Sarpedon

Overlords. (Sarpedon/Sanquin)

"Fuckin' scrubs..." Oliver chuckled in reply to Sanguine's remarks on their enemy's lack of competence. Then Sir Bartholmew approached, remarking on their abilities, and classifying them based on some sort of arbitrary metal-based system. He was pretty sure they ranked more along the mithril side of things, but wasn't going to argue with someone about something he didn't fully comprehend. Instead, he listened as the Guild Master got them referred to the adventurer's guild, and then refused a reward. Ten gold pieces wasn't much considering their coffers, but he wasn't sure why they were refusing it.

Then she suggested that they would take care of the bodies, rather than leaving the villagers to deal with the carcasses of their vanquished assailants. That seemed strange, but then he remembered she could raise the dead. He half expected the vampire to just command all of the bodies to disappear, but supposed that such necromancy still probably wasn't the best idea. Then again, if no one was looking, it couldn't hurt. He wasn't going to tell the woman in charge how to do her job, though, and instead, let her take the lead. He nodded along as she voiced her ideas, and didn't see any harm in any of the things she was suggesting. He didn't get chance to respond properly, though, as Daniëlle rushed over to apologize.

"I've got nothing else to do here." the Paladin agreed when his companion looked at him like she wanted to know if he had anything else he wanted to do. Having not seen any trace of a greenskin menace, and having successfully slaughtered all of the other threats to the village, he figured it was time to head back and get cleaned up and do some relaxing. Maybe they could even find out what was actually going on, and prepare for their next move. "Lead the way." he figured that the Guild Master would want to anyway...

Overlords. (Sarpedon/Sanquin)

"Fuckin' scrubs..." Oliver chuckled in reply to Sanguine's remarks on their enemy's lack of competence. Then Sir Bartholmew approached, remarking on their abilities, and classifying them based on some sort of arbitrary metal-based system. He was pretty sure they ranked more along the mithril side of things, but wasn't going to argue with someone about something he didn't fully comprehend. Instead, he listened as the Guild Master got them referred to the adventurer's guild, and then refused a reward. Ten gold pieces wasn't much considering their coffers, but he wasn't sure why they were refusing it.

Then she suggested that they would take care of the bodies, rather than leaving the villagers to deal with the carcasses of their vanquished assailants. That seemed strange, but then he remembered she could raise the dead. He half expected the vampire to just command all of the bodies to disappear, but supposed that such necromancy still probably wasn't the best idea. Then again, if no one was looking, it couldn't hurt. He wasn't going to tell the woman in charge how to do her job, though, and instead, let her take the lead. He nodded along as she voiced her ideas, and didn't see any harm in any of the things she was suggesting. He didn't get chance to respond properly, though, as Daniëlle rushed over to apologize.

"I've got nothing else to do here." the Paladin agreed when his companion looked at him like she wanted to know if he had anything else he wanted to do. Having not seen any trace of a greenskin menace, and having successfully slaughtered all of the other threats to the village, he figured it was time to head back and get cleaned up and do some relaxing. Maybe they could even find out what was actually going on, and prepare for their next move. "Lead the way." he figured that the Guild Master would want to anyway...

Overlords. (Sarpedon/Sanquin)

Fuckin' D&D was SAH-WEEET!!!

The GM is a hilarious viking motherfucker, and one of the best storytellers ever. The host and his wife are an interesting couple, very nice people and very competent roleplayers, and the GM's girlfriend is an angry french lady who is probably terrifying if she gets pissed off, but she didn't get any favouritism. She is, however, the best at manipulating people IC so she ends up with more stuff anyway XD

Our party is a dragonborn figher, a half-elf thief, a changeling bard, and a kobold warlock. The fighter had enslaved the thief up until this session, so she hates anything with scales, and dragonborn hate kobolds, so I started the game with half the party very suspicious (dragonborn) to outright violent (half-elf). The latter was my fault, though, as I got her kicked out of a fancy museum of sorts while trying to steal a magic repeating hand crossbow to use on the gnome proprietor XD

Within ten minutes of starting, I was down to 4 health. I started out hiding in some bushes, plotting out the best way to kill a wandering gnome salesman when it turned out that his shtick was super-blindness. He detected me, had no idea I was a kobold, and cooked me dinner while I plotted his death XD Before I could do anything, though, a half-giant monk appeared, delaying my plans. Then we ended up going to sleep. By the time I found an opening, there was a giant (to the kobold) bear ransacking the camp. So, being the intelligent individual that I am, I shot the bear in the ass. The GM rolled a 19 for the bear's counter-attack, and I only just barely survived, rolling a natural 20 to auto-stabilize after being severely fucked up by a pissed off bear.

After the monk and the gnome scared the bear away and healed me back up to 4 health, I followed the monk, who was following the bear, to the camp where the other PCs were already hanging out.

The next day, severe shenanigans ensue, and I'm left at 2 health before I plug three bandits and get another shot by his own buddy. I got bonus experience for being the most in character and the most deadly and for clutching a key roll that may very well have saved the party. I'm now level two and stoked for next week.

And I'm working on a post for you.

Boots on the Ground - A Sci Fi Military RP

Hey, so things are getting pretty crazy here. I'm going to go ahead and drop out so I don't hold you guys up any more. Sorry about that.

Overlords. (Sarpedon/Sanquin)

Sorry about the wait.

Overlords. (Sarpedon/Sanquin)

Oliver chuckled as Sanguine teased him about taking a while to join her. She seemed to think that the summoned angel's magical attack would damage him, but being a cleric and a paladin, the warrior was convinced that the sort of radiant damage caused by the angel would do nothing to him. At the same time, he didn't want to risk getting injured on a gamble, so while his partner did her thing, Oliver dropped to one knee, and raised his left arm over his head as if he were holding a shield. Thanks to his magical powers, one appeared, but nothing happened when the pillar of radiant energy struck an instant later. Normally a globe of protective energy would crackle angrily as its presence was revealed by something striking it, but the fact that it didn't seem to do much of anything suggested that it wasn't harmful.

He straightened up as his companion started laughing. Before he could do anything else, though, Daniëlle was rushing to their "rescue". They didn't have any fighting left to do once she got started. Her axe split the angel in half, and proceeded to do very similar things to the fleeing enemies. Hopefully their leaders would think twice about starting such shenanigans again, but if they didn't, then the Paladin was quite sure they would have no problems routing any force that chose to stand against them.

"We did it!" Oliver was quite pleased that they had managed to save the day, and the warrior smiled as he turned to head back to the village. He was sure that Bartholmew would be pleased as well. And with the villagers all safe, hopefully these people would support the Guild when they decided to expand...

Overlords. (Sarpedon/Sanquin)

I have a post in progress, should be tonight if all goes well.

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

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