Wanderin' Rednecks Quest
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Rolled 1 (1d100)
Howdy there boyz, name’s Jebediah an’ I welcome y’all to the Wanderin’ Rednecks Quest! When we last left off our motley crew done gone and gott’n themselves kicked outta Nera due to the teensy tiny issue of blowin’ half o’ the king’s land to kingdom come. In the meantime, the boyz headed’d out east for the dusty dunes’a Taben, where Lord Hichi p’esides o’er the land wit ‘is Order of the Silva Scorpion guardin’ the giant colossi ridin’ cities that dot the landscape. Or sometin’ like that, I dunno, never learnt readin’ good. Short while later the crew ended up at the Cliffside in, hangin’ just offa the aforementioned cliff, and bought themselves a rounda cider an’ got smacked right good across the face by an Amph.
Now, as the sit’iation currently stands, there be a Dorf fella primed to take down Yertu, dignitary o’ them Amph lookin’ folks to win o’er his lover’s partnership, and Fermer Brian an’ MC Hammer are talkin’ seeds and other fermer related thin’s.
Rolled 61 (1d100)
>>145849
That... that's some bad roll...
Let me give ye a hand!
>>145849
Ah should mention to y'all that the reingin' fella, Lord Hichi, 's a bit tough when it comes ta dealin' with internation'l 'sputes. I mean, there be a reason as tah why all'a his citiez are walking aroun' on them colossi o' theirs. An' one o' them e'en flies for Lord's sake! Bu' back to mah point. Hichi keeps 'imself a personal guarda the finest swordy-men this desert 'as to offer, sonsabitches ain't even gotta wear armor, jus' block it all wit their shiny slices an' such. Jus' keep it in mind if/when that rida from Nera gets 'ere.
>>145853
Fermer Brian 'cided it'd be a good idear to be charitable to the needy bah givin' out some rolls, and earned a + 5 bonus to all rolls in this 'ere thread for all part-ay's involved-a.
Rolled 74 (1d100)
Lets help the dorf
>>145886
I'z 'ssumin' yer that Hamma fella from the las' thread.
MC Hamma' sees the Dorf strugglin' up onto the rafters, poised to do a farm style belly flop right down an' onto that multi-colored head o' MerTwo's, and 'cides it'd be a fun idea to go and 'elp him out, even if it means causin' a bit o' public prop-er-tay damage. Gettin' up and away from his pal Fermer Brian, he heads on o'er.
You'da thunk that the guards who're s'posed to be protectin' this royal lizard, er, frog, er, whate'er the fuck it is, would be smarterer then to let some random 'uman dressed up in guard's armor walk on up to their charge an' start chattin' him up. Leanin' down to meet 'im eye to eye, he speaks.
>"Greetings, human. I am Yertu Othnoaganius, Crown Prince of the Diamond Dunes, to what do I owe the pleasure of your company?"
Rolled 62 (1d100)
>>145924
I roll to find where my companions 'ave got to in the bar.
