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Society - Noble Motsognir is the eighteenth cousin of the fourth-in-line to the throne of a small series of caves near the coast. He used to get invited to a lot of parties, you know. Dwarf - Outcast Motsognir's quest for social advancement ended at a now somewhat infamous party celebrating the 47th birthday of the King's nephew, Goldquat. In front of all of high society, Motsognir tripped over his own decorative boots, pushing the yong Goldquat into the royal axe rack. They would have killed him had Motsognir not saved himself by accidentally tumbling into a well. He escaped through a small tunnel leading to the coastline. Occupation - Mariner Motsognir became ol' Soggy after his escape. Arriving at the ocean, he came upon the ship of the dreaded ghost-pirate Reverend Stang. The dwarf's bloated, pale complexion and the smell he acquired from standing in a well for three days convinced the ghost-pirates he was one of their own, and by the time he had dried out, they were too fond of his charming incompetence to throw him overboard. He stayed on the ship for fifteen years before it finally sailed off while he was passed out in a whorehouse. +2 to Acrobatics There's nowhere I can't reach. |
Might also wanna add Garr to the active roster as well.
Barbarian... ![]() Most amazing jew boots |
I find it so endlessly NEAT that there are rules in place for stuff I was going to add in anyway. I already pretty much have the character sketched out, so yeah. I've just gotta choose some backgrounds that fit with what I've already written.
How ya doing, buddy? It was lunchtime at Wagstaff.
Touching butts had been banned by the evil Headmaster Frond. Suddenly, Tina Belcher appeared in the doorway. She knew what she had to do. She touched Jimmy Jr's butt and changed the world. |
Oh well, there's always Deni's Shadowrun campaign. ![]() I was speaking idiomatically. ![]() ![]() |
Fuck off and die.
Hey Pang. Is it dead? What kind of toxic man-thing is happening now? ![]() John Mayer just asked me, personally, through an assistant, to sing backup on his new CD. |
WHERE ARE MY KNIFE HANDS DENI
YOU SAID THERE'D BE KNIFE HANDS FELIPE NO |
What, you don't want my bikini-clad body? ![]() ![]() |
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I think Deni was struggling to find a decent set of graphics to use for maps if memory serves. He's not been here much of late anyway, does he have exams for degree number five or something?
This thing is sticky, and I don't like it. I don't appreciate it. ![]() ![]() |
Deni I know real life has to take precedence but it would be a big favor to the rest of us if you could invest in some if:then statements
Rather than asking "it is dead?" and vanishing for two days, you could say "If it's dead, I (X); if it's not dead, I (Y)" and then vanish for two days I am a dolphin, do you want me on your body? |
Brigid is lonely. Let's kill Deni and then he can see that Kord is a false god and be all pissed off in the afterlife.
I was speaking idiomatically. |
Alright, after another 24 hours I'm done waiting; anybody who wants to take over Gabriel until Deni gets back, feel free.
If I have to take him over myself I'm just going to march him into the spiked pit What kind of toxic man-thing is happening now? ![]() |
I would've wanted to see the look on Deni's face if you actually did it Pangy ![]() FELIPE NO |
Ahahahahaha, I completely forgot that Reaping Strike damages on a miss so the damned thing was dead
Well, free action point for knk anyway Additional Spam: Also this will be standard policy going forward: if anybody has to wait more than 48 hours for you to show up, your PC becomes public property until you come back to claim it. I know people get busy and I'm not trying to get on anyone's case, but too many play-by-post games die due to precisely this kind of sluggishness and there's no goddamn sense letting the whole thing stall for a week because of one person. Don't take it personal, I'm just trying to keep my baby alive ![]() What, you don't want my bikini-clad body? ![]()
Last edited by The unmovable stubborn; Apr 10, 2009 at 02:26 PM.
Reason: This member got a little too post happy.
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That's happened without problems in the past.
Jam it back in, in the dark. |
By all means if you know in advance that you won't be able to post, you can appoint someone specific. This measure is just in place for those times when people are away from the game without notice.
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Dave Arneson, co-creator of Dungeons and Dragons, has died of cancer at age 61. The other co-creator, Gary Gygax, died last year.
A moment of silence, D&D nerds, as well as Role-Playing Game afficionados, for his passing. Apologies for the OOT, but I thought this is the appropriate thread to post it in, instead of creating a new thread. This thing is sticky, and I don't like it. I don't appreciate it. |
I am a dolphin, do you want me on your body? |
Wow, D&D creator total party kill
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It's cool Pang. Just had to unexpectedly leave town for a few days due to a family loss. Sorry cats.
What kind of toxic man-thing is happening now? ![]() John Mayer just asked me, personally, through an assistant, to sing backup on his new CD. |
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What, you don't want my bikini-clad body? |
Jam it back in, in the dark. |
Yeah, Gary gets all the credit but it was really Dave that made D&D more than yet another miniatures wargame. All we really have left from those days is Erol Otus, whose contribution to the game mostly consisted of a bunch of really embarrassing illustrations.
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