Scene VII: The Scorned Path (Scum on the Trail)
Re: Scene VII: The Scorned Path (Scum on the Trail)
8+2Stormbringer wrote: ↑Tue Jun 24, 2025 8:45 amYour shot tears into the croc but it's still not dead!
Test GRIT again to avoid the teeth!
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Re: Scene VII: The Scorned Path (Scum on the Trail)
Right...roll a d8!
My fire is more than can be made with forests,
My state more base than are the basest valleys;
I wish no evenings more to see, each evening;
Shamed, I hate myself in sight of mountains,
And stop mine ears, lest I grow mad with music.
My state more base than are the basest valleys;
I wish no evenings more to see, each evening;
Shamed, I hate myself in sight of mountains,
And stop mine ears, lest I grow mad with music.
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Re: Scene VII: The Scorned Path (Scum on the Trail)
Cumflutter will make much haste to the site of the commotion with his rifle in hand.
"Sir. You appear to be in some sort of bother with this beast. Do you require assistance?"
"Sir. You appear to be in some sort of bother with this beast. Do you require assistance?"
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Re: Scene VII: The Scorned Path (Scum on the Trail)
Roll me a Death Check!
In your case, thanks to your 'Dicing with Death' skill, roll 2d20!
My fire is more than can be made with forests,
My state more base than are the basest valleys;
I wish no evenings more to see, each evening;
Shamed, I hate myself in sight of mountains,
And stop mine ears, lest I grow mad with music.
My state more base than are the basest valleys;
I wish no evenings more to see, each evening;
Shamed, I hate myself in sight of mountains,
And stop mine ears, lest I grow mad with music.
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Re: Scene VII: The Scorned Path (Scum on the Trail)
Roll me d4, please!
My fire is more than can be made with forests,
My state more base than are the basest valleys;
I wish no evenings more to see, each evening;
Shamed, I hate myself in sight of mountains,
And stop mine ears, lest I grow mad with music.
My state more base than are the basest valleys;
I wish no evenings more to see, each evening;
Shamed, I hate myself in sight of mountains,
And stop mine ears, lest I grow mad with music.
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Re: Scene VII: The Scorned Path (Scum on the Trail)
OH HANG ON!
I keep forgetting your armour. You didn't need to roll a death-check...but I'll save those roll results for if and when you do make one.
You suffered a bite, though, and you're down to 1 HP!
It's the next round of combat and Scrancher (and now Cumflutter, who has joined him) may act first!
I keep forgetting your armour. You didn't need to roll a death-check...but I'll save those roll results for if and when you do make one.
You suffered a bite, though, and you're down to 1 HP!
It's the next round of combat and Scrancher (and now Cumflutter, who has joined him) may act first!
My fire is more than can be made with forests,
My state more base than are the basest valleys;
I wish no evenings more to see, each evening;
Shamed, I hate myself in sight of mountains,
And stop mine ears, lest I grow mad with music.
My state more base than are the basest valleys;
I wish no evenings more to see, each evening;
Shamed, I hate myself in sight of mountains,
And stop mine ears, lest I grow mad with music.
Re: Scene VII: The Scorned Path (Scum on the Trail)
One more shot
15+2
6 on damage
15+2
6 on damage
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Re: Scene VII: The Scorned Path (Scum on the Trail)
Roll 2d6 for the croc!
My fire is more than can be made with forests,
My state more base than are the basest valleys;
I wish no evenings more to see, each evening;
Shamed, I hate myself in sight of mountains,
And stop mine ears, lest I grow mad with music.
My state more base than are the basest valleys;
I wish no evenings more to see, each evening;
Shamed, I hate myself in sight of mountains,
And stop mine ears, lest I grow mad with music.
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Re: Scene VII: The Scorned Path (Scum on the Trail)
If help is needed, I've rolled a 6 on a D10.
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Re: Scene VII: The Scorned Path (Scum on the Trail)
Cumflutter shoots the Croc dead!
My fire is more than can be made with forests,
My state more base than are the basest valleys;
I wish no evenings more to see, each evening;
Shamed, I hate myself in sight of mountains,
And stop mine ears, lest I grow mad with music.
My state more base than are the basest valleys;
I wish no evenings more to see, each evening;
Shamed, I hate myself in sight of mountains,
And stop mine ears, lest I grow mad with music.
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Re: Scene VII: The Scorned Path (Scum on the Trail)
So, the Bean Bunch have bagged themselves two crocodiles.
Each croc has nine meals worth of food on them, so, after a good butcherin' and a cookin' you should be able to feed the whole party for the next four days, and with Cumflutter's berries that means there's an additional day's worth of food on top of that.
Right now, though, it's time to butcher the crocs and share a meal. Please specify who shares what food with who and who eats what.
Each croc has nine meals worth of food on them, so, after a good butcherin' and a cookin' you should be able to feed the whole party for the next four days, and with Cumflutter's berries that means there's an additional day's worth of food on top of that.
Right now, though, it's time to butcher the crocs and share a meal. Please specify who shares what food with who and who eats what.
My fire is more than can be made with forests,
My state more base than are the basest valleys;
I wish no evenings more to see, each evening;
Shamed, I hate myself in sight of mountains,
And stop mine ears, lest I grow mad with music.
My state more base than are the basest valleys;
I wish no evenings more to see, each evening;
Shamed, I hate myself in sight of mountains,
And stop mine ears, lest I grow mad with music.