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Repostan from previous bread.

>Let's play a game, /pfg/.

>AP Soundtracks. Think of a vidya track you like, and then think of an encounter from a Pathfinder AP it would be suitable for.

I'll start.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=N3472Q6kvg0

Any fight against a Huge or larger robot enemy in Iron Gods.

>>46847725
>AP Soundtracks. Think of a vidya track you like, and then think of an encounter from a Pathfinder AP it would be suitable for.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1VaEdKwXJhM

Trying to enter The Howlings, plays the moment that diplomacy check passes with Greta.

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Would you allow your player to use their Djezet Skin as a spell material component?

>One of the strangest of skymetals, rust-red djezet is liquid at all temperatures. This makes the metal relatively useless for crafting objects, but most who seek out this substance intend to use it instead as an additional component for spellcasting, as it possesses an ability to enhance magic. When used as an additional material component, a dose of djezet increases the effective spell level by 1, which stacks with a heightened spell. To function as an additional material component, the spellcaster must use a number of doses of djezet equal to the spell's original level—additional djezet doses have no effect. Djezet costs 200 gp per dose.

Pic related. Probably wearing Djezet Skin

Paper had done his work,I had to repay him somehow, i went to a grocery and bought some snacks for him and loads of Milk, I got about 850$ left. Not Bad. Skeletons, unlike most races, have few diseases/injuries. Soaking up in a bathtub full of milk usually does the job, it will take a few hours, yeah but our bones will feel like new.

Stay in Milk for too long...and we will have another story. It is the most preferred method for Skeletal suicides; Take a dip, chill and have every joint, hole in your body clogged up by newly formed bone, spooky, Isn't it? Though i did heard some stories about Skeletons who survived getting milked. The most Infamous of them all Ribby Al Consto, A Mobster who is big in Flesh suits, he 'owns' half of the brands in the market but that is a story for another day; you are here for the case, right?

I returned Paper back to Miss Simley and headed back to my apartment. Pesk made one of the best Milk baths i have ever gotten; the density and the temperature of the milk were just right. he owe such an experience to one of his previous masters. He didn't want to talk about it.

The next day started with an unusual visit, An Ice Eles in fine gentlemen's clothes knocked on my door, i failed to see how he was called sexy "Detective Grim? I am Sir James Frozenwright the third, can i come in?"

"Usually it is the other way around but sure, come in, you are the first to set a foot in my office." he wasn't in the mood for any sidetalks. It was understandable.

We sat down, Pesk brought some Wizened tea for our guest/suspect. The Eles took the initiative first "Ranula....she told me about-" he paused, swallowing his pain "I am here to help you in your case, detective. I will start with myself and then we will discuss Helldew's other clients. The Kulshikun who did this must suffer for it."


This guy just saved a lot of time for me. I have a lot of questions to ask, better take them one at a time,nice and slow.

>Ask him about____

>>46859805
Ask him about the Helleye. Have the victim ever told him who was it from?

Also ask about what he was teaching exactly to her

>>46859929
Supporting.

Depends on like everything.

For slaves, it is living in endless fear of being randomly killed on a whim, while doing your best to serve pitiless mistresses who count your worth in coinage and put you to whatever use they design, regardless of how disgusting, dangerous, or downright deadly it might be.

For noble drow, you wear nicer clothes.

>>46859708
This

Which setting is it? Which social strata does he belong to? What is his role?

Why do you even bother with threads and not just an irc room when your game is dead anyways?

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>>46857278

Because hope is eternal.

>>46855241
That's an oversimplification of the motives behind Sauron.

Also that guy isn't pulling that look off.

>>46855241

what is this?

>>46855241
Bored
Dissapointed
Disinterested

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There is no way to win with this shit faction.
I should probably go back to the ez modo imperium.

They seem to have nerfed Eldar really hard in Armada at launch. They are even less durable than they were before.

aw, someone used my pic

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WIP

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>>46841254
Depends... what are the tiers right now?

>>46841254
Define tier 2. Shit is chaos right now.

>>46841254

Blue Moon. It benefits from AV more because it wants to play the long game and just outdraw you while they're drawing blank cards they can't cast because of blood moon.

“Virtue. Honor. Courage. The tenants of a True Knight, to protect the innocent, the weak, the downtrodden. To honor the Seven with your every action. Deliver justice in the name of The Father. To honor the Warrior in your every battle. The Smith- Squire. Brynden? Are you listening to me?”

Young eyes flash from idle thoughts, their focus upon the sea more than their tutor, they turn to the man, older than your father, though not by much, the father of the Lady your mother insisted you be wed to someday, “Yes Ser.”

“Ser?”

You sigh, boredom obviously upon your tone, “Ser Roderick Sunglass.”

“Repeat today’s lesson,” he orders, more frustrated with your tone as was the per usual. Willful is what he called you to your face; brash, disorderly, rude, crass, unworthy behind your back. Your mother had brokered the deal, she insisted it would be good for you, a strong firm Knight would be able to tame the wild youth. Your father had only laughed, better chance to tame a dothraki’s horse after killing his master. The look she had given him, the thing of nightmares. And now a year later you found yourself here, in King’s Landing, squire to a second son, talks of betrothal to a daughter. Not the life you desired, not the way it was suppose to be, “Squire. Repeat.”

You glance down at the book he had given you, it could have been written in runic for all you understood of it, “I don’t remember.”

“Of course you don’t,” he says throwing his hands up in the air, “If you spent half as much time learning your letters as you do picking fights by the docks and fucking that whore you’d be maybe half the man your Uncle is. Seven deem me unworthy that I am stuck with you.”

“She is not a whore,” you say, fire suddenly ignited in your eyes.

“She takes your coin and fucks you silly. She’s a whore. And the only kind of woman you’re fit for. If your mother wasn’t the absolute embodiment of the Mother she was, I’d have been done with you after the first month.”

“Take it back.”

“Watch your tongue boy. You may think you’re a dragon like the silver haired Prince, but you’ll know your place”

“TAKE IT BACK.”

The ringing in your ear sends your head spinning, the sting of a mailed back hand stricking your face the moment the words left your lips only fueled your fire further. Ignore the pain, attack back. What did he know. She was having your child. Your flight was tonight. To the Seven Hells with him now. Your fist lands firmly in his eye, Ser Roderick staggering back from your rebuttal, and staring at you with hatred, pure contempt.

“You’ll never be good enough for my daughter you pissant. Angry little boy who doesn’t know his place in the world. Not fit to clean my chamber pot. Be the courageous little boy, pretend to be the Knight, protecting your whore. For all your bluster and anger you’re still just a boy playing at knighthood. Seven bless your family if your brother is ever lost to us. Get out of my home.”

You stalk out, the sting of metal upon flesh burning deeply into your cheek, the trickle of blood the last you’d allow to be drawn here. To hell with knighthood, to hell with being a ‘True Knight’, you weren’t your Uncle or Donold. But you knew what was right, that protection of the weak did not end where love began. Lysa was yours, not a whore, not the forgotten face every other knight of ‘virtue’ saw her as, and you would protect her. So Seven help you.

---

You exhale and turn to Mason again, he was right. Innocents lives were at stake, the Sons of Gold had been through worse, more dangerous. And they would stand by you until the last man. Loyal to the end.

You nod, and Mason seems to deflate, he hated slavers as much if not more than you. Essos was not his world as it had been yours. He read like an open book, he would not be dissuaded from this and you could hardly blame him either.

“We may go to our death Mason.”

“I doubt it Brynden. You fended off half the city of Braavos once, a few hundred mercenaries piss drunk and half asleep shouldn’t be much of a problem. Still, if they do get a lucky shot in. It was a hell of a ride.”

“Likewise. Ready?”

“Lead the way.”

With a quick flick of your wrist the Sons mobilize, through trees with easy efficiency, working in pairs as always. Yondril and Yanno find a good crossing point and return the word down the chain. The land first, securing the area with drawn and ready bows before the others follow. Two by two. Land, draw, secured. Again. You enter last, falling from the old oak with a soft thud and a quick roll, your bow at the ready in an instant. Knuckles play with the fletching of two arrows, like brothers waiting to sink into their target. After a quick glance about and a minute of near holding your breath from the sheer stink of it you give the go ahead to advance. Quiet, low to the ground, using whatever cover you could find while hugging the eastern wall as it advanced towards the forgotten hall.

>>46855961
Open them.

Dunno, but it does taste purple.

You need flame-o-vision.

Nigga, that's how most books are.

>>46854236
Depends on the setting.

>>46854236
Paper/Vellum/Parchment cartel want you to spend more money on their shit than you need.

>>46851971
>How different would your current Quest be if you started it anew from the beggining?
I don't think I ever would reset, it's kind of a one time deal. Also, people seem attached to the characters.

>>46851971
>How different would your current Quest be if you started it anew from the beginning?
So very different. It was my first quest and I made a ton of rookie mistakes I wish I could retcon, but I'm in it for the long haul now.

Was there a wqdt on friday?

Well i wpuld guess it ends in genocide, camps and eugenics.

Ancient aliens

>>46851276
I had an idea for a Sci Fi thing where aliens come to claim Australia as their own territory. The initial landing party is wiped out during a Maralinga nuclear test site during the 1950s, and in the following years Woomera becomes a kind of Area 51.
Eventually, a colony fleet turns up in 2010s and start trying to colonise the continent.
Fighter pilots patrolling the skies, ground troops and investigators flushing out alien colonies and invasion plots, recovering alien technology and retroengineering it, trying to communicate with what appear to be dozens of different alien species/social groups, etc, etc.

>>46850930
The party consists of a half orc barbarian, an elven bard, a human cleric, and an elven ranger.We're playing 3.5 D&D.

>>46850951
Also they're all level 3. And none of them have died yet, but they were close to death at three different points. They're all currently at 70% health except for the barbarian who's at 50%, and extremely exhausted due to lifting 200 .lb crates of ore through a mine.

>>46850930
1 pound of pure silver is worth 5 gp according to the Player's Handbook (5E), so a metric ton (2204.62 lbs) is worth 11,023 gp and 1 sp. For the sake of argument let's round that down to 11,000 gp.

Then, figure out how pure the ore is.

http://www.britannica.com/technology/silver-processing

The site above says that ore is typically about .085% silver, so going off of that, the 11,000 gp is reduced to just 935 gp.

So...let the players have it, I guess? It's not really gamebreaking.

>>46838856

I don't really like crossovers because the themes tend to get very muddy, very fast. Rather than wibd up complementary, every single crossover game I've seen throws symbolic cohesion out the window in favor of a lame urban fantasy romp that loses out on the horror and the narrative meat of each game.

>>46838856
Avoid them. As long as I can.
There is the extremely rare occation where I'll run a crossover, but only after making sure that everyone is on board with the style & theme.

It worked 0/3 times.