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>>46120679
In the homebrew fantasy-ish setting our group has, I'd make the cat be a mind-controller. Through cruel management of his human resources, he'd slowly obtain magical artifacts and newest technology to create an army in his image.
In short, have him manage an army of elite human bodyguards/assassins and golem cats breathing fire or shooting beams out of their eyes. Also a lot of possibilities for him to taunt the party through killing important NPCs and so on.

>>46120679
Nobody expects the cat to do magic.
have him be the apparent villain's 'pet', when it's secretly the other way around due to mind control.
>>46120799 is a good start.

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>>46120679

>>46119234
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>>46119728
Stupid 4chan deleting "excess" spaces.

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>>46119234
>how many

All.
All of them.
All of the Guard.

ToH is satire - it's a test to see how long it takes your group to give the GM a good-natured throatpunch to show him that there're no hard feelings once they realize that even the traps are trapped, so they're just being trolled. No one survives this deathworld. Not even Catachans.

>>46119144
>Talk to "person"
Tell "her" to come "this way" (out of the room)

While we wait could you throw the link to the previous thread? The twitter doesn't have it

>>46119368
Whoops, sorry! Here you go!

http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/archive/46076475/

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You breathe out heavily. Your arms feel like they have hellfire coursing through the veins. Your fists are numb. Sweat pours down your face.

Gabby is bent over, hands on her knees, trying to recover. At some point during the fight she decided to take off her robe, you don't remember when.

The ground is littered with ripped up spell scrolls and wands reduced to useless sticks. Quissonce shakes out one last one, giving it to Ed to break in half and toss once she is unable to milk one last spell out of it.

“Hey Gabby,” you turn your head to her from where you're leaning against the broken battlements of the city.

“Yeah . . .” she takes a few more breaths, looking up at you. “ . . . Al?”

You laugh a bit to yourself. “I lost count.” Rowe comes up and takes the last of your arrows from your quiver.

Gabby chuckles through her body's attempt to force her into passing out. “Eh, me too. I probably won though, so lucky you.”

“I think we killed them all,” Gale remarks. You've certainly killed hundreds. This one choke point is filled completely with the redead, providing anywhere from a two-foot to five-foot walking path of bones and putrid flesh. There's going to be a lot of clean-up required in the coming days.

“Alright, the hobgoblins are pushing forward now. I believe it's time we make our exit,” Quissonce comments, pointing towards the amassed forces that have decided to sit patiently outside your walls while their nightmarish pets sought to weaken you. They do seem to be shifting their formation. But that doesn't seem to be an offensive pattern.

(Who is that?) you hear. You look over to Rowe and see her squinting off in the distance. You follow her vision to the area she's examining and make out the ripple in the formation of soldiers as they get out of the way of what looks to be a group of particularly large and burly skeletons. Like they come from much larger sapients.

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Wait. You look down at the dead zombies and skeletons you've dispatched. They look like human corpses. Yet none of the species you've met on this Island have heard of humans. That does not add up. How old are these undead?

“UGH!” Eve's outburst breaks you out of your thoughts. “I thought we'd be done. Who the fuck is that fruitcake?”

You look up. Striding out of the hobgoblins' vanguard is a man wearing very gaudy, black armor with a skull on its front. A horned helmet masks his face and he carries a large sword. He stands at the center of the formation of burly skeletons. He seems to gaze at your group, still as a statue for a long moment.

Then, almost mechanically, he begins to stride towards you, his cadre of skeletons accompanying him. You're pretty sure Ed whimpers.

Gabby stands tall and readies herself. “Alright boys and girls. Looks like it's time to fuck up The Master.”

Quissonce looks at Gabby, puzzled. “Are you sure that's him?”

“Look at how that faggot is dressed. Of course it's him.”

Quissonce shrugs. “Well Eve and I are out of everything.”

“Pull back,” Kyra speaks. “Backup incoming.”

As if on cue Dolah practically rushes into you. She takes a quick scan of you all before talking. “I apologize for being late. There was a very powerful devil in the sewers.” Funny, Dolah doesn't smell like she just came from a sewer. She points at the armored man striding towards you still. “That person is very evil.”

“Thanks pal,” Gabby replies sarcastically. “Really wasn't sure about that one. I was having a moral quandary about the whole situation.”

“Stop bantering.” Rowe states. “Start fighting.” She looses three arrows at The Master, but one of the big skeletons gets in the way and takes the onslaught of her attack, crumpling into a pile of bones. The Master simply walks through his deceased minion, crushing the skull under his booted heel.

You channel your last burst, leaving you bone dry of divine favor.

You eke out enough magical scraps from your blood to strengthen your muscles, leaving you bone dry of spells.

So unless you want to try giving this guy the touch and hoping he learns the importance of friendship or a better aesthetic, you're going to have to fight him the old-fashioned way.

>Draw your saber for this, full SCHWING
>Stick with your fists

AND

>Fight him head on
>Let Dolah do that, sneak attack
>Wrestle him to the floor with Gabby's aid then coup de grace
>Something else? (write-in)

And roll me 2d100, best of 3.

>>46118954
day 1 archive https://desustorage.org/tg/thread/45971430/
day 2 archive https://desustorage.org/tg/thread/45996057/
day 3 archive https://desustorage.org/tg/thread/46020979/
day 4 archive https://desustorage.org/tg/thread/46063793/


I highly recommend new players start by reading the archives

>>46118954
Last we left off, we had built a longship and opened up a trade route to the elves, trading several months worth of gems for some magical knowledge, in addition we made contact with the Dwarves, who have a massive city embedded into a mountain, about 50 miles north upriver from us.

They are very strong but regard as a very minor faction at this point and are simply interested in trading with us with possible mercenary service and alliance in the future

>>46118954
Glad you're back, man.

>>46118010
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The rules of the game:

This is a cooperative narrative, with some random chance involved sometimes. The players will vote on the actions of the main character and I will describe the results. Sometimes they will be based on a check.

In this case, three players roll a d100, taking the best result, and adding a bonus or a penalty based on your character’s capabilities, the situation, and the difficulty of the task at hand.

The success or failure depends on the final score, according to this table:

1-10: Epic failure with dire consequences
11-25:A failure with some negative consequences
26-50:A small failure with little to no negative consequences
51-75: A small success
76-90: A solid success
91-100: An epic success
A natural one is always an epic fail and takes priority over better results, and a natural 100 is always an epic success

>>46118010
At least toss in a clean shirt pants and a bar of soap for me.

Rolled 93 (1d100)

>>46118010
>>Try and raise the price (will require a roll).

There isn't much reason to lose your cool now, you are strapped to a wall after all and death is calling at morning's first light. Fight your instincts and stay calm.

"If you're not here to hurt me, then why are you here?"

>”If you’re not here to hurt me, why are you here”

The figure, Scratch, laughs gently. “Not what I first expected you to say…but very good. I appreciate a man with a bit a’ bravery in him. Makes things easier on me. Ya don’t go on and start hollering and making a scene, which is exactly what we want to avoid right now, my boy.” His tail slinks about behind him slowly. “I’m here because you got no one else to turn to. Because I’m more or less your last hope. I’m here to help you get out of this mess, dear boy. Nothing more, nothing less.”

Help? “What do you mean help?” You quickly reply with a question.

“Exactly what I said. I’m here to help. To get those chains offa you and push you to freedom. To be more than just a rich man’s slave.” He begins to pace, moving evenly, not quite shifting his weight with each step he takes. “You see, I’m somewhat of a...business man in the world. I go about and try to give people what they want most in the world. Fury. Revenge. And as it were, most people usually want that right before they’re about to die. Whether by a bullet…or a hangman’s noose. I’m here to give you an offer you can’t refuse.

>Ask for more information.
>Refuse
>Stay Silent
>Write-In

"Offer? What kind of offer?"

>>46117460
>Find a quiet place around town

>>46117460
>Find a quiet place around town

>>46117460
>Head to the nearest Gas Station Bathroom.

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With the air above ground still in rough shape most public areas were underground. There were plans to open up skylights in the larger courtyards once Terraforming had finished but for now subsurface malls and shopping centers filled the spaces connecting the residential buildings. Farther below ground were high speed passenger and cargo trams connecting to the industrial sectors and the spaceport.

Things were quiet, weather warnings announced that an abnormally large dust storm had moved in and might cause transportation delays. It was enough to keep people away from the city center. Experience had shown most residents that larger storms would cause traffic jams as cargo handling needed to make use of more of the underground tram lines.

An aerocar with police markings pulled up in front of the planet's main branch of the Banc Sabadell. It was one of the few Terran banks that reliably offered service within the Dominion of the Royal Houses. Plenty of Dominion nobles had made use of it over the centuries whenever it became necessary to go into exile.

Stepping out of the vehicle the police officer looked around, checking for civilians.

"Severe weather alert." Warned a nearby public info terminal. "All Strymon city residents. Sandstorm warning is in effect. Airspace is restricted to emergency services and spaceport operations."

Ignoring the alerts the officer pulled out a bulky looking communicator and reported in.
"Unit 223, site clear. False alarm."

"Copy that 223. Resume patrol."

Rather than getting back in the car the human turned off the device, ripped off the back then broke the processor unit.

Seconds later the front of the bank exploded and a pair of armed men rushed through the conflagration.

"Oh my god." The officer muttered under is breath then waved the robbers towards his vehicle.
"Get in you idiots! Did you have to use explosives?!"

"What?"
"Just get in!"

Soon the car was speeding through the upper level access ways reserved for the military and emergency services. Using a few tunnel connections and access shafts they reached the larger cargo tramways within a minute.

"Timing is looking good."

"Let's just hope there are no issues at the Choke."

The Choke as it was referred to be the locals was one of the busiest and most congested cargo tram lines between the residential and industrial sectors of the city. Delays in construction had resulted in work crews and vehicles clogging four of the eight lines as additional infrastructure connections were finished. Directly or indirectly it was responsible for most traffic congestion in the city.

"Let's just hope our timing will let us through and slow down pursuit."

The man wearing the police uniform flipped through several displays and cursed.

"What? Is the choke backed up worse than normal?"
"No it's clear, no construction. There's room to drive tanks through here if the cops want to."

Somehow the police and PDF weren't on them yet and they passed through the choke making good time.

"Maybe the countermeasures are throwing them off better than we thought?"

Arriving at one of the empty cargo storage facilities near the spaceport, the driver brought the car in towards a parked Raider craft. A woman was waiting next to it, arms crossed with impatience.

"Let's go. Cops are already talking about closing down the spaceport. Dee, lose the uniform." The woman instructed once the others had exited the car.

While closer to a starfighter than a shuttle the Raider was still more than capable of getting them into orbit. This one had been fitted with ECM which should keep the spaceport from detecting them.

After lifting off the Raider sped down one of the other tramways outbound towards the industrial sector.
"El, how is our window?"
"The freighter is leaving dock on time. It doesn't look like they were able to stop it. Surface access is still open."

Turning off and entering a siding the pilot quickly found the open access point and pulled up. They were just in time to see the blocky form of a Kavarian Y-type transport rumble past overhead, having just lifted off from the spaceport.

Now that they were above ground grains of sand from the dust storm pelted the small craft as it matched speed with the much larger cargo ship. The intensity of the sand barrage dropped off once they entered the larger ship's airstream. Repulsors were helping it cut through the atmosphere to reduce drag as it gained altitude and headed for orbit.

"I looks like the storm and ECM shielded from all ground sensors. Bring us in to dock."

Their pilot acknowledged and brought their small craft in towards the ship's topside.

Besides their main container block, many Y-type freighters were equipped additional passenger compartments along the ship's spine, or docking space for smaller ships. This one had retractable shuttle landing pads perfect for concealing their Raider.

With the protective airstream landing was simple enough and soon the pad was retracting, doors beginning to iris closed above them. In the seconds before they had closed completely another ship flew past, dangerously close to the freighter.

"What the hell was that?" asked Dee.

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>>46124366
Meet Red Tiger, hero in training.

Red Tiger
PL:1
Life Bar: 30
Fighting Spirit: 10

Strength: 1
Speed: 0
Stamina: 1

Combat Skills
Defense 3
Combo 3

Special Moves:
L4 Tiger Tail
Critical Hit, Hurl, Increased Damage (2), Throw (2), Slow Recovery (-1)

L3 Swatting Tiger
Critical Hit, Increased Damage (2), Increased Knockback, Power Up: Control, Range 0

L3 Tiger Pounce
Aerial, Harry, Increased Damage (2), Priority, Limited Movement: Must move forward 1 range (-1)

Ok, I'm intrigued.

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>>46124956
And his opponent, Security Guard #4.

Initiative: 1d4
Accuracy: +0
Damage: 1d6
Defense: 2
Life Save: 2

>>46123976
People round these parts don't like YGO much for a variety of good reasons
I'd try >>>/vg/ if I were you

>>46123976
>Playing yu gi oh for fun
That's not how you do it

>>46124106
>good reasons

Lol whatever you say, sperglord.

>>46123334
>Hating on those 25 point melee beasts

Shut your whore mouth

>Terminators don't have two wounds

Fuck you Games Workshop.

>>46120519
>>/lit/

>>46120519
Because he made them a slave race to do dirty work while his bros had fun.

Also hoid back story is getting released this year i hope it will be worth it.

To get to the other side!

Dicks Unlimited LLC.

>>46120179
Two and a half men.

Only Fools and Horses

>>46119301
You roamed around the city, without a real purpose or destination. People seemed to not really mind you until you donned the necklace. Then they started giving you dirty looks.
What was it, was the necklace out of fashion? Was there something on your face?
Was the writing really lazy? You couldn’t tell.
You were almost annoyed at how invisible or otherwise shunned you were, until you felt what it was like to be noticed.
A man wearing strange clothes spotted you from the distance.
His eyes grew in size several times over, so much that the expression “Having eyes larger than the stomach” transcended the metaphorical to become literal.
Then he literally rushed at you, his arms wide open as in an embrace.
You dodged him at the last minute, causing him to crash on an innocent bystander.
“Sorry”, you coldly stated. “I am not the hug kind of guy”.
While the bystander was still on the ground, rubbing his head in pain, the guy you supposed to be the priest crawled to your feet and gripped your ankles tight.
“YES, YES!” he screamed, overjoyed. “20 years! 20 long years of fasting and praying I have endured, but now the Goddess pays it all back! HAH!” he rose to his feet again, just to point his admonishing index finger to the onlookers that had gathered around.
“HAH! CHECKMATE, ATHEISTS! There you go! Here is a real Outer! What now, huh? Will you still spout your nonsense?”
Most people just ignored his ramblings, some others seemed pissed off enough to prompt you to grab him by his robes to make him stop.
So now there you were, the Outer and the Priest, one in total amazement, another in total confusion.
Maybe it’s better to take advantage of the situation to the fullest.

>What’s written on this necklace?
>What is an Outer?
>What kind of drugs do you take and can I have some?

>>46119324
>Try using spaces between your sentences.

>>46119627
As in?
I think I am missing the point.