Archived threads in /tg/ - Traditional Games - 4103. page

File: griffith.jpg (181KB, 773x1000px) Image search: [Google]

181KB, 773x1000px

>>45527272
I played a half-elf barbarian who specialized in throwing his enemies halfway across the room and knocking them on their ass.

This was pretty effective, since the setting was a chain of floating islands.

Me and the fighter became tag team champions of a local fighting ring and were allowed to develop a custom cooperative maneuver as a reward.

Oh, yeah, and then we deliberately escalated a war between the two largest nations in the setting in hopes they'd wipe each other out and not devastate the tiny nations in-between as had been their MO up to that point.

My half-elf's motivation for this? He wanted to kick off Ragnarok in order to please his viking gods and earn the exalted place in heaven he'd need to be able to be reunited with his wife in eternity, a human shamaness he knew he'd outlive.

I engineered the destruction of an economic strongpoint in the nominal name of denying it to both nations by unleashing acid-breathing dragons on it.

Ostensibly, I escalated a conflict and killed hundreds in the interest of limiting the strategic value of the island to both sides, forcing them to divert their forces elsewhere.

In truth, I did it for love.

I have only ever been in two long standing campaigns. This is the story of my proudest moment.

At the time, I was going through a bit of a phase of existential dread, and had the void of death on the brain. What sort of character should come to life but a warforged, a race without an afterlife in a setting where everyone else was assured of theirs? He was a paladin, broken free of the lord of blades. I named him Cyrus Gold, after the undying Solomon Grundy, and a symbol of his God, Pelor.
Now see, I love playing tanks. It feels so good to get swung at by an enemy and laugh in the face of danger. But I also enjoy playing counter to my role. So sometimes I would rush in recklessly, as was my job. But sometimes I liked to play against that, and emphasize the compassionate part of being a paladin. What can be solved peacefully? Why do we fight? And so on.

Eventually the campaign had gotten to a point where we had begun picking up the first hints of the plot. There were large engraved dragon scales, artifacts of an old goddess which we had been picking up. And eventually we came to the end of a dungeon. Our enemies were several. Firstly, there were three gnolls. Beyond them, a goblin held on a leash by a Tiefling. And next to him, a necromancer on an undead steed.

Clearly, as a son of Pelor, it's my job to rush in, yell about good overcoming evil, and smash my way through the ranks until I could smite and cleave, right?

Well, that's be boring, and I had a WIS score high enough, and a background relevant enough to warrant some solid planning. I can see that the necromancer' horse has two of those scales mounted to the sides. So I ask the necromancer if the ones that we found belonged to him, and begin to approach to return them. Everybody can clearly tell that I'm setting up a trap. So he sends the gnolls three to retrieve them for him.
"Describe the gnolls to me."
They're clearly unhealthy, and seem to be half-starved to death. Mother-like, I express my astonishment. I am obviously unable to offer food of my own, but instead offer some of my companion's rations. With solid rolls from me and my teammates, the gnolls abandon their objective to dig in.

The subordinate goblin is pissed. He's clearly low-ranking, but those gnolls were likely his slaves, or at least he got to feel superior to them. He moves to attack me.
1, fumbles, eats dirt.
"Are you okay? Do you need healing?" I say. When turned down, I turn my attention to the Tiefling. Motherly once more, I storm to the Tiefling.

I'm currently converting WEG Star Wars D6 into a mecha game with a homebrew setting, but my group is aiming more for a gritty experience rather than a playing out a Super Robot anime.

>>45525861

Mekton Zeta is crunchy as fuck and basically awful

GGG is the precursor to Battle Century G so if you're considering that just go check out BCG instead

BESM is a generalist system at its heart so meh

Don't even know what OVA is

I'd personally use Battle Century G

>>45528544
This, BCG is practically SRW the tabletop.

>>45525191

Yeah, basically all the enlightened philosophy stuff in this universe turned out to be a trap by beings that will fuck you up not just because it's fun for them, but because it's in their very nature.

Mankind lives in the worst possible scenario because this is the best they can do, and the question is whether it would be better to die than live like this.

>>45525191

Are you sure he's not a liberal? Because liberals are the only ones who are this humorless.

>>45525241
>Yeah, basically all the enlightened philosophy stuff in this universe turned out to be a trap by beings that will fuck you up not just because it's fun for them, but because it's in their very nature.

No. All the enlightened philosophy became a luxury humanity can no longer afford.

>>45521478
fuck off GW nobody likes you here

File: Are-You-Fucking-Kidding-Me-Rage-Face-Meme-Temp.png (243KB, 1500x1477px) Image search: [Google]

243KB, 1500x1477px

Well...shit, you've got me.

>>45521478
Sorry GW Legal Team but no one on this board will just post the information for all to see. You have a better chance lurking on reddit.

Seriously did you think this thread wouldn't make you look like a narc?

Archive: http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/archive.html?tags=Urban%20Oni%20Quest

Twitter: @StrikeZone13

Rules: Votes are given a 10-15 minute voting period (This is not a hard time limit), the dice used are 3d10s and the occasional d100 both are best of three. I try to add write-ins to the post if they’re applicable to the situation, shitposting write-ins will be ignored unless they are genuinely funny and can be added.

Try to have fun!

>>45521410
>Just let it happen
We don't really do 'inconspicuous' and falling asleep might be worse

>>45521410
>Go to sleep
not good to neglect our health

>>45520856

It's Sol's zenith again upon another day on the road to Pruden, yet your party rides in much improved comfort. Biz sits upon the Lady Damsel's carriage(whom you learned to be Lady Cyrielle of Bordello Noveu). After dismantling the banditry that had been the Men in Tights, you rendezvoused with Odette for the results of her hunt, and set forth once more upon the carriage safe from the heat of Sol or the incessant pounding of your feet upon the shabby dirt road.

Lounging comfortably inside the cab with the other ladies, there's more than enough room to stretch out and relax, which Lady Cyrielle does especially so in the company of other ladies, slouching back into her seat and eating roasted nuts. Speckles of Sol's light filter through the interior curtains cascading luminescence upon you and Odette. The huntress, while happy for the ride, keeps her back straight and posture rather formal, despite your host being less than lady-like.

Despite her lack of Demeanor, Lady Cyrielle at least reapplied her makeup after the bout with the bandits, and though she felt the loss for her previous driver, getting far away from that whole debacle. Poor Biz however, he's likely sitting in a bloodstain...

“So, what business have you in Pruden, fair dancer?” Lady Cyrielle adjests her posture to be a bit straighter though not much, “And why do you travel with...” Lady Cyrielle gestures to Odette, seeming to notice the persisting presence of her horns, “A Guisi...? Or are you Makoh. Transitioning, perhaps?”

You smile delightfully, reflexively winking one of your eyes in a persistent flirtatious gesture, “Well to answer the first question, we're adventurers with the Guild, we've a quest some way south of Pruden. I've heard T'is a stop on the way to our final destination, Celes Pranse.” Crossing your arms, your eyes flick over to Odette, whose averting her gaze, Guisi horns still present, though small. “Something wrong with my companion?”

>>45520867
“Just curious, most Guisi tend to... keep to themselves. You know, let alone travel with a fellow Namour.”

“To answer your question.” Odette speaks up, her tone clear as she stares right at Lady Cyrielle, “I'm transitioning, I need only wait for Akkoril to come with the summer and I'll wear the marks again. As for why I was a Guisi or why I'm ceasing the Arche, that is none of your business.”

Lady Cyrielle smiles, swiftly covering her mouth with a fan, “My, fiesty aren't you... Just like the Makoh I've known.” With a flick, she puts her fan away and tosses it to the floor of the cab, “C'et Li've. Something just always unnerved me about those Guisi, the way they look at you with those eyes...”

>[“I don't really get why it's any of your business in the first place.”]
>[“She's a good friend of mine, and she's reliable.”]
>[“Do you have any business in Pruden?”]
>[“You said you were from a place known as Bordello... Doesn't that mean...?”]
>[Write in]

>>45520880
>[“Do you have any business in Pruden?”]
You're late, Dran

Only a handful of Shinigami - the highest ranking and the most elite - own their own property in the Seireitei. Date Gorou, the 7th Division's ninth seated officer, is one of them. The officer is retiring, and is looking to do something about his house. Even though you are both seated at a table, discussing the matter of selling property over some tea, his massive stature still looms menacingly, even though the man clearly has no intention to intimidate anyone.

"I am retiring. It pains me to leave my many friends and comrades here behind, but there are matters that I must focus on." He explains, his massive hands making the teapot in them look tiny by comparison. He makes to fill your empty cup. "Tsukuda-san, I hope the terms are acceptable for you. As I've said, if you don't want the furniture, I could..."

"It's fine." You say, nodding your head in silent thanks as you sip the tea. Gorou has been rather eager to please, open to barter and compromises. It seems that he wants to get rid of the house as quickly as he can, but even so, he's been honest about the house's few downfalls, like the fact that it gets particularly cold during winters. It's nothing that couldn't be remedied, but despite that, the giant seemed rather nervous, clearly anticipating an unsatisfied reaction that ultimately never came. "It won't be difficult for us to redecorate if there is a need."

After a stern nod of his bald head, the documents are signed.

The house is now yours. It cost you a fortune, but it's not as if you have anything else that you wanted to purchase.

(2/3)

>>45514514
...Wanted. For just a brief moment, your steady breathing quivers. There is no necessity for you to own a house; the barracks should be sufficient for the work you do. Likewise, it is not 'necessary' for your mother to live so close, either.

It's just that you want her to be near.

...

>Ask Gorou why he needs to retire.
>Present the house to your mother as a surprise.
>Write her a letter and tell her to get ready to move to Seireitei.
>Other. (Write-in).

>write her and tell her to et ready to move to sereitei

File: Howa.png (763KB, 650x885px) Image search: [Google]

763KB, 650x885px

>>45513597

Even when your horse draws close to the Nameless Temple, you're still thinking about the Dragon River. When the Emperor of the time – Tatsuhiro the second, you recall – ordered a great bridge built across the river, there had been outrage. Some even claimed that the construction had been a turning point for the country, a symbolic victory that signalled the start of a new era. From that day onwards, some have said, the gods started to grow distant and spiteful, erratic and cruel.

And now Tatsuhiro the third want to send a great iron beast roaring across this sacred space whenever he pleases. It'll never happen, you think with vague doubt, he wouldn't start a war over something so petty and egotistical.

Then again...

Smiling bitterly to yourself, you dismount your horse and leave it in the able care of the stable attendants. Striding into the Nameless Temple, you pause only to glance at a cluster of posters, marked out with the faces of missing apprentices. There are a few more now, you realise with vague dismay, even in the short time you were away. Before you can think too hard about it, though, Howa calls out to you.

“Ira,” she greets you, “Back again, I see. Listen, I want-”

If she wants to give you another pointless riddle, you complain, she can bother someone else.

“Actually, I was going to apologise about that. Maybe, just maybe, I overdid it a little,” she smiles ruefully, leaning heavily on her cane, “I suppose I was just glad to have you all to myself for a little bit, just like old times. Can you forgive me?”

>Fine. Apology accepted
>Never mind that. Has there been any new writs?
>How is that apprentice, Koa, doing?
>Excuse me, I need to see the Mentor
>Listen, what can you tell me about these missing apprentices?
>Other

>>45513603
>Fine. Apology accepted
Wasn't really that big a deal.
>Listen, what can you tell me about these missing apprentices?
>How is that apprentice, Koa, doing?

>>45513603
>>Fine. Apology accepted
>Listen, what can you tell me about these missing apprentices?

because Charisma allows boring people to negotiate out of fighting altogether and turn the campaign into Diplomacy Simulator 2016

>>45512504
No.

Charisma is alright but Wis and Dex are far more useful.

Think about a party with perception so high you can't surprise them, they can sense every single motive they want, survival checks out of the ass and so on.

And of course Dex especially if you got the saving throw proficiency will make you nigh immortal in battle.

>Wisdom
>They don't go adventuring in the first place

>>45507870
because they did not need us until we were already xenophobic.

>>45507938
So? That could have been fixed. They had 10,000 years to work on it.

>>45507870
The Eldar are more full of themselves than the High Elves are. Had 40k truly been Fantasy Battle in the future instead of End Times & alternate universes, the Imperium would have had far more Elves & Dwarfs.

>>45506055
as GM i abandon taking it seriously whenever i play.

>>45506055
I ran a game like this.

Never again.

>>45506055
And that, as well as catching two of the players smoking inside when I left for the bathroom, is why they're no longer invited back.

Rolled 2 (1d10)

If it's a 7 our cultural background is drug cartel. Drug of choice is Weapons grade LSD.

>>45503517
>2
>Desperate underclass
Looking for a way to make the Grim Darkness a little less grim, we turned to the forces of chaos

1d100 for leadership type

Rolled 41 (1d100)

>>45503563

>>45502329
uhh...yeah, nobody here is disagreeing with you...

>>45502329
Who's this

>>45504660
Lorgar Aurelian

>>45502039
anyone remember back in the pre-release of 4e they promised a digital token creator when you could have a vast number of pieces to select to make a damn good looking character?

>>45502079
To be fair, that fell apart because shit went down with the company that was contracted for it.

the ESO creation is pretty nice if you want to make a half orc who doesnt look like shit

>>45500606

the soldiers trying to figure out how to get along with the same monsters they've been fighting against for who knows how long.

I bet bailey would love to see all of this, I wonder what she's doing right now.

The whole courtyard is cleaned up, actually it's more sort of cleared, of all boxes and other trash. A few tattered golden flags with seven lines through them dance lazily on the air, and there are giant barrels which I'm pretty sure are just holding a whole fuck ton of wine in them

And all of it is to prepare for the priests coming to see me

I shake my head, it all seems so..stupid? no just kind of silly I guess, I mean...I'm still just me, just a little...mothy

What do I do?
[] Go find Lucy *Currently hanging around the wine barrels, having a bit of an enlightenment*
[] Find Sam *Still taunting and insulting various soldiers*
[] Find Minor *trying to make pizza*
[] Fine Berry *training in the courtyard*
[] Find little green *Watching everything suspiciously*
[] Find Poi *in the water room*
[] Find smiley cat *Hiding in a corner, alone*
[] Go to the soldiers and see how they're doing
[] Hang out with the monster mash
[] Find Commander Fentil and ask him something
[] fly around for a bit
[] write in

>>45500631
>[] Find Sam *Still taunting and insulting various soldiers*
Get him to stop
>[] Find smiley cat *Hiding in a corner, alone*
Get her to stop being EMo
>[] Find little green *Watching everything suspiciously*
Check in on how his mind is doing and tell him to relax.

File: Zanbato.jpg (165KB, 375x500px) Image search: [Google]

165KB, 375x500px

>>45500631
>[] Find Commander Fentil and ask him something
>[] Find Minor *trying to make pizza*
Ask him if he has any metal or materials he can spare so Minor can forge us a new sword, I was thinknig something like the Moonlight Greatsword but pic related size.