Defend: 1d12 ⇒ 8 Still reeling from the last attack, Randy can feel his back hurt by the weight of his now enormous breasts. Still, His large hips give him a lower center of gravity. His dodges are more nimble now. Randy puts his hand to the ground. His magic calls a geyser of molten lava to erupt. The glowing liquids rock spews all over the Brain's protective copper shield turning it into a copper skillet. "Brain flambé anyone?" earth Magic: 1d20 ⇒ 10
Badia the Leaper wrote: Badia lowers her weapon as Robo-John gives his spiel. She turns an angry look at Randy. "We will not be killing the glorious Flo T. Sam! If coin is all you are after, then you can have my share of the reward for the Ape. This has become more than just a simple hunt, friends. This is about good versus evil! Order versus chaos! Butt-kickers versus buttt-kickees! I will tell the chimera that she is safe, then we will find Donny the Water Wizard so that we may learn more about our ultimate enemy!" "What if the ultimate enemy is ultimately a frog?" Asks Randy "Will we again aimed at someone else to kill?"
Everyone stops playing and the girls relax. Randy moves closer to Badia. He puts his hand on her arm. It felt like sculpted granite to Randy. "You know that you'll be takin' the lead again. But I'll need your help first." He squeezes her arm familiarly then releases. He points over to the broken ape. "I be needin' a pimp stick. Help me get it's forearm 'bone'. Can the 'Bone' be the magic item???
NPC: The Velvet Ape wrote:
Since I narrated a failure...it's a distinction without a difference Magic defense outsides skill: 1d12 ⇒ 4 Randy gathers his energies to turn himself into liquid. Instead he only sweats.
Magic save: 1d20 ⇒ 6 An Iron rod bursts out of the ground in front of Randy. The tendrils of lightning ignore the rod as impurities in the metal make it all but useless. "His cape! Take his cape!" Randy knows it's the best way to throw the ape off kilter. The cape may even be a source of power. "Without it, He's just a dirty, smelly, crap-flinging monkey."
Magic Attack: 1d20 ⇒ 10 Randy drops to the ground in a three point stance. His right fist causes the earth to ripple outward like a pebble in a pond. The ripple gets more and more powerful as it radiates outward. The barbarians are thrown up in the air in a backward arc. Most of them flail in mid air as they plummet back into the chasm.
The Marshal came from the back room with a smile plastered all over his face. "What did I tell you? It's like having dirty sex with a ray of sunshine." Says Randy. They both laugh. The Marshal pulls out the handcuffs and gestures for Randy's wrists. "Come on, seriously?" Complains Randy. "You know, I got to deliver ya to the Registry in cuffs, until they sign for ya." Says the Marshal. "Candy..." blushes the Marshal. "bought ya a few hours without 'em. Don't make me regret it. They exit the brothel and run into eight confetti speckled men. Randy point his handcuffed hands back at the brothel. "If you got the time and the coin, no finer companionship can be found than what waits behind that door." "You too, Tons of fun."He says to Badia |