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Alright, this is my first post and I don't use reddit that much so gimme a minute.
My dnd group and i were growing bored of dnd and wanted to try new mechanics so we switched to Savage Worlds.
The world we are set in is a post-apocalyptic wasteland in which some sort of arcane/nuclear fuckery splice every land mass together in some sort of Frankenstein Pangaea. Kansas could be 10 steps from Alaska and the Eiffel Tower could be inside a McDonald's play place, but nobody knows how long the world has been like this and nobody knows what happened nor do they know how long it has been. There are walled cities around the world to protect from all the fallout freaks beyond. My character, Mouse (Michael Keyes) and Mule (Alex Burloff) live in a frozen fuckhole that is basically a massive russian commune city. we meet and partner up after becoming local police. ok, story can start now.
So Mouse and Mule were characters a friend and I accidentally made work perfectly together with no idea what kinda character the other was making. I basically made Mouse to be like a Roy Mustang-Nathan Fillion combo who was a small middle child of 8. Constantly bluffed my way through combat and standoffs with a lethal throwing weapon stat if it got to be too much. My friend made Mule to be Louis Armstrong with a rich boi background and a nicotine addiction (he's like 7'6 which is super tall compared to everyone else because food is hard to come by so everyone else is like 5'4-5'7). Fun was had with this coincidence alone.
Our first few months on parole, we come across a well known ne'er do well named Viddy selling junk at a marketplace and call him on the usual "I'm clean! Honest!" line. I bluffed him saying if I found a gun under his stand, I'd blast his kneecap with it. He freaks out, flips the table, and starts to run. Both Mule and I begin to lose him in the crowd, but Mule lands several exploding dice (kinda like a nat 20 for SW) trying to shoot a rope holding a rug and catches Viddy with it. Support arrives and fence off an area to keep out the gathering crowd.
While standing around waiting for a car to pick us up, we spot a small figure inching towards Viddy who is bound and cuffed at this point. Mule spots the figure and attempts to "hide among the crowd." It was a good idea to try to sneak closer to the guy, but it's pretty difficult to do so when you are a whole foot taller and wider than everyone else. the person pockets something from Viddy and the chase is on.
Now, I built Mouse for speed, agility, and bluffing the shit out of any scenario. I have a pace of 8 1d10 while running which is basically a speed of 45 in DND. I sonic spin ball right up to the specter and grapple them immediately. Sadly, Mule had a rather disgusting run roll that made the same distance. The only difference, he went for a charge and weighs at least 340 pounds. After resetting every socket in my body, We capture the fiend and find out it is a very thin, but absurdly toned and scarred teen girl. we check her for what she took from Viddy and find out she took 100 counterfeit ration cards which are obviously illegal, but of a quality far beyond what either thugs were likely to get their hands on under normal circumstances.
We returned to Viddy who was still being held by the other officers who acted less thuggish than usual. not long after, we find out our lieutenant arrived and we give him the rundown. At the time, our DM forgot to give him a name so I decided to name him Spotsky...(don't make me explain it). We tell him about the cards and he asks for them. After we hand them to him, he says, "What cards?" what a douche. I ask for recognition and he asks for what. I say, "Wouldn't want the Captain to know about missing evidence." Asshole gives me and Mule 2 months shitter duty... mega douche.
we time skip while this happens and I spend most of my time honing knife chucking skills at a picture Mouse drew of Spotsky. Mule, however, gets the idea that going around without a partner would work out well. He gets ganked by like 5 dudes and gets a permanent injury to the knee and is nearly put in a coma.
There's like 2 or 3 more parts to this if anyone's interested. some of it is fudged in like names of npc's because I had forgotten my notes sheet a couple times and it's been over a year and a half since we played this campaign.
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