Turn Thirty-SixPlayers:
YnotNOW IS THE TIME, YNOT.
SUMMON THE BEES, START CASTING, ROCK THE JOINT
{2v2} Ynot begins gyrating at high speeds, but this doesn't really make enough mind rape to slow the demigod. Coincidentally, he is still trying to figure out what you were doing before.
GragrarRoll toward the old man and his cart, gain speed by aiming for hills. All the while shouting, "STOP OLD MAN, IN THE NAME OF THE LAW!"
{Pursuit:5v4} Gragrar rolls like no mummy has ever rolled before, while sumultaneously releasing a stoic and forceful command. Somehow. He makes considerable progress toward the cart, enough that he can hear your pleas that are oddly remeniscent of a queerly dressed man in a circular city of iron and gold.
{Man Lawfulness:6} The old man pulls to complete stop, and Gragrar finds himself propelling by rolling's natural rolly-ness into the crevasse of the wheels.
The old man looks back, {2} but doesn't seem to notice you. "Is anyone there? I thought I heard shouting."
GrekSnack Sarron.
Loot the corpse.
Cremate the corpse without setting anything important on fire.
Loot the head.
{5} Walking angrily toward Sarron, Grek snacks quite thoroughly. Sarron is now missing the vast majority of his flight feathers and a bone in his wing is broken. The feathers are not particularly appetizing, so Grek spits them back out in a puft of downy goodness.
{2} Huh, where did the stuff go?
{1} Nothing to do about it now, Grek burns the entirity of the corpse.
{N/A} Wait, what head? Oh. Well, f*ck.
KlausChase cart.
{2v2} Klaus doggedly stumbles after the cart, which continues to slowly amble down the path. Neither making considerable progress, and neither truly achieving distance from one another.
Unknown HumanSo be it!
Kick the lines, hoping to stop the summoning!
{6} A grand show! Dust, dirt, and ash flew in great quantities into the air as the wrath of Unknown, Line-Slayer brutally slashed and hacked with his lower appendages! Stopping only when the dirt began to clog his airways and his hacking fit subsided roughly at the same time as the dust settling. The lines seemed to remain completely untouched.
John ZombieFire on and around the lines. Pray the GM stops playing Skyrim for more than 17 hours everyday.
{5} A fire, roughly six inches in diameter springs into existence upon one of the lines. Nothing is there to sustain it, so it quickly winks out of existence. The line remains untouched, though the ground is slightly charred.
{INT: 6} Huh, who would have thought magic cast by
fire sprites wouldn't be harmed by fire. It's a mystery.
NPCs:
Sprites
{2} Nope, nothing much here.
Spot/Listen Check:
{8} Wow, that's a nice robed old man. These lines don't seem to mind being kicked. Hey, comet. Other things are happening.
Status:
Players:
Half-Dragon
Having a corpse stolen from him.
Holding a
*Steel Dirk*in Left Hand, and one potion of Cure Superficial Wounds in Right Hand. Clothed in torn leather trousers.
Wounded Wing.
Infection.
Rocket Packs.
Dabbling Weaponsmith. Speaks Common. Fire Breath.
Mighty. Flight. Immunity to Heat.
Klutz.
Basic Understanding of Dwarvish. Rocket-Face.
Human.
Watching the fires.
Wielding a *Bronze Warhammer*. Wearing +Pig Tail Leather Rucksack+ containing one Potion of Cure Superficial Wounds, one Potion of Unknown Poison, a hunk of Bronze with handle, and three slabs of Salted Boar Meat. Clothed in torn leather trousers.
Unharmed.
Speaks Common.
Eel.
Scariest. Mime. Ever.
Empty.
Unharmed.
Speaks Lizard and
Basic Dwarvish.
Novice Teslamancer.
Human.
Lying inanimate in the Hut.
Holding a -Steel Warhammer-(+2 bashing damage). Holding a (very) roughly cup-shaped piece of metal filled with ice. Clothed in torn leather trousers.
Weakening Cold.
Speaks Martian and Common.
Novice Telepath.
Novice Telekinetic. Thought Bubble.
Human
Enjoying quality time with a corpse.
Wielding loaded +Oaken Crossbow+ with 26 Boar Bone Bolts in Right Hand. Holding -Bronze Dagger- in Right Hand. Wielding -Bronze Dagger- in Right Hand. Clothed in torn leather trousers, Warm Fur Boots, Warm Fur Cloak.
Unharmed.
Speaks English.
Novice Sonic attacks. Novice Crossbowman.
Human
Joining the Phaorohs.
Wielding a
Massive Steel Strut. Wearing
Fabulous clothing.
Wounded lower body.
Speaks Common.
Basic Understanding of Dwarvish. Speaks Elvish.
Skilled Swordsman.
Rebellion.
Mummified.
Griffin-Human
Splitting skulls.
Wielding
Adamantine Claymore. Wearing torn leather trousers.
Wounded left wing.
Missing Feathers.
Speaks Common.
Mighty.
Competent Two-handed Use. Flight.
Magic Resistance.
Ice Magic Weakness.
Stone Golem
Watching esplodin' heads.
Wearing torn leather trousers. Holding
Basalt Chisel. Wielding
*Two-handed Basalt Pike*.
Damaged Left Arm.
Incapable of Speech.
Resistant.
Resistant to Fire.
Golem. Competent Stoneworker.
Weakness to Ice.
Undead
Wearing blood-and-gore strewn armor.
Wearing light leather armor and wielding bone dagger.
Missing Upper Teeth.
Novice Pyromancy.
Adequate Necromancy.
Wimp.
Human
Gazing wistfully at loot.
Wearing torn leather trousers.
Unharmed.
Immunity to Extreme Temperatures. Missing left arm.
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Flora and Fauna:
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To end this particular random event, I'm going to give an auto-success to the sprites next turn for this many attempts.
Poll
6 (31.6%)
Author
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