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« Reply #481 on: March 14, 2011, 06:09:53 AM » |
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« Reply #482 on: March 14, 2011, 06:35:51 AM » |
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The war-machine towered over the weakened Vrock. It paused, wondering how the scenario was going to play out, yet ready to put the hurt on the Vrock in about two seconds if combat were reengaged.
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« Reply #483 on: March 14, 2011, 07:37:10 AM » |
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A gygaxian dungeon is like the world's most messed up game show.
Behind door number one: INSTANT DEATH! Behind door number 2: A magic crown! Behind door number 3: 4d6 giant bees, and THREE HUNDRED POUNDS OF HONEY! They don't/haven't, was the point. 3.5 is as dead as people not liking nice tits.
Sometimes, their tits (3.5) get enhancements (houserules), but that doesn't mean people don't like nice tits.
Though sometimes, the surgeon (DM) botches them pretty bad...
Best metaphor I have seen in a long time. I give you much fu. Three Errata for the Mage-kings under the sky, Seven for the Barbarian-lords in their halls of stone, Nine for Mortal Monks doomed to die, One for the Wizard on his dark throne In the Land of Charop where the Shadows lie.
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« Reply #484 on: March 14, 2011, 07:38:13 AM » |
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Mael takes this opportunity to tiptoe away, testing the demon's goodwill in the process. [OOC]
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« Reply #485 on: March 14, 2011, 09:02:51 AM » |
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« Reply #486 on: March 14, 2011, 09:58:57 AM » |
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The other two Vrocks seemed to consider... and as they waited, those how had been stunned by the screech regathered their senses. But they killed the beasts... All of them. But....they have a goody-two-shoes cleric among them, over there in the hut. Let him revive the beasts, then we can see, the one who was not blinded said (publicly). Aye, a good idea, the blinded one agreed. It was still interesting to perceive the apparent unity in thought, whereas the heads kept mumbling to each other in different languages. [ooc] Vrock2's sense motive: 40, damn natural 20s.  Vrock1's sense motive: 24 Everyone listening please make a Sense Motive check, too: If you make a DC of 7 (duh), you find: If you make a DC 20 (hunch):
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« Reply #487 on: March 14, 2011, 10:04:09 AM » |
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Isul watched warily, ready to rip a spell off into the first demon to make a hostile move. He didn't quite trust the demons, no matter the change of heart the one had.
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A gygaxian dungeon is like the world's most messed up game show.
Behind door number one: INSTANT DEATH! Behind door number 2: A magic crown! Behind door number 3: 4d6 giant bees, and THREE HUNDRED POUNDS OF HONEY! They don't/haven't, was the point. 3.5 is as dead as people not liking nice tits.
Sometimes, their tits (3.5) get enhancements (houserules), but that doesn't mean people don't like nice tits.
Though sometimes, the surgeon (DM) botches them pretty bad...
Best metaphor I have seen in a long time. I give you much fu. Three Errata for the Mage-kings under the sky, Seven for the Barbarian-lords in their halls of stone, Nine for Mortal Monks doomed to die, One for the Wizard on his dark throne In the Land of Charop where the Shadows lie.
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« Reply #488 on: March 14, 2011, 10:21:57 AM » |
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" Anyone got a plan?" a friendly telepathic voice (Mael's, but they couldn't know likely, since it was the same one that had warned about the illusion) asked the party. " It seems like that vrock was right in saying that our weapon-wielding types are having trouble... I think I can handle that vrock but that leaves the other two. And the babaus. We can delay a while longer - for Torgthen to heal - but we should act before the other vrock regains his sight.
They want us dead.
Okay, how about this: Marc, can you grow and pin the hale one? He'll have to teleport out and back. Meanwhile we focus on the blind one..." [Private for BP] " What do you intend brother? Perhaps you are right and we can't let them go. Perhaps Mother wants them culled. You should protect our lesser kin as best you can without your sight while Brother and I crush the enemy." [OOC] The natural 20's not the main problem: the +20 modifier(!) is... Azur's Sense Motive 1d20+12=21I'm skipping the communication between Azur and Mael here... Also, I don't see how the demons can know whether the sendings are private or not? Anyway, this one is.
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« Reply #489 on: March 14, 2011, 11:03:58 AM » |
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We are now having an official Anime conversation - one that can happen between the bad guy launching the doomsday weapon which travels at hyperspeed towards the good guys, and the actual effect happening. There are also really no time constraints for such a conversation, and the main good guy can also have flashbacks and notice minor details in the split second.  No, really, I'm going to be loosely counting posts and determining the start of a new round now and then. [PRIVATE for Mael] I don't know about the private/public communication... well, I would assume they suspected it that he was talking publicly... It wouldn't make sense otherwise. I don't think there is anything in the rules. Perhaps it's intuitive, like loud and quiet talking. And the +20 mod is normal for a 14HD Vrock  . This was a delicate standoff, with everyone poised and ready. Cat was grateful for the respite - after his discovery that his claws were basically useless against the Vrocks there was nothing left for him to do but slink off behind the corpse again. Perhaps we should do what they say, instead? he thought towards his allies. I for one really can't touch them...The Vrocks were apparently still debating. The blind one inched towards the babbling Babaus. [PRIVATE for Mael]
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« Reply #490 on: March 14, 2011, 11:21:25 AM » |
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Torgthen was rightfully confused about the turn of events that had transpired, but certain things were starting to make sense, while others were not. "They see those such as these, as kin...but if such is the case, why would one try to defend us...Are we truly changing...Will it be to the likes of them, or perhaps the roving mobs...Are they connected..." With the apparent lack of effect from his martial skills vs. these demonic creatures, compounded by his thoughts, he took a slow pace to over by the tent, but kept his eyes on the lookout for betrayal.
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"You think I'm talking about breaking the rules?" "No I'm just trying to figure out how far you want them bent."
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« Reply #491 on: March 14, 2011, 12:08:27 PM » |
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« Reply #492 on: March 14, 2011, 12:25:18 PM » |
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The second Vrock seemed a bit confused. [PRIVATE for Mael] As Torgthen moved towards the hut, a mental sneer formed in everyone's head. It coincided with a particular grimace on the second Vrock's heads, so it was probable it came from the same. That's the spirit... now don't do anything stupid.
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« Reply #493 on: March 14, 2011, 12:46:24 PM » |
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His body on the verge of collapse, Daelric was very grateful for this surprising turn of events. He warily moved towards the hut as the demon had instructed, knowing that it could kill him in the blink of an eye if he angered it. [OOC:]
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« Reply #494 on: March 14, 2011, 12:52:08 PM » |
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« Reply #495 on: March 14, 2011, 12:56:20 PM » |
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OOC: Because I rolled a natural 1 on my INT check on knowledge (rules)  , edited
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« Reply #496 on: March 15, 2011, 07:16:24 AM » |
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" Let's not clump up too much or they will get us with their energy breaths" Mael warns. " Marc, ready to grab?" [OOC] [Private for BP]
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« Reply #497 on: March 15, 2011, 12:44:38 PM » |
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Doyle had been moving after Mael, but after the warning he angled off to the north. The Babau that had just breathed on Daelric suddenly stopped babbling. 'What the...?' it yelled in Abyssal and Draconic at the same time. Noting that no open combat was happening right now, it looked around quizzically. Are we killing them or what? it then thought publicly. It got no answer - at least none that was publicly noticable. [PRIVATE for Mael] The other Babau also suddenly stopped babbling, but instead of becoming coherent, shambled away from the group. As the MARC grew to Gargantuan size, the Vrock in front of it eyed it suspiciously and took a step back. Something so big was never good news. Oh no, you're not.... it thought publicly, with a threatening undertone. [PRIVATE for Mael] [ooc]
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« Reply #498 on: March 16, 2011, 07:29:27 PM » |
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Even deep in thought, Torgthen kept up his stoic stance and careful watch on the enemy.
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"You think I'm talking about breaking the rules?" "No I'm just trying to figure out how far you want them bent."
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« Reply #499 on: March 17, 2011, 07:17:29 AM » |
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Mael, confused at the utter lack of response from his companions, decided it was still time to try and act. Telepathy meant a botched attempt would cost him little. " Go!" he sent to them. [OOC] [Private for BP] The body of the "friendly" vrock goes rigid even as mayhem erupts on all sides. " Wha-?" he croaks mentally but he never even finishes the question.
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