Are Soul Drinkers the dumbest space marine chapter?
>>45995825
On par with their gene origins.
>>45995825
Yeah, they're definitely a contender for most retarded, along with the Space Wolves, Night Lords, and Carcharodons
>>45996708
>Night Lords
Post an image of your character and a brief description of their current profession, situation and/or status.Your character wakes up to find him/herself inhabiting the body and world of the character above yours. How do they react and what do they do?
>Infamous catburglar equipped only with a high-tech bow and some handy gadgets, hunted by law enforcement and underworld crime rings alike, currently being blackmailed into pulling off an insanely risky heist because her pet lizard is being held hostage
>Son of a well known noble family sent off to acquire fame and fortune and to learn his place in the world. Well versed in sword and bows, tracking targets, and talking his way into and out of trouble. Currently taking on an investigative mission into a magical forest to lay low because he was forced to defend himself in the city
>>45991713
Already good with bows, stealth, and diplomacy/deception. He would probably do alright in his new. Stay the course for this mission as not to arouse suspicion and then find a way back to his own body. Failing that, try to fix his reputation with one side and use them as a smokescreen against the other.
>>45991890
>that image
RIP thread
>>45991890
It's over
What combination of race&class would make the bestfather figure
Orc Paladin
Gnome Wizard
>>45991130
Human monk
Previous Threads: http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/archive.html?searchall=Valkyrie+Quest
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You are Sarah Karlsen, Valkyrie of Sweden, and daughter of Odin.
Presently, you're confused.
You stare at the stone in your hand, turning it over as you run your thumb over the surface. It's smooth and cool to the touch, unremarkable for the most part, but you can't help but sense something...more.
"I had thought the last of these had been used or destroyed," Orek murmurs, lost in his thoughts. "To think there are still some in existence, let alone in the hands of the Order..."
"So, what is it?" You ask, looking up at him.
"Near the end of the war we'd lost too many of our veteran Valkyries, with fewer and less to train and manage the new arrivals," Orek explains. "A Valkyrie's power grow over time, but time was something we did not have. So, we looked for other options. Something to speed the process along, so to speak. The best idea we came upon were these."
"Self-contained energy, held within the stone," Sigmund notes, fluttering down to the table between the two of you. "Clever."
"That's right," Orek nods. "Our most elder and powerful Valkyries diverted a portion of their power, with the help of those like myself, to store energy for upcoming recruits. I have no real estimate of how many we produced, but I know the majority were used, with much of the remainder destroyed by the Allies. They worked as a mild booster to the abilities of new Valkyries, allowing for quicker mastery of their skills."
(Cont.)
>>45989120
"So I can use it to help make me stronger?" You ask, frowning. "So...why did the doctor give it to me?"
The doctor hesitates to speak at first, pondering his answer.
"That, I'm afraid, is something I cannot answer," Orek admits, offering only a shrug. "However, it appears unharmed and in pristine condition. No matter Khoren's reasoning for giving it to you, this would do well to help you prepare for the road ahead."
"Begging your pardon," Sigmund added, head bowing. "The power in that stone lost much of its allegince once it departed from its host. Now it's in a raw form, easily conforming to anyone attempting to absorb it. I'd wager it could put me one step closer to being more than just a distraction to the crew."
Orek clearly had other ideas about such a suggestion, but he offered no comment. Sigmund, for his part, waited patiently for an answer, wings twitching ever so often.
>Use it for yourself.
>Hold onto it for now.
>Give it to Sigmund.
>>45989130
>Hold onto it for now.
>>45989130
>Hold onto it for now.
As a programmer, what cool /tg/ related program could I make?
>>45988645
Character generator, that generates, class, stats, backstory and everything needed.
Chapter Master 2.0
Very extensive custom dice calculator that lets you punch in shit like x wing dice and give you results.
The rest of your hospital stay passes in the blink of an eye. When you finally check out, you find that the SCU has footed the bill as promised. Even if they hadn’t, you have the sneaking suspicion that a certain Fokir CEO would have done so. Such are the benefits of playing both sides of the coin. But that could change in the coming days. You might end up choosing one over the other if only to stop having to walk that dangerous tightrope between them. It really comes down to what Qwin has in store for you. She’s likely the only option you have to continue straddling the line and live.
Needless to say, you’re both wary and nervous of what’s to come. Such paranoia is what’s kept you alive this long. It’s why you’re almost entirely convinced that there’s a fourth player in the mix that’s trying to get Fokir and the SCU to openly fight with one another, with you being the catalyst. Said fourth party is your primary concern for the time being, especially now that you’re starting to get leads on who they might be.
Twitter: @ELHMk1
Archive Link:
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Character Sheet & NPC References:
https://docs.google.com/spreadsheets/d/1rzrQLrCE99M_fOu_RDG9zz5pemWhc_DPqXNOIv9kOuc/edit?usp=sharing
As we’re using a simplified Traveller system most rolls 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).
To be clear: Rolls DO NOT count until they are called for. And not every DC/Modifier will be shown. Choices with checks on them may not always be highlighted or obvious.
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.
Thanks for sticking with me through this reboot. I’m sure there will be some bumps, 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.
>>45987806
In the time it takes you to return to your apartment and take a much needed shower, you receive several new messages. Your VI happily displays them before you using your apartment’s built-in holo-projectors. The first is from Mariet of the SCU:
> “Weldon. Looked into Soong’s accounts. He had quite a few offshore and more than a handful of dummies. Best I can tell, he and the others were paid in bearer bonds up front. Nothing else really explains the in-person deposits over the course of a week. So no dice there. However, one of my old Lancer buddies tells me that a friend of a friend has a contact looking to hire Lancers for an anti-Fokir job. It may not be related at all, but it might be worth looking into. The Chief’s probably going to send someone regardless. Might as well be you, right? Hope you’re doing well. -M”
The next is from Aria:
> “Hi James. Valeriya turned up something rather interesting. It seems as though Hesnos is openly hiring Lancers for jobs here in Ocrania. Said jobs run the gambit, but I’m willing to bet more than a few are aimed at Fokir and me. As they say, turnabout is fair play. If you’re interested, I’ll let you head up a team or two to remind Hesnos why they’re nothing but a minor nuisance. Regardless, if you’re free this coming Friday, I’d like to take you out for dancing and dinner. Just let me know~”
Finally, there’s a very short blurb from an anonymous sender who you assume is Qwin:
> “Will stop by later tonight.”
“Wow,” remarks your VI. “You’ve only just got back and your plate’s already full. What are you going to do?”
> cont
>>45987832
You have most of the day free at the moment. Technically you’re not due back to work for the SCU for a few days, but showing up early might let you follow up on Mariet’s lead. Then again, if Aria’s message is correct, then you already know who might be behind it. Taking her angle would kill two birds with one stone. Last, but not least, you have to consider Qwin in all this. She might have something completely unrelated for you to do. Or maybe she’s just coming by because she’s bored. Hard to say, given that you’ve only spoken with her twice thus far.
> [1] Go to work (SCU)
> [2] Reply favorably to Aria’s message
> [3] Wait around until Qwin shows up
> [4] Write in
So, I think I have been shoehorned into my GM's Magical Realm.
>End of session
>Party camping in forest
>My paladin PC goes to collect firewood before retiring for the night.
>Approached by woman with red eyes and a black dress
>Alone in the dark, the justice vision happens
>Overpowering Aura
>Fuck
>Attempt to yell for help
>Silenced
>Fuck
>Am informed a one on one session is happening
Session happened yesterday. Long story short, he's tied up naked in her bedroom full of undead skeletons
>>45985941
I foresee some non-tabletop roleplaying ahead of you. Have fun!
"Hey, I'm not cool with what you're doing with my character."
>>45985941
I know that feel, bro. My monk got raped by a cleric of lamashtu and her minion for two straight days until the party came back for me.
>be me
>first time dm
>playing d&d 3.5
>4 player party
>they ask "what classes are we allowed to play?"
>be fuking stupid
>answer "any class thats on the dnd wiki homebrew page!"
>next week
>they bring their character sheets
>a gunslinger
>ok
>a swordmage
>ok
>a necromancer
>ok
>a DBZ Warrior
>what
>i say its fuking stupid
>he says that i allowed it
>the party agrees
>rest of the game he spend spamming kamehameha's
>tfw
>>45985555
>be me
>agree to DM for some friends
worst decision I ever made
>invite new player to come play
>spend a few hours the day before with him making a character
>explain the game and how to play
>he's digging it makes a human fighter
>comes the next day and is surprisingly good at roleplay
>start him half a level behind the party
>the guy who knows close to everything about mechanics and battles gets into a disagreement
>end up getting into a fight ingame
>this wizard basically stomps in the fighters face after rolling a few lucky 20's
>refuses to stop once he's past 0
>basically kills the new guy straight up
>i say that he's just unconscious and can be healed
>veteran player yells at me saying "if it wasnt a new guy theyd be dead to"
>refuses to play until this new guys character is dead
>veteran starts packing up saying he is leaving the group if he isnt dead.
>new guy has been sitting there silently for the past 20 minutes as we were arguing.
>im visibly upset at the display that has unfolded in front of the party
>rest of the party quiet and not wanting to push the veteran guy anymore
>new guy ends up leaving after i apologize profusely
>after he leaves i go sit back down
>veteran super smug face looks at me and chuckles
>ask him wtf was that
>"my character doesnt like humans"
>literally the first time this has been brought up after a year of playing
>im dumbfounded and dont play with them again for a month
>be me
>running adventure-puzzle game for about 12 friends online
>half stop posting after the first few days
>a further half drop out after a week
>left with like 3 players left
>one is incompetent
>the other two find something new, leave that entire branch, and then pretend that they are at a dead end
Like, it may be my game design, but still. It's frustrating when players actively ignore things I've put so much emphasis on, and leave literal blank spots on their maps as if the corridor just randomly ends where their sight does. Even more so when people won't even stay active enough to get past the introduction.
What are good metal song titles that a magical girl could use as attack names?
All I've come up so far are Ride the Lightning, Hell's Bells and Holy Diver.
Feuer frei! or Sonne could work
>>45985477
If you want to go full ultimate power, I'm partial to Destroyer of the Universe.
>>45985477
JoJo thread?
I want to run a game with a setting sort of like Shadowrun, but without needing 500 dice and such a complicated rule set.
What are some other near-futuristic tabletop rpgs?
GURPS
>>45985338
here cummer
>>45985338
Magic or no?
Look at the Imperium and all you will see is decay and unavoidable doom is this what you want to fight for? It claims to protect humanity but what is their definition of humanity? Rich nobles and Ecclesiarchy? A common citizen can't fluorish and on some planets he is no better than a slave, a common citizen can be killed in broad daylight and these so called law enforcers won't lift a finger, superstition and fear rules over his life and he prays to corpse of a man who would be horrified if he saw what happened to his Imperium. Chaos on the other hand allows even the poorest to not only reach but exceed their potential no longer being held back by Inquisition that sees every uprgade as ''sinful mutation''. The choice is obvious.
TL:DR Imperium is shit, burn your space marines and IG figures.
>>45985222
T. Alberto Hereticus
>>45985222
The poor serve a purpose just like any functioning society. It's true that money and title matters not to chaos, however strength of body and mind do, which is equally unfair. Unless you are a csm or a pysker you have little hope of being anything other than a slave, daemon food, or a sacrifice. At least in the guard you get slightly better food and a small possibility of retirement.
>>45985222
Still better than extinction.
Your name is ...
Your name is ...
Damn it! No matter how much you try, you can't remember your own name. Or anything else for that matter.
The harder you try to recall your past, the more fragmented it gets. At first you could recall where you are in relation to other places. Now all you know for sure is that you are somewhere in Berlin. The fact that the city is in ruins makes navigating even harder. You recall bombings, but who did it or why, that's another story. Yesterday you had to take shelter in a building that definately looks like it was hit by an explosion. The walls are scorched, the windows are all broken or non-existent and the ceiling has more cracks and holes in it than intact parts, so it doesn't offer much protection from the rain. Regardless of these details you had no choice but to rest here, you were too exhausted from the hunger to keep searching.
You awoke roughly an hour ago and since then you were trying to figure out what is going on, without much success.
Deciding not to force the matter, least you lose even more memories, you instead try to recall the events of the past three days, that for some reason you have no trouble with, as much as you wish otherwise.
The first image is the worst, a young girl's body ruined beyond belief. She couldn't have been more than thirteen years old and she was just lying on the street and for some reason you knew it was your doing. Such a bizarre sight, made even stranger by the fact that noone seemed to notice it. You were screaming for help and pleading your innocence inbetween the moments you had to pause for air. Roughly five to ten minutes passed by the time you calmed down and realised that noone seemed to be able to see or hear neither you nor the girl. You were confused and affraid, so you did the only logical thing you could come up with and ran as fast as you could, trying to get away from that grizzly scene.
You kept running at a breakneck pace, until you came across the river Spree where you finally saw your reflection. The sight was terrifying, your form was unlike anything you have ever witnessed. It was so outlandish you had trouble figuring out just what you could compare it to. Your body looked like that of a giant bipedal lizard complete with a large tail, which looked more like an alligators than a squamatas. On your face a porcelaine white mask, which looked as if an axolotl went down a different evolutionary road and became an apex predator, complete with the three pair of gill stalks at your temples.
And to top it all off, you now appear to have a hole in your chest, not a wound but a perfect circle which seems to run through your torso, right in the middle where your heart should be. It doesn't hurt in the conventional way but it definately feels wrong, like a piece of you is missing.
The scary part is that until you saw your image in the water you didn't even realise your body was so twisted, it felt as natural as if you were born with it.
After this revelation you started running once more until you reached the collapsed factory in which you reside now, you haven't made a sound nor did you even sit down to think things through, you just felt exhausted and spent the last three days either in a dreamless sleep, or awakening to find your body still deformed, and quickly going back to sleep.
You were content with this course of action, you had no desire going out, too many confusing things happened to you and you felt lost.
But now something has changed, something completely different is dominating your thoughts now, hunger.
And now as your mind is focused on this empty feeling, you start to think about the little girl again, but this time with yearning, you want to consume that little girls body.
No, not body but soul.
Yes, now you remember, you have died and so did the little girl, then you consumed what remained of her, her eternal soul.
So this is the afterlife? What a great joke this is, if this is true! No eternal paradise, or damnation but this!
At any rate you have to do something with this hunger and fast, you don't want to find out if you die in the afterlife.
> Start walking aimlessly until you find what you are looking for.
> Ghosts live in graveyards, right?
> Go back where the little girl was.
> You feel like going someplace else. (write-in)
Question time:
>What is this?
A quest set in the “Bleach” universe
>Chargen?
No
>Who are we?
A freshly reborn hollow
>Nameing issues
I'll use the names given in the manga, following Japanese convention (family names first). In case of german or spanish I'll use their naming convention.
>Dice rolls?
After figuring out what option has won I'll give a dice prompt. Usually rolls will be 3d10 against a set target, first three considered. To succeed, the best of the first three responses must have two passing rolls. A critical success requires three passing rolls. If the best result is one pass, the action fails. If nobody rolls anything that passes, the result is a critical failure. Other die rolls that deviate from this will be explained on a case by case basis.
>I have other questions...
Ask them and I'll answer to the best of my capabilities
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You always liked your right eye. You wouldn't necessarily say it was your favourite, but it was certainly up there in the top two. Now, though, you're just glad you're not near any kind of mirror.
Faced with the stuff of nightmares, it was only the product of sheer chance that left you with one intact eye. Had you clawed just a little deeper, digging your fingers that little harder into your own flesh, you would have been left with an empty socket rather than just the seeping wounds you have instead. They ache and sting, burning bars of pain into your mind as you walk, but the simple fact that you CAN still see is somehow soothing. You can see, and you haven't lost your mind.
Not completely, at least. You're honest enough to realise that your encounter here, in the deepest part of the mines, came very close to pushing you over the edge. All this, everything that occurred here in Pit Progress, was due to an anomaly, a god that should never have existed.
A god that doesn't exist, now. You saw to that.
>>45984028
As you're pressing on towards the surface, struggling against the pain and fatigue that weighs down your body, you notice something odd. The miners have vanished, the open rock they had been slaving away at left abandoned and deserted. You couldn't say why – in the time it takes you to walk a dozen paces, you've considered just as many ideas. A prisoner revolt, perhaps, or a violent purge on Kurasu's orders. Maybe there is no deeper meaning – the convicts have merely been taken back to their cells for now, to keep them under guard.
It hardly matters. Pausing only to tear off a long strip of fabric from your shirt and bandage your head – more to hide the grotesque wound than anything else – you march on. When you hear some small sign of life – footsteps, coming from the entrance of the mines – you slow your pace and ease your pistol from the holster. Better safe than sorry. The scurrying figure that emerges, though, is no threat to you. The young guard that led you here, looking as nervous and harried as the first time you saw him.
“You!” he cries, “You're... alive? I was expecting-”
What, you ask as he falls into a deliberate silence, he was expecting to run across your body down here? The fact that he can't answer, or even meet your eye, is all the confirmation you need. Sighing, you prepare to push past him.
“Wait,” he insists, “I was told... if you were alive, if I could find you alive, Kurasu requested a moment of your time.”
Requested, you repeat, not demanded or ordered?
“I think, uh...” the young guard falters, “I think he's realised how bad things are, here. The townsfolk, also, sent up a representative. Both sides feel negotiations might go more smoothly if you're there.”
Maybe, just maybe, you can salvage something from this mess.
>Fine. I'll humour him
>No way. I'm done with him, I'm leaving
>Other
>>45984032
>>Fine. I'll humour him
Lets talk things over.
>>45984032
Take Milo with us. We can give him a better life at the nameless temple
you just cast a wild spell, roll a d10000 to find the result.
Rolled 9587 (1d10000)
>>45983741
>>45983785
>nearest paladin thinks he's committed a terrible sin
>the party get caught in bad weather and are forced to stay in a roadside inn until it passes
What happens next?
Absolutly nothing, just let the party drive themself insane looking for something to happen.
We unload the barrel of ale we have stored on our party cart, sit around the fire drinking ale and talking about stories from our character backgrounds.
The innkeeper is actually a murderess and a religious fanatic. If any of the party belong to a religion other than her own, she will attempt to kill them either through poisoning or in their sleep.