Tired of Clint Eastwood?
Pussy; tired of the greatest sharpshooter who is one of the only three people that could ever kick Chucky Norris's ass? New entry just to move it along. Mostly I've been up to: -D&D: I started my first campaign with my fellow members of the paper here on campus. I play Darius Miles, a human mercenary fighter from an island fort to the south. He was exiled after running away with his noble employer's daughter and getting her killed during a bandit ambush. We currently have a grand total of about ten players plus our DM. One of our members Bonn, plays a Warforged construct that was recently bought and renamed Duke Jarvis (since one of our members is playing as "Anthony Stark;" yes, he has an Iron Man suit running on arcane magic) and Bonn seems to play as our comic relief outside of combat, constantly asking people if they were the one hiding after a stowaway rogue we found on the ship lied that she wasn't the one hiding. In combat I seem to be the comic relief. I've been oblivous to a lot of our early spot checks, I've been accidently punch hard in the face by an Iron Man suit while fighting psycho birds, got stuck in spider webbing while naked only to have baby spiders bite my damn ankles and another spider "on our side" stab me through the foot twice, get slapped by an elf in slow motion, and get hit by a book right before our big, heavy warforged fell on top of me and our mage. In terms of our party we have three fighters, although one I call bullshit on (an undead lich that may cast negative energy rays, send out four independant metal "pages" from a book, throw another book at people, turn dead things into his undead minions, and heal evil aligned characters; yeah, see? Bullshit as a fighter.) We have a time mage that has no idea why he went back a year in time into a jail cell and continually has people burning his scrolls, a standard ranger and another one with a parasitic entity that brings things that indigest it under its control, two standard style rogues, a cleric that just joined up, a warforged, and a "human" apocothary under the control of our DM. Currently most of us have been hired to help this "human" in her quest that is unknown. We only get our objective by the assignment. We're all busy college students so we mostly only play on Thursdays, so I'll let you know, whoever the hell looks at my journals, what we did this week. |
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