Welcome to The Lost Island Quest. Last thread our hero, Alan Rodain, got into an argument, helped teach Rowe how to cast magic and ended up trapping himself in a small space filled with shape shifting monsters planning to kill him. Alan now tries to not get horribly murdered.http://pastebin.com/W5vqnRBU (Character Sheet)http://pastebin.com/3LPDLd9u (NPCs)http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/archive.html?tags=lost+island
Its four in the morning. You're tired. Darvus is sitting in bed with bestial claws, a smile too wide for his face and your voice. There are three other combatants in this cramped shack with you, all of which may be scary shape changing monsters. Muffin is yelling at you. And you still haven't made any plans for New Years.Time to fucking rock. >Screw this, out the window we go>Grease the floor, chop chop on Darvus>Barrel through the enemy and get out the front door>Some other battle plan? (write-in)Either way, roll 2d100, best of 3.
Rolled 10, 87 = 97 (2d100)>>44328772>>Grease the floor, chop chop on DarvusWe should take one of them alive though.
Rolled 7, 69 = 76 (2d100)>>44328772>Barrel through the enemy and get out the front doorFighting them on the street may be ideal, others from our group might come to intervene... maybe. But we shouldn't use the window, turning our back to the foe is foolish.
>>44328805 (you)To further explain I want to use Stunning Fist once there is only one left. By the way do we have wisdom bonus AC from monk class?
Rolled 57, 47 = 104 (2d100)>>44328772Last roll
Alright, I'll do a roll off if I can make the dice work.1. Grease the floor, chop chop Darvus2. Barrel through the enemy and get out the front doorIf this works, writing!
Rolled 1 (1d2)>>44329113
>>44329128Danke!Writing!Also, I'm seeing Star Wars tonight. I generally like to end my threads on something cinematic or interesting, but this one will end where it ends. I apologize in advance for that.
>>44329157The new SW is literally a rehash of a new hope
As you unsheathe your saber you use your off hand to Grease the floor under the feet of the lead one. The casting of a spell puts them off guard for a moment, but unfortunately for you they do not lose their footing and maintain their balance.The lead one in front practically leaps at you while pulling out his sword. You thankfully have your shield ready by the time he makes it to you and watch as the metal of his weapon bites into the wooden front of your shield, splinters bursting off where contact has been made. You kick him in the chest and watch as he falls into the grease pile before the next two are able to slink in with their daggers. You go for a slash at one of them, but he backs up enough for his friend to take a stab at you, which you quickly bring your saber back to parry, before pushing the second one backwards with your shield. He rolls over the table in the middle of Darvus's room, but lands on his feet. Darvus is standing up on his bed now and you watch as his form slowly starts to shift to look like your own. Fuck. It's a perfect copy of you, save for the weird claw hands. As you start to head around the side of the table to cut that thing down where it stands the one you pushed over the table throws a chair at you. You knock it aside with your shield as the other one with a dagger rushes you. You thankfully shift yourself enough that the dagger misses the vital area it was aiming for and instead bounces off your breastplate. You slash him across his face with your saber and he recoils away, dropping his dagger and reaching up to his face with his hands, screaming as blood pours from his jaw profusely. He slams into the back wall and slinks to the floor as the one dressed like a guard is finally ready to get back to trying to kill you.>Stay and fight, kill and incapacitate them all>Bail, this is going to go badly>Take out Darvus before escaping>Some other battle plan? (write-in)
>>44329488>>Bail, this is going to go badly Expeditious Retreat or Blurred Movement
>>44329488>Stay and fight, kill and incapacitate them allMaybe funnel them into the doorway, use it as a chokepoint?Wish we had color spray.
>>44329488>Stay and fight, kill and incapacitate them all
>>44329488>>Stay and fight, kill and incapacitate them allSTUNNING FIST!
Alright, writing! Roll me 2d100.First is for attackSecond is for defense.
Rolled 66, 4 = 70 (2d100)>>44329663Dice for the dice gods!
Rolled 7, 19 = 26 (2d100)>>44329663Blegh
>>44329488>Stay and fight, kill and incapacitate them allThey don't seem to be overwhelming us so far. That and we actually need a captive/corpse to examine, and that won't happen if we flee.
Rolled 71, 100 = 171 (2d100)>>44329663
>>44329719Local copycat is fucking invincible
We got three 100s in 17 threads? That's impressive.
No, you can't run from this. These things make it out of here and even if Blackburn believes your story about shapeshifters these things could easily take new forms and hide among the citizenry.You're finishing this in this room. The one dressed as a guard comes at you. You exchange a few strikes, parrying each other's blows.Wait, the fuck am I using a sword for. You chuck that piece of shit at the one crying like a bitch in the fucking corner. It skewers it through the heart as you duck the next blow from the lawman. Crap, this armor shit is stupid. Just slows you down. You start undoing it as you duck and weave the asshole's swings.Nah, other little dagger bitch ain't flanking you today. As you finally get that breastplate off of you, you kick the table and it slides into him, pinning him against the wall for a second. You back up from the guard's next few swings, before throwing the thirty pounds of armor in his face, knocking him off-balance.
The fucker that looks like Alan if Alan was a weird mutant jumps at you ready to swipe you with those claws you generally see on in-bred hillbillies. You take a strong stance and catch him by the arms, bracing against his momentum while pivoting to divert most of it into the fucking bookcase you chuck his ass into. Here comes the guard again. Duck one, duck two. This guy isn't even fucking trying. You grab his arm and break it at the elbow, he drops the sword while he drops to his knees. Donkey punch to the back of his head after the rough fucking you just gave him. And as dagger bitch finally pushes the table away from himself, you slam it back into him. Again. Again. Once more for fun. You pull it back and watch him fall to his hands and knees, vomiting. Then you pick the whole thing up and break it on top of him . You decide the sound of busting something on another person's body has to rank right up there with hearing someone beg for mercy.“W-w-what are you?” Ahhhhhh, there it is. You turn to look at Alan with claws, as he lays there among the scattered books and broken pieces of wood. You laugh as you walk up to him trying to crawl away. You lower your face and look him in the eyes, grabbing him by the head and forcing him to look at you. “Stronger.” You slam his head into the ground. As you wipe the dust off your hands you realize that even when Alan looks terrified and like he's going to piss himself in fear, he still looks pretty cute. Wait, no. No, that's not what you think. You definitely don't think – Oh god that thing is disgusting. The one you skewered has changed into whatever the fuck that is. And the other three are unconscious. One looks exactly like you. You've, uh, got an odd situation on your hand.>What do you do?
>>44330222Gabby personality incoming
>>44330258If they all are unconcious quickly tie them and bring them to Blackburn. Kill any that we can't bring directly with us.
>>44330258Makes sure they are secure, then use a message spell to contact one of our companions, probably kyra
>>44330258>Tie up the ones who still live and take them to Blackburn.>Try to push away your thoughts about how you just thought of "yourself" as cute
>>44330339>Range medium (100 ft. + 10 ft./level)We probably are too far.
Can we use our familiar to bring the message to one of our friends?
Whatever we do we must not take our eyes off them for even a second.
>>44330258>you realize that even when Alan looks terrified and like he's going to piss himself in fear, he still looks pretty cute.My female dom fetishe has being satisfied, Thank you Trick. Also now i'm a Gabby fan.>>44330258>What do you do?Tie then up as they are unconcious. Bring then to Blackburn. Also warm Kyra this is her job too.
>>44330440I wonder if NOT!Alan can copy our copying habilities. Als guys guys!! IF we copy the doppelganger skill we can disquise ourselfs as orcs and infiltrate the orc camp!!!
Today we found out Gabby thinks Alan is cute.
Well, first thing's first. They're unconscious for now, but you don't want to risk anything. You gingerly avoid the blood and vomit, both of which you note possess a greyish-blue hue to them. You tie the last living thief, the guard and, uh, Alan-Darvus up with some rope that was conveniently located in Darvus's shack. You slowly pull your saber out of the dead one and find your armor where it was thrown, putting it back on. You don't feel comfortable leaving any of them unguarded and you don't think you could carry more than one of them. And if you leave one of them alive here, they might even steal the corpse if they escape. You think to yourself. Well, there is Muffin. You pull him out of his satchel and tell him he needs to find the others and bring them back here. You let him go and he glides off. You don't know if that actually worked, but you figure you'll give it half an hour before giving up and coming up with a back-up plan.You carefully watch all three of your prisoners with your sword at the ready. And you definitely aren't cute. Handsome, sure. Because you're brave and attractive. Unlike that copycat. Oh. Well, you're a copycat in a good way. Unlike this creepy jerk. Half an hour passes and you feel like all you did was end up losing your pet flying squirrel. Well, time to come up with something – “ALAN! I'm here to help!” you hear Eve shout as she bounds in through the shack front door you left unlocked, Muffin on her shoulder, hers raised and ready in casting position. “I'll roast anybody . . . who . . .” She looks around the room, before looking at you in shock. “You have an evil twin brother?!” >Wait, what if she's not the real Eve? (write-in a way to make sure!!!)>Eve, watch these guys while I go report to Blackburn>Eve, go get Kyra and tell her to come meet me here. >Eve, go get the rest of the group and tell them to come meet me here>Something else? (write-in)
>>44330718>>Wait, what if she's not the real Eve? (write-in a way to make sure!!!)Ask her what skill did she get when we touched her.>Eve, go get the rest of the group and tell them to come meet me here
>>44330718>Eve, go get the rest of the group and tell them to come meet me here>Also ask eve what the words for the water pitcher were, just as a precaution.
>>44330718>Eve, go get the rest of the group and tell them to come meet me here
>>44330718Also say yes we have evil twin brother, but you can tell the difference because we're more handsome.
>>44330718>>Wait, what if she's not the real Eve? (write-in a way to make sure!!!)Circle handshake!And once/if it's confirmed>Eve, go get the rest of the group and tell them to come meet me here
>>44330832>Circle handshake!I like it. +1
“Wait. Eve. Circle up.” You shoot out your hand and almost immediately Eve's hand meets yours. “Circle up! Can't cage the mage.” She follows up your completed circle by making an L shape with her hand and sticking it forward. You look at her in confusion. She realizes something. “I forgot. So, me and Quissonce came up with the second step to the handshake. We go 'can't cage the mage' and make a rectangle with our hands before blowing it up. Here, I'll show you.” As the two of you coordinate your handshake you come under the distinct impression that Eve is exactly who she says she is.“Alright. Thanks for coming to my aid. Could you get the rest of the group.” Eve salutes. As she goes to walk out the door you stop her. “Hey, um, so you can tell I'm more handsome than my evil twin here, right?” Eve looks at you and laughs. “Of course. One, he has crab claw hands and two, I can tell he's much less charismatic than you are. You're like, ten times handsomer.” “Thanks Eve.” She gives a thumbs up and then exits. As the sun starts to rise, you see her come walking back with the rest of the crew, all save Kyra looking disheveled and like they've been roused from their slumber by an annoying, screeching gnome. As they all enter they see the grey corpse in the corner and have a wide variety of reactions from indifference, to disgust, to 'ewwwwwwwwwwwww'.
Kyra walks over to you and nods to the dead one. “Darvus?” You shake your head and point to the one who looks exactly like you. “They're shape shifters. And it's natural too, not some transmutation spell.” Quissonce, who is kneeling by the corpse looks over to you. “Probably its own unique species then that can do it naturally.”Eve pipes up. “Like dragons can naturally breathe fire without casting any magic.” Quissonce nods. Rowe squats next to the one who looks like you. “Looks like it's perfect too. Impossible to tell the difference.”Dolah laughs as she unslings her lucerne hammer. “I wouldn't say impossible.” She then smashes Gabby over the head. All of you stare in shock for a second as she proceeds to smash her hammer into Gabby's prone body twice more.Rowe talks first. “Dolah, the fuck did you –” she stops as Gabby's corpse slowly oozes into a form very similar to the dead one slumped in the corner. Rowe looks at Dolah. “How did you know?”She laughs. “I didn't.” A pause. “Sarcasm. I told you, Gabby's evil.” She points at the thing she just killed. “That wasn't evil. It also lacked the same . . . charm, Gabby usually showers us with.” Another pause. “That felt very good.” Kyra puts her hand to her jaw. “Was acting strange last night. Got very drunk on seven beers. Forgot seeing Rowe come back. Where's the real one?” Oh. God, she isn't . . .>Go search for Gabby>Make sure the others are who they say they are (write-in how)>Report to Blackburn>Go get some sleep, you're very exhausted>Something else? (write-in)
>>44331634>Go search for Gabby>Report to BlackburnDelegate. Some bring the doppelgangers to Blackburn, some help find Gabby.
>>44331634>>Make sure the others are who they say they are (write-in how)Rowe how was I known in the army? She should answer Red Rider.Dolah and Eve convinced me already. Not sure what to ask Quissonance and Kyra.>>44331676Supporting.
>>44331634>Make sure the others are who they say they areDo a quick test, cut the one that looks like us (or one of the others) and see if its blood is weird like the others, easy way to tell.Sorry, you're probably all.. well you, but its probably better to be thorough. >Report to Blackburn
>tfw I told you guys to punch her and you didn't listenPARANOIA!ONE TIME BEING RIGHT JUSTIFIES EVERYTHING!That being said, Dolah, fuck, girl.
>>44331747Man we are lucky that Gabby didn't change to neutral.
>>44331634Pretty sure Rowe is cool. Her wolf would know the difference.
Writing!And, just to be clear. While both things are going to happen, I want to know which one you want Alan to do.1. Search for Gabby (Dolah, Eve)2. Report to Blackburn (Quissonce, Kyra, Rowe)
>>44331799>>44331769>>44331747Their blood is different, just prick peoples hands or something.
>>44331817>1. Search for Gabby (Dolah, Eve)Even split.
>>44331817>1May as well if blackburn is getting a full report by those three anyway. We re testing our companions first right?
>>44331769...maybe she did but Dolah doesn't know yet and she just assumed.Scary thought.
>>44330718>And you definitely aren't cute. Handsome, sure. Because you're brave and attractive.It'd be funny if he accidentally said that in front of the group
Well, you're fairly confident due to Eve gathering you all here and Dolah killing the thing pretending to be Gabby that the two of them are alright. Kyra, Quissonce and Rowe however . . .“Look, just to be safe, their blood is blueish-grey.” You wipe off your saber of all the blood already on it and use it to prick the arm of the shape shifter that looks like you. You show the blood-covered tip to them. Blueish grey. “Now to show you what I already know.” You take your dagger and prick yourself. You show them the red blood. You look at Rowe. She laughs. “Yeah, I'm not cutting myself. I'll go with the Sif test instead.” She whistles sharply and in walks Sif, padding up to her. She pets him. “Can't duplicate that.” Eve pulls out her claws and stabs herself with them. “See, red blood!” She shows it to you.Quissonce sighs. “The fact that you can grow your claws is proof enough. I doubt they're able to copy that. Likewise, Eve was in my room when your annoying squirrel flew into our window. She has seen me meditating rather than sleeping. I doubt these things can copy that either.”Kyra quickly whips out a dagger and pokes herself, showing you the blood. It's red alright. And Dolah quickly lays her hands upon Kyra's minor wound, healing it up. That ability is also something they probably can't reproduce.Well, with all that out of the way, you can move on sure that your friends aren't secretly some creepy monsters.
“Well, I'm going to go look for Gabby.”Dolah nods. “I'll come with. I have a good chance of locating her.” Eve volunteers to come too. Rowe says she's getting the wheelbarrow and Kyra volunteers to take the other half of the team to report what happened to Blackburn. You spend hours searching around Seaside for Gabby. You check all of her usual haunts and the dirty shack she apparently sleeps in. When all those fail, Dolah leads you around on what seems like a wild goose chase. She says she's just following any evil auras in town. When you end up stumbling on random civilians, you're forced to move on. Huh, not too many 'evil' people in Seaside, but there's a good twenty of them at least.By the time eight in the morning rolls around you're absolutely exhausted. This has been an active day for you. You're getting extremely anxious. It doesn't seem like she's in town. You fear the worst, until Dolah suddenly pings on one more evil presence. You follow it to the edges of the walls of Seaside and sure enough you see what looks like Gabby walking down the street in grass-stained, tattered-looking robes. As she spots you, she looks a little uneasy to see you all. You approach her. “Hey, uh, what's up?” she asks your little group.“Where were you?” Dolah demands. “I was – OUCH! The fuck Eve?” Eve shows you her claws. Red blood. Dolah prevents Gabby from taking a swing at Eve. “I left town last night, alright. I figured I could get some space and maybe find a waterfall. I thought this was a free fucking colony. Do I need to report to Inquisitor Dolah all my vacation times?” >Explain what happened>Ask her if she thinks you're cute>Hug her>Ask her if she's still mad about last night's argument>Go to bed
>>44332388>“Now to show you what I already know.”Now you make me want to watch Kurt Russel movies again.
>>44332441>>Explain what happened
>>44332441>Hug her>Ask her if she's still mad about last night's argument
>>44332441>Explain what happenedThen>Go to bedWe'll get debriefed in 4 hours.
>>44332441>>Explain what happened>Go to bed
>>44332441>Explain what happened>Ask her if she's still mad about last night's argument
“Kyra has been tracking some individuals who were behaving oddly in town. Last night I got roped into helping. I ended up fighting about four of them when I decided to break into the house of one of the suspects. Turns out they were most likely replaced by some weird creatures that have the natural ability to perfectly mimic the appearance of a person. I saw one change to look like me before my very own eyes.” You've all begun walking back into town as you talk. Gabby stops to buy a new robe. “Huh, 2 Als. You think we could get one to replace Dolah for us?” “Har har.” Dolah fake laughs. “After I defeated them and got the rest of the group to show up. Dolah discovered that one was pretending to be you and quickly killed it.”“One was pretending to be me? Shit and I didn't even get a chance to fuck it.” What? Dolah looks just as exasperated and unwilling to ask Gabby to explain further.“. . . Uh, and so we realized it had been pretending to be you since after your stormed away after our . . . conversation. We feared you might have been . . .”“Killed, yeah I got ya. By the way, um, about that argument of ours. I'm sorry. Shit's just been running in my head for a while and I decided to let loose on you. You really didn't deserve that. We cool?” She sticks her hand out to shake with you.>We're cool>We're not coolAND>'Fuck it'?>Do you think I'm cute?>Thank her for her 'help'>Go to bed>Go get your debriefing now
>>44332920>We're cool>Thank her for her 'help'>Go to bed
>>44332920>>We're cool>Do you think I'm cute?
>>44332920>>We're cool>Go to bedFuck I can't resist asking.>Do you think I'm cute?But be sure to ask with a frown
>>44332920>We're cool>'Fuck it'?>Do you think I'm cute?
“We're cool.” You shake Gabby's hand and you see her face lighten up. Your group walks together in silence for a while longer. The urge to pry grows too great for you to contain.“Hey Gabby.” She looks over at you. “Hmm.” You cough. “Um, do you think that I'm cute?” For all her phrases of power and magical aptitude, Quissonce is unable to utter an incantation as powerful as the one you just have. Time freezes and your allies are absolutely halted. Gabby looks at you with an expression that rapidly changes from surprise, to confusion, to disgust to settle firmly back to nonchalance.You hear Eve try to suppress the high-pitched laughter begging to be released from her throat at what you have just said. Dolah's jaw is hanging open. Oh god, you're about to be punched repeatedly, aren't you?Gabby chuckles. “Are you kidding me? Of course. You're adorable.” She slaps you on the ass and gives you a wink before continuing to walk forward. “Well, I'm going to go get piss-drunk. See you losers later.” Eve is now unable to hold it back and bursts into ear-drum rupturing laughter. Dolah's face will most likely live forever in her two palms as you feel the cringe radiate off of her.Eve is now no longer content to just laugh at this moment, but attempts to repeat it. “Hey Do – HAHAHAHAHAHA. Hey Dolah, d'you think – HAHAHAHAHAHA. Do you think that I'm – hahahah. Do you think that I'm cute?” She is now rolling on the ground, kicking her legs in momentary hilarity. Dolah finally takes her face out from her hands. “You now realize why I was certain that was not Gabby, right?”As you blush a deep, deep crimson, you must agree. You watch Gabby stroll away, whistling a tune while she opens the doors to The Sword and Shield and walks on in. You come to a self-evident conclusion.Gabby is one of a kind.>End of ThreadI will most likely run this next time tomorrow or on the Saturday after Christmas. https://twitter.com/TrickQM
>>44333653Great now we became a joke in our group. Totally worth the chuckle I had.
>>44333653That wasn't how I imagined he'd ask.
>>44333757I suppose it was a joke option. I do agree the tone was different from what I expected.
>>44333653I got second hand embarrassment from this.
>>44333653Please explain in the next thread that we ended up letting our copy of Gabby take over the fight and ended up learning that.
>>44334218Can't handle the incoming teasing?I think even if we explain that their still going to poke fun, which is understandable.
>>44333653Thanks for running.
Ay, here's me bumping my own thread.Star Wars 7 was a 6/10. Mediocre.The webms do not lie. The best scene and character is the melee storm trooper.FinnxPoe 4 lyfe.