kipper
Level 3 Conjurer
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Post by kipper on Jul 5, 2012 12:38:58 GMT -6
^^^ What he said  |
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Post by Mushgnome on Jul 5, 2012 12:57:09 GMT -6
Good plan.
The dolm women are friendly (they view you as heroes for saving them from the snakes) and seem eager for stories of the outside world. Will you allow your troops to socialize with them, or order them to remain aloof?
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Post by ehiker133 on Jul 5, 2012 13:18:27 GMT -6
The others can direct those under them...
Shade and his Deep One underling stand vigilant watch over Andre the Gigantosaurus.
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Post by Mushgnome on Jul 5, 2012 18:50:46 GMT -6
The dolm women are fawning over the three Quarry Brothers who so bravely rescued their sister Flora from the snake's belly by shielding her from harm with their muscular green bodies. The boys have a rugged charm, friendships are made, and soon there is a conspiracy underfoot to build a bonfire tonight, invite some girls out from the village, and throw a party.
Fated can indicate the behavior of his 6 jale men in absentia. How do they conduct themselves around the ladies? What about Breath's crew?
Gunnery's troops are disciplined and ignore the distraction, their sights trained on the horizon. Minion's bone men kind of creep the girls out, so they maintain a respectful distance.
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Post by crusssdaddy on Jul 5, 2012 20:24:23 GMT -6
Fated's men are a bunch of seductive dandies. They like a good time, but style counts for points just as much as results. They are merciless cockblockers, among themselves and with outsiders.
[What is Fated after from the old chick? I'm on the road and haven't been able to keep up with all the threads.]
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Post by Mushgnome on Jul 5, 2012 20:35:07 GMT -6
Two of your dinosaurs--Andre the Gigantosaurus and Little Brother the Brontosaurus--have been struck down by titanocobra venom. Breath's creepy bone lady had a few suggested cures, but Fated is a man of action who can't be bothered with the details! The Crone has a reputation as an herbalist, healer, and spiritual leader; maybe she can help with some kind of antivenin or shamanic mumbo-jumbo?
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kipper
Level 3 Conjurer
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Post by kipper on Jul 6, 2012 23:20:14 GMT -6
Breath and her two henchwomen Fighters will be civil, but not overtalkative. The two Specialists are more open to general rumour and chatting.
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Post by Mushgnome on Jul 7, 2012 11:44:16 GMT -6
The dinosaurs form a defensive ring and the riders settle in to watch the horizon. The dolm women are amused by the competition between Fated's men and the Quarry Brothers for their affection.
(Wandering monster check...)
The party is STARTLED by an explosive BOOM immediately overhead! (Many d6's are rolled...) Minion jerks in alarm and drops his howdah pistol over the railing! The following henchmen drop their weapons too: 1 of Breath's fighters, 1 of Fated's men, 1 of Minion's men, and the one-handed Deep One.
A flying saucer materializes in the low atmosphere! It's trailing smoke and flame and spiraling out of control. Moments before it crashes into the bay and explodes into a floating inferno on the water, (1d12) 4 paratroopers leap free and drift down into the marshland to your west.
The dinosaurs panic and stampede! Thankfully, nobody is trampled, but it takes 2 rounds to bring them under control, during which time you lose your bead on the parachuting creatures and don't see exactly where they land; somewhere between your position and the water to the left...
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Post by Mushgnome on Jul 7, 2012 11:54:04 GMT -6
"O Crone of the Flower of Sublime Wisdom," greets Festive Dolm-woman, bowing to kiss her guru's feet. "This is the Man I told you of, who saved us from the giant snakes." The medicine woman is seated on a tatami mat inside her grass hut. Her home is completely bare and undecorated save for a cascade of quipus hanging from every beam and rafter. en.wikipedia.org/wiki/QuipuThe shriveled dolm matriarch looks up at Fated with her cataract-covered eyes, and her voice is a wise whisper directly into his mind: SPEAK, MAN |
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kipper
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Post by kipper on Jul 7, 2012 18:42:26 GMT -6
"Now that's something you don't see everyday!" Breath exclaims.
"We should send out a small party to see if they require assistance, or recover any loot, as the case may be. I shall take my Henchwomen with me, anyone else care to join us?"
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Post by ehiker133 on Jul 7, 2012 18:54:51 GMT -6
Shade will stay and make sure the camp is guarded.
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Post by Mushgnome on Jul 8, 2012 11:00:55 GMT -6
Breath can borrow some of Minion and/or Gunnery's men if she requires additional backup. Is she proceeding on foot or dino-back?
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kipper
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Post by kipper on Jul 8, 2012 15:57:04 GMT -6
She'll ride with her two Specialists on Junior, the two Fighters will walk alongside on foot. She won't take any of Minion or Gunnery's men.
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Post by Mushgnome on Jul 8, 2012 16:13:29 GMT -6
"Look at this." Gunnery invites Shade onto Big Daddy's back to peer through the radio cannon's telescopic sight.
The crash site is a floating slick of oil and debris. It burns with flames of ulfire, jale, and other colors not of this world.
Meanwhile about a mile west of camp, Breath spies the shredded remains of an enormous orange parachute hanging from a tree. The harness dangling from it is not designed for a paratrooper of human size, or even of humanoid shape! The grass under the tree is crushed, and there is a 5-10' wide trail leading west into the swampiest area of the marsh. The track is a continuous swath of flattened vegetation, as opposed to distinct prints as would be left by a creature with feet/paws. When the track encounters an obstacle such as a log or stone, it disappears and reappears on the other side, 10 or 20' feet beyond.
Will Breath follow the mysterious trail deeper into the marsh?
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Post by crusssdaddy on Jul 9, 2012 7:36:25 GMT -6
Fated: "Hail, Respected One. I will not call you "Crone," for such a word does disservice to the ample charms you deploy. I may call you "Gilf," a term among my people of great affection for a woman of uniquely long experience and robust vigor.
Fated thinks to himself, very loudly: "I hope she doesn't notice that I am smitten with her beauty."
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kipper
Level 3 Conjurer
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Post by kipper on Jul 9, 2012 14:57:17 GMT -6
Will Breath follow the mysterious trail deeper into the marsh? Upon sight of the inhuman trail, Breath prudently decides to turn about and head back to camp! |
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Post by Mushgnome on Jul 9, 2012 16:26:31 GMT -6
Fated makes his Charisma check, improving the Crone's attitude one category from Outraged to Unfriendly.
Many decades have our lands been safe from megafauna. Now the snake gods declare war! A terrible blight this man and his thunder-lizards have brought unto the Flower of Sublime Wisdom! Atone for this deed you must, else cure your beasts I will not.
Meanwhile Breath returns to camp to share her findings. The track through the marsh reminds her of the giant sea slug she fought on the Bagel; if this hypothesis is correct, then the creature is approximately 5 feet wide when stretched and 10 feet wide when contracted.
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Post by crusssdaddy on Jul 10, 2012 7:55:10 GMT -6
Fated: "Wise One, the snake gods have been sated. We sacrificed several men to their appetites -- they ate of two of our thunder-lizards. But we need your healing knowledge to continue our journey and draw them away from you. Surely your daughters can vouch for our bravery in defending them."
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Post by Mushgnome on Jul 11, 2012 6:56:11 GMT -6
The Dolm Crone sighs and remains silent for several awkward moments. She gropes around until her hands find a particularly ancient quipu. She runs her fingers lightly over its knotted strings and shakes her head.
She speaks again to Fated:
Perhaps there is a way... You must join the Ulfire Tribe with the Dolm Tribe and swear to protect the Flower of Sublime Wisdom as your own family. Festive has not known a man since her husband's... untimely demise. Take the vow, and I will grant your request as a gift on your wedding day.
Festive gasps and stammers, "M-m-my Crone! I cannot!" But when she lifts her head and meets Fated's gaze, he sees the hunger and longing in her eyes.
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Post by ehiker133 on Jul 11, 2012 8:16:25 GMT -6
OOC: Bwahahahahah... time to take one for the team, Fated!  ;D
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Post by crusssdaddy on Jul 11, 2012 13:01:34 GMT -6
OOC: Charisma-wise, what are we looking at for Festive? 16+?
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Post by Mushgnome on Jul 11, 2012 13:09:48 GMT -6
OOC: Charisma-wise, what are we looking at for Festive? 16+? Let's ask the dice.... 2x(3d6) = 15 if you're into marsh-dwelling hippie chicks, 10 if you're not.  |
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Post by Mushgnome on Jul 11, 2012 13:13:40 GMT -6
Meanwhile Breath returns to camp to share her findings. Along the way, she is passed by dozens of birds and small creatures, who seem to be moving away from the crash site in a frenzy...
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kipper
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Post by kipper on Jul 11, 2012 13:49:28 GMT -6
"We had best keep careful watch, the swamp dwellers don't like those things which crashed, and neither do I." Breath says.
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Post by crusssdaddy on Jul 11, 2012 20:59:16 GMT -6
Fated: *barfs inconspicuously into his mouth and then swallows it* "Oh, a double blessing! The healing we need and the... sturdily handsome love I desire. What fortune.
"Let us away to render service to the afflicted, then we shall return to plan the wedding. Festive, you should stay here -- I'll not risk my bride among the monsters that prowl these fens."
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Post by Mushgnome on Jul 12, 2012 6:23:43 GMT -6
Festive remains in the village to plan the wedding, and the Crone says "Lead the way..."
Afternoon is fading to evening when Fated returns to camp, riding on Snarf and closely followed by a grass hut walking on stilts!
[Would someone with more medical expertise than Fated like to take over negotiations with The Crone?]
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Post by crusssdaddy on Jul 12, 2012 6:50:56 GMT -6
Fated takes pains to keep his Ulfire dudes away from the Crone.
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Post by ehiker133 on Jul 12, 2012 7:17:59 GMT -6
[Would someone with more medical expertise than Fated like to take over negotiations with The Crone?] |
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Post by Mushgnome on Jul 12, 2012 7:19:24 GMT -6
Fated's men have a dolm woman on each arm; will he interrupt their flirtations and force them back to guard duty? (The Quarry Bros are standing nearby, looking for an opening.)
Meanwhile Shade senses the approach of a powerful psionic entity as the grass hut teeters into camp.
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Post by ehiker133 on Jul 12, 2012 7:56:15 GMT -6
Inwardly wincing from his last psionic interaction with the green gang leader, Shade does his best to shield his ability of telepathic communication from whoever is in the hut on stilts.
He busies himself with tending to Andre.
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;D