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Centaur princess is best girl

Oh my god you actually used that

>>46084907
It kind of cements the fact we are starving for artfags.

any characters that wear sunglasses die

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>>46085089
You can't cage Johnny, Anon.

Everyone must be a ninja

>>46082212
Didn't Kozilek die?

>>46082212

This is some Lovecraft shit. This is the direction Innistrad is headed, towards the Inquisition/Innsmouth/Witcher kind of thing.

>>46082347
On Zendikar.

>>46080912
No

Post more orks though anyway

>>46080912
Yes.

/tg/ seemed to lose interest with them once their "blue grot" died.

>>46081234
Died? In what sense? Or just that she became less popular?

Anyway, as cute as she was, she was never the best part of the stories. She was the main character in one, right? Or was it a few?

>good exposition of the chapter, you quickly know their history, their members, their way of life, their culture

Why would you need exposition on the Ultramarines?

>>46080954
Because that's not the Ultramarines?

>>46080954
Lol this anon
>bu-but they are blue

>>46080606
>but don't have the determination to learn the rules and find a group to play with

Then you do not want to get into fantasy RPG's.

If you want to do it, OP, then you need to do it. Otherwise, you'll just sit in the corner and wonder why you're not having fun, not realizing that it's because you didn't actively look for it.

A (perhaps) worthwhile thread died for your lazy ass whining. Suck it up or piss off.

>>46080606

>learn the rules

That part is actually incredibly easy as long as you stay away from 3.PF and crunchy systems at the start.

>find a group to play with

Hard party, but easy enough if you have friends who may be interested or can find a game someone else is running. They can show you the ropes for that.

>>46080578
The moment LARPs came to exist, that line was already crossed.

>>46080578

The Theatre in the Round and Rolltastic Chartfest have always been the two poles of tabletop. You're seeing more rules-light storygames nowadays, but some of that is just advancement of game design itself leading to a fill-in of a previously threadbare niche.

>>46080645
so what will happen to tabletops in 10 years?

>>46080514

Stop accruing hit points at level 5 or so. Give anyone with full BAB half damage on a miss. This had the added bonus of making "stab it to death" remain a viable option a little later than usual.

>>46080514
Attacks now deal [BAB]X[Weapon damage] min 1x damage.

E.g. a level 3 fighter with a Longsword now deals 3d8+ Strength Modifier.

>>46080514

If you want fast combat, 3.5 is not for you.

Alternatively, end campaigns by level 5.

I'm not the kind of person who constantly whines about everything GW does, but it is kind of frustrating how they flip flop all the time.

First they say they're not a games company but a model company, then they churn out tons of board games and now bring back competitive play.

I mean, it's a smart idea, adding points to AoS and catering to the clearly present tournament-enjoying customer base, but why didn't you just do this shit in the first place instead of axing tournaments and fantasy points?

Like, I'm not about to praise GW for acting like a retard for years and then suddenly getting their act together. This is what they should have been doing in the first place. You know, the same shit every other successful miniatures games company has been doing since the start.

40k is absolute garbage for competitive play. Players constantly have to house rule shit that is and isn't allowed just to have a game that doesn't end in being tabled by whatever cheesy bullshit model GW are trying to shill that month.

For tight rules suitable for tournaments, there's stuff like Warmahordes and Dropzone Commander, suits the time constraints of tournament rounds so much better and at least an attempt is made to balance these games.

>>46081119

We just need to keep improving on the globally accepted house rules and fixing GW's retardation.

Pokemon is a complete shit game for competitive play too, but Smogon made it work. When you can turn a game that features Mewtwo and Rayquaza and turn it into a competitive system where the biggest complaints come down to 50/50 predictions and 10-30% chance of missing/being paralyzed/frozen, I think that's pretty good.

It just shows 40k can be made competitive you just need a shit ton of revisions.

Just leave the game then, anon.

Leave them, anon.

cool story, bro

Now just to wait and see what exactly is the deal with The Other Side.

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Well, turns out the chick is the old Red Joker card.

>>46080142
>I have no idea about the female on the right.
looks dead to me, I can see wings too. Resser Valkyrie confirmed

>>46079974

Never seen one of these before, I guess I'm still pretty new.

Rogue Trader?

>>46080203
i wish

>>46079470

https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=9QvShuDV3is

>>46079470
He's in a for a bad time. I don't sleep.

>>46079470
>I notice during my daily morning maintenance and prayer over my blade, assuming the tampering is not non-evil magic in nature
So...now what?

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You breathe out heavily. Your arms feel like they have hellfire coursing through the veins. Your fists are numb. Sweat pours down your face.

Gabby is bent over, hands on her knees, trying to recover. At some point during the fight she decided to take off her robe, you don't remember when.

The ground is littered with ripped up spell scrolls and wands reduced to useless sticks. Quissonce shakes out one last one, giving it to Ed to break in half and toss once she is unable to milk one last spell out of it.

“Hey Gabby,” you turn your head to her from where you're leaning against the broken battlements of the city.

“Yeah . . .” she takes a few more breaths, looking up at you. “ . . . Al?”

You laugh a bit to yourself. “I lost count.” Rowe comes up and takes the last of your arrows from your quiver.

Gabby chuckles through her body's attempt to force her into passing out. “Eh, me too. I probably won though, so lucky you.”

“I think we killed them all,” Gale remarks. You've certainly killed hundreds. This one choke point is filled completely with the redead, providing anywhere from a two-foot to five-foot walking path of bones and putrid flesh. There's going to be a lot of clean-up required in the coming days.

“Alright, the hobgoblins are pushing forward now. I believe it's time we make our exit,” Quissonce comments, pointing towards the amassed forces that have decided to sit patiently outside your walls while their nightmarish pets sought to weaken you. They do seem to be shifting their formation. But that doesn't seem to be an offensive pattern.

(Who is that?) you hear. You look over to Rowe and see her squinting off in the distance. You follow her vision to the area she's examining and make out the ripple in the formation of soldiers as they get out of the way of what looks to be a group of particularly large and burly skeletons. Like they come from much larger sapients.

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Wait. You look down at the dead zombies and skeletons you've dispatched. They look like human corpses. Yet none of the species you've met on this Island have heard of humans. That does not add up. How old are these undead?

“UGH!” Eve's outburst breaks you out of your thoughts. “I thought we'd be done. Who the fuck is that fruitcake?”

You look up. Striding out of the hobgoblins' vanguard is a man wearing very gaudy, black armor with a skull on its front. A horned helmet masks his face and he carries a large sword. He stands at the center of the formation of burly skeletons. He seems to gaze at your group, still as a statue for a long moment.

Then, almost mechanically, he begins to stride towards you, his cadre of skeletons accompanying him. You're pretty sure Ed whimpers.

Gabby stands tall and readies herself. “Alright boys and girls. Looks like it's time to fuck up The Master.”

Quissonce looks at Gabby, puzzled. “Are you sure that's him?”

“Look at how that faggot is dressed. Of course it's him.”

Quissonce shrugs. “Well Eve and I are out of everything.”

“Pull back,” Kyra speaks. “Backup incoming.”

As if on cue Dolah practically rushes into you. She takes a quick scan of you all before talking. “I apologize for being late. There was a very powerful devil in the sewers.” Funny, Dolah doesn't smell like she just came from a sewer. She points at the armored man striding towards you still. “That person is very evil.”

“Thanks pal,” Gabby replies sarcastically. “Really wasn't sure about that one. I was having a moral quandary about the whole situation.”

“Stop bantering.” Rowe states. “Start fighting.” She looses three arrows at The Master, but one of the big skeletons gets in the way and takes the onslaught of her attack, crumpling into a pile of bones. The Master simply walks through his deceased minion, crushing the skull under his booted heel.

You channel your last burst, leaving you bone dry of divine favor.

You eke out enough magical scraps from your blood to strengthen your muscles, leaving you bone dry of spells.

So unless you want to try giving this guy the touch and hoping he learns the importance of friendship or a better aesthetic, you're going to have to fight him the old-fashioned way.

>Draw your saber for this, full SCHWING
>Stick with your fists

AND

>Fight him head on
>Let Dolah do that, sneak attack
>Wrestle him to the floor with Gabby's aid then coup de grace
>Something else? (write-in)

And roll me 2d100, best of 3.

>>46076068
Nice blog, faggot.

>>46076130

It's relevant, faggot.

>>46076217
The only necessary part of your post is the question at the end.
Nobody cares about your made up dream.