Some of the more intellectual of the former cannibals gravitate to Radsworth, each seeking to pay his deepest respects and express his lifelong gratitude, and even devotion to, if Radsworth will take them into his service.
Among these men are 3 former carpenters, a former electrician, a former auto mechanic, a former biology professor at USF, a former dean of a local public high school, and a former director at the Sarasota Opera House. Certainly not the ignorant louts Radsworth initially took the whole lot of cannibals for....
A group of four young men, no more than 15 or 16 years old, seem obsessed with Kinyama, believing him to be a spirit from Japanese mythology and popular manga....
Are you a true kitsune? How old are you?
Can you assume any human form, or just the one you're in now?
How about oni? I guess they exist, too, huh?
Before the Apocalypse, I played a dank kitsune ninja in my buddy Ray's Pathfinder campaign.... He was f*%!in' über broken, Ray hated him, it was sweet.... I wonder if the other guys all got eaten by now....
Suddenly empowered and liberated by the heroic defiance of Team Lido, the cannibals erupt in a frenzy of rage and storm the third-floor beachfront suite, exacting a savage but righteous vengeance on the monster that so terrorized them for so long!
They rush past Team Lido and mount the stairs, brandishing clubs and knives....
Some pause briefly to touch their heroes as they pass on their way to wreak vengeance....
The Thing Under the Balcony wrote: Mephos - Subject 210 wrote: grease on the wall that it's standing on.
dc 17 ref
Reflex save 1d20+5
The Thing's eight spindly legs perform a wild dance on the greasy wall under its balcony, but it struggles to maintain its purchase.... A peal of riotous laughter thunders from the crowd of cannibals and skanks....
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Derrik Stonesmith wrote: Derrik also comes out of the ethereal plan holding the creatures head in his gauntlet-ed hand raise high
" If this is your master.. we are his slayers know that if you touch one Hair on this woman's head.. Your deaths shall be slower... back down and you might be spared"
[dice=Intimidate] 1d20 + 4
[dice=Initiative] 1d20 + 4
A collective gasp of shock and amazement erupts from every patio and balcony of the Sandcastle!
It... It's The Crawler! They killed it!!
A moment of hushed murmurs of awe....
The cannibals fall down on their knees, or even completely prone, sobbing or laughing hysterically at the sudden realization of their freedom from the vile Crawler Between Dimensions!
Initiative 1d20 - 1 ⇒ (10) - 1 = 9
The sliding glass door of the nearest ground-floor unit slides open quickly, and five cannibals spill out, leering at Kate with bad intent....
The one who opened the door, a scrawny ginger with glasses and a hard-on, wants to lead the rush on the startled Kate, but four others push past him with single moves, bringing them to within 10 ft of Kate, but not quite upon her yet....
Oh yeah, baby, you're a sweet little piece of poon buffet, ain't ya! squawks a wild-eyed goon with braces and spiky blond hair....
No sooner does this happen, then two more sliding doors slide open, disgorging another ten cannibals, hellbent on raping and then eating Kate!
On the Material Plane, scores of hungry eyes stare through sliding glass doors at the pretty young thing in the front parking lot, standing all alone....
Stealth checks with +4 due to improved cover, modified for distance (curtains and reflective glass) 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (20) + 5 = 25....
They watch from between drawn curtains....
The cannibals gawk in wide-eyed terror at the balconies on the second and third floors of the hotel. All are still and quiet, as if spellbound by the raspy voice in the air....
Dr. Hugo Grimm wrote: Haven't you ever wondered what barbeque monster tastes like. You had several rifles, you should have just shot it from a distance and then served it up.
How do you shoot what you can't see, mister? The Thing just says some mumbo jumbo with that prickly voice, and BAM!! It's gone! If its feeling nice, it'll just put ya out of your misery with a bolt of lightning, and THERE IT IS AGAIN!!!! But if it's feeling ornery, it might stay invisible and play with ya for a little while....
Me too! I want some real food.... not a finger, or a toe.... Some f!&$in' Taco Bell for Christ's sake! I will never call Taco Bell dog-food again.... HA! HA! HA! HA! HA! HA! HA! HA! HA!!!!
The cannibals laugh like braying mules....
Dr. Hugo Grimm wrote: You, bring us beer, food, medical supplies and weapons and we will kill it.
Beer? HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH!!!
The few cannibals still standing seem to find this somehow hilarious, as they break into gales of delirious laughter....
You say you want food? HEE-HEE-HEE-HEE-HEE-HEE-HEE-HEE-HEE-HEE-HEE-HEE!!!!!!
The rough, jarring laughter of the cannibals echoes in the tennis court and pool area....
The cannibals throw down their clubs and cower before the land team.
Please, help us! We.... We don't wanna be slaves to the Thing Under the Balcony anymore.... We wanna eat pizza, and chicken, and drink beer instead of blood....
The cannibals scream in terror as the magical tattoo on Mephos' arm becomes a real scorpion and bites one on the foot! 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (5) + 1 = 6 Fort save....
Simultaneously, another four cannibals emerge from the second closest ground floor room, exiting the patio door and double moving around to confront Grimm, Mephos, Kate, and Koran, clubs in hand!
One of the cannibals is knocked unconscious by his fall down the stairs. The other three rise, one drawing an attack of opportunity from Koran as he tries to disentangle himself from his fallen fellows in the heap of cannibals at the bottom of the stairs....
One attacks Grimm 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (1) + 2 = 3 dmg 1d6 + 2 ⇒ (4) + 2 = 6 but misses....
One attacks Koran 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (6) + 2 = 8 dmg 1d6 + 3 ⇒ (4) + 3 = 7 but misses....
The third gets up and moves 10 ft closer to within reach of Dr Grimm.
Four more club-wielding cannibals come running to the top of the stairs and right into Mephos' conjured grease slick!
1d20 - 1 ⇒ (6) - 1 = 5
1d20 - 1 ⇒ (15) - 1 = 14
1d20 - 1 ⇒ (11) - 1 = 10
1d20 - 1 ⇒ (12) - 1 = 11
As they are comically slipping and flailing before the inevitable crash down the stairs, Mephos' bolt catches the nearest on the right in the shoulder and he screams as they all four pitch headlong down the remaining 10 ft of stairs....
2d6 ⇒ (2, 3) = 5 falling dmg
2d6 ⇒ (5, 6) = 11 falling dmg
2d6 ⇒ (1, 6) = 7 falling dmg
2d6 ⇒ (2, 4) = 6 falling dmg
....landing prone in a tangled heap atop the other fallen cannibals!
The cannibal with the Grateful Dead shirt roars and swings his club at Dr Grimm....
1d20 + 2 ⇒ (9) + 2 = 11 ....missing.
Michael Johnson 66 wrote: Dr. Hugo Grimm wrote: Grimm chooses stealth as he contemplates using a bomb and drops his morningstar and aims his loaded crossbow to attack the lead cannibal. [DICE =shot]1d20+4+1
[Dice=damage]1d10
Seeing Mephos drop two cannibals with his sleep spell, Dr Grimm levels his crossbow at a cannibal in a Grateful Dead T-shirt and fires a bolt that pierces the goon's stomach. AAAH!!! Dude! That f~@~ing hurt! And this is my best Grateful Dead shirt, man!!
Mephos - Subject 210 wrote: mephos steps back 30ft and sleeps one of the cannibals.
DC 18 will please.
Now why would one girl need all four of them?
Will save 1d20 - 1 ⇒ (12) - 1 = 11
Will save 1d20 - 1 ⇒ (4) - 1 = 3
Two cannibals adjacent to each other come into Mephos' LoS. Both fail to resist his enchantment and collapse near the others.
Four more cannibals emerge from behind the topless girl, menacing the land team with clubs....
Double move out of the hotel and toward the stair, menacing Mephos, Grimm, and Kate with clubs. Koran leaps down the stairs and makes one of the cannibals' head explode like a watermelon at a Gallager show!
Initiative 1d20 - 1 ⇒ (8) - 1 = 7
Dr. Hugo Grimm wrote: If you come with us and cooperate, you will never have to risk being fed to the monsters. If not? Then that is surely your fate, I will see to it personally.
Grimm explains harshly putting the gag back.
The incapacitated cannibal shakes his head and struggles weakly, seeing that you intend to take him captive.... His eyes roll back and he falls limp, unconscious from pain and internal bleeding.
Dr. Hugo Grimm wrote: Come clean with us or we feed you to the monsters at the police station
F%*~! It hurts.... Okay, okay.... There's also.... The Thing Under the Balcony! I.... God only knows what the f@*@ing thing is.... It's like a.... black-skinned, red-eyed demon from the waist up.... but from the waist down, it's like a giant spider from one of them s+#@ty sci-fi channel movies!! And it eats one of us every night if we don't bring it a sacrifice!! It.... It sucks the blood and juices out.... Leaves a dried-up husk that looks like one of them mummies at the museum!
N-no! No! She's lying, I swear there.... There ain't nothing else! Please, just kill me quick! P-please!
The shaking and sobbing cannibal looks up at the balconies overlooking the tennis court and pool on the upper floors of the hotel building, as if expecting some dreaded doom to strike from above....
Koran "The Hammer" wrote: Now just so we're clear here, if you are lying to us I will slowly crush both of your legs and then work up your torso until I get to your rib cage at which point all of your vital organs will be crushed. The cannibal goes even paler, and sweat beads on his face. He groans from the pain of his internal injuries.
I swear! I ain't lying! Just.... please, make it quick, sir! *Sob*
I want the big fella to do it with his big hammer, make it quick and painless.... I don't wanna live in this f*+!ed-up world anymore anyway....
The cannibal begins to shake and sob.
The incapacitated cannibal stares up at Koran with a haunted look in his eyes, trembling and pale.
Go ahead! Kill me, too! I....I've done terrible things....
The four cannibals double move down the walk and onto the top 10 ft of stairs....
There they aAAAAARRREE!!! Reflex save 1d20 - 1 ⇒ (13) - 1 = 12
W-w-woah!!! Reflex save 1d20 - 1 ⇒ (13) - 1 = 12
Ha! Look at Joe dancin' .... Yipe! Now I'm dancin' too! Reflex save 1d20 - 1 ⇒ (3) - 1 = 2
Quit fooling around and g--woah horsey!! Reflex save 1d20 - 1 ⇒ (18) - 1 = 17
The first three cannibals to hit the greased steps stagger comically in a vain attempt to regain balance before crashing onto the stairs and tumbling down, taking 2d6 ⇒ (6, 5) = 11, 2d6 ⇒ (4, 5) = 9, and 2d6 ⇒ (2, 5) = 7 falling damage. The fourth manages to regain his balance and stops on the top step, watching with a mix of alarm and mirth as his companions roll down and land in a heap at the bottom of the stairs (where Kate takes an ineffectual swing at one).
One fallen cannibal is knocked unconscious by the fall, another so badly hurt he is incapacitated, and the third is prone but stirring.
Initiative 1d20 - 1 ⇒ (16) - 1 = 15
Perception 1d20 ⇒ 18
Perception 1d20 ⇒ 4
Perception 1d20 ⇒ 20 Hey, I think there's someone down there....
Perception 1d20 ⇒ 16 Probably just Tyler, they wouldn't have followed us, would they?
Shhh! C'mon, let's check it out....
Mephos - Subject 210 wrote: Mephos casts sleep on the guard.
DC 18
Will save 1d20 ⇒ 13
"I'll bet that big bastard tastes like beef ...." ZZZZZZZ .... ZZZZZZZ.....ZZZZZZ
The cannibal slumps over the desk asleep.
On the office side of the desk, a lone lookout is gazing, slack-jawed and gibbering quietly to himself, out at the parking lot, but he does not seem to notice the approaching land team. He cradles a rifle in his arms and slowly paces behind the desk.
Perception 1d20 ⇒ 3
Those freaks were sexy....
I wonder what the big grey one tastes like....
"W-wait a second.... These are some kinda freaks! Look at these guys' skin and eyes.... And muscles....."
The cannibals suddenly seem to sense that the fight has gone against them, as half of them lie sprawled out dying on the ground.
The rest turn and withdraw from combat, fleeing back to the northwest from whence they came.
Lakra wrote: Just going to post to get it posted, I know I'm going last but I don't want to get skipped and/or hold everything up. It looks like there will still be plenty to play with when my turn comes.
Lakra takes a five foot step back from the redneck cannibals and draws his axe. He looks over the shoulder of the slacker-jawed of the two yokels attacking him and screams "PAM ANDERSON!" at the top of his lungs.
Feint attempt vs 10+ (Sense Motive or Wis mod) 1d20+9 Hopefully flatfooting the creep against my next attack
1d20 - 1 ⇒ (9) - 1 = 8 Sense Motive
"Really!?" The slacker-jawed creep turns to see if Miss Anderson is really there, exposing his neck.....
1d20 + 2 ⇒ (12) + 2 = 14 1d6 + 2 ⇒ (2) + 2 = 4
1d20 + 2 ⇒ (16) + 2 = 18 1d6 + 2 ⇒ (6) + 2 = 8
Two clubs strike Radsworth, knocking him unconscious!
1d20 + 2 ⇒ (20) + 2 = 22 1d6 + 2 ⇒ (4) + 2 = 6
1d20 + 2 ⇒ (6) + 2 = 8 1d6 + 2 ⇒ (3) + 2 = 5
1d20 + 2 ⇒ (16) + 2 = 18 1d6 + 2 ⇒ (1) + 2 = 3
To confirm crit 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (6) + 2 = 8
Kinyama is struck twice for a total of 9 bludgeoning dmg.
And two more break away to rush at Professor Radsworth.
"He looks just like my psych professor at USF!"
"Let's skin him slow!"
"By the van!! What the f%&@ is that thing!? Is that a fox-cowboy!?"
"Boobies!! Boobies!! I wanna see some f~&+in boobies!!"
"Guts, baby, guts!"
Three cannibals rush over to assault Kinyama, triggering his readied shot....
Two break off the main mob to rush at Lakra....
1d20 + 2 ⇒ (1) + 2 = 3 1d6 + 2 ⇒ (6) + 2 = 8
1d20 + 2 ⇒ (12) + 2 = 14 1d6 + 2 ⇒ (6) + 2 = 8
....but the mutated teenager is too fast for them, and nimbly dodges their clumsy swings.
Attack 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (5) + 2 = 7 Damage 1d6 + 2 ⇒ (3) + 2 = 5
Attack 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (5) + 2 = 7 Damage 1d6 + 2 ⇒ (4) + 2 = 6
Attack 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (3) + 2 = 5 Damage 1d6 + 2 ⇒ (4) + 2 = 6
Attack 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (16) + 2 = 18 Damage 1d6 + 2 ⇒ (6) + 2 = 8
Attack 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (19) + 2 = 21 Damage 1d6 + 2 ⇒ (1) + 2 = 3
Attack 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (15) + 2 = 17 Damage 1d6 + 2 ⇒ (2) + 2 = 4
Attack 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (7) + 2 = 9 Damage 1d6 + 2 ⇒ (2) + 2 = 4
Attack 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (10) + 2 = 12 Damage 1d6 + 2 ⇒ (1) + 2 = 3
Koran finds himself encircled by 8 cannibals, all flailing at him with their clubs--three solid blows from different directions rain down on "The Hammer", for a total of 15 bludgeoning damage....
"Fresh meat!" shouts a man wearing another man's face for a mask.
"Grits n' eggs!" screams a second man.
"I get the girl!" shouts the man wearing a child's head as a necklace.
The club-wielding goons clamber through the gap between the driving entrance and the row of trees that frame the park, converging around Koran, and swinging their table-legs and baseball bats with wild abandon.
Attack 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (4) + 2 = 6 damage 1d6 + 1 ⇒ (4) + 1 = 5
Attack 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (9) + 2 = 11 damage 1d6 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 1 = 2
Attack 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (8) + 2 = 10 damage 1d6 + 1 ⇒ (2) + 1 = 3
The tall Koran evades three attacks in quick succession, but feels the air brush his face as the clubs come whistling around, and smells the stink of rotten meat and unwashed bodies exuded by this mob of deranged survivors.
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