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Nimrod's Other Happy Place; For UberNimrod's snippets and stuff
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Topic Started: Sep 29 2012, 10:44 AM (1,586 Views)
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Oct 8 2012, 08:54 AM
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Completely failing to catch the humor.
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Let's Watch Nanoha Wits, magic, and hardboiled monologues. My other claims to fame.
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Oct 9 2012, 05:35 PM
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Completely failing to catch the humor.
Mine, or Eva's?
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Madman with a box? I'm a madman with a semi, a pretzel bender and a Heart of Gold!
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rikalous
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Oct 9 2012, 06:38 PM
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It was a response to Eva. Your humor, and sense thereof, seems to be functioning fine and dandy.
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Let's Watch Nanoha Wits, magic, and hardboiled monologues. My other claims to fame.
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Oct 10 2012, 01:44 AM
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Just checking. This is a nice forum, but there are no arrows to help point to replies. Makes it a bit difficult to determine which reply is for who.
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Oct 10 2012, 08:59 AM
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If there are no arrows or ^s, it's almost always a response to the last post.
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Let's Watch Nanoha Wits, magic, and hardboiled monologues. My other claims to fame.
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Oct 14 2012, 09:29 AM
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'Drawings and Doodles', part of Long Dash Negima Enjoy and comment. Or comment if you didn't enjoy, as this is only the first part.
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“Just Long-sensei's Math class to go and we are finished for the day.” Asuna said.
“I've heard that Long-sensei isn't feeling well today.” Haruna said.
“And you've heard true.” Long announced as he stepped into the classroom. “Which means that today is just a study period. Which means I actually expect all of you to study.”
“Whoo hoo!” Haruna threw her hands in the air.
“But...” Long then plucked Haruna's artifact out of her upraised hand. “Since Haruna gets a pass at being Minion of the Day, I'm going to be evil and doodle in her sketchbook.”
“Ahhh?” Haruna's expression said it all. She tried to reach for her artifact, but instead was bopped with it by Long.
“Bad Minion. Study. You can draw later. Better yet, you can get the Library Exploration Club together and make fun of my ability to draw.” He then smiled at Haruna, “You don't need to worry. I am not going to draw anything crude. Maybe something from a different perspective.”
Haruna rubbed her head wearing an expression of panic on her face. Most everyone else that had a pactio also looked concerned. After all, it wasn't unheard of for 'interesting' things to happen when someone else used an artifact not meant for them. It also wasn't unheard of for 'interesting' things to happen when someone with no magical ability at all tried to use an artifact.
The fact that everyone had agreed to keep Long-sensei in the dark as to the existence of magic and treat him as though he was a mundane human was now put under a test. No one was certain about Long-sensei's magical abilities. It was thought that he didn't have any, as he didn't indicate that he had knowledge of magic.
As the class settled in their seats, Long took his seat behind the desk and proceeded to open up Haruna's artifact. He flipped past several pages before setting the artifact down and starting to draw in it.
“Telepathica.” Yue murmured to herself, as did several others. Long peeked up at the class before resuming his drawing.
Haruna, is it possible for Long-sensei to bring anything he draws to life? Yue asked.
I don't know. Haruna thought back. We never really tested that much. Nobody else can draw like I can.
I remember the stick figures I drew came to life, but they did not last very long. Konoka added.
What happens if he does summon something? Ayaka asked.
We'll just have to see Iincho. Yue replied. We didn't detect any magical talent in him. Maybe we will be lucky and he doesn't have any.
They only had to wait a moment before Long turned his head and sneezed into his elbow.
Uh oh. Yue thought.
As Long shook his head to clear it, two figures remained quiet behind him. If he had looked over his right shoulder he would have seen a figure of Chisame wearing a light sundress with a floral print with no glasses on, and looking warm and friendly. To that figure's left was a figure of Ayaka. But this version of Ayaka was wearing her Mahora uniform, as well as a pair of glasses and a scowl that expressed obvious disdain. As the class stared the figure of Ayaka gave a quick twirl, and somehow transformed into the (Biblion?) Rouge character that was Chisame's pactio. She winked at the girls as their jaws started to slack open.
“Ugh.” Long said as he straightened himself before looking at the class. “Could I get one of you to send Kotaro-kun a text message letting him know I am just going to lie down when I get back to the room, and that he will likely have to fend for himself for the evening?”
Natsumi nodded to him. “I can Sensei.”
“Thank you Natsumi-san. Ahhhh-CHOO!” Long sneezed into his arm again, and both figures disappeared as he did so.
“Bless you.” Ayaka said. Long simply nodded in response.
As the class appeared to be relieved Long glanced at Haruna's artifact again. He frowned and flipped a couple of pages, appearing to become further confused as he didn't seem to find what he was looking for. He sighed, then said something that made everyone in the room nervous.
“Oh well, I can do much better than that.”
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Oct 16 2012, 04:24 PM
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Part the Second of "Drawings and Doodles." Continuing the theme.
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Moments after their teacher resumed drawing in Haruna's artifact, everyone resumed their telepathic chatter.
This isn't good. Chisame said.
I can no do anything. Ku Fei complained.
Everyone calm down. Yue said.
How can we be calm? He can summon things from Haruna's artifact. Chisame said.
You're just mad because he summoned a drawing of you. Anya said.
Actually, did anyone notice what he did summon? Nodoka asked.
What do you mean Honya-chan? Konoka asked.
Think about it. He apparently drew Chisame and Ayaka swapped around. Iincho looked to have Chisame's personality, and Chisame Ayaka's personality. Nodoka replied.
As the discussion continued, it was obvious that Long-sensei was filling the page with something. He looked tired, but seemed determined to finish the drawing. Every so often, he would peek at someone before resuming.
You are going somewhere with this? Haruna asked.
Didn't he say something about a 'different perspective' to you Haruna? Nodoka asked.
He did say that! I remember that. Ayaka said.
I'm not sure I like the sound of that. Kaede admitted.
It might not be as bad as we think. Konoka said. Think about it. He did confuse me and Set-chan when he first met all of us. Maybe he will draw me with Set-chan's sword and wings?
Everyone else that didn't have a pactio appeared to be studying, but the furtive glances they gave some of the others told a different story. They were likely as nervous as everyone else, having seen what Long-sensei summoned the first time.
Ojou-sama, I don't think he knows about my wings. Setsuna said.
Actually, that brings up an important question. Yue said.
What question? Anya asked.
How did Long-sensei know about Chisame's pactio in order to draw it? Yue said.
HUH? Came the reply from several people.
Actually, he might not have needed to know. Ayaka. Chisame. Did either of you feel something when Long-sensei sneezed and summoned those copies of you? Haruna asked.
I felt something, now that I think about it. Chisame admitted.
I felt something too. Ayaka said.
Hohohoho. I think we have learned something new about my artifact. Haruna's cheerfulness could be felt through the telepathic links.
Alright, out with it. Chisame growled.
It's simple. He used a bit of a shortcut in drawing. It is possible he put a brief description with the drawings explaining what he wanted, or rather, what he was thinking. I do that when I draw some of my constructs. Haruna's cheerfulness could still be felt, much to the annoyance of several people.
So what does that have to do with... Anya started to ask.
Those shortcuts are what I use to make my constructs faster. Instead of trying to draw full details, I use a bit of description. My artifact then summons the drawing based on the description and the shape of the drawing itself. Let me give you an example. You know the Sayo-bot that I summon for Sayo to have a human-sized body? I have measurements listed beside the drawing. Height, weight, amount of ammunition, it is all there. Did you try to use any descriptions when you drew those stick figures Konoka? Haruna asked.
No. Konoka said.
That's because you didn't think to. I know you tried to draw Setsuna as a stick figure, but that drawing didn't last very long once you summoned it. Haruna said.
But what does that mean? Anya asked.
I've noticed the more descriptive the description, or the more detailed the art, the longer the summoned drawing lasts. It is as if you are giving it more power as you describe it more. The more power it has, the better able to use any abilities of whoever he copies. Meaning that even though Long-sensei might not know about our pactios and artifacts, the drawings he summons might be able to use them, or at least copies of them. What's worse, it might be possible that the summoned copy has a chance to 'feel' our abilities as it is being summoned. I'd suspected as much during our time in the Magical World, but I've never really put that to the test. Haruna seemed reluctant to admit what she had just telepathically sent.
All eyes slowly turned to Long-sensei as he flipped the page and started drawing on another page. Everyone realized the implications of what Haruna had said. Long-sensei was the sort that might not enjoy details, as he himself had admitted when he introduced himself to them before the start of the school year, but that did not mean that he would ignore details. If anything, he had been very careful in how he handled them.
It was known by those whose job it was to know such things that Long-sensei had been very busy with various things since his arrival two days before the new school year started. That had been two weeks ago. Since then, he had apparently been busy with getting to know the names, faces, and positions of many of the students and faculty throughout the Academy, not just the High School.
What was bothering certain individuals however, was how he went about doing that. At first glance the order he went in seemed random, talking to members of the University Robotics Club one day, then talking to members of the Sewing Club immediately afterward. It was also apparent that Long was not trying to hide anything from those keeping an eye on him.
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Jan 8 2013, 02:57 PM
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Anemoi's snippet (plus extras)
Nekane sat down in an empty seat between SCM and Anemoi. The author-in-question was busy removing red packets of tissue from his nostrils.
"Are you feeling ok?" Nekane asked, concerned.
"It was unexpected. I think I'll live." He replied, flicking the bloody tissues into the garbage.
"Well that's good, " she sighed, helping herself to some snacks. "I hope you can grow out of it, I'd hate for that to happen to you on your honeymoon night."
I swear I got whiplash turning around at that remark.
"What?" Nekane asked, shrugging her shoulders. "My grandmother always taught me that any man who nosebleeds in the presence of a woman is a virgin."
Half the table started snickering as Anemoi practically melted out of his chair. From the sound of it, he seemed to have slipped under the table. A moment passed before a hand reached up and pulled his character sheet and snack plate down with him.
"Dude are you really a virgin?" SCM asked, trying to suppress his laughter.
His hand re-appeared holding a crudely written note.
FUCK YOU. Yes
"You guys act like it's something to be ashamed of, " Marq commented in a surprised tone from his seat. "Well, out of feelings of solidarity, I confess that I too am a virgin." Cue almost everyone staring at him. "What? Is there something on my face?"
"Virgin and proud of it." Sereg pointed at himself.
"I have a better question," Cygnus said, once again speaking out of nowhere. "Who here isn't a virgin? While I'd love to have a lady, I'm not exactly in any rush."
“I'm not in any rush either. For the record I lost my virginity some years ago.” I said.
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“Alright. Are we ready?”
“Yes.” everyone chorused.
I nodded and opened my mouth to start telling them the scenario. THAT'S when it hit me.
I can imagine the looks on everyone's faces when I suddenly felt the need to facepalm, followed by a firm headdesk.
Did we suddenly realize that we picked a scenario that seems a little too familiar?
As I strangled my Worse Half, I decided to modify things just a bit. Thankfully, I didn't need to do much.
I straightened back up and popped my neck before stating, “All of you are on a boat.”
Before anyone could make the obvious joke, I continued, “The sea is rough, but thankfully you're all on the lowest deck. That, combined with the shackles that hold your hands and arms to the side of the ship, keep you from becoming seasick.
“All that you are certain of is that your homes, loved ones, mentors, everyone... is gone. At least, if you believe the crew's statements to that effect. You're only vaguely certain that you have been in this condition for a week. And after that week, you are weak, having been fed only enough to survive, as well as the occasional beating.” I turned to SCM, “Especially in your case, after you Acid Splashed a couple of people in their eyes.
“The taunting of the crew has led you to believe that you are not heading for a happy place. Instead, it sounds as if you are heading someplace filled with death and despair. It also sounds as if you are nearing that place right now, as the crew is running around quickly.
“The fifty-some other people with you seem to be in the same emotional states all of you are in. Worried, tired, eager to be anywhere else, whatever. You are quite literally, all in this boat together.”
"This'll be fun." Sereg grinned.
SCM considered carefully. “When I become a vampire, all these people are going to die, ” he cheerfully declared in-character. “And I've been using acid splash on the lock of my shackles every day. It's a complete, useless mess that will break at the slightest tug.”
I nodded to him, “Ok. I'll keep that in mind.”
"Did we see what size the boat is before being put into it? Do we take up the entirety of below decks, or is there other cargo down here with us? If so, do we know what the other contents are?" Calm asked while arranging all the dice in front of him to have the number 4 facing up.
I leaned back into the chair and thought for a moment before answering. “Roughly a sloop in size. Not a huge ship in other words. And the only other cargo down there with you is other people. You honestly wonder how these morons store food and water on this ship, considering that it should all be down there with you.”
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Jan 8 2013, 06:04 PM
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Calm stroked his goatee, and closed his eyes in thought, "Our gear isn't there then, and we don't have any improvised weapons for a breakout. Not giving us much to work with are you. hmm. Do we have any idea about how many people are manning this vessel?"
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Jan 8 2013, 07:13 PM
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"At least a dozen, probably closer to fifteen as a best guess. You've had a full week to sort that out."
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Madman with a box? I'm a madman with a semi, a pretzel bender and a Heart of Gold!
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Jan 9 2013, 01:07 PM
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"Can I reach our acid-spraying halfling's shackles? I want to try raging and snapping the shackles with a strength check."
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Jan 9 2013, 01:12 PM
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I didn't have to think about that one. "Nope. Maybe I am not using the right word here. But when I mean 'shackles' I am not talking about 'manacles with chains.' I'm talking about a rigid piece of iron that is covering both wrists and is holding your hands above your head." I held my hands up while saying that to illustrate what I was talking about. "It's darn difficult to rage after fatigue has set in. And trust me, just holding my hands like this is making my arms hurt now."
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Jan 10 2013, 01:23 AM
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"We're mechanically fatigued and I can't rage as long as this is the case? Okay. How much can I move my feet? What can I kick? Even just the floor. Th ship is made of wood, right? I want to attack it."
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Jan 10 2013, 10:44 AM
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“Nekane's playing a what?” Sinclair asked, not entirely sure he had heard right.
“You heard her.” I said.
“I'm playing a paladin of Olidammara.” Nekane repeated.
Oh, the looks I got from that.
“Olidammara!? How does Olidammara get a 'paladin!?'“ Sereg asked.
“Ok. First of all, being a paladin in my world does not mean you are noble and good. What it does mean is that you are devoted to your god and faith. Enough so that you are willing to go about and spread the word, as well as behave in a manner that represents your god. The definition of paladin is 'knightly champion.'
“Olidammara teaches his followers to avoid predictability and routine, to delight in wine, to learn music, to seek out happiness, joy, entertainment, and the company of others. Olidammara advises his faithful to appreciate both the jokes they play and the jokes played on them. He also teaches that misery, temperance, and solemnity are the greatest poisons to the soul” Nekane said.
Now she got looks from all of us.
“I played a thief once. It was a few months ago.” Nekane said with a sheepish expression on her face.
“This explains why you didn't balk at how I told you how to act.” I mused. “Everyone ready?”
“I need to get my bag of dice from my room.” Nekane said.
I nodded. “Five minute warning then. Get drinks, snacks, whatever.”
"Uh, mate?" Sinclair leaned in my direction as soon as I was done speaking. "I don't mean I don't like your idea for the paladin" he began. "In fact, I love it! It's just that... I've been trying to do something like this for weeks and had been unable to figure out how to make it work. So... can I see the class specs?"
I thought for a second. “Well, basically take the alignment restrictions and toss them out the window. Laying on Hands works the same. It's not that complicated. I'll have to actually sit down and write that up.”
He chuckled. "That's the easy part. What about spell lists? You can't tell me a paladin of Nerul will have Protection From Evil."
"Well, obviously, he has Protection from Good instead..."
"What about Neutral gods?" Sinclair countered immediately. "Or take Olidammara. He isn't big on healing like Pelor. He's a trickster god. The issue isn't as simple as switching opposite spells around."
“Actually, yes it is to an extent. Think of it this way: Most paladins are 'decent.' Not 'good.' Decent. Olidammara might not be big on healing, but he is big on companionship, therefore healing spells work. I seem to think the rules provide for a bit of choice in regards to healing or hurting when it comes to the Laying on Hands.”
As I was thinking, Nekane left the table. When she was out of earshot, I murmured to everyone, “Three words: Black Rose Baron.”
“Ah. Ok then.” Calm nodded.
“Huh?” Marq asked.
“The Black Rose Baron is the character Nekane was in the second season of anime.” Calm explained.
“Oh yeah. That's right.” Marq said.
I nodded. “I'm hoping she can pull that off for us tonight.”
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Anemoi's snippet (plus extras)
Nekane sat down in an empty seat between SCM and Anemoi. The author-in-question was busy removing red packets of tissue from his nostrils.
"Are you feeling ok?" Nekane asked, concerned.
"It was unexpected. I think I'll live." He replied, flicking the bloody tissues into the garbage.
He nearly fell from his chair as Sinclair lunged toward the bin. He slowly lifted the tissues out, holding them gingerly between two fingers. He proceeded to burn them with a pocket lighter.
"How many times do I have to tell you guys!" he admonished, sounding more resigned than angry. "I thought you were supposed to be a savvy lot."
He turned directly to Anemoi, fixing him with a stern gaze. "Don't leave any of your things lying around. Burn or otherwise destroy any samples of blood or hair, and the like. Don't give your full Name to anyone. These are only basic safety rules. There are wizards about, mate, and not all of them are friendly."
"But..." Anemoi started, searching for words, before finally settling on "It's not Chicago."
"Can you guarantee it's different here?" Sinclair shot back. "I can't either. That's why I'm going to be careful."
“We have that trash barrel out back to burn things. But yes we do need to be careful.” I said before turning to Anemoi. “And yes, this is not Chicago. We're more likely dealing with London. The corruption has been around longer I'm sure.”
Apparently deciding that to be the end of the discussion, Sinclair returned to his chair and sat down.
After watching all of that Nekane went on. "Well that's good, " she sighed, helping herself to some snacks. "I hope you can grow out of it, I'd hate for that to happen to you on your honeymoon night."
I swear I got whiplash turning around at that remark.
"What?" Nekane asked, shrugging her shoulders. "My grandmother always taught me that any man who nosebleeds in the presence of a woman is a virgin."
Half the table started snickering as Anemoi practically melted out of his chair. From the sound of it, he seemed to have slipped under the table. A moment passed before a hand reached up and pulled his character sheet and snack plate down with him.
"Dude are you really a virgin?" SCM asked, trying to suppress his laughter.
His hand re-appeared holding a crudely written note.
FUCK YOU. Yes
"You guys act like it's something to be ashamed of, " Marq commented in a surprised tone from his seat. "Well, out of feelings of solidarity, I confess that I too am a virgin." Cue almost everyone staring at him. "What? Is there something on my face?"
"Virgin and proud of it." Sereg pointed at himself.
"I have a better question," Cygnus said, once again speaking out of nowhere. "Who here isn't a virgin? While I'd love to have a lady, I'm not exactly in any rush."
“I'm not in any rush either. For the record I lost my virginity some years ago.” I said.
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“Alright. Are we ready?”
“Yes.” everyone chorused.
I nodded and opened my mouth to start telling them the scenario. THAT'S when it hit me.
I can imagine the looks on everyone's faces when I suddenly felt the need to facepalm, followed by a firm headdesk.
Did we suddenly realize that we picked a scenario that seems a little too familiar?
As I strangled my Worse Half, I decided to modify things just a bit. Thankfully, I didn't need to do much.
I straightened back up and popped my neck before stating, “All of you are on a boat.”
Before anyone could make the obvious joke, I continued, “The sea is rough, but thankfully you're all on the lowest deck. That, combined with the shackles that hold your hands and arms to the side of the ship, keep you from becoming seasick.
“All that you are certain of is that your homes, loved ones, mentors, everyone... is gone. At least, if you believe the crew's statements to that effect. You're only vaguely certain that you have been in this condition for a week. And after that week, you are weak, having been fed only enough to survive, as well as the occasional beating.” I turned to SCM, “Especially in your case, after you Acid Splashed a couple of people in their eyes.
“The taunting of the crew has led you to believe that you are not heading for a happy place. Instead, it sounds as if you are heading someplace filled with death and despair. It also sounds as if you are nearing that place right now, as the crew is running around quickly.
“The fifty-some other people with you seem to be in the same emotional states all of you are in. Worried, tired, eager to be anywhere else, whatever. You are quite literally, all in this boat together.”
"This'll be fun." Sereg grinned.
SCM considered carefully. “When I become a vampire, all these people are going to die, ” he cheerfully declared in-character. “And I've been using acid splash on the lock of my shackles every day. It's a complete, useless mess that will break at the slightest tug.”
I nodded to him, “Ok. I'll keep that in mind.”
"Did we see what size the boat is before being put into it? Do we take up the entirety of below decks, or is there other cargo down here with us? If so, do we know what the other contents are?" Calm asked while arranging all the dice in front of him to have the number 4 facing up.
I leaned back into the chair and thought for a moment before answering. “Roughly a sloop in size. Not a huge ship in other words. And the only other cargo down there with you is other people. You honestly wonder how these morons store food and water on this ship, considering that it should all be down there with you.”
Calm stroked his goatee, and closed his eyes in thought, "Our gear isn't there then, and we don't have any improvised weapons for a breakout. Not giving us much to work with are you. hmm. Do we have any idea about how many people are manning this vessel?"
"At least a dozen, probably closer to fifteen as a best guess. You've had a full week to sort that out."
Sereg asked, "Can I reach our acid-spraying halfling's shackles? I want to try raging and snapping the shackles with a strength check."
I didn't have to think about that one. "Nope. Maybe I am not using the right word here. But when I mean 'shackles' I am not talking about 'manacles with chains.' I'm talking about a rigid piece of iron that is covering both wrists and is holding your hands above your head." I held my hands up while saying that to illustrate what I was talking about. "It's darn difficult to rage after fatigue has set in. And trust me, just holding my hands like this is making my arms hurt now."
"We're mechanically fatigued and I can't rage as long as this is the case? Okay. How much can I move my feet? What can I kick? Even just the floor. The ship is made of wood, right? I want to attack it."
“I attack the darkness.” I muttered, much to the amusement of everyone.
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After getting everyone off the boat (with difficulties) and getting everyone into the island prison (with difficulties), the party was getting ready to break out. Of course there would be difficulties.
“Ok gang. There is a 20-foot tall 200-foot long wall that blocks the way out, with only one set of doors right in the middle of it, which is where you came in at. There are towers set every 50 feet, with one on each end so that they can shoot arrows at you from safety. And shoot at you they can, as the ground is clear for about 150 feet before you even get to the wall. There are torches and such trying to light the area, but they don't do that good a job. Nekane spotted a set of metal rungs in the side of the doorway that climb upward.”
I had drawn a map of the area. Not that it was much to look at. Basically the wall blocked the narrowest part of the island. Everyone thrown into the 'prison' would be hunted down and killed for sport for the evil noble wannabe that resided on the island. Swimming around was a bad idea, not only because of the towers, but because of the critters in the water as well.
The obvious tactic for the party would be to carefully sneak to the doors, climb up the rungs, and then see about getting rid of the guards. Of course, having run this twice before, I left a bit of room for improvisation.
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Madman with a box? I'm a madman with a semi, a pretzel bender and a Heart of Gold!
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Sereg
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Jan 10 2013, 11:26 AM
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"Are we still fatigued? And can I target the towers wth my illusions? I assume that smasing through the door isn't going to help with clearing out the archers. What time period are we working with? Do we have the oppertunity to build something? What do we know about the hunting parties? Do we know what size they'll be?"
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