Print

Please login or register.
1 Hour 1 Day 1 Week 1 Month Forever
Login with username, password and session length

[Gamerlord]

Het out of cupboard and brace against low-lying , yet immobile surface.

[Harry Baldman]

In a flying house...

Mark, utilizing the sweet deceleration of the house, bounces over to Yorinnsud! He finds her over at a cupboard, trying to free herself from horrible furniture-based imprisonment!

[Mark helpfulness roll: 3]

Mark sort of pulls on her arm as she tries to get out! It doesn't look like this is entirely appreciated by Yorinnsud, though.

[Yorinnsud self-extrication roll: 4]

She slowly manages to return to her original position and get out of the fiendish cupboard-trap. She then goes off to find an immobile flat surface to brace herself against.

[Choice roll: 1]

She braces herself against a table! The table falls apart instantly, causing her to flop to the ground embarrassingly. She then elects to brace against the floor. Meanwhile, Mark looks for a mattress.

[Mark search roll: 6]

He finds an incredibly soft mattress in one of the bedrooms! He lies down on it, sinking pretty deep into it. Man, this is quite the mattress indeed!

It then snaps shut on him and rolls up of its own volition. He has to admit, it's still really comfortable.

[anailater]

"Oh no you don't!"
Dive through the teleport door.

[killerhellhound]

If the mattress starts hurting me cut my way out while screaming for Yori if not I relax and wait for the fall in my safe spot

[Onyxjew944]

((Great. If I could speak I might be able to acquire a giant attack robot. Splendid.))

Wait for it to leave. Search the cave.

[Gamerlord]

If the mattress starts hurting me cut my way out while screaming for Yori if not I relax and wait for the fall in my safe spot

((Do not call me that.))

Dig into the floor with my four arms and hold on tight.

[Yoink]

Timothy floated up to whisper in the tailor's ear, keeping his voice low at first, just a scratching at the back of his consciousness.
"You's a good person."
He paused a moment, then continued, letting his voice become progressively louder as he planted thoughts in the man's mind.

"Yes. You's a good person. Always doing what's right.
You likes to help people.
You's a good, helpful person, you always knew it. You's just waiting for a chance to prove it.
Out, outside there, in this town, there's people what needs help.
You should help them. You's a good person, after all. You know it.
Youse can't very well call yourself a good person if you not helping people, right?
Go to them. Help them."

>Manipulate the tailor with some creepy whispering, and compel him over to help Fred and Jim.

>Attempt some actual telepathic whispering if my normal whispering doesn't work/isn't heard.

[killerhellhound]

ok man I didn't think you would be annoyed by the name

[Harry Baldman]

In a demonologist's basement...

Luke decides to follow that horrible, horrible person that has dared to make off with his loot! He charges at the door and heads into the darkness beyond!

His next sensation is a feeling of rushing wind. And falling. Yes, he is indeed falling. From a great height, too! At least a mile above ground, he'd say.

He sees the shifty distance-stepper falling about fifty feet beneath him. Well, if he could only fall faster, he might catch him.


Inside a flying abode...

Mark momentarily becomes afraid for the integrity of his bones! Though they don't seem to be breaking from the sweet, fluffy embrace of whatever this thing is filled with, this may be but a temporary state, no? Wary of the mattress' true intentions, he lies in an uneasy impasse with the sheltering bedding.

Yorinnsud, meanwhile, digs into the floor and holds on tight as the house comes to a stop, prepared for the worst!

However, nothing happens. No, wait, something happens. The house stops. But nothing other than that. It now seems to be hanging in mid-air. That's odd.


In a cave of some sort...

Tom, not up to the task of fighting a thirteen-story killer giant bastard of some kind, decides to look for something inside.

[Search roll: 6]

Oh, would you look at that! Well, not exactly look, the cave being pitch-black and all, but Tom does feel something interesting in this cave! A skeleton! A bear skeleton! It looks fairly fresh, to tell the truth.

Tom is interrupted in his admiration of the ursine remains by the booming voice of the giant bastard outside.

"VERY GOOD. I HAVE AWAITED YOU. WHAT ARE YOUR ORDERS, MASTER? STILL THE TOTAL AND UTTER DESTRUCTION OF EVERYTHING?"


In the courtyard of Castle Wossname...

Timothy tries to whisper in the tailor's ear to get him to cooperate!

[Perceptibility roll: 2]

Nope, he's still imperceptible. That's a bummer. He had a whole mysterious voice routine worked out and everything. Well, there's still telepathy, he supposes.

[Intelligence roll: ?]

Yeah, he totally knows how to do that! It's pretty awesome, you'll see!

[Telepathy roll: 4-2]

Okay, so you can't actually telekinetically shove ideas into people's heads. Good to know.

[Gamerlord]

Burrow further into flor and wait for something to happen.

[killerhellhound]

Relax

[Yoink]

"Well, this be just inconvenients."

>Sigh with mild annoyance, then telepathically carry the tailor to Fred and Jim! He'll know what to do!

[Onyxjew944]

Assimilate with the bones. Become an Urskel.

"That would be the gist of it, yes. You wouldn't happen to know where to find some explosives, by any chance?"

[Harry Baldman]

Inside a flying house of some sort...

Yorinnsud and Mark are not entirely convinced that they are not in mortal danger, perhaps rightly so. Yorinnsud feverishly clamps into the floor while Mark relaxes in his comfy entrapment.

And yet nothing happens. They're still hanging up in the air, immobile as ever.


In the courtyard of Castle Wossname...

Timothy sighs, frustrated at the vagaries of imperceptibility. He then decides to play the hand of the gods themselves.

[Telekinesis roll: 6]

The tailor is rocketed straight across the courtyard in the approximate direction of the two miserable scarecrows!

[Tailor fall damage roll: 6]

Fortunately, the body of Jim provides a soft cushion for him to land on!

[Jim endurance roll: 6]

Jim's head suddenly bolts up and yells at the sudden impact! He does this for a few seconds before the tailor realizes that he should really get off the guy.

The tailor looks at the two scary-crows.

[Tailor helpfulness roll: 2]

"Boy, am I lucky these things were here or what? I could have been killed! I think I'll go and tell my wife and kids I love them right now!"

He runs off, unhelpful as ever.


Inside a cave of some kind...

Tom follows in the footsteps of the old masters and attempts to assimilate with the bear skeleton, becoming something more than either man or bear alone!

[Intelligence roll: ?]

Okay, so he'll need to stick himself on there. Probably attach his spine somewhere. That's how these things always work, right?

[Assimilation roll: 2]

Well. Apparently they don't. Apparently you can't just plop your spine down on a skeleton without any tools and expect some kind of miracle to happen. How unfortunate.

He hears the giant bastard outside say something. Because, really, with a voice like that, how couldn't you.

"QUESTS? I COULD AID YOU IN YOUR QUESTS, IF YOU SO DESIRE. I CAN PLACE YOU ON MY SHOULDER, IF YOU ARE SUFFICIENTLY CAREFUL. SHOULD YOU FALL, I WILL NOT BE ABLE TO CATCH YOU WITHOUT SIGNIFICANTLY HURTING YOU."

There is a brief pause.

"OKAY THEN. ON WE GO TO DESTROY ALL."

Another pause and the unmistakable sound of the giant bastard moving around.

"WHERE TO?"

[Gamerlord]

Wait until something happens.