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,
Things I am no longer allowed to do in D-and-D1. Killing the Wizard we're trying to help is against the "Paladin's Code of Conduct", even if it's their fault that the Tarrasque was awakened.Things I am no longer allowed to do in D-and-D3 years ago in Sketches More Like This
2. Even if I'm Bard, am dressed up as Link, am named Link, and carrying an ocarina, I am not the Hero of Time and cannot teleport myself or my party to the Temple of Time by playing it.
3. Also, my +4 Holy Longsword is not the Master Sword, so it does not shoot beams of light that deal 1D6 damage every time I use it at full health.
4. Using Bigby's Magical Hand to give someone the finger is considered "Disorderly Conduct".
5. I am no longer allowed to glomp Lycanthropes and beg them to bite me.
6. Same is true with Vampires.
7. I may not be a Cleric/Wizard and turn myself into a Lich.
8. While in Rage mode my Barbarian cannot recite the all of the elements on Periodic Table of Elements, no matter how high his intelligence is.
9. I cannot use the Summon Monster IX spell to summon Crisis, Vivian, Katrika, or Anna.
10. Likewise, I may not us
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
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
Nerd-be-gone!Nerd-be-gone!3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Jake was your typical nerd. He played games, he wore glasses, he didn't have a girlfriend and he usually stuck to himself most of the time. He usually wasn't very social, but sometimes he'll talk to 1 of 2 of his friends every now and then. Of course, he would get bullied because of how he dressed, what he does and also for passing all of his classes. Some days he'll be optimistic and cheerful, other days where he'd get bullied made him so depressed.
One Friday, he was walking to the school library to work on a project for English. As he entered, he was greeted by Louis, who bullied him a lot of times. "Hey look, it's Jake! What are doing this time, going on the computer to watch porn?" He said to him. "Can it, Louis." Jake said. "Ooh, somebody's getting all defensive! You know, they block that kind of stuff on the computer here, why not go home and to your basement where your 2 best friends can help you relax?" He started to laugh. "Is that why your girlfriend broke up with you in the
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
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.
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
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.
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 amor4 years ago in Emotional More Like This
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
Lynn d'Vadalis I - Call of SilverLynn d'Vadalis I - Call of Silver4 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
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.
Charater starter sheetSKYRIM CHARACTER SHEETCharater starter sheet3 years ago in Profiles More Like This
In the EyeIn the Eye4 years ago in Emotional More Like This
You were special. I wasn't. Maybe that was part of our downfall. You could've picked any girl, someone with a true talent, someone with genius, someone with far more fairer skin, and more colorful eyes than my maroon ones which sometimes seem to flash red. Any girl would've died of happiness to be with you. But you didn't choose them. You chose me. Out of every girl, you choose me over all of them.
And I loved it. I loved you.
I believed that our love was stronger than death. You held me during hard times, harsh times, picked me up and kissed me when I fell. You stayed long hours after 3D horror movies, soothing me and murmuring soft words, saying them a million times and never getting tired or irritated.
You called me your treasure, your beautiful gem, the one you would never forsake. You said you'd hold me forever in your arms. I felt so secure and protected.
You said you loved me. Truly, and always will.
And I saw it, I saw it every time you looked at me in the eye. Your eyes were f
Melaina McGrath de ParisMelaina McGrath de ParisMelaina McGrath de Paris2 years ago in Profiles More Like This
1. Name: Melaina McGrath de Paris
2. Nickname: Rage, and the little Phoenix
3. Gender: Male
4. Age: 16 years old
5. Race: Human
6. Hair: Long, and Reddish Brown
7. Eyes: Lilac (turns red)
8. Skin: Pale White
9. Sexuality: Straight
10. Relationship Status: Single
11. Birthplace: Paris, France
12. Occupation: Pirate Captain (Sea)
13. Family: Ten half-sisters, Dennis Juillerat de Paris (father, who is a pirate captain, and a ladies-man. He also abandons Melaina and her mother; when her mother tells him she was pregnant.) Alaina McGrath (her mother, who lived in France her hold life.)
Melaina McGrath’s Weapons: Phoenix’s Breath
They appear to be bracelets at first, but when activated, they cover Melaina’s hands and forearms as faint lets acting as armor. The gauntlets have a golden color with red-orange and the shells initially inside are red and black with a skull and cutlass sword across. Inside there are chambers that holster a magazine consist
Eric the Spirit KingEric the Spirit KingEric the Spirit King2 years ago in Profiles More Like This
I. Name: Eric Zarro
II. Gender: Male
III. Age: unknown
IV. Race: Spirit
V. Titles: King of the Spirits
VI. Height: 6’3”
VII. Weight: 200lbs
VIII. Blood Type: unknown (but his blood color is glowing bluish whitish )
IX. Hair: Shaggy and Short, and white
X. Eyes: Glowing Blue
XI. Sexuality: Straight
XII. Relationship: Single
XIII. Family: unknown
XIV. Place he lives in: The Kingdom of Spirits
XV. Accent: Italian (but ghostly sound)
• His weapons he mainly use are a Longsword and a shortsword, but he still with any weapons
• He only remembers his first name, not his last name...
• Use to be a Roman General in the ancient times of Rome…
• When he gets angry his eyes and some small cracked on his body that would glow light or just normal blue...
• Eric doesn’t trust the live very well….
• Like all spirits of his kingdom can possession a dead body or a living body to talk to the living, or so the living
The Secret City LoversThe Secret City LoversThe Secret City Lovers3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Under the softly dying autumn wings
April leaves fell like tears
the gentle treads of rain bruise
tempering the sky
Crushed pink light fled across the ground
falling on damp cigarettes
echoing their shadows without sound
the press of lips inhaling smoke regrets.
The hushed city sleeps restless
harbouring its lonely heart strings
quiet ghosts of distress
trembling to confess
their melancholy whispered things
unwrapping secrets to the ears of kings.
Passersby stuff their moth-eaten coats with grief
filling their warm pockets with blue gloom
hoping furtively for a light-fingered thief
to deftly lift those woes from their cotton womb.
Skeletons weighing solemnly on sunken chests
soliloquies of bone hanging in the atmosphere
pressed against each white and hollow breast
with no tender listener to remove with a caress
if strangers were to only stop and overhear
each loving cry and soft repose, all secrets would fade and slowly disappear.
But in this friendless city, lon
Os entrego el mundoSi vos antes de cruzar este ríoOs entrego el mundo4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
rememoráis lo que aquí ha acontecido
y revivís lo en mis brazos vivido
embarcar no podréis este navío.
Si vos antes de cruzar este río
pensáis en lo mucho que os he querido,
no daréis nuestro tiempo por perdido
y embarcar no podréis este navío.
Escuchadme, pues en esta ribera;
aquí no llegan del cambio los vientos.
¡En eterno amor, se vive nueva era!
Y realidad se harán de amor los cuentos.
Si vos permanecéis aquí, a mi vera,
¡haré vuestros del mundo los cimientos!
Mil promesas vanasSueñan los peces con su marMil promesas vanas2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
desde su triste pecera,
sumidos en una espera
que en la muerte ha de acabar.
Luchando por respirar,
observan su decadencia
y la falta de decencia
de esos hombres despiadados
que por mentir han optado
para dictar su sentencia.
¿No será que la verdad
arriesga su conveniencia,
sus riquezas, su opulencia,
y su vil necesidad
de privar de libertad
a unos pobres inocentes
para alimentar sus fuentes
de riquezas desbordadas?
¡Se mueren encadenadas
las fuerzas de los valientes!
Como se pierden los llantos
de los peces al llorar
en las orillas del mar,
así se pierden los cantos
de sirenas a los santos
que los hemos escuchado;
que habiendo confiado
en sus mil promesas vanas,
de vivir nuestras ganas,
sin piedad, nos han quitado.