Sarpedon

Overlords. (Sarpedon/Sanquin)

I've never actually played a proper campaign, so I'm feeling a little underprepared. The DM is also apparently fond of killing off characters if you're not careful, so I'm rolling up three to start off. on top of that, my primary character is a kobold warlock. it sounds like there's at least one dragonborn, and possibly a gnome in the party, too, so someone's going to end up dead before the end of the session unless someone is playing a super charming mediator or something XD

Overlords. (Sarpedon/Sanquin)

I've never actually played a proper campaign, so I'm feeling a little underprepared. The DM is also apparently fond of killing off characters if you're not careful, so I'm rolling up three to start off. on top of that, my primary character is a kobold warlock. it sounds like there's at least one dragonborn, and possibly a gnome in the party, too, so someone's going to end up dead before the end of the session unless someone is playing a super charming mediator or something XD

Boots on the Ground - A Sci Fi Military RP

Sorry about the wait. Having some real-life issues at the moment. I'll have something together ASAP.

Overlords. (Sarpedon/Sanquin)

I'm still working. Trying to get ready for D&D saturday

Boots on the Ground - A Sci Fi Military RP

Key words being "if" and "survives"

Boots on the Ground - A Sci Fi Military RP

@Gunther I dunno what you're talking about, Sir, I didn't say anything. :P

Boots on the Ground - A Sci Fi Military RP

Cool, works for me.

Boots on the Ground - A Sci Fi Military RP

I was going to play a SNCO as well because well, *cough*officersareterrible*cough* ;)

Boots on the Ground - A Sci Fi Military RP

I'mma do up a hovertank troop then.

Overlords. (Sarpedon/Sanquin)

Oliver took a moment to breathe, having put in a good deal of work slaughtering so many people. He figured he deserved a couple of deep breaths. Unfortunately, by the time he realized he might be needed in the fray, his companion was dealing with everything. The Paladin couldn't even help after she placed a wall of ice between him and everything else. He was nice and safe, of course, but that didn't mean much, considering the power level these scrubs seemed to be playing at.

He supposed that it was only fair that his companion get to show off her skills, but wondered if it wouldn't be better for him to have helped. The more she held in reserve, the more surprised their enemies would be later. Of course, this way, they found out exactly what they were dealing with. Maybe that would induce a more amiable surrender. The last thing the warrior wanted was an extended, bloody campaign. The faster they won, the less death was necessary.

Of course, when a giant glowing angel-thing with an equally giant mace appeared, Oliver decided it was probably a good time to actually lend a hand. Holy fire engulfed the ice-wall, dissolving it in a wave of irresistible warmth. The magic ice disappeared in the face of the flames, and the warrior wondered if he should step in, as he moved to stand with his Guild Master. She seemed to have things under control, though. They didn't even have anything powerful enough to warrant him pulling out the sword he carried almost entirely as a formality. Prepared to help out, but not convinced the vampire needed it, he silently mocked the few surviving mages with his presence, wishing they'd give him a reason to spring into action...