Assallya

Things I'd Never Do If I Ever Became an Evil Overlord (#121 I will not attempt to use an artifact that I know can only be used by the pure of heart)

Puh-lease... When has a villain ever been useful! In fact, maybe she's too useful. Maybe very we don't need an overlord or anybody else, just the felinoid!

Anyone interested in a Group D&D campaign? New players welcome.

Oh goodness me... We could swap stories. They stuff I had to put up with...

*Lol *

Anyone interested in a Group D&D campaign? New players welcome.

5e is surprisingly similar to second edition. They brought back proficiencies and scrapped the skill system.

The biggest difference is eliminating most of the "save or die" spells so you can't spam the Balor with a host of Disintegrate spells off of scrolls and other cheap tricks.

Things I'd Never Do If I Ever Became an Evil Overlord (#121 I will not attempt to use an artifact that I know can only be used by the pure of heart)

"How dare you decide what the overlord will our will not do Voice!" Assallya countered as the Doomlord turned to leave without receiving permission.

The courtesan couldn't believe the man's audacity. She was going to revel in the lesson she felt the Overlord was going to mete out. There was nothing Assallya lived more than watching the Overlord every his power over others.

Freeform Fantasy Roleplay (Anybody can just jump in.)

Still waiting on those two plus the full resolve in the fight outside

Things I'd Never Do If I Ever Became an Evil Overlord (#121 I will not attempt to use an artifact that I know can only be used by the pure of heart)

Assallya had just been about to answer her lord and master's question when she found herself saved by the interjection of that idiot girl that was for some inexplicable reason, partially feline. Whatever manner of sorcerer wasted his efforts on such a creation was beyond Assallya's kenning.

The catgirl's form of address though? D'Ren? Assallya's eyes steeled at the sound of the Overlord's name used by a girl in such a friendly, personal manner. She couldn't believe that the cat girl would dare! Resisting the urge to unleash a spell that would intimidate and humiliate the catgirl Assallya merely turned to her lord and master and whispered in his ear.

"Would you like me to kill her for such disrespect or would you like to enjoy it yourself?"

Pirate rp. Looking for people and ideas

I should point out that pirates rarely went after other ships. Ships that were plunder worthy were often well protected. More often then not pirates went ashore​, traveling two or three days by foot and attacked towns and villages "on the way back". The key thing there was "on the way back" because the local militia would be called in and the pirates would run back to their ship and sail away while the militia was stuck on the shore shaking their fists with anger and unable to follow.

Things I'd Never Do If I Ever Became an Evil Overlord (#121 I will not attempt to use an artifact that I know can only be used by the pure of heart)

Assallya moved to the overlord, her soft silks floating about her like so many shadows and clung gently to his bicep for he didn't like being impeded in his movements. Her long golden hair washed over his shoulder and she gazed up at the advisor that had been hung upside down. She loved it when the overlord exerted his authority. She loved watching him punish others. It was a power she could flex herself when she so chose, in his name of course, but it was something she greatly enjoyed.

"My lord," the voice of the doomlord said in a deep, booming voice, that reverberated around the room, rattling some of the panes. "Whilst I am sure he has done many things to deserve such a punishment, he is one of our better advisers, and he seems to have learnt his lesson."

"Also, I'm pretty sure we have a hero problem."

"Again."

"A hero problem?" Assallya echoed, "Did someone finally pull that bastard magic sword out of the stone? I particularly liked that last one that staked himself to a tree in hopes of understanding all the powers of the ancients. That problem took care of itself when he bled himself out."

Starwars: Galaxy in terror

Arla

Age: 23
Race: Twi'lek
Gender: Female
Skills: Dance, Seduction, Martial Arts, blind fighting
Disabilities: Advanced Technology. Arla sometimes has trouble figuring out how to open unlocked doors.
Force Sensitivity: None
Personality: Arla, having been a slave for many years, is a cynical woman. She doesn't trust anyone. She is quite willing to betray anyone and anything in order to acquire her freedom or credits.
Languages: Basic, Huttese, Twi'Lekki

Bio: As Ryloth is tidally locked to its star and only a thin band of the planet's surface is capable of supporting life. One half is perpetually too cold, the other a burning wasteland. As a result most Twi'lek are forced to live underground. Having evolved from simple underground dwelling mammals they have hairless bodies and keen senses. Their lekku and ear cones, at one point, compensated for their blindness, both of which have become less sensitive as their eyesight developed.

Arla was born there, her clan poor and starving in the deep caves. Only the rarest and most powerful clans able to live on the thin band of surface that isn't a hot blasted or frozen wasteland. On rare occasions she would go out and watch the "under worlders" raid the surface clans for food and valuables while the "upper dwellers" would raid the under ground portions of the planets for slaves with which to trade to the "off worlders". So it has been for thousands of years and so it is likely to continue.

Arla was taken in one such raid, just one of thousands that were used as bartering material with off worlders who have absolutely no interest in helping the Twi'lekki people get off world and establish themselves on a less gods forsaken planet. They love the pathetic needs of the Twi'lekki peoples for they are incredibly easy to take advantage of, fighting amongst themselves for the crumbs the greater galaxy chooses to fling their way. The tribe that kidnapped her sold her for a blaster, which would be of great use killing her own people and was packed aboard a slaver starship and whisked away from her home. Later, she would be sold for thousands of credits against the two hundred credits the cheap blaster would cost. Later, they would make even more credits off of the power packs which were cheaper still. Quite the lucrative deal.

Arla, like most subterranean twi'leks is an accomplished fighter with the primitive stone weapons and slings. Wood, of course, being so incredibly rare that it could not be wasted in the crafting of weapons. The women of a tribe were expected to protect it while men were away hunting for food or raiding other tribes for their supplies. She is, as one might imagine from living underground, also quite adept at skulking about in the dark.

Aboard the starship that had taken them she, along with several of the slaves, had to deal with an unknown creature in the ship's hold that was hunting down the slaves one by one. She served as bait but managed to lure it into an airlock and decompress it. It was the scariest thing she had ever done.

After that she arrived at the slave auction and was promptly tattooed. Apparently normal humans were discomfited by the Twi'lekki lack of eyebrows. They also informed her that, had they time, they'd have performed a genetic augmentation upon her that they did to many Twi'Lekki, replacing her cones with... human ears! The very idea disgusted her. Those strange wrinkly misshapen things on the side of human heads were so ugly!

Sold into a combination cantina and brothel Arla spent the next few years serving its patrons, developing a reputation as a dancer that drew people to her establishment from across the planet.

Unfortunately, the fall of the "Great Galactic Empire" took her owner by surprise. The local moff in the outer rim suddenly found himself an independent ruler and began to make his own laws, taking whatever he wanted. Years passed and many of the independent moffs joined this new organization called "The First Order" at which point the rules changed again. Unable to keep up Arla's owner was caught under some obscure new application of the law. Arla was confiscated along with everything else the man had of value she was transported up to a Star Destroyer where the Captain planned on taking her to another slave market on the other side of the galaxy and turn a tidy profit. Unfortunately for her, that Imperial Captain was overruled and yet another commander exerted his authority and took her as his own, where he ran a prison planet called Theta 12. It was getting rather tedious.

Unlike the other prisoners she is able to wander non-critical areas but not being confined to a cell isn't exactly freedom either. She's looking for just the right sort of allies to help her escape.

Starwars: Galaxy in terror

Arla wandered the barren cold halls, one hand trailing along the smooth steel plates that lined the walls. She was allowed to roam free but she was a prisoner as much as any of those working the mines or the farms outside. The slender of limb, green skinned twi'lek, was both powerless and untouchable simultaneously. As the commander's pet none of the troopers would dare touch her. It was a paradox that was almost maddening.

Another troupe of prisoners was paraded past her, another spectacle of unfortunates that she dared not appear too interested in. This particular assortment was more than the typical, suddenly apologetic, formerly angry farmers that had been upset with their taxation. This was a motley assortment that looked like troublemakers. They did not bend their brows as the white armoured soldiers stalked past or shoved them along in their lines. Often they glared back only to receive an extra shove or even a rifle butt to the face.

Maybe these prisoners could get her out of here, she considered as one head tail slid across her collarbone. She honestly doubted any could but any slim possibility was better than waiting for the perfect chance that would never come.