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Re: RPG 2016: Chill's Crew and the Search for Windbreaker Island
« Reply #90 on: January 30, 2016, 06:36:51 PM »
Heavy metal music reverberating in the background, a head banging mollusk, and mist all around them? This was turning into quite the trip, and maybe those Manilow tickets Arthur had found under the nearby obelisk were unnecessary now. This was one helluva show!

"But the Cap's stuck in the body of that slug?!" Scarlet was dumbstruck. "How could that be? Last time my doohickey went off, it said his spirit was trapped in Valhalla." But then she remembered that technology was of the devil and kindle books were a death to real literature, so of course that couldn't be right.

"OoooOOOOOOooooOOOOOOOoooooooooOOOoOOOoOOOOOooooOOO."

"But wait!" Henry has his dagger out, his body cradled in Conan's large arms. He pointed it at the levitating slug and yelled, "That's not the Cap! That's a doppleganger. Has to be! And the eye -- look at it!"

They all did, even Lanko who could barely keep his eyes open, what with the heart burn and indigestion that Mr. Whiskers was giving him, damn that cat.

"Yes!" JayMack said with glee. And atop one stalk was indeed something interesting. "It's the jewel encrusted Eye of Sauron. It must be one of the seven pieces of eight!"

"But these tickets could very well be--"

"It's mine!" the kingy yelled as he jumped for it.
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Re: RPG 2016: Chill's Crew and the Search for Windbreaker Island
« Reply #91 on: January 30, 2016, 06:53:47 PM »
Fire and shadow engulfed Jaymack. Everyone screamed again.

"Mwahaha! Now I have a body! Finally!" The kingy was sparkling like Edward, grinning madly. "Now I want my ring back!" Sauronmack hopped on the mollusk's shell. "Forward!"

(Very) slowly, it obeyed. Chill stepped forward and emptied the barrels of his Colt.45s. The mollusk retreated into its shell and the bullets ricocheted. Everyone screamed again.

"Hm, ghostly possession, why haven't I thought on that before? OoooOoOoO"

"Wait a second, mollusks aren't supposed to do that," said Chill.

"Must be a special species!" said Leon.

"Lanko, you useless dragon, burn the thing! Fire is super effective against mollusk type poke- I mean, monsters!" said Scarlett.

"I can't right now. Indigestion," replied Lanko. "Wait a second. You and Leon are wizards. Conjure the damn fire!"

Apparently nobody knew Leon's spells were only illusions. Scarlett blushed. "I...I can't conjure fire! It's the only element I can't!"

"Then freeze the damn thing!" said Justin.

"What about Jaymack?" she asked.

"He's lost to us! He is now Sauronmack. Get on with it," said Henry. "That's what you get for not listening to me in my only moment of sanity!"

"All is not lost! I am a priest, guys. I can exorcise Sauron's spirit! But we need to get rid of the mollusk first. And hope Sauronmack doesn't kills us too," said Arthur.

Scarlett sighed. Well, let's hope I don't freeze us too.



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Re: RPG 2016: Chill's Crew and the Search for Windbreaker Island
« Reply #92 on: January 30, 2016, 09:00:31 PM »
"Dad!" Larabeth shouted, pointing at the possessed Jaymack. "Help them!"

Tomas glanced at the mollusk riding possessed Dark Lord and shrugged.

"It's a ghost! You can fight ghosts!"

Tomas rolled his ghostly eyes. And by rolled, we mean he literally popped his eyes out, rolled them across the ground like dice, picked them up, and popped them back in again.

"Pleeeeeeeeease?" Larabeth asked, in her most hopeful voice.

Heaving a silent, ghostly sigh, Tomas set his ghostly jaw and launched himself at the possessed Jaymack. The Dark Lord inside Jaymack swatted at him and missed, being he was a ghost in all. Then Tomas vanished inside Jaymack, and the little king's body froze atop the slug, trembling.

"You!" the Dark Lord shouted using Jaymack's mouth. "You have no place here!" He punched Jaymack in the face with his own right arm.

"A Dark Lord? Really?" Tomas sniped back, using Jaymack's mouth again. "Were they sold out of evil mastermind costumes at Villains R' Us?" And he punched Jaymack in the face with his own left arm.

"Do-gooder!" the Dark Lord shouted back, punching Jaymack in the nose. "You'll never defeat me!"

"You're an amateur," Tomas said, clocking Jaymack in the chin again with his possessed left arm. "Though I will admit, it is kind of fun punching this idiot in the face."

"Dad!" Larabeth shouted, annoyed.

After Tomas and the Dark Lord used Jaymack's arms and fists to finish their fistfight, Jaymack looked liked Rocky at the end of Rocky I. "Adrian!" Jaymack shouted, in his own voice, and then there was a horrific sound as the Dark Lord's ghost and Tomas tumbled out of either side of the little king.

"See!" Larabeth shouted, pleased with her father's ploy. "All they had to do is beat him up until his brain didn't work anymore, and the possessing ghosts left because his face hurt!"

"Great plan!" everyone shouted, except Jaymack, who said "Ow."

As the Dark Lord's ghost scrambled off, Lanko reached out and chomped it. Surprising everyone, it worked. Lanko coughed, working his neck like he was coughing up a hairball, and then spit the piece of eight onto the floor.

"Well!" Larabeth said, beaming at the others. "That worked out splendidly!"
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Re: RPG 2016: Chill's Crew and the Search for Windbreaker Island
« Reply #93 on: January 31, 2016, 08:27:34 AM »
'Meow.' Said Mr Whiskers who had rolled out with the piece of eight.
His hair was bolted up and covered in dragon mucus but otherwise he was fine.

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Re: RPG 2016: Chill's Crew and the Search for Windbreaker Island
« Reply #94 on: February 01, 2016, 01:47:47 AM »
Thanks to the monster's constant "OOOOOoooooooooooooOOOOOOooooooooooo" sound, Lexi had the SpongeBob Squarepants theme stuck in her head.  But maybe that was it.  Maybe to bring the captain back, they had to play a song!  She reached into her bag and pulled out her lithium ion supercharged super awesome freakin' radical music player, downloaded the song (how she downloaded it, she had no idea because she was quite sure there was no reception where they were) and played it for all to hear:

Are you ready kids?
I said, "Are you ready?"
OoooooooOOOOOOoooooooo
Who lives in a pineapple under the sea
SpongeBob SquarePants
Absorbent and yellow and porous is he
SpongeBob SquarePants

If nautical nonsense be something you wish
SpongeBob SquarePants
Then drop on the deck and flop like a fish
SpongeBob SquarePants

SpongeBob SquarePants
SpongeBob SquarePants
SpongeBob SquarePants
SpongeBooooooob SquarePaaaaaaaants


A rumbling shook the ground beneath their feet, a stream of light poured down from above, and heavenly angelic music rang from above!
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Re: RPG 2016: Chill's Crew and the Search for Windbreaker Island
« Reply #95 on: February 01, 2016, 05:36:08 AM »
A mighty wind blew through the caverns sweeping the crew in every direction, some of the crew fell down the chute in the corner, Jaymack, with the eye of Sauron in his pocket, Chill with the other relic we found and I 've forgotten safely in his boot, and Tomas tumbled into a torture chamber where the Hooded Mole Inquisition seemed to be busy.

Both Dragons starts swooping around on the thermals, rushing around the tunnels and carrying Lexi, Leon, and Larabeth along for the ride. Their passengers egged them on until they started playing tag and collided in mid-air above a large pool in one of the caverns.

There they found Oggy, Scarlet, Arthur and Henry who had been swept into the Cavern called Eight-in-a-Circle-at-the-Side and had found it was  a huge scented Jacuzzi and the only water anyone had been near since they began the journey.

Needless to say everyone leaped in skinny dipping or not as they chose.  Oggy did a quick teleport from the wine cellar which was still safely in the munchkin village hall. A cocktail cabinet and a keg appeared near an aimable Aztec Medicine man in an alcove. He was delighted to share a drink and enjoy their company.

He took karaoke requests and you could have whatever you liked as long as it was Queen. We Are The Champions boomed out and everyone agreed that meant them.

 NO MORE PAIN was written all over one wall which made them feel even better.

"That probably means we'll get dragonette massages " Lanko said hopefully. "It's been promises, promises, right from the start, but when do we get results?"

The Aztec medicine man waved his arms and sang "I Need Somebody" to the ceiling and ten delightful dragonettes flew down and started synchronised swimming in the pool.

Smug began to flex his dragon abs. Lanko's eyed popped out and his mouth fell open.

Everyone else heaved a sigh of relief. Now the frisky dragons were distracted they could relax. Lexi called for Mr Jigglypuff and he promise not to shout. Scarlet found the third and fourth books of The F & the F was in one of her pockets and settled down to read. Oggy teleported a giant tray of club sandwiches and crispy fried vegan fritters and Henry and Arthur munched away.

Then another suddenly snuck in and spoiled it all. The Giant Many Horned Mooseey thing at the far end gave out a rooaarr and they noticed it was guarding a small but  rather obviously treasure like casket.

"Not another pesky relic,' sighed Oggy. "Just when it was starting to be fun again. Just pretend it's not there."

"OOOOOOOhooooo Whoooo" wailed Cap's ghost, then noticed the rum."Yo ho ho …………"

"Doom doom doom desperate doom " muttered the DM and helped himself to a pint from the keg.

Mr Whiskers crept quietly back out of the caverns, found a safe sunny corner as far away as he could and went to sleep.
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Re: RPG 2016: Chill's Crew and the Search for Windbreaker Island
« Reply #96 on: February 01, 2016, 08:09:51 PM »
Everyone was too tired to go face the Giant. Also, everyone wanted Oggy's cake, so they all sat in a circle and started eating and drinking. It was a good thing Oggy could teleport food like this. Nobody had thought about supplies before committing to the dungeon.

This was one of the rare moments Jaymack could make fun of the captain. "Mwahaha! What a delicious cake. And chicken. And beer!" said Jaymack, waving all these things in front of the ghost.

Ackbar lamented, his "OoOoOoOoooOO" echoing in a depressing tone.

The Giant couldn't get past his designated raid boss area, and could only watch in envy and sadness while the group of adventurers ate and buffed each other.

Jaymack seemed so alone, despite making fun of the captain. He had had his loyal crew, but nobody was actually fighting to keep Ackbar dead, while the other group was actively trying to revive him.

A squirrel crawled through a hole and approached the group, smelling the food. It went right to Jaymack's shoulder. Lanko and Smug wanted to eat it, but Jaymack shooed the dragons away. The squirrel thanked him and pulled a book out of nowhere, with plenty of information on giants. Apparently he was a magical librarian squirrel. Jaymack wondered if he would keep his new pet or send him away to safety.
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Re: RPG 2016: Chill's Crew and the Search for Windbreaker Island
« Reply #97 on: February 01, 2016, 08:37:34 PM »
Conan and Henry were discussing stat distribution.
As always, the tall barbarian tried to convince Henry to give up on stealth because he was horrible at it anyway. Instead he should just go for the zerker meta like everyone.
Henry pointed out however that he was a master thief, and master thieves went stealth. After all, that was what he RPed.
'And besides.' Henry told him. 'You're the one who invests in charm, which is a useless skill for a barbarian to take. Plus you wear light armour.' He said as he gestured at the flowery dress.
A dark blush crept over Conan's cheeks and he muttered something along the lines of 'There were no flowery patterns in the heavy armour class.'

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Re: RPG 2016: Chill's Crew and the Search for Windbreaker Island
« Reply #98 on: February 06, 2016, 09:39:56 AM »
Jaymack heard strange sounds coming from Mudbath-Six in-a-Circle just above their heads. Conan decided he wanted to get away from Henry, who had offended him with a lack of fashion sense, and followed on behind. At first all they could see was something jumping around in the mud and shouting.

"Stupid replacement for a good all-American escalator, just fall through a hole, no gentle slide, only the vertical drop and then plop!"

More spuddling and an angry red face popped up from the very smelly bubbling mud, spitting it out, but still shouting.

" I wouldn't call it the Continental Hotel, more like the Incontinent Inn. Brochure said home from home comfort, health treatment, spa, haute cuisine, what a load of bollocks……… "

The face's head turned and spotted Jaymack, Conan and Leon who had also been attracted by the racket.

"Don't stand there like stuffed effin' turkeys, get me out, find me a clean bath, where are my clothes? What are you servants waiting for? I'll report you to the management when I can find it. Chop Chop! get a move on!"

No, Guardian Style, I won't remove the exclamation marks.  This is one of those rare times when we use them, this small round rude person is exclamating with nearly every sentence.

Leon gasped in horror and nearly collapsed.

"Have you no idea who you are addressing? Please sir moderate your language and show some respect and a more decorous attitude."And he tutt-tutted to himself with disapproval.

Jaymack drew himself up to his full five foot two and put on his most Kingly Voice. He really enjoyed wearing it and decided he would do so more often.

"I am nobody's servant my man, "said Jaymack in his KV. "I am Black Jaymack, Kong King of the North and here with my Court. These gentlemen are Loyal and Respected Members. Of my Court. Who in the name of the dreaded and dreadful Atku are you?"

"Pshaw, no time for petty Kings, only just tolerate Presidents! I am the renowned Willy Dribbling, how can you not recognise me? I am known far and wide for my in depth literary complete and utter fiction, dissecting and analysing wayward and non-acquiescent terrible towns, vile villages and contumacious countries. Now how do I get clean?"

And so saying he emerged from the mud bath, wearing nothing but grubby red speedos, more usually called budgie smugglers, but in this instance more likely to be sparrow nappies.

They all face palmed and covered their eyes while Conan quickly offered Willy a gingham shirt-waister he carried for emergencies. This was one such with a capital E.

"Hell's teeth and dentures, I think we may be stuck with this nutcase for a while," groaned Jaymack. "Just wait 'til Oggy gets a sight of him. Don't think she'll be impressed and as for Scarlet's reaction….."

They reluctantly escorted mud dripping Willy Dribbling  down to meet the crew.
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Re: RPG 2016: Chill's Crew and the Search for Windbreaker Island
« Reply #99 on: February 07, 2016, 05:36:16 PM »
Suddenly Jaymack froze to the spot. It was happening again. He could hear the rotating blades of helicopters flying over ahead. Vietnamnese hookers calling out, "I love you long time!".  The sweltering heat. The smell of Napalm. And the captain, that damn captain. His body bronze from the sun, shirt unbuttoned and a dog tag hanging from his neck. The captain has a cigarette hanging from his neck and is slapping Jaymack on the shoulder. "I LOVE THE SMELL OF NAPALM IN THE MORNING!" Then reality kicks in and again Jaymack is standing in a tunnel miles under the ground.
"No!" Jaymack screams. "We can't bring the captain back. We just can't! You don't know what it was like. You weren't there!"
He fingers the scar by his naval and grimaces.
The rest of the group are frozen in shock.
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Re: RPG 2016: Chill's Crew and the Search for Windbreaker Island
« Reply #100 on: February 09, 2016, 02:57:11 PM »
They were all Frozen in shock.
Conan was softly singing 'Let it go.' until Henry silenced him.
Then he burst out regardless and swung the Black King of Fantasia along in a dance.

The Cap'n glows white in these crypts tonight
Not a piece of eight to be seen
A kingdom of fantasies
And it looks like you're the king
The Captain is howling like this swirling storm inside
Couldn’t keep it in, Henry knows I’ve tried

Don’t let them in, don’t let them see
Be the good king you always have to be
Conceal, don’t feel, don’t let them know
Well, now they know

Let it go, let it go
Can’t hold it back anymore
Let it go, let it go
Turn away and slam the door
I don’t care what they’re going to say
Let the captain rage on
The sailor speak never bothered me anywaaaay

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Re: RPG 2016: Chill's Crew and the Search for Windbreaker Island
« Reply #101 on: February 09, 2016, 08:59:16 PM »
And of course, that musical interlude was just the tune Cap needed to let himself go from that eternal plane. Or was it? His soul flew at mach speed straight into the body of Mr. Whiskers, and lemme tell you, that cat had a sailor's mouth to begin with. Little ole Captain Hound didn't help the situation either.

"Bloody damn fools, what kind of nonsense is this?"

Henry turned around. "Did you hear that?"

"Hear what?" Willy Dribbling asked from the front. He was still coated in mud, but a vile slime it was indeed. "What did we hear, young Henry?"

"Dammit you loons! Can you not hear me? MEOW! MEOW?!" Mr. Whiskers was going haywire, jumping around and around. "C'MON! I was on my way to mastering that guitar riff up in Valhalla. I was this close, I tell ya. This close."

Closer and closer they went, yes, deep into the munchkin village till the only darkness they could see was the ones in each crew members' pupils. It had been a long journey, a rough one no doubt, and still they had nothing to show. Not even two of the seven pieces of eight were worth this.

They tensed at the arrival of this newcomer.

"Why hello there," Willy proclaimed at the tight knit circle. "I'm so glad to see you lot."

Doc was unshaken. "Who are you?"

"Why, you don't know me? I'm Willy Dribbling, and I have a proposition for you."

The town went silent.

"Why yes, yes I do." A grin curled on his lips. "It's my understanding that you've been trying to resurrect an old friend of your's, eh?"

"I'M RIGHT HERE YA DAFT PARAKEET."

"Shush now kitty cat. No, I've come to offer up my services. That napkin you've been carrying around? It's nothing. Just a stupid piece of parchment, if you will. And the tomb? Vandalized by some teenage punks a while back." He grabbed the paper from Kingy and proceeded to blow his nose on the instructions. The entire group gasped. "But lemme tell you, I do know things. Certain things, such as the dark arts. Such as necromancy."

Lexi shook her head and held Mr. Jiggles. Larabeth took a step back and swooned into the wings of Lanko. Arthur crossed his chest with the symbol of Velma, hallowed be Her name. But Scarlet, she was the one that winced and said, "Why should we trust you?"

At this, the muddy man clasped his hands in front. "Because, dearie, you want to save your father and you have no clue how. You're desperate, and I can show you the world."

Nobody said a thing, not one word. Only sound that came from the town was Doc cocking his revolver at the fat man.

They stood there for a quite a while, neither talking, neither budging, just thinking and thinking about what to do.

That is, until Murdock scooted over beside Mr. Whiskers and started playing around. Cap didn't much like that.

At that, though, Doc lowered his pistol, reluctantly, and slowly, and nodded. "Show us what you got."

They were more desperate than you can believe.

TO BE CONTINUED
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Re: RPG 2016: Chill's Crew and the Search for Windbreaker Island
« Reply #102 on: February 17, 2016, 07:27:12 PM »
A group of humanoid wolf creatures watched the group from a distance. Quite a few of them appeared to have pink bows in their fur.
"Oooohhh what a fabulous group of adventurers. Shame we'll have to massacre them in their next adventure," lisped the leader.
"Not with that tatty pink bow will you, you big silly," said his friend who was nuzzling up against him. "And we'll have to get them before the homolions."
"Those big noble sillies! Too busy combing their manes!" giggled the leader.
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