Sunday, July 29, 2018

'Yon of Ofaz Session #3

Blorgs serving Slorggs:


As the storm outside becomes more intense, the players scuttle into the Blorg homestead, all 12 x 10 square feet of it. The Blorgs are terrifically poor and their sole (or soul) possession (a chip of bone) rests in a place of honor. A white chalk line separates the hovel in half, Muk stands on one side, Dorta on the other. Zlog is in the middle. It’s kinda uncomfortable, both persona space wise and in terms of conversation. Nobodies talks, until Dorta admonishes Muk to heat up some Slorgg stew. When the lid is lifted from the pot, the stench crystals which collect in the nasal passages twist like a quail feather gripped by a mad terrorist. Aromatic pressure imbalances within the eyes cause those failing SNC's to teeter. It's a good stew, seasoned with two Korn kernels. It takes a while for the underlying smell of the abode to return (sweat and a hint of cinnamon). Outside the 100 foot diameter plasmatic balls of chain lightning diminish and fade after a handful of deca-nutas.

Dorta & Muk Blorg
During this calm, Dorta and the Zlog sense that their mud pit of prize winning Slorggs is being menaced from local predators riled up by the storm. All three Blorgs race from the homestead to deal with the issue before the next phase of the storm resumes after a secretive Crypt Lord roll of the dice.  DurBurDuke decides to stay behind and reaches into his Schwartzer Mind Shack to retrieve his faithful slave servant creation Squire. The rest of the troupe and the robut follow close on the heels of the Blorgs as they trot down the meandering lane in the eerie silence towards the mud pit.

"Squire"
The bulk of the troupe, Olga, Oda, Chris-Tle, Fred and the robut Squire hurry down the lane of the Blorg homestead and after nearly a deca-nuta reach the mud pit. The Blorgs stand at the edge, attempting to shoo away two 25 foot long Frill Scorpions who are intent on rooting through the muck to slurp up Slorggs. Even though the creepazoids are ignoring the troupe, they decide to attack these predators. The Blorgs step back in horror while the players advance. They soon learn that the magically enhanced frontal frill of the monsters render them virtually impossible to damage.  One of the two beasts is dispatched, but not before Fred is taken out. Two of the party decide to run away to “fight another day” (note, the Blorgs are already long gone) while Oda and Squire stay to fight. Oda figures out that he can hurl Squire like a grenade at the beasts, using this fighting style they confront the creepazoid head on. It doesn’t take but a few na-nutas for the the hero's to get wiped out.

The Blorgs, Olga and Crys-Tle arrive back at the hovel, DurBurDuke decides to use one of his unfinished inventions from his Mind Shack inventory to save his comrades expiring in the mud. As he uses his rocket boots and gloves to rocket the half mile, he notices that the calm seems to be giving way to the next phase of the storm….the bowling ball sized rain. After much struggling, DurBurDuke revives his slave robut and the Frill Scorpians retreat to avoid the rainstorm. He lashes the defunct terracotta warrior to his kragg board and propels himself back to the homestead using the rockets in his boots and gloves. As the bowling ball sized rain starts to tear up the landscape, DurBurDuke decides it's better to be a hero rather than be practical and runs the gauntlet of Nimbality checks in order to get back to shelter. Its a near thing. When he arrives he finds that the door to the homestead is barred and the muffled voice of Dorta tells him to scram. Not to be deterred he pulls a claw contraption from his Mind Shack and rips the door open. He goes inside, Dorta leaves the hovel in a huff and disappears into the deadly storm. As the massive drops of liquid death pummel the landscape our troupe wonders what their fate will be...

Until next time...

The Quiz

The answers


Typical quote:
DurBurDuke: "This is why I invent people...to be fond of me".
Oda: "I am not fond of you".

Another thing:
I really like a game system that allows for a ? to be put on the line for sex.


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