Archived threads in /tg/ - Traditional Games - 1472. page
Images are sometimes not shown due to bandwidth/network limitations. Refreshing the page usually helps.
So I waz finkin, an I came up wif an idea
Wot if we took one'a da humies battle bargez and we turned it into a propa big Gargant and loaded it wif all da dakka we haz? I waz finkin it just might be da biggest and da stompanest Gargant around, an we can paint it all red ta make it da zippienst too!
>>43829693
YOO SHULD KALLZ IT "MAKROZZ"
>>43829693
>we can paint it all red ta make it da zippienst too!
Next game I play that can conceivable have a paint shop in it.
I would like an Ork to be running the place, and making coloring suggestions.
>>43829733
>I would like an Ork to be running the place, and making coloring suggestions.
>all his suggestions are green or red
>"Can I borrow a couple of dice?"
>"No"
This constitutes a minor betrayal that demands rectification via proportional punishment right?
>>43829286
That depends entirely on how any times you have failed to return their dice in the past.
>>43829286
See that incomplete set? That's why. No way I'd let someone handle my dice after losing some from a set like that.
>that picture
Every time I begin to wonder if autism is real, I can always turn to /tg/
For five years you were a slave to a vicious demon. When you were offered freedom in exchange for studying to become a Monk, one of the Kaiming, you accepted without hesitation. This is your story.
Character Sheet: http://pastebin.com/5ZzrDuEz
The scent of the incense in the morning is, at this point, a welcome scent. The past seven years here have been the happiest of your life. You stretch from your simple bed, fold it, and hang it out of the window, placing the heavy stone atop it to prevent the winds from taking it away with them.
You pull your white robes on and head downstairs to the meal hall. Students of all ages gather peacefully at the table, kneeling in front of their breakfasts. At the head of the hall sits the man you have called teacher for these past years, Master Zhu. His elderly and peaceful expression gazes out across the hall as the final Disciples file in and take their seats. With a tap of his staff everyone begins to eat.
You go through the same routine you have gone through every day for seven years. Eat, stretch, run around the mountain's trails, body weight exercises, meditation, combat training, meditation, eat, stretch, meditation, study, eat, and then sleep.
Today, however, is different.
As you head down from the library to the meal hall a realized Monk, adorned in the stone gray robes of the temple's brothers and sisters, stops you. "You are ordered to go see Master Duon." Talking is not commonly done in this temple, and you nod, heading where ordered.
(cont)
>>43829276
This room, part of the vast Temple complex, and one of the many rooms you have never seen before, is dark save for a few candles lit around the room. Resting in meditation is Master Duon. When you enter he speaks out, "Approach, Disciple."
You draw closer and sit before him on both knees, resting on your heels. He stands and looks over you. You have only seen Master Duon once, and he is just as tall and intimidating as he was those years ago. His beard is sharp and bushy like a plant, and his...
Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>43829288
E
I'm pretty amped about this quest.
>>43829288
>>A) I want to become a Pilgrim, travelling the world and defending the common man.
What's the logical extreme of Dungeons and Dragons?
Not that.
Entire world is dungeons, all animals are dragons.
The universe is only dungeons and their only inhabitants are dragons.
> “Immerse yourself in a mythic world, and become a hero in the world's first virtual reality MMORPG!
> The inhabitants of primal Sylvetica have been driven underground by dark forces and wild magic. Play alone, or with others, and let your actions sculpt the world!
> Whether you choose the oath of a warrior, the road of an explorer, or the simple life of a merchant, you'll take part in ever-changing quests and make your mark on the evolving expanses above. And with the Broken...
Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>43829030
Using your Unique Identifier, a small, virtual storage deck—reminiscent, almost, of an external SSD— tightly bound to your waist, you pull up a map of the area. A great distance behind your team, the Excavator, a small blip on the 2D interface, marches forward, slow but seemingly inexorable. You know its pilots, and the Technicians and Artificers servicing it, are highly skilled. Among those in its company are myriad members of Hecatelia's top guilds, numerous players seeking to journey to new areas,...
Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
Just want to say that I'm really glad to see you run again, and that I really need to get to bed now so I can't read or play I'm afraid.
>>43829048
AAAHHH YOU TOOK MY SUGGESTION
>Explorer
