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Well, sounds fun nonetheless. I can start making a character if it's okay for me to make one.
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Ethical? No. Illegal? Also no.
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Some people need to make a hard choice when deciding which two karaoke streams they want to listen to. I have no such weakness: I have two ears for a reason.
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The hard part about trying to play some politically savvy mastermind is the assumption that the world operates off real world politics and not your DM’s politics.
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Don't put too much stock in prophesies. At best they're full of shit, but more often than not they're one of those self-fullilling kinds. Plan for what happens afterwards instead.
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A character isn't deep or compelling just because you let them get hurt a lot, are always depressed, or do morally questionable things.
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If you're here either you're wondering what I'm doing cause I need to post in your RP (In which case, calm yo tits, I'll get around to it), or you want to know who I am. So let's begin.
I'm a college age asian kid who has more heart than he has senses. I'm still working out this whole "adulthood" thing, so until then I just do what I feel I must. As far as personality and traits go, I'm not one for boasting. So if there's anything redeeming about myself you'd have to figure it out in person or by word-of-mouth. Generally however I'm rather perverted, in the best and worst ways. nothing is too much until I've crossed the line, and that just means I've started.
As far as Roleplays I like, I have a thing for fantasy, though I'm also good for some types of sci-fi, supernatural, Modern, and slice-of-life. If it's open and sandbox, I'll probably join it. Never really been a romantic, I often chose to sexualize any notion of romantic encounters I come across. I generally write at Casual quality, though I have no issues with Free-Level Rp/Players and I can hold my own in Advance.
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Well, if our class level also comes with stat increases, I actually had a barbarian/Druid idea. Granted that’s if we survive that long.
We got classes? I thought we stay commoners. But if we do get classes, probs barbarian.
The battlefield was already bloodied with the bodies of many trogs, but that didn't seem to perturb the swarm of monsters as they prepared to lunge and swarm the Sewer Dragons. That being said, your knife coming out from nowhere to cut one in the back did cause one to be distracted. All at once the party ran in, ready to fight. Shortfang fired his crossbow right at the trog you were attacking, just as it turned to face you and got a bolt in it's eye for it's trouble. As Shortfang loaded a new bolt Buddy stepped before him and banged on his chest, causing his body to suddenly be covered in a strange crystalline frost. It was as if he was challenging them to come after him. Meanwhile Pylia was right behind you, summoning both a holy fire and her silver sword from above to strike down one of the trogs, doing considerable damage.
With the element of surprise on your side your group was able to do some considerable damage, and you were able to show the Sewer Dragons that you were on their side. Shortfang ran northward to fire another bolt at a northmost trog, landing right into the beast's calf and doing some debilitating damage. But then the northern swarm of trogs all leapt onto the giant crocodile, ripping chunks of flesk and skin out with their jowls and talons. While one of these creatures would be no match for such a beast, a whole swarm of them was able to do some serious damage, causing the crocodile's blood to join the massive puddle of trog gore. Despite this scene of carnage Buddy trudged through the muck towards the midst of the melee, his axe ready to cleave down any trog that was fool enough to face him.
The kobolds, despite being heavily outnumbered, felt confident thanks to the presence of both their Sewer Dragons and the new reinforcements, slinging stones and slashing swords at the trogs to quickly cull their numbers. The crocodiles had no problem slaying the trogs either, even the one that was very bloodied, as they used their mighty maws to rip apart the trogs, or crushed them underneath the force of their massive tails. Many trogs went down in the ensuing counter attack but even after losing so many of their own these trogs knew no fear and continued to attack, with the long trog fighting the southern crocodile jumping onto it's hind leg, biting and ripping flesh out. Pylia moved her sword to try and cut the creature down, summoning her holy fire to smite it as well, though the creature was determined to say the least.
Very quickly the swarm of trogs were cut down, however there was no time to celebrate. You could hear more screeching and the rush of footsteps in the distance, and you wouldn't need magic to know that the reinforcements coming were not more kobolds.
With the element of surprise on your side your group was able to do some considerable damage, and you were able to show the Sewer Dragons that you were on their side. Shortfang ran northward to fire another bolt at a northmost trog, landing right into the beast's calf and doing some debilitating damage. But then the northern swarm of trogs all leapt onto the giant crocodile, ripping chunks of flesk and skin out with their jowls and talons. While one of these creatures would be no match for such a beast, a whole swarm of them was able to do some serious damage, causing the crocodile's blood to join the massive puddle of trog gore. Despite this scene of carnage Buddy trudged through the muck towards the midst of the melee, his axe ready to cleave down any trog that was fool enough to face him.
The kobolds, despite being heavily outnumbered, felt confident thanks to the presence of both their Sewer Dragons and the new reinforcements, slinging stones and slashing swords at the trogs to quickly cull their numbers. The crocodiles had no problem slaying the trogs either, even the one that was very bloodied, as they used their mighty maws to rip apart the trogs, or crushed them underneath the force of their massive tails. Many trogs went down in the ensuing counter attack but even after losing so many of their own these trogs knew no fear and continued to attack, with the long trog fighting the southern crocodile jumping onto it's hind leg, biting and ripping flesh out. Pylia moved her sword to try and cut the creature down, summoning her holy fire to smite it as well, though the creature was determined to say the least.
Very quickly the swarm of trogs were cut down, however there was no time to celebrate. You could hear more screeching and the rush of footsteps in the distance, and you wouldn't need magic to know that the reinforcements coming were not more kobolds.
Ugh. In hingsight, maybe I should not have used enemies with three multiattacks and NPC's with pack tactics, at least not this many. All the muddaflufin dice. Anyways...
@Mae
She is a half-orc cattle breeder who wants to make the beat damn cheese the world has ever seen. To that end she wonders if maybe cheese from cows is too narrow a source for her goal so she is willing to explore new and likely dangerous ventures in order to have a better understanding of true cheese mastery. Also she’s really good at darts.
She is a half-orc cattle breeder who wants to make the beat damn cheese the world has ever seen. To that end she wonders if maybe cheese from cows is too narrow a source for her goal so she is willing to explore new and likely dangerous ventures in order to have a better understanding of true cheese mastery. Also she’s really good at darts.
With everyone patched up, Buddy took the lead down the tunnel. Shortfang quickly fixed up his crossbow, as the slime's acid had snapped the string, and Pylia dismissed her magic flying sword as they went further into the sewers. The rooms they were going into were bigger now, though not by munch, and the smell wasn't quite as rank as the previous areas. You could hear the sound of rushing water ahead. Eventually the smaller tunnels lead to a much larger room, and what was here was quite a sight.
This place hardly looked like it belonged in a sewer, as it was practically a hall of it's own. Some sort of waterway, it has seen better days. More so since right now it looked like a terrible battlefield. On one side behind crude wood and stone barricades were kobolds slinging rocks and throwing anything they had on hand at a bunch of troglodyes, lizard men like creatures but unnaturally pale flesh, wearing bloodred warpaint and little else. The only ones on the ground stopping them was two kobolds armed with shields and short swords, but they also rode upon two giant crocodiles. Still they were heavily outnumbered and they were very wounded despite how much damage they were doing to the trogs. Shortfang shouted in fury. "Sewer Dragons! Trogs attack family!" Buddy raised his hand to quiet Shortfang. Fortunately it didn't seem like the trogs heard due to the sounds of combat.
A quick count would show that there were at least twelve trogs here, most of them engaged with the kobolds on the ground. Of the kobolds there were six, two fighting among the trogs, four trying to attack with stones and other weapons. The party itself was a good distance away from the main fighting, and upon closer inspection there was still pools of raw sewage that would not only slow down your movement, but might just make you sick. Counting out on her fingers Pylia looked grim. "I still have a few spells. Let's be ready for anything, everyone." She gave a quiet prayer to bless everyone as Shortfang looked at you. "What now boss? Charge yeah?" Buddy gripped his axe, ready for anything.
This place hardly looked like it belonged in a sewer, as it was practically a hall of it's own. Some sort of waterway, it has seen better days. More so since right now it looked like a terrible battlefield. On one side behind crude wood and stone barricades were kobolds slinging rocks and throwing anything they had on hand at a bunch of troglodyes, lizard men like creatures but unnaturally pale flesh, wearing bloodred warpaint and little else. The only ones on the ground stopping them was two kobolds armed with shields and short swords, but they also rode upon two giant crocodiles. Still they were heavily outnumbered and they were very wounded despite how much damage they were doing to the trogs. Shortfang shouted in fury. "Sewer Dragons! Trogs attack family!" Buddy raised his hand to quiet Shortfang. Fortunately it didn't seem like the trogs heard due to the sounds of combat.
A quick count would show that there were at least twelve trogs here, most of them engaged with the kobolds on the ground. Of the kobolds there were six, two fighting among the trogs, four trying to attack with stones and other weapons. The party itself was a good distance away from the main fighting, and upon closer inspection there was still pools of raw sewage that would not only slow down your movement, but might just make you sick. Counting out on her fingers Pylia looked grim. "I still have a few spells. Let's be ready for anything, everyone." She gave a quiet prayer to bless everyone as Shortfang looked at you. "What now boss? Charge yeah?" Buddy gripped his axe, ready for anything.
Shortfang wiped himself down of the acid, hacking up gelatinous spit. "Ugh... Shortfang okay... Feel hurt, but alive. Can keep fighting. But we be careful now." At that moment, Buddy took out the notebook from his backpack and wrote a message loud and clear for everyone. Im staying up front. He seemed pretty adamant about this. Shortfang just chuckled softly. "Okay. Shortfang tough, but Shortfang don't wanna do that again." Meanwhile Pylia was looking on the trog body, not finding much except a belt pouch with three silver arrowheads and some sort of strange rock. It looked red and veiny, but otherwise it didn't seem to do anything. "Oozes... Next time we run across a dead body, let's be more careful with it. Maybe throw a rock at it or something. Everyone ready to move on?"
You fire your radiant bolts right into the gelatinous cube, the first one causing significant searing, and the second one burning a hole right through it. The thing was done for by the time your last shot scattered the remains, causing the cube to burst. Though you could feel a sizzle from the acid that splashed onto you, the burn quickly subsides, doing no meaningful harm. That being said, your arms were severely damaged, and Shortfang himself was covered in welts and burns. Pylia approached carefully, using her Silver Sword to poke at the trog, stabbing it for good measure in case it was alive somehow. Holding her hands together, Pylia created a handful of good berries, Half which she gave to you and half which she gave to Shortfang. "Here, heal up until the burns are gone. Do it now before they begin to scar!" Shortfang painfully ate his berries, the wounds on his body healing thanks to the magic powers in the fruits.
You were able to avoid the slime's attack easily, and at the same time you managed to pull Shortfang's unconscious body out and away from the slime. Seeing this Pylia says a quick word of prayer to heal him. "Good job!" Pylia summoned a ball of fire and hits the slime with it, causing it to sizzle. "Get away from that thing quickly! They're slow, but tough to take down!" As the fire struck the cube, it sizzled and continued to move onto you, trying to consume you since you were the closest at the moment. Fortunately you were able to avoid getting sucked in, though now you were separated from Shortfang. Shortfang had recovered enough of his senses to try and get a second wind, though the acid burns made it hard for him to even breath. Still he wasn't going to let that damn thing hurt you, so he pulled out his short sword and tried to stab the thing, uncertain if his blow did any damage. These cubes don't exactly bleed or scream.
Shortfang was still struggling to recover when Buddy charged the beast. His axe glowed with an awesome power as he hacked his blade through a large bulk of the ooze, causing audible sizzles. But his follow up stab with the other end of his blade seemed to caused even more damage than that, so much that the ooze started to violently shake from the damage. Perhaps it was in pain, or maybe Buddy's attack was just particularlly effective, but regardless he made sure to body block the ooze from trying to get to Shortfang as best as he could. He looked at you through the ooze, just straight through the ooze and arguably even through you. He had a very intense glow to his eyes.
Shortfang was still struggling to recover when Buddy charged the beast. His axe glowed with an awesome power as he hacked his blade through a large bulk of the ooze, causing audible sizzles. But his follow up stab with the other end of his blade seemed to caused even more damage than that, so much that the ooze started to violently shake from the damage. Perhaps it was in pain, or maybe Buddy's attack was just particularlly effective, but regardless he made sure to body block the ooze from trying to get to Shortfang as best as he could. He looked at you through the ooze, just straight through the ooze and arguably even through you. He had a very intense glow to his eyes.
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