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[Magni Prime]

Curious....

As for tabletop, I think 5hat is far more player than system. The four roles you mention seem to be well within a paladin's role. You just need a party to adopt it. It would be interesting to have them be followers of different Gods, though.  

[Magni Prime]

That reminds me of something from the days when I would tabletop. We were playing Palladium Fantasy, and there was a lot of freedom there. For instance, clerics were able to be clerics of light or dark for a deity. In this case, we were fighting the Drau (non-copyright-infringing versions of the Drow), and they worshipped a spider goddess named Tark. Now. She was undoubtedly evil, leading the Drau to a life of revenge and violence. That said, she could grant her power to do anything other gods could, thus you could have a priest/cleric/paladin of Tark going around healing and blessing people. blaugh

I don't really recall any benefits or punishments for single-class parties in any system now that I think about it. It would be more of a challenge, both for the party and the DM, though. Still, I'd be game for it.

i've not been able to tabletop in literal years now. No friends to play with me. I was going to get my daughter to coerce some of her friends into a group with me running, but that never came to pass. I wouldn't know the versions of DnD from one another, and any other system than Palladium or BESM I'd have to learn from scratch.  

[Magni Prime]

Music Just because I think it is truly epic!

I was always fond of the percentage system for rolls. It made sense to me.

I still have the game concept locked in my head, just like my Shifters (were-creatures) RP that I spent a year on. It seems I was never destined to run a game efficiently. Stories are my forte, and as such I enjoy telling them. Playing them? That seems to not be my best strength.  

[Skreemer]

Hello friendos.
Some brief points. I have recently begun playing D and D, fifth edition. I am also currently writing out a setting for my cohort. It is essentially Mordor as postwar Germany with Planescape influences.
I recently wrote a new story and I could do with eyes on it that aren't from my zine.  

[Magni Prime]

Metal is my preference, though with so many sub-genres of it, that is like saying I like to drink liquid. Metal has diverged into so many different types and subtypes that it can be mind-numbing to find something you like among the hordes. That said, the God of War inspired songs by that artist are really quite good.

Feel free to share, Skreemer . . . you are always welcome to do so.  

[Skreemer]

Well, the random number gods were not in my partys favour and we had a total party kill during Lost mines of Phandelver. So now I have to write at least act 1 of the campaign this week.


As well, enjoy my work


An Epidemic of Blankness

An Epidemic of Blankness

I remember when I first became familiar with them, these non-spaces that have slowly begun to pervade our lives. Walking as a child around a shopping centre with friends once, I got separated and ended up behind it. The rear car park, the dumpsters. That burning feeling, which led my group to dub them burning places. There was nothing there and though it occupied space and had all the trappings of a real place, but nothing that truly felt like one. The overwhelming blankness brought me to my knees until my friends found me and returned me to my hometown.
As my life went on and I left my small town my awareness of them grew with their increasing pervasion in society. It was subtle at first, an oversight in a buildings design leaving part of it to be nothing but bare concrete and air conditioning fans. A car park overgrown in an otherwise quiet part of town. Corridors within a block of flats which seemed to stretch on far longer than the apartments they served could contain. I didn’t think much of it for the longest time, other than our architects and city planners must be growing more negligent.
Eventually this state of affairs changed, notably not for the better. Buildings slowly began to seem secondary to supporting these voids within spaces for life. The facades of the buildings took up gradually less space over time, the burning places expanding. You had less space to truly be, less to see, less actual space with function past the seeming maintenance of the internal structure. What need could any building truly have for all this infrastructure of waste? It turned inwards too. Places of business first, the corridors and maintenance tunnels expanding, replacing rooms of use with their tangles of cables and blank walls. People became stressed, though unable to elaborate on what might be causing it.
Once the world of public spaces became subsumed by these ab-places the affliction turned to our homes. First the insides of apartments themselves, long corridors and storage cupboards, cabinets of utility equipment leading to nowhere, bedrooms and living rooms vanishing when people were not gazing upon them or using them. We took refuge in the suburbs and townhouses, only to find this horror following us. People grew more desperate, scrabbling even for sofas taken from waiting rooms and lobbies as beds where they could get them, water coolers, network access points and power sockets jerry-rigged into service by brute force driven by a need to survive in this true urban wasteland. We lost everything that we could not carry into these places, books, clothing, food and our dignity.
We knew from what chances we had at getting online that it was not just this city afflicted, that it was all cities. No one knew what was happening in the smaller settlements, but we assumed they had fallen to this nightmare already in their own ways. As it went further, first animals began to vanish. Then plants. The elderly. Children. The disabled. The careless. As everyone grew more exhausted and our groups grew smaller we knew that we could no longer risk sleeping without anyone staying awake.
My group is down to it’s last few stragglers, weary and terrified in a numb fashion. Every few hours the space we have grows more desolate, we feel the vestiges of our humanity burned away. Had we any resources left to kill ourselves we would, but there are not even windows to hurl ourselves from. We have been in this warren of utility rooms and corridors for two months now. Everything surrounding us is blank off-white walls, faded blue grey office carpet. Occasionally we might emerge into a courtyard or rooftop or basement car park, snatch glimpses of the slate grey sky without any true access to it. I feel what memories left fading now. Soon my mind will be gone, like my motionless fellows around me. They are burned out, like the strip lights dying down, like the world itself. I…  

[Magni Prime]

That's not bad, Skreemer . . . It makes me think of Doctor Who (and that is meant as a high compliment). The Vashta Nerada come to mind. It is interesting enough to make me want to know more. The causes, the people left in the group, an earnest investment in your tale. Very well thought out with suspense and just enough details to make one think. Like any good sci-fi, it is just fictional enough to be interesting while being grounded enough to feel like it just might happen.

Sorry for the silence. Drama and work things have been eating up my time like a mad mug.  

[Magni Prime]

Lurking...  

[Magni Prime]

getting that same old urge again. To pass on this place . . . and just leave. I know I won't, been here too long. Still, nobody talks, nobody stays (with one or two exceptions). Kind of a why bother sort of thing. neutral