19 hours into a 24 hour D&D marathon (pathfinder)….. that we only managed to get 6 hours of planned content completed…..
6 other assorted characters (including a random NPC puppy that was saved early on)
The questing party is hanging in a giant net trap after following the incredibly naive/reckless Gnome down a random tunnel.
The Gnome proceeds to cut the bottom of the net out to free the party…. which end up tumbling down yet another trap to a large room with two NPC’s…. except for the Elf that was smart enough to hold on everyone takes 5 damage.
Turns out the two NPC’s are the Final Boss and her main henchman…. an overly large half orc with armour out the wazzu…. a character that wasn’t supposed to come along for another 4 hours of planned content
Final Boss laughs and magics away, mister brick wall henchman will be enough to deal with these underleveled plebs….
Gnome to Tiefling: it’s time *pulls out knives*
Tiefling: *nods solemnly and picks up the Gnome and proceeds to throw her across the room at the Half-Orc*
DM 1: …… roll acrobatics
DM 1: you bounce off his head unable to grab -
Gnome: BUT WHAT ABOUT MY KNIVES!!!
DM 1: they make it harder to grapple….
Gnome: but what if I use them like ice pics?
DM 1: ….. you grab onto his neck using your knives….. roll an athletics
Gnome: Nat 20 😎
DM 1: *error*
DM 2: The Half-Orc can’t find his face to pull you off because your attached to it…. blinding him…..
DM 1: …… strength check to stay attached to the Half-orcs head
Gnome: …. Nat 20
The Gnome proceeded to pull off the Half-orcs helmet, steals several small hatchets and throwing knives ,and semi destroy his shield before FINALLY falling, breaking DM 1 in the process.
The questing party finally defeats the Half-Orc with 21 AC (AFTER the removal of the helmet and shield) after nearly dying.
The Gnome was never hit.
Half an hour later the questing group formed a cult around the small puppy they had saved named Steve, thus breaking DM 2 and ending the campaign while the Gnome rolled around on the floor sing songing about the fact she had finally been thrown violently at an enemy.
Aka the time we broke my two highly experienced DM’s
Kankri/AR, Latula/Mituna, Lil Seb, Aimless Renegade
Summary: Divergent AU where AR and Li'l Seb get kicked into a new universe with some snazzy new cyborg bodies. They’re still working out the bugs.
In which AR discovers that kidnapping rarely solves more problems than it creates, Mituna breaks out of a lab (with some help), and Seb continues to take good care of his Bro.
You’re intent on following Latula, but you’re also not quite
dumb enough to run face first into a fight.
You have discovered exactly two settings in yourself: “helpless” and
“accidentally killed everybody.” If you
can get a few of your more experimental body-hack programs out of beta you hope
to someday unlock more. Tonight is
probably not that night.
turn on, just a bit, a background process that you think will help keep the metal part of your mind from overloading
on data quite so much. It’s your best
plan for staying in balance without actually resorting to a biohack. You’re not super confident in the whole
theory, but at least you think it’s the program most likely to fail
non-life-threateningly for everybody in the room.
whoever said that
reincarnation was romantic,
never picked eighteenth century gravel from their teeth;
call bruises birthmarks [i still remember you]
we were god’s children, and i wore my birth
like peach and pink; you sunk your teeth into me, a sinner.
in this one, you were the serpent and i mistook an apple for glory.
i stared down the line of your pointed finger,
realized, your rib is the worst part of me.
in another legend,
you were a monster and
i was a lady who understood your growl as a song.
we were beasts, and this was our beckoning, until i rose too high
on your bramble throne and called down to you, ‘eat your heart out’
but you ate mine instead.
in the next century,
i was a queen and you were my knight made of iron and shadows,
reached out and caught me on the hilt of your sword,
traitorous and trembling and as i lay dying you laughed and said,
'a lion’s heart still belongs to a lion.'
i met you again in a twenties speakeasy;
and your grin cut like bones
[what did caesar remember when he saw brutus at the gates of hell?]
i pulled my gun, but you were too fast, wrote my death until i was
all blood-soaked diamonds and feathers.
[the answer is everything.]
tonight, the room thrums and you hoist me up
against a dirty wall, kissing each other’s necks
with knives to the back of them.
in every lifetime, i love you.
in every lifetime, this makes you laugh.
Clintasha Week Day 5 - Free For All: The Clintasha Fallout4 AU Literally Nobody Asked For
I mean, your guess is as good as mine at this point. Find it on AO3 HERE.
“Raiders, really?” Clint asked skeptically. He kicked one of the discarded pipe pistols. “Raiders aren’t this smart.”
“I didn’t say raiders,” Garvey said with a shake of his head. “I said raider. One. And she is this smart. She’s been a thorn in our side for months.”
“The family’s still alive,” Clint argued. “She rigged half a dozen guns on a tripwire to steal four ears of corn and the kid’s pet mole rat. There aren’t even bullet holes in the side of the house, the rounds were blanks.”
“She’s a raider,” Garvey replied. The words carried the weight of finality and judgement, and Clint hated what the world had become.
“Scavenger, maybe,” he muttered defiantly. “Hungry. Scared, if she’s alone out here.”
“You’ll see,” Garvey said with a bitter chuckle. “Scared is the last word I’d use for this girl.”
Assassins being rescued by their S/O or something as a request/preference thing thanks!
A/N: I did it
as a scenario if that’s alright J
Altaïr: He was
cornered in a secluded area of Jerusalem, out of bombs, knives and his sword
knocked away. He glanced up at the towering wall that seemed to loom over him,
he couldn’t find any footholds. No way he would be able to climb that, was he
actually going to die like this? All of a sudden a figure leapt down from a
roof sinking their hidden blade in a guard’s neck, throwing two more knives at
another and then cutting down the last with Altaïr’s own sword. “You needed saving? I’m never letting you
live this one down.” You laughed as you handed a grumbling Altaïr back his
Ezio: He tried
his best to not groan in pain as he held his now injured shoulder and struggled
to limp away from the oncoming guards. He should have listened to his comrades
when they told him it was risky going into that place. Things were looking
grim. Then suddenly from his left he saw you climb onto the roof to kill a guard
that had just ran up to you two, sword raised. Then you shot down a few more
with your crossbow. You stood in between Ezio and it approaching guards, sword
in hand. “Thank you amore mio.” He said from behind you. “Don’t thank me yet,
they’re still coming.”
Connor: He was
currently pinned under a rather angry looking bear. It had broken his bow and
his arm that had his hidden blade was currently underneath one of the bear’s
heavy paws. He tried his best to dodge all the bites the bear made at his face
while fighting off the pain the bear’s claws were inflicting on him. The bear
gave a loud cry before slumping forward, falling onto Connor. He peered over
the bear’s large body to find you wiping blood off your hidden blade. “The
hunter almost became the hunted.” You joked as you helped him up.
Edward: He sighed
for the hundredth time that day, trying to make himself comfortable despite the
bonds that currently held his hands behind his back and the chains the were
wrapped around his ankles. He was aboard an enemy ship, as their prisoner. He
could hear everyone upstairs celebrating that they had just caught the Edward Kenway. But it was cut short
as he heard other people boarding them ship and fighting the sailors. It must
have been his crew. The door to the deck opened and you looked in, finding your
bound lover. You had blood splattered on your face and wore a bit of a sadistic
smirk as you freed Edward. “God you look so hot when you’re badass.” Edward murmured
Arno: He was
bloodied and bruised, hands and legs bound as a Templar threw punch after punch
at his face, all while demanding to know what the assassins have planned. Arno
kept silent, opting to glare defiantly at the Templar, enraging him more. All
of a sudden they took a phantom blade to the back of the head, killing him. His
guards turned to the source of the shot and you jumped down, assassinating them
both easily. You walked over to your love and cut his bonds before helping him
up, “I’m not letting anyone hurt your pretty face.” They smirked playfully at
Anti just returned home, leaving bloddy footprints everywhere in his flast. he teleported there, he knew better than having policemen knocking at his door in the morning. Not only was blood on the floor, it was on his face, clothes, and mainly on his hands. He was just about to hide the bloody knfe when he felt a pair of hands touching him from behind. He swiftly turned to face his intruder, his eyes black voids and the tip of his knife poiting at ther neck, growling menacingly.
@knives-and-chokers “Woah!” He said while raising his hands over his head “ Anti it’s just me.” “I’m sorry if I startled ya, I just wanted to say hi.”