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WAAPT@tropi.us Legacy → WAAPT: In-Universe → Tabletop Night with Mew
-Ammy picks a queen chess peice. Bartelby picks a mage miniature-
-Satele concentrates, trying to keep her thoughts from being heard by the array of legendaries and/or psychics nearby.-
Satele: I should really try and see if I can't angle to get Selene at least SOMETHING out of this whole deal. Now I gotta figure out WHAT...
-Meanwhile, a shadow moves ever so slightly at the door. People may or may not notice the fact that Selene now has two shadows.-
-Crow, being Crow, notices nothing of the sort-
Mew: The Gunbard looks good to me!
OK, while everybody gets situated, I'll lay out the starting scenario...
You all meet in a tavern, called the Go Bar. The interior design is very red. The tavern's entrance and exit doors are on separate walls of the building.
Barring modifiers on your character sheet, you each start with 1500gp.
Satele: ... [spoiler]~Are they, like, in a gentleman's club or something?~
Selene: Awesome! That lets me get some decent armor with a few... extra sets of clothes... plus comfortable shoes... a few daggers... And a crossbow! Oh, and a holy pendant. That part's important. Awesome!
-Selene writes the details down on her character sheet.-
Selene: So, my changeling's probably in the form of a beautiful pink-haired woman, eying the other bar patrons.
Jason:Alright...I can get a robe...a few books, some ink...spiffy glasses..and a staff!
-Writes-
Still some left over...ah! A few rings! I can enchant those~
-Smirks.-
My Braixen is currently making himself look like a cloaked and redhaird, quite bishie scholar.
Honchcrow: <Hm... Wasn't expecting it to be in a building.>
<Oh well.>
-He considers what Selene and Jason have said before he starts phrasing something-
<An Aerodactyl hunter is probably eating something he caught recently, not making much sound when doing so. Also probably sticking to a part of the tavern where he might not be seen too easily.>
<...Oh, and he probably has a bag and might be wearing something for camouflage.>
Mew: Currently the only patron in the bar besides the PCs is an old man in an expensive suit, black tophat, and a thick white mustache.
Bonfire: I infect him!
Mew: Um... O_O Roll a Stealth check? As a shambling zombie you get a -3 penalty...
Bonfire: -rolls- I'm number one!
Mew: ... He sees you coming, beans you with a money bag for... (roll) 5 damage, then resumes his drink.
Bonfire: I bet he's a spy.
Diane: Alright, so, swashbuckler-elf-girl is sitting at a table, with a drink in front of her. She's probably reading a book of some sort, but she looks up and raises an eyebrow at the failed zombification attempt.
Selene: You try that on me and I'll turn your face to dust.
Satele: <Woah, no way! You can do that?!>
Selene: Yeah, I'm a cleric subclass. Here, take a look.
-Selene shows Satele a page of her character sheet.-
Satele: <Oh, uh, yeah, uh huh, right...>
Selene: You can't read, can you?
Satele: <Pff, whaaaaat? I can totally read!>
Selene: ... Uh huh.
Jason:Verigan, the mage? He also blinks at the attempt. Aaaaand back to his drink.
Bartelby: My character asks the old man if he's alright.
Human!Ammy: My character smites Bonfire's with her fire sword!
-The "Moon Demon" meanwhile is sheepishly observing the other players, not sure what to do in his first ever DnD session.-
"Moon Demon": <So, Evarisch enters the bar, his clothes worn and his breath heavy, he sits at an empty table and asks for...> -- rolls a 1d4 -- <...two glasses of vodka.>
-examines his character sheet-
<One for him and one for... well, whoever decides to pay for a song.>
-looking at the interaction between Bonfire and Ammy-
<Do the battle encounters start now? My character might need to trade for machinegun magazines...>
The old man introduces himself as Uncle Pennybags the Banker-
Bonfire: Fine, my character tries to infect yours!
o_o; Um... Ammy, two rolls... one for sword damage, and you can't use the fire elemental modifier against a Charizard... and a Constitution save against the zombification...
Meanwhile the bartender brings Evarisch his drinks. He implies the bard may have his tab waived if he can break up the fight. Apparently the normal bouncer is currently across town at St. Charles Place.
Jason:Verigan just kinda....stares. He addresses the elf.
Verigan:Does this ushually happen round here?
Diane: The elf in question shrugs.
Cindra the High Elf Swashbuckler: Bar fights happen everywhere, but I can't say I've ever seen them involve the undead before.
Verigan the Disguised!Braixen Mage:Undead sheem to be finicky like zat...
Jason: He shrugs as well.
Verigan:Mind if I buy you shome drink? M' namesh Verigan.
Selene: The pink-haired woman in the corner clutches an amulet around her neck.
Elune the Changeling: Never a dull moment...
Satele: <This is going along just swimmingly...>
Diane: The swashbuckler chuckles.
Cindra: 'Preciate the offer, but I've had a couple already and I'm tryin' not to get too tipsy.
Diane: She holds out a hand, as an offer for a handshake.
Cindra: Name's Cindra. Pleasure to meet ya, Verigan.
Jason:Verigan smirks, accepting the handshake.
Verigan:Likewise Cindra. Never thought I'd hear the phrash "too tipshy"
Jason:He also chuckles heartily.-
-You know, for simplicity's sake, mind if I take over up here?-
-AGH! Diane, since when did you know about the narration box?!-
-You don't remember April Fool's Day?-
-...Right. Fine. Whatever.-
-Sweet! Anyway, Cindra grins.-
Cindra: I can tell. You sound like you've gone way past "too tipsy" already.
-Oh, this is a thing?-
-Oh god, not you too...-
-Hey, let me be convinient.-
-Fine...-
-Verigan chuckles-
Verigan:Beg pardon. Thish be me normal shpeak, me fair lassie.
-At least Selene doesn't kn-
-THE GREAT AND POWERFUL ALEXANDRINE HAS ARRIVED!-
-Oh Arceus please not you...-
-Begone from mine box, peon!-
-Fine! You know what, I had vacation time lined up anyway!-
-EXCELLENT!-
Honchcrow: <...You guys are being silly.>
<Uh, but... the Aerodactyl's probably watching the bar fight warily, though possibly now full of what he caught.>
<He's prepared to flee if the Charizard comes after him, but probably isn't going to get involved because of said full stomach and the fact that zombies aren't particularly appetizing.>
Noir: My turn fuckboys
My my Noir, you should really watch that mouth of yours.
Noir: Shaddup
Anyway, I have my character stand up upon the bar table. Loudly shouting her name and casting a Cause Fear spell.
Dahlia da Deathdealer: l AM DAHLIA DA DEATH DEALER. U PREPZ WIL FEEL DA WRAF OF TH MGIHTY DRED NECROTIC.
~*2spoopy4u*~
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