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Great. Would we prefer a tank or a controller? I have a few concepts:

I'm very confused by my divination results.
I don't detect alignment, and I don't know what blue/purple actually mean.

I can cast "solve puzzle" starting next level.

"Median Maxwell? I know that name..." Solomon ponders to himself for a moment, thoughtfully tapping his cane on the floor. The small sound echoes unreasonably, soon ironically disturbing him from this thoughts. With a slight frown he determines to resolve that question another time.

"Pardon my manners. I am Doctor Daniel Solomon. I teach biology at the university here in Fever. I and my family are also patrons of this fine establishment." He quickly surveys the fresh faces around him to ensure they are duly impressed. "As such, the news of these disappearances has been most upsetting. I intend to investigate the matter personally."

Without waiting for a reaction, he turns away from the others and stares intently into the display case bearing the cup and sword. Yet his mind wanders further than this, into books, tales, and memories of Fever spanning decades, centuries, more.

Knowledge (history) joural + inspiration: 1d20 + 12 + 1d6 ⇒ (10) + 12 + (4) = 26
Knowledge (history) gown + inspiration: 1d20 + 12 + 1d6 ⇒ (19) + 12 + (1) = 32
Knowledge (history) tapestry + inspiration: 1d20 + 12 + 1d6 ⇒ (18) + 12 + (6) = 36

Nurai will be the tie-breaker.

She's always breaking stuff honestly.

I didn't know Jennifer wasn't a librarian anymore.
I guess I should spend less time talking about myself.

Same state, different city. Things are bad all over in TX. Heading North to the country where I have some isolated family.

Kaelic decides to deal with this turtle problem head-on. "Cover me."
He then flies out towards the first turtle and begins to unpack some the C4 they'd been assigned to destroy the ship. Seems they wouldn't be needing it for that anymore. He makes sure to secure it somewhere that looks soft and not too close to the ship itself.
"I saw this on a movie once." He reassures.
Let's blow this joint

I did the bloodmath. Checks out.

I took the liberty of moving our tokens based on the stated marching order. Feel free to correct it.

You'll do fine. But if you let him die we have to switch.

Grith eyes the other dwarf with some uncertainty, then finally accepts the drink with reluctant satisfaction. "Ok Boomer."

Morgan's memory could also come with us since he's more likely to end up un-dragoning topside. We could run into him on the way.
Unless Jennifer causes more trouble.

Are there any Medium-sized objects I can whack around?

Jennifer has some kind of DR I think. Just sayin'.

But with the burrow method we can then summon a water elemental and have literally the most kick-ass waterslide that ever happened.

Okay, so the sword, the cat, and the animated shadow are our talkers.
Honestly this group could make an adventure out of trying to buy milk at the store.

cashier: "Sir why are you carrying a sword?"
me: "She didn't want to be left at home."
cashier: "What"
sword: "It's true, I like going out."
cashier: "...What"
cat: "No it's fine, they're both cool."
cashier: "..."
shadow: *pets cashier's head reassuringly*
cashier: "WHAT"
Jennifer: *hulks out, destroys a display* "WHERE'S THE BAJA MOUNTAIN DEW??"

Sorry, I meant to mention that I, as a player, got it (after a second). But Jim, well...

It'll be like that scene in Indiana Jones - Quest for the Holy Grail.
"Let me go first."
*head comes back*
"Well who's next?"

Jim: You're invisible, so nobody can see your awesome flying kick and bullet flurry.

I know but you can bet you're all going to get an earful about it later.

She produces a pale scroll from her desk. “This map follows a plain route, which will lead you swiftly from our realm.”

Marckus elbows Dronug and hands him the map the drow lady had just handed out. He rolls his eyes and sighs.

I just want to point out that Kronug totally butchered the unconscious guy.
Marckus shields his face from the spray of gore.

All part of the intimidation game.

When it's too cold to scoop and bends the spoon, yeah.
I think that's valid.

Because Rags is level 8.

Remember that time you were fatigued and basically impotent?

Fine.
Is my armor done yet?

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I'd like to also take this opportunity to remind you that you resurrected me for free.

Watch out Rags. Dronug might hate witches too.

Hey guys, dad's doing better. Thanks for the well wishes.

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Ulthar tries not to watch Marckus perform a hip thrust.

But he is powerless to look away.

"So, like, I hope this doesn't impact the work estimate on my armor..." Marckus says with obvious concern.

I can only wear about four if we're being realistic.
How much does another ballista cost?

Shoot the shadow. That thing is creepy.

*fakes a hyperlink to be like the cool kids*

My point isn't that the job is easy, but that you don't do the job with your own two hands.
Infiltrators, hackers, illusionist magicians--these guys are the real shadowrunners. Spirits and agents, misdirection and stealth, manipulation and spying. Anybody can be a Merc; it takes talent to be a 'runner.

Marckus takes a moment to tell at the leader.
"Your armor looks stupid and I'll hit you!"
intimidate: 1d20 + 18 ⇒ (12) + 18 = 30
that should last a few rounds

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I agree that I think mdt belongs in this game. I'd be willing to change my concept if it helps.

I think Spheres of Power makes casters more fun and brings balance to the Force.

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You: A GM with a flexible or homebrew campaign, looking to add a little challenge and varied dynamic for your players.

Me: A player interested in creating a character, rooted deeply in your campaign, with his own motivations and objectives, that come into conflict with the path of your PCs.

The Antagonist: You can have as much or as little input/control as you like, and use the character for your own ends or let him/her/me run free in your campaign. (S)he can be a one-off villain, a recurring nuisance, a primary opponent, an unscrupulous rival, an occasional ally, or anything else we can dream up.

Why you should consider it: Instead of you, the GM, having to be a thousand different personas, I take care of some of it for you. I add an extra human dynamic without stealing the focus away from the real stars--your adventuring party. It gives your players something more substantial to chew on.

Why I'm considering it: I can get a taste of various story settings, sample your campaign, create a deep character, and step in and out as needed. It's an easier way to experience more campaigns and worlds without having to commit to being an active player all the way through. Like a sampler platter of play-by-posts.

So, what do you think? I look forward to hearing some feedback, even if you're not yourself interested in inviting an Antagonist into your campaign.

Treggor clutches the hole in his shoulder and answers the captain. "Well ya see, cappin, there's been a bit of a scuffle in the Bilges. Heh." He scoffs lightly at his own understatement. "Started innocent enough, but seems Maheem was brewin a storm in is belly. Pulled a knife on meself and Narwhal, Besmara rest im, and took ta stabbin. Me not havin but me fists, seein as Plugg and Scourge saw fit ta un-arm me not an hour prior o the articles ya so fairly restored ta me, well I made fer the hatch ta come up 'ere. The daggered fool caught my leg afore I made it up, but Narwhal pulled is own. Last I saw Narwhal were tryin ta come up after me, but he either slipped er got pulled and fell back down. Then Narwhal were cryin foul on me so I shut 'im in there an waited fer cooler heads ta come get things sorted. I've not been back down, but Narwhal as been awfully silent since is fall."
Treggor pauses to move aside from the hatch, wincing as he bears weight on his cut leg.
"But I assure ya this, cappin, I may be a foolhardy sea dog, but not en I would pick a fight with two men with Besmara-only-knows weapons in a miserable space with not a good means of escape. Treggor only starts fights he can win."

deception: 1d20 + 3 + 1d6 ⇒ (18) + 3 + (4) = 25
persuasion: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (13) + 1 = 14

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"Hey Kronut, don't these guys kinda look like the monsters? That one has tentacle arms and that one has a tentacle mane." Marckus notes, pointing. "Should we kill 'em?"

ninja'd

Marckus suddenly catches up to the conversation. "Full partnership? Who died and made you--oh, right, Dwarfus."
Marckus extends a blue-blood-soaked hand. "Name's Marckus. We don't have dental insurance."

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Raul blinks.

He opens his mouth, but no words come out.
He closes it.

Raul blinks.

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Ha! I hope I RP'd it well enough.

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Spidre commands his pet spider to enter the casket. He then closes it and commands the spider to bite the corpse for all eternity.
Once it is closed, he lays his head on the casket lid and caresses it with one hand. A small sighing sound seems to perpetually emanate from behind the elf's wooden mask.

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Raul paces back and forth, shaking his sword and grinning widely. "What a battle! Did you see Kentel get knocked halfway across the cavern? And then I struck the beast down with my sword, and the demon charged in with her spear, and--" he pauses to notice that everyone is busy being studious and already moving on. "Oh come on, that was a great fight!"
Don't forget to heal up guys. I can work your Cure wands if needed. Just roll your own.

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Having played a bard, I believe it is literally impossible.

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Spidre looks very fidgety and starts slowly shuffling backwards.

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Morroway's voice was stern but calm, all business. "Franklin, there's been an incident. The good senator--yes, him-- he was an imposter of some kind. We were attacked by local law enforcement, and now some of my fellow party goers are in a pinch of legal trouble. See if you can reach the sheriff's office and get them out. I'll need them as witnesses."
The phone mumbled from the other end, then Morroway continued. "That won't be necessary. He was killed in an accident. But we don't know who else he might've been working with. Also, we're being pursued. Someone who knew the guest list. They don't want this secret out, but we're taking it straight to Washington. Try to get the office of the Secretary. Yes, of war. Yes, it's that serious. And Franklin, I'm getting on the next train, with our without those witnesses. Get me some men at the D.C. station. Have them being an armoured car and at least two vests or jackets. Yes, for me and my--" he pauses, looking at Evelyn. "A friend. And men you trust, Franklin. We might even have them working for us."
Morroway hung up the phone, a look of concern hardening his features. "Don't let me down, Franklin."

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"I AM UNQUALIFIED FOR THIS!" Jim declares with frustration.

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Spidre gropes the leading undead with a ghostly disembodied hand.
And magic.
chill touch: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (1) + 6 = 7, damage: 2d8 ⇒ (3, 3) = 6
on hit, target has disadvantage vs me for 1 turn
The hand materializes, turns around, and flips Spidre the bird. Spidre doesn't always get along with magic.

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