In the middle of a whole lot of pentacles...Vincent stands and pats his ribcage thoughtfully as he ponders the logistics of joining eight pentacles in a single megapentacle. Fortunately, there is still enough blood to make even
that possible!
[Intelligence roll: ?]
He decides that it probably wouldn't hurt to just join them up however he can, even if he can only draw a sort of randomly curved line going through all of them. He proceeds to do exactly that, relying on the possibly present gods to sort any potential mishaps out.
[Blood effects roll: 1-
1]
After drawing his wacky connector line and having a disproportionate amount of fun doing it, Vincent watches as the blood begins to glow rather blindingly, clapping his hands excitedly at what is sure to be an impressive spectacle. The light grows ever more intense, and a buzzing sound seems to be coming from the drawing. Suddenly, it goes quiet.
Then the screaming and clawing begins.
[Vincent dodge roll: 1+1]
What seems to be a vine crawls at Vincent. Hello, cute little vine! What would you like from your old pal Vincent today?
It seems to really want his ankle, as it immediately grabs it and begins to pull Vincent into the light. Vincent gets the feeling that this might not be good. Plus, that might not actually be a vine.
On the upper floors of Bernie's inn...Tom decides to loot some more guest rooms. He needs his loot, after all. It's part of the image. He heads over to one room fitting a vaguely guest room-like description and takes a look around for delicious lootables.
[Loot roll: 6]
There's a chest that has
something inside, but Tom can't say any more than that on account of the damn thing being locked. It jingles a bit, so it can't be completely worthless, he guesses. Speaking of wild guessing, he remembers that something was most definitely wrong hear at last reckoning. He listens in and prepares for some dagger-throwing.
[Perception roll: ?]
He doesn't really hear anything too suspicious anymore. Perhaps that in itself is suspicious? Maybe someone noticed he was listening and is now staying quiet to surprise him later? Maybe there was nobody around all along? Maybe the dozens of assassin apes that lurk in the shadows just got bored and left? It's difficult to say.
In the vicinity of a mostly-demolished building...Luke, happy about his crushing, deadly new acquisition, tries to test it on one of the buildings around.
[Building choice roll: 5]
He walks up to a concrete tower about three stories in height, then proceeds to try and demolish it in as little time as possible!
[Homewrecking roll: 4+
1]
He hammers the building thoroughly, smashing through a great many walls and eventually reducing it to a pathetic pile of rubble. Yeah, he'd say that the hammer works pretty well.
In the courtyard of Castle Wossname...Timothy, unsettled by the incredible incompetence displayed by Fred and Jim, decides to at least save Tom first. A mutilated scary-crow in the hand is worth two unmutilated ones somewhere in an undisclosed location, no?
[Telekinesis roll: 4]
He pulls the sorry remains of Tom from the roof and carries them to Bob, who is downstairs and rather frightened by an impact on his roof, though Tom's ravaged scary-crow body seems to have lost enough straw to not weigh all that much. After receiving a quick explanation on Tom's appearance and somewhat poor condition, Bob sighs.
"Well, I suppose I could try to get him fixed up and use him as a normal scarecrow. Give him here."Timothy does so, then flies away on the wings of newfound heroism, scanning the area for any sign of Fred or Jim.
[Search roll: 6]
He doesn't have to look too far. In fact, they're right outside the castle! The bad news, however, is that they seem to have already been pressed into servitude. As combat dummies for the guards, of which there seem to be about seven currently practicing.
"Aaaaagh!" yells Fred as a sword stabs through his belly. Jim silently concurs, obtaining a new arrow through the shoulder.
In the streets of Emlocke...Yorinnsud realizes the flaw in his plan so far. You see, it's rather funny - he's been walking around and looking for tribute and receiving none. In fact, he's even had a beast sent to dispose of him. Obviously these people don't fear him nearly enough. Time to correct that.
He is surprised when he is joined by
Mark, who seems to be in an equally riotous mood. Both of them go out looking for trouble!
[Search roll: 1]
Three steps in, they are rudely interrupted by a floating globule of yellow goo. Not one to question such things, Yorinnsud stabs it immediately as Mark gives moral support.
[Globule reaction roll: 3]
It leaves a residue best described as horribly icky on Yorinnsud's blade after a few stabs. Triple ew, man!
Since my submission apparently counted as a vote, Life Begins At Death is now in the RTD Hall of Fame. I find it to be odd, but I guess you guys know better or something. Thanks to all the players.
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