>>36651205
Off to the side, a robot girl in blue armor is doing a damn fine job of holding off your giant fly nemesis and its giant fly compatriots (because OF COURSE there’s going to be more than one of the damn things buzzing around when you least need it). It’s even more impressive, given that Rokko looks like she’s already got one foot in the grave and is delaying the inevitable by holding the grim reaper at gunpoint- except literally. The staccato roar of her arm cannon blazing away is music to your ears, especially when it’s accompanied by the sound of flies shrieking exploding into messily squishy bits.

And then there’s the spell-slinging spellcaster. Your friend and/or mild nuisance, the monster-hunting catgirl Moru, is holding her off the best she can, but no one’s gaining the upper hand. The spellcaster’s fireballs and lightning bolts are flash-frying a huge swathe of the snowfields, but the sneaky little catgirl git is nimble enough to stay one step ahead, dashing and jumping and rolling even while carrying that abomination of a weapon she calls a gunlance. On the other hand, each shot taken by either Moru or her felyne minion either misses or hits an illusion of some sort, revealing the spellcaster to be somewhere else entirely.

(Cont.)

>>36651205
Grab our bug-out bag.

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>>36651259
You heft This Thing in your hand, giving it a quick once-over. You'd picked it up the last time you were in these snowfields, when some would-be stalker fled as soon as you cottoned onto her presence. The goddamned This Thing is just as impenetrable and fancily technological as before, and you can’t make heads or tails of the thing. As best as you can tell, it’s some sort of futuristic flashbang or grenade, but it's advanced and weird-looking enough that you have absolutely no idea what it’s supposed to do.

Well, nothing for it. This is the perfect time to test out something you literally just picked up off the ground.

[ ] [YOURSELF] Hurl the thing at your own feet. Best case scenario, it’ll be something that can help you; worst case scenario, you’ll do one hell of a rocket jump.
[ ] [MORU] Throw the thing at Moru. Don’t warn her first.
[ ] [HEY, CATCH] Throw the thing at Moru, and give her a heads up first.
[ ] [THE MELEE] Throw the thing at Moru and the spellcaster and cross your fingers.
[ ] [WRITE-IN]

>>36651281
>[ ] [MORU] Throw the thing at Moru. Don’t warn her first.
Moru's in the middle of a fight. We wouldn't want to distract her.

>>36651281
>[x] [YOURSELF] Hurl the thing at your own feet. Best case scenario, it’ll be something that can help you; worst case scenario, you’ll do one hell of a rocket jump.
Ghost Grenade! Fuck yeah!

>>36651281
>[ ] [MORU] Throw the thing at Moru. Don’t warn her first.
If it's what it actually is, then toss it at Moru. It should help her out.

>>36651281
>[ ] [YOURSELF] Hurl the thing at your own feet. Best case scenario, it’ll be something that can help you; worst case scenario, you’ll do one hell of a rocket jump.
If this is what it looks like then great, if not then whoops

>>36651281
>[ ] [MORU] Throw the thing at Moru. Don’t warn her first.
Invisible catgirls?

I'd be terrified if they weren't in our side

>>36651205
BLORP!

>>36651281
>[X] [THE MELEE] Throw the thing at Moru and the spellcaster and cross your fingers.

Only Luck can save us now.
Though we don't have enough Ogres for that to work. . .

>>36651281
>[ ] [MORU] Throw the thing at Moru. Don’t warn her first.

>>36651281
>[ ] [YOURSELF] Hurl the thing at your own feet. Best case scenario, it’ll be something that can help you; worst case scenario, you’ll do one hell of a rocket jump.
if this is a bomb, i don't want to take out moru with it., and a rocket jump can let us do the "smash teeth from above" thing to the mage (or flies)

>>36651281
>[ ] [MORU] Throw the thing at Moru. Don’t warn her first.

>>36651281
>[x] [YOURSELF] Hurl the thing at your own feet. Best case scenario, it’ll be something that can help you; worst case scenario, you’ll do one hell of a rocket jump.

Alright, it's really close, but [X] [MORU] wins- writing!

>>36651281
>[X] [MORU]

Last time you were in the Lowee Snowfields, it was you, Moru, and Estelle running through the dungeon area and wiping out dozens and dozens of poor, defenseless, and incredibly therapeutic dogoos. Good times, except for all those instances where the damn catgirl nearly took your head off with her gunlance's shots or almost fried your face in the backblast or barely missed catching you in her barrel bombs' blast radius. And then she had the nerve- the prissy arrogant feline /nerve/- to wonder about the whole friendly fire thing.

You're still a little buttflustered is what you're trying to say. Besides, if it does something good, then it was all according to plan; if it explodes in a fiery cataclysm, then it'll distract the spellcaster for just long enough for you to punch her in the face.

So you don't even hesitate before winging the flashbang/grenade/etc at Moru as hard as you can, aiming for her pretty little head. And because you're a terrible shot, the This Thing lands a few feet away from the catgirl, right when she's coming out of a roll. There's a quiet 'paff' sound as it kicks up snow, and then it... almost looks like an invisible cloud creeps over the catgirl, seeming to wipe her right out of existence.

Not literally. At least you /hope/ not. You'd rather not tell Estelle that you accidentally murdered someone the second she took her eyes off you.

(Cont.)

Invisible Catgirl!

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>>36652324
The cloaked spellcaster stares at the patch of empty snow where Moru used to be- and if she's still standing there, then Moru's probably just as surprised. The moment passes when the spellcaster flings her arm out and bombards the area with fireballs, and you /hear/ the invisible catgirl's undignified squawk as she dances out of the way, the churning snow giving away her position.

You're just about to lurch forward to distract Moru's assailant when she whirls around, her cloak billowing with the motion, and you've got a split-second to bring up your guard before a goddamn lightning bolt seems to shear through time and space to slam into you with a deafening thunderclap, followed by another, and another, and-

>Urist Twelfthbay cancels attack order; Interrupted by magic!
ROLL d20! (dice+1d20 in the email field)
Taking up to ten rolls!
DC: 15-ish, +2 magic resistance bonus from gauntlets

Rolled 3 (1d20)

>>36652363

Rolled 9 (1d20)

>>36652363
Maybe our dice will be kind? Oh who am I kidding.

Rolled 1 (1d20)

>>36652363
>+2
Neat

Rolled 14 (1d20)

>>36652363

Rolled 6 (1d20)

>>36652363

Rolled 17 (1d20)

>>36652363

>>36652416
>>36652387
Crits override, don't they?

>>36652387
>1
Not neat

Rolled 16 (1d20)

>>36652363

Rolled 16 (1d20)

>>36652448
Quick, maybe if we get a 20 everything will be alright!
pffft who am I kidding?

>>36652363

>>36652444
I don't think they do, or at least they haven't when we rolled it last time

I kinda hope they do, crit failing is fun

Rolled 11 (1d20)

>>36652363
fuck this new recaptcha, it ate my roll.

In this case, crits won't override! It's sort of a weird roll. Writing!

Rolled 5 (1d20)

>>36652531
Still got one more roll left, right?

>>36652531
>No FUN!
I guess.

>>36652546
Well, it was worth a shot.

>>36652531
We just got Electro-Anus'd, didn't we? Urist's hair is gonna be super frazzled and her outfit will be all charred and fall off.

>>36652576
I can't imagine how urist might react if she was suddenly naked infront of a bunch of people.

>>36652363
>3, 9, 1, 14, 6, 17, 16, 16, 11, 5

One moment you're staring at the spellcaster's partially-revealed face- into perfectly calm eyes glowing with magical might, with all the bored professionalism of a true master forced to play to a vastly inferior audience-

And the next moment, searing pain burns you from the inside out, coursing through your nerves and seizing every muscle in your body at the same time (including your heart, ESPECIALLY your heart), and you're on the ground screaming except all that comes out is a thin grating screech because you didn't even have time to draw BREATH-

Your vision goes dark as you're jolted twice more in a split second, and you don't even register that your convulsing body's slamming against the ground repeated as, can't think of anything except for a small part of your brain screaming at you in jumbled real-time- gotta get up, can't die here, interrupted by freak wielding lightning-

By sheer luck, you catch the next bolt on your gauntlets, the liquid metal seeming to drink in the charge, and you have a moment's reprieve to roll to one knee before lightning strikes a fourth time, rattling your teeth and nearly causing you to collapse again before you catch yourself.

You're a dwarf, goddammit. You're not going to get done in by a bout of freak weather! You're going to die to your own stupidity or magma or giant ravening nightmare abominations, like a PROPER dwarf!

Forcing yourself to your feet, you sway in place and wince at the pain in your /everything/, steeling yourself against more lightning. It's almost a disappointment when the next bolt catches you flat-footed and only makes you twitch a little. Either you're getting stronger (ha ha ha no), or the bolts are getting weaker.

Which means your opponent's underestimating you, or-

(Cont.)

>>36653229
She'd probably be more angry for the dude blowing up her favorite socks then embarrassed.

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>>36653281
Your vision clears, and the first thing you see is the thundercloud swirling around your head, except that thunderclouds aren't supposed to be horrible rifts in reality that reveal a twisting purplish warp. And thank Armok, it's dissipating on its own.

The next thing you see is that spellcaster fighting for her life against a clearly visible and very irate Moru.

"Murderer! Team-killer!" the catgirl yowls, swinging her gunlance in a savage arc- the spellcaster's magic fizzles as she desperately twists out of the way, a ragged tear opening up in her cloak. "Evil bomb-throwing, treasure-stealing, insufferable, friend-murdering, cross-eyed-" Moru doesn't give her any time to recover, using her momentum to spin clear back around before taking one knee and firing off a point-blank shot, gunlance roaring. "JERK!"

... you have to admit, you kinda feel bad about throwing an unknown, possibly lethal explosive at Moru's head now.

The spellcaster's body flies from the explosion, but she quickly rights herself, floating in midair; her cloak isn't doing too well, singed and torn so much that it'd be faster to list which parts of it AREN'T a burnt mess. Her hood's still up, although her dark purple hair's spilled out, and her black-and-red clothes are at least SOMEWHAT visible.

For the first time, your opponent speaks up, her voice seething with ice-cold fury.

"I'm not falling to a beastman whelp and a beardless dwarf," she growls, mana swirling around her as she charges up for another FUCK THAT YOU'RE NOT LETTING THAT HAPPEN.

[ ] [GUT PUNCH] Run as fast as you can and introduce her to the fine dwarven diplomatic tradition of FUCK RIGHT OFF. (+2 bonus)
[ ] [CROSSBOW] Give her a few pointers! Preferably in the head, with some good old fashioned iron bolts. Again, in the head.
[ ] [WRASSLE] Jump up and grapple the hell out of her, and give her a break! Give her as many breaks as you can! (+2 bonus)
[ ] [WRITE-IN]

>>36653281
Wait, are we fighting a Sith?

Rolled 16 (1d20)

>>36653322
>[ ] [WRASSLE] Jump up and grapple the hell out of her, and give her a break! Give her as many breaks as you can! (+2 bonus)
We should at least try to capture her.

>>36653322
>[ ] [WRASSLE] Jump up and grapple the hell out of her, and give her a break! Give her as many breaks as you can! (+2 bonus)
You don't get to call us beardless you bitch.

>>36653322
>[X] [GUT PUNCH] Run as fast as you can and introduce her to the fine dwarven diplomatic tradition of FUCK RIGHT OFF. (+2 bonus)

Trademark Dwarven gut-punch suckerpunch comin' right up!

>>36653322
HOLD THE FUCK ON. HOW DOES SHE KNOW WHAT A DWARF IS?

>>36653322
>[ ] [GUT PUNCH] Run as fast as you can and introduce her to the fine dwarven diplomatic tradition of FUCK RIGHT OFF. (+2 bonus)
Hey she actually recognized us as a dwarf!
Let's show her how much of a dwarf we fucking are!

>>36653322
>[ ] [GUT PUNCH] Run as fast as you can and introduce her to the fine dwarven diplomatic tradition of FUCK RIGHT OFF. (+2 bonus)

>>36653322
>Evil bomb-throwing, treasure-stealing, insufferable, friend-murdering, cross-eyed-" Moru doesn't give her any time to recover, using her momentum to spin clear back around before taking one knee and firing off a point-blank shot, gunlance roaring. "JERK!"
If Moru asks, we totally knew what that bomb did

Rolled 4 + 2 (1d20 + 2)

>>36653322
>[ ] [WRASSLE] Jump up and grapple the hell out of her, and give her a break! Give her as many breaks as you can! (+2 bonus)
SHE INSULTED OUR LACK OF BEARD! SHE MUST BE CAPTURED TO FACE THE SEVERE DORFEN PUNISHMENT!

>>36653322
>"a beardless dwarf"
>[X] [WRITE-IN] "NOW YOU DIE!"

There's no way we're letting her rub our face in that. Seriously, though, murder her. Straight up delete her code.

>>36653322
>[X] [WRASSLE] Jump up and grapple the hell out of her, and give her a break! Give her as many breaks as you can! (+2 bonus)

>>36653322
>[ ] [WRASSLE] Jump up and grapple the hell out of her, and give her a break! Give her as many breaks as you can! (+2 bonus)
she mentioned the lack of beard, it's over.

>>36653322
>[X] [WRASSLE] Jump up and grapple the hell out of her, and give her a break! Give her as many breaks as you can! (+2 bonus)

Lets break her arms and legs first though, then we break her everything.

Alright, looks like [X] [WRASSLING] is the winning vote!

>Urist Twelfthbay attempts to grapple!
ROLL d20! (dice+1d20 in the email field)
Taking the best of three!
DC: 16, +2 grappling bonus

>>36653322
>[ ] [WRASSLE] Jump up and grapple the hell out of her, and give her a break! Give her as many breaks as you can! (+2 bonus)
Do a Kiniku Buster

Rolled 18 (1d20)

>>36653586

>>36653586
Wrassle like a crocadile!

Rolled 12 (1d20)

>>36653586

Rolled 5 (1d20)

>>36653586
FUCK RIGHT OFF!

Rolled 8 (1d20)

>>36653586

Rolled 12 (1d20)

>>36653586

Rolled 18 (1d20)

>>36653586
>>36653587
>Do a Kiniku Buster
I support this wrestling move

Rolled 11 + 2 (1d20 + 2)

>>36653586
Wrassle like a Dorf.

>>36653586
Hey Blorp, do you factor in the bonus to the DC at all?
Like is it a DC:18 actually but becomes a 16 with the +2 bonus?

>>36653651
I thought the +2 bonus applied to the roll itself. Like, since we rolled an 18 here it's now a 20.

>>36653651
Ah, the DC remains what it is, the bonus applies to the rolls! (ex: DC: 16 and a bonus of +2 means that a 14 would pass.)

... okay, when I write it out, I'm not sure there's a functional difference, but it's clearer in my mind like that.

>>36653689 has it right!

>>36653701
>>36653689
Alrighty, thanks for the answer!

>>36653701
>... okay, when I write it out, I'm not sure there's a functional difference, but it's clearer in my mind like that.
it IS clearer like that. gives a sense of progression. You should continue doing that

Rolled 6 (1d20)

did Blorp die?

>>36654335
The sleep is strong with this OP.

>>36653586
>[X] [WRASSLING]
>18(+2)

It doesn't take a genius to figure out what's going to happen when she finishes channeling all that swirly sparkly magic with all its blocky particles- your imagination's quick to conjure up images of everything from explosions and meteors to death rays and slavering hordes of undead.

So it's a damn good thing your feet are just as fast as your imagination, if you do say so yourself.

"Then you can fall to a /little girl/!" you would yell, if you weren't so busy screaming incoherently as you launch yourself at the floating spellcaster. There's just enough time to bask in the sheer affronted shock in her eyes before you take her with an open-armed tackle, ramming into her like a motherfucking freight train and leaving your fates in the hand of your good friend gravity.

The resulting impact knocks the breath from your lungs, but you and your glorious iron armor are MUCH better off than the rail-thin girl smashed beneath said armor, who gasps in pain as a bone or two gives way. She claws at you, unleashing a point-blank fireball, except it glances off your helmet- the heat's nothing compared to that warped lightning barrage- and you pin her down beneath you, cutting off any further attempts.

And then you grab her in the left upper arm with all the fingers in your right hand, grab her in the left lower arm with all the fingers in your left hand, bite her in the shoulder with your front teeth (bruising the fat and tearing the muscle), grab her in the right upper arm with your first toe, left foot, and-

(Cont.)

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>>36654415
... to her credit, she doesn't scream when you break even /more/ bones, just presses her pale lips into a thin line and bears the pain with as much dignity as she can muster. You stand to your feet, still woozy from your repeated electrocutings a few moments before. Not bad for a beardless dwarf, huh, motherfucker?

Moru's next to you in an instant, averting her eyes from the spellcaster (who's slowly and painfully levering herself back up into a sitting position). You bristle a little, silently daring her to say anything about your violence, but your protests die on your lips when she glances past you. The sounds of the /other/ battle filter in, and there's far less pew-pew-pewing going on than you feel comfortable with.

You risk a glance back over your shoulder. The Blue Bomber's looking even worse off than before, and she's not even bothering to dodge as giant flies slam into her, simply shooting as much as she can before she goes down- and it'll happen sooner than it will later.

"I'll keep an eye on this jerk!" Moru ratchets her gunlance, which shrieks in the sound of truly tortured metal. "Go help Rokko!"

[ ] [OKAY] Well, no arguing with that. Go murder some flies, and your giant fly nemesis is bound to dive straight for you and leave Rokko alone!
[ ] [SWAP] Get Moru to go help Rokko; she's better equipped for clearing out huge swathes of giant fly monsters, and she's used to fighting large bosses anyway!
[ ] [NEMESIS] Take a moment to look around for your giant fly nemesis. Where the hell did she get to, anyway!?
[ ] [CALL] OKAY ESTELLE NOW'S A GOOD TIME TO COME OVER HERE
[ ] [WRITE-IN!]

Rolled 7 (1d20)

[ ] [NEMESIS] Take a moment to look around for your giant fly nemesis. Where the hell did she get to, anyway!?

>>36654443
>[ ] [OKAY] Well, no arguing with that. Go murder some flies, and your giant fly nemesis is bound to dive straight for you and leave Rokko alone!

>>36654443
>[ ] [OKAY] Well, no arguing with that. Go murder some flies, and your giant fly nemesis is bound to dive straight for you and leave Rokko alone!
I do kinda want to call Estelle, but Rokku needs our help right now, not whenever Estelle would get here

>>36654443
>[x] [OKAY] Well, no arguing with that. Go murder some flies, and your giant fly nemesis is bound to dive straight for you and leave Rokko alone!

>>36654443
> [ ] [SWAP] Get Moru to go help Rokko; she's better equipped for clearing out huge swathes of giant fly monsters, and she's used to fighting large bosses anyway!
Also we're kind of shit at range.

>>36654443
>[ ] [OKAY] Well, no arguing with that. Go murder some flies, and your giant fly nemesis is bound to dive straight for you and leave Rokko alone!

>>36654443
>[ ] [OKAY] Well, no arguing with that. Go murder some flies, and your giant fly nemesis is bound to dive straight for you and leave Rokko alone!

>>36654443
>[X] [WRITE-IN!] Kick the spellcaster's teeth out. That'll teach her to mock other's insecurities. And also to throw spells around.
>[X] [OKAY] Well, no arguing with that. Go murder some flies, and your giant fly nemesis is bound to dive straight for you and leave Rokko alone!

>>36654443
[ ] [OKAY] Well, no arguing with that. Go murder some flies, and your giant fly nemesis is bound to dive straight for you and leave Rokko alone!
>[ ] [WRITE-IN!]
Have Moru call Estelle while we go pummel some bugs, give her our phone if she needs it

>>36654443
>[ ] [OKAY] Well, no arguing with that. Go murder some flies, and your giant fly nemesis is bound to dive straight for you and leave Rokko alone!
Let's help her out. She helped us with the fly earlier after all

>>36654443
>[X] [WRITE-IN!] Kick the spellcaster's teeth out. That'll teach her to mock other's insecurities. And also to throw spells around.
>[X] [OKAY] Well, no arguing with that. Go murder some flies, and your giant fly nemesis is bound to dive straight for you and leave Rokko alone!
Ha! That'll learn ya!

>>36654443
>[OKAY] Use the spell caster as a bug light (zap flies) or, if she doesn't cave to our threats, as a fly swatter.

>>36654443
>[X] [OKAY] Well, no arguing with that. Go murder some flies, and your giant fly nemesis is bound to dive straight for you and leave Rokko alone!

>>36654443
>[ ] [SWAP] Get Moru to go help Rokko; she's better equipped for clearing out huge swathes of giant fly monsters, and she's used to fighting large bosses anyway!

>>36654443
>[X] [OKAY] Well, no arguing with that. Go murder some flies, and your giant fly nemesis is bound to dive straight for you and leave Rokko alone!

>>36654522
Adding a vote for this write in

>>36654443
both of you save the bomber.
yes, that means the mage will probably escape, but priorities man. you got a robogirl to save

>>36654569
no more teeth kicking, please.

>>36655066
How will they learn otherwise, then?

>>36654996
How are we ever going to learn more about our mysterious past if we keep letting things escape?
Maybe we should just break the mages legs.

>>36655175
she flies

>>36654443
>[X] [OKAY]

No time for argument! Not that there's anything to argue about, anyway; even though the spellcaster's out of commission (from where you're standing, anyway), you KNOW how dangerous this little cloaked mystery guest is. The more firepower you can threaten her with, the better.

... not that the spellcaster seems at all worried. Despite her even paler face and the sheen of sweat on her brow, and the immense amount of pain she's gotta fucking be in right now, she looks almost bored. For an incredibly brief split-second, you lock eyes with her, and- jeez. You WISH she'd start monologuing like any normal villain would. Hell, even a one-liner would make you feel a little better. Instead, she just sort of eyes you, like she's still deciding how to react.

At this point, you're starting to wonder if the giant fly nemesis isn't more normal than this person.

You bark out an agreement with Moru before dashing off heroically. Or limping, anyway; you're lurching a bit as you move toward the monstrous cloud of equally monstrous flies, just as Rokko was when she first came to your aid. Hopefully, your armor isn't nearly as messed-up as hers was.

... mother of god, you can barely SEE the robotic adventurer in all of those enemies, save for brief glimpses of her blue armor amid a broiling cloud of child-sized (hell, two of the monsters could rip apart a ten-year old between them) black-carapaced bodies.

So you do the only sensible thing and set your sights on one fly in particular, cock your fist back, and clothesline the unsuspecting insect before it can even turn around, flinching back as the ichor spatters across your armor and face. Again. Compared to the spellcaster, these are absolute chumps-

"I-I, do not req-quire assist-tance."

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>>36655421
You blink, risking a glance toward Rokko. Up close, she doesn't look much better, and the bits of giant fly dripping off her ichor-covered armor isn't helping her overall appearance. You also had no idea that robots could even /develop/ bags beneath their eyes.

As for what she just said- well, you'd noticed that her eyes were dead and devoid of any light. Her grating, stuttering voice doesn't sound much better, and there's something dreadfully wrong with her voice box or vocal chords or whatever's controlling her speech.

Rokko staggers as a fly wings her, and you notice exposed wiring in her leg sparking erratically. There's a strange bleeping noise rising from her arm cannon. "I c-can, handle th-this on. On m-my own. Help... help M-Moru."

That's insane- Rokko'll last, like, another two minutes, tops! And that spellcaster's /arms/ are broken, Moru can handle her-

"I can b-be, rebuilt. S-She can't." She snaps off a shot, but it's not the usual pellets- this one's a glowing ball of plasma that melts through a dozen flies before tapering off. "I'm, n-not good for m-much else t-these... days."

...

Why can't anything be simple in this fucking place?

[ ] [FIIIIINE] Alright, leave Rokko to take down the rest of the flies. Besides, that spellcaster's nothing but bad news.
[ ] [SEND ROKKO] Haha no. Send Rokko back to safeguard the spellcaster with Moru, you'll solo the flies.
[ ] [BOTH STAY] Both of you clear ALL the flies. Because you're not honoring Rokko's deathwish, fuck that noise..
[ ] [NEMESIS] At least stick around until your nemesis shows up, beat its shit in, and then rush back to Moru's side.
[ ] [ALL IN] Drag Rokko back to where the spellcaster is. You, Rokko, and Moru will take on all the flies while guarding the spellcaster.
[ ] [WRITE-IN]

>>36655448
>[ ] [BOTH STAY] Both of you clear ALL the flies. Because you're not honoring Rokko's deathwish, fuck that noise..

>>36655448
>[ ] [BOTH STAY] Both of you clear ALL the flies. Because you're not honoring Rokko's deathwish, fuck that noise..
This robot doesn't know what's she talking about

>>36655448
>[ ] [BOTH STAY] Both of you clear ALL the flies. Because you're not honoring Rokko's deathwish, fuck that noise..

>>36655448
>[ ] [WRITE-IN]
Fuck you, you're a Super Fighting Robot, built to save the world. And as these aren't spikes or carp, we're going to do that.
Also, We totally need you Rock-Chan, even if Capcom has abandoned you.

[ ] [SEND ROKKO] Haha no. Send Rokko back to safeguard the spellcaster with Moru, you'll solo the flies.

>>36655448
>[ ] [BOTH STAY] Both of you clear ALL the flies. Because you're not honoring Rokko's deathwish, fuck that noise..
Don't worry, we have lots of experience with bugs.

>>36655448
>[ ] [BOTH STAY] Both of you clear ALL the flies. Because you're not honoring Rokko's deathwish, fuck that noise..

>>36655448
>[X] [ALL IN] Drag Rokko back to where the spellcaster is. You, Rokko, and Moru will take on all the flies while guarding the spellcaster.

Nah, see, we got a plan. Fall back together, and then. . .
BUILD A SNOW FORT.
Then the ranged guys can blast 'em down a single choke-point and we can collect teeth for a necklace. I mean, call big sister.

>>36655448
>[x] [BOTH STAY] Both of you clear ALL the flies. Because you're not honoring Rokko's deathwish, fuck that noise..

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>>36655448

>>36655448
>[ ] [ALL IN]

>>36655448
damn. changing >>36655524 to >>36655530

>>36655530
Wot? Can we do this? If so, swapping from >>36655472 to his. Because that sounds fucking sweet.

>>36655448
>[ ] [ALL IN] Drag Rokko back to where the spellcaster is. You, Rokko, and Moru will take on all the flies while guarding the spellcaster.
Might as well. Also try to CALL ESTELLE while we withdraw.

>>36655530
Yes. Brilliant.

Can Urist quick-tan fly skin?

>>36655530
Aw man, Fuck my vote.
Change one of those "Both stays" to this.

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>snow fort building while being assaulted by giant flies

That's absolutely ridiculous and ludicrous and.......... pretty much on par with Dwarf Fortress shenanigans, so I'll allow it! (Albeit with a roll to determine how defensible the fortress is/how well the other two can fend off the flies, given all the distractions!)

And on that note, [X] [ALL IN] wins, so writing!

>>36655643
Sorry, a battle like this will fly by too fast for decent crafting!

Rolled 13 (1d20)

>>36655696
Uhhh...do we roll now? Imma roll anyway to gauge the reception of the dice gods to insta-fortress silliness.

Rolled 15 (1d20)

>>36655727
It can't possibly be all that bad

>>36655696
B-but reinforcing our fort walls with the bodies of our enemies!

>>36655696
We also need a prison for the stupid spellcaster

Rolled 8 (1d20)

>>36655745
....can we do that? Using the gib remains of flies to reinforce breach points? That sounds metal as fuck.

>>36655727
WAIT hold that roll, going to throw out a post (or two) before we get there!

>>36655781
.....ffff we'll see!

Rolled 9 (1d20)

>>36655696

>>36655448
>[ ] [ALL IN] Drag Rokko back to where the spellcaster is. You, Rokko, and Moru will take on all the flies while guarding the spellcaster.

>>36651205
fuck yes! It is not hive quest but this thread is still just as fucking awesome! I cant wait till we run into the strange "clones" of dwarf fortress on the other consoles, should be hilarious.

>>36655448
>[X] [ALL IN!]
>[X] [FORTIFY!]

... right. Well, you can address THAT particular skelephant in the room when you get there, but no one's doing any noble fucking self-sacrificing on /your/ watch.

Rokko accepts this without comment, although her shoulders sag slightly. "T-Then we have no cho-"

You choose this moment to grab a giant fly by its sixth leg and swing it with enough force to strike another fly in and THROUGH its upper body, and then throw both their mangled remains right into the midst of the fly swarm. The shrieks and buzzing howls are music to your ears, but you sure as hell aren't staying around to soak in the ambiance- while the flies are distracted, you grab Rokko's arm (the one currently not dispensing pain and suffering) and bodily drag the Blue Bomber along with you.

Nah, you growl, cutting off Rokko's protests before they can even begin. Both your idea and her idea were both stupid, so you thought up an even better solution.

Moru stares as you and the robot lurch toward her; to her credit, she doesn't run toward you or point her gunlance away from your prisoner. "Urist! You're gonna lead the flies right at us! And then SHE'S gonna-"

(Cont.)

>>36656218
- get away, you /know/ that. You let go of Rokko (who stands around like she's waiting for orders) and immediately fall to your knees next to the spellcaster, scooping up as much snow as you can and packing it into blocks. And no, you growl, cutting off Moru's protest before it even leaves her lips. You're not making goddamn snowballs. You're making a goddamn snow /fort/.

"What!? What's that going to-" Moru trails off, and you can /see/ the light bulb go off over the catgirl's head as she remembers the nigh-indestructible pillow fort back at the inn. She risks a glance over to the flies before looking back down at you and the spellcaster, whose eyes are half-closed either from pain or because she's not even paying attention to this world anymore. Same difference. "... me an' Rokko will hold 'em off," she mews, turning to face the oncoming buzzing horde. "Build as fast as you can! And keep an eye on the jerk!"

Way ahead of her. Your hands are already a blur as you already have your first few building blocks, which you immediately stack into the rudimentary skeleton of an entrance hall. Now the question is: how much can you finish, and how long can Moru and Rokko hold off the monsters?

>Roll 1: Urist Twelfthbay builds as fast as she can!
>Roll 2: Urist Twelfthbay keeps an eye on the spellcaster!
ROLL d20! (dice+1d20 in the email field)
Taking the best TWO of SIX!
DC: 14

Rolled 12 (1d20)

>>36656246
DICE DICE DICE PLEASE BE NICE!

Rolled 6 (1d20)

>>36656246

Rolled 16 (1d20)

>>36656246

Rolled 12 (1d20)

>>36656246

Rolled 19 (1d20)

>>36656246

Rolled 10 (1d20)

>>36656246
We. Must. SNOW FORTRESS.

Rolled 12 (1d20)

>>36656246

Rolled 8 (1d20)

>>36656246
Ahhhhhhhhh!

Rolled 10 (1d20)

>>36656246

Rolled 9 (1d20)

>>36656246

Rolled 5 (1d20)

>>36656246
For Justice!

Rolled 7 (1d20)

>>36656246
nat 1 inc

Rolled 15 (1d20)

>>36656246

>>36656261
>>36656269

>>36656261
>>36656269
hahaha Snowfort Time!

>>36656261
>>36656269
Alright, good stuff

>>36656269
>>36656261
That's one built fucking snowcastle.
I say we use that 19 for the castle. One quality fort.

Rolled 13 (1d20)

>>36656306
Agreed

>>36656306
If we could choose I'd want to do that too

>>36656306
It shall be the first of our monuments. The First Fortress, a holy site constructed as much out of desperation as out of snow. Even when the hottest summer comes, The First Fortress shall stand, squat and strong, defying the world around it by its very state of being.

>>36656306
Sure, I'll allow it! Building is Urist's forte, after all.

>>36656261
>>36656269
TOWER DEFENCE!!!

>>36656372
Yay

Man I am so glad I did this instead of sleeping

>>36656369
First Fortress Stronk

>>36656369
And from the snow came ice stronger than steel and clearer than glass. So long as the fortress knew no magma, it would remain impenetrable for millenia.

>>36656487
You guys are hyping it up a little much, I mean, It was JUST a 19. Not like it was a 20 or anything.

>>36656560
It's Dwarf Fortress. It's not hype, it's statement of fact.

DF physics are screwy like that.

>>36656560
the legends like to...embellish...a little.

>>36656560
So it will melt come summer. Still going to be cool.

>>36656633
Yes. Summer will surely come to Lowee. Like it did before, when things were good. Summer will surely come soon...

Did OP fall asleep?

>>36656979
No, Blorp is just this slow

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Rolled 8 (1d20)

>>36656999
Or....this is gonna be as amazingly awesome as fortress tree golem magma demon drill battle titan. I believe in the Blorp.

I have a cell structure final in 8 hours I'm not prepared for but I've lost control of my life and want to read about dwarf snowforts. The only question now is so start drinking before the test or after.

>>36657008
I miss Ogre Civ Quest....

>>36657120
Like, blood cells or plant cells?

>>36657152
Me too bro. I guess just got tired of the ogre shenanigans and constant derailing plot

>>36657120
Drink during the test, make Urist proud.

>>36657177
Animal cells.
It's actually a class about protein folding, but the basis is on animal cells. Not even a graduate level class so I'm fucked if I fall it. I talked with the professor and he told me if I blow away the final he will nudge my grade up to an A. If I don't get an A I fail the class.
If I fail the class its my last strike in the FSU chem department and I can't graduate with a degree and can't can't go to med school.
Literally lost control of my life.

>>36657236
I might.

>>36656246
>[X] [SNOW FORT!]
>[X] [GUARDING!]
>19 on building; 16 on guarding
>Both successful!

You're not going to lie, you had your misgivings about this plan. It's not that you don't trust Moru and Rokko- frankly, they've got explosions and shit, so they're better suited for taking on huge swarms of monsters than you'll ever be on your own. It's just...

Well, in your experience, battle and building do NOT go well together for dwarves, mostly because the absolute last fucking thing you want to see while embarking is "Logem McBuilder cancels construction of life-saving walls and drawbridge: Interrupted by Undead Giant Spongelephant Carp!", and you KNOW you'll break and run if giant flies get anywhere near you while you're in your builder's mindset.

You take a fortifying swig from your flask, feeling it burn all the way down and reveling in it- gods, you needed that. Getting thrashed and electrocuted totally entitles you to ONE motherfucking drink. That done, you get right back to work; you got the stockpile behind you, the beginnings of a wall in front of you, and liquid courage burning in your stomach.

It's go time, motherfucker.

Even with the liquid metal gauntlets on, your hands remain deft and sure, and the blocks come together almost of their own accord. Everything around you fades into the background: the staccato bursts from Rokko's arm cannon, the louder roar of Moru's gunlance, and the shrieks of flies going to the slaughter seem to fall silent as your world shrinks to encompass the job in front of you, one step after the other.

Even with these time constraints, your work goes amazingly smoothly, and you make DAMN sure to keep to the least glitchy system you can: corners first, then the walls, then a ramp up to work on the second level. Fortifications are next, which would allow your allies to fire out without any problems- and finally, a ceiling, because you're fighting /flies/. Once they cotton onto the fact that you're building a fort-

(Cont.)

>>36657244
go fucking study right now then.

>>36657245
Oh, and you don't forget to keep an eye on the spellcaster; she tried some funny business once or twice, mumbling under her breath like she thinks you won't see it, so you bopped her on the head and put and end to THAT. She stuck with the whole half-lidded eyes thing after that.

All too soon, you're putting the finishing touches on your snow fort. Taller than your pillow fort, more suited to withstanding sieges, and a LOT cooler-looking (pillow fabric doesn't make for intimidating walls), you KNOW it's gonna stand as a monument to dwarven ingenuity forever and ever, because summer hasn't come to Lowee in /years/. There's not a single gap where enterprising monsters can sneak in, and your single lever is safe, as far away from the spellcaster as you could put it!

Just one thing left.

"How much longer?" Moru calls back to you, yelling to be heard over the din. Rokko doesn't even bother glancing back, as single-minded about slaughter as you are about building.

Yeah, yeah, hold her horses, just a bit more. Go stand two paces to the front.

"What, like thi- whoa!" Moru squeals, nearly stumbling as you put the finishing touches on the drawbridge, which pops into existence almost beneath her feet. "Rokko!"

You back up as the Monster Hunter drags the Blue Bomber into your snow fortress, and you slam the mechanisms in place, yelling at them to pull the damn lever! And don't hold back, it only LOOKS like snow!

"R-Ready."

To your surprise, it's Rokko who finishes it, yanking on the lever. The drawbridge raises immediately, and a fly unfortunate enough to be in the wrong place is immediately flung into the treetops with a horrid shriek.

All three of you slump against the walls, ignoring the temperature in your relief; Moru finds a corner and curls up, Rokko remains standing at the doorway, looking out through the slits in the wall's fortifications, and you just sorta sit down heavily, your armor CLANKing loudly in the enclosed space.

(Cont.)

>>36657244
then pull up some powerpoint notes about protein folding. Switch tabs between the powerpoint and this thread with ctrl+tab

>>36657265
Right. Well then. Once you all catch your breath, it's just going to be a matter of standing at the fortifications and firing out until the giant flies are all dead-

"... apologies. But I'm going to have to disappoint you."

You scowl at the spellcaster, raising a fist to cuff her again- but the look in her eyes stops you. The cloaked girl's pulled herself up into a kneeling position, clutching her broken left arm with her marginally less broken right. She no longer looks bored, but... well, given how her lips are pressed into a thin line and she's staring at you hard enough to bore holes through your head, you're gonna wager that she's a hair away from going into a fell mood.

Really, though, she's ALREADY disappointed you. Who the fuck attacks someone they just met? Who the hell teams up with goddamn /giant flies/ to murder a national icon- you jerk a thumb at Rokko, who doesn't react either way- and her friends?

"You wouldn't understand. No, wait," the spellcaster corrects herself mid-sentence. She flexes her right arm; you blink. It doesn't seem quite so broken anymore. "You, of all people, will understand in due time."

Moru cuts you off before you can even THINK to ask about that vague bullshit. "No! We're dragging you back to the Basilicom. You've got some questions to answer!" she hisses, the fur on her tail fluffing out in anger. "You too, Rokko," she adds, giving a much less hostile glance to her friend.

The Blue Bomber accepts her fate with a nod, static muddying up her voice. "A-Acknow, ledged."

"'Prisoners.'" The spellcaster sighs, shaking her head. Not mockingly, not even smugly, just- resigned. "That's the problem with adventurers these days. You're just not ruthless enough." She slowly climbs to her feet, ignoring the gunlance and arm cannon trained on her.

... you're suddenly aware of the sound of wings beating outside your fortress.

"My escort," the spellcaster says mildly as you peek outside the window, and-

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>>36657295
Fucking hell, they're the ugliest things you've ever seen. Big, green, scaly winged humanoids with lizard-like faces, wielding everything from bows to swords to spears. A few are even /mounted/ on big purple dragons, full squadrons of them. What's disturbing about them is how absolutely /ancient/ they look; blocky and pixelated, moving jerkily as they hover in place, these dragon-like beings are archaic.

Really, the only blessing is that despite their numbers, the dragon-men are all a little shorter than you- the standard size for an individual adventurer's minions. And the fact that they're out THERE; you briefly thank Armok that you built this fortress so airtight, otherwise you'd probably be in a lot of trouble right now.

Except that army's still abso-fucking-lutely TERRIFYING, because for a spellcaster of this power to have a goddamn /army/-

The spellcaster smiles thinly. "That's right. I'm a builder- just like you, dwarf. But I'm a mage, too. I have the best of both worlds." Her hands come up, despite her broken arms-

(Cont.)

>>36657266
This. It's not like the thread updates so fast you can't multitask.

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>>36657311
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=70rNZRC_YnI

Rokko's arm cannon shot, quicker than you could even blink, takes the spellcaster in the shoulder again. The spellcaster jerks back, but remains unfazed- oh fucking hell, that's undead blood! What happened to her blood? Her NORMAL blood!?

"Do you really think that's going to be a problem for me?" the spellcaster growls, finally showing emotion for the first time. There's the sound of pages flipping rapidly, and a small symbol eventually settles upon her forehead: a small purple stylized skull. "I have dominion over all spells, dwarf. I'm not just /any/ adventurer."

She clenches her fists- paler and more sickly than before, it's not your imagination- and the hairs on the back of your neck prickle, because you know damn well that this is death magic. The stuff from your fucking nightmares.

"My name is Myrra. The Master of Magic. And if you want to keep me imprisoned, you'll have to work for it."

[TO BE CONTINUED NEXT THREAD]

>>36657311
Dammit, what game is this? My power level is too low.

>>36657339
I dunno, but I suddenly want Grim Grimoire on our team.

>>36657329
So we wrestle her to keep her occupied, and get Moru to rev up the Dwarven Atom Smasher?

>>36653423
>Seriously, though, murder her. Straight up delete her code.
>"'Prisoners.'" The spellcaster sighs, shaking her head. Not mockingly, not even smugly, just- resigned. "That's the problem with adventurers these days. You're just not ruthless enough."

I. Fucking. Told. You.

>>36657329

Shit! We should've put a cage around her!

>>36657360
Don't forget to call Estelle too. So it turns into a survival map with the requirement of "Survive until reinforcements arrive!"

>>36657329
>Myrra
oh FUCK.
Master of Magic has stupidly powerful things, and is pretty damn brutal for lethality.

>>36657329
>My name is Myrra. The Master of Magic.
Fuck this bitch, we really need to call Estelle now, or next time at least.

>>36657382
I wonder if we can friendship her. It'd be cool to have another builder around.

>>36657339
>>36657311
This game is Masters of Magic
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Master_of_Magic
http://www.gog.com/game/master_of_magic

it is an AWESOME game.
It makes sense, she is a wizard, and those units escorting her are from the game

>>36657400
Let's get one that hasn't teamed up with our nemesis, like the ones that are actually our friends.

ALRIGHT, gonna have to call it a night, since it's getting late and, you know, weekdays!

Gonna set the next thread for Thursday, 12/11, at 7:30(-ish) pm EST; as usual, updates and schedule changes will be at https://twitter.com/BlorpQuest, and questions can go here or to http://ask.fm/BlorpQuest !

Thanks for participating, guys, and I hope you had fun this thread; catch you next time!

>>36657244
Please go study!

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>>36657430
Forgot my picture because apparently the backspace button can send you back a few pages if you click outside the text box. At least it didn't eat any of my posts this time!

... I really should write my posts in Word.

>>36657430
Thanks for the thread Boss, see you Thursday.

>>36657430
thanks and see you.

>>36657427
Nah, we just beat her in a manly fight of builders, and because defeat means friendship, she'll totally join us.
Besides, if we kill the fly then she won't be teamed up with it anymore.

>>36657430
See you Thursday then

>>36657430
We better not be an amnesiac who was plotting with fellow obscure games to overthrow or something like that...

>>36657448
> ... I really should write my posts in Word.
You don't already? I'm surprised this quest hasn't suffered from constantly rewritten posts. Get on that.

>>36657412
>>36657430
>>36657382
I wonder if we could get some 3DO stuff like HOMM or M&M against Myrra. Show her what both can do.

>>36657582
oooh, age of empires chan?
although seriously, Myrra should be broken, in the "ridiculously overpowered" sense

>>36657582
We should make a "Builders Guild." The builders could all trade notes and shit, and we could take over a section of Gameindustri.
Warcraft-Chan, M&M-Chan, Sim-City-Chan, Civ-Chan, Alpha Centauri-Chan, and the many, many I'm forgetting.
Still, it'd be awesome.

>>36651205
blorp, i got a lore question

what happens when a moe personification of a game is killed?

>>36657462
Remember, the giant fly nemesis DID die last time, too.

>>36657478
Well, that WOULD be one hell of a twist...

>>36657484
Yeah, it wasn't that big of a problem in my last quests, but I'm writing a LOT more for some reason in this one. Maybe it's something about the second-person perspective.

... but yeah, I'll start doing it in Word, because if I lose a one-hour 6000 word post like that last one this thread, I would probably suffer a breakdown.

>>36657582
>>36657596
>>36657625
>Hyperbuilder Dimension-Building Quest

>>36657711
I wish I could be less vague, but the /specific/ outcome really, really depends. On a lot of things. Suffice to say, nothing good comes of dying.

>>36657761
use notepad++, there is an addon that makes it autosave and it plays nice with sites like 4chan.

because Word a shit.

>>36657329
She's going to keep showing up and trying to cast the Spell of Mastery. There's only one solution.

Put her under the drawbridge and pull the lever.

At least she is a Chaos wizard based on her spellset(direct spell attacks, Warp Lightning cast against us).

God have mercy on the world if she happens to get a bunch of sorcery spellbooks.

although later Chaos spells can be just as nasty to anyone she encounters personally. Doom Bolt especially.

How hard is it to deconstruct a fort? Since I'm pretty sure this snow thing will end up violating zoning laws.

>>36657831
>Not casting Armageddon and using the infinite magic generation to nuke and chaos rift every enemy town.

>>36657761
It's oddly appropriate that a quest about DF is plagued by lost posts.

>>36657761
>I wish I could be less vague, but the /specific/ outcome really, really depends. On a lot of things. Suffice to say, nothing good comes of dying.
one thing I can think of is the lore of the specific girl

for example
in mom, death of a wizard results in returning to life a couple of turns later in their capital town.