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>>44819675
>[] I'm sleeping

>>44819675
>[] I'm sleeping

>>44819675
>[] I'm sleeping
>[] Want to come over ;)

>>44818304
>Now the Bueromancers claim that we might be able to free enough funds by making some easy budget cuts here and there have been some suggestions to cut some departments out of the guild including Beemancy
If you want to cut out a necessary 1/5th of my total wizardry course there will be a crawly, slimy and stingy hell to pay.

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Really? You want to try convincing the ectomancers to accept being merged into necromancy? You want to try convincing Necromancers to accept ectomancers?

Yeah, sure, what could possibly go wrong?

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How about we fire some of the morons we have teaching in my department? They're idiots and I could find replacements...somewhere.

Reminder that Karn and Cranial Plating are next on the hit list.

Calling it now

>April
Karn banned
>July
Arcbound Ravager banned
>October
IoK and Thoughtseize banned
>January 2017
Lightning Bolt and Scapeshift banned

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I want to put Reflector Mage from Oath, Emeria Shepherd, and Geist into this.

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>>44817163
[2/3]

“Well.” You shrug, staring blankly up at the gray ceiling. “I mean… nice to have a free history lesson. My mom always did tell me to learn things when I can, even if I didn’t want to. So, thanks for that.” Streucker’s smile fades back into annoyance. “If you’re looking to brainwash me to serve your cause, forget it. I’d rather be dead than be a Nazi.”

Baroness von Streucker tugs at the fingers of her gloves, closely examining you. “Hm, hm. Do you know why I hate germs?” You still stare up at the ceiling, barely acknowledging her. “I grew up in a slum, in a time when the Fatherland was still recovering from the effects of the Great War. Everybody was poor, money was worthless, we lived in squalor. I remember I was so ill when I was a child, yet my family could not afford medicine no matter how much my mother whored herself out or how much my father gambled.” She hisses a bit at that last word. “We lived in absolutely horrid –filth- because of your country. And you still believe it is the greatest in the world?”

“I know it’s not the greatest country in the world, but it’s better than yours,” you growl.

“Hmph.” Streucker walks over to the other side, next to her husband Zähne, then leans over closer to you. “You are stubborn. Anyone else I would admire it. But in this case, for you, it is dreadfully annoying. So I ask that you stop it before we turn to more drastic measures.”

“Like what?” Streucker quirks her brow. “Let me tell you, even if you break me, my friends will come for me, and they will tear you down. And even if they don’t. Someone else will. There’s always people like you and Mussolini and Hitler. And as long as there are, there’ll be people like me to cut you down.”

>>44817169
[3/3]

“A fine speech,” she says. She rolls up her sleeve, checking her watch. “I must tend to my duties, I cannot spend the entire day torturing you-“ She yelps, looking at Zähne. “… di- Did you-“ You noticed that Zähne’s hand was getting dangerously close to her butt, but you didn’t say anything. “I am in the middle of something, do not embarrass me, Zähne!” Zähne grunts, patting her cheek. “Ugh! You insufferable dog!” She stomps her foot, marching to the door. “Come here! I will bring a guard to watch her.” Zähne chuckles a little, patting Streucker’s butt again. “Stop that!” She slams the door behind her.

…

“Kirby?” you croak. “Are you there?”

“Yes,” he says. He appears on your shoulder. “It took some time to evade the guards, but yes, I am here for you. Do you require my assistance?”

“Can you break my cuffs?” you ask.

“Anti-magic.” He taps your handcuffs strapping you to the chair. A spark of green energy flies out, invalid. “And with that collar on you as well, I am unable to power you up. Suffice to say, you are in a pickle.”

Hm. There must be some way.

> No, no. You can wait for your friends. They will come for you.
> “See if you can trick a guard into letting me go. I won’t need my power up to escape I don’t think.”
> “Slip a bobby pin or a screwdriver or something to me, I can probably crack these locks.”
> Other

I dislike how /tg/ how can basically be a fanfic site at times.

>>44817151

They're shock troopers working at the very front of the lines, taking the fight to the enemy with the support of an entire army behind them.

Be the tip of the sphere.

>>44817151
You make them grunts.

They work their way up from being fodder who survive (or not) to being dudes who you would never want to fuck with, even if they were unarmed and 90 years old.

Or officers, but everyone hates COs.

Hopefully you can capture combat in a way that works, or else any military style campaign will just be meh.

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>>44817246
>Be the tip of the sphere

I CAN SEE FOREVER.

He pulls out a remote and presses a button on it, and the clear plastic cube slowly dismantles itself, receding into the floor. Athena sits up on the bed and looks over at you, waving weakly. After the suit adjusted itself to her older form it's flopping around again. She gives you a little smile, and you walk over to her while Fenright grabs a fresh lab coat.

“If you wouldn't mind carrying her, that would speed things up a little. We'll be using a transporter pod to get there faster.”

You walk over to Athena and stroke her hair, and she latches onto you for a few moments.

“Sleepy...”

You nod and hold her.

“Rest for a bit. We're gonna make sure you're all better.”

You scoop her up and hold her to your chest as she curls up against you, and when Fenright opens up the capsule you climb inside with her. It's actually pretty roomy, which is strange considering that it looked a lot smaller from the outside. Fenright smiles at you expectantly, like there's some reference that you should be getting that you're missing entirely. You sit down with Athena and Meliora climbs in, moving next to you. Fenright presses a few buttons by the door.

“The process is almost instantaneous, but you might feel a slight tingling sensation. That's natural, it just means that some of your proteins refolded incorrectly during transport and they're being refolded so you don't get poisoned or have a stroke.”

You don't really have a retort for that, so you let it slide. He's obviously survived the process before, because really, who builds a teleportation device and then doesn't immediately test it out? You close your eyes and relax, giving Athena a gentle squeeze. There are a few beeps, and then a sensation like you're being sucked through a straw like your body is a great big juice box, and as your outermost layer turns inside out you see a flicker of darkness and a pale man in a hood that obscures his face.

“Mr. Spencer. What a pleasant-”

Right as you fully register his presence you come to in the alley above the Bizarre. Athena is standing by Fenright while Meliora opens up the passage down. Fenright smiles at you.

“We'll get teleported back automatically in about an hour or so. It's a little bit hard to set precisely. It's like a yo-yo. We conserve energy by tunneling back exactly the way we came. Try to be right around this spot when it happens or you'll be out for a while.”

You nod a bit and brush yourself off, trying to come to grips with what just happened. As Meliora slips down the passage, Athena right behind her, Fenright helps you to your feet.

“And hey... I appreciate you doing this. I mean, it's not exactly a sign of emotional stability or health, but who am I to act like I'm a paragon of... that kind of thing. I get where you're coming from. I just hope that you'll be able to see things the way that I do too. Now try not to get seperated from us, alright?”

He turns and descends, and you head for the ladder when your phone goes off. You check the screen. Jennifer's calling you.

>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.

>Answer the call and stay topside for better reception
>Follow Fenright down, check in with her later
>Text her that you're busy and descend
>Other (write-in)

First to three decides

>>44815806
volcanic demons of course
we are starting in H E L L

>>44816110
You know what. Fuck it
In down with that

There will also be a “take 10” system in effect for this mission. On non-stressful situations(if you can find them), you can automatically be 30 away from target, and roll a d20 to modify it closer to ‘target’. Taking 10 will make it easier to succeed in most cases(easy rolls will be pretty much impossible to fail even), but you cannot use it for dodging, attacking, while being attacked, or if the action would end up putting you through danger.

Basic actions (moving, communicating, observation) will all be success only, so basic actions will happen successfully almost always. There will be three major categories for non-basic actions, DEXY, COMBAT, and TECH. You can only perform ONE TYPE OF ADVANCED ACTION per turn. Rolling DEXY for dodge is NOT an 'advanced action' cost or use unless it is stated otherwise.

Basic actions include just moving around not caring about stealth, releasing out drones for activation, activating camouflage(not the stealth roll), using suit abilities such as bullrush or celerity, and reloading(Hah, who does that anymore...)

DEXY refers to actions such as melee or dodge rolls, and other checks towards maneuverability, agility, and so on. DEXY uses a 'closest to 1' roll on a D100.

COMBAT refers to the act of shooting ranged attacks (NOT melee attacks), plain and simple. COMBAT uses a 'closest to 100' roll on a D100.

TECH refers to anything else really, mostly it's using or fixing your suit's systems. Tech uses a 'closest to 50' roll on a D100.

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>>44815493

Build: http://pastebin.com/jFWDbpwm

"Well, some dude in a cave just asked for a bite of mt suit, and now living cards are dancing." Falcon hovered a couple dozen meters over the cave's entrance, watching the castle with his Hawkeye.

"...yeah, I don't even know why I'm still surprised by this shit."

>>44815493
http://pastebin.com/EJHa0MrP

"Alright, I'm going to head for the castle, the town's almost empty due to some sort of curfew."

Under the heavy weight of its chassis and its overcharged engine the wheels of the autocaravan screeched as it turned sharply to avoid the burning wreckage of a decrepit building that ended falling down from the damage suffered during the past days and the lack of care. In the driver’s seat an overly excited Skitarius steered without ever lifting her heavy metallic foot from the accelerator pedal; she was reckless and aggressive but knew how to make the metallic heart of the Van roar with passion and cross those hazard and corpse filled streets as if it were the easiest task.

Thanks to her skills we had been able to find and scavenge all the necessary pieces to finish the construction of the Radio Beacon with no casualties, at least on our side; the grill of the van was now covered in the gritty blood and twisted bodies of the Possessed ones that couldn’t avoid collision and were ruthlessly run over. As your team drove closer to the Metro tunnels that lead to your base the sound of gunshots and more roaring engines became louder and more frequent, as your army had become more organized and better equipped they were now scavenging and fighting the enemy with multiple simultaneous groups that surprisingly were starting to chew on the enemy numbers and start to regain territory against the animal minded yet incredibly numerous and powerful Possessed.

>>44814526

Not ever giving a break to the Engine the driver entered into the Metro tunnels with a jump that surely damaged the suspension of the wheels. She was passionate but maybe too much, her weak mind was addicted to adrenaline and the sensation of excitement to the point of damaging such vehicle with unnecessary stunts. You would have to remind her of the dangers of not respecting and honor the machine spirits…but maybe that’s a lesson that will come to her sooner than you believe, just as the Van reaches the end of the stairs its engine shuts down forcing you all to descend and carry the rest of the needed materials on your own.

After calling for help and informing of the situation you are guaranteed that several techpriests will come to check on the sacred engine of the Autocaravan and in the meanwhile one of the Skitarius decides to wait on the derelict vehicle and guard it in the meanwhile. As you and the rest of the squad descends of foot insults and venomous remarks followed directed towards the pilot who was now silently crying as she carried several pieces and cables. You didn’t like this bullying that she was suffering but maybe it was for the best.

>Intercede and tell the rest that it is enough; she seems to have learned the lesson.
>Do not act, she has taken this upon herself.
>Join in and tell her why she did wrong even if she already knows it. Surely hearing it from someone as you will burn the lesson on her fleshy brain.
>Write in.

>>44814551

>Intercede and tell the rest that it is enough; she seems to have learned the lesson.

>>44814426
>BL is trying hard to make this guy seem threatening

Well I don't know about you but he sounds PRETTY FUCKIN' THREATENING.

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>>44814426
>Also there's only a single imperial fist left
Excellent.

Black Templars doing the shot everyone else should be doing, once again

>>44814189
>"I need to become a better person for someone else's sake."

>>44814189
>I need to become a better person for someone else's sake.

>>44814189
>"I need to become a better person for someone else's sake."

Just a few rules questions to get us started. I haven't had a chance to play yet, but I would like these answered.

Is the +1 fight for wielding 2 weapons in the soldiers profiles already? Like with the treasure hunter?

What exactly are the benefits of wielding a staff and 2h weapon on a wizard? If my wizard is wielding a staff and 2h weapon, is my opponent getting -1 damage while I am getting +2 damage?

Moving out of combat? I know first action must be a move, but if your stuck in combat, does that mean your move is forfeit?

When creatures move randomly can they move off the table, or do they stop at the edge?

Are there any situations in which Will is used against anything other than spells?

A figure carryaing treasure can leave on any edge or just your own?

Are figures measured from the base or center of model? Most people seem to base on 25mm rounds. but in the rulebook all the minis seem to be on reaper style bases.

When shooting at a target, do you shoot against the targets modified fight (which includes like dual wielding weapons or magic weapons)?

When i embed enchantment on something, does it take up the soldier's available items slot?

When you successfully cast spells and when they grant you xp: does your apprentices cast spells count? Do out of game spells count?

>>44814641
I don't think you can use a staff AND a two handed weapon at the same time anon.

Also all henchman stat values include their default equipment.

>>44814967
Here is what I am thinking of. I want the benefits of races to be situational and slightly beneficial. That way they still provide something different, without creating a significant advantage. The nice thing about this system, is since it uses a D20, a +1 to something isn't quite as impactful as if it were to use a D6.

Dwarf: +1 to Will when resisting spell effects.

Half-orc/Orc: +1 to Fight on the turn this figure moves into combat.

Goblin/Halfling/Hobbit: +1 to Fight when getting attacked by a shooting attack.

High Elf/Eladrin: Spellcasters gain a +1 to casting rolls on buffing spells when targeting this model.

Human: Once per game, gain +2 to any one roll of any type.

Half-elf/Wood Elf: When making a second move, you gain +1" of movement, while not carrying treasure.

Ogre/Half-ogre/Goliath: When wounded, you only suffer -1 to all rolls instead of -2.

>>44813573
do you know transexuals exist right?

>>44813573
dat's true tho

>>44813573
>guys who shitpost on /tg/ are actual homosexuals.

>>44813443
Bob, that is Bob.

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Fair enough. What should Bob do?

>>44813468

Peek through the keyhole.

A heavy dark red, like dried blood, dominates the canvas. It swallows the other colors like fire, flecks of silver and gold transforming into the overwhelming scarlet. Small dots of blue, popping into existence for seconds before fading, their colors covering the spectrum from lavender to navy. Even as dozens of them come and go you are convinced you have yet to see a shade repeat. The green shoots through the red and the blue alike, changing from quick lightning bolt spreads to steady curling vines and back, twisting into each other as the old streaks wither and are subsumed.

As the colors grow more vibrant the sounds turn to whispers, and you catch snippets.

“…kill all…”

“Puppet…”

“…stop fighting.”

“You have to…”

“Don’t listen…”

The voices are the same but different, three distinct flavors of speech coming from the same mouth. Coarse and heavy, dull and wispy, confident and dismissive.

The colors have surrounded you and the whispers have died. Melting, they do not split as much as cease to be around each other. Two figures form in front of you, and you can feel a third presence behind.

The red one, Bee, looks like you, though as much as a year younger with long hair and a scar on her cheek. Rage shapes her, from the scowl on her face to her aggressive stance. You think she is growling under her breath as well. Short, ragged sleeves and a scratched out KP and 280 adorn her thin shirt. She leaks antagonism, and while none of it feels directed at you particularly, you don’t know if that could change.

The green one, Pink you believe, while almost the same age, looks like a different person at first glance. Her hair is cut short and the dark shade of green implies it’s a different color than yours. She bounces lightly on her feet in a relaxed position, but her presence seems to fill the room regardless. You find yourself avoiding her eyes reflexively, despite her gaze’s lack of hostility.

Both of your ghosts seem to be waiting for you to say something.

>Greet them with a hello.
>Wait for them to start.
>Run.
>Write-in

>>44813455
Greet them, i guess
just look sad while doing it
this is not the most joyful place