It's all comfy being folded up like this. Like when I was in that egg.
Try to use my tail to start myself spinning around the roll axis. Whee!
(5) you get going really fast, and the world opens up before you. It's BIG!
Start filling out the forms, curse bureaucracy
(3) soooo tedious. you eventually finish up and hand the stack back.
"Woo! Suffer, bitch!"
Punctuate my statement with a groin stomp to make sure he won't get back up. Then keep moving, keep both other goblins in my sight. Try to maneuver them so I can attack one at a time.
Groin stomp auto succeeds, and that gobbo is out for the count. (2) But you are rushed by the other two. No time to separate them now!
Stow the Arbalist so the strings don't get wet, and pick my axe back up.
Stow? Another intelligence roll, then. (3) You chuck the Arbalest off to the side, toward what looks like firm ground, slightly above the level of the swamp. (1) you miss, and the Arbalest sinks with an unsatisfying plop! (4) and you plunge headfirst into the water to fish out your muck-laden Axe. You stand, covered in grime. Your axe is likewise grimy. And the enemy is upon you once more.
automatically lose the fight
Uh oh.
Thanks, I guess? The freedom thing I offered was total bullshit since I was also a prisoner and was going to leave them there once my enemy was dead but your reasoning makes sense.
When did I get the brand? I thought they were going to eat me, not recruit me. I mean, it makes sense that he wouldn't know if no one told him about it at all but maybe someone should have warned him about that kind of thing? Sorry if I'm being annoying about this. I'm not trying to make you correct stuff, I'm just somewhat confused about everything. You don't have to explain anything.
At least I'm not dead. Thanks.
I just think that this outcome was a bit worse than the other but I also feel bad that you retconed it to try to help me so I feel bad,
so I don't know what to think about this and makes me feel very confused. Again,
sorry.
IC, everyone knows about the brands. you get yours before being transported to the Omega Base. It identifies you as an 0mega. That means you were already conscripted into the Legion. It's how you got here. If you prefer, I'll antiretcon and let you fight with seven and a half tentacles against three angry crocs and a raging troll. No rematches if you keep the retcon instead.
Also, don't worry about it. If you get confused, ask. People here will help, or I will. I'm not trying to make the game unpleasant. Really. No, really.
Hmmm...I'm not sure if I'm to go on that kind of a mission...but since you brought it up I might like to try it out, so I'll be asking around about how to get there and (maybe) who can go with. That being said, I accept your offer with thanks and a promise to repay you upon my return...if any and if I manage to find something to repay you with...depending on what you prefer.
Say it and...well I guess wait for a reply...
"Well, keep an eye out for exotic ingredients, obviously. I'll collect fro mwhat you return with. Otherwise, I'l collect a favor later." You recieve the potions and whatever that I said you were getting. Put them in your character sheet.
"... as for training in 'not dying,' well, there are so may ways to die. It would take forever to train you against all that."
"Well... I been doin' a fair-good job'f it so far, by my reckonings."
Thrips attempted a wry, dashing grin as he spoke, the kind of expression he imagined a seasoned adventurer would wear, but the effect was no doubt mostly ruined by his lacklustre enunciation and wildly careening lazy eye.
Thrips attempts to crack a joke, before embarking on a training course consisting of a mixture of options B and C.
Pure "B" is tempting, but it would be nice if he could gain some useful skills as opposed/in addition to advanced basket-weaving or trigonometry or whatever gag skills the GM's twisted mind is likely to come up with.
His wry grin is also marred by a sudden, inexplicable bout of drool, which, unfortunately, is punctuated by a loud, violent sneeze. "I'b so sorry" Thrips mutters in the general direction of his victims.
"So, you want to be trained, eh?" A voice asks rhetorically. Thrips looks around, up, down, and isnide his own pockets looking for the owner of the voice. "is that you, God?"
"I've been called worse things." A man materializes beside Thrips. Well, to be honest, maybe the guy was there the whole time? hard to say really. But before Thrips can really piece together what just happened, the man begins to talk, and Thrips begins to listen. Before he knows it, Thrips is alone again, standing on a cliff overlooking the Omega Base, with a rather confused memory of the trip up. He does remember that he has a task now. He must bring the contents of a troll's pockets to ... someone. In the dining hall. In one hour.
((training commenced for thievery and persuasion. Thrips is excellent at being unnoticed, and pretty solid at humanoid interaction, so he's getting a crash course in that as well. Isuppose you could leverage your cooking ability to alchemy or potions if you really want to though))
"Hrm. A poacher? A hunter who hunts with disregard to human laws? You have a funny sense of right and wrong."
((This is my bad, Druidic is hard to actually translate, though Dar would have used it to express that term, since it doesn't really exist in English. Fix'd, in this post.))
As he always does when he meets a new being, Dar will examine its nature and try to determine what it is, and where its origins lie. While doing so...
Dar stops struggling, but bristles at the insult, his eyes narrowing dangerously. After carefully considering his words for several seconds, he replies sarcastically in druidic. "Jat, Quara popurka Qothasa hazura. Bo Rhogurirenrij va kor jajo, dov?"
He continues to glare for several seconds after that question, but eventually gives a defeated sigh--which comes out as a hiss. "What does it demand of this one? Cat is defeated, it is aware."
(5) Well, Dar learns that it's a sapient tree - ancient by the standards of all living things, though this particular treant may not be considered old by it's own kind. This one's origins are on an intersect plane between the Prime plane and the plane of Sunlit Rock. A plane full of greenery, full of energy. A plane of solidity and permanence. Dar notes that this creature is very much linked with nature. Even Omega base seems more alive whee he walks. More real, more permanent. Dart senses this one's link to Omega is a link of vibrancy and power. Furthermore, Dar knows clearly that this one is very much his superior in service to Nature.
"Defeated? Ah, captured and conquered in battle. Yes, you are that. You were defeated the moment that Mark appeared on your skin and fur. But what I seek is not defeat, but victory. You are corrupted. You have become poisonous, an erosion of life.
Hrmm. There is a place for such within the Circle of Being. Yes. A virus is also a part of Nature. Does that appeal to you? You, who once loved? Who once protected? Wil you now tear apart all around you in your bitterness?"The Treant places Dar on a soft bed of grass, next to a small pool of clear water.
"Do you hunger, little predator?""Reply: Negative. This unit is currently running the messenger parameters to deliver to designation:[Professor Dask].
Gratitude: Thank you for your time."
That went smoothly/ Go over to Professor Dask's office now that I know where it is, and politely knock.
You do so. After a moment of shuffling and an indistinct response form within, the door opens. A lean, tall humanoid with liquid green hair pouring down his shoulders, and bright yellow eyes looks out at you. "Good afternoon. May I help you?"
((Ozarck, where are youuuu? 
Come back to us, please. I promise we'll be good.
Edit: omg he's online! He came back! Hooray! c:))
oops, sorry.
((Now that I remember, what happened to Grunts: Second Wave?))
I got overwhelmed. I really enjoy Grunts, but it is a lot of GM work, especially in addition to Omega. If this game ends, I will consider taking Grunts up again.
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