That's my cue as well. For the same reasons, this game is going nowhere fast and I have my own six games to run. Best of luck to everyone, hopefully we'll play together again in another game sometime. No hard feelings though, this was a good try.
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Round 1
Merran swipes his paw at the fox thing, and three brilliant green claw shaped missiles spring forth from it and pierce the lycanthropes' hide.
Sorry if I came off as a bit b*tchy, I was just trying to put it out there that I was feeling a serious lack of structure. That all makes sense, and if it had been said up front I wouldn't be complaining. All I ask is you make things clear :) No maps is fine for little things, that wasn't my point. Thanks for the clarifying post, I'll be waiting for my turn.
I'm not saying anything about how any one else should play, I'm just explaining my lack of posting. I went back and reread everything since my last post. So we saw a flash of red, presumably from the same clearing where we fought the cat. We made perception checks, and none of us saw it after that. We tried to track it, no tracks. Then Harley flew up and saw it, suddenly it's 5 minutes later and we're in a different place. Merran still can't even see what's going on, and then Tronath runs into the bushes and is grappling something. Now we're in combat, but when did it start? Where is everyone? From what I can tell the initiative should be something like this: Sicsivicus 17
But why am I the one doing this and not DM? How is the fox breaking out the grapple when its ass should be possibly pinned before it even gets to act? Why is Harley reading and eating crackers on Sicsivicus' turn? I didn't even know my initiative until I just deciphered it..the post was only labeled Merran:blah blah didn't even say what the roll was. This is my point. It was never even said "oh, now we're in combat. everyone should wait for their turn to act". It's relatively opaque what's going on, so it makes it very difficult to post anything meaningful.
Honestly the style of this game is deterring me from posting. Feeling an acute lack of motivation to be creative about grabbing a fox under a bush. This sort of thing is a total waste of time to Merran. That combined with a lack of maps and standard formatting/running of combat. So we walked out into a forest, and killed a random cat. After that no one knew where to go so we wandered around looking at trees for a few minutes, and now the giant crazy mutated barbarian thing is wrestling a fox in a bush while the clown elf flies overhead reading? What's the point of this game again? Why do I care? How far am I from the bush? What's a consolidated clearly labeled run down of the initiative? Are we in the surprise round? Round 1? Not trying to be rude, but I don't know what else to say.
::"Could be, can you look for tracks Sicsivicus?"::
"Touche. I thought the witch told you where the werebeasts dwell?" Merran asks Sicsivicus.
"I have no skills in tracking." Merran says "I'd more happily follow someone else's lead."
"Hmmpf. Too easy. Lets keep going yes?" Merran says.
Merran moves forward quietly to examine the unconscious leopard creature.
Round 3
Now that Merran can see the cat he will call up to it, "Come down and surrender, or I will kill you."
Round 2
Not seeing the cat, but hoping it might still be in the tree Merran throws a glittering golden ball at it, returning to visibility.
Round 1
Seeing the large cat fall from the tree and claw up Sicsivicus, then him striking it back Merran will smile. Finally some fun. He mutters a couple of harsh syllables and then snaps his fingers and disappears. Then he will move invisibly to stand over the wolf with his short sword held above its kidney should it try anything.
Surprise round: Merran raises his hands and forms a glittering ball of dust there with a few gestures and muttered arcana. He flings it at the cat.
Round 1
After throwing the ball, Merran will invoke another phrase and snap his fingers, disappearing from view. He then invisibly moves towards the enemies.
"I am a support fighter, using magic, stealth or distraction to strike my opponent's weak points." He draws his short sword in one hand, and a wand in the other before muttering some arcane phrases. His body briefly glows with a blue corona before it fades away. "Lead the way Sicsi."
"Of course, I wouldn't dream of interrupting you." With that Merran summons up a large wicker pen with six bunnies in it. He steps inside and slams his paw down on one. There's a crunch as its back breaks, and then he picks it up and begins to eat it, starting with the feet. Mmm...fresh coney. Haven't had this in gods know how long. A millennium or two I'd imagine.
"I'm prepared for our outing whenever you all are. You'll find me in the dining area with Sicsi." Merran heads out into the hallway, and concentrates very hard on half a dozen live rabbits.
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Merran will take a handy haversack and being searching through the pile for any wands. He will cast detect magic and concentrate to look for auras. .
"I'm no alchemist, but perhaps Tronath could come up with something sufficiently addictive. I don't see why we can't move on multiple fronts at once. Set ourselves up somewhere hidden in or near New York and start with the drug. Then buy a church to launder money and spread seditious ideas. All the while watching and learning all we can about the Medaglias and making moves against them as opportunities present themselves. Our eventual goal would be the elimination of the cloning center in Martha's Vinayrd. First we must become Pelegrites, then we must commit false flag attacks and blame them on some boogey man 'the terrorists'. Once we get people believing in this formless threat that is everywhere and no where, we use Hegelian dialect to achieve our goals. Thesis, reaction then antithesis." He pauses realizing this might be confusing. "Something like, "Oh no, the terrorists will blow up your church, and get your kids addicted to drug X! They don't believe in peligree! They are EVERYWHERE! PANIC! PANIC! Oh wait, nevermind no need to panic. Here's the solution, just join the (insert group name here) and spy on your neighbors. Give up all your freedoms and we will protect you. Anyone who doesn't join is clearly a terrorist and they must be put in jail and oppressed." He scratches his chin thoughtfully. "Am I making sense?"
"I think you may be over estimating the addictiveness of ganja. I've never known people to fight over that particular substance. It's too easy to produce, and it's non-addictive. What's the status of alcohol on this world Witch?" Merran asks
"You have something to say Witch?" Merran asks her.
"We should eliminate a cloning plant for these Medaglias. It would be a watershed event for these people. They would have to react, and such a reaction always puts a damper on freedom. Before long they'll all need papers to get into their own homes, and be paid by the church to spy on each other. They'd do our work for us!" He laughs at the idea. "Mortals are so foolish, always willing to give up freedom for 'security', as if such a thing really existed. I mean look here, even in the 'perfect world' Witch managed to bring us all together to f*ck it up. It sounds like these people are so reliant on central authority that they are little better than sheep. So we must either strike at, or become that central authority, and the rest will follow."
Merran will follow her into the workroom, listening as they walk. Once there he will look around for a pen and paper and write out a short list. List:
+1 Short Sword 2 lbs. Ring of Protection +1 Amulet of Natural Armor +1 Headband of Charisma +2 Cloak of Resistance +1 P Wand of Scorching Ray Then he will approach the bird and dark skinned man and hold it out to them saying, "I'd appreciate it if you have any of these items handy." while the crafters look it over he turns back to Esperessora. "Which city on this landmass has the highest population? How is information disseminated? Through the church exclusively, or is there some kind of media? What's the level of economic inequality? If there are willing converts to the cause of evil, it will be the very rich and the very poor. The rich have everything to lose and will do anything to defend it, while the poor have nothing to lose and will do anything to become rich." :: Hunting is possible, we'll see. We need some gear before we can go anywhere. :: He thinks at Harley.
"I see. Well perhaps we could get some experience as a group in your forest while our magical items are being crafted. Then you can teleport us anywhere?" Merran asks Espressora
Merran watches the back and forth with a frown on his face and remains quiet. Once Harley apologizes he interjects, "I am not set one way or another at this point. I agree that we need more information. The traveling show idea could work, or not. Espressora, is this area completely depopulated, or does it simply lack large cities? It would probably behoove us to spend a day or two in a small town, to really get a feel for what the common Peligrite is thinking. After that we could return to collect our crafted gear, and make a final plan. Does that sound reasonable to everyone?"
Apparently somebody posted something that got our Misfits gameplay thread deleted? Or is that just me...can't seem to find it now.
"Woah woah woah. Lets calm down. Sicsi-wixie is also right Harley, we do need more information. If we were the only circus in the land it would be sure to draw unwanted attention." He turns to Espressora and says, "So...Witch. Care to chime in here? Will you aid us in traveling? Can you comment on the situation of circuses and side shows out there?" He chuckles at that last question. What a ridiculous scenario this is. It will be fun though. Haven't had fun in a looooong time. "Don't you even in the least bit want to be a strongman Sicsi? You could end your act by ripping the still beating hearts from the ribcages of calves or something."
"I am capable of posing as a member of almost any profession. So the sideshow idea isn't a limitation for me. However, Portland appears to be several hundred miles away, over mountainous terrain. How do you propose we get there?" Merran asks Sicsivicus. "The purpose of the performing troupe wouldn't be to get our ego's off or become famous, it would be to have an excuse for why we're so freaky and a reason to not stay in one place. If I'm going to walk hundreds of miles I at least want to earn some money and corrupt some mortals along the way."
"I only f*ck what I eat. So unless you want to be devoured afterward I'll skip it. As for what I can do, well...I have some skill with the arcane, and I am quite convincing when I need to be. I also know where to put a blade to do the most damage to a man." Merran replies. "Oh, by the way, you can call me Merran I suppose. Just don't repeat that name to outsiders. I like your circus idea Harley. It lets us travel and spread our ideas without being too obvious about it."
"How do they play here? Surely there are some naughty boys and girls. Who's to say what's good when there is no evil? I've lived too many lifetimes and seen too many people's dark sides to believe that evil is gone. It sounds like the priests of Peligree are crushing the Will of their followers through enchantments and manipulations. Restraint of the Will is the only evil in my book." Merran says, getting up and stretching his new form, testing its limits. Well, at least it's feline.
Merran responds to Harley's poem with one of his own, "Little elf dressed as a clown, behind her jester's raiment hid. Servants moving not alive, doing as she bid. Laughs and giggles, terror hides. While she crawls in your insides. The terrible, Harley-Quin." As he finishes he gives her a wink.
"That's rather deep Harley, did you write it yourself?" Merran asks the poetry spouting elven woman.
"A name freely offered deserves a reply. You may call me M for now." Merran replies to the Orc. "And you miss elf, what shall we call you?"
LIFE! Finally the curse is broken. You have failed Meraxes, I'm baaaack! Merran stretches against his bonds testing their strength, cataloging the sensations as they come in. He takes in the luscious Eyrines sitting at the desk. "Take your time darling. I'm ready when you are." he says with a wink. Used to be served by her kind hand and foot. Now one's got me tied up. How ironic. Merran can feel that his power is greatly diminished from what it once was. He has lost hundreds of lifetimes of work, and isn't exactly in the best mood. Looking over at the orc he says "I'm awake sweetie. What's the matter? Scared of the dark?"
Alright sounds good. Thanks.
Sorry about the wands, thought I had already fixed that. Should be okay now. Cost me some versatility, but with a party of gestalt characters hopefully someone else can be versatile enough to make up for it. Assuming I'm even accepted.
Merran lies purring quietly as the lithe elven women work the knots from his muscles. I've really got to stop sneaking around such cramped spaces. It does a real number on my back.
Should be finished. Let me know if I need to change anything.
Here's my profile, with items and backstory.
Here's my barebones alias. I'll be finishing him up over the next few days. So how did we get reincarnated? Did someone raise us all to wreak havoc or is it a natural process? I'm wondering for writing my backstory later. Edit: This is Jelani by the way. |