Vapourware Play-by-post: Anomalous Subsurface Environment (DCC RPG)

[tindrli]

if dagger wont do shit, maybe her boobs can mesmerise him enough for someone to cut his throat

 

[Llywelyn ap Gruffydd]

Corin takes a swipe at the Moktar with his cleaver. Corin's Cleaver Attack=[1d20-1] = 4-1 = 3 Damage=[1d6] = 6

Dyrak, undeterred by his negligent homicide, grabs the Javelin out of Horaces's scrawny neck and throws the Javelin at the Moktar.
Dyrak's wild Javelin Throw [1d20+1] = 11+1 = 12 Damage= [1d6+2] = 6+2 = 8

Chance to Hit friendly on Miss = [1d100] = 90

Horace and Renard continue to die in place.

 

[Helly]

Spoiler

Prodigius will most definitely throw this time, so be prepared :1up:

 

[Llywelyn ap Gruffydd]

Spoiler

Corin's pucker factor intensifies.

 

[nikolokolus]

if dagger wont do shit, maybe her boobs can mesmerise him enough for someone to cut his throat

Spoiler

You just missed your roll is all. You rolled high enough that you didn't hit air, but the Moktar's hide is thick and provides a certain amount of natural armor

 

[Grimgravy]

Meycar Oser starts chopping chunks of meat off his side of beef. Kraft and Baroda prepare to hurl them to distract any more wolves. Harrah Toppenish turns his pitchfork on the Moktar.

Harrah's pitchfork: [1d20+1] = 1+1 = 2, damage: [1d8+1] = 1+1 = 2

edit
Harrah's fumble: [1d4] = 4

 

[nikolokolus]

Much to Harrah's embarrasment and surprise, the soft iron tines of his pitchfork are parried by the Moktar into the liqui-stone ® floor and bent nearly backward on themselves. It's going a bit of time to bend them back into shape (10 minutes to be exact). The weapon is rendered useless for now however.

 

[Helly]

: We should try to help somehow, if only to have a reason to loot the corpses afterwards

: Go for it, lah

: Please, not that one, it's a collectible!

: Stop whining and watch the master in action.
Thrown pen [1d20+1] = 11+1 = 12 - Damage [1d4] = 4

 

[nikolokolus]

The razor sharp pen whistles through the air and misses the mok (no pun intended).

(Roll your 50% chance to see if it has a chance to hit an ally, if yes roll your attack and damage)

 

[Helly]

Miss chance: [1d100] = 24 - Thrown pen [1d20+1] = 17+1 = 18 - Damage [1d4] = 1

 

[nikolokolus]

Prodigius the "master" dart champion of Ilsa's Taproom and Whorehouse throws his pen but he must be out of practice. He hits his comrade Conrad right in the back.

 

[Helly]

: Damn, missed. Why didn't you squat when I said I was gonna throw it?

: Bloody steamy bastard, what the hell! Get this thing outta my neck!

: Stop crying you big baby, you'll be fine. Pete, use some of your shirt to bandage him.

: Heh, at least it wasn't me this time...

: Champion my ass, you could have hit Florette with that crap.

: Good good, the pen penetrated without damaging its tip. Phew!

: You're next on the list, chummer

 

[nikolokolus]

OOC

Just wanted to let you guys know that I haven't forgotten about this, but I do need to hit the pause button. I'm in the middle of crunch time on a project at work and it's taking up a lot of my time. We'll pick back up by the end of the week if that's OK.

 

[tindrli]

if that moktar is gona have a sudden kidney attack its fine by me

 

[nikolokolus]

I'm back bay-beeee! We now return to our regularly scheduled prgramming.

When last we left our intrepid peasants, peons and plebs they were jammed up inside a tunnel and inflicting great harm upon themselves with errant throws of javelins, sharp writing pens and generally having a bad run of luck.

For handy reference here is initiative again. ERYFKRAD and tindrli still have actions available to them. Currently there is very little room to maneuver inside the tunnel and the Moktar blocking the way is proving to be quite obdurate. His deep chuckling laughter as you flail and miss and kill yourselves leads you to believe that he might be ... "mocking" you.

Llywelyn ap Gruffydd's Team Ramrod
Moktars
Helly's PPP
Grimgravy
ERYFKRAD
tindrli

 

[ERYFKRAD]

Burrick the Barber spends a turn using his razor to sharpen the alchemist's staff end into a pointy end. The guard and the gunsmith consider the view in front to determine if there is a way to push the moktar into the pit.

Spoiler

back on the road, rolling might take a while.

 

[tindrli]

Why the fuck we dont get out of the damn cave. We tried and we sux. Maybe on the entrance we will have more luck

 

[nikolokolus]

Burrick the Barber spends a turn using his razor to sharpen the alchemist's staff end into a pointy end. The guard and the gunsmith consider the view in front to determine if there is a way to push the moktar into the pit.

Spoiler

back on the road, rolling might take a while.

Spoiler

I can roll for you.

 

[tindrli]

Is any of my chars In a range for main weapon

 

[nikolokolus]

Is any of my chars In a range for main weapon

Yes. Tally.

 

[tindrli]

Hit that fag moktar again. Roll for me if you have time

 

[tindrli]

OK. Did I get his eye???

Tally's attack [1d20+1] = 18+1 = 19, damage [1d4+1] = 4+1 = 5

 

[nikolokolus]

Tally smiles at the Moktar which seems to distract it for a second. When it cocks its head to the side to look at her, she smiles back and lunges forward catching the beast right in the face. It immediately falls hard to the ground and starts twitching. It looks about as dead as dead can get.

 

[nikolokolus]

The hallway goes eerily silent, save for a faint resonant clicking sound that seems to reverberate off the tunnel walls to the north.

 

[Llywelyn ap Gruffydd]

Corin: "I need to catch my breath for a second. Dyrak, go on ahead of me."

Dyrak: "Un uh."

Corin: "Well then what are you even here for?"