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where is stilt man

>>46380019
>>Head in to eavesdrop

>>46380019
>Go in, but use a newspaper to hide your face
>Also, support your local newspaper. It's a dying medium!

>>46379404
>Trader: The open road is your home, the clattering of carts and wagons your lullaby. You live for your next big sale and are actually rather proud of your skill at it. However, the unreasonable taxes, tariffs and fees that the government imposes on all goods transported through the lands puts you in a sour mood. You're charismatic, charming and quick-witted to boot. Few can resist your offers, and you even have a bit of experience defending yourself from bandits, but you usually leave it to hired mercenaries. If money and schmoozing aren't involved however, you're woefully helpless. You have nice clothes and a hold-out pistol to start.

>Criminal: Stealing, violence, smuggling and all other forms of crime are right up your alley. You've never lived by anyone's rules but your own and you like it that way. It's no shock to find yourself in and out of prison, especially if it helps to further your anarchistic goals of causing chaos for the ruling bodies. You're a bit of a jack of all trades, knowing a decent amount of everything, including where to go to fence goods or buy illegal ones. However, you're not particularly good at any one thing. You begin with (stolen) light armor, a pistol and knife to begin with.

>>46379410
Hey AM, good to see this is a thing! Any particular setting you're basing it off?

that being said

>Trader

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>>46379404
>Farmer

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Ironclaw has a good system. Calculate the total damage an attack does then apply all status effects from that and lesser amounts of damage. If a character is already suffering from a status effect, nothing happens when it is applied a second time.

>>46377602
Seems kinda interesting, but all I can really see is death spirals.

>>46377602

It's theoretically okay system, but it's shit when it tells the player how their character feels and doesn't fit all systems. There are plenty of characters that when injured in combat go into an autistic frenzy and fight that much harder or simply don't give a fuck.

Other than that, I like it.

The problem is that since they're so human like they all look like persistence hunters. Just really awkward ones.

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>>46375390
>What sort of primitive hunting techniques do you think defined the early evolution of the other main fantasy races?

Their gods waved their hands and created the races just as they appear.

Just like how humans appeared.

Ha ha, you thought you could have fun in this thread but you were wrong

>>46375197
Miellewds-guy here.

>>46375197
here

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>>46375351
>>46375250

Howdy

Alright, I was thinking about having a Stella PoV today, but we can continue with research and such if you guys prefer.

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Lets start with this informative magazine.

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>>46375044
>you must wait 1 second

>>46375021
What equipment did you need to fabricate this? Did you require access to a machine shop? The action looks too precise to be smithed in a garage. Is the barrel rifled or smoothbore? How did you mic it properly?

>>46374953

You're all working in a Tavern, what kinda fuck-ups did you do in your life to end up here?

>>46374953
So you're in a brothel.

>>46374953
The tavern is on fire and it's not your fault.

Ser Lucas Longwaters rounds again as you re-enter the grandstand for the final round of the day, he looks haggard, the way he drops his shattered lance is without the same fervor as before. His opponent meanwhile, Ser Bennard Brune looks as fresh as spring, your own Knight Ser Aden Brune and his younger brother had informed you the Heir to House Brune of Brownhollow would be competing, you had suspected he would in the second day. Most of the first had been dedicated to Hedge Knights and Knights of lower standing, the second was where the Lords and previous Champions would come out in force. You watch Wesley finish his last pass of the day, neither man being dismounted but being awarded the victory on points. He looks relieved as he slouches off his horse, nearly falling over into Orion’s arms. Dontos, Quentyn, and Ser Stevron Staunton all had fared well enough for the remainder of the day and won out, not surprising regarding Dontos or Quentyn, but you were surprised by the skill of Ser Stevron, a dark horse upon the first day no doubt. The three of them wait before the grandstands, Wesley joining them to watch another pass from Lucas and Bennard.

“Ser Lucas looks to be on his last legs,” Obella remarks, watching him waver.

You nod, casting an eye to the stands where Lord Argor and Lady Racheal Conklyn sit, you can see the look of concern fully upon Lucas’ wife’s face. It wasn’t unusual for a Champion to go down the first day, even more so the second, you had seen it before, it was a difficult task to go through the gauntlet of challengers with little reprieve between. Lucas for his part held up better than you had expected, and he straightens when it is time for another pass, they were tied three lances a piece.

Lucas digs into his horse, the golden courser you had gifted him for winning the Melee, his opponent doing the same, settling into a gallop far quicker than your friend. Ser Bennard’s form is tight, and his lance well placed, Lucas’ begins to slip as he attempts to lock it in, leaning far too much to one side. When they meet Lucas’ lance barely scraps against Bennard’s shield, harmlessly deflecting to the side, meanwhile Bennard’s lance digs firmly into Lucas’ breastplate, and in an instant it is over. Lucas tumbles to the ground in a heap, the crowd gasps to see the local favorite unhorsed so decisively. You lean forward on instinct, watching Lucas’ body, and are relieved when he rolls over under his own power, flinging his helmet off in a partial rage and want for air. Grant Conklyn rushes over to him with a handful of pages and squires and help your Knight up. And just like that you were down to three, a squire begins to take down Lucas’ shield, and replace it with the brown paw of House Brune, as you watch you can’t help but to think this complicated things further. Ser Bennard Brune travels to your grandstand, dismounting and bowing deeply before you as the herald calls for an end of the day just as dusk had begun to mount in the sky.

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You find yourself alone in the center of a circle of Lords and Ladies of the Realm, the band quiet for the moment, you cast an eye about watching carefully until you see Quentyn and Obella. Your brother-in-law is escorting his sister into the grand hall, her dress now a flowing gold, the same as your horses, over her shoulder is your cloak, the black and purple reminding you that this was indeed a reality. You can’t help but smile broadly as they approach, the crowd’s eyes trained upon her, as they part for her to come to you for your first dance. Quentyn stops upon the cusp of the circle, his sister patting his hand before coming to you as the music to play.

She takes your offered hand and you step into a slow waltz, the voiceless music calling for such. The crowd cheers, and Obella looks up to you, drinking in your wildfire with her pools of blue. The fire in your heart that had been quenched so long ago feels the spark of kindling again, in time you felt it could be the roaring fire it once was. The music slowly evolves to something a bit faster paced and those of the crowd begin to join in your dance, Obella is passed off to Dontos, who for once looks comfortable with a woman and you find yourself dancing with Lady Elsa Dayne, your wife’s mother. You can see where Obella gets her beauty from, the eyes in particular. She is graceful, even in her older age, and is speaks to you in parts, thanking you for bringing her family back together, even if for a moment.

The night continues on, feasting, drink, and dance. You indulge in a single glass of wine for the night, toasting with Quentyn for his speech to new brothers. Otherwise you enjoy the sober company of your wife, pausing only briefly to thank well wishers, and briefly chat with those that requested it. Nothing of too great import. Your high table to similar to the other night, though you find yourself attempting to ignore Lady Mellario of Norvos and Lady Lysa Tully moreso than before. You wished to push the thoughts to the back of your mind for the moment, a harder task sans wine. Upon the completion of the final meal you hear the band winding up, a soft subtle sound as the build to a crescendo, Obella looks to you being very much aware of the purpose of the music herself, out the corner of your eye you catch your guests beginning to rise, oh Westerosi tradition.

You know, on thinking about it, I don't think I ever have mixed up the antagonists like that. I might have to try it.

>>46372371
Mind sharing with the rest of the Class?

>>46374403
Yay there are a lot of interesting way of doing so.
Like lets say a group of vampires are investigating what appears to be clear sighting of Belial's Brood only to come face to face with Bale Hounds instead.

This didn't happen but sure, what rule did you break?

>>46374154
Swap your sheet with his notes or another players sheet. Then eat it and walk out anyways.

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>>46374154
What's the rule, though either way I'd just leave if he's that mich of a power hungry fag.

Bath time. Lets get our body and cloths cleaned in the river. We're probably not the best looking right now.

>>46373895

You head out of the cave and take a short walk to where you heard the stream.

It isn't very deep, but you could probably get yourself cleaned up in it.

You wash the dried blood off from your injury this morning, and take your spare clothes out of the backpack, ready to change into them when you're done cleaning off. You think you can see a small wooden bridge in the distance up the stream, but it could just be a log from where you're looking.

Your reflection tells you that your hair's a tangled mess. Your stomach kind of rumbles.

>>46373987

Wash our hair/search for grub in the river.

Probably not, judging from the image. He doesn't seem to understand that subjective opinions on roleplaying games are not the same thing as objective facts about historical weaponry.

>>46373332
Well, the tl;dr version of the video is basically: Just roll the damn die, and don't be that guy who drags out every encounter because he has to look up every modifier, stat, penalty, etc. before he even rolls.

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I get what he's saying, but this sort of thing hasn't happened much in the groups I've played in. People either just know all the modifiers and bonuses they have before they pick up the die because they've been playing for years or they roll the die right away and add the modifiers afterwards.

But yeah, if I was gaming with someone who played like this I would ask them to pick up the pace as well. Rolling attack and damage at the same time if a big help, for example.

There might need to be an updated chart after this thread:

>>46372404

>>46373233
well go on, what's stopping you?

>>46373287

I won't have access to my Photoshop computer for awhile. Anyway, does anyone with more time on their hands than me want to start a game?

>>46372630
>(I troll u)

Pretty sure there's a global rule about shit like that, m8.

>>46372630
Because i'd only play a bard if i could sing or play an instrument
Both i cannot

>>46372630
Because Bards can't get Portent.

Dolphins
Mantas
Octopuses
Tardigrada

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>>46372404
Dinosaur folk.

Would be interesting to make a less human giant race. Raptor people work too, but they might end up being too much like gnolls or lizardmen. Maybe they could be really intelligent, cooperative, but also tribal and fractious.

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>>46372404

Naked mole-rats.

They look bisarre, their nakedness would give them a good reason to actually wear clothes. Due to their eusocial nature their societies would evolve some cool caste-states which would be biologically enforced.
Their nature would mean that they would live in exotic underground cities in dangerous and probably sparsely populated regions.

Oh, and they lack pain sensivity in their skin, which for fantasy reasons could be extended to a general lack of pain which would make them dangerous opponents in battle.