>obsessing over game balance
>masturbating over mechanics
play the fucking game, retards.
>>45572867
cant really argue about that.
pet peeve thread?
>not wearing deodorant
>Not trying to talk to other party members.
> Not doing the adventure.
>>45572867
i play the game how want faggot !
if they play the game, they'll obsess even more
You are Vanquish, the masked hero of the night who protects part of Arcadia, a city of the future.
LAST TIME:
We fought a mysterious man called Knightmare, made a friend in the bumbling hero Hurricane Vanguard, and got accepted to be interviewed by the Peacekeeper's Union.
Now, let's henshin a-go-gobaby!
---
The sun breaks through your window, illuminating your messily kempt room. Your eyes flutter awake, the blue numbers on your alarm clock greeting you.
7:59.
One whole minute before the alarm was supposed to go off.
Huh, you must really be prepared for this interview--
>BZZZZZZTTTT! BZZZZ--
You slam down the snooze button. Right, alarm clock.
You get dressed, stuff some Minute Rice in the microwave, and turn on the television to check the local news. All seems relatively sound this lovely morning, June 22nd, 21XX.
Newscasters report that Paragon Supreme, leader and founder of the Peacekeeper's Union, will be heading abroad on a trans-continental trip to make the Union a global effort, starting in Europe. Pretty cool stuff, you think.
>What to do until our interview at 2?
>Change the channel, catch a good show.
>Practice our interview, don't want to mess it up.
>Dick around on the internet.
>Write-in.
>don't you dare write in masturbate or I swear to god
>>45569380Masturbate to shota porn
>Practice our interview, don't want to mess it up.
Should also fix up our gloves.
>>45569420fuck you bruv we aint no pedo
You move over to your duffel bag, retrieving the cut gloves. Just running your thumb over the gash brings back the memory--the sheer rush of your will made manifest striking against him and making an even match.
Most of the people you catch and apprehend aren't quite on your level. Even the so-called 'superpowered' ones don't have much to do against your will's strength.
That Knightmare guy? You haven't seen shit like him before. Normally, he...
He's the people Peacekeeper's Union fights.
Damn, you really might be cut out for this.
You grab some kevlar tucked away under the floorboards and shoddily sew it into the gashes. You were never one for fixing your own costume, but it'll have to do. A quick dab of paint across the replaced material, and it almost looks like half of a hack job and not a full one.
>cont.
>>45569567
Sitting up against the wall, putting your helmet on to simulate the real thing, you begin.
"I...I'm Vanquish! I want to join Peacekeeper's so my reign of justice is not impeded while the wicked get away!"
"Well," you say, raising your voice into a supposed interviewer, "we have plenty of those. Why are YOU important?"
"My power is quite literally limitless! The only thing holding it back is my emotion, my drive, the sheer force of will that makes me keep moving forward! In time, I could surpass Para--"
No, that was too cocky.
You take the helmet off and toss it aside. Maybe it would be good to do things more...on the fly. Planning isn't in the nature of a hot-blooded woman like yourself.
>What now?
>Get some exercise and warm up.
>You've done enough. Veg out like the shit you are.
>Audience: Ask for Exposition about something...?
>Write-in.
>
Why does every single RPG rulebook seem so long winded and just difficult in terms of how it explains how the game is played. No matter how complicated or rules lite it is they spread everything out across a ton of filler text that can span hundreds of pages.
Like, what the fuck?
Is there an rpg that isn't shit at explaining how it works?
>>45566601
No, welcome to our special Hell
>>45566601
Because it is written by frustated fantasy novel writers who need a paycheck for their alcoholism.
>>45566601
There are two reasons.
The first is because RPG authors are notoriously arrogant. They bristle at criticism and will shut down forums and comment sections to hide from any issues with their product, real or perceived.
The second reason is because many RPG authors are from smaller distributors or self-publish and lack the funds to hire editors.
I'm a technical writer. People in my line of work generally work freelance or for larger companies. We are out of the price range of many small publishers and the larger ones don't see the need to entrust their product's success to someone from outside their little cliques.
You are Charlie Dennet. Magician, student and partial insomniac. Can someone be a partial insomniac, actually? You only sleep once every two or three days and when you do it's usually for about four hours, so maybe insomniac isn't the right word.
You ponder this as you descend the stairs after another, mostly sleepless night. You wander into the kitchen and begin to make yourself simple breakfast, relishing in the silence as none of your housemates have woken up yet. You aren't entirely sure HOW you missed Bart, Cissie and Lil Lobo moving into the house, but apparently you did as you didn't hear any of them leave last night.
Just as your toast pops up, you open the door and collect the newspaper on the stoop.
Sitting at the table you skip the headlines and some of the pages before closing it. From what you can see, it seems to be the world just reacting to the Government's new Superhero Team 'The Justice League of America', interviews about and with Amanda Waller and the speculation regarding a legal policy regarding extraterrestrial aliens on American soil.
You still have about an hour until your first class of the day starts and you aren't sure how you want to spend it. It DOES take you about fifteen minutes to walk to Class.
>A. Get ready for the day. Get dressed, brush some things, wash some things etc. (20 Minutes)
>B. Do a quick study sess. It won't help as much as a dedicated one, but it's a good idea (30 Minutes)
>C. Skip Class for the day. Forget getting ready, spend the day doing other stuff. (N/A)
>D. Go for a quick run. You obviously need more exercise if you're going to sleep tonight (45 Minutes)
>E. Read the paper more thoroughly. (15 Minutes)
>>45566500
>A. Get ready for the day. Get dressed, brush some things, wash some things etc. (20 Minutes)
>>45566500
>>A. Get ready for the day. Get dressed, brush some things, wash some things etc. (20 Minutes)
>>45566500
>>A. Get ready for the day. Get dressed, brush some things, wash some things etc. (20 Minutes)
Archive: http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/archive.html?tags=Spook%20Quest
A snowfall starts fluttering down on us, as the river winds it’s way into Oendal.
The city itself feels imposing, grand looming towers in stone grey and thick cloying air that makes it hard to take a full breath. The stench of a thousand coal fires burns any trace of fresh air, and the stick of such a cramped city fills my lungs.
This place seems very friendly.
After a few minutes of sailing down the river, Alison hooks the boat to the left, down a side channel, directing us towards a boat house. With the barge safely tucked away, we’re left on the streets of the city, with little to help navigate, barely a clue of what we’re looking for, and a freezing winter chill setting in.
The dog doesn’t seem to like the place much either, his tail drooping low and letting out a whine, sniffing uncertainly at a mysterious pile of filth, before darting away from it, coming to sit at my heel.
Still, Alison said that the best place to start looking would be the grand cathedral… wherever that is.
I draw my cloak tight, before asking the older girl, getting only a point in response, striking out and waving the three of you behind her. Seems the atmosphere of the city doesn’t bother her so much after a few visits.
We wend our way down tight streets, doing our best to stay out of anyone’s way, Kara making sure to keep herself directly behind me as we walk, for fear of a stray elbow knocking her hood back.
Suddenly the cramped dinginess of the street opens on a wide square, dominated by a grimy looking fountain with greasy looking water, behind it, a soaring church covered in leering gargoyles along nooks and crannies in the walls, the tower above, leading straight up into the dirty clouds bearing a giant eight pointed sun of Oenda.
The main issue however, is the ten foot wall circling the great church, all the gates locked tight, barring a side entrance beside the larger main gates for the crowds. It doesn’t help that the gate is manned by a burly looking church guard, a heavy cudgel at his hip.
“If the old man’s anywhere, he’d be in here.” Alison nods, clutching her arms and shivering. “Place gives me the willies just looking at it. Still, if we gotta get in.” She shrugs her coat off, undoing the top button of her shirt. “I think I can distract that guard for ye. Lead him to a nice quiet corner maybe. Not like they’ll let most people in this time a day.”
>”Sounds like a plan.”
>”Boost us on your shoulders, see if we can get over the wall.”
>Buy some food, pretend you’re making an offering
>Write in
>>45565733
>Buy some food, pretend you’re making an offering
Slow thread
>>45565733
>Buy some food, pretend you’re making an offering
Hi /tg/, tabletop newb here.
I'd like to try out a D&D game, but have no idea of where to start. Where'd you all suggest I begin?
Also, any chances of trying it out for free? I'd kind of like to be sure I'll be playing it more before commiting any money to it.
Pic little to not related.
Just download books through torrents and some other sites. d20srd is also free.
I think 5e is pretty friendly to new players, so just download the book and start reading. If you have friends who would like to play, send them a copy. If you don't, use rolld20 or other online gamefinders.
>>45565279
I'd suggest trying anything other than DnD.
>>45565279
Just find a group first and try out what they're playing anon.
previous: http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/archive/45286295/
Char sheets: Layla http://pastebin.com/AZhZH83v Maria http://pastebin.com/Pz8RjLpu
Eli http://pastebin.com/MTKD1usQ Marla http://pastebin.com/xxAh2vEH
"Heeey sis, wake up, come on!" Elizabeth giggles happily as I groan and try to crawl under Maria and my Blanket, as my younger sister continues to pull on it with no doubt a cruel grin on her face "You know they made a nice big breakfast for you two right"
"I don't eat" I groan angrily as I grab the other end of the blanket, trying to keep it over me and Maria so I can sleep in peace with her in this nice and cozy bed "Just let me sleep, I'll get something when it's nice and later...like night"
"Oh come on Layla" She sighs as Maria rolls around, groaning as she starts to wake up "they caught a nice big, fresh fish just for you"
I freeze
and
What do I do??
[] Feeesh?
[]...tempting but no
[] Did they really? what kind of fish?
[]Jack? could you go check on that
[] ...later, don't wanna get up
[] Fine, but only because we're going back to the school soon
[] write in
>>45563499
>[] Feeesh?
>[] Fine, but only because we're going back to the school soon
>>45563499
>[] Feeesh?
>[] Did they really? what kind of fish?
>[] Fine, but only because we're going back to the school soon
>>45563499
>[] Did they really? what kind of fish?
>[] Fine, but only because we're going back to the school soon
Previously, you mucked about in the Potions College and helped arrange a meeting.
Previous Threads: http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/archive.html?tags=Snakecatcher%20Quest
Twitter: https://twitter.com/OuroQM
Party: http://pastebin.com/hcK81hKL
Inventory: http://pastebin.com/kpSHTiZi
Pastebin Directory: http://pastebin.com/yYATEBvy
Thing where you ask questions: http://ask.fm/OuroQM
>>45562969
>Ask for a book.
"Thanks man, if you've got any spare books that you think might be useful I'd be happy to take them off your hands."
He chuckles at that.
"I'd love to but I'm afraid all of the books I have here are ones I plan to use in my lessons. Got it all planned out and everything...Actually, there is one."
He takes a book off the shelf and hands it to you. It reads 'A Lesson In Compliance: Mental Alchemy'. It's old and worn.
"I don't use this one but it was my first, really helped me when I was just setting out. Kept it around for sentimental value but I suppose you can have it."
"Thanks mate, you don't have to if you don't want to."
"No, it's fine! I insist. Keeping a book around isn't very useful, they're meant to be read. Take it."
You do so and with all that out of the way, Tallen agrees to follow you and have a meeting with Hiss.
He speaks up again as the two of you are leaving the College.
"You know what, I didn't even catch your name! I'm no good with them so half the time I feel like I forget to ask."
"It's Cennen."
"Like the stone? A nice name. Actually...have I met you before?"
"I don't think so."
"Strange. An alchemist named Cennen...alchemist named Cennen. Feels like somebody told me about you or someone with your name and job once before maybe. On the tip of my tongue!"
He shakes his head.
"Or probably not. Let's go. I'm only going to have time for a short interview though before I have to head back to do my class, I hope your client understands. I'll arrange a more suitable meeting time with her."
"I think that'll be just fine with her."
You hope it will be anyway.
When the two of you get to the inn you find yourself drawing to a stop. Zigzag is loitering around the street outside of it, apparently entirely unattended. She hasn’t seen you yet but what if she does? What would she say to Tallen? Would she scare him off?
1/2
>>45562978
>Hustle him through the door as quickly as possible.
>Call Zigzag over. What the fuck is she doing outside without someone watching over her?
>Guide Tallen around the back instead.
>Use a potion to solve the issue quickly.
>Just approach as normal.
>Other
>>45563000
>>Just approach as normal.
Say something that you like about a game that you hate.
Say something that you hate about a game that you love.
>>45561016
Weaboo fightan magic. Vehicles.
>>45561016
It's a super popular game.
Not enough sourcebooks
>>45561016
It has an interesting resource based concept.
Everything keeps getting nerfed.
Alright, this is a continuation of yesterday's civ.
To Recap:
>Humans have become Peaceful Druids in a permanent alliance with the Elves, whom have no Peace compulsions.
>We have started work on a permanent settlement, it is approx. 75% finished. We have also built a school, and began to further education among the peoples.
>We have no fear of hunger because of the Human's Druidic Magic.
>We have two languages. The commontongue spoken by both Humans and Elves, and Druidic, spoken by both Humans and Elves only in religious or private meetings, as well as for casting Druidic magic, but is never to be taught to outsiders.
>We have 3 Special People.
>Ohran, The Blind Prophet
>Panomiras, The Druidic Chieftain
>Anen Malla, the Elf Queen.
We currently have:
>40 Humans
>42 Elves
>20 Wolves
It is now Spring, and the people are currently working on finishing the settlement, as well as enhancing the land with Druidic magic.
Roll a 1d100 to see how the land is affected.
Sweet
Hm sorry no one wants to play right now, but i really like your setting. Druids are the best way of human life anyway
>>45559219
It's probably early. I would play but I'm a noobie about this kind of these things.
Hello and welcome to Priest of God Quest, where you are in fact, a Priest of a God set out on pilgrimage to heal your Deity's hurt pride and ego. This is my first ever quest, so hope y'all will enjoy.
When one thinks of gods, one always thinks of Limbs. No town is complete without at least a small shrine of the disembodied hand, to which the passerby could give a quick prayer. The Priests of Limbs were known throughout the lands, easily recognized and adored by all the people for their works. To the other gods, Limbs was blessed. If a baby was born healthy, Limbs was thanked, when a sick cow made a full recovery, Limbs was praised. When a priest of Limbs came to town, a celebration was held, for with them was brought the gift of health.
When a man was given a gift, no one thanked Geve. Whenever someone continued to live, no praises were given to Maw. The other gods were Jealous of Limbs’ popularity, how people recognized its power and its gifts. It was not Limbs fault they were unknown to the world and they did not blame it for their lack of favor amongst the mortals, they simply wanted favor as well.
So some one hundred and twenty years ago the other gods went into the minds of mortals in major cities and gave them knowledge. Knowledge of their existence and power, of what they could do for them and what they wanted from the mortals. Churches were established and Priestly orders were made for each deity. Their goal: To travel the world doing the works of their god to both gain its favor and spread its name far and wide.
The Priests were raised in the churches from their sixth birthday until their twentieth. Trained and blessed by the gods to perform their miracles and spread the knowledge of their god. These priests set out on a pilgrimage to achieve this goal, to spread their god to the unfortunate, ignorant foreigners.
(1/2)
You are one such Priest, now one the fourteenth day of your pilgrimage.
This is the fourteenth day aboard the Crabby Whore, a trade vessel that whisks you from your home, the desert port Iskth to the land of Forests and Fools to the northeast.
You are
>Male/Female
>A Priest of Maw, the God of Survival. Also the God of Living
>A Priest of Geve, the Goddess of Giving, Taking, and Sharing. Also the Goddess of Sacrifice.
>A Priest of Idall, the God of Discovery. Also the God of Knowledge
> A Priest of Haa, the God of Sleep, Inaction, and Sloth. Also the God of Death.
>Write-in (Name, themes of the god, and (optional) blessings, vestments and misanthropic attributes of the god/priests.
Info on gods: http://pastebin.com/RKHD00vC
>>45558446
>>Write-in (Name, themes of the god, and (optional) blessings, vestments and misanthropic attributes of the god/priests.
A Priest of Eeladt, the God of Dreams, Madness, and Poetry.
>>45558446
Male
Priest of Geve
As you rise from your bed, the morning sun blocked out nearly completely by your thick curtains, you hear a knock at your chamber door. You give permission to enter, and three minions show themselves in. They wordlessly assist you in donning your armor as taught by Duncan, cutting your normal dressing time down by half. Once they're done, one of them reads out your agenda for the day.
"First, a morning meeting to discuss the dissenters popping up in town. Then, a brunch meeting with the local merchant guild. Finally, your court date in the Ninth Ring Circuit Court."
Today will be the day you bring Vanessa home, but first things first.
>Go to the meeting
>Cancel the meeting
>Other
Previous Thread: http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/archive/45534742/
Twitter, for play times and story bits: @BBEG_Questman
>>45557881
>Go to the meeting
>>45557881
>Go to the meeting
>>45557992
You excuse the minions and make your way to the conference room dimension, where Duncan, Shen, and Marigold are already waiting. They stand and bow as you enter, and wait until you sit to do so themselves. Duncan is the first to speak.
"We continue to face rebellious individuals seeking to stir up the masses. Some of them are only seeking wealth and prestige, but a handful seem to have real ambition. We've noticed that most of them are adventurers from other lands, who have not witnessed your strength firsthand and therefore do not understand what they face. So far they've had little luck truly gathering followers, but it's becoming troublesome either way. We'd like to know your proposed course of action."
>Execution
>Imprisonment
>Torture
>Other
Tell me /tg/, how would you, from both a lore-wise and magic-wise P.O.V., try to make a Necromancer more in line of actual heroes?
Most of the time Necromancers are seen as dicks that want to become Liches, but how would you one that isn't a irredeemable cunt?
Gif. related is from Diablo (I didn't use the Heroes of The Storm image because screw it) and hence more /v/ related (and shows that Blizzard wasn't so bad back then), but it goes with what I try to say.
>Is all about balance between good and evil
>Is a priest of a dude that was the very first of his kin
>Is pragmatic and does not into temptation, hence why he and his kin didn't go bonkers and full corruption like the mage clans in the setting
>Acknowledges that life and death are all a natural cycle
>Is true neutral
>Hates being a pawn of others and tries to forge his own destiny
>Many of his goals align with those of the good guys, but as mentioned before, he's all about balance and shit, hence he'll oppose even the good guys if they get the advantage
>Still somewhat of a nice guy despite people looking at him like some creepy dude
I'd think of something more, but I'd like to hear out your takes on this.
>>45557787
Read Sabriel for a good way to have heroic necromancers.
Not this shit again
HEY ITS A NECROMANCER BUT GOOD is such a tired goddamn meme. The copypasta has gotten old and wasn't that interesting to begin with.
roll high charisma and bluff to get people to believe you're actually an earth wizard who specializes in calciumancy.
>>45557847
you're no fun
Avasi shrugs. “The ends often justify the means when dealing with monstrosities of this caliber. I took a precaution.”
“-And,” you cut in before Sylvia can rebuke him, “He's acknowledged that burning down the orchard to stem a bad crop is overkill.” You elbow him, glancing sidelong at him past your hood. “Right?”
He closes his eyes in resignation, but he nods all the same.
Boand nods. “Well. Glad to see there's some sense to be had here. Anything else, Totemist, or can I free myself of this putrescent muck?”
You snort. “That's it for now. Thank you Boand.”
“Anything for you.” waves daintly, fingers wiggling, before turning on her heel and sauntering toward the Brush. Siperco follows suit at a safe distance.
“So.” You turn to Avasi. “Lunch?”
“Pass,” he says bluntly. “Let's settle this so I can be on my way.”
Never let it be said you didn't try to pursue the diplomatic route. The two of you stare at one another. The cherubic blond's face is hard to read, but you can sense a tinge of frustration at the proceedings. If you're looking to preserve your relationship with him for the future, it may be best to let him pass now. On the other hand...
Your eyes flicker to the wide blade clapsed loosely in mailed fingers. Illithuvia. Your master's most potent tool. Even a fragment of its might could tip the scales in your struggle against the Magus, not to mention aid you in your fight against the Tyrant Wyrm. You're fuzzy on inheritance laws in the village but somehow you doubt Avasi will hand over the gleaming weapon on the basis of right. If your positions were reversed you wouldn't give the sword up for anything.
The rustling of wind through the heavy willow boughs around the blast zone draw your attention to Sylvia. Though Boand and Siperco have nearly passed from your line of sight, Sylvia stands toeing the border of the dead zone. Some inscrutable irritation flits across her features as she gives Avasi a once over.
>>45557756
“Very well,” you say. You shrug your spear off of your back and replace it with Song of the Deep. The bladed head of the weapon ripples like liquid quicksilver in your grasp. Modi's brass wiring still surges with power just beneath your skin. Broken-toothed flywheels churn at the base of your spine and the nape of your neck.
> “If you'll agree to consult with me before making any further strikes against my domain, I think we're done here.”
> “The sword is mine by right, Avasi. I understand its importance to your mission, but I must have it.”
> “If you're intent on keeping hold of my master's blade I'll need it turned to my purposes. I have an excellent hunt in mind.”
> “Let's not be hasty. Tell me more about the ruin you claimed the blade from.”
> Write-in
---
You are Osyki, journeyman Totemist and first line of defense for your village against the rabid Behemoths wandering the land. Your master, the previous Totemist, fell in a battle against a terrible Behemoth, leaving the duty of defending your settlement to you. A tense confrontation with a powerful hunter of Behemoth spawn carrying a fragment of the holy blade has given way to an uneasy truce for the time being.
[[Previous Threads: http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/archive.html?tags=totem
>HTML Bindings Spreadsheet (Hover for descriptions!): http://zamubafoo.github.io/
>Plot Summary (Out of Date): http://pastebin.com/dqBSNUTM
>The Cast Thus Far / Binder's Log: http://pastebin.com/VsJpEUx3
>Ask: ask.fm/DiarcaEXE
Quest Twitter: @TotemistQuest ]]
>>45557786
>“Let's not be hasty. Tell me more about the ruin you claimed the blade from.”
>>45557786
> “Let's not be hasty. Tell me more about the ruin you claimed the blade from.”
>Imagine a dangerous strip of land spanning the entire continent containing millions upon millions of pit traps of every sort.
>>45557284
But I just got back from a mission trip in Rwanda and Burundi, why would I want to think about going back?
>>45557284
I'm sure the weather would cause most of them to fill up or collapse.
>>45557503
Sounds pretty pissy, man. Hope you at least met some cool locals or somehting.
