Descartes

Dungeon Crawling Adventure

Lore checks would totally be useful in the library at the end.

Dungeon Crawling Adventure

Name: Lungs of the Earth
Brief History: A vast network of caves running deep into the earth. It has one large entrance where wind constantly blows. According to legend, the cave system were the lungs of the earth itself.
Layout Summary: The entryway is more or less straight forward until a split happens. After that, there are several smaller tunnels each dotted with small rooms.
Threats(Enemies, Traps, etc): Wind elementals which are impervious to physical damage patrol the area and there is an omnipresent wind which blows even at the deepest parts of the cave. The air seems laced with some kind of magic energy, which grows strong inside one of the smaller rooms. This magic enhances the powers of enchanted weaponry and magic spells. The "boss" is a golem which waits at the entrance of the cave. It takes the shape of a bee-hive. When an intruder leaves taking something from the cave with them, the golem activates, the bees leaving the hive to form a giant human shape with the hive as its core.

Dungeon Crawling Adventure

I actually don't see anti-magic a lot in DnD. But for some exxamples: The Anti-mage in DOTA, Nemesis in Anima, Spell Breakers in Warcraft III, Kassadin in LoL, templars in Dragon Age, and I'm not sure if it counts, but the Chi-blockers from Avatar.

Dungeon Crawling Adventure

It's not just magic users, but magic items and non-human humanoids. I was thinking that even though his schtick was anti-magic, he'd have some pretty good strategy along with some skilled officers who have a similar disdain for magic.

Magic users can still kick-punch, as god (or gods in this setting) intended.

Rematch! Abraham Haddad vs Daddy Liberty

In spite of being airborne qualified, Jim had never actually made a jump on a mission, no less do one without a parachute. A little proud of how he stuck the landing, Daddy Liberty was motivated properly for his following. Though his comrades no longer supported him, Daddy Liberty had the spirit of the president. No. Daddy Liberty had the support of all the presidents; past, present, and future.

The soldier shook with pride, as he continued weaving between buildings, before soon enough, he noticed the faint sound of crying. It was vaguely human, though it probably was not. Still, Daddy Liberty had recognized it as some kind of speech. As if on cue, Daddy Liberty began walking into the direction of the noise. His footsteps were loud as he was carrying loads of equipment, but Daddy Liberty himself tried to remain hidden. His M240B was held with the butt stock in the pocket of Jim's right shoulder. His left, forward hand was pushing it into his chest, and his right hand grasping the pistol grip with his finger off the trigger.

When he saw a corner, he peaked through while trying to remain ready to fire his weapon. Though his mask obscured quite a bit of Daddy Liberty's peripheral view, he could barely make out something that was just barely humanoid in shape, but much more grotesque in appearance. Daddy Liberty, in response, backed up behind the wall and turned to face his target. Before letting his enemy know, he squared up his stance, leaned slightly forward, and moved past the corner.

Finally ready to fire, Daddy Liberty switched his weapon from safe to fire. In one quick motion, he grabbed the trigger and squeezed for a good three seconds in the general direction of Abraham. The 240B had some noticeable kick, but Daddy Liberty's strength was more than enough to stabilize himself even on the slightly uneven, soft ground beneath.

Dungeon Crawling Adventure

Name: Tomb of the Anti-mage
Brief History: Long ago, existed a great general born from common stock. He was a strange one, incapable of any magic. When given enchanted items, they would fail in his hands. Wizards in the vicinity had a more difficult time casting spells around this man. It was soon discovered that non-humans even felt themselves getting weaker in his presence. Soon, this man turned his weakness into a strength. The kingdom doubted him for his inability to wield magic or be remotely close to anything magical, and so the anti-mage turned to building his own upstarts which included peasants who did not themselves cast magic. Joined by warriors and soldiers with similar ideals, the Anti-Mage raised an army. He had conquered many kingdoms- more than one would expect without any mages to speak of. If the Anti-Mage himself was in the area, the enemies knew it was time for their sure defeat. Though the anti-mage's ambitions were great, he was incapable of taking over the continent before being hit by a stray arrow. His men did all they could, but the anti-mage eventually died from septic shock. His people then erected a monument to him, where deep within, they housed his body. The tomb itself is laced with traps. Runes mark the walls in two layers.
Layout Summary: Actually rather straightforward. The entire way down is a spiral stone staircase, then a hallway leading into the anti-mage's chamber.
Threats(Enemies, Traps, etc): The entire tomb is marked with runes which weaken magic. The Anti-Mage's body itself, in spite of its state of being dead, still possesses its anti-magic properties. All who even get twelve feet from the corpse that use magic or have magic on their person become weak and incapable of casting spells. Non-humans find it difficult to simply walk or breath. Several traps also line the dungeon, many just simple pitfalls and darts. Animals inhabit the dungeon and know how to navigate through its traps. These are simply bats and wolves- mundane creatures.

[Zombie World] The Walking Dead [Full]

David Cantrell

Name: David Cantrell

Age: 68

Weapon: M16A4, M1911, several bottles of ibuprofen

Nationality: American, 1/64th Cherokee

Relationships: Single - Divorced

Family:
Randy Cantrell (Son)
Joanna Cantrell (Daughter - illegitimate)
Royce Cantrell (Grandson)
Possibly many others

Personality: Angry, jaded, perverted, and very very senile; the Mr. Cantrell is not the man to be fooled with. Since he lost his leg, Cantrell had adopted a pessimistic outlook on life, and it had only gotten worse with age. In order to keep his emotions in check and Cantrell from going into sudden outbursts of rage, Cantrell must take a cocktail of drugs every morning and evening. Thanks to his erectile dysfunction and insecurity of said condition, Cantrell often makes comments about his penis. Cantrell will mention his penis almost every time he speaks. That said, Cantrell has adopted a fairly morbid sense of humor.

Even so, Cantrell typically trusts everybody. He thinks himself a little too trustworthy if only as a means of making himself feel better after being let down. When speaking to younger men, he will often degrade them in some way. When speaking to a woman, he will often degrade them in some way. The only exception would be people with rank, and even then his respect for a person is hit or miss. Even so, he will refer to people as sir or ma'am.

History: Born January 28th, 1947 Cantrell was raised by a humble family living the American dream in a small town in Oklahoma. He was raised well by his two parents who were purists about the American dream, at least as far as the young David was concerned. He grew up alongside 3 brothers, all older than he was. The family seemed to have a lot of boys on his father's side. Growing up was fun, for the most part. His father, after being boarded medically boarded from the Army after losing his left leg, had all the time in the world to spend with his family. Many compared Cantrell to his father, but at the time he did not heed their words.

Growing up with a lot of testosterone, Cantrell competed very hard against his brothers. He wasn't the biggest or strongest kid in school, but Cantrell would always try to be. He was rough and tough to the core. Most play revolved around sports which Cantrell loved. When he got in trouble, Cantrell used to be punished with push-ups. When his father realized it wasn't working, he moved onto sit-ups.

When they came of age, the Cantrell brothers all joined the military. His oldest brother commissioned through ROTC into the airforce- not something he particularly liked doing, but it was a nice bid to spite his father who hated airmen; the middle brother joined the army as an infantryman to make his father proud, knowing he was looked down upon a little bit as the middle child; the brother second youngest after David joined the Navy as a SEAL. David had a sense of obligation to join the military. The only question was which branch.

After a year of working, Cantrell eventually decided to join the army after getting into a debate against an anti-war protester. He joined as a combat medic- 91B at the time. Cantrell went to basic training at Fort Benning, then trained as a medic at Fort Sam Houston. His first deployment was to Hanoi, and he had been on several missions in Vietnam since. Strange to say, Cantrell had fun. This was until Cantrell lost his leg to a punji trap, his comrades putting a tourniquet on the leg to stop the flow of poison in his bloodstream and the blood from escaping. The tourniquet was on for too long, and the leg had to be severed otherwise it would have caused harm to Cantrell's liver, leaving him dead.

Out of Highschool, Cantrell married his sweetheart, the girl he took to prom. After he left for training, his girlfriend left him for another man. This was his first divorce. Cantrell met his second wife, the daughter of a migrant worker, in San Antonio while in training. She died in an incident regarding drug cartells. Cantrell's fourth wife was a Vietnamese woman he had met on deployment. She eventually gave birth to his only legitimate son- something Cantrell is still ashamed of. He divorced his wife shortly after his son graduated. Cantrell had been sleeping around with other women ever since.

Cantrell retired as a First Sergeant at the age of 42. He has no regrets. Still, he spent a bulk of his retirement drinking and smoking while hitting on any girl he looked at.

Other: Cantrell likes guns.

Arena Chat Thread

You know, I miss Tasuke. Tas kept everything simple with the characters.

@Rilla

It's been a while since I heard that name. I wonder what he's doing now.

Rematch! Abraham Haddad vs Daddy Liberty

Ah. I understand; No problem.

Rematch! Abraham Haddad vs Daddy Liberty

Is it later tonight yet?