: YEAH dreyrugr_nott: Oh dreyrugr_nott: Fuck Igfig: whoa Wilco: They are probably going to run away screaming Igfig: wilco and drey, was that assist for thorn? Igfig: or fingers? fingers: +2 for lyrics, igfig? fingers: For me Wilco: no Wilco: for fingers dreyrugr_nott: For fingers Igfig: I think Thorn did his thing while you guys were stil setting up dreyrugr_nott: I look up dreyrugr_nott: "Oh hey where did they go" Thorn_the_Gnoll: I apparently punch the nearest one in the snout to establish dominance. Igfig: Thorn, you growl and do... I dunno, whatever gnolls do to establish dominance Igfig: ah Igfig: :D dreyrugr_nott: Thorn is awesome Wilco: Where is mop? Heronius_Napalm: On my disk Wilco: okay Igfig: he sprawls over backwards with a yelp Thorn_the_Gnoll: I've been waiting a long time for the chance to do that. fingers: Mop's back at the battlewagon fingers: protecting it fingers: He's dependable Igfig: the others all draw back Igfig: in a ripple Heronius_Napalm: "So are you performing or not?" Igfig: pacing, a few almost whining dreyrugr_nott: "Hell yes we are" Wilco: "Who among you is the leader" Igfig: they don't look quite human, but more so than a gnoll fingers: So, have we set up yet Igfig? Can we do this song? Brigsby: Shifters? Igfig: you're set up Thorn_the_Gnoll points at the one he punched, "You, speak." Igfig: maybe similar to shifters fingers: Here's the lyrics: fingers: ODE TO BATTLEWAGON fingers: Sensors blare, fire flares, the planet looms ahead fingers: Mistakes made, insufficient aid, will we soon be dead? fingers: Last second luck, the stick's unstuck, the ship lands without hitch fingers: Open the hatch, secure the gratch, as we explore this land of kitsch fingers: JUNK PLANET! (LAND OF THE TRASH!) fingers: HIDDEN GOLD! (UNDERNEATH SCRAPS!) fingers: MYSTERY! (ADVENTURE PLUS!) fingers: FIRESTORM! (DON'T FUCK WITH US!) fingers: Manager bitches, Thorn's fur itches, a sea of random shit fingers: But they don't know, the idea grows, Finger's chomping at the bit fingers: AID SOLICITED, JUNK PILES REVISTED, AXLE, CAB, AND WHEEL fingers: TAKING SHAPE, OUR BEST ESCAPE, THE BATTLEWAGON'S REVEAL! fingers: JUNK PLANET! (LAND OF THE TRASH!) fingers: HIDDEN GOLD! (UNDERNEATH SCRAPS!) fingers: NEED FOR SPEED! (ADRENALINE PLUS!) Igfig: the one you punched opens his mouth, then the music hits him fingers: FIRESTORM! (DON'T FUCK WITH US!) Igfig: allof them fingers: Laser flashes, metal clashes, the wagon is aloose! fingers: flying high, ground meets sky, Firestorm's caboose! fingers: Ramp of shame, douses the flame, our flight comes to an end! dreyrugr_nott: I'm singing back up so what ever is in parenthesis. fingers: In Mop we trust, kicking up dust, on foot our journey begins! fingers: JUNK PLANET! (LAND OF THE TRASH!) Wilco: holy shit fingers: HIDDEN GOLD! (UNDERNEATH SCRAPS!) fingers: BEATING FEET! (WALKING SUCKS!) fingers: FIRESTORM! (DON'T FUCK WITH US!) fingers: 1d20+12 perform, to blow their fucking minds Fortuna: fingers, perform, to blow their fucking minds: [8] = 20 fingers: 1d20+12 Fortuna: fingers, 1d20+12: [17] = 29 fingers: Whoops Wilco: 1d20+10 rock the fuck out Fortuna: Wilco, rock the fuck out: [15] = 25 Igfig: uh Brigsby: I love how I'm the lead singer, but Fingers is the one who does all the singing for everything fingers: Oh, right, how much assist do I get from those two? That needs to be added to the first roll Far-Walker: 1d20+10 rockin it Fortuna: Far-Walker, rockin it: [1] = 11 Far-Walker: :( Wilco: HAHA dreyrugr_nott: 1d20+6 singing Fortuna: dreyrugr_nott, singing: [6] = 12 Wilco: so uh... yeah Igfig: Wilco gives you a _4 bonus dreyrugr_nott: I whine a bit fingers: God, I'm bad at this Igfig: +4 fingers: So 24 total Brigsby: I should just resign and be a co-manager or something Igfig: drey and Far don't do much fingers: And I thought the assumption was that I'm passing these lyrics to you? Heronius_Napalm: That's what I always thought. fingers: And just doing the perform rolls because I have the best to perform? Brigsby: Oh, really? Brigsby: I thought it was just you three doing it Heronius_Napalm: You two are on a rather symbiotic rock level. Igfig: but really, they have no idea what's going on there Wilco: Did we blow their mind Wilco: ? dreyrugr_nott: Yes wilco. One of them explodes Far-Walker: "We just gave these heathens the gift of rock." Brigsby: I see, so me and Fingers are symbiotic rockers. He writes the songs, I sing them Igfig: they're more confused than mind-blown Heronius_Napalm: Basically Igfig: what the hell is this fingers: Philistines Wilco: "Maybe we should try just talking" Brigsby: I understand Heronius_Napalm: I take out the money sack. Igfig: they don't understand Igfig: now, punching in the face Heronius_Napalm: I walk up to the nearest one. Igfig: that they understand Thorn_the_Gnoll tells the one I punched to speak again. Wilco: Hero don't hit himn fingers: He's going to try and shake them down Heronius_Napalm: you have been blessed with the gift of our show. Heronius_Napalm: you must make an offering.. fingers: He gets this way when he has his money sack out Heronius_Napalm: 1d20+7 dip Fortuna: Heronius_Napalm, dip: [10] = 17 Heronius_Napalm: (I'm always looking out for out bottom line) Igfig: "Aa-aa-aa-aa-aaahh... I- you- what? Who are these?" Wilco: Igfig Heronius_Napalm shakes the bag invitingly Igfig: yes Wilco: I want to nominate Fingers for a boon for that rockin song Heronius_Napalm: Of-er-ing. Heronius_Napalm: you were given a gift Heronius_Napalm: so you pay with another gift. Thorn_the_Gnoll: "I'm Thorn. They're the band. Tell me where we are and what you are." Heronius_Napalm: Then we are comrades. Igfig: Fingers is pretty much permanently nominated for a boon, but I'm still trying to figure out something to match his incredible musicking Wilco: Okay dreyrugr_nott: +5 to perform? dreyrugr_nott: @ig dreyrugr_nott: So he can rock harder Igfig: no, and we can talk about that later dreyrugr_nott: Alright dreyrugr_nott: "I think they're ignoring you hero" fingers: If it somehow could involve either Mop or the Battlewagon, I could die happy Heronius_Napalm is growing annoyed Heronius_Napalm: (fingers is proficient in mop?) Wilco: 1d20+9 diplomacy Fortuna: Wilco, diplomacy : [9] = 18 Wilco: "Who are you?" Igfig: sorry, trying to get the hang of their dialogue Thorn_the_Gnoll: Already asked that Wilco. Wilco: Oh Wilco: crap Thorn_the_Gnoll: Or, told them to tell me. Igfig: I'm trying to answer, it's just taking me a moment Igfig: "We... fooding! Hunger, food! This is great Chiron world! Wilco: "Who are the Chiron?" Igfig: "No, Chiron is world. We, dogs were. Now, different." Heronius_Napalm: delightful. Wilco: "What happened?" dreyrugr_nott: "Who lives in the city?" Igfig: "Jackals, were. Us. No, always, still are." Igfig: "City? Oh, people." dreyrugr_nott: "Is it safe to shop there? Igfig: "What that bag is?" Igfig: Food? Heronius_Napalm: Shall I explain again. fingers: Bag is necessary evil Thorn_the_Gnoll: "He wants something shiny." fingers: sucks in talent, is hard to escape Heronius_Napalm: We give you treasure. You give us treasure. Heronius_Napalm: Equal exchange. Wilco: "Ignore him" Heronius_Napalm: Magic missle on wilco. Heronius_Napalm: 8 damage Brigsby: "Hero, maybe this one should just be charity..." Igfig: (I should mention, it's not just this guy who's talking. They're all piping up from all over.) Heronius_Napalm: Fuck that. Igfig: "Shiny things? Hee-ee-ee-eere." Wilco: "First we need some more information" Heronius_Napalm shakes the bag invitingly Heronius_Napalm: Quiet you. Igfig: some of them start tossing you bits of shiny things that they pick up off the ground Heronius_Napalm sighs dreyrugr_nott: "Just take it hero" Heronius_Napalm: This will do. Igfig: "Now, foods!" Wilco: "Hero it's clear they don't have anything to give" Heronius_Napalm smiles politele. Igfig: "Had hunt, but then noises and scare away!" Wilco: uhh Wilco: Wait are these guys cannibals? Heronius_Napalm grumbles under his breath and goes back over to his disk. dreyrugr_nott: I look at fingers with a smug grin Heronius_Napalm: what? no. Thorn_the_Gnoll: THey're just jackals. Wilco: Okay Wilco: Uhh Wilco: I still have some space beer from the fridge fingers: What do you hunt in these junkyards? Wilco: Will that work? Thorn_the_Gnoll: Hey guys we saw more natural not junkyard areas when we were over the planet right? Heronius_Napalm: I saw green things Igfig: "Smaller things." Heronius_Napalm: I assume that was foilage, but it's hard to say. Igfig: (to fingers) fingers: Oh, well hell, if you want tiny things Heronius is right there Heronius_Napalm: I will burn you. Heronius_Napalm: Also you are thinking of brigsby. fingers: Fist-bump drey dreyrugr_nott: Fist bump fingers fingers: And I wasn't talking height, Hero fingers: Hahahaha Heronius_Napalm: I am aware. Brigsby: Let's just say that things are definitely NOT in proportion. Thorn_the_Gnoll: "Lead us to the city, it is more likely there will be smaller things feeding on the trash closer to it." Wilco: "Yes, can you bring us to the city?" Heronius_Napalm: great, we get to spend MORE time with them. Thorn_the_Gnoll: With them paying you with a service. Wilco: And less time trying to find our own way out of here Heronius_Napalm: Pfft, I can find a CITY Brigsby: At least we're not wandering blindly across this junk wasteland. Igfig: "You finding us hunts? Big, jackaldog you. Much hunt. City? Yes then." Heronius_Napalm sighs Wilco: "I don't understand." Heronius_Napalm: They agreed to take us there. Brigsby: They're taking us to the city. dreyrugr_nott: "They're taking us to the city wilco" Igfig: "Find hunts but too." Brigsby: "Yes, we'll find hunts for you on the way." Heronius_Napalm: Now you get to help them hunt some vermin. Igfig: "Was small one, that like [pointing to brigsby] and wider." Heronius_Napalm: (don't forget brigsby is doing his talking from thorn's backpack" Heronius_Napalm: ) Brigsby: they think I'm Thorn's baby, don't they Igfig: you... think they think you're his livestock. Heronius_Napalm: They think you are some sort of growth. Thorn_the_Gnoll: Nope, they think you're a skinny dwarf. Brigsby: Yay, livestock Brigsby: wait Heronius_Napalm: (I guess that was going to be how we would meet poen.) Thorn_the_Gnoll: That statement being out of character. Igfig: "Dworf? Yes, dworf." Thorn_the_Gnoll: Cause Thorn probably wouldn't figure out the dwarf thing. Heronius_Napalm: I would. Igfig: shrug Heronius_Napalm: Let's say I did Thorn_the_Gnoll: Works for me. Igfig: somebody did Brigsby: "No, no no. Halfling. /Halfling./ Say it with me." Igfig: "Fling. Fling!" Igfig: They start throwing stuff again Wilco: Guys, grammar doesn't matter right now. Let's just follow them to the city Heronius_Napalm: That's about as close as it will get. Brigsby: "Oh god, no! Hobbit! Try Hobbit!" Wilco: LOB IT Igfig: "Bite! Bite! Feed!" Thorn_the_Gnoll: "To the city now.!" Thorn barked. dreyrugr_nott: "THERE WILL BE NO DWARF TOSSING ON MY WATCH" Heronius_Napalm throws hands up birght lights burst Thorn_the_Gnoll: And proceeded walking east again to get everyone moving again. Wilco: I follow Thorn Igfig: they yelp, and half-scatter dreyrugr_nott: I follow thorn fingers: You're just an expert at fucking up today, Hero, hahaha Igfig: then, as a loose cluster around you, start to move toward the city Heronius_Napalm: I don't want to hear that from you. Wilco: Okay so it took a bit but we are on our way again Wilco: And with guides too fingers: Igfig, can I play the theme song to pied piper of hamlin, and see if it attracts some mousy followers? fingers: (As we walk, of course) Igfig: you could try that, fingers fingers: 1d20+10 perform Fortuna: fingers, perform: [12] = 22 Igfig: but doing actual magical things with perform ain't easy Igfig: including that dreyrugr_nott: I start following fingers fingers: Minor success is better than no success at all. Igfig: (Is this the song that goes "I'm the piper, the pied pied piper, I pipe your troubles away-ay-ay"?) Heronius_Napalm: It is now. Igfig: that's copyright dreyrugr_nott: Someone alert RIAA fingers: This one? http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fS_Seo5M7gs Igfig: there will be no copyright violations in this party Heronius_Napalm: So is that a -2 or somethihng? Igfig: not really successful, no fingers: Because that's public domain, Igfig Igfig: also, no, not this song dreyrugr_nott: He got me to follow him Brigsby: Dragons /are/ disgusting vermin, so it worked! Igfig: yay Igfig: all right Igfig: as you get closer to the city, details start to come into ficus dreyrugr_nott: Black dynamite pops up and punches brigsby then dissapears in a cloud of smoke Igfig: focus Igfig: for one, that these towers used to be a lot higher Igfig: many of them are broken off, collapsed Igfig: some streets are full of rubble, others clear dreyrugr_nott: 1d20+7 per can I see anything dangerous? Fortuna: dreyrugr_nott, per can I see anything dangerous?: [2] = 9 dreyrugr_nott: Shi dreyrugr_nott: t Heronius_Napalm: You can see your shoes Igfig: and near the center of the city, it looks like there's a bog open area Igfig: big dreyrugr_nott: Are there any shops? Igfig: Here? No. Wilco: Is there anyone even living here? Wilco: If the city is that destroyed Igfig: Moving into the city limits Igfig: You can see signs of movement, habitation Igfig: not people living here, in the tall buildings that look like they could collapse any second dreyrugr_nott: I ready my weapon Igfig: but there are tracks in the dust, and you can hear the occasional babble of voices or creak of wagonry far up ahead Igfig: around you, though, no one Igfig: other than the jackalweres Igfig: which is what they're called Igfig: who look almost giddy Wilco: Maybe the people are scared of the jackalweres Igfig: that sounds reasonable, yes Wilco: http://www.vanhiel.com/daniel/MC_images/jackalwere.jpg Wilco: jackalwere Wilco: I' Heronius_Napalm: Can we tell them to leave now. Wilco: People are probably scared Wilco: Yeah Wilco: Let's say thank you, give them some meat fingers: It's understandable, furries freak me out too Wilco: and tell them to leave now Thorn_the_Gnoll: "Sit!" Thorn barks at the jackalweres. dreyrugr_nott: "Stay!" "Roll over!" dreyrugr_nott: "Speak!" fingers backhand drey, casually Wilco: uhh guys Heronius_Napalm: Thank you for that. Wilco: we might not want to pick a fight Igfig: "Hunt, now? E-e-e-e-eat?" Wilco: SPECIAL ATTACKS: Gaze causes sleep Igfig: Wilco, dude Heronius_Napalm: Wilco don't metagame. Heronius_Napalm: you ass Wilco: crap I thought I was in ooc Thorn_the_Gnoll: "Sit, on the ground, and don't move till I tell you to." Igfig: next time you metagame like that, IC or OOC, you get kicked for half an hour Igfig: that goes for all of you Wilco: okay Igfig: if you're going to cheat, at least do it subtly Thorn_the_Gnoll: Wait, did he look up the monster? Heronius_Napalm: Yes. Igfig: think so Thorn_the_Gnoll: Wow. Wilco: no, I saw that in the abckround when I found the picture Igfig: well, they don't look quite like that either Igfig: not quite as pointy Igfig: or spttoy Igfig: spotty Igfig: anyway, the jackalweres gather in closer and squat around you all fingers: "People of trash planet!" fingers: "We come in peace!" Igfig: "Hunt, when!" Heronius_Napalm: Who are you talking to? fingers: "We seek provisions, shelter, and Battlewagon parts!" Thorn_the_Gnoll: "When I say." Wilco: You can hunt now, but not the people who live in this city! fingers: I'm shouting this aloud Heronius_Napalm: I know. I'm acting as a foil. Igfig: no answer that you can hear, Fingers Igfig: but Far, you've got good passive perception, right? fingers: I look visibly disappointed, and sulk for a bit Igfig: like in the 20s? dreyrugr_nott: My passive perception is 17 if that counts Brigsby: Poen did Igfig: poen isn't here Thorn_the_Gnoll: And mine is 18 if it means anything. Brigsby: I know, just saying Thorn_the_Gnoll: Far-Walker? Far-Walker: 14 Igfig: really? Far-Walker: I'm not trained Igfig: Ah Igfig: okay, then yeah. Nothing happens, as far as any of you can tell. Igfig: I really ought to record all of your defenses and passive scores in a big table somewhere Thorn_the_Gnoll: May I roll a perception check then? Heronius_Napalm: might be a good plan. dreyrugr_nott: I'd also like to roll a perception check if that's alright Igfig: nah, this isn't really a time for that dreyrugr_nott: Alright Thorn_the_Gnoll: Kay. Igfig: since you're only rolling those checks because I asked about passive perception Thorn_the_Gnoll: Can I ask the Jackalweres if they smell anything? Thorn_the_Gnoll: They did seem giddy. Igfig: You think your sense of smell is at least as good as theirs Igfig: but Igfig: "Here, much hunts! Danger, but. Then you, so leading and food!" dreyrugr_nott: "Danger. What kind of danger?" Heronius_Napalm: I think they want to stay with us. fingers: Oh hell, we didn't sign on for danger! Igfig: "Herds." Heronius_Napalm turns to thorn dreyrugr_nott: "That doesn't sound good. What are herds?" Heronius_Napalm: I think they've taken a liking to you. fingers: Did... fingers: did you say... fingers: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IRuuF-5ZST8 ? Thorn_the_Gnoll performs his usual response, and grunts. Wilco: If they hunt in a pack, then maybe when thorn punched that guy, he made himself leader in their eyes Igfig: "no" Igfig: (to fingers) dreyrugr_nott: "What are herds?" Igfig: The one that answers you does so as if he were explaining something to a small child. Igfig: "Herds, food-animals but many. Danger, with many." Heronius_Napalm: I believe he means people. Heronius_Napalm: If it is a he. fingers: people are food-animals? I never knew Igfig: That one is a he, yes fingers: This changes everything! Brigsby: "I vote we go back to the ship and find a new planet." dreyrugr_nott: Can I ready an action outside of combat? Heronius_Napalm: They said they eat anything that is smalller than themsleves Wilco: How tall are the Jackalwere's Igfig: probably, drey Far-Walker: "We still need our own food. And air." dreyrugr_nott: I ready Thorn Strike then Heronius_Napalm: Think these things are edible? dreyrugr_nott: For when an enemy comes within range Igfig: although it'll often just end up meaning that you get to act if there's a surprise round Brigsby: I get tired of riding in the back pack, and get down from Thorn's back. Igfig: what counts as an enemy, drey? Igfig: something obviously hostile? dreyrugr_nott: yeah Slim_Bankshot quit. Wilco: Like a flaming demon coming to murder us all Igfig: gotcha Thorn_the_Gnoll: Nah, if it's a demon I punch it in the snout too. I speak abyssal. Wilco: Shit! dreyrugr_nott: Thorn: The badass Wilco: We should ask if there are any Elves on this planet dreyrugr_nott: No we shouldn't Igfig: Unfortunately, there are no demons here Igfig: that you can see Thorn_the_Gnoll: Probably a good thing, they're a bit chaotic. Igfig: "Now, so? Go?" Thorn_the_Gnoll: "Get up, stay close, do not hunt unless I say." Igfig: they stare at you like you're crazy. Thorn_the_Gnoll: 1d20+1- intimidate Thorn_the_Gnoll: Whoops. Thorn_the_Gnoll: 1d20+10 Fortuna: Thorn_the_Gnoll, 1d20+10: [12] = 22 Thorn_the_Gnoll: I growl to further enforce my words. Igfig: but they fall in line, grumbling a bit dreyrugr_nott: I whisper to fingers. "Looks like a mutiny" Thorn_the_Gnoll motions for the group to continue further into the city. Igfig: and you do Wilco: Is everyone hiding? dreyrugr_nott: 1d20+7 per to see if I can see any people Fortuna: dreyrugr_nott, per to see if I can see any people: [16] = 23 Igfig: as you move toward the inner city, you start to see more signs of people Igfig: hmm Igfig: 1d20+9 stealth Fortuna: Igfig, stealth: [13] = 22 Wilco: Igfig how many jackalwere's are following us? Igfig: you do, in fact, glimpse a figure peeking over a rooftop, then quickly ducking back behind dreyrugr_nott: "Guys! I saw something up there!" Igfig: between 20 and 30 Wilco: Shit dreyrugr_nott: Can I go in the building he was on top of? Igfig: although they're pretty malnourished and weak, so individually much less of a threat than, say, the elves you were fighting Igfig: although a few are just naturally larger, or have slower metabolisms, or just ate more recently Igfig: also, when you call out, Drey, all the jackalweres stop and look up expectantly where you're looking Igfig: sure, you could probably go inside dreyrugr_nott: Alright. I'm gonna go inside cautiously Igfig: some of the weres follow you Brigsby: "Wilco, go with her and make sure she doesn't die." Wilco: Okay Wilco: I follow Drey Igfig: it's a relatively low building, this one Igfig: only a few stories Wilco: Wait dreyrugr_nott: Can I see anything when I first step inside? Wilco: 1d20 perception can I see anything immediatly inside? Fortuna: Wilco, perception can I see anything immediatly inside?: [4] = 4 Wilco: dang Thorn_the_Gnoll: "Sit" Thorn barks again. Igfig: the side facing into the city is mostly rubble Igfig: inside, it's dark Heronius_Napalm: Did everyone wearing armor just leave? Wilco: Uhh Wilco: yeah Thorn_the_Gnoll: Again. dreyrugr_nott: Low light or darker? Brigsby: Nothing we haven't handled before Igfig: around the door, low-light. Inside, darker Igfig: . Wilco: Use your torch dreyrugr_nott: Alright. I'm gonna pull out my everlasting torch and light that Igfig: ... Igfig: what dreyrugr_nott: So I can see inside Igfig: it's everlasting Igfig: you don't need to light it Wilco: I stay by the doorway in case the other group needs help dreyrugr_nott: Oh. Ok then. I just pull that out Igfig: it stays permanently lit, all the time Igfig: ok Heronius_Napalm: That seems like a terrible thing to have. Brigsby: it doesn't catch anything on fire Brigsby: just light dreyrugr_nott: What do I see? Igfig: it's a fair-sized room, mostly empty. A desk-thing near the front; further back, a short hallway with two door-like things on either side, and another door at the far end Igfig: Shards of glass litter the floor, in places dreyrugr_nott: Are there any stairs I can head up to look at the roof? Igfig: not here, but maybe behind a door? dreyrugr_nott: Alright. I'll check each door carefully dreyrugr_nott: check behind that is Igfig: The first four doors are kinda weird - no hinges or handles, and a slit down the middle Igfig: like they slide open sidewayt Igfig: s Igfig: they seem kinda stuck dreyrugr_nott: Str check to open them dreyrugr_nott: 1d20+5 Fortuna: dreyrugr_nott, 1d20+5: [15] = 20 Igfig: you manage to lever one open Igfig: a puff of very musty air billows out dreyrugr_nott: *couch* dreyrugr_nott: cough* Igfig: on the other side, a vertical shaft, about as wide as the door Igfig: very dark Igfig: you can't tel how far up it goes dreyrugr_nott: "What the fuck is this thing?" Igfig: although you can see a mound of rubble about 20 feet down dreyrugr_nott: Any openings down there? Igfig: not that you can see from up here dreyrugr_nott: I'll go and check the desk for anything usefull Igfig: the desk is pretty much just a lump of molded plastic dreyrugr_nott: Did ever check the door at the far end of the hallway Igfig: well, not so much molded as kind of melted and lumpy looking Igfig: you did not, no dreyrugr_nott: Finding nothing interesting at the desk, I go check that door Igfig: Behind that door, you find a stairwell Igfig: thick concrete dreyrugr_nott: I'll go up the stairs then Igfig: okay Igfig: yin, did you keep the jackalweres from following, or did they come in here too? Wilco: 1d20+9 streetwise for some info on this building Fortuna: Wilco, streetwise for some info on this building: [9] = 18 Heronius_Napalm: That is not how that works. Wilco: Argh Thorn_the_Gnoll: I've decided, I shall order the jackalweres to sit in the lobby of the first floor of the building. Igfig: it's... a building. Igfig: You don't know its function. Wilco: See hero? It helped dreyrugr_nott: Wilco has discoverd that the odd structure we are in is a dreyrugr_nott: Drum roll dreyrugr_nott: BUILDING Thorn_the_Gnoll: That way they're in an enclosed space, and plus nothing is going to come down without someone noticing. Igfig: right Thorn_the_Gnoll: Maybe. Igfig: anyway, they follow Drey up the stairs Thorn_the_Gnoll: No just the first floor. Brigsby: Alright, if we continue into the city now, we'll be rid of them forever Heronius_Napalm: I say we just close the doors and walk away. Igfig: what with you not being in there to enforce anything Thorn_the_Gnoll: Or do I need another intimidate check? Igfig: you stayed outside, right? dreyrugr_nott: Yeah. Only wilco came in with me Thorn_the_Gnoll: No I am saying I bring all the jackalweres in to the first floor so they're all together. Igfig: so you told them to do that, they nodded and said yes Wilco: no Igfig: oh Wilco: I'm standing right by the door Thorn_the_Gnoll: Maybe have them al sit around that desk. Igfig: okay, they're not very happy about that dreyrugr_nott: I am alone in this building with a strange creature on the roof. This can in no way end badly Heronius_Napalm: Can we just kill them? Wilco: We should have a while ago Igfig: they rather want to go up with Drey to see what's going on up there dreyrugr_nott: I yell down from the top of the stairs Thorn_the_Gnoll: "If it is prey, it only has one way to go. Down here." dreyrugr_nott: "Hey jackal guys. Come on up" Igfig: "Dragon but eat all hunt food. None us." Igfig: "Yay!" Wilco: How many went with Drey? dreyrugr_nott: I only let 5 or 6 of them come uwith me Wilco: Okay Igfig: okay, 5 or 6 it is Brigsby: "Yeah, Drey does eat all the food." Wilco: Heh dreyrugr_nott: Also, what do I see up here Igfig: you go up one flight of stairs Igfig: then another Igfig: another Thorn_the_Gnoll: Someone should go with him other then the jackalweres. Heronius_Napalm: Nah. Igfig: one more, and you find yourself at a door Wilco: I would, but I'm the only other armor guy Igfig: you think it leads onto the roof Thorn_the_Gnoll: And I can't cause I'm babysitting. dreyrugr_nott: You guys are all chilling down stairs Brigsby: I'll go with her, if only so she isn't alone with the jackals. Thorn_the_Gnoll: Or jackalsitting. Wilco: Maybe hero should go? dreyrugr_nott: perception check on the door to check for traps dreyrugr_nott: 1d20+7 Fortuna: dreyrugr_nott, 1d20+7: [3] = 10 Heronius_Napalm: Not a single fucking chance. Igfig: none that you can see Wilco: Gah Brigsby: I follow Drey up the stairs and such dreyrugr_nott: I still have thorn strike readied, so I slowly open the door Wilco: Good man Brigsby! Igfig: As the door opens, you hear the click of a... crossbow? Igfig: "Freeze." dreyrugr_nott: I freeze Wilco: Fuck Far-Walker: "It's a trap" dreyrugr_nott: Does he know brigsby is behind me? Heronius_Napalm: How do you know? Igfig: he's within range of your thorn strike, actually dreyrugr_nott: I'll keep it readied right now dreyrugr_nott: and not attack Igfig: also, the jackalweres... Thorn_the_Gnoll: Crud. Igfig: 1d20+5 intimidate on them Fortuna: Igfig, intimidate on them: [17] = 22 dreyrugr_nott: Daaaaaaaaaaaamn Brigsby: I'll try to slink into the shadows in the confusion. Brigsby: 1d20+5 Stealth Fortuna: Brigsby, Stealth: [15] = 20 Igfig: the jackalweres stay behind you. They know the power of the thing the man is holding Igfig: it looks something like a laser rifle, but darker, metallic Igfig: wider bore dreyrugr_nott: Am I able to see if there is anyone else up here? Igfig: the man holding it looks dusty and hard, but he's the only one you can see. dreyrugr_nott: "What do you want?" Igfig: "Get back. Don't take another step." Brigsby: Am I hidden? Igfig: you think so dreyrugr_nott: Can I pull the weapons out of his hands with thorn strike? Igfig: you could try, but it would be difficult Thorn_the_Gnoll continues to jackalsit. Igfig: and if you fail, he might just shoot Wilco: All the way downstairs I start whistling a jolly tune, completely oblivious to what is going on above dreyrugr_nott: I whisper to brigsby "Go and tell the others" Igfig: "I don't know what you're doing with those weres, but you should know that they aren't welc--what did you say?" dreyrugr_nott: Don't I roll a stealth check for that? Heronius_Napalm: bluff Thorn_the_Gnoll: You can roll a bluff to say you had something stuck in your throat maybe. Igfig: To whisper? EIther, I suppose. Thorn_the_Gnoll: I don't think you roll for whispering. dreyrugr_nott: 1d20+1 bluff then Fortuna: dreyrugr_nott, bluff then: [7] = 8 dreyrugr_nott: Shit Wilco: wow Brigsby: While he's confused, I smack him in the knee with my staff! Wilco: YEAH Igfig: he isn't particularly confused, but ok Igfig: roll init Brigsby: We already did Brigsby: at the beginning dreyrugr_nott: "I'm sorry for intruding. They were just leading us to the city" Igfig: oh right dreyrugr_nott: "If you let us, we'll just be on our way out." Igfig: you can't talk now, brigsby is hitting him with a stick dreyrugr_nott: Oh Brigsby: 1d20+3 Fortuna: Brigsby, 1d20+3: [14] = 17 Igfig: 1d20+6 init Fortuna: Igfig, init: [17] = 23 Heronius_Napalm: Brigsby has all the best ideas. Wilco: shit dreyrugr_nott: 1d20+1 init Fortuna: dreyrugr_nott, init: [2] = 3 Wilco: haha dreyrugr_nott: GAh Brigsby: Drey, you already did init Igfig: *bang* Brigsby: it's just him dreyrugr_nott: Oh dreyrugr_nott: Ow* Heronius_Napalm: The fuck was that? Wilco: I look up dreyrugr_nott: Did me or brigsby get shot Wilco: "I think something went wrong" Brigsby: Since he has what we presume to be a gun of some sort, does that mean OAs? Heronius_Napalm: Was there ever any doubt? Igfig: 1d20+7 vs. AC Fortuna: Igfig, vs. AC: [6] = 13 Wilco: Nope dreyrugr_nott: HAHA NO HIT dreyrugr_nott: Wait Igfig: he's not adjacent to you Igfig: so no OAs Brigsby: I thought he was at the doorway dreyrugr_nott: Can I trick him into thinking I've been shot? Brigsby: but okay Wilco: I start running up the stairs to see what is going on Igfig: surprise round, so Brigsby, go dreyrugr_nott: What about me. I had an attack readied Brigsby: Thunder Slam Igfig: you got a 3 Heronius_Napalm: that's part of the surprise round. dreyrugr_nott: Oh right dreyrugr_nott: shit Brigsby: 1d20+7 Fortuna: Brigsby, 1d20+7: [11] = 18 Igfig: hit Brigsby: 2d10+11 Thunder damage (subduing, please) Fortuna: Brigsby, Thunder damage (subduing, please): [4, 1] = 16 Igfig: you hurl him across the rooftop, brigsby Brigsby: and he's pushed 4 squares Brigsby: Oh Brigsby: Well, problem solved then Wilco: ig how many turns will it take for me to reach the battle? Poen: (Ig, I'm back) Igfig: not off the side, just further away Brigsby: oh Igfig: okay, cool Igfig: poen, roll init Igfig: iative Poen: 1d20 +1 Fortuna: Poen, 1d20 +1: [13] = 14 Igfig: ok Igfig: also, the weres dreyrugr_nott: Before we go further. Could I pretend I was shot? Igfig: 1d20+5 Fortuna: Igfig, 1d20+5: [11] = 16 Igfig: you could, yes dreyrugr_nott: On my turn or now Igfig: the guy is out of range of your thorn strike Igfig: so let's say oyu can take this turn to do that dreyrugr_nott: I"m aware. Alright. I'll fall down prone and scream Igfig: now, I mean Igfig: ok Igfig: you do that Brigsby: If the jackals eat their wounded, that might not be a good idea Igfig: the man reloads his gun and fires again, aiming at Brigsby Igfig: 1d20+7 Fortuna: Igfig, 1d20+7: [5] = 12 Igfig: misses again dreyrugr_nott: I'm just making it so I'm not as much of a target Igfig: the man takes cover behind a metal box thing on the roof Igfig: (partial cover) Igfig: brigsby? Brigsby: Alright, can we get a quick map of this? Igfig: there Brigsby: got it! Heronius_Napalm: (ig, get us a hand of cards) Brigsby: I'll move here Igfig: new hand please Fortuna: Igfig drew a new hand. Fortuna: Igfig drew QUICK FEET (R) Fortuna: Play when an ally adjacent to you shifts. That ally shifts 1 additional square. Fortuna: Igfig drew CAREFUL AIM (C) Fortuna: Play when you use a Close or Area Attack Power. Omit one creature from the power's area of effect Fortuna: Igfig drew EYE FOR DANGER (C) Fortuna: Play at the start of your turn. Until the start of your next turn, being flanked doesn't cause you to grant combat advantage. Brigsby: I'm assuming that he doesn't have cover anymore? Igfig: that is correct Brigsby: Storm Walk Brigsby: Which lets me shift, which I will do Brigsby: actually, I'll skip the shift Brigsby: and just attack Brigsby: 1d20+7 Fortuna: Brigsby, 1d20+7: [19] = 26 Brigsby: 1d8+11 Fortuna: Brigsby, 1d8+11: [2] = 13 Brigsby: 13 thunder subduing damage Igfig: you zap him with thunder, and he is bloodied Brigsby: Alrighty Brigsby: And that'll be it for me Igfig: (there's no such thing as subduing damage. You just do damage, and then when they drop to 0 you can choose to knock them unconscious or disarm them or whatever.) Brigsby: Ah, I thought there was Igfig: The jackalweres, no Brigsby: nevermind then Igfig: now Igfig: bound forward Igfig: and as they do, they shift forms, from their humanoidish one to a slim, quadrupedal one Wilco: Oh shit Igfig: and they all start biting Igfig: 5#1d20+8 vs. AC Fortuna: Igfig, vs. AC: [6] = 14; vs. AC: [8] = 16; vs. AC: [20] = 28; vs. AC: [13] = 21; vs. AC: [10] = 18 Far-Walker: "That's brutal, man" Igfig: ...the guy goes down in a whirl of fangs and blood. Wilco: jesus Wilco: That is terrifying Igfig: Okay. Poen's turn. Igfig: Poen. Igfig: you are here Poen: All right, you're going to have to give me a little direction. Sorry. Igfig: at the "P" Poen: . Igfig: behind one of the metal boxes on the roof Poen: OH Brigsby: You just watched your father get blasted across a roof and then devoured by jackals Igfig: not father Brigsby: uncle Heronius_Napalm: Brigsby you are not the DM Igfig: no, he's human Heronius_Napalm: shut your face Poen: So, I can pick one of the powers? Igfig: earlier, poen, you were being chased across the junkyard by jackalweres, but you lost them Igfig: and managed to get back to the city Igfig: you found one of the sentries, and warned him about what was going on out there Poen: And now I'm behind the metal box, watching the fight? Poen: The w's are the enemy? Igfig: but before you could head back into the inner city, word came that the weres were coming into the city, along with what looks like adventurers Igfig: Not necessarily watching dreyrugr_nott: Do me and brigs know he's there? Igfig: you do not, no