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OOC: This is a rather chaotic tavern.

I like it.

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DF General Discussion / Re: What Would Urist Do?
« on: January 26, 2017, 03:17:20 pm »
It was invisible.

WWUD if he lost his newfound godly powers?

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Lots of things happening right now!

Lots!

Thank you, friend!

You're quite welcome.

Not you!

The two dwarves each place a few coins on the table before leaving, in the middle of an argument.

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Roll To Dodge / Re: Roll to be an a-hole: Monsters are You!
« on: January 26, 2017, 03:13:36 pm »
Turn 12 has started! Time: Sunset

Spoiler: Banta the Necromancer (click to show/hide)

Banta orders the horde to hold, then enters the tavern and purchases food. Once she is done with the meal, she exits the tavern, and summons a fire elemental directly in the door way. With an order to slaughter everyone inside in a creative fashion.

You enter the tavern. It's mostly empty, save for a drunkard and the barkeep. You sit on a stool and ponder your next course of action. The barkeep walks up to you, polishing a tankard.

"What'll it be, miss? We ain't got much nowadays. Money flow is dryin' right up."

"I'll have food. Whatever you think is best."

The barkeep nods and pulls out a couple tender cuts of meat. He starts frying them in a shallow pan. The drunkard bolts down the last of his mead and moves over towards you.

"What's a pretty lass like yer -hic- yerself doin' in these partses...?"

You ignore him.

"Not much fer -hic- talkin', eh? Fine then, let's geet rigiht to it! Ya got -hic- any friends ouwt thar? If ya dun't, I'd be quite pleeased to make meself yer ackwaintance!"

You say nothing. The barkeep looks at the drunkard and shouts at him.

"Leave 'er alone, Rulein! Git outta my tavern if you're gonna act like that."

The drunkard snarls, but he leaves the tavern, muttering angrily.

"Sorry about that, miss. Rulein there is a rowdy drunk, and he's a nasty man with a nasty temperament. You've gotta show those ruffian types who's boss or else they won't leave ya alone. Anyways, your meal's done. It's on the house, as an apology for that troublemaker's behavior."

You eat the meat. It's gamey, but tastes quite good with a small dish of rice.

+4 hunger!
+1 happiness!

You thank the barkeep and leave. You simply can't bring yourself to kill the man, considering how kindly he treated you. You wonder where to head next. You decide to go check on your horde. On your way out, however, you feel something roughly pull you aside. Rulein, the drunk, clasps one hand over your mouth, while he waves a knife around with the other.

"Izz rude to ignore a geentleman like meself when 'e asks yer a queschun!" he says.

You sigh, and summon the wind sprite again. The drunk howls when the bright light blinds him. You then take the opportunity to give him a few kicks, steal his knife, and kill him with it.
You get

Steel boning knife


Spoiler (click to show/hide)
Start eating people. Then go over to the boulder and flatten a few of them(the people)

You look around at the angry little people, shouting at you and waving weapons. You take a step forward, and they scatter in a chorus of shouts. You pick one of them up. It's the squire that was staring at you when you fell. He's in tears, shouting something indiscernible and struggling in vain to escape.

You try not to think about the moral and theological implications of what you do as you swallow him. The rest of the mob, watching this, starts to flee. You grab a few more of them, and force yourself to eat them.

+4 hunger!
-1 happiness!

You burst into tears after the last of the mob has departed. You try to justify your actions to yourself. It wasn't really self-defense, though. You could have crushed that mob easily. You finally manage to break open the grain silo with the boulder, and cry even more when you see that it's mostly empty. You take what little grain there is back to your cave.


"YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAWN. Hmph. I guess now is time to get my shiny back." Go in the direction of the tower.

You fly. It isn't long until you see a spire of white marble, reaching up into the sky. It's rather large, and the only tower in sight.


Your shiny is inside.


Spoiler (click to show/hide)


Get Bob and set him to go gather berrys while I go back to the town I left the girl in and check in if they are dead. Finding they are not tell them that there had been something chasing the girl when I left her there and I left to try and lure it away. Ask for some food while I wait to talk to the girl and question what did she do to piss off a dragon.

You return to the town after giving your horde orders, and find the guard who you spoke to earlier. He says that the girl should be at a nearby hospital, and leaves for a few minutes. He quickly returns, and says that the girl is ready to see you. You follow him to the hospital, but you're stopped by a physician.

"Guard! That patient you visited! The moment you left, she dashed away, even with her injuries! She was faster than everyone else, and she escaped!"

The guard looks at you, shrugs, and jogs out of the hospital. Huh.


Remain in trance to heal and pass time.

You do pretty much that.

+6 hp!

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DF General Discussion / Re: What Would Urist Do?
« on: January 26, 2017, 03:02:44 pm »
Have seven children, let them become the Dwarven Pantheon of gods, and then create HFS!

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The Death of Ostok Fireaged!

Anger and More Anger!

Urist McMiner's Existential Crises!

Of Hamsters and Dorfs!

The Fall of Rottenanvil, Fortress of the Dead!

And more!

Many more!

Not many more, just more!

The two dwarves resume arguing, taking occasional swigs of Dwarven Rumwine.

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DF General Discussion / Re: What Would Urist Do?
« on: January 26, 2017, 02:49:56 pm »
He would remember that his name isn't Urist, it's actually Armok.

WWUD when he realized that he was worshipping himself all these years?

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We're actors!

Tragedians!

Players!

Tragedians!

Performers of the finest breed!

Two dwarves simultaneously take swigs of their drinks, and frown.

This isn't what we wanted!

No, not at all!

We wanted Dwarven Rumwine!

I thought we wanted Dwarven Winerum!

Don't be stupid, we wanted Rumwine and we got Winerum!

That's what I said.

Well then we wanted Winerum and got Rumwine!

That's also what I said.

The two dwarves start arguing.

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DF General Discussion / Re: What Would Urist Do?
« on: January 26, 2017, 02:41:55 pm »
Valorously smite the elves and badger men!

WWUD if he went insane and saw everyone as an elf?

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Two unknown dwarves enter.

Greetings, tavernkeeper!

Yes, greetings indeed!

Greetings from Ginol the Brave!

And from Vedolu Steelsmiter!

Have you got any Dwarven Wine?

No, we want Dwarven Rum!

Dwarven Wine!

Dwarven Rum!

Dwarven Wine!

Dwarven Rum!

Dwarven Rum!

Dwarven Wine!

Dwarven Winerum!

Dwarven Rumwine!

Very well, I concede to your argument! Do you have any Dwarven Rumwine, my good fellow?

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The goblin mercenary watches silently, eyes darting from the bobcat to Sulus.

Anyways... You ever seen a titan? I've fought a couple of 'em. Most of 'em are nightmarish, but easy to put in the ground. One, however, escaped.

A giant blob, made of steel. Left deadly dust in its wake. I was the only survivor of the contingent sent to kill the thing. Saw men die faster than flies trapped in honey. It was a goddamn nightmare...

Anyways, thanks for the brew. The name's Lozuk. It's been good talkin' to ya.

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I think I'm about done with the whole business. I've seen men torn apart by the undead, eaten by those damned elves, and murdered by things ya wouldn't even believe exist. I'm thinkin' about just settlin' down, perhaps runnin' a tavern like yerself. It's a mess out there, and I'm through with it. This oughta cover the cost of my drink.

Unknown goblin mercenary drops several copper coins on the table.

You've seen some shit too, I can tell by yer eyes. You've fought. You know what I'm talkin' about. Where did you fight?

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Unknown goblin mercenary enters.

What's happened here? Smashed mugs, bloodied elephantman... what kinda establishment are ya running here? Eh, well, it makes no difference to me. I'll have a bit of the ole' Sewer Brew to keep the gears turnin', if ya have any.

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DF General Discussion / Re: What Would Urist Do?
« on: January 26, 2017, 10:15:41 am »
To add a new question, WWUD if a necromancer revived said badger men?

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Unknown human traveler's eyes light up.

Marvelous! Please, take this as a token of my gratitude.

You receive bull shark leather pouch!

I will most certainly return to your fine establishment. May the gods bring prosperity to thee.

Unknown human departs.

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