"Hmm interesting, shall I use my gun?" I hold up my gun like I just got it from a chest in the Zelda games (and a random person on the balcony plays the music plays the "Treasure chest theme" from the legend of Zelda)
"Hmm interesting, shall I use my gun?" I hold up my gun like I just got it from a chest in the Zelda games (and somehow the music plays as well)
(OOC: dun dun dun...it's my best attempt in writing)
"What..." The dwarf stares at your gun for a second, confused by its appearance function. "If it will help us get out of here, use it!"
"Surrender, criminals!" the commander shouts. "This can go a good way or a bad way." Although he seems an imposing foe, his statement seems more of a suggestion, as he's already shown that he doesn't have much power.
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Religious frisbee player, writer and goofball. Some may say professional for the latter.
I imbue my gun with Chill touch (since my gun ain't gonna dodge me, I won't roll for to hit so I will just roll extra damage which is: 10)
"Hey uh, I recommend running away for you, k?"
(This is next turn)
I have enough time to shoot, I proceed to do so. "BANG! HAHA!!"
(roll to hit: 16, Damage: 11 (10 + 1) Don't forget the plus from Chill touch and sneak attack so total damage is: 25 [OoC: how close are they to us, because if they are close I could add sneak attack damage, edit: Okay I will add this sneak attack damage: 4]
[OoC: LOOOOLOLOLOLOLLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOL I GOT 2 MAX ROLLS FOR DAMAGE AHAHHAHH]
I imbue my gun with Chill touch (since my gun ain't gonna dodge me, I won't roll for to hit so I will just roll extra damage which is: 10)
"Hey uh, I recommend running away for you, k?"
(This is next turn)
I have enough time to shoot, I proceed to do so. "BANG! HAHA!!"
(roll to hit: 16, Damage: 11 (10 + 1) Don't forget the plus from Chill touch and sneak attack so total damage is: 25 [OoC: how close are they to us, because if they are close I could add sneak attack damage, edit: Okay I will add this sneak attack damage: 4]
[OoC: LOOOOLOLOLOLOLLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOL I GOT 2 MAX ROLLS FOR DAMAGE AHAHHAHH]
(OOC: Counting Sneak Attack & attack roll w/out disadvantage because an ally is within 5 ft of you and the commander is outside the ranged weapon disadvantage range. Just to note, the soldiers & commander all spend their turns Dashing towards you, for anyone who wonders how he did the two turns)
The commander rises up in front of you, not recognizing the danger your gun poses to him. Waiting until he is at the perfect distance, Glorp whispers to himself, suddenly shooting a frigid bullet out at the commander. He collapses, frost forming on his face, falling in front of his soldiers, who now pause, looking unsure.
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Religious frisbee player, writer and goofball. Some may say professional for the latter.
I imbue my gun with Chill touch (since my gun ain't gonna dodge me, I won't roll for to hit so I will just roll extra damage which is: 10)
"Hey uh, I recommend running away for you, k?"
(This is next turn)
I have enough time to shoot, I proceed to do so. "BANG! HAHA!!"
(roll to hit: 16, Damage: 11 (10 + 1) Don't forget the plus from Chill touch and sneak attack so total damage is: 25 [OoC: how close are they to us, because if they are close I could add sneak attack damage, edit: Okay I will add this sneak attack damage: 4]
[OoC: LOOOOLOLOLOLOLLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOL I GOT 2 MAX ROLLS FOR DAMAGE AHAHHAHH]
(OOC: Counting Sneak Attack & attack roll w/out disadvantage because an ally is within 5 ft of you and the commander is outside the ranged weapon disadvantage range. Just to note, the soldiers & commander all spend their turns Dashing towards you, for anyone who wonders how he did the two turns)
The commander rises up in front of you, not recognizing the danger your gun poses to him. Waiting until he is at the perfect distance, Glorp whispers to himself, suddenly shooting a frigid bullet out at the commander. He collapses, frost forming on his face, falling in front of his soldiers, who now pause, looking unsure.
"Bruh...I thought I told him to not mess around and find out...but eh *I shrug*------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ I still stand by what I said, And I only did this as self-defense...Didn't meant to kill 'em" I grimace looking at the dead body. "Man, I just wanna be silly. Yet you are forcing me to do bad things, let's just be nice and makes friends...right?" I lower my gun towards the commander's body, and use it like a pointer. I also roll my hand along while I talk showing, with my gun hanging loosely in my hand, "Afterall you don't wanna end up like that." I directly point my gun at the body, with the gun still having the frost creeping atop the barrel of the gun. My face is showing some emotion, but not enough emotion to show remorse for my actions.
I raise the gun up towards the sky, "So, what do you say" I do a slight smile closing my eyes to show the minimum pity I can, and I slowly lower the gun towards the soldiers. with some [fake] amounts of small hesitation mixed in.
I imbue my gun with Chill touch (since my gun ain't gonna dodge me, I won't roll for to hit so I will just roll extra damage which is: 10)
"Hey uh, I recommend running away for you, k?"
(This is next turn)
I have enough time to shoot, I proceed to do so. "BANG! HAHA!!"
(roll to hit: 16, Damage: 11 (10 + 1) Don't forget the plus from Chill touch and sneak attack so total damage is: 25 [OoC: how close are they to us, because if they are close I could add sneak attack damage, edit: Okay I will add this sneak attack damage: 4]
[OoC: LOOOOLOLOLOLOLLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOL I GOT 2 MAX ROLLS FOR DAMAGE AHAHHAHH]
(OOC: Counting Sneak Attack & attack roll w/out disadvantage because an ally is within 5 ft of you and the commander is outside the ranged weapon disadvantage range. Just to note, the soldiers & commander all spend their turns Dashing towards you, for anyone who wonders how he did the two turns)
The commander rises up in front of you, not recognizing the danger your gun poses to him. Waiting until he is at the perfect distance, Glorp whispers to himself, suddenly shooting a frigid bullet out at the commander. He collapses, frost forming on his face, falling in front of his soldiers, who now pause, looking unsure.
"Bruh...I thought I told him to not mess around and find out...but eh *I shrug*------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ I still stand by what I said, And I only did this as self-defense...Didn't meant to kill 'em" I grimace looking at the dead body. "Man, I just wanna be silly. Yet you are forcing me to do bad things, let's just be nice and makes friends...right?" I lower my gun towards the commander's body, and use it like a pointer. I also roll my hand along while I talk showing, with my gun hanging loosely in my hand, "Afterall you don't wanna end up like that." I directly point my gun at the body, with the gun still having the frost creeping atop the barrel of the gun. My face is showing some emotion, but not enough emotion to show remorse for my actions.
I raise the gun up towards the sky, "So, what do you say" I do a slight smile closing my eyes to show the minimum pity I can, and I slowly lower the gun towards the soldiers. with some [fake] amounts of small hesitation mixed in.
Brandishing your eldritch weapon in the air, you bravely threaten the group of soldiers. You see them quivering in their armor, truly believing these threats you are making, especially after their commander has died in such a way. Finally, as you speak the last words, a bolt of lightning flashes behind you. Looking back, you see the dwarf, hands raised high in the air, concentrating on some sort of spell. That's enough for the soldiers, who break and run, shouting. The dwarf looks up at you-- "A job well done. Now we must hide before they come back with greater forces."
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Religious frisbee player, writer and goofball. Some may say professional for the latter.
"Does anyone have insight on where we should go? I do not have any other way to hide us, now that they have discovered our base of operations. A normal inn will not do, because they will expect that immediately."
[OoC: I think that's the right roll type, but what information did I gain?]
"Let me rephrase that, too. I have more places to hide, but I do not wish to give anything away to the soldiers.We need to lie low for a while, until this fox hunt is over. Perhaps an inn?"
(OOC: Looking in your bag, you discover a small map of Kyoto that you had specially made before coming to the city. Although it provides ample information on the location of different places, those are mostly large places--the palace, the temple, etc.)
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Religious frisbee player, writer and goofball. Some may say professional for the latter.
"That would be a good option, it's just that maybe it's better to head to a more...hidden place. Is there an area like the black market here? It would be better to hide somewhere where others are hiding from the law as well., they might help us. A thieves guild will be ideal." I pause for a moment realizing something, "Would this be against your oath, Andrey? Same to you Sergey." I tilt my head slightly while talking to them
"The black market is full of those who live only for themselves. Yes, they run from the law, but I would not trust them with keeping us hidden."
"sigh, I have connections when I needed information to the blackmarket and thieves guild. And don't forget, we ARE fugitives of the law. Even though we are doing the right thing we can't just ignore this chance we have, I'd rather not be forced to go into an area with conniving con-men and criminals...But do you have any other ideas? Inns are too obvious, they're gonna looking for us in taverns, and we can't just hide in trash cans. Maybe we could just go on adventures but do we want to risk our lives more than we already are? At least you can buy off thiefs, guards are just a little harder to convince ESPECIALLY if they want glory and fame.
By now, you've been talking for about three minutes, yet you already see reinforcements charging down the alley, maybe a hundred armor-clad guards speedwalking towards you. The dwarf grabs one of your hands (idk choose which)- "Come on. Let's figure this out later and survive until old age now!" Charging down the alley, you see that everyone cheering you on has gone away- probably wisely, considering the massive group of soldiers following you. Eventually, once you are out of sight of the soldiers, the dwarf enters a small tavern and inn. "This should work. We just need to hide."
The Violet, a quaint tavern, is a small two-story building, the bottom serving as a restaurant and the second an inn. The dwarf briskly walks up to the inn's desk, pushing past startled travelers already in line. He dumps a surprising amount of gold pieces on the table, then ushers you upstairs. As you enter your room, you hear the soldiers look through the tavern, leaving as the wise concierge works his tongue out telling lies - no, you haven't been here at all.
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Religious frisbee player, writer and goofball. Some may say professional for the latter.
"That was too close, we need to be of a team from now one...ANYWAYS...Can I get some more beer? I don't think I have any in my bag, that's...sad" I peer down the stairs to make sure that no one else is trying to watch us nor capture us. Perception: 3 (NAT 1 + 2)
I see nothing wrong, so I go down to the barkeep/innkeeper and ask..."Any clue when we can...uh...leave this place?"
"Maybe we can make for you know where" Sergey whispers to Andrey, "but I don't know if they would be widely accepted."
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"That was too close, we need to be of a team from now one...ANYWAYS...Can I get some more beer? I don't think I have any in my bag, that's...sad" I peer down the stairs to make sure that no one else is trying to watch us nor capture us. Perception: 3 (NAT 1 + 2)
I see nothing wrong, so I go down to the barkeep/innkeeper and ask..."Any clue when we can...uh...leave this place?"
As you walk down, a few minutes after your escape, you suddenly are the center of attention. People keep their eyes on you, swiveling their heads as you walk up to the bartender. "Listen, dwarf, I hate the guards as much as you do. But you'll be leaving this place tomorrow, or I'll report you to them- I can't risk everything just to help out some fugitives." Grabbing you some ale from a tap, he falls silent, staring into the half-empty cup like it could solve all of his life's problems. Behind you, you hear someone stand up on a table. "And how are we supposed to keep this silent? We don't have any reason to, and turning you in could make some sweet, sweet cash!"
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Religious frisbee player, writer and goofball. Some may say professional for the latter.
"Hmm interesting, shall I use my gun?" I hold up my gun like I just got it from a chest in the Zelda games (and a random person on the balcony plays the music plays the "Treasure chest theme" from the legend of Zelda)
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(OOC: dun dun dun...it's my best attempt in writing)
"What..." The dwarf stares at your gun for a second, confused by its appearance function. "If it will help us get out of here, use it!"
"Surrender, criminals!" the commander shouts. "This can go a good way or a bad way." Although he seems an imposing foe, his statement seems more of a suggestion, as he's already shown that he doesn't have much power.
Religious frisbee player, writer and goofball. Some may say professional for the latter.
Extended sig here.
DM: Westeros - A Homebrew D&D Campaign, Liquid Swords - A Historical Wuxia Campaign
Player: Marcus Aquillus Arcade (Quil) - 1st Rogue - Pax Romana
"Are you sure that you want to cast fireball?" - me, just before the wizard kills the entire party
I imbue my gun with Chill touch (since my gun ain't gonna dodge me, I won't roll for to hit so I will just roll extra damage which is: 10)
"Hey uh, I recommend running away for you, k?"
(This is next turn)
I have enough time to shoot, I proceed to do so. "BANG! HAHA!!"
(roll to hit: 16, Damage: 11 (10 + 1)
Don't forget the plus from Chill touch and sneak attack so total damage is: 25
[OoC: how close are they to us, because if they are close I could add sneak attack damage, edit: Okay I will add this sneak attack damage: 4]
[OoC: LOOOOLOLOLOLOLLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOL I GOT 2 MAX ROLLS FOR DAMAGE AHAHHAHH]
WELP
Why do soooo many people hate this font :(
(OOC: Counting Sneak Attack & attack roll w/out disadvantage because an ally is within 5 ft of you and the commander is outside the ranged weapon disadvantage range. Just to note, the soldiers & commander all spend their turns Dashing towards you, for anyone who wonders how he did the two turns)
The commander rises up in front of you, not recognizing the danger your gun poses to him. Waiting until he is at the perfect distance, Glorp whispers to himself, suddenly shooting a frigid bullet out at the commander. He collapses, frost forming on his face, falling in front of his soldiers, who now pause, looking unsure.
Religious frisbee player, writer and goofball. Some may say professional for the latter.
Extended sig here.
DM: Westeros - A Homebrew D&D Campaign, Liquid Swords - A Historical Wuxia Campaign
Player: Marcus Aquillus Arcade (Quil) - 1st Rogue - Pax Romana
"Are you sure that you want to cast fireball?" - me, just before the wizard kills the entire party
"Bruh...I thought I told him to not mess around and find out...but eh *I shrug*------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
I still stand by what I said, And I only did this as self-defense...Didn't meant to kill 'em" I grimace looking at the dead body.
"Man, I just wanna be silly. Yet you are forcing me to do bad things, let's just be nice and makes friends...right?" I lower my gun towards the commander's body, and use it like a pointer. I also roll my hand along while I talk showing, with my gun hanging loosely in my hand, "Afterall you don't wanna end up like that." I directly point my gun at the body, with the gun still having the frost creeping atop the barrel of the gun. My face is showing some emotion, but not enough emotion to show remorse for my actions.
I raise the gun up towards the sky, "So, what do you say" I do a slight smile closing my eyes to show the minimum pity I can, and I slowly lower the gun towards the soldiers. with some [fake] amounts of small hesitation mixed in.
[OoC: do I roll for anything, like Intimidation or Persuasion???]
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(OOC: Intimidation)
Religious frisbee player, writer and goofball. Some may say professional for the latter.
Extended sig here.
DM: Westeros - A Homebrew D&D Campaign, Liquid Swords - A Historical Wuxia Campaign
Player: Marcus Aquillus Arcade (Quil) - 1st Rogue - Pax Romana
"Are you sure that you want to cast fireball?" - me, just before the wizard kills the entire party
[OoC: Intimidation: 19 (18+1)]
[OoC: This encounter is just all high rolls -_- I think I carried this time]
[OoC: 9 bullets left in magazine]
WELP
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[OoC: What happened next tho?]
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Why do soooo many people hate this font :(
Brandishing your eldritch weapon in the air, you bravely threaten the group of soldiers. You see them quivering in their armor, truly believing these threats you are making, especially after their commander has died in such a way. Finally, as you speak the last words, a bolt of lightning flashes behind you. Looking back, you see the dwarf, hands raised high in the air, concentrating on some sort of spell. That's enough for the soldiers, who break and run, shouting. The dwarf looks up at you-- "A job well done. Now we must hide before they come back with greater forces."
Religious frisbee player, writer and goofball. Some may say professional for the latter.
Extended sig here.
DM: Westeros - A Homebrew D&D Campaign, Liquid Swords - A Historical Wuxia Campaign
Player: Marcus Aquillus Arcade (Quil) - 1st Rogue - Pax Romana
"Are you sure that you want to cast fireball?" - me, just before the wizard kills the entire party
"I agree" I show a big thumbs up
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Why do soooo many people hate this font :(
"Does anyone have insight on where we should go? I do not have any other way to hide us, now that they have discovered our base of operations. A normal inn will not do, because they will expect that immediately."
Religious frisbee player, writer and goofball. Some may say professional for the latter.
Extended sig here.
DM: Westeros - A Homebrew D&D Campaign, Liquid Swords - A Historical Wuxia Campaign
Player: Marcus Aquillus Arcade (Quil) - 1st Rogue - Pax Romana
"Are you sure that you want to cast fireball?" - me, just before the wizard kills the entire party
[OoC: who is next since I feel like I am the only one posting recently other than weslockes.]
"I...don't know, let me check. Hmmm" I say tentatively. "I might have a map in my bag"
Investigation: 17 (11 + 6)
[OoC: I think that's the right roll type, but what information did I gain?]
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Why do soooo many people hate this font :(
"Let me rephrase that, too. I have more places to hide, but I do not wish to give anything away to the soldiers. We need to lie low for a while, until this fox hunt is over. Perhaps an inn?"
(OOC: Looking in your bag, you discover a small map of Kyoto that you had specially made before coming to the city. Although it provides ample information on the location of different places, those are mostly large places--the palace, the temple, etc.)
Religious frisbee player, writer and goofball. Some may say professional for the latter.
Extended sig here.
DM: Westeros - A Homebrew D&D Campaign, Liquid Swords - A Historical Wuxia Campaign
Player: Marcus Aquillus Arcade (Quil) - 1st Rogue - Pax Romana
"Are you sure that you want to cast fireball?" - me, just before the wizard kills the entire party
"That would be a good option, it's just that maybe it's better to head to a more...hidden place. Is there an area like the black market here? It would be better to hide somewhere where others are hiding from the law as well., they might help us. A thieves guild will be ideal." I pause for a moment realizing something, "Would this be against your oath, Andrey? Same to you Sergey." I tilt my head slightly while talking to them
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Why do soooo many people hate this font :(
"The black market is full of those who live only for themselves. Yes, they run from the law, but I would not trust them with keeping us hidden."
ducks are cool
DM: Pax Romana - A Historical Homebrew Campaign
"sigh, I have connections when I needed information to the blackmarket and thieves guild. And don't forget, we ARE fugitives of the law. Even though we are doing the right thing we can't just ignore this chance we have, I'd rather not be forced to go into an area with conniving con-men and criminals...But do you have any other ideas? Inns are too obvious, they're gonna looking for us in taverns, and we can't just hide in trash cans. Maybe we could just go on adventures but do we want to risk our lives more than we already are? At least you can buy off thiefs, guards are just a little harder to convince ESPECIALLY if they want glory and fame.
WELP
Why do soooo many people hate this font :(
By now, you've been talking for about three minutes, yet you already see reinforcements charging down the alley, maybe a hundred armor-clad guards speedwalking towards you. The dwarf grabs one of your hands (idk choose which)- "Come on. Let's figure this out later and survive until old age now!" Charging down the alley, you see that everyone cheering you on has gone away- probably wisely, considering the massive group of soldiers following you. Eventually, once you are out of sight of the soldiers, the dwarf enters a small tavern and inn. "This should work. We just need to hide."
The Violet, a quaint tavern, is a small two-story building, the bottom serving as a restaurant and the second an inn. The dwarf briskly walks up to the inn's desk, pushing past startled travelers already in line. He dumps a surprising amount of gold pieces on the table, then ushers you upstairs. As you enter your room, you hear the soldiers look through the tavern, leaving as the wise concierge works his tongue out telling lies - no, you haven't been here at all.
Religious frisbee player, writer and goofball. Some may say professional for the latter.
Extended sig here.
DM: Westeros - A Homebrew D&D Campaign, Liquid Swords - A Historical Wuxia Campaign
Player: Marcus Aquillus Arcade (Quil) - 1st Rogue - Pax Romana
"Are you sure that you want to cast fireball?" - me, just before the wizard kills the entire party
"That was too close, we need to be of a team from now one...ANYWAYS...Can I get some more beer? I don't think I have any in my bag, that's...sad"
I peer down the stairs to make sure that no one else is trying to watch us nor capture us. Perception: 3 (NAT 1 + 2)
I see nothing wrong, so I go down to the barkeep/innkeeper and ask..."Any clue when we can...uh...leave this place?"
WELP
Why do soooo many people hate this font :(
"Maybe we can make for you know where" Sergey whispers to Andrey, "but I don't know if they would be widely accepted."
Don't click the spoiler...
Great, now that you have clicked the spoiler, you know all about me! See you in the PbP thread. :)
As you walk down, a few minutes after your escape, you suddenly are the center of attention. People keep their eyes on you, swiveling their heads as you walk up to the bartender. "Listen, dwarf, I hate the guards as much as you do. But you'll be leaving this place tomorrow, or I'll report you to them- I can't risk everything just to help out some fugitives." Grabbing you some ale from a tap, he falls silent, staring into the half-empty cup like it could solve all of his life's problems. Behind you, you hear someone stand up on a table. "And how are we supposed to keep this silent? We don't have any reason to, and turning you in could make some sweet, sweet cash!"
Religious frisbee player, writer and goofball. Some may say professional for the latter.
Extended sig here.
DM: Westeros - A Homebrew D&D Campaign, Liquid Swords - A Historical Wuxia Campaign
Player: Marcus Aquillus Arcade (Quil) - 1st Rogue - Pax Romana
"Are you sure that you want to cast fireball?" - me, just before the wizard kills the entire party