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File: 1359766026693 2 KB, 852x475, Joumeyquestdm.jpg) Anonymous 02/01/13(Fri)19:47 No.22923673 Replies: 22923697 All right /tg/, gather up. I have a story to tell you. And I know you like stories When I'm done, I suggest turning this into general that DM/ cool DM thread Anonymous 02/01/13(Fri)19:48 No.22923697 Reples 22923752 One of my friends decided to run a game. We've been playing RPGs a lot of time together and I've never seen him DMing, so- obviously -I was a bit curious how this might turn out. He always was an all right player, fun to have fun with. Also, he always reminded me of an offspring a bear and a huge dog might possibly have had. You know, in a parallel universe where biology doesn't exactly work like our does. I guess that's not important, though. I was told to prepare myself a character using D&D 3.5. Well, I thought, it could have been worse, it could have been FATAL. Also, all of us know that it is the GM that makes the game, not the system and so on, so instead of complaining I rolled with it/ a character. DM told me that I can do this myself, and that he only wants to see the results; also that I should aim for a tribal feel, that playing casters is discouraged, and that he wouldn't mind a bit of minmaxing. Oh, and I had to make a human 'Well, fine. I thought and made myself a barbarian. At least those damn casters won't steal our spotlight and I can expect manly men doing manly things This, or DM is going to introduce some kind of OP Merlin DMPC. But I kept this thought to myself >> □ Anonymous 02/01/13(Fri)19:51 No 22923752 Replies: 2222923818 222923697 Since I was starting at a low level, I decided not to overblow my history. Adopted son of a local fisherman, mysterious child, blah, blah, blah, dreams about being a warrior but in his tribe your father (biological father) had to back you up if you wanted to become a weaponthane, so he trained himself. Thus the barbarian. I sent this all to DM. Soon I've received a reply "cool. Please, come at four PM Well, I get there a bit late, but there is nobody in except me and him. He smiles, nods, says that the rest will arrive a bit later, and that he wanted to get my character a proper introduction. It was weird, but we 've been total bros for a long, long time so I sat down. He brought some refreshments, offered me a beer, cracked himself one open (l think it was the first clue as to what kind of game we will be playing) and hid behind the DM screen. First, we roleplay through some childhood scenes. Your character faces bullies, your character sees his friend bullied, your character is generally disliked due to air of wrongness he has around himself, your character finds out that the aforemented fisherman is not your real dad, and so on, and so on. Soon I have my character fleshed out - a warrior that tries to hone the rage smothering within him as just another weapon. For some reason DM smiles when I tell him that > > □ Anonymous 02/01/13(Fri)19:56 No 22923818 Replies: 2222923940 File: 1359766561553.ipg-(73 KB, 495x730, 1356353744463.jpg) >>22923752 Then, the real quest begins. Thorgun the barbarian leaves his hamlet for hunting, and when he returns he finds the village burning and the corpses charred with dragon fire. It was much cooler when he told that, but that was basically what it boiled down to Thorgun seeks revenge. Also, he was unable to find the corpse of his love among the dead, so hoping that dragon might have kidnapped her, he follows him. Through the forest and through the desert, killing wolves and wild beasts, saving villages from dangers, visiting ancient temple in hope of finding a dragonslaying sword, more than once just barely escaping with his life. Some NPCs turn up, major character arcs ensue, but all the time I wonder 'where the hell are the other players?" As I ask GM about this, he smiles and says that one of them will turn up soon. I expect something creepy to happen but, lo and behold, a guy actually arrives. You have no idea how relieved I felt. Pleasantries ensued, GM cracked himself yet another beer and we returned to game. The new guy just sat there, also smiling (bad sign? Good sign?), playing with some papers he brought with himself □ Anonymous 02/01/13(Fri)20:03 No 22923940 Replies 2222923954 File: 1359767019561.ipg (103 KB, 750x600, TG 300.jpg) 2222923818 My barbarian prepares a poisoned sheep to cripple the dragon. I also got myself a huge trunk to use as a club, keeping dragonslaying sword at hand. The plan was simple - either poison him, or- if that won't work- sneak into his cavern and club/ stab him to death DRUIDS It worked, partially. Dragon ate the ship, but instead of falling dead he started vomiting. So, deciding that the cover was already blown I grabbed my tree and run out of bushes screaming like an idiot. I managed to catch him with a trunk hit while he was barfing, so I had a lot of time to follow up with a couple more blows. I've nearly managed to beat him into a pulp, but then he shook it off and faced me, however mangled and sick he was Well, I dodged vomit/breath attack and stabbed him with a magical sword. A few times. The beast fell, and my barbarian started screaming with joy Then, another dragon turned up. And another. And their mother I stare at my GM for a moment in an "are you serious? way. He tells me that dragons roar in unison, that their mother pounces at me Well, f--- encounters with CR too high. I start 'zerking □ Anonymous 02/01/13(Fri)20:05 No 22923954 Replies: >>22924003 File: 1359767105186.ipg-(62 KB, 640x360, 1351708121279 jpg) >> 222923940 and the dragon is blown aside with POWAHFUL MAGICAL BEAMS Oh great, I thought. DMPC wizaro. But nooo! A huge, glistening beast appears from the sky, throwing one thunder of fiery red death after another at the vile beast. Dragon's body spasms and twitches as the very life is burned out of it. With an ungodly roar, the grey monster that apparently - saved you lands on earth, sporting stinking fumes. I slightly watted Two remaining drakes move back a little, apparently horrified by the death of their mother and the new monster. You have a feeling that it stares at you through its huge, black eyes. Well, I charged it with my trunk. Its huge maw opens roaring even louder and surrounding itself with great vapours. But not before Thorgun rushed it with his mighty club "rollan, rollan "He managed to catch it at a knee-joint, apparently crippling it gravely □ Anonymous 02/01/13(Fri)20:07 No.22924003 Replies: 22 9 KB, 620x437, 123 jpg) 222923954 DM describes the beast collapsing, and I start to wonder whether l just one-shotted an encounter. But then the other guy -I've nearly forgotten about him; also two girls came around in the meantime (and I am sure they were "together). Still, the File player speaks, looking as though he is about to burst into laughter any moment now Out of the beasts' remains you see a huge ogre rising. He is clad in a blood-red steel, decorated with imagery of black raven. He gives Thorgun a long stare" - I get ready to yell 1 chargel "and looks aside, at the wyrmlings. He raises his hand, holding a weird wand with it, points it at them and"-he looks at GM, GM nods-"blasts them apart in a matter of few thundering moments I wat. And then I smile The figure comes a few earth-shaking steps closer until all you can see is his armor. Even though his physical supremacy is obvious, he falls to one knee; the earth thunders as he does it. Then, you hear booming, stunningly loud and alien voice. It says 'My lord von Trovalt. Finally I've found you GM hands me a new character sheet. lt reads 'Rogue Trader' on top of it, and is filled with something quite resembling stats of the D&D character I've prepared earlier P2 Anonymous 02/01/13(Fri)20:10 No.22924052 That's some good s--- right there □ Anonymous 02/01/13(Fri)20:11 No 22924061 2>22924003 OP, you have the best DM □ Anonymous 02/01/13(Fri)20:12 No.22924079 Replies:-229241782-229243462-22924580 File (198 KB, 1280x896, 1349559507088.jpg) "Unluckily,I bear grave news. Your father is dead, killed by treacherous poison of forsaken eldar witches. Most of your siblings were blown apart, together with a ship, in a battle that ensued a few moments after your father's demise. Now you, as the eldest of von Trovalts are the righteous bearer of the Warrant of Trade. I feel obliged to Then Thorgun did exactly what he would have done to any other, scary monster speaking incomprehensible things. He slapped it with a tree Thus begun the great, galactic journey of Thorgun von Trovalt, another in a long line of great and honoured Rogue Traders Oh! And I kept my sword
File: 1359766026693 2 KB, 852x475, Joumeyquestdm.jpg) Anonymous 02/01/13(Fri)19:47 No.22923673 Replies: 22923697 All right /tg/, gather up. I have a story to tell you. And I know you like stories When I'm done, I suggest turning this into general that DM/ cool DM thread Anonymous 02/01/13(Fri)19:48 No.22923697 Reples 22923752 One of my friends decided to run a game. We've been playing RPGs a lot of time together and I've never seen him DMing, so- obviously -I was a bit curious how this might turn out. He always was an all right player, fun to have fun with. Also, he always reminded me of an offspring a bear and a huge dog might possibly have had. You know, in a parallel universe where biology doesn't exactly work like our does. I guess that's not important, though. I was told to prepare myself a character using D&D 3.5. Well, I thought, it could have been worse, it could have been FATAL. Also, all of us know that it is the GM that makes the game, not the system and so on, so instead of complaining I rolled with it/ a character. DM told me that I can do this myself, and that he only wants to see the results; also that I should aim for a tribal feel, that playing casters is discouraged, and that he wouldn't mind a bit of minmaxing. Oh, and I had to make a human 'Well, fine. I thought and made myself a barbarian. At least those damn casters won't steal our spotlight and I can expect manly men doing manly things This, or DM is going to introduce some kind of OP Merlin DMPC. But I kept this thought to myself >> □ Anonymous 02/01/13(Fri)19:51 No 22923752 Replies: 2222923818 222923697 Since I was starting at a low level, I decided not to overblow my history. Adopted son of a local fisherman, mysterious child, blah, blah, blah, dreams about being a warrior but in his tribe your father (biological father) had to back you up if you wanted to become a weaponthane, so he trained himself. Thus the barbarian. I sent this all to DM. Soon I've received a reply "cool. Please, come at four PM Well, I get there a bit late, but there is nobody in except me and him. He smiles, nods, says that the rest will arrive a bit later, and that he wanted to get my character a proper introduction. It was weird, but we 've been total bros for a long, long time so I sat down. He brought some refreshments, offered me a beer, cracked himself one open (l think it was the first clue as to what kind of game we will be playing) and hid behind the DM screen. First, we roleplay through some childhood scenes. Your character faces bullies, your character sees his friend bullied, your character is generally disliked due to air of wrongness he has around himself, your character finds out that the aforemented fisherman is not your real dad, and so on, and so on. Soon I have my character fleshed out - a warrior that tries to hone the rage smothering within him as just another weapon. For some reason DM smiles when I tell him that > > □ Anonymous 02/01/13(Fri)19:56 No 22923818 Replies: 2222923940 File: 1359766561553.ipg-(73 KB, 495x730, 1356353744463.jpg) >>22923752 Then, the real quest begins. Thorgun the barbarian leaves his hamlet for hunting, and when he returns he finds the village burning and the corpses charred with dragon fire. It was much cooler when he told that, but that was basically what it boiled down to Thorgun seeks revenge. Also, he was unable to find the corpse of his love among the dead, so hoping that dragon might have kidnapped her, he follows him. Through the forest and through the desert, killing wolves and wild beasts, saving villages from dangers, visiting ancient temple in hope of finding a dragonslaying sword, more than once just barely escaping with his life. Some NPCs turn up, major character arcs ensue, but all the time I wonder 'where the hell are the other players?" As I ask GM about this, he smiles and says that one of them will turn up soon. I expect something creepy to happen but, lo and behold, a guy actually arrives. You have no idea how relieved I felt. Pleasantries ensued, GM cracked himself yet another beer and we returned to game. The new guy just sat there, also smiling (bad sign? Good sign?), playing with some papers he brought with himself □ Anonymous 02/01/13(Fri)20:03 No 22923940 Replies 2222923954 File: 1359767019561.ipg (103 KB, 750x600, TG 300.jpg) 2222923818 My barbarian prepares a poisoned sheep to cripple the dragon. I also got myself a huge trunk to use as a club, keeping dragonslaying sword at hand. The plan was simple - either poison him, or- if that won't work- sneak into his cavern and club/ stab him to death DRUIDS It worked, partially. Dragon ate the ship, but instead of falling dead he started vomiting. So, deciding that the cover was already blown I grabbed my tree and run out of bushes screaming like an idiot. I managed to catch him with a trunk hit while he was barfing, so I had a lot of time to follow up with a couple more blows. I've nearly managed to beat him into a pulp, but then he shook it off and faced me, however mangled and sick he was Well, I dodged vomit/breath attack and stabbed him with a magical sword. A few times. The beast fell, and my barbarian started screaming with joy Then, another dragon turned up. And another. And their mother I stare at my GM for a moment in an "are you serious? way. He tells me that dragons roar in unison, that their mother pounces at me Well, f--- encounters with CR too high. I start 'zerking □ Anonymous 02/01/13(Fri)20:05 No 22923954 Replies: >>22924003 File: 1359767105186.ipg-(62 KB, 640x360, 1351708121279 jpg) >> 222923940 and the dragon is blown aside with POWAHFUL MAGICAL BEAMS Oh great, I thought. DMPC wizaro. But nooo! A huge, glistening beast appears from the sky, throwing one thunder of fiery red death after another at the vile beast. Dragon's body spasms and twitches as the very life is burned out of it. With an ungodly roar, the grey monster that apparently - saved you lands on earth, sporting stinking fumes. I slightly watted Two remaining drakes move back a little, apparently horrified by the death of their mother and the new monster. You have a feeling that it stares at you through its huge, black eyes. Well, I charged it with my trunk. Its huge maw opens roaring even louder and surrounding itself with great vapours. But not before Thorgun rushed it with his mighty club "rollan, rollan "He managed to catch it at a knee-joint, apparently crippling it gravely □ Anonymous 02/01/13(Fri)20:07 No.22924003 Replies: 22 9 KB, 620x437, 123 jpg) 222923954 DM describes the beast collapsing, and I start to wonder whether l just one-shotted an encounter. But then the other guy -I've nearly forgotten about him; also two girls came around in the meantime (and I am sure they were "together). Still, the File player speaks, looking as though he is about to burst into laughter any moment now Out of the beasts' remains you see a huge ogre rising. He is clad in a blood-red steel, decorated with imagery of black raven. He gives Thorgun a long stare" - I get ready to yell 1 chargel "and looks aside, at the wyrmlings. He raises his hand, holding a weird wand with it, points it at them and"-he looks at GM, GM nods-"blasts them apart in a matter of few thundering moments I wat. And then I smile The figure comes a few earth-shaking steps closer until all you can see is his armor. Even though his physical supremacy is obvious, he falls to one knee; the earth thunders as he does it. Then, you hear booming, stunningly loud and alien voice. It says 'My lord von Trovalt. Finally I've found you GM hands me a new character sheet. lt reads 'Rogue Trader' on top of it, and is filled with something quite resembling stats of the D&D character I've prepared earlier P2 Anonymous 02/01/13(Fri)20:10 No.22924052 That's some good s--- right there □ Anonymous 02/01/13(Fri)20:11 No 22924061 2>22924003 OP, you have the best DM □ Anonymous 02/01/13(Fri)20:12 No.22924079 Replies:-229241782-229243462-22924580 File (198 KB, 1280x896, 1349559507088.jpg) "Unluckily,I bear grave news. Your father is dead, killed by treacherous poison of forsaken eldar witches. Most of your siblings were blown apart, together with a ship, in a battle that ensued a few moments after your father's demise. Now you, as the eldest of von Trovalts are the righteous bearer of the Warrant of Trade. I feel obliged to Then Thorgun did exactly what he would have done to any other, scary monster speaking incomprehensible things. He slapped it with a tree Thus begun the great, galactic journey of Thorgun von Trovalt, another in a long line of great and honoured Rogue Traders Oh! And I kept my sword

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Anonymous 07/31/15(Fri)08 33 24 No 41575504415756 18 -41575716 I have a rather ridiculous story from my for fun campaign Ill post the team and quick plot and ř anyone is interested I'l post the full story gnome sorcerer. Has the spel grease which alows him to grease anything within reason. Has wild magic though so critical fais have hornble results half orc barbarian wrestler. Is a former janitor that still carries his mop and bucket around, probably because he is incontinent santhropomorphic bear man bard whose instruments are finger cymbals. Incredibly emotional so has to roll frequently before events to see how he feels about it. Convinced he is a carnie because of a previous session my character, dwarf rogue pirate who has lost everything except his ship, probably drave his crew to mutiny because he has a need to recite horrible poetry to everyone frequently The other three guys run into me after causing a huge amount of "accidental" chaos in a nearby vilage. I agree to take them in f they help me secure an island fortress. Tums out the fortress is controled by reigious cultists that follow the blood god The God hmself comes down to watch our final battle with the cultists. a battle that ㅲvolves the gnome setting himsef on fire and me accidentally idling myself Anonymous 073 1 /1 5(Fn)06:39 22 No 41 5756 18 쯔41A761쑈 The gnome setting himself on fire and me accidentally killing myself You had me at gnome sorcerer but my interest has truly been ignited Share your story of Anonymous 07/31/15(Fn)06:45 38 No 4 1 575716 Anonymous 073 1 /1 5(Fn)07:09 23 No 41 5761 55 41570294 쯔41576520 쯔41576710 other three guys are running from an even organization, chasing them down after they set a demon masquerading as a village's mayor on fire bump into me, depressed and drunk stumbling about on my ship yelling of the good old days n and sail tell them I'I take them if they help me take this fortress on an island get there, perception check to scope out the island >barbarian rolls a 15, leams that these are zealots gnome rolls a perfect 20, asks if there are crabs on the island that he can collect, and asks OOC how many he could collect in an hour bear and I roll s---- rolls, don't notice much, but find a sewer passage gnome immediately rols to grease the bear DM critically fails the rol shoots out a fireball that ricochets around the storageroom we're in, destroying any chance we had of sneaking around proll to see who dodges and who gets hit the f------ gnome gets hit but takes the least amount of damage bear rolls to see how he feels, feels good gnome stops me, tells me to roil him in f------ rainbow six style to scope it out at this point I just want to see what happens so l agree he rolls in, right into the feet of a zealot barbarian shoots the poor guy in his eye with a crossbow charge and slice him open, left armpit to right thigh bear roars, rupturing his ear drums finaly he reacts, shoots his bow at the gnome poiny blank range >critical fal, shoots himsell in the foot gnome greases the guy, he falls >barbarian bashes him over the head with a folding chair 거finaly kill the first guy, rest his poor soul, with a stab into the heart Ptake quick work of the second guy go through a hallway into the center of the complex, a church Anonymous 0731 /1 5Fri)07 16 05 No 4 1 576294 41576513-1576599竹41576673 2241575716竹41577149 sthree guys, one of which is at least 80 years old gnome asks bear to throw him into the oldest guy >DM decribes the gnome being shotputed straight into the frail old man at what must be a land speed record for gnomes Pother two priests f------ enraged over this, call on the power of the God so they do more damage while taking more barbarian and I charge at the other two taking minor damage from their spels t 20 Phe clothes-ines the priest doing a people's elbow after chop the other one's hand off -sickles sgnome recovers shoots some good old fire for once at the priest currently being f----- up by the wrestler circular, with a loft area for church bell ringing and an area for offerings to the blood God with their rope Ptells the bear to tie himself to the gnome >DM demands the bear rolls to see how he feels himsef up asks to borrow the sickles barbarian andI completely bewildered, suggest we ring the bells to get the rest of the zealots here f this i s a compliment coming from him barbarian and I go up to ring them and also provide aerial assistance with our crossbows gnome finaly declares what he's going to do says that he will root the bear to the ground in the center of the room while the bear spins him around swill set himself on fire with matches and stick out the sickles so that he becomes a flaming gnome flail to hit the enemies the rest of us are speechless >DM says we need to roll like six different checks for this to work >my pirate declares this wil be worthy of a poem f we make it bear feels good about it too so he starts spinning, we ring the bells, and the gnome is now on fire Conclusion in next post Anonymous 07/31/15(Fri)07 28 09 No 41576513 File: 880 ipg (25 KB, 240x180) will set himself on fire with matches and stick out the sickles so that he becomes a flaming gnome Anonymous 073 1 /15(Fri)07 33 09 No 4 1 576590 >>41576715-1580201 6 archers and two priest come barging in as well as the blood god in his physical form as well, potentially alerted by the bells, potentially there for keks DM rolls to see who is able to react to the flaming f------ gnome in time sonly three archers don't get hit, others are incapacitated for a bit all three archers shoot the bear オwo bear is shot in the head twice for a huge amount of damage dies is still rooted to the ground though and spinning due to forces, will stop spinning in one turn barbarian gets into his mop bucket and says hell ride it down to the ground and continue swinging the gnome around this means he' fall at least 10m/30 in a f------ mop bucket bunch of check rolls later he's able to cut the gnome loose and continue spinning him, but his landing was awkward so he's also roling around a lot t 20s and a miss t s my tunat a priest call out to the others if they can bait the zealots under the loft I'lIl make it crash onto them sother enemies are back up dealing huge damage to the barbarian, gnome is still on fire taking damage as well they manage to kil the two priest but t's blatantly obvious that they'll die in another tun decide to bring the church bels down onto the last enemies gnome tells barbarian to pull him into the mop bucket water can only bring him in close can't drag him into t gnome scrambles to it but dies before getting in fire Dcashim dumb for even thinking of using water s"And so Mosshead the Pirate believed he could take it down quickest by pulling the bell down 거pul on the bel, falling with it as t goes crashing down DM rolls to see if the archers avoid it all four of us are killed Anonymous 07/31/15(Fri)07:37:37 No 41576673 41576294ina we ring the bells, and the Anonymous 0731 /1 5(Fn)07:39 4 1 No 4 1 5767 16 >>4157aara n41576919 0OC we're all slent and dumbfounded >Barbarian only alive with 1 HP and declares t the greatest fight he's ever seen and gives the barbarian a deal he'll resurect all of us and give us the castle if we sow chaos in his name and the deal to us bear rolls to see how he feels, feels good (he has a wide range of emotions, but he kept rolling good) ask ifI can turn the torture chambers into distilenes and if we can get rid of the tacky symbols blood god decrees that one torture chamber must be kept and one room dedicaled to him, otherwise t's ours And that's how my pirate kingdom was bom, with the help of a bear, gnome, janitor and the God of blood and war Anonymous 0731 /15(Fn)07:48 1 7 No 4 1 576878 쯔4157497a Anonymous 07/31/15(Fri)07:49 45 No 41576919 laughing! 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Anonymous 07/31/15(Fri)08 33 24 No 41575504415756 18 -41575716 I have a rather ridiculous story from my for fun campaign Ill post the team and quick plot and ř anyone is interested I'l post the full story gnome sorcerer. Has the spel grease which alows him to grease anything within reason. Has wild magic though so critical fais have hornble results half orc barbarian wrestler. Is a former janitor that still carries his mop and bucket around, probably because he is incontinent santhropomorphic bear man bard whose instruments are finger cymbals. Incredibly emotional so has to roll frequently before events to see how he feels about it. Convinced he is a carnie because of a previous session my character, dwarf rogue pirate who has lost everything except his ship, probably drave his crew to mutiny because he has a need to recite horrible poetry to everyone frequently The other three guys run into me after causing a huge amount of "accidental" chaos in a nearby vilage. I agree to take them in f they help me secure an island fortress. Tums out the fortress is controled by reigious cultists that follow the blood god The God hmself comes down to watch our final battle with the cultists. a battle that ㅲvolves the gnome setting himsef on fire and me accidentally idling myself Anonymous 073 1 /1 5(Fn)06:39 22 No 41 5756 18 쯔41A761쑈 The gnome setting himself on fire and me accidentally killing myself You had me at gnome sorcerer but my interest has truly been ignited Share your story of Anonymous 07/31/15(Fn)06:45 38 No 4 1 575716 Anonymous 073 1 /1 5(Fn)07:09 23 No 41 5761 55 41570294 쯔41576520 쯔41576710 other three guys are running from an even organization, chasing them down after they set a demon masquerading as a village's mayor on fire bump into me, depressed and drunk stumbling about on my ship yelling of the good old days n and sail tell them I'I take them if they help me take this fortress on an island get there, perception check to scope out the island >barbarian rolls a 15, leams that these are zealots gnome rolls a perfect 20, asks if there are crabs on the island that he can collect, and asks OOC how many he could collect in an hour bear and I roll s---- rolls, don't notice much, but find a sewer passage gnome immediately rols to grease the bear DM critically fails the rol shoots out a fireball that ricochets around the storageroom we're in, destroying any chance we had of sneaking around proll to see who dodges and who gets hit the f------ gnome gets hit but takes the least amount of damage bear rolls to see how he feels, feels good gnome stops me, tells me to roil him in f------ rainbow six style to scope it out at this point I just want to see what happens so l agree he rolls in, right into the feet of a zealot barbarian shoots the poor guy in his eye with a crossbow charge and slice him open, left armpit to right thigh bear roars, rupturing his ear drums finaly he reacts, shoots his bow at the gnome poiny blank range >critical fal, shoots himsell in the foot gnome greases the guy, he falls >barbarian bashes him over the head with a folding chair 거finaly kill the first guy, rest his poor soul, with a stab into the heart Ptake quick work of the second guy go through a hallway into the center of the complex, a church Anonymous 0731 /1 5Fri)07 16 05 No 4 1 576294 41576513-1576599竹41576673 2241575716竹41577149 sthree guys, one of which is at least 80 years old gnome asks bear to throw him into the oldest guy >DM decribes the gnome being shotputed straight into the frail old man at what must be a land speed record for gnomes Pother two priests f------ enraged over this, call on the power of the God so they do more damage while taking more barbarian and I charge at the other two taking minor damage from their spels t 20 Phe clothes-ines the priest doing a people's elbow after chop the other one's hand off -sickles sgnome recovers shoots some good old fire for once at the priest currently being f----- up by the wrestler circular, with a loft area for church bell ringing and an area for offerings to the blood God with their rope Ptells the bear to tie himself to the gnome >DM demands the bear rolls to see how he feels himsef up asks to borrow the sickles barbarian andI completely bewildered, suggest we ring the bells to get the rest of the zealots here f this i s a compliment coming from him barbarian and I go up to ring them and also provide aerial assistance with our crossbows gnome finaly declares what he's going to do says that he will root the bear to the ground in the center of the room while the bear spins him around swill set himself on fire with matches and stick out the sickles so that he becomes a flaming gnome flail to hit the enemies the rest of us are speechless >DM says we need to roll like six different checks for this to work >my pirate declares this wil be worthy of a poem f we make it bear feels good about it too so he starts spinning, we ring the bells, and the gnome is now on fire Conclusion in next post Anonymous 07/31/15(Fri)07 28 09 No 41576513 File: 880 ipg (25 KB, 240x180) will set himself on fire with matches and stick out the sickles so that he becomes a flaming gnome Anonymous 073 1 /15(Fri)07 33 09 No 4 1 576590 >>41576715-1580201 6 archers and two priest come barging in as well as the blood god in his physical form as well, potentially alerted by the bells, potentially there for keks DM rolls to see who is able to react to the flaming f------ gnome in time sonly three archers don't get hit, others are incapacitated for a bit all three archers shoot the bear オwo bear is shot in the head twice for a huge amount of damage dies is still rooted to the ground though and spinning due to forces, will stop spinning in one turn barbarian gets into his mop bucket and says hell ride it down to the ground and continue swinging the gnome around this means he' fall at least 10m/30 in a f------ mop bucket bunch of check rolls later he's able to cut the gnome loose and continue spinning him, but his landing was awkward so he's also roling around a lot t 20s and a miss t s my tunat a priest call out to the others if they can bait the zealots under the loft I'lIl make it crash onto them sother enemies are back up dealing huge damage to the barbarian, gnome is still on fire taking damage as well they manage to kil the two priest but t's blatantly obvious that they'll die in another tun decide to bring the church bels down onto the last enemies gnome tells barbarian to pull him into the mop bucket water can only bring him in close can't drag him into t gnome scrambles to it but dies before getting in fire Dcashim dumb for even thinking of using water s"And so Mosshead the Pirate believed he could take it down quickest by pulling the bell down 거pul on the bel, falling with it as t goes crashing down DM rolls to see if the archers avoid it all four of us are killed Anonymous 07/31/15(Fri)07:37:37 No 41576673 41576294ina we ring the bells, and the Anonymous 0731 /1 5(Fn)07:39 4 1 No 4 1 5767 16 >>4157aara n41576919 0OC we're all slent and dumbfounded >Barbarian only alive with 1 HP and declares t the greatest fight he's ever seen and gives the barbarian a deal he'll resurect all of us and give us the castle if we sow chaos in his name and the deal to us bear rolls to see how he feels, feels good (he has a wide range of emotions, but he kept rolling good) ask ifI can turn the torture chambers into distilenes and if we can get rid of the tacky symbols blood god decrees that one torture chamber must be kept and one room dedicaled to him, otherwise t's ours And that's how my pirate kingdom was bom, with the help of a bear, gnome, janitor and the God of blood and war Anonymous 0731 /15(Fn)07:48 1 7 No 4 1 576878 쯔4157497a Anonymous 07/31/15(Fri)07:49 45 No 41576919 laughing! Anonymous 07/31/15(Fn)08:01 14 No 41577149 flail

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/tg/ gnome bear blood god pirate

Shoggy the Seldom-Dog


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El Presidente's Stats

Never fear, el Presidente is hear. ipg (54 KB, 300x366) google igdb ·□ Anonymous 6 hours ago No. 36143180 >>36143448 >>36143937 >>36144020 >-36144336 Stat me /tg/ Anonymous 6 hours ago No.36143235 v El Presidente is all things, as he is needed □ Anonymous 6 hours ago No.36143260 Charismatic Hardworking Incorruptible Anonymous 6 hours ago No.36143292 36143368 Is there a book for characters beyond Epic Level? Ps l Anonymous 6 hours ago No.36143336 v 10 % beard growth Ps □ Anonymous 5 hours ago No.36144336、 >>36144449 >>36144552 >>36144811 >>36144844 >>361451 17 >>36150452 >>36150526 >>36143180 (OP) Strength Mighty enough to carry the burdens of our great nation >Intelligence Unparalleled! He sees the future, and he makes the future!l Dexterity Faster than a speeding bullet. not fired at him, of course, for he is beloved by all! >Wisdom Like a wise and majestic elder of the ancient days, except younger and much more handsome >Charisma Too look upon him is to truly live for the first time. To hear him is to embrace the music of Divinity Constitution This stat list is over! Guards!
Never fear, el Presidente is hear. ipg (54 KB, 300x366) google igdb ·□ Anonymous 6 hours ago No. 36143180 >>36143448 >>36143937 >>36144020 >-36144336 Stat me /tg/ Anonymous 6 hours ago No.36143235 v El Presidente is all things, as he is needed □ Anonymous 6 hours ago No.36143260 Charismatic Hardworking Incorruptible Anonymous 6 hours ago No.36143292 36143368 Is there a book for characters beyond Epic Level? Ps l Anonymous 6 hours ago No.36143336 v 10 % beard growth Ps □ Anonymous 5 hours ago No.36144336、 >>36144449 >>36144552 >>36144811 >>36144844 >>361451 17 >>36150452 >>36150526 >>36143180 (OP) Strength Mighty enough to carry the burdens of our great nation >Intelligence Unparalleled! He sees the future, and he makes the future!l Dexterity Faster than a speeding bullet. not fired at him, of course, for he is beloved by all! >Wisdom Like a wise and majestic elder of the ancient days, except younger and much more handsome >Charisma Too look upon him is to truly live for the first time. To hear him is to embrace the music of Divinity Constitution This stat list is over! Guards!

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tropico el presidente stat me stats tg

unused scooby doo pilot

Anonymous (You) 07/05/15 (Sun) 14:32:29 No. 125842.125843 File (hide): 1436121149049.jpg (244.73 KB, 650x400, 13:8, Fred-Jones jpg) 125846 >>126125 125818 (OP) Gang looks like we have a mystery on our hands I don't know who this mad dwarf is but I say it's high time we laid a trap for him Anonymous (You) 07/05/15 (Sun) 14:36:36 No.125843 >>125845 >>125846 >>120125 >125842 (You) and i think I have just the plan to trap him Anonymous (You) 07/05/15 (Sun) 14:41:59 No. 125845-2125848 22126125 >125843 (You) Everyone knows dwarves can't resist gold.So we'll lure him back here and when he runs to pick up this gold bar, he will trip on the tripwire we laid out and land in this minecraft. He'll be dazed for a couple of seconds so that's when Daphne and Velma come out of hiding and throw a net over him. Now he just need someone to act as bait. Anonymous 07/05/15 (Sun) 14:42:36 No. 125846 >>125855 22120125 22120144 File (hide): 1436121756923.ipg (85.47 KB, 422x751, 422:751, dwarf trap ipg) >125843 (You) >>125842 (You) Anonymous (You) 07/05/15 (Sun) 14:43:28 No. 125848-->125849 >> 126125 File (hide): 1436121808868.jpg (70. 15 KB, 717x535, 717 535, the dwarf vilian jpg) >125845 (You) like, zoinks fred,I think scoobs just found the dwarf Anonymous (You) 07/05/15 (Sun) 14:45:46 No. 125849-2125850 >>126125 >125848 (You) Ruh Roh Anonymous (You) 07/05/15 (Sun) 14:46:34 No. 125850 >2125852 >2126125 >>125849 (You) Quick, everyone get into position Annnvm(1 ls [Yn//) 07/05/15 (Siin) 14:50:18 N() 125852 >>12R17n >>1PR125 File (hide): 1436122218872.ipg (65.74 KB, 540x607, 540 607, dworf hole ipg) >>125850 (You) >scoobs runs past the gold trips on the tripwire and lands in the mine-cart. >Daphne and Velma throw a net over him. >the dwarf gets up from picking up the gold everyone panics and some how manages to lodge the dwarf in a hole Anonymous (You) 07/05/15 (Sun) 14:56:44 No. 125853-125858 File (hide): 1436122604873.png (66461 KB, 720x540, 4:3, dwarfde masked png) 126125 Come on gang i think it's time we find out who this mad dwarf really is gasp Anonymous 07/05/15 (Sun) 15:34:38 No.125858 2126125 125853 (You) Oy vei and I would have gotten away with it too if it wasn't for muhshugganing kids Anonymous 07/06/15 (Mon) 04:57:51 No. 12612022126125 >125852 (You) after this wacky adventure, Daphne and Velma have hot lesbian sex >Velma discover mark of Slaanesh on Daphne hot ass Fred calls the Inquisition whole gang has been exterminated
Anonymous (You) 07/05/15 (Sun) 14:32:29 No. 125842.125843 File (hide): 1436121149049.jpg (244.73 KB, 650x400, 13:8, Fred-Jones jpg) 125846 >>126125 125818 (OP) Gang looks like we have a mystery on our hands I don't know who this mad dwarf is but I say it's high time we laid a trap for him Anonymous (You) 07/05/15 (Sun) 14:36:36 No.125843 >>125845 >>125846 >>120125 >125842 (You) and i think I have just the plan to trap him Anonymous (You) 07/05/15 (Sun) 14:41:59 No. 125845-2125848 22126125 >125843 (You) Everyone knows dwarves can't resist gold.So we'll lure him back here and when he runs to pick up this gold bar, he will trip on the tripwire we laid out and land in this minecraft. He'll be dazed for a couple of seconds so that's when Daphne and Velma come out of hiding and throw a net over him. Now he just need someone to act as bait. Anonymous 07/05/15 (Sun) 14:42:36 No. 125846 >>125855 22120125 22120144 File (hide): 1436121756923.ipg (85.47 KB, 422x751, 422:751, dwarf trap ipg) >125843 (You) >>125842 (You) Anonymous (You) 07/05/15 (Sun) 14:43:28 No. 125848-->125849 >> 126125 File (hide): 1436121808868.jpg (70. 15 KB, 717x535, 717 535, the dwarf vilian jpg) >125845 (You) like, zoinks fred,I think scoobs just found the dwarf Anonymous (You) 07/05/15 (Sun) 14:45:46 No. 125849-2125850 >>126125 >125848 (You) Ruh Roh Anonymous (You) 07/05/15 (Sun) 14:46:34 No. 125850 >2125852 >2126125 >>125849 (You) Quick, everyone get into position Annnvm(1 ls [Yn//) 07/05/15 (Siin) 14:50:18 N() 125852 >>12R17n >>1PR125 File (hide): 1436122218872.ipg (65.74 KB, 540x607, 540 607, dworf hole ipg) >>125850 (You) >scoobs runs past the gold trips on the tripwire and lands in the mine-cart. >Daphne and Velma throw a net over him. >the dwarf gets up from picking up the gold everyone panics and some how manages to lodge the dwarf in a hole Anonymous (You) 07/05/15 (Sun) 14:56:44 No. 125853-125858 File (hide): 1436122604873.png (66461 KB, 720x540, 4:3, dwarfde masked png) 126125 Come on gang i think it's time we find out who this mad dwarf really is gasp Anonymous 07/05/15 (Sun) 15:34:38 No.125858 2126125 125853 (You) Oy vei and I would have gotten away with it too if it wasn't for muhshugganing kids Anonymous 07/06/15 (Mon) 04:57:51 No. 12612022126125 >125852 (You) after this wacky adventure, Daphne and Velma have hot lesbian sex >Velma discover mark of Slaanesh on Daphne hot ass Fred calls the Inquisition whole gang has been exterminated

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/tg/ greentext scooby 8chan

Mr. Bones Wild Ride

Anonymous 04/11/15 (Sat) 03:28:59 No.89067 2289081 YouTube embed. Click thumbnail to play. Skeleton Star >Novice necromancer submits a spell to the DM >DM "It's poorly written but whatever. You can use it" >As is the nature of a f------ weirdo the necromancer goes off by himself to perform his degeneracy >A successful summoning >Roll to control it ton sorcerer summoned an additional skeleton sorcerer minion Nervouslaughter.jpg by everyone at the table Roll to banish >another fail >each of skeleton sorcerers then summon another sorcerer, 1 per skeleton sorcerer Necromancer "oh god, this is getting bad... 'm gonna need some help >party is in an inn across the way >necromancer runs for help >DM runs the calculations >in the time it took for him to get the party from the inn the skeletons have reproduced >There are now over 16000 skeletons and they're continuing to multiply exponentially >"oh god Tha... That's too many skeletons guys, we need a high level NPC! >"DM, how many more skeletons can be created?" >DM-"According to the spell submitted by Drenokan, there's no limit The party bails from the town. The screams of the townsfolk can be heard in the distance as the skeletons continue to multiply. Everyone smacks Drenokan in the back of the head as they go >As they run a tower of skeletons emerges from the horizon as the dawn breaks Party arrives at a port town as a wave of skeletons builds in the forest behind them, Skeletons now tumbling over one another summoning more skeletons as they fall as skeletons summoning skeletons summoning skeletons summoning skeletons summon yet more skeletons >"we'll take a boat and just head off to another continent, problem solved guys. let's get out of here >DM's narration is perfect >"As the boat departs skeletons are just beginning to tumble onto the docks. The panicked screams of the townsfolk generate an eerie melody as a precession of percussion drifts through the air. An untold number of bones clattering together herald the end of Swiftwater, the small port town at the western edge of the continent of Edhyak. Edhyak, known for it's bustling cities and vibrant merchant commerce was thus buried beneath a mountain of bones. In the coming hours millions die in this bonocolpylse, their bones merely acting as a foundation for yet more bones to follow" >Mackleroy,a merchant character in the party is livid. He's real big into world building and he'd spent a month with the DM developing this place and it basically became a barren bone wasteland in a matter of b or / turns Mackleroy "Okay, can we restart already? This is getting stupid" > DM "No, Not until we finish the story." >Boat is filled with weeping people lamenting their forsaken homes. Mackleroy is considering tossing Drenokan overboard. Other party members are actually trying to critically think things through "How can we stem this tide of undead?" "mayhaps we can draw them into the void.. >captain of ship calls out "Gods alive! Protect us! Thar be skeletons head'n our way!" DM narrates further "In the distance a wave of skeletons roll across the horizon cutting the sea in twain. The rattle of their bones has become a deafening roar. The ship breaks out into a panic. People are g. jumping overboard, complete pandemonium. The boat gets swept up in this skeleton tide. Skeletons appear from thin air tumbling onto the boat as they do >The party is fighting off skeletons on the boat in a sea of skeletons The wave of skeletons gradually continues to overtake the boat and soon the boat itself is adrift in this sea of skeletons. Party takes turns fighting off the skeletons. Frantically making saving rolls that never hit 20 for some kind of divine intervention. At one point our sorcerer tries to reason them "PLEASE, STAHP, NO MORE! in DM intervenes "There are countless skeletons now. Even if you could cut down one million with a single swing you'd never be able to overtake their ability to reproduce. This continues for a while longer and then...they reach a critical mass. The weight of the skeletons becomes so great that their combined mass crushes the innermost portions of the planet. The generation of gravity from the skeletons' ever increasing mass sucks them into a void of density instantly killing anyone left on the planet who wasn't already dead...or a skeleton. This starts a chain reaction with fuels the creation of a new star. A star born of death. The cries of many are lost to a burning blaze in the aether. Some say you can still hear the rattling of bones echoing around this star Tongue in cheek. This short campaign is affectionately referred to in our group as "Mr Bone's wild ride" Anonymous 04/11/15 (Sat) 04 2705 No 89081 2289089 Thats really metal and all, but I wonder about the science of that. Wouldn't the sea of bones crush them or push them out of the atmosphere before the planet collapsed into a star? Anonymous 04/11/15 (Sat) 05:06:52 No 89089 hide): 1428725212333 gif (851.3 KB, 320x238, 80:59, cheese it futurama.gif) 2289081 Our group revisited the topic a number of times for keks and kaks. In one instance we discussed revisiting the bone planet through a portal that our characters might discover. A space/time wormhole kind of deal. Basically it'd be a "what if scenario to see if would stop it from turning into a star. Our "Mackleroy" said. 刈don't want to risk that s--- spreading to any other worlds Truly, Mr Bone's wild nde was the worst thing we've ever done. And that's counting Dolseth the red. CHEESE Keep in mind in one of our campaigns we accidentally unsealed this dragon (Dolseth) and it went around wrecking everything. Basically we released a Smaug tier f----- that ended up f------ up an entire continent. Keep in mind our DM hates cutting s--- short. His motto is "We're gonna finish this story one way or the He's a great storyteller but sometimes things get real crazy. The above story had a bit more leading into it but it's way too much greentext to get into Whatever world we get into, we often break more than we fix. To remedy our fuckery the DM implemented the "mirror of worlds" so that we can use if we utterly f--- up a planet beyond all hope of salvation. Weve only had to use it 3 times so far and the DM discourages us using it unless we absolutely have to because the rule of thumb is you can never revisit a planet you've f----- As with mister bone's wild ride, we refer to the "mirror or worlds" as the "CHEESE IT!" mirror an extra bit Weve theorized that the mirror isn't used without a cost. The DM has even mentioned that when we use it we'll see copies of ourselves floating by in the warp between worlds. Inferring perhaps that the mirror swaps our characters with their counterparts from alternate dimensions. It's somewhat disheartening realizing we're sending our copies to a (most likely) doomed planet. The DM has said that maybe they'll succeed where we've failed. Ithink he was trying to comfort us because nothing our counterparts could have done would have saved the planet that we filled with zombie spiders.
Anonymous 04/11/15 (Sat) 03:28:59 No.89067 2289081 YouTube embed. Click thumbnail to play. Skeleton Star >Novice necromancer submits a spell to the DM >DM "It's poorly written but whatever. You can use it" >As is the nature of a f------ weirdo the necromancer goes off by himself to perform his degeneracy >A successful summoning >Roll to control it ton sorcerer summoned an additional skeleton sorcerer minion Nervouslaughter.jpg by everyone at the table Roll to banish >another fail >each of skeleton sorcerers then summon another sorcerer, 1 per skeleton sorcerer Necromancer "oh god, this is getting bad... 'm gonna need some help >party is in an inn across the way >necromancer runs for help >DM runs the calculations >in the time it took for him to get the party from the inn the skeletons have reproduced >There are now over 16000 skeletons and they're continuing to multiply exponentially >"oh god Tha... That's too many skeletons guys, we need a high level NPC! >"DM, how many more skeletons can be created?" >DM-"According to the spell submitted by Drenokan, there's no limit The party bails from the town. The screams of the townsfolk can be heard in the distance as the skeletons continue to multiply. Everyone smacks Drenokan in the back of the head as they go >As they run a tower of skeletons emerges from the horizon as the dawn breaks Party arrives at a port town as a wave of skeletons builds in the forest behind them, Skeletons now tumbling over one another summoning more skeletons as they fall as skeletons summoning skeletons summoning skeletons summoning skeletons summon yet more skeletons >"we'll take a boat and just head off to another continent, problem solved guys. let's get out of here >DM's narration is perfect >"As the boat departs skeletons are just beginning to tumble onto the docks. The panicked screams of the townsfolk generate an eerie melody as a precession of percussion drifts through the air. An untold number of bones clattering together herald the end of Swiftwater, the small port town at the western edge of the continent of Edhyak. Edhyak, known for it's bustling cities and vibrant merchant commerce was thus buried beneath a mountain of bones. In the coming hours millions die in this bonocolpylse, their bones merely acting as a foundation for yet more bones to follow" >Mackleroy,a merchant character in the party is livid. He's real big into world building and he'd spent a month with the DM developing this place and it basically became a barren bone wasteland in a matter of b or / turns Mackleroy "Okay, can we restart already? This is getting stupid" > DM "No, Not until we finish the story." >Boat is filled with weeping people lamenting their forsaken homes. Mackleroy is considering tossing Drenokan overboard. Other party members are actually trying to critically think things through "How can we stem this tide of undead?" "mayhaps we can draw them into the void.. >captain of ship calls out "Gods alive! Protect us! Thar be skeletons head'n our way!" DM narrates further "In the distance a wave of skeletons roll across the horizon cutting the sea in twain. The rattle of their bones has become a deafening roar. The ship breaks out into a panic. People are g. jumping overboard, complete pandemonium. The boat gets swept up in this skeleton tide. Skeletons appear from thin air tumbling onto the boat as they do >The party is fighting off skeletons on the boat in a sea of skeletons The wave of skeletons gradually continues to overtake the boat and soon the boat itself is adrift in this sea of skeletons. Party takes turns fighting off the skeletons. Frantically making saving rolls that never hit 20 for some kind of divine intervention. At one point our sorcerer tries to reason them "PLEASE, STAHP, NO MORE! in DM intervenes "There are countless skeletons now. Even if you could cut down one million with a single swing you'd never be able to overtake their ability to reproduce. This continues for a while longer and then...they reach a critical mass. The weight of the skeletons becomes so great that their combined mass crushes the innermost portions of the planet. The generation of gravity from the skeletons' ever increasing mass sucks them into a void of density instantly killing anyone left on the planet who wasn't already dead...or a skeleton. This starts a chain reaction with fuels the creation of a new star. A star born of death. The cries of many are lost to a burning blaze in the aether. Some say you can still hear the rattling of bones echoing around this star Tongue in cheek. This short campaign is affectionately referred to in our group as "Mr Bone's wild ride" Anonymous 04/11/15 (Sat) 04 2705 No 89081 2289089 Thats really metal and all, but I wonder about the science of that. Wouldn't the sea of bones crush them or push them out of the atmosphere before the planet collapsed into a star? Anonymous 04/11/15 (Sat) 05:06:52 No 89089 hide): 1428725212333 gif (851.3 KB, 320x238, 80:59, cheese it futurama.gif) 2289081 Our group revisited the topic a number of times for keks and kaks. In one instance we discussed revisiting the bone planet through a portal that our characters might discover. A space/time wormhole kind of deal. Basically it'd be a "what if scenario to see if would stop it from turning into a star. Our "Mackleroy" said. 刈don't want to risk that s--- spreading to any other worlds Truly, Mr Bone's wild nde was the worst thing we've ever done. And that's counting Dolseth the red. CHEESE Keep in mind in one of our campaigns we accidentally unsealed this dragon (Dolseth) and it went around wrecking everything. Basically we released a Smaug tier f----- that ended up f------ up an entire continent. Keep in mind our DM hates cutting s--- short. His motto is "We're gonna finish this story one way or the He's a great storyteller but sometimes things get real crazy. The above story had a bit more leading into it but it's way too much greentext to get into Whatever world we get into, we often break more than we fix. To remedy our fuckery the DM implemented the "mirror of worlds" so that we can use if we utterly f--- up a planet beyond all hope of salvation. Weve only had to use it 3 times so far and the DM discourages us using it unless we absolutely have to because the rule of thumb is you can never revisit a planet you've f----- As with mister bone's wild ride, we refer to the "mirror or worlds" as the "CHEESE IT!" mirror an extra bit Weve theorized that the mirror isn't used without a cost. The DM has even mentioned that when we use it we'll see copies of ourselves floating by in the warp between worlds. Inferring perhaps that the mirror swaps our characters with their counterparts from alternate dimensions. It's somewhat disheartening realizing we're sending our copies to a (most likely) doomed planet. The DM has said that maybe they'll succeed where we've failed. Ithink he was trying to comfort us because nothing our counterparts could have done would have saved the planet that we filled with zombie spiders.

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mr. bones wild ride

It wont do you good on the long run though

>>|C Anonymous 06/06/16(Sat)14:30:36 №40423108 >>40423130 >>40423138-0423145 92 Can I use a ruler as a monk weapon? O Anonymous 06/06/15(Sat)14:32:26 No.40423121 There's no differentiation between sexes in Chinese for monks. Anonymous 06/06/15(Sat)14:33:12 No.40423130 >>40424122 File: rasputin-mad-monk ipg (53 KB, 391x599) 40423108
>>|C Anonymous 06/06/16(Sat)14:30:36 №40423108 >>40423130 >>40423138-0423145 92 Can I use a ruler as a monk weapon? O Anonymous 06/06/15(Sat)14:32:26 No.40423121 There's no differentiation between sexes in Chinese for monks. Anonymous 06/06/15(Sat)14:33:12 No.40423130 >>40424122 File: rasputin-mad-monk ipg (53 KB, 391x599) 40423108

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/tg/ monks ruler rasputin

"That Guy" can be funny sometimes

Anonymous 06/01/15(Mon)08:42:31 No.4032156740321733 240321752 40322200 4032270440322930 40323055 40323084 Everyone's made their characters and are ready to go That Guy's character name is Hitler, has a picture of Hitler as his reference picture and has German as one of his languages DM vetoes it for obvious reason That Guy gets a little mad but says he'll change it Couple of minutes later he changed the name to Hitler's last name, Fuhrer, photoshopped a pair of sunglasses on his Hitler picture and added ranks into the Disguise skill DM gives it the thumbs up what the f------ hell man □ Anonymous 06/01/15(Mon)08:56:03 No.40321 733 40321 792 2240321848 >>40321567 He's not the that guy; you are. That's goddamn hilarious. Anonymous 06/01/15(Mon)10:02:15 No.40322704 ile: nazisamongus ipg (202 KB, 988x380) TREE PRESS WEEKLY PRAIRIE FARMER SEVEN Would You Know Der Fuehrer's Face If He Settled in Western Canada? HITLER AU NATUREL MAYBE A CHEF A PROFESSOR OR JUST A HOBo OR THE GUY NEXT DOOR Want More Traffic $100,000 Sent To Aid Final Tribute Paid n T Chinese At KweilinT M Dirty Trick Mackinnon Appointed ... Tr r.inu >40321567
Anonymous 06/01/15(Mon)08:42:31 No.4032156740321733 240321752 40322200 4032270440322930 40323055 40323084 Everyone's made their characters and are ready to go That Guy's character name is Hitler, has a picture of Hitler as his reference picture and has German as one of his languages DM vetoes it for obvious reason That Guy gets a little mad but says he'll change it Couple of minutes later he changed the name to Hitler's last name, Fuhrer, photoshopped a pair of sunglasses on his Hitler picture and added ranks into the Disguise skill DM gives it the thumbs up what the f------ hell man □ Anonymous 06/01/15(Mon)08:56:03 No.40321 733 40321 792 2240321848 >>40321567 He's not the that guy; you are. That's goddamn hilarious. Anonymous 06/01/15(Mon)10:02:15 No.40322704 ile: nazisamongus ipg (202 KB, 988x380) TREE PRESS WEEKLY PRAIRIE FARMER SEVEN Would You Know Der Fuehrer's Face If He Settled in Western Canada? HITLER AU NATUREL MAYBE A CHEF A PROFESSOR OR JUST A HOBo OR THE GUY NEXT DOOR Want More Traffic $100,000 Sent To Aid Final Tribute Paid n T Chinese At KweilinT M Dirty Trick Mackinnon Appointed ... Tr r.inu >40321567

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that guy /tg/ 4chan screen cap hitler

/tg/ complaints department

/tg/complaints department: RTFM Have youtried not playing D&D
/tg/complaints department: RTFM Have youtried not playing D&D

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department image macro caption /tg/

that post gave me hersy

□ Anonymous 02/24/15 (Tue) 07:51:18 No.69046 ▶ File (hide): 1424782278339.jpg (5.17 KB, 125x125, 1:1, 1411136846728s.ipg) This post gave me heresy
□ Anonymous 02/24/15 (Tue) 07:51:18 No.69046 ▶ File (hide): 1424782278339.jpg (5.17 KB, 125x125, 1:1, 1411136846728s.ipg) This post gave me heresy

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the blacksmith part 4

! Anonymous 04/25/12(Wed)17:19 No.18859605 [! 18859707 z21885973 18859780 218859781 218860391 >The scene is unbelievable. There are so many people injured, unconscious, or dead. It shakes my resove to see it, but the thought that she might be there among them, crying for help, forces me to The peasantry and non-combatants are all in hiding, and I feel their eyes on me as I follow the path of bodies, my eyes keen for the sight of her shining armor. >1 arrive at the palace itself. In normal circumstances rd never be so brash as to enter it like this. At a time like this. I DEFINITELY shouldn't do so but I enter anyway >There are fewer bodies here, and I feel a knot start to tighten in my stomache >if she had fallen here, that would be one thing. But to travel this whole way, and find no trace of her? The thought tears me apart stand in front of the door to the throne room >Truly, the height of foolishness. A peasant baker, walking among hordes of fallen warriors, entering the throne room. >There is broken metal all across the floor, and a pile of scorched bones setting in the center of the room >l look around, seeing two figures, each at opposite ends of the room One is clearly a former undead, though the hair is still rooted stubbornly to her head. The fine golden locks frame what may have once been a beautiful face. approach the other figure, crumbled into a heap >My heart races as I see the firey red hair of the Lady Adventurer s 04/25/12(Wed)17:21 No.18859624 [!] (197 KB, 1024x768) igdb google Don't leave me like this Anonymous 04 25/12(Wed)17:27 No.18859707[! 1327971153245 png (303 KB, 457x506) igdb google BRACE FOR OH Anonymous 04/25/12(Wed)17:29 No.18859738 mfw21stcsm.jpg (29 KB, 300x300) igdb google 18859965 F5F5F5F5F5F5 Anonymous 04/25/12(Wed)17.32 No.18859780 [! >I'm tired of fighting. >My father, a man so devoted to an ideal woman that he paid no mind to my mother or l >My mother, who gave her heart to a man that would never return her sentiments And me, a stupid girl with a complex, and a nature tailor-made for getting herself killed Im tired of fighting. >There was a mystic once. He met a young girl and her fiance in a small town at the edge of the kingdom. He saw the future play out before him, he said, and this future was one of heroics Many years later, another young one crossed his path. The last one had fallen prematurely, but this one... she was already equipped for the mission. Why was she wasting her time fighting simple >But I wasn't wasting time. Not once. I was running headlong to this conclusion. The end of my adventures. >To be honest, it wasnt a bad run...Ican die satisfied l feel a slow, steady rising and falling. My breath? Certainly not...'m not even positive I'm still capable of such faculties >Every few seconds, a heavy lurch shakes me, slowly bringing me to full consciousness >I cant move, I can hardly breathe, and something is carrying me to god knows where manage to open my eyes, and the bright sunlight assaults my vsion, forcing me to jam them shut again try to groan at the feeling, but my body won't waste any effort on something like that. l don't try opening my eyes again. I'm too tired for that. Best to sleep, for now Anonymous 04/25/12(Wed)17:32 No.18859781 [!] 18859605 OH PLEASE OH PLEASE POST MOREI Anonymous 04/25/12(Wed)17:36 No. 18859834 [!2 18859963 Someone be ready to screencap this story when it's done! >I don't know how long it's been, but when I wake again, I'm not moving anymore >I feel something pressing against my hair, but pay it no mind... .t feels nice, actually. It reminds me of how my mother used to stroke my head when I was young to >In response, the stroking stops suddenly >I open my eyes, searching for whatever caused the end of the first comfort Me had in many years >m greeted by the shocked, sleepless face of the dark haired, gangly limbed baker. He stares down into my eyes, and the flood of emotions is visible in every line of his tired face 뇌 open my mouth, trying to urge him to continue stroking my har ''P.pe ease kee...-.p" >My voice hurts, my body hurts, everything hurts. Please, please, please, just give me one positive thing to hold on to. >Luckily, he seems to understand, and continues to stroke my hair >He doesn't stop, even when I fall asleep >Even when I wake up, he's still there, stroking my hair as I asked him to. >l don't know how long we've been traveling. but finally, we stop >He lays me down in the same bed I recovered in when last we met For the next month, he cares for me, feeding me soup, stroking my hair, and making sure I'm recovering properly >Soon, rve recovered enough to walk, talk, and eat by myself >My strength may never be what it once was >l have no armor, no sword, and no adventures left >But I've got the dark-haired, gangly-limbed baker boy >And unlike my father, I've come to realize that I'd never be content with anything else Anonymous 04/25/12(Wed)17:50 No.18860061 [! 118860130 Anonymous 04/25/12(Wed)17:54 No. 18860130 [ ! ] Anonymous 04/25/12(Wed)17:55 No.18860146[!] hnnnghig (157 KB. 696x750) ǐqdb google best end. Anonymous 04/25/12(Wed)17:50 No.18860066 [! 118860137 s 04/25/12(Wed)17:54 No. 188601 37 [ ! ] 1330296606400.jpg (302 KB, 462x369) iqdb google THANK YOU For that story Anonymous 04/25/12(Wed)17:52 No.18860096 [] MANUL ipg (72 KB, 768x553) iqdb google Anonymous 04/25/12(Wed)17:57 No. 18860178 [] 1326660304701.gif (498 KB, 262x200) iqdb google BASED GOD Anonymous 04/25/12(Wed)17:55 No.18860140 [! >Be the son of a slightly gangly dark haired baker and a retired red head adventurer Anonymous 04/25/12(Wed)17:53 No.18860110 [!] 1317571793119 ipa (24 KB, 225x164) igdb google s 04/2512(Wed)17:55 No.18860141 !] Anonymous 04/25/12(Wed)17:58 No. 18860196 [1] f--- yeah 1.ipg (117 KB, 576x711) igdb google 1317205161183 jpg (22 KB, 640x480) igdb google My feels. Have them! Braith117! 1326435726502 ing (182 KB, 795x446) igdb google F--- YEAH S 04 25 12(Wed)17:54 No. 18860126 [!] Anonymous 04/25/12(Wed)17:59 No. 18860209 [!] the monk story You rock, dude Anonymous 04/25/12(Wed)18:03 No 18860274 happy-cuteness-overload ipg (35 KB, 344x342) igdb google emmile Yes captcha, it has emmile. It has all the emmile ljust realized. I was born to see this Jarboot!!4xjG8Gxyo4 04/25/12(Wed)18:06 No.18860313 [!] No reaction image can describe that prose m actually choking up right now
! Anonymous 04/25/12(Wed)17:19 No.18859605 [! 18859707 z21885973 18859780 218859781 218860391 >The scene is unbelievable. There are so many people injured, unconscious, or dead. It shakes my resove to see it, but the thought that she might be there among them, crying for help, forces me to The peasantry and non-combatants are all in hiding, and I feel their eyes on me as I follow the path of bodies, my eyes keen for the sight of her shining armor. >1 arrive at the palace itself. In normal circumstances rd never be so brash as to enter it like this. At a time like this. I DEFINITELY shouldn't do so but I enter anyway >There are fewer bodies here, and I feel a knot start to tighten in my stomache >if she had fallen here, that would be one thing. But to travel this whole way, and find no trace of her? The thought tears me apart stand in front of the door to the throne room >Truly, the height of foolishness. A peasant baker, walking among hordes of fallen warriors, entering the throne room. >There is broken metal all across the floor, and a pile of scorched bones setting in the center of the room >l look around, seeing two figures, each at opposite ends of the room One is clearly a former undead, though the hair is still rooted stubbornly to her head. The fine golden locks frame what may have once been a beautiful face. approach the other figure, crumbled into a heap >My heart races as I see the firey red hair of the Lady Adventurer s 04/25/12(Wed)17:21 No.18859624 [!] (197 KB, 1024x768) igdb google Don't leave me like this Anonymous 04 25/12(Wed)17:27 No.18859707[! 1327971153245 png (303 KB, 457x506) igdb google BRACE FOR OH Anonymous 04/25/12(Wed)17:29 No.18859738 mfw21stcsm.jpg (29 KB, 300x300) igdb google 18859965 F5F5F5F5F5F5 Anonymous 04/25/12(Wed)17.32 No.18859780 [! >I'm tired of fighting. >My father, a man so devoted to an ideal woman that he paid no mind to my mother or l >My mother, who gave her heart to a man that would never return her sentiments And me, a stupid girl with a complex, and a nature tailor-made for getting herself killed Im tired of fighting. >There was a mystic once. He met a young girl and her fiance in a small town at the edge of the kingdom. He saw the future play out before him, he said, and this future was one of heroics Many years later, another young one crossed his path. The last one had fallen prematurely, but this one... she was already equipped for the mission. Why was she wasting her time fighting simple >But I wasn't wasting time. Not once. I was running headlong to this conclusion. The end of my adventures. >To be honest, it wasnt a bad run...Ican die satisfied l feel a slow, steady rising and falling. My breath? Certainly not...'m not even positive I'm still capable of such faculties >Every few seconds, a heavy lurch shakes me, slowly bringing me to full consciousness >I cant move, I can hardly breathe, and something is carrying me to god knows where manage to open my eyes, and the bright sunlight assaults my vsion, forcing me to jam them shut again try to groan at the feeling, but my body won't waste any effort on something like that. l don't try opening my eyes again. I'm too tired for that. Best to sleep, for now Anonymous 04/25/12(Wed)17:32 No.18859781 [!] 18859605 OH PLEASE OH PLEASE POST MOREI Anonymous 04/25/12(Wed)17:36 No. 18859834 [!2 18859963 Someone be ready to screencap this story when it's done! >I don't know how long it's been, but when I wake again, I'm not moving anymore >I feel something pressing against my hair, but pay it no mind... .t feels nice, actually. It reminds me of how my mother used to stroke my head when I was young to >In response, the stroking stops suddenly >I open my eyes, searching for whatever caused the end of the first comfort Me had in many years >m greeted by the shocked, sleepless face of the dark haired, gangly limbed baker. He stares down into my eyes, and the flood of emotions is visible in every line of his tired face 뇌 open my mouth, trying to urge him to continue stroking my har ''P.pe ease kee...-.p" >My voice hurts, my body hurts, everything hurts. Please, please, please, just give me one positive thing to hold on to. >Luckily, he seems to understand, and continues to stroke my hair >He doesn't stop, even when I fall asleep >Even when I wake up, he's still there, stroking my hair as I asked him to. >l don't know how long we've been traveling. but finally, we stop >He lays me down in the same bed I recovered in when last we met For the next month, he cares for me, feeding me soup, stroking my hair, and making sure I'm recovering properly >Soon, rve recovered enough to walk, talk, and eat by myself >My strength may never be what it once was >l have no armor, no sword, and no adventures left >But I've got the dark-haired, gangly-limbed baker boy >And unlike my father, I've come to realize that I'd never be content with anything else Anonymous 04/25/12(Wed)17:50 No.18860061 [! 118860130 Anonymous 04/25/12(Wed)17:54 No. 18860130 [ ! ] Anonymous 04/25/12(Wed)17:55 No.18860146[!] hnnnghig (157 KB. 696x750) ǐqdb google best end. Anonymous 04/25/12(Wed)17:50 No.18860066 [! 118860137 s 04/25/12(Wed)17:54 No. 188601 37 [ ! ] 1330296606400.jpg (302 KB, 462x369) iqdb google THANK YOU For that story Anonymous 04/25/12(Wed)17:52 No.18860096 [] MANUL ipg (72 KB, 768x553) iqdb google Anonymous 04/25/12(Wed)17:57 No. 18860178 [] 1326660304701.gif (498 KB, 262x200) iqdb google BASED GOD Anonymous 04/25/12(Wed)17:55 No.18860140 [! >Be the son of a slightly gangly dark haired baker and a retired red head adventurer Anonymous 04/25/12(Wed)17:53 No.18860110 [!] 1317571793119 ipa (24 KB, 225x164) igdb google s 04/2512(Wed)17:55 No.18860141 !] Anonymous 04/25/12(Wed)17:58 No. 18860196 [1] f--- yeah 1.ipg (117 KB, 576x711) igdb google 1317205161183 jpg (22 KB, 640x480) igdb google My feels. Have them! Braith117! 1326435726502 ing (182 KB, 795x446) igdb google F--- YEAH S 04 25 12(Wed)17:54 No. 18860126 [!] Anonymous 04/25/12(Wed)17:59 No. 18860209 [!] the monk story You rock, dude Anonymous 04/25/12(Wed)18:03 No 18860274 happy-cuteness-overload ipg (35 KB, 344x342) igdb google emmile Yes captcha, it has emmile. It has all the emmile ljust realized. I was born to see this Jarboot!!4xjG8Gxyo4 04/25/12(Wed)18:06 No.18860313 [!] No reaction image can describe that prose m actually choking up right now

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the blacksmith part 3

Anonymous 04/25/12(Wed)16:34 No. 18859010 [ ! ] >>18859176 >>18859183 >>18859236 >> 18860391 grip of my sword* f---, how could I ruin the climax like that? Oh well, next part >My strength fails me as I exit the tower collapse on the ground, unconscious >It's several days later when I awaken in a small hovel, to the familiar smell of baking bread >l must be dead. This is the only afterlife a baker's daughter-turned-adventurer deserves My body aches in protest, convincing me that I mus me worried, mis A dark-haired boy around my age, with gangly limbs and an awkward smile, enters from another room h loaf of bread s me that he found the west. and carried me bac e by himself (he's really proud of that fact, though I know that my gear and my my collapsed near the abandoned tower across the an pounds total own we >He offers to let me stay with him until I get my strength back >A few weeks pass. The baker continues to feed and take care of me in my weakened state >I should be pleased by this, but something nags at me >The story of the Chosen One who defeated the ultimate evil, >And the armor my father crafted, but the hero never claimed And the Lich I 'killed >The pieces start to fit together in my mind >My work isn't over, not yet >In the dark of night, I gather my equipment, leaving behind a sack of gold coins to repay the baker. >However, as I step outside into the brisk air, a voice catches me >"You're leaving, aren't you?" her bumbling mage assistant, her seat on the throne □ Anonymous 04/25/12(Wed)16:48 No. 18859176 [ ! ] F5F5F5F5 □ Anonymous 04/25/12(Wed)16:53 No. 18859236 [ ! ] >>18859407 >> 18860391 18859010 >I turn to face him, nodding soberly. I thank him for taking care of me, and tell him that I left plenty of payment insi >He is silent for several secon me >I'm taken aback at this, and immediately begin to tell him why I can't do that y admits that he would only slow me down After an hour or >"I don't know what you have ahead of you...but once you've finished...." He pauses awkwardly, before saying firmly, "Tll be here waiting. >l merely nod, leaving him and the village behind >Several weeks pass as I make my way to the capital >The Queen and her Lich Master are waiting, no doubt >I see the walls loom ing on the hori zon, and know that this may be my last this last moment to reflect, and steel myself in preparation >A military stands between me and the Lich, but I'm stronger than they are. Even when they find an opening, my father's armor deflects their attacks away harmlessly >Eventually, I make it to the throne room >The Queen is there, and the 'bumbling mage' of a Lich >There is no betrayal to suffer, not this time The battle is fierce. My body is pushed to its limits, and conti Suddenly, a piece of steel f My father's sword Foolish girl. Did you think that u s to exceed them through nothing but my own willpower. ppe k of metal could stand against the Sword of Eternal Endings?" Anonymous 04/25/12(Wed)17:05 No. 18859407 [ ! ] >>18859481 >>18859508 >>18859599 >>18859624 >>18860391 >l stumble backwards, dropping to one knee as the full weight of my exhaustion hits me The Lich continues to taunt me, insulting me for bringing inferior weapons to challenge him >I stumble to my feet again, staring him down >The Queen, the thrall of this powerful Lich, raises her sword again to strike me down >l raise my father's sword again, taking a deep breath >We both charge, meeting in the center of the throne room A suicidal maneuver allows me to stri lean blow, but the Sword of Eternal Endings is ean and I are thrown wea can My vision grows >l focus my mind, straining. I can hear the Lich cursing my name, and that of the Queen, and the Sword, and my Father >His thralls weapon, an unbreakable sword of myth. The perfect phylactery, lay destroyed, and his own life was closing on him rapidly >I'm not sure if I did or not, but I like to think I managed to smile before it all ended can □ Anonymous 04/25/12(Wed)17:10 No. 18859481 [ ! ] 08226642597 ipg (23 KB, 320x240) igdb google ion ClericMan 4/25/12(Wed)17:12 No.1 you can here, theres someone waiting for you □ Anonymous 04/25/12(Wed) 18859582 bumping to □ Anonymous 04/25/12(Wed)17:19 No.18859599 [ ! ] >> 18859605 >> 18860391 8859407 >Be a dark-haired, gangly-limbed baker in a small village >Always dream of going on adventures >One day, while venturing away from town (something reckless, but I do it for the sense that I'm a real adventurer), I see a figure beside the old Tower >l approach cautiously, and realize the form is that of a girl my age >She wears a wondrous suit of armor, and I can see her sword on the ground beside her. >Being a good-hearted fellow, I decide to bring her back to my village to recover from whatever did this to her. She's heavier than anything Ive lifted before, but I struggle through it, carrying her on my back and back to the village and she doesn't awakern an a warm meal to wa Several days pass before she awakes, and she only stays a week after. >l can see in her eave soon time for me to set aside this life of bread and pastries, and move on t >I confront her when she tries to sneak away, telling her to bring me along >She shoots me down, repeatedly. I finally give in, and tell her I won't get in her way >The next morning, I gather my things What ifs can't travel with her, but I >I manage to track her movements all the way to the capital er. Field too long...this one will be two medium-sized parts
Anonymous 04/25/12(Wed)16:34 No. 18859010 [ ! ] >>18859176 >>18859183 >>18859236 >> 18860391 grip of my sword* f---, how could I ruin the climax like that? Oh well, next part >My strength fails me as I exit the tower collapse on the ground, unconscious >It's several days later when I awaken in a small hovel, to the familiar smell of baking bread >l must be dead. This is the only afterlife a baker's daughter-turned-adventurer deserves My body aches in protest, convincing me that I mus me worried, mis A dark-haired boy around my age, with gangly limbs and an awkward smile, enters from another room h loaf of bread s me that he found the west. and carried me bac e by himself (he's really proud of that fact, though I know that my gear and my my collapsed near the abandoned tower across the an pounds total own we >He offers to let me stay with him until I get my strength back >A few weeks pass. The baker continues to feed and take care of me in my weakened state >I should be pleased by this, but something nags at me >The story of the Chosen One who defeated the ultimate evil, >And the armor my father crafted, but the hero never claimed And the Lich I 'killed >The pieces start to fit together in my mind >My work isn't over, not yet >In the dark of night, I gather my equipment, leaving behind a sack of gold coins to repay the baker. >However, as I step outside into the brisk air, a voice catches me >"You're leaving, aren't you?" her bumbling mage assistant, her seat on the throne □ Anonymous 04/25/12(Wed)16:48 No. 18859176 [ ! ] F5F5F5F5 □ Anonymous 04/25/12(Wed)16:53 No. 18859236 [ ! ] >>18859407 >> 18860391 18859010 >I turn to face him, nodding soberly. I thank him for taking care of me, and tell him that I left plenty of payment insi >He is silent for several secon me >I'm taken aback at this, and immediately begin to tell him why I can't do that y admits that he would only slow me down After an hour or >"I don't know what you have ahead of you...but once you've finished...." He pauses awkwardly, before saying firmly, "Tll be here waiting. >l merely nod, leaving him and the village behind >Several weeks pass as I make my way to the capital >The Queen and her Lich Master are waiting, no doubt >I see the walls loom ing on the hori zon, and know that this may be my last this last moment to reflect, and steel myself in preparation >A military stands between me and the Lich, but I'm stronger than they are. Even when they find an opening, my father's armor deflects their attacks away harmlessly >Eventually, I make it to the throne room >The Queen is there, and the 'bumbling mage' of a Lich >There is no betrayal to suffer, not this time The battle is fierce. My body is pushed to its limits, and conti Suddenly, a piece of steel f My father's sword Foolish girl. Did you think that u s to exceed them through nothing but my own willpower. ppe k of metal could stand against the Sword of Eternal Endings?" Anonymous 04/25/12(Wed)17:05 No. 18859407 [ ! ] >>18859481 >>18859508 >>18859599 >>18859624 >>18860391 >l stumble backwards, dropping to one knee as the full weight of my exhaustion hits me The Lich continues to taunt me, insulting me for bringing inferior weapons to challenge him >I stumble to my feet again, staring him down >The Queen, the thrall of this powerful Lich, raises her sword again to strike me down >l raise my father's sword again, taking a deep breath >We both charge, meeting in the center of the throne room A suicidal maneuver allows me to stri lean blow, but the Sword of Eternal Endings is ean and I are thrown wea can My vision grows >l focus my mind, straining. I can hear the Lich cursing my name, and that of the Queen, and the Sword, and my Father >His thralls weapon, an unbreakable sword of myth. The perfect phylactery, lay destroyed, and his own life was closing on him rapidly >I'm not sure if I did or not, but I like to think I managed to smile before it all ended can □ Anonymous 04/25/12(Wed)17:10 No. 18859481 [ ! ] 08226642597 ipg (23 KB, 320x240) igdb google ion ClericMan 4/25/12(Wed)17:12 No.1 you can here, theres someone waiting for you □ Anonymous 04/25/12(Wed) 18859582 bumping to □ Anonymous 04/25/12(Wed)17:19 No.18859599 [ ! ] >> 18859605 >> 18860391 8859407 >Be a dark-haired, gangly-limbed baker in a small village >Always dream of going on adventures >One day, while venturing away from town (something reckless, but I do it for the sense that I'm a real adventurer), I see a figure beside the old Tower >l approach cautiously, and realize the form is that of a girl my age >She wears a wondrous suit of armor, and I can see her sword on the ground beside her. >Being a good-hearted fellow, I decide to bring her back to my village to recover from whatever did this to her. She's heavier than anything Ive lifted before, but I struggle through it, carrying her on my back and back to the village and she doesn't awakern an a warm meal to wa Several days pass before she awakes, and she only stays a week after. >l can see in her eave soon time for me to set aside this life of bread and pastries, and move on t >I confront her when she tries to sneak away, telling her to bring me along >She shoots me down, repeatedly. I finally give in, and tell her I won't get in her way >The next morning, I gather my things What ifs can't travel with her, but I >I manage to track her movements all the way to the capital er. Field too long...this one will be two medium-sized parts

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the blacksmith part 2

Anonymous 04/25/12(Wed)15:45 No. 18858424 [!12218858489 2218858797 2218860391 Be slightly overweight redheaded baker's daughter >Have a crush on the blacksmith's son >He doesn't even know I exist, spends all his time with some blonde bimbo >They get betrothed >Feelsbadman >Mystic shows up, tells the blonde girl she's the chosen one, and that the blacksmith's son must stay behind to craft her the ultimate armor Still care about the blacksmith's son, lovesick as all hell >He devotes himself entirely to his work Often forgets to eat >l bring him food and drink every day. He never says anything, but the empty plates are left out every evening >Drought, years of poor harvests due to growing evil (why hasn't that blonde bitch done something about it yet. Well?" >Father dies, I have to assume control of the bakery >Food is expensive due to the dark times Still feeding the blacksmith's son >Frequently skip meals so he can stay healthy Eventually, he finishes with the armor Waits patiently for the blonde girl to come claim it >She never does >Defeats the ultimate evil without it >Blacksmith's son is inconsolable Anonymous 04125/12(Wed)15:51 No.18858489 [!]2218858569 2218858577 2218859183 2218860391 lt takes a while, but he eventually comes out of his rut >We get married, have a daughter >He's frequently distant, doesn't take as much interest in the family >Still the best blacksmith in the kingdom >He refuses to sell any of the equipment he makes, however, so I have to keep our family afloat with the bakery (harvests are good, so grain is plentiful again) >Years pass.. .he grows more depressed, stops working entirely >l always try to keep his spirits up, but there's no helping it this time >He gets ill, dies with the blonde girl's name on his lips >Realize Ive wasted my entire life caring for him. □ Anonymous 04/25/12(Wed)15:59 N. 18858569 [ ! ] nolulz.jpg (68 KB, 500x316) igdb google no lulz □ Anonymous 04/25/12(Wed)15:59 No. 18858577 [ ! ] >> 18858601 >> 18858636 >> 18858671 >>188591832> 18860391 Be the daughter of a world-famous blacksmith and a humble baker woman. >Grow up constantly seeking my father's approval >He spends all of his time working on masterwork equipment, ignores me and mom >Mom is visibly depressed all the time, but stays solely devoted to dad I grow up basically unnoticed by my father, wind up taking on responsibilities in the household I should have to >Gather wood/coal/etc. for him to burn in his forge >Do all the repairs on our home >Keep my mother safe from suitors in the village, thuggish adventurers, the riffraff that's always coming through to see the hometown of the 'chosen one >Become tough through hard work >Dad dies Mom stops tending the bakery, barely speaks, forgets to eat >l start going through my father's old works, trying to sell off anything that can keep the bills paid. It's all great work, but far too expensive for anyone in our village or any of the caravans to afford □ Anonymous 04/25/12(Wed)16:07 No. 18858671 [ ! ] >>18858832 >> 188591832218860391 >Come across a pristine suit of armor, sword, and shield in the attic >My heart begins to beat rapidly. I've not lived long, but this sight is the most beautiful I've yet seen >l can't help myself. I don the armor, strap on the shield, and hold the sword. >It all fits perfectly, and the weight is negligible >Realize that this is THE equipment that made my father famous. Yet, it's never been used >A mixture of desperation and excitement crystallize into resolve inside me l leave home that night without saying goodbye >Fall in with a group of pilgrims that follow the path of the "Chosen One", visiting places of significance to that quest. >They pay me to keep them safe >The money is good. Enough for me to live on, and to send money back to mom. >Dont pay much attention to the stories they talk about. I'm not a hero; just a girl who does what she has to Anonymous 04/25/12(Wed)16:19 No.18858832 [218858858 2218858871 2218858884 2218858905 18858906 22 18858911 >Years pass. The work for pilgrims is beneath my abilities, so I seek harder, more profitable work >Find myself entering dungeons by myself, slaying mythical beasts, and uncovering treasures untold >A mystic approaches me one day >Tells me that there is a task that only I can complete, and that accomplishing it will earn me the rule of this kingdom >Know enough of the pilgrim's stories to see the similarities >Against my better judgement, I undertake the quest he gives me >Eventually, I meet an awkward young mage who aids me in my travels >The end of the quest draws niglh >We ascend the tower of a powerful Lich, with the intent to slay him >As we near the Lich's lair, I hear laughter >A bolt of pure energy strikes me in the back, paralyzing me and knocking me to the ground >The mage who I thought was my friend stands over me Yes,yes..you'll make a fine servant. Much more powerful than that pathetic Queen ever was..." >His face melts away, revealing the skeletal visage of a Lich >l remember the stories of the Chosen One, how she defeated the ultimate evil without the ultimate armor >Anger wells up in me >Ive got my father's sword armor >My mother's strength of heart >l won't falter here >l close my hand around the grip sword, forcing myself to my feet by sheer force of will >The Lich is visibly shocked, but has no time to react. >l strike him down with everything that I am Anonymous 04/25/12(Wed)16:33 No. 18859000 F5 ing like the FIST OF THE M----------- NORTH STAR! Anonymous 04/25/12(Wed)16:22 No.18858858 [!] Please make this into a good end, please Anonymous 04/25/12(Wed)16:23 No.18858871 [!] It all makes sense now! Anonymous 04/25/12(Wed)16:24 No.1 884 InarefManlyTe (229 KB, 640x480) igdb google Anonymous 04/25/12(Wed)16:25 No. 18858905 [!] If you dont make this into a good end where blacksmith finnaly admits he loves the bakers daughter and they live happly after in haven IWILL RIP OUT YOUR M------------ SPINE AND BEAT YOU TO DEATH WITH IT
Anonymous 04/25/12(Wed)15:45 No. 18858424 [!12218858489 2218858797 2218860391 Be slightly overweight redheaded baker's daughter >Have a crush on the blacksmith's son >He doesn't even know I exist, spends all his time with some blonde bimbo >They get betrothed >Feelsbadman >Mystic shows up, tells the blonde girl she's the chosen one, and that the blacksmith's son must stay behind to craft her the ultimate armor Still care about the blacksmith's son, lovesick as all hell >He devotes himself entirely to his work Often forgets to eat >l bring him food and drink every day. He never says anything, but the empty plates are left out every evening >Drought, years of poor harvests due to growing evil (why hasn't that blonde bitch done something about it yet. Well?" >Father dies, I have to assume control of the bakery >Food is expensive due to the dark times Still feeding the blacksmith's son >Frequently skip meals so he can stay healthy Eventually, he finishes with the armor Waits patiently for the blonde girl to come claim it >She never does >Defeats the ultimate evil without it >Blacksmith's son is inconsolable Anonymous 04125/12(Wed)15:51 No.18858489 [!]2218858569 2218858577 2218859183 2218860391 lt takes a while, but he eventually comes out of his rut >We get married, have a daughter >He's frequently distant, doesn't take as much interest in the family >Still the best blacksmith in the kingdom >He refuses to sell any of the equipment he makes, however, so I have to keep our family afloat with the bakery (harvests are good, so grain is plentiful again) >Years pass.. .he grows more depressed, stops working entirely >l always try to keep his spirits up, but there's no helping it this time >He gets ill, dies with the blonde girl's name on his lips >Realize Ive wasted my entire life caring for him. □ Anonymous 04/25/12(Wed)15:59 N. 18858569 [ ! ] nolulz.jpg (68 KB, 500x316) igdb google no lulz □ Anonymous 04/25/12(Wed)15:59 No. 18858577 [ ! ] >> 18858601 >> 18858636 >> 18858671 >>188591832> 18860391 Be the daughter of a world-famous blacksmith and a humble baker woman. >Grow up constantly seeking my father's approval >He spends all of his time working on masterwork equipment, ignores me and mom >Mom is visibly depressed all the time, but stays solely devoted to dad I grow up basically unnoticed by my father, wind up taking on responsibilities in the household I should have to >Gather wood/coal/etc. for him to burn in his forge >Do all the repairs on our home >Keep my mother safe from suitors in the village, thuggish adventurers, the riffraff that's always coming through to see the hometown of the 'chosen one >Become tough through hard work >Dad dies Mom stops tending the bakery, barely speaks, forgets to eat >l start going through my father's old works, trying to sell off anything that can keep the bills paid. It's all great work, but far too expensive for anyone in our village or any of the caravans to afford □ Anonymous 04/25/12(Wed)16:07 No. 18858671 [ ! ] >>18858832 >> 188591832218860391 >Come across a pristine suit of armor, sword, and shield in the attic >My heart begins to beat rapidly. I've not lived long, but this sight is the most beautiful I've yet seen >l can't help myself. I don the armor, strap on the shield, and hold the sword. >It all fits perfectly, and the weight is negligible >Realize that this is THE equipment that made my father famous. Yet, it's never been used >A mixture of desperation and excitement crystallize into resolve inside me l leave home that night without saying goodbye >Fall in with a group of pilgrims that follow the path of the "Chosen One", visiting places of significance to that quest. >They pay me to keep them safe >The money is good. Enough for me to live on, and to send money back to mom. >Dont pay much attention to the stories they talk about. I'm not a hero; just a girl who does what she has to Anonymous 04/25/12(Wed)16:19 No.18858832 [218858858 2218858871 2218858884 2218858905 18858906 22 18858911 >Years pass. The work for pilgrims is beneath my abilities, so I seek harder, more profitable work >Find myself entering dungeons by myself, slaying mythical beasts, and uncovering treasures untold >A mystic approaches me one day >Tells me that there is a task that only I can complete, and that accomplishing it will earn me the rule of this kingdom >Know enough of the pilgrim's stories to see the similarities >Against my better judgement, I undertake the quest he gives me >Eventually, I meet an awkward young mage who aids me in my travels >The end of the quest draws niglh >We ascend the tower of a powerful Lich, with the intent to slay him >As we near the Lich's lair, I hear laughter >A bolt of pure energy strikes me in the back, paralyzing me and knocking me to the ground >The mage who I thought was my friend stands over me Yes,yes..you'll make a fine servant. Much more powerful than that pathetic Queen ever was..." >His face melts away, revealing the skeletal visage of a Lich >l remember the stories of the Chosen One, how she defeated the ultimate evil without the ultimate armor >Anger wells up in me >Ive got my father's sword armor >My mother's strength of heart >l won't falter here >l close my hand around the grip sword, forcing myself to my feet by sheer force of will >The Lich is visibly shocked, but has no time to react. >l strike him down with everything that I am Anonymous 04/25/12(Wed)16:33 No. 18859000 F5 ing like the FIST OF THE M----------- NORTH STAR! Anonymous 04/25/12(Wed)16:22 No.18858858 [!] Please make this into a good end, please Anonymous 04/25/12(Wed)16:23 No.18858871 [!] It all makes sense now! Anonymous 04/25/12(Wed)16:24 No.1 884 InarefManlyTe (229 KB, 640x480) igdb google Anonymous 04/25/12(Wed)16:25 No. 18858905 [!] If you dont make this into a good end where blacksmith finnaly admits he loves the bakers daughter and they live happly after in haven IWILL RIP OUT YOUR M------------ SPINE AND BEAT YOU TO DEATH WITH IT

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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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File 1230069007 png-(110 KB, 83Bx578) 「器Anonymous 122308(Tue)16:50 No.3231951 [Reply ][Quick Reply] Mandatory a--- circumference roll, /tg/. 49 posts and 3 image replies omitted. Click Reply to view. 「Anonymous 122308(Tue)18:35 No.3232659團囚ロ >>3232650 Lol goatse 「Androqyanon. Schismatic Knight of Luqonu 12/23/08 Tue)18:39 No.3232687[ File :1230075574.ipa-(33 KB, 369x344) rolled 99 -5 94 >>3232659 l. can see.. forever. 「Avatar of Funkl vGIjzBk/g 12/23/08(Tue)18:40 No 3232688000 Come here, Yotsuba. Its time for the funk fist. 「Androgyan on. Schismatic Knight of Lugonu 12/23/08(Tue)18:43 No. 3232702團 File 1230075834 png-(11 KB, 126x88) 3232688

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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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