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From a distance I though those were stormcast

Enjoy your mexican salsa marines anon

>>46743975
replace the hooded heads with some grey knights helms or something, i personally find the deathwing knights standard heads terrible

>>46743975
Get terminators.


Also Assault centurions in landraiders are scary. But this is coming from a vanilla marine player, idk about dark angels specifically.

>>46743586
>rename hit points luck points
>???

>>46743586
>d20

If I see that I stop reading.

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>>46743586
>absolutely flagrant balance issues
Fucking Mutants and Masterminds 3E. I understand that every game is going to have some problems, but for about 12 points (enough for even a power level 1 game, which is supposed to be people only somewhat better than average joes) you can make your character capable of time traveling to any point in existence instantaneously and give it an automatically programmed trigger such as "I take damage, I automatically time travel back to before I took damage, rinse and repeat". Utility powers in that game just have to be the stupidest shit I've come across in ttrpgs. It isn't some small fringe game either, how did this fucking happen? You have to specifically try to NOT break the game or else it will just shatter like glass. I tried to run this game over half a year ago, I'm still fucking mad.

>>46743584
Cloaks are incredibly handy. Why aren't you wearing one right this moment?

>>46743760

They've sadly fallen out of fashion and with my vaguely tanned skin I'd look like a terrorist.

A couple of them do. A flamboyant swordsman and a bard. Or at least the bard used to until getting wings, which then it got in the way.

Oh look, it's that closed, run-from-IRC game that should have gone off to its own forum years ago.

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Following previous investigations, we have uncovered the approimate location of forty-seven seperate disapperance cases over the last months. Morgues and hospital records do not account for the sum total, and so we forced to conclude that our client for this, along with several other people, have likely had a terminal encounter with something insidious.

The lack of wide-spread panic given the swathe of disappearances is likely because media coverage has been low, with the Hong Financial Affair devouring airtime. Nonetheless, we would expect some actiity on the social networks. Since this hasn't been the case, we're dealing with an organized cartel with informational control capabilities.

So we've opened the armory on this one, you'll find our available equipment in the file.

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>>46743571
My apologies, anon - the open participation rules had a few errors in dire need of errata before I could upload them. Here they are.
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We'll drop you in the local area, at a bar Teraline was known to frequent. It's a low key, rustic place and you can scope it out for any suspecious persons or other clues. In the meantime, Liren will run the data-backlog and we'll see what comes up.

We don't know for sure who is targetting people, and we don't know entirely their capabilities, so I advise you to display some caution in opening firing a civilian environment unless you're specifically fired upon first.

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>>46741988
>addition

>>46741988
Generally by seeking an inner peace and tranquility that doesn't compel me to spam my commissioned character art until someone compliments me on how cool I am.

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>>46742069

Why do you need semi human "races" at all?

People are fascinating enough

>>46741688
shut up, fag

>>46741688
Hey, who says it needs to be semi-human races? You could a have a society or two of very alien beings if needed.

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>>46740964
GAS CGL ROBOT WAR NOW

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>>46741018
GAS THE CLANS SPACE WAR NOW

THOMAS MARIK FOR PRIMUS-IN-EXILE

>>46741018
>tfw you will never lead our namefags in a trial of possession for the BT license

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>"...so I was convinced that you wouldn't want anything to do with me ever again," Irene sighs. "I really hope I didn't end up traumatizing you too after getting impaled and everything."


"No, I'm fine," I reply while using my sleeve to wipe the tears from my eyes. "...after holing myself up in my room for a week straight, anyways."
"Wha!?" Irene gasps. "You actually-"
"Yeah, it wasn't until yesterday that I was able to pull myself together enough to do so much as step outside."

Irene starts mumbling to herself in a language that I can not understand. But the tone of her voice is enough for me to be able to tell that she sounds particularly miserable.


>vent at her some more
>that's enough for now

>>46740019
>>that's enough for now

>>46740019
>>that's enough for now

>>46739733
Alright. I'll pick the green bottle on the far right. Based on its floral appearance I'm going to guess it will somehow transmute me to have plant traits.

>>46739733
Okay, I chooses the white one because it's got a skull on it, and skulls usually mean only good things, right?

I'll take a snazzy blue one please

>>46739364

Uh, yes. It's pretty obvious. Certain Daemon Princes are even historical figures like Genghis Khan and one Khorne daemon is suspected of being Hitler or Stalin.

Mars is a Forge World named fucking Mars in the SOLAR system and the third planet out of 9 (8 without Pluto).

The Imperial Palace is in the Himalayan mountains.

>>46739364
No, it's blindingly obvious. Everybody's aware.

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>>46739364
First sentence of the wiki

>Terra, also called "Holy Terra" or, in the most ancient records, "Earth,"...

http://warhammer40k.wikia.com/wiki/Terra

I was thinking WUB for the colors, with black being more of a splash color.

>>46738250
>>46738288
Alright, let's start with all the good/borderline spirits.

Ghost Anafenza
Lingering Souls
Topplegeist
Drogskoll Captain
Kataki, War's Wage
Kira, Great Glass Spinner
Spirit of the Labyrinth

How do you suture these into a cohesive deck?

Seemingly playable spirits: Innistrad: feel free to suggest more:
http://magiccards.info/avr/en/47.html
http://magiccards.info/isd/en/9.html
http://magiccards.info/dka/en/136.html
http://magiccards.info/dka/en/137.html
http://magiccards.info/dka/en/36.html
http://magiccards.info/soi/en/15.html
http://magiccards.info/isd/en/16.html
http://magiccards.info/isd/en/213.html
http://magiccards.info/avr/en/104.html
http://magiccards.info/avr/en/64.html
http://magiccards.info/isd/en/67.html
http://magiccards.info/dka/en/49.html
http://magiccards.info/isd/en/82.html
http://magiccards.info/dka/en/53.html
http://magiccards.info/isd/en/45.html

>>46738130
>What got you started playing quests?
Civ quests of dubious quality.

>What made you start QMing?
Escapism.

>making a new thread right at the end of sunday

I have another.
>QM
Why do you suddently disappear for 3 months without leaving any traces?

>>46737968
Still linking foolz as the archive
and I bet if I looked at the quest and character summaries I'll find them very out of date
Update yo shit Gobble

Also fuck yeah Pokemon Quest time

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You and Devon relax after learning Sludge Bomb. He eagerly drinks up his water bowl as you sip a juicebox.

Clair grabs your towel from off your shoulders and whips you with it.

“What the f-”

You see that girl that was with the merchants you got a ride from in the desert. What’s her name... umm...

“Shan-Li,” Clair helps. “And she’s not alone.”

Clair and Vance’s parents, the royal family, professor Fir, and...Sato, the Chloroville Grass type gym leader!

“W-what’s everyone doing here?” Few things make you stutter like Robin, but this qualifies.

Clair takes your juicebox and sips it, scrunches her face at your choice of flavor, but doesn't give it back. “Well, Robin was taking a break outside the training building, then someone came and asked for an autograph, then a crowd formed.”

“When did that happen?” You wrestle back your juicebox.

“A few hours ago. Vance and Jeanine got Robin back inside and told her to train. But the crowd didn't go away. You two are popular, I guess. We didn’t want to distract you. Vance let in his parents, then a few others,” she grabs for the juice.

They come over and say hi. You spend a short amount of time wishing you luck and offering advice. But the person whose words really gets through to you is...


>Shan-Li, naive but perceptive
>Sato, old and wise
>Vance’s parents, normal people
>The prince, underhanded and crafty
>Sera, the lost jungle princess

>>46738071
>>Sera, the lost jungle princess

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>>46737759

Well, no one ever said that life was 100% kind or just, but as you stand here holding a thrashing gorgon’s midsection to a makeshift operating table, feeling your bones groan in protest as the crazed cleric bandages her wounds, you can at least say that Ptolomous was not wrong. Life was definitely strange, and only bound to get stranger given your new… “condition”.

You are Lee: bard, lover, fighter, and more recently numbered among the walking dead. After being forcibly torn from the glorious twilight of the afterlife, you awoke in the recesses of a dungeon with a lot on your mind and not a lot of meat on your bones (none to be precise). At least before you had a chance to sink into the distraction such a rude awakening could impose, you found yourself swept up in the heat of some fast paced action, falling in line with your skeletal brethren to fend off an invasion of some sort.

You livened their pace with a bit of rhythm, put some life into those old bones and with a little brute force, a little bit of luck, and a charming musical number then managed to turn the entire ensuing conflict on its head, saving the life of a mother gorgon and possibly three adventurers in the process. Now you are here, trying to help patch up the damages already inflicted by the time you arrived, not to mention keep the nice snake lady from biting the kindly priest’s head off. And as the frankly ludicrous amount of anesthetic she’d been given kicks in, it gets decidedly easier.

As her breathing slows, and her eyes glaze over, you can finally give your aching back a rest, snapping the vertebrae back in place with a satisfying crack. That just leaves you, a skeleton, and a man of the cloth sitting by each other with nothing but hundreds of pounds of snake and a thick silence between you.

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>>46737788

“So, Father…” you start, your attempts to clear your throat sending an awkward rattling down through your rib cage. “You seem to be somewhat well at ease for a man surrounded by skeletons. I mean, not that I mind when you keeping your head on straight means I get to keep mine, but could such a thing really be true? Did the dungeon bring me back? I’d ask my fair lady here, but…”

“Sssss…” she sighs softly, tail tip twitching in time with her breathing as she sinks onto the table.

“Well,” he says with a sigh, hands continuing to double check his stitching and snug the bandages around the unconscious gorgon. “I reckon I can’t be too sure what’s what till I’ve had a crack at one of you bone heads meself.”

“At the very least,” he says, when you raise a finger to interject. “I can say it ain’t necromancy. Bones don’t tend to get back up after a healthy dose of holy fire, you know. That, and it ain’t exactly unheard of. Every daft bastard and his father’s father’s evil uncle what built these sorts of places had a different means of arming ‘em to the teeth. Been plenty of cases of skeletons being brought back as something other than skeletons. Never heard of a talking one though.”

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>>46737823

“I assure you, I can do more than just talk. Singing, playing, composition, and a bit of dance for that theater flare. All I need to do is hunt down a few of my new clattering acquaintances who can carry a tune. Next thing you know, I’ll have a proper band back together again.

“Oh, right, my apologies for not introducing myself. The name’s Lee, formerly a traveling entertainer before my recent resurrection from an unknown stint as a cadaver.”

“Yeah, well, pleased to make yer acquaintance, I suppose,” remarks the cleric, offering a hand. “But before you go terrorizin’ the local country side as a band of travelin’, music playin’ spooks, could you hand me the holy water from the bag?” You flinch. “Ah, nay. Don’t give me that look. The Church of Orren keeps fire water in their holy water. Good for disinfecting and the like. Just need a dab here or there for the lass and she’ll be all cleaned up.”

“Ah, then of course,” you say, rattling away your concerns, and without further delay go fishing for the requested vial.

An ornate bottle quickly comes to hand, filled with a clear liquid and capped with a silv-

The sea of light is calling you, warm to the touch and wondrously vacuous. You stare into that cavalcade of white and finally let your eyes relax. You are home. You are s-

“You feelin’ alright,” asks the cleric, snatching the vial from your hand before pouring some on a rag. With a bit of passing concern, you note white smoke arising from your bones where it had just resided.

> What to do?
> [x] Tell the cleric
> [] Hide it
> [] Other

>>46737500
The Battle of the Kuri was, by all accounts, a particularly impressive one. The single greatest natural barrier that the local land had to offer and one given time to be fortified no less. It should have been able to deflect any army, blunt any advance. And when supported with the arcane power of an alchemist corps and not one but two wizards, it should have provided a barrier that not even the rumoured magic of the “Witch Queen” should have been able to break.
But victory for the Queen had come regardless and it was not off the back of some grand strategy or scheme. That would have been demoralising enough. But to push through such a situation off the back of nothing but pure magical might? That is far more intimidating. Already, distorted stories and exaggerated fabrications spread back throughout the land and incite more fear and unwitting respect than any of the Queen’s attempted propaganda. The Witch of Melire was as strong as ten men, they cried, with skin like iron and eyes like fire. She could take any form and when she gave the word, the great river itself had risen up to smite her enemies. She could eat free will, strike fear into hundreds, incinerate an entire company of knights and bore no fewer than three plundered wizard’s staves.
Regardless of whoever ultimately wins, the battle itself was sure to be remembered in a hundred different history books, each no doubt with their own unique version of events.

But as surprising as the battle may have been, it alone may not promise the Witch Queen’s overall victory. The fate of that may lie in the hands of someone who wasn’t even present for the battle itself.

……

You adjust your poncho as you approach the city of Taldenral. Best to keep your sword hidden after all. The city looks like more of an ant’s nest than normal, people scurrying left and right. That can be made to work in your advantage.
1/2

>>46737507
Your name is Oster or Many-Faced Oster though you have never cared for the title. It’s much too dramatic but the old Serpent King gave it you personally so now it carries just a little tinge of wistful sentimental value. You are here to kill the King of Teleran.
You are here to repay High King Edwin’s attempt on your Queen’s life and to recover at least a shred of your professional pride. You will kill the King or you will die trying. You have no help, no potions, nothing but mask and sword. Most probably wouldn’t understand but it has to be you and only you.


>Enter the city normally. No need to get tricky just yet.

>Disguise yourself amidst the people seeking refuge from the Queen’s advance.

>Sneak around through the bay and come in through the docks.

>Murder your way through the gatehouse. Send a message.

>Other

>>46737537
>Disguise yourself amidst the people seeking refuge from the Queen’s advance.
kek I saw that forgotten subject line Ouro