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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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Vocalia said
So my lesser minion dog is about to become a minion dog. I have 75 points to be spent on stats, 2 points for new skill or upgrade to existing skills, and 2 new talents. That dog is our party's de facto chaffeur and voidship pilot. Suggestions?


This still Black Crusade?
Annaliisa and Assassin

Annaliisa plopped down on the stadium bleachers, watching the duel between Saber and Lancer from a good distance away. While their little spat was amazing in spectacle and made for a decent watch, she was still more interested in scoping out enemy Masters.

“Hmm, you see either of the Masters yet, Nemo?” She asked the empty patch of air next to her as she took a sip of her drink.

“Unfortunately, no,” The Servant’s voice replied from that empty patch of air, as he shook his invisible head, “I think we might just be dealing with a couple of hotheads. No Masters anywhere, just came out to beat each-other to a pulp.”
There was a brief pause, before he continued.
“Though, I should probably note this if you haven’t already realized; one of the Servants down there- the Saber class, it seems- has a poor matchup against my skills and Noble Phantasm.”

Annaliisa paused, pursing her lips as she considered the offer. If Assassin believed that he could win, who was she to question an ancient hero of legend?

“If you think you can take him, have fun.” She said, tossing her hair back. “This little trip might as well not be a waste for one of us. But Lancer will be a problem. Either offer her an alliance or wait for Saber to take her out. Your choice.”

“It would probably be a good idea to wait until we know Saber’s Noble Phantasms, but I feel like I’d have a realistic chance of defeating him after we identify and assess them,” Nemo began, nonetheless nodding to Annaliisa, “And I can’t disagree on Lancer. We’ll have to keep an eye on that one at the very least.”

“Well then, have at it.” She gave a flippant wave of her hand. “I’ll be here, cheering you on, I suppose. While still looking for other Masters, of course.”

“Thanks for the moral support.” Nemo snarked with a dry chuckle, before he rose from his crouch and began to think over what he’d seen so far in the battle.
Both the Saber and the Lancer had displayed what seemed to be their Noble Phantasms; Lancer with her bizarre sword of light, and Saber with some defensive Noble Phantasm that he could have sworn he heard Annaliisa call a ‘bloody A.T Field’. Even the Grail seemed stumped by that one, but nonetheless, it was an interesting Noble Phantasm. With the mechanics of his own Noble Phantasm, he could likely bypass it, but actually killing Saber could prove problematic unless he executed the technique perfectly.

He’d have to wait until he could identify the Saber’s other Noble Phantasms- his two-handed sword was likely to be an offensive Noble Phantasm, at the very least- and it seemed he’d have to wait a while for that, as he was suddenly distracted from his thoughts by the sight of Lancer throwing up a cloud of debris and destruction around her. And, as it cleared, she was gone, leaving Saber behind.

“Do we engage or do we retreat?” Nemo asked Annaliisa as he watched the Saber place his sword into the ground in disappointment, “We’ve learnt a reasonable amount about our opposition tonight, Master. I could attempt to kill Saber now that we’ve identified him as a poor match against my abilities, but do remember he could have a second Noble Phantasm that could prove problematic.”

“I’m aware,” Annaliisa began before her attention was turned back towards the stadium again as a third figure entered. A large Asian man clad in iron armor and a purple cape stepped forward towards Saber, bearing the unmistakable presence of a Servant.

“Saber!” He bellowed, drawing a golden Chinese jian. “As Servant Rider, I accept your challenge!”

“Well.” Annaliisa paused as she turned back to Assassin. “That solves that problem. Let’s wait it out for a bit longer.”

In response, Nemo just nodded; he seemed interested by Rider, and also by the possibility of being able to learn more about Saber than he was from his battle with Lancer.
“Agreed. I’d also have pointed out that a failed first strike can be fatal for an Assassin, but I suppose that’s a little irrelevant now. And maybe a little patronizing?”

“Honestly, it’s like you take me for a schoolgirl or something.” Annaliisa huffed. “I’m a bloody Enforcer, for Christ’s sake. I know my way around a scrap, alright? So just sit back down and watch the show.”
Wasn't me.
Dipper said
First day of new job (overnight stocking) starts today. Wish me luck?


dat Vivian tho
What, you'll battle Tob, but not me? Motherfucker.
Fion raised an eyebrow at Eldren's response, wondering what she was playing at. He couldn't recall doing anything to piss her off recently, minus that one incident when he had just woken up in Cykes after whoever had been in Riley's body had torn him apart. Then again, he had been rather pissed off after losing an arm.

Still, Fion was rather annoyed that Riley was trying to blow him off when he wanted to actually have a serious conversation for once. Forget this. If Riley didn't want to talk about her issues, he'd go work on his own issues. Might as well have a chat with...Fion sooner rather than later. That is, if she actually tried to have a civil conversation for once instead of trying to murder him.

It was rather sad, Fion reflected, that none of the women in his life wanted to just sit down and have a nice chat. Whatever. It was Riley's problem, not his.

"Suit yourself," Fion shrugged as he turned to leave. "I'll be in the corner taking a nap. Wake me up when you need me. Eldren, talk to me when you feel like it. Who knows, I might actually have something important to say."

And with that, Fion slumped down in the corner, closing his eyes for a little rest, and hopefully a reasonable dialogue with the girl in his head.
tobiax said
Indeed.Yeah, reading it now, figured as much and giving minor tweaks, nothing major, just some stylistic things. I'll probably just put what I need posting of in there too and call it a day.Anyway, does it sound like a half decent idea to have a point-buy system in Digimon RP related character creation? I mean, the main thing I was thinking of using to balance it was complex Digivolutions and number of techniques per form, but I realize there's not much to balance it against.


Just use Anima or something. Pretty good tabletop ruleset for animesque shit.
Moving back into college tomorrow. Probably going to spend the rest of the week shitting around with friends. God knows nothing happens during syllabus week.
Rider

Rider walked through the streets of Septum, clutching a cup of what the Grail told him was "coffee". Whatever it was called, the stuff was bloody amazing, as it focused his mind far more than tea ever had. He could've used this substance back when he'd been planning campaigns and plotting the downfall of his enemies. Of course, given the Grail War, it was likely that he'd be doing much of the same as he had in life, albeit with far less soldiers and resources this time.

"Face me." A voice cried in his head, carrying the unmistakeable presence of a Servant with it. Rider snorted.

"Really?" He muttered to himself as he turned to face the direction the presence emanated from. "Just a direct challenge? They're not even trying to stay concealed? This is just idiotic." Rider shook his head, sighing. Oh, well. He might as well go and observe this gathering of fools, if only just to scope out his competition.

Ten minutes later, Rider stood in front of the stadium that the Servant's signature originated from. Shedding the overcoat that his Master gave him, he summoned his armor back onto his body and walked inside.
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