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Post by joatmoniac on Jan 21, 2016 1:13:25 GMT
I accidentally jumped over one because I thought that Whipstache was taking it. muh bad, but it's ok.
Despite the ruckus in the inn you can hear the soothing tones of someone playing a guitar. Only those closest to him can hear him singing "Baruk Khazâd! Khazâd ai-mênu!" He is dressed in clothes that seem almost too plain. The only thing that stands out is the guitar, as it is made of the deepest black wood you have ever seen, and it almost draws you into it's depths because of it.
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Post by dm_mainprize on Jan 21, 2016 2:08:19 GMT
axes of the dwarves! the dwarves are upon you! just got chills!
also copying this into a google doc and its at 3 pages!
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Post by lasersniper on Jan 21, 2016 2:21:18 GMT
Taken aback by the melodic music that seemingly came out of nowhere the halfling blinks unseen behind his light-brown wrappings. "Nices tune, but wheres do you people keep comin' from?!?!". Scanning the tavern, the halfling's eyes dart back and searching for any other surprises. "Whys this always happen'" he thinks to himself. "I's didn't even gets through a single han.." His mind instantly freezes as he starts really taking in the bars patrons. Something really wasn't right. When did all these suits start showing up? And why did they all have...the.....same.......face. In an instant the halfling slips from his robes under the table, leaving them hanging limply in Bark's grasp. As he hits the ground and begins reaching for his weapons the small halfling frantically yells out "DOPPLEYS"!
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Post by whipstache on Jan 21, 2016 16:24:01 GMT
At the word "DOPPLEYS" a short, rather round woman stands up on her stool in the opposite corner of the bar and shouts, "Those damn 'gangers! They've never done anything good for nobody!" She starts hopping from table to table, stepping in plates of food and knocking over drinks. In fact, she by the time she reaches the strange group, she has succeeded in knocking over every single tankard in the bar. She hops down with a thud, her short hair pulled back into two pig tails. Her bright green eyes seem to glint in the firelight. "Now where're these 'gangers someone's yelling about?" she asks, while fingering a pendant of a blue lamb that hangs from her neck.
//I took the TACTLESS HUMAN CLERIC//
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Post by joatmoniac on Jan 22, 2016 0:54:56 GMT
This is awesome. A couple things though:
1. Which one did you end up taking Whipstache? The one before or after me?
2. Would people be cool with me taking over some interstitial things and being the "bad guys" if you will?
3. Essentially if yes to 2. then this thread becomes a play by post-esque thread, and the only real rule would be not posting too quickly before others have a chance, but that is a very loose rule given that this is open to anyone that wants to post.
That's about it, I'm going to put in a poll to see if people want this to be a play by post-esque thread, and Whipstache if you just want to edit your post to let me know whcih character you took I'll adjust that and we will only really have this post as an out of story type post.
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Post by kjmagle on Jan 22, 2016 1:45:28 GMT
Just wana say great job guys.
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Post by DM Kiado on Jan 22, 2016 19:43:44 GMT
Well, it's not spiders at least. Tolvan thinks as he sees the shift in the atmosphere around him, since the card game is dissolving quickly. He hears some sweet tunes and starts looking around to see what else he can see. He sees the man with the deep black guitar. Oh, I want one. Then he hears the shouts of "Doppleys" and whirls around to the shouting. He shouts back at the table, "May want to end your game lads! We got company."
Tolvan smiles. You see suddenly he has a small Axe in one hand, intricately carved, and covered in Gnomish runes of power. He slips his other hand with missing digits into a specially made glove attached to a hand crossbow, with a Gnome Repeater setup and four bolts. The stock of the hand crossbow is covered in similar Gnomish runes. Many have underestimated his prowess due to his small stature, but you see the glint of his eye that you have never seen in a Gnome before. He may have missed what was going on initially, but battle he knows, and his senses are on edge as he takes in the surroundings and starts playing out the scenarios in his head.
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Post by DM Rowan on Jan 23, 2016 21:58:01 GMT
At the shout of 'doppleys', Telthas instinctively gripped his spear tightly, slamming the cards on the table.
"Are you kidding me?" he muttered under his breath before swinging to his feet, and taking stock of who was a dopple and who wasn't. Suddenly, his tired mind stopped working. He had been fighting all day and he just wanted to be done. His spells were gone and all he lad left was his spear, something he wasn't as good with. Hopefully none of the others from the Guard Academy were present. He looked to the others and took a defensive stance, waiting for the enemy to make the first move.
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Post by joatmoniac on Jan 25, 2016 20:21:19 GMT
For most of you it makes perfect sense now why the defense of Tower Town felt so lacking when the battle started. Bark the human barbarian isn't apprised of that fact, but he doesn't need to know things of this kind. There are at least a dozen doppelgangers that have shown themselves, and look intent on trying to end what is left of the forces that have defended the town thus far. As you each prepare to step into battle once more the doppelgangers begin to use their read thoughts ability, and reveal the notable success or failure you each had during the previous battle.
Durnar, seeing battle begins to play a rousing tune to inspire the defenders of Tower Town to greater heights of battle. He also begins to sing at an audible volume "Né ûdim etal os rast knurlag! Né ûdim etal os rast knurlag! Né ûdim etal os rast knurlag!"
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Post by DM Rowan on Jan 25, 2016 23:45:32 GMT
Telthas waited for a moment for the nearest dopple to lunge for him before dodging to the side and stabbing down upon it with his spear. He could feel it in his mind and he felt unnatural. The creature was terrifying. He swallowed, brushed his hair back quickly to regain composure. It was okay. He could do this. It didn't matter that he was out of spells. Suddenly he felt the inspiration of the music flow through him and he attacked again with renewed vigor.
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Post by Samuel Wise on Jan 26, 2016 0:15:38 GMT
Durnar, seeing battle begins to play a rousing tune to inspire the defenders of Tower Town to greater heights of battle. He also begins to sing at an audible volume "Né ûdim etal os rast knurlag! Né ûdim etal os rast knurlag! Né ûdim etal os rast knurlag!" The sewer smelling barbarian starts tapping his feet to the Durnar's music. He could do this more often. Seeing one of the fellow people jump into the fight he throws the short man's robes over his shoulder and picks up a beer pint, draining the entire contents. A dopple reaches for him, but Bark's handaxe is casually embedded into the dopplegangers neck. "That is a strong alloy, made it myself. I would like to know how that felt".
The doppleganger's eyes roll to the back of its head and, without answering Bark's question, collapses on the floor. Picking up a chair, Bark smashes it against the wall, and he takes up one of the chair's severed legs. "That bad, aye?"
With this, Bark catapults himself into the thick group of enemies, jabbing the broken chair leg into a doppleganger's heart. No need to waste his beautiful weapons on these punks. |
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Post by lasersniper on Jan 26, 2016 2:47:33 GMT
A Doppley with a crossbow in the back is concentrating on finding a mind that isn't already being rooted around in. His unblinking eyes vaguely watching the battle. Suddenly they sharpen, he has finally found his prey.
In his minds eye he sees himself in the midst of the battle that ended hours ago. He skillfully climbs up a green beasts back, as its head comes into view he sees it is an orge. About to stab it in the forehead and be done with it, he is sees of a group of orcs passing nearby below. Smiling he says "Whys settle for one birdys" baiting the orge, he cuts his throat open just as the orge swings at him, throwing it off balance and sending it crashing down on the passing orcs. Dusting himself off from all the dust that got kicked up, be walks away from the mess saying "Whens you can be scrambln' eggs?".
The scene changes as he is now ontop of a wrecked cart, watching a pair of deep gnomes riding displacer beasts run down a panicked group of town guard. His eyes narrow as he breathes in....out....in.....NOW, as a handful shining metallic objects fly from his hand, hamstringing the displacer beasts and allowing the guards to escape. "Sees" he finds himself saying "Tolds you it wasn'ts that hard" as he turns to accept payment from a fellow who had made a foolish wager. A man who was now running away very rapidly? "HEYS!!! YOU OWES ME SOME GOL" he begins to yell as he is interrupted by a low growl. Turning around he sees a third displacer beast uncomfortably close, jaws slick with saliva, waiting to pounce. "ohs".......*throws sand* "AAAAAEEEEEEEEEEEEEH" he screams as he runs away as fast has his cursedly small legs could take him.
Again the scene shifts, to him being completely surround by a group of towering skeletons with weapons at the ready. The battle in the background seems to quiet to a whisper, the skeletons tense up and you can hear their bones creak. The wind blows gently through the group, slightly rustling the wrappings of the small man in the middle. "Wells skellies, if yous won't be making yous move, then I guesses I'll... ", the skeletons raise their weapons slightly, anticipation action as the sound of a distance guitar is heard. "Have to SING!!!" The little man blurts out as he starts to dance to the tune of that distance guitar, screeching out "lyrics" as he does so "LA LA LA LA". After a moment of confusing, the sun dried skeletons look at one another, shrug, and being to join the jig. The sun sets and rises and sets and rises as they dance throughout the ages and ages and.....
Dizzy, the doppleganger drops his crossbow as he rubs his face. Something wasn't right. That last scene made no sense and completely collapsed his link. He could still hear that singing in his head....no wait, someone was actua*THUNK*. A small steel card is seen protruding out of the the doppley's head, cutting off his final thought, and he slowly crumples to the ground. Looking across the bar he see a halfling cowering underneath a table laden with weapons, formerly the home of a friendly card game and a nice conversation. The halfling is throwing steel playing cards from his hiding place, loudly "singing" along with Durnar. Except, instead of the battle inspiring words Durnar is singing, the halfling is belting out "LA LA LA LA DOPPLEYS DIE, STAY OUT OF MINDS LA LA LA LA DROPS THEM DEAD DIE DIE DIE". Thankfully, whether it be by magic or skill, Durnar is able to be heard over him.
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