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 "Dear Sirs and/or Madams," The Storm of Chaos has passed and the Emperor Karl Franz, long may he rule and live, and the other heads of the Alliance of Light have prevailed as they always will to the Runious Powers, yet the war has taken a heavy toll. The Kisev and the northern Grand Provinces of the Empire have been ravaged, sending tens of thousands or more unfortunates, maybe such as yourself, to our humble and gracious lands, and maybe more have been lost at the hands of the foul, unholy beasts! Stirland has not forgotten it's brethren and even heroes, and graciously has been allowed to settle in divinely protected lands, untouched by the Storm, if they can pay the simple tax of three crowns. Indeed, in the midst of all this unrest, even the dispossessed such as yourselves can practice or run your trades and sciences, provided you can afford and pass the tests for the licensed fields or show proper accreditation handed to you from our Guilds or Universities! Yet, scars of the war can still be found in our blessed home and the Esteemed Countess Hedwig Von Ottenburg needs brave adventurers such as yourself to help Stirland herself! Countess Hedwig, herself lost a loved one during the Storm. Tragically, our young, beloved Countess is bereaved over the passing of her venerated and venerable Uncle, Viscount Hans Ottenburg, who died gallantly and honorably leading a one man retreat during a terrible revolt in Wurtbad, and now has taken stewardship of the county of Szethberg in eastern Stirland on his behalf. Her Countess sent out tax collectors to raise funds for the refugee crisis, and it seems the people of her new fiefdom have grown belligerent and ungrateful since their former masters passing and have slain or abducted the person(s) of Siegfried and Hans (no relation) of Hettendolf, agents of her highness: a tax collector and Road Warden. While it is in our Lady's power to uncover and punish these traitors herself, she is under the belief that her forces would be better used restoring order and law to her new subjects and sending a sizable force would actually entice further rebellion by hinting a weakness that of course does not exist! Glory and honor unto you, the band of heroes, rigorously selected for this majestic quest. While I have no doubt a group of fine companions such as yourself require and would ask for no reward, we are offering a handsome sum of three hundred gold crowns for their safe return or proof of their death, and the identities of the foul rogues who have perverted Ottenburg's justice!; pardons of past crime against the state will also be forgiven, with no deduction in the generous reward offered! Humbly, Otto Ohlmann, Steward of Castle Ottenfurt It is 2523, a mere year after the stunning death and route of Aracheon, the Everchosen, and the hordes of Chaos. Many lives during the war were lost in the battles in the north, including that of the nobility, bringing with it a wave of inheritances issues thrown around, and greedy nobles looking to pick their forebears bones completely clean; Hedwing Ottenburg if not chief among them, she is a stunning portrait of the avarice and hubris of what they represent. With her granduncles passing after attempting to flee during Mannfred Von Carstein's siege of Stirland's captial, her liege lord dead himself actually defending it, and Karl Franz preoccupied with preventing a civil war over his nonexistent role in Valten's, Champion of Sigmar's, assassination, the child noble is attempt to carve as much of her uncle's fief for herself and away from her cousins, has gone and slapped a sleeping dragon in it's face. On paper her much despised, but somewhat practical uncle, 'owned' a county in Sylvania that has long been the domain of very active members of the aristocracy of the night, the Von Carstiens, that he never bothered pressing after his own grandfather's fatal attempts to do so. Disregarding the vampires as harmless cowards, Hedwig sent road wardens, knights, soldiers into their turf to collect taxes, supplies, and claim direct management over valuable infrastructure. In a firm, but merciful response, all were instead whacked behind the ear, scared straight, and sent home; notwithstanding two aforementioned missing persons. While the young countess has learned her lesson, she has to save face so at least her bannermen and women won't finally have enough of her and instead sign with her kin, and has decided to empty her prisons, dungeons, and refugee camps to send a bunch of up jumped vagrants (you) on a snipe hunt and get yourselves killed most like. Except...why was it only those two went missing? Why are there reports of Rat-Faced Beastmen throughout Sylvania, Striland, Averland, and even as far as the Border Princes? Why is it that somehow the nights grow longer even as we have passed into spring and soon will enter summer? Can it be that The End Times have indeed come, yet it was not the Ruinous Powers that would lead to the crushing blow of Mans' kingdoms, but instead something else just as sinister? ==== Hello, this is going to be a Warhammer Fantasy Roleplay 2e edition game! While 4e really improved the system, I cannot yet make Skaven, Vampires, Beastmen, or other monstrous races like the Not French Bretonnians! A Discord will be remade has been made for you to chat, talk about character creation, and play the game!] This will be a Discord run game, through and through, though we MIGHT use Roll20. As you could tell, this game will START in Sylavania/Stirland, but will move onto Averland, Talabecland, the Border Princes, and maybe even Bretonnia? This isn't a story about poo poo Farmers, but about mighty and brave warriors who started as cooks and have small but viscous dogs backing them up. I'm hoping to run this game every other Sat or Sunday, I don't have time to run this during the week because of work and relationships. You'll need a mic! Stealing this bit, because why bother? John Dyne posted:
Map of Sylvania  Discord Again: TO BE CHANGED NutritiousSnack fucked around with this message at 01:45 on Jul 19, 2019 |
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Sullat You are a Dwarf Miner. It is to your pride that if people described you in a line up, any human or Dwarf would throw up their hands and ask you to be more specific. You honored your ancestor and kin with your career, and now your reduced to this
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I bought a whfrp rule book years and years ago but never actually got around to playing it with anyone so uh, let's give this a shot. Please MANMODE me and tell me more about this viscous dog.
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i love the manmode the tyranny of times zones might prevent actually playing but character creation is always fun thatbastardken fucked around with this message at 12:45 on Apr 3, 2019 |
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Apr 3, 2019 12:43
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Sure manmode me.
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Apr 3, 2019 12:59
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Man my modes
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Fathis Munk you certainly fell into the munk when telling one of your tall tales about how you cared off that Vampire with your grandma's favored necklace back in the Moot, you are a Halfling Raconteur Dachshundofdoom You are an Elf THIEF; you're so good you stole a human only career for a second!  ThatBastardKen You have to make every other cop on the force look like mister sunshine, you are a Dwarf Watchman  Mykkel In Kisev you don't tame bear, bear tame you...sorry, sorry I'm deleting. you are a Human Bear Tamer  HerraS You are a Human Initiate. While most people believe in the gods, you really, REALLY like one of them  NutritiousSnack fucked around with this message at 21:54 on Apr 3, 2019 |
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No idea whether I'd even be able to play, but I always enjoy random character creation, so go ahead and Manmode me.
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Viscardus, I can say tracking down kidnappers is far from outside your wheelhouse, you are an Elf Bounty Hunter
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 "Luther" (Lufwyrían of Athel Loren) If you can't hold onto something, it was never really yours. That's been the downfall of so many: when your reach exceeds your grasp, you are already dead. Everything you've grappled for slips through your fingers like sand. There's a thousand ways to do it. Pride, greed, incompetence, spite. They cost the Elves the Old World, and they've cost every other race just as much. Of course, from a less Elven viewpoint, they can also simply cost you your hard-earned savings. Amazing how many merchants think getting robbed is something that only happens to other people. A proper lock will cost you less than I do, to be sure. I departed Athel Loren for the first and last time 64 years, 212 days, and 6 hours ago. It's funny, really. I never go a day without thinking about the place, but I don't particularly want to return. I remember that the other spies would whine and complain about the misery of living among humans, about the stink of their cities, and of the greed that cuts down forests and turns nature to farmland and cobblestone. I can't say it bothers me. Humans are short-lived, short-sighted, and clumsy; Elves are eternal, wise, and graceful. Humans dominate the Old World while we prowl Athel Loren and do all we can to hold onto what little we have left. Who, then, has failed as a people? These are the kinds of things I think about while I empty lockboxes. I've done it so many times I hardly need to pay attention, after all. I steal as a petty act of defiance against a world that will never be mine. I steal to teach humans their place. I steal because it puts bread on my table, because it's the best application for my natural grace, and simply because I can. And of course, this is a line of work where no one complains when you wear a hood and cloak. I prefer to attract as little attention as possible, and humans can't help but gawk when they see knife-ears, so let them think of me as Luther, the strange drifter from Elsewhere who disappears at the same time as their valuables. My own people would think me insane, corrupted by flighty human behavior. They're probably right. But I don't begrudge them their forest, so I won't let them begrudge me a little gold. I will live until I die of boredom or stab wounds, and then the seasons will turn on and the world will forget me, as it should. I see no reason I can't indulge myself until then. Of course, I'm not infallible. That's how I ended up in the Ottenburg dungeon. They'd have probably executed me on the spot, but I think an Elven thief was enough of a curiosity that they wanted to keep me around. It hardly matters, I was out in a few days. Not by my own hand, although I was quite close to building an acceptable lockpick from a ratbone. Their "request" was quite clear: locate their missing men, who are no doubt dead, and I will be forgiven and paid handsomely. This is, of course, suicide. I know the nature of the lands they trespassed upon. But since the other option is having my face and name plastered on every bounty hunter's board from here to the Chaos Wastes, I suppose there are worse things to do with my time. I've always wanted to see if the forests of Sylvania are as dreary as they say. And if the "aristocracy" there is as rich as they say... pre:Name: "Luther" (Lufwyrían of Athel Loren) Race: Elf Career: Thief Character Profile Primary : | WS | BS | S | T | AG | INT | WP | FEL| Starting : | 36 | 48 | 31 | 32 | 43 | 28 | 31 | 29 | Advances : | 05 | 05 | -- | -- | 15 | 05 | -- | 10 | Taken : | 05 | -- | -- | -- | 05 | -- | -- | -- | Gained : | -- | -- | -- | -- | -- | -- | 05 | -- | Current : | 41 | 48 | 31 | 32 | 48 | 28 | 36 | 29 | Secondary : | A | W | SB | TB | M | MAG | IP | FP | Starting : | 1 | 9 | 3 | 3 | 5 | 0 | 0 | 1 | Advances : | - | 2 | - | - | - | - | - | - | Taken : | - | 2 | - | - | - | - | - | - | Gained : | - | - | - | - | - | - | - | - | Current : | 1 | 11 | 3 | 3 | 5 | 0 | 0 | 1 | Skills: Charm Common Knowledge (Elves) Concealment Disguise Pick Lock Perception Read/Write Search Secret Language (Thieves' Tongue) Speak Language (Eltharin, Reikspiel) Silent Move Talents: Alley Cat Coolheaded Excellent Vision Night Vision Specialist Weapon Group (Longbow) Trapfinder Trappings: Sword (Hand Weapon) Dagger Light Armor (Leather Jerkin) Sack Lockpicks Rope (10 yd) Common Clothing Tattered Cloak Backpack w/ Blanket Wooden Tankard + Cutlery 2 GC XP + Advances: Wounds +1 (Free) Wounds +1 (Free) Agility +5 (Free) Weapon Skill +5 (Free) Starting GC: 2d10 2 Dachshundofdoom fucked around with this message at 08:22 on Apr 5, 2019 |
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Alright people are already getting ready I'm now in the EST timezone, but pretty much could do any time Sat or Sundays. I'm running another game, so reminder it will be every OTHER week. I'm setting a timeline of sheets being done by next Friday, April 12th. NutritiousSnack fucked around with this message at 00:19 on Apr 4, 2019 |
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I've never actually played WFRP but I read Fatal and Friends so thanks to Night10194 I know all about it, sort of! MANMODE me and I'll try to track down the actual books instead of summaries.
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First person to roll for a monstrous race, Mr. Prokosch you are a Human Knight Errant 
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wiegieman Giddy Up, Human Drover
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Dear Most Honored Father I have heard some talk of late among the Knights that I am not Worthy to be your son. This talk has hurt me greatly, as no person could hope for a more Worthy Father. I know all the tales of your Courage, Skill, and Might though I was too young to join you in the Great Campaign. In truth this talk pains me because I know it to be correct. My brothers fought beside you, as is proper, and I did not. I have not earned my Station as your son. As your seventh child, I know that the matter of inheritance is resolved against me, and that I quite rightly did not deserve your personal tutelage in a number of matters. I must seek my Worth out in the world. I must learn to be a Proper Knight and True Noble, as you did when you were my age. And so after grave consideration, I have taken the Oaths before the Lady and decided to seek Glory in distant lands as a Knight Errant. I will return a Hero, or I will never return. If I do not return, I want you to know that I Died Well. I have taken my loyal steed Chance and the arms and armor you gifted me three months hence at my coming of age. Your Loving Son Philip de Bastonne  Phillip is a true nobleman of Bretonnia, with all the good and bad that implies. He is courageous, generous, kind-hearted, condesending, and ignorant. His father earned glory fighting at the side of Karl Franz himself and all of his older brothers fought admirabily in some fashion during the Storm of Chaos. Phillipe's father (rightly) felt he was too young to go to war so he spent that momentous time sitting at home and pouting. A year later, this terrible shame drove him to run away from home and seek glory. Hawk-eyed observers might notice the whisp of hair he generously describes as a mustache, the fat on his cheeks, and the bright-eyed idealism that only comes from a lifetime of privledge. More sensible eyes will notice the bulging muscles, training scars, and well-maintained steel. Phillip is surely a fool. But he's a fool that's received tutelage from the finest weapon-masters of Bretonnia. Why Sylvannia? His father once made an off-hand comment that it was a shame the Vampires never gave the Alliance an excuse to pacify that region once and for all, and that those people were in dire need of Heroes. That was enough to send Phillipe across the world. If his father said they needed Heroes, then by the Lady he would be their Hero! He took Ohlmann's missive on behalf of the Fair Lady Hedwing as a personal call. Perhaps singly among the respondents, he genuinely cared not the slightest for the reward money. Phillip de Bastonne posted:
Rolls: Starting Characteristics: 8#2d10 11 16 15 12 15 15 15 9 Wounds and Fate: 2#1d10 9 8 Starting Talent: 1d100 37 Starting GP: 2d10 10 Mr. Prokosch fucked around with this message at 01:43 on Jul 27, 2019 |
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 Ottenburg is a long way from a decent dwarf hold. It's a long way from decent anything, to the mind of Magda Sigrunsdottir. Why her mother moved away from the old country is a mystery, why she didn't move to a better city is just as big a mystery. Having argued the point so many times that it became tedious, Magda stopped asking and instead set her mind to finding a way out of Ottenburg. She joined the Watch as a means to that end, a way to make a few crowns and meet some travelers. A year or two on the job and she is no wealthier or better connected, but has an excellent knowledge of how to beat a drunken human into unconsciousness. The call for volunteers to go hunting for missing tax collectors is not exactly inspiring, but 300 crowns could buy a lot of freedom. And if the purse attracts adventurers, so much the better. Sylvania may be cursed by the undead, but anything's better than life in Ottenburg. pre:Name: Magda Sigrunsdottir Race: Dwarf Career: Watchman Character Profile Primary : | WS | BS | S | T | AG | INT | WP | FEL| Starting : | 48 | 29 | 35 | 47 | 21 | 33 | 31 | 20 | Advances : | 10 | 05 | 05 | -- | 05 | 10 | -- | 05 | Taken : | -- | -- | 05 | -- | 05 | 10 | -- | -- | Gained : | -- | -- | -- | -- | -- | 05 | -- | -- | Current : | 48 | 29 | 40 | 47 | 26 | 48 | 31 | 20 | Secondary : | A | W | SB | TB | M | MAG | IP | FP | Starting : | 1 | 12 | 3 | 4 | 3 | 0 | 0 | 2 | Advances : | - | 2 | - | - | - | - | - | - | Taken : | - | - | - | - | - | - | - | - | Gained : | - | - | - | - | - | - | - | - | Current : | 1 | 12 | 4 | 4 | 3 | 0 | 0 | 2 | Skills: Common Knowledge (Dwarfs) Speak Language (Khazalid) Speak Language (Reikspiel) Trade (Smith) Academic Knowledge (Law) Dodge Blow Follow Trail Gossip Intimidate Perception Search Talents: Dwarfcraft Grudge-born Fury Night Vision Resistance to Magic Stout-hearted Sturdy Savvy Street Fighting Strike Mighty Blow Strike to Stun Wounds/Fate: 2#1d10 4 5 Starting GC: 2d10 10 thatbastardken fucked around with this message at 00:45 on Apr 19, 2019 |
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  "I am Andrei, and this is Yuri, I have raised him from a cub. We left Kislev for the empire to spread the wonders of Kislev. We miss the motherland, but we can not return until the Tsarina personally calls for us. So we traipse around this southern empire, seeking alliances with those that are worthy. This Countess promised us that joining in this quest would allow us to meet others worthy of Ursun's favor. Also, since Yuri broke one of her favorite chairs, our other option was debtor prison." pre:Name: Andrei Petrovich Race: Human Career: Bear Tamer Character Profile Primary : | WS | BS | S | T | AG | INT | WP | FEL| Starting : | 26 | 30 | 33 | 38 | 31 | 32 | 28 | 31 | Advances : | 05 | -- | 10 | 05 | 05 | -- | 10 | 05 | Taken : | 05 | -- | 05 | -- | 05 | -- | -- | -- | Gained : | -- | -- | 05 | 05 | 05 | -- | -- | -- | Current : | 31 | 30 | 43 | 43 | 41 | 32 | -- | -- | Secondary : | A | W | SB | TB | M | MAG | IP | FP | Starting : | 1 | 12 | 4 | 4 | 4 | 0 | 0 | 3 | Advances : | - | 2 | - | - | - | - | - | - | Taken : | - | 1 | - | - | - | - | - | - | Gained : | - | 1 | - | - | - | - | - | - | Current : | 1 | 14 | 4 | 4 | 4 | 0 | 0 | 3 | Skills: Animal Care Animal Trainings Charm Animal Common Knowledge (Kislev) Consume Alchohol Gossip Performer (Acrobat) Speak Language(Kislevarin) Speak Language (Reikspiel) Talents: Acute Hearing (+20% on Perception tests that involve listening) Hardy Lightning Reflexes Very Resilient Very Strong Trappings: Common Clothing Backpack (blanket, tankard) hand axe Light Armor: Leather jack. Bear Collar Bear Chain Whip Bear (Yuri) Gold 9 gc XP + Advances: free + 05 Weapon Skill free + 05 Strength free + 05 Agility free + 1 Wound Yuri's Profile Primary : | WS | BS | S | T | AG | INT | WP | FEL| Starting : | 33 | 0 | 52 | 47 | 25 | 10 | 25 | 0 | Advances : | 20 | 10 | 15 | 15 | 15 | -- | 15 | 10 | Taken : | -- | -- | -- | -- | -- | -- | -- | -- | Gained : | -- | -- | -- | -- | -- | -- | -- | -- | Current : | 33 | 0 | 52 | 47 | 25 | 10 | 25 | 0 | Secondary : | A | W | SB | TB | M | MAG | IP | FP | Starting : | 2 | 20 | 5 | 4 | 4 | 0 | 0 | 0 | Advances : | 1 | 6 | - | - | - | - | - | - | Taken : | - | - | - | - | - | - | - | - | Gained : | - | - | - | - | - | - | - | - | Current : | 2 | 20 | 5 | 4 | 4 | 0 | 0 | 0 | Skills: Perception Swim Talents: Keen Senses Natural Weapons Strike to Injure Strike Mighty Blow Unsettling Advances: Starting Gold: 2d10 9 random Talents: 2#1d100 24 2 Mykkel fucked around with this message at 13:07 on Apr 5, 2019 |
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Great, characters are already getting write ups! For those who haven't, please join the discord when you can.
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OMG Give me MANMODE!
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AnAnonymousIdiot someone finally joined one of the vampire clans, a true son of Sylvania...you are a Human Litigant What does a Dwarf gently caress up do when he somehow shames himself enough online, that an ordinary account would delete itself? Shogeton? He becomes a Dwarf Troll Slayer  I will let you reroll this if you want, because they are a very love or hate it career NutritiousSnack fucked around with this message at 02:18 on Apr 5, 2019 |
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Shogeton posted:Manmode me Quote is not edit
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I'm gonna take you up on that reroll for this one. Also, I'm clicking on that discord link, but it doesn't open a new window in my discord. Not sure what that is about? It just sticks on the screen with the black stars in the top left. This is a server that was made just for this game right?
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Shogeton posted:I'm gonna take you up on that reroll for this one. yes, here's another link: https://discord.gg/jCgSd4U New Career Elf Kithband Warrior (you rolled two unique classes in a roll...weird), in any case, you're a walking stereotype 
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Link is working now. Yesterday, either discord was having a hiccup, or it was on my end. Gonna go with a kithband that was gonna try to see about reclaiming some forests in Sylvania, maybe cleanse them of undead. Didn't go as planned, lone survivor who's pretty eager to get some revenge on the undead taint there. But I'm flexible when it comes to those things. Characteristics: 8#2d10 8 16 4 14 10 12 9 8 Wounds: 1d10 4 Fate Points: 1d10 9
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Larandar Men of the Empire often speak about their own Empire like it is the length of time. But there was a time, before Sigmar even, that these lands were filled with forests, pure and untainted. So much of it has been lost, cut down to feed the dwarven forges or make room for human farms, corrupted by the Ruinous Powers or other fell entities. Yet some places endure. The place called Sylvania was once filled with sacred forests. With the Storm of Chaos once more withstood, hope has sprouted in our hearts like the first blossoms of spring. A group of me and my kin, guarding a glade deep in the Empire against the Beastmen assaults there. With them routed, our patrols became pointless affairs. And we learned off the ancient glades in the lands of Sylvania. Those lands, while home to horrors, were also untouched by the greed of dwarfs and men, and even Beastmen avoid them. And so, we held the hope that in that place, we might find ancient holds of our people. Perhaps liberate artifacts and return them to us. Or perhaps we could even hold it, and make a new source of life and nature in those death-touched lands. We came in wild, like tameless horses, sure of our skill and courage. We failed. Torn apart by the walking dead. Only I managed to escape. All my kin is lost. And what is worse, their corpses lie there, possibly being defiled by necromancers. And so, I must return. To make sure that their bodies and souls can be brought outside of the reach of dark magics. And so, I will move along these mayflies, on a mission of a similar nature as my own, in the hope that I will find my kind as well. pre:Name: Larandar Race: Elf Career: Kithband warrior Character Profile Primary : | WS | BS | S | T | AG | INT | WP | FEL| Starting : | 28 | 46 |31 |30 |44| 32 | 29 | 28 | Advances : | 05 | 05 | -- | -- | 10 | 10 | 05 | -- | Taken : | -- |05| -- | -- | 05 | -- | -- | -- | Gained : | -- | -- | -- | -- | -- | 05 | -- | -- | Current : | 28 | 56 | 31 | 30 | 49 | 37 | 29 | 28 | Secondary : | A | W | SB | TB | M | MAG | IP | FP | Starting : | 1 | 10 | 3 | 3 | 5 | 0 | 0 | 2 | Advances : | - | 2 | - | - | - | - | - | - | Taken : | - | 2 | - | - | - | - | - | - | Gained : | - | - | - | - | - | - | - | - | Current : | 1 | 12 | 3 | 3 | 5 | 0 | 0 | 2 | Skills: Common Knowledge (Elves) Concealment Dodge Blow Follow Trail Heal Outdoor survival Perception Scale Sheer surfaces Speak Language (Eltharin, Reikspiel) Silent Move Talents: Rapid Reload Savvy Excellent Vision Night Vision Specialist Weapon Group (Longbow) Marksman Trappings: Sword (Hand Weapon) Dagger Light Armor (Leather Jack) Sack Elf Bow with 10 arrows Common Clothing Tattered Cloak Backpack w/ Blanket Wooden Tankard + Cutlery 8 GC XP + Advances: Wounds +1 (Free) Wounds +1 (Free) Agility +5 (Free) Balistic Skill +5 (Free) Shogeton fucked around with this message at 02:10 on Apr 14, 2019 |
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thatbastardken Shogeton Myykel Dashundofdoom Mr. Prokosch All of you did well, welcome abroad! Now to talk times. I'd like to run this every other Sat (starting with this one) or Sun (ditto). I'm thinking starting at around 5-7 pm EDT to 8-10 pm either time (nice 3 hour session)
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Saturday 6pm EDT to whenever is best for me.
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Saturdays work best for me! I can sleep in on sunday, but less on saturday.
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I'd dig 7-10 or even 8-11 on alternate Saturdays. The later the better, basically. Lets me get dinner and stuff done.
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My computer fried and I want to try and restart this and a couple of my other games, would anyone be in?
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NutritiousSnack posted:My computer fried and I want to try and restart this and a couple of my other games, would anyone be in? yeah i'm in sorry to hear about your computer troubles thatbastardken fucked around with this message at 12:46 on Jul 16, 2019 |
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thatbastardken posted:sorry to hear about your computer troubles I fully admit to having a gremlin's luck sometimes. Would Saturday at 6 PM EDT/EST to about 9 PM work for everyone? Or Sunday at that time?
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