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Topic: City Fantastico Q&A: The Quest for Liquor and Shame
Subject: asdf


Fantastic, update later today.

Posted on 2011-03-01 at 19:07:12.

Topic: City Fantastico Q&A: The Quest for Liquor and Shame
Subject: right


Like I said, no pressure, just hadn't heard from you in a bit and was terribly worried or something.

Oh god Bob...right in the eye? IN THE EYE!@?

Posted on 2011-03-01 at 17:16:54.

Topic: City Fantastico Q&A: The Quest for Liquor and Shame
Subject: asdf


Almerin, Admiral, you guys still kicking? Bob's sent me a small PM denoting actions but haven't heard from Almerin in a few. Just waiting on you guys. No pressure. ☻

Posted on 2011-03-01 at 03:03:15.

Topic: City Fantastico Q&A: The Quest for Liquor and Shame
Subject: sdf


I hope this game inspired that, because otherwise I have outside influences involving the weaponisation of ice cream, and this concerns me.

On a second, unrelated note, love the posts and as soon as Bobberty Wobberty and Almerino post we can trundle along on fire. Bob was saying something about using an awesome point in his upcoming post, so it might be a good idea to not do anything too rash, lest he remake the future.

Also, I am only referring to people by nicknames Ive made up on the spot now. Because that is how I roll.

Posted on 2011-02-27 at 15:33:28.

Topic: City Fantastico Q&A: The Quest for Liquor and Shame
Subject: asdf


Id like to share, that for the last two days, I have been drinking, and apparently I at one point yelled BOMBPOP over and over and attempted to use a tub of mint ice cream as a weapon.

This game.

Posted on 2011-02-27 at 04:10:59.

Topic: City Fantastico Q&A: The Quest for Liquor and Shame
Subject: asd


That would certainly do...something.

Posted on 2011-02-25 at 16:56:30.

Topic: City Fantastico Q&A: The Quest for Liquor and Shame
Subject: Why thank you, I try


Because I realise I didnt mention this earlier, and to relieve anyone who's suddenly afraid of running out of ammo. In true action movie fashion all "standard" ammunition is effectively going to be without limit barring extraneous circumstances (ie, it is forcibly removed from your person) for the purposes of combat instances. High explosives and like may be more limited, will go on a case by case basis.

Posted on 2011-02-24 at 18:01:37.

Topic: City Fantastico Q&A: The Quest for Liquor and Shame
Subject: Oh god really? Brilliant


Round by round breakdown

1
Percy lands direct hit with napalm cone
Downhouser spends awesome point, lands hit with big gun #1
Virago rolls critical success on jump check, has potential for atmospheric flight. Would have gained an action point had he had room for one
Danyael misses with pistol, inflicts terrible music upon all assembled
Katheryn spends awesome point, hits with sawed-off
Thug misses Danyael with tire iron
2 thugs miss Downhouser with fists
1 thug cannot reach anyone and looks sad and pathetic, you want to give him a hug

2
Percy does not give him a hug, instead murdering him with a critical success bomb pop
Downhouser succeeds in making one thug into a human projective, fails to hit second
Virago lands, manages to slip through flames with only minimal singes to himself
Danyael hit at point blank range with 9mm
Katheryn hits and close range with the sawed off

The badge dropped from the man Virago rescued clearly identifies him as a member of Fantastico's private security forces, leaving little to no doubt of his identity as your contact.

He's awake, and though beaten, seems to be stable and non-critical. He can talk and answer questions. Go go next round of posts.


Posted on 2011-02-24 at 17:50:17.
Edited on 2011-02-24 at 17:54:43 by Grugg

Topic: Tales of City Fantastico
Subject: Unreasonable Hangtime: The Beginning


"Hey Downhouser, Virago... how about we show these thugs how to do this sort of thing properly."

The words brought a sneer to the leader’s face as he stepped towards Danyael. That sneer immediately turned to a look of shock as the towering Downhouse and stocky Virago stepped out behind him. The truck actively shook on its suspension as they debarked, and the motion disguised Percy’s form as he stepped out the other side of the truck. He wasted no time in drawing attention to himself though.

”Hello, sinners...”, he hurled a waffle cone at the thug who was just now withdrawing a second mysteriously lit molotov from his jacket, ”who’d like a free sample?”

The molotov struck the thug in the chest, and he immediately burst into flames, the molotov in his hand and whatever others he carried erupting on his body. He ran screaming in circles for a brief moment before catapulting himself into the wall of fire surrounding the gang. For a moment no one moved, watching him writh and scream before finally going silent.

Gerald took this opportunity to make his shot. Quickly drawing Big Gun #1 and aiming straight at the lead thug, it seemed for a moment that time slowed down, and the gang’s slow-motion advance gave the giant ample time to line up a killshot. The round left the gun and seemed to leave a visible gash through the air as it reached the leader’s forehead, kicking the thug’s head back and for a second suspending him in mid-air as his legs shot out from under him. Shortly afterward, and still in slow-motion mind you, the round exited the rear of his skull, blowing brain matter everywhere, temporarily concealing the violent gang in a greyish-white cloud of what could best be described as “brain flakes”.

Time resumed its regular speed, and from all throughout the cloud, violent coughing could be heard, along with the occasional shout of ” I got Tyrell in ma’ fukin’ eyes!”. Seeing his opportunity, Virago dashed forward with a loud shout of ”FOR NARNIA”, and using his streetlight as a pole vault attempt to leap the distracted gang. The blinded gang members posed little active resistance as he soared overhead, and he soon found himself soaring toward the pile of rags that had previously been their target.

Back at the ice cream truck, Danyael attempted to line up a shot on the boombox carrying thug, though the “brain flake cloud” somewhat obstructed his shot. His shot went slightly wide, missing the main body of the boombox and striking the “next track” button as it soared past. Immediately, the hardcore gangsta rap was replaced by the soothing opening of Celine Dion’s My Heart Will Go On, much to the confusion of everyone involved.

Danyael started a line up a second shot when Katheryn leaned out the window right above him, her sawed-off shotgun in her hand. She emptied both barrels directly into the closest thug carrying a tire iron, sending him hurling backwards into the thug now staring perplexed at the boombox he carried. The pair of them rocketted backwards through the hair, passing the still mysteriously airborn Virago, and clear through the wall of flame, removing them from the equation entirely. Katheryn shot Danyael a smug grin before grabbing another pair of shells and slapping them into the breach.

Only half the thugs that had started the encounter remained at this point, and as they finished wiping the remains of their dead homie from their eyes, they mounted their attempt at a counterattack. The remaining armed thug made a rush towards , swinging his tire iron in a vicious slice that Danyael easily sidestepped. Another pair made an attempt at assaulting the giant hunk of meat known as Downhauser, though his combat training allowed him to easily brush off their blows. The last eyed Percy, though couldn’t find his way to him through the mess of bodies and fire.

He’d regret making eye contact with the deranged ice cream man, as Percy quickly reached into his pocket, unwrapping a pair of grenade shaped popsicles. He hurled one directly at the thug’s feet, and he looked down with a look of panic, painfully aware of what the frozen treats had already done to his friend. There was a small moment of pause as everyone (including the still airborne Virago...somehow) braced for an explosion, though none came. The thug turned his gaze back to Percy, only to immediately be struck in the face by a second BOMB Pop, causing it to shatter into a collection of razer sharp, delicious shrapnel. As the thug fell to the ground, Percy giggled maniacly, shouting a sudden ”BOOM” at the now lifeless corpse.

The thugs that had taken a swing at Downhouser hardly faired better. Their untrained punches left the supercop plenty of opportunity for an open counter, and his technique was damn near unbeatable. Easily ducking a looping hook, the enormous man bodily lifted the thug off the ground, folding him over into a tight ball in the process before hurling him at his comrade, who only just managed to duck in time.

For the second time in what felt like seconds, Virago watched as another person soared passed him in the air. Seeing a relatively un-brain splattered spot of asphalt to make a landing, he finally touched down mere inches away from the rag bundled man. Scooping the man up into his arms, Virago leapt through the thin wall of flames onto the other side. He placed the man on the group gently, rolling him over to check for signs of life. Though the man had certainly never been “handsome”, the beating hadn’t help his looks. One of his eyes appeared to be swollen shut, and as his other eye opened slowly he coughed, spitting up a tooth onto his chest.

Back in the melee, Danyael ducked another slice from a tire iron from the thug in front of him before firing a couple of 9mm rounds point blank into the thug’s chest. The man crumpled to his knees, and Danyael needed only a gentle push to but the man on the ground for good. He turned to face the last thug, sandwiching the man between himself and the massive Downhouser. The thug looked over his shoulder at Danyael, and in the process realised he was the last man standing from his side. His surprised look barely had time to cross his face as Katheryn’s second volley from the ice cream truck window flattened him quickly. The red headed woman stepped out of the truck as the fires, seemingly only flaring for the purposes of dramatic combat, died down just as suddenly as they’d erupted.

The man rescued from the thugs seemed to be regaining conciousness slowly, and with Virago’s help got himself sat up. As he did, a small ID badge fell out of his rags, landing upside down on the ground in front of him. Virago’s eyes shifted to it as it fell, catching a glimpse of the name as it fell.

Special Agent Roberto Stanislav
Fantastico Security Forces


It looked as if the group had found their field agent.




Posted on 2011-02-24 at 17:42:21.
Edited on 2011-02-24 at 17:53:37 by Grugg

Topic: City Fantastico Q&A: The Quest for Liquor and Shame
Subject: sadf


Writing it up now.

Enchantment!

Posted on 2011-02-24 at 16:29:43.

Topic: City Fantastico Q&A: The Quest for Liquor and Shame
Subject: asdf


Sorry about no update, afternoon was waylaid by (of all things) wiffleball.

No, we do not actually know how to play it.

Yes, we're awesome at it.

Posted on 2011-02-24 at 03:16:19.

Topic: City Fantastico Q&A: The Quest for Liquor and Shame
Subject: sadf


Alright, I'll try to have this combat wrapped and resolved...probably later today (oh god if saying that crashes my computer again Im going to kill something).

Just a note, because I felt I was a bit general last time. Not every combat will be simple like this in terms of posting. Obviously, changing circumstances will probably require a second round of posting and whatnot, but given the simple nature of the current encounter (a bunch of gangbangers trapped in a ring of fire...simple!) the single round of posting will give me a good enough idea to run it without dragging this out for weeks.

Also, bears.

Posted on 2011-02-23 at 17:14:45.

Topic: City Fantastico Q&A: The Quest for Liquor and Shame
Subject: adsf


No, that is perfectly logical and reasonable to most extents.

Even though I really want to see human dodgeball...mayhaps later.

Also, you can smell rap, still laughing about that.

Posted on 2011-02-22 at 22:02:23.
Edited on 2011-02-22 at 22:04:37 by Grugg

Topic: City Fantastico Q&A: The Quest for Liquor and Shame
Subject: sadf


If you'd like to use an awesome point and do something slightly outrageous just let me know here, briefly describe it and explain why, and then post up something awesome in the thread.

Also, bears.

Posted on 2011-02-22 at 17:58:30.

Topic: City Fantastico Q&A: The Quest for Liquor and Shame
Subject: sadf


Per round, try to think of it in D&D terms, generally one move action + one other action. You have a bit more time than a D&D round, but just try to be reasonable.

The rules are a large port from D20 modern, but with accounting for the different character sheets, is a little changed.

Also, awesome points can be used for additional actions, if I never mentioned that before, so if you want to "tripletime" it, feel free.

Also, bears.

Hell yes I'm pushing awesome points.

Posted on 2011-02-22 at 16:45:51.

Topic: City Fantastico Q&A: The Quest for Liquor and Shame
Subject: Rar


Computer is fixed. Is good.

Posted on 2011-02-22 at 00:53:32.

Topic: City Fantastico Q&A: The Quest for Liquor and Shame
Subject: dasfg


Just a reminder, you have an upper limit on awesome points, so the sooner you spend them the sooner you can get more.

Also, unless you have a fire hose in your pants...and I am not elaborating on that...you might have some trouble with that Eol.

Posted on 2011-02-21 at 20:41:23.

Topic: The Warlock of Firetop Mountain - Recruitment
Subject: asdf


The man looks cool, but red is not a natural skin colour...at all...so uh...yes...I think it's unrelated to our position on smoking...which is...largely...splendid...jell-o.

I hope this has answered all questions.

Please continue recruiting, game looks fun if I wasn't already double occupied.

Posted on 2011-02-21 at 17:32:07.

Topic: City Fantastico Q&A: The Quest for Liquor and Shame
Subject: Les Updates?


Alright update is up, and first taste of combat has begun!

For those of you that want to read the update before this to avoid having the combat situation spoilered, please do so now.

There are eight, large angry men in front of the truck, and one heap of rags you've deduced to be a man who has been severely beaten. One of them has a switchblade, two have tire irons, one has another molotov cocktail, three are barehanded and one is still carrying a rap-blasting, booty-pounding boombox.

As of this time, all of you are still in the ice-cream truck. For the purposes of you all having time to react during the unfolding events, getting yourself out of the ice-cream truck will not require any actions or time.

Now, for the some quick notes on the mechanics of combat.

Every "round" is essentially 10 seconds for all intents and purposes, so if you can do something in 10 seconds, it's safe to assume it's a round's worth of actions. Id like combat to move swimmingly, so if you can sort of outline a plan of action over multiple rounds (either here or in the game thread itself) it will help us get through it quickly and not bog the game down.

I shall attempt to make a map to detail combat positions if you need it, but suffice to say you're in a square surrounding by fire about 20ft x 20ft, and the gang of thugs is about 10ft in front of the truck.

Any questions?

Posted on 2011-02-21 at 17:24:26.

Topic: Tales of City Fantastico
Subject: Check yo' self, before you wreck yo'self


Chapter 1.2: Rated G for Gangsta

Introductions were quickly made within the group, and it would seem that a motley crew of personalities had never been assembled before. The straight-edge, giant Downhouser towering over the amphetamine fueled Virago, the fast and loose Danyael already making advances to the group's lone female, the fiery (in both hair and personality) Kathryn, and the Ice-Cream Man, Percy as he called himself, who was another case altogether.

Though their ideologies greatly differed, the group now shared a common purpose. Fantastico HQ sat beside them, an enormous testament to the company's once total control of the island, and even now a fortified monolith that spoke volumes of their resolve to regain it. Though none of the group had any evidence, they could all “feel” Mr. Fantasti's eyes on them, and the large amount of armed guards within the complex gave even the most confident of the group a twinge of anxiety about failing to carry out his orders. The captain had given them their destination, and while the group struggled initially to find room for all of them in Percy's pastel-coloured “ice-cream” truck, they were soon off on their way.

~~~~~~~~~~


From his office, Mr. Fantasti watched idly out the window, waiting to catch a glimpse of his new team as they headed out.

Hmm, he thought to himself, ...did I remember to tell to captain they were to be given access to one of the out modelled APCs? He squinted out at the streets below, still unable to see the group.

”I'm sure they'll figure out on their own...” he muttered to himself.

In fact, he had just caught a glimpse of the group now, walking from the base of his headquarters across the street to a...a...what the hell was that? It was smaller than he thought the APCs were...and the paint job was a bit...spotty.

He was staring intently at the vehicle until it was about to pull out of sight into an alley when the first notes of the song hit him.

Turkey in the Straw

For the second time in months Denise's face allowed a small smile as the sound of her bosses curses rang out through the still jammed intercom.

~~~~~~~~~~


The ride from Fantastico HQ to the outskirts of the company's control gradually mimicked the fall of society within the city itself over the last few years. It seemed that with each block behind them, the general state of repair dropped. Though the buildings around the HQ had been maintained and kept livable, more and more cracks appeared in the illusion until eventually only dilapidated slums lined the streets. The worst was yet to come however, as the group finally entered Westside proper.

The large archway that spanned the street looked certainly like it had been built from scrap stolen from other projects. Its rusted metal body jutted out in many directions, and the word “WESTS!D3” was crudely cobbled together across the apex, seemingly from display lettering stolen from the fronts of restaurants and the like. Slightly more concerning was the wooden sign hanging just slightly below the apex, held to the structure by large chains. Riddled with bullet holes, the words painted on the sign were faded but still visible from street level.

”Ur in da wrong neighbourhood, muthafucka”

Emboldened by the apparent warm welcome, the group passed through the arch undaunted, and the apparent poverty of Westside surrounded them.

Though none of them remembered anything particularly notable about the area before the collapse of Fantastico, it looked as if their the area had been hit hard by the riots. What would have once been apartment complexes now resembled photos taken of Europe years past during WW2, still missing large sections of walls and caked with graffiti and soot. Though the streets just past the entrance were empty, a handful of overturned cars lined the sides of the road, their rusted out bodies home to a collection of vermin and scavenger animals, some still with fuel dripping from them, leaving long lines criss-crossing the street. As the group rounded the first corner, a scene unfolded before them.

”Wut the fuck you doing in Westside, beotch?”

The group couldn't tell exactly who had said that, as it seemed originate from a group of large black males huddled about something in the middle of the street. One held a large boombox on his shoulder, and the familiar refrain of Darius Garnett's gangsta-rap anthem ”Fuck Fantast!co” could be heard throughout the street.

”Ya, we ain't seen yer sorry white ass up in here before, homie.”, a second different voice chimed in.

It took a moment for the team to realize the group they'd stumbled onto was in fact not talking to them, and was looking at a mass of rags curled in the fetal position at their feet. When one of the men gave a solid kick to the pile, it let a faint whine. There was definitely a person in there. The jingling of the ice-cream trucks speakers soon drew the group's attention, and they turned to face the seemingly randomly appearing frozen treat dispenser.

”Looks like someun's brought us some frozen treats, boyz” the seemingly lead one said, already reaching into his pocket, bringing out a switchblade. ”Must not be from 'round these parts.”

A couple in the back snickered, cracking their knuckles, while another two turned from beating the man on the ground with a pair of tire irons. One, confusingly, pulled an already lit molotov cocktail from the folds of his coat, tossing it giddily from hand to hand.

”Why don't we show'em a lil' Westside hospitality, cuz?”, the one holding the molotov called out.

The lead one nodded, and within seconds a molotov was sent hurtling toward the ice-cream truck. The aim was slightly off, and it streaked past seemingly harmlessly, landed a few feet to rear of the vehicle. While at first it had seemed a lucky break (a direct hit surely would have melted some of the ice cream) it appeared the team hadn't got away quite so cleanly. The fire burned a moment more before catching some fuel, tripping idly from one of the overturned cars on the street side. Within seconds, the remaining fuel erupted, sending flames tracing around the ice-cream truck and large gang as they soon became encapsulated in a large ring of fire. It was almost as if some outside force had prepared this ring of fire as some sort of deterrent for attempting to flee the situation...almost as if this scenario had been designed to give the team their first taste of combat in a confined area while giving the potential for third degree burns. Almost...

The leader of the gang advanced on the ice-cream truck, sneering.

”Cum on out, bitches...” the others began to advance with him, ”...cum on out n' play!

Posted on 2011-02-21 at 17:17:55.

Topic: I broke a personal record!
Subject: axdf


I have informed Guinness.

Unfortunately, I was unable to navigate their complex phone message service and I believe I have ordered a crate of their finest lager.

I am still considering this a victory.

Posted on 2011-02-21 at 16:46:28.

Topic: City Fantastico Q&A: The Quest for Liquor and Shame
Subject: asdf


Alright. Not my computer, but I'll have a computer for today. Thanks for being so understand, and the filler posts in the meantime have been excellent. I'll be posting with an update this afternoon, and hopefully have my computer repaired by later today so I can get back to actually being around.

☻GruggLovesYou

Posted on 2011-02-21 at 16:07:53.

Topic: City Fantastico Q&A: The Quest for Liquor and Shame
Subject: Mother78uhSJIwopsdad


Roommate: Hey, Brian, something is wrong with the computer.
Grugg: Oh? What is it?
Roommate: Well, I was downloading something and now Ive deleted most of system32 and system restore.
Grugg:


Long story short, I am posting this from my phone.

The 3/4 complete post is presumably erased, as soon as I can get to a computer Ill put the update up.

This would happen, wouldn't it.

Posted on 2011-02-19 at 19:37:26.

Topic: City Fantastico Q&A: The Quest for Liquor and Shame
Subject: Gruggtranslation


This Afternoon = Tomorrow

Something has come up.

Posted on 2011-02-18 at 22:08:30.

Topic: City Fantastico Q&A: The Quest for Liquor and Shame
Subject: asdf


Eol, you're proper screwed up man.

Almerin, Im expecting no more than one post a week from anyone. Some people were just seeming to have some RP going, so I was wondering if anyone was looking for that. No rush.

Update this afternoon I suppose then.

Posted on 2011-02-18 at 15:58:23.

 
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