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>>45966992
Extendable monomolecular whip-swords. That cut through walls like they're made of paper.

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>>45966992
RULES OF NATURE

Well, their shields emit very strong EMP/spacemagicbblast which jams all guns so they can close in and engage in honourable mêlée

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>>45966735
The last people to become deep sea divers.

>King & Son's Oceanic Surveying Co. folded late in the year, unable to stave off the debts incurred by constant delays. The delays were caused by a disturbing casualty rate among the deep sea divers; they simply stopped returning to the surface. The company's assets and few remaining dive suits were sold to a competing group. They scrubbed off the suits' distinctive crown logos and immediately put them to good use in successful dives arranged in the same previously unlucky waters.

>During the course of these new untroubled ventures two divers working at the absolute limit of safe diving depth happened upon a building of sorts; some type of oppressive colonnade sheltering a row of seated figures. A tentative investigation discovered that within the building were seated the drowned remains of the missing divers, chained in stone thrones. In front of each corpse drifted bundles of kelp, crustacean meat and other seemingly edible offerings. The dead diver's bodies themselves were coated in a thick layer of silt, with the exception of the still shining, as though regularly polished, stylised crown markings on the dive suit's outer plating.

>Upon return, with the intent of winching up the men's remains for proper burial, it was revealed that the entire submerged building had seemingly collapsed, dragging most of everything down with it into an unfathomable trench below.

Is it a fantasy setting?
Bobbit Worm Hydra
Horse sized mantis shrimp
Japanese Spider Crab with a knife

>>45967180
Es fantasy, si.

>>45966337
It's popular.

>>45966337
Masters of none.

Because Marines are the most boring part about Warhammer.

I'd rather be literally any other army.

Rolled 3, 5 = 8 (2d10)

>>45966136
Eh, why not...

>>45966136
2d20 (numbered 1-20) can never roll a 1, just by virtue of the fact that there are two dice being rolled

>>45966213
Your hobo is constantly aroused.

>>45965680
So a literal Demigod of war decided to sit his ass in the middle of some shit alley?

I guess we just leave him be, or try to hire him...

Brick the fucking alley up obviously.

Maybe leave a flap for food.

Offer to recruit him. Someone with such conviction and devotion - invulnerability aside - would make a pretty damn useful asset, a lieutenant or stalwart defender who leads from the front in further conquests.

If he refuses, assuming he's literally not abandoning his defensive position at all, I guess I'd just send out a construction team, guarded by a small squad of skirmishers or something, to just fucking pave over and brick up all of the entrances and exits of the building.

Dude can have his fucking position if he wants it, but if the goddamn hero king wants you to stay out of his zone, you'd best do what he says.

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Old but good.

Where I fall ten more shall take my place!
And one-hundred each of them!
So strike me down! I am the harbinger!
-Ollanius Pius

I really like the story of a simple guardsman stepping between Horus and the wounded Emperor.

>>45964739
Where was that from? I remember the character but not the exact source.

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>>45964357

The vast majority of the next few days are spent alternatively in transit and buried in research. You test your new Recall totem by willing yourself across the aether to Eluneia. Once there you drop in on Tybald and Jun, checking up on your friends and alerting Tybald to the meeting you have planned a few days hence. He agrees make haste for Grisoch under the pretense of a hiking trip abroad. You tell him Jun is invited, but he doubts she will be able to attend. Her familial duties to the city keep her well occupied.

Your research bears unexpectedly succulent fruit. Your primary avenues are into two topics: The seal currently nested in Elana's eyes and the rumors and patterns of the Tyrant Wyrm. For the former you ensconce yourself in Ayren's library, poring over any notes that seem like they could date back to your early childhood. The oldest, dustiest shelves in the library are raided to little avail until Amal uncovers a thin leatherbound journal tucked away atop one of the taller shelves.

You learn that the seal is powered by a number of totems scattered around the village and a not insignificant reservoir of Ayren's personal spiritual power. Insured to work in the event of his demise, the totems maintain a sympathetic geomantic seal over the whole of the Grisoch area that coresponds with a small totem implanted beneath Elana's skin shortly after her birth. Disruption of any of these piecemeal could prove disastrous, but by bringing Elana to the totems scattered abroad and working with her to destabilize the lingering magics you could theoretically degrade the seals at a safe pace, allowing her to come to terms with her abilities on her own terms.
(cont.)

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>>45964373

Your research into the Wyrm is primarily worked from Azeo Sicros. Hesheza Zahn brings you higher in the fortress than you have ever dared tread, revealing to you one of his most treasured tools: An array of crystalline panes and ley-line focusers not dissimilar to the chamber in your meditations. The Occularum is one part scrying lens, one part spiritual focusing chamber. The use of it is incredibly taxing—you nearly pass out the first time Zahn attunes you to the periphery crystals—but it allows you to throw your perception far and wide in search of traces of your quarry. Through the Occularum you learn that the Wyrm still roams the far-flung deserts of Asolaria, though the meat-poor climate of the dunes seems to be agitating it to head elsewhere.

So entranced are you by your research, you nearly forget about the meeting you yourself have called. Boand gently pings the Whirlpool Pearl, speaking through the nacre to inform you that Saeri and the Pointsmari surveying drones have made an appearance to the northwest. You ride out to meet them atop Auspicious Rest. The drones are spirits—a pair of mushroom-ridden earth spirits and a trio of hulking metallic machines whom you can only assume are a set of the Iron General's proxies. Saeri is overjoyed to see you, flinging her arms around you the instant you settle to a stop.

The next day sees the arrival of Tybald from the Brush, escorted by a nervous Siperco to the gates of the village. Clad in all the regalia of the Hawk but his suffocating helm, Tybald stands out nearly as badly as Saeri does in your humble village. You quickly arrange lodgings for them in one of the few unoccupied homes at the edge of town, installing totems as best you can to make their brief stay a comfortable one.

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>>45964395

Though you had your doubts he would manifest, Avasi does make a return on the agreed-upon date. He streaks through the sky overhead, clad in a corona of whistling sunfire, before making an ostentatious landing on a nearby peak. With Tybald, Saeri, and Quinn in tow you ride out to meet him. He not-so-cordially refuses to join you within the walls of Grisoch, opting to wield the holy edge of Illithuvia with an immaculate craftsman's arm to carve out a temporary shelter and planning chamber in the side of one of the Ikrin peaks. Quinn and Tybald are impressed, while Saeri seems to be disappointed that such power would be squandered so wastefully.

Your planning meeting is less a strategy discussion and more an information-pooling exercise. Avasi is able to contribute a shockingly detailed history of the Wyrm's movements over the past few months, tracing a map for your of the kingdom of Asolaria. You reveal the plans you have crafted with Zahn's help: A ballista of grand scale, capable of firing bolts of spiritually-nullifying crystal at breathtaking speeds over the distance of nearly a mile, though only truly accurate within half that distance. Requiring tendons and sinew from a dozen dangerous beasts, wood from the heart of trees only present across the veil, and a significant stock of null-aspected crystal, the designs are ambitious. Still, Zahn is confident that piercing the Wyrm's hide with at least two bolts of null-aspected crystal will be enough to suppress its murderous aura and hypernatural resilience long enough for the three of you to work in concert and slay the beast.

Saeri offers Pointsmar-produced alternatives to the inner mechanisms of the ballista, while Avasi volunteers to serve the inenviable role of the hunter for the sinew and reinforcing scales of several shallows-dwelling oceanic predators.

>>45964143
Nice crop dude

>>45964172
Thanks

>>45964143

This might be the worst OP in /tg/ blood bowl history.

>>45963629

>in chain
>my adversary is in full flate

why can't I run, again?
>because reasons, anon

yeah, no.

>no really, REASONS

a spear.
/thread

>>45963629
Anything with longer reach that doesn't restrict mobility too much.
The other guy is better defended so I would need to take advantage of better mobility from lighter armor

>>45963629
Shield and a warhammer. Bludgeon the shit out of him before he can end you.

>>45963667

Spear is literally useless against full plate in a duel

>Bruce is constantly rules lawyering
>Clark is a powergaming faggot
>so is J'onn
>Diana is That Girl
>Barry is pretty cool
>Arthur rolled up ANOTHER druid

Such is life when you're Forever GL.

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>>45963172
>Forever GL

>>45963060
>The Joker is playing a CE assassin-bard again
The only time he did CE well was in the Dark Night campaign

Next time don't post a loli.

>>45962981
Didn't think it was a loli, was the only image that could describe my mental process (as I do feel a tad durrr hurrr about this)

7th Sea. 3.5 D&D is wildly dysfunctional for anything less than four players, and Deathwatch is a team game about being fuckups together.

>>45962850

>Oihan along with the stormtroopers manages to turn the ice comet into smaller fragments. In their case their mining ship would have massive bladed chains the size of buses that they would have to guide with the help of jetpacks, when the comet became completely entangled the chains would start to spin and pull while the main drill starts to eject and completely turns the massive space rock into nothing more than gravel. Another ships nearby would use different exotic methods to do the same like using magnets or gargantuan bucket wheel excavators.

>As they finish their mission they manage to escape and see the Salamander Battle Barge pushing the biggest comet of them all into the forge world, several other ships are pushing more meteoroids and the ones who cannot be piloted anymore are using heavy ordnance to create explosions that manage to push hundreds of smaller meteors.

>Several green beams of energy coming from Gauss Pylons and Necron voidships try to stop those rocks but they are simply too many and too big to be effectively deterred and at the end they make planetfall, the smaller rocks turn into water from the mere friction and the bigger ones end melting after the crash, they altogether manage to create enough water to stop the Chronorganic Oxydizer and finally stop the deadly orange mist

>We would now change to a new character called Varenciah, the daughter of Eugen and Faust, the two Skitarii that we meet when we were purging the frigate back in the day. She has become a princeps while her parents are their moderatii. They altogether control a Reaver-Class titan that has a Power Fist and a Gatling Cannon

>She receives orders of destroying as many pylons and Monoliths as she can along with other Titans.

>>45962873

>The initial plan was to descend onto the planet with the use of massive parachutes, antigrav engines and retro-rocket thrusters but the ship they are in becomes damaged in the hangar where the Titan is stored and the ship is forced to detach that hangar to avoid completely fracturing and exploding.
>She receives orders of destroying as many pylons and Monoliths as she can along with other Titans.

>The ship she is in is suddenly attacked and the cargo bay that holds her Titan is damaged beyond repair, several techpriests and hundreds of servitors are suddenly sucked out to the open void. The Ship informs them that to better maneuver and avoid further damage they will disengage the damaged cargo bay.

>Unable to equip all the high orbit parachutes and emergency landing rockets in time the Titan jumps from the ship before the cargo disengages and once it is in orbit it opens as many parachutes as she can, since there aren’t the necessary ones the few that have been installed quickly rip and offer little to no help but along with the landing rockets the Titan manages to reach the wall of the space elevator and grab its surface.

>By using its power fist the titan is able to grab onto the walls of the Space Elevator and decrease the momentum of its quick descent to acceptable levels. Part of the Elevator suffers critical damages and it cannot be used anymore but it is structurally safe.

>After descending the Titan sees that near the Pylons there are the sources of the Orange Gas. Shortly after destroying the first pylon several other Titans arrive from the sky. They aid her in destroying a couple of more Pylons and shortly afterwards they see a massive Ice meteor falling in the distance and exploding against the ground, after it comes a rain of water along with several other icy micrometeoroids that aren’t strong enough to survive the fall and turn into water in mid-air. In front of their eyes all the mist starts to dissipate.

>>45962894
>We would return to controlling Heracor once more. He’s made pass a medical exam along with the few survivors and rests for a while, he’s informed that the rest of the survivors will have their mind erased and be sent to far away words unknowing the fate that they had just escaped from.

>In his medical exam there are several doctors and medics along with them there is Fire in the Skin, the tribal and possibly psyker doctor that accompanied Commissar Oihan. After the exam they talk for a long time and catch up together, Fire has newly gained psyker powers but he has decided to stay as a medic. He has what he calls as the “Sight”, he can see the true nature of most people with even more accuracy than ever. After a while Heracor questions him about the nature of souls for he might know more than him.

“Imagine a tree, that tree is a soul, from its branches several delicious fruits loom and fall to the ground; these fruits itself aren’t bad but they cannot be compared with how delicious the tree itself it is. Its bark is made from hazelnut and xocolalt pastries, its salvia is the most delicious and purest honey and it is all sprinkled with cane sugar. This three isn’t alone thought, it is surrounded by uncountable more trees that create a lush jungle that extends as far as the eye can see; Daemons are the beasts that roam the jungle and feed of those raw emotion composed fruits, they would all love to jump into the trees but for most of them these are untouchable as they are covered by Majyyk wards, only the strongest ones can make it across and when they do they proceed to devour it all uncontrollably, when that happens it reflects in the Living Plane as a Daemonical Possession. ( continues )

>>45962328
give them an opportunity to get one*

>>45962328
I wouldn't have a problem with it. Just make sure your player knows how dangerous it is to be force sensitive and difficult it would be to find even a hint as to how to build a lightsaber, let alone someone to train you to use it.

>>45962328
Make them travel to Utapau and during the session have one of the players find one of Grevious old saber(s) from his fight with Obi-Wan

>>45962021
Thankfully, resolving her situation was as simple as you anticipated it to be. If this hadn't worked, you would have probably just given up and gone home. The people you spoke to were rather disgruntled by your demands; you didn't expect anything different - after all, you're asking them for money they've gotten years ago, and have obviously put to use by now. Even so, they complied. While your relationship with them has certainly soured, you don't think that any problems will come out of it. You don't plan on getting involved with these people ever again, after all.

You've rented a room in the First District of Western Rukongai. It was early morning when you left for the meeting. The redhead was still asleep then, her mouth agape and drooling, blanket thrown off to the floor.

When you return, she's awake, and you catch her in the process of dressing up, still in the pink underwear she had been wearing as she slept.

"Oh no~! Ryouta-kun, how inappropriate of you to barge into a maiden's room without even knocking~!" Moeka exclaims using a highly exaggerated, dramatic tone. She covers her voluptuous breasts with one arm and her crotch with the other, and then wiggles around in faux embarrassment, unable to hold back a smirk.

...

>Don't indulge her. Throw her the bag and explain that you got her money back.
>Step out of the room.
>Other. (Write-in).

>>45962074
>Don't indulge her. Throw her the bag and explain that you got her money back.

>>45962074
>Don't indulge her. Throw her the bag and explain that you got her money back.

Cyberzombie? That's kinda already a thing in Shadowrun.

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>>45961970