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*Encounter Critical* God City Sandbox

Started by ttagxamm, August 20, 2008, 11:35:50 PM

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ttagxamm

Quote from: Age of Fable;260401Hobson will replace his crossbow, draw his cutlass and, if he has time this round, try and shoulder-barge his way out of the door, shouting "Damn you, sorcerer!"
Brandishing his cutlass Hobson boldly charges from the locker room!  Hurling his small body into the door with a yell, he nearly falls prone when he meets no resistance whatsoever.  The freshly oiled and completely unblocked swinging door bangs against the tunnel wall and flaps noisily shut behind him.  

The Chief is distracted by the fleeing hobling, and Quazarn seizes the the day, the moment, the hour and the radio.  "Oh, cool," he says icily as he puts it to his ear.  He pretends to listen, and then throws it over his shoulder.  "I hate that station."

"Let's talk a little about your future, Chief..."

Tallbard's face is pale, but his voice is firm and steady, the rough edge of command polished smooth like a rock in a stream.  "Talk?  That'd be great, son.  Why don't we have a seat and talk things out, chew the fat and settle the hash, man to man."

His words are forceful, yet calm, and once again Quazarn can't help but to relax.  The Chief ain't such a bad guy, is he?

[Need a percentile roll from you, Doc...]
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Coffee

Quote from: Rondo;260504"I'm all for Creech bashing this chucklehead on the beezer, frankly, but....what do we have in mind to do with this joker?", Buck is leaning over to Zarko whispering with his hand on the side of his mouth.

"What I'd really like," Zarko whispers back behind his own hand, "is to find some other guys to throw at this one. Then we'd see what he's made of. Either they'd take him out, problem solved, or he'd take them out and reduce the competition.

"Plus we'd get to see what we're up against."
 

Rondo

"Hmm...not a bad idea there, Zarko", says Buck as he glances back to the Creature to see how he's handling all this.  "HEY!", Buck raises his voice to the king of the flashdance..., "We were wondering...", he gestures over to some of the remaining rabble that still look like they'd kick up some dust, "how 'bout a little wager....think you could knock the socks off those idiots over there?", he's rubbing his fingers together in a gesture of money.  "Not sure what I can pay you with, but we'd sure like to see you in action....what you've shown us so far has been pretty darned impressive!  Why dont'cha go over there and finish some of these losers off?".  Buck is grinning from ear to ear.

Command Roll:
Argue: 31% (made it)
Crowd Manipulate: 20% (made it)
Lesser Feat: 27% (made it)
Restore Courage: 82% (failed...jeez, I was on a roll!)
(hell, i'm trying 'em all...don't know what you want me to roll, and this EC stuff is a open-ended pain in the ass sometimes)

ttagxamm

"I did not catch your name, oh pilot without a ship?" smiles Starshine, turning to regard Buck through his black sunglasses.  "It doesn't matter.  It's a foolish gambler who bets money he does not have on a horse with no name.  Why would I wish to ramble when it's you who wants to see me rumble?"
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Playing: 2e, Pathfinder
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ttagxamm

#694
QuoteCommand Roll:
Argue: 31% (made it)
Crowd Manipulate: 20% (made it)
Lesser Feat: 27% (made it)
Restore Courage: 82% (failed...jeez, I was on a roll!)
(hell, i'm trying 'em all...don't know what you want me to roll, and this EC stuff is a open-ended pain in the ass sometimes)
[Social skills based on Intelligence and Leadership should be mainly role-played -- go to the dice if you want to get a little extra oomph but success or failure isn't necessarily going to be determined purely by the roll.  Probably best to commit to using one or two ability rolls per round or action though: "Using Robot Friend and See the Future I attempt to re-calibrate Rollo the Craps-bot to always roll boxcars."

On the other hand if you want to do something truly outlandish -- "I Command my Monster Friend Godzilla to roll over and play dead" -- I think throwing the dice is a fun option.  Something like this would only work on a ridonkulously good roll, but if you succeed, hey, you just made Godzilla your puppy.  How cool is that?

WRT the skills you rolled above, my thoughts: I'd say Argue is for logical, reason-based persuasion, as opposed to Command or Seduce for more emotional appeals.  Crowd Manipulate is to influence a group or perform for an audience.  Restore Courage could be used to rally henchmen with broken morale or save vs a fear spell.  The Feats are generally for tests of physical strength only -- but if you wanted to intimidate someone you could try using Lesser Feat to do a Hulkamania type pose down.]
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Playing: 2e, Pathfinder
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Age of Fable

Hobson notices that Quazarn isn't running behind him.

"Damn you sorcerer!"
free resources:
Teleleli The people, places, gods and monsters of the great city of Teleleli and the islands around.
Age of Fable \'Online gamebook\', in the style of Fighting Fantasy, Lone Wolf and Fabled Lands.
Tables for Fables Random charts for any fantasy RPG rules.
Fantasy Adventure Ideas Generator
Cyberpunk/fantasy/pulp/space opera/superhero/western Plot Generator.
Cute Board Heroes Paper \'miniatures\'.
Map Generator
Dungeon generator for Basic D&D or Tunnels & Trolls.

Rondo

"Ha! Fair enough....good call....truly I am a horseless rider", Buck misconstrues what Mr. Flippant throws at him..., "I do have a buddy here though, that can tear the arms off of a Klengon and beat him with it!", he pats Creech on his box-like frame.  "How'd you come to get mixed up in this whole rinky-dink fight?  You seem like you can do greater things than scrap with a buncha goons for prize dough."

ttagxamm

#697
Starshine's mouth twists into a faraway smile, "On the first part of my journey I beheld life all around me: plants and birds and rocks, sand and hills and rings.  I met a buzzing fly under a cloudless sky. The heat was hot and the ground was dry.  But the air was full of sound.  I meditated for--" he counts on his fingers, "nine days, and woke up here.  It felt good to get out of the rain."

The vobling tilts his sunglasses up on his head but his eyes remain closed.  He rolls onto his back, arms behind his head.

"I'm just a tiger's eye rocking in a hurricane, Buck Pulsar.  Flippant is as flippant does.  Do you wish to talk, or fight, or stare at the stars?"
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Playing: 2e, Pathfinder
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Dr Rotwang!

Quote from: ttagxamm;260565Tallbard's face is pale, but his voice is firm and steady, the rough edge of command polished smooth like a rock in a stream.  "Talk?  That'd be great, son.  Why don't we have a seat and talk things out, chew the fat and settle the hash, man to man."

His words are forceful, yet calm, and once again Quazarn can't help but to relax.  The Chief ain't such a bad guy, is he?
Quazarn isn't interested in having a beer with him.  Quazarn wants to be left the hell alone by him.

Quote[Need a percentile roll from you, Doc...]
[51.  Bad?]
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ttagxamm

Quazarn feels all his anger toward the Chief ebb away.  He's just a guy just trying to do his job after all.  A beer might be a little too friendly, but maybe it would be good to talk things out.  

[You are Stunned -- you are still in control of your own actions, but can't act to harm the Chief.

We're moving into a new round, keeping the same initiative sequence.  Hobson & Quazarn have a chance to act before the Chief.]
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Playing: 2e, Pathfinder
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Age of Fable

I try and sneak back so that I can see what's happening, without myself being seen.

If I need a roll for that: 30
free resources:
Teleleli The people, places, gods and monsters of the great city of Teleleli and the islands around.
Age of Fable \'Online gamebook\', in the style of Fighting Fantasy, Lone Wolf and Fabled Lands.
Tables for Fables Random charts for any fantasy RPG rules.
Fantasy Adventure Ideas Generator
Cyberpunk/fantasy/pulp/space opera/superhero/western Plot Generator.
Cute Board Heroes Paper \'miniatures\'.
Map Generator
Dungeon generator for Basic D&D or Tunnels & Trolls.

Dr Rotwang!

"Your future, Chief," Quazarn declares, "involves you leaving me the hell alone.  If that bulldozer's such a big deal, wait another hour, you'll have it back.  I'm stepping awy now; I suggest you do same."  Quazarn backs away from the chief, at a comfortable clip.

Time to get the hell outta here.
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ttagxamm

Just as Hobson approaches the door to peer through it bangs open, once again crashing into the tunnel wall.  Hobson jumps back out of the way, and Quazarn backs through the door into the hall.

Before the door swings shut Hobson sees the Chief limping toward the door.  "C'mon now buddy, don't go off in a rush, it's better for everyone if we just talk this out..."

[You two stooges want a ladder for a prop? :D  I was pretty tempted to make Hobson save vs getting smacked by the door.

[Which way now?  To your right are the turnstiles and the tunnel leading to the front, to your left is the gate and ramp to the arena, with lounges branching off to either side before the ramp]
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wulfgar

(I'm in the process of moving this week, so may not be able to post as often, please feel free to brawl on without me)
 

Coffee

Quote from: ttagxamm;260706"I'm just a tiger's eye rocking in a hurricane, Buck Pulsar.  Flippant is as flippant does.  Do you wish to talk, or fight, or stare at the stars?"


"I, personally," Zarko says, raising his hand "would lean toward the whole staring at the stars kinda thing.

"But we've got this whole brawl thing to get through, first."


(edited for grammar)