What would you think of a fantasy setting that resembles the D&D standard, except that within the past 50 years or so it's become the popular fashion for dragons to slum it among humanoids, with some minor magic to get around on two legs and fit into humanoid buildings and so on?
Well unless the dragon population exploded in the past century it'd be extremely rare to even meet one. But if so then it'd be like having a civil house guest, except that if the house guest gets mad or angry you risk having him kill everyone in the neighborhood.
It's a trick, they're after your gold.
Yes, the sovereign under your mattress and the change that fell behind the sofa.
I think it'd make a great fanfic, you should get to writing it. Don't forget to make sure that your self insert has sex with all the dragon ladies.
ITT: We determine once and for all the superior setting for playing games of make-believe.
Depends on the players
>>45522448
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Depends on the setting.
Here ye, here ye! I hereby call to order yet another exciting, and important meeting of the world renowned Adventurers Guild! Now, as all of you Initiates are currently aware, today was supposed to mark the start of guilds 227th annual "Dost Thou Even Hoist Competition". Unfortunately, due to a package that was recently delivered by "The Magical Guild of Imprecise Packagers", and what I can only assume to be some kind of prank on the part of the Mages Guild, the guild sub-basement and its subsequent dungeon, is now currently inhabited by a grand total of...
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>>45522297
So who exactly signed for these packages, not to mention, how did we not know there was something STILL ALIVE inside!?!
>>45522297
I'd also like to know WHY the Mages Guild keeps fucking us over... I mean seriously!
Also, does anyone know who keeps going into the kitchen and putting dead mice into all of the spice containers? It's getting to the point where I don't even want to use the salt shakers
Fuck you, Gdubs.
-Me.
Bretonnia is deceased.
What is this?
If you supported End Times you supported this
"AVAST, SERPENT!"
Your pistol fires another shot off into the hide of the slithering beast. With your cutlass, you cut clean through its neck.
Yet, just like legends, more heads seem to take the place of the one you just cut off!
You are Jack Albator, handsome adventurer, slayer of monsters, and-
WOH! Hold that thought! You got to concentrate against this serpent right now!
Cody unleashes a fury of wind straight at the monster; the torrent of dust seems to pierce every one of his eyes.
It screeches in a tone that you're fairly...
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You didn't even need to tell him, he summons another one of his powerful tornadoes. It grabs the monster and effortlessly tosses it into the pit. The sand and water mixes in the monster's mouth to form a sticky sludge which clings to it.
One of its heads desperately snaps at Dorje. With a disgusting gurgle, the makeshift bog swallows it whole.
"Holy-" Cody's mouth is agape.
"Huh, I didn't even think about that." Dorje seems shocked.
You put your hand on Dorje's head and muss up his white hair.
"Aye,...
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>>45520996
>>I wonder what Akiko is up to?
Only because we have never seen what she goes through
A foreward about the quest before we start. I intend to keep this short and sweet, not going on for as long as other quests that, while excellent, seem to be going on for an eternity with no end in sight. Furthermore, I don't intent to emulate the games in any mechanical context as a wargame. The games will do a better job than I ever can. Instead, I present a narrative and management aspect that are lacking in the excellent original titles and the new ones, from which the setting of this quest is based on. It will be composed of two parts, being the Commander, and being...
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It has been twenty years. You were once a soldier, part of X-Com. Every mission you left the Skyranger with a full complement of troopers, every mission you came back alone. The toll left not only a mark on you but the rest of the project in general. As the combat got worse, the organization started to become more desperate, throwing any recruits they could grab at the problem in the hopes it would fix itself. Obviously, it didn't.
But, that was in the past, wasn't it? You haven't been a part of X-Com in years. But you feel something pulling at your heart. Your blood is boiling to return to the fight, and to be a part of something great again. You can't deny it, no matter how much your more mind rebels against the thought of watching more people die because you couldn't save them.
A phonecall wakes you up in the middle of the night. Which is odd, because this particular phone hasn't rung in nearly seventeen years. When the last X-Com base fell, and anyone who got out did.
The pentagonal shield has gone white from being left out in the sun, its original color once blue.
The box was once considered the epitome of sleek back in its day, but the newer phones coming out make it seem like a dark green brick. The bulky thing hums as it vibrates against the table, hidden underneath a stack of papers and magazines.
It's impossible to deny your urge to pick it up.
"Hello," Comes a voice you thought you'd never hear again, "It's time."
Time to report in to Central.
First, pick a skillset.
>Mechanist
You are the modern craftsman. You turn raw parts into working works of art. You were once part of the science team for X-Com, but during the course of the war you got roped into the fighting as a raw recruit when one too many experiments failed.
>Guerilla
The war never ended. Long have you waged it, and never did a day pass where you weren't fighting. In forests you never make a sound, in the concrete jungle your shadow blends with the surrounding darkness....
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>>45520852
>Mechanist
On some missions, others died because were hesitant to break precious alien technology with explosives at your and Vahlen's urging.
On other missions, you survived because you were able to divine purpose of a new artifact and duck split second faster than your squadmates
Is it unchivalrous for paladins, or any good knights, to fight with enchanted weapons / armor because of the advantage it gives them over their opponents?
No. Enchanted weapons are par the course for legends of chivalrous knights and divine warriors.
>>45519576
No, just like it isn't unchivalrous to use plate armor against peasants wearing cloth.
By historical an literary precedent - no.
Roland fought with durendal, the cid with tizona. the former was supposedly indestructible, while the latter was known by sight to every moor and caused them to flee or surrender in fear.
In 3H&3L, which the fantasy paladin is derived from, Holger recovers Curtana.
Welcome to The Lost Island Quest. Last thread our hero, Alan Rodain, had a conversation with his lover, decided on a retirement plan and successfully completed step zero. Now he and his allies prepare to delve into the lair of The Master.
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You stand in front of the door leading into the temple. It possesses no obvious handle and an esoteric carving on its front. Kyra and Quissonce are currently going over it with a fine-tooth comb to avoid any traps, magical or otherwise, from disintegrating you all when you eventually figure out how to open the damn thing. That will probably take a few hours at the least, considering how cautious they're being.
Gabby is on the roof, smashing all the gargoyles that did not come to life and try to kill you yesterday with a large club, most likely a souvenir from your...
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Speaking of Dolah, she and your lover are currently having a talk with Paul.
“I can help!” he assures them emphatically.
“You may lose control of your rational senses with time. You're a liability.” Dolah rebuts.
Rowe rolls her eyes and puts her hand on Paul's clammy shoulder, deciding to adopt a kinder approach.“You can help by staying out here, Paul. We could use somebody watching the horses and our rear. And Alan's probably going to be blasting positive energy all over the place. Trust me, he has trouble with splash damage.”...
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>>45519298
>Tell him to remain behind
>Something else? (write-in)
Learn trap checking from Kyra
GMs What's the most heinously evil thing your players have ever done?
>Be me
>Be running Interface Zero for Savage Worlds
>It's Cyberpunk. PCs are Ronin (the in-universe term for Shadowrunner)
>PCs get a selection of jobs from their fixxer.
>Most jobs are pretty standard. Break into a corprate lab and sabotage/steal the thing.
>PCs are quite interested in one job with a payout...
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Why do players turn into shitbirds whenever there's money involved?
>>45519242
Our GM actually rewards being a nice person. >Cyberpunk 2020 campaign
>all of us /k/unts
>assist in reclaiming Rhodesia
>capture a diamond mine
>bunch of starving, crying kids come up to us holding out diamonds in their hands
>my PC speaks Afrikaans
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>>45519382
is it me or does anyone else think giving a bunch of starving kids diamonds is going to end up badly for said kids?
The Unification wars are over and the new Emperor of Mankind has announced something he calls the "Great Crusade". He is recruiting for his brand new 20... Er.. 18 Space Marine Legions and he has decided that you would make a perfect conscript! Which legion does he put you in and why? (You are a pre-adolescent in this hypothetical)
>>45518595
Maybe Wordbearers, I want a sexy Golden Man to tell me an even sexier even more golden man loves me.
>Tfw no cause.
>>45518595
It doesn't matter.
Please, let it be the Third Legion. - said the little one, knowing that marines of a legion later known as Emperor's Children, are mostly from Europa.
The story so far >>45478172
Are you prepared for some 1's, /tg/?
>When we last left our heroes, they had been captured by the Owl's and held up in the old Police Station. Our good buddy Romero turned out not to be a great buddy after all when he delivered the Owl's leader a child to experiment on in return for the location of Patient Zero, who, in a SHOCKING TWIST, is Romero's daughter. A rescue mission is pulled off as Sara and crew return to bust you...
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And don't anyone forget the time you couldn't protect her smile
Rolled 9 (1d20)
>>45518516
Rolled 18 (1d20)
>>45518612
is everyone else dead
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“Here we go…” Whisper was flinching at Misri’s arc welder gluing on the last bit of the new cybernetic arm. “Right, I know the new arm might be a bit scrappy, Whisper. But it’s better than having two arms with one basically acting like a tail.” You and Kuvasz were leaning against the wall, watching as Misri attached a new arm to Whisper. You allow it less as a token of your friendship, and more...
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>>45517001
[2/2]
Whisper turns a glaring eye at Kuvasz. “And Mandalorian, thank you for not murdering me in my sleep like the rest of your kind.”
“Hmph.” Kuvasz folds his arms, glaring back at Whisper. “You don’t need to worry about that. The runt of the litter is not worth any Mandalorian’s time. Not even mine.” Whisper looks down, slowly stepping towards Misri.
“Right, you two.” You step between Whisper and Kuvasz. “Let’s just let bygones be bygones alright. Nobody did anything...
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>>45517022
>Eh, you have time you guess. Humor her.
>>45517022
>Eh, you have time you guess. Humor her.
How many credits did we get for selling those shuttles to the empire?
>shitty cards are fun, I love playing vanilla 2/3s for 4 mana
>good removal at common is anti fun, it should cost 5+ mana
WotC says they print shitty cards just for limited, do people really enjoy playing with garbage cards so much?
Wouldn't Limited be much more fun with a higher powerlevel?(I know it would, Cube is pretty fun)
>>45514807
>do people really enjoy playing with garbage cards so much?
Unless they are the kind of garbage you can build around/make a deck theme of (OP pic related); NO.
It's one thing to have jokingly bad cards like pic related, but another to have underwelmingly bad cards that have nothing special about them. I think it's just Wizards' excuse to fluff out sets with plenty of cards so that their sets don't feel empty.
>>45515406
Basically this. There are degrees of "Bad card". They are.
Boring, overpriced shit: Exists to test skill in limited: GOOD limited players don't draft/run this dreck. Scarred Puma is this, only remembered at all because dank meme. A lot of famously bad crap like Laces and Great Wall are here too. Nobody likes these unless they have art or flavor text that makes them collector kitch.
GILBIC: Workhorses that you'd never use if you had unlimited card selection. Uninteresting or somewhat...
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>>45514807
If wizards didn't print shitty cards at every rarity level they'd actually be meeting the demand for cards that don't suck ass. Instead they have people buy more product.
Gather round, /tg/ and let me tell you a tale of my first tabletop group I ever joined.
I'm relatively new to the hobby, only playing for 2 years now, but have always held an interest in it due to my love of stories and games. Two years ago my clinically depressed brain finally worked up the courage to go down to my local FLGS in order to play Pathfinder Society, because it was the only thing I could find.
Here I met what I came to know as the most repugnant players anyone could ever play with. There was no love in it, just powergaming and murderhobo'ing. One person would dominate the table because he walked on pins and cushions about everything. The other was some bitchy landwhale who would snap at you for damn near anything. Eventually we started a campaign and I thought we'd finally get to do some good roleplaying, and boy was I wrong.
For you see, /tg/, I have not told you about the worst of the lot. I kid you not when this guy probably weighs around 500 pounds. He is the fattest guy I have ever met in my fucking life. When the guy drops something he looks around the table waiting for someone to get it because he's so fucking fat. We'll call him Hamlord and he is the topic of this post.
I should have gotten a red flag when I first met Hamlord. He had this grating laugh that sounded like a mix of a hissing cat and nails against a chalkboard. He also would pride himself on being "a dick" and "a troll".
Hamlord is a power gamer of the worst ilk. Whenever he's playing a PC and tries to pull something off that shouldn't be allowed, he'll waste an hour of the groups time looking through the texts to debate this and complain if he is denied. When he DM'd however his primary goal was to wipe the party. Not to tell a story, not for us all to have fun. He wanted to kill peoples PCs because it gave him satisfaction. He had a set of dice that he used to DM that he called, "His precious" and before rolling he would whisper to them, "kill them. kill them. kill them. kill them."
He also ignores you if you bother him while he's eating. One night as I'm arriving he's sitting down having a conversation about Star Trek or some shit. I walk up and ask him if the seat next to him is taken. Hamlord looks back for a moment while stuffing his face full of Taco Bell and then turns back around. The seat wasn't taken by the way.
Of course this is all leading up to worst of it all.. When we started a campaign.
When we began our campaign, we used a Pathfinder AP and Hamlord was DM'ing. I began to devise a character only to find out how hamfisted and railroady he was. He did everything in his power to screw the party over, including finding ways for us to turn on each other. He wiped the group once and began sniggering like an autist.
Of course we all lost interest in that campaign, including him because he hates full-time GM'ing and instead another group member plans to DM in a few...
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You spent two more days resting up after dealing with the Neos that had been attacking Rai's house. Not a word from the bastards, not a single one of them even daring to show their heads on the street.
God damn right.
Mom still thinks you're out at some camp in the middle of nowhere, helping kids learn how to crochet or whatever they do out there, leaving you free to get your things together, to figure out who's...
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>>45513275
>Secret dojo, intriguing
>>45513275
>Secret dojo, intriguing
>>45513275
>Check out the graveyard