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Out of the three following buzzwords, which describes the worst type of Roleplaying character? Which is the most bearable?

>Edgy
>Random
>Kawaii

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This is the start of the story of a bunch of acolyte techpriests who had the gross misfortune to be assigned from their previous posts to a miniature space hulk, and then be charged with keeping it flying. Omnissiah help them.

Imagine, if you will, being crammed into a shuttle with fifty other assorted tech-priests and sundry tech-people. You’ve been told that you’re being transferred, by order of the Magos Juris, from the life you’ve known for the past several years - possibly your whole life - to another ship, because that ship’s Tech-Priesthood had fucked up royally, to the point of just barely avoiding being declared heretics, tech-heretics (and yes, in this case the distinction is important,) and/or traitors.

Everyone else has been told the same thing. You know absolutely none of these people, you don’t know where you’re going, but you've been given a dataslate containing a short and frankly, confusing briefing which contains the phrase "Obey the small notes" repeated three times. Then the rumors begin to reach you. The rumors that the ship is cursed, haunted, unlucky, a rusting space hulk which happened to mostly fly where humans told it to go.

Now imagine that, sometime during this clusterfuck, you were issued a flak vest, a laspistol, and a lascarbine. That’s right, you. Not a Mechanicus Armsman, not a Skitarii or a Crimson Guardsman. The tech-priest acolyte, charged to repair machines whilst chanting the appropriate rites of repair. You were issued body armor and two weapons.

Bewildered and bearing your newly-issued arsenal, you dock, and are ushered into a small bay through an airlock. A threadbare tapestry of the Cog Mechanicus hangs on the far wall, and you start to mill around, taking in the appalling state of repair of the landing bay. A hundred tech-priests, and assorted oddballs milling around the rustiest, most wretched looking assembly bay you have ever seen.

Welcome to the Occurrence Border.

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As a NEET extraordinaire, you were not the kind of person suited for the outdoors in any measure. The Sun itself was an enemy. The wind and air slapped you in the face. Heat made the skin sweat off your awkward bones, and the chill of Winter froze you to the core. And that wasn’t even considering the crowds of people who lived...out there. Disgusting.

And yet, here you were - outdoors, in the cold, beneath a bright sun that conferred no heat and instead sat there, mocking you like you were sure all of those happy skiing folk were doing too. But you were out there nonetheless, being taught to “pizza” and “french fry” as a way to ski by none other than your very own idoru girlfriend Iori Minase. She was laughing at your inability to simply move down the bunny slopes, but there was no malice in her giggles.

“Come on, Protag! French Fry, Pizza, French Fry, Pizza!”

She was standing in front of you, drawing you forward with a finger. Still, you couldn’t really get it. You try to step forward and end up face first in the snow.

It tasted bad, or as much as ice water could taste bad. Iori comes over and picks you up, and the two of you move slowly and awkwardly down the slope. A few toddlers pass you to dig in the insult, as though they were salting a wound.

The bulk of your day went like this, with you failing to ski and Iori patiently helping. At some point you allowed her to go off on her own for a bit, and waved while she went up the lift to the top of a peak you would rather piss yourself than ever even attempt to ski down.

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>You are a young man named Lloyd from the frozen Northern mountains of Tordo, on the continent of Teege. After a youth spent learning magic, you and your girlfriend spent some time as bandits after your home was destroyed, but have recently taken a chance to escape that life into a legit one... As sellswords, admittedly, but it's better than nothing.

>Your exact goal will change from thread to thread, most likely involving some job or another you've been sent on.

>The questmasters are Octoling (myself), and Grandflaw. There's no particular rhyme or reason to who posts when, and sometimes one of us might not appear all.

>Character Death is always a possibility and sometimes an inevitability (this is Fire Emblem after all), but your actions can very easily influence who lives and who dies.

>Voting periods will last an average of ten to fifteen minutes, but this may be increased, decreased, or generally changed at any given moment based on voter turnout.

>The previous threads are archived on suptg. A link to the most recent (coupled with summary and a handy list of names) is pasted http://pastebin.com/bHLFSCr9

>Our update twitter is https://twitter.com/qmgrandflocto and you can shoot us questions at http://ask.fm/qmgrandflocto

>An up-to-date link to all threads currently archived, both for this quest and its precursor: http://pastebin.com/Q77ts75m

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About to end a campaign, BB is a young powerful sorcerer who wants to become a king and yadayadaya. Was planning to have him become a Lich for the final session, but now I want something more... Obscure.

Suggestions?

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Has anybody here tried running a game without a Common equivalent that everybody just happened to understand? How did it go?

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ITT: Unorthodox ways of using spells and items

What are some ways you've used various spells and items in ways that they weren't intended to solve your problems?

For example: casting Water Walk on a dire shark to force it above the surface.

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"Masami! Masami, wait!"

Too late, she's already ran up to the streets, leaving Mir and I alone together.

"Phooey." I cross my arms. That Masami, she always wants to take everything on herself and then expects other people to bail her out if it gets to be too much.

I am Kaori Itsukuma.
I wish I stayed home instead of chasing Masami

Unlike my reckless little sister; I'm not quite a walking whirlwind of destruction and selfishness. She's akin to a pint-sized tank.
So if that's the case, why am I worrying about her?

Oh, I know the reason why. She's still somewhere out there with Asai. The man who is building a giant death-machine to hammer our city into pebbles.
Unless Asai goes to sleep where I can manipulate his dreams, there isn't anything I can do to help.

I was captured recently for trying to track him down. If it weren't for Masami, I don't know where I would be right now.

"Mir."
"(Yes?)" She replies. I can see her form flicker in the light.

I'm not sure whether Masami's cards which have turned human count as my 'sisters', my 'cousins', or if they're even family at all. I'm just extremely thankful for their help right now.
Mir especially, she can turn invisible at will. I've tried it a time or two and it's never worked out for me.

"What's the plan to get out of here without Asai noticing us?"
"(Oh, I have that covered.)" Her barely-audible whispery voice responds. A warm, gentle touch grasps my hand.

Slowly, starting from my elbow, my entire body flickers into invisibility!
"(Neat, huh?)" I can only imagine that she's smiling. "(Now, just don't make any noise, and we can walk back home unnoticed.)"

>Hold on, I'm not going back home. I'm going to go find my sister.
>Let's just explore a bit before we go home, I want to know what the situation is about.
>Wait! I can find the real Asai! I just need to sleep on it!
>Let's go back, Quietly.
>First thing's first: text Mom and tell her that I'm safe.
>Other?

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What is your favorite race?

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>This super ancient civilization was super advanced and built everything :DDD

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>Party is exploring a place.
>Player who happens to enter a room either is not explicitly paying attention or fails a Perception roll.
>They fall into a trap and take some damage
>Whole group groans as if the DM has just tread some taboo ground or they just can't be bothered with this shit.

Why do you people even play? What compels you to show up at all if the concept of playing a game physically upsets you?

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Sometime near the beginning of your party's campaign, they unwittingly assisted a fox spirit and in turn they sometimes get extremely odd luck, almost as if someone was playing a prank on their enemies at opportune moments.

>Beset upon by highwaymen, outnumbered 3 to 1
>Money or your life!
>Before anybody moves, a familiar looking fox darts out from the treeline, skips across the dirt road and disappears into the treeline again
>Highwaymen move to advance on your group
>Instead, they trip over their own feet tightly tied together with rope

Not enough to be an outright 'you win', but still more than feasible random chance occurrence. The group is suppose to slowly realize something fucky is going on, preferably with the fox as a calling card every time something happens.

What else might a trickster do in order to help his favourite band of adventurers?

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been going a while for FNM about 6 months, never played before used to play kitchen table yugioh very casually as a teen.

how our FNM used to work

#1 show up with your shit
#2 buy pack as buy in cost to enter tournament (no other fee)
#3 bring pack to table, open packs, hand to owner/staff
#4 they get put on singles case for tards to drool over
#5 play the damn game
#6 first place gets to choose the best pack
#7 promo and shitty promo binder roll afterwords.
No lottery pack prize support or bonus packs for winners or store credit.

a few weeks ago, opened 30$, was like ugin or some shit
Shoulda left with my shit.jpg

Next week

new rules! oh boy....
#1 and #2 as normal
#3 the owner or staff takes them and mixes them around
(he doesn't want people leaving after they open money.)
#4-7 as normal.
One of the staff members was noting that we were "cheaping out" at our last FNM when i and another player bought born of gods and m15 packs for prizes.

also has shit like commander decks and whatever marked up by 10% but it works out to about the same as getting it online with shipping.


Making me really consider if I even want to play at all anymore. Seems shady the way they are conducting business.
About to say fuck him and only participate in the pre-releases and not buy any of his shit any more.


What do?

Wont give out identifying store information.

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Alright men! We've got the rest of the day for R&R to celebrate our recent victories. Do NOT waste this opportunity to act like actual people. That is all men, have fun.

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Hey /tg/, I'm starting a new character and I was wondering how I would go about making a blind character. You know the type of blind that gives you sonar and amped senses, basicly daredevil. I'll talk with the Dm about this later this week but I was just wondering what your opinons would be on wow I should go about playing it, I'm quite new to /tg/ stuff.