Oh you think you can just spend skills wherever? Think again, this is FATAL bitch. You need to roll more. Check out that rule about occupational skills.
But if you want to take 50% of your maximum skills and just put 50% into your occupational skills, the book says I can allow that, so I will.
No, combat's over, I think Dynastia is just going to hit someone because he can. Technically, this party shouldn't even be possible. A human and a bugbear should pretty much fight to the death on sight, but I'm trying to ignore that. FATAL actually has rules for racism (check page 35.)
Glaukon, disliking the growing fire and seeing his opponent killed before him, wanders out of the place and jumps on his cart, wondering if the kobold has a whipping fetish.
Glaukon climbs off his cart and helps drag the corpses onto Sybil's cart, making off-colour jokes about well-done meat. He checks for anything useful on the corpses, now that the kobold has claimed the whip.
ADF had a full suit of low quality leather bondage gear (counts as leather armor,) including a gimp mask (penalty to all checks related to senses.) The final blow really messed up the torso portion though. It could probably be repaired, but it might never be as structurally sound as it was before. All of the other pieces, such as the greaves and leg pieces are fine.
Kylie had a wheelchair powered by dark magic and a set of standard clothes, plus a hat.
The dead patrons and staff have standard clothing (although much of it is damaged,) and many of them have some small amount of money on their person or some weapons such as cheap daggers.
You're too stupid to know any languages but Kobold. Also, you're illiterate. None of the townsfolk understand what's going on, but they do see a kobold stacking up their friends and family on a cart. They do understand sybil though. They're beginning to get anxious. There's some murmuring coming from them.
"Heh heh, well if you, like, are, I'm having it too, and it's pretty fucking cool. Look, I got a free barrel of mead. I basically scored."
Beavis wanders out of the burning inn, oblivious to his burnt hair. He offers everyone a drink of mead.
No, but this is fatal, so you'll probably rape someone. In fatal, basically every place of business (except for stores, oddly) is a front for a brothel. You know how I said earlier in the thread that universities are fronts for brothels? That wasn't a joke, that was fucking canon.
Obsert the Human takes a pint and chugs it on his way to the bath.
"Aye, thanksh for the drink. Much appreciated, bugbear..."
YES I SPELLED THAT CORRECTLY
Ok, so first we check the chart on page 60. It says that for someone of your weight, 1 drink of mead can get you "buzzed." Next, we check the chart on page 61 and see that a male human needs a roll of 17 everytime they take a drink that could get them buzzed. We roll 3d10 and get 17. Then, we subtract 3 due to your Physique: Health, giving you a 14. You are now buzzed. Buzzed characters get -5% Agility, -10% Reaction Speed, -5% Enunciation, and -5% Common Sense.
The bathouse is about 5 minutes away. You reach it and are now separated from the others. It's one bronze for admission, one for a personal attendant, and one more for a whore (who won't actually have sex with you.)
You drink 1 mead and immediately move to Vomiting status. Because of the way the rules are written, the effects of being buzzed and drunk are not cumulative with vomiting. You now have -30% to Hand-Eye Coordination and Agility, -40% to Reaction Speed and Enunciation, -50% to Intuition, and -25% to Common Sense. Also, everyone can smell the alcohol on you.
Depending on how you read the rules, the negative effects of alcohol consumption either never go away or immediately dissipate after an hour. I'm going to go with the latter.
"Wonderful. Was gonna get one meself but the place was on fire." He fills his tankard with mead, chugging it down in a single gulp. "Your name's Beavis, right?"
Well, given Glaukon speaks...Troll? And that's about it..he's just going along with what he can pick up from people's gestures and actions. His jokes about corpses and well-done steak probably fly over everyone's head unless they also speak troll.
>He looks over at the chimping kobold and turns back to his manhandling of the broken corpses of the lolcows given she might be either praying or singing for all he knows.
[Gregek Kuruhuluret disregards the fallen chambermaid and strolls up to Beavis since he's the only other person here who can speak the same language as him]
I wish there weren't so many people standing about gawking at this fire so I could start taking some slaves. Anyway I'll have a bit of that mead, I suppose. Also what the fuck is up with that Kobold screeching at everyone?
[Gregek Kuruhuluret also looks through ADFs corpse for any usable items, hoping some of ADFs fat fuck armor will fit him]
You're too heavy for one drink of mead to affect you. However, you are actually smart enough that you could potentially know a foreign language if you invested in the skill.
Sybil gives Glaukon a thumbs up as a gesture of thanks for manhandling the corpses. She decides he seems useful for a troll. She then glaces at the Kobold chimping out and attempts to spit at her. "Fucking Kobold scum."
(edit ; I was wrong about fulcrum's affecting chance to hit, they only affect your queue in the initiative roll which we're not doing anyway, thank god.)
(edit ; best I can figure Sybil's CA is 10 (base human) + 0 (no armor) + 0 (no agility bonus)
But... if I hit her in the foot she gets +5 subdual CAS for her shoes... jesus fuck this is a mess of a game.
Okay unless I'm wrong 10 was the roll to beat unless I hit her in the feet when it's 15 so no matter what I hit her.)
Hold up a minute I'm trying to figure out spitting. So I roll 3d10 get 23. Ok that's substantial saliva at 6 feet not quite a lugee but I'll take it.
But wait I need to use enunciation as a modifier and I have -34. It would seem I am physically incapable of spitting.
Ok, so we take your intelligence (49) and compare it to the lowest score you could have to be considered "slow", which is 71. Now we subtract that from your actual intelligence and get 22. 22*3=66. There's a 66 chance that you get retard strength. I roll 1d100 and get 50. Congratulations, you have retard strength! Your strength goes up by 2d10%. You now have a strength of 26, so your skill modifier and damage are now -50 and you can dead lift a whopping 43 lbs.
Put all your skillpoints in Autism, eh?
EDIT: Ok so apparently subterannean trolls have a huge range (0-80 int) for being Exceptional Individuals, and therefore Glaukon is retarded, and may also have tardroid strength
Same math as above. You can now increase your strength score by 8%.
By the way, you all advance a level and get 1d10 skill points, but you can only invest them in your occupation's skills. You can also change occupations any time with essentially no penalty, so really, you can pretty much just spend them on whatever. I'm pretty sure that every skill is an occupation skill for at least one occupation.
The bathouse is about 5 minutes away. You reach it and are now separated from the others. It's one bronze for admission, one for a personal attendant, and one more for a whore (who won't actually have sex with you.)
Alright guys, I'm gonna stop updating the thread until the 26th, so that people choosing not to participate because of Christmas can enjoy it and not come back and find that they've been raped and murdered or whatever.
Have you added your starting skill points in yet? The amount you get is based on your race and your age. Check the rulebook, page 316 to see what to roll.
Like Jim said, since your category on that skill point table is 1d6-1 per year... basically roll xd6-x, where x is your characters agree in years (eg if you're 10, roll d6 10 times and then subtract 10 from the total). Then add 1d10 points for levelling up.
Alright guys, I'm gonna stop updating the thread until the 26th, so that people choosing not to participate because of Christmas can enjoy it and not come back and find that they've been raped and murdered or whatever.
I might not be able to respond in a timely manner for a couple of days. Next combat after Dynastia whipping me have Sybil make all 6 brawl attacks a round at the enemy.
Alright, after about five minutes, you arrive at the river. From your vantage point, you can still see the tavern where everyone else is. You can easily duck out of sight when you actually begin to bathe, although public nudity is somehow not a crime in fatal world.
I might not be able to respond in a timely manner for a couple of days. Next combat after Dynastia whipping me have Sybil make all 6 brawl attacks a round at the enemy.
Unless I'm reading something wrong, you only get 2 brawl attacks a round.
Anyway, I assume you meant to attack Dynastia, right? If so, I've written up the post for what happens, but otherwise, I'll wait while we get other people's actions and have you attack any enemies that show up.
Levelling up is beyond retarded and you only get to do it by completing 'occupational tasks', so a soapmaker has to make bars of soap to level, a whore has to suck troll dongs. It's also insanely unbalanced, with some professions needing like 200 years of daily work to gain a level. It's p funny. Only fighting-type occupations should gain a level from battle so I'm going to stay lvl1.
For my turn I'm going to incite a race war in the Kobold tongue and try to incite the bugbears into killing all humans, in the hopes that the troll or w/e it is sees us killing all humans and joins in on our side. My average speech rate is 140-200 and my maximum is 240 so I'm gonna assume I'm speaking briskly (inciting race wars is generally a passionate subject) and say I'm speaking 200 words a minute (3.3 recurring per second), so during my next 3 second battle turn I'll say this.
"Bugbear friends, race war now! Race war good! Kill humans!"
Glaukon the troll just ignores the screeching kobold and ensuing brawl and stands well out of the way, but not before nicking Kylie's hat and stuffing it on his head.
"Heh heh, dude, like, tge little spastic thing is whipping that guy. That's cool!"
Beavis the Bugbear ignores the cries for a race war in order to watch the Kebold and the other guy fight each other, and to look around for scattered goods to steal.
