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2 mos ago
Current Star Wars Persistent World, that was a thing that was sort of a thing. Kind of.
5 mos ago
LongSword is objectively the best main. Objectively.
8 mos ago
The ones from Calle are usually monthly. I tried to start another one a few years back.
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8 mos ago
If you feel like you need help no shame in going out there and getting it. Take care of yourself.
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8 mos ago
I think you can develop a flair. A personal style. Words and phrases you like. That's why I don't get using Grammarly for word suggestions.
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“It’s dead, Jim”
I’m interested as well, got a CS ready
Day wore on past noon. Few folk got their eyes on the parties what were assembling and figgered maybe they'd be better off just minded their own damn business. Rough folk out to do what may likely turn out to be some rough work. Were always something safer to do work about town even if it didn't pay but to keep your heart tickin. Lot of folk said they wanted to go out huntin' after this cursed mine camp or that man eating cougar, but you know well as I do money talks and bullshit walks. So the bullshitters found something else to do and the party they got to talking.

Old Zeke convinced his "fellow countryman" to come along with him and help hunt down that damn idjit cougar. Offered him the full pay for the cat and the protection of a little posse of his friends. Crazy old coot really had it out for that critter. Said he already had it's mate nicely emptied out and she'd soon be fit fer showing. Soon as he got even just the slightest nod from that Kaufmann feller he got to stammerin' and asking all kind of question 'bout where he were from and what it were like and did he know the Mullers of Munich or the Richters of Rostock or maybe those schweinhund Schmidts from Sarrbucken?

Rest of the party, them that were still willin' to head out under that unforgivin' sun that is, them all got together and headed out down the path to Poor Ol' Charles' Mine. Learned pretty quick from one of the hire ons that it were a good long trip. Them hire ons aim to push a hard pace, seems there were a few of the lot who had, purely out of civic duty mind you, followed Ol' Charles out a bit toward the mine fore he lost em or they got tired and headed back for home. This time though they meant to get out there and collect that damn re-ward, quick like too afore the sun came down too far.
Looking to see who would be interested in doing a wrestling themed arena fight. So no weapons that wouldn’t fit the setting, General wrestling rules and a not overly serious atmosphere.

If you’re open to it we could use the RPGuild dice system to determine when moves are or are not effective.

Here’s the character I have prepared :
(Character Sheet format from Doc Doctor)

Nah, nevermind
Im still working at it, just taking awhile to figure out what augments the guy would have. Trying to figure out reasonable stuff that would help him do his job.
Jagged ice shards had rained down upon the party and though Shel was entirely untouched by the Kislevite's spell he moved quickly to get himself into more effective cover. On his tiny little legs Shel dashed through the trees and brush. To flank the Ice Wizard of course, it was a very tactical decision. Move about unseen, circle around the these would be bandits, figure out what to do if he actually manages to sneak up on them when he actually manages to sneak up on them.

Shel felt more at home in such a situation anyway. Open fields were not the Halflings friend in combat, better to have things to hide behind or to climb. It was quieter in the thicket, but as Shel didn't wear heavy armor and didn't weigh much of anything himself he was able to move quite quickly while making near to no sound at all. It was how he had survived so long, it was how he acquired the nickname "Surefoot." Yes, he felt quite safe for the moment, in his element, untouchab-

Shel's awareness hadn't extended to the short bow across his back. It had caught on a low hanging branch, not quite knocking him off his feet but causing him to slip and kick up a gathering of leaves on the forest floor. Though he quickly regained his balance the sound of a snapping twig nearby indicated he had likely been noticed.

A gruff voice called out from the quiet, "Alright, hold it there or I'll gut you!" and Shel turned to see a particularly unwelcome sight, a momentarily airborne Dawi. Not just some every day Dawi either, this particular Dawi was clad in steel armor and holding a shield and axe at the ready. None of his equipment appeared to be new, and the Dawi himself didn't appear to be new either. Grey hair, scarred leathery skin, this was an experienced Dawi. Not good indicators for the Halfling's chances of survival.

"Gahhh," the Halfing retorted, quickly retreating several steps and drawing his dirk. Holding it as a man would a shortsword he gathered his thoughts, "Hold it right there or I'll I'll I'll gut you."

Shel didn't like his chances, and so he endeavored to improve them. Taking slight steps back and trying to circle around the Dawi Shel was really just stalling for time, hoping for some opportunity to open itself up. It was exactly the right plan. As fate would have it walking backward while also trying to circle an armed and angry thoroughly terrifying Dawi is a great way to create an opportunity, for the Dawi.

Keeping his eyes locked on the dangerous Dawi in what he imagined to be a quite intimidating death glare Shel stepped on some particularly wet leaves and soon found himself on his back and disarmed. Though he quickly got his barings back he found himself to be in a very sticky situation. His dirk had bounced off to the side near the trunk of a thick grey tree, but the blade was now between him and the Dawi who seemed to have mastered the intimidating death glare.

"You, uh," he stammered as he backed away on hands and knees from the armed and armored Dawi, "You're awfully quiet for a Dawi."
I’m going to try to join up as as a sort of auditor doing something like internal affairs, investigating the disappearance, if that’s alright. I’m thinking sort of the flip side of what most folk are likely going for. Someone thoroughly stuck in the rat race. It will take me a while to get a CS together though. Works been busy lately.

Aldo Hammat. Non combat augments to allow him to do his desk job better. A cog in a machine that’s slowly getting ground down
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