Inlaa's DCC Page's page

Firstly, I’m going to be posting different versions of this in different games that I’m in, but I want to make sure that it’s known why I’ve been absent for roughly a week - from the whole forum, not just this thread. And it goes like this:

1.So, as I probably posted previously, my computer decided to go berserk and I needed to reformat it.
2. It then decided that a day or two later would be a great time to die altogether. Problematically, I have no other device capable of browsing the web.
3. Then my nieces chose to visit for a couple days, and I was spending time with them.
4. At the same time, my mom has been recovering from surgery, meaning I’m doing more driving than usual…
5. ...my car wound up needing some heavy repairs…
6. ...and work has frankly become pretty uncomfortable for me, so I’m actively searching for a new job.

With all that said and done, I’ve lost a lot of spare time and a LOT of money. I did replace my computer (and hoo boy is the new computer nice), but as such I’ve realized that I’m going to have to drop out of a few games.

I will be LEAVING, but I feel I needed to give an explanation for my absence anyway. I know this is kind of... well, s&+&ty on my part, but I need to cut at least a few games from my list, and I had to make a decision.

I apologize for the inconvenience, and I sincerely hope there’s no bad blood caused by my absence.

Computer cleaned; virus kicked. I'll make a post after work.

On suspicion of my computer having a virus, I will be reformatting my computer. Expect 1-2 days of wait before I can post again. Sorry!

Oh, I should've been clearer: they're going around the wall, to the western side, where it's lowest. It's easier to climb there Candy reckons, and hopefully with good use of rope we won't risk everyone falling to their death.

Candy lets out a loud 'Oooo' as she notices the sunlight poking out near the Western wall. "That way, then!" she says. "Come on!"

Mucks lets out a loud, thoughtful 'Hmmm' sounds that gives the impression he's milling his thoughts. Unbeknownst to everyone, he's just yawning with his mouth closed. But Gregor seems to decide it sounds good, so he lets out several loud 'HMMM!' sounds himself as he follows Candy.

Someone climbing over using the rope would make it far easier for everyone else to climb I assume? And there's no large stones, logs, etc. to hold the portcullis open with?

Sounds like we may need to use what's left of those rags and such to make a few more torches later.

Since the rope is no longer needed, let's assume it goes back to its original owner?

Candy keeps a lookout for the source of the strange noises and everyone starts making preparations to go inside the courtyard. Mucks and Gregor start searching for large stones, logs, or the like to drag under the portcullis, as Roscoe and Company are. Gregor, of course, complains the whole way.

Also, how dark is it? Will we need more light soon?

"Well, s!&+," says Mucks as he looks on up. "Uh, not tryin' to make people sprint across the damned bridge or nothin', but I'm hearin' bad sounds."

The miller takes his rope off and, quick as he can, tries to secure it to the nearest sturdy thing so others can hold onto the rope as they cross.

Sounds good. Mucks shall make the crossing. Fare-the-well, noble miller...

Mucks ties the rope about his waist before continuing across.

The old miller starts making his way across, keeping his club steady in his hands.

"Hold on, boy," says Mucks, stepping forward and gesturing for Wipan to move aside. "I'll go first, just in case there's somethin' we don't see that's waiting to eat us. Whatever the worst is, I druther it happen ta me."

If Wipan will let him, Mucks will cross first, holding a length of rope. Wipan's too good to die crossing a bridge, dangit! And besides, Mucks is a middle aged man that's already lost everything.

"Actually," Mucks says with a pause, his slow brain slowly doing work, "what if she were the one ta cross? She ain't that heavy."

"Could tie a rope around ya, even," suggests Candy, "and then hope ya can cross the bridge without snapping it in half, Miss Mitzy! Whaddya say?"

"Well... No sense is dilly-dally, eh?" Mucks steps on up to the old drawbridge, testing the strength of the rotting planks with a stick. "You think we'll fall in tryin' to cross?"

Candy ignores the question, making a face up at the toad-like turrets. "Hehe. Warts uuup?" She makes a different sort of face, grabs her mouth with her hands, and grins away when she's done. Apparently, this counts as high humor for her. Afterward she squints ahead at the portcullis and ponders, "You think it'll fall on us? I don't like the idea of it falling on me as we go through."

Gregor just pants as he catches up with the rest of the group. He's not cut out for this.

Wipan's pretty great stat-wise. I'll try to keep him alive if you want. I'm hoping either Mucks or Gregor survives, though all my toons are pretty awful.

Mucks finally notices Bekore's corpse. He takes a deep breath, steps in front of it, and says a quick prayer:

"Ehh, he were a good man and s$~#e. Raised fine radishes, even if he sometimes only raised three or so a season. Could throw a punch alright."

With that, Mucks gives the corpse a salute and nudges the pitchfork with his foot. "Alright, so let's figure out which of us gets this and then let's burn the damned mossy seed stuff." He yanks off poor, dead Bekore's shirt and starts ripping it up to use for the torches.

Gregor just gapes at Mucks like he's a madman, and Candy goes to follow the handsome shoe-shining boy, Roscoe. Of course she does.

Burn the seeds! Burn them all!

Oooh, Int checks!

Mucks' Knowledge: 1d20 - 1 ⇒ (13) - 1 = 12

Candy's Knowledge: 1d20 - 1 ⇒ (8) - 1 = 7

Gregor's Knowledge: 1d20 - 1 ⇒ (13) - 1 = 12

As the group stumbles away from the lurching seeds, Gregor snaps his fingers and makes an "Oooo!" sound. Then, he suggests, "What if we set those seeds aflame?! That would show 'em!"

"Wait," blurbs Candy. "Innit those two the smith's sons? Oh... Oh no, I really don't want to be here..."

Mucks just glowers at the scene.

"Why's everyone got to piss off the dead?!" growls Mucks as he strides forward brandishing his club. "Piss off!" he grunts as he swings at the walking corpse.

Attack (Club): 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (16) + 1 = 17

Damage: 1d4 + 1 ⇒ (4) + 1 = 5

Candy does a foolish, brazen thing and rushes forward with her dagger in hand. She joins Mucks in the melee, stabbing forth.

Attack (Dagger): 1d20 ⇒ 16

Damage: 1d4 ⇒ 2

As for the scribe, well... He chucks a dart from twenty feet away.

Attack (Dart, thrown): 1d20 - 1 ⇒ (19) - 1 = 18

Damage: 1d4 + 1 ⇒ (3) + 1 = 4

Huh. My mooks did surprisingly well for first timers. Now for their inevitable demise at the hands of these zombies!

"It's wigglin', ya dolt!" Candy cries out. "And I don't like it! It could, uh, jump down from there and eat us!"

Mucks just heaves out a sigh. "Don't forget to pick up yer damned chest, Candy."

Alright. Simple +Agility in this case, right? Because ranged?

Candy throws a chest!: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (3) + 1 = 4

I need to pull out my actual DCC book. I haven't used it in so long...

Gregor, Mucks, and Candy peer out from the rear of the group. The wobbly scribe and the cutpurse seem practically ready to bolt from the scene, but fat old Mucks shoves them forward with a growl. "C'mon," grunts the Miller. "We've come this far. Might as well keep going."

"Nothing good'll come of this," grumbles Gregor, the scribe that can barely stand. He coughs and covers his mouth. He wipes a bit of drool away from his mouth when he finishes. "Ain't smart to go disturbin' old places like this."

"Yeah, well," grunts Mucks, "I got me a wallop an' a bottle o' blessed water, so stuff it."

Candy doesn't say anything. She just gets behind the handsome shoeshiner, Rosco, and tries to make sure to stay in the middle of the group, so she doesn't get stabbed first.

At the sight of moving bodies, Candy shrieks and chucks her empty chest at them. Then she shrieks again.

Should I make a roll? I know they're just swaying bodies, but in case they're actually gonna come to life, I ask.

Also, if it wasn't clear, everyone in my crew has a penalty to Intelligence.