*interesting. The sheilds are constantly regenerating. So the only way to take down the ship would be to ah...actually no...i shouldn't say that. Also the Venator is a heavy ship, big boyo.*
The clones are now setting up trenches outside the warehouse along with multiple command posts.
*also, I think I had that ship as a lego set when I was a kid :D*
*I need to buy the updated version*
There is a boom as a few artillery units fire on the warehouse. Not hitting but landing near to scare them
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Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
The barrel that fell out of the sky smashes into the ground, mostly cracking open, leaving a dazed kobold on the ground, around 3ft tall with white scales and grayish underbelly pattern. Their outfit is simple, a leather tunic and bracers
I didn't even want to do combat, because its not fun or fair because of the power of lore accurate halo things. I genuinely don't know why everyone is attacking them.
*you... you made an invading space army. And you're wondering why the locals aren't complying with forces they've never heard of attempting to establish bases in their home?*
*They made one base at an abandoned warehouse, and they have a fleet because they kinda learned not to send lone ships after encountering the Covenant*
*yeah but, lore wise, why are they here? To them we're basically in the stone age. The most advanced tech that originated on our world is probably like... a thing I half made, and that's more or less just the discovery of magic as a power source*
*actually, theyre not here for anyone here, they're on the run. (from a few guardians, to be specific, the big forerunner things that cortana used to blow up a planet at one point*
*but then, why do the whole 'set up bases with our tech' that the guardians can track I'm pretty sure? I'm not 100% certain, I didn't play halo a bunch*
*that was an attempt to draw it into a trap, which kinda won't work now*
*interesting. The sheilds are constantly regenerating. So the only way to take down the ship would be to ah...actually no...i shouldn't say that. Also the Venator is a heavy ship, big boyo.*
The clones are now setting up trenches outside the warehouse along with multiple command posts.
*also, I think I had that ship as a lego set when I was a kid :D*
*I need to buy the updated version*
There is a boom as a few artillery units fire on the warehouse. Not hitting but landing near to scare them
*they already dipped out of the FOB, they're up there with the massive fleet now*
*interesting. The sheilds are constantly regenerating. So the only way to take down the ship would be to ah...actually no...i shouldn't say that. Also the Venator is a heavy ship, big boyo.*
The clones are now setting up trenches outside the warehouse along with multiple command posts.
*also, I think I had that ship as a lego set when I was a kid :D*
*I need to buy the updated version*
There is a boom as a few artillery units fire on the warehouse. Not hitting but landing near to scare them
*they already dipped out of the FOB, they're up there with the massive fleet now*
*oh..*
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Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
The barrel that fell out of the sky smashes into the ground, mostly cracking open, leaving a dazed kobold on the ground, around 3ft tall with white scales and grayish underbelly pattern. Their outfit is simple, a leather tunic and bracers
A sugarlich, looking like a fluffy, black, skull-faced dragonborn of some sort walks over. Despite his efforts to hide his identity by covering his orange markings and striped horns, it's still clear who he is: Douxgras Kummerspeck, the legendary master chef. Well, maybe not a master chef, but he is legendary. Faeries and bards tell tales of his works, though quite a few of them openly admit to being paid off by a mysterious shadow from beyond this plane. Regardless, the stories say he's a master chef, so he's a master chef. Probably. He's got the appropriate physique, at least.
He reaches out with his big claw. "You need some help there?"
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*interesting. The sheilds are constantly regenerating. So the only way to take down the ship would be to ah...actually no...i shouldn't say that. Also the Venator is a heavy ship, big boyo.*
The clones are now setting up trenches outside the warehouse along with multiple command posts.
*also, I think I had that ship as a lego set when I was a kid :D*
*I need to buy the updated version*
There is a boom as a few artillery units fire on the warehouse. Not hitting but landing near to scare them
*they already dipped out of the FOB, they're up there with the massive fleet now*
*oh..*
*lmao, I just had Bonnie go near the warehouse, so she more or less is getting bombed q-q*
*interesting. The sheilds are constantly regenerating. So the only way to take down the ship would be to ah...actually no...i shouldn't say that. Also the Venator is a heavy ship, big boyo.*
The clones are now setting up trenches outside the warehouse along with multiple command posts.
*also, I think I had that ship as a lego set when I was a kid :D*
*I need to buy the updated version*
There is a boom as a few artillery units fire on the warehouse. Not hitting but landing near to scare them
*they already dipped out of the FOB, they're up there with the massive fleet now*
*oh..*
*lmao, I just had Bonnie go near the warehouse, so she more or less is getting bombed q-q*
*Well since that happened im gonna say the artilley didn't start up*
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*eh, just because I thought that would be balanced enough, anything from 1-8 is a miss, 9 or 10 is a hit. I did not expect that outcome tho lol. plus, odds are your sheilds will regen before they can prepare another MAC volley, so they'll prolly use archer missile pods, which shouldn't hurt too much*
The barrel that fell out of the sky smashes into the ground, mostly cracking open, leaving a dazed kobold on the ground, around 3ft tall with white scales and grayish underbelly pattern. Their outfit is simple, a leather tunic and bracers
A sugarlich, looking like a fluffy, black, skull-faced dragonborn of some sort walks over. Despite his efforts to hide his identity by covering his orange markings and striped horns, it's still clear who he is: Douxgras Kummerspeck, the legendary master chef. Well, maybe not a master chef, but he is legendary. Faeries and bards tell tales of his works, though quite a few of them openly admit to being paid off by a mysterious shadow from beyond this plane. Regardless, the stories say he's a master chef, so he's a master chef. Probably. He's got the appropriate physique, at least.
He reaches out with his big claw. "You need some help there?"
The kobold grumbles unintelligible words in draconic for a few moments and regaining their barings, taking the dragonborns claw. Standing up, theu start to speak their thanks, looking up with eyes that are the equivalent of 2 braincells playing ping pong with the final third cell as the ball, before they're eyes fill with wonder, "Oh wow..."
*eh, just because I thought that would be balanced enough, anything from 1-8 is a miss, 9 or 10 is a hit. I did not expect that outcome tho lol. plus, odds are your sheilds will regen before they can prepare another MAC volley, so they'll prolly use archer missile pods, which shouldn't hurt too much*
*Fair enough*
There is a hum as the ion cannons fire to disable their ships
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Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
The barrel that fell out of the sky smashes into the ground, mostly cracking open, leaving a dazed kobold on the ground, around 3ft tall with white scales and grayish underbelly pattern. Their outfit is simple, a leather tunic and bracers
A sugarlich, looking like a fluffy, black, skull-faced dragonborn of some sort walks over. Despite his efforts to hide his identity by covering his orange markings and striped horns, it's still clear who he is: Douxgras Kummerspeck, the legendary master chef. Well, maybe not a master chef, but he is legendary. Faeries and bards tell tales of his works, though quite a few of them openly admit to being paid off by a mysterious shadow from beyond this plane. Regardless, the stories say he's a master chef, so he's a master chef. Probably. He's got the appropriate physique, at least.
He reaches out with his big claw. "You need some help there?"
The kobold grumbles unintelligible words in draconic for a few moments and regaining their barings, taking the dragonborns claw. Standing up, theu start to speak their thanks, looking up with eyes that are the equivalent of 2 braincells playing ping pong with the final third cell as the ball, before they're eyes fill with wonder, "Oh wow..."
"You okay? That looked like a big fall. I know kobolds are kinda resistant to those, but you were in a barrel so the natural shock absorbers in your legs didn't work." His orange eyes look over the little lizard. "How did you end up in that barrel anyway?"
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*I need to buy the updated version*
There is a boom as a few artillery units fire on the warehouse. Not hitting but landing near to scare them
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*also imma finish an intro:*
The barrel that fell out of the sky smashes into the ground, mostly cracking open, leaving a dazed kobold on the ground, around 3ft tall with white scales and grayish underbelly pattern. Their outfit is simple, a leather tunic and bracers
*that was an attempt to draw it into a trap, which kinda won't work now*
*they already dipped out of the FOB, they're up there with the massive fleet now*
*for mac shots, Im not gonna calculate damage, just if it hits*
4 Frigates allighn themselves to fire at the ship
*f it gets over 8 of a d10, then its a hit, no advantage*
Hit: 10
Hit: 7
Hit: 10
Hit: 8
5
1
2
7
*wait wow, three 10s and one 1
*oh..*
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
welp, your sheilds are down now, lol
A sugarlich, looking like a fluffy, black, skull-faced dragonborn of some sort walks over. Despite his efforts to hide his identity by covering his orange markings and striped horns, it's still clear who he is: Douxgras Kummerspeck, the legendary master chef. Well, maybe not a master chef, but he is legendary. Faeries and bards tell tales of his works, though quite a few of them openly admit to being paid off by a mysterious shadow from beyond this plane. Regardless, the stories say he's a master chef, so he's a master chef. Probably. He's got the appropriate physique, at least.
He reaches out with his big claw. "You need some help there?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*lmao, I just had Bonnie go near the warehouse, so she more or less is getting bombed q-q*
*one question, why the d10.*
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*Well since that happened im gonna say the artilley didn't start up*
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
There is the sounds of combat gear against the ground as a bunch of clones burst through the doors. "Hands where we can see them!"
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*eh, just because I thought that would be balanced enough, anything from 1-8 is a miss, 9 or 10 is a hit. I did not expect that outcome tho lol. plus, odds are your sheilds will regen before they can prepare another MAC volley, so they'll prolly use archer missile pods, which shouldn't hurt too much*
The kobold grumbles unintelligible words in draconic for a few moments and regaining their barings, taking the dragonborns claw. Standing up, theu start to speak their thanks, looking up with eyes that are the equivalent of 2 braincells playing ping pong with the final third cell as the ball, before they're eyes fill with wonder, "Oh wow..."
That crit fail saved you lol
*the song Black Betty plays as they drift the spaceship for style points*
*Fair enough*
There is a hum as the ion cannons fire to disable their ships
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Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"You okay? That looked like a big fall. I know kobolds are kinda resistant to those, but you were in a barrel so the natural shock absorbers in your legs didn't work." His orange eyes look over the little lizard. "How did you end up in that barrel anyway?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.