Dwarf shaman rp names
[F4F] Fire Force
2024.05.21 17:08 BisexualSwitchRp [F4F] Fire Force
Today I’m looking to write an rp based from a different perspective, the villains (based off Inca, to be specific. And sorry if some specifics are not 100%, I’m not caught up with the anime yet)
My whole life I knew I was different, I had always lived on the streets and had no family, and I was always a fair bit stronger than other people I knew. Of course that power was thanks to my Adolla Burst (which I of course didn’t understand, and wouldn’t for a while), but little did I know that my future was following me secretly since the start, waiting for a sign of my power taking form.
See the White Clad and the Evangelist are looking for the 8 Pillars to finish what the Great Cataclysm started 250 years ago, and me and the other 7 Pillars were the key. As I grew older I began to get a love for danger, so that led me to getting into small crime (small robberies, stuff like that), and thanks to my power and cute looks I always got away with my crimes. One night I experienced what I’d learn to be an Adolla Link, and with that my Adolla Burst was awakened. And with that the Evangelist sent the White Clad to collect me, and the Fire Force was sent to protect me.
There was of course a huge battle over me (which of course made me very “excited” seeing people fight over me), but little did the Fire Force no my mind was already made up. The Fire Force got to me first and I played along with their game acting like I wanted to be saved, but I knew deep down I didn’t want to live a safe life with them, I loved danger and despised safety. So when the fight was over and the time came for my final decision, I let my crazy personality out (much like how Inca did when she made her decision) and even though the White Clad had lost the fight I choose them.
Hi girls, today I’m looking to do an rp based off the character Inca from the show Fire Force. It will start as we leave the fight with the Fire Force, and we journey back to the White Clad’s base, then move to me getting blessed by the Evangelist so I get stronger, and then really starting it with your character playing as my Protector Maid. Like in the show the Protectors are a perfect match for their Pillar, so ideally your character would be crazy (again I’m basing my character off Inca, so think her kinda crazy) and crazy strong just like me. Like I hinted at in the scene, my character’s love for danger causes her to get extremely turned on whenever she’s in any kind of danger, which of course leads to a lot of after mission or training fun between the two of us. Anyways I’ll stop rambling and wrap this up, thank you all for reading and if you enjoyed please feel free to reach out, and in your first message please include the following message:
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My whole life I knew I was different, I had always lived on the streets and had no family, and I was always a fair bit stronger than other people I knew. Of course that power was thanks to my Adolla Burst (which I of course didn’t understand, and wouldn’t for a while), but little did I know that my future was following me secretly since the start, waiting for a sign of my power taking form.
See the White Clad and the Evangelist are looking for the 8 Pillars to finish what the Great Cataclysm started 250 years ago, and me and the other 7 Pillars were the key. As I grew older I began to get a love for danger, so that led me to getting into small crime (small robberies, stuff like that), and thanks to my power and cute looks I always got away with my crimes. One night I experienced what I’d learn to be an Adolla Link, and with that my Adolla Burst was awakened. And with that the Evangelist sent the White Clad to collect me, and the Fire Force was sent to protect me.
There was of course a huge battle over me (which of course made me very “excited” seeing people fight over me), but little did the Fire Force no my mind was already made up. The Fire Force got to me first and I played along with their game acting like I wanted to be saved, but I knew deep down I didn’t want to live a safe life with them, I loved danger and despised safety. So when the fight was over and the time came for my final decision, I let my crazy personality out (much like how Inca did when she made her decision) and even though the White Clad had lost the fight I choose them.
Hi girls, today I’m looking to do an rp based off the character Inca from the show Fire Force. It will start as we leave the fight with the Fire Force, and we journey back to the White Clad’s base, then move to me getting blessed by the Evangelist so I get stronger, and then really starting it with your character playing as my Protector Maid. Like in the show the Protectors are a perfect match for their Pillar, so ideally your character would be crazy (again I’m basing my character off Inca, so think her kinda crazy) and crazy strong just like me. Like I hinted at in the scene, my character’s love for danger causes her to get extremely turned on whenever she’s in any kind of danger, which of course leads to a lot of after mission or training fun between the two of us. Anyways I’ll stop rambling and wrap this up, thank you all for reading and if you enjoyed please feel free to reach out, and in your first message please include the following message:
- As you can tell by the length of this I’m more on the detailed side, so please put some effort in or I won’t answer
- Please include your character’s description and references (for the first couple of scenes with going back to the hideout and meeting the Evangelist you can use in show characters, but once you get assigned as my maid you’ll be using you’re own oc), and also please include your k and limits (even tho my name says I’m a switch, I’m really a sub Reddit is just dumb. Also my k and limits are posted on my page)
- Lastly please include the password “Adolla” so Ik you read this far
2024.05.21 17:05 Significant-Usual-98 Noah The Pilgrim - Chapter 1-3: Northstar
Noah The Pilgrim
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'Noah.'
You can't feel your body, you try to move but receive no feedback from your arms and legs. You open our eyes, or were they always opened? It's difficult to tell when only darkness surrounds you.
'You're here again.'
It's that same voice you heard before waking up in that pod. You try to speak but fail. It feels like you left your body behind, existing only inside your mind.
'Allow me.'
From the dark, a circle of light emerges, filling your vision. The light is not blinding, nor is it too bright to obfuscate the dark, it's just bright enough to reach your eyes without prompting discomfort.
It's the Star. That much, you know for certain.
Normally, you'd feel hopelessly scared, but somehow, all you feel is soothed by its light.
'I remember telling you we wouldn't see each other for a long time. Why are you here?'
Although you wished to answer the question, you could not. Both because you have no control over your body, and because you don't know the answer.
'...'
You recall the AI telling you the purpose of the ship you're in. It was to study this star.
Why? What's so special about this particular star? Sure, it's on the very edge of the ever-expanding universe, but aside from that, it's just a star. A very odd-looking star, but a star nonetheless.
'What's so special about me... Nothing.'
A shiver runs down your spine. It feels as though you've forgotten a significant thing about yourself, and you're sure this star has something to do with it.
'How are you feeling, Noah?'
Like shit. That is what you wanted to answer.
You've been going with the flow ever since you woke up in that pod, not asking yourself neither how or why you've been put in that place, only nodding your way to the bridge.
You've been bombarded with memories that you're sure aren't yours, but your own memories also feel shrouded in a thick haze, and yet, you didn't bother to even think about why it was, only accepting that as truth without understanding this strange phenomenon.
When confronted with things beyond your current knowledge you refuse to acknowledge it by not asking yourself what it is, or by illuding yourself into thinking it's a dream.
Even now, you refuse to acknowledge this impossible place you've found yourself in.
'Why is it that you turn away?'
What to blame for that? You didn't even feel the need to ask anything about yourself. Randomly remembering things as though you were reading them off a manual, taking whatever FYARN says as an absolute truth, and not even reacting to the abhorrent state of the Odyssey.
When FYARN told you about the relationship between the alien and the human races, it told you how superior humans were, and it also told you that the human race lost the war. You didn't bother to call out that clear discrepancy then because you felt as though it didn't concern you, despite being clearly at the forefront of that conflict.
When FYARN asked what you remembered, you simply stated you didn't remember nearly anything, and yet you've made no strive to fix that issue, accepting it as the absolute truth.
All there was left to blame was yourself.
'You're doing it again, turning away from the truth.'
Was it because your situation was impossibly bizarre?
Waking up in a half-blown spaceship could be enough to drive a man to the brink with how random and impossible that notion was. Especially when that man was just a salary man, living month to month, working an unfulfilling job, all while being called the best.
'Perhaps. But I believe that the issue lies much, much deeper.'
The utter darkness shifts and contorts unexplainably. Moving shadows take formless shapes before you. From black to grey, and from grey to different shades of it. Those shapes of impossible geometry cast shadows downwards, as the star stared at you from above.
The shapes expanded and contracted into euclidean and understandable structures. Tall rectangular towers filled the horizon, decorating a path akin to buildings in a busy city.
On the foot of one of those structures, you see a man dwarfed by the sheer size of the scenery.
'Who do you think that is?'
You approach him.
You see a young man that looks to be in his mid-twenties. Your brown eyes stare back at it, analyzing the bags beneath his eye sockets. The dark hair is neither too long nor too short, hastily combed to hide the laziness behind his look. You see a beard that has not been trimmed for weeks, but also lacks thickness, each singular hair isn't particularly long either; and some even appear to be in-grown.
He's wearing a white tuckered-in buttoned shirt with a pair of jeans. A black backpack weighed on his back as he walked through this empty street.
A position you could imagine yourself in, every day of the week.
If you had failed to piece together who that was, it became clear once you noticed the empty look on his face.
It's obvious who that is.
He is a man whose bright dreams have been crushed under the weight of mankind.
How cruel, to be forced to gaze into a dirty mirror...
'You are starting to see it. Let's go further.'
The ractangular towers floated away, as the man continued to walk into the grey void.
Four white walls covered both you and the man, grey shapes transformed into a chair and desk, inviting the man to sit on it.
It was a plain desk and a plain chair, and when the shapes stopped transmogrifying themselves, a plain computer, monitor, keyboard, and mouse rested atop the desk.
Fitting for a plain man. You watch him sitting down in the chair, putting his backpack on the floor beneath the table.
From the backpack, he conjured a notebook and a set of pencils and erasers. He quickly turned the computer on.
This was his job.
The monitor remained grey despite how the man typed on the keyboard. The notebook remained grey despite how the man scribbled on it with the pencil.
A humanoid figure came to be from the geometric mess of grey nearby. It passed by the working man. "G'day Noah." It spoke, as he vanished into the white walls that surround you.
The man didn't bother to respond, he didn't bother to stop his work, and he didn't even bother to look up from his notebook.
Another humanoid figure passed by, holding what looked to be sheets of paper. "Hey Noah, could you sort these documents out for me? I'm swamped today..."
The man looks at the thick collection of papers in the figure's hands. He just started his shift and already lacks the energy and motivation to keep going with his day.
And despite that, he did not want to disappoint.
He points to the empty space on his desk, motioning for the figure to leave it there.
The figure places the paperwork on the man's desk. "Thanks, I owe you big time for this!" After saying that, the figure disappeared into the white walls of the room.
He did not speak a singular word.
You recall this... Feeling.
'Do you remember their names, Noah?'
You could not.
'Do you remember their faces, Noah?'
You could not.
'These people, you used to see them every day. Why do you not know who they are?'
What was the point of it? Why did it matter? Why did they matter?
'Because they are people.'
To you, those figures were nothing but placeholders for those who did the same thing as you. They were nothing special, just like you. So why bother to recall their faces?
'We must go further.'
The white cubicle ceased to be, alongside the man in plain clothing.
The towering rectangles swiftly returned, and with it came a young adult in his early twenties.
Your brown eyes stare back at his. The short dark hair looked as though it was combed for hours until it was perfect. You see a trimmed beard, neatly cut with a blade most sharp. You see that his face has been recently subjected to a daily skin-care regime.
This young man looks to be full of energy.
He's wearing a white tuckered-in buttoned shirt with a pair of jeans. A black backpack was strapped to his back as he walked through this empty street.
Again, you know who this is, yet you don't have the guts to accept it.
'...'
The ringing tune of a cell phone came from the young man's pockets. He promptly picked it up.
"Hey, Noah!" You hear the voice coming from the other side of the call. "The boys and I are going to throw a party today in my place to celebrate finishing high school. You better show up tonight!" It sounds like the voice originates from a man. He is yelling at the phone.
You watch as the young man smirks. "You can bet I'll be there." He answered. "I'll be done with today's interview and head there as soon as possible."
"Great... Something came up, catch you later bud!" And just like that, the call ended. The young man pocketed his phone.
You know how the rest of that day went. The young man passed the interview and secured his spot in a large IT company, then he went to his friend's place and had the best night of his life.
Those memories were the ones you revisited endlessly.
The grey shapes and humanoid figures vanish, returning to utter blackness.
Once again, all you see is the star.
'What happened, Noah?'
You couldn't say. Maybe it wasn't some big thing that happened, but rather a large quantity of small things that eventually crashed down upon you like an avalanche that built up for a long time.
Friends leaving to live their own lives.
Underappreciation of your career.
Your incapacity to form meaningful relationships.
The feeling of being small in the greater scheme of things.
The notion of your life being wasted for nothing.
A lack of accomplishment that was caused by a lack of problems.
You letting your physical appearance go.
But, even amongst all of those aggravating motives, there was one thing that always pained your heart to even recall. For that reason, you refused to acknowledge and even think about it. A trend that would continue for the upcoming years of your life.
Your dream.
Once adulthood came and expectations weighed on you, you had to choose. Live a comfortable life, or throw it all away in exchange for an idea that probably wouldn't even work, to begin with.
You refused to let go at first. Holding unto what little hope there was left for that dream of yours.
In three short years, your life shifted completely.
Friends grew distant, and now all you had as a replacement for them were faceless figures who spoke to you about a job you never really wanted.
Those very same figures held you in high regard, always saying how talented you were or how impressive your skills were. In truth, you never felt like what you did was worth the effort or the praise.
All you ever did in that company was half-assed at best, yet they praised you like their savior. You grew complacent under those who put you on a pedestal.
Your salary increased, and so did the responsibilities, but never were it challenging or engaging. It felt tasteless and odorless.
You refused to even respond to small talk from those people. How could you? If you did, they would shower you with praises you didn't deserve. That theory was proven time and time again.
All you did every day was sitting on a chair, eyes glued to the screen to meet an assortment of numbers and labels. This was nothing. There were people out there, changing the world, fixing the real problems, and you're there, sorting out numbers for a company created to sort out data for a company created to sort out data.
A null uroboros.
Twenty-eight years of a human's life, and for what? To waste away like a gear on a machine?
You remained ignorant of your ignorance. There were no problems since you had more than enough money from your ever-increasing salary you felt you didn't deserve.
You couldn't even bring yourself to quit, afraid to face the consequences, afraid to be replaced. A fact you understood fully well, yet you refused to acknowledge.
Clinging to a feeling of guilt, you couldn't help but hold on to this life. Your life, Noah.
You longed for a change, but wouldn't bring yourself to change it.
Your dream that you lived for so long ago, is something you couldn't even remember. You hid it away in a dark corner of your mind, hoping to never face it again, or else you would break down.
That is what happened.
The coldness of the world is what happened.
You wouldn't go as far as to say that you were a victim of fate.
Instead, you'd say you were a victim of yourself.
'And yet, you're here now. In an impossible place. In an impossible life.'
Are you to waste away on this place as well?
'You had conviction, but lacked guidance.'
Can you even muster that much courage? You fear what the future could bring.
'I presented you this chance for a reason, so you may show them that your soul is the brightest of them all.'
Fear is born for there is hope, but bravery is born for there is fear. You recall someone telling you that once, but...
'Remember this, Noah.'
Where does the courage to take a step forward come from? When it's so dark that you can't see the path ahead, how should one muster enough courage to make the right call?
'Whenever you feel lost, or alone; Whenever you feel like there is no way forward;'
Your vision starts to blur. The star begins to fade.
'So you may never lose your way again;'
Looks like it's time to return to reality.
'I, am your...'
This is my first HFY story, and also my very first OC story. I plan to post at least one of these per week while also posting it on my Patreon. Noah The Pilgrim will always be two to three chapters ahead in there, so if you'd like to directly support this writer, or just want to read more, feel free to check it out.
This has been Lushi, and I'll see you next week.
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You can't feel your body, you try to move but receive no feedback from your arms and legs. You open our eyes, or were they always opened? It's difficult to tell when only darkness surrounds you.
'You're here again.'
It's that same voice you heard before waking up in that pod. You try to speak but fail. It feels like you left your body behind, existing only inside your mind.
'Allow me.'
From the dark, a circle of light emerges, filling your vision. The light is not blinding, nor is it too bright to obfuscate the dark, it's just bright enough to reach your eyes without prompting discomfort.
It's the Star. That much, you know for certain.
Normally, you'd feel hopelessly scared, but somehow, all you feel is soothed by its light.
'I remember telling you we wouldn't see each other for a long time. Why are you here?'
Although you wished to answer the question, you could not. Both because you have no control over your body, and because you don't know the answer.
'...'
You recall the AI telling you the purpose of the ship you're in. It was to study this star.
Why? What's so special about this particular star? Sure, it's on the very edge of the ever-expanding universe, but aside from that, it's just a star. A very odd-looking star, but a star nonetheless.
'What's so special about me... Nothing.'
A shiver runs down your spine. It feels as though you've forgotten a significant thing about yourself, and you're sure this star has something to do with it.
'How are you feeling, Noah?'
Like shit. That is what you wanted to answer.
You've been going with the flow ever since you woke up in that pod, not asking yourself neither how or why you've been put in that place, only nodding your way to the bridge.
You've been bombarded with memories that you're sure aren't yours, but your own memories also feel shrouded in a thick haze, and yet, you didn't bother to even think about why it was, only accepting that as truth without understanding this strange phenomenon.
When confronted with things beyond your current knowledge you refuse to acknowledge it by not asking yourself what it is, or by illuding yourself into thinking it's a dream.
Even now, you refuse to acknowledge this impossible place you've found yourself in.
'Why is it that you turn away?'
What to blame for that? You didn't even feel the need to ask anything about yourself. Randomly remembering things as though you were reading them off a manual, taking whatever FYARN says as an absolute truth, and not even reacting to the abhorrent state of the Odyssey.
When FYARN told you about the relationship between the alien and the human races, it told you how superior humans were, and it also told you that the human race lost the war. You didn't bother to call out that clear discrepancy then because you felt as though it didn't concern you, despite being clearly at the forefront of that conflict.
When FYARN asked what you remembered, you simply stated you didn't remember nearly anything, and yet you've made no strive to fix that issue, accepting it as the absolute truth.
All there was left to blame was yourself.
'You're doing it again, turning away from the truth.'
Was it because your situation was impossibly bizarre?
Waking up in a half-blown spaceship could be enough to drive a man to the brink with how random and impossible that notion was. Especially when that man was just a salary man, living month to month, working an unfulfilling job, all while being called the best.
'Perhaps. But I believe that the issue lies much, much deeper.'
The utter darkness shifts and contorts unexplainably. Moving shadows take formless shapes before you. From black to grey, and from grey to different shades of it. Those shapes of impossible geometry cast shadows downwards, as the star stared at you from above.
The shapes expanded and contracted into euclidean and understandable structures. Tall rectangular towers filled the horizon, decorating a path akin to buildings in a busy city.
On the foot of one of those structures, you see a man dwarfed by the sheer size of the scenery.
'Who do you think that is?'
You approach him.
You see a young man that looks to be in his mid-twenties. Your brown eyes stare back at it, analyzing the bags beneath his eye sockets. The dark hair is neither too long nor too short, hastily combed to hide the laziness behind his look. You see a beard that has not been trimmed for weeks, but also lacks thickness, each singular hair isn't particularly long either; and some even appear to be in-grown.
He's wearing a white tuckered-in buttoned shirt with a pair of jeans. A black backpack weighed on his back as he walked through this empty street.
A position you could imagine yourself in, every day of the week.
If you had failed to piece together who that was, it became clear once you noticed the empty look on his face.
It's obvious who that is.
He is a man whose bright dreams have been crushed under the weight of mankind.
How cruel, to be forced to gaze into a dirty mirror...
'You are starting to see it. Let's go further.'
The ractangular towers floated away, as the man continued to walk into the grey void.
Four white walls covered both you and the man, grey shapes transformed into a chair and desk, inviting the man to sit on it.
It was a plain desk and a plain chair, and when the shapes stopped transmogrifying themselves, a plain computer, monitor, keyboard, and mouse rested atop the desk.
Fitting for a plain man. You watch him sitting down in the chair, putting his backpack on the floor beneath the table.
From the backpack, he conjured a notebook and a set of pencils and erasers. He quickly turned the computer on.
This was his job.
The monitor remained grey despite how the man typed on the keyboard. The notebook remained grey despite how the man scribbled on it with the pencil.
A humanoid figure came to be from the geometric mess of grey nearby. It passed by the working man. "G'day Noah." It spoke, as he vanished into the white walls that surround you.
The man didn't bother to respond, he didn't bother to stop his work, and he didn't even bother to look up from his notebook.
Another humanoid figure passed by, holding what looked to be sheets of paper. "Hey Noah, could you sort these documents out for me? I'm swamped today..."
The man looks at the thick collection of papers in the figure's hands. He just started his shift and already lacks the energy and motivation to keep going with his day.
And despite that, he did not want to disappoint.
He points to the empty space on his desk, motioning for the figure to leave it there.
The figure places the paperwork on the man's desk. "Thanks, I owe you big time for this!" After saying that, the figure disappeared into the white walls of the room.
He did not speak a singular word.
You recall this... Feeling.
'Do you remember their names, Noah?'
You could not.
'Do you remember their faces, Noah?'
You could not.
'These people, you used to see them every day. Why do you not know who they are?'
What was the point of it? Why did it matter? Why did they matter?
'Because they are people.'
To you, those figures were nothing but placeholders for those who did the same thing as you. They were nothing special, just like you. So why bother to recall their faces?
'We must go further.'
The white cubicle ceased to be, alongside the man in plain clothing.
The towering rectangles swiftly returned, and with it came a young adult in his early twenties.
Your brown eyes stare back at his. The short dark hair looked as though it was combed for hours until it was perfect. You see a trimmed beard, neatly cut with a blade most sharp. You see that his face has been recently subjected to a daily skin-care regime.
This young man looks to be full of energy.
He's wearing a white tuckered-in buttoned shirt with a pair of jeans. A black backpack was strapped to his back as he walked through this empty street.
Again, you know who this is, yet you don't have the guts to accept it.
'...'
The ringing tune of a cell phone came from the young man's pockets. He promptly picked it up.
"Hey, Noah!" You hear the voice coming from the other side of the call. "The boys and I are going to throw a party today in my place to celebrate finishing high school. You better show up tonight!" It sounds like the voice originates from a man. He is yelling at the phone.
You watch as the young man smirks. "You can bet I'll be there." He answered. "I'll be done with today's interview and head there as soon as possible."
"Great... Something came up, catch you later bud!" And just like that, the call ended. The young man pocketed his phone.
You know how the rest of that day went. The young man passed the interview and secured his spot in a large IT company, then he went to his friend's place and had the best night of his life.
Those memories were the ones you revisited endlessly.
The grey shapes and humanoid figures vanish, returning to utter blackness.
Once again, all you see is the star.
'What happened, Noah?'
You couldn't say. Maybe it wasn't some big thing that happened, but rather a large quantity of small things that eventually crashed down upon you like an avalanche that built up for a long time.
Friends leaving to live their own lives.
Underappreciation of your career.
Your incapacity to form meaningful relationships.
The feeling of being small in the greater scheme of things.
The notion of your life being wasted for nothing.
A lack of accomplishment that was caused by a lack of problems.
You letting your physical appearance go.
But, even amongst all of those aggravating motives, there was one thing that always pained your heart to even recall. For that reason, you refused to acknowledge and even think about it. A trend that would continue for the upcoming years of your life.
Your dream.
Once adulthood came and expectations weighed on you, you had to choose. Live a comfortable life, or throw it all away in exchange for an idea that probably wouldn't even work, to begin with.
You refused to let go at first. Holding unto what little hope there was left for that dream of yours.
In three short years, your life shifted completely.
Friends grew distant, and now all you had as a replacement for them were faceless figures who spoke to you about a job you never really wanted.
Those very same figures held you in high regard, always saying how talented you were or how impressive your skills were. In truth, you never felt like what you did was worth the effort or the praise.
All you ever did in that company was half-assed at best, yet they praised you like their savior. You grew complacent under those who put you on a pedestal.
Your salary increased, and so did the responsibilities, but never were it challenging or engaging. It felt tasteless and odorless.
You refused to even respond to small talk from those people. How could you? If you did, they would shower you with praises you didn't deserve. That theory was proven time and time again.
All you did every day was sitting on a chair, eyes glued to the screen to meet an assortment of numbers and labels. This was nothing. There were people out there, changing the world, fixing the real problems, and you're there, sorting out numbers for a company created to sort out data for a company created to sort out data.
A null uroboros.
Twenty-eight years of a human's life, and for what? To waste away like a gear on a machine?
You remained ignorant of your ignorance. There were no problems since you had more than enough money from your ever-increasing salary you felt you didn't deserve.
You couldn't even bring yourself to quit, afraid to face the consequences, afraid to be replaced. A fact you understood fully well, yet you refused to acknowledge.
Clinging to a feeling of guilt, you couldn't help but hold on to this life. Your life, Noah.
You longed for a change, but wouldn't bring yourself to change it.
Your dream that you lived for so long ago, is something you couldn't even remember. You hid it away in a dark corner of your mind, hoping to never face it again, or else you would break down.
That is what happened.
The coldness of the world is what happened.
You wouldn't go as far as to say that you were a victim of fate.
Instead, you'd say you were a victim of yourself.
'And yet, you're here now. In an impossible place. In an impossible life.'
Are you to waste away on this place as well?
'You had conviction, but lacked guidance.'
Can you even muster that much courage? You fear what the future could bring.
'I presented you this chance for a reason, so you may show them that your soul is the brightest of them all.'
Fear is born for there is hope, but bravery is born for there is fear. You recall someone telling you that once, but...
'Remember this, Noah.'
Where does the courage to take a step forward come from? When it's so dark that you can't see the path ahead, how should one muster enough courage to make the right call?
'Whenever you feel lost, or alone; Whenever you feel like there is no way forward;'
Your vision starts to blur. The star begins to fade.
'So you may never lose your way again;'
Looks like it's time to return to reality.
'I, am your...'
This has been Lushi, and I'll see you next week.
2024.05.21 16:44 CommercialBee6585 Reborn as a Fantasy General (Army-Building Isekai) Chapter 48
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The grand cathedral of the Unclean One stood tall and bright amidst the dark depths of Fleapit's underbelly. Its clangorous chimes, otherworldly glow, and stained glass windows depicting ratman heroes throughout time stood as a testament to the empire of filth and decay that now sought to stretch across the entire North Warrens.
Two bodies wrapped in ceremonial threads belonging to their respective clans lay upon the main altar to He-Who-Festers, a great statue of their horned, many-eyed God staring down at them as like a giant guardian watching His children finally sleep.
Before the grand altar, the Clansmen of the dead rats knelt, heads bowed, and fists clenched in reverence. They listened with total respect to the words being sung from the new Archpriest of Fleapit – the one who it was rumored would now be taking over completely from the old Prime Putrefact.
"Be letting the gaze of He-Who-Festers linger on these brave souls!" Deekius roared – his voice traveling through the bowels of the great church and causing every ratman assembled beneath him to tremble with fear and bloodlust alike. "They, your Clansmen, are giving their lives for the Shai-Alud! For a rat of the Underkingdom, there is being no greater glory! They are dying in righteous battle, filled with pox and drenched in the vile blood of our enemies! They are dying as true warriors of ratman Kingdom should!"
The soldiers and civilians huddled beneath the rat gave their thunderous thunderous assent, mailed claws knocking against their ribs and clanging on the plate of their armor. The Marrow warriors' fists beat the hardest, and the Gloomraava-touched rats of Glumrot screeched the loudest. Together, they looked the very picture of a unified people. One collective whole banded together by a shared purpose – vengeance.
Marcus watched the proceedings from the side, behind Deekius, his eyes passing over the warriors that lay supplicant before him. Whenever his stare passed over one of them, the soldier in question immediately dipped his head.
If they didn't believe in me before, Marcus thought. They do now.
Skeever stood to attention beside him, rubbing the phantom pains running up his dead arm.
"It is being a grim day for ratman Kingdom," the old warrior said.
Marcus spared him a fleeting look. "Indeed," he replied. "But rest assured, Skeever. Your comrades will be avenged."
The ratman didn't seem altogether reassured. But he held his tongue.
"You were asking me for report, Sire," he said, cringing as Deekius' raised his voice again to let his exhortations travel through the length of the cathedral. It was said that many of the civilians and warriors were actually assembled outside, unable to fit into the church's rows. The blinking crimson embers of their eyes could be seen if one focused enough on the windows.
"It is being as you said," Skeever continued. "Skegga is making push. A great mass of Kobolds are storming through to attack as we are speaking. Two forces are moving – one to assault Razork, and one to destroy Gulchnavel village. Skegga is seeking to throw everything he is having at us, abandoning forts he has left. Ix and Kobold scouts are reporting Tarakht and Gromelin are having only token defense left."
Marcus gave a curt nod. It is just as the Yokun had said. The last few nights of torture had borne some fruit, it seemed. Even if she still hadn't given him the exact answers he'd personally wanted.
"There are being two other things," Skeever continued.
"Do tell."
The old rat gulped, trying to ignore Deekius' continued screeching and the cheers of the ratmen who were listening. "The dwarf army Brother Festicus spoke of is on the move. They are destroying Clan Marrow fort Rekalspit on Eastern Border. Soldiers of Fort Spearclaw are saying that they have seen smoke from Dwarven encampments in the East. They are suggesting that Dwarf splinter assault force may be coming for us, but I am not being sure if we can trust this report."
"The guards of Spearclaw are among some of our most devout," Marcus replied. "If they think there's an attack imminent on our Eastern border, then we have to take the threat seriously."
Skeever nodded gravely. Marcus could tell the little rat was agitated. But a couple of Dwarves looking to pick apart the beleaguered ratman of the North weren't a concern. In fact, this situation might even present them with an advantage.
"And the second thing?" Marcus asked. "Tell me it's some good news, Skeever."
"It is…surprising, Sire," the rat said, watching as Deekius began to finish up his speech to rapturous applause and howls of glory. "Boss Skegga is leading one of his armies."
Now, Marcus's ears perked up.
"He is being seen heading South towards Razork," Skeever continued. "He is passing Razor Ridge within the next day according to scouts. I am thinking, this time, he means to push until we are obliterated."
Marcus wavered. "Force composition?"
Skeever shook his head. "His own army is numbering at least three thousand Kobolds," the ratman said gravely. "His detachment sent towards Gulchnavel – at least two thousand strong. They are having Skogsriders, slingers, and crossbows, Sire. Their vanguard is wearing armor plundered from dwarf supplies. Skegga must be having dwarven prisoners fit armor for his army. I…we are thinking this is being his Great Kleansing."
Marcus scoffed, a thin smile playing across his lips. "That arrogant toad…he's somehow gotten the idea that we're crippled, what? Because we lost the main Glitterpak swarm? Does he think me so basic as to base my entire campaign on the use of a single weapon alone?"
Skeever screwed up his face and twitched his scarred nose, "Sire?"
"Head to the War-council chambers, Skeever," Marcus said. "I shall meet you and King Shrykul there soon, after I've explained the situation to our soldiers."
Skeever hesitated. "'Our soldiers', Sire? I am thinking that the Clans are surely more divided now than ever. With both Talon commanders gone, the Kings of Marrow and Glumrot will be requesting that their soldiers be returned to them. They will be assuming we shall fall. I am thinking the situation is more grave than it has ever been before."
But Marcus, the veteran rodent noticed, never once dropped his smile even as he heard such concerns.
"Skeever," he said. "Have you so little faith in your Shai-Alud?"
"Ratmen of Clans Marrow and Glumrot!" Deekius howled. "To be closing our ceremony, let me be presenting you your General. Your savior that is coming to lead us in this darkest hour. Let us be welcoming SHAI-ALUD MARCUS!"
Later, Skeever would reflect on what he was about to see as Marcus then stepped forward and allowed Deekius to take his hand in his paw, absorbing the chants of reverence that issued from the throat of each and every ratman in the cathedral that night and, probably, each and every ratman in Fleapit who heard the Shai-Alud's name. Lately, it was a name spoken with the same degree of respect afforded even to the Unclean One.
And Skeever watched as the man they revered gave a single wave of his hand.
The crowd instantly went silent.
"Ratmen of Fleapit!" he shouted. "Your Shai-Alud has come to address you on this most gravest of days. On this day two heroes to our glorious cause have fallen, cut down by the dark blades of our enemies sent by Boss Skegga. And that fat toad even now gloats in premature victory. He is coming for us, warriors of the Unclean. Make no mistake of that."
Murmurs of fury permeated the crowd. Skeever noted how their ears twitched to hear Marcus's every word, their eyes hanging on his every subtle movement. When he mentioned Skegga coming for them, the crowd grew vicious. Skeever could sense the building tension even from as far back as he stood.
"Yes," Marcus continued. "He believes he has already won. He believes that crippling our leadership has struck a blow against our nation that we cannot recover from. He believes you will each lay down and offer your putrid bellies to him as he climbs over these walls and takes everything you care about. I ask you, men of Marrow, men of Glumrot, are you going to submit to him thus?"
The answer was so obvious that Skeever didn't have to hear it. Yet, still, when it came, it came with a fury the Talon-Commander had not heard in an age, not since the last Skittering was called.
"NO!"
They took up Marcus's name in a battle chant again, most of them already gripping their weapons before he even made his next announcement.
"Then the time has come for you to show this fat toad and his underlings who exactly you are," he said, pointing a gloved finger at the crowd that seemed to be directed at every ratman down there. "A time comes in all our lives when we must stand up – we must stand together, shoulder to shoulder with our brothers, and take up arms against a common threat. That common threat is here, Brothers. It is moving, and soon it will be upon our doorstep. We need an army united in a singular purpose, with a leader that can direct us towards the target of our righteous vengeance. I ask you, now, who do you wish to lead you in this time?"
"THE SHAI-ALUD!" the ratlings screamed – till the scream became an echo that weaved like a ghost through the streets of Fleapit so even the youngest rat could hear. "THE SHAI-ALUD! THE SHAI-ALUD!"
"Then let your will be done!" Marcus then shouted into the crowd. "King Shrykul has bestowed upon me the rank of First Talon! I will stand with you in the midst of the battle to come, and we shall defeat this menace once and for all. We shall push him back until he falls off the edge of this world. And we shall do so not as one Clan or another, but as a single entity. Ratmen – look at the Brother beside you. He is not just your brother in arms, now. He is not just your cousin from another Warren. Now, he is an extension of your very self. He is a weapon that shall come down upon the head of Skegga just as you are. He – and all of us here – tonight bear witness to history being made. Your time is now, ratmen! The time of your Empire has come!"
Skeever staggered back, absorbing the words of his Sire even as his ears failed to truly understand them.
First-Talon…
A name that granted power second only to that of a King of the Clans…a name reserved for only the most dire of circumstances.
Skeever looked at the pair of dead commanders beneath him, and then caught Deekius's smiling snarl as he watched Marcus raise his fists high amidst the screaming chorus of the crowd.
"It is being glorious, Brother, is it not?" the rat-priest said. "Be marking this moment, Brother commander, for history is being made."
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The grand cathedral of the Unclean One stood tall and bright amidst the dark depths of Fleapit's underbelly. Its clangorous chimes, otherworldly glow, and stained glass windows depicting ratman heroes throughout time stood as a testament to the empire of filth and decay that now sought to stretch across the entire North Warrens.
Two bodies wrapped in ceremonial threads belonging to their respective clans lay upon the main altar to He-Who-Festers, a great statue of their horned, many-eyed God staring down at them as like a giant guardian watching His children finally sleep.
Before the grand altar, the Clansmen of the dead rats knelt, heads bowed, and fists clenched in reverence. They listened with total respect to the words being sung from the new Archpriest of Fleapit – the one who it was rumored would now be taking over completely from the old Prime Putrefact.
"Be letting the gaze of He-Who-Festers linger on these brave souls!" Deekius roared – his voice traveling through the bowels of the great church and causing every ratman assembled beneath him to tremble with fear and bloodlust alike. "They, your Clansmen, are giving their lives for the Shai-Alud! For a rat of the Underkingdom, there is being no greater glory! They are dying in righteous battle, filled with pox and drenched in the vile blood of our enemies! They are dying as true warriors of ratman Kingdom should!"
The soldiers and civilians huddled beneath the rat gave their thunderous thunderous assent, mailed claws knocking against their ribs and clanging on the plate of their armor. The Marrow warriors' fists beat the hardest, and the Gloomraava-touched rats of Glumrot screeched the loudest. Together, they looked the very picture of a unified people. One collective whole banded together by a shared purpose – vengeance.
Marcus watched the proceedings from the side, behind Deekius, his eyes passing over the warriors that lay supplicant before him. Whenever his stare passed over one of them, the soldier in question immediately dipped his head.
If they didn't believe in me before, Marcus thought. They do now.
Skeever stood to attention beside him, rubbing the phantom pains running up his dead arm.
"It is being a grim day for ratman Kingdom," the old warrior said.
Marcus spared him a fleeting look. "Indeed," he replied. "But rest assured, Skeever. Your comrades will be avenged."
The ratman didn't seem altogether reassured. But he held his tongue.
"You were asking me for report, Sire," he said, cringing as Deekius' raised his voice again to let his exhortations travel through the length of the cathedral. It was said that many of the civilians and warriors were actually assembled outside, unable to fit into the church's rows. The blinking crimson embers of their eyes could be seen if one focused enough on the windows.
"It is being as you said," Skeever continued. "Skegga is making push. A great mass of Kobolds are storming through to attack as we are speaking. Two forces are moving – one to assault Razork, and one to destroy Gulchnavel village. Skegga is seeking to throw everything he is having at us, abandoning forts he has left. Ix and Kobold scouts are reporting Tarakht and Gromelin are having only token defense left."
Marcus gave a curt nod. It is just as the Yokun had said. The last few nights of torture had borne some fruit, it seemed. Even if she still hadn't given him the exact answers he'd personally wanted.
"There are being two other things," Skeever continued.
"Do tell."
The old rat gulped, trying to ignore Deekius' continued screeching and the cheers of the ratmen who were listening. "The dwarf army Brother Festicus spoke of is on the move. They are destroying Clan Marrow fort Rekalspit on Eastern Border. Soldiers of Fort Spearclaw are saying that they have seen smoke from Dwarven encampments in the East. They are suggesting that Dwarf splinter assault force may be coming for us, but I am not being sure if we can trust this report."
"The guards of Spearclaw are among some of our most devout," Marcus replied. "If they think there's an attack imminent on our Eastern border, then we have to take the threat seriously."
Skeever nodded gravely. Marcus could tell the little rat was agitated. But a couple of Dwarves looking to pick apart the beleaguered ratman of the North weren't a concern. In fact, this situation might even present them with an advantage.
"And the second thing?" Marcus asked. "Tell me it's some good news, Skeever."
"It is…surprising, Sire," the rat said, watching as Deekius began to finish up his speech to rapturous applause and howls of glory. "Boss Skegga is leading one of his armies."
Now, Marcus's ears perked up.
"He is being seen heading South towards Razork," Skeever continued. "He is passing Razor Ridge within the next day according to scouts. I am thinking, this time, he means to push until we are obliterated."
Marcus wavered. "Force composition?"
Skeever shook his head. "His own army is numbering at least three thousand Kobolds," the ratman said gravely. "His detachment sent towards Gulchnavel – at least two thousand strong. They are having Skogsriders, slingers, and crossbows, Sire. Their vanguard is wearing armor plundered from dwarf supplies. Skegga must be having dwarven prisoners fit armor for his army. I…we are thinking this is being his Great Kleansing."
Marcus scoffed, a thin smile playing across his lips. "That arrogant toad…he's somehow gotten the idea that we're crippled, what? Because we lost the main Glitterpak swarm? Does he think me so basic as to base my entire campaign on the use of a single weapon alone?"
Skeever screwed up his face and twitched his scarred nose, "Sire?"
"Head to the War-council chambers, Skeever," Marcus said. "I shall meet you and King Shrykul there soon, after I've explained the situation to our soldiers."
Skeever hesitated. "'Our soldiers', Sire? I am thinking that the Clans are surely more divided now than ever. With both Talon commanders gone, the Kings of Marrow and Glumrot will be requesting that their soldiers be returned to them. They will be assuming we shall fall. I am thinking the situation is more grave than it has ever been before."
But Marcus, the veteran rodent noticed, never once dropped his smile even as he heard such concerns.
"Skeever," he said. "Have you so little faith in your Shai-Alud?"
"Ratmen of Clans Marrow and Glumrot!" Deekius howled. "To be closing our ceremony, let me be presenting you your General. Your savior that is coming to lead us in this darkest hour. Let us be welcoming SHAI-ALUD MARCUS!"
Later, Skeever would reflect on what he was about to see as Marcus then stepped forward and allowed Deekius to take his hand in his paw, absorbing the chants of reverence that issued from the throat of each and every ratman in the cathedral that night and, probably, each and every ratman in Fleapit who heard the Shai-Alud's name. Lately, it was a name spoken with the same degree of respect afforded even to the Unclean One.
And Skeever watched as the man they revered gave a single wave of his hand.
The crowd instantly went silent.
"Ratmen of Fleapit!" he shouted. "Your Shai-Alud has come to address you on this most gravest of days. On this day two heroes to our glorious cause have fallen, cut down by the dark blades of our enemies sent by Boss Skegga. And that fat toad even now gloats in premature victory. He is coming for us, warriors of the Unclean. Make no mistake of that."
Murmurs of fury permeated the crowd. Skeever noted how their ears twitched to hear Marcus's every word, their eyes hanging on his every subtle movement. When he mentioned Skegga coming for them, the crowd grew vicious. Skeever could sense the building tension even from as far back as he stood.
"Yes," Marcus continued. "He believes he has already won. He believes that crippling our leadership has struck a blow against our nation that we cannot recover from. He believes you will each lay down and offer your putrid bellies to him as he climbs over these walls and takes everything you care about. I ask you, men of Marrow, men of Glumrot, are you going to submit to him thus?"
The answer was so obvious that Skeever didn't have to hear it. Yet, still, when it came, it came with a fury the Talon-Commander had not heard in an age, not since the last Skittering was called.
"NO!"
They took up Marcus's name in a battle chant again, most of them already gripping their weapons before he even made his next announcement.
"Then the time has come for you to show this fat toad and his underlings who exactly you are," he said, pointing a gloved finger at the crowd that seemed to be directed at every ratman down there. "A time comes in all our lives when we must stand up – we must stand together, shoulder to shoulder with our brothers, and take up arms against a common threat. That common threat is here, Brothers. It is moving, and soon it will be upon our doorstep. We need an army united in a singular purpose, with a leader that can direct us towards the target of our righteous vengeance. I ask you, now, who do you wish to lead you in this time?"
"THE SHAI-ALUD!" the ratlings screamed – till the scream became an echo that weaved like a ghost through the streets of Fleapit so even the youngest rat could hear. "THE SHAI-ALUD! THE SHAI-ALUD!"
"Then let your will be done!" Marcus then shouted into the crowd. "King Shrykul has bestowed upon me the rank of First Talon! I will stand with you in the midst of the battle to come, and we shall defeat this menace once and for all. We shall push him back until he falls off the edge of this world. And we shall do so not as one Clan or another, but as a single entity. Ratmen – look at the Brother beside you. He is not just your brother in arms, now. He is not just your cousin from another Warren. Now, he is an extension of your very self. He is a weapon that shall come down upon the head of Skegga just as you are. He – and all of us here – tonight bear witness to history being made. Your time is now, ratmen! The time of your Empire has come!"
Skeever staggered back, absorbing the words of his Sire even as his ears failed to truly understand them.
First-Talon…
A name that granted power second only to that of a King of the Clans…a name reserved for only the most dire of circumstances.
Skeever looked at the pair of dead commanders beneath him, and then caught Deekius's smiling snarl as he watched Marcus raise his fists high amidst the screaming chorus of the crowd.
"It is being glorious, Brother, is it not?" the rat-priest said. "Be marking this moment, Brother commander, for history is being made."
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2024.05.21 16:06 ScribeoftheAncients Need Advice Curbing Metagaming/Powergaming
Hello! This is my first post here so I hope thus doesn't break the "no problem player post" rule since it is about the running the game with players at my table.
I run virtual games of D&D through text, as I don't prefer voice for virtual games, and I've noticed a lot of sidetalk during combat and encounters. That's usually fine. It's not disruptive. We play over text so it can just happen in a different channel. Everyone wins.
Recently I've been noticing a large amount of metagaming that has me worried and is directly impacting MY enjoyment of the game.
One player in particular likes to optimize their character and it works okay within the group dynamic, so that isn't an issue. However I have noticed times when this player counts monster HP and declares whenever they see a discrepancy. This is usually because they dont know about resistances or immunities that i describe and they ignore. They also like to try and be helpful by providing "advice" for other players that the rest if my table largely is fine with, but it has led to them pretty much talking through everyone's turn.
While I'm fine with players who want to pay attention and engage, this behavior has led to the opposite with them not engaging and loudly (as loudly as you can over text) declaring when a scene or fight is a "cutscene fight" to them. This is a fight that they feel they have little impact on. EX: Reducing an enemy with 44 hp to 4 hp in 1 round and then considering the fact they can't 1 round enemies too difficult/makes them irrelevant
Other players don't share the same views on these encounters and also feel this player has largely the most impact on combat (despite them claiming to not have any agency or importance while counting HP) due to being optimized. Other players also lean into metagaming more than I would like, and often ask me to post monster features and stats during the combat.
All of these is NOT really something I enjoy. I don't see my job as DM to be an antagonist and kill them with monsters, but i also don't see a reason to game-ify combat to the point where the narrative stakes are buried. Most of my encounters are made ad-hoc when tensions and negations get to a place where it is necessary, and the map is largely found during RP. The stats are preplanned and usually just official monsters reskinned, with the names filed off, or with 1:1 changes in immunities, resistances, and damage types.
I would appreciate advise in how to reduce this severe of metagaming without being too strict/too restrictive on my player's playstyles. I've tried communicating that I have a particular style of DMing, but it continues to rebuffed by comments like "but my other DM does it another way" or "it just makes more sense to me". The most valid of which is "if you post the feature we have a better idea of how to interact with it" but I have attempted to communicate that I don't really care about the exact mechanics AND have been lenient when the players attempt something out of the box.
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I run virtual games of D&D through text, as I don't prefer voice for virtual games, and I've noticed a lot of sidetalk during combat and encounters. That's usually fine. It's not disruptive. We play over text so it can just happen in a different channel. Everyone wins.
Recently I've been noticing a large amount of metagaming that has me worried and is directly impacting MY enjoyment of the game.
One player in particular likes to optimize their character and it works okay within the group dynamic, so that isn't an issue. However I have noticed times when this player counts monster HP and declares whenever they see a discrepancy. This is usually because they dont know about resistances or immunities that i describe and they ignore. They also like to try and be helpful by providing "advice" for other players that the rest if my table largely is fine with, but it has led to them pretty much talking through everyone's turn.
While I'm fine with players who want to pay attention and engage, this behavior has led to the opposite with them not engaging and loudly (as loudly as you can over text) declaring when a scene or fight is a "cutscene fight" to them. This is a fight that they feel they have little impact on. EX: Reducing an enemy with 44 hp to 4 hp in 1 round and then considering the fact they can't 1 round enemies too difficult/makes them irrelevant
Other players don't share the same views on these encounters and also feel this player has largely the most impact on combat (despite them claiming to not have any agency or importance while counting HP) due to being optimized. Other players also lean into metagaming more than I would like, and often ask me to post monster features and stats during the combat.
All of these is NOT really something I enjoy. I don't see my job as DM to be an antagonist and kill them with monsters, but i also don't see a reason to game-ify combat to the point where the narrative stakes are buried. Most of my encounters are made ad-hoc when tensions and negations get to a place where it is necessary, and the map is largely found during RP. The stats are preplanned and usually just official monsters reskinned, with the names filed off, or with 1:1 changes in immunities, resistances, and damage types.
I would appreciate advise in how to reduce this severe of metagaming without being too strict/too restrictive on my player's playstyles. I've tried communicating that I have a particular style of DMing, but it continues to rebuffed by comments like "but my other DM does it another way" or "it just makes more sense to me". The most valid of which is "if you post the feature we have a better idea of how to interact with it" but I have attempted to communicate that I don't really care about the exact mechanics AND have been lenient when the players attempt something out of the box.
2024.05.21 14:59 SolaireHH M4A Looking for Fantasy or Apocalypse RP
Sheee Name's deputy. I haven't RPed in a long while and I haven't written in a month - Exams were annoying. I want to get back into the good stuff so i can continue writing as well as it's a passion I've had for a long while now. While I am rusty, I can assure you I am very literate. Just need to get into it is all. I'm looking for a story RP, preferably with some horror undertones but as long as it's either fantasy or apocalyptic, it's good with me. I've tried sci fi but it is just not for me. I can't really RP with fandoms. I just can't find it in me to act like an Anakin Skywalker or Eren Jaeger - I enjoy playing my OC's. I have one for practically every occasion but I just can't enjoy fandom stuff. Tried it again, didn't work. But, if you are looking for a literate partner and enjoy fantasy or apocalypse stuff yourself, shoot me a DM :)))) I'm more interested in finding someone to vibe with than to find someone to RP with so, win win.
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2024.05.21 14:30 maisman30 Rules
- No NSFW
- Stay polite
- Have fun
- The host is the one that started it and is A: a student B: The mastermind
- The host will ask players their rp name and ultimate talent
- The host decides the story (only a class trial, investigation or the whole story on how we got here)
- If the students guess the blackened right, only they die. If they are wrong everyone dies and its the end
- If you do run an investigation, give all the "truth bullets" to the students
- There can be a maximum of 2 death per chapter.
- Maximum 6 chapters.
- Don't forget to have fun!
2024.05.21 14:26 Demar24K pubg
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2024.05.21 12:00 iReeed [STORE] Crownfall 2024, Collector's Cache 2022 I/II [W] Unusual FrostBloom,Smoke
Dear friends, I offer all the sets from Collector Cache I/II 2022
I want to remind you that all sets from the Collector Cache can be transferred only as a gift if you are friends for more than 30 days according to the rules of Steam.
Therefore, for the purchase, you add my profile to friends, write to me, pay for the goods and wait 30 days. IT IS IMPORTANT that to buy a product YOU MUST PAY HALF AT THE TIME OF ORDER AND AT THE END.
I accept Dota2 item,Arcana,Csgo item and case for payment
There are Discounts - everything is negotiable.
My steam friend code - 147808829 or click on my name above!
*Crownfall 2024
(Wraith King)---Crown of the Condor 4x (RARE) 10€
(Silencer)---Whispering Wings 5x (RARE) 10€
(Meepo)---Mocking Bird 1x (VERY RARE) 30€
*Collector's Cache 2022 I
(Riki)---Scarlet Subversion 1x 7€
(Snapfire)---Whippersnapper 1x 7€
(Chen)---Hounds of Obsession 2x 7€
(Clock)---Seadog's Stash 1x 7€
(Spectre)---Spoils of the Shadowveil 2x 7€
(Phoenix)---Crimson Dawn 1x 7€
(Terrorblade)---Forgotten Station 1x 7€
(Undying)---Dirge Amplifier 2x 7€
(Monkey King)---Champion of the Fire Lotus 1x 7€
(Witch Doctor)---Deathstitch Shaman 1x 7€
(Marci)---Blue Horizons 1x (RARE) 20€
(Primal Beast)---Dark Behemoth 1x (VERY RARE) 37€
*Collector's Cache 2022 II
(Legion Commander)---Bird of Prey 1x 7€
(Silencer)---Grand Suppressor 1x 7€
(Alchemist)---Darkbrew's Transgression 1x 7€
(Oracle)---Transcendent Path 1x 7€
(Doom)---Dawn of a Darkness Foretold 1x 7€
(Pudge)---Cursed Cryptbreaker 1x 7€
(Night Stalker)---Feasts of Forever 2x 7€
(Phantom Assassin)---Darkfeather Factioneer 1x 7€
(Clinkz)---Withering Pain 1x 7€
(Ogre Magi)---Freeboot Fortunes 1x 7€
(Vengeful Spirit)---Acrimonies of Obsession 1x 7€
(Techies)---War Rig Eradicators 1x 7€
(Treant Protector)---Grudges of the Gallows Tree 2x (RARE) 8€
(Anti-Mage)---Brands of the Reaper 1x (RARE) 20€
(Void Spirit)---Sublime Equilibrium 1x (VERY RARE) 37€
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I want to remind you that all sets from the Collector Cache can be transferred only as a gift if you are friends for more than 30 days according to the rules of Steam.
Therefore, for the purchase, you add my profile to friends, write to me, pay for the goods and wait 30 days. IT IS IMPORTANT that to buy a product YOU MUST PAY HALF AT THE TIME OF ORDER AND AT THE END.
I accept Dota2 item,Arcana,Csgo item and case for payment
There are Discounts - everything is negotiable.
My steam friend code - 147808829 or click on my name above!
*Crownfall 2024
(Wraith King)---Crown of the Condor 4x (RARE) 10€
(Silencer)---Whispering Wings 5x (RARE) 10€
(Meepo)---Mocking Bird 1x (VERY RARE) 30€
*Collector's Cache 2022 I
(Riki)---Scarlet Subversion 1x 7€
(Snapfire)---Whippersnapper 1x 7€
(Chen)---Hounds of Obsession 2x 7€
(Clock)---Seadog's Stash 1x 7€
(Spectre)---Spoils of the Shadowveil 2x 7€
(Phoenix)---Crimson Dawn 1x 7€
(Terrorblade)---Forgotten Station 1x 7€
(Undying)---Dirge Amplifier 2x 7€
(Monkey King)---Champion of the Fire Lotus 1x 7€
(Witch Doctor)---Deathstitch Shaman 1x 7€
(Marci)---Blue Horizons 1x (RARE) 20€
(Primal Beast)---Dark Behemoth 1x (VERY RARE) 37€
*Collector's Cache 2022 II
(Legion Commander)---Bird of Prey 1x 7€
(Silencer)---Grand Suppressor 1x 7€
(Alchemist)---Darkbrew's Transgression 1x 7€
(Oracle)---Transcendent Path 1x 7€
(Doom)---Dawn of a Darkness Foretold 1x 7€
(Pudge)---Cursed Cryptbreaker 1x 7€
(Night Stalker)---Feasts of Forever 2x 7€
(Phantom Assassin)---Darkfeather Factioneer 1x 7€
(Clinkz)---Withering Pain 1x 7€
(Ogre Magi)---Freeboot Fortunes 1x 7€
(Vengeful Spirit)---Acrimonies of Obsession 1x 7€
(Techies)---War Rig Eradicators 1x 7€
(Treant Protector)---Grudges of the Gallows Tree 2x (RARE) 8€
(Anti-Mage)---Brands of the Reaper 1x (RARE) 20€
(Void Spirit)---Sublime Equilibrium 1x (VERY RARE) 37€
2024.05.21 11:45 ykzdropdead A few ideas for TWW to improve class gameplay and combat
This post felt rambly but they're just some cool ideas, I didn't care for its' structure
Underwhelming Major Cooldowns
A few long cooldown spells still feel very underwhelming to press. Trueshot, Beastial Wrath, Berserk, Icy Veins, Recklessness, Avatar and the likes. Comparatively, think of Havoc DH Metamorphosis and how much it does by pressing one button. It's a really long leap with customized distance and landing spot, a very strong stun, an incredible animation, visual character transformation, modifies your abilities AND provides rotational changes. And I felt that the hero talent trees would be a great way to fix this issue, or at least try to fix that.
For example: Icy veins would now have a long cast, and would throw three Glacial Spikes at 50% (or 75% or some other percentage, insert a fair % here) effectiveness on use as a baseline. With the Frostfire hero talent tree, Icy Veins would now throw 3 pyroblasts at X% effectiveness on top of that. Fun, strong, useful, more dynamic, balanced and extremely appealing visually.
A similar approach could be taken with Trueshot and other underwhelming CDs. Just as a another comparison for context, Arcane Mage used to have Arcane Power, and extremelly undewhelming "press this for 35% more damage" button. It was then transformed into Arcane Surge, a long-cast very hard hitting ability that changes your rotation even more than AP did, and now even has a lot more interactions with talents and Mana, your main resource as arcane mage. It was very well received by the mage community and, personally, I now like a lot more playing the spec just because of that. Ascendance for shamans received somewhat of a similar treatment.
My main point is: Major cooldowns should do more and feel more amazing when you press them.
On the recent topic of remaking some hero talent trees, here are some ideas
What if Trickster Rogue would have Tricks of the Trade as its' main functionality, and it could work kind of like a soft support spec, buffing party members and mainly your Tricks target. So for example, Tricks would now give a massive buff (either damage, HP, survivability or some or all) to your Tricks target, on top of doubling its' threat effectiveness (or some percentage).
Your major cooldowns could be then amplified, either receiving all the bonus you've given with Tricks upon activation aswell as spreading your tricks buffs to more party members.
What if Rider of the Apocalypse Unholy DK would have the mounted combat while army of the dead is up, not only in open world. Makes a lot of sense thematically and gameplay wise. DKs need mobility, they're a wheelchair class, this would make it much more fun, engaging and fair to DKs.
Edit: alright I kept cooking, here's a few more examples on the CD changes
Berserk could apply a rake, a thrash, a fully stacked rip AND a fully stacked ferocious bite to your target, on top of what it already does regarding rotational changes, resource management and ability priority.
Celestial Allignment could cast a wrath, a starfire, a starsurge and a fullmoon on your target.
Tree of Life could cast a Tranquility at 1/4 the duration on use.
Avenging Wrath/wings could cast a wake of ashes, a final reckoning and that hammer strike that substitutes templar's verdict and becomes the main spender that I forgot the name.
Elementals could do a lot more for Ele shaman. It's their main spec thematic but currently it does not feel like that at all. Elementals could have a cast time to summon, could be visually bigger, deal a lot more damage, do a massive ability when they're summoned, and last a little shorter. Fire makes lava burst have NO CD AND NO CAST TIME during its' duration. Same for storm ele and lightning spells. Earth ele could make your earth spells deal a little less damage, but have no cost and no cd.
submitted by ykzdropdead to wow [link] [comments]
Underwhelming Major Cooldowns
A few long cooldown spells still feel very underwhelming to press. Trueshot, Beastial Wrath, Berserk, Icy Veins, Recklessness, Avatar and the likes. Comparatively, think of Havoc DH Metamorphosis and how much it does by pressing one button. It's a really long leap with customized distance and landing spot, a very strong stun, an incredible animation, visual character transformation, modifies your abilities AND provides rotational changes. And I felt that the hero talent trees would be a great way to fix this issue, or at least try to fix that.
For example: Icy veins would now have a long cast, and would throw three Glacial Spikes at 50% (or 75% or some other percentage, insert a fair % here) effectiveness on use as a baseline. With the Frostfire hero talent tree, Icy Veins would now throw 3 pyroblasts at X% effectiveness on top of that. Fun, strong, useful, more dynamic, balanced and extremely appealing visually.
A similar approach could be taken with Trueshot and other underwhelming CDs. Just as a another comparison for context, Arcane Mage used to have Arcane Power, and extremelly undewhelming "press this for 35% more damage" button. It was then transformed into Arcane Surge, a long-cast very hard hitting ability that changes your rotation even more than AP did, and now even has a lot more interactions with talents and Mana, your main resource as arcane mage. It was very well received by the mage community and, personally, I now like a lot more playing the spec just because of that. Ascendance for shamans received somewhat of a similar treatment.
My main point is: Major cooldowns should do more and feel more amazing when you press them.
On the recent topic of remaking some hero talent trees, here are some ideas
What if Trickster Rogue would have Tricks of the Trade as its' main functionality, and it could work kind of like a soft support spec, buffing party members and mainly your Tricks target. So for example, Tricks would now give a massive buff (either damage, HP, survivability or some or all) to your Tricks target, on top of doubling its' threat effectiveness (or some percentage).
Your major cooldowns could be then amplified, either receiving all the bonus you've given with Tricks upon activation aswell as spreading your tricks buffs to more party members.
What if Rider of the Apocalypse Unholy DK would have the mounted combat while army of the dead is up, not only in open world. Makes a lot of sense thematically and gameplay wise. DKs need mobility, they're a wheelchair class, this would make it much more fun, engaging and fair to DKs.
Edit: alright I kept cooking, here's a few more examples on the CD changes
Berserk could apply a rake, a thrash, a fully stacked rip AND a fully stacked ferocious bite to your target, on top of what it already does regarding rotational changes, resource management and ability priority.
Celestial Allignment could cast a wrath, a starfire, a starsurge and a fullmoon on your target.
Tree of Life could cast a Tranquility at 1/4 the duration on use.
Avenging Wrath/wings could cast a wake of ashes, a final reckoning and that hammer strike that substitutes templar's verdict and becomes the main spender that I forgot the name.
Elementals could do a lot more for Ele shaman. It's their main spec thematic but currently it does not feel like that at all. Elementals could have a cast time to summon, could be visually bigger, deal a lot more damage, do a massive ability when they're summoned, and last a little shorter. Fire makes lava burst have NO CD AND NO CAST TIME during its' duration. Same for storm ele and lightning spells. Earth ele could make your earth spells deal a little less damage, but have no cost and no cd.
2024.05.21 10:14 IceColdWater430 This is why people cheat in this game ubi 147th champ in pc got almost 50 games with 5 stacking with cheaters but still playing today and not getting ban for what he s done :DD
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2024.05.21 09:16 smomovic Where is everyone?
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2024.05.21 08:44 TheRealBlueBard [online][5e] forever dm looking to be a player again
Hiya. names blue. im A 22yr forever Dm that has had the itch to play again. ive been playing for about 4 years now. ive been in 4 campaigns 2 of which ive been(and Am) the Dm. im still an active player in 1 but that one is alot of homebrew and while i love it i also want something back to the classical feeling. im free everyday except Wednesdays and Saturdays. im in calli so pdt timezone for me.
my play style is about a 40 rp-60- combat split. i have a variety of characters to fit into just about every setting. so hmu im looking forward to it.
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my play style is about a 40 rp-60- combat split. i have a variety of characters to fit into just about every setting. so hmu im looking forward to it.
2024.05.21 08:09 TheRealBlueBard Forever Dm wanting to be a player again
Hiya. names blue. im A 22yr forever Dm that has had the itch to play again. ive been playing for about 4 years now. ive been in 4 campaigns 2 of which ive been(and Am) the Dm. im still an active player in 1 but that one is alot of homebrew and while i love it i also want something back to the classical feeling. im free everyday except Wednesdays and Saturdays. im in calli so pdt timezone for me.
my play style is about a 40 rp-60- combat split. i have a variety of characters to fit into just about every setting. so hmu im looking forward to it.
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my play style is about a 40 rp-60- combat split. i have a variety of characters to fit into just about every setting. so hmu im looking forward to it.
2024.05.21 08:06 TheRealBlueBard forever Dm looking to be a player again
Hiya. names blue. im A 22yr forever Dm that has had the itch to play again. ive been playing for about 4 years now. ive been in 4 campaigns 2 of which ive been(and Am) the Dm. im still an active player in 1 but that one is alot of homebrew and while i love it i also want something back to the classical feeling. im free everyday except Wednesdays and Saturdays. im in calli so pdt timezone for me.
my play style is about a 40 rp-60- combat split. i have a variety of characters to fit into just about every setting. so hmu im looking forward to it.
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my play style is about a 40 rp-60- combat split. i have a variety of characters to fit into just about every setting. so hmu im looking forward to it.
2024.05.21 08:01 DazzlingMethod4074 Join GoldenStateRP: The Ultimate Los Angeles RP Experience! Streamer Friendly Realistic Economy Player Business RP
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Looking forward to seeing you in the city!
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2024.05.21 07:55 DazzlingMethod4074 Join GoldenStateRP: The Ultimate Los Angeles RP Experience! Streamer Friendly Realistic Economy Player Business RP
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Looking forward to seeing you in the city!
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What's New and Exciting at GoldenStateRP?
🚓 LAPD and LAFD are Hiring!- Whether you're looking to serve and protect as an officer of the LAPD or save lives with the LAFD, we have open positions and are actively recruiting. Get involved in intense police chases, intricate investigations, and thrilling fire rescue missions!
- Dreaming of owning a home in Los Angeles? Our housing system is on its way, allowing you to purchase and decorate your own slice of the city.
- Legal Jobs: From running your own business to working at one of our many establishments, there's a career path for everyone.
- Illegal Jobs: Dive into the underworld with jobs that range from street racing to elaborate heists.
- Ever wanted to be your own boss? Now's your chance! Our server supports player-owned businesses, giving you the freedom to create and manage your enterprise.
- Gather your crew and plan the perfect heist. With high stakes and even higher rewards, it's the ultimate test of your RP skills.
- Express yourself with our extensive wardrobe options. Style your character with the latest trends and unique outfits.
- We're always adding new vehicles to keep the driving experience fresh and exciting. Stay tuned for our latest additions!
Join Our Growing Community!
We're not just a server; we're a community. To keep things running smoothly and to continue growing, we're looking for active players and dedicated staff members. If you're passionate about RP and want to help boost our name, we'd love to have you on board!How to Join:
- Search for GoldenStateRP on FiveM.
- Join our Discord https://discord.gg/thegoldenstaterp to stay updated and get involved with the community.
- Apply for open positions or simply jump in and start your RP journey!
Looking forward to seeing you in the city!
GoldenStateRP Team
2024.05.21 07:55 DazzlingMethod4074 Join GoldenStateRP: The Ultimate Los Angeles RP Experience! Streamer Friendly Realistic Economy Player Business RP
Looking for an immersive and dynamic FiveM server? Look no further! Welcome to GoldenStateRP, a Los Angeles-based RP server that's constantly evolving to bring you the best roleplay experience.
Looking forward to seeing you in the city!
GoldenStateRP Team
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What's New and Exciting at GoldenStateRP?
🚓 LAPD and LAFD are Hiring!- Whether you're looking to serve and protect as an officer of the LAPD or save lives with the LAFD, we have open positions and are actively recruiting. Get involved in intense police chases, intricate investigations, and thrilling fire rescue missions!
- Dreaming of owning a home in Los Angeles? Our housing system is on its way, allowing you to purchase and decorate your own slice of the city.
- Legal Jobs: From running your own business to working at one of our many establishments, there's a career path for everyone.
- Illegal Jobs: Dive into the underworld with jobs that range from street racing to elaborate heists.
- Ever wanted to be your own boss? Now's your chance! Our server supports player-owned businesses, giving you the freedom to create and manage your enterprise.
- Gather your crew and plan the perfect heist. With high stakes and even higher rewards, it's the ultimate test of your RP skills.
- Express yourself with our extensive wardrobe options. Style your character with the latest trends and unique outfits.
- We're always adding new vehicles to keep the driving experience fresh and exciting. Stay tuned for our latest additions!
Join Our Growing Community!
We're not just a server; we're a community. To keep things running smoothly and to continue growing, we're looking for active players and dedicated staff members. If you're passionate about RP and want to help boost our name, we'd love to have you on board!How to Join:
- Search for GoldenStateRP on FiveM.
- Join our Discord https://discord.gg/thegoldenstaterp to stay updated and get involved with the community.
- Apply for open positions or simply jump in and start your RP journey!
Looking forward to seeing you in the city!
GoldenStateRP Team
2024.05.21 07:54 DazzlingMethod4074 Join GoldenStateRP: The Ultimate Los Angeles RP Experience! Streamer Friendly Realistic Economy Player Business RP
Looking for an immersive and dynamic FiveM server? Look no further! Welcome to GoldenStateRP, a Los Angeles-based RP server that's constantly evolving to bring you the best roleplay experience.
Looking forward to seeing you in the city!
GoldenStateRP Team
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What's New and Exciting at GoldenStateRP?
🚓 LAPD and LAFD are Hiring!- Whether you're looking to serve and protect as an officer of the LAPD or save lives with the LAFD, we have open positions and are actively recruiting. Get involved in intense police chases, intricate investigations, and thrilling fire rescue missions!
- Dreaming of owning a home in Los Angeles? Our housing system is on its way, allowing you to purchase and decorate your own slice of the city.
- Legal Jobs: From running your own business to working at one of our many establishments, there's a career path for everyone.
- Illegal Jobs: Dive into the underworld with jobs that range from street racing to elaborate heists.
- Ever wanted to be your own boss? Now's your chance! Our server supports player-owned businesses, giving you the freedom to create and manage your enterprise.
- Gather your crew and plan the perfect heist. With high stakes and even higher rewards, it's the ultimate test of your RP skills.
- Express yourself with our extensive wardrobe options. Style your character with the latest trends and unique outfits.
- We're always adding new vehicles to keep the driving experience fresh and exciting. Stay tuned for our latest additions!
Join Our Growing Community!
We're not just a server; we're a community. To keep things running smoothly and to continue growing, we're looking for active players and dedicated staff members. If you're passionate about RP and want to help boost our name, we'd love to have you on board!How to Join:
- Search for GoldenStateRP on FiveM.
- Join our Discord https://discord.gg/thegoldenstaterp to stay updated and get involved with the community.
- Apply for open positions or simply jump in and start your RP journey!
Looking forward to seeing you in the city!
GoldenStateRP Team
2024.05.21 07:15 MeanderingYeti93 Thought building exercise for “NPC” character creation
Hello everyone!
Recently I discussed with someone the tips/tricks I use for quick npc/villain creation for DM’ing. They found my advice pretty useful so I thought I would post it here because other people may find it useful too. I will also include a couple examples.
Setting: Fantasy Wild west 1. Tall, lanky, and old orc male. White scraggly hair and one cracked tusk. Has a high pitched, “whiny”voice. 2. Talkative and energetic 3. Gold(or other precious material) Miner 4. He was one of the founding members of a small mining outpost. 5. Jedediah Witt.
Example #2 Here is the “opposite” of example #1. You do not have to make every detail opposite, just enough to make them unique!
Setting: Fantasy Wild west 1. Short, stocky, and younger dwarf female. Long black hair kept in a neat bun. Always wears well kept and formal clothes. 2. Quiet and serious. 3. Mining foreman. 4. Is the active overseer of the mining town where Jedediah lives. 5. Olivia Rockbottom.
Final notes If you keep a notebook of characters you created this way, you can always tweak the ideas to better fit into your story or use them in passing conversations between other characters you can also add more details to these quick characters if you find more inspiration for them later on. It will make your world feel more alive without putting too much effort on someone your players might just pass by without talking to!
Good luck with your creative endeavors, and thank you for making it this far. Post a character you created this way in the comments so that we all can enjoy each other’s creations! Please keep your comments kind and your criticism constructive. We are all here to learn and grow as DMs, players, or maybe even creative writers.
Follow for more character and world building tips and advice coming soon! :)
TLDR: keep a notebook of quick NPCs you create over time by jotting down just a few relevant details about them.
PS: if you like my tips, comment what you would like to see me post about next!
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Recently I discussed with someone the tips/tricks I use for quick npc/villain creation for DM’ing. They found my advice pretty useful so I thought I would post it here because other people may find it useful too. I will also include a couple examples.
- Start with a physical description/style/race/species. You don’t need to go super in depth here unless you have an extremely specific example in mind.
- Choose 1 - 2 personality traits or emotions to represent them. This allows for character growth later on and it makes easier to differentiate between them for you and your players.
- Give them an occupation/class relevant to your setting.
- If possible, attach this character to an aspect of your setting. It doesn’t have to be a super important connection for the initial brainstorming phase.
- Name the character. Randomly generated or dealer’s choice is fine. I alternate between the two.
- Repeat steps 1-5 with some opposite attributes of the previous character to generate an additional character quickly and easily. The two characters do not have to be connected in any way but that is up to you.
- Pause here and let the idea cook. Keep these characters in a notebook or word document and if you need some inspiration, come back to look at your quick NPCs and you will be surprised how often you can find a place for them.
Setting: Fantasy Wild west 1. Tall, lanky, and old orc male. White scraggly hair and one cracked tusk. Has a high pitched, “whiny”voice. 2. Talkative and energetic 3. Gold(or other precious material) Miner 4. He was one of the founding members of a small mining outpost. 5. Jedediah Witt.
Example #2 Here is the “opposite” of example #1. You do not have to make every detail opposite, just enough to make them unique!
Setting: Fantasy Wild west 1. Short, stocky, and younger dwarf female. Long black hair kept in a neat bun. Always wears well kept and formal clothes. 2. Quiet and serious. 3. Mining foreman. 4. Is the active overseer of the mining town where Jedediah lives. 5. Olivia Rockbottom.
Final notes If you keep a notebook of characters you created this way, you can always tweak the ideas to better fit into your story or use them in passing conversations between other characters you can also add more details to these quick characters if you find more inspiration for them later on. It will make your world feel more alive without putting too much effort on someone your players might just pass by without talking to!
Good luck with your creative endeavors, and thank you for making it this far. Post a character you created this way in the comments so that we all can enjoy each other’s creations! Please keep your comments kind and your criticism constructive. We are all here to learn and grow as DMs, players, or maybe even creative writers.
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TLDR: keep a notebook of quick NPCs you create over time by jotting down just a few relevant details about them.
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