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I'm from the last thread with the theoretical wizard organization.

But what I'm thinking is using profession and crafting rules to see how much my followers can make.

lets assume a character has on average a +2 mod in either wisdom or intelligence (if they're doing a profession or craft). So level 1s have a +6, 2s a +7, and so on.

We count undead on taking 10 on a profession check as an unskilled laborer.

At level 7 I have 28 undead, an int mod of +8, a guildhall, and a generous reputation, giving me a total leadership score of 18.

35 Level 1 followers get 16 per, so 8gp per week.

3 Level 2 followers get 17 per, so 8gp per week again.

1 level 3 follower gets 18 per, so 9gp per week.

1 level 4 follower gets 19 per, so 9gp per week.

38*8(level 1/2 followers)+2*9(level 2/3 followers)+.1*36(zombies)+8*2 (level 1/2 graduates)+9*2 (level 3/4 graduates)+10*2 (level 5/6 graduates) = 380gp per weeks of money generated. This is then put towards making constructs, namely homunculi, which can be made once every 3 weeks at this rate.

This only gets faster as I level up, heading towards

148*8+11*9+4*10+.1*88+8*2+9*2+10*2+11*2+12*2+13*2+14*2+15*2+16*2+17 = 1564.8 gp per weeks. This would be able to make a homunculi per weeks.

Each homunculi would be trained in a craft skill, and provide a 11 on a take 10, netting 5gp per weeks.

Will we ever get a construct race that isn't small?

>>43726960
Port over the warforged? If you drop their -2 to either wisdom or cha, they end up roughly balanced as a PF race.

>>43726789

>Retribution class

I want big lasers

>>43726789
>>Apocalypse Class Battleship: Only has Lance and Nova cannons, is a bit harder to maneuver that most ships

>>43726789
>>Emperor class battleship: Can have up to 8 squadrons of attack crafts in it's hangar bays. Has a few Lance batteries and other minor turrets and cannons
Can't go wrong with the Emperor!

>>43726672
Why did you put an apostrophe there

Like, okay, sometimes you make a mistake when it comes to certain contexts, like possessive nouns, but I can't think of any path of logic that would lead to a person thinking an apostrophe goes where you put it.

>>43726741
I have no excuse besides I just fucked up.

My character's master was killed, and his loved one is missing in a post-apocalyptic wasteland

This isn't news, or hidden by GW. Terra is actually earth in the 41st millennium. Mentioned or obviously hinted at in many canon texts

>>43726525
There are some similarities, sure, but I think you're reading way too much into it. There's no way that it could actually be earth.

It's probably some retarded patois bastardization like Yrth or Uaerth or something copyrightable.

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>>43726525

>pic related

>>43726486
Far right so the waifuists will rage hard.

>>43726486
Definitely that guy on the right, don't even play or know the more but he has a kill me vibe.

>>43726486
I mean if it's #2 or #3 then itsfuckingnothing.jpg - only #1 would really be significant and even then they'd use it as a way to field Farsight stuff in a normal Tau army as they are re-integrated.

This is no different than 90% of system that set a DC you're attempting to hit, except you remove modifiers and the DCs are decided by the GM arbitrarily. This isn't a bad thing, just not unique in the slightest.

>>43726363
>rolling one dice

Dohoho

Player and GM bet hidden d4 pools against each other. More even numbers means you win, but if you lose you have to put your d4s on the floor and step on them.

>>43725882
L5R is pretty lethal

>>43725882
Traveller. You can die during character generation.

>>43725882

F.A.T.A.L. Players might kill themselves for real.

>>43725692
same thing basically, a huge fat fucker in my first group who rolled up a homebrew witcher race/class and always tried to seduce every woman he met

>>43725692
At my own local college gaming club I've run into a few rancid individuals.

One guy (I never knew his name but people sometimes called him Stinkpit) was really huge, tall, about 350lbs or more, and the type of guy who doesn't carry the weight well at all, like he has a really thin bone structure so he looks way fatter even than he probably is. He would always wear dirty pants and stained, stretched to fuck t-shirts, had longish hair that was always greasy and sort of wet. He smelled ungodly, so bad that getting anywhere near the guy was a nightmare. I've met a lot of guys who smell bad, like literally smell like rotting garbage, but he was maybe the worst. The first time I came into a room with him, a classroom that could seat about a hundred people, from almost fifteen feet away I got a whiff of him and I physically covered my face with my mouth with me hand and turned away. I didn't even know what it was yet I was smelling, it just felt like I wanted into a dump. When he would use the bathroom, you couldn't go in there for like fifteen minutes, because the BO was so concentrated in the smallness of the room it would made you nauseous to breathe in there.

The guy also seemed, I don't know, off. I never heard him speak or saw him really focus on people. He would stand or sit, often for long stretches, just staring, at people or at walls or things, his mouth often agape. He had this vibe where you looked at him across a room and just immediately thought "that guy's retarded". Not like downs, but like a Forest Gump kind of thing, low IQ, inability to really engage with reality.

>>43725887
Another guy a few years ago at the same club was much older, probably in his 40s or 50s. He was pretty big too, had a big ass beard. He was the aggressive type of socially awkward, not like he was shy, but he was loud, forceful, angry, demanding of others all the time in a very inappropriate way. I remember once he got angry at a pizza shop that someone was "poaching" his players, because they asked the table of people eating pizza if anyone wanted to play Catan. He got up and was full throated shouting and cursing at this 19 year old asian kid, cursing so loud you could hear him all through the restaurant and everyone was just sort of shocked and silent.

The guy also smelled kinda bad, but not as bad as the average Magic player at the club. What was really gross about him was how unclean he was. He had really long fingernails and there would be grime and mud caked under them, as though he had not cut them or properly washed his hands in days or weeks. Once he showed up with shit on his underwear, the inside and outside of the back of his pants, up the skin of his back and up the back of his t-shirt. There was a lot of it, and when he would lean forward you could see inches of the stuff, caked on and dry like it had been there for hours. He sat there for four or five hours like that, seemingly unaware, then went home.

>>43725624
>Still no word what shrooms they were on when they announced the Chaos Preorder.

Well they did this http://forums.totalwar.com/showthread.php/164869-Total-War-WARHAMMER-Dev-Blog-%E2%80%93-Chaos-Warriors-Pre-orders-and-DLC

>>43726532
Never going to let that go, huh?

>>43726872
I'm not sure what you mean, I don't consider it a good defence it that's what you're saying.

The quiet in the room was near deafening, the only sounds being those of distant wordless noise from the courts below the Tower of the Sun. Upon your eyes a heated rage so deeply seeded it almost tore you apart by mere thought. Conversely, upon Lord Jon Arryn’s, one of immense displeasure, as if he had just eaten a foul egg. It was a disdain that extended to yourself, you were unsure of who to blame in this. From the moment you had stepped foot in King’s Landing your head had been filled with lies, both boldly to your own face and those in quiet word behind closed door. The Spider, the King, his Queen, and even the men you thought you could trust the most, Dontos and the Lord Hand, gave you false truths. Prevented you from single truth. That your sister, Isis Malroy, yet lived.

Your lips attempt to form word, and though a pain in your temple complimented the wild fire upon your eyes attempted to prevent such you choke out a few in a harsh whisper, sounding more of threat than question, “Where is she?”

Lord Arryn ruffles himself up like Benjin would, the elderly man looking far more his age with each coming word, as if each pulled at the few teeth he had left, “My Lord Malroy. Before I continue, we must coming to an agreement. Your actions in the coming months will determine the path of your House, of the Crownlands immediately beyond King’s Landing. Your actions must be kept, they need be careful. I need you to keep lips locked, focus upon what we need do. Not what they wish you to do.”

The burning upon your face has extended to your ears by now, his words washed upon you. Again preaching to you of your actions, of the need for subtle step, rather than brash booted foot crashing through the bloody gates of your enemies, “Who is they?”

“Lord Royce Redward, no doubt the Landwards possibly the Blounts. They would like nothing more than to see you attempt to go to war with them.”

Three houses again, to your one, upon thought you remember the Dargoods and their possible position in this, of your family’s long standing disdain of the Thorne’s and theirs of yours. Of House Celtigar and their connections to the other Valryian Houses. The hidden shadows that held daggers to your throat claiming dedication to a Magister of Myr. Upon every border far and wide their seemed to be an enemy. You were unsure of House Chelsted, further of Chyttering. The Longwaters were likely your staunchest allies in this, a mere footnote in the grander scheme of things. You wished to rip them all to shreds with your own hands so hell bent on vengeance, of seeking revenge, yet...

“Lord Redward is in current possession of your sister,” he continues, his eyes of grey sky locking with yours in defiant fearless notion, “Upon the conclusion of the Rebellion your House was diminished to less than three members, that the crown knew of my Lord. Your aunt in the Crownlands, your Uncle whose location we did not know at the time, and your sister. Lord Redward had taken her hostage during the Sack of King’s Landing, before my time there. The King had taken court many times, giving favor and deeds of land and personage with little thought to them. It was there Lord Redward had been granted your lands south of the Blackwater Rush, where he requested ownership of your keep of Steadhold, by right of marriage to Lady Isis. He had been granted all of these things, your family likely would have become bannered to his own, had Ser Dontos been the only one we knew of.”

“The man that murdered my family, that betrayed them upon the field of battle, raped and kidnapped my mother and sister, he is granted all of this? Where is the justice in this? How could such a thing be allowed?”

“There is no justice in war my Lord. The victor enjoys exclusive right to the narrative that shall follow, where you would see a turn coat, another would see a war hero.”

You rise from your seat, slowly, with purpose and turn your back to Lord Arryn. Your body shudders from the sheer rage building upon your mind, “Why did they lie to me?” you throw over your shoulder.

“Lord Varys recommendation my Lord. When Ser Dontos arrived in King’s Landing to our summons months prior to your own he had informed us of your existence. He warned of your brash actions, of not knowing the man you had become in your time in Essos. It had become abundantly clear to us in order to prevent the extinction of your House we would need to keep certain truths from light. I ill liked it. Having just arrived to serve the King as his Hand I was still in the midst of fixing wrongs done by reckless decrees. At that point in time I had little other choice than to mitigate the damage done. And to wait.”

“Wait?” you had begun to pace back and forth the room, eyes landing upon the Sea of Dorne whenever you would cross to the window again.

“Yes my Lord Malroy. To wait. For your arrival, to gain measure of you, of the man I had only knew upon words of a broken Uncle and a spymaster. Your youth betrays you my Lord, upon you is the air of a Lord. But yet your actions speak to a man still conflicted by his very nature. I knew you needed to be tempered, your focus upon your House. Before... “ he sighs deeply, pinching the brow of his nose, “Before I could tell you this.”

The nicest way to call you a sellsword still playing at Lord, “Why tell me at all? Do you not betray the King in doing so?”

Weakness: skeletons, errant bolts of lightning

>Special item: Magic Piccolo
>Summons 4d8 Gnomes that will fight for Tigtone
>They will even fight snakes

Size/Type: Large Magical Beast
Hit Dice: 5d10+25 (52 hp)
Initiative: +1
Speed: 30 ft. (6 squares)
Armor Class: 15 (-1 size, +1 Dex, +5 natural), touch 10, flat-footed 14
Base Attack/Grapple: +5/+14
Attack: Claw +9 melee (1d6+5)
Full Attack: 2 claws +9 melee (1d6+5) and bite +4 melee (1d8+2)
Space/Reach: 10 ft./5 ft.
Special Attacks: Improved grab
Special Qualities: Scent
Saves: Fort +9, Ref +5, Will +2
Abilities: Str 21, Dex 12, Con 21, Int 2, Wis 12, Cha 10
Skills: Listen +8, Spot +8
Feats: Alertness, Track
Environment: Temperate forests
Organization: Solitary, pair, or pack (3-8)
Challenge Rating: 4
Treasure: None
Alignment: Always neutral
Advancement: 6-8 HD (Large); 9-15 HD (Huge)
Level Adjustment: —

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>>43725218
Roll your character, /tg/.

1-2 Lawful
3-4 Neutral
5-6 Chaotic

1-2 Good
3-4 Neutral
5-6 Evil

1 Human
2 Elf
3 Dwarf
4 Half-Orc
5 Gnome
6 Half-elf
7 Halfling
8 Goblin

1 Fighter
2 Magic-user
3 Cleric
4 Thief
5 Barbarian
6 Druid
7 Cavalier
8 Monk
9 Bard
10 Paladin
11 Ranger
12 Fighter again

Huh, no grognards around I guess.

Rolled 3 + 1 (1d6 + 1)

I'll be playing Delta Green for the first time this weekend. I've only ever played D&D 5E, what should I expect.

>>43725080
Madness and death, in that order.

>>43725080
Games like CoC, DG, Dread, etc. are not about playing a powerful hero who dominates almost every situation and keeps getting better at it.

Instead it is about playing a flavorful character torn by flaws and in no way equipped to deal with what they must face. Usually it ends in their demise. The fun is in the how.

>Rush and punch her head off with your bare fists.

You were a weapon of the Omnissiah and you’ll show both the Gladiators and the spectators that you were superior thanks to your many bionics and your allegiance to the Machine-God. Immediately after the combat started you tensed all your muscles and felt them tightening around your hardened skeleton and organs, from your bionics several small streams of steam emerged and readied them for the incoming skirmish. Your psyber eagle noticed your intentions and started to fly to not hinder your movements. Step after step you started to dash towards the Albino Gladiator as you felt how with each feet that you advanced more and more bionics activated, some mere seconds later your vibrowrists, electoos, luminen capacitors and the jet engines of your wings were connected, turning you into a blurry ball of electric light that advanced like a plasma projectile towards his doomed objective. The strange albino girl was also rushing towards you with her power claws and her head bizarrely spinning to swing the electro-flails that she had installed on her digestive track.

She was doomed.

You were faster, heavier and your bionics made your impacts even greater. You retracted your arm and released it in the form of a heavy unstoppable punch. The moment your metallic knuckles touched her face the quantity of Newtons that were liberated in that instant was massive, yet you could somehow feel all the damage that she had suffered. First her skull shattered, her eyes ruptured and exploded, afterwards several of her vertebrae became broken and misplaced, but she didn’t died yet, her death came mere seconds later when all the veins and flesh that connected her neck were ripped off from the impact.

Your punch was so great that you had decapitated her.

>>43724595

Her lifeless body somehow managed to stay upright for some seconds in which she showered you with a rain of blood and chemical products that coated you with crimson and multicolored fluids. The head continued flying in an arch that managed to reach the viewers, a couple of unlucky techpriests weren’t quick enough to avoid it and ended being affected by the head’s electro-flails, that were still attached to it and somehow continued activated.

There were other three gladiators that were fighting on the distance, when they saw what you were capable of they stopped and decided to create some kind of truce to unite their strength against you.

One carried with him the red hood and robes that revealed that he was a member of the Mechanicus, maybe it was an old techpriests that thought that he would have more future as a Gladiator or perhaps it was a Skitarii that did some crime and was punished to pay with his life in the Arena, he had a strange shield whose surface showed an oscillating frequency and carried with himself a mace that appeared to have some kind of mechanism inside of it.

>>43724607

The second one was a hulking mass of muscle and fat that was even bigger than you and whose origins are surely a failed experiment of some sort, it fought completely naked and had a constant look of stupidity on his face, still, you tried to be cautious and consider him as intelligent as the rest of the combatants.

The third one was a person of indeterminate gender that seemed to be heavily scarred and burned. Its armor was covered in grenades and used a grenade launcher in one hand and a flamer in the other. That fighter reeked of madness and insanity; it could be the most dangerous of them all for all you know.

You walked over the lifeless body of the fallen gladiator and started to meditate about what step to take next.

>Focus on the Skitarii warrior; try to make him see that you are like him and that you two should unite against the other two gladiators.
>Focus on the Hulking mass of muscle and fat. Use all your energy ranged weapons to turn him into a steaming pile of burning hot ashes.
>Focus on the the Flamer and Grenade warrior. Maybe you could use your eagle, Aquilax, to pull some pins of its grenades.
>Try to fight them all at once, give the watchers a great show.
>Write in.

Hopeful bump for fa/tg/uy posts

Apparently /tg/ has awful DMs

>>43725561
Why did you think everyone was so salty all the time? We are damaged goods.