Thunk the Barbarian |
Thunks head perks up at the question and looks around. "Hold on." he says to Vivian. He walks into the next room with the sleeping Orc, approaches him, and looks for any weaponry on the guard. If there is none, he'll knock on the guards helmet/forehead. If there is, he'll take the weapon (what roll would you need?) before knocking. "Hello! Wake up please. We all lost. Where are we?"
Manet |
Manet wanders forth until he comes to a large room filled with an odd assortment of scantily clad people.
"So. You all had the good sense to keep your small clothes, I see." The old man sighs.
"I am Manet, and now you know you know me better than I'd like. How do we get out of here?"
DM-Salsa |
Sleight of Hand to take the weapon, but anything above a 0 is not going to be noticed by him.
Roused? DC 0: 1d20 - 20 ⇒ (13) - 20 = -7
The orc continues to snore. Blissfully unaware that Thunk now has his mace.
Lulu Yordle |
Lulu had yelled a Hello. but as is common in her experience, creatures of the fey world seldom get noticed or heard except by small children. ans seeing this group assembled is a menagare of adults. its pretty much expected theat her greeting go unheard.
seeing the group gather at the other end, she looks to Pix, well whatever is down there is really interesting, maybe they found my hat?
Lulu dances her way down the other end of the room, i wish I could fly again, like back in the glade.
As lulu makes her way to the group pausing everyso often to change the colers of the floor or walls, or whatever else she feels like touching, Pix flutters on ahead.
flying over the heads of the group gathered.
to everyone that may want to notice the tiny fairy flutters around the ceiling leaving a tiny ranbow colored trail of sprkles behind him.
Pix Eyes the sleeping guard and immediately the mischievious fey nature shines through. Pix immeditaely flutters around the guard messing with his clothes, tieing shoelaces together or to the desk (if he has shoelaces, general pranks.
Of course should Pix find Lulu's hat he will get it for her.
DM-Salsa |
Pix finds plenty of buckles to loosen, straps to tie together, and poor stitching to pop.
Results to follow if he wakes up.
Roused? DC 0: 1d20 - 20 ⇒ (19) - 20 = -1
The guard shifts and grumbles. He appears to be waking up, until a loud, wet fart echos in the room and he relaxes, the maddening snoring resuming.
Raging Thunk |
Just for kicks, SoH 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (3) + 3 = 6 Can I add the mace to inventory? We're going to find our stuff soon anyways right?
Having no luck, Thunk continues his search. Looking around the room he checks for anything to help the group. Defeated, he slumps his head and arms. "Thunk have no luck." feeling defeated, his anger starts to well up. The people were nice enough, but Thunk didn't like feeling powerless. With his blood boiling at the situation, he storms back over to the guard, (raging for one round) and brings the mace down on the sleeping brute.
Attack 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (13) + 6 = 19
Damage1d6 + 5 ⇒ (4) + 5 = 9 or 1d8 + 5 ⇒ (8) + 5 = 13 Depending on if it's light mace or heavy
"WAKE UP!!"
DM-Salsa |
It's a heavy.
With a sickening crunch, Thunk caves in the sleeping guard's head.
DM-Salsa |
"Eh, it happens" says the ghostly image of the guard that appears next to Thunk.
"Name's Klunk. I guess you lot are the new prisoners, eh?"
DM-Salsa |
He was beginning to have doubts about the integrity of this group.
"Beginning?"
DM-Salsa |
"Meh, I was getting too old for this anyways. Thanks for making it quick. The Boss tends to experiment on those of us that can't fight all that well anymore." Klunk's eyes drift down to Thunk's glowing undies and a look of utter bewilderment twists his face.
"Son, please tell me that's not because you're happy to see me."
Vivian Vitimus |
"They experiment on you?" Vivian's moustache twitches as he thinks, his brow twitching in concentration. "What kind of place is this? And who's the boss? And where can we find some clothes? The Northern-kiss is starting to get to me." He shivers, rubbing his arms.
Lulu Yordle |
Pix is rather disappointed at the loss of his new victim friend. He Flutters around Think a little like an annoying fly, except for the tiny musical tones he emits while flying and the tiny rainbow sparkle trail.
seems that Think will most likely become Pix's new "friend".
Lulu made her way to the desk looking for her hat. but her search is cut short as someone complains about the cold. Lulu goes over to Vivian, she stomps her foot on the ground and circle of light appears on the ground under Vivian's feet.
Your only cold cause your color is all wrong. the light circle moves up around Vivian then vanishes and all of Vivian's clothing (well what little clothing he is wearing) changes to a red-orange hue.
what form is Vivian currently in?
There, now, you should be warmer. like me she says proud of this little accomplishment.
DM-Salsa |
"On of these rooms should have some clean clothes. Not your old ones, since those were all used to start the last cook fire in the kitchen. I don't know what happened to the rest of your gear." The ghostly orc says.
"The Boss is the Dark Lord Malvenicus," A thunderclap rolls though the air as Klunk says the name. "AS for the place, you're at the top of the Tower of Doom," another thunderclap rolls through the stone room.
Thunk the Barbarian |
Thunk listens to the ghost, turning confused at the ominous sounding thunder claps. "Thunk try to find clothes." he says turning towards the nearest door. As he's walking away, he notices the orangishness of Vivian's clothes, grumbles to himself while glaring at Vivian, all the while never taking his eyes away, until he's in the next room.
DM-Salsa |
Thunk finds himself in a room filled with dozens of cubbyholes. Each is filled with meticulously kept records on prisoners kept in the cells you escaped from.
Vivian Vitimus |
Lulu - he's currently in human form. Hell slip out of it soon enough.
Vivian blinks as the strange girl changes the colour of his 'clothing'. "And... How will this help?" he asks curiously, mustache twitching. He jumps at the thunderclaps, looking around in alarm. "That... That was some awfully convenient timing, wasn't it?"
Joseph Bonkers |
Well. Looks like I missed some of the introductions, but oh well.
But timing is always pure coincidence isn't it? Right?
Flailing around a bit till he gets his glasses back, Joseph Bonkers fumes to him self for a while, fumbling to reset them and replace them on his head.
Looking up, he sees the guard Ah! The secretary! Great! I wanted to ask yo...
THUNK!!!
Thrunk does his "handiwork"
Ah. Well. You seem indisposed. I'll have to ask that OTHER secretary floating near you.
Hey! I want to apply for work here! I am a Mad Scientist Extraodinair and am in need of a new experemientation facility! This one will do.
Then a boom of theatrics...
well at least they got good acoustics in here. Dorkord Muffins is the CEO? Great! Can you send him a memo that I have arrived?
He then looks around at the crew. and you better add in there that some of his test subjects seemed to have escaped their pens.
DM-Salsa |
"Son," Klunk tells Joseph, "You are the test subjects." His expression is non-plussed.
Joseph Bonkers |
Unfazed, Ah, see that's where your mistaken. I came applying to be a scientist, not a test subject. You guys seemed to have gotten that wrong and threw me in with Them
He thumbs the others in the room
If you just point me towards Mr. DorKord McMuffins and I'll get it sorted out.
Really, its not your fault, those of limited inteligence suffer from these kinds of mistakes, so don't feel too bad.
he's not winning any friends right now :(
Also, that's how we get test subjects right? They volunteer right?
Thunk the Barbarian |
Thunk browses through all the cupboards looking for clothes or anything the group can use. It all seems to be writing though. Cubby after cubby, page after page. He can't make any of it out. Papers are strewn all over the floor. Anxiety starts to build as he quickly walks back to the other room. He's visibly sweating at this point as he heads back towards the others. "Thunk needs help. Thunk found lots of words but no clothes. Thunk don't know what they say."
Lulu Yordle |
Lulu - he's currently in human form. Hell slip out of it soon enough.
Vivian blinks as the strange girl changes the colour of his 'clothing'. "And... How will this help?" he asks curiously, mustache twitching. He jumps at the thunderclaps, looking around in alarm. "That... That was some awfully convenient timing, wasn't it?"
regarding the color question Well silly that is the color of warm. and now you should feel warmer...its all a state of mind really. your cold cause you wanna be cold, now I make your clothes, errr, what you have left as clothes, warm using the magic of color. now, you are warm cause you believe in the magic.
lulu does not jump at the thunder, but Pix got scared...and flies onto Lulu's head looking for her hat.
funny thing, I misspelled Thunk as Think in lulu's last post so Thunk had no idea what happened to him.
Lulu looks to Thunk, Well silly that's cause words don't talk, so they can't say anything. Lulu skips on over to the room Thunk was at looking over the mess.
all the same color, how will this place ever be organized.
Lulu gathers up some random papers and checks them out.
she holds some up to her ear just in case they do talk
DM-Salsa |
Unfazed, Ah, see that's where your mistaken. I came applying to be a scientist, not a test subject. You guys seemed to have gotten that wrong and threw me in with Them
He thumbs the others in the room
If you just point me towards Mr. DorKord McMuffins and I'll get it sorted out.
Really, its not your fault, those of limited inteligence suffer from these kinds of mistakes, so don't feel too bad.
he's not winning any friends right now :(
Also, that's how we get test subjects right? They volunteer right?
"Hey pal, the mistake happened above my pay grade then. You'll want to talk to HR about that." The ghost of Klunk says before another ghostly figure appears. This one in the form of a woman in black, hooded robes and carrying a scythe.
"Stop flappin' yer gums and c'mon already! I've got another thirty guards, some idiot mad scientist, and a sentient bush to guide to the afterlife today." She says as she grabs the back of Klunk's neck and drags him through the ceiling.
You defeat a sleeping guard and found some clothes. Take 100 xp each.
Joseph Bonkers |
Huh. Well that wasnt helpful. Hmmm. Well what do we have around here?
Joseph will then head into one of the oher rooms, turns out it is a storeroom. Searching around a bit he finds and dons a set of clothes (a shirt, overcoat/cloak, sturdy boots, thick pants and a belt, for that scrawny waist)
There no longer naked, still not quite right but it will do. He then rummages around and collects the cooking kit and the flint and steel. I know exactly what I have to do with this! The start of my new alchemy kit! Ehehehehehe!!!
Satisfied with that, he reemerges from the room and sees Thrunk come out of the room opposite, talking about words.
And no stealing my glasses!!!
He then goes into the room and collects a handful of papers, reading them and commiting them to memory. Knowledge is power! Best know who my test subjects are. he then gathers up as many as he can and neatly stacks them, taking them back to the other room.
With that work completed he had a crude formula book!!
If there is enough sheets he will make a second, a spellbook for manet.
Next he will take a piece of tinder and shape it with the kitchen knife to form a crude pencil. Then he will take some of the spices from the cooking set, dark ones like pepper, and crushes them, adding them to the pot, adds a tiny bit of water (or piss if he has none), stirs it, then sives it through a piece of cloth, wringing it out and leaving only the dark sludge left, and has makeshift ink! His final touch, writing
"FORMULA BOOK
EHEHEHEHE!!"
I have a task for you. I notice you have some small amount of magical control over colour. I need you to change the colour of this coat to white and write a logo on it. Can you do that?
And with that Joseph is now set! Wearing his orange goggles white labcoat with the logo
"ArC Indistries.
We Create, You Debate!"
Here. A spellbook to help you here. Also, there is a storeroom full of clothes over there.
Now dont say i didnt help you when the roll-call comes around for volunteers!
perception check: 1d20 - 6 ⇒ (17) - 6 = 11
I got above zero!! I got above 10 o.O
Also, let me guess. I find a pen?
He is looking for anything mundane, anything that he can convert, scrounge or repurpose for his needs. He is smart. You would be surprised what he can use!
Phew! A whirlwind of activity but now thats done with :) anyone can look at any spoiler, its just ment for ease of sight :)
DM-Salsa |
Thunk the Barbarian |
Thunk smiles as he quickly walks past Joseph. "Words all yours. Thunk don't like them." He then heads in to the room with the clothing, getting dressed in the clothes that seem strangely made for him. A pair of hide bracers (purely cosmetic), an elk tooth necklace, a hooded top with quills and bones sewed into the fabric, belt, and a pair of makeshift boots. Thunk then grabs the battle axe from the room, putting the heavy mace on his belt. He pats the mace on his side. "Thunk be sure and show you great honor Krunk." Finally he felt a semblance of comfort. This tower was nothing that he'd been used to, but the clothes made him feel at ease again. He breathed deep after meeting the others again. He was in a comfortable skin.
"Me Thunk. Sorry if I make you scared, but I do my best to help."
Vivian Vitimus |
Vivian blinks at Lulu's explanation, scratching behind one of his ears - an ear that slowly elongates, taking on a grey-furred, pointed shape. "Well,that's most peculiar. You know, I think it might be helping, though." He grins at Lulu, following Thunk into the room with the clothes.
He's most surprised to find that the clothing suits his tastes - perfectly fitted to him and everything. As he dresses, humming to himself, his face and body change slowly - his face elongates, taking on a decidedly sleek, canine silhouette; his moustache elongates into impressive whiskers; and his body sprouts sleek, silver-grey fur.
He dresses himself in his new cold-weather clothes - all wool and sheepskin in northern styles, dyed in shades of tan and blue. He buckles the rapier around his waist, takes a couple of daggers, and rejoins the others, humming happily to himself.
"Well," he beams, rubbing his hands together and blinking at the group. "It seems we're all in this together. Where shall we head to? And worry not, Thunk; after living with the raiders of the north, not much scares me anymore!"
Though he acts casually, it might come off as somewhat strange that he's transformed from a middle-aged man to a humanoid fox.
Veegal Slimtail |
"Stop flappin' yer gums and c'mon already! I've got another thirty guards, some idiot mad scientist, and a sentient bush to guide to the afterlife today." She says as she grabs the back of Klunk's neck and drags him through the ceiling.
Veegal looks in awe as a personification of death takes away the ghost of the man he had just seen murdered. Now he'd seen pretty much everything.
Upon discovery of the clothes, Veegal is extremely relieved. He dons an explorer's outfit and takes a cold weather outfit just in case. Is it still cold in here?
Upon the discovery of weapons, he jumps for joy and claps his hands! Veegal looks frantically about for a bow, an arrow, just SOMETHING he can shoot instead of stab or hit with.
Perception: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (14) + 8 = 22
Even if he does find something else, Veegal will take a shortsword and two daggers just in case.
DM-Salsa |
Yes, it is still very cold. (It's about 35 degrees Fahrenheit)
Sadly, there's no bow and no arrows.
Waiting on Manet and Lulu.
Lulu Yordle |
Lulu obliges Joseph with the color, funny, cause White is the color of divination. but I also believe that it the color without color. and without color, we have a blank canvas to create, but in order to create we need....nevermind Lulu realizes she is rambling so she just makes a motion like she is holding a staff to touch his coat, but realizes there is no staff. so she quickly fins anything that she can.
grabbing a sword, she pokes Joseph and his coat turns White. with a tiny red dot where the sword poked him.
she waves her hand and the red dot goes away, but a second later it comes back. she waves her hand again and it goes away, but a second later it comes back...she seems to be getting frustreated and keeps this ritual up going faster and faster.
the poke is from Joseph getting a little cut from the sword (no damage) If he isn't wearing it at the time the effect is the same, but instead she poked a rat that was under the coat. that is up to Jospeh
also is there a small sized staff around?
DM-Salsa |
Nope, and no hat. I've decided to have that show up at a suitable hilarious time.
DM-Salsa |
Going ahead, it doesn't look like Manet's going to post anytime soon. :(
After everyone has gotten clothed and armed, the only place left to explore is down the long hallway. It continues for exactly 4207 feet before turning right and opening up into a large chamber with eight statues that depict a noble wizard cast various spells. All of the stautes have been defaced somehow. Some have twirly mustaches and pointy goatees painted on. Others have "Malvenicus is a pile o' poo!" scratched into the pedestal. One has an oversized clown wig and clown makeup on it. The others, have less savory images and slogans added to them.
After a minute you hear the sound of footsteps echoing from the other end of the room.
Map place yourselves on it please.
Lulu Yordle |
know magic stuff: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (7) + 7 = 14
Understand magic stuff: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (13) + 8 = 21
Lulu was looking at all the different markings and adding a few of her own when the sounds of footsteps is heard.
she quickly starts to make the statues different colors, for each school of magic to match the spell they are casting.
evertime I think of the scene I think of this scene
Thunk the Barbarian |
Thunk walks into the room staring at the statues. He doesn't understand magic that much, so the forms of the statues are lost on him. He quickly searches the room for his lost fuzzy friends. "Hoppy. Squint. Where you go?" Thunk is front center. Also, did anybody claim the medium armor? I don't want to be a loot glutton but thunk is really meant to be a front man in combat. Also, squint is Thunk's favorite Sugar-Glider
Veegal Slimtail |
Veegal looks a the scene, but thinks very little of it. That is, until sound starts coming down the hallway. Veegal readies a dagger in his hand, wondering if their true challenge has just begun...
I I think you're the only one who can wear Medium Armor, so Thunk is more than welcome to it.
Vivian Vitimus |
Skalds get medium armour proficiency, yeah. That said, what we have is medium-sized studded leather - light armour. I'm happy for Thunk to have it (though I know I'll regret saying that as soon as Vivian charges into battle recklessly).
Also, Lulu, that scene helps me imagine what you're doing. "I kinda like this one, Bob... leave it."
Knowledge (arcana): 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (19) + 1 = 20
Vivian blinks at Lulu as she starts changing the colours of the statues. "What... what are you-" he begins, then his nose twitches as he recognizes the auras of the statues. "Oh, that's very clever," he grins, showing his pointed teeth. "Excellent thinking."
As he's about to try to identify the purpose of the statues, he hears the footsteps, looking around in alrm. He draws the rapier from his hip, holding it somewhat awkwardly - and eyeing Thunk's axe enviously.
DM-Salsa |
Paging Mr. Bonkers. Paging Mr. Bonkers. You presence is requested on page two of the gameplay thread.
DM-Salsa |
The footsteps get louder until an elf with skin the color of midnight, white hair, and azure eyes comes from the back of the massive pillar.
"Please! Help me!" she begs.
Now the sounds of taunts and shouts can be heard. Apparently whatever was chasing her was getting close.
Manet, though, will not get to see it. As soon as the dark-skinned elf finishes her plea, his clothing suddenly transforms into a miniskirt and a sailor-fuku shirt. His hair is put up into pigtails, and a portal opens beneath him long enough for four tentacles to reach through and grab him.
It's all over in a second and in the strange silence that follows, the elf looks at the others and holds up her hands defensively.
"I have no idea what just happened."
I don't know what's more disturbing, the fact that I decided a plane full of tentacle monster exists, or that I put the crotchety old man in a school-girl sailor outfit then opened a portal to it under him.
Veegal Slimtail |
Veegal looks to the elf, looks at the place where Manet had just been standing, and then looks to the rest of the party.
He then shrugs, dagger still in-hand.
This seems par for the course by now, he thought, referencing the scoring system in Vanaran sport of ਗੋਲਫ, which translated approximately to "Good luck finding your ball in the jungle, sucker!"
Joseph Bonkers |
I think Manet would be hapy now. He has clothes :) I also think the walls are a little happier now too >_>
sorry, stress has been really high this week and posting has been less than normal.
K. Arcana: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (10) + 10 = 20
Ah. The 8 schools of magic. Abjuration, Conjuration, Enchantment, Evocation, Illusion, Necromancy and Transmutation. But there seems to be something wrong with them.
Just then, Manet who was standing right behind Joseph gets pulled through a portal into certain doom. However, Joseph seems completely oblivious and indeed, has already forgotten he existed.
I wonder what it could be? Ah! I figured it out! The one casting the abjuration is holding the wand wrong!
Oh, hello there Elf. I didn't see you there. What's your name?
Int check to remember if he read her name in his stack of papers: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (7) + 4 = 11
Joseph will be in the middle, in the "party here" square, with Monet previously behind him. He is unarmed and unprepared for combat :)
Side point. Wonder if anyone can spot the mistake?