Cont from >>46840826
OP of the original thread needs help defending a town from 2000 elven besiegers. Whilst the besiegers have been initially countered through OP's efforts, the siege continues.
The DM is banging the girl leading the besieging army.
Magical effects have begun to wear away at the defenders, and DM fiat is imminent.
Let us gather for one final defence of OP and vilification of the pussy-whipped DM.
>elf attacker has had her mutations faited by gm
>hero has been mutated due to a rather grey area
>clerics and paladins joined against elves
>C&P will kill hero if they find out about his mutations
>elf is the daughter of a dark god and super elf mother.
>magic barriers prevent counter attacks on elven home land.
Can we collate a list of useful things OP should know from the last thread?
Ok guys, I have a moment of relax.
My character started suffering nightmares and discovered that it was the work of Elf's mom, using some sort of dream magic. She appears to have send a false vision to the Cleric in order to not let him fight.
Cleric has started fighting for me, helping my troops, are starting to push back aganist the elves, inflicting massive casualties but they seems to haven't give up yet. I think they are resisting until the Death Knight shows up.
Ghosts and Allips have started appearing.
At the moment I'm still pretty much human, even if my scales have started di grow more and more. I told my students about this, they were shocked and decided to keep the secret.
My transformation hasn't give me any buffs for the moment, just blue scales with orange and white markings.
Morgan steps back, wiping her forehead with her black lace sleeve, and setting a bottle of disinfectant down on the small table covered in surgical tools. It rests beside soiled scalpels, pincers, and other things you cannot name. You watch nervously as she pulls off her gloves, and leans in to press her ear to Sophia's chest.
"Her heartbeat is stressed, but within expected range. I'll have to stay beside her for a few more hours, to expediate the reproduction of healthy blood, but I would say that the procedure was a complete success. I even impress myself."
Morgan rises up and turns around to see you. She curtsies, nodding her head and causing her hair, tied back into a tail to keep it from falling into the incision, to roll over her shoulder.
"I thank you for your patience and trust. If you'd like to see the proof of my concern, please approach this table." She stands upright, and motions toward the table full of soiled tools. You approach, and look closely at them. All of the ones she used to examine Sophia's innards are covered in a strange, dark and gelatinous substance. It reeks of rot.
"That might have killed both mother and child without my careful hand at removing it. But I can promise now that it will not affect the gestation."
You turn to Morgan and see a smiling, proud face. Almost smug, really.
>"Thank you, Morgan. I won't forget what you've done."
>"Very good. I must return to my work, so make absolutely sure nothing bad happens here."
>"Wipe that smirk away. You work for me now, which means you've a great deal left to do."
>Other
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>>46857981
>"Thank you, Morgan. I won't forget what you've done."
>>46857981
>"Thank you, Morgan. I won't forget what you've done."
>>46858034
Morgan bows her head gracefully, and takes up a seat beside Sophia's sleeping form. Morgan rests a gentle hand on Sophia's chest, and closes her eyes. Your trained eyes can see the flow of magical energy from the hand to Sophia's heart. This must be what she meant by helping with blood recovery. You take your leave, turning on one heel and making for the door. Once in the hall, you order the two Hellraiser guards to make sure nothing disturbs the two of them, and to inform you if anything even remotely unusual occurs. They salute, and you head on your way.
While Sophia is mending, you need to begin planning for your next move. With the strength and resources of a true world power at your fingertips, any time spent dallying will seem like lethargy. The people of Solaris are huddled together like sheep, with phalanx faced outward in fear. Far to the south, the Fire Pinion rests in an unknown location. Vanessa is soon to be mutilated for the sake of her own happiness. And your office needs a bad dusting.
>See to the invasion of Solaris
>See to the investigation of the Fire Pinion
>See to the rescue of Vanessa
>Hire a maid
>Other
Right now, somewhere a hollow is screaming so loud that the very earth shakes from it.
But that isn't relevant now.
In front of a nice and somewhat large house in west Berlin a beautiful young lady gets out of a car after a long journey.
It took Eryka five days of traveling alongside Herr Ziege to finally return home.
After an abysmal encounter with the hollow she intended on hunting down and a less than ideal escape from the shinigami that decided to pursue her she feels relieved to be home once more.
After saying goodbye to her driver and paying him she makes her way up the five steps in front of her home, her bag feels much heavier than before.
After unlocking the door and stepping inside she is greeted by her husband.
"Welcome home Dear."
Alfons embraces his wife who seems to cling on to him far longer than she used to.
She doesn't even say a word.
"Mama!"
The young Jakob cries out happily after seeing his mother return home.
"Jakob!
Come here!"
She finally lets go of her husband and instead hugs her son.
"Son, go upstairs and play a little.
I'll come soon but I want to speak with daddy a little bit."
With that she gives her child a peck on his cheek and lets him go.
Afterwards Eryka makes her way to the lounge and pours herself some traditional hungarian spirit and downs the shot almost immediately.
"I was going to ask how did it go, but I guess I don't have to anymore.
Are you alright?"
Alfons asks nervously.
She sits down on the couch and lights a cigarette.
After taking a nice lungful of the stuff she begins reciting the events.
"It was a long and tedious road, but I bore with it.
Once I got there I found that abomination towering into the sky."
"A gillian?
In such a short amount of time?"
"But that's not the best part.
It was about to cross over to Hueco Mundo, so I activated my Vollständig."
"No..."
"Yeah,
I shot it with Licht Regen but the thing blasted it away with a cero that then hit me."
She raises her arm and rolls back the right sleeve of her jacket revealing second degree burn marks.
"Even though I didn't charge it nearly enough that shouldn't have happened."
"And what about Herrick?
How could that bastard allow such a thing?
I mean he is a traitor but he was still a former Sternritter..."
"Deserted or at least that's what the soldiers said when I asked about him, you know as a "friend" visiting him.
My guess is that thing killed him."
"This is insane..."
"Afterwards I had shinigami on my tail, luckily they got as much trouble with the lizard as I did.
So none of them really paid attention to my Vollständig nor did they chase me that much.
But that creature... it said I'm not worth its time."
She then put out the cigarette that was still only half finished.
"Even this tastes like shit now..."
Alfons doesn't say a word but instead goes closer to his wife and hugs her.
After holding it back all this time Eryka finally lets her tears flow freely.
She quietly weeps on her husbands shoulder before regaining her composure.
"I'll clean myself up and go to Jakob, I made a promise."
A couple weeks passed without Eryka using her quincy powers.
After pondering on it for a while she went to the council of the elders (The old spiritual leaders of the quincy who live in Germany) and asked them to allow her use of Letzt Stil.
She decided that her life as a quincy will never be the same again and instead decided to become an ordinary woman and leave the fighting to those who still can.
She never fired a Heilig Pfeil ever again.
Did she ever regret it? Maybe, just like with most important decisions.
But being able to spend ample time with her son and watching him grow made her confident that she made the right choice.
Meanwhile in Hueco Mundo:
Last night Pesci went to sleep as a regular hollow.
Today he awoke as a freshly transformed gillian and he is making sure everyone is aware of that fact.
For the last two minutes he was screaming at the top of his lungs and it managed to awaken everyone in the group.
The various individuals whom gathered around to observe Pesci flipping out are making various, often snarky comments.
"Jesus Christ Pesci!
What did you eat yesterday?!"
Pesche is the first to start joking about the situation followed by Dondochakka.
"Puberty hit him like a truck!
Don'tcha know?"
Meanwhile Alex is ecstatic about her new playground in the form of Pesci and Neliel is grabbing the long tooth at the center of her mask with her index finger and her thumb, suggesting that her nose is actually located roughly behind the row of elongated teeth.
The only one who doesn't really make any reaction is you, as you were aware that he could transform any second.
You are thinking about either calming down Pesci or simply stopping Neliels friends from roasting him further.
Decisions, decisions.
>Try and calm down the worried giant.
>Give him a good "wake-up slap".
>Make an attempt at persuading Pesche and Dondochakka to stop.
>None of the above.
>All of the above.
>Other? (write-in)
>>46855291
>Try and calm down the worried giant.
He really should have seen this coming.
Pathfinder General - /pfg/
Smug Edition!
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Previous thread: >>46834033
Repostan from previous bread.
>Let's play a game, /pfg/.
>AP Soundtracks. Think of a vidya track you like, and then think of an encounter from a Pathfinder AP it would be suitable for.
I'll start.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=N3472Q6kvg0
Any fight against a Huge or larger robot enemy in Iron Gods.
>>46847725
>AP Soundtracks. Think of a vidya track you like, and then think of an encounter from a Pathfinder AP it would be suitable for.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1VaEdKwXJhMTrying to enter The Howlings, plays the moment that diplomacy check passes with Greta.
Would you allow your player to use their Djezet Skin as a spell material component?
>One of the strangest of skymetals, rust-red djezet is liquid at all temperatures. This makes the metal relatively useless for crafting objects, but most who seek out this substance intend to use it instead as an additional component for spellcasting, as it possesses an ability to enhance magic. When used as an additional material component, a dose of djezet increases the effective spell level by 1, which stacks with a heightened spell. To function as an additional material component, the spellcaster must use a number of doses of djezet equal to the spell's original level—additional djezet doses have no effect. Djezet costs 200 gp per dose.
Pic related. Probably wearing Djezet Skin
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Our second case is yet to be finished, Things are looking good after using my neighbor's hound to sniff out more evidence, i haven't talked to Helldew's clients just yet.
Paper had done his work,I had to repay him somehow, i went to a grocery and bought some snacks for him and loads of Milk, I got about 850$ left. Not Bad. Skeletons, unlike most races, have few diseases/injuries. Soaking up in a bathtub full of milk usually does the job, it will take a few hours, yeah but our bones will feel like new.
Stay in Milk for too long...and we will have another story. It is the most preferred method for Skeletal suicides; Take a dip, chill and have every joint, hole in your body clogged up by newly formed bone, spooky, Isn't it? Though i did heard some stories about Skeletons who survived getting milked. The most Infamous of them all Ribby Al Consto, A Mobster who is big in Flesh suits, he 'owns' half of the brands in the market but that is a story for another day; you are here for the case, right?
I returned Paper back to Miss Simley and headed back to my apartment. Pesk made one of the best Milk baths i have ever gotten; the density and the temperature of the milk were just right. he owe such an experience to one of his previous masters. He didn't want to talk about it.
The next day started with an unusual visit, An Ice Eles in fine gentlemen's clothes knocked on my door, i failed to see how he was called sexy "Detective Grim? I am Sir James Frozenwright the third, can i come in?"
"Usually it is the other way around but sure, come in, you are the first to set a foot in my office." he wasn't in the mood for any sidetalks. It was understandable.
We sat down, Pesk brought some Wizened tea for our guest/suspect. The Eles took the initiative first "Ranula....she told me about-" he paused, swallowing his pain "I am here to help you in your case, detective. I will start with myself and then we will discuss Helldew's other clients. The Kulshikun who did this must suffer for it."
This guy just saved a lot of time for me. I have a lot of questions to ask, better take them one at a time,nice and slow.
>Ask him about____
>>46859805
Ask him about the Helleye. Have the victim ever told him who was it from?
Also ask about what he was teaching exactly to her
>>46859929
Supporting.
what is daily life like for a male drow?
Depends on like everything.
For slaves, it is living in endless fear of being randomly killed on a whim, while doing your best to serve pitiless mistresses who count your worth in coinage and put you to whatever use they design, regardless of how disgusting, dangerous, or downright deadly it might be.
For noble drow, you wear nicer clothes.
>>46859708
This
Which setting is it? Which social strata does he belong to? What is his role?
As the drop-ship continues on in the dead night deeper into the reaches of Romania the intercom sparks with the voice of the nervous TE agent that requested the scout team.
"U-um this is Vance. Te tech in charge of area ROm4514. You are the team sent on my scouting ticket right?
Well I put the ticket up because there's been an almost constant sludge radiation detected by the new observation station near Sighi?oara.
There hasn't been any TA sightings in town by old teams since it was declared clear so I'm just glad they sent someone...
You guys just need to investigate if there has been any major changes since the last scout team report.
A-and check if their comments on the darkness of the night being heavier there. I'll be on comms if needed. I got a real commander for the operation though."
At that point another voice comes over comms. This one gruff, feminine, and a lot more sure of itself then the nervous male from earlier. "This is Captain Seymour the AC officer for this operation.
The needs of this operation are simple. One. Find the source of the sludge with A.S.S. or given Geiger counters. Two. Find if the source can be collected or safely buried.
And three. Clear the area and return to the waiting drop-ship. When the ship enters comms area of the area there will be a radio silence from our end. We will otherwise collect and respond to your chatter though."
At that point the commander takes a pause as the drop-ship becomes quiet.
"Any questions or last minute smart-ass comments?"
>Mission will begin in 30 minutes.
Why do you even bother with threads and not just an irc room when your game is dead anyways?
>>46857278
Because hope is eternal.
How does this make you feel?
>>46855241
That's an oversimplification of the motives behind Sauron.
Also that guy isn't pulling that look off.
>>46855241
what is this?
>>46855241
Bored
Dissapointed
Disinterested
Tactical Genius Edition
previous thread:
>>46835164
>Where can I find the rules?
http://www.forum.specialist-arms.com/index.php?topic=5203.0
>What the FUCK? What rules books do I actually need?
http://pastebin.com/6AGsum1s
(Short version: 2007 edition of the rulebook, 2010 Update, and Armada)
Revised is a set of fan-rules, written almost entirely by a Dark Eldar player. It shows.
>Where can I find physical miniatures to use/proxy with?
http://pastebin.com/jC96JeMV (But we always need more - Feel free to chip in with others you've found in-thread)
Also looking for more non-GW minis suitable for running boarding party games.
>Paper ship Proxies:
https://www.sendspace.com/file/h6zp53
http://imgur.com/a/MhFcj
>Boarding action rules
https://www.forgeworld.co.uk/resources/fw_site/fw_pdfs/Warhammer_40000/Zone_Mortalis_Expansion.pdf
See the physical models link for some appropriate options for Navy troops
>Tactics and strategy resources for tabletop
Marine Tactica underway.
AdMech tactica: http://pastebin.com/YSrAf9f7
>BFG:Armada beta is now live
>Battleflee/tg/othic Steam Group
http://steamcommunity.com/groups/bfgtg
>Anon is hosting a campaign, you can find the forums and info here:
http://tg-gothiccampaign.freeforums.net/board/1/general-discussion
Application deadline is the 25th
Last few days to join.
There is no way to win with this shit faction.
I should probably go back to the ez modo imperium.
They seem to have nerfed Eldar really hard in Armada at launch. They are even less durable than they were before.
aw, someone used my pic
Meanwhile, at Wargame Exclusive.
WIP
>>46847594
>>46847617
Competitive Modern Magic discussion
>Not interested in blogposts. Just answer this if you must:
>What Tier 2 deck do you believe is very powerful in the current metagame and why?
>>46841254
Depends... what are the tiers right now?
>>46841254
Define tier 2. Shit is chaos right now.
>>46841254
Blue Moon. It benefits from AV more because it wants to play the long game and just outdraw you while they're drawing blank cards they can't cast because of blood moon.
Welcome to A Song of Revenge and Gold: House Malroy Quest. In which you take the reins of a House of storied glorious past since Aegon’s Conquering, but whose fortunes have taken a turn for the worse in the doom that Robert’s Rebellion brought. You are Brynden Malroy, second son to Lord Vamos Malroy and Lady Esemella Hayford and the last living heir to Steadhold and House Malroy. The year is 285AC, two years after the Rebellion and a year after your return to Westeros.
House Malroy is a pre-genned House designed around the idea of a story within the Crownlands of a House fiercely loyal to the Targaryens and their attempts to live in this new world after Robert’s Rebellion. Lord Brynden Malroy is as well pre-genned but will take direction from the players in his ways and how he develops himself further. This Quest will be moderately more story driven than others of its kind, but the development of the House and her lands will take just as much importance.
If you’ve played one of the many Quests within the ASoIaF setting the rules of the SIFRP system should be known. I will be using the Game of Thrones edition, as well as a few of the expansions namely OOSP and a few house rules which will be explained as we come to them. If you have questions about how things work or why certain actions are taken I can explain them as we go along. In truth this is a learning experience for me as well.
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And now without further ado.
“Virtue. Honor. Courage. The tenants of a True Knight, to protect the innocent, the weak, the downtrodden. To honor the Seven with your every action. Deliver justice in the name of The Father. To honor the Warrior in your every battle. The Smith- Squire. Brynden? Are you listening to me?”
Young eyes flash from idle thoughts, their focus upon the sea more than their tutor, they turn to the man, older than your father, though not by much, the father of the Lady your mother insisted you be wed to someday, “Yes Ser.”
“Ser?”
You sigh, boredom obviously upon your tone, “Ser Roderick Sunglass.”
“Repeat today’s lesson,” he orders, more frustrated with your tone as was the per usual. Willful is what he called you to your face; brash, disorderly, rude, crass, unworthy behind your back. Your mother had brokered the deal, she insisted it would be good for you, a strong firm Knight would be able to tame the wild youth. Your father had only laughed, better chance to tame a dothraki’s horse after killing his master. The look she had given him, the thing of nightmares. And now a year later you found yourself here, in King’s Landing, squire to a second son, talks of betrothal to a daughter. Not the life you desired, not the way it was suppose to be, “Squire. Repeat.”
You glance down at the book he had given you, it could have been written in runic for all you understood of it, “I don’t remember.”
“Of course you don’t,” he says throwing his hands up in the air, “If you spent half as much time learning your letters as you do picking fights by the docks and fucking that whore you’d be maybe half the man your Uncle is. Seven deem me unworthy that I am stuck with you.”
“She is not a whore,” you say, fire suddenly ignited in your eyes.
“She takes your coin and fucks you silly. She’s a whore. And the only kind of woman you’re fit for. If your mother wasn’t the absolute embodiment of the Mother she was, I’d have been done with you after the first month.”
“Take it back.”
“Watch your tongue boy. You may think you’re a dragon like the silver haired Prince, but you’ll know your place”
“TAKE IT BACK.”
The ringing in your ear sends your head spinning, the sting of a mailed back hand stricking your face the moment the words left your lips only fueled your fire further. Ignore the pain, attack back. What did he know. She was having your child. Your flight was tonight. To the Seven Hells with him now. Your fist lands firmly in his eye, Ser Roderick staggering back from your rebuttal, and staring at you with hatred, pure contempt.
“You’ll never be good enough for my daughter you pissant. Angry little boy who doesn’t know his place in the world. Not fit to clean my chamber pot. Be the courageous little boy, pretend to be the Knight, protecting your whore. For all your bluster and anger you’re still just a boy playing at knighthood. Seven bless your family if your brother is ever lost to us. Get out of my home.”
You stalk out, the sting of metal upon flesh burning deeply into your cheek, the trickle of blood the last you’d allow to be drawn here. To hell with knighthood, to hell with being a ‘True Knight’, you weren’t your Uncle or Donold. But you knew what was right, that protection of the weak did not end where love began. Lysa was yours, not a whore, not the forgotten face every other knight of ‘virtue’ saw her as, and you would protect her. So Seven help you.
---
You exhale and turn to Mason again, he was right. Innocents lives were at stake, the Sons of Gold had been through worse, more dangerous. And they would stand by you until the last man. Loyal to the end.
You nod, and Mason seems to deflate, he hated slavers as much if not more than you. Essos was not his world as it had been yours. He read like an open book, he would not be dissuaded from this and you could hardly blame him either.
“We may go to our death Mason.”
“I doubt it Brynden. You fended off half the city of Braavos once, a few hundred mercenaries piss drunk and half asleep shouldn’t be much of a problem. Still, if they do get a lucky shot in. It was a hell of a ride.”
“Likewise. Ready?”
“Lead the way.”
With a quick flick of your wrist the Sons mobilize, through trees with easy efficiency, working in pairs as always. Yondril and Yanno find a good crossing point and return the word down the chain. The land first, securing the area with drawn and ready bows before the others follow. Two by two. Land, draw, secured. Again. You enter last, falling from the old oak with a soft thud and a quick roll, your bow at the ready in an instant. Knuckles play with the fletching of two arrows, like brothers waiting to sink into their target. After a quick glance about and a minute of near holding your breath from the sheer stink of it you give the go ahead to advance. Quiet, low to the ground, using whatever cover you could find while hugging the eastern wall as it advanced towards the forgotten hall.
So... /tg/, how can I see with eyes closed?
>>46855961
Open them.
Dunno, but it does taste purple.
You need flame-o-vision.
>The first page of a wizard's spellbook is traditionally left blank
For what purpose?
Nigga, that's how most books are.
>>46854236
Depends on the setting.
>>46854236
Paper/Vellum/Parchment cartel want you to spend more money on their shit than you need.
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>QM
How different would your current Quest be if you started it anew from the beggining?
>Player
What's the strongest emotion or sensation that a quest or a MC has ever given you and when was it?
>Bonus
Would you buy Reviewanon a drink if you meet him/her?
>>46851971
>How different would your current Quest be if you started it anew from the beggining?
I don't think I ever would reset, it's kind of a one time deal. Also, people seem attached to the characters.
>>46851971
>How different would your current Quest be if you started it anew from the beginning?
So very different. It was my first quest and I made a ton of rookie mistakes I wish I could retcon, but I'm in it for the long haul now.
Was there a wqdt on friday?
