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D&D 5e - High Seas and Tall Tales

Not finished with Jill, but it has the spells I currently know: myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1204917

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@Mahz This was an idea I just had, but what if you can add little reasons why you're banning someone from your thread that show up for them (and co-gms)?

@Mr Allen J

This could easily be abused. Send a PM to the person and say why they're banned. I don't believe that banning should be used for your personal blacklist, but only for important reasons (like they won't stop spamming your thread).

D&D 5e - High Seas and Tall Tales

Hail travelers, and well met! Sit down, rest your weary feet, and listen to a tale of mine (only five copper!) that I personally experienced. It is a tale of high seas, adventure, fate and folly, love and war! There is sure to be something for everyone, and should you wish, you too could be part of the tale (although the price goes up to five silver for that)!

Here is the setting: My friends and I were sailing aboard a merchant vessel when disaster struck! Pirates, or perhaps a leviathan, or maybe both in cahoots attacked! And of course, we valiantly fought them off in a hard-won battle. I shall narrate our journey. Who am I? Well, I'm glad you asked! My name is Jill Orion, and I have been telling tales for years.

A few rules before we set sail, me hearties, yo ho, and all of that! This adventure is set to be full of what one might call style. Rules are great, and must be followed for all lawful participants! And if you're chaotic or neutral, well... follow them anyways!

1) Even though we be heroes and such, we are not quite on the levels of gods. Yet. None of that godmodding, ya hear?
2) Style is everything. No one pays to read "I stab the bad guy. I stab him again." Everything you do should be with flair and style, and shall be rewarded for such. DM Inspiration will be handed out whenever the jollies strike!
3) Yes, I mentioned love, but there are children here. Take your hanky panky behind closed doors!
4) We are heroes! HEROES, I SAY! We shall start as level 10 adventurers with starting gear befitting a high-magic campaign. I'll give you specifics later once I get to know you a little better.
5) This is a swashbuckling adventure on the high seas! Although guns do exist, keep your technobabble out of this. Also, we're pirates. We all can swim about half as far as we can walk (15 ft), unless you're a merfolk or someone who swims better.
6) Because we're swashbuckling heroes, we won't be havin' no weak rolls or poor stats. Use Pathfinder Point Buy Rules with 20 points available to ye.

I have already shared the makings of this story with a handful of my friends, and they get first stab at joining me in the adventure. After that, I am willing to carry about six party members with my amazing bard skills. Much more than that and my back will start to get sore.

There are a wide variety of races, classes, and subclasses out there. Folk of all types can join. If you have found some Unearthed Arcana that fits this setting, feel free to use it. If you wish to play something completely ridiculous like an eyepatch-wearing beholder pirate, let me know and I will find a suitable substitute. The sky is the limit! Almost.

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So if it isn't fairly obvious by the above, the setting of this story will be a wild tale told by my GMPC bard. There is bound to be a lot of... let's just say, exaggerations of the truth. If this seems interesting to you, drop a note below!

We will be hosting our Character Sheets on Myth-Weavers. HP will be the average value as stated in the PHB.

Omega Station / Boop!

"You wanted to see me, Sir?"

Ryobi stood at the entrance to the Captain's Office, a rigid salute presented. The Captain glanced up and let out a laugh. "At ease, Ito," he replied, his voice warm and jovial. "This station isn't run quite so uptight as that. We're thousands of kilometers from Command up here." Burchill stood up from his chair and approached Ryobi. The man was just leabing middle age, the gray beginning to toy at the corners of his neatly-trimmed hair. "Not every day we get new recruits up here. I wanted to meet you and welcome you aboard Omega. You came highly recommended."

Ryobi relaxed his stance, glad that he would be relieved from the strict requirements of the Military Police. "I work hard, Sir," he replied. "I didn't request this post, but it suits me, Sir."

"Suits you?" The Captain returned Ryobi's gaze with a somewhat puzzled expression. "How so?"

"Always wanted to go to space, Sir. Glad to watch over those lowlifes and keep Earth free of the worst, Sir."

The chuckle returned as the Captain looked out the plate glass window overlooking the station. "Listen, Ito. A few tips. First: one Sir per response is plenty, kid. Second: if you keep working hard and stay on the Warden's good side, you'll be fine here. Just... loosen up a bit. Jan will chew you up and spit you out otherwise."

"Jan, Sir?" Ryobi replied. He had yet to meet most of his fellow crew before meeting the Captain. Heck, he still had half of the crates still unopened in their barracks.

"Janetta Pryce. Warden. Keep her happy, and you'll reach the top, mark my words." Burchill smiled warmly at Ryobi. "Anyways, that is all. If we can make your transition smoother, please don't hesitate to ask the bots."

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Ryobi stoically lowered his gun. More death. More of his friends and co-workers ripped from him. He wanted to let out his frustration and anger, but that wasn't what they needed right now. They needed clear heads, measured planning. Ryobi stood in silence for a moment, staring into the eyes of the man he had trusted all these years and then doubted; a man whose life may have been saved were it not for his hesitation; a man whose life he had essentially traded for Pryce's.

It was an unfair choice in an unfair situation. Burchill was like a father to the entire station, whether they were civilian, officer, or AI. Benton was not as close to Ryobi, but they had shared a few good laughs. And now they were dead.

Ryobi turned away from the scene, instead choosing to inspect the medbot. There was nothing of this picture that made sense. The scratches on the bot appeared human in origin, as if someone manually fought it off. The arm had been forcibly torn from its socket and haphazardly disposed of. There was nothing more to see here.

Ryobi turned back to Pryce. "Well, Captain Pryce, where do we go from here?" he asked, his voice quiet and emotionless. "Pretty obvious that Burchill didn't do it. I'm worried about Amy. If I were going to disrupt the abilities of this station, I would target the Captain, the Warden, and the Doctor, and so far, we're two out of three."

Mahz's Dev Journal

@MahzI expressed this opinion elsewhere, but one of the main things that drew me to the site was that there was an obvious section for different levels of dedication. If everything was lumped together, it would have been much less obvious, and I may not have joined.

One suggestion (probably slightly more difficult to manage) is to maintain the different forums (Free, Casual, etc), but have an indepth search feature that allows you to search threads by tags like you listed above. Another option is to let people post IntChecks and RPs, and the same thread shows up (or is linked) in each forum that shares a specific tag (no idea on how hard that is to code). A third idea is to mix all the Interest Checks together and let people filter by tags, but leave the RPs themselves separated out once the level of commitment is decided (not sure how I feel on that idea, as it simply makes it harder to find things in my opinion).

Persona - Academic Akrasia

Kimiko Maita

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@Crimmy@Savo@GarlandDaHero@Suku

The idea that Suzune was more of a coward than Kimiko had never crossed her mind before now. She had always seemed tough before, ready to tear the head off any guy that approached. Was that all an act that faded as soon as real danger loomed? If Kimiko were not completely terrified herself, she might have thought more on the matter.

As it stood, the crumpled frog, deafening screech in her ear, and her classmates ready to storm the halls and fight did not seem to mix well with Kimiko. "I-is it really a good idea for any of us to leave?" Kimiko spoke up. "We know it is safe here, or at least, there is no immediate threat other than... whatever is on those walls." If Kimiko did not call it blood, then it did not need to be blood, or so she hoped.

Her words seemed to be doing little to slow down Frosty. "W-wait a minute! If you are set upon leaving, then perhaps we should find some way to arm ourselves first." She approached the prop weapons that were in the room and drew one, although her movements were less than perfect due to a certain misandrist hindering her. "These might not be real, but they should keep w-whatever is out there at bay. Unless you wish to go boxing with whatever entity did all of this." Kimiko gestured to their surroundings. Although serenity was not an option for her, she still attempted to keep her wits about her. It was the only advantage she had in a fight, after all.

Beginner's DnD 5e Game - Group 2

As Arthera spoke, the General seemed to eye her a little closer as if he were attempting to size her up. Daisy's comment drew his attention next, despite being rebuked by Ceria. "Although I do not have anything of value for you at this time, perhaps we could find you some manner of protection from poison? I believe Loxim would have a suggestion for where you could look."

At this, Loxim's pen stopped moving and he looked up to the group with a grin on his face. "Of course! My sister is the proprietor of a sundries store. Perhaps you have heard of Pilly? Most of her goods are not exactly magical, but she has been known to tinker around with some interesting things." Out came the pen again, and Loxim held out a piece of paper to the group. "Here, this is a writ saying I sent you and that the City will pay for a few potions to aid you. She should be able to acquire them."

During this time, the General was looking among the group, his eyes drifting over each individual. Once the paper was retrieved, he spoke up once again, this time with a hushed air of importance tied to his words. "Perhaps you are trustworthy enough for this information. Word of this does not extend beyond these walls, understood?"

Aengus nodded to Loxim who stood from his books and walked over the doorway, drawing the deadbolt and standing in its path. "Forgive the secrecy, but the Venomers have been known to attempt to infiltrate our guard," Loxim said. "It is tough to know who should not be overhearing information."

The General cleared his throat and continued. "This information is not exactly our most closely-guarded secrets, but it is better to be safe. We have captured an individual that we believe to be a member of the cult. Normally, we would allow them to leave without any legal reasons to hold them, but this man appeared to be somewhat..."

"Wacko?" Loxim offered helpfully. "Loose a few bolts? A pork-and-cheese sandwich short of a full picnic lunch? Out to sea? Gone fishing?"

"Yes. One of those." Cavanaugh sighed, although a small smile appeared on his lips. "Either way, we detained him as he appeared to be in no condition to wander the streets, and we were afraid someone might get hurt. He then began babbling about Fellmire and how the Serpent will join the Sea to crush the Worm. His babbling then fell to incoherence, and we could never get more information out of him. He is currently being held in our jails. Since you have an idea of where to look, perhaps you have little need of his dubious advice. Either way, I would suggest seeing Loxim's sister first." The General nodded to his aide who then unbolted the door. "And that is essentially all we know. We were hoping to get ahead of this issue before too many bodies were found in the streets. I appreciate your haste in this matter."

neotokyo ⋮⋮ ネオトウキョウ

One day left until the deadline. :)

DnD 5e - Beginner's Game

As soon as Harriet glanced in his direction, Draj knew what she was planning, or at least the gist of it. He also knew in this company, there was little to do but grin and bear it, and that is exactly what he did. This was simultaneously the best and worst thing about Harriet: she could give two shits about the level of politeness one should use in a crowd.

Drajhan stepped closer to Harriet, placing a claw on her shoulder. "Never heard you once complain about it afterwards either, milady," Drajhan added before whispering in her ear: "Time and a place, sweetheart." He stepped forward, ready to deliver his own story.

"I shall tell you a tale: one of great heroics and honor. I am no bard, so I pray you forgive the nature of this oratorio, but thus I commence: The tale of the Vindicator of the Southern Coasts!" Drajhan's voice filled the room with anticipation, and he augmented his tale with a wave of his hand as a sad song played softly.

"In years passed, my mother was accused of great treachery to the people. A rival house, followers of fiends like those who attacked the Gate, had accused her of infidelity to my father, for which they had no proof other than the shape of my sister's snout. But the people are fickle, and we were for a time exiles in our lands." Drajhan bowed his head in sorrow and briefly closed his eyes before they flashed open again. Drajhan motioned to Harriet, and a light breeze fluttered behind her, strands of her hair caught in the breeze.

"It was then that Harriet's story occurred, as we were lost and far from any place we knew. She took us in and sheltered us, not caring about the scandals we fled. Despite this, my father could not bring himself to try to restore his honor. It was then that I knew. It was my destiny." The music altered, becoming a triumphant march as Draj moved next to Harriet, the wind catching his cape as well.

"Together, we crossed the countryside, gaining troops to join our cause. A year of covert subterfuge combined with the harshness with which our rivals treated the common folk made the citizenry begin to turn to join our side once more. At the end of the year, Blam!" A spark of lights exploded from Draj's fingertips. "War broke out in Castle Caerziros. With the people turned against them, our rivals found no allies, and we were victorious! I commissioned that weapon of Harriet's as a thank you gift for her part. She helped me vindicate my parents and, more importantly, she helped me see me the way she did: a hero, worthy of Name and honor."

The music swelled to a triumphant flourish and drew to a close. "I skipped over a few dozen details," Draj added nonchalantly, "but those were unnecessary trivials. What is important is that even when faced with the darkest despair, the only way to lose is to give up hope. Things will get better, even if we have to make them better ourselves."

Mechanics

Prestidigitation cast for music, wind, and sparks.

100 Days of Summer

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@HylianRose | @mskennedy615 | @Joshua Tamashii

Brandon stood in awe at the size of the mansion, oblivious to everything else until someone tapped him on the shoulder. Terrified that he had somehow committed a faux pas or perhaps that a policeman had come to cart away someone who was so obviously out of place, Brandon jumped a bit at the touch and turned to see who his potential assailant was with wide eyes betraying his emotions. The sight of Amelia in her white dress assured him there was little to worry about, but it did not slow his panicked heartbeat much.

The small amounts of sign language Brandon had picked up over a few years of chatting with Amelia (and a summer course he had taken between his 7th- and 8th-grade years) helped him understand what Amelia was asking, and he returned her smile with one of his own. "Amelia! I didn't see you drive up!" Out of all of his friends, Brandon had most hoped Amelia would be present. Not sure what else he should say, and feeling like his gift was rather our of place, he held the bouquet of a dozen roses out to Amelia. "Uh... I brought a gift. Do you want one?"

He was still holding the roses towards Amelia when Jocelyn approached. Without even realizing he was doing so, he retracted the flowers. "Oh, I could carry one if you want," Brandon offered. He only had a single bag anyways, and despite not having participated in many sports or other strength-building exercises, he still had a decent amount of natural muscle on his large frame. "Truth is, I don't really know what to expect. I hope it will be pretty fun."

Brandon had barely gotten the words out of his mouth when the door opened and they were welcomed. A peek inside left Brandon completely dumbfounded. He was relatively sure his entire house could fit inside the first room in this estate. He was still gawking when Eva brushed past him and dropped her bags off as if it were just another day for her. He didn't even get a chance to say hello before she was on to the next room.

In all the confusion, one thing stood out in his mind. He had seen Eva, Jocelyn, and Amelia, and the maid had mentioned Elizabeth. That was four girls... and just him? This would either be the most uncomfortable or most fun summer Brandon had ever experienced. He stepped inside the building and briefly set down his own bag. "Uh... nice place?" he offered hesitantly to the butlers standing nearby.