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You’ve probably seen it before on the news. Bear terrorizes neighborhood as it goes dumpster diving. Mountain lion mauls lone hiker. Simple truth of the matter is that modern society is encroaching on some of the last spaces left for wild animals, and as a result there’s some cohabitation going on all parties would rather avoid.

Same holds true for werewolves. And vampires. And trolls. And fae. And every other magical specimen out there. But unlike a dumpster overturned by a curious bear, the people in the suits really can’t have the intrepid members of the Eyewitness Action 5 News Family poking around the site of a demon summoning. That’s why they created the Extranormal Regulatory Administration. The EnRA has a simple mandate that like many simple government mandates has turned into a multi-billion dollar boondoggle, “Administer to extranormal events and specimens that occur on American soil and protect the American people from undue stress caused by such entities”. The EnRA is basically a social services administration, shadow government, military, and law enforcement agency all rolled into one, all to keep the increasingly blatant activities of the supernatural under wraps.

You are Agent Amber Jensen, one of the people tasked with keeping the supernatural world under wraps. As an agent of the EnRA’s Enforcement Division, it’s your job to deal with supernatural entities and events that intrude upon public society and put a stop to them. The pay is great for a government job and the health benefits are excellent. Which is less a perk and more a requirement with how fast you go through anti-migrainatics.

Master Pastebin:
http://pastebin.com/6QexDk3H
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Sometimes, your day just doesn’t come up your way. One time in undergrad, your bike’s front tire blew out, which meant you showed up late to a mid term and subsequently did manage to finish it, and then, seeking solace for your misfortune, ended up walking into your boyfriend and roommate applying exciting new interpretations to the term “closed relationship”.

That was a shitty day. So far this day hasn’t gotten as bad as that one (which marked the one and only time you called your mother in tears) but by god, it’s trajectory just isn’t promising.

It wasn’t the steaming, bubbly gore-foam that the troll sprayed all over your clothing. It wasn’t the body you found buried in a pile of mold. It wasn’t even the lacerations, which were probably on the fast track to infection town unless you got some peroxide on them STAT.

No it was the guy dabbing to foam off of your windbreaker, his voice strained with worry.

“Air and Light Jensen, we need to get you to a hospital right away.”

You grunt something, pushing away at one of the man’s arms. He’s crouching in front of you, trenchcoat grazing the shaggy mold. He continues speaking, apparently not hearing you.

“I mean just what in the hell were you doing here in the first place?”

>”I heard that Lucky the Leprechaun was here. I just had to get my hands on his Lucky Charms.”
>”House hunting. My relator didn’t tell me the owners were still living in here though.”
>”I’m fucking fine Danzig. Quit trying to cop a feel or else you might lose your powers.”
>”What am I doing here, what are you doing here? There’s nothing here that’s Aethralion business.”
>”Jesus Christ, did you plant a tracker on me or something?”
>Write in
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SICK
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>>41121936
>>”I’m fucking fine Danzig. Quit trying to cop a feel or else you might lose your powers.”
>”What am I doing here, what are you doing here? There’s nothing here that’s Aethralion business.”
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I LOVE YOU FALL GAY
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>>41121936
>Write in
>Trying to avoid nerds like you!
>Oh wait your man cave is probably similar to this.
>Get away from me.
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>>41121936
>>”I heard that Lucky the Leprechaun was here. I just had to get my hands on his Lucky Charms.”

>”I’m fucking fine Danzig. Quit trying to cop a feel or else you might lose your powers.”
>”What am I doing here, what are you doing here? There’s nothing here that’s Aethralion business.”

>”Jesus Christ, did you plant a tracker on me or something?”
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>>41121936
>”I’m fucking fine Danzig. Quit trying to cop a feel or else you might lose your powers.”
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>>41121936
>>”I heard that Lucky the Leprechaun was here. I just had to get my hands on his Lucky Charms.”
>”Jesus Christ, did you plant a tracker on me or something?”
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>>41121893
>”I’m fucking fine Danzig. Quit trying to cop a feel or else you might lose your powers.”
>”House hunting. My relator didn’t tell me the owners were still living in here though.”
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>>41121936
>>”Jesus Christ, did you plant a tracker on me or something?”
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You bat his hands away again and grunt, ”I heard that Lucky the Leprechaun was here. I just had to get my hands on his Lucky Charms.”

Danzig’s brow furrows. “What?”

“It’s a joke. I was joking.”

“Oh. Well if you can crack wise then maybe I won’t need to use my life gem.”

You bat Danzig’s hands away once more. ”I’m fucking fine Danzig. Quit trying to cop a feel or else you might lose your powers.”

With that you push back on his shoulder, causing him to land on his ass with a small bump, giving you the space to stand up and stretch. “The real question isn’t what I’m doing here, it’s what you’re doing here. These are trolls, nothing that’s Aethralion business.”

Danzig rises to his feet, looking slightly petulant. “I think I’d know better than you what is and is not Aethralion business, Agent.”

You seize the front of Danzig’s coat, pulling him close. “If you’ve picked up on unregistered magical activity, you’re obliged by the Houdini-Kissinger Pact to report it to the local EnRA office as well as your bathrobed bosses.”
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>>41122486
>bathrobed bosses
Stop being such a magist!
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Danzig glances away, gently working your hand off of his collar. “Listen, I just picked up some major magical signals from this place. Probably has to do with all the trollish magic in here.”

You glance down at the mold on the floor and then at the two troll corpses nearby. “Are you saying that trolls can be wizards or something?”

“No,” replies Danzig, sticking his thumbs in his belt. “Just that when enough magical creatures of a similar type congregate, they start to passively warp the environment. Merlin knows how long they’ve been here, for things to get this bad.”

Grimacing, you nod in the direction of the bedroom. “Long enough to have gone human hunting. I managed to get a few of them, but the Alpha female is still lurking around somewhere.”

Danzig nods. “Figures. Trolls gravitate towards anything cave-like. The darker and wetter the better.”

There is a short pause before he continues. “Well, I figure you’ll want to lead the way into the basement?”

>”Yeah sure I do. Alone. I’ve got this under control, you can go back to polishing your wand or whatever.”
>”You’re goddamn right I’m taking point.”
>”Are you kidding? You’re the one with the magic shield, you do it.”
>Write in.
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>>41122511
>>”You’re goddamn right I’m taking point.”
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>>41122511
>>”You’re goddamn right I’m taking point.”

Question

How on the downlow is Amber's Alex Mercer powers?
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>>41122511
>”You’re goddamn right I’m taking point.”
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>>41122585
Sorry anon, was cutting potatoes. They're about as down low as Amber wants them to be. If I were to give some word of God into her thought process, she'd probably want to keep them hidden from her fellow agents, might not might so much with Danzig since she really doesn't give a rat's ass about him.
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>>41122834
Gotcha
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>>41122834
>>41122834
>was cutting potatoes
Is that an euphemism for something?
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>>41122883
I'm not a goddamn Irishman.
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>>41122899
You sure about that?
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>>41122834
So if Jensen is Alex Mercer, then who is Jason?
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>>41123119
I can't think of any notable rune warriors that use a blunt object.
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“You’re goddamn right I’m taking point,” you reply, hefting the spray bottle like a gun. “I’ve got a secret weapon.”

Danzig blinks at the bottle. “Cleaning spray? Air and Light that’s stereotypical.”

You shrug. “It works,” you reply, before heading back downstairs.

The entrance, dining room, and kitchen are all clear of trolls. Much like the upstairs, the rooms are coated with mold and filth. Unlike the fuzzy mold on the upper floors however, whatever is growing on the floor down here is slippery and slimey. Judging from Danzig’s expression, it’s probably a good thing that your sense of smell is being neutered.

You glance into the living room, to see a television standing clear of the sea of fungus and scum like some sort of altar. Ellen is playing.

“They would like daytime television,” you mutter.

“Well, it’s not like they’re all that far off from the target demographic anyway,” replies Danzig.

You briefly consider turning the boob tube off, but turn away, deciding to leave it running. Instead you wave Danzig along, wandering back into the kitchen, where the door to what you presume is the basement based on the tendrils of black mold creeping out of the door frame.

You glance back at Danzig before cautiously moving up to the doorframe, back not quite touching the disgusting wall. You might have to burn your shoes after this one.

You can’t see what’s down there in the basement too well, what with the lighting being gone entirely.

>Go into the basement, write in some attacks for funsies and powers to activate.
>Attempt to scout before heading down.
>Try to lure the trolls up.
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Powers:
>Predation (2 AeP per round): Grants a plus one (+1) modifier to Acuity and Agility
>Claw (Active): Transforms your hand(s) into a claw. Crit, bleeding
>Regeneration (1 AeP per round): Heals one (1) point of HP and limb health each round
>Sanguine thirst (Passive): Gain two (2) AeP upon an attack upon a mage or magical creature that draws blood or is already bleeding.
>Pile-Bunker (Toggle: 4 AeP; Cock: 1 AeP; Fire: 8 AeP, 6 AP): Creates a pile bunker-like growth on your forearm. Deals 2.5 Physique damage, penetrates armor, causes bleeding, doubled crit range. Must be cocked to be fired, is cocked when initially toggled.
>Exomusculature (2 AeP per round): Jensen grows chords of black muscle over her skin, granting a +1 modifier to Physique and Agility.
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>>41123162
>>Attempt to scout before heading down.
we got grenades?
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>>41123162
>>Attempt to scout before heading down.
Predation can help us in this regard right?
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>>41123162
>Attempt to scout before heading down.
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Amber Jensen Status

Hit Points: 14/18
Limb Status: left arm bleeding
Concussion Status: All good
Aether Points: 22/22
Weapon: Spritz Bottle

Powers:
>Predation (2 AeP per round): Grants a plus one (+1) modifier to Acuity and Agility
>Claw (Active): Transforms your hand(s) into a claw. Crit, bleeding
>Regeneration (1 AeP per round): Heals one (1) point of HP and limb health each round
>Sanguine thirst (Passive): Gain two (2) AeP upon an attack upon a mage or magical creature that draws blood or is already bleeding.
>Pile-Bunker (Toggle: 4 AeP; Cock: 1 AeP; Fire: 8 AeP, 6 AP): Creates a pile bunker-like growth on your forearm. Deals 2.5 Physique damage, penetrates armor, causes bleeding, doubled crit range. Must be cocked to be fired, is cocked when initially toggled.
>Exomusculature (2 AeP per round): Jensen grows chords of black muscle over her skin, granting a +1 modifier to Physique and Agility.


My bad, didn't seem to post full character sheet.
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>>41123180
no

>>41123195
yes
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>>41123268
Oh tap Regen to stop bleeding at least.
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>>41123268
TURN ON EVERYTHING
>predation
>regen
>Exomusculature
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Did I miss something? Weren't we in the middle of an engagement last thread?
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>>41123318
Just scouting now, we'll toggle when we are engaged.
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>>41123319
You were, and you finished it. This thread picks up after Jensen regen'd a bit of health and Danzig appeared and started hassling her.
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>>41123335
the last thing on the suptg is a call for symbiote names?
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>>41123367
Brainstorming them
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>>41123367
That was a request you brainstorm them. Symbiote gets named later in this thread.
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>>41123329
We could be ambushed at any moment, and a normal troll did 7 damage in one round last thread. I don't want to spare AeP and die.
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>>41123394
You'll only get 4 rounds of everything activated until we are dry. You might not even get engaged for a few of those rounds.
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Guys, just a thought. What if we threw the TV down there to get the trolls attention? I think FG was hinting they liked it.
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>>41123383
....oh, okay I think I'm starting to get it.

We went up a floor, so when you mentioned "downstairs", I thought you meant that the trolls were lying in ambush on the ground floor after hearing us, but "downstairs" actually means the basement, giving Danzig a chance to enter without a fight?
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>>41123433
What if the female Troll made the TV her own personal cave?
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>>41123471
yes, exactly! Sorry if that wasn't clear anon.
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>>41123426
How long do rounds even last again. Are they DnD rounds or what? It doesn't specify in the pastebin.
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>>41123511
An UncleGino update, however long or short that is.
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>>41123511
Rounds are of a (relatiely) arbitrary length. A few seconds at the absolute most. Generally you can get off between two and four attacks in a single round depending on who you're playing as and what weapon they are using.

Generally players take between 3 and 5 actions in a single round.
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>>41123540
Ok, I feel confident we'll find the troll within 4 updates.
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>>41123563
ooop nvm. Just regen for now then, predation and exo when we find mama troll
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You peer into the darkness, but fail to make anything out. Not entirely surprising. You decide to activate predation and lean forward, listening intently.

You can hear something, or more likely somethings, shuffling around the darkness down there, although you can’t tell where they are, or really anything significant about the layout of the basement down there. You briefly consider shining your flashlight down there, but eventually decide against it. You prefer Danzig be closer to the door if you were going to rouse a troll ambush. Deciding to wait for a bit longer, you continue to listen intently.

The shuffling has mostly stopped. Something tells you the creatures are trying to stay quiet. Trolls aren’t stupid. They’ve already tried to ambush you twice now, and more likely than not, this is more of the same.

Somehow, you’re not a huge fans of your odds in a fight against trolls in pitch blackness.

>Danzig, provide heavy artillery?
>>Plan Attack after trolls are blasted by whatever
>Lure out trolls.
>>Plan of attack
>Write in
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>>41123831
>>Danzig, provide heavy artillery!
>>Plan Attack:
>Lure out trolls then pick them one by one
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>>41123887
How do we lure them is the question.
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>>41123831
>flashlight
>ask Danzig if he knows a way to reflect light from the building entrance into the basement

>Shoot a short spurt of cleaning fluid in a high ark, barely touching the ceiling.
>Charge while everybody is looking at it.
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>>41123831
>Fuck this
>I'm out
>Just burn the house down
>It's all moldy anyway
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>>41123917
Unless Danzigs arty is the lure and I am being dumb.

>Danzig, provide heavy artillery?
>>Plan Attack after trolls are blasted by whatever

Ignite the basement, smoke them out. Hide by the doorway with Claw and Spray bottle ready for when they rush out.
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>>41123917
I guess, fire and flashlight?
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>>41123831
Hey Danzig ever have the urge to try a good old fashioned fireball?
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Alright, so I think people want to Smoke the trolls out with a fireball and spritz and slice as they emerge from the flames? Gimme some rolls.
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Rolled 7, 3, 6 = 16 (3d10)

>>41124189
Here's a roll, it'll probably suck.
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Rolled 3, 1, 6 = 10 (3d10)

>>41124189
3 get!
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Rolled 10, 5, 4 = 19 (3d10)

>>41124189
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Rolled 2, 4, 3 = 9 (3d10)

>>41124189
world ain't ready for these triple tens
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Rolled 1, 2, 7, 1, 7, 9, 8, 2, 4 = 41 (9d10)

Danzig rolls
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>>41124355
If I am looking at that right he got a 17?
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>>41124396
yea
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Honestly, I think we would be doing the landlord a favor if we just burned this moldy shitheap to the ground.

Assuming the landlord isn't dead, that is.

Also, I've been away for a week or so and I just got caught up, good choices on the upgrades.
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>>41124521
>Burning the place down
Jensen knows someone who is pretty good at that
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>>41124547
Jason just sneezed.
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>>41124521
I'm a little bit salty that we didn't pick up heat vision, but eh.
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“Hey Danzig, you ever get the urge to launch a good ol’ fashioned fireball?”

Danzig grunts and looks over at you. “From time to time.”

“You ever see what happens when there’s an explosion in a small, contained area?”

“Are you planning to smoke them out?”

“Pretty much, bathrobe-boy.”

Danzig nods and moves in front of you. He cups his hands at his side before taking a step forward, pushing them out like he’s doing a kamehameha. At the end of his strike a ball of flame bursts forth, larger than the one he launched at the door of the warehouse the day that wendigo mauled you, but also less intense. You avert your eyes as the sphere detonates somewhere down in the basement, the burst of noise intermingled with shrieks of alarm.

You move clear of the door as the first troll bursts out, its pelt smouldering. You spritz it as it bursts past you, the spray of liquid striking the beast’s side. The shrieks of pain are magnified as the creature barrels into Danzig, knocking him down. You groan and move to help pull the creature off of him when something check you in the back. You slide across the disgusting floor, head and shoulders colliding with a set of drawers. A second troll has emerged from downstairs, substantially less singed than the first.

The creature launches itself towards you, tongue flapping out the side of it’s mouth. You roll out of the way, claw scoring deep cuts along its side. The troll crashes into the same drawer as you, snarling furiously. You bounce up onto both feet as the beast turns to face you, blood pouring from several deep lacerations.
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The troll charges you once more, and this time you only manage to get partially clear. A flailing arm strikes you on the shoulder as you move out of the way, spinning you into a fall that you are barely able to right yourself out of. Behind you, you can hear a terrible sound as Danzig does something unspeakably eldritch to the troll pinning him down. The creature flies into the ceiling, crashing onto the ground in a burst of drywall.

You glance around. Both trolls are still quite alive, although the one that’s standing (and focused on you) is wounded, hampering movement on the left side of its body. The other is lying on the floor, temporarily stunned.

Amber Jensen Status

Hit Points: 11/18
Limb Status: left arm bleeding
Concussion Status: All good
Aether Points: 22/22
Weapon: Spritz Bottle

Powers:
>Claw (Active): Transforms your hand(s) into a claw. Crit, bleeding
>Pile-Bunker (Toggle: 4 AeP; Cock: 1 AeP; Fire: 8 AeP, 6 AP): Creates a pile bunker-like growth on your forearm. Deals 2.5 Physique damage, penetrates armor, causes bleeding, doubled crit range. Must be cocked to be fired, is cocked when initially toggled.
>Predation (2 AeP per round): Grants a plus one (+1) modifier to Acuity and Agility
>Regeneration (1 AeP per round): Heals one (1) point of HP and limb health each round
>Exomusculature (2 AeP per round): Jensen grows chords of black muscle over her skin, granting a +1 modifier to Physique and Agility.
>Sanguine thirst (Passive): Gain two (2) AeP upon an attack upon a mage or magical creature that draws blood or is already bleeding.
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>>41124616
Activate
>Regeneration (1 AeP per round): Heals one (1) point of HP and limb health each round
>Exomusculature (2 AeP per round): Jensen grows chords of black muscle over her skin, granting a +1 modifier to Physique and Agility.
And tear into that troll like a fat kid tear into a cake.
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>>41124616
Pop Predation, Regen, and Exo

Stay to the monsters left if possible and eviscerate him with claws. Maybe initiate with a spray bottle shot.
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>>41124616
Pump regeneration and claw the standing troll.
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>>41124616
>2 rounds of Regen
>vaguely spray in the general direction of the stunned one
>Keep the attention of the wounded one and let Danzig finish it off
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>>41124616
activate predation, regen, and exo
claw them uuuppp
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>>41124616
Let's pop Predation, Regen, and Exomuscles.

I kinda wish we had something a little heftier than Claw but not quite as ace-in-the-hole as the pile-bunker.
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>>41124779
Speaking in meta terms, the pincer thing would've been a good middle ground.
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>>41124779
Hopefully we get Tendril + Acid Touch next time for a good ranged middle ground.
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Alright, I need Rolls! It looks like we'll be popping Regen, Pred, and Exo, and trying to attack the standing troll with claws and spritz bottles.
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>>41124807
I know, I wrote it. Was out of town for the vote, though.
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Rolled 3, 2, 6 = 11 (3d10)

>>41124828
Here's a roll
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Rolled 7, 6, 5 = 18 (3d10)

>>41124828
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Rolled 2, 1, 5 = 8 (3d10)

>>41124828
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Rolled 9, 5, 6 = 20 (3d10)

>>41124828
rollan
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You activate exomusculature, predation, and regeneration. Chords of black muscle surge beneath your clothing as wounds knit shut. You smirk at the troll in front of you. Ugly bastard doesn’t stand a chance in hell. You explode across the ground, and quite literally slide right past the troll, the floor not providing you with enough purchase to pivot and strike. You skate into the opposite wall as gracefully as one can skate into a wall, rebounding off of it and propelling yourself back at the troll. This time you manage to land a hit, lithely duck beneath a crude punch and slicing again at the same spot you struck before. The claws dig deeper, and the troll howls in pain, convulsively swinging it’s elbow down.

The knobbly joint strikes you in the back of the head, and stars burst in your eyes. You slam onto the ground, the air knocked completely from your lungs. Gasping and gulping you roll over, lashing out with your claw.

You fingers sink deep into the troll’s side, the beast stops moving very suddenly, eyes widening slowly. As you retract your hand blood spurts from the wound, like a water fountain with the pressure all wrong. The troll gurgles before collapsing onto the ground in a rapidly widening pool of blood.

You stand up and glance over at Danzig, who has just finished slamming the other troll’s head against a counter top. He straightens up, brushing drywall dust off of his trenchcoat. “Where the hell did you learn a spell like that?”

“School of hard knocks,” he grunts.

“Really? Is that the secret for how you became the mightiest magickar in all the land?”
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Danzig mouth opens to reply, and continues to open far beyond the width required for speech. A Strangled sputter issues forth as he points at the basement door. You turn to see a massive creature, easily seven feet tall, covered in a matted pelt except for its pendulous old lady breasts. The Alphas female leans back and roars, the noise shaking the house.

Both you and Danzig are standing on the opposite side of the island, away from the basement door and the alpha female. This will give you a valuable second or two, not enough time to make any plans, but enough to seize the initiative.

Hit Points: 10/20
Limb Status: left arm bleeding
Concussion Status: A little dazed. Nothing major though.
Aether Points: 21/22
Weapon: Spritz Bottle

Powers:
>Claw (Active): Transforms your hand(s) into a claw. Crit, bleeding
>Pile-Bunker (Toggle: 4 AeP; Cock: 1 AeP; Fire: 8 AeP, 6 AP): Creates a pile bunker-like growth on your forearm. Deals 2.5 Physique damage, penetrates armor, causes bleeding, doubled crit range. Must be cocked to be fired, is cocked when initially toggled.
>Predation (2 AeP per round): Grants a plus one (+1) modifier to Acuity and Agility
>Regeneration (1 AeP per round): Heals one (1) point of HP and limb health each round
>Exomusculature (2 AeP per round): Jensen grows chords of black muscle over her skin, granting a +1 modifier to Physique and Agility.
>Sanguine thirst (Passive): Gain two (2) AeP upon an attack upon a mage or magical creature that draws blood or is already bleeding.
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>>41125303
Pile bunker?
PILE BUNKER
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>>41125303
>>Pile-Bunker (Toggle: 4 AeP; Cock: 1 AeP; Fire: 8 AeP, 6 AP): Creates a pile bunker-like growth on your forearm. Deals 2.5 Physique damage, penetrates armor, causes bleeding, doubled crit range. Must be cocked to be fired, is cocked when initially toggled.

Do it, use what we can to buy time.
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>>41125303
Activate pilebunker.
Apply to troll face.
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>>41125303
Tear open the spritz bottle and splash the bitch.
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>>41125322
>>41125320
>>41125303
>>41125328
>>41125338
Guys, let's pour what's left of the spritz bottle onto our pile bunker.
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>>41125348
While that would be cool, I don't think we have the luxury of time to do that.
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>>41125303
Form the Pile-Bunker, but try to use the cleaner to stun/wound the alpha bitch enough to let us land a good hit in with our ULTIMATE WEAPON.
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>>41125348
That sound stupid enough to either kill us or make the troll explode.
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>>41125360
Nah, I think we can just tear it open with our claw hand
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>>41125303
Can't we just....run? Take a breather, regen 5 hp, that sort of thing?
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>>41125386
Nah, Danzig is there.

What we should do it tear open the botlte with our claw, splash her, and while she's shaking off the pain we toggle, cock, and use Bunker.
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Okay, looks like we want to splash the Alpha Female with the leftovers of the bottle and then use the pile bunker,

I'll take two rolls for each action, and choose the best of them. Also another roll for you know running up to the alpha
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Rolled 4, 6, 6 = 16 (3d10)

>>41125446
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>>41125446
So 3d10 again or wat?
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Rolled 4, 4, 8 = 16 (3d10)

>>41125446
C'mon RNGesus
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Rolled 3, 8, 5 = 16 (3d10)

>>41125446
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>>41125491
>>41125478
>>41125468
Huh...
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Rolled 2, 5, 3 = 10 (3d10)

>>41125446
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>>41125519
streak breaker
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Rolled 9, 2, 6 = 17 (3d10)

>>41125446
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Rolled 7, 5, 2 = 14 (3d10)

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>>41123119
Ness
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>>41125921
>PK REVOLVER
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>>41126057
Gun is easily best magic.
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Your hand moves without any conscious thought, and you use your vicious claws to tear the top of your stalwart spritz bottle off. The bottle swings up in a graceful arc, splashing its contents over the Alpha female. The troll bellows in surprised pain and rage, steam exploding off of its body as the cleaner eats away at it’s flesh. You toss the empty bottle at its head for good measure before sliding over the table, arm twisting and thickening as a might throbbing shaft forms within.

In the background you can hear Danzig screaming. Something about you being fucking psychotic.

The alpha swings a thick arm out, lashing out blindly, it’s other hand pressed against its face as it warbles in pain. You press yourself lower into the table as you slide, watching the arm pass over you as if in slow motion, bits of moss hanging from the shaggy pelt, stubby fingers terminating in thick terrible talons.

You strike the ground, rolling forward on the balls of your feet, lunging for the opening left on the alpha female’s right side by her wild swing. You fist judders as it strikes against the side of the beast, and the pile-bunker fires.

The spike, made out of incredibly thick and heavy bone attached to a series of thick corded muscles bounded to the bones of your forearm, thickened to withstand the strain of the thrust lurches out as the muscles contract, propelling it forward a short distance with incredible speed and force. The thick slabs of muscle give way almost immediately before the spike, the boney protrusion barrelling on through bone and sinew and deep into the alpha female’s side. You can actually feel resistance decrease as it passes through the last of the muscle and tears through the alpha’s vital organs.
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Swallowing convulsively, you pulled your arm back, retracting the spike as you do. Your forearm hurts from the strain inflicted on it. It almost felt as though the spike would just tear it all off from it’s sheer unstoppable momentum. You takes a few quick steps back from the alpha female. The troll looks at you, bewildered, dull eyes even more hazy with confusion and the grip of death. The grunt it makes sounds terribly confused as it collapses to the ground, a flopping arm crushing a set of drawers.

You and Danzig look down at the beast, and you take advantage of his distraction to revert your arm back to its normal state. Danzig glances over at you, eyes wide. “What did you do to it?”

>”I’ve got a magical parasite in me that allows me to make an organic jackhammer.”
>”I… I’ve gotta go.”
>”Back up gun. Big calibre.”
>Write in
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>>41126230
>>”Back up gun. Big calibre.”
Do a little fist pump when Danzig isn't looking.
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>>41126230
>”Back up gun. Big calibre.”
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>>41126230
>”Back up gun. Big calibre.”
Thank Symbiote bro while we're at it
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>>41126230
>”Back up gun. Big calibre.”
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>>41126230
You mean he HASN'T noticed the big claw replacing our hand?

>"Sometimes bullets measured in millimeters isn't enough."
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>>41126230
"Everyone needs an ace in the hole, Danzig."
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>>41126230
>”Back up gun. Big calibre.”
Sometimes size DOES matter Danzig.
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>>41126230
>”Back up gun. Big calibre.”
I guess he didn't see it, in which case this reply is witty and amusing.
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“Sometimes Danzig, bullets measured in millimeters aren’t enough.”

“Air and Light, I guess so. Christ.”

“Size does matter Danzig.”

Danzig squints a little at you before replying. “I suppose so.”

While you wonder if her just failed to notice the claw you were sporting for the past few minutes or if he’s just being polite about that, Danzig wanders towards the front door. He glances back at you and waves you over. “C’mon. This place utterly reeks. I’m going to need a shower.”

You nod and grunt and walk out of the dilapidated house. “Yeah. And I’ve got to report this fucking mess. Later.”

Danzig inclines his head and you take your leave, walking over to your car and driving off back to the office.

You kinda want to take a sick day or something after this.

As you drive, you can feel the Symbiote contorting itself with excitement in the back of your mind, as you slow down at a red you reach back and call up the creature. <Hey little buddy, what’s up?>

<Bigsie! It did! It did Bigsie!>
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You smile a bit as some jackass takes his dear sweet time making a left turn. You’ve been practicing the pile-bunker technique for a while, something the Symbiote developed an interest in when you dozed off in front of the TV one night. Apparently he ended up watching a mecha show on cartoon network or something. No matter how often you had tried it, the transformation usually failed, or the spike would propel out far too forcefully, causing extreme pain, which you know the Symbiote felt terribly guilty over. <We sure did little guy.>

As the Symbiote roves around your subconscious bubbling with happiness a stray thought occurs to you. It’s a bit weird to keep on calling it “buddy” and “little guy”. Sorta like those pet names you use for someone at a party who remembered your name and you forgot theirs.

<Hey, would you want a name?>

<Name? Name Bigsie?>

<Yeah, like most people don’t call me Bigsie, they call me Amber or Jensen. Would you like to have a name all for yourself?>

<Name? Name for me?> Asks the Symbiote, puzzled. <Big choice! Don’t know!>

<Here, I’ll give you one. My mom and dad gave me mine, so I’ll give you yours, okay?>

<Okay Bigsie!>

The Symbiote sits in the back of your mind, looking expectant.

>What name?
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>>41126606
Burns
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>>41126606
Illmazyx
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>>41126606
Little bro
Q (Bond reference)
Eli

I'm spitballing
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>>41126606
Fergus.
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>>41126606
Damn it I suck at names.
Also I find it pretty funny that this symbiote has such a well developed defense mechanism against rejection.
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>>41126606
Oh lord I'm so bad with names.

Libbie?
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>>41126606
Simmons
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>>41126684
Ooh I like Q.
It kind of fits since our symbiote seems to be the canon source of our skill manifestations.
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>>41126737
"Well Jensen today we have what I like to call the Long Tendril of the Law. You see we'll morph your hand into a tendril than can extend up to 20 feet in less then a second. Quite ingenious if you ask me."
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So are people leaning Q? I'll need a quorum.
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>>41126855
As the one that suggested it, it has my vote.

(As a side note if you think these all suck and have cooler ones in mind, by all means lay them on us.)
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>>41126855
I like it.
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>>41126855
Sure, I'll vote for it since I don't really care too much about names.
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>>41126882
oh dear lord no, I'm terrible at names.
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>>41121893
Just wiped something up in case you want to use it in your next quest.

http://vocaroo.com/i/s0QtqLKyK3eM
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>>41126953
Oh man dude, thats great but you gotta do that voice for Jason's intro. It would fit perfectly.
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>>41126953
Holy shit anon, you've got background music. Color me impressed.
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>>41127034
> Jason's intro
You really got to be more specific
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>>41127046
Theres two different MCs in this quest. Amber who we have here and Jason. Here let me pull it up.

You’ve probably seen it before on the news. Bear terrorizes neighborhood as it goes dumpster diving. Mountain lion mauls lone hiker. Raccoons are assholes. Simple truth of the matter is that modern society is encroaching on some of the last spaces left for wild animals, and as a result there’s some cohabitation going on all parties would rather avoid.

Same holds true for werewolves. And vampires. And trolls. And fae. And every other magical motherfucker out there. Used to be Vlad could get some shut eye in his scenic Transerbian or whatever castle, only popping out to feed on the freshest nubile virgin the village over. Now, Americans in mobility scooters are cruising around his house and all the nubile virgins ain’t virgins and they carry mace. Vlad needed to adapt. And he adapted by integrating himself into the seedy underbelly of human society. Now he’s Don Dracula. Now Oni bounce for the yakuza. Now werewolves cook meth and ride bikes. It’s a shitshow.

And I’m in the middle of said shitshow. I’m Jason Reinhardt, an enforcer for Limited Liability and a rune warrior. I make sure that all of those supernaturally empowered fuccbois stay in line and don’t mess with our territory. This is my story.
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Alright, I'm a lazy fuck so calling it for tonight after this last story post. Might be able to run a thread this weekend, in which case I might be shooting for an all day marathon thread.
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>>41127074
Lazzzzy~

Alright bro, sounds good.
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<Hmm, what about Q?>

<That letter? Letter name?>

<Yeah, there are the movies about a spy named James Bond. Q is the man who gives him all of his gadgets and weapons to beat the bad guys. You’re my Q.>

<Me Q! Me your Q Bigsie! Can see Bond movie?>

<Ahhhh… I think you might be a little too young for those right now Q.>

The Symbi- Q’s excitement at its naming it tinted by a brief flash of disappointment, but it quickly fades beneath its usual bubbly attitude. Sometimes you wonder if it seems bubbly all the time because it’s happy or because it’s a shapeshifting supernatural entity.

Eh, some things are just better left unexplored. You return your attention to the road and continue your drive back to base.
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>>41127074

Thanks for running FG/UG!
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>>41127074
Thanks for running UG, just got home and read the thing. Hopefully I'll join in next time.
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>>41121936
I hope that implies boyfriend and (now ex) roomate or bf and his roomate, not that we live with him and another person because fuck that's a shitty arrangement and frankly sounds like this job is not paying enough for what it demands.
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>>41128158
>because fuck that's a shitty arrangement
Speaking from experience?
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>>41128158
It was during undergrad.
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>>41127321
><Ahhhh… I think you might be a little too young for those right now Q.>
Why are we so harsh? ;_;
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>>41127321
Threads archived, thanks for running SG/FG/MG/UG



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