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! 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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once again /tg/s loves for monstergirls shines through

□ Anonymous 03/13/14(Thu)19:41 No. 103638817 ] Replies: 22103639013 File: 1394754086478 ipg-(388 KB. 600x800, 1374451929399 jpg) ■El exhentai The rise of monster girls shows the perceptions of modern man >Monsters were things to be feared >Ugly, hideous, cannibalistic and animals >In these modern times we have conquered our fear of the dark and the darkest places of the universe >Now we fantasize about f------ those things that existed in the woods were people vanished >Romancing those things that went bump in the night >Marrying and having children with things we used to tell stories of to scare children with How far we have come

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the emporer has smilied upon you this day, the fate of the imperium in your hands.

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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It's just something I have to do.

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

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

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

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

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>billhooks

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

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

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this is what all true paladins strive for

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

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

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

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

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

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

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the summer of quests

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

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

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crows nest man

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

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

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

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

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bricks

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

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

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