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5 yrs ago
I like how it's an option to pm yourself.
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6 yrs ago
I need a vacation...
6 yrs ago
Is this just the week of weirdness? Or is it just me?
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6 yrs ago
My dog died.
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6 yrs ago
*Turns with uninterested look* Just give them what they want, they're like Slaanesh. They'll get bored with it quick.

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@Rydude17@TheIrishJJ

3E isn't hard to find the rules and differences from 5E on the internet. I'm sure you could find something to help you.

My advice, maybe ask around OrcPub forums.
@TheIrishJJ

Do to popular request, it seems 3rd edition is what will be used. Same with classes.

Edit: And any reasonable race is available. Otherwise, you gotta' convince me, like I said earlier.
@Rydude17

All reasonable races are allowed. Other races if you can convince me.



@EnterTheHero

"Svicoalt. I require more time."

The careless Crevix was annoyed, for he was busy checking his Dragon's teeth for debris. It had bugged him about it consecutively, and he was almost done, just one tooth left. But he needed to be careful with him leaning into a Dragon's mouth like he was. Argolt or not, a bite from Langastor's metal serrated teeth was certain death. Langcastor half yawned, showing his tiring. "Almost Langcastor. Just one more...done." He quickly and efficiently got out of the Dragon's mouth, Langcastor moving his jaw from the strain as soon as his pilot was out. Crevix looked at the dragon and shook his head. "How you get stuff stuck in your teeth I'll never know. I'm going to the debriefing, and do not go back to sleep." Langcastor mocked him by making metallic noises while moving his left paw in a motion as if making a fake mouth. The Argolt just stared at him and then walked towards the door. Langcastor then scoffed and laid down.
Crevix passed by the other crew, who gave him odd looks. He never understood the other race's unnerved looks at him. He wasn't that odd. Rare, yes, but he couldn't be blamed for that. He walked past all of them, noting their expressions and height. He knew he was the tallest organism on the ship, and he was average for Argolt height, being a meager 7'2". It still amused him when finding a human who was only 5 feet, finding their height disadvantageous if they fought him. He was too skinny and too strong for them to use his weight against him. But they could hide somewhere he would have to bend down to go into. Then the situation would be to their advantage.
He arrived at Situation Room A early. He went to the back and stood, waiting for the brief to start. He didn't really have to worry about comfort, but he found being behind everybody was to his liking. He looked at the admiral and gave a nod in acknowledgement. "Hello Admiral Serrano."
@Queen Tomato
Meaning using no aspects of mechanics, just lore about races, magic, and realms. The world itself is one I've made for this. And I'm debating between G3 and G4
@A Lowly Wretch

May I join back? I've gotten bored over here and want some magic back in my life(pun intended)
trouble-some, trouble-some
Bubbly here, daring there!
trouble-some, trouble-some
They'll break your clock,
and take your wife!
Be careful where you dock,
for fear for our life!





The RP is going to be a DND RP, without mechanics, about a group of outcast anti-hero adventurers. I got eight slots, so who wishes to tell their tale?
Ducealia activated both of her claws with a sadistic giggle. "With Pleasure!" And she jumped onto the tank's top and maneuvered to the optics. She got close, but then the turret hatch opened and the Gunner fired at her with an automatic rifle. She dodged what she could, but a few hit, causing major damage to her flank. She shot him with her right stinger, the shot going through his jugular.
She then realized she was in the perfect spot to throw a grenade in. "I'd appreciate a grenade bo- EET!" The turret spun suddenly, throwing Ducaelia of balance. She started falling off the side of the tank, and the turret spun more, knocking her around more. She activated her cloak before hitting the ground with a thump and she rolled to the underside of the tank.
Whoever was driving this tank was on her shit list.
With a Huff she grabbed on to the under carriage, which was no easy task with the amount of flat armor. She had to grab around one of the vents. She turned her cloak off and looked Silas dead in the eyes. "GERNADE! NOW!" she yelled in rage.
@ZAVAZggg

Lunearo stared at him, his emotions unreadable. "Did I say army? No, that is not my intent. Simply to find their strongest warrior or two, bring them back for a day or two, under the cover of night. Plus, graveyards always have the a mortician of some sort, which I can ask what they know. Morticians may be hide-aways and odd to others, but they know more than anybody else. Local myths? Got them all. Local rumors? Knows the facts and who caused them. Disappearance and mortality rate is easy knowledge for them, since they are required to set an area for the missing and the dead." He kept walking then snickered. He looked at his left hand and laughed. "Plus, what if they think a Lich did it? No way to blame the Order, and then they'll know it's better to stay to the roads and city. That wouldn't be that bad, now would it?" He laughed evilly, knowing full well how to get around torches and pitchforks. Just make a new evil appear that isn't there, and the true evil is let be. Gullible sheep!
@BlackSam3091

"Silence Dwarf! If I'm unhinged, then the Order is off it's damned rockers!"
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