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*Encounter Critical* God City Sandbox

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

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wulfgar

(I'm back...sort of...pretty busy..but I'll try catching up and chiming in sometime today)
 

ttagxamm

[Good to hear from you, Wulf!  Hope your move is going well.  Here's a quick recap of events in the arena:
 
  • Zarko and Buck spent a few minutes talking to the cryptic vobling Starchine Moonchilde, ultimately deciding not to fight him
  • Some wookies led by a zombie-wook hybrid came to challenge your crew.  One of your sentries sounded an alarm, but Shifty the elf decided to shank a wooky instead, and got clobbered for it.
  • Three of the wookies drew circles in the dirt and have been taunting your crew.  Buck took up a challenge and took one out.  The half-zombie wants to fight Creature.
Running: Encounter Critical, online at God City Sandbox
Playing: 2e, Pathfinder
Blogging: Music, Games, Bad Poetry at  Malevolent & Benign

Coffee

Quote from: ttagxamm;262908Three of the wookies drew circles in the dirt and have been taunting your crew.  Buck took up a challenge and took one out.  The half-zombie wants to fight Creature.

Yeah, and the other one wants to fight me! I don't want to fight something that big. I'm just a scrawny little guy.

But hey, I will go ahead and taunt him. I'm totally cool with that; it's what us little guys do. (I can run faster scared than he can mad...)

"Oooga Booga!" Zarko bellows at the Wookie. He walks up next to the circle and starts to go around it, but doesn't step inside. All the while, he makes any rude gestures he can think of (flipping him off, etc.), trying to get the wook's goat and make him lose his cool.


What I learned from Starshine is this: There is fighting, and then there is fighting. You have to play to your strengths.


(I was hoping there was some kind of skill or power I could use in this, but don't see anything that seems applicable. Oh, well. If the ref wants me to roll something, he has but to say so.)
 

ttagxamm

[Roleplaying this out is fine.  If you're hoping for some mechanical effect (a la kender taunting foes into attacking at a penalty) I'd say you could try rolling Psychic Implant -- but you might want to sling some nastier insults than "Ooga Booga."]
Running: Encounter Critical, online at God City Sandbox
Playing: 2e, Pathfinder
Blogging: Music, Games, Bad Poetry at  Malevolent & Benign

wulfgar

Sure- Creature will throw down with the wookie zombie
 

Coffee

Quote from: ttagxamm;262924[Roleplaying this out is fine.  If you're hoping for some mechanical effect (a la kender taunting foes into attacking at a penalty) I'd say you could try rolling Psychic Implant -- but you might want to sling some nastier insults than "Ooga Booga."]

Sorry, too subtle? I was implying that he didn't speak, just made noises. I.e., he's not a "real person" and therefore not worth fighting.

Yeah, that probably was too subtle, for a wookie.

Zarko runs his fingers through his lush pompadour. "Get a comb, ya shaggy loser."

"No wonder ya got hairballs."
 

ttagxamm

[Sir, wookies everywhere take grave offense at your assumptions.  Why this very wooky is a renowned slam poet, and won an honorable mention from the New Anthology of Kashyyk Poetry for his chapbook RRRRRRRRRrrggghhhrrra'k. ;)]
Running: Encounter Critical, online at God City Sandbox
Playing: 2e, Pathfinder
Blogging: Music, Games, Bad Poetry at  Malevolent & Benign

ttagxamm

Quote from: wulfgar;262929Sure- Creature will throw down with the wookie zombie
[Rock on, blood.  Roll dem bones, show 'em what you got.]
Running: Encounter Critical, online at God City Sandbox
Playing: 2e, Pathfinder
Blogging: Music, Games, Bad Poetry at  Malevolent & Benign

Dr Rotwang!

"Buying."

[Max -- you're kind of running two games now and it's all my fault.  How do we get the band back together?]
Dr Rotwang!
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ttagxamm

[It's really not a thing, Doc!  PbP works very well for divided parties -- I can attend to each group based on the speed of your posts without forcing anyone to sit around.  Remember, Fable/Hobson never really wanted to fight in the Brawl anyway, so don't feel bad.

[That said, if either side feels things are sputtering or stalled, let me know.  I'm having a blast with this -- and I want all of you to be having a blast (having blasts?) too!]
Running: Encounter Critical, online at God City Sandbox
Playing: 2e, Pathfinder
Blogging: Music, Games, Bad Poetry at  Malevolent & Benign

ttagxamm

#775
Quote from: Coffee;262922Yeah, and the other one wants to fight me! I don't want to fight something that big. I'm just a scrawny little guy.

But hey, I will go ahead and taunt him. I'm totally cool with that; it's what us little guys do. (I can run faster scared than he can mad...)

"Oooga Booga!" Zarko bellows at the Wookie. He walks up next to the circle and starts to go around it, but doesn't step inside. All the while, he makes any rude gestures he can think of (flipping him off, etc.), trying to get the wook's goat and make him lose his cool....Zarko runs his fingers through his lush pompadour. "Get a comb, ya shaggy loser."

"No wonder ya got hairballs."
Zarko is joined by the young wrestler "Sugar" Ray Rocketblaster, who has a few choice words of his own for the wooky.  "Come on outta ya circle tall dark an' hairy!  I'll make a wig outta ya!  Ya sideways poodle..."

The wook bares his teeth and growls derisively.  He mimics each of your gestures in as mincing a way as possible for a 6'6" wooky.  Suddenly his eyes go blank.  As if possessed by a Warlock Mime he pantomimes a breathtakingly filthy scene involving Zarko, Rocketblaster, their parents and a pack of stray dogs.  The crowd of fighters watching gasps.

Rocketblaster clenches his fists, his neck muscles, his teeth, heck even his eyes clench.  Just barely, he manages to control himself.  Zarko feels his hackles rise, and struggles against a rush of pure gorilla rage.

[You got served, dogg.  Wooky got reeeal lucky with his Psychic Implant roll.]

[You need to roll Psi-Resist.   If you fail you'll take a 10% penalty to *all* percentile rolls for the duration of the Brawl, unless you take a swing at the wooky who just humiliated you in front of your crew.]
Running: Encounter Critical, online at God City Sandbox
Playing: 2e, Pathfinder
Blogging: Music, Games, Bad Poetry at  Malevolent & Benign

ttagxamm

Quote from: ttagxamm;262522The ratling regards Quazarn through rosy pink eyes.  Her thick Slavic accent tells you her forebears must have migrated to Vanth via a Roosky colony ship.

"That thing you mentioned.  Buying or selling?"

Quote from: Dr Rotwang!;262953"Buying."
"I maybe have what you are looking for.  Expensive goods, no?"  

Glancing at Hobson she chitters impatiently, "Sit down, malenky.  Pony?"
Running: Encounter Critical, online at God City Sandbox
Playing: 2e, Pathfinder
Blogging: Music, Games, Bad Poetry at  Malevolent & Benign

Coffee

Quote from: ttagxamm;263053[You got served, dogg.  Wooky got reeeal lucky with his Psychic Implant roll.]

[You need to roll Psi-Resist.   If you fail you'll take a 10% penalty to *all* percentile rolls for the duration of the Brawl, unless you take a swing at the wooky who just humiliated you in front of your crew.]

Okay, that's no problem. My Psi-Resist is a healthy 58 and I rolled...99.

Okay, so I'm on him like -- well, like stink on a wookee.

Initiative: 5
Melee Attack: Need 55, rolled 19 -- hit!
Damage: 1
Saving Throw: Need 37, rolled -- Another bloody 99! My dice hate me today!



But hey, why should today be any different.

Ball's in your court, hairbag.
 

Dr Rotwang!

Quote from: ttagxamm;263063"I maybe have what you are looking for.  Expensive goods, no?"
"Well," replies Quazarn flatly, but not impolitely, "I'm simply interested in a regular Ontobian sombreroid -- no fancy haberdashery, merely the traiditional transfelt and blam-wicker...show us what you have, for I am in the market."  He flashes a big, friendly smile.  Everybody likes Quazarn!
Dr Rotwang!
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Rondo

(I got no problems with the split game...it's a blast anyway you slice it, thanks to some great players and an visionary JM.  I would like us to float back together at some point too, but I'm sure we'll work it out).

Buck is feeling a little bit better (I only have 4 HPS left, so i'm not how sure how "in the fight" Buck still is).  He motions to the zombie critter, "Take it easy on the poor slob Creech...just tear off ONE of his arms."....Buck is keeping a close eye on Zarko too, in case anyone else tries to jump in there and outnumber him and our NPC.  If that happens Buck is in there like lightening.  Well, as close to lightening as a beat-up space pilot can muster!