Things I Can No Longer Do in Dungeons and Dragons1) No using the flaming battle axe as an emergency skilletThings I Can No Longer Do in Dungeons and Dragons3 years ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
2) No dual-wielding two-handed weapons, even if I figure out how to within the rules.
3) Hengeyokai are not for making catgirls and bunny girls.
-a. And I am not allowed to fill a mansion with either or both.
4) Not allowed to use Warforged as cannon fodder with the justification "We can rebuild him!"
5) Just because I can, doesn't mean I should take Arcane Admixture so many times that Magic Missile deals nearly every damage type possible
6) My Warlock can have an Infernal Pact. He cannot be Legion and speak in the third person collective.
-a. Nor can the Warforged.
7) My Warlock will not describe his pact as having made a demon/devil/evil star/fairy/vestige his bitch.
8) If we encounter a female fox hengeyokai with a high charisma, I will refer to her by name and not constantly call her the foxy lady.
9) Zeppelins do not exist in Forgotten Realms. I am not allowed to build one from canvas and fire elementals.
-a. And if I did,
Bob Card Game ConceptBob Card Game Concept3 years ago in Settings More Like This
Card Game Concepts -
Modes of Play
Free for All - All players attempt to get to rank of Epic Hero (Rank 6) in order to challenge/defeat the Overlord first and become the new Overlord, players may aid and oppose each other with cards, such as traps, spells, items, and combat events.
Group Play - All Players work together in order to defeat the Villain, in short it's like a giant on-going quest mode. If a player falls they become a servant to the GM literally
1) Determine who is the GM for the game.
2) Starting roll to determine player order, roll whatever dice you agree on.
Each Player draws 5 cards to start, Max hand size of 10 play cards, active/on table cards such as played/equipped gear does not count towards this limit.
Each Player draws one class/race card at random, those will be your starting classes. In Group play you may select class/race combinations at will.
Each player starts with 20 Physical and 20 Spiritual health No race specified means your human by
AC DrabbleThe hallucinations were getting worse. Desmond tried not to let his eyes slide to the apparitions flanking him on either side but this was quickly becoming ridiculous. Things had been well not normal, but perhaps ignorable for a while. Desmond had only had flashes of things at the beginning, half-seen images of armored Templars, a high walled fortress he suspected might be Masyaf, Venetian alleys things like that. And, while totally not normal, these weird images were fairly easy to ignore. Then there'd been full-blown visions where he'd suddenly come to in twelfth century Syria or fifteenth century Florence and Desmond no longer existed, only Altair or Ezio. And coming down from those had been disorienting as hell. And, as his luck seemed to be the worst kind, Desmond found himself subjugated to even stranger things.AC Drabble3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
At first, when he'd started to see flashes of his ancestors, they had be
Azure....Oil Today began like any other day,Azure....Oil6 years ago in Spiritual & Occult More Like This
Laying on the couch, my eyelids flick open and are welcomed by blinding morning light. A little worse than usual, bright summer day, I guess, I think to myself, great...
The rays coming in through the window create a curtain through my dusty living room; as I stumble through them they swirl, parting only reluctantly to join each other again, the twinkling particles dancing around like Kodama in the treetops.
I eat because I have to, not because I want to, just like everybody else in the morning. Followed by that is the normal morning routine. Boring and usual.
I step outside and start my day. Sunny, as expected, a bird chirps in a bush next to me and I yawn. On the way to meet some friends I pass an old acquaintance from highschool on the street. Not somebody I was particularly fond of, good thing they didn't even seem to notice or recognize me.
Arriving at the centre I find my friends. We decide to take the day in at the la
Full Steam, chapter 1Full Steam, chapter 15 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Marguerite Butler burst into the Hotel's Saloon. She ignored the angry comments of a man she accidentally pushed to the side and looked around desperately for a hiding place. There was none, at least none that she could reach before they caught up with her. Marguerite turned around, watching the swinging doors she had just crossed, half in fear half in defiance, and took from underneath her dress's bodice a heavy wad of bills.
-"I need to reach Boston in less than a week! There will be five thousand dollars for those who help me get there within that time... two thousand now, the rest when we reach Boston!" she said in a high-pitched and desperate voice.
A group of men began to stand, greed in their eyes, but as one they sat back down, their faces pale with fear as the doors opened and let in a handsome man. He was dressed in a white and expensive leather suit with silver ornaments; his light blond hair was covered by an immaculate white hat. He was soon followed by a group of unsavory
Dagny is Wrong After AllDagny Taggart was pleased with herself. She had beaten them all and proven them wrong, her John Galt line was up and running and in 45 minutes all of her naysayers and detractors would be humiliated when the Taggart 251 pulled into Colorado City Station to the cheering crowds. Or at least they would be humiliated if they were honest men of character and not filthy parasites.Dagny is Wrong After All1 year ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
As Dagny made her way towards the pristine locomotive the thought of her victory almost forced her to betray her feelings about it, and smile, but she caught herself and managed to quickly turn it into a sneer which she was able to direct at Lillian Rearden. As she entered the nerve center for the train she noticed a gauge that was not near to red-lining. “This will not do”, she groused to herself as she moved over to the control panel to modify the air intake modulator for the secondary motor, “I will have this train at its maximum performance to prove those people
The WerewolfWith blood red fangs I release my cry,The Werewolf11 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Up towards the moon in the sky.
A beast of night I become,
Scaring human hunters numb.
In the forest they've lost their way,
And will not live another day.
Because their scent I have caught,
Them and the deer they just shot.
On the path now I can feel,
That I'm in for a tasty meal.
This is my forest and I rule,
My werewolf instincts my only tool.
My tongue burns for their taste,
Their bones I'll gladly turn to paste.
I'm right behind them, I can smell their fear,
Fear not my friends the end is near.
Dodging their bullets and ripping them apart,
Through their rib cage and to their heart.
SurpriseSurprise5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Of two things, Axis was not quite certain of. For one, he had no idea that he, one of the highest ranking courtesan in the Teahouse, was being forced to go shopping on his day off. And of the second, he had absolutely no idea why he was being forced to go with Rory of all people. He felt like he had been commissioned to babysit the kid, and quite frankly it got under Axis's skin. Although, this could have been punishment for upsetting that rich bastard that had come by just a few days prior. Knowing Atros, that was probably what it was. The two whores walked along the crowded street, the shops all open for a perfect day of browsing. All kinds of smells wafted through the air, promising delicious foods and other snacks to those who wanted them. Children ran about the streets, little toys and such in their hands as their mothers watched fondly. Off in the distance, the faint song of a street performer was heard, setting the scene for such a lovely afternoon. Axis scowled at every perfect
Canto de un alma libre a la libertadUn pájaro que vuelaCanto de un alma libre a la libertad3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
no puede vivir siempre en el suelo.
Para volar, Dios le brindó las alas;
para extenderlas y surcar los cielos.
No nací para vivir enjaulada;
encadenada a un triste encierro.
Nací para crear mi propio mundo.
Libertad es para mí algo más que un sueño.
No me atan las risas, ni tampoco las penas.
No existe mi cuna y nunca tendré lecho.
Sobre la frontera entre lo pasado y lo futuro
voy trazando de mi destino el sendero.
Nunca he conocido normas
capaces de destrozar mis sueños.
Nada es lo suficientemente importante
como para ser infeliz por ello.
De mi corazón, los temores he desterrado.
El mundo real es falso, pero el mío es sincero.
¿Quién puede hacerme auténtico daño
cuando el sol brilla y las rosas mece el viento ?
No me ajusto ni siquiera a las leyes
que determinan la métrica de los versos.
El alma del artista es siempre libre
y todo lo que produce el alma es siempre bello
No hay amores imposiblesSi crees que el tuyo es un amor imposibleNo hay amores imposibles3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
no sabes lo que es realmente amar.
Dime qué importan el tiempo o la distancia
cuando el amor que se siente es de verdad.
Imposible es la palabra que usan los cobardes
porque son demasiado débiles para luchar.
Mujer, no llores masMás allá de los prejuicios que te ultrajanMujer, no llores mas3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Única eres y única serás.
Junto a un hombre o lejos de él
Eres válida para tu vida forjar.
Rompe las cadenas que te oprimen,
No dejes que te aten nunca más.
Olvida las viejas ideas que sobre ti pesan,
Libertad es el sendero que debes andar.
Lucha contra la sociedad, si es preciso,
Obstáculos tan nimios los puedes salvar.
Rebélate contra las normas impuestas;
En tu vida para lo injusto no hay lugar.
Solo deja de creer que es imposible.
Mujer, siempre hay una posibilidad.
Ama solo a quien te ame con dulzura,
Si te quieren, niña, no te harán llorar.
Pucca RequestI used to hate the rain. It was raining when my former beloved Garu finally told me how he truly felt. It was raining when he broke my heart. He ran off, like he always did, only to never return home alive.Pucca Request5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
It was raining on that day too. The foreign warriors brought Garu back. They told us he died a hero. I began to cry. I cried for him, even thought I knew he didn't love me the way I loved him. Everyone cried in Suka Village.
Strangely, no one bothered the village after Garu died. It was as if Suka Village was granting a grace period. Albio and Ching became Suka Village's new protectors, and they proved to be a great team. They pleaded for me to join them, but after three months, I had turned my sorrow and heartbreak into anger. I told them no and shunned them from that point on. I was no longer the sweet, earnest dumpling-haired girl everyone loved and adored. I no longer carried a torch for Garu. If I ever wanted to get over him, I had to change. A year passed
Lynn d'Vadalis I - Call of SilverLynn d'Vadalis I - Call of Silver3 months ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
image by Dashinvaine
SHE WAS PERFECTLY AWARE THAT SHE WAS NOT SUPPOSED TO BE HERE, but that had never prevented her from coming, her and Aideen. And most of the time, nobody found out about it. If they did, Artan d’Vadalis, her father and tierna of Merylsward, would pretend to grow angry, and uncle Kirrin would lecture them about the dangers of the wild. The effect of these sermons was to fan the girls’ appetite for adventure. Any punishment was merely making the game of not being found out more interesting.
Lynn was not too certain where ‘here’ was, either, except that it was deep within the forest of the Eldeen, and fairly close to the foothills of the fierce Icehorns. Wherever the thick canopy of the forest cleared, she could catch glimpses of its snow-covered peaks, bathed in the red light of the volcanoes, standing firm under the menacing clouds. Like the armies that, so people told
A Very Skyrim ChristmasT'was the night before Christmas, and all through Whiterun,A Very Skyrim Christmas2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Not a living thing was outside,
Except the guards, and Whiterun's local bum
Jarl Balgruuf was in bed, a bed fit for the Lord,
In hopes that St. Nick would bring him a Sword;
In the small house known as Breezehome, Lydia did slumber,
Wishing that for Christmas she would get a Sword of Thunder;
And Archer set out some milk and a sweet roll,
Preparing for the arrival of Santa, so he wouldn't get coal;
He had no idea what this man looked like,
But he hoped that he'd visit, possibly this night
He yawned tiredly, and then scratched his head,
Before going upstairs to sleep in his bed.
In the morning, he hoped, he would have some nice presents…
Well, after all, he'd been kind to the peasants,
When suddenly, in the living room, Archer did hear,
A large man was present… when did he appear?
With a focus, then a cast, Archer was see-through,
So he could sneak behind a chair, and see what the man would do.
He wore a large red
Morir de amor«He matado, he llorado, he cruzado los senderos del infierno, he estado al borde de la muerte, he sufrido, he extrañado, he convivido con la soledad, he sido víctima y culpable, he conocido al mismísimo diablo y sigo viva. ¿Cómo es posible que ahora llegues tú y, con una sola mirada, una sonrisa y un te quiero me mates lenta, dulce e irrevocablemente de amor?».Morir de amor3 years ago in Emotional More Like This
El vinoEl vinoEl vino4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
«Cariño, hoy será un placer servirte el vino». Esas son las palabras que esperas escuchar de mis labios cada vez que entras por la puerta y arrojas tus zapatos al suelo, con la seguridad de que yo tu humilde sierva iré a recogerlos sin replicar. Son las palabras que te hacen sentir el dueño de mi vida; que te hacen creer, pobre ingenuo, que soy de tu propiedad. Pero cielo, siempre te equivocas al lanzar tus conjeturas. Por más veces que lo intentes, nunca seré tuya. No importa si me gritas hasta hacer estallar mis oídos; no importan las veces que tu mano impacta sobre mi rostro, ni tampoco las numerosas ocasiones en que me obligas a agachar la cabeza ante tus amenazas. Puedes atar mis alas hasta hacerlas sangrar, pero nunca lograrás arrebatármelas.
Soy una mujer y soy libre; ¿tanto te cuesta entender eso? Como a ti, Dios me ha dado piernas con las que andar y manos
A Night in Eternity: Chapter IA Night in EternityA Night in Eternity: Chapter I3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
(rated M for Adult Themes)
Eragon was walking amongst the festivities, mead in one hand while his other wiped his brow.
It was a hot and humid summer night, the clear skies above dotted with hundreds of thousands of stars. Settled at the base of the slowly thriving town that surrounded the Rider's castle on the mountain, the Riders, elves that had chosen to move to the island and visitors celebrated before the edge of the forest. Magic hummed through the air as the people danced, drank and laughed.
The dragons, both wild and partnered, roamed throughout the glade while others took flight, soaring through the night sky, torrents of coloured fire spiralling out of their jaws while the spectators below cheered.
It had been a hundred years to the day Eragon had slain Galbatorix, a day that had ended his tyranny and the freedom of the dragons who now flourished alongside their riders and wildlings. The celebration was in honour of his victory, but mostly it celebrated th
Break Away: 100 Themes Hetalia ChallengeBreak Away: 100 Themes Hetalia Challenge3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
6. Break Away
Arthur had long since been stuck in this oppressive environment and there wasn't much he could do about it because it was his family that oppressed him so. If he were to leave he would hurt his mother and father, and his brothers would be very upset with him but he didn't want to stay. How can someone live in this place with no opportunity to choose what they want to be? Arthur was never given a choice, he was royalty so was automatically thrown onto a pedestal and expected to behave diligently and obediently from the moment he could walk and talk.
Arthur would have liked to spend his days talking with the faeries and playing with them all day long but his father would hear nothing of it. He had to behave accordingly, back straight head high and keep clean. This was a near impossibility for a child. Arthur grew into a rather jaded adult without the hopes of succeeding his parents or any real prospects of ever leaving the castle. He had not much opportunity for
Skyrim OC Drakneel Ignotius-The Fierce Flame BioSkyrim OC Drakneel Ignotius-The Fierce Flame Bio3 years ago in Sketches More Like This
Full name: Drakneel "Fire-Lotus" Ignotius-The Fierce Flame.
Nickname(s): Drak(His short-name) Dovahkiin(By the Dragons), Dragonborn(By the residents of Skyrim before the second Dragon Attack), The Flamevell Dracon(Being titled by those who respect and fear him), (These nicknames being named by Jor'Rak)Hot Breath, Lizard Face, Scaly Moron,(And this name being labelled in the Dragon Tongue) Faal Yol Dovah Kriid(I'll let you guys solve this out.)
Birthday/Year: N/A. (Because I have no idea how the Dates/Months/Years even work out in TES-Skyrim >XD.)
Birth-sign: The Dragon.
Regret: AphroditeRegret: Aphrodite9 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
"Regret!? And why should I regret my gift?
My love and beauty all desire - all!"
Then prettily the goddess puffed and sniffed,
"I'm seafoam-sired: immortal! Not a doll!
And yet you'd trap me with your chain and ball.
This marriage set by Zeus: a dusty joke:
and now you'd wrap me in your net? The gall!
The gall! The gall! I'm weary of your smoke,
the endless fumes of forge and iron and coke,
your wounded eyes that only wish to serve!
Then serve me now! My passions have awoke."
She gasped as coarsened hands explored each curve.
Then gasped again as Aphrodite came,
and fleeting thought, "I wish he wasn't lame!"
The form is of course, a Spenserian sonnet, which interleaves the rhyme scheme of lines from one stanza to the next.