The story so far: Anon is a member of the Calloway Military Academy's Elite Monster-Hunting SpecOps team. The school is currently being invaded by a horde of ancient zombies that cannot be killed by conventional weapons. Your personally assigned escortee, Sibella Dracula, has come to you to plead for aid, telling you a story that a witch named Revolta is responsible, and that she has abducted the other monster-girls from the Grimwood Finishing School for Ghouls. Anon is a bit suspicious if Sibella is telling the truth or if she's a mole sent by Revolta herself.
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Looking for guidance, you've decided to take Sibella to meet with Col. Calloway, the headmaster of the school. As expected you've found him holed up in the central Administration building, along with the largest group of students seeking refuge from the zombie swarm outside.
As you walk down the office halls, Sibella a step behind you, you see that the school has taken on the atmosphere of a wartime bunker under constant shelling. There are cadets posted at every entrance with their standard-issue rifles at the ready and everyone is tense, waiting for the defenses... Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>43522529 "Well, we have more information than we did anyway. That's about as far as good goes though." "Looks like this witch name of Revolta kidnapped Tanis, the mummy girl for access to her Book of the Dead for whatever reason. She might be looking for a way to access the Land of the Dead." "Her spider-bats tried to brain-wash Sibella here. We can assume they tried the same with the other girls. Whether the other girls besides Tanis are strictly necessary or a bonus I don't know." "However... Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
Granted, this is a strange sentence coming from a group of people best described as "Shady Dicks in Space with Power", but I bet you 2000 Gelt that you've never heard nor seen of another person or persons who can manage to get over three thousand nobles killed outside of the Inquisition, and get away with it.
Yes, you can stop rolling your eyes at me, just sit the fuck down and listen.
We were in dock at a Shipyard based out of some Hiveworld with one of those throne-awful names that makes it... Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
Yes, yes, I know what you're thinking. Us? A Rogue Trader and his group of Officers armed with too much explosives and too little sense actually doing something nice for the crew? Yes, I was surprised at first when Jarron and the drunken mess of a man I'm supposed to call a Seneschal came up with the plan, but, you see, the crew was practically in a state of constant revolt. We'd be lucky if we got any of them to shut the fuck up about the week's latest cause for complaint and get right the hell to work, and we couldn't put into dock without half the... Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
Presented with this much money, we accepted. Which in hindsight was a bad idea, but at the time we didn't realize just how many fucking people were there. It wasn't just the Nobles, since if then we could've handled it, even if a planet named "Necrosseus" somehow had a bigger than average count of stuck-up assholes. Since most of them had no intent of returning to this hellhole of a planet with a name that sounds like a disease on the frontline of a territorial conflict with the Tau, they brought with them their retainers and servants, topping out at... Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
Naturally, they took up the luxury quarters. All of it. Normally we could've fit tens of thousands of crewmembers into those quarters comfortably, but the space demands of these nobles were ridiculous, with some even taking entire rooms just so they could store their luggage, and the servants and retainers weren't any better, since they were taking advantage of their noble patron to get as much as they could possibly get before we just flat out said "No." and used a hammer to nail the point in.
And naturally, the crew were PISSED. They were promised... Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
Because the old thread is about to autosage: >>43461892
Post any art requests you have ITT. Keep in mind, the drawfriends are doing this for free, so do not be surprised or upset if they gloss over your post. Just be patient, and bump your request ONE time, every 24 hours after posting it. Don't be a jerk and immediately repost your request because you don't like the FREE art you received.
Additionally, please provide good, detailed references, so the artists know what you're looking... Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
I'd like to request a female genasi swashbuckler/swordsage. She's an air genasi with almost pure white skin and hair, but she's not an albino as her eyes are blue. She wears a simple loose outfit for mobility consisting of a blue top and bottom with a trailing loincloth in the back. She wears knee-high boots which end around her ankle and gloves ending at the wrist. She also decorates her skin with swirling pale blue war paint which goes in long lines around her body. Weapon of choice are two long, elegant elven swords and she fights in an unnaturally quick and... Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
Might as well jump in here first with my request for the Corp I'm playing in a Cyberpunk game.
Pic related more or less sums up everything, with the exception being the fact that the character is Japanese. Though if one wanted to show the chipware socket on her neck, that would be neat (It's just with the hair I can see that being somewhat difficult so don't feel as if it's necessary). Chipware sockets more or less just look like a series of metal slits in the neck to insert chipware in to, pretty simple.
Thank you in advance if anyone takes... Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
Requesting a plagued/diseased angel woman(Can be just the face if wings make the pic too big for details. If wings are included, she has molting, drab feathers. Blue eyes if colored, tan where not discolored by disease. Long, dark hair.
No evil expressions, she's a symbol of how not all goodness has to be beautiful.
Wide coverage by sores and/or peeling, flaky skin without getting into zombie style appearance.
Welcome to A Song of Revenge and Gold: House Malroy Quest. In which you take the reins of a House of storied glorious past since Aegon’s Conquering, but whose fortunes have taken a turn for the worse in the doom that Robert’s Rebellion brought. Taking place in 284AC a year after the Rebellion has ended you are Brynden Malroy, second son to Lord Vamos Malroy and Lady Esemella Hayford and the last living heir to Steadhold and House Malroy.
House Malroy is a pre-genned House designed around the idea of a story within the Crownlands of a House fiercely loyal to the Targaryens... Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
Her note had been short, a simple invitation with directions through Sunspear’s winding streets. You kept your profile low, unlikely you were the only Lord about the city but not about the back alleys and dark pathways you now found yourself. Your hair was hidden beneath your cloak, a cloth over your mouth hid the silver in your beard, only your eyes remained to give away your identity, emerald orbs reflecting the heavy sun of Dorne. Sweat pooled upon your forehead, you cursed the warmth and wished for lighter clothing, perhaps you could find something suitable later, sandsilk would feel wonderful now. you shake the thoughts. Refocus on the task. Obella’s name sat upon your lips and you mind began to wander, her sweet songs, the taste of her lips, the pleading begging voice that told you of things that made little and less sense. And now… She wished to see you in secret despite being a lady of the court, she need not call upon you to some winesink in a twisted alleyway unless…
You stop a moment, watching a street peddler haggle with a dark skinned man over a skin, but your mind was elsewhere. No. Dontos would be furious. It was bad enough that the seamstress’s daughter potentially had your child in her belly, but a Noblelady? You had hardly stepped into Dorne. And what would Lord Arryn say? This could cause a rift beyond measure, Lord Qorgyle was a dear friend of Prince Oberyn, and one of his most ardent supporters. Simple disregard, passionate heat, that could ruin talks of peace. It could ruin you.
Beginning to walk again you check the directions provided and find yourself before an assumingly taphouse upon the second wall of Sunspear. Entering you find a young man dressed in simple leathers, a sword at his side, and an older woman, her face pinched and weathered. She gives you a once over and scrunches her face up before nodding to the young man. He approaches you, roughly your own height, and he looks at you with a defiant gaze, his eyes meeting your own and a small smirk forms on his face, “It’s him nan.”
You return the gaze, confused when he speaks. The elder woman gnaws on her gums and waves the boy off, and picks at your hand, “Follow.”
She leads you through what you now see to be a brothel, seedy as they come, you had seen pleasure houses not unlike this in Essos, a few in King’s Landing as well. There was a certain dornish flair, the smell of incense mixed with the heat of the summer day reminding you further of Obella’s tent. A small corner is dedicated to a bar with various inhabitants that hardly pass you a glance, a group of three look like they’re sellswords with a smaller one eyeing you a moment before calling for another drink. The idle playing of a bard catches your ears, a song you did not know. You reach a secluded room and the elder woman points for you to enter with a wordless command and having little other choice you obey.
The room is decorated sparsely, candles light the dark room with a bed of some comfort, the walls are covered with silks and on a table before you is a decanter filled with a red wine, two glasses filled already. You walk about the room and place a hand over your breast, a dirk resting there and you give it a shake, loosening it from the scabbard, your hand brushing Isis’ braid while doing so.
Fingering at the bed’s sheets your mind remains still for once not turning to idle thoughts but focus, this felt off to you. A voice behind you startles makes you turn on your heel and allow your eyes to rest upon a face you did not know, matched to a voice and body you did.
“Lord Blackshaft,” she says with a devilish smile. Her dark blue eyes drink in your own, the pools of black rippling where the light catches them. You hadn’t seen her without her mask before, the black carapace so reminiscent of the Qorgyle’s scorpions. Her features are sharp, a stark contrast... Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
http://www.mtgcommander.net >Official Site: Contains deck building rules and the current ban list.
http://www.tappedout.net >Deck List Site: You can search for decks that other people have made. Authors often have comments that explain their deck’s strategy and card choices.
http://www.mtgsalvation.com/forums/the-game/commander-edh >Another resource for commander discussion; they have an entire forum dedicated to discussing... Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
You are minotaurs, a race of beastmen forged in the hands of Tauros, the god of strength and virility. Your men are strong and competitive, your females are rare and willful, and your young are tough and brazen. Now, your people are striving to create another great herd that is true in the image of mighty Tauros.
Population: 30 males, 12 females, 15 children Resources: Berry Slings (3), Studded War Clubs (10), Forged Axes (4), Ragged Winter Clothing, Clay Vases (7) Food: Plentiful, but lacking variety
So last thread we entered the valley, made some slings to carry the delicious berries that are fucking everywhere (for now), crossed a great river and made it to the top of of a rocky outcropping with a ruined temple and a cellar at the top, and we added a nice log roof to the temple.
So, after looking at the last thread here's how things will work: You have 2 rolls total per turn. Those rolls can be dedicated between... Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
You decide to dedicate the temple to Tauros through a series of wrestling bouts between your bulls. A section of the campground is cleared of the overgrown stones that still litter the area as an impromptu arena. Your females begin be marking stones with various symbols, with each symbol having two rocks marked with it. The bulls draw lots with the two bulls with matching stones being each others opponent. The fighting is fierce, limbs are twisted, bodies are thrown, and the forest echos with the cheers of the herd. At the end of the contests, each victorious male is chosen... Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
In a blink more than a week had passed. You were starting to get used to be surrounded by your personnel and living in such corridors. The sight of armed people was now common, even the lowliest techpriests was now carrying a combat knife and a laspistol with the necessary trigger training to become efficient enough with the use of such weapons.
After you had deal with the dispute between the two ranks of the Mechanicus and erased any kind of discord the harmony started to return to the daily life. There was an overall change of mentality among those people, something... Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>43520549 >>Train to get used to your new body and bionics. >>Your crafting skills are somewhat rusty. Study and try to recover your past dexterity. >>Read any message that the crewsmen might have written to you. >>Write the first diary log for your Daughter Alaria.
>>43520549 >>Train to get used to your new body and bionics. Maybe invite Nathaniella to train with us. >>Your crafting skills are somewhat rusty. Study and try to recover your past dexterity. >>Read any message that the crewsmen might have written to you. >>Write the first diary log for your Daughter Alaria. Hi Ax. How are you today?
>>43520531 Despite the fact that Khorne started lifting weights when Magnus said "Survival of the fittest," implies that the writer doesn't really get the scientific use of the phrase, this was probably one of my favorite episodes so far. Very well done.
You are Captain Kusajishi Riku, a high-ranking shinigami currently posing as a Japanese high-school student. While your classmates are caught up in grades and teenaged drama, you are here to figure out why Karakura town has become such a hotbed of spiritual activity.
One factor is certainly what your zanpakuto's “mother” told you last night when you met, which is that Karakura is currently a Jūreichi, or a region in the living world with an unusually high concentration of spiritual matter and energy. But that cannot explain all of what you've seen here.
“I... Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
I dislike the stereotypical player who gravitates towards elves. Not the actual players, mind you, but that vague stereotype of the arrogant douchebag looking for an excuse to play an arrogant douchebag.
That said, I love elves. Most people I actually play with who play elves are good folk, and there's something uniquely charming about their design.
Not really excited but anything interesting in their background is appreciated. Particularly if it takes 'accepted' elf traits and manipulates them into something that makes sense in setting and feels fresh enough.
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