Hiya folks! Since someone has been kicked, please welcome Rebrer Pinetrap to the game!
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STATUS: Repping a brand new NRP that might seem familiar to the regulars: That's right folks, Gateways is back! roleplayerguild.com/topics/… 18 days ago
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Repping a brand new NRP that might seem familiar to the regulars: That's right folks, Gateways is back! roleplayerguild.com/topics/…
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As someone who lost a parent before their time... It's never a bad time to give your folks a call and see how they're doing. One day you're going to say goodbye for the last time.
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NRPs are also usually advanced level with tons of writing per post. I co-GM'd one that ended up being the length of one and a half LotR books. That not only takes time, but also makes them fragile.
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Bought Helldivers 2 because of the online hype, didn't expect that much. Ended up putting 5 hours into it on my first session. For Super-Earth and Managed Democracy! Oorah!
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*Inexplicable Weezer - Buddy Holly riff.*
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<Snipped quote by Lady Selune>
It is the GM's authority to adjudicate any ruleset he uses and make the call for how he sees fit. Ergo if Dead says Intimidation is Strength-based, it is Strength-based.
<Snipped quote by Captain Jenno>
Yep!
It's called being a party pooper.
Jesus. If this is streamlined 3.5E, I'd hate to see 3.5 base...
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Warhammer 40K: Beyond the Law - A Mercenary Adventure (Open for business, apply within.)
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7 yrs ago
Forum: Advanced Roleplay
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Cool beans, I must admit that I only put up this year old concept (since the first attempt) out of a 40k-induced madness; I don't suppose anyone would be interested in forming the retinue of an Ordo Malleus Inquisitor?
I'm not going to up and change everything, but I am weighing up this RP - one I think it certainly more open ended - and the other, that would be more like the Eisenhorn books, far more character focused and probably more detailed, gritty and grimdank. Just curious.
I'd be up for it.
Considering making an Inquisitor. Perhaps an archer... Tengu or Human most likely for a race.
Flint's brow was creased as he tried to decipher Myrtle's words. He didn't dislike his superioir- she was pretty pleasant most of the time, bu the damnable accent made her bloody difficult to understand. He got the gist though. They were going to fight a badger. Just the two of them. Against a badger. He sighed deeply. They would certainly need something to assist them. He hadn't heard of how effective his explosives would be against them, but their size would mean that he would need to be lucky. It seemed like chilli would be his best bet. He nodded at Myrtle. "I'll go and get some chilli ready."
He turned with a flourish of his cloak and fumbled around in his pocket for his gloves. They were sturdy things, and since he had a few cuts on his paws, he really didn't want to have to deal with the stinging, burning sensation that came with the powder.
Sitting down at the desk in his room, he reached up and took the huge chilli he had down. He might need this much. Perhaps not. Taking his scalpel, he made a slit along the middle of it, then, with a little effort, parted the two sides. Reaching inside, he pulled out the seeds- where the spice was concentrated- and placed them down. The flesh tasted pretty good when you cut it right. That wasn't his concern now however.
He took his largest pestle and motar and placed three of the seeds in, before setting to work, his goggles affixed to his eyes. He really didn't want to go blind here. Potion making was distinctively hard when one could not see their ingredients, nor source them,
He turned with a flourish of his cloak and fumbled around in his pocket for his gloves. They were sturdy things, and since he had a few cuts on his paws, he really didn't want to have to deal with the stinging, burning sensation that came with the powder.
Sitting down at the desk in his room, he reached up and took the huge chilli he had down. He might need this much. Perhaps not. Taking his scalpel, he made a slit along the middle of it, then, with a little effort, parted the two sides. Reaching inside, he pulled out the seeds- where the spice was concentrated- and placed them down. The flesh tasted pretty good when you cut it right. That wasn't his concern now however.
He took his largest pestle and motar and placed three of the seeds in, before setting to work, his goggles affixed to his eyes. He really didn't want to go blind here. Potion making was distinctively hard when one could not see their ingredients, nor source them,
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