-theologyofbagles: goblin life cleric (obviously cleric. But goblin cause they often have a reverence of odd things, worship them as deities such as bagels)
If that's what you were going for, even if it's not a playable race, I think that kuo-toa would be a better fit. Making a bagel into a god and then drawing divine power from it is kinda their whole shtick.
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Don't be mean. Rudeness is a vicious cycle, and it has to stop somewhere. Exceptions for things that are funny. Go to the current Competition of the Finest 'Brews! It's a cool place where cool people make cool things.
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-theologyofbagles: goblin life cleric (obviously cleric. But goblin cause they often have a reverence of odd things, worship them as deities such as bagels)
This is absolute perfection. Touch it and feel the wrath of the bagel.
Wysperra: lotusden halfling alchemist artificer ( I chose it cause your posts are short and often very helpful
Well ok, thanks.
I'll dispense drinks from my backpack. Cold cider on one side, hot coffee on the other. It's a McKanical thing that keeps the hot side hot and cold side cold.
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Wysperra: lotusden halfling alchemist artificer ( I chose it cause your posts are short and often very helpful
Well ok, thanks.
I'll dispense drinks from my backpack. Cold cider on one side, hot coffee on the other. It's a McKanical thing that keeps the hot side hot and cold side cold.
Them Teknogie stuffs is handy!
(I love "McKanical")
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I do like coming in at the tail end just like "hi, I'm also here." Feels very accurate, lol (though I'm nowhere near as physically imposing in real life).
The dense forest provided cover from the beasts who roamed the skies above, seeking out the foolish who wandered into the night. A small campfire flickered, casting shadows around the group that gathered around it, seeking warmth, while others began setting up tents or unrolling their sleeping bags. “Just so you know,” the changeling named Midnightplat came to sat next to Sirtawmis. “My name doesn’t actually have an underscore in it. It’s just Midnightplat. I was in the room, listening, and heard you complaining about that one,” he gestured towards the leonine named DeadpanC_C, “and that one,” he then pointed to the orc sorcerer named Amnon_Balderk. “I thought it would be amusing to see how you would react. So I left, and re-entered as my true self, and proclaimed an underscore under my name.”
Sirtawmis sighed, “Well, at least that makes sense. I thought I was going mad.”
“We follow a colorful Satyr bard, who is over there singing to a bush of berries, wearing a horn on his head, that he proclaims was a gift from the King of the Faywood – a unicorn. You may yet be mad,” Midnightplat smirked.
AEDorsay, an Elven Wizard, seeing the orc monk, Amnon_Balderk, sitting off to the side; bit her lip and knew that if they were to be traveling together, she would need to put the ancient feud between Elf and Orc aside. The thought of speaking to an orc did not appease her, and she wasn’t sure if she would need to dumb down her knowledge and the way to speak to an Orc. She approached, and speaking slowly, as if to a child, she said, “Hello. My name is AEDorsay.”
The Orc Monk looked up at her and smiled. Long ago, Amnon_Balderk had once been one of the most well-known and feared barbarian warriors on the battlefield; but it had been ages since Orc and Elf truly battled one another; a war among their perspective deities had spilled into the mortal world; but Elves retreated to the woods while orcs discovered that they had many enemies. However, Amnon_Balderk during a battle against invasive gnolls, had gone into such a rage that the entire six days he fought, when he finally stopped because there were no enemies left on the field – he saw his destruction, and the depth of his bloodlust and gruesome battlefield, and knew he needed to change his ways. His god, despite favoring war, would not have been proud of the scene Amnon_Balderk saw before him. And so he found a monastery and learned to find peace – and channel a mystical energy, similar to magic called “Ki” – but unlike magic that flowed throughout the world, Ki was an energy that came from the person – an energy, that was in short, channeling the soul of a person’s being.
Amnon_Balderk finally looked at AEDorsay and said, “It is a pleasure to meet you, Lady AEDorsay.”
AEDorsay was astonished. He spoke eloquently and politely. “I came here because I saw no one was sitting next to you.”
“Funny,” Amnon_Balderk smirked, “that an ancient enemy of my kind is the first to check on my well-being.”
She also laughed and the two began to talk of their individual lives, and how both had misjudged the other.
Antonsirius, the kobold druid, had been talking to a squirrel after unrolling their bedroll when they were approached by Theology of Bagels, the goblin cleric of Biadh – the deity of food and gluttony. “What are you doing?” Theology of Bagels asked.
Antonsirius looked over, pleased to see it’d been someone roughly their size. “I am feeding the squirrels and asking them about some of the dangers that live here. Unfortunately, they consider things like eagles a danger, which, the party probably wouldn’t consider a danger,” the kobold druid answered, itching their head. “What about yourself?”
Theology of Bagels shrugged. “Just saw you over here.”
Antonsirius looked at Theology of Bagels and said, “I confess, I am unable to tell if you are male or female, beneath the armor.”
“Intentional,” Theology of Bagels answered. “Much like Biadh, who does not like to be called a god or goddess; but rather, simply deity – because food is without gender – my deity, and myself, do not identify specific to any gender.”
Antonsirius and Theology of Bagels, each engaged in conversation about their religion and in that moment, formed a bond between Kobold and Goblin, who, aside of the Dwarf, Halfling and Gnome, were the only ‘small folk.’
DeadpanC_C, the leonine barbarian was speaking to Drakenbrine, the Dwarven Sorcerer. “I am cursed,” Deadpan admitted. “A vex was cast upon me – and at a moment’s notice, I am banished to a faraway realm, where I see those who I have killed in the past and I am forced to battle them all over again.”
Drakenbrine was unfamiliar what kind of curse could cause such a thing, and called over Quar1on – the Warlock, who was undoubtedly more experienced in curses. Quar1on arrived and was apprised of the situation and suddenly held up their finger. “Hold on.” After a moment, he muttered, “I see. I see. Oh. Icy? Like cold water? Yes. Of course. Of course. Yes, I know you’re a giant duck in the Plane of Water. Yes.” Quar1on turned to Drakenbrine and DeadpanC_C who were exchanging uneasy glances back and forth. “My patron has explained that the answer to breaking your curse lies in the depths of icy waters.”
“Anything else?” DeadpanC_C asked.
“No,” Quar1on shrugged. “He likes to be vague and make duck jokes. He said he will send you the bill. Get it? Because he’s a duck? And ducks have bills? Not bills, like bills to pay, but on their mouth. That thing is called a bill.”
Wysperra approached Thorrison, gazing up at the massively tall humanoid hippo, who sat comfortably in a chair, cleaning the barrel of his eccentric rifle. Wysperra cleared his throat to get the attention of Thorrison. The Giff Ranger stared down the barrel of his rifle at the small, hafling artificer. “Excuse me, Thorrison,” Wysperra began. “I am to understand you’re a ranger, are you not?”
“I am,” the Giff replied.
“Are many Jiff rangers like yourself?”
“It’s pronounced ‘gif’ – it’s a hard ‘g’ as if you’re saying ‘gift’,” the ranger corrected. “I hate that this is even still a debate, all across the Astral Plane as well. But that’s not why you’re here, what’s your real question, little one?”
“Wysperra,” the Halfling replied, placing his hands on his chest. “But yes. Quite correct. You see, I am an Artificer, and as such I can create things. One of the things I excel at making is potions. Since you’re a Ranger and well versed with the land – if I gave you a list, while you scout for the party, would you be able to see if you could gather some of the components? It would be of great benefit to myself, and the party as well.”
Thorrison smiled. “Sure, get me a list and –“
Wysperra thrust the list into Thorrison’s massive hands. “I had the list prepared.”
Thorrison looked at the list that had over 200 different types of plants, stones, animal blood, animal pieces and smiled. “Thankfully it’s a small list,” he said sarcastically.
Wysperra nodded, “Indeed. I thought you’d appreciate that. I truncated the other sixty pages of components off the list. Just the first twelve pages would cover the major things.”
So, after ten years, and due do a bit extra from a decision, I am upgrading my 3D printer to a fancy new resin version, and getting a new color laser printer.
my old filament style is so old that I think a fifty dollar new one would do better, lol, and to get decent resolution requires a build size about three times the base 30mm for D&D miniatures.
my old printer is in need of major parts and toner is a pain and doesn’t do wireless.
all of which is to note that soon I will be able to go to heroforge (and titanforge) and create characters that I can print both at mini size and at stand size, so I can send my players all a treat for their characters.
and give those darn XL figures a real what for!
I have a friend who used to have a 3-D printer. They printed off tons of figures and landscapes for our games which was awesome.
Ya know, the whole being a really big snake thing with butterfly wings isn’t all that bad.
I admit that there is one thing I am concerned about, but otherwise the only downside is this urge to swallow things whole.
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Wysperra: lotusden halfling alchemist artificer ( I chose it cause your posts are short and often very helpful
Well ok, thanks.
I'll dispense drinks from my backpack. Cold cider on one side, hot coffee on the other. It's a McKanical thing that keeps the hot side hot and cold side cold.
No, I like Satyr. It works.
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If that's what you were going for, even if it's not a playable race, I think that kuo-toa would be a better fit. Making a bagel into a god and then drawing divine power from it is kinda their whole shtick.
Look at what you've done. You spoiled it. You have nobody to blame but yourself. Go sit and think about your actions.
Don't be mean. Rudeness is a vicious cycle, and it has to stop somewhere. Exceptions for things that are funny.
Go to the current Competition of the Finest 'Brews! It's a cool place where cool people make cool things.
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This is absolute perfection. Touch it and feel the wrath of the bagel.
I actually laughed out loud at the escalation of the underscore bit, but I think my favorite "I saw that" joke was Khoukzero.
Jander Sunstar is the thinking person's Drizzt, fight me.
I live off Coke Zero. Pretty sure the water in my body is 100% Coke Zero.
There's another joke in there...
Drakenbrine in the comment, after being told he was seen as a dwarf said he wasn't short.
So this line:
“Are you a little tall to be a dwarf,” AEDorsay asked.
“I think she just made a Spelljammer Battles reference,” Sirtawmis chuckled.
The aren't you a little tall to be a dwarf is a reference to "Aren't you a little short to be a stormtrooper?" from Star Wars
And Sirtawmis (me) calling it Spelljammer Battles is a reference to Star Wars... Spelljammer=Space /Stars and Battles=Wars
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Well ok, thanks.
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All I am going to say is don't mess with permanent polymorph spells in your sleep.
(official name is Aedor Says, and the reason is because. I am so adding her to my print queue, and putting her on my mantle)
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Them Teknogie stuffs is handy!
(I love "McKanical")
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Hi, I’m DrakenBrine, here’s my Sig and characters
I am The Grand Envisioner!
I do like coming in at the tail end just like "hi, I'm also here." Feels very accurate, lol (though I'm nowhere near as physically imposing in real life).
Hi, I’m DrakenBrine, here’s my Sig and characters
I am The Grand Envisioner!
Blame: AllMightyLordOfDND (https://www.dndbeyond.com/forums/off-topic/adohands-kitchen/166611-anything-but-the-ogl-2-0-literally-anything?comment=466 and https://www.dndbeyond.com/forums/off-topic/adohands-kitchen/166611-anything-but-the-ogl-2-0-literally-anything?comment=467)
Part 1: https://www.dndbeyond.com/forums/off-topic/adohands-kitchen/166611-anything-but-the-ogl-2-0-literally-anything?comment=501
IAMsposta: satyr bard
AEDorsay: elf wizard
Sirtawmis: half-orc fighter
deadpanC_C: leonin barbarian
theology of bagels: goblin cleric
drakenbrine: dwarf sorcerer
Amnon_Balderk: orc monk
midnightplat: changeling rogue
Wysperra: halfling artificer
quar1on: gnome warlock
Antonsirius: kobold Druid
thorrison: Giff Ranger (I dunno, it just feels right)
==================================
The dense forest provided cover from the beasts who roamed the skies above, seeking out the foolish who wandered into the night. A small campfire flickered, casting shadows around the group that gathered around it, seeking warmth, while others began setting up tents or unrolling their sleeping bags. “Just so you know,” the changeling named Midnightplat came to sat next to Sirtawmis. “My name doesn’t actually have an underscore in it. It’s just Midnightplat. I was in the room, listening, and heard you complaining about that one,” he gestured towards the leonine named DeadpanC_C, “and that one,” he then pointed to the orc sorcerer named Amnon_Balderk. “I thought it would be amusing to see how you would react. So I left, and re-entered as my true self, and proclaimed an underscore under my name.”
Sirtawmis sighed, “Well, at least that makes sense. I thought I was going mad.”
“We follow a colorful Satyr bard, who is over there singing to a bush of berries, wearing a horn on his head, that he proclaims was a gift from the King of the Faywood – a unicorn. You may yet be mad,” Midnightplat smirked.
AEDorsay, an Elven Wizard, seeing the orc monk, Amnon_Balderk, sitting off to the side; bit her lip and knew that if they were to be traveling together, she would need to put the ancient feud between Elf and Orc aside. The thought of speaking to an orc did not appease her, and she wasn’t sure if she would need to dumb down her knowledge and the way to speak to an Orc. She approached, and speaking slowly, as if to a child, she said, “Hello. My name is AEDorsay.”
The Orc Monk looked up at her and smiled. Long ago, Amnon_Balderk had once been one of the most well-known and feared barbarian warriors on the battlefield; but it had been ages since Orc and Elf truly battled one another; a war among their perspective deities had spilled into the mortal world; but Elves retreated to the woods while orcs discovered that they had many enemies. However, Amnon_Balderk during a battle against invasive gnolls, had gone into such a rage that the entire six days he fought, when he finally stopped because there were no enemies left on the field – he saw his destruction, and the depth of his bloodlust and gruesome battlefield, and knew he needed to change his ways. His god, despite favoring war, would not have been proud of the scene Amnon_Balderk saw before him. And so he found a monastery and learned to find peace – and channel a mystical energy, similar to magic called “Ki” – but unlike magic that flowed throughout the world, Ki was an energy that came from the person – an energy, that was in short, channeling the soul of a person’s being.
Amnon_Balderk finally looked at AEDorsay and said, “It is a pleasure to meet you, Lady AEDorsay.”
AEDorsay was astonished. He spoke eloquently and politely. “I came here because I saw no one was sitting next to you.”
“Funny,” Amnon_Balderk smirked, “that an ancient enemy of my kind is the first to check on my well-being.”
She also laughed and the two began to talk of their individual lives, and how both had misjudged the other.
Antonsirius, the kobold druid, had been talking to a squirrel after unrolling their bedroll when they were approached by Theology of Bagels, the goblin cleric of Biadh – the deity of food and gluttony. “What are you doing?” Theology of Bagels asked.
Antonsirius looked over, pleased to see it’d been someone roughly their size. “I am feeding the squirrels and asking them about some of the dangers that live here. Unfortunately, they consider things like eagles a danger, which, the party probably wouldn’t consider a danger,” the kobold druid answered, itching their head. “What about yourself?”
Theology of Bagels shrugged. “Just saw you over here.”
Antonsirius looked at Theology of Bagels and said, “I confess, I am unable to tell if you are male or female, beneath the armor.”
“Intentional,” Theology of Bagels answered. “Much like Biadh, who does not like to be called a god or goddess; but rather, simply deity – because food is without gender – my deity, and myself, do not identify specific to any gender.”
Antonsirius and Theology of Bagels, each engaged in conversation about their religion and in that moment, formed a bond between Kobold and Goblin, who, aside of the Dwarf, Halfling and Gnome, were the only ‘small folk.’
DeadpanC_C, the leonine barbarian was speaking to Drakenbrine, the Dwarven Sorcerer. “I am cursed,” Deadpan admitted. “A vex was cast upon me – and at a moment’s notice, I am banished to a faraway realm, where I see those who I have killed in the past and I am forced to battle them all over again.”
Drakenbrine was unfamiliar what kind of curse could cause such a thing, and called over Quar1on – the Warlock, who was undoubtedly more experienced in curses. Quar1on arrived and was apprised of the situation and suddenly held up their finger. “Hold on.” After a moment, he muttered, “I see. I see. Oh. Icy? Like cold water? Yes. Of course. Of course. Yes, I know you’re a giant duck in the Plane of Water. Yes.” Quar1on turned to Drakenbrine and DeadpanC_C who were exchanging uneasy glances back and forth. “My patron has explained that the answer to breaking your curse lies in the depths of icy waters.”
“Anything else?” DeadpanC_C asked.
“No,” Quar1on shrugged. “He likes to be vague and make duck jokes. He said he will send you the bill. Get it? Because he’s a duck? And ducks have bills? Not bills, like bills to pay, but on their mouth. That thing is called a bill.”
Wysperra approached Thorrison, gazing up at the massively tall humanoid hippo, who sat comfortably in a chair, cleaning the barrel of his eccentric rifle. Wysperra cleared his throat to get the attention of Thorrison. The Giff Ranger stared down the barrel of his rifle at the small, hafling artificer. “Excuse me, Thorrison,” Wysperra began. “I am to understand you’re a ranger, are you not?”
“I am,” the Giff replied.
“Are many Jiff rangers like yourself?”
“It’s pronounced ‘gif’ – it’s a hard ‘g’ as if you’re saying ‘gift’,” the ranger corrected. “I hate that this is even still a debate, all across the Astral Plane as well. But that’s not why you’re here, what’s your real question, little one?”
“Wysperra,” the Halfling replied, placing his hands on his chest. “But yes. Quite correct. You see, I am an Artificer, and as such I can create things. One of the things I excel at making is potions. Since you’re a Ranger and well versed with the land – if I gave you a list, while you scout for the party, would you be able to see if you could gather some of the components? It would be of great benefit to myself, and the party as well.”
Thorrison smiled. “Sure, get me a list and –“
Wysperra thrust the list into Thorrison’s massive hands. “I had the list prepared.”
Thorrison looked at the list that had over 200 different types of plants, stones, animal blood, animal pieces and smiled. “Thankfully it’s a small list,” he said sarcastically.
Wysperra nodded, “Indeed. I thought you’d appreciate that. I truncated the other sixty pages of components off the list. Just the first twelve pages would cover the major things.”
Thorrison laughed.
TO BE CONTINUED?
Did we even need a second part?
Did we even need THE FIRST part?
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Okay. My fan fic is coming tonight or tomorrow. At least by this weekend.
It will not follow the current story. I have another idea brewing…
I look forward to it!
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I have a friend who used to have a 3-D printer. They printed off tons of figures and landscapes for our games which was awesome.
Ya know, the whole being a really big snake thing with butterfly wings isn’t all that bad.
I admit that there is one thing I am concerned about, but otherwise the only downside is this urge to swallow things whole.
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Love the new profile pic! Once I make the mini on heroforge I think I’ll do something similar
I’ll take a java!
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I know it would cost an arm and a leg(s) but I would love to be a serpent.
Sorry, that joke was horrible.