Rust. That's funny.
On an unrelated note, I was thinking that an undead gunline would be a very effective tactic. No fear, prefect discipline, prefect control.
On an unrelated note, I was thinking that an undead gunline would be a very effective tactic. No fear, prefect discipline, prefect control.
Sounds fair.
And whoever said that thing about undead gunners? Yes, ideally undead gunners would be pretty effective. Humans besides Raven frown on the usage of necromancy however. Otherwise they would have just turned their own dead goddess into an undead.
I think we got enough for an IC start up I can still wait a week but I think after always confused submits hers then we have enough. If she still wants to that is?
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*shrug* never know when the opportunity may present itself. I need to be ready to play all the bigot cards.
Talk? With the Enemies?
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What does Raven wants from negotiation? I can hardly imagine a better way to keep the war going than a dead princess to add fuel to the age old racial feud.
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Well, that's the kind of plans that may just may be crazy enough to work.
It helps Raven that they literally threw Leyrah on the streets and Ari never agreed with that. So maybe Leyrah and Raven will double team her with their deviousness and get her to hate her mommy and daddy.
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It's gonna take a lot if convincing for Macellarius to not kill on sight though.
Actually, I see a clash of jurisdiction here. Macellarius would represent the Church will Raven represent the Crown. Which would be considered the higher authority if one is a soldier?
Actually, I see a clash of jurisdiction here. Macellarius would represent the Church will Raven represent the Crown. Which would be considered the higher authority if one is a soldier?
The crown technically has the power to oust the religious authorities but the hope their goddess represents to the general population grants the religious faction a considerable power base. If your dude wanna KOS then Raven wouldn't risk an outright confrontation with him. Perhaps trying to reason with him regardless of how maddening it would be for her.
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I imagine the conversation would be hilarious.
Raven: *laid out logical arguments*
Macellarius: Dea Vult, infidel!
Raven: *laid out logical arguments*
Macellarius: Dea Vult, infidel!
You can do that? It seems somewhat ridiculous that a goddess could just be received/reanimated by mortals like that.
It would take a massive effort the collective powers of many necromancers working for days and nights. I don't think it's too out there considering elves could live for hundreds of years and become master magicians capable of goddess like feats. Well, that's assuming optimal conditions of course. And this effort too would need optimal conditions and all the necromancers working together, maybe some human sacrifice, maybe some out there reagents... but I don't think it's ridiculous. It's just almost impossible.
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I'm calling it. The church has a massive coven of necromancers secretly working on this.
And then the goddess spake to her peoples and said, "Brains." Because she is a zombie now. Actually if that happened it might give me an excuse to include the wolf goddess. 'Cause she represents life and death by nature. And what's more life and death by nature than wrecking up unnatural zombies who shouldn't be alive?
Pirate Elf
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- Seattle
I've noticed a real lack of elf pirates in this thread sooo...
Alathius "the mongrel" Leander
Age: somewhere between 37 and 42, depending who you ask.
The cast off son of an elvish sailor on a far distant port, Alathius has only his father's last name. Growing up the halfbreed son of an easily seduced wharf-wench lent itself to learning the sailors trade very young, sneaking onto his first ship at 6. A local fishing boat, he returned home that same day to discover no one had noticed he was gone. Always a clever tongued lad he drew street toughs and other waifs and strays around him into a very casual but numerous gang of gutter punks. By 12 he was running a protection bracket with the local beggars when he wasn't shipping out as a topmast jack. At 16 his luck ran out and only his formidable cadre of acquaintances, meager aeromancy skills and profound quickness of tongue and foot saw him off the island with his life. Several decades and half an ocean later he captains the Outrageous Fortune and curates a growing collection of other halfbreeds to crew his ships and mix human might with eleven magic.
Finally ready to move from privateer to merchant, he hopes peace will give his new family a chance to establish themselves as their own people. And so he offers his services...humbly...as mediator in the coming peace talks.
Swordskill: tolerable
Magic: moderate weathermagics, mostly wind and rain related.
Pistol skill: can reliably hit a barn (broad or skinny side)
Useful talent: friends in low places.
Alathius "the mongrel" Leander
Age: somewhere between 37 and 42, depending who you ask.
The cast off son of an elvish sailor on a far distant port, Alathius has only his father's last name. Growing up the halfbreed son of an easily seduced wharf-wench lent itself to learning the sailors trade very young, sneaking onto his first ship at 6. A local fishing boat, he returned home that same day to discover no one had noticed he was gone. Always a clever tongued lad he drew street toughs and other waifs and strays around him into a very casual but numerous gang of gutter punks. By 12 he was running a protection bracket with the local beggars when he wasn't shipping out as a topmast jack. At 16 his luck ran out and only his formidable cadre of acquaintances, meager aeromancy skills and profound quickness of tongue and foot saw him off the island with his life. Several decades and half an ocean later he captains the Outrageous Fortune and curates a growing collection of other halfbreeds to crew his ships and mix human might with eleven magic.
Finally ready to move from privateer to merchant, he hopes peace will give his new family a chance to establish themselves as their own people. And so he offers his services...humbly...as mediator in the coming peace talks.
Swordskill: tolerable
Magic: moderate weathermagics, mostly wind and rain related.
Pistol skill: can reliably hit a barn (broad or skinny side)
Useful talent: friends in low places.
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munchkinomatic
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Sad that there's no orc and dorfs? Can we play multiple character? I wanna make something outta dwarf fortress.
Well then... Let's get to work.
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I don't take no truck with meddling with the occult. Start meddling with the occult and you start believing in spirits. start believing in spirits and you start believing in demons, and then you'll be believing in gods, and mark my words you'll be in trouble then.
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How would a dwarven antimagic technician work? I'm having this ikage of a fat midget in a tiny mechsuit that goes around assembling magic dampeners like a bizzare TF2 engineer.
How would a dwarven antimagic technician work? I'm having this ikage of a fat midget in a tiny mechsuit that goes around assembling magic dampeners like a bizzare TF2 engineer.
Basically that's it. They wear mechanical suits and use primarily mechanical technologies or potions with a base in a... kind of magical substance that can create an "anti-magic field" that limits their connection to the ley lines. Disruption of concentration by showering a mage with bombs or something also works.