Friendship is Dragons
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Page 1177 - Tails of Empire, Part 2
2nd Feb 2019, 6:00 AM
RD: “All right, kiddos, here’s the deal. Starting line’s on Tacktooine on the edge of the Outer Rim. Finish line is back here on Cloudsdale. Whichever one of you wins gets bragging rights.
AJ: “And the right to tax the whole network, aye?”
RD: “Yeah, whatever. But when I win, you’re all grounded for, like, a hundred years. Got it?”
PP: “Yippee ki yay, mother.”
GM: So how are we tracking this?
AJ: Ah worked out th’ basic rules. Each team’ll do a skill challenge. If they succeed, they advance to th’ next checkpoint on the map. Fail, and it’s either a random encounter or another one of us gets to attack ‘em.
GM: Sounds… not bad. OK.
RT: We try to steal a march on the others by using precise calculations to shave a few light-years off the jump distance to the Inner Rim.
RD: OK, roll… wait, how do skill challenges work again?
AJ: They’ve gotta roll an amount of successes set by the difficulty before three failures.
FS: Oh dear. I think my calculations are a little bit off.
RD: That’s three! All right… so, you make it into the Inner Rim, but the drag of a neutron star drains your fuel and forces you to land in… *roll* the Ostleron system.
RT: Have I mentioned before that I truly appreciate your boundless capacity for horse puns?
GM: I have to admit, I bookmarked Wikipedia’s glossary of equestrian terms.
RD: Ooh, awesome! “One of Ostleron’s moons is home to a variety of monsters, and orbits very close to the planet, allowing the monsters to invade at regular intervals.” I gotta hand it to you. You planned a heckuva lot of great stuff that we totally ignored.
I love saying this: Roll initiative, suckers! Where’s that Monster Manual hiding?
PP: C’mon, DRG-1! Let’s sneak attack them while they’re distracted!
RD: So… now all four of you are stranded and being attacked by flying monsters.
Sa-wheet! What other minis you got?
TS: I’ve got a bad feeling about this.
PP: Hey, it was my turn to say that!
RT: All right, this is mechanically domineering gaze. I throw a phial made from a tincture of my own blood into the midst of the horde and… *roll* … it fails to have any effect whatsoever. Again. Drat.
RD: Because you made INT your highest score! It’s the dump stat for vamps!
RT: This vampire is more than just a pretty, if slightly pallid, face.
TS: Two leaders and two strikers, no defenders, and the strikers are actively trying to sabotage each other. I’m not sure this is a viable combat scenario.
Also I’m out of majestic words.
FS: I’m pretty sure I could turn you into some sort of bomb if you like…
TS: Pass.
PP: Uh-oh… that was my last healing surge.
But I’m not gonna let that stop me! Death and I are old friends.
TS: Yay. A first session TPK.
RD: It does look pretty bad… sooo…
RD: “Hey girls! Not having any trouble, are we?”
TS: … tell me she’s not.
RD: “Guess I've gotta lend a hoof. Yeah! Who's your momma!”
RT: She is.
AJ: “And the right to tax the whole network, aye?”
RD: “Yeah, whatever. But when I win, you’re all grounded for, like, a hundred years. Got it?”
PP: “Yippee ki yay, mother.”
GM: So how are we tracking this?
AJ: Ah worked out th’ basic rules. Each team’ll do a skill challenge. If they succeed, they advance to th’ next checkpoint on the map. Fail, and it’s either a random encounter or another one of us gets to attack ‘em.
GM: Sounds… not bad. OK.
RT: We try to steal a march on the others by using precise calculations to shave a few light-years off the jump distance to the Inner Rim.
RD: OK, roll… wait, how do skill challenges work again?
AJ: They’ve gotta roll an amount of successes set by the difficulty before three failures.
FS: Oh dear. I think my calculations are a little bit off.
RD: That’s three! All right… so, you make it into the Inner Rim, but the drag of a neutron star drains your fuel and forces you to land in… *roll* the Ostleron system.
RT: Have I mentioned before that I truly appreciate your boundless capacity for horse puns?
GM: I have to admit, I bookmarked Wikipedia’s glossary of equestrian terms.
RD: Ooh, awesome! “One of Ostleron’s moons is home to a variety of monsters, and orbits very close to the planet, allowing the monsters to invade at regular intervals.” I gotta hand it to you. You planned a heckuva lot of great stuff that we totally ignored.
I love saying this: Roll initiative, suckers! Where’s that Monster Manual hiding?
PP: C’mon, DRG-1! Let’s sneak attack them while they’re distracted!
RD: So… now all four of you are stranded and being attacked by flying monsters.
Sa-wheet! What other minis you got?
TS: I’ve got a bad feeling about this.
PP: Hey, it was my turn to say that!
RT: All right, this is mechanically domineering gaze. I throw a phial made from a tincture of my own blood into the midst of the horde and… *roll* … it fails to have any effect whatsoever. Again. Drat.
RD: Because you made INT your highest score! It’s the dump stat for vamps!
RT: This vampire is more than just a pretty, if slightly pallid, face.
TS: Two leaders and two strikers, no defenders, and the strikers are actively trying to sabotage each other. I’m not sure this is a viable combat scenario.
Also I’m out of majestic words.
FS: I’m pretty sure I could turn you into some sort of bomb if you like…
TS: Pass.
PP: Uh-oh… that was my last healing surge.
But I’m not gonna let that stop me! Death and I are old friends.
TS: Yay. A first session TPK.
RD: It does look pretty bad… sooo…
RD: “Hey girls! Not having any trouble, are we?”
TS: … tell me she’s not.
RD: “Guess I've gotta lend a hoof. Yeah! Who's your momma!”
RT: She is.
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