Pacha

Grim Odyssey: Leftovers

Making a Gunner.

Would hitting things constitute as attacking or a new skill of aiming? Or both?

Grim Odyssey (Grimgar x Etrian Odyssey)

Woah, that is a lot of info. I'm okay with either system.

Grim Odyssey (Grimgar x Etrian Odyssey)

I like the concept of RNG.

RNG shouldn't be involved with stuff like backstabbing a blind and deaf cripple, but with a lot of monster species, who knows? Maybe they could have chitin plating that we don't notice, so the sword just randomly breaks. Makes situations risker and generally more realistic since there's more uncertainty to everything that happens.

Or if I set up a blow that someone shouldn't realistically be able to dodge - like say shooting them in the face at point blank range...how would someone realistically dodge that, even if a dice said they do? Does the gun suddenly not work, despite it being kept in probably excellent condition?

@Rune_Alchemist

Gun misfires (whoops), a god/spirit blessed it with an invincible face but everything else is weak and floppy.

A lot of old flintlocks can randomly explode, or just not work if it gets moist. Flint can just break and refuse to not work. Gunpowder can get on your hands and ignite.

The way I see it, RNG just replaces a sadist, making it so we can randomly succeed.

Create Your Own Magic User

This rp is PG-13 in terms of profanity and sexuality.

@Weird Tales

That means that the F-bomb can be used exactly once so long as it ain't in a sexual manner. Fun fact.

Also, maybe interested.

Pokémon: One (~Looking for one player and a Co-GM!~)

map 2.0, electric boogaloo

Redesigned everything, since I actually couldn't fit many cities on it.

bum bum bum

Wings Askew

Thema Absher

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Thema, along with the Kelari, had been the only ones who hadn't actually jumped off into the unknown. Thema, being smart (and also remembering all of her "landings") decided to pull some of her thicker, well-worn clothes out of her bag. She quickly tied them around her knees and elbows. She tied one more around her mouth and nose, as she remembered how hard it was to breath whenever she accidentally went at ludicrous speeds.

She grabbed her glider and opened it. Everything seemed to be in working order. She prepared to jump. The crowd watched. Rather embarrassingly, to be honest. Thema took a running start and leapt off.

The ride down was fairly easy.

Just kidding.

As Thema rode down, what was supposed to be a fairly standard and simple angle to slowly descend turned into a rather extreme angle downwards. Thema gained absurd amounts of speed. Her fearful shrieking wouldn't stop. At the rate she was falling, she would have died right whenever she got near the trees. By the means of some miracle, Thema managed to stop her wailing for long enough to pull the tip up right before she got next to the trees. The vertical fall slowly became a mostly horizontal glide. However, Thema was still moving at a farcical speed.

Once again, she started to yell as she remembered that she didn't know how to land this glider. The glider dipped into the trees. Her speed slowly got cut by the breaking branches. Still, she was moving at a maddening speed. She looked in front of her. She was very quickly approaching two rather large trees, with barely enough room for Thema to get through. She instinctively curled up her body.

CHUNK

Thema made it through. Her glider, however, had been reduced to much more of a fall-er.

Luckily, she had been gliding inside of the trees for long enough that she was only a few meters off the ground.

Her instinctive curling up made herself lucky. Due to most of her speed being horizontal instead of vertical, she hit the ground and rolled instead of bouncing straight up and resulting in a musical pancake.

She yelled like no tomorrow.

She hit the ground over and over again, slowly losing speed as she did so. By some miracle, as if some controlling force didn't want her to die yet, she went through numerous trees, missing them all as she skidded on the soft dirt.

Her descend had been stopped. Most of her body had been covered in scrapes and cuts. However, due to her thinking earlier, her elbows and knees had been protected. Now that she thought about it, she probably should have put on a full set of clothing instead of what she usually wears.

After laying on the ground for a while, Thema let out a loud groan as she pulled herself in a sitting position. She looked around. It appeared that she landed right next to some boy that she had only vaguely seen before. She rubbed her head and tore off the cloth covering her face. Everything hurt. It was terrible.

Briefly remembering her bag, Thema looked right next to her. It was still in fairly good quality. The thick leather of it managed to be fairly sturdy enough that it wasn't punctured. Panicking, she haphazardly opened the bag, ignoring her own wounds. She reached inside and pulled out her lute. Two of the strings had snapped, but besides that, it was perfectly fine. She let out a sigh of relief as she reattached it to her hips. She looked back at the boy.

"Uh... Er... Hello." Thema said to the boy. "I, uh, just flew in from the island. And boy, are my arms tired..." Thema said, in a nervous attempt to break the awkwardness of literally rolling into the boy's general vicinity while wailing like a banshee.

In all honesty, just saying that much hurt Thema. Her chest hurt. Despite the rather safe angle, a few of her ribs must have been broken. She tried to cough, but it hurt too much to even do that.

It took all of her strength just to stand up at that point. Whatever adrenaline was going at the time had started to fade away. The minor pain of all of that before had turned into a rather extreme pain. It wasn't pleasant.

However, some oddity flew onto her shoulder. Thema, out of mostly exhaustion, didn't care. However, whatever that strange little thing was doing, it seemed to remove her pain. The sharpness slowly faded out and her exhaustion slowly cut away to a newfound reserve of energy (despite it being a very small amount).

Without much more warning, she heard the rampant yelling behind her. It was as though a small creature was yelling - which it was.

"Oh no oh no oh no oh noooooo! Abandon mission! Move! Run! Amscray!"

Whatever that thing was, it knew their language. Thema watched as it attempted to tear stuff out of her bag to make room for itself. Thema, confused about everything. She put her things back in, but left some room in the middle for the small mushroom-thing to climb into.

Such an act was based upon Thema not really caring what happened. She couldn't quite think straight since she landed. Whatever it was, however, seemed like it was in a hurry.

Thema then began to speak in a panicked tone to match the little mushroom man.

"What do I do! Why does this thing want us to run!"

Pokémon: One (~Looking for one player and a Co-GM!~)

@Pacha How did you get that I need whatever program made dat map.

@tex

I would normally use Photoshop or GIMP, but both of them like to crash whenever I go above 2 layers, so I use Paintdotnet with a few plugins.

As for creating the land itself, I used a bit of Indonesia/Philippines/Iactuallydontknowwhattheareaiscalled and messed with the levels until it was all one colour. If you want a randomly seeded land, you can use the generate clouds tool. I'll send you some examples when I get back on a computer.

@Pacha It's beautiful! Thank you! Would you mind adding an arctic region in the high northern hemisphere as well?

@Whimsley

Caaaannnn do!

Pokémon: One (~Looking for one player and a Co-GM!~)

i sort of got a random base for the map. Gotta change up the side so it's big enough for all of the island stuff, but i think it's close enough to a base.

Celestial Bonds: The Fateful Few

I think you can have armour. It just won't be some magical special armour.

Wings Askew

Will probably go to Eli, because I don't want Thema to be the depressing no-friendo she just was.

I'll write things up in a bit. Feel free to do your GM advancing post (if you are doing one) if Disciple Cain agrees.