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Current 3.5e is the best dnd, only one I play, but I prefer pathfinder 1e cause it's 3.5e with extra stuff.
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6 yrs ago
Trying to get a new RP started so my friend can try out text rp if anyone is interested.

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The Major looked over at the horseman and shook his head after his translator whispered in his ear, "We don't know how many men he has... baiting him could be suicide, and don't forget we seem to be more of a force awaiting allied reinforcements... or at least a strong mountain to try and stall him here."

He rested back into the chair he was in and looked at his translator. "having fought under the man as his subordinate with the man, we will be facing an enemy who will try to overwhelm us, he knows how to change his units orders to adjust to battle quickly."
He paused, "First he will decide where he will break us, and make sure when his guard, that he will march forward and that the enemy will run... they will take no losses. They are elite enough to where when I fought your people before Horse Lord that I didn't even need to duck in fear for being shot as the flank routed when we marched forward with them when the officer we are facing was ill."

He took a deep breath, "We turn his tactics of fear against them... we should make our stand just before the hill and build trenches and maybe a way for our cannons to be flush with the hill to shoot over them, let the recoil push them back into a state of protection. It will not protect us from his howitzers, but it should protect us from direct missile fire."

"Oh and tell the Halldorian that the militia is more as a baggage train for logistics... we should use them as surgeons, water bearers and such... let the ones with guns fight where they are needed or protect the guns, maybe build more entrenchments during the fighting if we aren't done preparing."

"But I say we try to dig ourselves in as much as possible... and reserving as of our elite soldiers as well as our horsemen, use your dragoons as quick response foot infantry... Use your Dusmane horsemen as shock troops or some flanking force if it presents itself through the first rank of national guardsmen he will most likely use to blunt our first attempts. Maybe when and if their first rank flees, we chase them down and use them as cover from their second wave and artillery. Force him to send his reserves forward while we try routing him... we can start digging ourselves in further forward in confusion, make him range his guns again, and waste whatever powder he has left. You are all thinking like the commanders that had to retreat... if it was you that I fought in the past, then I am sorry for the offense, but that is how you are thinking... He knows all of us; you are all great leaders whom he has studied before, I was one of his officers, he knows us... He knows our strengths, our weaknesses, how to make us tick and if he is like what I remember him to be we have to think outside of our boxes. But I know his, I fought with him against you... probably all of you, and I am sorry for rambling like a chastized bull. Still, we are thinking like the average officers at an academy using basic tactics that we have all learned before at some academy or from our fathers or peers..."

"We are going against a force we know little about, a commander who has either trained or beat probably all of us in battle, and who probably outnumbers us... We should be on the cautious side and adapt to what we are presented... not just rush into a field where we will by far superior artillery... and the forests where we don't know if his scouts are already there waiting for us while we sit here."
Sweet! Yea I was going to make a post asking if any of ya'll were still alive. But I'll look over it and probably make my own, we can figure out inventory and stuff later, but lets hopefullly get this going.


Isaiah Hussian the III




Isaiah stared at the drink as he slowly began consuming it. Wishing he had a mess hall compared to something other officers would get onboard the station, or at least being able to trade meals for solid and possibly better foods. He stared at the liquid as it was slowly lowering only able to tolerate so much of it in his mouth at once. It was like he tasted his mouth, not being able to clean himself due to the lack of items properly, but he hated the taste. His eyes closed as he pressed his lips to the cup once again, and he placed it down.

He stood, done with it before he turned to a messenger, some young lad like him who had been tasked with finding him and asking him to go to the medical room for an inspection. Why would they need to look over him, they shanghaied him, for what reason, probably just needed crew. He rolled his eyes and muttered to himself as he walked past the man, "Fine, yep gonna go see the doc for whatever reason..."

After a few minutes, he stopped and thought for a moment where was the damn infirmary, medical deck, whatever the ship had. He didn't know the ship that well, or at all, but what little signage or crew was near him helped. It might have helped if he had gained augmentation for some form of visual assistance, but he despised it as much as his parents did. Now, what he could go for is the beautiful landscape of his homeworld, lovely beautiful skies lacking the smog of hives, wide-open dunes, the eventual grasslands full of roaming beasts to ride upon, or even the few tropical forests that dotted the landscapes. Possibly he could have been sailing on a luxury yacht with some beautiful women on the outskirt. Still, no he decided he was going to be in the navy, not the PDF, not one of three regiments of guardsmen the planet kept reinforced and maintained.

He eventually found the doctor's office through his daydreaming and more or less annoying whomever he could see where he was going. Knocking on the door to wait for his 'appointment,' was it an appointment, or was it just an inspection.

((TBContinued in a cooperative))
sounds good! I may have a few NPC characters made as well.


Isaiah Hussian the III




Isaiah stared up as the lights flickered a bit in the cargo hold as he sighed deeply, moving throughout the different areas and counting as much as he could ever desire in such a messy bay. He took a peek down at his PDA as he smiled softly, rubbing the back of his head, "So many things on board... I bet there is plenty of contraband through these bays.." He thought to himself for a moment and shook his head; he was technically crew now, after being, would pressganged be the correct word?

He shook his head once again and took a deep breath, "they are lucky they had me looking over them, I am a kind soul I allowed them to get away with half of the items hidden, I bet there is some form of contraband on a heretical level my father thought I could never handle."

"Well, I am sure there is something decent to indulge myself compared to what is on the station here... I am sure I can find it, it's a traders ship, so there is something better to eat right, I mean. He trades, he's probably as rich as my father with something to fit his taste." he dreamed for a moment before leaving they bay he was in to find something else on the ship to do.




After a quarter-hour of trying to find his way up to the mess hall, he stared at the liquid the man was having. He had his dreamed ruining a moment's notice as he sighed deeply, no, the average meal of everyone else he ever knew on that station, it would be his life as well. He was saddened that not even officers got a better lifestyle on the station, but this shattered his hopes of eating well once again.

He took a deep breath and found himself at the counter waiting as well; maybe he could find a way at the next station to salvage his tastebuds. But now, this would be his life, eating liquid. After a few minutes he would find himself with the liquid in front of him in some random table near the center. He looked around to see if anyone else was having a hard time with it before he tried the liquid and slowly started on it. Dissapointed, he looked back up only to find some heresy, or at least some weird looking blue chick in the corner, and some guardsman leave. He looked back down at the liquid and sighed, it was making him see shit wasn't it, a blue chick, that shit has to be expensive for that coloration of skin.


Something like that look good for a start, added contour lines.
@TJByrum I've got inkarnate if you want me to try and make something.
because translate works, but it doesn't do dialect well.
I am an american with public schooling... that is going to take me at least a week to get the books to translate that properly.
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