Igfig: also, here is the new dicebot Igfig: Foruna Igfig: ahhh Igfig: why are there two Igfig: why are there two handofevil: Is someone using my n ame in there? handofevil: Is someone using my n ame in there? Wilco: GOOD MORNING VIETNAM!! Igfig: there Igfig: I'll take my OOC talk to the other room Alouicious: Can someone link me to the client with both OC and OOC chat windows? Wilco: http://astro.uwaterloo.ca/~igfich/pwotdnd/ Alouicious: You're the tops Wilco: thank you Vyrwolf: Wait there it goes. Wilco: 1d6 Fortuna: Wilco, 1d6: [1] = 1 Wilco: okay, just checking dreyrugr: DM's, remember to make your chat red M0user: You're not the boss of me dreyrugr: Oh yeah? Well... butts Frozenpie: Am I late? Brigsby: Nope! Igfig: starting in just a couple mins Frozenpie: Lovely CaptainBravo: Ok, looks like it's fixed now Igfig: kay Igfig: remember to be in both rooms, folks Igfig: both #pwot_dnd and #pwot_dnd2 CaptainBravo: So, are we not using Slim's tinychat room anymore for OOC? M0user: It is so lonely in #pwot_dnd2 Igfig: nah Igfig: Fortuna is also a logger Igfig: she logs these convos Brigsby: awesome Igfig: as well as a dicebot Slim_bankshot: OK gents. Roll turn order Brigsby: 1d20+4 Fortuna: Brigsby, 1d20+4: [19] = 23 Wilco: 1d20 Fortuna: Wilco, 1d20: [13] = 13 Wilco: fuck Wilco: I always get in the teens Thorn_the_Gnoll: 1d20+8 Fortuna: Thorn_the_Gnoll, 1d20+8: [6] = 14 Lucas_Strongbow: 1d20+4 Fortuna: Lucas_Strongbow, 1d20+4: [19] = 23 Wilco: oh wait, plus 5 Lucas_Strongbow: Sweet Wilco: so mine is 198 dreyrugr: 1d20 Fortuna: dreyrugr, 1d20: [14] = 14 Wilco: 18 Far-Walker: 1d20 Fortuna: Far-Walker, 1d20: [15] = 15 Fingers: 1d20 Fortuna: Fingers, 1d20: [7] = 7 Heronius: 1d20 Fortuna: Heronius, 1d20: [10] = 10 Fingers: BAH Fingers: BAH I SAY Wilco: haha' Lucas_Strongbow: BRB Wilco: HARUMPH Brigsby: Do you not have any Init bonuses? Fingers: I am so easily distracted Fingers: a +1, doesn't make a difference Fingers: Still last Heronius: add 1 to mine, but it makes no difference Wilco: I added my initiative bonus after Wilco: add 5 to mine Slim_bankshot: OK, so slow down while I figure out who got what Brigsby: Brigsby-23 Lucas_23 Wilco-18 Far-15 Thorn-14 Drey-14 Hero-11 Fingers-8 Sark: 1d20 Fortuna: Sark, 1d20: [17] = 17 Slim_bankshot: Lucas and brigsby flip a coin? Brigsby: roll a d2? Lucas_Strongbow: I'll let brigsby go, i don't mind Brigsby: I CALL ONE Brigsby: d2 Wilco: LUCAS IS HONORABLE Brigsby: 1d2 Fortuna: Brigsby, 1d2: [2] = 2 Brigsby: Lucas goes first Lucas_Strongbow: woo Lucas_Strongbow: Has the situation been explained yet? Brigsby: Thorn and Drey are tied too dreyrugr: 1d2 Fortuna: dreyrugr, 1d2: [2] = 2 Brigsby: you didn't call heads or tails dreyrugr: Oh Brigsby: buy you're a dragonperson Brigsby: but* Brigsby: so you have a tail Brigsby: therefore Brigsby: you called tails Brigsby: so you win Thorn_the_Gnoll: Do gnolls have tails? Brigsby: No clue dreyrugr: Yay. I win dreyrugr: I go before thorn Slim_bankshot: OK Slim_bankshot: Ummm... Brigsby Slim_bankshot: Your turn I guess Brigsby: Lucas Lucas_Strongbow: If there was a description of what's going on, I missed it Slim_bankshot: Not yet Slim_bankshot: OK, so Slim_bankshot: You, and your bandmates Slim_bankshot: Are in the back room past stage A Slim_bankshot: Not much back there, just your instrument cases and such Slim_bankshot: Ypu are waiting to go on stage, Slim_bankshot: You Slim_bankshot: And nobody is in the way this time Slim_bankshot: Also, it's a full house Lucas_Strongbow: Everything about this is better than last week Lucas_Strongbow: I guess i make a perception check? seems like a good start Slim_bankshot: OK Igfig: It's likely to be a while before the actual show starts, mind you Lucas_Strongbow: 1d20+10 Fortuna: Lucas_Strongbow, 1d20+10: [11] = 21 Igfig: various organization problems both IC and OOC Lucas_Strongbow: do I perceive anything? Slim_bankshot: Yes Slim_bankshot: Since you're in a back room, Slim_bankshot: with not many interesting things, Slim_bankshot: you don't see many interesting things. Lucas_Strongbow: Lame Slim_bankshot: You hear lots of voices outside this room Slim_bankshot: As for more detail on this room Slim_bankshot: The ceiling isn't very high, Slim_bankshot: And the walls are covered in various papers and posters Slim_bankshot: Also, Wilco smells funny Wilco: whhaaaatt Slim_bankshot: Outside in the bar, Slim_bankshot: area, Slim_bankshot: The entire building has undergone massive rennovation after last time Lucas_Strongbow: Well, there was a dragon Slim_bankshot: The chandeliers are anchored with sturdy chains now Wilco: I smile sheepishly Wilco: that is to say I broke the chandeliers Slim_bankshot: And large rugs have covered where irreparable damage was caused Slim_bankshot: A large fireplace crackles in the rightmost room which has two large tables Slim_bankshot: surround by people uninterested in your music Lucas_Strongbow: WHAT Lucas_Strongbow: That won't do Wilco: I think we need to rock Slim_bankshot: The many people at the bar are watching both stages and gradually getting drunker Slim_bankshot: The big hairy thing from last time is at the bar again Lucas_Strongbow: crap dreyrugr: "Hey wilco. I think I see your boyfriend by the bar" Lucas_Strongbow: So apart from all that, fairly normal situation Lucas_Strongbow: ADVENTURE Wilco: "Hey drerugr... shut up" Slim_bankshot: Also, Slim_bankshot: A charred dragon skull is hanging from the rafters over the bar dreyrugr: Haha Wilco: "high five!" Lucas_Strongbow: Rad Sark: So silly, yet so sad I missed it. Slim_bankshot: That's about everything interesting in this place Wilco: what aboot the bar? Lucas_Strongbow: hmm, nothing suspicious yet Slim_bankshot: there are also stairs to a balcony by the fireplace Slim_bankshot: The bar is packed, all seats are full, the rest stand dreyrugr: What about curtains? Slim_bankshot: There is about as much beer in mugs as is spilled on the floor Brigsby: Damn curtains Lucas_Strongbow: When are we supposed to go on? Lucas_Strongbow: actually, screw it, I practice my guitar, because I can't think of anything else Slim_bankshot: The other band is preparing, but not playing Igfig: You're not entirely sure when, but probably on the order of half an hour or so Igfig: maybe less Lucas_Strongbow: What are this other band like? Slim_bankshot: One sits on a chair and tunes his gay little lute thing Igfig: you've got some time to kill Slim_bankshot: He has a puffy hat with a feather and a face you want to punch savagely Lucas_Strongbow: I shoot an arrow through the strings on the lute Slim_bankshot: (really?) OK then Igfig: there's one that you're not sure if he/she's a boy or girl, but that minstrel is quite beautiful in a highfalutin' elven way Lucas_Strongbow: Just to give him a fright, you know? Slim_bankshot: Roll for it I guess Igfig: and has a bit of a shimmer around em that looks like some kind of sparkly magic Igfig: 1d2 Fortuna: Igfig, 1d2: [1] = 1 Lucas_Strongbow: It's all in good sport Igfig: you think she's female Slim_bankshot: You shoot yourself in the foot Slim_bankshot: Oh Igfig: that 1 was me, not lucas Slim_bankshot: That wasn't you Wilco: hahaha Slim_bankshot: Lucas roll Lucas_Strongbow: I RETRACT MY ATTACK BECAUSE SHE IS FEMALE dreyrugr: Slim. You never told us about the curtains Slim_bankshot: Also, Wilco is starting to smell worse Lucas_Strongbow: I go over and shamelessly flirt Slim_bankshot: Oh. There are some curtains, yes. But not very large ones Slim_bankshot: Are you shooting or flirting? Lucas_Strongbow: Flirting, definitely Slim_bankshot: d20 plus charisma? Lucas_Strongbow: my charisma is -1 Lucas_Strongbow: let's see how this goes Lucas_Strongbow: 1d20-1 Fortuna: Lucas_Strongbow, 1d20-1: [19] = 18 Brigsby: Or, just type it out and we can let the DMs judge it Slim_bankshot: Wow Slim_bankshot: How did you do that? Lucas_Strongbow: I'm super good at this game Lucas_Strongbow: I make a bet with her Igfig: Mouser's got this Lucas_Strongbow: if we win tonight, I get to take her on a date m0user: "Hey there sailor, couldn't help but notice you noticing me" Igfig: take that conversation to the other chat, howabout Igfig: so other stuff can keep going on here Lucas_Strongbow: Fair enough Lucas_Strongbow: End turn I guess, since the flirting went well Slim_bankshot: So, lucas is flirting with this elf chick Slim_bankshot: NEXT! Slim_bankshot: BRIGSBY! Brigsby: I take a closer look at the posters on the wall Igfig: other musicians there include some human women with harps, kind of hippyish looks to them Igfig: two of them Brigsby: Huh. Since that doesn't interest me, I go mingle with the patrons at the bar. Igfig: a big human guy hanging out with a big orc and a big dragonborn Igfig: you can't see their instruments Igfig: also, there was a halfling with them a moment ago but he wandered off int he direction of Cliff's office Brigsby: I sit at the bar on the side of them farthest from the dragonborn Brigsby: And then ask the bartender how business has been going since the whole "Dragon" incident Slim_bankshot: Sorry guys. Give me a minute Sark: 1d20+4 Fortuna: Sark, 1d20+4: [1] = 5 Slim_bankshot: Dudes, I have to go eat dinner. I will return Igfig: uh, okay guess I'll take over Igfig: who was up? Igfig: (I've been dealing with the map) Heronius: birgsby was talking to the barkeep Igfig: Sure. Thorn_the_Gnoll: Asking about how it has been since the dragon incident. Brigsby: Yep Igfig: Do you remember his name? dreyrugr: I don't think you ever told us his name dreyrugr: Only that he was a dwarf Brigsby: I was way too drunk last time, I don't remember the color of the dragon we surfed" Igfig: maybe not Igfig: Cliff Shieldsplitter's the name Igfig: owner and keeper of this tavern Igfig: anyway Brigsby: I pretend like I knew it all along. "That's what it was! How has business been, Cliff?" Igfig: "Oh aye, thing's've been great since that dragon" Igfig: He nods up at the rafters. Brigsby: "Is that the very same one? How did you find the skull? From what I remember, it flew us a few miles out of town, then we all ran off when it landed." Igfig: "Heh, well. Clever thing, that. Igfig: Wasn't too hard to follow all of ye down to where ye landed, of course Igfig: . Brigsby: "Do tell! And while you're at it I'd like a hundred beers." Igfig: He chuckles. Igfig: "And from there, I just had to ask meself, 'Now where would that dragon have been runnin' to?'" Igfig: He pours the beer Igfig: a few Igfig: "And the answer was of course its lair" Igfig: "So a few wagons later, I've got me brand new Cliff's Tavern, ooen for business." Brigsby: "You knew where its lair was? Is that where you ran off to when we were actually fighting the thing?" Igfig: "No, no. I just kept walking in the same direction it'd been flying." Igfig: "And eventually there it was." Igfig: "But anyway, 'nough about me. How're you all? Are you ready to play your... your... what was it it you played again?" Brigsby: "Metal. It's called Metal. I invented it." Brigsby: "But yeah, we're all good. Some of us didn't show, but that's the way of things." Igfig: "...Metal? Is that something like... Rock?" Brigsby: "Exactly! Just shinier." Igfig: "That so? Hmm." Igfig: What's your passive Insight like? Brigsby: 9 Igfig: yeah, ok Igfig: heh Igfig: who Igfig: s up next? Thorn_the_Gnoll: Wilco. Igfig: ok Wilco: oh Wilco: sorry what is going on right now? Wilco: I was installing somethign Igfig: by the way folks, you can probably go bother Mouser in the other chat if you're waiting on me Igfig: we should be sharing the load, mroe or less Wilco: mouser is having sex Wilco: literally Wilco: Okay how much longer till the show? Igfig: yeah, well, feel free to interrupt and have your say Igfig: once everybody's had a turn to talk to folks Igfig: gather information, scout the competition Igfig: whatever it is oyu want to do dreyrugr: Ig's a bit busy ig dreyrugr: I mean mouser is a bit busy Igfig: I am, yes Wilco: Yeah, how much time until the show starts dreyrugr: Just... don't look in the other chat Igfig: heh, ok Thorn_the_Gnoll: I'll take a moment to head over by Brigsby, I'll wait till it is my turn for anything else though. Igfig: oh god, this is all being logged Igfig: anyway Wilco: WE SAID DON'T LOOK IN THE OTHER CHAT Igfig: wilco, you doing anything? The description of what's going on should still be on this chat page Igfig: also, they just faded to balck there Igfig: black Wilco: Yeah, I look around for a general sign to when the show starts Igfig: well, people are still coming in Wilco: Well okay themn Wilco: then* Igfig: the other band is still tuning Igfig: you guys are still tuning too, probably Wilco: I'm a leyboard, I don't need to tunr Wilco: tune* Wilco: What is the weather outside? Igfig: it's a pretty nice evening Igfig: clear skies, not too cold fingers: Do you have any idea how hard it is to tune a *stringed axe*? Let's just say it takes a while Igfig: heh, aye Wilco: There really isn't much to do right now, I could say sit and wait and it would be in character Wilco: but instead Wilco: I head over to the bar m0user: Boning is done, in OOC, for those of you avoiding it. Igfig: if you don't want to do anything, wilco, we can skip ahead to the next person Igfig: ok Wilco: I walk up to the bar keep Igfig: who is still in conversation with brigsby Wilco: "What do you have that'll get me drunker than Bill at new years" ((he knows what I am talking about, but that is for another time)) Wilco: oh crap Igfig: 'sokay, he's still bartending Brigsby: I shoot him a scathing glance for interrupting our conversation Wilco: oh okay Igfig: "Well, are you looking for somethin' at the dwarven or the elven end of the spectum?" Wilco: Dwarven Igfig: "Excellent choice, lad." Wilco: I wink at Brigsby Wilco: "Now see how a real man drinks" Igfig: "Then you can't go wrong with a pint of Horgald Funeral Ale." Brigsby: "I drank dwarven ale the entire time the last time we were here!" Wilco: Alright, how bout you just leave the bottle out, then you can get back to your conversation Igfig: "Ah, but not a funeral ale, I'd reckon." Brigsby: "I think it might have been. I don't remember much." Wilco: "I think very few of us still have memories of that night" Igfig: "Well, have a try and find out." Igfig: He pours you one. Wilco: is it a shot? Igfig: Yes. Wilco: I drink it Igfig: It's an ale that is served by the shot. Wilco: okay Wilco: Hmm Igfig: It most certainly is not what you were drinking earlier. Igfig: Hell no. Igfig: This stuff is... whao. Brigsby: "Hey, that was my drink!" Wilco: I stare at brigsby, then drink mine Wilco: I was err... getting ready Wilco: I take the shot Wilco: "keep em comin" Brigsby: "Yeah? What does drinking do for you? It just makes you bang out noise on that damned keyboard of yours even worse!" Igfig: "Here, you two take care of yourselves." He pours a few more and heads down to the other end of the bar, nodding to the great shaggy something-or-other as he passes Wilco: Brigsby, how about we see who can handle the most of this Igfig: and starts pouring something for the halfling you saw earlier, from the band Igfig: Who's up next? Far-Walker: Me! I think. dreyrugr: Yeah Brigsby: lets take the ale-chat to the other chat Igfig: sounds good Igfig: Aight, Farwalker. Whatcha doin? fingers: Hey assholes! Remember what happened last time you got blitzed before a show? Cool it until the set. Far-Walker: Far-Walker tunes his bass, then heads to the outside balcony. He prays to the spirits of wind and song for a good performance until it's time to perform. fingers: (fucking alcoholics, man) Igfig: ah, cool Lucas_Strongbow: He hears strange noises coming from a wagon Igfig: heheh Igfig: Nature check to consult the spirits Igfig: Perception if you want to, uh, listen in I guess Far-Walker: 1d20+10 Fortuna: Far-Walker, 1d20+10: [19] = 29 Far-Walker: Hell yeah! Far-Walker: That's Nature. Igfig: The spirits are unquiet tonight Far-Walker: No perception. Igfig: Something is afoot Igfig: Something unnatural, not of the world of trees and earth Igfig: Not sure if it's bad or not Igfig: but upheaval Igfig: nonetheless dreyrugr: Ig, would I be able to detect this with passive perception? Igfig: what he just sensed? No Igfig: This is mystical bullshit, not science dreyrugr: Haha Far-Walker: Far-Walker will meditate on it until showtime Igfig: aright, very well Igfig: who else has stuff to do now? dreyrugr: Me Igfig: aight dreyrugr: I go up to the fire place and pray to moradin for a good performance also Igfig: sure dreyrugr: Roll anything? Igfig: gods don't interact with mortals the same way nature spirits do Igfig: but roll religion dreyrugr: 1d20 Fortuna: dreyrugr, 1d20: [14] = 14 Igfig: you feel at peace about the coming battle, and confident in youself Igfig: but nothing specific dreyrugr: Awesome. Remembering what happened last time, I decide not to drink and instead go out onto the balcony. Roll perception. dreyrugr: 1d20+6 Fortuna: dreyrugr, 1d20+6: [16] = 22 Igfig: you hear strange noises coming from a wagon Igfig: also, far-walker's out here. Igfig: Hi, Far-walker. dreyrugr: Haha. dreyrugr: "Sup far-walker" dreyrugr: Alright. I think I'll head backstage and just practice singing then. End turn Far-Walker: Far-Walker nods to acknowledge Drey, but doesn't speak Far-Walker: Thorn's turn! Igfig: Right! Thorn. Thorn_the_Gnoll: Yay. So I went over to the bar as well following Brigsby, and I'm suspicious of the dwarf from what he did after giving them the ale. Igfig: Okay Thorn_the_Gnoll: That nodding to the big shaggy thing and all. Igfig: well, the big shaggy thing Igfig: it's like ten feet tall, and kinda greenish Igfig: and if you want to know what it is, probably nature check Thorn_the_Gnoll: Yeah that probably won't work for me, might as well give it a go though. Thorn_the_Gnoll: 1d20 Fortuna: Thorn_the_Gnoll, 1d20: [1] = 1 Igfig: you do not Igfig: does anybody have a high nature? Sark: I doo Brigsby: You perceive that it is a sentient hairball Igfig: oh huh, Far-Walker's passive nature is high enough to know dreyrugr: I have 5 nature Sark: 7 Lucas_Strongbow: my nature's 8 Far-Walker: It is, but he's busy. Igfig: Lucas, so is yours Igfig: You're pretty sure it's a troll Igfig: also a bouncer Igfig: in fact, looks like the only bouncer Igfig: that is what it is Igfig: anyway Igfig: what's Thorn up to? Thorn_the_Gnoll: I guess I'll ask Cliff about that ale. Thorn_the_Gnoll: "Horgald Funeral Ale?" Igfig: As you approach him, the halfling he was talking to looks over, exchanges a few more words with Cliff, and goes back to the rest of his band Igfig: Cliff turns to you. Igfig: "Aye. Care to try some?" Thorn_the_Gnoll: "Horgald Funeral Ale?" Thorn_the_Gnoll: "No. What is it?" Igfig: "That is what it's called, yes." Igfig: "Ah, well. Y'see. When a dwarf dies, his family and friends get together and buy the best hops and barley and such that they can find Igfig: and other ingredients tailored to the dwarf's life Igfig: and brew up a barrel of funeral ale Igfig: Instead of a eulogy, you see. Thorn_the_Gnoll: "How did Horgald die?" Igfig: No idea. Thorn_the_Gnoll: "What did Horgald do?" Igfig: Happens from time to time that the ale never gets drunk, for various reasons Igfig: and the ale gets sold off Igfig: So here it is. I don't know who Horgald was, but I'd have liked to meet him. Thorn_the_Gnoll: "Why?" Igfig: If a man's ale tastes that good, you know that he was either a good man or had a lot of people that loved him. Igfig: Or both. Igfig: (sorry, I gotta move my computer for a moment Back in a jiffy Slim_bankshot: OK, I'm taking over for Ig. Any questions? Slim_bankshot: Good Slim_bankshot: Thorn it is your turn then? Thorn_the_Gnoll: Um, yar. Slim_bankshot: OK Thorn_the_Gnoll: I think I'll end it ordering some meat. Thorn_the_Gnoll: Or is it only drinks they serve? Slim_bankshot: "Only drinks son! You want meat, there's a gay bar across the street!" Brigsby: "There's also the elf dudes in the other band!" I shout from down the bar Thorn_the_Gnoll: Thorn let out a low growl before moving over near the fireplace. Slim_bankshot: "Now git. I've got customers to deal with!" Heronius: my turn? dreyrugr: Yes Slim_bankshot: The fire crackles warmly and the people around you argue and eat from plates piled high with food. Slim_bankshot: Yes Hero Heronius: I leave the backstage area, I stand beside the stage and take a quick look around the room. Heronius: I think about the viable profits from a crowd this large. Heronius: I smile a bit. Heronius: I get tired of the heat, the noise, and the crowds. I wander onto the balcony and stand leaning on the railing. Slim_bankshot: You reason that if they all paid to watch the show, that, after slkiting the cost and paying Cliff, Slim_bankshot: And bribing the cops to hide her body, you will make a tidy profit Heronius: I give far-walker a slight nod. Heronius: recalling his actions against the dragon. Slim_bankshot: Far is out there? Heronius: he is meditating Thorn_the_Gnoll: And Drey is there too. Far-Walker: Far's out on the balcony, meditating on LIFE, maaaaaan Slim_bankshot: Oh. Heronius: I ignore drey Heronius: I have nothing but contempt for drey. Slim_bankshot: On the street below you, dreyrugr: I'm in the backstage practicing my singing Slim_bankshot: several drunk people dance down the sidewalk Slim_bankshot: otherwise, the streets are empty Heronius: I take out my waterskin Slim_bankshot: There are four men and two women Heronius: I wave my hand over it, changing the taste to that of the finest wine, and I take a drink. Heronius: Any of the 6 people have any magic? Slim_bankshot: One of the men notices you and recognizes you as.... Slim_bankshot: A guy he lost a bet to? Heronius: "Hey!" Slim_bankshot: "YOUZ THA GUYWHOI LST THA BETTA!" Heronius: "You owe me 20 Gold!" Slim_bankshot: "PHUUUCK YOU! I DON OWE YOUSHIT!" Far-Walker: Far-Walker twitches. Heronius: I Create the Illusion of a wreath of fire surrounding me. And a Loud peal of Thunder Slim_bankshot: He throws a bottle at you. Heronius: "You will Pay". Heronius: I cast magic missle on the bottle Slim_bankshot: roll for accuracy, I guess Heronius: 1d20+5 Fortuna: Heronius, 1d20+5: [14] = 19 Slim_bankshot: The bottle explodes in midairt and shards of glass rain down on the small group. Slim_bankshot: *midair Igfig: okay, the bouncer is standing up now Heronius: "ANY OTHER STUPID IDEAS?" Slim_bankshot: The other men are now irritated. Slim_bankshot: One of the girls and one of the guys dive under the balcony for shelter Igfig: but the vacant-yet-intimidating gaze of the huge troll is a pretty good disincentive for fighting Slim_bankshot: They are irritated, but stand down Heronius: Now, that money you owe me? Slim_bankshot: "Imbroke!" Heronius: Well then, we shall have to find an alternative method of payment now won't we? Slim_bankshot: He descends into a fit of drunked laughter Slim_bankshot: The laughter fades and a wet patch spreads over the front of his pants Heronius: Get your mind out of the gutter you cretin Slim_bankshot: The other five hurry away Heronius: I will be contracting you for physical labour until you have paid your debt Heronius: So I suggest you make your way inside, and wait backstage so we can write up the necessary papers. Heronius: Unless you would rather settle this with the authorties? Slim_bankshot: "THATS UNL.. THATS UNLAFL! THAT'S UNLAWFLAF- THAT'S NO FAIR!" Heronius: It is within all of the bounds of the law sir. Heronius: So, what will it be? Heronius: The guards? or the Band? Slim_bankshot: He grumbles and turns to go inside. Heronius: Good choice. Heronius: End Turn Slim_bankshot: But freezes when he hears a scream from down the allyway his friends went down Slim_bankshot: OK Slim_bankshot: Fingers? Heronius: He had his turn in the other thread Fingers: ? Slim_bankshot: whos turn then? Slim_bankshot: Sark? Brigsby: Sark is going now Brigsby: So Lucas? Lucas_Strongbow: I think it might be...me Lucas_Strongbow: I emerge from the wagon m0user: Wait until; sark is done Slim_bankshot: Wait, are we runing two games now? dreyrugr: No dreyrugr: Just 2 turns at once Thorn_the_Gnoll: Just multiple turns at a time, sorta. Brigsby: They were just doing two turns Slim_bankshot: Ah m0user: No, ig was doing another turn at the same time. Makes the RP stuff go faster Slim_bankshot: Gotcha Slim_bankshot: I get it Heronius: afk m0user: Performance time is almost here Slim_bankshot: So Lucas' turn? Lucas_Strongbow: i think we're waiting Lucas_Strongbow: i get the feeling a performance is com9ng up Slim_bankshot: OK Lucas_Strongbow: coming Slim_bankshot: Well, let me know when you're ready, next person dreyrugr: Sark is about to end his turn dreyrugr: And it's ended.... I think Igfig: All right! That's everybody then? Igfig: The show is about to start. Igfig: Here's how it'll work. Slim_bankshot: PLACES, LADIES! Igfig: This is a skill challenge Igfig: which means that you'll each take turns, as usual Igfig: on your turn, you say what you want to do, we figure out which skill it uses, and then you make the check to see if it succeeds or not. dreyrugr: So can we sing on our turn? m0user: Other channel back to (mostly) straight OOC stuff. Igfig: Doing something more difficult and/or complicated will be a harder check, but will give extra benefits on top of mere success. Igfig: Yes, you will be singing on your turn Igfig: Specifically, here's how it works Far-Walker: Do we all have to sing? Brigsby: What about choruses and such? Do we roll assists? Igfig: I'm getting to that Igfig: The performers will be making "primary checks", which are what you need to actually succeed at the challenge. Igfig: i.e. a perform check. Igfig: You'll be playing two songs Igfig: each being one full round Igfig: in each song, you can make up to 6 primary checks Igfig: each successful check is one success Igfig: whichever band has the most successes, wins Igfig: you can also make secondary checks, if you prefer Igfig: which give bonuses to the primary checks Igfig: but aren't worth anything by themselves Igfig: e.g. playing backup for somebody else Igfig: also, those of you who aren't performers will only make secondary checks Igfig: basically, you do stuff that helps the performers on stage Igfig: And so it begins. Igfig: The lights dim Igfig: Cliff's voice is heard. m0user: "LADIES AND GENTLEFOLK! A SPECIAL TREAT TONIGHT!" m0user: FOR ONE NIGHT ONLY ONLY only WE HAVE A BATTLE OF THE BANDS! m0user: ON ONE STAGE WE HAVE THE FAMOUS MONCHYLD!!! Igfig: A tambourine is heard Igfig: softly at first Igfig: but as the lights on the far stage turn on Igfig: it grows louder Igfig: ting ting ring ting Igfig: the orc is standing there, shaking out his beat. Igfig: He makes a secondary check to keep the beat for the rest of the band Igfig: 1d20+6 Fortuna: Igfig, 1d20+6: [13] = 19 Slim_bankshot: Ohhh Igfig: which is enough Igfig: to give his band a +1 persistent bonus Igfig: that is, a +1 bonus that lasts until either one of them fails a check or it gets negated by you guys doing something Igfig: After the tambourine has been going for a moment, a harp arpeggio Igfig: and one of the women starts singing Igfig: "My lady dwells on yonder hill Igfig: All green and bright with flowers Igfig: Oh! Would that I could sit with her Igfig: And while away the hours" Igfig: 1d20+8 Fortuna: Igfig, 1d20+8: [8] = 16 Igfig: SUCCESS Igfig: That was the first primary check Igfig: Now, it's your guys' turn Igfig: (Announcer?) m0user: AND THEIR OPPONENTS, THE NEW SOUND AROUND TOWN THAT IS GOING DOWN, SHETLAND! FIRESTOOOOORRRRRMMMM!!!! Lucas_Strongbow: KILLER RIFF TO OPEN Lucas_Strongbow: if that's okay Igfig: does anybody want to do a secondary first? Heronius: I will Sark: I start a steady drum rhythm Heronius: I want to do pyrotechnics during crescendos and such Heronius: so arcana Sark: Nevermind then Igfig: Note that you only make one check per song Heronius: Yup Igfig: so if you're a performer, stick to primary prolly dreyrugr: Can I do a dragon breath for an effect with the intro? Thorn_the_Gnoll: Thorn glares at the opposing band and they're "music". Thorn_the_Gnoll: 1d20+9 Intimidate. Fortuna: Thorn_the_Gnoll, Intimidate.: [3] = 12 Heronius: 1d20+10 Fortuna: Heronius, 1d20+10: [5] = 15 Thorn_the_Gnoll: Damn you diceboy replacement! Igfig: Aright. Heronius, this is just for the opening, right? Heronius: no Heronius: its for wherever it is apprpriate in the song Igfig: are you doing it at a lower level throughout, or a bigger flare at the appropriate time? Heronius: hmm Igfig: it's either a smaller persistent bonus or a larger one-time one Fingers: Since we've just started off, a smaller persistant bonus might work out best in the long-run Heronius: smaller for the first song Fingers: (Besides, we've got another song for you to show your chops on) Igfig: okay Igfig: Thorn, that's a -2 to their next primary check Igfig: and Hero, that's a +1 persistent bonus to the band's checks Igfig: Oh, also I forgot Igfig: For primary checks, lyrics are worth a +2 bonus Heronius: I am going to make popcorn Igfig: oaky Igfig: Primary check! Igfig: Lucas! Lucas_Strongbow: Ok, riff Lucas_Strongbow: performance? Igfig: yeah Igfig: any lyrics? Lucas_Strongbow: and, it's a +1 Lucas_Strongbow: I'm not a singer Igfig: ok Igfig: yeah, perform with a +1 Lucas_Strongbow: 1d20+10 Fortuna: Lucas_Strongbow, 1d20+10: [18] = 28 Lucas_Strongbow: YES Igfig: damn Igfig: too bad you weren't going for something bigger than just "a riff" Lucas_Strongbow: it's a killer riff Igfig: 'cause that would totally have been worth some tasty bonuses there Lucas_Strongbow: one that defines the whole song Igfig: you gotta say so beforehand, dude Igfig: actually, y'know what Lucas_Strongbow: I described it as a killer riff many times Igfig: ...eh, sure, wahtever Lucas_Strongbow: Bitchin' Igfig: +2 to next primary check! Lucas_Strongbow: make sure you screw me over at some point so it balances out Igfig: From now on, say how hard the check you're making will be Igfig: so like "Hard Perform" Lucas_Strongbow: ah, will do Igfig: anyway, their turn now Igfig: hmm Igfig: the second harpist starts up now Igfig: "For she be fair as fair can be Igfig: Her skin like burnished gold Igfig: Her hair, black as a raven’s wing Igfig: Her eyes are tales untold" Igfig: It's really sappy minstrelly stuff Igfig: She's got +1 from the persistent bonus, +2 from lyrics, -2 from Thorn's nasty glower Igfig: 1d20+8 hard perform Fortuna: Igfig, hard perform: [13] = 21 Igfig: Which is enough Igfig: She arpeggios all over the place, harmonizing into the first harp as they both swirl around the tambourine Igfig: SUCCESS Igfig: and further +1 persistent to primary checks Igfig: YOU GUYS Igfig: First of all, any secondaries? Wilco: I will play the same tune as the guitar right now, quietly behind it Wilco: primary check dreyrugr: I'll back up the vocals if there are any dreyrugr: No vocals yet, so nothing on my end Igfig: all right drey, go ahead Igfig: oh Igfig: never ind sorry Igfig: Waffle, go for it Igfig: WHatcha doing? Igfig: And how hard are you rocking? Igfig: Also,you have a +3 bonus to this check Wilco: Playing the same tune as the guitar is, accompanying it, not total rock, regular rock Wilco: dex roll? Igfig: Perform check. Wilco: for what? Igfig: to play your piano? Igfig: It's Dex or Cha +5, bacially Wilco: okay Wilco: 1d20+8 Fortuna: Wilco, 1d20+8: [12] = 20 Igfig: Success, sir! Igfig: SUCCESS, rather Igfig: TWO SUCCESSES EACH Igfig: the lute comes in, now, strumming up from the background all sneaky-like Igfig: until suddenly it's at the forefront, about as wicked a riff as you can get on a lute Igfig: well, on a lute you'd call it elegant, not wicked Igfig: "But lo! She knows not of my love Igfig: Nor how my heart doth weep Igfig: "For she lies lost in slumber dark Igfig: And in eternal sleep" Igfig: 1d20+10 hard perform Fortuna: Igfig, hard perform: [15] = 25 Igfig: SUCCESS Igfig: and +2 to their next primary check Igfig: These guys are kinda kicking your asses in quality, right now Igfig: NEXT Slim_bankshot: A lot of the crowd is looking at the gay minstrel guys Lucas_Strongbow: Including me Igfig: You guys might want to consider some harder checks, all things considered dreyrugr: I'm secondary check with moose's vocals m0user: A small mosh pit forms in front of you, but it is unenthused. Igfig: Who among you is down in the crowd, by the way? Thorn_the_Gnoll: I think I am. Igfig: ok dreyrugr: WAIT. I'm not going to do a secondary check Heronius: I am at the bar Igfig: ah, but you already went thorn Heronius: sitting dreyrugr: Mouser hasn't awnsered me yet. So I need to ask you Thorn_the_Gnoll: Yup I know. dreyrugr: If I do a dragon breath for effect, will we get any bonus's? Igfig: yeah, you can get a +2 to your check dreyrugr: Awesome. Igfig: whatever that check may be Far-Walker: Go primary! Brigsby: that's me! dreyrugr: What check would that be since it's just for effect? Igfig: is that your entire thing? Just breathing? dreyrugr: Can I back him up on vocals also? Igfig: yeah Brigsby: I leap onto the amp and scream the lyrics into my mic (Hard Perform) Igfig: wait brigs dreyrugr: I'll do that also then Igfig: if you can make it cool, drey Igfig: it'll be a hard chdck Igfig: chck Igfig: check dreyrugr: I'm going to describe the fuck out of my breath Igfig: with the commensurate extra bonuses dreyrugr: Start singing brigsby. I'll come in with my breath when you're done Brigsby: Do I roll first, or post lyrics? Igfig: post first Igfig: if your lyrics really suck they won't be worth anything Brigsby: "IT CANNOT BE SEEN, BUT THERE'S BLOOD ON THE GREEN Brigsby: ONLY THE GODS KNOW I'M INNOCENT Brigsby: A DARK SEED REIGNS IN ME, LIKE THE STORM O'ER THE SEA Brigsby: I CHALLENGE THEE, DO NOT CROSS THIS BRIDGE ALONE Igfig: Nice! Igfig: Okay, +2 for the lyrics, +1 for the ongoing riff Brigsby: 1d20+12 Fortuna: Brigsby, 1d20+12: [16] = 28 Igfig: Plenty! dreyrugr: As Brigsby finished his I could feel the passion in my chest. Stepping forward and lifting my head to the ceiling, I let out an incredibly roar! And in the midst of it, the air in my throat turned to lighting and shot out, lighting up the stage and frying a few lights. Igfig: well...I mean, that's a cool description and all Fingers: Hahaha Igfig: but you're not actually doing something cool with it, know what I mean? dreyrugr: What about the roar? Can I get a few checks with that? Wilco: he was breathing lightning at the climax of the lyrics Wilco: what is not awesome about that Igfig: Well, if you were, say, singing and breathign lightnng at the same time Igfig: so your words came out as bolts of lightinng Wilco: mmkay Igfig: that would be doing something cool with it dreyrugr: Well shit. I should've done that dreyrugr: I didn't know I could do that Igfig: as it is, that's a Medium check with a +2 description bonus Heronius: you can do whatever you want generally. m0user: Just imagine something awesome. The more awesome the better. We will tell you if you cannot do it. Igfig: and I guess it can be Perform or whatever Igfig: The man speaks the truth dreyrugr: Alright. So 1d20+7? Igfig: I don't know your bonus, but that sounds about right dreyrugr: 1d20+7 Fortuna: dreyrugr, 1d20+7: [3] = 10 dreyrugr: FUCK YOU FORTUNA Igfig: ooohh Igfig: that's a failure dreyrugr: Do I get some checks with the roar though? Brigsby: Wasn't that a secondary? Does that failure count? dreyrugr: Intimidate or something? Igfig: yeah, it does Igfig: you made your check, drey Igfig: you get one check per song Igfig: also, -1 to the check it was modifying Igfig: brigsby's Igfig: luckily his check was already good enough Igfig: for ONE SUCCESS plus +1 persistent bonus to primary checks! Igfig: but yeah, your lightning totally fried some lights and stuff Igfig: aie Igfig: anyway, OTHER GUYS dreyrugr: Ig. Can I roll intimidate on the other band with my roar? Igfig: no you can't Igfig: you just made your check Igfig: and failed it Igfig: you can try next song, I guess dreyrugr: Alright Igfig: Okay, so Monchyld's lead singer comes forward now Igfig: singing in a lovely alto Igfig: or I guess it's a contra-tenor, since he's a dude and all Igfig: looking over your way, with a wicked smile on his face Igfig: as he sings Igfig: "There was a prince, the stories say Igfig: Whom she was once to wed Igfig: She loved him not, nor in good faith Igfig: Could share his bridal bed" Igfig: with an intonation that makes it very clear that she's implying something kinda insulting to you, Lucas Igfig: 1d20+10+2+2 herd perform Fortuna: Igfig, herd perform: [18] = 32 Igfig: and she is exceptionally successful Lucas_Strongbow: I wink at that sexy son of a bitch Igfig: you're so demoralized you miss a beat of your riff, lucas Igfig: ONE SUCCESS FOR THEM, and you guys lose all your persistent bonuses Igfig: they still have +2 Igfig: YOU ARE THE NEXT ONES UP Igfig: IT'S YOU Slim_bankshot: GOGOGO! Slim_bankshot: ROCK THE FUCK OUT OF THEM! Fingers: I turn to the band Fingers: "TIME TO BLOW THESE CHUMPS OUT OF THE WATER" Fingers: And Fingers makes a DEATH-DEFYING leap onto the Dagron skull on the wall Wilco: okay mouser Igfig: daaayum Wilco: oops! Fingers: To pull off the rankest, most bitchin'est guitar solo to have graces the earth Fingers: graced, even Fingers: Hard perform roll? Igfig: Word. Igfig: (yes) Fingers: 1d20+4 Fortuna: Fingers, 1d20+4: [15] = 19 Igfig: hoooo, just enough Igfig: ...wait, you have way more than +4 Fingers: Wait a second, Igfig. Isn't perform supposed to be a tagged skill? I could have sworn I tagged it, but my sheet isn't shwoing it Igfig: tagged? Brigsby: It is Heronius: it untags itself Brigsby: so +9 Igfig: yeah, much better Igfig: also more than enough Fingers: Why is it untagging itself? Fingers: It just did it again Igfig: no idea Fingers: Ugh, whatever Brigsby: put 5 in misc Fingers: Good call Igfig: Okay, that was ONE SUCCESS plus +1 persistent to secondary checks! Heronius: you already have the maximum number of tagged skills Igfig: All secondary checks! Igfig: for you guys Igfig: That right there got the party started right proper, now. Fingers: As the solo finishes up Wilco: pfft Fingers: The brains of the crowd melting out across the floor Fingers: Fingers comes to a stop, the band slows momentarily Igfig: The other guys are all, grr Fingers: And I smash my Badasstrocaster into the Dagron skull, knocking it and myself to the ground Fingers: Then stand up, guitar in one hand, skull in the other, and scream with the primal fury of ROCK Igfig: nice to the max Fingers: Toss the skull on the stage, leap back into position, and resume Igfig: I think we're going to have to recalibrate the skill challenge system eventually: it can't really handle those levels of awesome Igfig: anyway, the dragonborn you were talking with earlier Igfig: you see his instrument now Igfig: it's a dulcimer Igfig: he prepares for a DULCIMER SOLO Igfig: and the whole time he's just staring at you Igfig: all of you Igfig: staring Igfig: eyes Igfig: stare Igfig: ding dada ding ding Igfig: 1d20+8 Fortuna: Igfig, 1d20+8: [18] = 26 Igfig: sorry, forgot to say that was hard perform Igfig: Not only is that a SUCCESS Igfig: but also, -2 persistent penalty to all your primary checks! Igfig: Moreover, you can see down in the crowd Igfig: ----oh, wait Igfig: scratch that Slim_bankshot: His gaze locks into your eyes and bores into your mind, piercing your existance. Igfig: The really big human joins in on his PAN-FLUTE Igfig: fluting like a whale with a flute Igfig: simile escapes me Igfig: it's just so... so... flute-tastic Igfig: secondary check Igfig: 1d20+8 hard perform Fortuna: Igfig, hard perform: [2] = 10 Igfig: DICKS Igfig: fails Igfig: and -1 to the next check Igfig: their next check Lucas_Strongbow: "I thought you guys knew what to do with a flute?" Igfig: Go, guys Igfig: he is very disappointed in himself Igfig: You have two primary checks left Igfig: NEXT Sark: I begin to play a drum solo. No, not play. Pound. Hammer. Fucking destroy. The drums are visibly shaking. The entire drum set. Hell, the audience can probably feel it. The front of the bass drum looks as if it is housing a chestburster about to hatch. The symbols are crashing in an intense, yet oddly melodic way. Igfig: nice Igfig: I love that this song has been more than half solos Sark: During the solo, I shout a taunt in Giant, directed at the orc in the minstrel group. Something about how a half orc like me is more hardcore than he could ever hope to be Igfig: also nice m0user: I love how we have solos going at the same time Igfig: You've got a +2 for that description, but a -2 persistent from the dulcimer solo Sark: So, negating? Igfig: so check it out Lucas_Strongbow: SO WE GET NOTHING Sark: Do I roll intimidate, too? Igfig: anyone left to make secondaries? Thorn_the_Gnoll: Nope. Igfig: nah, that'll be part of the perform check Sark: Sweet Sark: 1d20+8 Fortuna: Sark, 1d20+8: [13] = 21 Sark: WAIT IT WAS A HARD PERFORM Sark: FUCK Igfig: I believe you dude Sark: Phew Igfig: SUCCESS Igfig: And a -2 persistent penalty for the other guys Igfig: negating their +2 from before Igfig: Them, now Igfig: One guy left Igfig: the hafling Igfig: he steps forward from where he was singing backup before Igfig: opens a black leather case Igfig: and slides forth Igfig: a gleaming Igfig: triangle Igfig: *ding* Igfig: 1d20+7 med. perform Fortuna: Igfig, med. perform: [18] = 25 dreyrugr: "Was that the dinner bell I heard?" Igfig: I shoulda gone hard... Igfig: but that is SUCCESS Igfig: YOU GUYS Igfig: LAST ONE Far-Walker: ALRIGHT. Igfig: Final check of the song! Far-Walker: (Do I get any bonuses for that sweet nature check a bit ago?) Igfig: nah, the bonuses there were something more abstract. Far-Walker: Alright then.... Igfig: I think you've still all got that -2 persistent penalty going Brigsby: Did the drum thing not cancel that? Igfig: I think that cancelled the other guys' bonus Far-Walker: Far-Walker runs up and front-flips into a knee slide, landing at the edge of the stage. He closes out the song the best way he knows how: four-armed bass solo. His fingers are flying over every part of the bass, making actual chords and melodies you'd expect on a lead guitar. He headbangs to the music, and finishes with a single, solid strike to the E string, Far-Walker: letting it ring. Igfig: Aright! Roll that bitch! Far-Walker: (Do you want an acrobatics for that flip?) Igfig: It's not vital, but you can do it if you like, sure Far-Walker: First the flip: Far-Walker: 1d20+9 Fortuna: Far-Walker, 1d20+9: [6] = 15 Igfig: Aight, cool Far-Walker: Now the hard perform: Igfig: That's a +2 there Far-Walker: 1d20+12 Fortuna: Far-Walker, 1d20+12: [7] = 19 Igfig: the +2 cancels out the -2 rememebr Far-Walker: Oops. Igfig: so... 17? Far-Walker: Yep. Igfig: Well... that's not a success. Igfig: Not a failure either Igfig: it was cool, but you just couldn't quite keep your fingers going right during that flip Igfig: and it got a little messy there at the end. Igfig: SONG 1 COMPLETE Igfig: Monchyld: 6 successes, 1 failure Igfig: Shetland Firestorm: 5 successes, 1 failure dreyrugr: FUCK Brigsby: balls Wilco: DAMMIT Igfig: MONCHYLD WINS THE FIRST ROUND Sark: "Ass" Far-Walker: How far away are the two stages from each other? In feet. Lucas_Strongbow: I look over to the lute player. "You magnificent son of a bitch" Igfig: one moment Igfig: bout 40 feet, I think? Igfig: no, more Igfig: 5 regions Igfig: more like 60 ft Igfig: Anyway Igfig: SECOND ROUND STARTS IN A FEW MINUTES Igfig: you may want to discuss tactics and the like Igfig: I should probably make it clear, right Igfig: that the +2 bonus for lyrics is the same as the +2 bonus for good description Igfig: and the +2 bonus for doing a trick in the middle of your check, I guess Igfig: And remember! You still have that -2 persistent penalty to deal with. Heronius: motherfucker Igfig: staaaare Igfig: meanwhile, the other band is hanging out down at the bar Lucas_Strongbow: Is there anyway I can go try to psyche out the lute player right now? Igfig: having drinks bought for them by fans Lucas_Strongbow: I have a plan Igfig: yes, there certainly is Igfig: why the lute player? Lucas_Strongbow: there's history there Igfig: okay dreyrugr: Ig, how many chandeliers are there? Igfig: A couple Igfig: one over each stage, one above the tables in the western area Lucas_Strongbow: I push past the throng of fans, and stand next to the lute player Igfig: He turns to you with a smirk Lucas_Strongbow: Clasping his hand, i lean towards his ear, and whisper in elvish Lucas_Strongbow: "I faked it" Slim_bankshot: OHHHHH m0user: "So did I" He blows you a kiss and walks away Lucas_Strongbow: If he tries to saya nything, i stop him by holding a finger to his lips Lucas_Strongbow: Then i say "It's not you, it's me" and walk away Igfig: aright Igfig: also, awesome Igfig: hmm Igfig: opposed bluff checks Lucas_Strongbow: my bluff is -1, but i can hope Igfig: I just rolled by hand, and got a 12 Igfig: total Igfig: so you've got a chance Lucas_Strongbow: d20-1 Igfig: gotta include the 1 Lucas_Strongbow: 1d20-1 Fortuna: Lucas_Strongbow, 1d20-1: [4] = 3 Heronius: oh you Igfig: oooooohhhhhh Lucas_Strongbow: That went badly Igfig: apparently it did dreyrugr: Can I flirt with the crowd a bit ig? Get them on our side? Igfig: -2 to your primary check, Lucas Wilco: you still love him Lucas_Strongbow: I always will Igfig: sure, but as with all these in-between checks Igfig: failure is easier Igfig: and has consequences and shit, as seen dreyrugr: Wait, it'll effect my check on the band? Igfig: depends dreyrugr: On what Wilco: ig when does the next song start? Igfig: as soon as drey decides what to do and gets her ass back on stage Igfig: what are you doing, drey? dreyrugr: I'll just stay on stage Igfig: okay dreyrugr: I decided not to flirt Igfig: then the second round is starting Igfig: the crowd looks to be pretty firmly on the other side, at the moment Igfig: rock was already not exactly popular here Igfig: and you haven't convinced them otherwise yet Igfig: so Igfig: let's get this started Igfig: you guys get to go first this time, I believe Far-Walker: Far-Walker starts it this time. He uses his Elemental Spirits power to make a burst of colorful lights, lighting up the stage. Then he begins a deep, soulful bass solo, the sort of stuff that makes you cry on the inside. The thrums trickle into your soul, man. Far-Walker: (Conditional bonuses/penalties on the check?) Igfig: THe persistent -2 Igfig: you haven't really got a +2 description yet, I think Heronius: wait for yin on that Igfig: ok Far-Walker: The notes hang in the air like ghosts as Far-Walker's fingers slide along the strings. With his other two arms, he tunes the bass on the fly, flattening and sharpening notes as they ring to give it an otherworldly feel. Igfig: cool Igfig: yeah, that's a +2 description bonus there Far-Walker: Hard perform: Far-Walker: 1d20+10 Fortuna: Far-Walker, 1d20+10: [11] = 21 Igfig: SUCCESS Igfig: also Igfig: I guess that negates the penalty right there Igfig: wait no Igfig: that reduces the persistent penalty by 1 Igfig: it's just -1 now Igfig: it would have taken a hard secondary to negate it fully Igfig: OTHER GUYS Slim_bankshot: Me then? Igfig: yes Slim_bankshot: OK. Slim_bankshot: The Lute player makes their way to the stage and walks forward gracefully Slim_bankshot: an invisible wind blowing their long hair backwards lightly Slim_bankshot: They raise their arm high in the air suddenly, then bring it down slowly over the strings of their instrument Igfig: and the instrument gives off a lovely hum, rising into a whirl and then a glittering melody Igfig: "And so away the years she slept Igfig: While prince he vied for her emotion, each and every day, Igfig: showing such great devotion, that no other girl could sway Slim_bankshot: The notes carry across the crowed and several more heads turn Igfig: Our love it seems, shall never be Igfig: I truly miss her so" Igfig: wait shit Igfig: I think I just skipped a verse Slim_bankshot: Penalty? Igfig: uhhh Igfig: retcon Igfig: lemmeeecheck Igfig: k, should abeen Igfig: "So to the hill she took herself Igfig: And laid among the flowers Igfig: About herself, a veil of sleep Igfig: She wove with all her powers" Igfig: THERE Igfig: okay Igfig: 1d20+12 hard perform Fortuna: Igfig, hard perform: [10] = 22 Igfig: it is masterful as fuck Igfig: they've got a +1 persistent bonus now Igfig: also, SUCCESS Igfig: and then.. Igfig: NEXT Igfig: GO Brigsby: I rest a foot on the dragon's skull, close my eyes, and begin to softly sing Brigsby: "Another night on the road, another sold out show" Brigsby: "I'm so lonely, that I just want to explode" Brigsby: I direct the next verse at a pretty halfling girl in the crowd Brigsby: "and when the stage lights go down, after the last encore" Brigsby: "I hope you're waiting in the light, by my backstage door" Igfig: nicetastic Igfig: -1 persistent, +2 lyrics Brigsby: I repeat, and this time it builds up to a climax, where I go into the chorus, shooting lightning out over the crowd in shimmering arcs Igfig: WOoooo! Brigsby: "And I can't face the night alone, girl I need you here beside me" Brigsby: "And I won't waste another day without your woman ways to guide me" Brigsby: "so RIIIIIIDE MEEEEEE" Igfig: (you only need to sing one verse per check) Igfig: (but okay) Brigsby: Er, let's just say that's all one verse Igfig: ROLL IT UP Heronius: (he wrote a whole song, just let him go) Brigsby: What are my bonuses and such? Brigsby: +1? Igfig: yes, total Brigsby: ok Brigsby: 1d20+10 Fortuna: Brigsby, 1d20+10: [20] = 30 Brigsby: YES Slim_bankshot: Damn Igfig: oh man Igfig: not only was that kickass enough to remove your last persistent penalty there Igfig: but you have also unlocked the first piece of a WICKED COMBO MOVE Slim_bankshot: You rock incredibly. The lightning swirls around you creating a glowing effect and your hair stands on end briefly Slim_bankshot: The girl faints Wilco: the orgasm must have shut her down for processing Slim_bankshot: Also, the rest of the girls in the audience have to make a D20 pregnancy check Igfig: 20#1d20 Fortuna: Igfig, 20#1d20: [] = 20 Igfig: ahhh Igfig: that Igfig: s not supposed to happen Brigsby: should I roll it? Igfig: 2#1d6 Fortuna: Igfig, 2#1d6: [] = 2 Igfig: nah, it's just a bug I thought I fixed dreyrugr: 20#1d20 Fortuna: dreyrugr, 20#1d20: [] = 20 Wilco: 1d20 Fortuna: Wilco, 1d20: [9] = 9 Wilco: bam Lucas_Strongbow: 20d20 Fortuna: Lucas_Strongbow, 20d20: [3, 7, 16, 19, 6, 10, 6, 20, 4, 20, 5, 7, 8, 16, 2, 7, 9, 1, 20, 10] = 196 Igfig: well sure, if you wanna do it like that Brigsby: So 8 out of the 20 are pregnant Far-Walker: And three of them got SUPER pregnant Igfig: I was gonna make it natural 20s Igfig: but yes, I guess so Brigsby: So three got pregnant Igfig: something liek that Igfig: that is remarkable Igfig: okay Brigsby: three, eight, no one will ever know the difference Slim_bankshot: And 5 of the males have turned gay Igfig: NEXT Sark: Just before starting, I toss my drumsticks behind my back. I opt to, instead, play with the maces hanging from my belt. The tough dragon-skin covering takes a beating, but the maces give the drum beats a deep, resounding thump. While the drumming is not as swift as the last song, it is far more dramatic, reverberating throughout the bar. Igfig: uhhh Sark: Each time a symbol is crashed, it sounds not dissimilar to a great knight's plate mail being smashed in. The bass drum, while not as throbbing as before, still pumps out a mighty rhythm. This carries through the rest of the song. Igfig: well okay Brigsby: it's the other band's turn Sark: Sorry Igfig: you skipped the other guys' turn Sark: Jumped the gun Sark: FORGET THAT HAPPENED Igfig: okay Heronius: just cut and paste Igfig: slim, were you working on the next piece of the other guys? Sark: Can you delete that? Slim_bankshot: Oh crap. Igfig: sokay, I've got it then Slim_bankshot: In a word, no Igfig: The dulcimer starts up a riff Igfig: he's got two hammers in each hand Igfig: little hammers, minf you Igfig: but two Igfig: and he's dinging that board but good Igfig: but that's only a secondary check Igfig: 1d20+7 medium perform Fortuna: Igfig, medium perform: [12] = 19 Igfig: for another +1 persistent on those guys Igfig: total of +2 Igfig: and now the primary Igfig: harpist number one Igfig: borrows her friend's harp Igfig: playing /two harps at once/! Igfig: With her hand threaded through the one and around the next, looping here and there, dodging past the strings as they play Igfig: it shouldn't be possible, and yet it is Igfig: she isn't wearing shoes Igfig: being a filthy hippy Igfig: and so she gets her feet int here too somehow Igfig: and, well Igfig: 1d20+8+2+2 hard perform Fortuna: Igfig, hard perform: [1] = 13 Igfig: MOTHER FUCKER Brigsby: the strings of the harps cut all her limbs off Igfig: she misses, yeah Igfig: gets cut up a bit Igfig: and then falls over on her instrument Igfig: ONE FAILURE Igfig: PERSISTENT BONUSES ARE NEGATED Igfig: ALSO Igfig: Monchyld has now amassed TWO FAILURES Igfig: Which means CONSEQUENCES Igfig: okay, so Igfig: people start booing her Igfig: other people, bigger fans, try to silence them Igfig: a brawl breaks out over by the stage Igfig: their stage, I mean Igfig: the backup guys are up front, kicking people ruhing the stage Igfig: taking a -5 persistent penalty until they can make a check to fix it Igfig: daaaaamn Fingers: Igfig, I hate to ask this, but can you repeat what happened? Igfig: -5 penalty is to secondaries, that is Fingers: Mibbit crashed on me right as you said something about dulcimers Igfig: oh shit, that was awhile back Brigsby: Fingers, I'll post it in the OOC Igfig: uh, the dulcimers went Igfig: aight, good Igfig: uh Igfig: now it's your guys' turn Igfig: wow, that was eventful as fuck Sark: Just before starting, I toss my drumsticks behind my back. I opt to, instead, play with the maces hanging from my belt. The tough dragon-skin covering takes a beating, but the maces give the drum beats a deep, resounding thump. While the drumming is not as swift as the last song, it is far more dramatic, reverberating throughout the bar. Sark: Each time a symbol is crashed, it sounds not dissimilar to a great knight's plate mail being smashed in. The bass drum, while not as throbbing as before, still pumps out a mighty rhythm. This carries through the rest of the song. Igfig: Sure! Igfig: Lyrics? Sark: Do I need to sing? Igfig: don't have to I guess Igfig: that was good enough without Igfig: +2 bonus there Sark: Any penalties? Igfig: I don't think there are any persistent +/- right now on you Sark: Cool Igfig: so no Sark: 1d20+8 medium perform Fortuna: Sark, medium perform: [5] = 13 Thorn_the_Gnoll: Could I sneak in my secondary quick? Sark: ass Igfig: That is actually just enough for a medium check Igfig: SUCCESS Igfig: uh, by the way Igfig: I think I've lost track of who's gone so far Igfig: roll call of who's gone? Far-Walker: Me! Brigsby: Far, Brigs, and Sark Sark: I forgot the bonus, so technically I rolled a 15 Sark: But it doesn't really matter that much, I guess Igfig: okat Igfig: well, so now Igfig: Cliff shouts "Grimm!" Igfig: the shaggy troll stands up Igfig: grabs a club Igfig: and wades into the brawl Igfig: trying to break that shit up Igfig: 1d20+11-5 hard Athletics Fortuna: Igfig, hard Athletics: [19] = 25 Igfig: and wonder of wonders, he does! Igfig: nobody wants to fight the troll Igfig: the penalty is negated Igfig: the other harp lady takes her harp back Igfig: and gives its strings a rippling stroke Slim_bankshot: ignoring the quickly fading brawl, Slim_bankshot: She plucks the strings gently so a calm melody flows from them like a smooth river of sound, washing over the audience and capturing them in it;s current Slim_bankshot: As the notes fade, she opens her mouth and sings softly Igfig: And so away the years she slept Igfig: oops Igfig: "And so away the years she slept Igfig: While prince he vied for her emotion, each and every day, Igfig: showing such great devotion, that no other girl could sway Igfig: Our love it seems, shall never be Igfig: I truly miss her so Igfig: " Igfig: 1d20+8+2 Fortuna: Igfig, 1d20+8+2: [7] = 17 Igfig: god damn it Igfig: not a success, but not a failure either Slim_bankshot: Her voice, while not weak, was not strong enoough to hold the crowd Igfig: well, NEXT Slim_bankshot: While no longer fighting, they are not as enchanted by her vocals Thorn_the_Gnoll: Thorn yells from his position within the crowd up at the opposing band, wishing to take advantage of the prior mishaps. Thorn_the_Gnoll: "Get off the stage and take some music lessons you dirty hippies!" Thorn_the_Gnoll: 1d20+9 Fortuna: Thorn_the_Gnoll, 1d20+9: [13] = 22 Igfig: oooh Igfig: just a medium, I'd say Igfig: definitely successful, though! Igfig: -2 persistent penalty on those guys! Igfig: Now, who's the primary check here? Wilco: me Wilco: I pick up my keyboard and charge to the front of the stage, I then crouch down and back flip off the stage into the crowd while ripping away on my keyboard, I land doing the splits, and I use my defender aura to get the crowd on our side. Igfig: I'm not sure defender aura works like that exactly Igfig: but if it's like a halo of light, that's cool Wilco: yeah I wasn't too sure, I figured I would include it just in case Wilco: what are our current bonuses? Igfig: None, I thinl Wilco: dangit Wilco: okay Igfig: put in some lyrics for a +2 Wilco: er... I have no lyrics Wilco: crap Igfig: if you make a hard check, you can get some persistent bonuses Wilco: 1d20+6 Fortuna: Wilco, 1d20+6: [11] = 17 Igfig: uh Igfig: let me put it like this Igfig: by your description, that was a hard check Igfig: the DC for a hard check is 19 Wilco: dangit Igfig: are you sure you want to do without that +2 bonus? Wilco: OKAY GIMME A SEOCND Igfig: okay Wilco: Come close, listen to the story About a tale more awesome then the killing. The dragon gave his favorite troupe just to kill us. Wilco: Can't drum, can't thrash, can't sing worth a shit. But gather 'round, oh fans of mine, and I'll play you a bit Wilco: okay there Igfig: heheheh, those're fingers' lyrics Igfig: but that's okay Igfig: SUCCESS Heronius: Fingers writes all of the lyrics Fingers: ? Igfig: +1 persistent bonus! Igfig: Wooo! Igfig: okay, Monchyld turn Igfig: they have a -2 persistent penalty Slim_bankshot: the triangle player steps forward slowly yet with surprising grace for a being of that size. He lifts his triangle and gives it a subtle tap. The rusulting 'ding' carries with it a great power surely equal to his own. As the chime fades, he strikes again and again, in a quick, yet rhythmic pattern. dreyrugr: "Dinner bell!" Igfig: Is this a primary or secondary, Slim? Slim_bankshot: No idea, Igfig: is he singing? Slim_bankshot: Oh. No Igfig: and it doesn't sound like a solo per se Igfig: okay, it's a secondary Slim_bankshot: Then he can sing Igfig: uh, medium secondary I think Igfig: oh Igfig: ok Slim_bankshot: Shall I continue? Igfig: sure Slim_bankshot: The chimes, though subtle, are felt throughout the hall, not striking only the metal of his triangle, but the hearts and souls of the audience. Slim_bankshot: He pauses, then opens his mouth to sing Igfig: "Perhaps one day, she will find love, Igfig: and then she’ll maybe know, Slim_bankshot: His voice a strange, yet successful counterbalance to his triangle Igfig: the men who loved her Igfig: the men who lost, Igfig: she’ll see what they have seen Igfig: " Igfig: okay Igfig: 1d20+8+2-2 hard perform Fortuna: Igfig, hard perform: [20] = 28 Igfig: natural 20! YEAH Igfig: SUCCESS Slim_bankshot: As he lowers his triangle, Igfig: And negates all persistent penalty! Slim_bankshot: the crowd cheers Slim_bankshot: several women start crying tears of joy at the sweet melody the bore witness to this night Slim_bankshot: He bows quickly and steps back Igfig: you hear someone whisper, "Imagine what he could have done with a square!" Slim_bankshot: All hints of violence have faded from the crowd Igfig: NEXT dreyrugr: Alright dreyrugr: This is in parts dreyrugr: I'll say when I'm finished Igfig: ok dreyrugr: I could feel the power in my entire body. Charging forward I made an INCREDIBLE LEAP onto the chandelier. dreyrugr: Feeling the power surge up inside of me, I began to sing with FUCKING LIGHTNING. dreyrugr: "The stage was shaking in the dark. The band had stabbed a bunch of hearts. Smoke was filling dragon's eyes. The day the dragon died. The day the dragon died." dreyrugr: "Blood and beer hit the ground. Walls we couldn't move came crashing down. We were free and surfed alive. The day the dragon died. The day the dragon dieeeeeeeeeeeed." dreyrugr: By the sheer power of ROCK, the bands instruments took on an unearthly glow as they were amped up BY THE LIGHTNING. And as a final act, I let out an INCREDIBLE ROAR that breaks the chandeliers chain causing it to fall to the stage. dreyrugr: And as I landed, I stabbed my sword into the ground causing spikes to shoot up. dreyrugr: and that's it Igfig: wow dude Igfig: that rocks but good dreyrugr: Alright. So what bonus's do I have Igfig: Total bonus is +3, I believe. Igfig: for a hard check dreyrugr: 1d20+8 hard Fortuna: dreyrugr, hard: [3] = 11 dreyrugr: FUUUUUCK Igfig: oh god Igfig: wow Igfig: uh Igfig: wow dreyrugr: Shit. Fuck you fortuna Igfig: The incredible rockness overcomes you, and awakens your latent ROCK EPILEPSY CaptainBravo: Jesus CaptainBravo: Hah! Igfig: -1 persistent penalty Igfig: cumulative Igfig: each round, the penalty will increase by 1 Igfig: unless someone Igfig: /someone!/ Igfig: can cure your epileptic fits all over the stage Igfig: probably with a heal check Wilco: ig did the instruments get charged at least? Igfig: uh Igfig: hmm Igfig: this is hard decision CaptainBravo: Will the heal check pre-empt me from playing in the last round? Igfig: yes, it would CaptainBravo: I have combat medic, though Igfig: unless you could cure him as a minor action, I suppose Igfig: oh CaptainBravo: Which, under certain circumstances, allows me to make heal checks as a minor action Igfig: heheheheh Igfig: yes, then that might just work actually Igfig: clever, clever CaptainBravo: Badass, will I need to take any penalties? Igfig: nah, not unless the feat says you do. CaptainBravo: Nope CaptainBravo: 1d20+7 Fortuna: CaptainBravo, 1d20+7: [15] = 22 CaptainBravo: Thank you, Fortuna Igfig: and there you go. Healed. CaptainBravo: I blast my bandmate with pure unadulterated ROCK dreyrugr: Awesome Igfig: The -1 persistent penalty cancelled out the +1 you had before though Igfig: and so hands CaptainBravo: And dispel the demon of rock epilipsy back to the pits of hell from whence it came Igfig: that was pretty awesome, despite your bad roll dreyrugr: Thanks Igfig: so how bout you make that check again, but only for a medium DC dreyrugr: Ok dreyrugr: 1d20+3 Fortuna: dreyrugr, 1d20+3: [5] = 8 Heronius: this can only end in tears dreyrugr: UUUUUUUUUGH dreyrugr: FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK Igfig: your bonus is better than that dude Igfig: it was +8 CaptainBravo: Some days you rock the stage, and some days the stage rocks you dreyrugr: Oh Igfig: 5 + 8 is 13 Fortuna: Igfig, is 13: [] = 13 dreyrugr: Oh. That also helps Heronius: see 13 Igfig: yeah Igfig: so you do get the secondary benefit, at least Igfig: +1 persistent bonus comes back Igfig: well, that was eventful dreyrugr: Very Igfig: Monchyld turn! Igfig: I think it's time for a Pan-Flute and Tambourine Solo! Igfig: BOOM shaka BOOM shaka tweedle deedle deedle dee Igfig: BOOM shaka BOOM shaka tweeedle deeedle dee! Igfig: shakashakashakshakshakatweedleBOOMtweedleBOOM Igfig: BOOMTWEESHAKATWEEBOOMBOOMTWEEEET Igfig: those are the lyrics Igfig: one of them makes a secondary Igfig: 1d20+6+2 med secondary Fortuna: Igfig, med secondary: [7] = 15 Igfig: +2 to the other Igfig: 1d20+6+2+2 hard primary Fortuna: Igfig, hard primary: [4] = 14 Igfig: I should have seen that coming CaptainBravo: Ooh, the wheel of Fortuna turns Igfig: Yeah, they aren't that great. Igfig: And yet Igfig: Cliff Igfig: he's seeing how badly those guys are doing now Igfig: and he just starts buzzing around like a bee Igfig: talking in people's ears dreyrugr: "NOT THE BEEEEEEES" Igfig: figurative bee Heronius: drey has a condition Brigsby: that's the worst kind Igfig: "They're pretty good, aren't they? Way better than this, heh, /rock/." Heronius: I am going to burn him so much. Igfig: "New-fangled crap. Monchyld has this so in hand." Thorn_the_Gnoll: Since I'm in the crowd, can I stop him? Igfig: and so he seeks to turn the crowd's opinion