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File: 1346195305999 ipg-(12 KB, 360x360, Door.jpg) Anonymous 08/28/12(Tue)19:08 No.20512042 > Be gangly-limbed teenage blacksmith > Sweet on a blond-haired neighbor gil > Takes years, but as you enter your early twenties she finally accepts your proposal and you become engaged > Days later, the Oracle of the Azure Orb comes to your tiny village and informs her that she is the Chosen One, destined to wield the Blade of Eternal Endings and bring peace for ten generations, and must leave on an adventure with a ragtag bunch of misfits to save the world from an Ancient Evil > You offer to come, you're pretty good with a hammer, but he tells you that your place is here, forging for her the Ultimate Armor > You hear rumors of her adventures in far off lands, fighting the unbeatable foes, bearing the unbearable sorrows, and running where the brave dare not go > She defeats the Ancient Evil without your help > Spend all of your money to go to the capital and see her during her Victory Parade > The king announces that she'll be marrying one of her sidekicks, a bumbling wizard, he's so wacky, and that the two of them will succeed him on the throne > She looks across the crowd and your eves meet > She doesn't even recognize vou > Go home and marry the overweight redheaded daughter of a baker, who loves you but you do not love her back > Die of gangrene at 35, the last thing you see is the armor your beloved never needed Peasant General. Discuss being peasants, my fellow commoners

File: 1346195305999 ipg-(12 KB, 360x360, Door.jpg) Anonymous 08/28/12(Tue)19:08 No.20512042 > Be gangly-limbed teenage blacksmith > Sweet on a blond-haired neighbor gil > Takes years, but as you enter your early twenties she finally accepts your proposal and you become engaged > Days later, the Oracle of the Azure Orb comes to your tiny village and informs her that she is the Chosen One, destined to wield the Blade of Eternal Endings and bring peace for ten generations, and must leave on an adventure with a ragtag bunch of misfits to save the world from an Ancient Evil > You offer to come, you're pretty good with a hammer, but he tells you that your place is here, forging for her the Ultimate Armor > You hear rumors of her adventures in far off lands, fighting the unbeatable foes, bearing the unbearable sorrows, and running where the brave dare not go > She defeats the Ancient Evil without your help > Spend all of your money to go to the capital and see her during her Victory Parade > The king announces that she'll be marrying one of her sidekicks, a bumbling wizard, he's so wacky, and that the two of them will succeed him on the throne > She looks across the crowd and your eves meet > She doesn't even recognize vou > Go home and marry the overweight redheaded daughter of a baker, who loves you but you do not love her back > Die of gangrene at 35, the last thing you see is the armor your beloved never needed Peasant General. Discuss being peasants, my fellow commoners

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El Anonymous 02/27/11 (Sun)01:34 No. 14058910 Θ >Walking home from party late one evening >Several guys were following me, as my drunk ass managed to piss them off by existing >Try to walk faster, to no avail, as I'm drunk as s--- >Catch me in some random college student neighborhood >Oh s---, my ass is about to be beaten >Still in talking phase >Lights fick on in the house >Three guys in full musketeer garb walk out >Leader is some blond guy with a beard, eyepatch, and some weird-ass accent >"What sort of ruffians would be accosting someone outside our residence? Stand and deliver!" >Guys start yelling at them to f--- off, that I deserved to get my ass beaten >Very well, then. Draw steel, you blackguard!" >All three of them draw rapiers on their belts >Guys run >"1 know not why those foul men sought your harm, but come and tell us the tale, stranger!" >Spend remainder of evening drinking mulled wine with lunatics >Bunch of Swedish re-enactors live there >Blond guy is actually missing an eye; lost it in a machine shop accident >Stagger home completely drunk with a hat I have no idea people like that existed. Or had the money to rent a house. □ SothlknPhGLZt6gr 02/27/11(Sun)01:36 No.14058930曰 F------ EPIC > D Anonymous 02/27/11 (Sun)01:41 No. 140589829 u14016210 THIS A THOUSAND TIMES THIS

El Anonymous 02/27/11 (Sun)01:34 No. 14058910 Θ >Walking home from party late one evening >Several guys were following me, as my drunk ass managed to piss them off by existing >Try to walk faster, to no avail, as I'm drunk as s--- >Catch me in some random college student neighborhood >Oh s---, my ass is about to be beaten >Still in talking phase >Lights fick on in the house >Three guys in full musketeer garb walk out >Leader is some blond guy with a beard, eyepatch, and some weird-ass accent >"What sort of ruffians would be accosting someone outside our residence? Stand and deliver!" >Guys start yelling at them to f--- off, that I deserved to get my ass beaten >Very well, then. Draw steel, you blackguard!" >All three of them draw rapiers on their belts >Guys run >"1 know not why those foul men sought your harm, but come and tell us the tale, stranger!" >Spend remainder of evening drinking mulled wine with lunatics >Bunch of Swedish re-enactors live there >Blond guy is actually missing an eye; lost it in a machine shop accident >Stagger home completely drunk with a hat I have no idea people like that existed. Or had the money to rent a house. □ SothlknPhGLZt6gr 02/27/11(Sun)01:36 No.14058930曰 F------ EPIC > D Anonymous 02/27/11 (Sun)01:41 No. 140589829 u14016210 THIS A THOUSAND TIMES THIS

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Anonymous 12/08/11(Thu)21:41 No.17150199 >GM runs D20 40K game >l make priest, using the Wisdom class >Start off in a monestary on an Imperial world in the capital. >World is attacked by Tyrannids >Genestealers in the Church >My character escaped by the roof, having no points in climb. >As I'm walking across a beam in the Ceilling, a Genestealer goes to climb up onto the beam. >My character who has a minus to attack uses his hand flamer, Genestealer fails its climb roll and falls to its death after its head is set on fire. >End up being enlisted into the Imperial Guard when I escape the monestary >Get a flamer >Go bug hunting. >Ends with planet being exterminatus'd >End up on ship in space. >A few adventures later my character is still pure Wis since I'm a tool. >Ship goes through warp. >GM rolls random encounter >Chaos Space Marine attack. >In the Warp. >Oh s---. >End up being almost killed by CSM, go to -8, it'd take me 8 days at my natural healing rate to get back, I'd start starving at 2 >GM says game is over, I ask to roll with my s----- FORT score. >Why not. >Survive by sheer balls and lucky rolls. >End up riding about the Chaos infested ship in a rigged up Leman Russ, disabling it to stop the CSM running an Imperial Blockade with it >Commit one man Gurilla warfare on CSM forces for several weeks >Level up to bad ass tier Anonymous 12/08/11(Thu)21:46 No.17150263 17150199 >End up a scarred mess with a bionic eye I had to put in myself after digging it out the skull of a rotting Tech priests corpse >Now using weapons and armour that I made myself as I refuse to use any weapon of Chaos that I havn't first cleansed >Find out one of those Berserker assassins was on board; drop it into the heart of their HQ by the vents, it explodes and takes out a Defiler they had onboard and some other shinannigans that slowed them down, stopped them repairing the ship and generally held them up. >After several weeks missing, GM starts rolling luck rolls for someone in the Emperium noticing an entire army and its ship going missing >Get Lucky >Marines arrive >Purge the place with fire and Space Marine-ness. >My character is taken alive as he's still got his IG uniform and they first meet him when he sets up a Kill zone on a corridor that was about to be filled with Heritics that'd cut them off from their objective >Spend a session just being transported with the Space Marines; pretty apparent they're taking me somewhere, my character manages to get a shave, a change of clothing, to a new IG uniform and prays every day to the Emprah for the salvation the Marines brought from the horrors of the warp. >End up in a dark cell, waiting for the inevitable as theres no one to prove I'm not a heretic. >Still, I fought for the Emperor as no man before me and have given all myself to him. >Someone enters Anonymous 12/08/11(Thu)21:48 No.17150277 P> >Can't see them properly because they're silhoutted against the light, obviously someone in power armour, a marine most likely sYou have been charged of Heresy, no servant of the Emperor could have survived in those conditions; how do you plead. Your sentence is to be Archoflagellation, carried out in the morning." >"If I die, I die for the Emperor." >Spend the night in the cell, don't plead for mercy, I spent the night silent, and in the morning dilligently carry out my morning Prayer to the Emperor. >Mysterious figure returns >Holds out a deck of cards >Draw three >Make a luck rolls >Get a 20 on the roll, use an action point and my faith skills, GM adds my points in religion; ends up at something like 40 >He reads them, it was something like the Great Eye, Fortelling a war against Chaos, The Inversed Despoiler, representing an enemy of Chaos and the Inverted Heritic, representing a true follower of the Imperium. >Figure looks at them >Looks up to me >Throws the pack of Cards down. > The Emperor favours you this day >Turns to leave >GM pulls out a copy of the Dark Heresy >"Welcome to the Inquisition Acolyte." There is no reaction face for my face at that moment.

Anonymous 12/08/11(Thu)21:41 No.17150199 >GM runs D20 40K game >l make priest, using the Wisdom class >Start off in a monestary on an Imperial world in the capital. >World is attacked by Tyrannids >Genestealers in the Church >My character escaped by the roof, having no points in climb. >As I'm walking across a beam in the Ceilling, a Genestealer goes to climb up onto the beam. >My character who has a minus to attack uses his hand flamer, Genestealer fails its climb roll and falls to its death after its head is set on fire. >End up being enlisted into the Imperial Guard when I escape the monestary >Get a flamer >Go bug hunting. >Ends with planet being exterminatus'd >End up on ship in space. >A few adventures later my character is still pure Wis since I'm a tool. >Ship goes through warp. >GM rolls random encounter >Chaos Space Marine attack. >In the Warp. >Oh s---. >End up being almost killed by CSM, go to -8, it'd take me 8 days at my natural healing rate to get back, I'd start starving at 2 >GM says game is over, I ask to roll with my s----- FORT score. >Why not. >Survive by sheer balls and lucky rolls. >End up riding about the Chaos infested ship in a rigged up Leman Russ, disabling it to stop the CSM running an Imperial Blockade with it >Commit one man Gurilla warfare on CSM forces for several weeks >Level up to bad ass tier Anonymous 12/08/11(Thu)21:46 No.17150263 17150199 >End up a scarred mess with a bionic eye I had to put in myself after digging it out the skull of a rotting Tech priests corpse >Now using weapons and armour that I made myself as I refuse to use any weapon of Chaos that I havn't first cleansed >Find out one of those Berserker assassins was on board; drop it into the heart of their HQ by the vents, it explodes and takes out a Defiler they had onboard and some other shinannigans that slowed them down, stopped them repairing the ship and generally held them up. >After several weeks missing, GM starts rolling luck rolls for someone in the Emperium noticing an entire army and its ship going missing >Get Lucky >Marines arrive >Purge the place with fire and Space Marine-ness. >My character is taken alive as he's still got his IG uniform and they first meet him when he sets up a Kill zone on a corridor that was about to be filled with Heritics that'd cut them off from their objective >Spend a session just being transported with the Space Marines; pretty apparent they're taking me somewhere, my character manages to get a shave, a change of clothing, to a new IG uniform and prays every day to the Emprah for the salvation the Marines brought from the horrors of the warp. >End up in a dark cell, waiting for the inevitable as theres no one to prove I'm not a heretic. >Still, I fought for the Emperor as no man before me and have given all myself to him. >Someone enters Anonymous 12/08/11(Thu)21:48 No.17150277 P> >Can't see them properly because they're silhoutted against the light, obviously someone in power armour, a marine most likely sYou have been charged of Heresy, no servant of the Emperor could have survived in those conditions; how do you plead. Your sentence is to be Archoflagellation, carried out in the morning." >"If I die, I die for the Emperor." >Spend the night in the cell, don't plead for mercy, I spent the night silent, and in the morning dilligently carry out my morning Prayer to the Emperor. >Mysterious figure returns >Holds out a deck of cards >Draw three >Make a luck rolls >Get a 20 on the roll, use an action point and my faith skills, GM adds my points in religion; ends up at something like 40 >He reads them, it was something like the Great Eye, Fortelling a war against Chaos, The Inversed Despoiler, representing an enemy of Chaos and the Inverted Heritic, representing a true follower of the Imperium. >Figure looks at them >Looks up to me >Throws the pack of Cards down. > The Emperor favours you this day >Turns to leave >GM pulls out a copy of the Dark Heresy >"Welcome to the Inquisition Acolyte." There is no reaction face for my face at that moment.

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>> □ Anonymous 08/09/11 (Tue)10:48 No.15877222 23 Right, suppose I better put a PC story here as well as a DM one.. in my first game, I was Trivon, the half-elven Cleric of a party of 4 paladin, and a big fat old ex-bartender human rogue (think Thenardier from Les Mis) me, a big dopey-but-affable orc fighter, a zealous human My guy was a real idealist, very neutral good not wide-eyed and full of naiveté, but just very quietly believed there was inherent goodness in everyone. Kind of got forced to act as the moral center of the party, he and the orc had a very Heavy/Medic dynamic LOVE ZIS HALFELF), he stayed the paladin's hand more than once, and pudgerogue often made a lot of noise of "not bein able to have any fun while the kid's around" but seemed to go almost paternal at times. But he trusted that all of them were good people, and believed that it was a kind of destiny that brought them all together There was one memorable exchange where the paladin almost left the party at his treating a particularly bastardly enemy prisoner with kindness, claiming that he didn't deserve to be shown any mercy. Trivon's mumbled reply was that "t's not about who deserves it" □ Anonymous 08/09/11 (Tue)10:49 No.15877227 P> Over the course of the party's journey, they learned of and came into opposition with a dark magus, a man who completely destroyed an entire plane of existence, bearing almost unstoppable arcane energies. The paladin, understandable, swore vengeance against him, the orc figured he was a Bad Man, and the rogue just thought he was too powerful to be left to his own devices. Whenever Trivon tried to suggest that he might not be totally evil, he was scoffed at (and justified, I guess.) In the middle of a sneaky stealth mission into said villain's lair Through a haphazard binding of a Clairvoyance spell to a completely blank journal, he managed to access the VILLAIN'S journal as though that was the book he was holding. Essentially, he found that the villain gained his powers through an arcane surge from an artifact, killing his family (a wife, Rhea, and son, Theodore) and entire village in the pr was or used to be a good man The ch ended what have l ote. Trivon never mentioned this to the party. But it pretty □ Anonymous 08/09/11 (Tue)10:49 No.15877238 P> The climactic moment came when the party had trekked up through the innards of a massive volcano to find the magus floating in the center of the volcano's mouth, preparing a ritual that would cause the volcano to rise above the world and erupt endlessly, "cleansing all in fire". From the volcano's rim they traded attacks, magic and arrows flying across the chasm while the paladin and rogue fought off molten beasts trying to knock us into the lava below. When at long last the magus started to f--, Trivon shed his pack (Aside: I had been OOC building up that I had prepared one singular spell in preparation for this final battle, and they had been guessi I kinds of potentially powerful things Energy Dr □ Anonymous 08/09/11(Tue)10:50 No.15877246 15877238 The paladin, seeing Trivon getting rid of his equipment, shouted several variants on "what the hell are you doing", and Trivon just gave him a resigned smile before kicking his pack away, and Wall of Stone. As e bridge formed beneath hi a long lane of rock leading directly to the center. The magus saw him approaching, and fired f whic Ow You are forgiven" Trivon speaks quietly. "Rhea and Theodore wait for you." And to the DM, I said o "Final spell. Ato l. The The DM told lava, the DM said that Trivon e someone rely- a shocked, sad old ma e word: "Thank-" Anonymous 08/09/11Tue)10:51 No. 15877253 >15877246 estroying the rest of the magus's minions. The volcano calmed, the ritual stopped, and After watching the both of th the paladin found Trivon's pack. Within were all his possessions, and the villain's "jour art bookmarked with a small slip of paper that said simply To feel sorrow is to deserve peace." Lamp 0809/11 Te)10:56 No. 15877281 315877246 You may cast this spell upon a creature of an opposing alignment in order to offer it a chance to change its alignment to match yours. The prospective subject must be present for the entire casting process. Upon completion of the spell, the subject freely chooses whether it retains its original alignment or acquiesces to your offer and changes to your alignment."

>> □ Anonymous 08/09/11 (Tue)10:48 No.15877222 23 Right, suppose I better put a PC story here as well as a DM one.. in my first game, I was Trivon, the half-elven Cleric of a party of 4 paladin, and a big fat old ex-bartender human rogue (think Thenardier from Les Mis) me, a big dopey-but-affable orc fighter, a zealous human My guy was a real idealist, very neutral good not wide-eyed and full of naiveté, but just very quietly believed there was inherent goodness in everyone. Kind of got forced to act as the moral center of the party, he and the orc had a very Heavy/Medic dynamic LOVE ZIS HALFELF), he stayed the paladin's hand more than once, and pudgerogue often made a lot of noise of "not bein able to have any fun while the kid's around" but seemed to go almost paternal at times. But he trusted that all of them were good people, and believed that it was a kind of destiny that brought them all together There was one memorable exchange where the paladin almost left the party at his treating a particularly bastardly enemy prisoner with kindness, claiming that he didn't deserve to be shown any mercy. Trivon's mumbled reply was that "t's not about who deserves it" □ Anonymous 08/09/11 (Tue)10:49 No.15877227 P> Over the course of the party's journey, they learned of and came into opposition with a dark magus, a man who completely destroyed an entire plane of existence, bearing almost unstoppable arcane energies. The paladin, understandable, swore vengeance against him, the orc figured he was a Bad Man, and the rogue just thought he was too powerful to be left to his own devices. Whenever Trivon tried to suggest that he might not be totally evil, he was scoffed at (and justified, I guess.) In the middle of a sneaky stealth mission into said villain's lair Through a haphazard binding of a Clairvoyance spell to a completely blank journal, he managed to access the VILLAIN'S journal as though that was the book he was holding. Essentially, he found that the villain gained his powers through an arcane surge from an artifact, killing his family (a wife, Rhea, and son, Theodore) and entire village in the pr was or used to be a good man The ch ended what have l ote. Trivon never mentioned this to the party. But it pretty □ Anonymous 08/09/11 (Tue)10:49 No.15877238 P> The climactic moment came when the party had trekked up through the innards of a massive volcano to find the magus floating in the center of the volcano's mouth, preparing a ritual that would cause the volcano to rise above the world and erupt endlessly, "cleansing all in fire". From the volcano's rim they traded attacks, magic and arrows flying across the chasm while the paladin and rogue fought off molten beasts trying to knock us into the lava below. When at long last the magus started to f--, Trivon shed his pack (Aside: I had been OOC building up that I had prepared one singular spell in preparation for this final battle, and they had been guessi I kinds of potentially powerful things Energy Dr □ Anonymous 08/09/11(Tue)10:50 No.15877246 15877238 The paladin, seeing Trivon getting rid of his equipment, shouted several variants on "what the hell are you doing", and Trivon just gave him a resigned smile before kicking his pack away, and Wall of Stone. As e bridge formed beneath hi a long lane of rock leading directly to the center. The magus saw him approaching, and fired f whic Ow You are forgiven" Trivon speaks quietly. "Rhea and Theodore wait for you." And to the DM, I said o "Final spell. Ato l. The The DM told lava, the DM said that Trivon e someone rely- a shocked, sad old ma e word: "Thank-" Anonymous 08/09/11Tue)10:51 No. 15877253 >15877246 estroying the rest of the magus's minions. The volcano calmed, the ritual stopped, and After watching the both of th the paladin found Trivon's pack. Within were all his possessions, and the villain's "jour art bookmarked with a small slip of paper that said simply To feel sorrow is to deserve peace." Lamp 0809/11 Te)10:56 No. 15877281 315877246 You may cast this spell upon a creature of an opposing alignment in order to offer it a chance to change its alignment to match yours. The prospective subject must be present for the entire casting process. Upon completion of the spell, the subject freely chooses whether it retains its original alignment or acquiesces to your offer and changes to your alignment."

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ile :1231288407 ipg-(505 KB, 971x1179, dwarfjpg) Awesome Stories About Your Groups Anonymous 01/06/09(Tue)19:33 No. 3332913 Okay, so, I was running a 4th edition campaign in a homebrew setting I made up so that all races were pretty much unified so my characters could play monster races without getting lynched every time they went into a village Anyways, the party was at about level 15 or so, with a Dwarf Fighter, Hobgoblin Warlord, Goblin Rogue, and an Eladrin Wizard. The guy who played the Dwarf was pretty experienced with RPGs and D&D in general, so he had been playing the same character for a while, while some of the group has rerolled a few times So, the group was heading off to rescue some friends who were kidnapped ( was trying to make an emotional encounter) by some crazy hedonistic Wizard. He had them locked up in his tower which was filled to the brim with crazy magical traps and stuff. Needless to say I was pretty excited to run this adventure I had made sure that they had no choice but to enter this one room with a bottomless pit, and since the Dwarf always decided to travel in front. He would fall in, the PC's would solve an easy puzzle, loot falls out of the ceiling, everybody's happy and relieved. Or the party would freak the f--- out and not know what to do, which was also acceptable So, they get to the room, and the Dwarf falls into the pit, queue "just as planned", and I begin my monologue describing what's happening. But before could get the first few words out of my mouth, the guy playing the Dwarf just says "No, I dont fall into the pit. And I try telling him that he's not gonna talk me out of it. But he won't have it, he even says "l sit down mid air, and use my Dwarven stubbornness to kill the pit. Everybody cracks up because that's exactly what his 8 INT Fighter would do. I tell him that it's just an easy puzzle to get him out, and they get loot at the end, but he wouldn't have it (cont □ Anonymous 01/06/09(Tue)19:34 No.3332920 3332913 cont "I'll even roll 1d100, and if I get 100, the pit dies." So at this point I figured he wasnt kidding around, andI say "Make it 2d100 and if you get 200 Ill let you.. Stubborn the pit to death." So he rolls the first pair of 10s and gets A F------ 100. Me and my group serious the f--- up and hold our breaths as he rolls the next pair with a massive f------ grin on his face. ANOTHER, F------, 100 "Alright, you.. You plop down, mid-air, and through your endless Dwarven stubbornness, the pit begins to belch and twist, finally imploding on itself, leaving you sitting calmly on the floor." "Stupid pit." □ Anonymous 01/06/09(Tue)20:25 No.3333296 File 1231291537 ipg-(33 KB, 480x640, itsbeautiful.jpg) ITS 23332920 is pretty awesome BEAUTIFUL

ile :1231288407 ipg-(505 KB, 971x1179, dwarfjpg) Awesome Stories About Your Groups Anonymous 01/06/09(Tue)19:33 No. 3332913 Okay, so, I was running a 4th edition campaign in a homebrew setting I made up so that all races were pretty much unified so my characters could play monster races without getting lynched every time they went into a village Anyways, the party was at about level 15 or so, with a Dwarf Fighter, Hobgoblin Warlord, Goblin Rogue, and an Eladrin Wizard. The guy who played the Dwarf was pretty experienced with RPGs and D&D in general, so he had been playing the same character for a while, while some of the group has rerolled a few times So, the group was heading off to rescue some friends who were kidnapped ( was trying to make an emotional encounter) by some crazy hedonistic Wizard. He had them locked up in his tower which was filled to the brim with crazy magical traps and stuff. Needless to say I was pretty excited to run this adventure I had made sure that they had no choice but to enter this one room with a bottomless pit, and since the Dwarf always decided to travel in front. He would fall in, the PC's would solve an easy puzzle, loot falls out of the ceiling, everybody's happy and relieved. Or the party would freak the f--- out and not know what to do, which was also acceptable So, they get to the room, and the Dwarf falls into the pit, queue "just as planned", and I begin my monologue describing what's happening. But before could get the first few words out of my mouth, the guy playing the Dwarf just says "No, I dont fall into the pit. And I try telling him that he's not gonna talk me out of it. But he won't have it, he even says "l sit down mid air, and use my Dwarven stubbornness to kill the pit. Everybody cracks up because that's exactly what his 8 INT Fighter would do. I tell him that it's just an easy puzzle to get him out, and they get loot at the end, but he wouldn't have it (cont □ Anonymous 01/06/09(Tue)19:34 No.3332920 3332913 cont "I'll even roll 1d100, and if I get 100, the pit dies." So at this point I figured he wasnt kidding around, andI say "Make it 2d100 and if you get 200 Ill let you.. Stubborn the pit to death." So he rolls the first pair of 10s and gets A F------ 100. Me and my group serious the f--- up and hold our breaths as he rolls the next pair with a massive f------ grin on his face. ANOTHER, F------, 100 "Alright, you.. You plop down, mid-air, and through your endless Dwarven stubbornness, the pit begins to belch and twist, finally imploding on itself, leaving you sitting calmly on the floor." "Stupid pit." □ Anonymous 01/06/09(Tue)20:25 No.3333296 File 1231291537 ipg-(33 KB, 480x640, itsbeautiful.jpg) ITS 23332920 is pretty awesome BEAUTIFUL

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□ Anonymous 05/08/13(Wed)16:46:01 UTC-5 No.24708020 O Replies:ー247081 392224708236 new player in my group >rolls a serf, ranger class soppressive feudal setting >has to leave his farm to sort out a dispute with the local lord >joins up with the party after finding out about the necromancer >he doesn't talk much in group discussions >he doesnt talk at all out of character >he just sits there, writing on these little bits of paper >we try our best to pull him into the campaign >he refuses to care, just carries on writing his notes >doesnt get involved in other players sidestories >makes terrible build choices, barely contributes to fights swont chip in when we collectively buy items >we're pretty sick of the guy >we finally kill the lich lord and restore the monarchy >king gives a long speech thanking us and saying that we'll be richly rewarded for our actions >the king talks to each of us in turn, asking what we want sranger asks that the king liberate the peasants >king refuses ranger player turns to us >"Looks like I'm out of options" >stops writing >hands us his gold and items hands us the papers >stabs the king in the middle of the throneroom >DM is furious >guards seize the player >he's brutally beaten, tortured, beheaded sread the notes sthey're all letters >the guy has written 127 letters to his wife and kids >everything is in there, details of the quest, his thoughts on each of the players, his hopes to make a better life for everybody >last note is an apology, telling them that he loves them, what he's about to do and that he wont be back

□ Anonymous 05/08/13(Wed)16:46:01 UTC-5 No.24708020 O Replies:ー247081 392224708236 new player in my group >rolls a serf, ranger class soppressive feudal setting >has to leave his farm to sort out a dispute with the local lord >joins up with the party after finding out about the necromancer >he doesn't talk much in group discussions >he doesnt talk at all out of character >he just sits there, writing on these little bits of paper >we try our best to pull him into the campaign >he refuses to care, just carries on writing his notes >doesnt get involved in other players sidestories >makes terrible build choices, barely contributes to fights swont chip in when we collectively buy items >we're pretty sick of the guy >we finally kill the lich lord and restore the monarchy >king gives a long speech thanking us and saying that we'll be richly rewarded for our actions >the king talks to each of us in turn, asking what we want sranger asks that the king liberate the peasants >king refuses ranger player turns to us >"Looks like I'm out of options" >stops writing >hands us his gold and items hands us the papers >stabs the king in the middle of the throneroom >DM is furious >guards seize the player >he's brutally beaten, tortured, beheaded sread the notes sthey're all letters >the guy has written 127 letters to his wife and kids >everything is in there, details of the quest, his thoughts on each of the players, his hopes to make a better life for everybody >last note is an apology, telling them that he loves them, what he's about to do and that he wont be back

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>> □ Sarneo 04/21/07(Sar)0007No.1 11360 Dumb Stht as in accidents? Bemg excessivly stupie? Or Stuff that you would be defined as just plam dumb for your characters to attempt My Paladin was sitting alone in the tavern, while the party was doing some irreputable thing and didn't want me knowing, when a peasent comes in to warn everyone to hide, scouts saw the Orc army that had been aluded to during ithe entire campaign was just a few hours march The Rest of the party had no idea and where away and where actually getting kiled by being stupid and being lead into an obvious trap.)My Paladin character, who has been laughed at his entire life for one thing or another, stepped up with an air of determimation that would have made the most epic veteren of many wars quiver. He told the guards how to set up the defenses, as he rode off to prevent this town from being destroyed in any means he could This orc amy had been devastating the lands. Snce the beginning of the campaign have we heard about their Epic level Half fend Orc Fighter specced cleric of Orc God leading the campaign on his No weaknesses Vampire Fang Dragon His amy of ten thousand marched to the town to claim it for their God >> □ Same o 04/21/07(Sat)00:08 No. 111363 And my level seven paladn rode off to Stop their reign of fear and destruction here. I met an Orc Scouting party and told them to go tell their boss to surrender, otherwise this will be the last day he sees on this earth. the laughed, so I fought and broke their squad and won the fight agairst the ten of them by being smat and geting lucky. In the mean time, the rest of the paty had wupped by falling n the most obvious of traps and getting backstabbed. I so wanted to scream at them for being so stupid and warning them, but i wasn't about to meta game So the Dm conchuded that the campagn was over. But i Stated i wanted to contnue, and ifi died, i died, i would at least see the rest of the story be told damn it. So there i was, a the edge of this forest, watching the orc amy move past me I took out my bow, and fired a shot into the mass, klling something Then agan. and agam. untl they realized someone is killing them from the forest. They sent in a group to find who it was. I Hid from all of them, and killed anyones who found me. I continued shooting into the mass, and they sent more mto the forest >> □ Sarneo 04/21/07(Sar)00:08 No. 1 1 1 364 I continued this for a few more minutes. Until finally i saw the Vampire fang dragon in the sky fiying towards the forest He used some sort of fire breath attack for some reason and started burning down the forest I took pot shots at the dragon until i p----- it off something fierce I ran threw the cover of the forest, and searched for a fallen sturdy log, and a high Y shaped tree bearing I lifted the log using all of my strength to drag it on to the y Shaped tree bering. I fired fame arrows into the air to show the dragon where i was I mounted up as i saw it approach. and when it was close enough I did something stupid compared to everything else, it really was I rode my War horse up the Log and jumped into the air as high as it could go and then jumped off, passing the neccesary rolls to do so, and jumped on top of the dragon, grabbed the evil orc clerics boot, and de saddied him and made him fall In the mean tirne, the dragon bit me, and did alot of damage and two negative levels my horse died from its fall I rolled to hit, and luckily, did max damage on my called shot to its wing, tearing it out. It plummeted to the Pine tree forest below, staking itselE into the trees In it's death throws it breathed an everlasting curse against me, and screamed to it's master to avenge it, breathed fire everywhere >> □ Same o 04/21/07(Sat)00:09 No. 111365 And now in the clearing, I grogged in pain and attempted to heal myself while standing and watching threw hazed eyes as the HalE-iend Orc approached me, Gant bone tower shield and Great war aze in hand I saw orc warnors circling the area. The Orc warlord said something morcish and the warnors stopped, circling us I hope your ancestors grieve at the knowledge of the Stupidity they have sired. You will die this day, and not even in death will you escape the fate that you will face, as an eternity of pain beyond your comprehension awats you. Your soul will be forever engulfed in suffering, and it will know no repense. as he heals himself and buffis himself up. "All you will ind this day is death, and forever on.. only pain Initiative wim. But I miss. So I draw back Move and attack, one attack hits, and brings me down to 15%. I slam aganst a tree, and am brought down to 4 hut points, i pass my fort save versus massive damage >> □ Sarneo 04/21/07(Sar)00:10 No. 111366 new round, I hold off my tun untl he is close enough to attack, as he comes near Feel Accomplished Paladin, you made this day rememberable. For myself at least. And I will make sure that there will be no one left to remember rou, your name, or what you did here. That Vllage will bum, and al within it will die You are nothing but a stain on my blade. Nothing I knew it, this was it, there was no way i was going to lhve through this. Not even with a crit. I was going to die. But dammit i was gomg to down So he spoke my Epitaph to my own thoughts and memories. detailing everything he knew, and why he had became a paladin, and eren though everyone had laughed at him, and idiculed him, that he would save them, even if they never cared, even if no one cared, or would ever care He walked up to deliver the final blow. And I screamed outloud and swung. All hope resided on this die, i wanted some reamemberable scar to leave him with Up to this point, this Die i had used, always failed me when it mattered the most. But I kept usng it for the day that for all it's bad luck, it wll one day churn out luck so unbehevable and count at the right time So Irolled to make it spin, making it last forever. and it fnally came out >> □ Sarneo 04/21/07(Sar)00:10 No. 111369 It had rolled a 1 I groaned and the Dm laughed at me He sad roll agam to see how bad you faal. I rolled again. another 1. I groaned again. the Dm laughed again, and told me to roll again, if i got another 1, i was dead. I rolled, and thought about how embarrasing it was going to be to die by my own hand I sat there in complete pissiness and threw my dice in the f------ trash can as the Dm laughed and consulted his book of critical faitures. He rolled his dice, refrenced the book and froze "What, I decapitated myself adn't I? He didn't say anything well what is it?" He just looked up at me in a look of beiudedlement and spoke words that i will never, ever, ever, ever forget Player and adjacent target die

>> □ Sarneo 04/21/07(Sar)0007No.1 11360 Dumb Stht as in accidents? Bemg excessivly stupie? Or Stuff that you would be defined as just plam dumb for your characters to attempt My Paladin was sitting alone in the tavern, while the party was doing some irreputable thing and didn't want me knowing, when a peasent comes in to warn everyone to hide, scouts saw the Orc army that had been aluded to during ithe entire campaign was just a few hours march The Rest of the party had no idea and where away and where actually getting kiled by being stupid and being lead into an obvious trap.)My Paladin character, who has been laughed at his entire life for one thing or another, stepped up with an air of determimation that would have made the most epic veteren of many wars quiver. He told the guards how to set up the defenses, as he rode off to prevent this town from being destroyed in any means he could This orc amy had been devastating the lands. Snce the beginning of the campaign have we heard about their Epic level Half fend Orc Fighter specced cleric of Orc God leading the campaign on his No weaknesses Vampire Fang Dragon His amy of ten thousand marched to the town to claim it for their God >> □ Same o 04/21/07(Sat)00:08 No. 111363 And my level seven paladn rode off to Stop their reign of fear and destruction here. I met an Orc Scouting party and told them to go tell their boss to surrender, otherwise this will be the last day he sees on this earth. the laughed, so I fought and broke their squad and won the fight agairst the ten of them by being smat and geting lucky. In the mean time, the rest of the paty had wupped by falling n the most obvious of traps and getting backstabbed. I so wanted to scream at them for being so stupid and warning them, but i wasn't about to meta game So the Dm conchuded that the campagn was over. But i Stated i wanted to contnue, and ifi died, i died, i would at least see the rest of the story be told damn it. So there i was, a the edge of this forest, watching the orc amy move past me I took out my bow, and fired a shot into the mass, klling something Then agan. and agam. untl they realized someone is killing them from the forest. They sent in a group to find who it was. I Hid from all of them, and killed anyones who found me. I continued shooting into the mass, and they sent more mto the forest >> □ Sarneo 04/21/07(Sar)00:08 No. 1 1 1 364 I continued this for a few more minutes. Until finally i saw the Vampire fang dragon in the sky fiying towards the forest He used some sort of fire breath attack for some reason and started burning down the forest I took pot shots at the dragon until i p----- it off something fierce I ran threw the cover of the forest, and searched for a fallen sturdy log, and a high Y shaped tree bearing I lifted the log using all of my strength to drag it on to the y Shaped tree bering. I fired fame arrows into the air to show the dragon where i was I mounted up as i saw it approach. and when it was close enough I did something stupid compared to everything else, it really was I rode my War horse up the Log and jumped into the air as high as it could go and then jumped off, passing the neccesary rolls to do so, and jumped on top of the dragon, grabbed the evil orc clerics boot, and de saddied him and made him fall In the mean tirne, the dragon bit me, and did alot of damage and two negative levels my horse died from its fall I rolled to hit, and luckily, did max damage on my called shot to its wing, tearing it out. It plummeted to the Pine tree forest below, staking itselE into the trees In it's death throws it breathed an everlasting curse against me, and screamed to it's master to avenge it, breathed fire everywhere >> □ Same o 04/21/07(Sat)00:09 No. 111365 And now in the clearing, I grogged in pain and attempted to heal myself while standing and watching threw hazed eyes as the HalE-iend Orc approached me, Gant bone tower shield and Great war aze in hand I saw orc warnors circling the area. The Orc warlord said something morcish and the warnors stopped, circling us I hope your ancestors grieve at the knowledge of the Stupidity they have sired. You will die this day, and not even in death will you escape the fate that you will face, as an eternity of pain beyond your comprehension awats you. Your soul will be forever engulfed in suffering, and it will know no repense. as he heals himself and buffis himself up. "All you will ind this day is death, and forever on.. only pain Initiative wim. But I miss. So I draw back Move and attack, one attack hits, and brings me down to 15%. I slam aganst a tree, and am brought down to 4 hut points, i pass my fort save versus massive damage >> □ Sarneo 04/21/07(Sar)00:10 No. 111366 new round, I hold off my tun untl he is close enough to attack, as he comes near Feel Accomplished Paladin, you made this day rememberable. For myself at least. And I will make sure that there will be no one left to remember rou, your name, or what you did here. That Vllage will bum, and al within it will die You are nothing but a stain on my blade. Nothing I knew it, this was it, there was no way i was going to lhve through this. Not even with a crit. I was going to die. But dammit i was gomg to down So he spoke my Epitaph to my own thoughts and memories. detailing everything he knew, and why he had became a paladin, and eren though everyone had laughed at him, and idiculed him, that he would save them, even if they never cared, even if no one cared, or would ever care He walked up to deliver the final blow. And I screamed outloud and swung. All hope resided on this die, i wanted some reamemberable scar to leave him with Up to this point, this Die i had used, always failed me when it mattered the most. But I kept usng it for the day that for all it's bad luck, it wll one day churn out luck so unbehevable and count at the right time So Irolled to make it spin, making it last forever. and it fnally came out >> □ Sarneo 04/21/07(Sar)00:10 No. 111369 It had rolled a 1 I groaned and the Dm laughed at me He sad roll agam to see how bad you faal. I rolled again. another 1. I groaned again. the Dm laughed again, and told me to roll again, if i got another 1, i was dead. I rolled, and thought about how embarrasing it was going to be to die by my own hand I sat there in complete pissiness and threw my dice in the f------ trash can as the Dm laughed and consulted his book of critical faitures. He rolled his dice, refrenced the book and froze "What, I decapitated myself adn't I? He didn't say anything well what is it?" He just looked up at me in a look of beiudedlement and spoke words that i will never, ever, ever, ever forget Player and adjacent target die

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>billhooks

「Anonymous 09/21/14 (Sun) 23:45:55 ID: 938e66 No.727 >>2865 226540 File (hide)y 1411385955197 ipg 1.78 KB, 760:990 , 378:445, 1274175085316.ipa) billhooks never get any 「Anonymous 11/05/14 (Wed) 16:42:33 ID: 2be3ed No.6540 226557 226598 File (hide): 1415202153035 png (260.99 KB, 388532, 97:133, implhying.png) >>727 Probably due to being the most peasant-tier weapon in the world and only a couple of steps above a sharpened stick Still one of the most effective weapons around though and was great at countering cavalry 1388 >Be patrolling the English countryside with my good friend Phillip >Insulting the tenants as we pass >The barbarians cannot comprehend our superior Norman tongue >One responds in his disgusting English speak >Phillip runs him down >Suddenly a horde descends on us with farming tools mfw >Phillip rides ahead into the crowd >One of the buffoons is using a bill as a weapon >He somehow unseats Phillip with the hook >The scum descend upon him and stab him in the groin until he is expired >mfw Phillip was a s--- knight and ended up paying the bill 「Anonymous 11/05/14 Med) 18:51:38 ID: 61704a No.6557 File 〔hide): 1415209898174.pg(32.23 KB. 605x328, 605328, 110930 ron paul reute 「Anonymous 11/06/14 (Thu) 02:41:43 ID: 2e392a No.6598 File (hide): 1415238103269 ipg (48.96 KB, 484x444, 118:111, 1386546852493.ipa) 26540 five-star post n---- 6540 >paying the bill >paying the bill >paying the bill

「Anonymous 09/21/14 (Sun) 23:45:55 ID: 938e66 No.727 >>2865 226540 File (hide)y 1411385955197 ipg 1.78 KB, 760:990 , 378:445, 1274175085316.ipa) billhooks never get any 「Anonymous 11/05/14 (Wed) 16:42:33 ID: 2be3ed No.6540 226557 226598 File (hide): 1415202153035 png (260.99 KB, 388532, 97:133, implhying.png) >>727 Probably due to being the most peasant-tier weapon in the world and only a couple of steps above a sharpened stick Still one of the most effective weapons around though and was great at countering cavalry 1388 >Be patrolling the English countryside with my good friend Phillip >Insulting the tenants as we pass >The barbarians cannot comprehend our superior Norman tongue >One responds in his disgusting English speak >Phillip runs him down >Suddenly a horde descends on us with farming tools mfw >Phillip rides ahead into the crowd >One of the buffoons is using a bill as a weapon >He somehow unseats Phillip with the hook >The scum descend upon him and stab him in the groin until he is expired >mfw Phillip was a s--- knight and ended up paying the bill 「Anonymous 11/05/14 Med) 18:51:38 ID: 61704a No.6557 File 〔hide): 1415209898174.pg(32.23 KB. 605x328, 605328, 110930 ron paul reute 「Anonymous 11/06/14 (Thu) 02:41:43 ID: 2e392a No.6598 File (hide): 1415238103269 ipg (48.96 KB, 484x444, 118:111, 1386546852493.ipa) 26540 five-star post n---- 6540 >paying the bill >paying the bill >paying the bill

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this is what all true paladins strive for

File 1304534779.ipg-(760 KB, 1680x1050, tyrael final.jpg) Anonymous 05/04/11(Wed)14:46 No. 14812285 There's been all sorts of talk about making Paladins fall. In my campaign, I was no stranger to attempts □ Anonymous 05/04/11(Wed)14:47 No.14812295 14812285 Go on Anonymous 05/04/11(Wed)14:47 No. 14812299 What happened when there was a choice of letting an innocent man accused of murder (via possession) die or let the victim's family never get their justice? I took a third option and hunted down that f------ demon haunting his dreams, brought it back and manifested it into reality, and brought IT to court What happened when there was a choice between slaying an entire barbarian clan for "vengeance" or leaving a corrupt captain pretending to be a martyr of goodygoody beliefs in charge of a fort? took a third option and Smite Evild the captain's ass in public, letting everyone in public see he wasn't the pure good bastion he pretended to be, leaving him to the machinations of the people who now realized they'd been decieved Several other times...I think five, total. Five times, I was shoehorned into a situation to choose between what's semi-right, and every time I picked a third option. The BBEG's second-in-command was a Blackguard, and every time we met she would always talk about how I was going to fall, like he did, and it was an inevitablility-and every time, I told her that there is never an inevitability of evil There is only justice If I'm pushed into a situation where I need to choose between the lesser of two evils, I refuse those conditions and I refuse to even consider them. You do not tear things apart, spread your own misery across the land, and then ask me to abide by your rules and your options. No, that is not how l play your f------ game □ Anonymous 05/04/11 (Wed)14:48 No.14812306 So what happens when we finally meet the BBEG? The second-in-command does her usual "darkness is inevitable, everyone is doomed, etc etc" rant, and I shut her off right there. Despite all of the temptations, despite all of the problems, I never once fell. Never once. Despite all of the problems the BBEG had spread across the land and despite all his forces, we never once failed. Never once Darkness was never inevitable, and no amount of dismissing even the tiniest problem would keep it from staring them in the f------ face. He wanted to talk about how he expected us and how we were amusing and other such condenscending b-------, but despite all of his smugness never once did he incorporate any prevention for this "amusing problem" into his plan And you know what? Instead of the usual torrents of You fool!" or This is true powe or You struggle against the inevitable!", the Blackguard believed it. She f------ believed it She went down on her f------ knees, right in front of her master, and said she wanted no longer to be against us. That I had demonstrated that honor existed, even in darkness, and that even in a world of corruption and grey morality, there can still be heroism. Never once did I fall, and what did the GM do? Rather than continue, he just gave up and rewarded me. Instead of continuing to try and shoehorn me into situations, the GM converted one of the biggest lieutenants of evil to our side and put me in charge of guiding her along the path of redemption Anonymous 05/04/11(Wed)14:49 No. 14812315 File 1304534959 gif-(168 KB, 300x300, light-pelvic-thrust.gif) tl:dr: MY PALADIN JUST REDEEMED A BLACKGUARD THROUGH SHEER FORCE OF WILL AN ENTIRE CAMPAIGN OF SUFFERING, JUSTIFIED RIGHT NOW ALL YALL CAN JUST TAKE IT

File 1304534779.ipg-(760 KB, 1680x1050, tyrael final.jpg) Anonymous 05/04/11(Wed)14:46 No. 14812285 There's been all sorts of talk about making Paladins fall. In my campaign, I was no stranger to attempts □ Anonymous 05/04/11(Wed)14:47 No.14812295 14812285 Go on Anonymous 05/04/11(Wed)14:47 No. 14812299 What happened when there was a choice of letting an innocent man accused of murder (via possession) die or let the victim's family never get their justice? I took a third option and hunted down that f------ demon haunting his dreams, brought it back and manifested it into reality, and brought IT to court What happened when there was a choice between slaying an entire barbarian clan for "vengeance" or leaving a corrupt captain pretending to be a martyr of goodygoody beliefs in charge of a fort? took a third option and Smite Evild the captain's ass in public, letting everyone in public see he wasn't the pure good bastion he pretended to be, leaving him to the machinations of the people who now realized they'd been decieved Several other times...I think five, total. Five times, I was shoehorned into a situation to choose between what's semi-right, and every time I picked a third option. The BBEG's second-in-command was a Blackguard, and every time we met she would always talk about how I was going to fall, like he did, and it was an inevitablility-and every time, I told her that there is never an inevitability of evil There is only justice If I'm pushed into a situation where I need to choose between the lesser of two evils, I refuse those conditions and I refuse to even consider them. You do not tear things apart, spread your own misery across the land, and then ask me to abide by your rules and your options. No, that is not how l play your f------ game □ Anonymous 05/04/11 (Wed)14:48 No.14812306 So what happens when we finally meet the BBEG? The second-in-command does her usual "darkness is inevitable, everyone is doomed, etc etc" rant, and I shut her off right there. Despite all of the temptations, despite all of the problems, I never once fell. Never once. Despite all of the problems the BBEG had spread across the land and despite all his forces, we never once failed. Never once Darkness was never inevitable, and no amount of dismissing even the tiniest problem would keep it from staring them in the f------ face. He wanted to talk about how he expected us and how we were amusing and other such condenscending b-------, but despite all of his smugness never once did he incorporate any prevention for this "amusing problem" into his plan And you know what? Instead of the usual torrents of You fool!" or This is true powe or You struggle against the inevitable!", the Blackguard believed it. She f------ believed it She went down on her f------ knees, right in front of her master, and said she wanted no longer to be against us. That I had demonstrated that honor existed, even in darkness, and that even in a world of corruption and grey morality, there can still be heroism. Never once did I fall, and what did the GM do? Rather than continue, he just gave up and rewarded me. Instead of continuing to try and shoehorn me into situations, the GM converted one of the biggest lieutenants of evil to our side and put me in charge of guiding her along the path of redemption Anonymous 05/04/11(Wed)14:49 No. 14812315 File 1304534959 gif-(168 KB, 300x300, light-pelvic-thrust.gif) tl:dr: MY PALADIN JUST REDEEMED A BLACKGUARD THROUGH SHEER FORCE OF WILL AN ENTIRE CAMPAIGN OF SUFFERING, JUSTIFIED RIGHT NOW ALL YALL CAN JUST TAKE IT

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ile 02878 in-149 KB, 470x706, Bane_TDKR3 jpg) Anonymous 01/14/13(Mon)06:05 No.22578538 Replies: There's a Paladin after us This requires context. Paladins in this setting are the servants of a terrifying entity, a god they call "He Who Will Be," whose domains are confusing, expansive, and apocalyptic. He has other deities enslaved to his will-and they arent pushovers, they're evil gods who we fought multiple campaigns ago and banished from our world. We're talking Lovecraft stuff here, creatures that were going to eat the world. In the heavens, the gods of our world are doing battle with this monster's servants, but on the ground, it's everyone against the Paladins, who are forging a path of followers and temples so that He Who Will Be can enter our world and f------ punk us. They're monsters. They don't die of age. They have magic that bypasses the Hollow. They have flaming swords that can touch the spirit world as well as the physical, and people they kill cannot be resurrected. Speaking with the dead brings forth a cacophony of screams, suggesting that those they slay are locked in some eternal prison of suffering. This setting doesn't have a hell. Or it didnt, it seems to now Anyway, we ran afoul of one of these guys. We shot him w a hand-bombard, and we thought we'd killed him. But he didn't die, and he's chasing our asses down with an army of converts promised a free pass into paradise for whoever brings him one of our heads. ones Anonymous 01/14/13(Mon)06:08 No.22578569 sounds cool, op □ OP 01/14/13(Mon○6-16 No 22578620 Replies: 22225786662-22s79222 1358162160856 i09-(410 KB, 2789x621, HandBombardWestemEurope 1.) jpg) We first encountered the Paladin in a s----- little fishing village in the southem st llegon, where we were supposed to be recovering an artifact some tools had dredged up out of the ocean. Sin." I'm sure you can guess that we were looking for the same thing What we found instead was a huge guy in plate with a bunch of jackbooted thugs storming through the village, beating the s--- out of people to try and find an There were four of us, plus two guides we had hired, and about thirty of them. We met our contact at the appointed spot, but he refused to give us the item unless we saved his family from the Paladin and his men. They were under suspicion, and would probably be killed if the item wasn't found So we poled out a raft to their ship in the night, climbed on board, and busted the folks out, minimal fuss. We went back, and the man told us that he'd put the item in a safe place, but that he couldn't recover it because of some foul magic. He directed u cave near the village. We had to get in and out right as the tide was coming in--a clever mechanism lifted heavy gates using the tide with buoyant floats. It'd drown smartasses who didn't understand the system, but would let us through. So we went in, and found that the 'safe place' was an ancient temple to some sort of dark sea god, with a chest millennia old. The fisherman can't have possibly installed it, and the inscriptions suggested a high degree of eldritch lore required to open the damn thing. Knowledge that we, of course, had. We opened it, and found a totem made out of whale bones and gold, and made our way out of the facility Who was waiting for us on the beach, you ask? Who else, the Paladin and his men. Thankfully, Chippy was a clever lad, and had kept his cannon above water □ OP 01/14/13(Mon)06:23 No.22578678 Replies: >2225787122)22579222 So Chip tells us to hold them off while he preps the match. The three of us step forward. The Paladin says, you know, kill them, and then our fisherman contact comes up and starts giving him the 'this wasnt part of the deall" line So we fight some fanatics, who are actually not pushovers at all. There are only ten of them to our four, but they killed Barque and Dyson, and I got a level 4 to the lower abdomen (which is actually about as good as dying) before Chip burns a bunch of Luck to press the bombard right up against the last dude's back, and then shoot through him to hit the Paladin, who, in the middle of his own conversation, picked up the fisherman and moved him into the way Still, two bodies isnt enough to stop a hand cannon, and the Paladin was thrown right off his feet onto his ass, with a honking big hole in his chest. Chip tries to help me, but his surgery score is s---. The only reason I survived was, it turned out, because the Icon of Sin prevented me from dying until he could get me to a surgeon. In the fuss, we forgot to check the Paladin. That came back to haunt us late □ OP 01/14/13(Mon)06.49 No.22578893 Repies:-32STaazm22ST3222 So, after this first encounter, we were marked. The Paladins' henchmen didn't know us by face or name, but the Paladins themselves could tell that we were bad guys. I figured it's some sort of faction thing, they could just tell if you had f----- with their s--- before Anyway, I was down and out for a few sessions, so I took on a temporary PC in the form of my characters uncle, and went off with Chip to try and get the artifact to our employer. The employer was a wealthy patron in a wealthy trade city, also in llegon but further north. We didn't want to risk going by ship specially since the artifact might've been connected to water somehow, so we went by land We figured out that we were being followed, and fast. We saw fires appear in the treeline, and sometimes even right off the paths we were walking on. Spontaneous fire is a big sign that He Who Will Be is watching, so we hustled up and went to grab some new meat sh-FRIENDS, I mean friends, yes We picked up some more muscle in a city that I think had a name, but I cant remember. Our dead friends players, as a badass halberdier named Dutchie, and a Viking looking for revenge against the people who had slaughtered his fleet in the Battle of Black Day (which none of us were present for, but we got a brief poem on it) which, obviously, were the Paladins We made it to the city unmolested, but for the grace of god, and even to our employer's house before things started getting fun. □ OP 01/14/13(Mon)06:58 No 22578962 Replies Anyway, we go in to his manor, and tum in our find, and our employer has this flock of inventors and scholors and scribes there to receive it. They all start prattling on about from the deep and 'bones of the ancients' and 'echoes of the hollow and just everything else that you'd expect people trying to make impressive to their boss would a find sound I say "1 got stabbed in the stomach and it kept me alive." and the aristocrat raises an eyebrow. Like, he didn't actually expect it to do anything. But it does, in fact, when he puts it in seawater, it begins letting out this creepy sound, like a whalesong played with way too much bass. He frowns at it, and says that this wasn't what he asked for, we were supposed to bring him a fake that we was having smuggled in, it was supposed to be full of silkworm cacoons. He then looks up, and he's horrified, and says "you brought a Deep Charm into my house!?" And then there's a crash from downstairs, as the door breaks in, and there's shouting and the clashing of steel. Chip and I get this feeling like our tongues are being pulled on by some invisible force. This, I would later discover, was the sign that Paladins a say ing you □ OP 01/14/13(Mon)07. 12 No.22579053 Replea 2257310amsram The aristocrat takes a bag of gold (our pay) and puts it on the table, and tells us hell pay us double if we take the charm and get the f--- out of his house before the gestappo gets upstairs. Chip is already loading his gun. I take the money and the charm, and our dear employer flees behind a bookcase on tracks into a panic room, along with two maids and some of his scribes. The rest flee further upstairs while we prepare to fight our way out The first men into the room are funkies, same as we fought before. This time we were a bit better prepared. We took them out, and pushed our way downstairs, and then out into the coutyard and towards the stables And lo and behold, who comes around the corner the second after Chip fires off his shot? It's Paladin Bane. Up until this moment, we've only heard him speak once, and the GM paraphrased him. This time he does a voice. The Bane Voice. A firearm is an effective tool... When loaded." he says. Chip hefts the thing like a club, and gets ready to fight as more of the Paladin's flunkies armive. We're not even hurt yet (l think the Viking got hit once, but it was a low level bludgeoning wound, those dont do anything really), but we're outnumbered and this time, Chip doesn't have a bullet to save us Give me the charm, and I will kill you." we don't bother going through the "dont you mean OR you'll kill us?" Shtick with him. We know damn well what he means. He gives the signal for his men to attack, and they do. He hangs back, watching. The callousness of the Paladins towards their own mens deaths might actually be intentional, maybe they like winnowing out the weak. Maybe it's how they recruit. Hell if I know We fought for a few rounds. The numbers were less stacked against us this time, but when we vanquished them, the Paladin was still there, and we were all cut up and bleeding. I've got the charm, my character at the moment wasnt even at the original event, I don't care enough to die over this. | OP 01/14/13(Mon)07:19 No.22579 109 Reples: n22579180 >>22579262 So I threaten to break the damn thing if he doesnt let us go. I was sure it wouldn't work, but the Paladin actually hesitates, and says "l mean to break the item anyway." But he's not very convincing. So I start making like I'm going to snap it in half, and he relents, moving out of the way of the stables so t we can go However, as we're mounting up. more of his men arrive, and some of them have guns. I hold the item up in front of me, and look at the Paladin. He tells his men to discharge their weapons into the air, as a show of faith. Im actually pretty impressed with that, so I toss him the item. We already got paid for it after all s hands, he tears it in half, seriously wrenching these golden eels apart like licorice twizzlers. And something happens. He starts smoking, this black ashy soot starts floating off o and he lets out this keening. inhuman how. His men start freaking out, the horses The instant, the INSTANT it start freaking out, and we start freaking out because of all the f------ Willpower tests we're making at difficulty 1 OP 01/14/13(Mon)07:27 No.22579180 Repies: 222579220 3222579262 3222579478 222579744 22582053 I'll tell him. Hell be glad to know tg/s not a bunch of jerks. He must've just had a bad experience o we o and succeed. Chi ais. and starts screaming abou being made o o s. The V king succeeds gets off his horse, and ushes he Paladin hurring and durring it up. So I grab his reins and bolt, leading him to safety while the Viking fights utchie passes and his ass s out o here instantly. spurred and gone want to help the 눼king but Chips guy isn't thinking straight. and his horse s was esent in character for that fight, but I was present OOC, obviously. Whatever breaking that amulet had done gave him some sort of aura of insanity. The Viking. however, flew into a berserk rage, and wasnt about to let a little thing like madness slow him down. He failed round two, didn't give a f--- What he did give a f--- about was that the Paladin's combat pool was at least ten higher than any of ours, and he was wielding a burning sword. Ever tried parrying a buming sword? It sucks! The man got a hit in, and dented in the Paladin's armor. Maybe it was the insanity (it was described as making the world look bizarre, red-coated, like a combination of a Dali painting and Geigers nightmares) but the guy bled yellow light instead of blood The Viking's hair and furs had been on fire for a few rounds now, and the next one set his beard ablaze. The Paladin's final act of cruelty was, somehow, sucking all of the rage out of the defeated Viking, switching off his berserk fury. He died terribly aware of his own anguish, and totally insane □ OP 01/14/13(Mon)07 31 No.22579220 Repies:M22579350 2222579180 We fled for two days. We caught up with Dutchie, and made our way back to where my character was still recovering. My Uncle (thank God he lived, he was the source of my characters wealth!) departed, with the intent of finding a stiff drink to help him forget what he'd just seen, and we were left with the haunting notion of our new enemy Chip, Dutchie and I sat at the table, planning our next move, and one by one, we each felt that pressure on our tongues, as the Paladin turned his gaze to us again. S--- be real yo. And that's all for my stories tonight, but I'm gonna be back. This is such a nice board. Anonymous 01/14/13(Mon)0731 No.22579222 Replies:--22579244 Aside from the Bane-isms, this Paladin guy is coming off a lot like Anton Chigur from No Country For Old Men, just a force of nature you can'tr ly oppose. Your GM is absolute god-tier □ OP 01/14/1 3(Mon)06:36 No 22578783 Repies2ms78803-222578868 22578710 That's a major plot point. Ill give you the short version now, but one of my stories does relate to how we discovered this. The Paladins aren't actually powered by their own deity (if what we know now is true,) they're powered by ours. They're like leeches, sent to kill off all opposition by absorbing divine energies. They do this, basically, via iconoclasm. Destroying our temples, burning our holy books, breaking our relics, and killing our priests gives them power, and worse, gives them powers related to the deity they're mugging lot of them have sun-related powers because they basically sacked the Vatican of a country that worships the Unconquerable Sun. The older, more dangerous ones have a recurring theme of magic hammers, nets, and shapeshifting, suggesting that they took it from the Norse Anonymous 01/14/13(Mon)08.06 No. 22579506 Reples: 22579550 2258093322582013-22582755-22584240 804537 jpg-(63 KB, 522x700, M90642-Teutonic-Knights-1(...)jpg) He Who Will Be (What He Will Be) Lovecraftian Horror Servants Destroying and absorbing other religions Created Hell Their default power is flaming swords Invading from another world Yahweh. Hope you guys like Germans, because that's the next step

ile 02878 in-149 KB, 470x706, Bane_TDKR3 jpg) Anonymous 01/14/13(Mon)06:05 No.22578538 Replies: There's a Paladin after us This requires context. Paladins in this setting are the servants of a terrifying entity, a god they call "He Who Will Be," whose domains are confusing, expansive, and apocalyptic. He has other deities enslaved to his will-and they arent pushovers, they're evil gods who we fought multiple campaigns ago and banished from our world. We're talking Lovecraft stuff here, creatures that were going to eat the world. In the heavens, the gods of our world are doing battle with this monster's servants, but on the ground, it's everyone against the Paladins, who are forging a path of followers and temples so that He Who Will Be can enter our world and f------ punk us. They're monsters. They don't die of age. They have magic that bypasses the Hollow. They have flaming swords that can touch the spirit world as well as the physical, and people they kill cannot be resurrected. Speaking with the dead brings forth a cacophony of screams, suggesting that those they slay are locked in some eternal prison of suffering. This setting doesn't have a hell. Or it didnt, it seems to now Anyway, we ran afoul of one of these guys. We shot him w a hand-bombard, and we thought we'd killed him. But he didn't die, and he's chasing our asses down with an army of converts promised a free pass into paradise for whoever brings him one of our heads. ones Anonymous 01/14/13(Mon)06:08 No.22578569 sounds cool, op □ OP 01/14/13(Mon○6-16 No 22578620 Replies: 22225786662-22s79222 1358162160856 i09-(410 KB, 2789x621, HandBombardWestemEurope 1.) jpg) We first encountered the Paladin in a s----- little fishing village in the southem st llegon, where we were supposed to be recovering an artifact some tools had dredged up out of the ocean. Sin." I'm sure you can guess that we were looking for the same thing What we found instead was a huge guy in plate with a bunch of jackbooted thugs storming through the village, beating the s--- out of people to try and find an There were four of us, plus two guides we had hired, and about thirty of them. We met our contact at the appointed spot, but he refused to give us the item unless we saved his family from the Paladin and his men. They were under suspicion, and would probably be killed if the item wasn't found So we poled out a raft to their ship in the night, climbed on board, and busted the folks out, minimal fuss. We went back, and the man told us that he'd put the item in a safe place, but that he couldn't recover it because of some foul magic. He directed u cave near the village. We had to get in and out right as the tide was coming in--a clever mechanism lifted heavy gates using the tide with buoyant floats. It'd drown smartasses who didn't understand the system, but would let us through. So we went in, and found that the 'safe place' was an ancient temple to some sort of dark sea god, with a chest millennia old. The fisherman can't have possibly installed it, and the inscriptions suggested a high degree of eldritch lore required to open the damn thing. Knowledge that we, of course, had. We opened it, and found a totem made out of whale bones and gold, and made our way out of the facility Who was waiting for us on the beach, you ask? Who else, the Paladin and his men. Thankfully, Chippy was a clever lad, and had kept his cannon above water □ OP 01/14/13(Mon)06:23 No.22578678 Replies: >2225787122)22579222 So Chip tells us to hold them off while he preps the match. The three of us step forward. The Paladin says, you know, kill them, and then our fisherman contact comes up and starts giving him the 'this wasnt part of the deall" line So we fight some fanatics, who are actually not pushovers at all. There are only ten of them to our four, but they killed Barque and Dyson, and I got a level 4 to the lower abdomen (which is actually about as good as dying) before Chip burns a bunch of Luck to press the bombard right up against the last dude's back, and then shoot through him to hit the Paladin, who, in the middle of his own conversation, picked up the fisherman and moved him into the way Still, two bodies isnt enough to stop a hand cannon, and the Paladin was thrown right off his feet onto his ass, with a honking big hole in his chest. Chip tries to help me, but his surgery score is s---. The only reason I survived was, it turned out, because the Icon of Sin prevented me from dying until he could get me to a surgeon. In the fuss, we forgot to check the Paladin. That came back to haunt us late □ OP 01/14/13(Mon)06.49 No.22578893 Repies:-32STaazm22ST3222 So, after this first encounter, we were marked. The Paladins' henchmen didn't know us by face or name, but the Paladins themselves could tell that we were bad guys. I figured it's some sort of faction thing, they could just tell if you had f----- with their s--- before Anyway, I was down and out for a few sessions, so I took on a temporary PC in the form of my characters uncle, and went off with Chip to try and get the artifact to our employer. The employer was a wealthy patron in a wealthy trade city, also in llegon but further north. We didn't want to risk going by ship specially since the artifact might've been connected to water somehow, so we went by land We figured out that we were being followed, and fast. We saw fires appear in the treeline, and sometimes even right off the paths we were walking on. Spontaneous fire is a big sign that He Who Will Be is watching, so we hustled up and went to grab some new meat sh-FRIENDS, I mean friends, yes We picked up some more muscle in a city that I think had a name, but I cant remember. Our dead friends players, as a badass halberdier named Dutchie, and a Viking looking for revenge against the people who had slaughtered his fleet in the Battle of Black Day (which none of us were present for, but we got a brief poem on it) which, obviously, were the Paladins We made it to the city unmolested, but for the grace of god, and even to our employer's house before things started getting fun. □ OP 01/14/13(Mon)06:58 No 22578962 Replies Anyway, we go in to his manor, and tum in our find, and our employer has this flock of inventors and scholors and scribes there to receive it. They all start prattling on about from the deep and 'bones of the ancients' and 'echoes of the hollow and just everything else that you'd expect people trying to make impressive to their boss would a find sound I say "1 got stabbed in the stomach and it kept me alive." and the aristocrat raises an eyebrow. Like, he didn't actually expect it to do anything. But it does, in fact, when he puts it in seawater, it begins letting out this creepy sound, like a whalesong played with way too much bass. He frowns at it, and says that this wasn't what he asked for, we were supposed to bring him a fake that we was having smuggled in, it was supposed to be full of silkworm cacoons. He then looks up, and he's horrified, and says "you brought a Deep Charm into my house!?" And then there's a crash from downstairs, as the door breaks in, and there's shouting and the clashing of steel. Chip and I get this feeling like our tongues are being pulled on by some invisible force. This, I would later discover, was the sign that Paladins a say ing you □ OP 01/14/13(Mon)07. 12 No.22579053 Replea 2257310amsram The aristocrat takes a bag of gold (our pay) and puts it on the table, and tells us hell pay us double if we take the charm and get the f--- out of his house before the gestappo gets upstairs. Chip is already loading his gun. I take the money and the charm, and our dear employer flees behind a bookcase on tracks into a panic room, along with two maids and some of his scribes. The rest flee further upstairs while we prepare to fight our way out The first men into the room are funkies, same as we fought before. This time we were a bit better prepared. We took them out, and pushed our way downstairs, and then out into the coutyard and towards the stables And lo and behold, who comes around the corner the second after Chip fires off his shot? It's Paladin Bane. Up until this moment, we've only heard him speak once, and the GM paraphrased him. This time he does a voice. The Bane Voice. A firearm is an effective tool... When loaded." he says. Chip hefts the thing like a club, and gets ready to fight as more of the Paladin's flunkies armive. We're not even hurt yet (l think the Viking got hit once, but it was a low level bludgeoning wound, those dont do anything really), but we're outnumbered and this time, Chip doesn't have a bullet to save us Give me the charm, and I will kill you." we don't bother going through the "dont you mean OR you'll kill us?" Shtick with him. We know damn well what he means. He gives the signal for his men to attack, and they do. He hangs back, watching. The callousness of the Paladins towards their own mens deaths might actually be intentional, maybe they like winnowing out the weak. Maybe it's how they recruit. Hell if I know We fought for a few rounds. The numbers were less stacked against us this time, but when we vanquished them, the Paladin was still there, and we were all cut up and bleeding. I've got the charm, my character at the moment wasnt even at the original event, I don't care enough to die over this. | OP 01/14/13(Mon)07:19 No.22579 109 Reples: n22579180 >>22579262 So I threaten to break the damn thing if he doesnt let us go. I was sure it wouldn't work, but the Paladin actually hesitates, and says "l mean to break the item anyway." But he's not very convincing. So I start making like I'm going to snap it in half, and he relents, moving out of the way of the stables so t we can go However, as we're mounting up. more of his men arrive, and some of them have guns. I hold the item up in front of me, and look at the Paladin. He tells his men to discharge their weapons into the air, as a show of faith. Im actually pretty impressed with that, so I toss him the item. We already got paid for it after all s hands, he tears it in half, seriously wrenching these golden eels apart like licorice twizzlers. And something happens. He starts smoking, this black ashy soot starts floating off o and he lets out this keening. inhuman how. His men start freaking out, the horses The instant, the INSTANT it start freaking out, and we start freaking out because of all the f------ Willpower tests we're making at difficulty 1 OP 01/14/13(Mon)07:27 No.22579180 Repies: 222579220 3222579262 3222579478 222579744 22582053 I'll tell him. Hell be glad to know tg/s not a bunch of jerks. He must've just had a bad experience o we o and succeed. Chi ais. and starts screaming abou being made o o s. The V king succeeds gets off his horse, and ushes he Paladin hurring and durring it up. So I grab his reins and bolt, leading him to safety while the Viking fights utchie passes and his ass s out o here instantly. spurred and gone want to help the 눼king but Chips guy isn't thinking straight. and his horse s was esent in character for that fight, but I was present OOC, obviously. Whatever breaking that amulet had done gave him some sort of aura of insanity. The Viking. however, flew into a berserk rage, and wasnt about to let a little thing like madness slow him down. He failed round two, didn't give a f--- What he did give a f--- about was that the Paladin's combat pool was at least ten higher than any of ours, and he was wielding a burning sword. Ever tried parrying a buming sword? It sucks! The man got a hit in, and dented in the Paladin's armor. Maybe it was the insanity (it was described as making the world look bizarre, red-coated, like a combination of a Dali painting and Geigers nightmares) but the guy bled yellow light instead of blood The Viking's hair and furs had been on fire for a few rounds now, and the next one set his beard ablaze. The Paladin's final act of cruelty was, somehow, sucking all of the rage out of the defeated Viking, switching off his berserk fury. He died terribly aware of his own anguish, and totally insane □ OP 01/14/13(Mon)07 31 No.22579220 Repies:M22579350 2222579180 We fled for two days. We caught up with Dutchie, and made our way back to where my character was still recovering. My Uncle (thank God he lived, he was the source of my characters wealth!) departed, with the intent of finding a stiff drink to help him forget what he'd just seen, and we were left with the haunting notion of our new enemy Chip, Dutchie and I sat at the table, planning our next move, and one by one, we each felt that pressure on our tongues, as the Paladin turned his gaze to us again. S--- be real yo. And that's all for my stories tonight, but I'm gonna be back. This is such a nice board. Anonymous 01/14/13(Mon)0731 No.22579222 Replies:--22579244 Aside from the Bane-isms, this Paladin guy is coming off a lot like Anton Chigur from No Country For Old Men, just a force of nature you can'tr ly oppose. Your GM is absolute god-tier □ OP 01/14/1 3(Mon)06:36 No 22578783 Repies2ms78803-222578868 22578710 That's a major plot point. Ill give you the short version now, but one of my stories does relate to how we discovered this. The Paladins aren't actually powered by their own deity (if what we know now is true,) they're powered by ours. They're like leeches, sent to kill off all opposition by absorbing divine energies. They do this, basically, via iconoclasm. Destroying our temples, burning our holy books, breaking our relics, and killing our priests gives them power, and worse, gives them powers related to the deity they're mugging lot of them have sun-related powers because they basically sacked the Vatican of a country that worships the Unconquerable Sun. The older, more dangerous ones have a recurring theme of magic hammers, nets, and shapeshifting, suggesting that they took it from the Norse Anonymous 01/14/13(Mon)08.06 No. 22579506 Reples: 22579550 2258093322582013-22582755-22584240 804537 jpg-(63 KB, 522x700, M90642-Teutonic-Knights-1(...)jpg) He Who Will Be (What He Will Be) Lovecraftian Horror Servants Destroying and absorbing other religions Created Hell Their default power is flaming swords Invading from another world Yahweh. Hope you guys like Germans, because that's the next step

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The tale of mister Bomardini

□ Anonymous 09/04/10(Sat)18:10 No.11 952743團困 Your wish is my command Mister Bombardini was a man of simple, refined tastes. He was also a Macellarius, which to those who dont know/care get to actually eat flesh for Vitae and such. Playing against the usual angst and-gloom of the group, he was presented as an upper class gourmand seeking nothing more than the simple pleasures of eating children and crazy people Fortunately, the GM was willing to allow Bloodlines, and because he (sort of) fit in with the rest of the group, it was allowed. The rest of the group was playing a bunch of angst-goth Mekhet, all wearing leather and packing giant revolvers, so Mister Bombardini was quite out of place in carefully-maintained suit and with his fussy little napkin The point of him was to show it's possible to be dark and evil without actually being over-the-top, oversexualized creatures of the dark. Stats werent the greatest because I dislike the min-maxing of a lot of Bloodline users, but he worked as a combat monster. The first sign of trouble came when l 'accidentally' pulled away a victim from one of the other players, managing to kill their dice rolls and charm them by being a cheerful, fat old man in a nice suit and promises of patronage for the NPC. Y'see, I pulled a victim away from a player who was using the game as wish-fulfillment, and that is a no-no in crazy groups □ Anonymous 09/04/10(Sat) 18:16 No.1 1952794團困 2P Now, after succeeding in eating the random art student and getting ridiculous levels of Vitae, Mister Bombardini decided that it would be a good idea to be a team player for a little while. Now, as a rule, I try to avoid using out-of-game knowledge, but the situation that next arose just called for it. The GM had us running around attempting to 'procure' slaves for some sort of magical o---, and could see where things would end up (Players bring human stock, told to f--- off by vampire we were trying to unseat from their position of power, players get angry, fight ensues) So, in his meek little manner, I voiced my concerns for their plan to raid a bunch of fraternities and sororities (wish fulfillment amirite?) for people and instead suggested a route that wouldnt get us killed. This was, of course, immediately shouted down by all other players, and so he continued being his meek little self. Couple sessions down the road, things have gone as thought they would. At least one player had a character killed and, in true angst fashion, created a carbon copy with poorly-explained reasons for wanting revenge. We're talking "Erase name on sheet, play character again" levels of copy Now, as a gentleman, Mister Bombardini did not, as a rule, enjoy working with these young upstarts, and so decides that a little political maneuveri 09 8:23 No. 11952860 credibly fat man in a suit who tended to eat an At t victims he managed to get alone, and due to the bloodline traits, was pretty damn hard to stop from doing that Politics came in when I cut a deal with the aforementioned plot villain and offered to sell out the group (They were breaking the Masquerade HARD at that point) i This own. Despit c (Doi avin 52951 N This character justification because, up until this point, he'd been helping them with their insane schemes. They su stop them from trying very hard. In the session before Mister out to t n out-0 eded in locking the fre nd left, de nding that the GM si e the he GM had me run through some cops and a local action news crew. After consuming them, Mister Bombardini was sligh So p------, the rules were off, and these f------ needed to die Because they were the stereotypes, the rest of the party co ed to a goth club to celebrate ridding themselves of the fat e. When one of them (Butthurtp s the ni wen The session ended on that high note, and the player demanded that I leave their character alone, because "This actually means something to me!" At this point, there was a lot of shouting, because they figured I was an ass for even considering hurting their precious characters, despite the fact they all just tried to kill mine □ Anonymous 09/04/10(Sat) 18:47 No.11 953155團困 P3 "With a final gasp, Mister Bombardini falls into Final Death" While I was out, it was decided that the Torreador was offended by his Lack of refinement in appearance (despite wearing a well-kept suit and generally being the only in the party not lookin That owws wh

□ Anonymous 09/04/10(Sat)18:10 No.11 952743團困 Your wish is my command Mister Bombardini was a man of simple, refined tastes. He was also a Macellarius, which to those who dont know/care get to actually eat flesh for Vitae and such. Playing against the usual angst and-gloom of the group, he was presented as an upper class gourmand seeking nothing more than the simple pleasures of eating children and crazy people Fortunately, the GM was willing to allow Bloodlines, and because he (sort of) fit in with the rest of the group, it was allowed. The rest of the group was playing a bunch of angst-goth Mekhet, all wearing leather and packing giant revolvers, so Mister Bombardini was quite out of place in carefully-maintained suit and with his fussy little napkin The point of him was to show it's possible to be dark and evil without actually being over-the-top, oversexualized creatures of the dark. Stats werent the greatest because I dislike the min-maxing of a lot of Bloodline users, but he worked as a combat monster. The first sign of trouble came when l 'accidentally' pulled away a victim from one of the other players, managing to kill their dice rolls and charm them by being a cheerful, fat old man in a nice suit and promises of patronage for the NPC. Y'see, I pulled a victim away from a player who was using the game as wish-fulfillment, and that is a no-no in crazy groups □ Anonymous 09/04/10(Sat) 18:16 No.1 1952794團困 2P Now, after succeeding in eating the random art student and getting ridiculous levels of Vitae, Mister Bombardini decided that it would be a good idea to be a team player for a little while. Now, as a rule, I try to avoid using out-of-game knowledge, but the situation that next arose just called for it. The GM had us running around attempting to 'procure' slaves for some sort of magical o---, and could see where things would end up (Players bring human stock, told to f--- off by vampire we were trying to unseat from their position of power, players get angry, fight ensues) So, in his meek little manner, I voiced my concerns for their plan to raid a bunch of fraternities and sororities (wish fulfillment amirite?) for people and instead suggested a route that wouldnt get us killed. This was, of course, immediately shouted down by all other players, and so he continued being his meek little self. Couple sessions down the road, things have gone as thought they would. At least one player had a character killed and, in true angst fashion, created a carbon copy with poorly-explained reasons for wanting revenge. We're talking "Erase name on sheet, play character again" levels of copy Now, as a gentleman, Mister Bombardini did not, as a rule, enjoy working with these young upstarts, and so decides that a little political maneuveri 09 8:23 No. 11952860 credibly fat man in a suit who tended to eat an At t victims he managed to get alone, and due to the bloodline traits, was pretty damn hard to stop from doing that Politics came in when I cut a deal with the aforementioned plot villain and offered to sell out the group (They were breaking the Masquerade HARD at that point) i This own. Despit c (Doi avin 52951 N This character justification because, up until this point, he'd been helping them with their insane schemes. They su stop them from trying very hard. In the session before Mister out to t n out-0 eded in locking the fre nd left, de nding that the GM si e the he GM had me run through some cops and a local action news crew. After consuming them, Mister Bombardini was sligh So p------, the rules were off, and these f------ needed to die Because they were the stereotypes, the rest of the party co ed to a goth club to celebrate ridding themselves of the fat e. When one of them (Butthurtp s the ni wen The session ended on that high note, and the player demanded that I leave their character alone, because "This actually means something to me!" At this point, there was a lot of shouting, because they figured I was an ass for even considering hurting their precious characters, despite the fact they all just tried to kill mine □ Anonymous 09/04/10(Sat) 18:47 No.11 953155團困 P3 "With a final gasp, Mister Bombardini falls into Final Death" While I was out, it was decided that the Torreador was offended by his Lack of refinement in appearance (despite wearing a well-kept suit and generally being the only in the party not lookin That owws wh

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the summer of quests

File: elephant-seal-1.jpg (201 KB, 1000x695) bionic seal quest Anonymous 05/27/14(Tue)03:30:59 No.32389342 you are bionic seal roll for your fate [Reply] P2 Anonymous 05/27/14(Tue)03:31:51 No.32389359 Rolled 71 >32389342 Ascension Anonymous 05/27/14(Tue)03:33:01 No.32389383 32389359 you won Anonymous 05/27/14(Tue)03:59:34 No.32389647 >32389383 Sweet Good quest everybody. Fun times were had File: tmp_IMAG0782993369643.jpg (1.89 MB, 1840x3264) □ Anonymous 05/27/14(Tue)03:46:54 No.32389518 [Reply] Why ie thie hitch so nricev? Sha's chean to cast sure hut w-- is using those ahilitiae affectivay? Ara Madnese decke that nonular

File: elephant-seal-1.jpg (201 KB, 1000x695) bionic seal quest Anonymous 05/27/14(Tue)03:30:59 No.32389342 you are bionic seal roll for your fate [Reply] P2 Anonymous 05/27/14(Tue)03:31:51 No.32389359 Rolled 71 >32389342 Ascension Anonymous 05/27/14(Tue)03:33:01 No.32389383 32389359 you won Anonymous 05/27/14(Tue)03:59:34 No.32389647 >32389383 Sweet Good quest everybody. Fun times were had File: tmp_IMAG0782993369643.jpg (1.89 MB, 1840x3264) □ Anonymous 05/27/14(Tue)03:46:54 No.32389518 [Reply] Why ie thie hitch so nricev? Sha's chean to cast sure hut w-- is using those ahilitiae affectivay? Ara Madnese decke that nonular

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crows nest man

Anonymous 05/29/13(Wed)01:47 UTC+2 No.25098598 Replies: 25098655250988892509903525101686 P> Oh Krod had a lot of fun in a short set of campaigns. At one point, Krod is hanging with his group as we travel by river. When the GM notes we are passing another boat, he asked us where we were. I said Krod was in the Crow's nest GM: The boat is too small, there is no crow's nest. Me: .he built one. GM: He can't build a crow's nest Me: I haven't chosen a craft skill yet. "Krod is carpenter in free time. He enjoy working with hands in way that doesn't require he put down tarp." GM: "Sigh* you have no tools. Me: Krod glares at some spare planks and they know better than to not be a crow's nest. I roll to intimidate the wood! GM: ...roll it. Krod now has the craft skill: Angry Carpenter

Anonymous 05/29/13(Wed)01:47 UTC+2 No.25098598 Replies: 25098655250988892509903525101686 P> Oh Krod had a lot of fun in a short set of campaigns. At one point, Krod is hanging with his group as we travel by river. When the GM notes we are passing another boat, he asked us where we were. I said Krod was in the Crow's nest GM: The boat is too small, there is no crow's nest. Me: .he built one. GM: He can't build a crow's nest Me: I haven't chosen a craft skill yet. "Krod is carpenter in free time. He enjoy working with hands in way that doesn't require he put down tarp." GM: "Sigh* you have no tools. Me: Krod glares at some spare planks and they know better than to not be a crow's nest. I roll to intimidate the wood! GM: ...roll it. Krod now has the craft skill: Angry Carpenter

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remove furry

□ Anonymous 11/21/14 (Fri) 04:21:15 ID: ba3dac No.381004ー381028 File (hide): 14165734 ipg (10.6 KB, 210x240, 78. Mumm Re.ipa) 724757 >WWIll wipes out nearly all the humans on Earth >only some mutants are left, and you, a mummy now bound to immortal servitude to Ancient Egyptian Gods who actually exist, prove they exist and actually give you powers for worshipping them >sleep for thousands of years >a bunch of f------ furries crash on your planet and decide that Third Earth should now be "New Thundara" and attempt to colonize your f------ planet >try to remove fur-kebab sare apparently the bad guy

□ Anonymous 11/21/14 (Fri) 04:21:15 ID: ba3dac No.381004ー381028 File (hide): 14165734 ipg (10.6 KB, 210x240, 78. Mumm Re.ipa) 724757 >WWIll wipes out nearly all the humans on Earth >only some mutants are left, and you, a mummy now bound to immortal servitude to Ancient Egyptian Gods who actually exist, prove they exist and actually give you powers for worshipping them >sleep for thousands of years >a bunch of f------ furries crash on your planet and decide that Third Earth should now be "New Thundara" and attempt to colonize your f------ planet >try to remove fur-kebab sare apparently the bad guy

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bricks

Anonymous 11/30/09(Mon)00:25 No.6930981 Best thing that ever happened was in a game of Dark Herasy Started on some planet, cant even remember what it was called. Started with humans fighting orks, but we were sent there to investigate the possibility of cult activity. We didn't find them in time, and they managed to use the deaths of all the orks and Guardsmen to fuel a blood ritual of Khorne. We all went OH S---. and started getting as many ciwies out as possible, guardsmen started to retreat too and an extermanatus was called in We ended up being one of the last groups off planet, doing s--- like collapsing buildings and s--- to slow the Chaos hordes advance Then, on the home streatch, roughly 120 yards away from our craft, KHARN THE F------ BETRAYER comes out of a side alley about 60 yards behind us Anonymous 11/30/09(Mon)00:32 No.6931083 6930981 misspelled 'stretch', continuing story The inquisitor leading the group was obviously about to dramatic last stand to let us escape My guy was a standerd Guardsman, and kind of Gimped so l beat him to the punch, GM made the best W-- face I've ever seen, and rolls with it. So I whip out my melta and a gernade, launching one and shooting the other ran into a three story brick building yelling a challenge at Kharn He went 'oh yay, one of the is brave enough to actually fight back and followed me Shooting away, I ran up a staircase, which collapsed underneath him and he sat there going WARP DAMMIT. I kept shooting at him, though all I was doing was superficial damage and he got P----- that this lone guardsman had outsmarted him and kept shooting, so he knocked out all the buildings supports Anonymous 11/30/09(Mon)00:45 No.6931236 6931083 I managed to bail out the window, and took only a little damage, at this point some doohickey on the ship broke and the techpreist was trying to fix it, I looked over and went why are you guys still f------ here!?! At this point Kharn came out of the rubble, saw that I was still alive and started to go into a berserker rage to end ALL berserker rages I looked at the GM.. Me: Well f---. GM: you have a moment before he charges, got anything you want to try? Me: Like what? that was my last gernade, my melta broke jumping out the damn window and if he gets close enough that I can use my mono-knife I'm beyond f-----, to top it off, even if I managed to get to the ship before he catches me, they won't have f------ thing fixed in time GM: Yeah, sucks to be you then Me: *sigh* describe my suroundings GM: Kharn's roughly 20 feet away from you, and your ship's about a hundred yards away. The ground around you is littered with bricks and broken glass, and Me: I throw a brick at him. GM: Who? Me: Kharn GM: Why? Me: Why the f--- not? I'm dead anyway, might as well give him the finger before I go GM: ok roll for it (I hit him easily, he's right there and is about 15 feet tall) GM: Alright, roll damage Me....ten G ten ol das Gm... roll again Me.... ten Gm... roll again Me....ten Gm: f------ seriously? Anonymous 11/30/09(Mon)00:53 No.6931352 6931236 continued I basically rolled 20 something tens and an eight and one shotted Kharn with a brick. The GM described it as me hitting some kind of exposed weak point in his armor, revealed by dropping a building on him I choose to believe I threw the Brick that damned Hard. Either way, my guy got some awesome rewards, that brick became a super holy Demon slayer and I now carry it around in a hip holster F------ best part was when we went back to Terra for some reason, some bigwigs were all: Show us the weapon that Killed Kharn, noble warrior of the Imperium. Then, with no ceremony at all, I handed them the brick. They though I was mocking them and tried to have me executed, until my COs stepped in and went no, no... it's really the brick

Anonymous 11/30/09(Mon)00:25 No.6930981 Best thing that ever happened was in a game of Dark Herasy Started on some planet, cant even remember what it was called. Started with humans fighting orks, but we were sent there to investigate the possibility of cult activity. We didn't find them in time, and they managed to use the deaths of all the orks and Guardsmen to fuel a blood ritual of Khorne. We all went OH S---. and started getting as many ciwies out as possible, guardsmen started to retreat too and an extermanatus was called in We ended up being one of the last groups off planet, doing s--- like collapsing buildings and s--- to slow the Chaos hordes advance Then, on the home streatch, roughly 120 yards away from our craft, KHARN THE F------ BETRAYER comes out of a side alley about 60 yards behind us Anonymous 11/30/09(Mon)00:32 No.6931083 6930981 misspelled 'stretch', continuing story The inquisitor leading the group was obviously about to dramatic last stand to let us escape My guy was a standerd Guardsman, and kind of Gimped so l beat him to the punch, GM made the best W-- face I've ever seen, and rolls with it. So I whip out my melta and a gernade, launching one and shooting the other ran into a three story brick building yelling a challenge at Kharn He went 'oh yay, one of the is brave enough to actually fight back and followed me Shooting away, I ran up a staircase, which collapsed underneath him and he sat there going WARP DAMMIT. I kept shooting at him, though all I was doing was superficial damage and he got P----- that this lone guardsman had outsmarted him and kept shooting, so he knocked out all the buildings supports Anonymous 11/30/09(Mon)00:45 No.6931236 6931083 I managed to bail out the window, and took only a little damage, at this point some doohickey on the ship broke and the techpreist was trying to fix it, I looked over and went why are you guys still f------ here!?! At this point Kharn came out of the rubble, saw that I was still alive and started to go into a berserker rage to end ALL berserker rages I looked at the GM.. Me: Well f---. GM: you have a moment before he charges, got anything you want to try? Me: Like what? that was my last gernade, my melta broke jumping out the damn window and if he gets close enough that I can use my mono-knife I'm beyond f-----, to top it off, even if I managed to get to the ship before he catches me, they won't have f------ thing fixed in time GM: Yeah, sucks to be you then Me: *sigh* describe my suroundings GM: Kharn's roughly 20 feet away from you, and your ship's about a hundred yards away. The ground around you is littered with bricks and broken glass, and Me: I throw a brick at him. GM: Who? Me: Kharn GM: Why? Me: Why the f--- not? I'm dead anyway, might as well give him the finger before I go GM: ok roll for it (I hit him easily, he's right there and is about 15 feet tall) GM: Alright, roll damage Me....ten G ten ol das Gm... roll again Me.... ten Gm... roll again Me....ten Gm: f------ seriously? Anonymous 11/30/09(Mon)00:53 No.6931352 6931236 continued I basically rolled 20 something tens and an eight and one shotted Kharn with a brick. The GM described it as me hitting some kind of exposed weak point in his armor, revealed by dropping a building on him I choose to believe I threw the Brick that damned Hard. Either way, my guy got some awesome rewards, that brick became a super holy Demon slayer and I now carry it around in a hip holster F------ best part was when we went back to Terra for some reason, some bigwigs were all: Show us the weapon that Killed Kharn, noble warrior of the Imperium. Then, with no ceremony at all, I handed them the brick. They though I was mocking them and tried to have me executed, until my COs stepped in and went no, no... it's really the brick

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halfing the dm

Halfling's friend 01/13/12(Fri)19:50 No.17533545 By Saftron, Reginald had left the party, as had the Mexican and Brion, all due to personal problems. Such is lfe The Gym Leader wasn't home, and so they were led, one by one, through the biggest clusterfuck they have ever experienced. The Gym played with them, having them fight impossible fights and was set to take advantage of their weaknesses Halfing got caught in a forest of 50-foot tall angry Exeggutor, Mr. Badass had to deal with being stuck in an empty, endless library. Jay had to deal with his fear of Scythers and his memory of losing his eye to one, and Sir Grunt, a good roleplayer always, had a mental breakdown after thinking he lost his Mudkip, causing himself to literally piece his life back together in an elaborate puzzle They all left there a ltle rattled, but badge in hand and with new feat-esque abilties that helped combat their weaknesses. Sir Grunt got a reroll once per encounter on attacks, a way to counteract his bad luck and show how he was improving as a traines Saffron also had the most interesting side-plot, with Mr. Badass and Halfing focusing on geting Silph help on taking down the Rockets, while Jay and Sir Grunt fought the Dojo master, something I really wished the Mexican was there for After Saffron, the Rocket threat was all but wiped up in mainland Kanto Halifling's friend 01/13/12(Fri)19:53 No. 17533575 lt was here I made the biggest mistake in my Dming career.I will always look back at this with a mix of guilt, distrust, and rage Halfling's friend 01/13/12(Fri)19:56 No. 17533618 I was not going to be able to DM the following weekend, had things to do Halfing asked if he could try his hand at DMing >After sitting down with him, making sure he had an outline of my plans on Cinnabar, and instructing him to do a short session on the trip to Cinnabar, and gave him some appropriate plot l then went home to deal with a family crisis, ully trusting my friend to handle it well. Anonymous 01/13/12(Frn)19 58 No.17533636 File 1326502691.pn-44 KB, 170x181, 1319726181123 png) S--- a just got real Anonymous 01/13/12(Fri)19 58 No. 17533637 Letting Halfling DM This isn't going to end well. If there's going to be a train wreck here's hoping for the most awkward and paintul one possible Halfling's friend 01/13/12Fri)20:10 No.17533783 came back to、 it could only be described as a goddamn mess Halfing had ignored my suggested hooks, and darkened the campaign insanely >The party had split their efforts to go to Cinnabar, with Mr. Badass, and Sir Grunt taking a small ferry >On the High Seas, with no escape route present, the ran into a Team Rocket BATTLESHIP. A Battleship Desperately fending off what is now Team Rocket Pirates, Hafing's character is "captured, despite others on board dying Sir Grunt and Mr. Badass then had to fend off FIVE WAILORDS, on a sinking ship, as the Rockets made off to Cinnabar after capturing a single person and killing the vast majority of the crew Each of them lost a pokemon >They managed to limp to the island on an injured Marshtomp, and they made a daring rescue mission of Halfing's character. Into the Rocket's underwater base. Underwater Sir Grunt held off the BBEG so Mr. Badass could free Halfing (who was fine, by the way). Sir Grunt lost the remainder of his Luck points that day, and would have lost his Marshtompi Mr. Badass hadnt said "F--- it and had Onix dig through the hull as a last ditch escape Session Halflings friend 01/13/12(Frij20:13 No.17533823 lt tums out that Halfing's character and the rescue party only survived because Arceus helped them ashore, and then went and finished off the Rocket base. That's right, f------ Arceus, had a personal vendetta against the Rockets. Great job there Notice how I have yet to mention Jay yet? s friend Jay, having finally trained up his Pidgeot, had flown to his mother's house. He had been sending his weaker pokemon there, where they were out of harms way He dropped off a few, and lelt the house with onily Pidgeot and his Arcanine, off to Cinnaba On his way there, the tranquil air had turned to a blizzard, and he could catch something fleeting through his vision every once in a while After being repelled from his route by a blizzard, a lightning storm, and quite literally invisible walls, Jay found himself facing a small, pink pokemon, the pokemon he had spent his life looking for after a childhood sighting. Mew Haliflings friend 01/13/12(Frij20:25 No.17533981 While the above were out of nowhere, incredibly dangerous scenes, that were not expected to be solved without player death, and involved bringing a god into the game with a random vendetta against the Rockets, what he did to Jay was the final straw. 25 No Halfling's friend 01/13/12Fri)20:28 No.17534035 He had recounted the events to me clearly "You have to go back It spoke Jay attempted to soldier on, but it kept placing obstacles in his way. He spent the majonity of the session simply attempting to fly to Cinnabar, as the others fought through the -lt blocked his path in more and more lethal ways, invisible walls and inclement weather becoming malicious tornados and direct strikes of lightning aimed towards him :8y this time Jay, a established psychic at the time, had sensed his friend's distress on a relatively high check He would not be stopped Mew 1 will not delay you any longer, but I must tell you that you will face consequences if you continue Jay forged ahead, and the skies cleared. He reached soon before the party, and was the one who witnessed Arceus dragging them ashore >His phone rang Halfling's friend 01/13/12(Frij20:35 No. 17534114 Upon hearing the news, he immediately rushed back to his home, a small cottage just shy of Viridian Forest His house had been reduced to ashes, chunks of his pokemon scattered in all directions A gasping breath brought him to the collapsed house, where his mother was pinned and bleeding >As she died in his arms, he saw a quick motion out of the comer of his eye Jay found himself facing a small, pink pokemon, the pokemon he had spent his life looking for after a childhood sighting Mew It smiled, and left him there Halfling's friend 01/13/12(Frij20:41 No. 17534193 lf these were not reasons enough to hate Halfing, when confronted about the mess he made, he was unable to comprehend how it was a bad thing The campaign got put on hiatus... A retcon would feel hollow, a reminder of things lost, yet continuing the story was impossible 기 only ecent y ended the campaign, with an ever-so-sl ht re con . o g the death 0 Ja s mother it had been Rocket members in my re con, and Mew had amwed too late attempting to tum back to save her, but unable to t y con un cate a th ng but the vaguest Without a BBEG, my storyline ruined, and gods already introduced, ending the campaign wasnt easy Anonymous 01/13/12Fri)20:42 No.17534211 17534193 Too anti-climactic. You didn't punch the f-------. I'm out Halfling's friend 01/13/12(Frij20.43 No.17534218 I punched him where it hurt most, Anon. Anonymous 01/13 12(Fri)20:44 No.17534231 17534218 Better of been his pride, or his testicles Halfling's friend 01/13/12(Frij20:46 No. 17534253 The final session was a whirl of insanity In an attempt at creating the ultimate pokemon from a digital program, the Cinnabar labs went too far, and comupted it on transfer to reality lt ate... everything. Absolutely everything Any attempts at trying to ight t only enlarged its chittering mass Halfing wanted grimdark. and I gave him grimdark. His Primape fell to Missingno as it devoured the island, unstoppable and insatiable Anonymous 01/13/12(Fri)2046 No. 17534262 17534253 Anonymous 01/13 12(Frn)20:47 No.17534270 17534262 he punched him in the soul and then it became infenior digimons, right? Halfling's friend 01/13/12(Fril)20:53 No. 17534331 One by one, every weapon brought to bear against it failed lt was content to stay on the island for a while, but then it began to devour the ocean, slowly growing >With Oak and Giovanni's urgings, the hunted down Mewtwo. Four on One, armed with Masterballs, the fight was one-sided The party did not stand a chance If not for Mr. Badass mentioning Giovanni aloud, they would have all perished there Mr. Badass managed to strike a deal with Mewtwohis assistance for Giovanni's head >With that, they retumed to the island and made their final stand Halfling's friend 01/13/12(Frij21:01 No.17534434 뇌 had earier ruled that I would be remo ng a good number of Halfings luck points to account for is surnal in the Rocket base, and a god helpng him After the f t with Mewtwo none remained Unfortunately for Halfing, his brute force manner of fighting caused him to take a good amount of damage throughout the battle. His Snorlax fell to the cloud of comuption Nearly immune to attacks, only damageable by fire, they did the only thing they could think of With titanic effort, Mewtwo caused the Volcano on Cinnabar to erupt, and the spewing magma and suffocating cloud was enough to bury the creature forever Not before Blastoise fainted, and was consumed should point out that other players did not get out unscathed as well, with Mr Badass's Onix and Sir Grum's Vileplume falling to the eldritch mass. With the final blow struck, and the magma hardening, the epilogue begun Halfling's friend 01/13/12(Frij21:09 No.17534549 Giovanni spent the rest of his life living in a cave, Mewtwo deeming this a fitting punishment for him. Leaving was impossible, lving with only food stores and a small radio >Mr Badass traveled the world, in search of stronger tests for himself He was known throughout the regions as a legend. Halfing tried for the Pokemon League, but was bested by Sir Grunt in the semi-finals, never reaching his dream. Halling became the Viridian Gym Leader, and had to train a whole new team for the Sir Grunt became Pokemon League Champion, and then set off to travel with Mr. Badass Jay settled down, marrying the Copycat and rebuilding his home. He opened up a small daycare, and lived a life of quiet happiness >After a brief, private discussion with Mr. Badass and Sir Grunt, and a perfect capture roll, on more note was added The two had managed to catch something truly remarkable A legendary beyond legendary, and which negotiated its release for a price They had captured Jraichi, and they had one Wish again END

Halfling's friend 01/13/12(Fri)19:50 No.17533545 By Saftron, Reginald had left the party, as had the Mexican and Brion, all due to personal problems. Such is lfe The Gym Leader wasn't home, and so they were led, one by one, through the biggest clusterfuck they have ever experienced. The Gym played with them, having them fight impossible fights and was set to take advantage of their weaknesses Halfing got caught in a forest of 50-foot tall angry Exeggutor, Mr. Badass had to deal with being stuck in an empty, endless library. Jay had to deal with his fear of Scythers and his memory of losing his eye to one, and Sir Grunt, a good roleplayer always, had a mental breakdown after thinking he lost his Mudkip, causing himself to literally piece his life back together in an elaborate puzzle They all left there a ltle rattled, but badge in hand and with new feat-esque abilties that helped combat their weaknesses. Sir Grunt got a reroll once per encounter on attacks, a way to counteract his bad luck and show how he was improving as a traines Saffron also had the most interesting side-plot, with Mr. Badass and Halfing focusing on geting Silph help on taking down the Rockets, while Jay and Sir Grunt fought the Dojo master, something I really wished the Mexican was there for After Saffron, the Rocket threat was all but wiped up in mainland Kanto Halifling's friend 01/13/12(Fri)19:53 No. 17533575 lt was here I made the biggest mistake in my Dming career.I will always look back at this with a mix of guilt, distrust, and rage Halfling's friend 01/13/12(Fri)19:56 No. 17533618 I was not going to be able to DM the following weekend, had things to do Halfing asked if he could try his hand at DMing >After sitting down with him, making sure he had an outline of my plans on Cinnabar, and instructing him to do a short session on the trip to Cinnabar, and gave him some appropriate plot l then went home to deal with a family crisis, ully trusting my friend to handle it well. Anonymous 01/13/12(Frn)19 58 No.17533636 File 1326502691.pn-44 KB, 170x181, 1319726181123 png) S--- a just got real Anonymous 01/13/12(Fri)19 58 No. 17533637 Letting Halfling DM This isn't going to end well. If there's going to be a train wreck here's hoping for the most awkward and paintul one possible Halfling's friend 01/13/12Fri)20:10 No.17533783 came back to、 it could only be described as a goddamn mess Halfing had ignored my suggested hooks, and darkened the campaign insanely >The party had split their efforts to go to Cinnabar, with Mr. Badass, and Sir Grunt taking a small ferry >On the High Seas, with no escape route present, the ran into a Team Rocket BATTLESHIP. A Battleship Desperately fending off what is now Team Rocket Pirates, Hafing's character is "captured, despite others on board dying Sir Grunt and Mr. Badass then had to fend off FIVE WAILORDS, on a sinking ship, as the Rockets made off to Cinnabar after capturing a single person and killing the vast majority of the crew Each of them lost a pokemon >They managed to limp to the island on an injured Marshtomp, and they made a daring rescue mission of Halfing's character. Into the Rocket's underwater base. Underwater Sir Grunt held off the BBEG so Mr. Badass could free Halfing (who was fine, by the way). Sir Grunt lost the remainder of his Luck points that day, and would have lost his Marshtompi Mr. Badass hadnt said "F--- it and had Onix dig through the hull as a last ditch escape Session Halflings friend 01/13/12(Frij20:13 No.17533823 lt tums out that Halfing's character and the rescue party only survived because Arceus helped them ashore, and then went and finished off the Rocket base. That's right, f------ Arceus, had a personal vendetta against the Rockets. Great job there Notice how I have yet to mention Jay yet? s friend Jay, having finally trained up his Pidgeot, had flown to his mother's house. He had been sending his weaker pokemon there, where they were out of harms way He dropped off a few, and lelt the house with onily Pidgeot and his Arcanine, off to Cinnaba On his way there, the tranquil air had turned to a blizzard, and he could catch something fleeting through his vision every once in a while After being repelled from his route by a blizzard, a lightning storm, and quite literally invisible walls, Jay found himself facing a small, pink pokemon, the pokemon he had spent his life looking for after a childhood sighting. Mew Haliflings friend 01/13/12(Frij20:25 No.17533981 While the above were out of nowhere, incredibly dangerous scenes, that were not expected to be solved without player death, and involved bringing a god into the game with a random vendetta against the Rockets, what he did to Jay was the final straw. 25 No Halfling's friend 01/13/12Fri)20:28 No.17534035 He had recounted the events to me clearly "You have to go back It spoke Jay attempted to soldier on, but it kept placing obstacles in his way. He spent the majonity of the session simply attempting to fly to Cinnabar, as the others fought through the -lt blocked his path in more and more lethal ways, invisible walls and inclement weather becoming malicious tornados and direct strikes of lightning aimed towards him :8y this time Jay, a established psychic at the time, had sensed his friend's distress on a relatively high check He would not be stopped Mew 1 will not delay you any longer, but I must tell you that you will face consequences if you continue Jay forged ahead, and the skies cleared. He reached soon before the party, and was the one who witnessed Arceus dragging them ashore >His phone rang Halfling's friend 01/13/12(Frij20:35 No. 17534114 Upon hearing the news, he immediately rushed back to his home, a small cottage just shy of Viridian Forest His house had been reduced to ashes, chunks of his pokemon scattered in all directions A gasping breath brought him to the collapsed house, where his mother was pinned and bleeding >As she died in his arms, he saw a quick motion out of the comer of his eye Jay found himself facing a small, pink pokemon, the pokemon he had spent his life looking for after a childhood sighting Mew It smiled, and left him there Halfling's friend 01/13/12(Frij20:41 No. 17534193 lf these were not reasons enough to hate Halfing, when confronted about the mess he made, he was unable to comprehend how it was a bad thing The campaign got put on hiatus... A retcon would feel hollow, a reminder of things lost, yet continuing the story was impossible 기 only ecent y ended the campaign, with an ever-so-sl ht re con . o g the death 0 Ja s mother it had been Rocket members in my re con, and Mew had amwed too late attempting to tum back to save her, but unable to t y con un cate a th ng but the vaguest Without a BBEG, my storyline ruined, and gods already introduced, ending the campaign wasnt easy Anonymous 01/13/12Fri)20:42 No.17534211 17534193 Too anti-climactic. You didn't punch the f-------. I'm out Halfling's friend 01/13/12(Frij20.43 No.17534218 I punched him where it hurt most, Anon. Anonymous 01/13 12(Fri)20:44 No.17534231 17534218 Better of been his pride, or his testicles Halfling's friend 01/13/12(Frij20:46 No. 17534253 The final session was a whirl of insanity In an attempt at creating the ultimate pokemon from a digital program, the Cinnabar labs went too far, and comupted it on transfer to reality lt ate... everything. Absolutely everything Any attempts at trying to ight t only enlarged its chittering mass Halfing wanted grimdark. and I gave him grimdark. His Primape fell to Missingno as it devoured the island, unstoppable and insatiable Anonymous 01/13/12(Fri)2046 No. 17534262 17534253 Anonymous 01/13 12(Frn)20:47 No.17534270 17534262 he punched him in the soul and then it became infenior digimons, right? Halfling's friend 01/13/12(Fril)20:53 No. 17534331 One by one, every weapon brought to bear against it failed lt was content to stay on the island for a while, but then it began to devour the ocean, slowly growing >With Oak and Giovanni's urgings, the hunted down Mewtwo. Four on One, armed with Masterballs, the fight was one-sided The party did not stand a chance If not for Mr. Badass mentioning Giovanni aloud, they would have all perished there Mr. Badass managed to strike a deal with Mewtwohis assistance for Giovanni's head >With that, they retumed to the island and made their final stand Halfling's friend 01/13/12(Frij21:01 No.17534434 뇌 had earier ruled that I would be remo ng a good number of Halfings luck points to account for is surnal in the Rocket base, and a god helpng him After the f t with Mewtwo none remained Unfortunately for Halfing, his brute force manner of fighting caused him to take a good amount of damage throughout the battle. His Snorlax fell to the cloud of comuption Nearly immune to attacks, only damageable by fire, they did the only thing they could think of With titanic effort, Mewtwo caused the Volcano on Cinnabar to erupt, and the spewing magma and suffocating cloud was enough to bury the creature forever Not before Blastoise fainted, and was consumed should point out that other players did not get out unscathed as well, with Mr Badass's Onix and Sir Grum's Vileplume falling to the eldritch mass. With the final blow struck, and the magma hardening, the epilogue begun Halfling's friend 01/13/12(Frij21:09 No.17534549 Giovanni spent the rest of his life living in a cave, Mewtwo deeming this a fitting punishment for him. Leaving was impossible, lving with only food stores and a small radio >Mr Badass traveled the world, in search of stronger tests for himself He was known throughout the regions as a legend. Halfing tried for the Pokemon League, but was bested by Sir Grunt in the semi-finals, never reaching his dream. Halling became the Viridian Gym Leader, and had to train a whole new team for the Sir Grunt became Pokemon League Champion, and then set off to travel with Mr. Badass Jay settled down, marrying the Copycat and rebuilding his home. He opened up a small daycare, and lived a life of quiet happiness >After a brief, private discussion with Mr. Badass and Sir Grunt, and a perfect capture roll, on more note was added The two had managed to catch something truly remarkable A legendary beyond legendary, and which negotiated its release for a price They had captured Jraichi, and they had one Wish again END

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KB □I guess this will be a That Guy thread Halfling's friend 01/13/12(Fn)17:28 No 17531839 So gather around tg/, for my tales of 40k. A story of my start to finish, and how it was wrecked by That Guy, a good friend who becomes a complete bitch in every traditional game I have ever played with him. He will be henceforth referred to as Halfing >Get into 40k with a bunch of friends from high school, on the dawn of 5th edition Their armies are: Space Marines, Space Marines, Chaos Space Manines, Space Marines, and Necrons that were never, ever used because I liked the victory by superior technology aspect they had, and the army was recommended by another player irst games are played, relatively enjoyable, getting the hang of the army in small, 500-1000 point 4x4 games Halfling consistently changes the rules to his benefit (Chaos guy), brushed it off as him using stuff from 4th edition and didn't care Consistently won a solid amount of my games due to my meched up army (not a netlist, I just thought the tanks and such were cool) Get constantly tabled by Halfing, thought I was just not good at the game Go online to learn some Tau strategy and tactics, leaming how LoS works, how to use Skimmers to wall off assault routes, using Jet packs to jump in and out of cover, etc Still get beaten to death, only by Halfling, who uncannily manages to be always assaulting Figure I must not know enough about assaults, go re-read the section on assaults thoroughly, find out Halfling was doing them wrong Assume he is just confused due to the edtion change Halfling's P9(101 KB and keep things in the a good idea He consistently breaks the rules and gets told no, offered replays on his turn when his strategies hinge upon breaking the rules >Pouts when told he cant assault my skimmers, slide models around to the back of said skimmer >Pouts when told he should switch to the newer Chaos codex, even when we buy it for him >Pouts, pouts, pouts Calls me a rules-lawyer, tells me by using skimmers and Kroot to deny assault I'm min-maxing States he isnt going to keep playing 40k and takes a hiatus from the game, which effectively shuts down the whole group because his house has a the table we use, the terain we all built together and is the middle-way between the players of the group (as well as the fact that him and his brother are half our group). o represent rivers and mountains, sofas to chill on, a painting area, the works, a secondary table for 4x4) pay out of pocket for materials to build a new table, clear room Doesnt really matter, because my house is a half hour out of the way for the two remaining players, and Halfing's brother isnt coming allone rRoll with it, recruit my brother, he starts up an Eldar force. pants like s--- and doesnt understand much but he is leaming o get the WHOLE Halfling's friend 01/13/12/Fri)17 43 No.1 >Halfling shows up with a list that was literally just two winged lash princes, some Termies in a Raider, a fuckton of Oblits, and the rest of the list filled with meched up Plague Manines This was during a time that all af our lists were built primarily from fluft, with no attempt at min/maxing >We had no idea what we were up against >Play one game against a Marine player, draw, have fun play a game against Halfling on the big table and holy f--- what am I dealing with. Lash princes first turn assaulting my Broadsides from across the map with Lash. >Manage to gun it down next turn, but the other advances, hiding behind a Rhino that is fully obscuring the model (he used a terminator as proxy) Game is a slaughter, as I can't remove Plague Maines who go to ground in cover from the objective, and the Daemon Prince cannot be shot while in assault so just eats every unit I have. We end up tying by objectives, with a lone Fire Warrior securing my objective and a relatively healthy group of Plague y so he can hide their bulk behind Rh nos until they reach their near o al assault ange >M he llo ng weeks, he starts bending he rules in silly ways he refuses to use normal aer on Pn ce models, l stead us ng Ter ators and stating at s a conver o Inevitably all the players begin to min/max to keep up, and players stop having fun, two players stop playing and my brother stops, leaving me, Halfing, and his brother sm Watching Normal looking guy with Guard vs bloated neckbeard Dual Lash Prince Chaos Long Story Short, it's a very close game, need to count VP Guard player wins The Neckbeard howls and i mean literally howls with rage, he then starts yelling and goes crimson claiming the store staf hate him, before beginning to s-- and running out of the store with his carry case Halfling's friend 01/13/12(ri)18:02 No.17532293 團! get the worst of it being Tau...while the Marines could simply take the TH/SS Termies and put up a fightI have no way of delending against assault except for a Kroot Castle 뇌 finally cave and build a min axed static Tau list, and the game literally becomes just my shooting phase since no one can effectively assault a proper Kroot Castle the >He does stupid s--- like changing agreed upon rules (he once insisted his unit could hide in range of an objective in a castle that we all agreed at the beginning of the night was impassable terrain that could not be entered. Bitched that his entire plan revolved around doing so, and that t wasnt fair that we wouldnt let him, despite multiple times explaining this to him pre-game). I can tell some of the more infuriating stories if you'd like He switches be actually After the most infuriating game I have ever played, ever, I quit the group, citing increased prices and GW's idiotic customer policies as the reason, and entrust all my Tau s--- to Halfling's brother, who wanted to try out Tau 뇌 feel like it is my fault for bnngng minn axing into the group to begin with when all I ever did was look up common tactics, battlere ots, etc and app y what I learned. Halfli group among friends >Ater a similar story (I'l tell it id you want), he ruins a whole campaign for everyone, and is a total bitch in another. inally realize that the 40k clusterfuck wasnt me but instead was the viral f------ influence of Halfling still have no idea how to confront this without him becoming a passive-aggressive little bitch and having to deal with him whenever I hang out with my d thit up the DnD story At So Ive begun p and not just him Halfling's friend 01 le 1326496337 ipg-(89 KB, 59Tx926, no idea dog jpg) start this off with this: I had no experience with DnD, or PnP at all before this group. I had played quest threads in /tg/ and heard stories, but never actually DM'd or played and actual game. figured that this was supposed to play like the game (was very confused about why there were rules for Trainers using weapons like swords and staffs and bows), and gave them time to look at the rules, saying I would be running a standard "group adventure", with them playing aspining guess I should introduce the party.. which is difficult. I, being an idiot, allowed players to drop in and out at whim and thus had trouble keeping them all in place. I'll introduce all players who came in later at a later point, and start with the starting group pretty much with the one thing a group of college students all have in common; we grew up with Pokemon. So off t rainers, collectors, etc.. Almost like the show 1 year after the events of Genl the plot-hooks revolving around the changes between Genl and Genll to the landscape and such, the League, all that jazz First off we have a one-eyed player starting with a Growlithe, he was a psychic aiming towards empath who wanted to grow as a Trainer alongside his Pokemon.. Ill call his player (and since his character uses the namesake) Jay >A Martial Artist that had no clear defined goal besides travel and smoking. He ended up in Kanto out of sheer randomness, and had an Elekid. Due to a friendly joke and his character's backstory, this character will be referred to as The Mexican if need anises >A quiet Psychic who we will call Brion, and who started with the worst possible choice of pokemon, a goddamn Abra. With only teleport, I wasn't sure how he would fight, but he really made up for his lack of pokemon related firepower with utility and little tricks in the military very, very badly. His character played like an anthromorphic Reddit, spamming memes for no reason whatsoever and starting Mudkip (give you three guesses why). I fully expected player who I will call Sir Grunt, a good guy who had lots of social anxiety and wanted t him to be our That Guy, and, in a way, he was. But he was DAMN glorious about it and the only one with character development >Finally, Haifling. F------ Halfling. He introduced his character as "the grandson of Gary Oak... despite Green being still alive in the campaign, and despite me telling him that did not fit in the setting. He played an Ace trainer with a Squitle, and wanted to beat every gym, the League Our story begins in Vinidian City, with the players meeting up with each other while leaving town towards Pallet, to bully an old man into, err, convince Oak to give them Pokedex's to start their journey o elaborate on the challenges, I had Oak explain the three types of combat in my game, Official (meaning gym battles and such, where it was Pokemon vs Pokemon, trainers could direct or use items only) The players head down, beat a challenge from Oak (my tutorial to Pokemon combat) and went Dojo (used by most Martial Artists, pokemon and trainers fought pokemon in trainers until and agreed outcome was decided, normally unconsciousness of trainer or pokemon) and Street (no rules, no limits) To me, this was an easy way of keeping people from gutting gym leaders but not breaking immersion >Each player won their challenge, though Brion was most interesting... he kept baiting tackles, water guns, and such into lab equipment with Teleport until Oak gave up to save his office >Sadly, I realized Brion would become a utility issue, as, instead of making them run into their first glimpse of Rockets on the way up from Pallet, he teleported them back to Viridian attempted to circumvent this by leading them to explore the south of Viridian. I did this by placing the Old Man from the games, lying in the northern road, bitching about not having his coffee yet and telling them he would call the police if they crossed his yard. While Jay inquired with his wife, who said that best >By curbstomping the Old Man in the testicles and marching past, not giving a single f---. The party followed after 121Fri) 工edt ty, I should add at this point, that despite usng the Dr Mr Stark rules. I added a esque Luck into the game. The idea is that Pokemon protagonists are retard and I wanted to keep the game sorta light-hearted. If players ran into a DO NOT WANT scenario, they could burn luck >A fight through Viridian forest ended them in Pewter. Most of the trip was not memorable, save for the fact that they leamed tier 2 moves (Abra got confusion, etc.) and Brion caused a In Pewter, Halfing and Brion kicked the s--- of Brock, with Jay narrowly losing. The Mexican couldn't get Brock to come at him, so skipped out of the gym, and Sir Grunt started his career as the worst trainer in existence by failing in two rounds due to critical hits and failures The Mexican and Sir Grunt go south to look for Pokemon, see Rocket members. Most people from Kanto know about Rocket from the Saffron take over (common knowledge), so Sir Grunt wants to do something, but his Mudkip is injured and The Mexican has no idea what is going on et members disappear into They go to check out the museum, and notice some shady activity, and sniff out that Rockets have been doing s--- around here the only right thing to do would be to break in and find out what is going on. The Mexican gets the party while Sir Grunt goes solo through some doors through to the labs, apparently he has a serious vendetta against them in through VENTS Sir Grunt uses fists and guile and Mudkip to knock out a Rocket and steal the unform. >Manages to start taking down Rockets Rest of the party sneaks around, quick attacking Rocket members into unconsciousness and cacooning them with string attacks >Eventually, the party nearly knocks him out with a sneak attack Elekkid sneak attack, bums luck to halve the damage and stay up out Rockets Eventually reach a room with heaps upon heaps of dead Magikarp, and erratic, encrypted notes. Anything not encrypted mentions that the research has caused a lot of the subjects to die from heart attacks, try to kill everything in sight, or otherwise die violent The Mexican stumbles on and egg that is a solid dark blue with black stripes. Decides that, all things considered, he'd take it with him >Finally get to the middle of the base, where they note a whole group of Rockets driving off. A panel on the wall is counting down >Party rushes out in time to see the museum engulfed in flames Halfling's friend 01/13/12(Fri) The party goes through Mount Moon... well, part of the party, sort of. Brion and Sir Grunt's players were absent, so it was implied by Brion and Sir Grunt that they hiked u Character was another Ace Trainer, who had a penchant for hunting down strong pokemon, not letting them escape..period. He used a Dratini, who was an absolute monster early on, and was chasing an Onix throughout the mountain. Said Onix was a significantly high level for the party, and this character Il call him Mr. Badass) was chasing the f----- down himself, while being apparently outgunned They chase around the Onix in the cave, and Mr. Badass catches the f----- the t getting hunted Cerulean city passes on uneventfully, save for making Halfling rage on Nugget Bridge.relatively easy fights with annoying tactics >Vermillion had Jay fighting Surge, who I played up to be a badass and kind of a d---. He constantly talked down to the characters, didn't lose easily, and gave zero f---- about everything Jay won narrowly, with type advantage against a Magnamite The party also n estigated a burnt out lighthouse which happened to nest Moitres. Much Luck was bumed, and they barely escaped with Mr. Badass hold ng弍off and then spide an ng down the collapsing lighthouse with a Kak na who a Rocket member. No trial, straight to jail, and the players only got him out due to luck and because Surge put in a good word (wanting to fight him). It was at this point made canon that Gym Leaders are above the law >When Haifling fought him, he beat him pretty soundly Rest of the party couldn't handle him, Sir Grunt failing spectacularly once again Surge and Party later take down a Rocket base, introducing the first BBEG who was leagues above them and fought Surge to a standstill in a collapsing Rocket base. Surge wasnt seen again. >Sir Reginald Percy Burkehart the Fith, as I will call him, joined the party soon after this, a Ranger trying to out Rocket corruption in Kanto He was a pretty c >As they passed by Saffron, Jay had a run in with a young woman (the Copycat) who decided to tag along with him. She copied literally action he took, annoying him to all hell, and her team of six dittos made her even more of a pain The party progressed a while, Sighting Rockets in Lavender, dealing with ghosts, and other such nonsense. They had a few unfortunate run-ins with the BBEG, but nothing they couldn't get out Cerulean city gym was nearly leveled when Halfling and Mr. Badass fought Enika's tag team. Having a Snorlax smash a pokemon through the side of a building will do that >Lavender town had an interesting setup for the gym, forcing them to navigate deathtraps as a tag team to actually meet the leader, who didn't bat an eye at their injuries. Jay and the Copycat split up here, her opening up a badge case, putting her final badge in, and heading off to the Pokemon League without >Halfing and Mr. Badass beat the gym, barely coming out alive from some of the traps The Mexican and Sir Grunt failed miserably. Afterwards, in the only show of character development in the whole campaign, Sir Grunt sat down with his Marshtomp and apologized to it, for letting it down time after time. He resolved to do better, for both of their sakes, and Il be damned if he didn't improve

KB □I guess this will be a That Guy thread Halfling's friend 01/13/12(Fn)17:28 No 17531839 So gather around tg/, for my tales of 40k. A story of my start to finish, and how it was wrecked by That Guy, a good friend who becomes a complete bitch in every traditional game I have ever played with him. He will be henceforth referred to as Halfing >Get into 40k with a bunch of friends from high school, on the dawn of 5th edition Their armies are: Space Marines, Space Marines, Chaos Space Manines, Space Marines, and Necrons that were never, ever used because I liked the victory by superior technology aspect they had, and the army was recommended by another player irst games are played, relatively enjoyable, getting the hang of the army in small, 500-1000 point 4x4 games Halfling consistently changes the rules to his benefit (Chaos guy), brushed it off as him using stuff from 4th edition and didn't care Consistently won a solid amount of my games due to my meched up army (not a netlist, I just thought the tanks and such were cool) Get constantly tabled by Halfing, thought I was just not good at the game Go online to learn some Tau strategy and tactics, leaming how LoS works, how to use Skimmers to wall off assault routes, using Jet packs to jump in and out of cover, etc Still get beaten to death, only by Halfling, who uncannily manages to be always assaulting Figure I must not know enough about assaults, go re-read the section on assaults thoroughly, find out Halfling was doing them wrong Assume he is just confused due to the edtion change Halfling's P9(101 KB and keep things in the a good idea He consistently breaks the rules and gets told no, offered replays on his turn when his strategies hinge upon breaking the rules >Pouts when told he cant assault my skimmers, slide models around to the back of said skimmer >Pouts when told he should switch to the newer Chaos codex, even when we buy it for him >Pouts, pouts, pouts Calls me a rules-lawyer, tells me by using skimmers and Kroot to deny assault I'm min-maxing States he isnt going to keep playing 40k and takes a hiatus from the game, which effectively shuts down the whole group because his house has a the table we use, the terain we all built together and is the middle-way between the players of the group (as well as the fact that him and his brother are half our group). o represent rivers and mountains, sofas to chill on, a painting area, the works, a secondary table for 4x4) pay out of pocket for materials to build a new table, clear room Doesnt really matter, because my house is a half hour out of the way for the two remaining players, and Halfing's brother isnt coming allone rRoll with it, recruit my brother, he starts up an Eldar force. pants like s--- and doesnt understand much but he is leaming o get the WHOLE Halfling's friend 01/13/12/Fri)17 43 No.1 >Halfling shows up with a list that was literally just two winged lash princes, some Termies in a Raider, a fuckton of Oblits, and the rest of the list filled with meched up Plague Manines This was during a time that all af our lists were built primarily from fluft, with no attempt at min/maxing >We had no idea what we were up against >Play one game against a Marine player, draw, have fun play a game against Halfling on the big table and holy f--- what am I dealing with. Lash princes first turn assaulting my Broadsides from across the map with Lash. >Manage to gun it down next turn, but the other advances, hiding behind a Rhino that is fully obscuring the model (he used a terminator as proxy) Game is a slaughter, as I can't remove Plague Maines who go to ground in cover from the objective, and the Daemon Prince cannot be shot while in assault so just eats every unit I have. We end up tying by objectives, with a lone Fire Warrior securing my objective and a relatively healthy group of Plague y so he can hide their bulk behind Rh nos until they reach their near o al assault ange >M he llo ng weeks, he starts bending he rules in silly ways he refuses to use normal aer on Pn ce models, l stead us ng Ter ators and stating at s a conver o Inevitably all the players begin to min/max to keep up, and players stop having fun, two players stop playing and my brother stops, leaving me, Halfing, and his brother sm Watching Normal looking guy with Guard vs bloated neckbeard Dual Lash Prince Chaos Long Story Short, it's a very close game, need to count VP Guard player wins The Neckbeard howls and i mean literally howls with rage, he then starts yelling and goes crimson claiming the store staf hate him, before beginning to s-- and running out of the store with his carry case Halfling's friend 01/13/12(ri)18:02 No.17532293 團! get the worst of it being Tau...while the Marines could simply take the TH/SS Termies and put up a fightI have no way of delending against assault except for a Kroot Castle 뇌 finally cave and build a min axed static Tau list, and the game literally becomes just my shooting phase since no one can effectively assault a proper Kroot Castle the >He does stupid s--- like changing agreed upon rules (he once insisted his unit could hide in range of an objective in a castle that we all agreed at the beginning of the night was impassable terrain that could not be entered. Bitched that his entire plan revolved around doing so, and that t wasnt fair that we wouldnt let him, despite multiple times explaining this to him pre-game). I can tell some of the more infuriating stories if you'd like He switches be actually After the most infuriating game I have ever played, ever, I quit the group, citing increased prices and GW's idiotic customer policies as the reason, and entrust all my Tau s--- to Halfling's brother, who wanted to try out Tau 뇌 feel like it is my fault for bnngng minn axing into the group to begin with when all I ever did was look up common tactics, battlere ots, etc and app y what I learned. Halfli group among friends >Ater a similar story (I'l tell it id you want), he ruins a whole campaign for everyone, and is a total bitch in another. inally realize that the 40k clusterfuck wasnt me but instead was the viral f------ influence of Halfling still have no idea how to confront this without him becoming a passive-aggressive little bitch and having to deal with him whenever I hang out with my d thit up the DnD story At So Ive begun p and not just him Halfling's friend 01 le 1326496337 ipg-(89 KB, 59Tx926, no idea dog jpg) start this off with this: I had no experience with DnD, or PnP at all before this group. I had played quest threads in /tg/ and heard stories, but never actually DM'd or played and actual game. figured that this was supposed to play like the game (was very confused about why there were rules for Trainers using weapons like swords and staffs and bows), and gave them time to look at the rules, saying I would be running a standard "group adventure", with them playing aspining guess I should introduce the party.. which is difficult. I, being an idiot, allowed players to drop in and out at whim and thus had trouble keeping them all in place. I'll introduce all players who came in later at a later point, and start with the starting group pretty much with the one thing a group of college students all have in common; we grew up with Pokemon. So off t rainers, collectors, etc.. Almost like the show 1 year after the events of Genl the plot-hooks revolving around the changes between Genl and Genll to the landscape and such, the League, all that jazz First off we have a one-eyed player starting with a Growlithe, he was a psychic aiming towards empath who wanted to grow as a Trainer alongside his Pokemon.. Ill call his player (and since his character uses the namesake) Jay >A Martial Artist that had no clear defined goal besides travel and smoking. He ended up in Kanto out of sheer randomness, and had an Elekid. Due to a friendly joke and his character's backstory, this character will be referred to as The Mexican if need anises >A quiet Psychic who we will call Brion, and who started with the worst possible choice of pokemon, a goddamn Abra. With only teleport, I wasn't sure how he would fight, but he really made up for his lack of pokemon related firepower with utility and little tricks in the military very, very badly. His character played like an anthromorphic Reddit, spamming memes for no reason whatsoever and starting Mudkip (give you three guesses why). I fully expected player who I will call Sir Grunt, a good guy who had lots of social anxiety and wanted t him to be our That Guy, and, in a way, he was. But he was DAMN glorious about it and the only one with character development >Finally, Haifling. F------ Halfling. He introduced his character as "the grandson of Gary Oak... despite Green being still alive in the campaign, and despite me telling him that did not fit in the setting. He played an Ace trainer with a Squitle, and wanted to beat every gym, the League Our story begins in Vinidian City, with the players meeting up with each other while leaving town towards Pallet, to bully an old man into, err, convince Oak to give them Pokedex's to start their journey o elaborate on the challenges, I had Oak explain the three types of combat in my game, Official (meaning gym battles and such, where it was Pokemon vs Pokemon, trainers could direct or use items only) The players head down, beat a challenge from Oak (my tutorial to Pokemon combat) and went Dojo (used by most Martial Artists, pokemon and trainers fought pokemon in trainers until and agreed outcome was decided, normally unconsciousness of trainer or pokemon) and Street (no rules, no limits) To me, this was an easy way of keeping people from gutting gym leaders but not breaking immersion >Each player won their challenge, though Brion was most interesting... he kept baiting tackles, water guns, and such into lab equipment with Teleport until Oak gave up to save his office >Sadly, I realized Brion would become a utility issue, as, instead of making them run into their first glimpse of Rockets on the way up from Pallet, he teleported them back to Viridian attempted to circumvent this by leading them to explore the south of Viridian. I did this by placing the Old Man from the games, lying in the northern road, bitching about not having his coffee yet and telling them he would call the police if they crossed his yard. While Jay inquired with his wife, who said that best >By curbstomping the Old Man in the testicles and marching past, not giving a single f---. The party followed after 121Fri) 工edt ty, I should add at this point, that despite usng the Dr Mr Stark rules. I added a esque Luck into the game. The idea is that Pokemon protagonists are retard and I wanted to keep the game sorta light-hearted. If players ran into a DO NOT WANT scenario, they could burn luck >A fight through Viridian forest ended them in Pewter. Most of the trip was not memorable, save for the fact that they leamed tier 2 moves (Abra got confusion, etc.) and Brion caused a In Pewter, Halfing and Brion kicked the s--- of Brock, with Jay narrowly losing. The Mexican couldn't get Brock to come at him, so skipped out of the gym, and Sir Grunt started his career as the worst trainer in existence by failing in two rounds due to critical hits and failures The Mexican and Sir Grunt go south to look for Pokemon, see Rocket members. Most people from Kanto know about Rocket from the Saffron take over (common knowledge), so Sir Grunt wants to do something, but his Mudkip is injured and The Mexican has no idea what is going on et members disappear into They go to check out the museum, and notice some shady activity, and sniff out that Rockets have been doing s--- around here the only right thing to do would be to break in and find out what is going on. The Mexican gets the party while Sir Grunt goes solo through some doors through to the labs, apparently he has a serious vendetta against them in through VENTS Sir Grunt uses fists and guile and Mudkip to knock out a Rocket and steal the unform. >Manages to start taking down Rockets Rest of the party sneaks around, quick attacking Rocket members into unconsciousness and cacooning them with string attacks >Eventually, the party nearly knocks him out with a sneak attack Elekkid sneak attack, bums luck to halve the damage and stay up out Rockets Eventually reach a room with heaps upon heaps of dead Magikarp, and erratic, encrypted notes. Anything not encrypted mentions that the research has caused a lot of the subjects to die from heart attacks, try to kill everything in sight, or otherwise die violent The Mexican stumbles on and egg that is a solid dark blue with black stripes. Decides that, all things considered, he'd take it with him >Finally get to the middle of the base, where they note a whole group of Rockets driving off. A panel on the wall is counting down >Party rushes out in time to see the museum engulfed in flames Halfling's friend 01/13/12(Fri) The party goes through Mount Moon... well, part of the party, sort of. Brion and Sir Grunt's players were absent, so it was implied by Brion and Sir Grunt that they hiked u Character was another Ace Trainer, who had a penchant for hunting down strong pokemon, not letting them escape..period. He used a Dratini, who was an absolute monster early on, and was chasing an Onix throughout the mountain. Said Onix was a significantly high level for the party, and this character Il call him Mr. Badass) was chasing the f----- down himself, while being apparently outgunned They chase around the Onix in the cave, and Mr. Badass catches the f----- the t getting hunted Cerulean city passes on uneventfully, save for making Halfling rage on Nugget Bridge.relatively easy fights with annoying tactics >Vermillion had Jay fighting Surge, who I played up to be a badass and kind of a d---. He constantly talked down to the characters, didn't lose easily, and gave zero f---- about everything Jay won narrowly, with type advantage against a Magnamite The party also n estigated a burnt out lighthouse which happened to nest Moitres. Much Luck was bumed, and they barely escaped with Mr. Badass hold ng弍off and then spide an ng down the collapsing lighthouse with a Kak na who a Rocket member. No trial, straight to jail, and the players only got him out due to luck and because Surge put in a good word (wanting to fight him). It was at this point made canon that Gym Leaders are above the law >When Haifling fought him, he beat him pretty soundly Rest of the party couldn't handle him, Sir Grunt failing spectacularly once again Surge and Party later take down a Rocket base, introducing the first BBEG who was leagues above them and fought Surge to a standstill in a collapsing Rocket base. Surge wasnt seen again. >Sir Reginald Percy Burkehart the Fith, as I will call him, joined the party soon after this, a Ranger trying to out Rocket corruption in Kanto He was a pretty c >As they passed by Saffron, Jay had a run in with a young woman (the Copycat) who decided to tag along with him. She copied literally action he took, annoying him to all hell, and her team of six dittos made her even more of a pain The party progressed a while, Sighting Rockets in Lavender, dealing with ghosts, and other such nonsense. They had a few unfortunate run-ins with the BBEG, but nothing they couldn't get out Cerulean city gym was nearly leveled when Halfling and Mr. Badass fought Enika's tag team. Having a Snorlax smash a pokemon through the side of a building will do that >Lavender town had an interesting setup for the gym, forcing them to navigate deathtraps as a tag team to actually meet the leader, who didn't bat an eye at their injuries. Jay and the Copycat split up here, her opening up a badge case, putting her final badge in, and heading off to the Pokemon League without >Halfing and Mr. Badass beat the gym, barely coming out alive from some of the traps The Mexican and Sir Grunt failed miserably. Afterwards, in the only show of character development in the whole campaign, Sir Grunt sat down with his Marshtomp and apologized to it, for letting it down time after time. He resolved to do better, for both of their sakes, and Il be damned if he didn't improve

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sounds like medievil

Anonymous 03/19/10 (Fri)02:08 No.8657968 P> >Our tale starts in a thread about character concepts that individual fa/tg/uys have always wanted to play, with this The stereotypical paladin archetype, combined with "Ancient hero from the past who swore to rise from the grave when his home country needed him the most," but is actually a bard that was dressed up for a play when the adventure started and got swept into the heroic world-saving shtick. I would have to get the DM to work with me on it, and I know it would never happen, simply because my DM sucks at the deception game. All it would require is a simple description of some oddly- colored armor and a Knowledge(History) check with a ridiculously low DC to get started Character motivation for not coming clean would be "Oh god, oh god, they think I'm really Ancient Hero and theyre bigger and stronger and scarier than I am and would probably tear me apart if I told them the truth and OH GOD, AN ORC, GOTTA LOOK HEROIC SO THEY DONT GET SUSPICIOUS 「Anonymous 03/19/10(Fri)02:09 No.8657983 >It's followed by this gem, posted by the first person to be interested in the idea I can see this starting out hilariously All right, gentlemen. The play's opening night is next week. That means we have a week to get people interested in it, so we're not just performing for an empty house. Now, you guys are going t dress up like thieves and pretend to mug Erria in the town square, who's going to be dressed up like an old lady. I'll throw down a quick illusion of a portal and a smokebomb and show up and stop you guys, dressed up as Ancient Hero. After the fake battle, I'll proclaim that Ill be back to save the country when it needs me most, fall down, and succumb to the wounds you guys put on me. Then we'll all get up, bow, and say that the real performance will be at the opera house. So! Let's do this thin Actors mug old-lady-actor, PCs show up and start killing the actors, bard pops out of portal and fails to recognize the fact that the PCs aren't part of the performance. Actors are killed, bard realizes falters for a second, then uses his acting prowess to keep things from getting awkward "Ah... thank you, adventurers. Your help is greatly appreciated. What? This armor? Ah... I see you recognize me. Y-yes, I am Ancient Hero Name Here. You... you want me to help you thwart the BBEG's plan? And he is threatening to destroy the world? Ah.. . that is... ahem.. yes, of course I will help you. What other choice do I have?" Anonymous 03/19/10(Fri)02:10 No.8657998 >The first half of the first ending is posted here Can you imagine the Big Reveal? The PCs have kicked down the door of the BBEG's hideout, slaughtered their way through miles of monsters, had h nd conversations from and with the paladin, finally broken into the inner sanctum of the villain and had a battle that not only destroyed the BBEG's fortress, but erased entire chunks of the fabric of space and time, and the unthinkable happens. The paladin is dealt a mortal blow. He's out of magic, the wound is bleeding fast, and he's drifting in and out of consciousness as the battle rages on. No one in the group red the paladin had it covered. The heroes struggle to beat down the villain and finally succeed, then rush to the side of the fallen paladin, trying to pas al check to save him G-gentlemen.. no. Heroes. I have a- AH! I have a confession to make. Tears gathering in the paladin's eyes, struggling to come to terms with death. "IH'm just an actor..." 9D Anonymous 03/19/10(Fri)02:11 No.8658019 >The second half is followed up by another poster "No, no, they say, "you're not, you're a hero, a hero of legends!" The Bard coughs, blood coming up, he doesn't have much time left The-then one last thing... please.. H must know how it ends... please t-tell me how the play ends..." "And the all live happily ever after." says the Hero, craddling the broken bard The bard laughs weakly, "Heh... terrible writing, I should seen it coming..." He manages a smile, as the light fades from his eyes and his eyelids close for the last time The curtain fall d the party appla Anonymous 03/19/10 (Fri)02 A second possible ending is proposed, the first half of which is as follows Alternately, the finale approaches. The Bard has done well at keeping his appearance up, and has done his best to play the part of the Paladin Now, this wasn't e and this is just the greatest act And so the He isn't a Paladin, and lacks the true abilities of one. He mak tough, pretending to Smite evil on foes that are already weakened by just ing out Smite evil while ing them off, Making enough of a ruckus to make the party believe he is turning the dead, "detecting evil" by just flat out making good gue about peoples alignments. He is an actor afterall le chapter draws near. The party has fought their way through the dungeon, and now face off against the BBEG. Things are going poorly, and the party doesrn em like it will be successful. The BBEG looms over a fallen ally, preparing t the What can the Bard do? not r When the go down ust an actor in a fak But he is an actor, and he knows what he mus The show must go can behind the BBEG, sword sed hih, and shouts from the of his lun ings SMITE EVIL! of a howl of pain! The BBEG has been gravely wounded, but how? The Bard i Paladin, how could this be Through his actions, through his belief in keeping up the act of all that is good and true, the Bard transformed, became the Paladin he had pretended to be. He always was the ancient hero reincarnated, he had just never kno wn, never believed 「Anonymous 03/19/10(Fri)02:13 No.8658046 >The second half of this ending comes up The strange armor he had worn all this time, not nearly as functional as an actual suit of platemail but still light enough for him to move around in, is replaced. Instead of being covered in the dust and muck that had accumulated over time, it gleamed with a divine light The longsword, equally feeble as his armor but functioning as a rapier, shown true. Reflecting light that could not have a source in the villain's dark inner sanctum, and etched with the markings of Pelor, Heironyous, St. Cuthbert, and more that the actor could not identify, it stood as a lone beacon that fought against the ambient darkness of the room The actor, the coward, the pretender, the fraud. They were no more. All that remained of the man that began this journey was the hope for a better future, the light of Good, and the strength to help the helpless The Paladin placed a foot upon the chest of the man he struck down, and pointed his blade at his throat Yield, villain. I am the Knight of Burgundymoor."

Anonymous 03/19/10 (Fri)02:08 No.8657968 P> >Our tale starts in a thread about character concepts that individual fa/tg/uys have always wanted to play, with this The stereotypical paladin archetype, combined with "Ancient hero from the past who swore to rise from the grave when his home country needed him the most," but is actually a bard that was dressed up for a play when the adventure started and got swept into the heroic world-saving shtick. I would have to get the DM to work with me on it, and I know it would never happen, simply because my DM sucks at the deception game. All it would require is a simple description of some oddly- colored armor and a Knowledge(History) check with a ridiculously low DC to get started Character motivation for not coming clean would be "Oh god, oh god, they think I'm really Ancient Hero and theyre bigger and stronger and scarier than I am and would probably tear me apart if I told them the truth and OH GOD, AN ORC, GOTTA LOOK HEROIC SO THEY DONT GET SUSPICIOUS 「Anonymous 03/19/10(Fri)02:09 No.8657983 >It's followed by this gem, posted by the first person to be interested in the idea I can see this starting out hilariously All right, gentlemen. The play's opening night is next week. That means we have a week to get people interested in it, so we're not just performing for an empty house. Now, you guys are going t dress up like thieves and pretend to mug Erria in the town square, who's going to be dressed up like an old lady. I'll throw down a quick illusion of a portal and a smokebomb and show up and stop you guys, dressed up as Ancient Hero. After the fake battle, I'll proclaim that Ill be back to save the country when it needs me most, fall down, and succumb to the wounds you guys put on me. Then we'll all get up, bow, and say that the real performance will be at the opera house. So! Let's do this thin Actors mug old-lady-actor, PCs show up and start killing the actors, bard pops out of portal and fails to recognize the fact that the PCs aren't part of the performance. Actors are killed, bard realizes falters for a second, then uses his acting prowess to keep things from getting awkward "Ah... thank you, adventurers. Your help is greatly appreciated. What? This armor? Ah... I see you recognize me. Y-yes, I am Ancient Hero Name Here. You... you want me to help you thwart the BBEG's plan? And he is threatening to destroy the world? Ah.. . that is... ahem.. yes, of course I will help you. What other choice do I have?" Anonymous 03/19/10(Fri)02:10 No.8657998 >The first half of the first ending is posted here Can you imagine the Big Reveal? The PCs have kicked down the door of the BBEG's hideout, slaughtered their way through miles of monsters, had h nd conversations from and with the paladin, finally broken into the inner sanctum of the villain and had a battle that not only destroyed the BBEG's fortress, but erased entire chunks of the fabric of space and time, and the unthinkable happens. The paladin is dealt a mortal blow. He's out of magic, the wound is bleeding fast, and he's drifting in and out of consciousness as the battle rages on. No one in the group red the paladin had it covered. The heroes struggle to beat down the villain and finally succeed, then rush to the side of the fallen paladin, trying to pas al check to save him G-gentlemen.. no. Heroes. I have a- AH! I have a confession to make. Tears gathering in the paladin's eyes, struggling to come to terms with death. "IH'm just an actor..." 9D Anonymous 03/19/10(Fri)02:11 No.8658019 >The second half is followed up by another poster "No, no, they say, "you're not, you're a hero, a hero of legends!" The Bard coughs, blood coming up, he doesn't have much time left The-then one last thing... please.. H must know how it ends... please t-tell me how the play ends..." "And the all live happily ever after." says the Hero, craddling the broken bard The bard laughs weakly, "Heh... terrible writing, I should seen it coming..." He manages a smile, as the light fades from his eyes and his eyelids close for the last time The curtain fall d the party appla Anonymous 03/19/10 (Fri)02 A second possible ending is proposed, the first half of which is as follows Alternately, the finale approaches. The Bard has done well at keeping his appearance up, and has done his best to play the part of the Paladin Now, this wasn't e and this is just the greatest act And so the He isn't a Paladin, and lacks the true abilities of one. He mak tough, pretending to Smite evil on foes that are already weakened by just ing out Smite evil while ing them off, Making enough of a ruckus to make the party believe he is turning the dead, "detecting evil" by just flat out making good gue about peoples alignments. He is an actor afterall le chapter draws near. The party has fought their way through the dungeon, and now face off against the BBEG. Things are going poorly, and the party doesrn em like it will be successful. The BBEG looms over a fallen ally, preparing t the What can the Bard do? not r When the go down ust an actor in a fak But he is an actor, and he knows what he mus The show must go can behind the BBEG, sword sed hih, and shouts from the of his lun ings SMITE EVIL! of a howl of pain! The BBEG has been gravely wounded, but how? The Bard i Paladin, how could this be Through his actions, through his belief in keeping up the act of all that is good and true, the Bard transformed, became the Paladin he had pretended to be. He always was the ancient hero reincarnated, he had just never kno wn, never believed 「Anonymous 03/19/10(Fri)02:13 No.8658046 >The second half of this ending comes up The strange armor he had worn all this time, not nearly as functional as an actual suit of platemail but still light enough for him to move around in, is replaced. Instead of being covered in the dust and muck that had accumulated over time, it gleamed with a divine light The longsword, equally feeble as his armor but functioning as a rapier, shown true. Reflecting light that could not have a source in the villain's dark inner sanctum, and etched with the markings of Pelor, Heironyous, St. Cuthbert, and more that the actor could not identify, it stood as a lone beacon that fought against the ambient darkness of the room The actor, the coward, the pretender, the fraud. They were no more. All that remained of the man that began this journey was the hope for a better future, the light of Good, and the strength to help the helpless The Paladin placed a foot upon the chest of the man he struck down, and pointed his blade at his throat Yield, villain. I am the Knight of Burgundymoor."

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I really want to do this. I'd play legend of the 5 rings myself if i could do this

Anonymous 07/02/11 (Sat)09:08 No.15453249 Heavy politics/intriuge game. >No one knows anyone elses clan to start. >Meeting at a Dinner held by the Crane Diyamo >Play one armed Crab Clan ex-wall warrior who belives that diplomacy is actually of worth, and that 'a battle with words is sometimes as vital as a battle with weapons' after a long back story involving him losing his arm and his squad to the owlands after insulting a high ranking Crane who was going to give them reinforcements...but didn't after the slight >Trying to learn diplomacy and prove that the Crab clan arn't just brutes >Play him as Uncle Iroh from A:tla, cheerful, maybe a tiny bit informal, but polite and charming. >All sitting around talking at the dinner Everyone thinks Im Crane because I'm so polite and 95% of the people there are Crane. >Crab and Crane currently at Cold War >A few unfriendly insults about the Crab beina uncouth go around. >Crane "I bet 5 Koku a Crab could not even sit around the table with us and have a polite meal!" Amused smile: I'll take that bet." >He gets slightly drunk as the meal goes on and really starts slagging off the Crab. >Make a very dry comment insulting both clans subtly for fighting amongst themselves when there are more important things >Crane gives me a w-- look for insulting our' clan; infront of the Diyamo I'm sure you don't mean that >Look at him for a moment, then put down my noodle bowl and smile "How about a game of Go, to settle the time before desert my friend?" >He looks unsure, but agrees...obviously now not sure about me >We do Go, I school him at it due to some lucky rolls, he gets annoyed and challenged me to a Haiku contest. Manage to make some more lucky rolls, and OOC am a master at Improv Haiku. Ends with "Little Crane standing in pond Unknowing to who you speak Pecking wildly at the water" >Crane gets sick of this >Challenges me to a duel infront of everyone. >"You of course may choose the weapon 'good Sir >No, my friend, as it is your Duel, you may choose the weapons. I do not mind. >Try to talk him out of it, but he won't listen because Cranes-Duellan >He gets even more angry at how little of a f--- I seem to give and looks like he's about to try to kill me in the ring >Diyamo steps in and says that there isn't going to be any killing at this dinner, so its only first to blood. >l agree, bowing to the wisdom of the Diyamo >He chooses Katana, naturally.. I'm a terrible duellist >But I'm hard as f--- >Bow to him as we get into the ring, "I wish you good luck, although for one who claims to have so sturdy an honour...it seems you protect it as glass, even against the friendliest of gibes' >Crane has honour themed flaws... really goes for me after that one Tank the 'accidentally' lethal attack the Crane tries to land on me Massive gaping wound along my chest that really hurt my character Didn't even try to hit him "Is your honour satisfied now?' >Step out the Ring without even trying to fight back, bandage wound at table; pick up my sake with my bloodied hand and continue to make polite conversation with the guests, having not taken enough damage to really be badly effected, and insisting on not letting this ruin the wonderful dinner that the Diyamo was kind enough to provide >The Diyamo insists I let the medic tend to me, bow to his wishes >"As is your wish, Lord Crane. Thank you for caring so much about my well being." >Model of politeness the entire way through, even with a chest wound >Obviously working hard to maintain decorum and stop the dinner becoming a train wreck >Crane:...Who is this peasant who does not even try to defend his honour!?" >l remove my upper robe so the Crane medic can get to the wound, revealing a lifetimes worth of scarred tissue, claws, bite marks, sword cuts and other damage, I am obviously a massive warrion. Me: ". am the ambassador for the Crab Clan, and know that my honour and that of my Clan is as sturdy as the wall that I stood upon for the last 10 years; I do not need to hurt you, little Crane, or anyone else here, to prove that to myself. Nor do need to waste breath insulting others, or their clans. I know that I have honour, and that is enough for l. I am here to discuss a peace between our people.. .and hurting you would only have made that more difficult..now, why not come enjoy some of this delicious Sake that your honourable Diyamo has been gracious enough to gift to us?" >Everyone goes quiet and looks at me, except the Diyamo, who knew already...who looks impressed >Diyamo gives Crane 'Son I am disappointed look >Crane player OOC gets a 'OH S---! look 10 seconds silence >Me: " that you owe me 5 Koku *Sip* T also belive

Anonymous 07/02/11 (Sat)09:08 No.15453249 Heavy politics/intriuge game. >No one knows anyone elses clan to start. >Meeting at a Dinner held by the Crane Diyamo >Play one armed Crab Clan ex-wall warrior who belives that diplomacy is actually of worth, and that 'a battle with words is sometimes as vital as a battle with weapons' after a long back story involving him losing his arm and his squad to the owlands after insulting a high ranking Crane who was going to give them reinforcements...but didn't after the slight >Trying to learn diplomacy and prove that the Crab clan arn't just brutes >Play him as Uncle Iroh from A:tla, cheerful, maybe a tiny bit informal, but polite and charming. >All sitting around talking at the dinner Everyone thinks Im Crane because I'm so polite and 95% of the people there are Crane. >Crab and Crane currently at Cold War >A few unfriendly insults about the Crab beina uncouth go around. >Crane "I bet 5 Koku a Crab could not even sit around the table with us and have a polite meal!" Amused smile: I'll take that bet." >He gets slightly drunk as the meal goes on and really starts slagging off the Crab. >Make a very dry comment insulting both clans subtly for fighting amongst themselves when there are more important things >Crane gives me a w-- look for insulting our' clan; infront of the Diyamo I'm sure you don't mean that >Look at him for a moment, then put down my noodle bowl and smile "How about a game of Go, to settle the time before desert my friend?" >He looks unsure, but agrees...obviously now not sure about me >We do Go, I school him at it due to some lucky rolls, he gets annoyed and challenged me to a Haiku contest. Manage to make some more lucky rolls, and OOC am a master at Improv Haiku. Ends with "Little Crane standing in pond Unknowing to who you speak Pecking wildly at the water" >Crane gets sick of this >Challenges me to a duel infront of everyone. >"You of course may choose the weapon 'good Sir >No, my friend, as it is your Duel, you may choose the weapons. I do not mind. >Try to talk him out of it, but he won't listen because Cranes-Duellan >He gets even more angry at how little of a f--- I seem to give and looks like he's about to try to kill me in the ring >Diyamo steps in and says that there isn't going to be any killing at this dinner, so its only first to blood. >l agree, bowing to the wisdom of the Diyamo >He chooses Katana, naturally.. I'm a terrible duellist >But I'm hard as f--- >Bow to him as we get into the ring, "I wish you good luck, although for one who claims to have so sturdy an honour...it seems you protect it as glass, even against the friendliest of gibes' >Crane has honour themed flaws... really goes for me after that one Tank the 'accidentally' lethal attack the Crane tries to land on me Massive gaping wound along my chest that really hurt my character Didn't even try to hit him "Is your honour satisfied now?' >Step out the Ring without even trying to fight back, bandage wound at table; pick up my sake with my bloodied hand and continue to make polite conversation with the guests, having not taken enough damage to really be badly effected, and insisting on not letting this ruin the wonderful dinner that the Diyamo was kind enough to provide >The Diyamo insists I let the medic tend to me, bow to his wishes >"As is your wish, Lord Crane. Thank you for caring so much about my well being." >Model of politeness the entire way through, even with a chest wound >Obviously working hard to maintain decorum and stop the dinner becoming a train wreck >Crane:...Who is this peasant who does not even try to defend his honour!?" >l remove my upper robe so the Crane medic can get to the wound, revealing a lifetimes worth of scarred tissue, claws, bite marks, sword cuts and other damage, I am obviously a massive warrion. Me: ". am the ambassador for the Crab Clan, and know that my honour and that of my Clan is as sturdy as the wall that I stood upon for the last 10 years; I do not need to hurt you, little Crane, or anyone else here, to prove that to myself. Nor do need to waste breath insulting others, or their clans. I know that I have honour, and that is enough for l. I am here to discuss a peace between our people.. .and hurting you would only have made that more difficult..now, why not come enjoy some of this delicious Sake that your honourable Diyamo has been gracious enough to gift to us?" >Everyone goes quiet and looks at me, except the Diyamo, who knew already...who looks impressed >Diyamo gives Crane 'Son I am disappointed look >Crane player OOC gets a 'OH S---! look 10 seconds silence >Me: " that you owe me 5 Koku *Sip* T also belive

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