Sophrus

D&D-based RP idea

Well, I just meant the 3.5 in general. And I've always wanted to do a spell jammer campaign. So it's probably a horrible idea but, I thought I would try.

D&D-based RP idea

Spelljammer
3.5 (I actually have these books lol)

FRAMEs: Mech combat, political intrigue & corporate struggles on a fictional Earth, a la Front Mission/Armored Core

I would be very interested in this.

I have to agree, where are we on the tech/realism level?

Anime fast robots (gundam, evangelion etc)? Or slow and heavy (MechWarrior, WH40k)?

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@BlackPanther

Here is my card lol

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Mercator, glances as the exchange between the fallen and Angel somewhat disappointed that his presence was ignored and almost insulted by his drink offer being ignored.

Then, the hooded fighter turns seemingly amused by the evenings antics acknowledges Mercator and accepts the drink. "Good choice my friend, finest scotch in the house, on me."

He pours a pair of glasses and holds up the his own as a toast. "Cheers" says Mercator, then taking the scotch in one pull. Tasting the richness of the whiskey and drinking the smooth liquids fire. "Ahh, and well done my friend. Excellent technique with those weapons by the way, and I'm ashamed to admit I may not have been able to pull off that teleport slash myself."

He studies the hooded man as he takes his own drink, certainly a fallen, and deadly to boot, he could prove very.... Profitable.

"The name is Mercator, I specialize in acquisitions. If there is anything you need, legal or otherwise" he says as he produces a business card for the Shadow Bazaar. "You know where to find me"

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Nobody wants a drink? I'm feeling left out :(

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Mercator sitting on the table with his feet not quite reaching the floor, grinds another cigarette into the wood of the table and immediately lights another smirking and quietly chuckling at the bloody battle before him. he watches an apparent young man do a very interesting teleport slash, 'too much flourish, those scythes make it too complicated, very impressive though.' Mercator thinks to himself as the young man promptly cleave a man in half, Mercator laughs a healthy belly laugh as the body parts bounce off the floor and wall.

he shifts his focus to another who seemed to simply be brawling with brass knuckles and a length of rope, as Mercator assesses him all he could think of was 'Vanilla mortal' right up until a Saphirim shouts his name to get his attention.
"AKSELI GRAYSON AERSTEIN"
'Akseli, ill have to keep that in mind. someone socializing with an angel could be trouble...' but then the two women draw his eye, slaughtering their way through a crowd of mortals, the pair killing with brutality yet efficiency. right up until one of the women simply uses her fists to pound a man into submission and executing him to the muttering of "Amen". after this gun shot, the sounds of battle seem to quiet down and the final mortal survivors retreat from the bar.

Mercator jumps up on top of the table and claps his hands loudly but slowly. after the third clap he holds his hands together. "well done! Bravo!" Mercator glances over to the bar and teleports behind the counter. "Let me buy you all a round. you must be thirsty" he says as he reaches for the most expensive bottle of scotch in the place. Mercator also sets out an appropriate number of glasses, minus one for the Angel.

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ok, writing away - hehehe

i wasnt planning to be comedic relief, but its working for me.

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Is the combat over?

I have an idea for a post if it is.

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Is that casual enough?