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View Poll Results: What do you want in a D&D game?
Stories are for little girls! Bards and rogues are lame! 0 0%
Combat is what matters, but I'm not offended by roleplaying. 0 0%
Both are equally important! 1 100.00%
A good story is the core of any adventure! 0 0%
Screw combat! Bards and rogues are the only important party members! 0 0%
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Toementor
The Prime Campaign

Let us begin! First off, I'm going to need you all to post up your character sheets. If you haven't rolled one, do so now. (Or if you *REALLY* want, I can do one for you, just give me the generalities) Follow the rules in D&D Player's Handbook, but If you can't be assed rolling your own stats (why not? It's a fun part!) you may adopt either of the following;

15, 13, 12, 10, 10, 9
OR
14, 13, 12 , 10, 10, 10

Feel free to include some sort of general backstory or information for your character.

Reminder: The only real restriction is for your character to be of good or neutral alignment.

I've also included a poll
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Drav
Sorry for procrastinating for this, but once I realized I was going to have to sit down and spend a good 2-3 hours sorting out the rest of my character sheet (skills, feats, spells) I lost motivation. Probably should have gone with my original idea and generated a character via The Temple of Elemental Evil PC game. Soon!

Drav fucked around with this message on 2015/09/30 at 11:49:54.
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Toementor
Using games like that or NeverWinter Nights is a pretty good idea. Nice. Still seems like an awful lot of time to create a character. Should be 1 hour max, right? Oh well. Still gives me more time to create important NPCs and etc.

Would like to start before the end of next week though. So if anyone else is playing, post em up.
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Drav
Name: Frederick
Race: Human
Class: Cleric
Gender: Male
Alignment: Lawful Neutral
God: St Cuthbert
Lvl: 1

STR: 13 (+1)
DEX: 9 (-1)
CON: 14 (+2)
INT: 12 (+1)
WIS: 14 (+2)
CHAR: 14 (+2)

HP: 10
AC: 15
Speed: 20 FT
Initiative: -1

Fortitude: +4
Reflex: -1
Will: +6 (Iron Will bonus)

Base attack Bonus: 0
Grapple: +1

Equipment load: 57lb (medium load)
Money: 41 GP (after equipment costs)

Weapons: Heavy Mace (1D8, crit x2, one-handed, bludgeoning), Light crossbow (1D8, crit 19-20 x2, 80ft, piecing) with 50 bolts

Armor: Scale Mail (+4), Heavy Wooden Shield (+2)

Feats: Extra Turning, Iron will

Cleric domains: Destruction, Law

Special abilities: Turn/rebuke undead, Smite (Destruction domain), Law spells cast at +1 level (Law domain)

Spells: (as far as I can tell, I can choose any from the list to memorize at the beginning of the day/rest?)

Level 0: 3 per day
Level 1: 1 + 1 (domain) per day

Languages: Common, Abyssal, Dwarven


Skills: (I'll just list the ones I actually spent points in)

Concentration: +6 (+2 base +4 ranks)
Heal: +6 (+2 base +4 ranks)
Knowledge (History): +3 (+1 base +2 ranks)
Knowledge (Religion): +5 (+1 base +4 ranks)
Spellcraft: +3 (+1 base +2 ranks)

Drav fucked around with this message on 2015/10/04 at 12:05:16.
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Drav
Let me know if I left off anything important. Didn't list equipment besides weapons/armor since I don't know what the scenario is yet.
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Toementor
Everything there looks pretty good. (To be fair I just got home and am still sorta drunk, so I'll chuck it into an interactive char sheet tomorrow at some point. Don't expect anyone to list the skills they didn't put any ranks into either.

Just waiting for at least 2-3 others now.
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shade
Uhh, been pretty busy so haven't had a chance to even check here. I'll look into whipping up a char soon. 3.5 still?
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Toementor
shade wrote: Uhh, been pretty busy so haven't had a chance to even check here. I'll look into whipping up a char soon. 3.5 still?

That's right.
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Drav
Aaron you are playing this even if I have to roll a character for you.
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Toementor
Drav wrote: Aaron you are playing this even if I have to roll a character for you.
I'll roll a char if need be. I love rolling characters. I haven't rolled a char in a while. kekekek
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Fair enough. It just looks like it's going to take three hours or so to come up with all the necessary details for the character here. I'll come up with some basics in the next day or so and either Drav or Toementor can come up with the rest, I guess.
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“The trouble is that we have a bad habit, encouraged by pedants and sophisticates, of considering happiness as something rather stupid. Only pain is intellectual, only evil interesting. This is the treason of the artist: a refusal to admit the banality of evil and the terrible boredom of pain. If you can’t lick ’em, join ’em. If it hurts, repeat it. But to praise despair is to condemn delight, to embrace violence is to lose hold of everything else. We have almost lost hold; we can no longer describe happy man, nor make any celebration of joy.”
-Ursula K. Le Guin, “The Ones Who Walk Away from Omelas

“I never knew a man could tell so many lies
He had a different story for every set of eyes
How can he remember who he’s talking to?
’Cause I know it ain’t me, and I hope it isn’t you”
-Neil Young, “Ambulance Blues”
I’m armed to the teeth
Like a fucking animal
I ruin everything
I get my bony hands on

And here we go now over the bridge of sighs
We will get a cross like Christ, crucified
It’s like a birth but it is in reverse
Never gets better, always gets worse
Voilà! In view, a humble vaudevillian veteran, cast vicariously as both victim and villain by the vicissitudes of fate. This visage, no mere veneer of vanity, is a vestige of the vox populi, now vacant, vanished. However, this valorous visitation of a bygone vexation stands vivified, and has vowed to vanquish these venal and virulent vermin vanguarding vice and vouchsafing the violently vicious and voracious violation of volition. The only verdict is vengeance; a vendetta held as a votive, not in vain, for the value and veracity of such shall one day vindicate the vigilant and the virtuous. Verily, this vichyssoise of verbiage veers most verbose vis-à-vis an introduction, so let me simply add that it’s my very good honor to meet you and you may call me V.
Vaulting, veering, vomiting up the values that victimized me, feeling vast,
feeling virginal... was this how he felt? This verve, this vitality... this vision...

La voie... la vérité... la vie.
(SPOILER)
The Dead Flag Blues
The car is on fire, and there’s no driver at the wheel, and the sewers are all muddied with a thousand lonely suicides, and a dark wind blows. The government is corrupt, and we’re on so many drugs with the radio on and the curtains drawn. We are trapped in the belly of this horrible machine, and the machine is bleeding to death. The sun has fallen down, and the billboards are all leering, and the flags are all dead at the top of their poles.

It went like this: The buildings tumbled in on themselves; mothers clutching babies picked through the rubble and pulled out their hair. The skyline was beautiful on fire, all twisted metal stretching upwards, everything washed in a thin orange haze. I said, “Kiss me, you are beautiful; these are truly the last days.” You grabbed my hand, and we fell into it like a daydream or a fever.

We woke up one morning and fell a little further down; for sure it’s the valley of death. I open up my wallet, and it’s full of blood.
Gravity’s Rainbow
The Smashing Pumpkins
we can watch the world devoured in its hate.
The late prophet Bill Hicks
I’m so sick of arming the world and then sending troops over to destroy the fucking arms, you know what I mean? We keep arming these little countries then we go and blow the shit out of ’em. We’re like the bullies of the world, you know. We’re like Jack Palance in the movie Shane, throwing the pistol at the sheep herder’s feet: “Pick it up.” “I don’t wanna pick it up, mister; you’ll shoot me.” “Pick up the gun.” “Mister, I don’t want no trouble, huh. I just came downtown here to get some hard rock candy for my kids, some gingham for my wife. I don’t even know what gingham is, but she goes through about ten rolls a week of that stuff. I ain’t looking for no trouble, mister.” “Pick up the gun.” Boom, boom. “You all saw him. He had a gun.”

moar I’ll show you politics in America. Here it is, right here. “I think the puppet on the right shares my beliefs.” “I think the puppet on the left is more to my liking.” “Hey, wait a minute, there’s one guy holding out both puppets!” “Shut up! Go back to bed, America! Your government is in control. Here's Love Connection. Watch this and get fat and stupid. By the way, keep drinking beer, you fucking morons.”

All governments are liars and murderers. Go back to bed, America! Your government has figured out how it all transpired. Go back to bed, America! Your government is in control again. Here, here’s American Gladiators. Watch this, shut up! Go back to bed, America! Here is American Gladiators; here is 56 channels of it! Watch these pituitary retards bang their fucking skulls together and congratulate you on living in the land of freedom! Here you go, America: You are free to do what we tell you! You are free to do what we tell you!

The Supreme Court says pornography is anything without artistic merit that causes sexual thoughts, that’s their definition, essentially. No artistic merit, causes sexual thoughts. Hmm… Sounds like… every commercial on television, doesn’t it? You know, when I see those two twins on that Doublemint commercial? I’m not thinking of gum. I am thinking of chewing, so maybe that’s the connection they’re trying to make.

I have this feeling man, ’cause you know, it’s just a handful of people who run everything, you know… that’s true, it’s provable. It’s not… I’m not a fucking conspiracy nut; it’s provable. A handful, a very small elite, run and own these corporations, which include the mainstream media. I have this feeling that whoever is elected president, like Clinton was, no matter what you promise on the campaign trail – blah, blah, blah – when you win, you go into this smoke-filled room with the twelve industrialist capitalist scumfucks who got you in there. And you’re in this smoky room, and this little film screen comes down, and a big guy with a cigar goes, “Roll the film.” And it’s a shot of the Kennedy assassination from an angle you’ve never seen before that looks suspiciously like it’s from the grassy knoll. And then the screen goes up and the lights come up, and they go to the new president, “Any questions?” “Er, just what my agenda is.” “First we bomb Baghdad.” “You got it…”

They don’t want the voice of reason spoken, folks, ’cause otherwise, we’d be free. Otherwise, we wouldn’t believe their fucking horseshit lies, nor the fucking propaganda machine of the mainstream media and buy their horseshit products that we don’t fucking need and become a third world consumer fucking plantation, which is what we’re becoming. Fuck them! They are liars and murderers. All governments are liars and murderers, and I am now Jesus, and this is MY compound.

The world is like a ride at an amusement park. It goes up and down and round and round. It has thrills and chills and it’s very brightly coloured and it’s very loud and it’s fun for awhile. Some people have been on the ride for a long time and they begin to question, is this real, or is this just a ride? And other people have remembered, and they come back to us, they say, “hey – don't worry, don’t be afraid, ever, because this is just a ride…” And we… kill those people. Haha. “Shut him up. We have a lot invested in this ride. Shut him up. Look at my furrows of worry. Look at my big bank account and my family. This just has to be real.” It’s just a ride. But we always kill those good guys who try and tell us that, you ever notice that? And let the demons run amok. Jesus murdered; Martin Luther King mudered; Malcolm X murdered; Gandhi murdered; John Lennon murdered; Reagan… wounded. But it doesn’t matter because it’s just a ride. And we can change it anytime we want. It’s only a choice. No effort, no work, no job, no savings and money. A choice, right now, between fear and love. The eyes of fear want you to put bigger locks on your doors, buy guns, close yourself off. The eyes of love, instead, see all of us as one. Here’s what we can do to change the world, right now, to a better ride. Take all that money that we spend on weapons and defences each year and instead spend it feeding and clothing and educating the poor of the world, which it would many times over, not one human being excluded, and we could explore space, together, both inner and outer, forever, in peace. Thank you; you’ve been great.

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Howth Castle and Environs
So yeah, after thinking about it I’m not really sure what kind of character would be good for me to play, so someone should probably just give suggestions on that front too.
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“The trouble is that we have a bad habit, encouraged by pedants and sophisticates, of considering happiness as something rather stupid. Only pain is intellectual, only evil interesting. This is the treason of the artist: a refusal to admit the banality of evil and the terrible boredom of pain. If you can’t lick ’em, join ’em. If it hurts, repeat it. But to praise despair is to condemn delight, to embrace violence is to lose hold of everything else. We have almost lost hold; we can no longer describe happy man, nor make any celebration of joy.”
-Ursula K. Le Guin, “The Ones Who Walk Away from Omelas

“I never knew a man could tell so many lies
He had a different story for every set of eyes
How can he remember who he’s talking to?
’Cause I know it ain’t me, and I hope it isn’t you”
-Neil Young, “Ambulance Blues”
I’m armed to the teeth
Like a fucking animal
I ruin everything
I get my bony hands on

And here we go now over the bridge of sighs
We will get a cross like Christ, crucified
It’s like a birth but it is in reverse
Never gets better, always gets worse
Voilà! In view, a humble vaudevillian veteran, cast vicariously as both victim and villain by the vicissitudes of fate. This visage, no mere veneer of vanity, is a vestige of the vox populi, now vacant, vanished. However, this valorous visitation of a bygone vexation stands vivified, and has vowed to vanquish these venal and virulent vermin vanguarding vice and vouchsafing the violently vicious and voracious violation of volition. The only verdict is vengeance; a vendetta held as a votive, not in vain, for the value and veracity of such shall one day vindicate the vigilant and the virtuous. Verily, this vichyssoise of verbiage veers most verbose vis-à-vis an introduction, so let me simply add that it’s my very good honor to meet you and you may call me V.
Vaulting, veering, vomiting up the values that victimized me, feeling vast,
feeling virginal... was this how he felt? This verve, this vitality... this vision...

La voie... la vérité... la vie.
(SPOILER)
The Dead Flag Blues
The car is on fire, and there’s no driver at the wheel, and the sewers are all muddied with a thousand lonely suicides, and a dark wind blows. The government is corrupt, and we’re on so many drugs with the radio on and the curtains drawn. We are trapped in the belly of this horrible machine, and the machine is bleeding to death. The sun has fallen down, and the billboards are all leering, and the flags are all dead at the top of their poles.

It went like this: The buildings tumbled in on themselves; mothers clutching babies picked through the rubble and pulled out their hair. The skyline was beautiful on fire, all twisted metal stretching upwards, everything washed in a thin orange haze. I said, “Kiss me, you are beautiful; these are truly the last days.” You grabbed my hand, and we fell into it like a daydream or a fever.

We woke up one morning and fell a little further down; for sure it’s the valley of death. I open up my wallet, and it’s full of blood.
Gravity’s Rainbow
The Smashing Pumpkins
we can watch the world devoured in its hate.
The late prophet Bill Hicks
I’m so sick of arming the world and then sending troops over to destroy the fucking arms, you know what I mean? We keep arming these little countries then we go and blow the shit out of ’em. We’re like the bullies of the world, you know. We’re like Jack Palance in the movie Shane, throwing the pistol at the sheep herder’s feet: “Pick it up.” “I don’t wanna pick it up, mister; you’ll shoot me.” “Pick up the gun.” “Mister, I don’t want no trouble, huh. I just came downtown here to get some hard rock candy for my kids, some gingham for my wife. I don’t even know what gingham is, but she goes through about ten rolls a week of that stuff. I ain’t looking for no trouble, mister.” “Pick up the gun.” Boom, boom. “You all saw him. He had a gun.”

moar I’ll show you politics in America. Here it is, right here. “I think the puppet on the right shares my beliefs.” “I think the puppet on the left is more to my liking.” “Hey, wait a minute, there’s one guy holding out both puppets!” “Shut up! Go back to bed, America! Your government is in control. Here's Love Connection. Watch this and get fat and stupid. By the way, keep drinking beer, you fucking morons.”

All governments are liars and murderers. Go back to bed, America! Your government has figured out how it all transpired. Go back to bed, America! Your government is in control again. Here, here’s American Gladiators. Watch this, shut up! Go back to bed, America! Here is American Gladiators; here is 56 channels of it! Watch these pituitary retards bang their fucking skulls together and congratulate you on living in the land of freedom! Here you go, America: You are free to do what we tell you! You are free to do what we tell you!

The Supreme Court says pornography is anything without artistic merit that causes sexual thoughts, that’s their definition, essentially. No artistic merit, causes sexual thoughts. Hmm… Sounds like… every commercial on television, doesn’t it? You know, when I see those two twins on that Doublemint commercial? I’m not thinking of gum. I am thinking of chewing, so maybe that’s the connection they’re trying to make.

I have this feeling man, ’cause you know, it’s just a handful of people who run everything, you know… that’s true, it’s provable. It’s not… I’m not a fucking conspiracy nut; it’s provable. A handful, a very small elite, run and own these corporations, which include the mainstream media. I have this feeling that whoever is elected president, like Clinton was, no matter what you promise on the campaign trail – blah, blah, blah – when you win, you go into this smoke-filled room with the twelve industrialist capitalist scumfucks who got you in there. And you’re in this smoky room, and this little film screen comes down, and a big guy with a cigar goes, “Roll the film.” And it’s a shot of the Kennedy assassination from an angle you’ve never seen before that looks suspiciously like it’s from the grassy knoll. And then the screen goes up and the lights come up, and they go to the new president, “Any questions?” “Er, just what my agenda is.” “First we bomb Baghdad.” “You got it…”

They don’t want the voice of reason spoken, folks, ’cause otherwise, we’d be free. Otherwise, we wouldn’t believe their fucking horseshit lies, nor the fucking propaganda machine of the mainstream media and buy their horseshit products that we don’t fucking need and become a third world consumer fucking plantation, which is what we’re becoming. Fuck them! They are liars and murderers. All governments are liars and murderers, and I am now Jesus, and this is MY compound.

The world is like a ride at an amusement park. It goes up and down and round and round. It has thrills and chills and it’s very brightly coloured and it’s very loud and it’s fun for awhile. Some people have been on the ride for a long time and they begin to question, is this real, or is this just a ride? And other people have remembered, and they come back to us, they say, “hey – don't worry, don’t be afraid, ever, because this is just a ride…” And we… kill those people. Haha. “Shut him up. We have a lot invested in this ride. Shut him up. Look at my furrows of worry. Look at my big bank account and my family. This just has to be real.” It’s just a ride. But we always kill those good guys who try and tell us that, you ever notice that? And let the demons run amok. Jesus murdered; Martin Luther King mudered; Malcolm X murdered; Gandhi murdered; John Lennon murdered; Reagan… wounded. But it doesn’t matter because it’s just a ride. And we can change it anytime we want. It’s only a choice. No effort, no work, no job, no savings and money. A choice, right now, between fear and love. The eyes of fear want you to put bigger locks on your doors, buy guns, close yourself off. The eyes of love, instead, see all of us as one. Here’s what we can do to change the world, right now, to a better ride. Take all that money that we spend on weapons and defences each year and instead spend it feeding and clothing and educating the poor of the world, which it would many times over, not one human being excluded, and we could explore space, together, both inner and outer, forever, in peace. Thank you; you’ve been great.

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Toementor
Still not sure what sort of character shade is going to roll/play, so at this stage anything that's not a Cleric.

Perhaps a Rogue or Fighter might fare well.

P.S. Fighters are always a good start for new players. It's essentially just a go-over-there-and-hit-it-with-your-sword-until-it-dies sort of approach. Heh.
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AD
I may be interested in playing this but I'll need to look at the other threads associated... and read up on what I need to do for D&D. I've only played like twice and both sessions ended with the majority of us n00bs wandering off because we got distracted.

If someone wants to roll me a character, I won't be offended.
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shade
Toementor wrote: Still not sure what sort of character shade is going to roll/play, so at this stage anything that's not a Cleric.
Probably either a ranger or a druid. I have wanted to play one of these classes for the past few campaigns and always end up needing to play a different role due to party make-up (I tend to play to fill out the party).

Perhaps a Rogue or Fighter might fare well.

P.S. Fighters are always a good start for new players. It's essentially just a go-over-there-and-hit-it-with-your-sword-until-it-dies sort of approach. Heh.
Human Fighter is the easiest race/class combo to play. Leveling up is literally just adding feats every other level. That said, Aaron, what kind of class do you like to play in RPGs in general?
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Toementor
AD wrote: I may be interested in playing this but I'll need to look at the other threads associated... and read up on what I need to do for D&D. I've only played like twice and both sessions ended with the majority of us n00bs wandering off because we got distracted.

If someone wants to roll me a character, I won't be offended.
Sounds grand. I've got a few pre-rolled characters, or I can roll a new one pretty quickly. (Should only take 40 mins tops.) What sort of classes/races do you usually like to play in RPGs?


shade Probably either a ranger or a druid. I have wanted to play one of these classes for the past few campaigns and always end up needing to play a different role due to party make-up (I tend to play to fill out the party).
I usually get pretty annoyed when people want to play Rangers or Druids (lol), but they're almost always new players (and always combine it with an elf-race), but seeing as you've played D20 systems before I don't mind as much this time.

shade Human Fighter is the easiest race/class combo to play. Leveling up is literally just adding feats every other level. That said, Aaron, what kind of class do you like to play in RPGs in general?
This and that also.
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AD
Simplistic fighter is fine. I quite enjoy destroying things.

Point and kill is grand to me. When I was playing Ars Magica I was mostly just a fire destroyer.
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shade
Toementor wrote:
shade Probably either a ranger or a druid. I have wanted to play one of these classes for the past few campaigns and always end up needing to play a different role due to party make-up (I tend to play to fill out the party).
I usually get pretty annoyed when people want to play Rangers or Druids (lol), but they're almost always new players (and always combine it with an elf-race), but seeing as you've played D20 systems before I don't mind as much this time.
Nah I get why you'd get annoyed at that. I, ironically, playe Half Elven chars, but thats because of their racials, not because they're elves I also usually play Rogue, Cleric, or Monk as well, and I feel I need to change it up a bit.
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Toementor
AD wrote: Simplistic fighter is fine. I quite enjoy destroying things.

Point and kill is grand to me. When I was playing Ars Magica I was mostly just a fire destroyer.
I've actually got a pre-rolled Human Fighter that specialises in ranged combat (Fighters are clearly better than Rangers at it. duh) you can use if you'd like? Although if you'd like a more hand-to-hand specialist it's just a few easy tweaks.
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AD
Hand-to-hand would be awesome if it's not too much trouble. Otherwise, it won't be until like Friday night before I can honestly look at some of this.
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Toementor
AD wrote: Hand-to-hand would be awesome if it's not too much trouble. Otherwise, it won't be until like Friday night before I can honestly look at some of this.
Here's said adjusted hand-to-hand combat Fighter. Feel free to use or reject. Also left certain fields open like Name, gender, etc. So feel free to customise, give a backstory to, describe physical and psychological traits, etc.


Name:
Race: Human
Class: Fighter
Gender:
Alignment:
God:
Lvl: 1

STR: 17 (+3)
DEX: 15 (+2)
CON: 14 (+2)
INT: 13 (+1)
WIS: 11 (0)
CHAR: 13 (+1)

HP: 12
AC: 19
Touch AC: 12
Flat-foot AC: 17
Speed: 30 FT
Initiative: +2

Fortitude: +4
Reflex: +2
Will: 0

Base attack Bonus: +1
Grapple: +4

Weapons: Longsword (+3 atk bonus, 1d8 dmg, 19-20/x2 crit, slashing)
Longbow, Composite (+2 atk bonus, 1d8 dmg, x3 crit, 110ft range, piercing, 40 arrows)

Armor: Chainmail (+5), Heavy Wooden Shield (+2)

Feats: Power Attack (May trade attack bonus for damage (up to base attack bonus)
Cleave (Extra melee attack after dropping a target)
Weapon Focus (Longsword) (+1 bonus on attack rolls with selected weapon)

Special abilities: Weapon prof. In all Simple and Martial Weapons (class)
Armour prof. In all armour and shields (incl. Tower) (class)

Languages: Common, Gnome


Skills: Climb: 4
Intimidate: 4
Jump: 4
Listen: 2
Ride: 4
Spot: 2
Swim: 4
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AD
At a glance, looks awesome.

How long do I have to name and detail shit?
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Toementor
AD wrote: At a glance, looks awesome.

How long do I have to name and detail shit?

As long as it takes for Aaron and shade to post up their char sheets. Failing that, the 19th will (probably) be a definite start date. If they're not there yet, can work them into the story one way or another.
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Toementor
I know I said I wanted to have started by now, but I suppose another week won't hurt.
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Don't believe Aaron's lies, you're going to need to roll him a character before he plays.
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Yeah, you probably will. Human fighter is probably a good enough character type for me, I guess.
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“The trouble is that we have a bad habit, encouraged by pedants and sophisticates, of considering happiness as something rather stupid. Only pain is intellectual, only evil interesting. This is the treason of the artist: a refusal to admit the banality of evil and the terrible boredom of pain. If you can’t lick ’em, join ’em. If it hurts, repeat it. But to praise despair is to condemn delight, to embrace violence is to lose hold of everything else. We have almost lost hold; we can no longer describe happy man, nor make any celebration of joy.”
-Ursula K. Le Guin, “The Ones Who Walk Away from Omelas

“I never knew a man could tell so many lies
He had a different story for every set of eyes
How can he remember who he’s talking to?
’Cause I know it ain’t me, and I hope it isn’t you”
-Neil Young, “Ambulance Blues”
I’m armed to the teeth
Like a fucking animal
I ruin everything
I get my bony hands on

And here we go now over the bridge of sighs
We will get a cross like Christ, crucified
It’s like a birth but it is in reverse
Never gets better, always gets worse
Voilà! In view, a humble vaudevillian veteran, cast vicariously as both victim and villain by the vicissitudes of fate. This visage, no mere veneer of vanity, is a vestige of the vox populi, now vacant, vanished. However, this valorous visitation of a bygone vexation stands vivified, and has vowed to vanquish these venal and virulent vermin vanguarding vice and vouchsafing the violently vicious and voracious violation of volition. The only verdict is vengeance; a vendetta held as a votive, not in vain, for the value and veracity of such shall one day vindicate the vigilant and the virtuous. Verily, this vichyssoise of verbiage veers most verbose vis-à-vis an introduction, so let me simply add that it’s my very good honor to meet you and you may call me V.
Vaulting, veering, vomiting up the values that victimized me, feeling vast,
feeling virginal... was this how he felt? This verve, this vitality... this vision...

La voie... la vérité... la vie.
(SPOILER)
The Dead Flag Blues
The car is on fire, and there’s no driver at the wheel, and the sewers are all muddied with a thousand lonely suicides, and a dark wind blows. The government is corrupt, and we’re on so many drugs with the radio on and the curtains drawn. We are trapped in the belly of this horrible machine, and the machine is bleeding to death. The sun has fallen down, and the billboards are all leering, and the flags are all dead at the top of their poles.

It went like this: The buildings tumbled in on themselves; mothers clutching babies picked through the rubble and pulled out their hair. The skyline was beautiful on fire, all twisted metal stretching upwards, everything washed in a thin orange haze. I said, “Kiss me, you are beautiful; these are truly the last days.” You grabbed my hand, and we fell into it like a daydream or a fever.

We woke up one morning and fell a little further down; for sure it’s the valley of death. I open up my wallet, and it’s full of blood.
Gravity’s Rainbow
The Smashing Pumpkins
we can watch the world devoured in its hate.
The late prophet Bill Hicks
I’m so sick of arming the world and then sending troops over to destroy the fucking arms, you know what I mean? We keep arming these little countries then we go and blow the shit out of ’em. We’re like the bullies of the world, you know. We’re like Jack Palance in the movie Shane, throwing the pistol at the sheep herder’s feet: “Pick it up.” “I don’t wanna pick it up, mister; you’ll shoot me.” “Pick up the gun.” “Mister, I don’t want no trouble, huh. I just came downtown here to get some hard rock candy for my kids, some gingham for my wife. I don’t even know what gingham is, but she goes through about ten rolls a week of that stuff. I ain’t looking for no trouble, mister.” “Pick up the gun.” Boom, boom. “You all saw him. He had a gun.”

moar I’ll show you politics in America. Here it is, right here. “I think the puppet on the right shares my beliefs.” “I think the puppet on the left is more to my liking.” “Hey, wait a minute, there’s one guy holding out both puppets!” “Shut up! Go back to bed, America! Your government is in control. Here's Love Connection. Watch this and get fat and stupid. By the way, keep drinking beer, you fucking morons.”

All governments are liars and murderers. Go back to bed, America! Your government has figured out how it all transpired. Go back to bed, America! Your government is in control again. Here, here’s American Gladiators. Watch this, shut up! Go back to bed, America! Here is American Gladiators; here is 56 channels of it! Watch these pituitary retards bang their fucking skulls together and congratulate you on living in the land of freedom! Here you go, America: You are free to do what we tell you! You are free to do what we tell you!

The Supreme Court says pornography is anything without artistic merit that causes sexual thoughts, that’s their definition, essentially. No artistic merit, causes sexual thoughts. Hmm… Sounds like… every commercial on television, doesn’t it? You know, when I see those two twins on that Doublemint commercial? I’m not thinking of gum. I am thinking of chewing, so maybe that’s the connection they’re trying to make.

I have this feeling man, ’cause you know, it’s just a handful of people who run everything, you know… that’s true, it’s provable. It’s not… I’m not a fucking conspiracy nut; it’s provable. A handful, a very small elite, run and own these corporations, which include the mainstream media. I have this feeling that whoever is elected president, like Clinton was, no matter what you promise on the campaign trail – blah, blah, blah – when you win, you go into this smoke-filled room with the twelve industrialist capitalist scumfucks who got you in there. And you’re in this smoky room, and this little film screen comes down, and a big guy with a cigar goes, “Roll the film.” And it’s a shot of the Kennedy assassination from an angle you’ve never seen before that looks suspiciously like it’s from the grassy knoll. And then the screen goes up and the lights come up, and they go to the new president, “Any questions?” “Er, just what my agenda is.” “First we bomb Baghdad.” “You got it…”

They don’t want the voice of reason spoken, folks, ’cause otherwise, we’d be free. Otherwise, we wouldn’t believe their fucking horseshit lies, nor the fucking propaganda machine of the mainstream media and buy their horseshit products that we don’t fucking need and become a third world consumer fucking plantation, which is what we’re becoming. Fuck them! They are liars and murderers. All governments are liars and murderers, and I am now Jesus, and this is MY compound.

The world is like a ride at an amusement park. It goes up and down and round and round. It has thrills and chills and it’s very brightly coloured and it’s very loud and it’s fun for awhile. Some people have been on the ride for a long time and they begin to question, is this real, or is this just a ride? And other people have remembered, and they come back to us, they say, “hey – don't worry, don’t be afraid, ever, because this is just a ride…” And we… kill those people. Haha. “Shut him up. We have a lot invested in this ride. Shut him up. Look at my furrows of worry. Look at my big bank account and my family. This just has to be real.” It’s just a ride. But we always kill those good guys who try and tell us that, you ever notice that? And let the demons run amok. Jesus murdered; Martin Luther King mudered; Malcolm X murdered; Gandhi murdered; John Lennon murdered; Reagan… wounded. But it doesn’t matter because it’s just a ride. And we can change it anytime we want. It’s only a choice. No effort, no work, no job, no savings and money. A choice, right now, between fear and love. The eyes of fear want you to put bigger locks on your doors, buy guns, close yourself off. The eyes of love, instead, see all of us as one. Here’s what we can do to change the world, right now, to a better ride. Take all that money that we spend on weapons and defences each year and instead spend it feeding and clothing and educating the poor of the world, which it would many times over, not one human being excluded, and we could explore space, together, both inner and outer, forever, in peace. Thank you; you’ve been great.

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Ⓐaron wrote: Yeah, you probably will. Human fighter is probably a good enough character type for me, I guess.
Come on Skype or something soon, I wanna go through some things with you Aaron. Mostly because we've already got two Human characters (whoah), one as a Fighter, and another a Cleric.

Edit: As of this message I'll be inactive for the next few hours, but looking forward to it. :3
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Ⓐaron wrote: Yeah, you probably will. Human fighter is probably a good enough character type for me, I guess.
Here is of character sheet. Feel free to add, edit, etc. blah blah.

Name: Aron
Race: Human
Class: Bard
Gender: Female
Alignment: Neutral Good
God: Yahweh
Lvl: 1

STR: 14 (+2)
DEX: 15 (+2)
CON: 14 (+2)
INT: 13 (+1)
WIS: 11 (0)
CHAR: 16 (+3)

HP: 8
AC: 17
Touch AC: 15
Flat-foot AC: 12
Speed: 30 FT
Initiative: +2

Fortitude: +2
Reflex: +4
Will: +2

Base attack Bonus: 0
Grapple: +2

Weapons:
Rapier (1d6 dmg, 18-20/2x crit, 2lb, piercing weapon)
Shortbow (1d6 dmg, x3 crit, 60ft, 2lb, piercing weapon, 40 arrows)

Armor: Chain Shirt (+4 AC, +4 max dex bonus)
Light wooden shield (+1 AC)

Gear:
Jew's Harp & Bagpipes

Feats: Dodge (+1 to AC)
Improved Initiative (+4 Initiative bonus)

Special abilities: Bardic Knowledge (may make a special bardic knowledge check with a bonus equal to
their bard level + their Intelligence modifier to see whether they know some relevant information about local notable people, legendary items, or noteworthy places.)

Bardic Music (Once per day per bard level, a bard can use his song or poetics to produce magical effects on those around him (usually including himself, if desired).

Countersong
Fascinate
Inspire Courage +1

Languages: Common, Orc


Skills:
Perform (-ophone instruments): 4
Spellcraft: 4
Use Magic Device: 4
Gather Information: 4
Listen: 3
Deceipher Script: 2
Diplomacy: 3
Knowledge (history): 2
Sleight of Hand: 2

Spells per day:
Level 0 (cantrips): 4 - Open/Close, Daze, Lullaby, Prestidigitation
Level 1: 0 +1 = 1 (char mod) - Sleep
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Toementor wrote: Gear:
Jew's Harp & Bagpipes
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Due to Aaron's commitments at the moment, and Marge's general inability it seems. () As well as shade finishing off his character, I shall push it back a few days to the start of next week. (Unless aforementioned users all finish by then.)

I've heard that Greg and Sar are thinking about joining as well. Do feel free to roll yourselves a character, and if you're a bit late, I can easily drop you into the plot/campaign at some point.


On another note would you guys like the rolls to be hidden or to have the rolls be shown? if hidden I'd roll in secrecy and you'd find out what happened due to narrative, though I'd show what type of roll, i.e spot, listen, tumble. Or if it was shown it would be exactly as shown in the other tutorial - if you will - thread. The latter will probably work out easier and with less controversy I'd say though. Initiative rolls will always be shown, however.

Any other minuscule things you'd like worked out or something? Oh well. Get them butts moving.

Edit: Do you want me to start a new thread when all the chars are in?

Edit2: Perhaps do the poll thingy too, yah?
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