>>46600923
>> [] Bard

>>46600923
>> [] Mage

>>46600923
>> [] Other
Necromancer

>>46600923
>[] Bard
We sought beauty, and, in death, found it. Wherefore now is it torn from us?

>>46600923
> [] Bard

>>46600923
> [x] Mage

>>46600923
> [] Bard

>>46600923
>[x] Other- Cleric

>>46600923
>> [x] Mage

>>46600923
> [] Bard

>>46600923
> [x] Mage

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>>46600923

A bard, was it, and one with some skill at magic even? Ah, you can see it now, see yourself: a person of prodigious talents, able to sway the hearts of men and women alike with your ensorceling song. That’s who you had been, a soul able to tame the savage beasts and nobles of your land with relative ease by quick wits and nimble tongue. Concert halls and dirty taverns, warm sheets, warmer partners, and nights that turned into glorious mornings. It seeps back into you now, the lurid sensation of countless nights mixing with a much more unearthly bliss as the pain of your being ebbs and flows. Even now as the world collapses into chaos, you can feel the rhythm of your fall rap in time, feel the beat amidst echoes of shattering eternity and the matching harmony as pulsating light wars merrily with the endless darkness.

AWAKEN.

And that you do, sucking at the air like a newborn babe, as an unearthly cold seeps past your teeth. Cobblestoned walls flicker and dance, shuddering in and out of existence as the whole world seems to tremble, and a rattling shakes your bones. Finally, you are awake.

>>46601483

> Pick one:

> [] Look around
> [] Sit up
> [] Call out to your surroundings

>>46601515
> [] Look around

>>46601483
Break into a song about awakening and morning wood

>>46601483
> [x] Look around

>>46601483
>[] Look around

>>46601515
> [] Look around

>>46601515
>> [] Sit up

>>46601515
> [] Look around

>>46601483

The world swims in your vision, a feeling all too familiar for those who had made proper use of the resilience offered by their youth. It’s somewhat different now, of course, though the specifics of that elude you. Whatever the case may be, you feel a might to heavy at present to jump straight to your feet. So with the slightest effort, you turn your head to see if you can find someone, anyone to help you make heads or tails of this situation.

“HELLO?!” you make the motion to bellow, and yet the words don’t follow, just the sound of scraping as your head roughly jousts with what feels like solid stone beneath it. You try again, try to lick your lips to moisten them, but realize with horror that there is no organ to answer your call. A shock runs through you like a lightning bolt, unlidded eyes refusing to squeeze shut in shock as you stare down at a skeletal hand, your skeletal hand.

> Pick one:

> Panic
> PANIC
> Try to make light of the situation (Roll Composure: 1d100)

Rolled 41 (1d100)

>>46601739
>Try to make light of the situation (Roll Composure: 1d100)

Rolled 50 (1d100)

>>46601739
> Try to make light of the situation

Rolled 20 (1d100)

>>46601739
>Try to make light of the situation (Roll Composure: 1d100)
Well, it looks like I'm pretty BONED, but from the right viewpoint, this situation is probably ridiculously HUMERUS.

>>46601739
>> PANIC

>>46601739
>> PANIC

Rolled 65 (1d100)

>>46601739
>> Try to make light of the situation (Roll Composure: 1d100)

>>46601739
So far it's looking like "Compsure? I barely know her!"

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>>46601739

Well, Sara had always said you were a bit of bone he-

“OH MY FUCKING GOD!” the words finally come out as an echoing roar born of unnatural force as you scream it to the vaulted ceiling.

What happened? Who? Why? What? When? Where?

The world spins like a linens in the wash as you go tumbling to the floor, the sound of rattling bones filling the air as your ribs clack against the cobblestones. What the fuck happened to you? How were you here? Who the fuck was Sara? In that line of thinking, who the fuck are you?

> Pick a name/gender
> Also, who the fuck WAS Sara?

>>46601945
>Lee, Male
>Your mum

>>46601945
>Dan, Man
>Your sister

>>46601945
Jared, Male
Our ex-girlfriend who went Lesbian.

>>46601945
>>Lee, Male
>Your wife

>>46601945
Elizabeth/female

>>46601945
>Skelington, male
> Little sister

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>>46601945

You rack your brain for the answers to these sudden and troubling questions as you bow your head to the floor in frustration. Come on, Lee you can do this. Wait! Lee: that was it! Short for Stanley, and several orders of magnitude less dorkish.

You try to breathe a sigh of relief over that. You have a name. Unfortunately, you don’t have lungs and that’s REALLY STARTING TO PISS YOU-

Alright. The girl, Sara. Your brain starts piecing together an image in your subconscious. Short, blue eyes, curly hair, temper like a dragon and your continual nagging nuisance of a little sister. Where was she now? Where were you, even?

As you look around you, all you can see is dimly lit cobblestones, well that and the table you just rolled off of which, on closer inspection seems to have a book stand and a few nearby torches. Good, you’re calm enough to notice details now. Maybe that means you’ve finally got this under contr-

HELP ME!

A voice booms inside of your head like a loudspeaker, practically deafening you with its volume and certainly derailing your train of thought. You also feel a slight tug in your chest, a bit of unnatural concern for the otherwise foreign voice, but you decide you can ignore it for now if you want to. What you may not be able to ignore is a large chorus of rattling noises echoing from down the hall.

> Pick one
> [] Hide
> [] Grab the book
> [] Go toward the source of the voice

>>46602379
>> [] Go toward the source of the voice

>>46602379
>[x] Grab the book

>>46602419
seconding

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>>46602379
>> [] Go toward the source of the voice
Dance your way over there

>>46602379
>> [x] Go toward the source of the voice

>>46602470
This

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>>46602379

The book is tempting, but right now, you’ve got a feeling you’re needed elsewhere. It feels right somehow, to put your worries aside, to flex those skeletal knees beneath you, and start kicking them into a run. Somebody was in trouble. A fair damsel perhaps…

You lose yourself in the rhythm of your run, skeletal feet clacking an allegro melody flawlessly without lungs to slow them down. So focused are you for a moment, that you hardly even notice as other forms join you from the side, more pasty white skeletals form running in time with yourself, their rhythm joining with yours. Maybe something in your head just snapped. Maybe you’ve well and truly lost it, but as the pounding of their feet joins with yours, a mechanical chorus of snapping, sprinting skeletons playing back up to your every pace, you feel something in your bones.

> Roll 2d100 to feel the beat

Rolled 7, 70 = 77 (2d100)

>>46602706
flying fuck

Rolled 9, 6 = 15 (2d100)

>>46602706

>>46602721
>>46602750

Gonna need a couple more rolls, folks.

Rolled 94, 81 = 175 (2d100)

>>46602706
>> Roll 2d100 to feel the beat

Rolled 51, 11 = 62 (2d100)

>>46602706
Fell the beat

Rolled 24, 56 = 80 (2d100)

>>46602706
Time to get clicky clackin

Rolled 80, 88 = 168 (2d100)

>>46602706
Rolling

>>46602822
dubs the best

>>46602896
dubs

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>>46602822
>>46602721
>>46602750
>>46602706

Your voice begins slow, like a wisp from beyond the grave echoing off the rocks, but it flows all the same as you begin to rhyme to your skeletal brothers.
“Be it heaven or be it hell.
It’s far beyond my eye to tell

If it be god
Or some rotten spell
That brought us round
From whence we fell

But here we stand
Clickety-clack
It’s time to take
Your spirit back
So grab your sword
Up off the wrack
And let me hear it
If you’ve got the flack


Now huh! Let me hear it

Now huh! Let me hear it

NOW LET ME HEAR IT!

CHARGE!

[1/2]

>>46603122
I'm feelin it

>>46603122

Like something swelling up inside of you, you can feel it: the passion, the raw energy that makes up your very being lashing out and joining with the other skeletons in time with your performance. At first you feel only emptiness on the other end, but as your voice grows in confidence, you can feel it. Like embers from the ash, you can feel them begin to smolder. Hopes and dreams, desires of those long past, like any master bard with your every word, you forge them into a roaring flame that gives life to your band of brothers. Their spirit, their energy, you feel it surge as you grab a sword off a nearby table of arms and swing it with your final command, ushering your undead horde into the room where your summons calls.

> Roll 5d100 to determine combat

Rolled 83, 3, 98, 92, 5 = 281 (5d100)

>>46603312

Rolled 34, 39, 15, 22, 2 = 112 (5d100)

>>46603312

Rolled 30, 27, 29, 13, 45 = 144 (5d100)

>>46603312

>>46603312
So many rolls.

Rolled 62, 54, 13, 4, 63 = 196 (5d100)

>>46603312
Charge!

Rolled 20, 13, 59, 97, 42 = 231 (5d100)

>>46603366

Rolled 60, 74, 9, 84, 92 = 319 (5d100)

>>46603312
CAN YOU FEEL IT.

Rolled 43, 42, 43, 90, 32 = 250 (5d100)

>>46603312
Skeleton battle!

>>46603366
And they're all shit.

>>46603392
;_;

>>46603312

Surging like a white tide, your brothers flood through the narrow opening into the next chamber, giving it their all with a mighty, unearthly cry that were you a living man would you shake you to your very bones. As is, all you can feel is pride, pride as your warriors go screaming into the abyss, others further behind trying to break the funnel that withholds them from the fray. Terrified voices echo through the chamber before you emerge on the other side, a group of heavily armed men now being attacked from all angles by your skeletal breathren, rusted swords beating against heavy steel and the chorus of rattling akin to thunder.

You managed to snag a weapon on your own way in, of course, a sword for dramatic effect and one other:
> Javelin
> Bow
> A shield
But before you can join the fray proper, you notice another form looming on the opposite end of the fray. Seemingly unnoticed by your skeletal brothers stands a woman, statuesque and breathing heavily, a crowd of bloodied and battered serpents whipping about her head and a long serpent body coiled beneath her as she glares across the swarm of skeletons.

Options:
> Approach the gorgon
> Join the fray properly
> Other

Rolled 46, 31, 45, 28, 94 = 244 (5d100)

>>46603312
>ide of you, you can feel it: the passion, the raw energy that makes up your very being lashing out and joining with the other skeletons in time with your performance. At first you feel only emptiness on the other end, but as your voice grows in confidence, you can feel it. Like embers from the ash, you can feel them begin to smolder. Hopes and dreams, desires of those long past, like any master bard with your every word, you forge them into a roaring flame that gives life to your band of brothers. Their spirit, their energy, you feel it surge as you grab a sword off a nearby table of arms and swing it with your final command, ushering your undead horde into the room where your summons calls.

>>46603514
>> Approach the gorgon

>>46603514
> A shield

>> Approach the gorgon
Touch scaly tail

>>46603514
>Approach the gorgon

>>46603514
>> Javelin
> Approach the gorgon

>>46603514
>Javelin
>Approach gorgon

>>46603565
Also
>Javelin

>>46603514
>Bow
Ranged is best.

> Approach the gorgon
So...come here often?
She's good-looking; as a bard, wouldn't the first thing to do be to hit on the beautiful lady?

>>46603514

You approach the snake woman in what you hope is a non-threatening manner, trusting it to your brethren to handle the human interlopers for the time being. Judging by the fact you don’t get tail whipped in the process, you probably do a suitable job. Now comes the hard part, introductions:

“Wha-at are you doing?” she hisses angrily, one hand clearly grasping her side to stem a hearty flow of blood. “Why aren’t you attacking?”

> Response

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>>46603668

>>46603668
I was just so enthralled by your beauty the madness of war was thrust from my mind. The only thing I can focus on is you.

>we gonna fug

>>46603668
"I'm so stunned by your beauty, milady. Also, you haven't done anything wrong to me"

Rolled 73 (1d100)

>>46603668
"SUCH DEFIANCE!"

Rolled 46 (1d100)

>>46603668
Rape her although didn't possess dick bone

WITNESS

>>46603730
hahahhahaha me failed.

>>46603668
Do you hiss here often?

>>46603668
"When I saw such beauty and passionate defiance, I could not help but come to introduce myself. May I have the honor of knowing your name, that I may dedicate this battle to you?"

>>46603718
This smooth operator right here.

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>>46603668

“Milady,” you rasp, the words coming difficult without the power of song. “I was simply so enthralled by your beauty, the madness of war was thrust from my mind.”

From the look she gives you, you could swear you had just grown a second head.

“You can talk!?” Her eyes grow wide for just a moment, a split second before her brow knits in fierce concentration. “No! No time! Please, I need you to grab my daughter while I hold them here and get her somewhere safe! Please, we don’t have much-“

An eruption of light and heat emanates from behind you, a sound like sonorous bass preceding the clatter of bones being blasted to every conceivable corner of the room. A singular man in priestly robes is all that is left in its wake. With a severe expression, he brushes the ash of the fallen from his coat, and turns his eyes to the medusa.

“The crime for necromancy is death, ye know.” His expression gives way to a rye, wolfish grin that sends chills up your spine. “An’ I ain’t leavin’ until I collect.”

In the background, you can see two of his companions trying to collect themselves.
> Options
> [] Resume attack! (3d100)
> [] Retreat!
> [] Other

Rolled 83, 58, 16 = 157 (3d100)

>>46603980
fug...

YOLO

>Resume Attack!

>>46603980
>[x] Me, a skeleton?! You're blind, good sir. I'm just a poor old man that's starving.

Rolled 4, 44, 33 = 81 (3d100)

>>46604032
Seconding to bluff

>>46604032
this

Rolled 18, 72, 7 = 97 (3d100)

>>46604032

Rolled 77, 3, 15 = 95 (3d100)

>>46603980
>[] Resume attack!
"Shame on you, sir, for attacking a mother and her defenseless child! Have at you!"

Rolled 56, 79, 15 = 150 (3d100)

>>46604032
This

>>46603980

“Me?” you question. “A skeleton?” Your intended laugh comes out as more of a rattle, but you don’t let that throw off your rhythm.

“Why my good priest, I’m simply a poor old man. I mean, just look at me. I’m nothing but skin and bones.”

*Rattle-rattle* The two humans give you the same look as the kindly snake woman a moment ago, as for the third-

“Aye, well I can certainly see the bones,” answers the priest, “but where’s this skin yer talking about?”

“Have you ever heard the expression, “by the skin of your teeth”?” you continue.

“Oh, aye. I reckon everyone has.”

“That skin. Still have plenty of it, though I fear I was too kind. Beggars took the skin right off my back.”

*Rattle-rattle*

“That so, well-“

“Michael, stop talking with the damn skeleton and finish the j-“

A loud hiss from behind you is followed by an unseemly wave of energy, an unnatural wind stirring as it sweeps skeletal remains back together with a pop and clack. You don’t seem to derive much benefit from it, yourself unfortunately, but you don’t exactly envy the dead… Err, the more dead-dead. You really are going to get a handle on your new status lately, but for now:

> Options
> [] Attack (4d100)
> [] Retreat
> [] Other

Rolled 49, 94, 10, 73 = 226 (4d100)

>>46604233
>Initiate a dance battle

Rolled 55, 84, 99, 25 = 263 (4d100)

>>46604306
Supporting

Rolled 79, 65, 83, 23 = 250 (4d100)

>>46604306

Rolled 1, 94, 80, 47 = 222 (4d100)

>>46604233
>[x] Attack
>[x] Other
"My lady, escape with your daughter; I and my fellows shall delay these ruffians!
"Come, men, for honor and glory! Today is a good day for the other guy to die!"

Rolled 22, 99, 7, 87 = 215 (4d100)

>>46604306
Step Up! Young Sir

>>46604401
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0iRTB-FTMdk

>>46604425
i totally forgot all about this, I had forgot that this was a genre

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>>46604233

For now, you’ve got them exactly where you want them.

“STOP!” you yell, as weapons are raised and resolves begin to strengthen themselves, throwing out your energy as best as you can before to reach the surrounding undead. “There is no more need for this violence! No more death! No more broken bones!”

Four pairs of eyes turn on you, one boring a hole in the back of your skull and booming a voice inside.

WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU’RE-

Like the words of your piano instructor back in the day, you tune her out.

“Now listen,” you continue, adding a bounce to your step as well as your voice, using your javelin as a makeshift cane as you add a tapping to your toes.

“We know you’re good at violence.
And truth be told, so are we.
But that’s no way to settle things
In a civilized society

So, why don’t you just dance?
Why don’t you just dance?

Why not put your knives away
There’s no need for that today

Why don’t you just dance?
Why don’t we just dance?

There’s no need to throw your lives away
There’s no need to stab and slay
When we can just dance
Why don’t you just dance

“I challenge you to a dance off,” you conclude to the thoroughly slack jawed audience. “Loser leaves town.”

You take another lean at a perilous angle, leaning forward with your best attempt at a shit eating grin without lips, waiting on the unlucky fool to step up and test your mettle.

[1/2]

>>46604610
This is the best idea I have ever had

>>46604610
"I challenge you to a dance off
Hands off, no trash talk, no back walk
On the black top, just me, you, that's all
No cat calls, no tag teams, no mascots
Right now, dance off"

>>46604558
reddit.com/r/ChapHop

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>>46604610

“Well, that’ll kill yer mood for righteous violence, now won’t it lads?” questions the priest, to a pair of unmoving stares. “Reckon we ain’t got any dancers, though. So that wouldn’t exactly be fair now would i-“

“JUST GET THE HELL OUT OF MY HOUSE!” screams the gorgon. “I HAVEN’T DONE ANYTHING TO YOU PEOPLE!”

“What about demandin’ tribute?” questions the priest.

“I thought those idiots were just grateful not to have vampires around here anymore!”

“And the skeletons…” he adds.

“They’re animated by the damn dungeon, you lunatics! Which I tried to explain before you started stabbing me! Check them yourself!”

“Oh…” the priest says, still not losing his characteristic smile. “Well, that makes things awkward, don’t it?”

“JUST LEAVE! NOW!” You notice her face has gone pale and her body is swaying uncomfortably from side to side now, all the color running down her ribs.

> Response?

>>46604743
>"Clam down, Miss Gorgon. They're leaving right now. Right, Mr. Priest?"

>>46604743
>It appears the fair lady gorgon is injured, what pious man of god would not offer to first tend to her wounds before leaving?

>>46604763
Switching to this. >>46604825

>>46604743
"My lady, it appears that you are hurt!
"My good man, you are a man of the cloth, are you not? Surely you can spare some medical aid?"

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>>46604743

“My lady, it appears that you are hurt!” you gasp, running over to steady her flagging figure, though it seems like she’s unwilling to acknowledge your assistance right now. “This won’t do. This won’t do at all.”

“You there,” you say, quickly returning your gaze to the priest. “You’re a man of the cloth, a good Samaritan, certainly you wouldn’t allow a mother to bleed out in her own home.”

“Why you-“ the snake woman begins to hiss.

“Leaving her child to fend for herself,” you add, and that seems to shut her up.

“Aye,” he says, “That wouldn’t do in the slightest. As is, probably gonna have to have a word with the jobber in the town over about recompense. Fair’s fair, after all.”

“If you make a move, I swear…” she whispers.

“Aye, ye’ll turn me to rubble,” he says. “Or one of yer boneheads. Not much in the mood for either or makin’ a child cry. Rest easy, lass. And Ricky, Maggy, get your arse’s back to town and make sure we ain’t got a mob heading this way.”

The two immediately perk up, tarrying for just a moment before running for the hills. In the end, that just leaves you, him, and several hundred pounds of injured snake woman to haul back into her den, muttering threats all the way as the exhaustion takes her.

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>>46604992

And I think that's where I'll end it for the evening. As is, I think I ran a little too late for some people. Anyway, hope it was a fun ride. May continue it if there's an interest.

>>46605014
I had fun. Shame we didn't get to have that dance off, we'll just have to rattle our bones some other time

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>>46605014
Please continue. This was so much fun. Thanks for running.

>>46605014
I'm glad now that we went the non-combat route.

I hope that wit and guile will be our hallmark skills, though you should throw us completely unreasonable people every now and then.

>>46605029
>A charming skeleton dancing himself into legends

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>>46605034
Some opponents can be talked into dance-offs and band battles (we seriously should get a band together with some of our other skelebros, and maybe some other intelligent undead).
Others who take themselves too seriously or just have bad taste in music will probably try to attack us mid-song (talking is not a free action!) and that's when we can lay down a beat.

Pic related: a rival heavy metal golem band.

>>46605014
Got a twitter? Or an idea of when you'll run next?

>>46605096
>>46605014
>>46605027


I don't have a twitter, unfortunately. I'll probably correct that in the near future. In the meantime, look for a thread around Saturday next weekend, with a start time between 6:00PM and 8:00PM CST. Can't promise to it, but that's what I'll plan for.

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>>46605034
>dance-off with Imperial soldiers
>When the Empire comes a-knockin', you best start a-walkin'

>>46605130

Could anyone assist with archiving? I'm having difficulties on my end.

>>46605236

Nevermind.

oh, this looks like its going to be fun, sad i missed this one but i'll be keeping an eye on this quest!