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>>46573354
>Hoe do you make a good rival?

Only when my pimp lets me.

>>46573354
Be on friendly enough terms that you'd never kill one another, because otherwise your rival won't last long. Or you won't. My point, you get it. You should have some clashing personality points that make it easy to hate them when they beat you, but something that makes it easy to lend them a hand when important or to team up against a larger common enemy.

Make them be on equal footing as you, but in a different area. You're strong and clever? They're quick and knowledgeable. You have a lot of money? They know how to get things without using a single coin. Avoid making one a mage and the other not unless it's a system where the two are fairly balanced in terms of where your characters' rivalry matters.

Finally, a common trusted ally always helps. This means even if Douchebag crosses the line and does something unforgivable, you can always fall back on your trusty childhood friend for moral aid or to try and find a solution that isn't homicide.

Of course, if killing your rival is the most satisfactory way to end things in the story of the character, go for it. Just make it worth the loss of a dynamic.

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Be The Entire Horse. Don't just have fights to the death. Do smaller competitions and team-ups too.

>>46569908
>[] Bless them
>[]Find my friends and leave mapleburrow

>>46569908
>[]Try and help rebuild *how?*
Lift heavy shit for them

>>46569908
>[] Tell them to stop
>[] Give them hugs, like the fluffy angel I am
>[] go to the graveyard they're digging outside of town

>Player/GM
GM
>System
B/x Dungeons & Dragons
>Time available (Incl. Timezone)
Weekday evenings CST/EST
>Voice or Text
Text
>Method of playing (Roll20, IRC, Skype)
Roll20
>Contact info
Skype: RedBookOne
>Additional information
Looking to get an introductory game for new players (myself included).

>Player/GM
Player, but getting impatient and may just GM before long.
>System
Anything 40k, most preferably Rogue Trader.
>Time available (Incl. Timezone)
PST, available sundays and select afternoons/evenings.
>Voice or Text
Text
>Method of playing (Roll20, IRC, Skype)
Whatever works
>Contact info
Skype: harmless-birdy
Steam: The Incredibly Harmless Birdy
>Additional information
Played most of the 40k games to some extent or another. Past groups seemed to have enjoyed having me around. Would love to play again, but I usually end up having to GM to play at all.

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>>GM/Player
Player
>>System Preferred
L5R, 7th Sea, aSoIaF-Rpg
>>Times Available (with timezone!)
Evenings, CST
>>Method of Play (Skype, IRC, roll20, etc)
Skype, roll 20
>>Contact Info
skype: leon_belmont671
>>Additional Notes
Looking for a game centered around Politics and intrigue

Rolled 9 (1d10)

>>46542774

>>46542774
Wow this guy looks gay as fuck. He's like a ff character with a skin problem.

Rolled 9 (1d10)

>>46542888
Rolling for the stack

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Every day I see the worst thing I've ever seen before
But this takes the cake

>>>/pol/

>>46574075
I'm proud of You.

>>46570932
things aren't shit, but the reason they aren't shit isn't magic

>>46570932
Yes.

>>46570932
Sigh. Define low fantasy.

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The torrent of water that falls upon your head is as loud as it is heavy. The constant gushing downpour gets in your eyes and blinds you to the beautiful sight of the forest that hides this treasure.

At least that's what this vista appeared to be when you spied it from afar. Now it seems much less a treasure and more a roiling, raging monster that is unrelenting in its attack.

You have no idea how Gabby can find peace in such painful and disturbing conditions. You'll never find your center like this.

You turn your head to where she sits beside you, despite the supposed futility of the act. By some miraculous fortune you are granted sight and let your gaze drink in Gabby's form. She's . . .

“Why are you naked?” you quickly inquire, as water fills your mouth and restricts your speech.

She laughs as she looks at you, her eyes crinkling in mirth. “Do you want to walk home in wet clothes, Al?” Obviously you don't. It's why you're naked as well. But still, no matter how hard you try you can't seem to focus your mind.

“This isn't working, Gabby!” you shout over the waterfall's roaring.

“Of course it's not,” she agrees, “You've gotta be at one with yourself to access your ki. And we're not going to accomplish that by meditating, are we?”

The expression on her face changes. Her standard grumpily content visage shifts to a much more knowing one.

The two of you didn't come out here together to meditate, that's for sure.

>Kiss her
>Kill her

>>46569288
>kiss her

>>46569288
>>Kiss her

>>46567800
Fortunately, for all the foulness of the cult, they appear scattered and disorganized, well suited for fending off the occasional skirmish by nearby Kulakin nests, but lacking the planned fortifications, discipline or force of arms to survive a concentrated assault. Still, your clan have yet to be able to penetrate far enough to figure out the route to the main camp, or to Slaagyr's own roost, if indeed such a route exists within the tunnels at all.

The question now falls to you, the chieftain, as to how you will handle this new information.

>You have a weak point, exploit it, prepare your forces to march immediately
>Wait a little longer, send in more scouts to capture one of the priests to interrogate
>Wait a little longer, in the hope that your spy Sascha returns with further information (switch to Sascha)

>>46567804
Links:
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>>46567804
>You have a weak point, exploit it, prepare your forces to march immediately

>>46562027
Political Correctness

>>46562042
How so, mate?

>>46562027
Sudden exclusion of Slaanesh, most likely.

On the road.

This is a silly question.

Manhattan

Inside my I M A G I N A T I O N!

>>46570641
>you have modern era soldiers fighting cavemen, civil war soldiers fighting WW2 soldiers, and medieval knights sword fighting sci fi robots.
No, you do not.
You may have one side killing lots of guys on the other side, but you can't have a real fight.

Realistically, sooner or later the side with a lower technological level would get their hands on old weapons from the superior side (which is why Civilization is unrealistic), so you get a situation like in the middle east.
But in your scenario where they just stick to their traditional weaponry there is no way they can put up a fight.

>>46570920
>I have no imagination.

>>46572970
How do you "imagine" them to fight?
All the modern guns just *happening* to malfunction at the same time?

Magic flashlight

>>46570458
What about magic fleshlight? Truly, the seed shows the soul of a person.

>>46570517
god dang it anon

>>46561457
cont.

It is a constant battle between doing good things but also being in permanent danger from getting busted by people who just see every with as something bad and therefore might support a “if they give me a hard time I will give them a hard time”-mentality within your character and of course the fights with the black witches but also the temptation of using magic only for you own good.

Threats from the common people could reach from your own family, wary town folks, preachers and even a whole inquisition and organized witch hunt.
As for fighting the black witches you would encounter young witches going renegade, witches who already made a contract with the devil, to full covens of multiple witches maybe even sitting in high position inside the society.

So what do you guys think?

>>46561457
Sounds neat. I recommend using a point based good/evil (white/black) balance system to determine where each character lies. I like the idea of gray witches too.

If black witches get their powers from The Devil, where do white witches get there powers? Are there nonwitch magic users such as priests who can call upon God to undue curses and such?

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>>46559047
The basics of CQC.

>>46559047
>Fear - defensive
>Anticipation - detection
I'd switch those two around.
Joy is increased XP rewards and Sadness is Healing.

>>46559047
Hang on.

Where are Toplels on this chart?

I don't see epic ironyes, toplels, funposting:^), or other senses of positive feeling that come from NOT bending to the whims of no fun allowed poopypantses that want to ban fun, and being a glorious rebellious crusader being ALL FUN into the world, not just "good right fun only, no shitposting 'cause that's bad wrong fun and I'm a nazi tyrant and what I say isn't fun objectively isn't fun"

Like pride mixed with laughter mixed with joy and the desire to put the world in a correct order where everyone can be safe to enjoy their lelles.

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Hate's little pack of corgis are the first to notice the sound; a kind of polite purring that rolls down the sidewalk. They spring to their feet, flipping their muzzles up. Thirty-odd little white caps tumble through the air before landing squarely between sixty pricked ears. Covered and ready to rock, they watch the curve of the road intently as the purr approaches -

- and cock their heads curiously as the riding mower comes around the curve. Usually a destroyer girl on a riding mower would have them barking and farting for all they were worth, but there's something about the rider that gives even canines pause. The big, broad-brimmed Stetson covering Yuudachi's face is the first clue. The big coil of rope wrapped around her is the second. She tilts her head up to scan the sidewalk, squinting her eyes through shutter-shades - then she guns it past you and Hate, intent on her mission.

You're still looking at her retreating ride when you see Shimakaze strut past. She's hugging a big white metal canister to her chest; it looks vaguely like the bastard child of a milk bottle and a propane tank, and has some sort of mounting lugs on it.

Before you can quite finish processing that, you see Willie go past at high speed, her long, loud wail of horror undergoing doppler shift as she zips by on the sidewalk opposite. A few seconds later, you see -

“What the fuck is that?” Hate asks as something metallic, quadrupedal and fast rips by, hot on Willie's tail, its loud rattling racket fading as it turns the corner.

“... Big Dog?” you ask.

“You're a fucking riot. What WAS it?”

[ ] Pursue Yuudachi. She's up to no good.
[ ] Pursue Shimakaze. She's up to worse.
[ ] Pursue Willie. You just gotta see this shit.

Not first?

>>46573104
>[X] Pursue Yuudachi. She's up to no good.