He can have my seat, I am currently struggling with sheet management syndrome. Or rather the desire to play but an intense repulsion to the necessary paper work.
Yeaaaah, that's pathfinder for you. Do you just need help throwing it together? Or you know what you're doing, and it's just a lot? Depending on what you're doing, I can show you a few tricks that makes the management less tedius.
Depends on what you want I suppose, and what version of DnD. 5e I'm not terribly familiar with enough to confidently run a campaign without screwing the pooch.
@Tangletail Well, we currently have 8 players, as stated, so I'd need to do some deliberation. Technically not- I have a very select race document for this, almost all of which have been customized. I'm not familiar with Warhammer, and we already have a Monk class.
Oh I know I meant in character design, not the actual classes.
Now I got a question... what does a Buckler do in 5e? As 5e only has shield, and not tower shield small shield, etc. The only ones I can find are homebrew for Buckler.
And... can you cast spells with a shield if you're not proficient with it? It takes only one open hand, unless you're a class who can use their weapon as a focus. The rules state you can't for wearing armor... and shields are apparently treated with the same rules.
Now that the mighty beast-thing has fallen, the Kobold felt... a dull buzzing in the back of her head. That sort of feeling you get when he hadn't done anything to contribute, other than make things a little messier - and burn some valuable resources. Still... the beast is slain and that's all that matters. The Kobold's pride could always wait for later.
She put her weapons away, and tried to stand up straight. A Sharp hiss escaped her throat when she felt a nasty pain crawl up her side. She wavered a bit, and quickly brought a hand down onto her ribs. Though she lacked the proper lips for such an intricate expression, the way her eyes widen and her jaw's shook was enough to give off the impression of a grimace. What else didn't help was the sour taste of adrenaline fading, which meant she'd be feeling the full brunt of it soon enough.
She stalked forward a big, drawing closer to the Cyclops seeing that the other's haven't tried looting it yet. She paused for a moment and looked up when she heard footsteps approaching her. Typical Kobold paranoia kicked in, causing unused claw to go for her weapon. She paused when she recognized the human through the pain. The words that came from his mouth certain made the Kobold recoil in surprise. That was certainly something a human would never say to a kobold. And certainly something that helped rebound the tiny lizard's mood.
She perked up a bit, even lifted her tail a bit further off the ground. "Ko.... ah... kobold thanks." She hissed softly. Being so close, the human could certainly hear her ragged, rudder like, short quick breaths. Along with difficulty of keeping herself on her feet. Even when facing death's door, Lilt was very stubborn to cling to life.
A Moment later, she raised a hand to herself and recited a small poem in draconic. The meaning was enough for her to work it into a spell. A soft light appeared in her hand, then in a second later washed over her own form. Her troubled breathing faded into a deep long breath of relief. She definitely looked sore still. But at least she was far healthier than she had been previously. She paused for a moment, and regarded the human's body. Searching for signs of grevious injuries... before raising her head up in alarm.
She spun around immediately, then scampered up to the Cyclops with a wave of her hand. "Quick! Grab plate," She yapped. A small razor appeared in her hand. She gave what ever was holding the plate to the cyclops a quick slice, and ran to collect the buckler. Which was quickly hooked over her weapons' hilts.
Then finally, for some reason she cut the Cyclops loin cloth free and rolled up the bolt of cloth. What ever she needs it for... pray that she remembers to clean it first.
Put weapons away. Casted Cure Light Wounds - +10hp Now at 11Hp +8 Hit points Cut the strap holding the breast plate onto the Cyclops. Grabbed the Buckler. Grabbed the front cloth of the loin cloth.
