[DnD] D&D Discussion & Enlistment (Save Ends)

Originally Posted by Agent Di Gun Him

::Garr jumps back in and welds the portal shut behind him::

Well, everyone but Garr is dead.

There's nowhere I can't reach.

Ah. Memories.

This thing is sticky, and I don't like it. I don't appreciate it.

It also didn't hurt that the original horde had at least two people that fancied themselves half-competent writers and felt the need to prove it, ad nauseum, with long, meandering posts.

It's pretty easy to fill the void of searching and time killing when you have people creatively fucking around in the interim.

I still laugh when I read some of Shin's old posts.

I am a dolphin, do you want me on your body?

Yeah, but he has the backstabber feat.

d6 turns into d8.

Most amazing jew boots

If she was me, she'd just be sitting there, shaking her head, and glaring at you while muttering: "Holy fuck, he just doesn't get anything."

What kind of toxic man-thing is happening now?

So we're giving him Skills?

FELIPE NO

You know what makes a -great- distraction?

A dude alive.

But on fire.

What, you don't want my bikini-clad body?

Everyone thinks zerg is an irritating prat, we all know that.

On to a more important and interesting thing:

Psionic Power is out. http://www.belkanairforce.com/deni/Psionic%20Power.pdf

And man, psionics, wow. Seriously though, still massively inferior to wizards in terms of controllers.

Jam it back in, in the dark.

I could upload that too, if you like.

But Psionics are still more interesting than Zerglame.

There's nowhere I can't reach.

Essentials and 4th are different animals. Essentials is more or less just a slimmed down version, an even faster pick up and play than the already ridiculously simple 4th edition.

This thing is sticky, and I don't like it. I don't appreciate it.

Pang, just curious if you've seen Iplay4E.com yet?

Also, dig on the new page layout.

I am a dolphin, do you want me on your body?

Ways to undermine the mood your DM is trying to set #182:

My weekly game, our DM has created this really dark mood, the entire land we're in has been overrun by the undead. Living settlements are few and far between. The five of us managed to just escape from the clutches of a vampiric cult, and that's how we met.

So we're up to level 6, and prior to our latest session I was sort of needling our bard that I didn't feel very bolstered by his songs. We'd barely limped out of a couple really ugly fights, and if we didn't have a warlord to keep some of us on our feet we'd have been completely boned.

Flash to this current week, and we come across a Tristram stand-in town, utterly ravaged by demons and the undead. Our DM is a great storyteller, and he's weaving all this bleak, raped landscape mojo and has our group beset by the shambling undead the moment we open the doors to the biggest house. My Paladin|Warlock hybrid is doing his usual insane defensive stats and pulling these things towards him, our other Paladin is taking his back, helping block the door. Our Avenger is getting ready for what could be his last stand. The rogue is flitting in and out of the shadows, and our Warlord|bard decides we are in desperate need of some inspiration.

So as his turn approaches, the Paladin|Warlock blasts at the initial wave with radiant smite of both the gods and the skies themselves, the Avenger marks his target and sets his jaw, our DM paints a picture of an indefatigable wall of shambling flesh, and our bard's player reaches down into his bag, pulls out a pair of small speakers and an ipod, declares the inspiring bard song of choice, and proceeds to play the Glee cover of Don't Stop Believing.

Our DM tries to overcome this with more ambiance, but it is to no avail. For every new bard song or inspiring words, there is something else. Cee-Lo Green, Tenacious D, more Glee, Ke$ha...

By the end, we had utterly destroyed the surging horde, and our DM was rubbing his forehead and muttering: "I fucking hate players."

The bard promised not to bring the music next week, but I'm trying to convince him to go one further, bring his guitar and an amp, and shred violently whenever shit gets tense.

I hope he will.

I was speaking idiomatically.

That's... actually a really sweet idea.

What kind of toxic man-thing is happening now?

Yes. Because what the ranger class needed was to be MORE broken.

FELIPE NO

On a note for Pang's sadness:

I've actually been toying lately with the best way to adjust the Shadowrun campaign rules for online. It is a little more complicated than the D&D 4th system, and by a little I mean holy fuck jesus movement rules.

So I'll probably just run a game of sci-fi mutant D&D.

What, you don't want my bikini-clad body?

Maris Maris Maris.

Please god let it be Maris.

Jam it back in, in the dark.

Maris will choose outside of race and class.

Maris will play greatest warrior from whatever country he/she hails from.



There's nowhere I can't reach.

If Maris doesn't join up, lurker must survive long enough so we can get our D&D swagger on together again.

Also considering doing the whole damn thing in Maltese Falcon Noir style this time around.

How ya doing, buddy?

All right, Pang. I'll rip something together on Thursday. If we do go Noir, I may need to find a small Goblin of questionable gender I drag around with me named My Gal Friday.

I am a dolphin, do you want me on your body?

Oh god. A gnome named Cloud wielding a giant 2 handed blade. Tempted to roll that just so I can throw him into the sea.

Epic.

I was speaking idiomatically.

Man. Athletics to jump plus a grab. I like it.

What kind of toxic man-thing is happening now?

I've got some ideas for my intro. You care where I make him appear from?

FELIPE NO

What, you don't want my bikini-clad body?

I have not.

Ever seen the Maltese Falcon?

Jam it back in, in the dark.

This is the greatest card ever invented.

Can we fight Death?

I want to play chess.

There's nowhere I can't reach.