[DnD] Let's Cast Magic Missile!

I see. Then I propose we re-kill Gareth, stabilize Garrmondo, and run away like cowards.

I was speaking idiomatically.

Not anymore they're not.

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Arg can walk, I think. Deni will just have to lift Garrmondo up and scoot.

What kind of toxic man-thing is happening now?

Sooo, since he's being retired anyway, how should Argy go out? Blaze of glory, food poisoning, or retiring as a simple farmer?

FELIPE NO

It's a dangerous world, and there's no room for dead weights on sedan chairs.

Why, I bet in Brigid's day, the weak and paralyzed are left to their own devices, so as not to burden the living. Nature is a harsh mistress, but such is the circle of life.

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Pang, Arg is grabbing the gnome and restraining him, in a crushing bearhug of course. My intention is to damage AND make the slimy little boss more susceptible to attacks...

(I guess I should be more specific eh? During the last turn, I intended him to carry off Lissa, while dragging Mots to the other room by his beard )

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Pang, didn't VV teleport to the ladder or something, based on your account?

That's within five squares of Argy ._.

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Eh, that Gnome is history and I doubt I'm getting another turn as Arg. It's been fun butting into the Horde for a while. Pang should just assume control and write him out any way he sees fit.

What, you don't want my bikini-clad body?

Yes he can!

With the battle over, I see no point in my continued control of Argumentus. You folks go ahead and give him the glorious sendoff he deserves

Jam it back in, in the dark.

I was thinking he could roast the DoomSayer Cow in that room with the fire and ice, while using Hargastus' tomb as a recliner, but I'm sure the horde can come up with something funnier.

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I think the last encounter showed the team has a problem with range. Immobilize their melee warriors, and you got a massacre. I'd say Lehah should be a combination of some kind of archer, with cleric powers on the side

This thing is sticky, and I don't like it. I don't appreciate it.

1 Die Roll Lehah=Bard?

Sure, why not. It'd be a nice counterpoint to Lehah's board persona

I am a dolphin, do you want me on your body?

But why can't Bob take on that rhyming task? For that is surely not too much to ask.

♫ Three human fighters with swords are we... ♫

How ya doing, buddy?

I am surprised no one has looted Argumentus' 72-gp war pick of frost

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What body

FELIPE NO

One year and you only managed to kill one player? Pfft.

I suppose Deni's proposed ShadowRun campaign would have resulted in deadlier adventures, too bad he gave up on it.



What, you don't want my bikini-clad body?

There's a perfectly rational explanation for that!

Lavos ate up all his powers and stuffs, so he got weakened. Yeah, that's right.

How ya doing, buddy?

On the bright side, this might give ol' Deni the impetus to start his Shadowrun game, as a way of paying his ignominous death forward on his poor unsuspecting players

There's nowhere I can't reach.

Pang, so you're saying you can play hybrids now? Combination of one race with another?

Since you're making a moratorium on human fighters, I'd probably rethink playing as an ordinary old human. What hybrid race would be well-suited towards playing keep-away with bows and arrows (and suck ass in melee)?

This thing is sticky, and I don't like it. I don't appreciate it.

Aside from flanking, what other stuff increase the odds of hitting an enemy?

Just curious, since thus far, accuracy has never been a strong point of the party ever since they escaped the dungeon of doom...

I am a dolphin, do you want me on your body?

Hmm, doesn't seem there's much controllable choice, huh, since the number one determinant of accuracy is the enemy's AC points (Pang's goodwill) and the number two being the actual rolls themselves (random).

Combat advantage situations can be strategized with (eg ganging up on an enemy from multiple directions). So I guess that, and building up the right character skills and allocating points to relevant stats can boost your chances a bit...

There goes my plan of building this super accurate archer who can hit everything he shoots at

How ya doing, buddy?

I hadn't considered balance issues (ie the DM's viewpoint). I guess it's kind of useless to try to maximize hit bonuses, since Pang will feel obliged to elevate the enemy's AC/Reflex/what have you to prevent "supermen" from emerging

How ya doing, buddy?

Oh well, at least you're forced to use "Letter / Number" in your Excel spreadsheets, Shin

FELIPE NO

Yeah, but I do remember a Wight who was quite conversational

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Originally Posted by Shin

My dwarf cunningly stepped in behind the zombie, flanking the beast and hopefully leading us to a swift victory. Sadly however, this left no room for any fireballs, at least not without hitting my companions and losing one buddy per fight was pretty much my limit.

Well, it was these days anyway. As a youth I had hung out with a rather rough bunch of kids. Not through choice of course, it was simply a case of geography. Living as we did on the plantation, the only kids even vaguely my age around were the children of the workers, a mixture for the most part of half-orcs and humans. Oh yes and a single minotaur family. Their son, we called him Steak, I never did find out his real name, was the de facto leader of our group on account of being 15 stone of pure muscle and having sharp horns on his head at the age of eleven. As the only elf of the group, I was subjected to endless friendly ribbing and games like "How long can the elf hold his breath underwater", "Pin the tail to the elf" and everyone's favourite "Elf-hunt" were common. Still, I was one of them and as Steak always told me, "AAAARGHFFRF RRAAARGHFFMMGF MMMRAAFGHFGH MMMOOOOOOOOOOOO!". The combination of a hair lip and a massive brass ring through his nose did make him rather difficult to understand certainly but luckily, one of the scrawniest half-orc kids, one many suggested was in fact a half-goblin, was able to understand Steak perfectly and conveyed his meaning and wishes to the rest of us. Apparently Steak had been saying that should I ever get in trouble then to come to him because if anyone was going to hurt our elf it was going to be him.

One day, I had accompanied my father to visit the nearby village to collect supplies. Father said we'd work quicker if we split up so sent me off to the general store to pick up 25 shovels and a new millstone while he went to source something or other in the tavern. It was several hours later that I, having managed finally to get the millstone onto the cart and spent a good while waiting for my father, was accosted by a gang of youths, local village kids for the most part and all elves. We exchanged pleasantries, me asking how did they do and them asking if I was the "Funny looking queermo from the forest who hangs out with orcs" and questioning my parentage. The first question was perhaps an understandable one but as soon as one of them mentioned my beloved mother, I flew into a fit of rage and launched myself at him, fist flailing, looking to dish out some rough justice to these base-born curs.

My father eventually found me half submerged in the village's communal latrine and took me home and sent me to bed with a good thrashing to think about what I'd done. The next day, after relaying my tale to the group, Steak decided that retribution was in order and a plan was hatched. The half-goblin kid suggested that we arrange to meet these village kids somewhere quiet, away from prying adult eyes and give them a good beating. The decided location for the rumble was Hellspawn Cave, my objections being quickly put down both by sound reasoning from the half-goblin (There wasn't really any dark underworld creatures living there, the adults just called it that to keep kids away because they liked hanging out without kids from time to time, you know, those meetings where they all wear red robes do that funny chanting stuff) and a heavy punch to the temple from Steak.

A messenger was despatched to the village kids and we headed out to the cave to wait for the appointed time, sunset. The group took up positions inside the cave entrance, whilst I waited outside alone, the plan being to ambush the village kids when they arrived. The evening grew colder, unseasonably so as I recall and as the sun set, shadow filled the cave mouth and I felt strangely alone until finally, I saw the gang from the village marching up the path towards me.

I remember little of what happened after that. There were some insults exhanged of course and I remember shouting a rallying cry to the boys I knew were hidden in the cave but after that the evening becomes fuzzy. To this day I have dreams about the wet, ripping noises from behind me, the looks of abject terror on the faces of the village kids, the odd bellow of pain (which I knew couldn't possibly be coming from Steak as it sounded almost like a young minotaur having his limbs ripped off one by one by some demonic monstrosity and I had been assured there were no demons in the cave) and the sight of several bodies, well bits of bodies anyway, strewn around the cave entrance and the path.

I was later told that the fight had got out of hand and a few kids had been badly hurt and that Steak and the goblin kid had both been killed, with all the other kids having to move away, although I could never understand why their families never went with them, especially as they all looked so sad afterwards. Still, I never had any trouble with the village kids again, in fact I never saw any of them again, they must have been avoiding me, like everyone else in the village seemed to after that day. From that day forth though, every time I drank any milk I'd pour some on the kerb for Steak and remember the good old days of the West Plantation Crew.

I sighed at the memory of my childhood chums, wondering if I'd ever see any of them again. Almost as an afterthought I sent another gout of flame towards the flying zombie, hoping to actually hit the fucker this time.

Flameburst at Rotwing

Wow. Now THAT'S role playing!

Too bad the next three in reserve: Acer (halfling), Skexis (human), and Skills (warforged) aren't set up to be half-orcs or goblins

Jam it back in, in the dark.

Originally Posted by Shin

For fuck's sake, has CHz rigged the dice roller so I can't ever get a result in double digits or something?

You know what, maybe this is the reason why the horde's accuracy has taken a nosedive since the dungeon of doom.

That, or Pang was simply a more benevolent DM and was reporting higher rolls than what he actually got!

How ya doing, buddy?

I guess that obsoletes Bob.

This thing is sticky, and I don't like it. I don't appreciate it.

Hmm so he's a bard? I looked at Druid/Warlock and thought, aha, Bob's obsoleted!

I am a dolphin, do you want me on your body?

I was expecting some kind of boss battle with the entire airship. Oh well, guess Pang didn't want to kill off one of you that quickly after Deni's naked suicide...

I was speaking idiomatically.