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5 yrs ago
Current God, this place has been around for 13 years already. I feel old. So very old.
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8 yrs ago
That bearnaise must have been bad. Please kill me now.
8 yrs ago
Someone make me a retro Pokémon role play.

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I'm always up for a good old classic B.
In 2e (the only edition worth playing) of WFRP, all you get is a +10 when resisting spells that target willpower, and that ability isn't even exclusive to Dwarfs. I'm not sure if it's ever even mentioned in the lore.
@Andreyich The one that amounts to roughly 1/10 of the actual Magic Resistance rule? I'd rather be a stone troll.
@CelticSoldier Gotcha, we'll shoot him instead.

No one will ever know.

This Darren guy will seriously get us killed, however. If he doesn't explode into daemons from miscasting a spell, he'll tell our life stories to the next Skaven that passes by.
Baltazar stayed a good bit behind Listec for the duration of their walk. The thick jungle, the magic spell and his own stealth made him virtually undetectable, and a good bit less miserable for the bugs leaving him alone. To his great fortune, the trek turned out to be a rather short one, but to his great dread, it turned out that the wizard was even more naive than Baltazar had thought possible. Upon hearing what Darren was saying, Baltazar almost lost control of his magic in his urge to silence the man, but Listec conveyed his sentiment on his own.

While the unknown elf was busy talking to Listec, Baltazar stole around the glensnuck around the clearing. Maintaining his spell felt he was holding his breath with his soul, but he held on until he had made it around to the opposite side. Resting his crossbow on his sword arm, he took aim at the elf and released his magic. Of course, he had no clue what the elves were actually saying.

"So, Listec, what's the verdict? Do we shoot him or not?" Baltazar asked in reikspiel, though in all honesty, he wasn't sure which of the two he would rather shoot.
If you're waiting for me to post, I don't feel like I'll really have much to say until the wizard and elf respond.
Since there seems to be some parts of the setting left open, can I play a giant?
Baltazar stared in disbelief as the dwarf shimmied up the skinny tree. Never mind that the dwarf was capable of such things, but the tree even held his weight! Awkwardly thanking Brokk for the fruit, he began the even more awkward process of trying to get it open, as he watched his companions' reactions to their new predicament. Baltazar had always considered himself a keen observer of the mortal condition, and he had a very strong impression he was not alone in distrusting the wizard. Slowly digging the flesh out of his coconut, he followed along, alert for danger.

Not long into their bumbling march, distrust had turned into open contempt. Darren carried on like a street magician, seemingly making up new tricks as he went, with no regard for safety, or even practicality. If Baltazar hadn't known better, he would have thought the wizard went out of his way to use magic at every turn. Before Baltazar's own second sight, the wind of Aqshy swirled and billowed - like a signal fire for anyone to see. The man's general incompetence didn't help things, and Baltazar caught himself staring daggers at Darren as they walked, barely aware of the mosquito swarm he was vainly swatting out of his face.

Trudging through the Lustrain underbrush, the oppressive heat and humidity did nothing to improve Baltazar's mood. He was used to long marches, but this was something else. By the time they stopped, sweat was stinging his eyes, and he could barely feel his feet. He watched wordlessly in stunned disbelief as the wizard first proved to be exactly as useless of a guide as he seemed, greeted an unknown elf with no suspicion, and immediately followed the elf's instructions. Just when he thought his opinion of the man couldn't possibly sink any lower, Darren up and left the camp. Baltazar only stared after him, slowly shaking his head.

When Darren and Listec spoke up, he responded with a mirthless smile. "Thank Ranald, I almost thought I was the crazy one. I'll come with you - whatever that elf has planned, it can't be good for us."

Loading his crossbow, he kept it in one hand, with his sword in the other. Stalking an elf silently through an unfamiliar jungle would have been a difficult task for any man, but Baltazar had an ace in the hole. As he followed Listec into the woods, teeth grit in solemn concentration, his footsteps grew quieter. Step by step, his presence dimmed - outline blurring, movements less obvious, breathing stilled. Even the stench of sweat seemed to retreat closer to his body, until even the mosquitoes had a hard time finding him. His spell complete, he regarded the forest ahead with grim eyes. All he had to do now was hold on to the magic indefinitely, while keeping an eye out for ambushers, keeping track of Listec, and possibly fighting for his life. What could possibly go wrong?
You call me hyperbolic and tell me to calm down, then follow it up by swearing, insulting me and using hyperbolic rhetoric yourself. I'm not being hyperbolic, though, and your rhetoric makes me think you already realize that. I'm going to assume you're arguing in good faith, however, because otherwise I might as well not reply at all.

You think someone is evil, so now violence against them is okay. What happens when someone else thinks you are evil? Such as when you attack someone in the street for insulting you? If your answer is that most people would agree with you, there's the mob rule issue again - what happens when you're in a crowd that doesn't agree with you, or just around a couple of people who disagree and are stronger than you? Even the law tends to permit a certain amount of violence in defence of yours or another's safety, so odds are good even the police wouldn't be on your side, if they're doing their job.

There's also, again, the issue that someone you are too pussy to attack gets to have a lot more freedom of speech than someone you do.

At least you don't directly oppose the law, I suppose. I have no personal feelings on whatshisname being punched, but I am never going to endorse physical violence as a response to insults. Lastly, if you want your violence to make a "positive difference" other than giving you the warm fuzzies, the only way you're actually going to silence anybody is to kill them. Punching one of these people in the jaw is only going to give them a bunch of press.
"Talk shit, get hit" is a pretty general statement, and when it comes down to it, what you are saying is that it's okay to hit people if you disagree with them strongly enough. Well, I mean, what you are actually saying is that it's okay to hit people if you, specifically, disagree with them strongly enough.

What was violated was whatever his name is' right not to get beat up in the street. The right to free speech isn't the only right people have, and that you apparently believe that mob rule overrides law is absolutely appalling to me.

Additionally, where I'm from, most people wouldn't approve of you flipping out and starting a fight because somebody insults you.
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