[OOC] Blood Act I~ Ghosts of the Past

[Fallenreaper]

Crossark said
I'll send it to you tomorrow, my net's about to cut out.

Alright, no problem.

EliteCommander said
I'm just going to go ahead and hijack the 1000th post in the OOC.

Congrats!

[Rtron]

And now I wait...

[Fallenreaper]

Rtron said
And now I wait...

Or you can answer the PM or hop onto the titanpad life line...

[Rtron]

Or I could do that. XD

[Freeshooter92]

[Freeshooter92]

I say we portray Baltam as much like this guy here as possible:

[Rtron]

Who is Baltam?

And why are we using the MANLIEST OF MANLY TESTOSTERONE FILLED MEN, MR. TOOOOOORGUUUUUEEEE, to portray him.

[Freeshooter92]

Rtron said
Who is Baltam?And why are we using the MANLIEST OF MANLY TESTOSTERONE FILLED MEN, MR. TOOOOOORGUUUUUEEEE, to portray him.

The god of physical things.

[Rtron]

This pleases me.

IT MUST BE DONE.

[Freeshooter92]

He's like superjock, but with a bit of Torgue and the slightest hint of Khorne thrown in.

[Torack]

Updated my CS with what you asked for, Fallen! Just gotta play the waiting game now.

[Rtron]

Torack said
Character name: Eirenver Distonyé

He's got my approval.

[Freeshooter92]

Please tell me how do pronounce.

[WitchChild]

Damn I am having trouble with my post

[Torack]

Freeshooter92 said
Please tell me how do pronounce.

[Ay-Ren-Vurr] [Diss-Tone-Yay]

[Freeshooter92]

Torack said
[Ay-Ren-Vurr] [Diss-Tone-Yay]

Thank you batman.

[Konan375]

WitchChild said
Damn I am having trouble with my post

That's always terrible.

[Torack]

Freeshooter92 said
Thank you batman.

[Freeshooter92]

Playing half-orc monk. Decided to play something beyond weeaboo 'i am master of martial arts.' Spent 100gp on an inlaid mask with intricate tribal designs sewn on the sides with a 'fin' on top. Thus I became LOS TIBURON, THE SHARK OF THE LAND, MASKED WRESTLER. I took all my feats revolving around grappling. Grappled EVERYTHING. EVERY. FUCKING. THING. including, but not limited to, a bear.
Final part of the campaign: OH SHIT DRAGON. Dragon acts like a faggot, ducking into the water and popping out for breath weapon. Fuck that; I'mma charging its ass. My brother was playing a warforged fighter and assists my MIGHTY LEAP into the air, where I pose mid-air and shout about the HONOR OF THE MASK. That's how I TACKLED A FUCKING DRAGON. Dealt unarmed damage, latched on, and took a deep breath to prepare for the underwater struggle.
Dragon goes up. I forgot they can fly. DM gives me the option to let go before dragon takes off. Fuck that! I'm still wrestling! 200 FEET IN THE AIR, STILL WRESTLING A DRAGON AND DEALING UNARMED DAMAGE! Dragon actually starts hurting me; I need a plan. That's when brilliance strikes me:
"I roll to pin."
The entire table fell silent. I roll to 'pin' the dragon's wings behind its back, so it can't fly anymore. THE ENTIRE TABLE LEANS FORWARD TO WATCH THIS ROLL OF DESTINY. NATURAL. FUCKING. TWENTY. I pin the dragon's wings, sending it and me hurtling into the ground. I have one combat round left to make my final statement.
"I AM LOS TIBURON! AND I... AM... A LUCHA!!!"
Dragon's neck snaps on impact. Through sheer luck or GM fiat -- possibly both -- I survive at -4 HP. The party cleric brings me back up to 1 HP, picks me up, and holds one arm into the air. My brother the fighter immediately bangs his shield twice, making the bell noise. Party's bard/diplomancer announces "And the winner is... Los Tiburon!"
And that's how I made it to level four.

A hero to us all.

[Torack]

That's probably the most awesome thing I've read all day!