Some of us have encountered a problem. That problem is that the limitations for signatures on this forum (Length, size, and image size, just to name a couple). If you are one of these people, this thread is for you! Simply make a post with what you want to have in your signature, and then put a link to your post in your signature instead!
Oh, and it might be a good idea to unsubscribe from the thread once you post to it.
Yup, the size could be increased by the staff, but I think it's already plenty big enough for most purposes.
The PbP threads aren't the primary focus of the site, though are a welcome thing - they're pretty cool and as you can see from the roll tags being introduced, the staff are keen to support the community on this.
Allowing significantly bigger signatures though detracts from the readability of threads across the forums. :)
Yeah, I had a feeling those were the reasons haha. Thanks for informing us, Stormknight! Always happy to see how quickly the moderators respond to our needs and questions. I just hope we in turn show you all the respect you deserve :)
I just hope we in turn show you all the respect you deserve :)
It's my pleasure - this is a great community to moderate for, full of people who are real fans of the hobby and wish to contribute and help each other. :)
We're only as great as our Moderators :P
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"...Debts must always be paid, sometimes in more than blood and gold. But this is Ordo Ursa," Ren places his hand on Erakas's chest, right where the Dragonborn's heart is. "Right here. And it always has been and always will be. Don't ever forget that. Because I won't."
Rentaro Caeli- Air Genasi Mystic: Order of the Nomad (Storm King's Thunder) #TeamMod
PbP (Zendikar/Ebeeron)Cassiel"The real fight is not with the evil outside, but with the demons inside." PbP (Void Beyond the Stars) John"The Light of the Keeper of Law shall shine over all and purify their souls!" PbP (Kaladesh - Silence in Peema) Kraithee Balhi"We are born alone and we die alone, do we live alone?" PbP(SW - Shadows of the OR)Rem Jas"Odds are, I don't care for the odds, let's do it!" PbP (Eoatha) Ivar Ironhide"For kin and Kith!" PbP (OoA) Tarlin Shadowtale"If I don't lookout for myself, who will?" PbP (Vbts: Inner Realms) Bimble Tegginuckey"The search of knowledge is the search of adventure!"
Due to IRL happenings, I have retired everything except for . . .
Coliseum of Conquestas Ogguimash the Masher, Half-Orc Paladin 4/Shadow Sorcerer 2/Fighter 1 (Wins 6/Losses 1, Streak of 6) (Streak of 2 matches without getting hit . . .was lost because a level 2 crit me.). "MAAASSSSSHHHHHHH!" *rolls a 2 on Initmidation*
Oh, hi there! We’re Swan Squad™! Or, just me. My name’s Swan.
”ZuZu” Erzubet Zurina Varholt. Half-Avariel Rogue/Assassin. Mafia princess, popular singer, and self-proclaimed Queen of the Wedge. Long term goal is to eradicate the Zhentarim and replace it. Calls the Xanathar “Uncle Eyeballs” and gets lit with Mind Flayers in Skullport. Leads her party despite having a 7 INT. No longer on hiatus. Yay!
Kenzie. Half High Elf. She a work in progress.
About two hundred NPCs
My Current Campaign(s) as DM:
”Neverwinter: Election Season” is an ongoing campaign set after the assassination of Lord Neverember. It is a heavy role play mystery with multiple branching quests that are focused on politics and intrigue. The players are encouraged to figure out who murdered Lord Neverember, who the candidates are for his replacement, and the motivations of those that nominated them. Features a lot of changes to the status quo of Neverwinter and a whole bunch of homebrewed nonsense. This one gets run IRL.
”The Orbit: the highest + the lowest” is an upcoming campaign set in the city of Cieldormir, capital of the Orbit. It’s a Homebrew setting akin to Game of Thrones, Spartacus, and Rome, with a lack of pure heroes and lots of grim consequences. This one will run on Discord.
The Tenth Kingdom(!), Willow, Tolkien lore, Robin Hood legends, Camelot stuff, Rat Queens, Army of Darkness (“This... Is my boomstick!”), Poppy and Titanic, living in terrible neighborhoods, all things Harley Quinn, DJs from Mars, Grant Morrison, undercooked bacon and green juice (breakfast of champions!), and lots and lots of late nights.
The earth rumbles with Dahme'dre's potent unease... It rumbles forcefully, and pictures fall from the walls. Dishes slide on the tables and smash to the ground.
Is this Dahme'dre's power? Or... Does The Withering persist? Were the rumors false? Did the power remain? Dahme'dre is struck with fear, unable to move. Her hubris has spelled her certain doom. The building bucks sharply as a chasm gapes in the street below.
She turns to face her party. Their time together so brief, yet meaningful. She reaches a hand toward Valen... Erdan... "Save me?" Her voice, tiny, lost in the cacophony of destruction. Though her message came clear in her eyes.
This last night had seemed to stretch. The hours were as months, as the sun crawled over the horizon. Then, in a moment, a rush of air. The chasm rips into the building, and a torrent of unnatural power sucks in clothing, bedding, bags, and debris. An iron kettle falls from the armoire as it teaters and crashes to the ground. Dahme'dre clings to the windowsill, but she's struck by the falling cookware! She loses her grip!
In a moment the winds halt with a satisfied slurp... Dahme'dre is gone. Taken by the Withering to face judgement.
Dahme'dre, true to her word, watches the party's back, but the fires do spread. She moves confidently closer attempting to douse the flames with the earth. Her molding weakens the supporting structure... Too late she hears the wood splinter and crack. She rolls aside, but she's pinned beneath the fallen beams. "Siberys' child awakens a cool night, in a danse macabre, as Khyber sends her blood across the world."
The building crumples sending a spray of cinders into the evening sky. Beauty and terror mark the moment. Dahme'dre is gone.
An injured wolf runs back into the woods. Amaruve takes the chase. He won't let the beast escape. More appear. Amaruve fights valiantly, fighting the beasts as he can, but too often they flee. Each wolf that escapes returns with more and Amaruve is overwhelmed, returning his body to the cycle of life and death as the forest demands...
The dragon doesn't hesitate as the opportunity is presented. With a jerk of it's bonds the link snaps and the dragon is free, but it does not flee. "You would have left me here!" It screeches at Droogan, "But, you won't suffer that fate!" It cries out as it turns and sinks its razor sharp teeth into Droogan's flesh.
In one swift blow Droogan hangs lifeless in the dragon's jaws.
Jianyu attempts to pick the lock, and finds the latch turns with relative ease. But with a sudden click the stones beneath his feet give way and he falls silently into the pit. No sound returns from him landing at the bottom, no stone or water. Only silence...