Chapter IV
For whom the bell gnolls
Incoming data packet from Primary Node
Downloading packet…
: A viable specimen has been identified. Sending personality template.
Downloading clevelandmarkblakemore.txt…
: Analyzing personality template. Assigning attributes. Resuming simulation…
Truly an ubermensch stat roll.
Considering his stat priority was CON>WIS Cleve barely meets the minimum WIS requirement for a druid
: Greetings inferior beings. I am Cleveland Mark Blakemore, the pinnacle of natural evolution and *the* Golden Retriever trivia expert. You may now proceed to bask in my wisdom and superiority.
: BRO, SHUT THE FUCK UP.
: Ah! I see you have a rather fine specimen of a manboon that is trailing you around. You even taught it how to speak, how cute.
: Herr Blakemore, while zis is indeed a specimen of an untermensch I have been told he is rather useful ja. Vee will need him if zee Reich is to acquire the ultimate occult knowledge.
: IF WE DIDN’T NEED A CLERIC BRO, I WOULD INTRODUCE YOU TO MY BROHAMMER.
: Stop fighting, embrace friendship! The children of the world depend on you! They are our future.
: We have no future. Unless my genius stops them upcoming congoid buttsex apocalypse all will be doomed.
: If that is the case, then we must depart for the evil place!
: I’m nearly naked, can we get some proper gear first?
: Ja, some new gear would be wunderbar meine freunde. Who know vat untermensch and zionists vill attempt to stop our glorious Aryan quest.
After the newest bunch of codexian cannon fodder gets equipped, the party heads out to the moathouse. The journey is uneventful to say the least.
: Reptiles? They are no match for the wit of the fox.
: THE LIZARD GOT WHACKED BROS.
Loot is removed from the lizard’s chest’s inventory.
: Lizards guarding chests. What is the logic behind this. Does not compute.
Initiating anti-logical paradox countermeasures…
Done! Resuming simulation.
: Damn it! That hurts!
: Out of all the fighters in the world ours has to be the biggest pussy. Stop crying and kill it you philistine!
: You just got outfoxed bloodsucker.
After vanquishing the tick of doom and ice cold blood reptile the party heads downstairs.
: Zee undead, I shall study them in detail. The powers that animate them may one day be used to crush the communist and zionist plague.
: BRO, YOU ARE FUCKING CREEPING ME OUT WITH YOUR NAZI SHIT.
: You shall fear the pureblood Aryans, undead untermensch!
Strangelove’s turn undead succeeds in repelling two zombies.
: EWWW! It’s all slimy and gooey!
: Untermensch filth! I shall slay you.
10 points of damage! Strangelove is
Oh ffs BLOBERT
If that zombie could feel pain, it would start crying from the massive damage Random inflicted upon it with that attack
: I have exterminate zee untermensch filth. Clearly it is no match for the Fuhrer’s finest.
: I’ll kill them all!
: They are already dead, but I guess the concept of undeath is alien to such an ignorant savage like you.
Random is dishing out a ton of damage
Running Fox and Strangelove slay another slime.
While BLOBERT keeps missing stuff Random vanquishes more of the undead.
: You shall kneel before your teutonic masters undead schweinhunde!
Once again Random delivers the
BLOBERT fails to hit anything. Renegen took a hit but he’s still alive.
: YOU’RE GOING TO GET WHACKED BRO.
BLOBERT murders two zombies in one turn. Too bad he doesn’t have greater cleave.
Finally the last zombie is slain by Random.
The party decides to take a rest at the former spider-chest tower. Random catches filth fever but he’s too much of an ubermensch to let some shitty disease like that incapacitate him.
Upon returning to the zombie chamber the codexians find a few zombies which avoided death for some reason.
They’re easily defeated.
: More undead untermensch!
A secret chamber with Ghouls is discovered. Only
three four of them, how hard can it be?
: I.. CAN’T… MOVE…
: Mr. BLOBERT what is wrong?
I forgot the undead faggots can paralyze their enemies! Both BLOBERT and Random are paralyzed.
: I summon forth the grease of friendship!
: The grease of friendship? *sigh*
Well grease helps as two of the ghouls trip. Those assholes have 3 attacks IIRC which combined with their on-hit chance to paralyze makes them a bitch to fight.
Renegen gets one with a magic missile while jimbob gets the other ghoul. Only two are left.
Strangelove smacks one of the remaining ghouls with his teutonic mace for 10 points of damage. The creature never stood a chance
: Time to pay you back for paralyzing me scumbag!
Random murders the last ghoul, the party rejoices.
After looting some valuables left in a pit near where the ghouls were, the party heals at the tower and continues to explore the moathouse.
Gnolls? How hard can it be…
Oh shi…
Party annihilation count: 6 – death by gnolls
: Reloading…
Party annihilation count: 7 – fucking gnolls man
: Watch as the congoid dog-spawn fails to avoid the slippery obstacle. Their ignorance and inferiority dooms them. The neanderthal bloodline shall reign supreme.
This time I use grease to start this fight, it would have been a lot easier if Black Cat was still alive. Sleep would make this fight easy as hell.
: Silly manboon, do you… think… a mere… wound like that… will…
: Hopefully that will shut him up for good. If he would mention something about golden retrievers one more time I would kill him myself.
Cleve’s titanium bones are no match for 17 points of damage.
BLOBERT whacks a gnoll for some decent damage. Outside of Cleve most party members are well. Running Fox and Strangelove got hit but they’re still conscious.
Jimbob casts Tasha’s hideous laughter but the gnoll has more willpower than one might expect.
: My legacy shall… not… be…
: Actually it will be forgotten. When I achieve ultimate god-like power, I will erase any knowledge of Cleveland Mark Blakemore from existence.
RIP Cleve, you were useless and had shitty stats, but you sure did know a lot about cloning cheetahs.
: I… can see… the great Aryan… lebensraum in the sky… it is wunderbar! Mein Fuhrer… I’m…
RIP Strangelove, you were the most awesome of Clerics.
Also BLOBERT got hit for 15 damage
Good thing he has massive constitution.
: Impossible! How… could you… hit me…
Our foxy rogue got seriously injured!
: These fools keep dropping like flies. Don’t they know how hard it is to get new *proper* meat-shields?
RIP Running Fox, your backstabbing ways will be missed.
: Nobody kills my nazi friends and gets away with it gnoll!
: BROS, I WILL POP THESE GNOLLS.
: BROS DON’T CRITICALY HIT BROS… IN COLD BLOOD… BRO…
RIP BLOBERT, you missed way more often than you should but when you hit motherfuckers knew why they shouldn’t mess with you.
: That kind of… hurts…
: Do not die now, you can slaughter it like a cow!
: God your rhymes are awful bard…
RIP Random, for a level 1 fighter you kept bringing in more
than BLOBERT
Now I have 2 bards with ranged weapons and one sorcerer against 2 gnolls.
I think Rolly Polly took care of that one gnoll, but combat didn’t end as there was another one around. It is located shortly afterwards.
: But… the rainbows and children… they need my songs…
RIP Rolly Polly in Copacabana, your cheerful days of song and murder have come to an untimely end.
: [maniacal laughter] I’m still alive and more powerful than ever!
Jimbob kills the last gnoll, the remaining two survivors hit level 3. It looks like we have 6 free party slots
Renegen learns sleep because we fucking need it.
Jimbob learns grease.
: Pause simulation. Request input from primary Node.
Simulation paused.
We have 6 empty slots including 2 SPESHUL ones. So vote for 2 SPESHUL codexers to fill in the empty spots. Naturally vote only for those who did were not yet in the prestigious codexian party.