Hawt The Useless RPG Thread

[fly]

He misses!

@Freon

Roll for hit, d20, roll for damage, d6 + 3 poison damage

I'm coming for you horseman!

 

[fly]

oh fuck yes

 

[Mr. Argumentor]

I'm coming for you horseman!

Hrm. The person that put the code in gets a massive roll...

 

[Domon]

I'm coming for you horseman!

Freon kills the remaining horseman.

I opponent remaining. Freon, Afram, and Purvis surround the horseman, still at full health.

He looks around, seeing all his companions dead, surrounded on all sides, with a man with a raging metal hardon rushing towards him, and throws down his weapons, begging for mercy.

 

[fly]

Hrm. The person that put the code in gets a massive roll...

I'm waaay too lazy to exert any kind of control over this shit. It was hard enough getting it in, and then hiding the dice shit from every other thread.

 

[Strings]

Looks like I have catching up to do.

 

[fly]

Freon kills the remaining horseman.

I opponent remaining. Freon, Afram, and Purvis surround the horseman, still at full health.

He looks around, seeing all his companions dead, surrounded on all sides, with a man with a raging metal hardon rushing towards him, and throws down his weapons, begging for mercy.

Dude was just trying to kill us. Guys, I say we fuckn waste him.

 

[Mean Mr. Mustard]

Freon kills the remaining horseman.

I opponent remaining. Freon, Afram, and Purvis surround the horseman, still at full health.

He looks around, seeing all his companions dead, surrounded on all sides, with a man with a raging metal hardon rushing towards him, and throws down his weapons, begging for mercy.

Oh, so NOW you want to be nice?
Tell ya what. Let the naked guy over there suck yer dick, then you can go.

 

[Domon]

Dude was just trying to kill us. Guys, I say we fuckn waste him.

The birdman reminds you that you stole from his employer.

 

[Domon]

Oh, so NOW you want to be nice?
Tell ya what. Let the naked guy over there suck yer dick, then you can go.

Roll for persuasion. 1d20, 13 passes.

 

[Mean Mr. Mustard]

Or we could just waste the asshole
I dont care really

 

[Mean Mr. Mustard]

roll

 

[Mean Mr. Mustard]

Ah, too bad.

 

[fly]

Unless that fucker can give us a really good reason to let him live, my vote is to smoke him.

 

[Mr. Argumentor]

The sell-swords were bought and paid for by R'Tail because you fucked up his inventory Freon, it is not his fault that you screwed it up.

He's a mercenary, he has no loyalty to R'Tail, send him in the opposite direction with no weapons or items and lets be on our way

 

[Domon]

The rest of the party, except Freon, who looks at you with love in his eyes, observes you and supresses vomiting.

The horseman shakes, and awaits his fate. Afram speaks:

 

[fly]

The sell-swords were bought and paid for by R'Tail because you fucked up his inventory Freon, it is not his fault that you screwed it up.

He's a mercenary, he has no loyalty to R'Tail, send him in the opposite direction with no weapons or items and lets be on our way

Fine.


What loot do we get?

 

[Mean Mr. Mustard]

Fuck it, smoke the bastard and lets get on our way ffs

 

[Mr. Argumentor]

Fine.


What loot do we get?

I say that we divvy up our loot proportional to the actions in the fight

 

[Domon]

The party decides to let the horseman live, he strips naked, attempting to shield himself from Freons wandering eyes.

Loot:

100 gold
a large cudgel, bejewelled on the handle with amethyst and rhinestones
Two scrolls of identify
three potions of health.