Lauder

D&D 5e - High Seas and Tall Tales

The raining fish did little to effect Garnesh in his daily activities, he had begun to pick them up off the deck while the fish hat continued to fall slapped against him, harmless and more annoying than anything really. That was before the Captain shouted for them to be ready for a battle, instantly raising his head to Sea the monsters that began to gun their way to the ship. Maybe all this fish was not so good for them.

The first to act, Garnesh the Bloodthirsty quickly assessed the situation as he saw the serpents move through the water spout before the strange wolf of ice and water came tumbling out of the sea above them. He found the wolf to be the largest threat and proceeded to deal with such a threat in one of the only ways that he knew how, throwing spears at the damned thing. He reached behind him, grasping the first javelin to come to hand and recklessly throwing it, a savage smile came to his face when he saw that the javelin was going to make contact with the creature, and it did as the creature swatted it away. He reached back to grab another javelin, using some patience to wait a moment before letting the javelin loose into the air. He could tell that it was a hit, smiling as he awaited to see if the creature would die. It didn't.

”Damnit!” The dragonborn roared in annoyance, glaring at the wolffish creature that seemed to now mock him.

rolls

Attack One - Missed - Disadvantage - 17
Attack One(second roll) - Disadvantage - 23
Attack Two - Hit - Disadvantage - 21
Attack Two(second roll) - Disadvantage - 22
Javelin Hit - 5 + 5 = 10

stats

HP - 115
AC - 18
Weapons - Acidic Great Axe, x18 javelins

Mid/High Casual - Divinus: The Deity Roleplay Mk.II

@Rtron

You can't scold me for not having parents around to love and support me!

Mid/High Casual - Divinus: The Deity Roleplay Mk.II

I hate exams!~

And anotha one gone, another one gone~

Anotha one torn to shreds~

Star Wars

TB-239

Name:

TB-239

Age:

Manufactured 20 BBY

Species:

T-series tactical droid

Gender:

Masculine programming

Homeworld:

Manufactured on Geonosian droid factory

Appearance:

Standing at the exact height of 1.93 meters in height with a boxy appearance, TB follows the standard make and model for the late T-series strategy droids. He bears a painting pattern of blue, which covers his lower torso and legs, and white which covers the top of his head, upper torso, and upper arms. His eyes glow a bright white, and so does his mouth when he speaks. While he follows the make and model of the standard T-series droid, he is riddled with dents and blaster marks as a sign of previous battles.

Major Skills:

• Strategizing/Analysis
• Repairing
• Diplomacy

Primary Equipment:

• E-5 Blaster Rifle
• Repair Kit

Force Sensitive:

No

Biography:

Like many of his kind, TB-239 was produced to administer command to droids where an organic could not be at the time. That was his life for the the majority of the Clone Wars, leading droids against the Republic but never encountering these fabled ‘Jedi’ that his programming had told him to be cautious of. That was until TB was warned that a fleet led by a jedi master was on the way to his position, his fleet of three ships were ordered to retreat and rally with the rest of the Confederacy’s fleet. He disobeyed, arrogantly at that. He ordered for the fleet to power down all systems. They laid adrift for an hour, waiting for the forced of the Republic to show itself and so it did. Everything about the trap went according to plan at the exact calculations done by TB-239, the republic boarded the dead ships and patrolled it, expecting to find some form of resistance, no resistance was given. The Jedi strode all the way to the command center to find nothing. That was before blaster fire came from behind them all, the scene looping in his mind to this day.

The clones, fleshy and weak died under the hail of fire provided by the destroy droids, not a single round missing its mark. The jedi, as calculated, drew his sword and began to deflect shots to the best of his ability: attempting to grab his communicator to relay the trap had been sprung. Predictable. Soon his saber fails him, blasters hitting their marks and bringing him to his knees, too weak to fight on any longer. I saunter up to him, I would smiled if I could. He looks up at me, anger and hate any his eyes, I fail to understand how I recognize those emotions. “I'll turn you to scrap,” the human states and I would reply “Thank you.” I ordered him captured, bound behind me as the ship powers on and I begin to hail the Republic fleet. “I have captured your Jedi, shut down your weapons and we shall release him to you.” They agreed, predictable. I have him escorted to the hanger. I order our weapons to be powered up. The dropship was halfway to their carrier when our turbolasers tore through their shields and hull, an underhanded strategy, effective at bringing panic. Our second ship follows suit, tearing into their destroyer, flawless execution.

Clones within the ship proved problematic, blocked B1’s from getting to their ships. I saw to it personally, brandishing an E-5. I gunned them down, my destroyer droids acting as my guards while the Republic ships attempted to flee. It seemed that they did not expect this outcome, need more droids, more me.

TB felt proud as the Republic fleet attempted to retreat, a dead jedi and severely damaged ships were never a good thing. However, as he reported into his organic superiors, he overheard them speaking of decommissioning him, turning him to scrap despite his victory. However, he did not want that, he could do the Confederacy so much more if he was not scrap, so what if he disobeyed one lousy order? So he ran. TB took a fighter and flew into space, disabled any way of the Confederacy from tracking him, then proceeded to get lost in space. A rather lackluster way for a Jedi killer to get lost and now he just floats through space, in a fighter that only has enough power to send a weak distress signal. He does not know of the Empire, the Rebellion, or anything like that, obsolete in design and programming.

D&D 5e - High Seas and Tall Tales

@JBRam2002

I'm fine with this.

Star Wars

TB-239

Name:

TB-239

Age:

Manufactured 20 BBY;

Species:

T-series tactical droid

Gender:

Masculine programming

Homeworld:

Manufactured on Geonosian droid factory

Appearance:

Standing at the exact height of 1.93 meters in height with a boxy appearance, TB follows the standard make and model for the late T-series strategy droids. He bears a painting pattern of blue, which covers his lower torso and legs, and white which covers the top of his head, upper torso, and upper arms. His eyes glow a bright white, and so does his mouth when he speaks. While he follows the make and model of the standard T-series droid, he is riddled with dents and blaster marks as a sign of previous battles.

Major Skills:

• Strategizing/Analysis
• Repairing
• Diplomacy

Primary Equipment:

• E-5 Blaster Rifle
• Repair Kit

Force Sensitive:

No

Biography:

Like many of his kind, TB-239 was produced to administer command to droids where an organic could not be at the time. That was his life for the the majority of the Clone Wars, leading droids against the Republic but never encountering these fabled ‘Jedi’ that his programming had told him to be cautious of. That was until TB was warned that a fleet led by a jedi master was on the way to his position, his fleet of three ships were ordered to retreat and rally with the rest of the Confederacy’s fleet. He disobeyed, arrogantly at that. He ordered for the fleet to power down all systems. They laid adrift for an hour, waiting for the forced of the Republic to show itself and so it did. Everything about the trap went according to plan at the exact calculations done by TB-239, the republic boarded the dead ships and patrolled it, expecting to find some form of resistance, no resistance was given. The Jedi strode all the way to the command center to find nothing. That was before blaster fire came from behind them all, the scene looping in his mind to this day.

The clones, fleshy and weak died under the hail of fire provided by the destroy droids, not a single round missing its mark. The jedi, as calculated, drew his sword and began to deflect shots to the best of his ability: attempting to grab his communicator to relay the trap had been sprung. Predictable. Soon his saber fails him, blasters hitting their marks and bringing him to his knees, too weak to fight on any longer. I saunter up to him, I would smiled if I could. He looks up at me, anger and hate any his eyes, I fail to understand how I recognize those emotions. “I'll turn you to scrap,” the human states and I would reply “Thank you.” I ordered him captured, bound behind me as the ship powers on and I begin to hail the Republic fleet. “I have captured your Jedi, shut down your weapons and we shall release him to you.” They agreed, predictable. I have him escorted to the hanger. I order our weapons to be powered up. The dropship was halfway to their carrier when our turbolasers tore through their shields and hull, an underhanded strategy, effective at bringing panic. Our second ship follows suit, tearing into their destroyer, flawless execution.

Clones within the ship proved problematic, blocked B1’s from getting to their ships. I saw to it personally, brandishing an E-5. I gunned them down, my destroyer droids acting as my guards while the Republic ships attempted to flee. It seemed that they did not expect this outcome, need more droids, more me.

TB felt proud as the Republic fleet attempted to retreat, a dead jedi and severely damaged ships were never a good thing. However, as he reported into his organic superiors, he overheard them speaking of decommissioning him, turning him to scrap despite his victory. However, he did not want that, he could do the Confederacy so much more if he was not scrap, so what if he disobeyed one lousy order? So he ran. TB took a fighter and flew into space, disabled any way of the Confederacy from tracking him, then proceeded to get lost in space. A rather lackluster way for a Jedi killer to get lost and now he just floats through space, in a fighter that only has enough power to send a weak distress signal. He does not know of the Empire, the Rebellion, or anything like that, obsolete in design and programming.

Star Wars: Empire Asunder

Now don't this look interesting! If you lot will have me, I think I'll play as a reprogrammed OOM-series battle droid, as far as any other planning on the character, I have not a clue.

What a Magical World! Interest Check

Apotheosis

@Moonlit Sonata

Won't be able to post tonight, you can assume Eek is silent and thinking.

Mid/High Casual - Divinus: The Deity Roleplay Mk.II

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@LokiLeo789

To kill Amartia or not to kill Amartia? That is the true question.