The party wakes up to find that a thick, pearly mist has swept over their tavern. Infrequently, you hear can hear short, muffled screams which are quickly (and wetly) cut short, but you cannot see anything through the windows in your rooms.Going downstairs, you can see that the rest of the tavern's occupants are staring outside the large picture window in the front room as a raving man lays gibbering in the corner, blood coursing down his face from a gash in his forehead."Ss-Ss-Something... In th-the mi-mist... I-it... T-t-took John Lee..."The mist swirls sluggishly, and by concentrating you can make out very faint shadows moving around.Action?Pic related; it is your party. Amos, the Dwarf, Syrio, the Elf, and Morris, the Human. Roll 1d6 to determine your character.: 1-2 = Amos, 3-4 = Syrio, 5- 6 = Morris.
rolled 2 = 2Let's rock
>>8842337Looks like I'm the Dorf.
"Syrio, what does your elf eyes see?"
>>8842376Hey, you aren't me.
>>8842337You are Amos, the Dwarf. You're getting on in years, but your axe is well-worn from years of use in combat and your shield is made of stout, battle-tested iron.
>>8842395Okay then. I suppose I'll wait for other people to roll?
Get some help for the wounded man, get ready for anything that comes in the window.
>>8842376Syrio looks out through the picture window, squinting his eyes. He lets out his breath and curses with exasperation after a minute or so."Whatever that is, old friend, it is no ordinary mist. My eyes cannot fully pierce it, and what I see are merely vague impressions.Whatever the cause, this troubles me greatly."
>>8842425I can agree with this.
rolled 5 = 5rolling!
rolled 4 = 4Ok, let's go.
>>8842462Hey there, Morris.
rolled 3 = 3rollin
inb4 EXPIATION
Is this okay with you?
I start barricading the doors and windows using the furniture!
>>8842471>>8842486you, you, DOUBLE SYRIO
Syrio, I know ye can't see much, but does whatever's out there look... killable?
Everything's kill-able, my stout ale drinking and axe carrying totally not a stereotype companion! The real trick is, can it be killed before it kills you?
Addendum: If you would like to attempt an action, roll 1d20 and I shall interpret it.
Find out if there are any devout believers among the people.Kill them first. Or no! Send them on a volunteer mission into the mist.Religious people + crazy mist = DEATH AND MISERY!
rolled 7 = 7I squint my eyes and try to see anything in the mist.
Did anyone else who saw that movie think about the monster manual?
rolled 11 = 11>>8842573Barricading the windows and doors!(watch me roll poorly and smash the window out...)
>>8842558A trained Dwarf sech as meself has no time to git drunk on the job, friend. I'd wager all me fortune that I could kill whatever's hidin' in that mist.Should we see to the wounded man though, lads?
rolled 18 = 18HOP OUT THE WINDOW, ENGAGE OUR UNSEEN FOES
>>8842612I LIKE THE GALL O' THIS LADDIE!
rolled 19 = 19>>8842603Unless you want his head amputated i think i'll let someone else give it a go, although i may have a healing potion or two in my pouch...*fishes in pack*
>>8842588You look out through the picture window, squinting your eyes. Unfortunately, try as you might, your vision cannot fully pierce the mist, and what you see are merely vague impressions.You can tell only one thing from those brief glimpses; while some of them appear humanoid, many of the shadows most defininetely are NOT.
rolled 12 = 12I'll roll to check the crazy man's wounds.
rolled 19 = 19Rolling to bump thread
>>8842595You erect a shoddy barrier in front of the windows with the help of some of the Tavern's patrons. While most seem to be terrified, Jason, the owner of the Tavern, helps you stack chairs and tables in front of the windows.While the smaller windows are adequately covered, the larger picture window looks like anything determined to get in WILL get in, if it wants to.
rolled 1 = 1>>8842705Press X to JASON
rolled 5 = 5Amos, I can't see much trough the mist! But I can see we are facing non-humanoid things. Some kind of creatures are inside the tavern. Get your axe ready!And I draw my scimitars.
roll?roll 3d10
>>8842658You examine the man's forehead wound, which is bleeding sluggishly. The area around the wound is an ugly bruised purple, and he still seems to be gibbering, though he seems to have no other wounds other than the one on his forehead.
>>8842724Finally! S'been too long since my axe last tasted flesh, friend.
>>8842720
rolled 3 = 3Rolling to keep thread alive
>>8842815fuck.
rolled 19 = 19I ready my club-o-smashy and prepare to smashy anything that looks like it needs to be in a more horizontal configuration in order to promote the health and well being of myself and my comrades!
>>8842724Drawing your Scimitars, you whirl and face the terrified crowd, which is gathered near the far end of the bar.A scared-looking man steps forward, his hands held up placatingly"M-mi-mister, there ain't no need t'be pullin' steel in here; ain't none of us know what in Pelor's name is goin' on..."
>>8842834Well lad, it looks like us three crazies are best equipped to be a-killin' those things out there. So if ye don't want to end up as a stain on the walls, grab something hefty an' help us out here.
>>8842834You think whatever took your friend wants to come in for a cup of tea?
rolled 20 = 20>>8842834Sir! Whatever is out there won't catch us unprepared! We'll protect this tavern and the people inside from this thread.
>>8842864The man still looks scared, and cowers."N-now, ain't no reason ta think th'fort won't send help down if'n the town's under siege... They's ready for Orcs 'n Goblins, an' thats what I'm thinkin' is attackin'... So why not just hole up and let this whole thing blow over?"
>>8842908If this were an orc or goblin raid they'da smashed this little place ta bits an' been out by now. I'm willin' to wait until help arrives, but I sure as hell ain't gonna be unprepared fer them beasties out there.
>>8842908There lies the problem, good sir. I don't think the town is under attack... just us. If it were, don't you think there would be people screamin, buildings burnin, and the army scramblin to keep things in order? Either way, I'm not letting whatever's out THERE get to US, not without a fight.
rolled 6 = 6>>8842908Holing up is a good idea. Please escort the patrons to the safest place in your tavern while we assess this threat.
>>8842907Jason, the Tavern Owner, reaches under the counter and pulls out a hefty flail."I was part've the local milita, afore the'mpire showed up around these parts and set up th'fort. I think I can help, or at least help y'all through the town. I've lived here my whole life, so I knows where everythin' is."You have gained Jason, The Tavern Owner, as a Cohort.
>>8843021Ahh, good to see someone 'round here has some guts! Say, where'd Morris run off to?
rolled 10 = 10>>8842907>Diplomacy Natural 20. We have an army of peasants now? :)Orks or goblins? Unless they've all learned how to fart fog as a evolutionary adaptation in response to countless generations of being hunted for experien...err...for the bounty on their ears, than it's not orks or goblins! This stinks. It stinks of wizard! A wizard that would better serve the harmonious balance of the world by being in a much flatter and smashed position then they currently are!(roll to i dont know what your call OP)
>>8843071Bah, magic. I can respect wizards, but there's nothin' magic can do that a well-armed soldier couldn't.
rolled 14 = 14Lets rustle up some torches, down a belt of courage for luck, and head out the door weapons at the ready!We'll show this stinking wizard fog what happens when it becomes an inconvenience to the normal working of your average local town and or village!(rolling to get this party started)
So should we sit here an' wait fer help? Or will Jason lead us out to the fort while these people wait here?
>>8843071A woman steps away from the crowd and speaks to the party."You are correct in knowing that this is no ordinary mist, Dwarf; I can feel it in my bones. No, this is the END OF DAYS, and the Chained God has come to walk amongst us again...No, we must stay here, and keep our heads down, if we wish to survive. We cannot draw forth the wrath of the Chained God's servants who lie in wait in the mist..."A soft murmur goes through the crowd before Jason speaks up."Ah, blow it out your ass, y'old hag. Ain't nothin' but beasties out in that fog. No Chained God is gonna come down t'our little town jus' to spread a little mayhem."The women, looking flustered, backs down, but glares daggers at the group.
Oh, good we were running low on quests today. I think we are down to only 1-2.
rolled 11 = 11>>8843246>I roll for a religion check, who is this chained god the woman is talking about?
>>8842327i shoot my son in the head and the stupid movie's over
>>8843246God's servants or not, they'll die to my axe like the hundreds of monsters that I've faced before them.
rolled 16 = 16>comparing a quick D&D campaign with a quest thread
>>8843279The Chained God is the counterpart of Pelor, God of the Sun, and it is said that he is destined to forever be trapped beneath the earth unless the hubris of the Races of the Light (inhabitants of the planet) causes Pelor to turn his face away from the fate of those on the Earth. Modern magical scholars have interpreted this to mean an Eclipse, though certain cults still maintain the belief that the Chained God and Pelor are actual beings that may affect the world in ways we cannot fathom.
rolled 2 = 2Chained god? Bah, religion. There are only three things that you need in the world. A properly balanced club, the company of good friends, and the chance to be smashing what needs smashing. And you lady, are starting to sound like something that needs smashing. Roll for Intimidation.
>>8843376So Pelor has a stick up his arse, an' now we're fightin' some minions of his dark side? Well what a lovely mess we've gotten ourselves into.
>>8843398Friend, yer wrists are too limp an' yer belleh's gotten too round fer you to be intimidatin' that lass.
Doh!
>Amos looks at the ceiling and beseeches some unknown power for guidance in this quest
>>8843398The lady stares at you, emboldened, and steps forward, though she only comes up to your chest."YOU will be taken by the Chained God's servants, if you go out into that mist. The hubris of the races of light has made Pelor turn away, and such unseemly PRIDE is EXACTLY why we are in this mess!"The woman turns her back on you, and yells at the crowd while pointing at the party and Jason."WILL YOU LET THEM BRING DOWN THE WRATH OF THE SERVANTS ON US? WILL WE LET THEIR PULING TONGUES AND PRIDEFUL, SINFUL ACTIONS CALL DOWN THE FINAL WRATH ON OUR HEADS?"The crowd murmurs, looking amongst each other. The woman turns around, staring at the group defiantly.
rolled 6 = 6>>8843510I've had just about enough o' yer mouth, lass. Maybe ye should step down an' shut yer trap before yer head makes an unfortunate departure from yer shoulders!roll for intimidation.
>>8843551Oh balls.
>Morris tries not to look like as big of a overweight braggard than he appears to be now in the eyes of everyone.Fine mess this is in here. Instead of waiting for the garrison to come to us, if they even know that they need to come to us, why dont we make for the fort?(mutters under breath)..and leave the crazies behind when we do..
*aside, to the party and Jason*Friends, I'd say we have a good chance if we hole up in the upstairs or the basement. I doubt these peasants are a match for us if it comes to blows.
>>8843551Err, okay. Maybe we're all gettin' a bit hasty here. I'm willin' ta play by yer rules, lass, for now. But if it comes down to it, don't think I won't split ya in two.
>>8843551The woman stares at you in turn, her eyes blazing with wrath, and possibly a hint of hysteria."And YOU. The doctrine of Pelor says we must honor you as a Race of the Light, but I KNOW what you... PEOPLE are. You come from beneath, from the realm of the Chained God, and it is YOU who have helped bring the fall!"The woman steps back towards the crowd, raising her hands."There is only one thing left for us to do, people. Oh yes, Mother Janis knows EXACTLY what to do..."Janis looks back over her shoulder."It is THESE people who have brought this down on us... These PEOPLE who have brought this down upon us. They mock the gods, our humility, our piousness, and they expect us to BEND TO THEIR WILL!They must be CAST OUT, and left to the mercy of the Chained God, if we wish to survive!"The crowd murmurs again angrily, and now seems to be moving forward.
rolled 14 = 14>>8843568(whisper) I see your bellah's as big as mine, old friend. (Out Loud) Yea? We'll i aint sitting here hunkering down and hiding behind momma apron like you lot seem to be (pointing at the crazy lady), i'm going out and i'm getting the garrison at the fort, an i'll even bring 'em back here to save all of your hides because NO ONE deserves to be cooped up in the same place as THAT NUT (point to lady again) for too long!(rolling to gather torches for expedition outside!)
>>8843674Oh, I see, old mother holds a grudge against the Dwarves, eh? You people can't hold yer own against us, so how about we just calm down?
(now all we need is the elf to give it a try and then we can complete are trifecta of fail)
rolled 16 = 16>>8843674FUCK THIS, I'M TURNING THIS STEPHEN KING NOVEL THE FUCK AROUND!"Lady, YOU- and YOUR GOD, can SHOVE IT. Fall in MEN, we're outta here! I'm not gonna waste anymore time here listening to your blithering, If you and your aint gonna do nothin bout these servants of some mumbo jumbo god, THEN WE WILL!"
Syrio where the hell have you gone to?
>>8843797This lad's got more charisma then us, eh Morris? Have at em, lad!
>>8843675Janis scoffs, and glares maliciously at you."Go ahead. Collect your little 'torches'. They will not help much when the dark servants come for you.">>8843716Janis looks down her nose at you with a withering stare."Just leave us be, DWARF, and GO. We'll not stop you, but we'll not be letting you in if the crawling beasties outside decide they're feeling a bit hungry."
>>8843797>implying he isn't Ollie, the guy who finally put Carmody in her place.I think we ALL know what happened to Ollie...
"Oh gods... I.... I wanna go with them!"
>>8843797(i nominate this guy to play the barkeep)Now were talking! How quickly can we reach the fort in this fog?
rolled 7 = 7>>8843836ROLLING TO FLIP THE BIRD POWERED BY ALL THE HATE AND STRIFE OF MY ANCESTORS
>>8843836An' what if I just sat here and drew them monsters in? What would you do then, mother? You yellow peasants need us adventurers, we're the only ones capable o' holdin' our own against them.
>>8843866You can carry the torch, walk point, and take the first cat attack!
rolled 15 = 15>>8843877I forgot, I don't have that many ancestors. Except for mah great great great granpappy BOB, he was killed on floor three of the dungeon by an ooze.
If this lady keeps slinging shit I'm gonna roll to behead her.
>>8843897"Yay! I can be useful... Wait... I don't like cats... How about I just carry the torch?"
rolled 2 = 2>>8843961Sry OP, I cum on cat it hiss at commoner
So what now
>>8844017Ha! You miss. I think. What's the cat's AC?
rolled 1 = 1>>8844017My ancestors were also known for horrible horrible erectile dysfunction. ;_;
>>8844089"Wow... I'm sorry to hear that. You need a hug?"Oh god, I need that Trap Rogue Trap Finding pic where he's all like "We have to get naked and hug each other to disarm the trap!"
rolled 13 = 13Fuck it. I smash the loud mouthed bitch over the head with my club, and will eat what leaks out.
>Amos once again beseeches an omnipotent presence known as the "OP" for guidance
>>8843797(my apologies. 4chan ate my post.)Janis begins fuming, her face growing livid with an ugly shade of purple. She screeches at you, her words nearly unintelligible."YOUR GROUP WON'T MAKE IT PAST THE STREET, LET ALONE THROUGH THE TOWN. YOU'LL ALL DIE, HEATHENS!"Janis then storms off, rejoining the unruly crowd near the back of the tavern.Another man steps forward, hefting an axe as he adjusts the leather over his stomach."M'names Lorn. I'll go with yous, if'n it means we kin get to th'fort an' get help. Asides, m'wife an' little'un are at home; I gots ta check up on 'em."You have gained Lorn, the Townsman, as a Cohort.
>>8844153Ah, I don't get an intro. Boohoo. :P
>>8844153Good to see someone else around here isn't a lunatic like the old bitch in the corner.
>>8844153>wife and little one>The Mist...This will not end well.
rolled 11 = 11>>8844153Welcome aboard!ROLLING TO KICK DOWN DOOR AND DRIVE MY FIST THROUGH THE FIRST MOTHERFUCKER DUMB ENOUGH TO POKE IT'S HEAD OUT OF THE MIST
>>8844198No.No it won't.I still have the Torch!
>>8844202A question: will you be playing as Lorn, the Townsman, or Jason, the Tavern Owner?
>>8844198All roads lead toOHGODITBURNSSHITFUCKKILLMEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH
rolled 6 = 6>>8844231Rolling for it:1-3 = Lorn4-6 = JASOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOON
>>8844306Roll 6 to Jason
>>8844306Jason it is.
>>8844325But I don't wanna be Lorn, what with the funky speech impediment.
rolled 8 = 8Re-rolling to bust open door and punch things.Short term goal: Get to fort and get helpLong term goal: Buy a pullhoon
>>8844306>>8844202You kick the door open, though the bang as it hits the wall is muted by the dense, cloying mist.Tendrils of mist begin seeping inside as you stare out the door, the roiling fog betraying nothing sinister. That is, it WOULDN'T be betraying anything if you hadn't heard those screams a while ago. You are alert for any movement in the mist.
>>8844380Holds Torch aloft, and strides forth into the mist.
>>8844380I respect the courage, lad, but was that really the best idea?!
>>8844380We stay together, also close the door behind us. If anyone's beating that hag senseless, it's me.
rolled 16 = 16Quick, let's get outside and close the door to impede more of this mist to come inside the tavern.
>>8844466>>8844465This!
rolled 6 = 6I run into the mists never to be seen again! (unless someone else wants to be morris) (gotta run folks, sorry!)
Rolling to resist the mis-ZALGO IFEELTHEMISTOVERTAKINGMEITISAGOODPAIN ANOWNFKNDFOIHITKFGJL:KDFGLKFLKGLFjg
>>8844466>>8844465Well lads, YA HAVE MY AXE!
>>8844577"Wait! Where are you.... Going?"Later space cowboy.
rolled 18 = 18>>8844578whoops forgot my roll
>>8844614Take over his role. Let Lorn be an npc
>>8844466>>8844465The group moves out, maintaining a loose circle and standing back to back. Looking back at the tavern, you can faintly see faces at the picture window through the barricade, though they are indistinct and eventually fade altogether as you move away from the Tavern.Lorn speaks quietly, keeping his voice down to avoid drawing attention from whatever may be lurking in the mist. "Th'forts up the street here t'the main road, then a straight shot through town. M'home's on the way, if'n y'all doan mind goin' wif m-"Lorn quiets down immediately as a faint screech floats towards the group through the mist. It sounds vaguely human, but it is thicker, wetter, and more... gurgly.
rolled 10 = 10>>8844661Rolling for initiative
rolled 1 = 1>>8844661initiative
rolled 7 = 7>>8844692Rolling to save Amos from being killed from god knows what
rolled 2 = 2>>8844624Level 0 Commoner evolves into Morris, Human Adventurer!Also, Initiative!
rolled 19 = 19>>8844717OH GOD, ROLLING TO SAVE MY NEW COMRADES JESUS FUCK
>>8844737lol It's cool bro. You've never rolled Initiative? It just determines turn order, dudebro.
>>8844774I know that, BUT I'M NOT FUCKING DYING ALONE OUT HERE! YOU BETTER STAY ALIVE DAMNIT.
rolled 2 = 2I continue screaming in terror as the disgusting thin pink things approach me.
Be on guard, boys... I got a bad feelin' bout this. Lorn, take us to yer house, mate.
>>8844810You, FUCK YOU. Come closer jackass, I DARE you.
rolled 2 = 2>>8844844I reel away from the shouting creature, diving beneath the cover of a parked cart.Do I understand the language it speaks?
>>8844737Through>>8844680As the screech continues to echo, Amos and Morris feel a tightening around their ankles before they are suddenly knocked flat on their backs. It is hard to see what has grabbed hold of them, but it appears to be some kind of tentacle. As Jason yells and smashes at the tentacles, an apparition appears behind you two, who is apparently the owner of the tentacles Jason is unceremoniously beating with his flail. Jason manages to free Morris, but before he can smash the tentacle holding Amos, the Dwarf feels an agonizing pain in his leg. Looking down, he can see that one of the tentacles has suction cups, and the cups appear to have sprouted sharp, serrated teeth.
rolled 6 = 6>>8844875>>8844875Roll to slash it with my axe!Help me, boys!
>>8844774You forget: initiative can also determine SURPRISE ROUNDS.
rolled 18 = 18I yell "Keep those horrible things away from me"To my tentacled companion, continuing to stay safe under the cart.
rolled 7 = 7>>8844875KILL IT, KILL IT WITH FLAIL!
rolled 13 = 13>>8844875I roll attack to try and cut the tentacles holding Amos.
rolled 17 = 17>>8844875>>8844915TWO OF THEM?! GOD DAMN IT.ROLLING FOR WHIRLWIND OF RAGE
rolled 17 = 17>>8844976"Stay away you horrible limbed monster!"What defense abilities do I have?
>>8844891You yell and hit the tentacle with your axe, but it is ineffectual and only causes it to tighten. With growing horror, you realize that more tentacles are coming out of the mist, and not all of them look like they belong to the creature before you.>>8844920You swing at the creature with your flail, but it weaves out of the way, again uttering an unearthly screech.Syrio stands off to the side, apparently frozen in terror as one of the tentacles moves inexorably towards him.Would you like to roll for Lorn, or shall I?
rolled 16 = 16>>8845008Eh you roll for im.Meanwhile:ALRIGHT EVERYONE ROLL WITH ME FOR COMBINATION ATTACK!
rolled 16 = 16Don't stop swinging! Sever the one around me damned leg!
>>8845035Forgot my picture
rolled 2 = 2>>8844968Snapping out of your daze, you quickly move away and slash at the tentacles grabbing Amos' leg. You manage to sever one of the tentacles, though there is still another secured around the Dwarf's left ankle.
rolled 16 = 16>>8845035Combo attack with my Mace thing...
rolled 10 = 10"Oh god... They're... They're cutting his tentacles off... What kind of monster DOES that?"
>>8845035>>8845063>>8845096TRIPLE SIXTEENS, LET'S FUCK THESE BASTARDS UP!
>>8845088Lorn yells and swings his axe at the tentacled beast, but his attack goes wide and he is left off-balance and nearly keels over. >>8845063>>8845035Both of you attack the tentacles around Amos' leg and manage to drive them off, though the severed end of one is still stubbornly stuck on Amos' leg. Amos also feels a numbness where the fanged tentacle took a disk of flesh from his leg.
Get em, mates!
>>8845168Feck, these things hurt! I... I don't know how well I can walk, mates. I can still swing me axe though!
rolled 4 = 4I rush over to the injured mist beast to ensure he is alright and possibly console him.
rolled 10 = 10>>8845217THE OTHER ONE HAS APPEARED, GET HIM!
rolled 1 = 1>>8845240"OH SHIT"I skid to a halt and begin back pedalling, my six unsymmetrical five jointed spider-like legs flail wildly as I attempt to flee the horrible flesh creature.
>>8845240>>8845217With a high, whining murmur, another creature appears out of the mist and advances on the group, apparently drawn by the scent of blood. It moves with an unnatural speed and closes the distance quickly, though Jason still manages to give the creature a glancing blow on its arm as it passes him.
rolled 2 = 2>>8845200I attempt to cast Cure Critical Wounds, if I have it.If not, I use my Wand of Vigor."Come on, pull yourself together... We got this."
rolled 4 = 4>>8845295Fuck, that hurt!Roll to wrench the tool the thing hit me with from its pink grip.
rolled 4 = 4>>8845295Knock the fast one into the big ugly one!
rolled 20 = 20>>8845295Oh Ye Gods. What IS that?
rolled 19 = 19>>8845295Have at ye, ye big piece o' shite!
(I shall return in a few minutes to resolve actions, as I've gotta go take care of something. In the meantime, feel free to discuss the game. Chips and dip are on the side table.)
rolled 4 = 4>>8845297>>8845322>>8845326The battle has gone on too long, combatants on both sides are exhausted. What do we do guys?
rolled 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1 = 20>>8845356Rolling for Tastiness. Mmhmm. That's a critical success, right there.
rolled 17 = 17>>8845358>Hilariously low rolls are hilariously low and also fairly conistent on my part.
Well guys, thanks to my shit roles and our poor roleplay,we're in a bit of a sticky situation. Looks like I got a good hit on the big ugly though.Where do we go from here?
>>8845394I'd really appreciate you not smacking me with any of those things you're holding.
>>8845406Join us, noble mist monster. Sing us the song of your people.
rolled 16 = 16>>8845406>>8845447Can love bloom on the battlefield
>>8845447I consider my options. These creatures appear formidable, and it may be safer to side with them."Very well."I sit on my haunches and recite a lullaby from my youth.I open my maw and loose a series of sounds akin to a bucket of spaghetti being whisked.
>>8845474Maybe it can...
rolled 13 = 13>>8845474There's a good chance, it seems.I'm shipping Tavern Owner and Mist Monster in my fanfic, just so you guys know, mmkay?
>>8845482So where do we go from here?
"Why Amos, you have such a full and proud beard..."
>>8845482
rolled 9 = 9>>8845522Towards the Fort, I presume. Where's that poncy Elf, anyways? Where has he ponced off to now?
rolled 5 = 5>>8845554I'm right here. Let's keep moving.
(And I'm back. Unfortunately, the whole creature/adventurer bonding was an illusion brought on by strain and the mist, and posts beyond >>8845356 don't count for purposes of action resolution :< )>>8845337>>8845326Both of you swing your weapons at the new creature in fear. Morris' mace takes the creature full-on and takes off its head in a gorey burst, while Amos' axe chop through the beast's legs as it topples down.The first tentacled creature appears to be withdrawing, its severed tentacles leaving a trail of black ichor.Lorn, panting, wipes his brow before speaking again."So... Where's we goin' from here? Doan think we'll be alone much longer, judgin' from what we've seen just outta tha door..."
rolled 18 = 18>>8845597"Alright."I found us some background music.http://images.4chan.org/f/src/i_see_no_hope.swf
rolled 20 = 20>>8845694"Yer mate and children are in danger. We should get to them quickly. Cut only the ones that matter and run, I say."
>>8845694Oh boo. Anyway:Well argh... I need someone to help me walk. Let's get goin' to Lorn's house, an' fast. I ain't gonna bleed out ten feet out of the gate.
rolled 5 = 5>>8845762"Where's that Torch Bearer? He'll help you!"Level 0 Commoner assists....?
rolled 3 = 3>>8845694LETS ROCK
>>8845721>>8845762Lorn nods, looking relieved, and points with his axe down the street. "We'll be 'eadin' down thataway then, mates. Le's go 'afore more of'em beasties show up, yeah?"
>>8845866Aye, I can drink to that. God, listen te me... I ain't had a drenk in o'er twenty-seven years. Been too busy fightin' monsters and tryin' te be the spittin' image of a proper warrior.
inb4http://www.airraidsirens.com/mp3/airraidattacksignal.mp3
rolled 11 = 11I'll roll to grit my teeth and hang in despite my wounds.
>>8845882"As soon as this... Whatever this is is over, we'll all go and get staggering drunk. Deal?"
>>8845914Sounds like the best idea any o' us idiots have had in quite a while.
rolled 2 = 2>>8845882>>8845914>>8845943Drinks are on me, if that hag and her cronies haven't emptied the whole stock by the time we get back.
>>8845943"I dunno. Leaving that tavern with the crazy lady didn't seem like so bad an idea... At the time, at least."
>>8845882As the group heads down the street and turns onto the main road, a faint, bobbing light can be seen up ahead, along with a faint voice."...illie? Millie, where are you? Come back to mama, Millie... Millie?"Lorn looks thunderstruck."Tha's... Tha's Lila!"Lorn hefts his axe and begins running towards the bobbing light."I'ma comin', Lila! We'll find Millie tagethar!"
rolled 19 = 19>>8845999I'd hate te think it's a trap or a trick o' this mist...Roll for perception
rolled 5 = 5>>8845999Back up lorn, we gotta move quickly.
>>8845999FFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFRULE 1: NEVER ASSUME
rolled 12 = 12>>8845999"Don't run too far ahead. If you're drawn away from the group you may be lost forever!"Also rollan perception.
rolled 14 = 14>>8845999Lorecheck: TONBERRY
>>8846033Looking at the bobbing light, you can faintly see the outline of a human, which isn't too suspicious.However, you detect a strange note in the voice, as if the speaker was underwater...>>8846044Cursing roundly at Lorn for breaking rank, you attempt to catch up to the running Townsman but are still lagging behind.
rolled 13 = 13>>8846095Lorn! Lorn it ain't yer wife! Wait fer us!Roll for persuasion
rolled 14 = 14>>8846095"Lorn, hold up!"I give chase to try and catch Lorn, but stay within sight of the group.
rolled 1 = 1>>8846095Athletics check to keep up with Lorn
rolled 12 = 12I run towards Lorn, the group be damned.
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rolled 2 = 2>>8846134blast it, that last battle took everything outta me. BUT I GOTTA PUSH FORWARD!
>>8846102Upon hearing this, I gather my strength and scream with all my might."IT'S A TRAP!"
>>8846134Bit too fat to keep up there, Jason
>>8846066You haven't the foggiest idea what a Tonberry is, though it sounds like a type of wine.>>8846051As the group rushes forward to back up Lorn, you begin noticing features about "Lila". Features which are decidedly unnatural. Lorn, however, in his blind rush, does not notice that his wife may have been changed by the mist.You call out to Lorn, but he does not pay you any heed as he continues to surge forward.
rolled 1 = 1>>8846164I knew somethin' was wrong with the bitch!I take a hefty swing at the beast.
>>8846186...Fuck
>>8846164>>8846164>>8846164"What IS that? Quick! Syrio, SHOOT IT!"
>>8846146OH GOD ITS ANOTHER MIST CREATUREOH, AND LORN'S WIFE LLOOKS HOT
rolled 9 = 9>>8846164I call upon my Patron Saint Babe Ruth and swing away, pointing to the far outfield.
>>8846216She could probably suck a mean dick with a mouth like that.
>>8846288......... Or like, an entire Tavern worth of dicks..... Let's point her back where we came from...
So it looks like my axe swing failed.
>>8846361Same with my Mace swing.
rolled 6 = 6>>8846164EMERGENCY FLAIL ATTACK
>>8846404We're less adventurers and more guys who fail so badly the mobs are rendered helpless as they can't breath because they're laughing too hard.
rolled 5 = 5Attacking.
>>8846423>>8846361>>8846404>>8846372Yeah we might as well just stick to "reasoning" with the monsters
>>8846445And that's that. Lorn is deaders. Way to go guys. You can't even babysit one DMNPC.
rolled 13 = 13>>8846462Well fuck it, we're still in this! What's happening to Lorn currently? If his wife is too busy eating him to notice us, I'll swing again.
(May your luck change, o unfortunate ones.)
rolled 20 = 20>>8846186>>8846266>>8846404>>8846445>>8846459>>8846462Rolling to KILL EVERYTHING
>>8846510EVEN THE REST OF US?!
>>8846510CRITICAL SUCCESS!?!
>>8846445Through>>8846186Though you gave your best efforts, Lorn rushes heedlessly to his doom and embraces his 'wife'. "Oh, Lila, ye dinnae know how worried I was... Now, wha's this abou' Millie bein' goAAAAAAAAAHGODSWHATINTHENINEHELLSAREYOUDOINGWOMAN"As you watch in horror, Lila's mouth unhinges and seems to encompass Lorn's entire arm before it rips it away. Lorn screams and beats ineffectually at the creature with the axe in his other hand, but it does little but glance off of the beast's hide.
rolled 8 = 8>>8846510It's lonely all alone here. No friends, no enemies. I didn't want to die alone, who would've thought I'd be the one to do it. I guess /thread
>>8846510Nat 20, FUCK YEAR
rolled 9 = 9>>8846544Rolling to kill myself now that I'm alone.
>>8846510Rushing forward, you swing your flail at the head of the Lila and manage to penetrate its hide, though your Flail has become lodged in its skull.The creature slumps, now dead, and falls on top of Lorn, who is quickly bleeding out and still screaming hoarsely at the beast who resembled his wife.
>>8846567Ya dern fool! Ye killed everything, but yerself?!
>>8846586Should we... help him? Or put him out of his misery?
rolled 20 = 20>>8846567EVEN FATE DENIES ME DEATHI HAVE NO DICE, AND I MUST SCREAM
rolled 14 = 14>>8846537Got yer shit reversed there, dudebro.Still. "STRIKE IT DOWN!"Rollan Mace Swing.
rolled 9 = 9>>8846607
rolled 1 = 1>>8846617NEVERMIND!I perform a Heal Check on Lorn to stabilize him! Or I dunno, do something...
OP, I get the feeling this would have been much better if our rolls weren't so shitty.
>>8846631You attempt to stabilize Lorn, but it appears he is too far gone to do much but rave and bleed out.Slowly, agonizingly, the brave townsman dies, beating weakly at the corpse of his "wife" that lays on top of him.
>>8846653Just slightly. Fucking dicebot.
>>8846653Its alright. Amos, Syrio, and Morris might be back in another Movie to RPG adaptation soon if y'all die. Probably not today, though.
>>8846664I coup de grace the poor bastard. At least let his death he swift."Damnit. FUUKEN DAMNIT! What's the point!? WHAT'S THE FUUKEN POINT?!"
>>8846693This is only the second time I've participated in a quest thread, but I do enjoy them greatly. Thank you for giving me something interesting to do this evening.Anyway:Let's get goan, lads. I... ugh me feckin' leg is gettin' to me. Where the feck is the fort, Jason?
>>8846708You slit Lorn's throat, ending his pained mewling. A flicker of recognition passes through his eyes before they dim and the Townsman slips into death.>>8846741The Fort is up the main street, in the direction the group headed when Lorn ran headlong to his doom.
rolled 17 = 17Why aren't you fending off the monster that ate Lorn?I strike it down!
>>8846843>in the direction the group headed when Lorn ran headlong to his doom.Thats a bit... ominous, to say the least.
>>8846864Is the mist goan to yer head, lad? She's dead! Keep yer dern head on straight. Bah, any o' you boys got a strong drenk on ye? I could... use one right about now.
>>8846864The monster that slew Lorn was already killed by Jason, the Tavern Owner. You slash at the felled beast with a bitter rage, angered at the loss of a brave man.
"The only course left is to head to the fort, gather the milita, and rescue the survivors at the tavern.""Let's move out."Heads towards the fort!
Amos might just become a raving drunk by the time this mindfuck is over.
>>8847025We all would. We all would.
rolled 17 = 17I cannot endure the mist, I must destroy it, all of it. I yank my flail out of the beast's head and I run full speed into the mist. I don't care what I encounter, I don't care if I come back alive. I just need to kill something.
>>8847071"h-HEY! What are you doing!?"I give chase!!
rolled 13 = 13>>8847071Don't pull the same stupid mistake Lorn did, mate!Roll to convince him to not get killed.
rolled 14 = 14>>8847097>>8847123NO, I'M NOT LETTING THOSE DAMN THINGS GET TO ME! I WILL NOT GIVE THEM THE TIME TO TAKE THE SHAPE OF THE PEOPLE I KNOW AND LOVE, I'M JUST GOING TO KILL THEM ALL! THAT'S THE ONLY WAY I CAN BE SURE, THE ONLY WAY!
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Going batshit nuts has made Jason twice as effective in combat?
>>8847172"WHOA! Calm down! Think clearly! If you're angry, you'll make mistakes!"
>>8847259".... I think our friend has lost his last.... We.... We must press on to the Fort. Even if only one of us makes it... We must make it to the Fort."
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>>8847315So it's back down to Syrio, Morris, and I? Well lads, I couldn't have asked fer better company to be amongst when going into the jaws o' hell.
>>8847317Wait...Tavern keeper?Losing his mind?Time to go BG and kill the doppleganger.
rolled 13 = 13Rolling for strategic invisibility!!Left behind by the adventurers, I cower in a corner, close my eyes and sob myself to sleep. If I can't see them, they can't see me!
>>8847317"Yes. He is lost to us. It... It is cruel, but we must leave him. May the Gods take mercy on my soul."
>>8847351Time to fuck your shit up, bitch.
>>8847351"You can be with us. Come, hurry. We are making speed for the Fort."
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rolled 9 = 9>>8847362Spritz the cat with water! "Get out of here C.A.T.!"
rolled 14 = 14Rolling to snap out of trance.I hear a voice coming out of the back of my head, telling me to get up and follow them.
>>8847394Ah, shit fucks!Retreat.
>>8847376As you reach the entrance of the fort, you are nearly barreled over by a screaming, gibbering infantryman who is shaking uncontrollably."G-g-gods, GETMETHEFUCKOUTOFHEEEEEEEEEEEERE."You hear sounds of battle, screams, and unearthly moaning coming from inside the fort.
>>8847406"Come on. I'll save one person, even if it's with my dying breath."
>>8847421.......This isn't how the movie ended. This isn't how it ended at all!
>>8847421Oh feck me, the fort ain't even feckin' safe? Well lads, once more into the jaws o' the abyss?
rolled 3 = 3I wake up in a few moments, recognizing the voice to be Morris'. Snivelling , snot running down my nose, babbling incoherently(yet quiet enough not to get on the adventurer's nerves), I follow his voiceWhere is OP, BTW?
rolled 5 = 5>>8847463"Annote them with their own blood! CHARGE!"http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9gGG4fpGB_w
Why are all these rolls so hilariously failtastic?
>>8847463Diving through the roiling mist that is throughout the fort, Morris steps on something soft and pliant. Looking down, he notices that it is a human hand.The scene before you all is a scene of carnage, as screaming men battle terrors that are weirdly deformed and, perhaps most horrifyingly of all, still sporting tatters of their former uniforms. The screams of the dying are coming from the men; the moans of the damned are emanating from the distended jaws of their superior officers.
>>8847555Because the 4chan dicebot hates us.
>>8847561FFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU
rolled 13 = 13>>8847561"Lo, though the time is dark, my faith shines! TAKE THEM DOWN!"
rolled 19 = 19>>8847555A little comedy to add to the horror.I swing at the closest beast, muttering curses and praying that my family back home stay safe from this horrid mist.
rolled 9, 6 = 15>>8847627The thoughts of my beloved Dana and Snorri falling victim to these monsters has temporarily emboldened me!I swing again, aiming for one of the bigger beasts.My second roll is to embolden the terrified soldiers around me."Men of... Little... Shit shire! The three brave heroes have come for you! Rally to us!"
>>8847660Oh look. My streak of one good roll is already over. I guess the soldiers keep shitting their pants and I end up dying now?
>>8847618>>8847627Both of you take a swing at different creatures. Morris manages to injure one of the beasts, though it doesn't seem to be slowed down by the wound. Amos' axe bites deep into the flesh of one of the other beasts, causing it to regurgitate a mixture of blood and partially digested soldier as it turns around to face the Dwarf.
If this has been good you should archive it so I can read it in the morning.Also so you can reference it if it continues.
rolled 14 = 14>>8847681"I shall end you!"Swings again with Mace!
rolled 18 = 18Half frozen in terror as I see a nightmarish beast shuffle quickly towards me, I swat it with my torch like a sissy.
rolled 13 = 13>>8847681Come at me again, you ugly fecking piece of shite! My axe is begging for a bit o' you!Swing at whatever might pass for its head.
>>8847713"Good! You're doing well! Keep that up!"
Whatever happened to elf-man?
>>8847806Poncing about somewhere, hugging a tree and kissing a flower.
>>8847705Swinging your mace at the beast, you crush its shoulder and leave it collapsed and twitching on the ground.>>8847713Sticking the torch in the face of the creature, you light its face on fire, drawing out an inhuman shriek from the creature. The shriek draws the attention of the nearby creatures, and as one three more creatures turn to face you.>>8847746You swing at the creature's head, leaving a deep gash in its face. It still keeps coming though, and it is currently rushing straight at you.
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rolled 12 = 12>>8847820I leave the twitching beast where it lies and give my aid to the Torch Bearer. "Come on your freaks! You want him you have to come through me!"
rolled 6 = 6Roll for going to bed.Sorry.
rolled 5 = 5>>8847820Roll for evasion, then a second roll for a follow up attack.These old dwarven bones may be gettin' on in their years, but they've got fight in em yet!Dana, Snorri, I won't let ya down!
rolled 3 = 3And the follow up attack
>>8847857Ouch.
>>8847866>>8847857And that's the story of how I failed when it mattered most not to. At least they aren't tentacle monsters!
>>8847883And you're not a Japanese Schoolgirl.
rolled 1 = 1>>8847857>>8847866YOUNG ARE THE CHILDREN, PLAYING IN THE STREETSOLD ARE THE ELDERLY, SLEEPING IN THEIR SHEETSUNDER THE HOUSES, IS WHERE I LIKE TO CREEPAROUND THE GARDENS, I MAKE ROSES WITHER AND WEEPROUNDING THE LAKE, WHERE LOVERS ARE MADE SINNERS IN THE WATER DEEPENTER THE DREAMS, THAT YOU WILL NEVER KEEPDAMNED ARE THE FOOLS, CHOPPING AT THE MEATEAGER ARE THE CREATURES, TO RECIEVE THEIR TREATALL THE TOWN IS DANCING, BLISTERING IN THE HEATDOWN DO THEY FALL, BLEEDING AT MY FEET
>>8847896Thank god. Although if I were maybe I could use my MOE KAWAII :3 to convince them to let me live.
We're auto-saging, gents. Been a pleasure fighting alongside you.
>>8847921Likewise. OP, thank you for the nice little quest. Keep whatever notes you have on this and perhaps we can pick this adventure back up tomorrow around 20:00?
rolled 16 = 16>>8847820"Ah, So all those years of baton twirling really did pay off!" A bit more emboldened by my most recent feat, I pull the torch out of the beast with a flourish, I then twirl the torch and attempt to smack a couple of approaching monsters.
>>8847949Sure!
>>8847979Whooo. So do my last pitiful rolls not count now?
>>8847921>>8847949HRAGRBLJust when I was getting good rolls at being a heroic sissy fighter.
>>8847993I'll figure somethin' out by tomorrow! =DAlso, shall we continue The Mist, or do you want another adapted movie?
>>8848022New adventure, Amos is a tired old dwarf and our rolls have fucked the story up beyond all recognition.
>>8848022I'm good for whatever.
>>8848046Not really. The bad rolls have.... Oh, you know.... Proven just how fucked up everything is.
I suppose I'll keep this trip for future use, then.
>>8848115Well that too, I suppose.
>>8848127Sounds good.Morris the Human, signing out.
>>8848201Amos the Dorf, headed out as well.Thanks for the fun, OP.
