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So, hold up a second

>Massive numbers of megafauna all over the world, including numerous species of large predator that may have hunted humans as prey
>Multiple sentient species of hominids of different sizes, shapes, strengths and appearances all running around in the same time period, including Homo habilis (for a bit, anyway), Homo erectus, Homo floresiensis, the Neanderthals, Homo sapiens and maybe even the Denisovians, with lots of warring, and interbreeding going on

Jesus Christ, guys, did the fantasy setting full of multiple sentient species and giant monsters already happen?

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Hello, my elegan/tg/entlemen. The story for the creation of this thread is quite simply, I decided to play a fighter in a Pathfinder game and, as you would imagine, I'm slowly getting behind my partners (ALL of them are casters. Druid, Wizard and Cleric). We are currently a lvl 6 party and I already see my grim future.
I used to play a lot of D&D 3.5 but I don't know a lot about Pathfinder so it would be great if you guys could share your knowledge about good builds, feats, weapons, strategies and everything fighter related.
Any book is welcome.

TL;DR: Help me to build a decent fighter character.

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>someone posts a terrible idea
>Anon: "Man, that's a terrible idea."
>Idea guy: "What's wrong, do you hate FUN?"
>Anon: "I like fun but your idea isn't fun, it's bad."'
>Idea guy: "ENJOY BEING A FRIENDLESS LOSER WITH NO GAEMS"

Why is this exchange so common on /tg/?

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You are the greatest knight of your kingdom, having slain countless dragons, witches, and warlocks of all varieties, strong enough to take on armies alone.

On a painfully slow summer's day, you are given the menial task of clearing out some bandits along the road, who have been robbing passing travelers.

You travel down the road a ways until you find two young girls, fidgeting with a large, heavy chest. The taller of the two picks it up as if it weighs nothing, and slings it over her shoulders.

As you approach, you raise your hand an announce yourself. The two girls quickly turn and look. The shorter one crosses her arms. "Well well well, looks like the king finally got serious about stopping us. Are you here to put us away, mister?" she says rather innocently. "Take him out." the short one says to the taller one - and the taller one seems to disappear!

What do you do? 3, 6, or 9 picks the next action.

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First Thread: http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/archive/44940979/

You are Billy Bones, a skeleton sorcerer pretending to be a skeleton bard. You have killed your creator, the amateur necromancer Gyrnax, and taken his cave for your own designs. You have two goblin minions and a mindless skeleton servitor. After returning the daughter's of the local village's mayor to his custody, you were granted the ability to visit town once a week as long as you didn't spook people out excessively. This leaves you with a week of free time to do whatever you like.

>Please vote for two things. Top two options will be performed.
>Stat dump to follow

>READ Gyrnax's books to try and find out more about the ritual he was performing when you were created.
>READ Gyrnax's books to try and learn more about the local area and surrounding townships.
>Work on expanding the cave's DEFENSES
>Work on increasing the cave's SPOOKINESS
>Spend some time on the roads looking for travelers to SPOOK
>Summon a FAMILIAR

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>"Hey, Anon. Who's your friend?"
>"Oh he's my friend. He's new to Warmachine. He's tired of playing me, so we came to play other people."
>"Have him play me. I'll teach him how to play!"

>Watch friend get wrecked repeatedly by half the game store.
>Leave
>"Hey Anon...Can you sell my minis for me? I don't think I wanna play anymore"

Why do goddamn neckbeards always feel the need to fucking slap their dick on the table!?

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You are a Construct, an autonomous creature built from steel, and given life by ancient magic and modern ingenuity. Unlike most, you have mistakenly achieved sentience, and have received civil rights. You are also a detective with the city police.

After an hour of tedious and mind numbing interrogation, the man who you think may be linked to a mass murder at the Policeman's Ball earlier tonight has finally cracked, and is willing to give you some sort of information on his connection to the crime. You sit at a table, across from him, as he crosses his arms and feeds you what he knows.

"We had a guy, Ramirez I think. Lycan, like one of those Shifter boys, but he was on the up and up. Clean, efficient, all that shit. He sniffed out the poison at the start, but not all of us heard in time. He knew if he yelled, it'd just bring attention to him. Ask me, he should have just done it. We lost some good boys tonight because of whoever did this shit. Anyway, after everyone hit the deck, Ramirez got shot. Silver bullet too, which means he's in the ground. Dunno how they got one, but either way, no more Ramirez."

You think back. There was a single gunshot, but you didn't see where it was, who fired, or who was hit. It's very possible the man is being honest, and you could easily confirm it with the coroner. Still, if he's confessing to being employed by the Covenant, that means they really weren't the ones who did the deed.

>"Why was the Covenant here?"
>"Who in the organization dies tonight?"
>Other

Previous thread: http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/archive/44941801/

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PREVIOUSLY ON MAGICAL GIRL LIBERTY: http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/archive.html?searchall=Magical+Girl+Liberty

“Liberty. I am disappointed that your actions have resulted in alerting Baroness von Streucker and the Wolf Pack to your presence, and to the potential presence of the United States in the espionage theatre of war.” Over the radio as all of you sit in an abandoned shed outside of town, you listen to Operator #5 debrief you. It’s not great. Especially considering your rather brutal honesty in describing the incident. “While I may compliment your attempted sabotage of their operations, and in the prisonbreak of one of her prisoners, this is not a mission you may be entirely used to. I am advising extreme caution, especially with the news that the Werewolves have returned.”

You cross your arms. “You knew they existed and didn’t tell us?”

“The Messengers were under the impression that they were extinct, the last one reported was several centuries ago claimed by one of your predecessors in fact. But it appears that enough have survived to form an ad hoc pack with Baroness von Streucker’s husband becoming their alpha male.”

You shudder. Husband. You still want to scrub that image of her and him together out of your mind.

“Regardless, your job and mine as well have become more difficult now. The Nazis could tolerate us foiling their plots overseas where it was deemed relatively harmless, where Hitler was simply hunting trinkets and fools gold. But now, interfering directly with one of their projects, will surely put other agents in Germany in danger. They will be on alert for them, and for you.” You nod. A pit forms in your gut. This can’t be a failure, right? You got the information. You got Alena out. And the Werewolves are back which means you have to stop them now! “For now, continue to observe.”

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Become The Vampire 34

You wash off as quickly as you can while getting rid of as much of Presence's slime as possible, and as you rush out you throw on your skater outfit for lack of better casual attire. You manage to make it to the bus stop just in time to watch it pull away, cursing under your breath. You sit down at the bus stop and wait, fingers crossed that you'll make it on time.

...

You make it to the karaoke bar with about a minute to spare, but Sammy is already there when you arrive. You said you were just hanging out, but she's gotten dressed up for the evening anyway, wearing a white dress and a denim jacket and styling her hair with more effort than just “wear it in a style that hides her ears”. She waves at you as you get close, smiling and walking over.

“Did you run all the way here or did I take your breath away?”

She smirks a bit and blushes. You get the feeling she's been waiting to use that line after hearing it from a member of the track team. Life goal achieved, it seems.

>Character sheet
http://pastebin.com/YMGdCy7Q
>Rules
Same system as Become The Dragon Quest. If you don't know what that is, it's best of three d20 rolls. I name a stat that sums up what you're trying to do, and if I don't name a relevant skill, you try to fill in the blank based on what you're trying to accomplish. “Break open the door” might be Strength based, but if you've been playing baseball after school and there's a lead pipe nearby, you could apply your Baseball skill to the roll. A 20 on the die is a crit threat, and if either of the other two rolls is 20 or higher after mods, it's a critical. A crit fail is when you have two or more 1s. So far this system has worked out well enough. We'll get into combat rules as needed, but in basic terms you have wounds, not HP, and the worse the wounds, the more penalties you accrue while doing other things.

Most Important Rule:
Have fun.

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Both of these men offer to run a game of Dungeons & Dragons at your FLGS.

Who do you choose and why?

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Welcome to A Song of Revenge and Gold: House Malroy Quest. In which you take the reins of a House of storied glorious past since Aegon’s Conquering, but whose fortunes have taken a turn for the worse in the doom that Robert’s Rebellion brought. Taking place in 284AC a year after the Rebellion has ended you are Brynden Malroy, second son to Lord Vamos Malroy and Lady Esemella Hayford and the last living heir to Steadhold and House Malroy.

House Malroy is a pre-genned House designed around the idea of a story within the Crownlands of a House fiercely loyal to the Targaryens and their attempts to live in this new world after Robert’s Rebellion. The new Lord Brynden Malroy is as well pre-genned but will take direction from the players in his ways and how he develops himself further. This Quest will be moderately more story driven than others of its kind, but the development of the House and her lands will take just as much importance.

If you’ve played the one of the many Quests within the ASoIaF setting the rules of the SIFRP system should be known. I will be using the Game of Thrones edition, as well as a few of the expansions namely OOSP and a few house rules which will be explained as we come to them. If you have questions about how things work or why certain actions are taken I can explain them as we go along. In truth this is a learning experience for me as well.

Google Documents Mastersheet:

https://docs.google.com/document/d/1WiZG5xtDqbQKI31IIbqNb4zTmooivb0Ns_J6EatgWgY/edit?usp=sharing

Twitter:

https://twitter.com/RevengeGoldQM

Ask.FM

https://m.ask.fm/RevengeGoldQM

Archive:

http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/archive.html?tags=House%20Malroy

And now without further ado.

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It's funny—after all of the strange things you've seen and done in the past few months, you would think your threshold for strangeness would be capable of encapsulating this. The flickering light-traced form of the Iron General seems woefully out of place in your living room, though, articulated leg talons flexing as if to scrape a hole in the wood flooring underfoot.

“You ought to know before you settle here,” you tell him. “There are reports of a pair of incredibly dangerous beasts roaming the countryside near Eluneia.”

Glass-lens eyes whir and refocus on you unsettlingly. After a moment the General clarifies the motion by cocking his head to one side.

“Ah,” you stutter, “My apologies. Eluneia is a large city a ways to the southwest of Grisoch.”

The General nods. “And I assume you're putting together a contingency plan for the ripples their presence will inevitably spread to our neighborhood.” It isn't a question the way he says it.

You shake your head. “Something a little more proactive, actually. I need materials from at least one of them to enact an important project on my end.”

“I see.” There is a static-whine as the cylinder projecting the general fuzzes for a moment. “We would be pleased to aid you in that endeavor for an appropriate percentage of the salvage from the beast itself.”

You wonder what precisely that aid entails. “We can negotiate hard numbers at a later time,” you tell him. “I'm woefully underprepared to attempt such a thing at the moment.” Your research regarding the Allmother Mud and the Tyrant Wyrm still makes you a little queasy to recall.

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What would space money be called other than credits?

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last thread: http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/archive/44889020/

You are an immortal, one of the stars chosen few.
youve come to the big (oddly animated) city with your new friend jess, and already seem to have met the criminal element.

donny is very charismatic, much in the same way a well cleaned gun is.

the path from the club to a restauraunt was a short one. your now seated inside a nicely furnished japanese restaurant.

"so anyway, cliff." he says, getting comfortable. "your a smart man, anyone can see that. i have some work, see, that requires brain and brawn in conjunction, and my current goons are too specialized. what do you say? will you help me out?"

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Sup fa/tg/uys. OP from another thread, 404ed now I think, asking for advice on how to properly QM. Well, I decided to grow a pair and take the leap. I have been reborn as SUQM! Rules are as follows. Voting will be 5 minutes, and rolls will be best of 4. Critique is begged for, as this is my first time QMing. Wanna be the best I can be.
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So it begins. After some time, you awake from your slumbering state and blink the dreariness away from your eyes. Darkness recedes and a form beings to take shape. Your shape. You remember vaguely certain things... there was conflict... or rather, there is conflict? You cannot remember. As of right now you are in a cell(?) of some sort. Its purpose mystery to your hazed and cloudy mind. Some things start to clear. Your name and race, which you suppose is a good thing, considering your state. As it is now, you must find out who you are and what you are doing here.

Your name is
>(Name Here)
And you are
>A Human
>A Gem (Crystal or Homeworld)
>Other

The time is somewhere
>5000 years ago, Beginning of Crystal Gem Rebellion.
>3000 years ago, right in the thick of the Gem Civil War, either gem or human.
>Present Day Earth, gem on the money and everything.