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as a patreon reward I will read your least favorite person's handmade custom tabletop RPG homebrew and ask them why they didn't just run it in 5e instead
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I started RP before double digit age but you couldn't have gotten an admission I was under 18 under threat of death. Kids just casually admiting it online now is wild.
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Guys. Guys. Chapter Master might actually become a real thing. Guy put up screenshots and promised an alpha in a few days, said it's mostly done. /tg/ might finally get shit done for once.
Lantus stepped off of the shuttle, his power armor newly painted in Deathwatch black, with the exception of his right pauldron, which still bore the colors of the Blood Ravens. As servitors began carrying supplies onto the ship, Lantus clutched his own equipment module and approached the captain of the ship, nodding at the man.

"Brother Lantus of the Blood Ravens, reporting in. Where am I to be quartered, Captain?"

The captain pointed him towards a free room, and Lantus proceeded to set his equipment module inside, leaving only a bolt pistol and chainsword equipped on his person. With that out of the way, he entered the armory, intent on inspecting what equipment was available to him. Knowledge was power, and he would start in the armory. Once he had free time later, the library was his next target. With any luck, he could glean whatever scraps of knowledge he could to bring back to the Blood Ravens.

While he was inside the armory, Lantus noticed a fellow Astartes also inside, his armor painted in black and bearing the livery of the Ultramarines. And judging by the red helmet, he was a Techmarine. As he passed by, Lantus gave the Ultramarine a respectful nod.

"Greetings." He stated while eyeing a particularly shiny piece of wargear out of the corner of his eye. "I am Brother Lantus of the Blood Ravens."
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Vocalia said
Addendum, five more words: Black Crusade All PSYKER Party. :D


Oh. Oh lord.

Also, try Deathwatch for your next campaign. It's fun as shit.
It only took the walk from the prison to the airship docks for Fion to tire of keeping up the charade that he didn't know who 'Eldren' actually was. Of course, considering what else he had overheard while he'd learned that the man was Riley in a different body for whatever reason, telling her outright that he'd been eavesdropping would be a rather bad idea. Then again, now that he knew that Eldren was Riley, the fact that Horace was her uncle was rather obvious, considering that every other male in that prison hadn't been human. Or a witch, for that matter. But that was a given. Still, he'd get around to that whenever they got a moment to themselves.

When they'd reached the airship with the crowd around it, Fion took a look at the captain of the ship and leader of the expedition, some elf who the original Eldren had apparently been friends with. With him were a number of notable Sword Skills users that Fion had heard of over the years...and Lucius Courtright. Fion frowned. His old classmate looked a far cry from the utter tool that he'd known over the past few years, but this was also the same swordsman that Fion had utterly demolished in a duel not long ago. And that greatsword didn't look like it was a talentium one, either. Courtright was just above average with Sword Skills, and if he was fighting without talentium, that would only decrease the strength of his abilities. Of course, given that the monsters summoned last night were rumored to consume talentium, Fion could see the reasoning behind using steel weapons, but Courtright was nowhere near good enough to not have his skills suffer for it.

Regardless, Fion brushed past Lucius. The man looked broken already, and if he had a death wish, it wasn't Fion's place to deny him that. Walking up to the elf captain and whatever woman was with him, Fion raised a hand in greeting.

"So, heard you were looking for more men. Think you'll take a one-armed Sword Arts user?" He smirked ruefully, flipping his cloak back to reveal his missing arm. "I can still cast spells just fine, but if you're looking for swordsmanship, well, give me a few months and maybe I'd be competent again."
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rip in pieces Gorzath
Oi, Witty, you alive?
Vincanity said
I wasn't even the only one man! I ain't holding up the rp now! Still waiting for another supermega post by the holy trinity of taking forever: You, Ob and Voc.


Actually just Ob and Voc. I can't do shit until they progress.
Vincanity said
Wow, 20 posts behind. Awesome.


Yeah, and it didn't take you an entire summer this time.

(never not giving you shit about that :P )
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