Maxwell

What if you were Epic-level?

I'd start by reverse-astral projecting myself back to Earth, then look up a whole bunch of character optimization pages. By the time your silly world domination schemes are done, I'll be controlling the universe. Muhaha.

Tracer is Gay - the question is who cares? Bussiness does.

I don't know what everybody's problem is. They've finally made British time travel porn accessible to people who aren't gay for Doctor Who.

Why I am against the criminalization of the KKK - and why you should be too.

"talk shit, get hit" seems like a fair rule.

@Vilageidiotx

By this logic, big, burly men have a much greater right to freedom of speech than women and weaker men.

The Tides of Change: What will you Stand for? (Yes, terrible title I know. Working on it.)

Maybe I'm blind, but I can't find anything explaining what Elithiri and Vilitharin are. While I'm at it, are those all the race options we have?

Burn the land and boil the seas; you can't take the sky from me! (A Starcraft adventure RP)

I'm on board for this. Original Starcraft was the best.

Treasure Hunters - A Warhammer Fantasy Adventure

I hope Baltazar's thievery is acceptable - I'm willing to negotiate on the specifics if you like.

Treasure Hunters - A Warhammer Fantasy Adventure

Though the Norscans had been fought off, any praise Baltazar and his companions received was short-lived, and once the food started running out, so it seemed did any remaining gratitude from the crew. Going hungry was a minor inconvenience at worst - he was used to it, from long years starving in the streets of Marienburg, and many more eating half rations at sea - although he resented the captain for such obvious poor planning. Worse yet, for lying about their food reserves. Getting thrown off the ship outright was the final insult, although Baltazar held his tongue as he went below deck to gather his belongings. It never paid to be rash - although by all rights, they should have thrown the captain overboard and sailed to Skeggi themselves, the lord of luck condemned unnecessary violence. Instead, he gathered his belongings, happy that he traveled light, and pulled a shiny, slender lockpick out of a pocket in his spare cloak. With any luck, their mysterious employer would have paid the captain in advance.

As a consummate professional, he left no trace of his misdeeds, aside from - obviously - the missing coin. Even magic can only do so much, though, and there was no time to leave any false trails. It would hardly take a genius to imagine where the money had gone, once the captain had cause to open his strongbox. Baltazar had left just enough to pay the crew; the captain would make it to Skeggi without mutiny, at least. He might even decide to sell the horses to recoup some of his losses, and the knights' reaction to that would naturally be priceless. The god of thieves would no doubt approve.

Cheerfully waving goodbye to the rowers as they took their boats back to the ship, Baltazar followed a handful of steps behind Darren as the wizard led the way into the jungle. The warmth was a pleasant change from the dank chill of Marienburg, although he had a sense that it would get hotter soon, and a lot less pleasant. Already he was swatting unknown insects off his face and shoulders.

"I dearly hope some of you are skilled at living off the land. I've got, maybe three crumbs and a mouthful of rum to my name," he said, patting his pocket flask. "There's got to be something edible in terrain like this, right? And plenty of poisonous somethings too, I bet."

Treasure Hunters - A Warhammer Fantasy Adventure

A day or two sounds about right.

Treasure Hunters - A Warhammer Fantasy Adventure

Likewise.

Treasure Hunters - A Warhammer Fantasy Adventure

Baltazar waited, as the wave of norsemen flew over the railings, gritting his teeth as the crewmen were cut down. He hadn't quite expected the deckhands to go down so easily - but then again, he had always considered himself an optimism. The marauders were tall, strong and desperate, but their battle frenzy also gave Baltazar the advantage he needed, as the brutes passed him by where he stood wreathed in shadow. He wasn't some burly marauder who could cleave a man's head from his shoulders in one swing, but even making it a third of the way through was good enough in a fight. A hamstring there, a hip sliced open there, and the norsemen barely noticed before they were trampled by their comrades. With the thunder and screaming drowning out any calls for help, and the slippery deck easily explaining their tumbles, Baltazar easily stayed hidden within his veil of magic as he tore through the rear ranks of the enemy.

But magic's power is fleeting, and the shadows soon pulled away - too soon, and the last few attackers had time to give him a surprised look before he ran his sword over their fingertips, sending them screaming into the waves. Though he was no novice to more mundane means of concealment, Baltazar none the less elected to run for his life, as more of the Norscan raiders began to realize someone was attacking them from behind. Ducking and half-swording his way around the edge of combat, he caught glimpses of where the others were at. Fortune's noble sacrifice had cost them a good warrior, and from what Baltazar could gather, half of the rest were preoccupied trying to keep the young knight alive.

For his own part, he maintained a death grip on his sword and tried to remember everything he'd been taught about fighting multiple opponents. The Norscans were an accommodating foe, their combination of axe and shield being clumsy at best for a cluttered shipboard fight. Simply step aside, wait until their shields bump into something, and strike. Even a towering Norscan couldn't parry a quick sword thrust with an axe, and whenever he found the time and space, he would stop his chase and go for another one of his attacker - by the time he had killed two, he realized he had made it all the way around the ship. Up ahead were his own "lines" such as they were, and a rapid slash against an unprotected back allowed him to rejoin his allies.

Baltazar found a place next to a couple of the fighting crewmen, using the respite to survey the battle. Overall, it seemed they had put quite a dent in the Norscan forces, even if some of their own fighters were getting winded. The elder Bretonnian stood surrounded by an impressive mound of corpses, all slain in open combat no less - Baltazar would have to remember to heave his own victims overboard later, before that mound of Norscans with mortal back wounds raised any eyebrows. Staring down what remained of the horde, he called out for the crew to rally and push the enemy off the ship, once and for all.