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
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,
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
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
Bob Card Game ConceptBob Card Game Concept4 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
Azure....Oil Today began like any other day,Azure....Oil7 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
ElementalElemental7 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
It was an odd place. Deep within the recesses of the temple, it waited. A light that should not have been gave depth and definition to pillars and paths. A soft blue glow, seeming to stem from the very air itself, filled the place, shimmering and sliding across the walls. Liquid light. Ephemeral. A calm filled the place, though darkness loomed in every corner. Threatening. Wanting. But the light remained. For without light, there can never be shadow.
Something stirred in the darkness. A flash of gold, of blue, or raven black. Out of the darkness a being came. Nameless, it came forth, the light seeming to bend towards it, settling on the blue gems adorning a copper crown. A hiss of water over flesh, the soft ring as droplets fell echoed in the blue-lit chamber. The one from the darkness stood from the waters
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 All2 years 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
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
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
TES - Why does the Dunmer cross the road jokeWhy does the Dunmer cross the road?TES - Why does the Dunmer cross the road joke3 years ago in Humor More Like This
We pretend to have interviewed some eminent minds in order to answer this question.
If the Dunmer walks five miles in one hour it will take him precisely two seconds and a third of a second to cross the road.
The road is one-way only and I await at the end of it.
Hmm, I like nasty Dunmers...
We all have to cross the road to open our mind to more knowledge but shall not step away from the path of wisdom.
The Dunmer goes where the wind blows and no road will tell him where to walk.
He must be looking for some fertile grounds to plant some seeds...
Luck may be found at every crossroad... or not!
Surely this is one more questing Dunmer adventurer, may his courage be rewarding.
Roads were made to be followed or crossed, the Dunmer deals the road his own way.
Wondrous plains of green grass, and may the moths pass.
What's the point of making up some plot if
N'eteins pasVoici une nouvelle dont le principe était d'écrire sur un vampire pas comme les autres (donc non amateur de vampire, ne jetez pas ce texte trop vite à la poubelle, et amateur tentez le coup ^^)N'eteins pas4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Bonne lecture en espérant qu'elle sera agréable!
Edit: Un des textes gagnants au concours du site Bite me if you can (http://underworld1974.vampire-legend.net/).
Il avait toujours été un homme pragmatique et terre à terre. Un scientifique pur et dur qui appliquait l'adage de Saint Thomas: je ne crois que ce que je vois. Tout ce qui n'était pas prouvé par A plus B n'était que sornettes à ses yeux, des contes de bonnes femmes. Le paradis, l'enfer et l'âme? Des inventions pour les faibles, carottes utilisées par la religion pour forcer les ânes que sont les êtres humains à agir de manière convenable. La vie après la mort? Un mythe. Ce qui les attendait était le néant. Po
The Dungeons and Dragons GeekAnd in our group there was a Dragons geekThe Dungeons and Dragons Geek9 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
His skin was white, and his body was weak
But what he lacked in strength and body mass
He made up for in knowledge of Wee Jas.
He warned the others about her powers
His truthful teaching went on for hours.
After he was done, the Pardoner said,
"You and I are brothers, my good friend!"
"Dear sir, are you accusing me of lies?
I swear to Vecna my words have no ties
They are free and true, Nerull strike me down.
You say we are brothers? To that I frown."
There is no loyal a man than the geek.
Just ask the elves, orcs, or dwarves: they'll shriek
And talk of his goodness and vast wisdom
Surpassing that of a silver dragon.
Even Erythnul will show him pardon
For his path has been chosen by Fharlanghn.
He is destined to help those most in need,
To spread the word and sew the seed
Of Gods and Goddesses seated most high,
Which can be hard, since he hardly sees sky.
songs of the skooma addictsweet little slaughterfish, crazy with the hist,songs of the skooma addict6 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
swaying and swerving and gnawing and gnashingand what sharp little teeth you enlist!
a bloody mess is the poor muddy mud crab,
sweet little slaughterfish, eating whatever you grab.
bowmen, bandits, Bosmer, Bretons, begging for a chance,
but sweet little slaughterfish hasnt a glance.
sweet little slaughterfish, the Rumare is your home,
the rock is your bed and the beach is your loam.
sweet little slaughterfish, my words do you hear?
sweet little slaughterfish, youve got a fin on your rear.
the scales you wear stink quite the fume-ah,
sweet little slaughterfish, I really want some skooma.
How could you?How could you?3 years ago in Drama More Like This
I will never forget the day I let you hold my heart.
Oh foolish me, letting you see my soft parts.
Bless, the way your laugh made me feel.
I honestly thought is was something real.
I took your hand, so soft and tan.
When we danced, I hoped you'd understand.
That I truly love you and wanted you to hold me close.
But you only see him though, my own blood, my brother.
What a fool I am, not seeing through your act.
Was a heart the only thing you truly ever lacked?
Now sitting here, eyes red from the endless tears.
Am now facing my greatest fear.
I know I am only prolonging fate.
But at least I will still remember our very first date...
Lynn d'Vadalis I - Call of SilverLynn d'Vadalis I - Call of Silver8 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 her, f
A Night in Eternity: Chapter 2Chapter 2A Night in Eternity: Chapter 23 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Eragon rolled over as he slowly overcame his deep slumber; the morning sun warming him as he stretched in his bed.
His fingers ran across the bed beside him, as if looking for something. All they found was warmth, warmer than any other part of the sheets he lay on.
Everything smelled like pine.
With a jolt, Eragon sat up but the world kept moving and he lurched forward clutching his head in pain.
"Urrghraa," he groaned as everything spun around him. It felt like his brain was too big for his skull and it throbbed in pain. A wave of nausea spread through him and his tongue felt like moss had grown on it.
He murmured a spell to relieve his pain, although a dull throbbing remained. He cracked opened his eyes only for the light to attack him, but he withstood it as he looked beside him.
The bed was empty, although it looked like it had recently been occupied.
Suddenly blurred and flashes of the night before sprang to his mind as he attempted to make sense of it.
TES - The PresentTES - The Present3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
An Ashlander at the Imperial Geographic Society
by kena Urshilaku Nassour Mababael
On the 17th day of Rain's Hand, 3E414, a Dunmer named Sul-Matuul mounted his guar and departed from the Ashlands of Vvardenfell to join the Imperial City. Crossing the Sea of Ghosts and passing through ancient paths in the Mountains of Veloth, he traveled back in the lands his Chimer ancestor had crossed millenias ago. Fearless of the many foes he was to meet he fought his way through the Mountains of Jerall and avoided every pass and Imperial watch controls. His will burned beyond the wind's frostbite even though he had to enchant the harness of his mount to keep it warm and prevent the poor animal from freezing to death in the cold of Skyrim. Always defending his mount, he defeated ice creatures and took the pelts of the wild beasts he met, wearing them proudly as he went down Cyrodiil on his brave guar.
With cunning, discretion and
Prelude: James Heller vs CarnagePrelude: James Heller vs Carnage11 months ago in Profiles More Like This
Mecha: These two were just ordinary men before fate had other plans in store for them. Both changed by a different single man, they would rise to the top of the food chain, even beyond those that created them
Virgil: Plus, they both look red and they can do some weird crap with their bodies. Crappy reasoning I know, but that's usually the criteria for half our planned matches.
Mecha: This one is also solo, mostly so the writer can try something new.
Virgil: Nice 4th wall breaking. In this corner, it's James Heller, basically Alex Mercer 2.0.
Mecha: And here's Carnage, the killer Symbiote offspring of Venom!
Virgil: I'm Virgil and he's Mecha.
Mecha: And it's our job to test their weapons and skills to find out who would win a Death Battle!
Alias: The Test Subject, Jimmy
A Night in Eternity: Chapter 3Learning to Live AgainA Night in Eternity: Chapter 33 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The air was crisp and cold on the cliffs that overlooked the forest and small budding town. The trees and roofs were covered with snow, and with the sun shining in the sky, the world before them seemed to sparkle and glow.
It was something that made Eragon's breath catch.
With a sigh, he tore his eyes away from the sky and settled them on the small gathering at the edge of the mountainside.
There stood six young riders of varying heights and ages. They had only arrived last summer and were currently the newest riders living on the island.
Seeing hatchlings like these always reminds me of you many years ago, came the voice of Saphira. Wide eyed and foolish.
"Oh? I could say them same for the hatchling dragons as well, you ate a lot less when you were their size," Eragon replied before a gush of hot air flew over him.
That wasn't very nice, she sniffed. You should not speak of such things.
He chuckled softly and then felt a hand c
HomophobiaAs I hold her hand and walk down the street, they stare and call out, "Dykes."Homophobia5 years ago in Emotional More Like This
As I eat my lunch and holds hands with him, a family sends their 7 year old to give us a note that they are praying for our souls.
As I tell them who she really is, I can see their smiles become strained.
When I give them a hug, I feel how they stiffen.
When I kiss you good bye, I know they are shaking their heads.
When they ask who else shares this ring, I should be able to say your name without fear.
They call us perverted, but they are the ones who focus on our love life.
They say we ruin family values, when they are divorcing and remarrying many times over.
They ask us how we can do this to our families, our lives, our children, and I can only reply,
"You told us you loved us, yet now you act as if we have a disease. You ask how we can bring ourselves into a world of bullying and ask our partners to be as out as we are if they aren't. How we can let our children be teased because of
Kitsune's BioName: Lia Caruso (Though now she goes by Kitsune)Kitsune's Bio3 years ago in Profiles More Like This
Date of Birth: 4E 177, 24th of Hearth Fire
Path (Warrior, Mage, or Thief) : Warrior
Family: Elia Caruso, late mother; Caius Caruso, late father; Aela the Huntress, wife; Mirabella Germain, daughter (Adopted); K'haan, Jz'aela, and A'azeri, the three Khajiit who helped her out earlier on in life Though they are certainly not related, she sees them as family.
Faction(s): The Dark Brotherhood, The Companions, The Circle, The College of Winterhold, the Thieves Guild, Imperial Army.
Titles (can be faction titles, alter egos, even the name, Dovahkin) : Leader of the Thieves Guild, The Listener, Dovahkiin, Harbinger of the Companions, Archmage of the College of Winterhold, and Legate in the Imperial Army.
Appearance: Like most Imperials, Kitsune is a bit on the shorter side, or at least compared to other races like the Nords. She stands around 5'6", and has a skinny
Mages and Templars: DutyMages and Templars: Duty4 years ago in Romance More Like This
It was raining.
She always asked him to go outside when it was raining. Before, he couldn't for all in the world understand why she would want to go outside of the tower when it was cold and wet and raining outside, instead of a sunny, warm day. Now he did. He watched her dance in the rain, her red hair sticking to her face and her robes heavy from the water. She looked... happy. Happier than when the sun was shining and warm on her skin. He couldn't understand why, but he didn't ask. He never did. He was happy just watching her.
This might be the last time that she...
He wasn't going to think about it. He wouldn't allow himself. It wouldn't happen.
He was standing by the door to the library, guarding the apprentices, watching them read old books with tattered spines and scarred covers. Mostly, he was watching her.
He shouldn't, Maker he really shouldn't, but he couldn't keep his eyes off her. She was why he had come to disagree with the Chantry about mages, about