Karseth has definitely been your funniest character. Even Phil was less funny.
Phil was a talking goat that could breathe fire, not a character.
They were an NPC, an I was considering NPC’s too.
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Karseth has definitely been your funniest character. Even Phil was less funny.
Phil was a talking goat that could breathe fire, not a character.
They were an NPC, an I was considering NPC’s too.
Fair enough.
Your posts sound creepily like you talking. I even read them in your voice. I don’t do that for anyone else’s, not even mine. It’s really creepy.
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Karseth has definitely been your funniest character. Even Phil was less funny.
Phil was a talking goat that could breathe fire, not a character.
They were an NPC, an I was considering NPC’s too.
Fair enough.
Your posts sound creepily like you talking. I even read them in your voice. I don’t do that for anyone else’s, not even mine. It’s really creepy.
That's your own brain doing that. If anyone's creepy here, it's you. (Note: I mean that as a complement, not disparagingly)
Still, if you had heard them in real life you would think it’s creepy too.
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Some quotes from my most recent session (P is Pinecone, an owlfolk barbarian, S is Swallow, a paladin that is definitely human (my character), M is Mono, a satyr rogue, K is Korrin, a Dragonborn sorcerer, T is Tate, an elf rogue, and B is Bee, a gnome bard):
S: “I’ll take the children in my group.” (We were splitting up to investigate)
K (ooc): “Aren’t we all children?”
S (ooc): “Wait I thought it was just M, T, and P.”
K (ooc): “No I’m like. 12 in human years.”
S (ooc): “Wait you’re TWELVE???”
K (ooc): “In human years!”
————————————————————————————— *B rolls a 1 on perception when entering a barn.*
DM: “You see that you are in a barn. With Korrin.”
S (ooc): “Ah yes, the barn is made out of barn.”
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P: “S can you set me down so I can chase the goose please?”
This Mug immediately shared with me a transcendental tale of an Infinite Mug that anchors the Universe and keeps it from folding in on itself. I filed this report under "illogical nonsense" and asked why its sign is in Times New Roman font, when it is basic knowledge that Arial Black is a far superior font. I wondered: How did this mug even get past the assembly line with its theistic beliefs and poor font choices?
quote from Romantically Apocalyptic byVitaly S Alexius
Our goblin Druid is convinced he is a god after coming back from the dead. He starts a religion, by that I mean giving people LSD mushrooms and ranting of his greatness.
A couple party members were taken hostage by a group of orcs, to ensure the rest of the party, who escaped, couldn't come back to get them. The paladin explained that the party had no bad intentions (the orcs assumed they were either a threat, poachers, or both), and convinced the orc chief. But the orc chief explained he still needed to keep them there as hostages in case the party attacked the orcs again. To which the paladin responded:
"That would be a great plan, but you're assuming that they are rational and sane."
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Maximilian "Mad Max" Oceanus, transmutation wizard, best known for being on the team that saved the universe from Kozelak's infinite hunger, and also an avenger of the Unspoken. Olaf Ericsson, a jolly ranger with a bit of an anger problem. Also likes to sing. Yaethel Akeelan, a druid with a plan; a very, very big plan. Damien Rook, full time author, part time adventurer. Plays god on Saturdays.
*the party is waking up in jail cells for unknown reasons, but Player 4 reminds everyone he's an Elf and wouldn't have been asleep*
DM: A guard enters the room-- Player 3: I tell the guard to hold up while we interrogate Player 4 on what happened while the rest of us were drunk. Player 2: How do you know we were drunk? Player 3: It's us.
Human. Male. Possibly. Don't be a divider. My characters' backgrounds are written like instruction manuals rather than stories. My opinion and preferences don't mean you're wrong. I am 99.7603% convinced that the digital dice are messing with me. I roll high when nobody's looking and low when anyone else can see.🎲 “It's a bit early to be thinking about an epitaph. No?” will be my epitaph.
A couple party members were taken hostage by a group of orcs, to ensure the rest of the party, who escaped, couldn't come back to get them. The paladin explained that the party had no bad intentions (the orcs assumed they were either a threat, poachers, or both), and convinced the orc chief. But the orc chief explained he still needed to keep them there as hostages in case the party attacked the orcs again. To which the paladin responded:
"That would be a great plan, but you're assuming that they are rational and sane."
Always a bad assumption when it comes to players.
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Player 3: [NPC]'s dead. New Player: What do you mean? He's undead? Player 3: No. He'll be dead. New Player: Why? Player 3: Do you like [NPC]? New Player: Yeah. He's funny. Player 3: I have to tell you that [DM]'s a big George R. R. Martin fan. DM: I'm not that bad. Player 1: No. She's really that bad. DM: Okay. I'm actually that bad. But you love it. Player 3: Yeah. Kinda.
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Seventh level party of Ferrin (half elf wizard), Sister Serena (aasimar cleric), Venn (tiefling sorcerer), Xanlar (half elf paladin), and Nu (axolotl shifter druid), plus NPCs Phillip (human ranger) and "the kobold" (who's name we still haven't learned).
Ferrin is using a magic scrying mirror that sends an ethereal projection of himself to the target location, making him oblivious to his actual surroundings. An NPC at the scrying site who can see ethereal starts questioning Ferrin about who he is what he's up to, and he gives his name as "Fenrir" which is what the DM has a bad habit of mispronouncing his name as.
Serena[ooc]: "Fenrir? Really?"
Ferrin[ooc]: "Actually I did it just to f- with the DM"
DM: "That is funny but I kind of hate you now."
Nu notices Odette, Ferrin's weasel familiar. From the Roll20 text chat while the DM and Ferrin are playing out the scene in voice:
Nu pets Odette
Nu picks up Odette
Nu hugs Odette
Nu squeeeeeezes Odette
(GM) Odette calls police
Ferrin[voice, ooc]: "Am I going to be able to get my familiar back after this?"
***
Via further use of the scrying mirror, we locate Phillip, who snuck away from camp the previous night to seek solo vengeance on the enemy after deciding he's seen too many of his friends and comrades killed, major angsty breakdown crazy episode. He's severely injured in a cave, and some extra scrying identifies a landmark that Nu recognizes so a rescue is mounted. Upon arrival it becomes apparent that the cave is inhabited by troglodytes that he's managed to hide from.
Serena: *healing Phillip and slapping him to consciousness* "We're here to rescue you but you and I are going to have a serious talk later!"
The Trauglodytes become alerted to our presence and attack. Ferrin hits one of the ambushers with a shocking grasp that gets amplified to triple damage by a lucky roll for his homebrew wild magic-esque thing. It's head explodes.
Ferrin: "Eew. Now I've got head juice all over me."
DM: "And it actually smells better now!"
Nu summons eight large sized axolotls stacked on top of each other to completely block off a passage to hold off the larger group of Trauglodytes.
DM: "So now I'm going to once again feel like I'm playing Warhammer rolling all the dice."
Nu: "And they're all going to take the dodge action."
DM: "F$%&."
Xanlar starts hauling Phillip out of the cave as Serena acts as rearguard.
Serena: "Get him out of here so I can yell at him!"
***
Following a daring escape under the cover of an actual wall of giant axolotls, Serena and Phillip yell at each other a bit and he has a breakdown but eventually comes more or less to his senses. It's late so we make camp in a nearby secluded location. Phillip and Nu are on watch together and their conversation drifts to stars and constellations. Phillip asks Nu what they call the stars.
Nu: "We call that one Dot One, that one next to it is Dot Two, then there's-"
Phillip: "Let me guess, Dot Three?"
Nu: "No, that's Dot Three Hundred Seventy Six. Dot Three's way over there."
***
Phillip had lost his weapons, including a magical sword that we really want back, while fighting the Troglodytes. Leaving him back at the camp with Serena's spare hand axe, we go in a different entrance with Serena and Xanlar (the two tanky ones) in front. Xanlar manages to roll a decent stealth check despite disadvantage for heavy armor. Serena does not. She also doesn't roll well on the Con save against the first Troglodyte' sentry's stench.
DM: "The smell is just horrible, maybe even worse than yesterday. You feel sick to your stomach, you start turning a little green, and your eyes tear up. Also you are now poisoned."
Serena: "Everything in this swamp SUCKS!"
More troglodytes start coming at the sentry's call and the corridor is rapidly clogged with a mass of them, a flaming sphere, Serena and Xanlar, and another eight giant axolotls. That's about when we run out of time for the session.
DM: "I am retroactively declaring the title of todays session to be 'Axolotlpalooza."
Phil was a talking goat that could breathe fire, not a character.
They were an NPC, an I was considering NPC’s too.
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No connection to Dragonslayer8 other than knowing them in real life.
Fair enough.
Your posts sound creepily like you talking. I even read them in your voice. I don’t do that for anyone else’s, not even mine. It’s really creepy.
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No connection to Dragonslayer8 other than knowing them in real life.
That's your own brain doing that. If anyone's creepy here, it's you. (Note: I mean that as a complement, not disparagingly)
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Still, if you had heard them in real life you would think it’s creepy too.
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Except that I love creepy stuff, just because it's creepy to love creepy stuff. But yes, that certainly does sound creepy.
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You just said creepy like 15 times
Yeah, creepily saying that liking creepy stuff is creepy is very creepy.
I have a weird sense of humor.
I also make maps.(That's a link)
Thank you! I feel very creepily creepy as I creep right now.
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Some quotes from my most recent session (P is Pinecone, an owlfolk barbarian, S is Swallow, a paladin that is definitely human (my character), M is Mono, a satyr rogue, K is Korrin, a Dragonborn sorcerer, T is Tate, an elf rogue, and B is Bee, a gnome bard):
S: “I’ll take the children in my group.” (We were splitting up to investigate)
K (ooc): “Aren’t we all children?”
S (ooc): “Wait I thought it was just M, T, and P.”
K (ooc): “No I’m like. 12 in human years.”
S (ooc): “Wait you’re TWELVE???”
K (ooc): “In human years!”
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*B rolls a 1 on perception when entering a barn.*
DM: “You see that you are in a barn. With Korrin.”
S (ooc): “Ah yes, the barn is made out of barn.”
—————————————————————————————
P: “S can you set me down so I can chase the goose please?”
Is it a goose? Or is it a DUCK IN DISGUISE?!?!
This Mug immediately shared with me a transcendental tale of an Infinite Mug that anchors the Universe and keeps it from folding in on itself. I filed this report under "illogical nonsense" and asked why its sign is in Times New Roman font, when it is basic knowledge that Arial Black is a far superior font. I wondered: How did this mug even get past the assembly line with its theistic beliefs and poor font choices?
quote from Romantically Apocalyptic by Vitaly S Alexius
The party somehow negotiated a warden to give up a prisoner
to the warden: "You have become the very thing you swore to destroy"
Our goblin Druid is convinced he is a god after coming back from the dead. He starts a religion, by that I mean giving people LSD mushrooms and ranting of his greatness.
A couple party members were taken hostage by a group of orcs, to ensure the rest of the party, who escaped, couldn't come back to get them. The paladin explained that the party had no bad intentions (the orcs assumed they were either a threat, poachers, or both), and convinced the orc chief. But the orc chief explained he still needed to keep them there as hostages in case the party attacked the orcs again. To which the paladin responded:
"That would be a great plan, but you're assuming that they are rational and sane."
Maximilian "Mad Max" Oceanus, transmutation wizard, best known for being on the team that saved the universe from Kozelak's infinite hunger, and also an avenger of the Unspoken.
Olaf Ericsson, a jolly ranger with a bit of an anger problem. Also likes to sing.
Yaethel Akeelan, a druid with a plan; a very, very big plan.
Damien Rook, full time author, part time adventurer.
Plays god on Saturdays.
*the party is waking up in jail cells for unknown reasons, but Player 4 reminds everyone he's an Elf and wouldn't have been asleep*
DM: A guard enters the room--
Player 3: I tell the guard to hold up while we interrogate Player 4 on what happened while the rest of us were drunk.
Player 2: How do you know we were drunk?
Player 3: It's us.
Human. Male. Possibly. Don't be a divider.
My characters' backgrounds are written like instruction manuals rather than stories. My opinion and preferences don't mean you're wrong.
I am 99.7603% convinced that the digital dice are messing with me. I roll high when nobody's looking and low when anyone else can see.🎲
“It's a bit early to be thinking about an epitaph. No?” will be my epitaph.
Always a bad assumption when it comes to players.
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*summary*
Player 3: [NPC]'s dead.
New Player: What do you mean? He's undead?
Player 3: No. He'll be dead.
New Player: Why?
Player 3: Do you like [NPC]?
New Player: Yeah. He's funny.
Player 3: I have to tell you that [DM]'s a big George R. R. Martin fan.
DM: I'm not that bad.
Player 1: No. She's really that bad.
DM: Okay. I'm actually that bad. But you love it.
Player 3: Yeah. Kinda.
Human. Male. Possibly. Don't be a divider.
My characters' backgrounds are written like instruction manuals rather than stories. My opinion and preferences don't mean you're wrong.
I am 99.7603% convinced that the digital dice are messing with me. I roll high when nobody's looking and low when anyone else can see.🎲
“It's a bit early to be thinking about an epitaph. No?” will be my epitaph.
Seventh level party of Ferrin (half elf wizard), Sister Serena (aasimar cleric), Venn (tiefling sorcerer), Xanlar (half elf paladin), and Nu (axolotl shifter druid), plus NPCs Phillip (human ranger) and "the kobold" (who's name we still haven't learned).
Ferrin is using a magic scrying mirror that sends an ethereal projection of himself to the target location, making him oblivious to his actual surroundings. An NPC at the scrying site who can see ethereal starts questioning Ferrin about who he is what he's up to, and he gives his name as "Fenrir" which is what the DM has a bad habit of mispronouncing his name as.
Serena[ooc]: "Fenrir? Really?"
Ferrin[ooc]: "Actually I did it just to f- with the DM"
DM: "That is funny but I kind of hate you now."
Nu notices Odette, Ferrin's weasel familiar. From the Roll20 text chat while the DM and Ferrin are playing out the scene in voice:
Nu pets Odette
Nu picks up Odette
Nu hugs Odette
Nu squeeeeeezes Odette
(GM) Odette calls police
Ferrin[voice, ooc]: "Am I going to be able to get my familiar back after this?"
***
Via further use of the scrying mirror, we locate Phillip, who snuck away from camp the previous night to seek solo vengeance on the enemy after deciding he's seen too many of his friends and comrades killed, major angsty breakdown crazy episode. He's severely injured in a cave, and some extra scrying identifies a landmark that Nu recognizes so a rescue is mounted. Upon arrival it becomes apparent that the cave is inhabited by troglodytes that he's managed to hide from.
Serena: *healing Phillip and slapping him to consciousness* "We're here to rescue you but you and I are going to have a serious talk later!"
The Trauglodytes become alerted to our presence and attack. Ferrin hits one of the ambushers with a shocking grasp that gets amplified to triple damage by a lucky roll for his homebrew wild magic-esque thing. It's head explodes.
Ferrin: "Eew. Now I've got head juice all over me."
DM: "And it actually smells better now!"
Nu summons eight large sized axolotls stacked on top of each other to completely block off a passage to hold off the larger group of Trauglodytes.
DM: "So now I'm going to once again feel like I'm playing Warhammer rolling all the dice."
Nu: "And they're all going to take the dodge action."
DM: "F$%&."
Xanlar starts hauling Phillip out of the cave as Serena acts as rearguard.
Serena: "Get him out of here so I can yell at him!"
***
Following a daring escape under the cover of an actual wall of giant axolotls, Serena and Phillip yell at each other a bit and he has a breakdown but eventually comes more or less to his senses. It's late so we make camp in a nearby secluded location. Phillip and Nu are on watch together and their conversation drifts to stars and constellations. Phillip asks Nu what they call the stars.
Nu: "We call that one Dot One, that one next to it is Dot Two, then there's-"
Phillip: "Let me guess, Dot Three?"
Nu: "No, that's Dot Three Hundred Seventy Six. Dot Three's way over there."
***
Phillip had lost his weapons, including a magical sword that we really want back, while fighting the Troglodytes. Leaving him back at the camp with Serena's spare hand axe, we go in a different entrance with Serena and Xanlar (the two tanky ones) in front. Xanlar manages to roll a decent stealth check despite disadvantage for heavy armor. Serena does not. She also doesn't roll well on the Con save against the first Troglodyte' sentry's stench.
DM: "The smell is just horrible, maybe even worse than yesterday. You feel sick to your stomach, you start turning a little green, and your eyes tear up. Also you are now poisoned."
Serena: "Everything in this swamp SUCKS!"
More troglodytes start coming at the sentry's call and the corridor is rapidly clogged with a mass of them, a flaming sphere, Serena and Xanlar, and another eight giant axolotls. That's about when we run out of time for the session.
DM: "I am retroactively declaring the title of todays session to be 'Axolotlpalooza."
I'm smuggling drugs in your father's eye socket
*in a sad tone* Just...waffles if you need us