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>>46440392
The magical testing was where you got nervous. Inscribing massive rune circles, Veles had both of your step inside one at at a time as he channeled energy into the runes. Feeling pinpricks along your body you suffered through the mystical examination as well as you could, as Veles scribbled away into another one of his journals. Running Liama through the same rune only seemed to confuse him more, and increase the frantic scribbling.

"So what's the prognosis, doc." You say in a feeble attempt at jest as the faint tingle fades.

"On all levels including physical, you appear to be a lamia. Magically, mentally, the rough shape is there. Inside that? Well Sasha, both your and Liama are different from any other of our kin I have run across."

"And how many have you run across?" Liama asks

"Outside of my own brood, ages ago? Not many." He admits. "You two are different from them. I know not if this is bloodline, or if this is how our kind has changed over the years. In other words, I have no idea. I tried what I could and"

>What did you do there, anyway?
>What do you propose we do?
>Other?

>>46440424
Subtract that 'and' from the last line. That's what I get for editing for space.

>>46440424
>>What do you propose we do?

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Thanks for sticking with me through this reboot. I’m sure there will be some bumps/retcons, so just bear with me! Don’t be afraid to ask for clarification, especially about things that were covered in previous threads. I’ll try and link to specific post numbers where applicable. Paranoia chat is also encouraged as it amuses me.

If we’ll need to roll, it will be 2d6 versus a number (typically 8). In an attempt to allow the most people to participate in the rolls I let four people roll a single d6. The lowest two are then dropped and the remaining die added together with bonuses/modifiers (if applicable).

In the highly likely event that the Dice Gods are assholes you have the option of making a single roll result a 9. Most of the time this means an automatic success but it will come with a caveat of sorts in the narrative. It also can only be used every other session.

>>46440352

The three seated individuals seem like your average Joes. Two men and one woman. Only one has on anything resembling typical Lancer style - an overcoat worn by the woman. All three are constantly checking their surroundings. When they notice you they stop and watch as you approach.

“How is the soup here?” you ask, using the pre-agreed upon challenge/response.

“You’d be better having rainwater,” replies the woman.

She shifts over in the booth to make room for you. You take a seat and assess your fellows. The gentleman across from you is sporting mid-length, messy brown hair and smart glasses. If you had to guess, he’s probably the techie. The other guy is bald and built like an ox. It doesn’t take much to figure out he’s muscle. That just leaves the gal to your right. Now that you’re closer you can tell her mohawk is colored a faded pink. It’s hard to say what her role is based on appearances alone. But if the overcoat is any indication she’s probably concealing more than one gun on her person.

A quick glance at your watch tells you that you have five or so minutes before the Johnson is supposed to arrive. The three seem content to wait in silence, unless you choose to make small-talk, of course.

> [1] Introduce yourself
> [2] Play it cool and wait silently
> [3] Ask who’s going to be doing most of the talking
> [4] Write in

>>46440387
>[3] Ask who’s going to be doing most of the talking

>>46438024

Both Android: Netrunner (https://www.fantasyflightgames.com/en/products/android-netrunner-the-card-game/) and Game of Thrones (https://www.fantasyflightgames.com/en/products/a-game-of-thrones-the-card-game-second-edition/) are quite decent card games that don't require a large invesment. They get monthly expasion packs that come with playsets of 10-15 new cards for all factions, and major thematic expansion packs that focus on only one or two factions, that also come with full playsets or cards.

Assuming you and your friends are willing to play each different factions, you can save some money by sharing/trading the cards that aren't useful to you. Even then, compared to games such as Magic and Pokemon, these games are much more affordable.

The only drawback is that they're simply not as popular, and it's harder for you to find random people playing them on local stores, especially compared to something like Magic.

>>46438242
Using MtG and Pokemon as guidelines, how hard would the games be to teach? Could be worth a look.

>>46438024
Yugioh's structure decks are really good for the $10 price tag

>>46437212
I dont get it

>>46438396
He gave all those women green AIDs, I think?

>>46434689

PowerTurbo maybe? He could have fortified the Imperium

>>46434689
Perturabo, maybe. A massive fucking Legion(close to 200,000 marines), ridiculous firepower and a brilliant strategic mind. Not to mention that He was one of the most physically powerful Primarchs.

Without the Iron Warriors to do the hard work of preparing for and operating a protracted siege, the Battle of Terra might have been a much different affair.

>>46434799
This.

Fulgrim might also be a contender. If he hadn't turned Ferrus wouldn't have been baited onto Isstvan V, meaning the Dropsite Massacre would hace gone down differently.

On the other hand, which traitor was the least influential? I'm thinking Curze, maybe Mortarion.

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>>46434277
>The Lady or the Tiger intensifies

>>46434277
People normally start picking on the right, so an asshole DM is going to put his next turd there.

>>46434323
Why are you playing with an asshole DM?

>>46428991
I'd go with the 2nd anon, see where it goes.

>>46428991
Hell if I know. Sun Soul Monk?

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>trying to make a character concept outside of the few narrow archetypes provided in 5e

>>46431497

Silence.

The death of Rust Kaiser is an abrupt thing, an impossible truth made manifest. Between one heartbeat and the next - Between the charging of the Singularity Cannon, the last wisps drawn into the yawning abyss - the world begins to move again.

Light returns, first. Not the sickly light of Alura's inferno, or CHERNOBOG'S furious discharge; but true light, a harsh grey illumination like the exhalation of a metal god. It issues from the Memory Towers, all sharp-angled black iron and barbs, now - Crawling with power, jagged bolts of fitful lightning flickering across pitted surfaces.

The *snap* and crackle of flames gutters out to nothing, choking smoke swirling in the air from the Thief's charred form. The rush of air from the Singularity Cannon's implosion has ripped the cloak of flames from his back; He lies sprawled, the fabric of his ragged coat melted into him - his armor is black upon him, and his bones are burned with heat. The gnawing flames have turned his legs to ash, stripped the writhing muscle from his borrowed arm - His skeletal fingers rattling, as they grip the Fatal Abyss's blackened hilt.

The red pinpoints in his helm are flames, as - methodically, static hissing from his speaker-mask - the Thief reaches into his charred coat with a shaking hand, withdrawing injector vials. The adamant needles crowning the clear cylinders glitter dully, in the failing light - Within the heavy glass, raw Lachryma rills, churning in constant motion...

(Continued)

>>46431511

There is a gagging, choking roar. ANIMA reels back, hellish half-real black shape swirling, re-forming, writhing. Rotten gore spurts, as it rakes at itself with great claws - that vast maw swinging back and forth in frenetic motion as the Cryptid gouges at its own flesh. The vast beast convulses, with frantic inner motion - it is choking, gagging. Tumors bulge beneath the surface of the horror's leathery carapace, sickly wet sounds spewing forth-

The virus. It swallowed Distortion Haze's virus.

The creature's jaws hinge out, wide - A tooth-fringed opening like a chapel cave. Not swinging open to bite - They're swinging open because of the grotesque growth of muscle, of teeth, those jagged needle-fangs spearing into the Cryptid's palate. It *howls*, hard enough to made the air judder, the vast tonnage of its bulk grinding and scraping off the tiled floor. Noxious white froth spews forth, a great torrent of rank effluvium - Slitted eyes rolling in frantic agony, head smashing down hard enough to crack the ground underfoot, mere inches from Haze-

"Choke on it," Haze snarls, his free hand clutching the jagged stump of his severed arm. ANIMA reels, roaring and squealing and shrieking, tortured nerves sending contradictory messages through the Cryptid's unnatural form. It tries rising, but every inch of the vast predator's corded flesh is in open rebellion, muscles spasming and limbs twitching, thick bloody sludge vomiting forth from every orifice as it jerks and twitches and wails-

(Continued)

Well, I'm here this week.

I hope someone else will be.

You are Irue. You promised to help a ragged band of brigands to find a better life. You carried a demihuman across town on your back and ignored the stares and hushed whispers, making an enemy of a town to defend her. You helped an emaciated slave stand on their own. You negotiated the aid of the Shrine and you led the operation to get one of your Testament back while uncovering a plot of treason.

Valen had nothing to do with any of that, it was something you had done on your own. By the end of it, you had become so wrapped up in your own efforts to resolve the problems around you and get your Testament back that you had nearly forgotten what lead you to all of this in the first place.

...It seems silly to think that this all started as an attempt to escape a political marriage.

Regardless, you still have a little time before the judgement starts today. All of the judges had evidently arrived, so now it was just a matter of preparations.

>Meet up with Dullem
>Check in on Raid
>How are the Demihumans fairing?
>Talk to Alouette
>Where's Caylen?
>Am I forgetting something...? (write-in)
>Other? (write-in)

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Basics of Mana - http://pastebin.com/V9b1DMrS
A List of Forgotten Things - http://pastebin.com/kPEscJ3h
Leadership - http://pastebin.com/hGhUA4wf

Write-ups:
Kara's Day Out - http://pastebin.com/8ZbiSKLs
Adventures with Asche - http://pastebin.com/RNviCBJu
The Reclaimed Doll - http://pastebin.com/n6miP1qT
In Your Shadow - http://pastebin.com/EfeeHFAE

Misc notes:I am bad at schedules. help.

>>46427691
>>Talk to Alouette
>>Where's Caylen?

>>46427339
Because she's not a transvestite?

Dude.

>>46427339
All three replies sounds like different variations of "cool story bro".

>>46427339
Is there even a difference between those three options?

I hate when games do that on regular conversations. What's the point of having three dialogue options if there's no difference at all in which you choose?

Space marine augmentations seem more extensive, and definitely seem to serve to make better warriors. Arguably, their technology is better.

In comparison, though, and depending on the specific chapter, their training and doctrine is very typically shit. Spartans are soldiers, not warriors, and they fight like operators, not trophy hunters. They don't pray to their gun, don't mind being disohonorable, don't mind avoiding engagements, and are not above using xenos equipment, and don't limit themselves to the Codex Astartes.

In a direct battle, most things being even, Space Marines would almost certainly be victorious. Spartans, however, would almost certainly avoid direct battle. Compared to Space Marines, Spartans would excel at guerilla-style warfare and strive to achieve less direct victories. Psykers would make a big difference. It'd be a lot like fighting the Tau empire. Imperium only wins the war by being waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay bigger than all other opposition. Remove that advantage and the Imperium struggles against most fictitious factions simply because everything they do is soooooo incredibly ignorant and wasteful.

If a blank-slate galaxy were created, and both a UNSC-style human faction and an Imperium-Style human faction were placed at opposite ends, and given the same total amount of resources/resistances and, say, 100 years to get entrenched, the UNSC would probably win because their methodology would make much more efficient use of those equal resources and be better about negotiating with xenos races. Imperium would basically have to rely on the advantage psykers and warp-travel bring.

>>46426691
Space Marine

Don't Fuck with the Culture

>>46430082
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Without further ado
***************


You wake up with a blinding headache. Something isn't right here. Your perspective seems wrong, and your body is aching tremendously.
Why is the world shaking?
As you come more to your wits, you realize you're hanging upside down. At least your hands are free.
What happened, why are you here? Where are you, for that matter?
As you look around, you can see you seem to be in some sort of crude basement, hanging from a wooden beam.
There's a fair amount of blood on the dirt floor beneath you, and to your right you see what could be a workbench with tools on it.
To your left there's a staircase. A closet of sorts seems to be beneath, but the poor lighting and your incredible headache is making it hard to focus.
The basement is lit by a torch on the wall by the staircase, and two candles on the workbench.

>1) Try and reach the workbench, there might be something you can use
>2) Stay still and listen. Are you alone?
>3) Check yourself. Is that your blood beneath you?
>4) Write in

>>46424406
>1) Try and reach the workbench, there might be something you can use

By the way, in the beginning I will continue with the choice with most words after a few minutes, if we get more players, I will put a 5 minute limit on voting + my designited writing window

>>46424164
been here 10 seconds and still no fagness.

>>46424199
Chronicles of Fagness

>>46424199

Some of us have been running WOD games since the mid-1990's. The fagness is implied and assumed..

>>46423910
That doesn't work that way. Deathtouch is combat damage only.

>>46424933
No, it isn't.

I am

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>I'm just going to start where I left of again then.

Martina set me down at the edge of the woods and took off. It wasn't long before Faina emerged, despite the distance she had run she seemed fresh as morning dew.

"Well, well, well. Sir Knight. I should have expected you I suppose."

"Lieutenant Faina, I am going to give you -"

"Give me what? A kiss? A good lay? Please tell me it's something more interesting than 'one chance to surrender.'"

I ignored her taunt and got into position to fight her. She drew her blade as well and we set to fighting. I had already faced and beaten Faina once before at the Monasheskiy Library so I thought I knew what to expect from her in terms of a challenge, but I'm not sure whether it was the prior experience working in my favor, the time in prison doing her no favors, or if I was just better than before, but fighting her this time was easy. The greatest challenge I had was intercepting her when she tried to run off.

"You know," I said while blocking a wild attack of hers, "you never told me why you managed to survive so long in the Golden Saber."

"Do you ever shut up?"

"Sure, when I'm concentrating."

The only answer to that was a wordless scream of frustration so I continued, "I doubt that you're someone's wife. I've seen the way they treat their lovers and you don't have enough scars or bruises."

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>>46421337
I had to duck a blow at my head before continuing to theorize, "Hmm. I remember you asking Boniface about that story with his father… so someone's daughter?"

Faina's attacks suggested that she was getting frustrated and gave me confidence that I was on the right track.

"So someone's daughter, someone powerful or else they wouldn't be able to protect you. Could it be that you're General Zinoviy's daughter?"

I could tell from the look on her face that I hit the mark . She sneered, "Well done Knight, you figured it out."

"Right, now if you surrender we can end this and -"

The sudden shadow blocking out all the moonlight was my only warning, I turned and only barely managed throw myself aside in time to avoid the talons of a massive bird. As I got back up I could see more of the massive beasts flying around. Lieutenant Faina climbed on to the back of the one that nearly disemboweled me and took off. In the sky I heard a voice call out to me, "Ah Sir Knight! It's been a while."

I threw myself to the side again to dodge the claws of another bird and saw on its back the Golden Saber Commander Kuzma. I barely had time to get to my feet before I had to dodge another bird.

"Martina," I telepathically singled, "There's another group of birds up here. Some of them have Golden Saber riders. I can't deal with them alone, I'm falling back into the woods for cover. Come when you can."

"I'm finishing off the last of these birds now. They have no riders, it must have been a diversion. I'm on my way back now. Be careful."

I had to dodge and run all the way to the treeline, but I made it there intact.