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Cycles? I was just counting the posts...Ahem, Excellent; I shall sow the seeds of discord upon the land. I don’t feel like skipping Haiaen’s number 6 just to conform to the desires of the masses.

The Land Of Odesh (A fantasy Dice/Stat based rp) REBOOT

Nothing much exciting, mostly [exploration]
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Haiaen 6: Undead in the big city -WIP

Haiaen stood up from the floor and stretched his arms while looking around the bar. Noticing the empty counter he grabbed his belongings and crept towards it, using the nearby tables as cover. Arriving there, he looked around for any sort of movement, and [if unable to see any] took whatever valuable he could carry before leaving the place as quietly as he could.

Outside, the undead scratched the back of his head for a minute while watching the people walking on the street. Unsure of the location of his companions, Haiaen attempted to find anyone that seemed either ‘interesting’ or wealthy to follow while keeping some distance from them. If unable to find anyone suitable he would strive to reach the most isolated and highest place he could safely climb inside the city, to either find one or more of his companions, or at least see what he could from the city.

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Adventuring tips: you don't trigger boss fights when half the group is sleeping.

Shouldn't the people around be panicked from her attack or something? Or was Bam right and the bar is a place off evil?

The Land Of Odesh (A fantasy Dice/Stat based rp) REBOOT

A pity, those duels tend to be great if you can get good visual effects and I had a few rebuttals ready. Anyway, my post is edited in response to the changes made.

The Land Of Odesh (A fantasy Dice/Stat based rp) REBOOT

Premise: It is impossible for a character to not succeed (do) something substantial, as any action is inherently substantial.

If any action by itself is substantial then >

"Character A blinked." or "Character A breathed." Would be a substantial action by itself? That is without any other action before or after to give it meaning?

I don't believe so. Though what I had meant by then was more in the lines of a worthy post, which is one that made sense, advanced the story/characters and resulted in something concrete.

I will read tomorrow the changes done to decide if any further alteration is needed.

The Land Of Odesh (A fantasy Dice/Stat based rp) REBOOT

I don’t really understand what you are trying to say on what makes a post useful, but here is mine, to be adjusted if needed. A few points: +The refresh bug has already been spotted plenty of times, and while I’m unsure about a programmer it seems your conclusions are indeed correct.+Have to say the brackets are pretty useful on the way this RP is set to coordinate conversations between characters.

+Speaking about spells I was thinking on having Hai using mostly debuffs and (life; mana; life&mana) drain spells. Though, nothing outstanding as he isn’t a mage. +Solarmike Solamelike, could my character sleep on the roof or something, considering how we are approaching sleepytime IC?

Haiaen numbah 5: Here be monsters; hey listen

Haiaen slightly turned the mug in his hands to watch the few drops of ale remaining inside move. After a few seconds of doing so, he left the container on the counter and moved his hands to snatch the last untouched ale, the one that belonged to Lindir, before someone else did. While holding it with both hands to avoid dropping any of the golden liquid inside, Haiaen listened to part of Zimnis conversation with the bartender, until the gnome started to speak about some sort of good fir. Realizing he wouldn’t understand the meaning of the words, Haiaen turned to look backwards at the people around the establishment, his biggest question now on his mind.

Where were the monsters? he had heard the word many times before being attacked. In fact it had been one of the first words he had someone say, from what he could remember. But as much as he searched he couldn’t find any. As his hands tightened around the object he was holding, he kept looking at the behavior of those around him. He couldn’t recognize anyone similar to Grommak or Lindir, but nobody seemed ready to do anything against any of them. Maybe if he found them he could understand why he was targeted and be able to stop wearing this restrictive thing over himself.

When the gnome started to pick his coins, Haiaen’s eyes were immediately brought to it and, after again seeing what possibly was an adventure being given by one of his companions to someone else he moved towards the puppeteer, while still holding the ale. Believing it to be his chance of asking what he could, he began to speak very quickly, somewhat lightening the usual hoarseness of his voice. When he finished speaking he extended his open palm.

“Hey Zimnis, Zimnis. what do I do with this? Where are the monsters? Are you and Lindir giving adventures? Why did you abandon them? Are dwarfs bigger inside? Do midgets have night vision? Can I get an adventure too? Are you listening to me?”

Haiaen listened to the answers given without moving an inch. At the mention of gold, his lips formed a small smile, almost imperceptible due to his heavy garments. As the gnome finished, Haiaen nodded a few times, glad he now understood more his companion, even if he still felt confused. Taking care to not spill the drink, he started to slowly walk in circles around the gnome, speaking in the same way as before.

“Humm, maybe we could meet this chance? Or maybe a few monsters? But, If you don’t want to see Giant Lizards… Oh I know, maybe we could get an adventure where you can be ripped by something else. Umm...”

Then he stopped to look at Zimnis. Haiaen began to ascend the stairs after the gnome, but when Zimnis closed the door he stopped. Remembering how it usually went when they were on the boat, Haiaen looked at the all the doors around before he moved to the stairs. Whilst he descended, he thought about the words spoken to him minutes before, and wondered what was Lindir doing by giving money if not an adventure, and if the elf would know how to change liquid gold into gold coins.

P.s: one of the questions was taken from yahoo answers, shouldn’t be hard to guess which.

Magic: The Gathering RPG Academy

I had planned to wait until it was finished before I commented, but after thinking about it I changed my mind. While there are plenty of things I could comment about the mechanics (specially the blanks), I will just raise a few points:

Instead of a whole banned spell list I'd recommend just setting a guideline (the likes of unhinged, unglued and mythic rares/planewalkers) and keeping card acceptance a per-card thing. As there are plenty of cards that due to the way they behave within the system become even more powerful. For instance Death's Shadow, which is a tournament legal rare card and equals to a one mana cost, 8/8, 16 life creature if the player keeps 5 life points.

About combat: supposing you kept the dice combat of the original system (which if you abolish will make combat weird if monsters get life= 2X toughness) and direct damage spells follow locked combat, I conclude Garth is a pretty lucky fellow to kill the Hulk. As both roll five dices (5 from the spell and 5 of toughness) and the Hulk has 10 life points, Garth would need to roll at least >15 (as the Hulk will at least roll 5 on its defense and damage equals the difference between values). Especially so, considering how the Hulk has to roll around <20 for Garth to have a chance of success (a 20 roll would require a 30 for Garth). While possible, it’s a considerable risk and makes a rather strange combat example (yes I know this isn’t the real point of the example, but my point stands unless I miscalculated something).

Lastly, about player stats and breaking the game : Supposing that when the players obtain their first color they acquire 5 build points, or even later, that’s enough to make an almost immortal character. Just use all those points in toughness to raise it to 11(11d6 = minimal value 11; maximum 66) and unless the character gets really unlucky against a strong attack, they are essentially untouchable. Even more with defender trait to get Reach. While I doubt anyone would make this, I would recommend limiting somehow the amount of power/toughness points someone may be able to acquire.

There are other points, but for now I will leave it at this.

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For my part, there are only two actions I can imagine our undead Spiderman fellow capable of doing at the present, neither accomplishing anything substantial to warrant a post. I’m mostly waiting to see if the characters are going to sleep or prepare a funeral service when Bam gets eaten by a Grue or something.

Magic: The Gathering RPG Academy

Slightly interested, but I believe this could potentially gather more attention with an expanded explanation, even one not focused on the system specifics. For instance, the availability of races, card sets and the relation the colors have on the Academy (based on the Hogwarts reference I imagine a system of one color per house/division. Wouldn't that be an issue for dual-colored [or more] characters that attempted to balance the colors, without one in prominence?)

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After a considerable delay its finally here.I'm unsure if it will be the last version of the post, but probably will.

Haiaen 4: Necromancy 101: a treatise on the effects of tapestry and similar on the recent undead

Haiaen stopped to wave the curtains around his fingers and looked around, a sensation of dizziness within. He stood unmoving beyond a sequence of blinks for a moment, before he jumped always from the purple curtains, intent in avoid poking them again. Yet, he soon found himself with his arms extended ready to touch the cloth. He would have done so, if the word fortune hadn’t being spoken.

Immediately, Haiaen went inside past the curtains to search the meaning of the woman claim. As Lindir was already there, he waited to see what would happen. He saw the elf pick his belongings and at the unmistakable glint of gold, Haiaen lightly hopped around a few steps, he could almost feel the adventure. How much will she give him? At what happened the undead halted and moved his hands to his own eyes, scrubbing them. Were his companions instead of after adventures giving them? Had he misunderstood something again?

He would have asked, but Lindir seemed too busy to answer his questions. So Haiaen added these new queries to his list of, at the moment, two hundred and eighty four and went to explore the rest of this crowded red dwarf. He passed near a few tables and when he was going to put his money grabbing skills to use, Bam protested about puppets stealing his job or something. He would have ignored the outburst, but he saw too strong a familiarity in the reactions of some of the people seated near the gnome to those that had waved torches and pitchforks against him. He went after BamGardo, reaching the bar when the barkeep gave his answer.

if Bam loses his bet

After what happened, Haiaen wondered if gnomes in fact spoke with their eyes, if they didn’t know how to speak. He tried to get any meaning out of Zimnis eyes, but from the words spoken around he only understood there were free drinks to each of them. Maybe it’s something only they can do? He looked at the door Bam had just left and picked the drink that was his.”Does he even know this place? Hey, you forgot yours.” He rushed to the exit, while balancing the contents of the mug.

He thought of leaving the building, but abstained from stepping away from the entrance. If the fog outside had been thick before, now that was darker it somehow was thicker too. So much, that with his senses he was [(almost) unable to see the tower he knew was near]{probably depends on perception check}.”You forgot your ale.” The undead said, expecting some kind of response. If none happened he would look around and, after making sure nobody was in listening range, answerin sequence, while alternating his tone of voice slightly.”Thank you comrade, but you can have it. ” “But it’s yours, I couldn’t have it.” “ No, no, I insist .” “Alright.”

After the exchange he would drink the ale and reenter the place. He had no idea what the point of doing this was, but it was worth two gold.

He fended off the drunks from his ale, even if he had no idea why it was his. He picked it, and mimicked what the people seated were doing with theirs. Barring the texture of the liquid he felt it was equal to any other liquid he had imbibed before. As the last dropped passed by his throat, he raised a brow and looked inside the empty mug.