Campaign IdeaOh, how about this idea? A campaign where a group of random PCs are magically transported into a vast dungeon together. They are forced to cooperate in order to find the way out. Each characters living body is one of the "talismans" required to open the final door. All must live, or all will die! So, the lawful good paladin has to frequently support and save the evil drow priestess and visa versa. The chaotic neutral half orc barbarian has to frequently stick his neck out for the elf bard. The only cleric type is the drow so.... Hah hah hahh hah.Campaign Idea3 years ago in Settings More Like This
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
Flesh Golem WallFlesh Golem WallFlesh Golem Wall2 years ago in Settings More Like This
This is a strange wall created using necromancy magic. The wall consists of stitched together animated flesh and bones. A flesh golem wall can be any height or width, but is typically one foot thick.
Usually any ten foot square section of the flesh golem wall has about a dozen humanoid heads or faces, each screaming or moaning incoherently. Each ten foot section of a flesh golem wall is considered a separate monster and has the same stats and special qualities as a flesh golem (PHB p135). A ten foot section of the wall has bite attacks against any opponent approaching within five feet (only up to six mouths can attack any one opponent), +10 melee, 1d6 bite damage. The wall has no speed and can remain in only one place. Occasionally, the wall will have up to six appendages (arms and hands) that can attack anyone within five feet of the sculpture (one per opponent in range), +10 melee slam 2d8+5. Sometimes these appendage
Her Servant 18 - ForeverHer Servant 18 - Forever5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
'Such a beautiful night,' Kagome thought whimsically to herself. She was sitting against a tree overlooking a calm lake with a full moon over head. She heard a slight rustle behind her, but paid no attention.
A clawed hand clamped down on her shoulder. She didn't even flinch, she just kissed the knuckles as their owner sighed in disappointment.
"You knew it was me?" Inuyasha asked, hoping he could scare her.
Kagome simply nodded.
Inuyasha sat on the ground beside her, "Aren't you scared of lunatic cannibal Ookami?"
Kagome smiled at him and patted his head, "Not with my overprotective Hanyou servant around!"
Kagome laid her head in Inuyasha's lap, content to let him stroke her hair in silence for a few minutes.
"Kagome," Inuyasha started nervously, "can I ask you something?"
She looked up at her blushing Hanyou, "You can ask me anything."
"Well, it's just... uh, I want more," Inuyasha said lamely.
"What?" Kagome sat up in a hurry. "Are you unhappy? I can release you from your pro
The Old Man's RantThe Old Man's Rant5 years ago in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
I was walking in the park one day.
I saw an old man sitting on the bench with the worst frown I have ever seen.
I was feeling pretty good and decided to greet him "Good Morning.".
There was no reply, but as I decided to leave, he started to mumble.
I was about to dash off when it hit me that the old man might be senile,
But his words suddenly sunk in, and I silently listened to him talk.
Perhaps just to himself.
"I hate children.
Irresponsible, time wasting, ungrateful idiots
When will they grow up and see that the world isn't such a great place.
Why do you waste your time with hopes and dreams,
That you soon learn was all false hopes.
Once society has you within its grasps,
You'll see that this stupid world isn't as fun as your little childish adventures.
Why don't you grow up and stop questioning what had been and always will be.
Why do you conjure up wonderful dreams, that will only haunt you when they break.
Why don't you see that love was an illusion, love is a waste of time.
The Rising Storm: Chapter 1Late summer, 2257 ab urbe Regelli conditaThe Rising Storm: Chapter 17 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
There was an opponent to either side of me as I stood ready and waiting for Master Wei-fus direction. His black robes hung off his bony frame and he leaned on his staff. His sparse beard pointed stiffly at me and his eyes flashed with annoyance in the shadow of his brows.
I was stripped down for exercise. The late afternoon sun is never very warm that time of the year in the mountains when summer is dying and theres a scent of autumn in the air. With the sweat from our earlier passes drying on my skin I was feeling the chill.
Begin! he cried.
My older brothers Calcedor and Tristan began circling me, each looking for an opening. I moved with them, trying to keep track of both at the same time. Other than the shuffle of our bare feet on the sandy ground, there was no other sound in the training yard.
Tris made the first move, dropping low and sweeping for my feet. Idiot. Maybe he thought hed surprise me, but h
Spell WaterSpell WaterSpell Water3 years ago in Settings More Like This
The effect of magic mists within the Mist Filled Realm causes some bodies of water (pools, puddles, lakes, streams, waterfalls, or fountains) to become enchanted with a permanent spell. Any being directly touching the water will be subject to the spell as if it had been cast upon them. The save DC is usually DC20 for those spell effects allowing a saving throw to resist. Often, spell water can be identified by its slight shimmering glow (in one of various sparkly colors). One has to look closely to see this (Spot or Search DC20). The type of spell infused into the water can be determined with a successful Knowledge Arcana check DC30. Note: The magic only works at its natural source. The magic quickly fades from any water collected from a larger pool or stream. So bottling it and then using it later won't work. Also, spell water is usually only found in areas of chaotic or unstable magic,
Six Word StorySix Word Story6 years ago in Biography & Memoir More Like This
Last of all, she forgave herself.
Remember, Remember...08:00:00Remember, Remember...5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
He couldn't explain why he was there. Or why he was up so early. All he knew was that he had to be at the trade center that day. He smiled proudly as he looked at his towers standing tall next to each other... His beloved twin towers.
He entered the building with so many others. They chatted on cellphones and drank coffee and ate breakfast and fast food as they milled around in a great seething mass of humanity, a huge macro-organism that fueled the nation. And he felt pride, even as a sense of foreboding assaulted him.
He rose higher as time passed, seeing them settle into their neat little cubicles. Tiny worker ants tap-tap-tapping away. phones rang and were answered and shut off. Things were moving and shaking.
And suddenly the building lurched, a punch to his gut. His lungs couldn't take in air. His glasses clattered to the floor as the pain slammed into him. He staggered and fell, his heart fluttering and chest heaving. He scrabbled for his spec
Chapter 1: UngiftedChapter 1: Ungifted3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Chapter 1: Ungifted
The cottage was in the middle of a dark forest, where timber wolves could be heard howling in the distance. Inside the cottage, mice scurried across the wooden floor and the glow of a single candle lit up the tiny room.
Screams rent the night; the screams of a mother giving birth. Lena gripped her husband's hand tight as the mid-wife crooned encouragement: "You're almost done, just push a little harder. That's right, just hold on. You're almost there."
Lena panted, her chest heaving with the effort of child-birth. 'Almost there, yeah right.' She thought. 'She said that three hours ago, and look where that's got us.' She screamed again, and squeezed Liam's hand harder, making him grimace with pain.
"It's okay, honey," he said with teeth clenched. "I know you can do this." Lena nodded, and pushed again. She screwed her eyes shut with the attempt, and bit her tongue so she wouldn't scream again.
"Look," the mid-wife whispered. "She's a girl." The mid-wife
Call her SavageCall her SavageCall her Savage6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
They called you savage.
But in the french tongue
As if that made it more'romantic'-
Les enfant savage
The maid of chalons.
Covered in rags and skins
And a gourd leaf in your matted hair
Painted like a black girl
A panther, startled from your lair.
So they called you a devil
The blood on your lips
The bone you carried
Seemed to confim their diagnosis
''La Femme est Diabolique.''
But in that terrible drought
The most basic of instincts
Drove you to the region of Champagne.
It was not the fizzy liquid you craved
But water, blood, and meat.
And perhaps, a human connection.
Your gutteral raspings
Were a source of puzzlement to all
As was your love of the unskinned rabbit
You hastily devoured, with hands and teeth
And scooped the blood,fur and flesh in lumps
To your quivering lips.
Your eyes were bulging, blue and mistrustful
Cornflower spheres unused to the curious gazes.
Yet why should you trust
What you could not comprehend?
The gallic babble must have appeared
As alien to
Lightwaves - Chapter OneLightwaves - Chapter One5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
He was pretty sure it was Tuesday.
He supposed it would be accurate. The holoscreen on his desk said so, and his boss was wearing his cornflower blue tie, so he was pretty sure it must be Tuesday. Then again, he wasn't sure when the last time he slept was, and insomnia tended to make everything into a gray sort of haze after awhile.
"Eli? Are you in there?"
Light hazel eyes flicked from the pile of papers on his desk to the coworker he was supposed to be speaking to. The man in question, Renton, was rather portly, not exactly overweight but not thin. Some was muscle, some was fat, but it all bulged either way under the white collared shirt of a man who believed he was five pounds lighter than he actually was. He also had a tendency to be direct in an indirect sort of manner, which meant he sounded rather friendly and had the ability to make his words all too easy to tune out when they tended to be of the utmost importance.
"Ah, I'm sorry. I zoned out," he muttered, flashing a small smi
Kitten SwarmHundreds of tiny, cute, fluffy kittens pour out of the doorway, engulfing to party, climbing up legs, mewing and purring.Kitten Swarm3 years ago in Profiles More Like This
N Tiny Animal (Swarm)
Init: +7 Senses: Lowlight Vision, Scent; Perception +5
AC: 15, Touch 15, Flat-footed 13 (+3 DEX, +2 Size)
HP: 16 (3d8+3)
Fort +4, Ref +8, Will +2
Defensive Abilities: Swarm Traits
Speed: 20', Climb 10'
Melee: Swarm (1d6)
Space 10' Reach 0'
Special Attacks: Distraction (DC 13), Demoralization (DC 15)
STR 2, DEX 16, CON 13, INT 2, WIS 13, CHA 8
Base Attack +2; CMB --; CMD --
Feats: Improved Initiative, Lightning Reflexes
Skills: Climb +7, Perception +6, Stealth +15; Racial Modifiers: +4 Climb, +4 Stealth;
Use DEX to modify Climb
Organization: solitary, lots (2-4 swarms), too many (5-8 swarms)
New DaySo many people think they can't go on,New Day5 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
As the morning sun breaks it's dawn
So many people are living alone,
So it's time to change the words you hear,
It's time to change the song
It's a new...day,
Nothing can stop you,
Nothings standing in your way
It's a new...day,
Everyone has the power,
To make the world change
So hold on to it now,
Don't give it away
I hear the cries Of all the suffering,
It assaults my ears from the world outside my door
But if you lift your voice,
Instead of your hands,
You will learn how not to cry anymore
Cause it's a new...day,
Nothing can stop you,
Nothings standing in your way
It's a new...day,
Everyone has the power,
To make the world change
So hold on to it now,
Don't give it away
Our passion for life,
We allow too often to be denied,
And we are the only ones,
Who can make this change
With every day that passes,
Our days seem to move so much faster,
It's time to hold on to what is true,
Hold on to what really matters...!
The Convenience of EqualityThe Convenience of Equality2 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
The topic of marriage is no stranger to Americans in recent weeks. The Supreme Court, in a 5-4 split decision, ruled that DOMA (the Defense of Marriage Act) was unconstitutional because it failed to offer homosexuals “equal protection under the law” and that the purpose of DOMA is to “humiliate” and “injure” homosexuals who seek marriage.
No doubt a number of individuals celebrated the ruling, happy, perhaps, to see the archaic edifice of ‘traditional’ marriage burn and establish a sleek and modern “marriage” in its place. Many rejoiced at the new building, but many of us looked on and asked to see the building plans.
Arguments for “marriage equality” are many times the product of convenient reasoning. The typical strain of equality reasoning usually goes along the lines of this: We can’t expect everyone to go by one definition of marriage, nor should the government force one view over the other. Moreover, th
STALKER - The Best Laid PlansSTALKER - The Best Laid Plans9 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
The Best Laid Plans
So you can arrange this?
The Dealer made a hushing gesture with the stump of his left arm. The fat little man in the sweat stained shirt was limping across the dimly lit basement. Leaning on a huge shotgun, as if it were a crutch, he put his head to the door and listened for eavesdroppers. In the shadows, the other man who had asked the question regarded the paranoia of the Dealer. Nobody knew anything about him, not even his real name. He was just known as the Dealer. And logically he was a cautious man, a vital quality in his line of work, but to suspect his own bodyguards seemed a bit much. Hiding out in a basement, having bodyguards and always, always that enormous shotgun of his. The man had never seen the Dealer without it. Maybe the loss of his left hand had anything to do with it, or his deformed legs. Either way, the man didnt care. He was growing impatient and repeated his question. After a few seconds the Dealer
WordsThe meeting of the support group was taking place in the Dusty Dictionary—a refuge from the world for the archaic and lesser-used words in the English Language.Words10 months ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
“Who would like to start?” asked the group leader, poltroon. “Ruth, perhaps?”
The word quivered a little. “My name is ruth, and I’m an archaic word….” It gave a sob. “I’m so sorry…”
“Take your time,” said poltroon.
“It’s just so hard!” said ruth. “I haven’t worked in years, and I’m not sure I ever will again. But ruthless is constantly being employed. It doesn’t make any sense. How can people have ruthless without needing ruth?”
Dandled nodded sympathetically. “I rarely get any gigs nowadays myself. But when I do, I turn up and find dangled has pinched the job. ‘He dangled the baby on his knee.’ What the hell does that even mean? Sounds bloody dangerous to me.”
Can you Keep a Secret 3Mental note: telling your boss that one of the government's biggest secrets just happened to slip out into the public world was not a good idea. Alfred's boss hadn't yelled at him when he had given the man a ring on the phone, but the sheer intensity lying behind his rather monotone voice was enough to give the American nation the willies. It was in that terrifying monotonous voice the President demanded that Alfred come to his New York office immediately. Going to the office building meant going out into the street and going out into the street meant facing Jimmy Mallory and his loyal band of followers still hanging around outside the American's apartment building like a bunch of creepy stalkers. Obviously Alfred's boss couldn't come to him since that would make them even more suspicious. A line of police cars, dozens of secret service agents, and a big jet black car with two American flags gracing the antennas wasn't exactly what you'd call discreet. So the only option left would beCan you Keep a Secret 34 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Living with Manic DepressionJanuary 25, 2013Living with Manic Depression2 years ago in Emotional More Like This
I'm dating this because I want to be able to look back on it in the future to see if anything has changed for better or for worse. I know there are a lot of you who don't know what's going on with me, or don't quite understand it, but that's why I'm writing this. Sometimes you'll ask yourself, "why did Reitanna say this?" or "why does Reitanna feel so down?" "What happened to Reitanna?" Well, I'm about to tell you in length what is going on. People who read this who have the same thing will understand completely. People with nothing like it will be confused and sort of scared. It's a natural feeling. But after everything, I'm not ashamed to admit that I have Manic Depressive Disorder.
Manic Depression and Bipolar Disorder are the same thing. However, I like to refer to it as Manic Depressive Disorder because a lot of times, people (including me) will use the word "bipolar" as a joke, like when I say, "the weather in Southern California is almost as bipolar as I am." Wh
Two Prayers to SekhmetTwo Prayers to Sekhmet1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Prayer for Courage and Confidence
Beloved Sekhmet, Overcomer of all Enemies,
I call upon You now to rid my heart of fear and uncertainty. Powerful of Heart, give me the confidence I need to pursue my goals and assert myself in the face of adversity. Bestow Your strength upon me, that it seeps into my very soul, that fear never freezes my actions.
She Whose Opportunity Escapeth Her Not,
Give me the courage to live, not merely survive.
Let no one intimidate me nor bar my way.
Sekhmet, Who Rouseth the People,
Let joy chase away all that would otherwise leave regret in my life. Let my own joy spill over into the lives of others.
Greatest Goddess, thanks and honor be to You forever!
Prayer for Healing
Netjeret A'ah Sekhmet, (Greatest Goddess Sekhmet)
Weret Heka, (Great of Magick)
I call upon You to hear me now!
I am not well; my body ails me.
I ask that You, the Great One of Healing, aid my body in overcoming its sickness.
Lady of the Waters of Life, restore vita
Percy Jackson OC: Tallulah Perry ProfilePercy Jackson OC: Tallulah Perry Profile2 years ago in Profiles More Like This
“Pshhhhhh! Don’t be so negative! Just look on the bright side! Like me!” – Tallulah Perry
Name: Tallulah Perry
Nicknames: Sunshine, Lulah, Lulahbelle
Race: Greek Demigod
Ethnicity: Half-Greek (Father) Half-English (Mother)
Blood Type: A+
Apollo (Godly Parent)
Delilah Perry (Mother; 36)
Members of Apollo Cabin (Half-Siblings)
Appearance: Tallulah has long, wavy golden blonde hair that reaches her mid-back with side-swept bangs; she usually keeps it in a side ponytail. Her skin is lightly tanned, with just a sprinkling of freckles across her cheeks and nose, and her coral colored eyes seem to change to a golden orange when in the sunlight. Despite the fact that she’s petite, and is a fairly small girl, Tallulah is slightly curvace
5 Stupid Things About Taxes#1: They’re theft.5 Stupid Things About Taxes3 weeks ago in Editorial More Like This
Go figure! The anti-tax, anti-government libertarian claims taxation is theft. Yeah, it’s a cliché thing for me to say, but it’s also a perfectly rational conclusion for me to reach. Theft, by definition, is taking someone else’s property without their consent. Taxation is the government taking away a portion of someone else’s wealth without their consent. Therefore, taxation is theft.
And no, the “social contract” does not magically make taxation not theft. I never consented to the state taking away my money for the sake of it providing me with services simply because I was born in this country. Me being dropped out of my mom onto a piece of land owned by the U.S. government (according to an imaginary boundary drawn on a piece of paper) does not equate consent to taxes any more than a sorority g
Prayer to AnpuPrayer to Anpu1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Neb Ta-Djoser, (Lord of the Sacred Land)
Tepy Dju-ef, (He Over His Mountain)
I ask you guard me, as you did the sacred lands of the Nile's west bank. You who know both the dead and the living, who knows countless secrets, lend me wisdom in my actions that my endeavors succeed and my works be kind. Guide me that I not stray from You, nor Ma'at. Walk with me, each day and night, until the time when I bow before you in the Hall of Two Truths.
With gratitude I honor You!
Is There a Purpose in Life?Is There a Purpose in Life?2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
People coming, people going, people walking by.
Faces run together in a blur, I wonder - why?
Why am I a member of this thing called human race?
Just how did I arrive here, or am I out of place?
As the people pass me by their eyes avoid my own.
I feel as though I am someone who'll always be unknown.
A city guy, anonymous, without a friend or foe.
I wish someone would tell me, please, the way that I should go.
I sit here in my rented room and write of things sublime.
Ecstasies and fantasies and words that fairly rhyme.
In this world I'm somebody and for a little while,
I get to be the hero or perhaps a wayward child.
As I lay me down I like to think about my day.
I say a little prayer that perhaps I will someday,
understand my unique role and why I take up space.
Will I find my purpose or just die without a trace?